#catch me now with my new pearly whites tho!!

[stabyou]

teddy got me on his dental insurance finally and im so happy i feel like crying because as a child of poverty and a single parent i never got access to dentists, that was one of the last things on the agenda.. and when i finally did go again at 13/14, the medicaid dentists i got didn't care about the patients they had, and they ruined just about every single one of my teeth that they worked on. like the bad fillings that have almost all come out by now or the tooth they drilled TO THE NERVE and only stopped when i was bawling in the chair.

and i haven't had money since to get real dental work done. im missing two molars because they were beyond repair and i paid the money out of my pocket to pull them.. they were both teeth that needed root canals but they didn't do the right work on them, so over time they just had to be pulled. i have so many cavities exposed from the lost fillings. i brush and floss as much as everyone else does, multiple times a day. my teeth are just genetically really weak.. so having no access to dental care fucking sucked even more. but now i will be able to go without THOUSANDS out of pocket... literally i cried a little at the prospect of being able to chew without pain. i can barely imagine it

[milliumizoomi]

Find your love

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Pairings: Reki x POC Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, You being a baddie ok like ppl just love you, Reki and Langa being your literal bodyguards and also you not caring and minding your business.

Ok let’s cut to the chase... yall relationship?

THE CUTEST

Reki will literally be the best boyfie EVER

Also you and Langa would have the best friendship

Like him and Reki would come to you with stars in their eyes when they learned something new abt skateboarding

And you would smile at them cuz they are so CUTEEE

BUT BACK TO REKI

I have a feeling he would most definitely listen to music like Drake’s.

So I can only imagine how much y’all would get along even before dating

Let’s be honest.. We all know Drake songs are black people music

On this day tho, baby boy was hell bent to teach you how to skateboard so bad

Not to mention Mr. Langa was there begging you to do it too

He was so excited on teaching you

Butttttttt.... as soon as y’all started..

You... weren’t doing so well

You was swishing and sliding all over the place while screaming

You even had to tie you braids up ‘cause miss girl had to keep look at her feet the ENTIRE TIME

You would also keep falling flat on your face

You and Langa could’ve literally been bandage twins with the amount of cuts and scrapes that was on your body

You eventually got tired and sat on the railing

“Aahhhh..! I’m sorry babe. Your beautiful face is ruined!” Reki said while standing in front of you and pinching your cheeks

You giggled and look up at the sun, allowing you to be sun kissed and look more beautiful to Reki.

Which should’ve been relatively impossible

“It’s fine suga! I was glad to learn and I’m happy your my teacher. I’ll get in soon enough!” You smiled, flashing your pearly whites.

Little baby loves when you call him names like baby, sugar (suga), sweetie, honey etc. He gets all blushy.

And ESPECIALLY with the outfit you were wearing. It was his shirt after all.

Reki blushed. “O-ok babe..! I’ll go finish teaching Langa!” He nervously said as he ran off.

“Ok sweetie.” You smiled.

You looked down to see his phone falling out of his pocket.

You ran to grab it before it fell since Reki didn’t even realize it wasn’t in his pocket anymore.

Chile as soon as you grabbed it, music started playing

You stood there like “????”

Then IMMEDIATELY after you knew exactly which song it was

And btw you had a speaker with you and when I tell you that you ran to that speaker with the QUICKNESS

You turned on the speaker and connected his phone to it

Chile when the music started playing thru that damn speaker, you had the ENTIRE skating park staring at you

Did you care? No😌

And guess what kind of song it was?

A DAMN DRAKE SONG

So here you were in the middle of the skate park singing and dancing to “Find your Love” by Drake.

Dancing all sultry and whatnot while being in your own world

Now Reki and Langa were staring with the jaws on the F L O O R

If there was a fire hydrant near by, it and Reki would be twinning with how red he was

When I tell you nobody could move like you..

👏🏽NOBODY👏🏽 COULD 👏🏽MOVE 👏🏽LIKE 👏🏽YOU👏🏽

“I better find your loving” you sang as you swung your head and hips to the beat

Literally the entire skate park was shook to the very core cuz of not only your dancing but how good you sounded while singing

And then not to mention you got Reki in a trance

This was so unintentional too

You were just doing what you loved

Whipping your braids back and forth, spinning around and swaying your hips and then all of a sudden your ass catch the attention of literally EVERYONE

“I bet if I give all my love then nothing's gonna tear us apart” you smiled and sang as you smiled.

The sun was doing you good too luv

Literally looking like a whole model

You look at Reki and sing “I'm done waiting, there's nothing left to do but give all I have to you” and smile at him

Reki heart is literally beating out of his chest

He soon snaps out of his trance to see everyone staring at you like you would be their last meal

Was he and Langa having this??

No😃🤚🏽

Manz literally tapped Langa and said “Yeah we’re getting outta here ight?”

When I tell you them two dropped the skateboards and sprinted towards you

Waste time??? Oh no baby they don’t know what that is

ESPECIALLY when it comes to you

Them two are like your bodyguards ok

They legit ran and grabbed your behind so fast that it literally almost started a riot when the people realized you were being dragged out of the park

Fusing and making noise because they wanna see you and dancing and singing again

Did they even glance back at those people??

I think y’all know the answer

Reki literally had your behind thrown over his shoulder and Langa had all your stuff

“ACK! REKI! LANGA! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS DOING? IF YALL DONT GATDAMN PUT ME DOWN AND LEMME FINISH MY DANCE BEFORE I LICK YOU!”

They ain’t even spare you a glance they just kept walking

They literally just leave and Reki just carries you back to his house WITH you still over his shoulder

Langa eventually gives Reki your stuff cuz he’s got to go home now

And yes you had tights on cuz the shirt you was wearing was NOT staying put

Your braids were just dangling and people was just staring at you as manz just casually walks down the street

He walked into his house and just waved hi to his mom who was confused as ever with the scene she was looking at

He went into his room and threw you on his bed and set all your stuff down

And before you can even say anything, Reki turns around and looks you dead in your eyes and say “Dance like that when it just us ‘Kay”

He had the most ADORABLE face too while saying it

You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your face

“Ok hun just for you m’kay”

It made him cheese even more

He ran and jumped into the bed with you and just fell asleep

And then like a few days later you were at his house again and you’ll hear the same song playing and come running

And GUESS WHOS PLAYING IT

Reki Kyan in the flesh

Baby boy is blushing and smiling from ear to ear at the sight of you dancing and singing your ass off

Safe to say that song is now one of his favorites

..For multiple reasons👀

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[cloveroctobers]

LEVEL 1 — Perception

A/n: to make things easier due to my hectic work schedule...I’m deciding on writing blurbs or short fics for right now, to get content out in a timely manner. I’m open to writing pairings but I notice those don’t get that much attention but I’m attempting to do so anyways...at least at the start of this series which is absolutely inspired by we’re not really strangers. I love the game, it’s very personal and intense so if you have the chance, get it if you’re open to connecting with the people you care about in a passionate way. I’ve also decided to make the characters a little bit older...college wise/around the actors ages based on these questions lol even tho these teens are already dramatic + have a lot going on.

Synopsis: a interviewer that Spencer is very familiar with, Rochelle Mosley has resurfaced to complete her senior year project at Claremont as a journalist. Rochelle is all about going big and never going home, so the first person on her list is one of the guy’s that intrigued her the most not so long ago. So she reached out to Thee Spencer James and to put the word out to anyone else that might be interested. And here we are!

::: S. James + O. Baker ::: All to me

Rochelle is seen running her finger over her pearly whites, making sure they’re squeaky clean after eating her brunch which consisted of a poached egg, an açaí bowl, served with lemon water. She already spent twenty minutes brushing her teeth and whitening them last night to prepare for this moment. She knew this idea would guarantee her nothing but a A+. She had friends from the film department around helping her with the equipment and due to this Panasonic it made things chaotic opposed to having this interview face to face.

Rochelle knew that she could have at least met with Spencer for his half but decided to do what he was comfortable with. She wouldn’t push any boundaries...yet. Regardless it would have to be a video call since Olivia attended MassArt and appeared that she would not be coming back to California any time soon, according to her insta stories that is.

Nonetheless Rochelle knew how to negotiate so here she was working on their terms. With a sigh, she straightened out her posture, fixed the waves in her hair, reapplied some matte lipstick—again, glanced around her to make sure she liked her set up and eyed her friends to make sure they were doing what they were getting paid for, and plastered on a commercial smile as she connected the video call waiting on her two guests.

It only took a minute for Spencer’s face to pop in.

“Spencer!” Rochelle greeted which he replied with slight raised brows and a smile at her volume, “so glad you can be here and punctual at that.”

Spencer answered, “well you know, if I agreed to be something I don’t want to waste anybody’s time ya know?”

“Always the wise one aren’t you?” Rochelle commented before continuing on, “how are things? How is UCLA?”

“I really like it here, uh. I’m almost done with my sophomore year, but with the way things are looking right now? Might have to switch to remote this spring semester...we’re all basically on standby at the moment. It’s crazy times but we gon’ get through it, I know it.” Spencer chatted with ease.

Rochelle was multitasking looking to the side at her phone to keep track of time. Olivia Baker was five minutes late now, which was slowly working Rochelle’s nerves. The girl had her number and although they didn’t talk much through texts or through anything really, it was common courtesy to let someone know if you were going to be late or couldn’t make it.

“Yes! We have to keep a optimistic attitude as best as we can. I hope you’re being safe out there?” Rochelle met Spencer’s eyes, after silently debating if she should send Miss. Olivia a text.

Spencer dipped his head, “absolutely. And yourself?”

“Oh yes, honey. This thing is ruining lives unexpectedly but it’s insane to me that people believe this isn’t real. It’s the denial for me. Especially here in California! Then when they catch it, it’s suddenly a different tune. Sure the numbers might be a little questionable but not too much is a lie. Read the facts, do the research. But—

Olivia showed up. Eight minutes later...

Rochelle forced a smile, “Olivia Baker! How nice of you to join us.”

“I know, I know. I’m super late and I’m sure you don’t want to hear the excuses so let’s just dive right into this social experiment project thing you have going on. Sorry by the way.” Olivia rambled which Spencer chuckled at.

Olivia paused, “hey, Spencer.”

“Hey, Liv.”

Rochelle picked up on the chemistry or tension or whatever you want to name it. It was all still there and oh so fresh. She knew this would be good and knew they had to be the first on her list. Sure Rochelle maybe a year or two older than these two but she also had friends that were younger and gossipers like her so she always had the inside scoop when she needed it. So yes, she knew all about spelivia.

“How’s Boston?” Rochelle asked politely, breaking the two’s stare contest.

Olivia inhaled, “it’s better than California, that’s for sure. It feels like I’m getting a fresh new start and it’s just what I needed.”

“Yeah i see you’re at your best there. You seem to be thriving.”

“well yeah, because it’s new. Sometimes you need to get away, I mean I’ve been in California for eighteen years of my life. I always knew I wanted to be somewhere else...don’t get me wrong, California is still very much my home.”

Nice save there, Olivia.

Rochelle clasped her hands together with a wide smile after a small silence filled the air after Olivia’s statement.

“Moving right along, I’ve sent the both of you a series of questions that you both should have received correct?”

Spencer pulled the padded envelope from the side and waved it in front of camera. Rochelle smiled at how organized this guy was and shifted her glance to Olivia who widened her doe brown eyes.

“Ah, yeah I’ve got that. It should be around here somewhere? Hopefully. If it’s not then it’s definitely in the car.” Olivia pointed.

Rochelle sighed, “very well. Please proceed on retrieving the envelope, it’s crucial to this interview.”

Olivia scooted back from the desk and held up a finger as she disappeared from the screen. Rochelle turned back to the brown boy who was toying with the tan object.

“Have you read any of the questions, Spencer James?”

“I really haven’t had the time to, no.”

“Great!” Rochelle quipped, “this will make this experience truly authentic.”

Spencer thought about what was said, wondering where this would get him. He understood what Rochelle informed him in the email and she answered all of his questions. He knew this wouldn’t strictly be about him and Olivia since he invited his friends along for the ride as well.

“Please open the envelope as we wait on Olivia. BUT only read the first question on the first card, we don’t want you to get too far ahead of yourself since that wouldn’t be fair to Olivia.” Rochelle instructed while Spencer took a small inhale before doing so.

Spencer read over the card, his eyes flying over the words as he read them pretty quickly. He hummed at that which Rochelle began to question him on but Olivia announced her presence.

“I’ve got it!” She let out in a sang-song voice.

“Olivia, please open the envelope but only read your first card’s question. Spencer has already done so while we were waiting for you,” Rochelle instructed before turning back to the sophomore, “Spencer, whenever you’re ready please read the question and answer.”

How would the person closest to you describe you in three words?

Olivia halted as she pulled out her own card as Spencer showed the card while reading it from the side.

“I’d think they would say I’m...compassionate, hardworking, and...loving?” Spencer announced, taking his time on thinking that over.

It was Rochelle’s turn to hum as she asked, “Do you agree with his choices, Olivia?”

Olivia was confused. “W-what?”

“Would you say Spencer is: compassionate, hardworking, and loving?”

Olivia quickly recovered, “we don’t know if Spencer is referring to me on that question.”

“Spencer, when answering this question who are you saying is the closet person to you?”

“I—uh—I consider a handful of people that are close to me.” Spencer expressed, “but I’d be lying if I didn’t say Olivia isn’t the first person that came to mind. Even though there’s a shift right now in our...relationship due to the distance—among other things...we’re still the closest and that speaks for itself.”

Rochelle gave a smug smile as she looked at Olivia who opened and closed her mouth. Before Rochelle could encourage Olivia to read her question, she already went forth after clearing her throat a few times.

What reality show do you think I’m most likely to binge watch? Explain.

Olivia peered up at Spencer.

“Oh? I’m supposed to answer this about her now? Aight. Lemme see...i don’t know you seem to find a lot of free time to watch things...maybe it’s a film major thing? Months ago you were watching ‘I love New York, then you told me you and Simone were watching ‘Love is Blind’ or—

“It was actually ‘married at first sight’.” Olivia cut in.

Spencer widened his eyes and pointed at the screen with a small laugh, “that makes sense.”

“Why?” Rochelle wanted to know.

Spencer’s answer was firm, “that’s not our business to tell.”

Rochelle scribbled a quick note on that, ruling these two out on that question to ask later. She made sure to circle Simone’s name and put a question mark next to it.

“To answer your previous question,” Spencer redirected the interview back, “since a lot of these were love reality shows...I know that’s not the only genre you watch and you listen to a lot of podcasts. So I’m gonna say this show called, ‘alone.’”

Olivia blinked.

Rochelle waved her hands as she signaled for one of her friends to find the show on the laptop they were on, “have you watched this show, Spencer? And please elaborate on why you chose this show for Olivia?”

“No I haven’t. I only saw the trailer for it randomly when I was on YouTube watching lebron’s greatest moments clips.” Spencer replied earning a snort from Olivia and a eye-roll from Rochelle, “I picked that show because Liv feels that way, always. Like she’s never been seen before, truly seen. And this show tests these guys to survive on their own in the wilderness, putting not only their bodies but their minds through a lot. It’s mainly about survival that much I gained from the trailer. Liv’s always been a loner for as long as I’ve known her and feels that’s how she knows how to survive by doing it all on her own when she doesn’t have to. I see that and I understood that from my first day at Beverly.”

...

[unabashegirl]

#1 “Kings of Leon” HS

Author’s Note: First Harry Styles imagine! Hope you like it! Request are open!

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He leans against the frame of the entrance of the living room. He was locked away in the office for a few hours, trying to write something down in his journal for the day. It was until he heard the faint sound of music playing that he decided to leave the room and investigate the source of the ruckus.

It was her. The music sounds too familiar to him as he walks down the hallway. Kings of Leon play loudly throughout the entire house. He had discovered that it was her favorite band after the first few dates. That day after lunch, they had decided to go for a walk. They ran into a small music store where Y/N bought a Kings of Leon vinyl. She then proceeded to invite Harry to her small apartment for some coffee and to listen to the record together.

Her appearance captivates him. She dances around the living room without a single care in the world. She only wears a simple t-shirt over her bikini. Her hair is down and still wet from her previous dip in the ocean. She is attempting to air-dry it. She also holds tightly to a tall glass of Pina colada and tries her best not to spill it on the hardwood floor of the house, but she is still not holding anything back. He can see the small bruise forming on the side of her thigh. Last night Y/N had turned off the lights before getting in bed and had walked into the corner of their bed. Harry had to turn the lights back on with the switch beside the bed to go tend her. 

It is only their second day in the Caribbean, but they have both already managed to burn. Jamaica will always hold a very special place in Harry’s heart. He has enjoyed showing Y/N the best places to eat and loved her reaction after they had gone snorkeling.  After being in Japan for so long, he had only desired to spend sometime under the sun and away from the real world especially with her. It also didn’t take much convincing to get Y/N on the plane. 

In one of her twirls her eyes land on Harry, who is only staring at her while enjoying the view of her careless self. 

“What are you doing?” She breathlessly asks as she stops moving while Pyro plays in the background. It was one of her favorites songs. Y/N pushes her hair away from her face, her cheeks are blushed which only entices him to approach and kiss each of them.

“Just heard the music” He honestly just wants her to go back to dancing. He relishes watching her when she isn’t looking. It is mesmerizing for him. He had even sneaked into her office once for a  few hours before lunch just to watch her work. He would just tell her that he needed to finish some lyrics for a song and pretend to write in his journal. He loves seeing how she knits her eyebrows when she reads over her emails or how she fiddles with her pen as she tries to remember what she was about to write on a post-it. 

“I am sorry if I interrupted you” She kinda feels bad and flustered. She knows how important writing time it’s for him. It wasn’t her intention to disturb him in his sacred time. It is his alone time and it helps him to put all his thoughts in one place whether they are bad or good. While Harry walks over to the small bar and pours himself a glass of whiskey, she turns down the music with her phone. When he chooses his drink, he heads back and sits on his usual seat. She just stands around. 

“No need to apologize, kitten” Y/N has the habit of apologizing for things that aren’t her actual fault especially when she is around him. She is just terrified to piss him off and for him to send her off. After all, there is nothing binding them together. They have no commitment to one another. They weren’t even formally dating per se. Even though Harry whispers that she is his every time he makes love to her. 

“Did you get to write anything tho?” She pulls on the back of her shirt, trying to cover some skin. He knows how nervous he makes her feel and he can only blame himself for it. They had met in a time when Harry was fragile due to his past relationship. It was a few weeks before his departure to Japan. He had already bought the tickets and his team had already organized everything for him. In the following weeks, they had multiple dates. She invited him to her hot yoga and spinning classes in the morning. They would usually go out for breakfast or lunch after. He grew accustomed to having her around. He asked her to accompany him to Japan three days before his departure.

“This is something you need to do on your own,” She said that day to him while she held him tightly. That was the day, Harry knew that she was so different from all the girls that he had even gone out with him. It wasn’t only because she wasn’t a model and she was just like any other person, but because she truly cared for his mental health. “You need to recover and I think this will do you good” Y/N said a few hours before his departure. He had stopped at her apartment before leaving. He wanted to tell her how much he liked her and to wait for him.

It wasn’t easy for Y/N. After all, he was leaving the country to write about his ex, who he was still in love with. She took a step back after his departure and let him do his own things. If it was meant to be, it would happen without her having anything to do with it. It certainly was because the first place that Harry went to when he arrived was her apartment.

“I did” He smiles as he reached out for her hand. It had been mostly about her and their long passionates nights on the island. “Are you hiding from me?” Harry asks as he pulls her on his lap. She nervously shakes her head as she settles each of legs on either side of him. “How was the water?” He runs his fingers over her skin noticing the little specks of salt on her brand new tan skin. Harry had stayed in for their usual sunset dip. He had fallen asleep after making love to her and devouring a giant bowl of fruit with her in bed.

“Warm and kinda lonely” She pouts, wrapping her free hand around his neck then leans over and places her drink on a table. 

“We can’t have that can’t we?” Y/N smiles and shakes her head at him as she gently pulls on the curls at the back of his head. The skin of his cheekbones is slightly burned making him more irresistible. She had tried to apply sunscreen on his face, but he kept making faces. It only distracted her and she ended just laughing at him “I guess I won’t ever leave yeh again” Harry leans in and kisses her jawline gently. He can still smell the faint aroma of her carrot tanning lotion on her skin.  

She enjoys the coolness of his rings pressed against her bare lower back. She runs her hands on his chest noticing the soft material of the shirt that he has on. The living room slide doors are opened allowing the sound of the waves crashing soothe them along with the faint sound of her favorite band.

“I need to tell yeh something” he mumbles against her the salty skin of her neck. She immediately tenses up and goes cold. A million thoughts run through her head. Harry pulls away wanting to see her reaction. He takes a sip out of his drink and leans back on his seat. He still grips her hip in place wanting to keep some kind of content with her.

“What is it?” She gulps, silently playing that he wasn’t dumping her or sending her away.

“I first have to confess something. I told you I liked you before I left for Japan, do yeh remember?” Y/N nods along too scared to say something. She also feels like she was about to be sick. It might have to do something about the amount of rum that it’s running through her veins. “I was actually not sure if I did. I was hesitant. We had just met and I was leaving for a long time. I didn’t want to lose you. I lied”

“Why are you tell me all of this now?” She frowns not comprehending where he is going with this or what he is trying to tell her.

“For us to have a healthy relationship. I have to be honest with yeh from starters. We can’t build a relationship based on lies” He explains hoping she would get what he is trying to say and catch up.

“In that case, I actually didn’t lose your sweater” she confesses, “It's actually in my closet at home. It just reminds me of you” Harry laughs lightly showing her his pearly whites.

“I know babe” A few days ago he had seen it in her closet. “I think that you are absolutely beautiful inside out. I love how much you worry about little things, how you sing in the shower, how much you take care of your plants and even how your lips still taste like pineapple when I kiss them” he jokes at the end. He tries to keep it short even though there are still a million things he can mention about her.  “I guess I am trying t’ say is that you are worth having my heart broken a thousand times more if that means that I get to be around yeh” He watches as a wide smile appears across her face. She presses her lips against his. 

“Would you be my girlfriend?” She doesn’t say much but just repeatedly pecks her lips. Y/N was starting to grow impatient. She was starting to believe that their relationship would never move forward and she would remain to be just a friend who he occasionally has sex with until he found a girlfriend. 

“Is that a yes?”

“Yes, silly” she giggles then proceeds to peck the tip of his nose. “I thought you were going to send me home for a minute” Y/N admits as she presses a hand against her chest. 

“No. You’re stuck with me now”  He is so infatuated with her that it wouldn’t surprise him if he tells her he loves her before the trip ends, but that is another story. 

[kirishwima]

I know its late, but I hope you're feeling better If not, here's a mysme HCs sk - Elizabeth 3rd gets out and comes back pregnant :3

awe i love this! we had this happen with our dog back in cyprus, only he left the neighbours dog pregnant lmao (ngl the puppies were adorable tho)

* MC really, really didn’t mean for it to happen

* They came back home to the penthouse one day, and the moment they opened the door, a white fluff came dashing out the door at the speed of light

* MC couldn’t believe Elizabeth just ran out-she’d seen the door open a million times before but she’d never felt the need to even move from wherever she’d been laying at, neverless dash out the way she did

* They immediatly called Jumin, who was still at work, as they also dashed out the house and down the stairs, hoping to catch Elizabeth before she had a chance to leave the building; how fast could a cat even run?!

((the answer is Very. V e r y fast my gosh they’re little sonic the hedghehog hybrids when they want to be))

* Jumin of course didn’t blame MC; he was however insanely worried over Elizabeth, and left his office the moment he got the call, alerting all his security personel to drop what they were doing and scour the streets for Elly

* Lo and behold, Elizabeth was no where to be found; for hours MC and Jumin searched, looked through the whole city with no Elizabeth the 3d in sight.

* When they let the RFA know what was going on, they received an answer as to why Elizabeth had left the way she did; Yoosung told them it was currently mating season, and if unneutered cats caught a whiff of another cat they’d chase them to the end of the earths to uhm. bOink

* Jumin you multimillionaire cat-obsessed nerd, why haven’t you neutered Elizabeth?! Didn’t you know cats over 6 months old should be neutered for the sake of their health??

* Apparently, Jumin hated the thought of having to have Elly undergo such a ‘life changing procedure’-ergo, this was the result.

* They both spent the night on the couch wide-awake, wondering what they could do, how they could find her...

* ...Only they didn’t have to.

* A few minutes after midnight, a call came to Jumin’s phone from his chief of security-apparently Elizabeth the 3d was patiently waiting at the main gates of the building, waiting to be let in and back to the comfort of her beloved penthouse.

* They both wondered how come she came back so fast on her own, but the relief overwhelmed the curiosity, and they were contnet to just snuggle Elly, showering her with love (and an actual shower my god Elizabeth did you roll in mud?! Her fur turned from pearly white to an ashen gray with dust and mud!!)

* Neither of them realised anything was wrong for quite some time-not until Elizabeth’s belly started to get bigger and bigger a few months after that incident.

* Jumin insisted it must’ve been because of her food; he refused to believe it could be because his precious pure Elizabeth the 3d could’ve possibly boinked another cat, especially one Jumin hadn’t met and approved of, nope, no way she did-

* -only that’s exactly what it was ((sorry Juju)), or so the vet confirmed. 

* MC was ecstatic about the news-Elizabeth would have babies! Tiny little kittens! Even the RFA group chat exploded in congratulations, even Zen begrudgingly admitted that a litter of tiny little kittens could be a cute sight from far, far away 

* Jumin...had a harder time coming to terms with it. He looked to Elizabeth with a frown, like a disapproving father who refused to accept that his little girl wasn’t quite so little anymore.

* Yet the moment MC told him to imagine a tiny little version of Elizabeth, a kitty with big baby blues and silky white fur, well, he couldn’t say he hated the imagery of that.

* He was even more posessive over Elizabeth the 3d all the way through her pregnancy; he was so obsessed with making sure she received the best care she could, that he basically had a team of the worlds best vets on call 24/7.

* And when her due date came along, he refused to even go to work until he saw that both Elly and the kittens were all safe and sound.

* It took a few hours, hours during which Jumin paced back and forth, nearly making a hole in the ground from his anxious tapping as he waited outside the vet’s surgery room (he refused to let her give birth at home; what if something went wrong?! He needed her to receive the best care possible, to diminish any and all risks to her health). 

* And then, there they were; Elizabeth the 3d, tired and sleepy, but with 4 little hairless kittens hiding their little heads onto their mothers’ fur.

* MC doubted they’d ever seen Jumin this happy. He petted Elizabeth, took the little kittens into his arms as he looked at them with an almost religious awe; this little things came from his Elizabeth the 3d? She’d brought these beautiful creatures into the world?

* “Of course”, he concluded, “Only a creature as beautiful as her could give life to equally majestic beings.”

* MC...couldn’t say anything to that. The kittens really were darn cute, and they loved to watch them grow day by day, seeing their fur grow, their eyes open, them taking their first steps-even they had to agree it was the most beautiful thing they’d ever seen.

* Jumin was surpried to see that there was in fact, no little kitty identical to his Elizabeth. One was a mix of black and white, the entirety of its tail a silky black along with its ears, whilst two of them were white with black spots, and the last one, the smaller of the bunch, was entirely black except for a tiny white spot at its neck.

* Even so, Jumin loved each and every one of them equally. He wouldn’t even entretain the thought of giving any of those kittens away, not even to V (and definitely not to Seven who begged and pleaded with him day after day). 

* He did allow the rest of the RFA to drop by and meet the little fluffs; he even allowed each of the rest of the members to name each kitty, much to MC’s dismay;

* And that’s how the kitties ended up with the names Spot (by Zen, who genially couldn’t think of a better name), Zen Jr (by Jaehee-even though Jumin vehemently refused to call it so), Robocop the Fourth (by no one else than Seven, of course), Jinx (by Yoosung-she’s his favorite LOLOL character!), and lastly, the little black kitty V instantly bonded with, which he named Luna-a kitty as dark and majestic as the contrast of the night’s bright moon. 

* Jumin eventually agreed to give Luna to V-he saw how much the two instantly bonded, and both he and MC agreed having a little soul to take care of would do V good after all the things he’d been through.

* And they were right-he loved Luna and gave her the best care possible, making her the centre of a lot of his paintings and photographs, which Seven immediatly shared online for millions of people to coo over.

* They weren’t just Elizabeth the 3d’s babies; they were now part of the big, big RFA family.

-Send me a headcanon/scenario for the Mystic Messenger characters to react to!-

[chloebeale]

"friends don't" by Maddie & Tae is a big bechloe song,,, if you ever felt like writing a fic inspired by it i wouldnt be mad (it is country tho)

Thank you for the prompt! | ao3 link.

RATING: G so far | WORDS: 2,921

“And that, my fellow graduates, is why we are not going to look at this as a final goodbye, because it will never really be a goodbye. We are Bellas for life, even after we hand over those keys and go our separate ways. You are my friends, my sisters, my Bellas. You’re my family.”

As Aubrey raises her glass, her emotions written plain as day all over her perfectly made up face, Beca can’t help but at least want to roll her eyes. Mostly because that seems easier than letting the tears currently welling up in them spill over her lids. Beca doesn’t cry. She just doesn’t.

“You tearing up there, babe?”

Apparently, her boyfriend knows her better than that.

The familiar feeling of short stubble scratches at the side of her face as Jesse whispers softly in her ear, his lips pressing soothingly against her pale skin.

Beca shoots him a playful glare as she turns her face toward him, neither shaking nor nodding her head. The way her blue-gray eyes are glistening is answer enough for the both of them.

“It’s okay,” Jesse soothes reassuringly, his fingers raising to twirl delicately through the ends of Beca’s neatly curled hair. She feels his rough skin, calloused from the strings of his guitar, brush against her bare shoulder, the feeling almost comfortably familiar.

College isn’t the only thing Beca will be saying goodbye to now that graduation has arrived. She’s headed out to LA soon, while Jesse has just landed himself his dream job scoring low-budget movies out in Maine, of all places. They will literally be at other ends of the country. But they’ll make it work. They’re strong enough, Beca thinks.

No, she knows it. They’re strong enough.

“Can you stop?”

The same cannot be said for every couple, of course.

The voice breaking into her thoughts, into the way she’s gazing at her boyfriend, is even more familiar than his. It’s hushed, though not quite enough, and Beca knows that it’s the start of a fight. Maybe a continued one from earlier, in fact. She doesn’t want to stare, but she finds herself glancing over in the redhead’s direction, just in time to see Kyle rising from his seat, with Chloe’s hand reaching for his.

“Kyle, seriously,” Chloe hisses, pushing herself upright now, too.

This isn’t anything out of the ordinary. Especially as of late. In Beca’s opinion, Chloe and her boyfriend have never really had the most functional relationship. They both have big personalities, they butt heads a lot. There’s a lot of love there, too. But it’s not enough, at least not as far as Beca can tell. Chloe deserves more than him. Chloe deserves the world. If you were to ask Beca, anyway.

Like Beca and Jesse, Chloe and Kyle will be parting ways soon, both having landed jobs in different places. Why Kyle even went to college is kind of lost on Beca, considering he’s going to be working for his family business. She’s sure he would’ve been handed the position regardless of a degree. But whatever, it’s not her place to question it.

It’s probably not her place to keep as close an eye on Chloe as she currently is, but she just hates to think of her suffering in any way, and Beca knows the way Chloe suffers when it comes to Kyle. There’s such a thing as too pure, as loving too wholeheartedly, and that’s Chloe. When she cares about someone or something, she cares with everything in her, and that can make her vulnerable. Kyle would never hurt her, at least not physically. But he just… He doesn’t get Chloe Beale, not the way Beca does. No one does, in fact. Beca is sure of that.

“Hey, Bec, you need another drink?” Jesse asks, his voice interrupting her thoughts once more.

“Yeah, that’d be great. Thanks.”

Beca returns the chaste kiss to her lips, tilting her not-yet-empty cup away from Jesse’s view. She doesn’t need a drink, but Chloe needs her.

It either wasn’t much of a fight, or they’ve just become so skilled at it that they can get everything out there within mere minutes, because Kyle is storming back toward the table already. This time, Chloe isn’t trailing along behind him.

And that’s Beca’s cue to leave.

“Tell Jesse I’ll be right back, okay?” She whispers to Amy, before rising from her seat.

It doesn’t take her too long to find Chloe. And not just because she knows the Bellas house like the back of her hand after three years of living there.

Everyone is congregated outside, enjoying the graduation party. Chloe, on the other hand, is now sitting on one of the couches alone, the faint sound of quiet sobs ringing through the air as Beca enters. Unfortunately, it’s a familiar sound, one that Beca hates. One that she always wishes she could stop.

The floorboard creaks, the same one that always creaks. Normally, Beca is pretty good at avoiding it, but her mind is currently a little preoccupied. The sound causes Chloe to pause.

“It’s just me,” Beca says in a soft voice, gaze meeting Chloe’s. She hates that those blue eyes – her favorite blue eyes – are glazed over with tears, and despite the fact that she tries not to look too sympathetic (she knows Chloe, she knows she doesn’t want pity), she can’t help it. Her expression is soft, her faint smile almost apologetic.

“Oh,” Chloe whispers, returning that same small, barely there smile. “Hey. I’m okay.”

“I know you are,” Beca nods, her footing almost cautious as she makes her way over to the couch, too. Chloe doesn’t fight her, and instead just scoots over a little bit, making room for Beca to perch down beside her.

There’s a short moment of silence, but it’s not uncomfortable. Beca doesn’t want to intrude, she just wants Chloe to know she’s there. If she wants to talk, she’s there.

Their silence lingers, and soon it’s broken by the soft sound of Chloe’s quiet sobs all over again.

“It was some speech, huh?” Beca finally says. Of course, she knows Aubrey’s whole heartfelt spiel has a whole load of nothing to do with Chloe’s tears. Sure, it was sweet, and it really did tug at the heartstrings, but it brought up happy memories, and with it happy tears. Chloe’s tears are not happy ones, though. Far from it.

“Yeah,” Chloe laughs quietly, though her expression soon twists back into that same one from before. The one where there’s absolutely nothing funny. “God,” she whispers, lifting a hand to swipe away a fallen tear with the pad of her finger, “He’s just… I just wanted this one night, you know? No fighting. Just this one night.”

Beca doesn’t even think about it as she shuffles slightly closer to the other girl, though it’s with a certain hint of caution that she reaches out a hand to rest comfortingly on top of Chloe’s. The redhead’s fingers, nails perfectly manicured, lace through Beca’s, and it’s clear neither are planning on letting go.

“You know that he’s just scared, right?” Beca says, sucking in her bottom lip as she eyes her friend. “Of leaving you. It’s overwhelming, you know? He doesn’t want to leave you.”

She sees the way Chloe rolls her eyes, free hand rising to brush away a new tear. “He has a weird way of showing it.”

There’s no response for that, mostly because Chloe is right. And a part of her gets it, because she wouldn’t want to leave Chloe, either. Fortunately for her, the redhead is headed out to California, too. Not LA, but at least they’ll be in the same state. They’ll see each other.

And thank God, too. Because Beca can’t even imagine life without Chloe Beale in it now. Without any of the Bellas, in fact. But Chloe especially. There’s something different about her, about the relationship the two of them have. It’s a bond Beca can’t quite explain. All she knows is that, as gray eyes lock with blue, she doesn’t really need any words. She just… Looks. And Chloe does the same in return, until Beca notices her tears have slowed.

Beca doesn’t know how much time passes before she sees the way Chloe’s lip twitches slightly up at the corner. It’s a small smile, but it’s a smile nonetheless.

“Okay?” Beca whispers, her fingers squeezing gently onto Chloe’s.

She sees the redhead nod her head, before whispering in return. “Okay. Thank you.”

Chloe has calmed down now. She isn’t crying anymore. Her eyes are still red, small particles of mascara dotted beneath them, but she’s done crying, and that’s a start. Still, neither one lets go of the other’s hand.

“Chloe?”

The voice causes both girls to snap their heads over in the direction of the door, just in time to see Kyle emerging from around the corner. He seems to have calmed down now, too.

Kyle has a charming smile. Annoyingly charming, in fact. He uses it as his get out of jail free card, and it works with most people. Beca isn’t most people, though, and the pointed glare she shoots his way isn’t about to vanish at the sight of those perfect pearly whites.

The same apparently cannot be said for Chloe.

“Hey. Yeah,” she nods, finally pulling her hand away from Beca’s, though the brunette notices a slight squeeze before her grasp releases. It speaks the words they don’t necessarily need to verbalize.

Chloe rises from the couch, tucking a chunk of red hair behind her ear. “What’s up?”

Beca isn’t needed anymore. Though she doesn’t move, not yet. Not until she’s sure Chloe is okay. She catches the sight of those blue eyes, and they soften as they lock with her own.

“Uh, Beca. Can you give us a minute?” Kyle says. Beca wants to refuse, to say that she’s fine right here, but she knows this isn’t her fight. She knows that, as much as she wants to protect Chloe, Chloe is a big girl, she can take care of herself. So, instead, the brunette rises now, too, her focus on Kyle as she exits the room.

Jesse is already sitting at the table once she returns, a fresh drink waiting for her.

“Everything okay?” He asks as Beca takes her seat, his arm draping coolly across the back of the chair.

“Yeah, it’s good. Just, you know, the usual,” she shrugs, offering her boyfriend a look, one that he returns. It’s their regular ‘Chloe and Kyle drama’ exchange, and neither needs to say anything more.

—

Beca has never been the biggest party animal. She enjoys a drink every now and then, she likes to hang out and dance with her friends, but she’s never the one to stay until the very end. So, when she and Jesse take off around ten, it’s nothing out of the ordinary, and it seems that Chloe and Kyle are doing much better, too. They’re sitting beside one another, their hands laced, Chloe giggling at some joke Beca hadn’t heard. Harmony is restored, it would seem.

For now, anyway.

There was enough food at the party that there’s no need to stop for anything on the way home, and soon Beca is comfortably inside she and Jesse’s hotel room and peeling off the short, figure hugging black dress she’d worn for the occasion. It’s not her usual style, but she’d felt pretty great in it. Apparently, she isn’t the only one to have thought so.

“You looked really good tonight, Bec,” Jesse’s voice sounds softly in her ear, his hands settling delicately against her now bare waist. The familiar feeling of his parted lips pressing to the soft skin of her shoulder causes a knowing smirk to rise to her own.

“Oh yeah?” Stepping out of her dress, she turns in Jesse’s arms, her own lifting to snake around his neck. “How good?”

His lips are brushing against her own this time, black polished nails sliding through the back of his hair. “Really good.”

When they make love, it’s not Jesse that’s on her mind. And Beca knows that it should be, but it isn’t.

It’s Jesse less and less lately, in fact.

—

Beca doesn’t know what time they fall asleep, though there are clothes strewn all over the floor of their suite, and she and Jesse have made it to the bed. There’s a sound she recognizes, of him snoring softly close to her ear. It isn’t annoying, it’s just… Jesse. It’s Jesse. And it isn’t what pulls her back to consciousness.

The sound of her phone vibrating on the bedside table beside her is what catches her attention, and though it causes Jesse to stir, it doesn’t wake him. Beca blinks into the darkness, blindly reaching out a hand to fumble for the phone. Her plan is to silence it, to set it back down and go back to sleep, curled up against her boyfriend, but then she sees the name up on the screen.

Chloe Beale. That lame little sunflower emoji beside it, the one Chloe had insisted Beca use when saving her contact. Her gaze drifts to the time. Three-seventeen. She stares for only a moment longer, almost like she’s trying to register what’s going on, before pushing herself up from the bed. The sound of Jesse’s snoring intensifies, and it’s clear he isn’t waking up anytime soon.

Beca taps the answer call button on her screen as she tiptoes quietly from the bedroom and out into the suite’s main living area.

“Chloe, hey. It’s after three… Are you okay?” She whispers into the handset, gently closing the bedroom door behind her. She can hear the sound of Chloe sniffling at the other end of the phone, it’s a sound that breaks her heart. She hates how familiar it is.

“Hey,” Beca’s voice is soft as she makes her way over to the couch, slowly sitting herself down on it. “Hey, it’s okay. It’s me, Chlo. What’s going on?”

There’s a small silence, followed by the strained sound of Chloe’s whispered words. “I don’t know if I can do this anymore, Beca.”

“Do what?” She asks, though she’s sure she knows the answer already. The room is silent save for the sound in her ear, the sound of Chloe’s quiet sobs and soft whimpers. It’s answer enough for her.

“It’s okay,” Beca soothes, leaning back against the large couch. The cushions are soft enough that she sinks down comfortably into them, though the way her heart is racing would suggest she’d just been running a whole marathon. Chloe still hasn’t responded. “Did something happen?”

Another sniffle sounds. “No. He just…” The redhead cuts herself off, and Beca can hear rustling at the other end of the phone. She’s sure Chloe is wiping under her eyes, though she knows there’s really no point; she isn’t done crying yet. She wishes she was, but she isn’t.

When Kyle’s around, it seems like she never will be, in fact.

“Bec?” Chloe’s voice interrupts her inner monolog, and she finds herself nodding despite the fact that the other girl can’t see her.

“I’m here, Chlo. What is it?”

“Can you stay with me?”

There’s a brief pause as Beca digests the question, mulling it over for a second or two. It seems Chloe can sense her confusion.

“Like, here. On the phone. Just until I fall asleep.”

There’s something almost calming about the request, and Beca knows that it’s almost selfish of her to feel that way. She isn’t the one struggling right now. Chloe is. But Beca just hates to hear it, she hates to know that her friend is feeling the way she currently is. This way, she can be there for her, though. And maybe for now, that’s enough.

“Yeah, of course,” she finally whispers, head nodding once more. Beca lifts her feet to curl her legs up underneath her. There are no words flowing through the phone, just the sound of Chloe’s breathing, of what sounds like her tears slowing. “Uh, should I–”

Chloe cuts her off. “No, it’s okay. Don’t talk.” Her voice is hushed now, almost as if she’s beginning to fall asleep already. “Just stay with me.”

Once more, Beca finds herself nodding her head into the darkness, phone held firmly against her ear as she tilts her head back into the couch cushion.

Who falls asleep first, Beca doesn’t know, though in reality it’s probably Chloe. The sun is beginning to peak through the open drapes once Beca wakes again, though, this time to the sound of Jesse’s voice. He sounds a little confused, almost concerned.

“Bec?” He questions, approaching her with caution. “Hey, is everything okay? What are you doing out here?”

It takes Beca a moment of blinking to remember what she’s doing here, how she got here. Whyshe got here.

“What time is it?” She mumbles, glancing up at her boyfriend.

“Just before six. Come on,” Jesse pauses, holding out his hand to take hers. Beca accepts it, her fingers lacing lazily through his as he pulls her up from the couch. “Let’s go back to bed.”

She’s still half asleep, still a little confused by her surroundings, so Beca just nods her head, allowing Jesse to guide her back through to the bedroom.

Her phone is wedged between two of the couch cushions, the active call with Chloe Beale still displayed on the screen.

Continue?

[alpxcamin]

More Than Just a Job

Requested?: nope~

Words: 5.2k

Group: Stray Kids

Member(s): Jeongin (feat. JYP lmao)

A/n: Omg this has been in my drafts for like 3 months wtf...Also, if the words are bolded, it means you’re speaking english lol and also a warning, this is kind of dramatic?? Idk I hope you enjoy this tho!! This was supposed to be one fic, but it was getting too long so I decided to chop it lmao. Next parts are coming soon ^^

Part 1 || Part 2

“Jeongin!”

“Ah, Miss y/n, I’m here!”

You turned around, scowling at the frantic boy. He was dressed in his usual white button-up shirt, paired with a long black tie, black dress pants, and black leather shoes. He was slightly hunched and a little messy, but still acceptable. His half-slicked back hair framed his fox-like facial features showed slight fatigue.

“Why are you late? You’ve never been late,” you hissed, making the Jeongin shrink into himself.

“I’m so sorry, Miss. I woke up late today. I have no excuse,” he gulped, fixing his hair.

“I’ll excuse you this time and this one time only. You’ve never been late before so I’ll let you off the hook. If you’re ever late again,” you stared coldly into his eyes, “You’re fired.”

“Yes, ma’am. I apologize,” Jeongin bows before scuttling to his small desk on the side of the room.

You sigh and walk towards your own desk before plopping into your comfortable swivel chair. You watched Jeongin as he set his things down by his desk and got back up and left the room. Jeongin was your personal assistant and you had to admit that he was the best you’ve ever had. You’re the youngest CEO, having graduated three years early, and have won multiple awards for your amazing work.

You became busy quickly and at the youthful age of only eighteen, you still were not able to handle all the stress by yourself. So, you began searching for someone to aid you with your work. You’ve looked and looked and worked with a couple of people, but they weren’t the right fit. Your life became drastically less stressful and you felt less pressure as soon as you met Jeongin.

He was the same age as you, but still in college. Now, it has been four years since you’ve started working with Jeongin. It’s his last year in college now so you’re hoping he would become more available after he graduates.

You stare down blankly at the paperwork in front of you, contemplating on whether you should start them now or hand them off to Jeongin to finish. Just then, the door creaks open and you look up. Jeongin shuffles in with a small tray of snacks and a fresh cup of steaming coffee, as usual.

“Here you are, Miss,” Jeongin sets the tray down on your table, “The coffee is still hot. You should wait a while.”

“Thank you,” you nod, dwelling in the scent of fresh coffee and sweet cookies.

“Oh, should I take the paperwork, Miss?” Jeongin asks, noticing the pile of papers you were previously staring at.

“Sure, thanks,” you shrug, handing him the stack.

You silently munched on the cookies and drank the coffee as you watched Jeongin start on the paperwork. To say he was a hard worker was an understatement and you felt bad for being so harsh on him. He has amazing work ethics, always polite, and he always followed your orders all the way down to the smallest details. He always had a smile on his face despite all the yelling, stress, and work he had to deal with. You really admired him, so as his boss, you believed that it was best to let him face challenges to help him grow.

Jeongin suddenly looks up, catching you staring at him. He gives you a sweet, dimpled smile before setting down his pen and getting up. He made his way over to your desk and took the empty tray.

“Would you like me to refill your cup?” he points to the empty cup in your hands.

“It’s alright. Just finish the paperwork by lunch. We have a meeting after,” you hand him the cup before turning back around to look for some files.

After Jeongin came back, the two of you worked in comfortable silence. Jeongin knew mornings just weren’t your thing so he didn’t bother you too much. It was your routine. You and Jeongin would come into the office, he’d get you some snacks and the two of you worked silently. Then, after lunch, the two of you would attend meetings if there were any and then get back to work, but Jeongin would speak up more. Finally, at the end of the day, Jeongin would drive you back home before heading for his night classes.

Occasionally, he would have to sign out in the middle of the day if his school schedule conflicted with his work schedule. You would reluctantly let him go, but you understood that he had to graduate.

Before you knew it, it was already noon. You looked up from your laptop and your eyes drifted to Jeongin, who was scribbling away. You got up and walked up to his desk.

“Have you finished?” you look down at what he was writing.

“I’m almost done. I’ll finish this last sheet and go to lunch,” Jeongin smiled up at you.

“Good. This meeting is going to be draining,” you roll your eyes at the thought of who you were going to work with today.

“Of course. Have a nice lunch, Miss,” Jeongin waves as you left the room.

---

“Jeongin. Do you have all the paperwork?” you ask as you walk steadily towards the meeting room.

Jeongin trailed behind you, “Yes, I have the paperwork and a couple of additional files.”

“Good. You know how this man is. Disgusting,” you seeth, stopping in front of the door.

You take a deep breath before opening the door. You put on a fake smile, showing off your pearly white teeth. The jolly, old man in front of you let out a bellowing laugh and you cringed internally. You had worked with him quite a few times and you had come to learn that he was extremely touchy. Jeongin has had to intervene many times. Unfortunately for you, he was good friends with your deceased parents and so naturally, your parents had hoped that you would work closely with him. You only agreed because your parents asked you to. You respected them and their decisions so you reluctantly complied.

“Y/n, good to see you again, love,” the middle-aged man spread his arms wide open for a hug.

“Please, do not call me ‘love’, Mister Park. I’ve told you many times,” you stepped back a little and reached for his hand for a quick shake.

“Aww come on, we’ve worked together for such a long time. Your parents and I were close anyway,” he shrugs before taking a seat on one of the ends of the long table.

You sat down on the opposite end and Jeongin sat next to you. The meeting officially began and you internally groaned. It would be another two hours of your life wasted. Mr. Park had never been too interesting and you always quietly dozed off whenever he was talking. Luckily, Jeongin always took down notes and spoke for you whenever you didn’t feel like interacting.

“Alright, what do you have to say this time,” you sigh, your fingers held up your head by your temple.

“I think you’re going to like this one,” Mr. Park chuckled.

“You say that every time,” you discreetly rolled your eyes. You heard Jeongin let out the slightest giggle next to you. He must have seen it.

“No, but really. This time, it’s big,” Mr. Park shakes his head, leaning forward.

You leaned back,” Then tell me.”

Mr. Park began his long, boring speech and you completely tuned him out. You blankly stared at the clock right above his head. In the middle of his rambling, he suddenly got up and you shook yourself awake a little.

“You’re going to go on a business trip to endorse my newest product!” Mr. Park practically yells.

“Pardon?” you slam down on the table, standing up as well.

“We’re sending you to tour the U.S. to endorse my new product. You’ll be out and about for a whole month. Isn’t that exciting? You young people love traveling, huh,” Mr. Park laughs, clapping for himself.

You looked in disbelief at the jovial man. You had never liked moving around and being an introverted person, traveling and being with people always drained you. You were also never really one to be the center of attention, despite being the CEO. You always had Jeongin present the latest products or do the talking. Being front and center made you feel weak and powerless. You never liked the feeling of people staring at you, waiting for you to mess up or belittling you.

“Sir, would you please elaborate?” Jeongin asks, placing a comforting hand on yours.

You weakly collapsed back into your chair. Your heart pounded rapidly in your chest and you give Jeongin a quick glance. He simply smiles warmly your way and patting your hands a few times, trying to calm you down.

“Of course, Mister Yang. Well, my new product is in need of some promoting. A beautiful, young lady like y/n would be great for marketing,” Mr. Park smirks.

“It’s not even my product. Why can’t you find someone else from your company to do it?” you scoff.

“This is a partnership, y/n. You must do some kind of work,” Mr. Park snorts as if it were obvious, “Besides, you kind of owe me this since your parents asked you to work for me.”

“Work with you, Mister Park,” you shake your head, trying to regain your composure, “I don’t work for you.”

“Sure, whatever. Anyway, we’ve already booked flights and hotels so you have to go. Traveling starts next week,” Mr. Park replies nonchalantly.

“Mister Park, I’m not sure that’s enough time to prepare for everything,” Jeongin looks at you worriedly.

“Ayy, don’t worry about it, kiddo. You children can adapt quickly,” Mr. Park’s cocky voice drifts off as he leaves the room.

As soon as the door shuts behind him and his employees, you dropped your head down to the table, clutching it with your arms. You let out a small groan. You could feel your tears bubbling in your eyes, but you refused to cry.

“Miss y/n...we’ll get through this. I’m here to help,” you felt Jongin's large hands rest on your back, rubbing it softly.

You sat up and looked at him wearily. His hand was still making comforting circles on your back. You didn’t want to drag him away from school for two whole months. It would just prolong his days of juggling studying and work.

“Are you sure?” you sniff.

“That’s what you hired me for, isn’t that right?” Jeongin chuckles kindly.

You nodded sadly, “I guess you can be dismissed now, today. I don’t want to do anything so please just take me home.”

“Of course. Let’s go,” Jeongin nods, helping you up.

You and Jeongin make your way to his car and he opens the door for you. You slipped in and buckled up. Jeongin soon joins you in his car and begins heading back to your house. It was only two in the afternoon, but you just wanted to sleep for the rest of the day. You rested your head on the window and watched as the colorful city flew past you.

“Jeongin,” you whispered, peeking over at him.

“Yes?” he responded, still looking at the road.

“Are you sure you want to pause school for an entire month...just to help me ‘endorse’ this product?” you guiltily ask.

“Of course. It’s my job to help you, right?” Jeongin glances over at you, smiling.

“Thank you,” you nod, before going back to watching the lively city.

---

You sat in your swivel chair, waiting for Jeongin to arrive. For once, you were dressed in casual clothes in the office. It felt weird, but you reminded yourself that you were leaving soon. You heard a knock before the door creaked and you spun around.

Your eyes widen a little at the sight of your assistant in casual clothing. Jeongin’s hair was down and fluffy. He had on an oversized, canary yellow hoodie paired with comfortable denim overalls. In his hand right hand was a medium-sized suitcase and a backpack hung from his left shoulder.

“You look like a minion,” you bluntly tell him, snickering a little. He looked cute though.

“I didn’t even realize that,” Jeongin frets, checking over his outfit.

You laugh a little, causing Jeongin to nervously giggle along. A ‘ding’ from your phone startles both you and Jeongin and you check your phone. The driver sent by Mr. Park had arrived and you sighed. You and Jeongin make your way down to the parking lot of the building.

A large, black van was parked and the driver was waiting for you. He opened the trunk and Jeongin helped you put your luggage in and put his in as well. You left your backpack in the back as well, but Jeongin kept his with him. Jeongin opened the door for you and you hopped in, buckling up right away. Jeongin slid into the seat next to yours and buckled up as well.

The ride to the airport was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. After an hour drive, you finally reached the airport. The number of people traveling in and out the doors nearly made you faint. Luckily, Jeongin knew how to maneuver through the busy airport and the two of you safely made your way to your gate.

“What’s the schedule today?” you ask, holding your backpack close as you sat nervously, waiting to board the plane.

“Well, we’re going to the west coast, California, first. It takes about fourteen hours to get there. It should be about seven in the evening when we arrive. Mister Park booked a hotel one hour away from the airport. The hotel offers dinner so we could eat there and just rest for the day.” Jeongin informs you.

You simply nod, already dreading the long flight. Soon, first-class flyers were called so you and Jeongin lined up, to board the plane. The woman at the little podium in front of the gate scanned your tickets and you and Jeongin made your way to the plane to find your seats. Jeongin lifted your luggage into the little compartment above your seat and easily slid his in as well.

“Do you want the window or aisle seat?” Jeongin asks, adjusting his backpack.

“Uh, window,” you shrug before shuffling to the seat and sitting down.

You placed your backpack in the little corner between your seat and the seat in front. Luckily, there was a lot of room since you were riding in first class. Jeongin slips into his seat next to yours and slides his backpack underneath his seat.

Soon, all the passengers boarded and the pilot announced that you were lifting off. You had never flown before and to say you were nervous was an understatement. As soon as the flight attendants showed up, you quickly strapped on your seatbelt and pulled on the loose strap so that you were strapped in as tight as possible. Your hands gripped on the armrest so hard that your knuckles turned white. You felt lightheaded when the plane started moving.

“Hey, don’t be scared. You can hold my hand if you want,” Jeongin’s soothing voice breaks you out of your panicked state.

You looked over at Jeongin’s hand before hesitantly accepting his offer. You felt the plane tip upwards and you immediately shut your eyes, tightening your hold on Jeongin’s hand. You felt Jeongin give your hand a light squeeze. Finally, the plane evened out and you opened your eyes, letting out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding.

“Are you okay?” Jeongin asked and you looked over.

“Uh, thanks,” you awkwardly let go of his hand, immediately missing the warmth and comfort of it.

“No problem,” Jeongin smiles.

Throughout the flight, you and Jeongin discussed the plans and different flights. It had already been eight hours into the flight and dinner had just been served. You were beginning to feel drowsy and your head rolled back and forth as you tried to stay awake.

“Miss, are you tired?” Jeongin asked, his voice soft.

You sleepily nodded. Jeongin leaned over and you leaned back, a little shocked at his sudden advancement. He noticed and apologized.

“Uh, you can tilt your chair back if you want. Just press that little button there,” he leaned even closer to point at the button on the inside of your armrest, “And just push back.”

You pushed the button with your thumb and pushed back as instructed. You let out a small squeak of surprise when your seat slammed backward. Jeongin began laughing and you felt your cheeks heat up.

“No need to shove that hard,” Jeongin giggles, helping you adjust your seat.

“We should invest in a private jet. This sucks,” you pout.

“Noted,” Jeongin laughs.

You unbuckle your seatbelt, deciding that it was more comfortable that way. Jeongin soon joined you in leaning his chair back. Soon, your eyelids began getting heavier and heavier and you drifted up into a dreamless sleep.

---

A bright beam of light woke you up. You were a little disorientated, confused as to why you didn’t feel like you were in bed. Blinking, you tried to wake yourself up and you looked down. A rose pink jacket had been draped neatly over your body. You were confused. You didn’t remember having that over you when you fell asleep, much less owning it. You looked over at Jeongin’s seat to ask him, but he wasn’t there.

You sighed and looked out the window. The sky was light blue and the white, fluffy clouds drifted underneath the plane. The bright sun shone through the window, illuminating your lap.

“You’re awake,” a sudden voice makes you jump and turn around.

“Oh, it’s you,” you sigh in relief, placing a hand over your pounding heart.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you,” Jeongin chuckles, “Did you sleep well?”

“I suppose. This seat is nowhere near as comfortable as my bed though,” you complain.

“I can imagine,” Jeongin laughs, sitting back down.

You remembered the jacket still draped over you and you shook it off. Folding it neatly, you held it out to Jeongin, “I assume this is yours.”

“Yeah, you were shivering in your sleep. It gets pretty cold on planes,” Jeongin explains, taking his jacket back.

“Oh, thank you,” you awkwardly nod.

“You only slept for four hours. Can’t sleep?” he asked.

“Four hours? It felt longer,” you frown, “I’m fine though, thanks for asking.”

“Well, we’re landing in two hours, so you can get more rest when we get to the hotel later,” Jeongin says.

“Okay, sounds good. Make sure to give Mister Park a call when we land. I don’t want to deal with him,” you hum, “Tell him ‘thank you’ for paying for the hotel.”

“Of course,” Jeongin agrees.

The two hours passed quickly. You and Jeongin just went over the week’s plans another time before the pilot announced the landing of the plane. You were more than ecstatic to get off and Jeongin chuckled at your enthusiasm.

You practically bolted off the plane as soon as the plane halted, but Jeongin held you back. He reached up and opened the compartment and pulled out your luggage. You watched as he grabbed his own.

His hood had been pulled over his head, leaving only his soft bangs and handsome face exposed. His sleeves slid down as he reached for his luggage and exposed his toned arms. He wet his lips before pulling his luggage out of the compartment, causing his arm muscles to flex. You had to admit, he looked pretty attractive at the moment.

“Alright, we can head out now,” Jeongin turns to you, pulling up the handle from his luggage.

You frantically turned around and began walking, pretending as you hadn’t just been checking him out. You didn’t know what got into you and why Jeongin suddenly looked so attractive. Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was seeing him in casual clothes for the first time. Maybe it was spending fourteen continuous hours with him. Of course, you had thought he was handsome before, but you were never really attracted to him. Shaking off these thoughts, you focused on making it out of the bustling airport.

Finally, the two of you made it out to the exit and luckily, the car to pick you up had already arrived. Jeongin loaded both yours and his luggage into the car and the driver set off towards the hotel. On the way, you pulled out a small booklet and handed it to Jeongin.

“Here, study up on your English,” you tell him, "Mister Park may have chosen me to do the promoting, but you’re going to have to at least understand the locals here.”

“Of course. Thank you, Miss,” Jeongin takes the book and immediately begins flipping through it.

“Also, don’t forget to call and thank Mister Park,” you reminded.

“I’ll do that right now, Miss,” Jeongin set the book down and pulled out his phone, searching his contacts.

You stared outside the window, but you were listening in on Jeongin’s conversation with Mr. Park. You felt a little guilty for shoving the call onto Jeongin, but you really didn’t want to deal with that creepy, old man after an uncomfortable fourteen-hour flight.

“Hello, Mister Park. This is Yang Jeongin, Miss y/n’s personal assistant,” Jeongin paused and waited for Mr. Park’s reply, “Yes, we’ve arrived safely, sir. Thank you for booking the hotel for us.”

You looked over at Jeongin and gave him a thumbs up. He gives you his brightest smile, and you turn back to look out the window. You don’t know what’s happening, but you felt yourself blushing at his adorable smile. That’s never happened before.

“Thank you, Mister Park. We will call you later. Goodbye, sir,” Jeongin ended the call and slipped his phone back into his pocket.

During the rest of the car ride, you and Jeongin simply enjoyed each other’s company, well at least you enjoyed it. You were never sure if Jeongin liked you because of the constant, bright smile on his face. He had always been one who could easily mask his annoyance or distraught so you never really knew.

Finally, you reached the hotel and you had to admit, it was quite nice. It was one that you would personally book for vacation if you ever traveled. You and Jeongin waited in the lobby for the bellhops to help with your luggage and to sign in. You watched Jeongin as he marveled at the sight in front of him.

“You seem to like this place,” you chuckle.

“I’ve just never been in such an expensive hotel before,” Jeongin looked around in awe.

“You’ll have to get used to it,” you smile, admiring the boy.

“I guess I will,” Jeongin looks back at you, his eyes sparkling with joy.

“Let’s go check in,” you began walking towards the check-in desk.

“Hello, sir. We’d like to check-in. The reservation was made by Mister Jinyoung Park,” you informed the man in perfect english.

You heard a little gasp from behind you. Turning around, you saw Jeongin who quickly placed his hand over his mouth. You gave him an amused grin before turning back to the employee.

“Here’s your key, Miss. Have a nice night,” the employee handed you the key.

“Thank you,” you examined the key card, “Excuse me. Why is there only one key? We have two people.”

“Sorry, it says here...Mister Park only booked one room,” the man shrugged.

Your mouth dropped open as you stared at the employee’s retreating form. He disappeared behind the staff door and you aggressively turned to face Jeongin who jumped back a little.

“Is there something wrong, Miss y/n?” Jeongin asked, brows furrowing in worry.

“Mister Park…” you hissed under your breath, eyes flaming.

“What happened?” Jeongin inquired.

“That goddamn fool,” you scoffed, a dissatisfied smirk appeared on your face.

Jeongin shivered a little at the sight, “Uh...Miss y/n, you have to tell me what’s wrong so I can help.”

“That oaf booked only one goddamn room!” you roared, shoving the key card in Jeongin’s face. His face flushed and he looked down shyly.

“M-miss y/n, I’m sure it was a mistake,” Jeongin gulped, “We should call him to change it.”

“His cheap ass probably paid for only one room because it was too expensive and he wanted to annoy me. He knows I like my privacy. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of annoying me,” you fumed, completely ignoring what Jeongin had just said.

Jeongin’s face was now even redder, “A-are you sure, Miss y/n?”

“I’m more than sure,” you smirked, your gaze piercing through Jeongin’s poor soul.

“O-oh, o-okay,” Jeongin choked out.

You stormed away to the elevator, Jeongin meekly following. You angrily pressed the up button and stood there, waiting for the elevator, arms crossed over your chest. Your foot rapidly tapped against the tile floor. Luckily, no one else was in the elevator when it arrived and you and Jeongin stepped in. Jeongin pressed the button to the penthouse and you pouted all the way to the top.

“Are you really sure, Miss y/n?” Jeongin hesitated as the two of you reached the room door.

“I’m sure, Jeongin,” you hissed, snatching the key from his hands and swiping it.

You entered the room. Usually, you would be more than satisfied with it, but the only catch is that there’s only one bed. Your knees turned into jelly and you collapsed, but before your knees could hit the floor, Jeongin caught you and helped you up.

“Oh my gosh, are you okay?” Jeongin worries.

“T-there’s...only,” you feel as if you were going to cry, “one bed.”

“What?!” Jeongin screeched, nearly falling over and almost dropping you.

“Mister Park is going to regret this,” you mumbled, already planning a murder plan.

“W-we should r-really go ask for a room change,” Jeongin begs.

“No, we’re not. We can’t let Mister Park win,” you glared at the blubbering boy.

“O-okay,” for the first time, you saw Jeongin near tears.

---

Toothbrush in hand, you squeezed a little glob of toothpaste onto it and began brushing your teeth. You peeked into the bedroom, hair still dripping wet. Jeongin was sitting awkwardly on the couch, scrolling through his phone. The television was on, but the volume was low. The two of you decided that some white noise would be the best way to distract you from the fact that there was only one bed. Jeongin had offered to take the couch, but you insisted that he slept on the bed. You couldn’t have him in a bad condition during the promotions tomorrow. Besides, you were a good boss.

“Oh, Miss y/n,” Jeongin looked up from his phone, noticing you peeking out of the bathroom.

“How early do we need to be up tomorrow?” you paused your brushing, the foamy paste all over your lips.

“The meeting starts at eight in the morning. We should eat breakfast before though...so maybe be up at seven?” Jeongin gets off the couch and walks towards you.

He hands you his phone and you scrolled through the schedule, nodding a few times. You ducked back into the bathroom to rinse your mouth out before popping back out. You handed Jeongin his phone back.

“Miss y/n, you should dry your hair. You can’t afford to get sick now,” Jeongin looks at your soaking hair worriedly.

“It’s fine. I’ll be fine,” you dismiss him, waving a hand.

Jeongin reached for your waving hand and grabs your wrist. He gently tugged you back into the bathroom before plugging in the hairdryer and turning it on. His actions shocked you, but also made you a little shy.

You watched through the giant mirror as Jeongin dried your hair, occasionally ruffling it to make sure it was drying evenly. Your eyes traveled all over his face. His brows were furrowed and his tongue was peeking out from his mouth. He had the cutest “concentrating face” and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Finally, Jeongin turned off the hairdryer and you parted your hair away from your face.

“I could have done that by myself,” you huff, trying to mask your satisfaction.

“Well, it’s my job to help you out,” Jeongin chuckles.

“Whatever,” you pout, “You can use the bathroom now.”

Jeongin simply laughs and retrieves his clean clothes before entering the bathroom and locking the door. You sigh and slipped into bed and scrolling through your phone. You hadn’t really thought about the consequences of sharing a bed with Jeongin until you actually got into the bed. Although it was the penthouse and the bed was fairly large, the bed was still meant for only one person. You swallowed harshly, trying to imagine how far you’d have to scoot to keep a safe distance from Jeongin.

Before you knew it, Jeongin was out of the bathroom, clad in a plain white t-shirt and light gray joggers. You subconsciously slid further down into the blankets, covering your face with your phone as you tried your best to look away. You’ve never shared a room with a boy, much less shared the same bed with one. You felt shy. You felt like a little girl who was experiencing something new.

Jeongin shuffles over to the bed and hops in, staying at the very edge of it like you were. You appreciated the space he left in between the two of you and bid him goodnight before turning off the lights.

You rolled away so that you weren’t facing him and closed your eyes. However, no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn’t sleep. Not with Jeongin right next to you at least. You weren’t sure if Jeongin was asleep or not, but you could hear his soft breathing and it comforted you a little. Soon enough, your eyes began drooping and you were knocked out cold.

~Admin Liz ���

[sunnysidewrites]

Husband!Seokmin

Requested by anon: Can you do a married!au with Seokmin where he asks you to dance with him after a long day? Like super romantic and stuff? Thank you! 

AAAAAA HERE IT IS MY LIL BBY!!! I CANT BELIEVE SOMEONE REQUESTED THIS IM 100% CONVINCED YOU WERE PERSONALLY OUT TO GET ME!!!! JUST LIKE FOR WONWOO, I CANT CONTAIN MY FEELS FOR SEOKMIN EITHER LJSFDLJ THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS WHEN U DOUBLE BIAS AAA also im sorry its been sO long since i did a request!! HAPPY READING MY CHILDREN!!!! <3333

warnings: super romantic, super cheesy, super fLUFF THAT I ACTUALLY HAD TO TAKE A BREAK FROM WRITING BC IT WAS SUPER SWEET!!!!

CAN WE JUST APPRECIATE THIS CONCEPT

MY SUNSHINE, A HUSBAND

I CAN TBEL IE V E

I LUV SEOKMIN SO MUCH AND IM SAD HES SO OVERLOOKED :((((

i hope yall enjoy this piece as much as i loved writing it <33333333

The sizzling of the stove and soft BTOB melodies crackled from your speakers, the only sounds that drifted from the kitchen

You were humming along to the harmonies, the cute pastel pink apron Seokmin bought for you last month wrapped securely around your waist as you twirled with a spatula in one hand but u didnt twirl that much ok pls dont burn the house down

You were about to reach the peak of the song when the familiar bell rang

You glanced at the clock and smiled to yourself

“7, just as expected”

You quickly wiped your hands on a nearby towel and scurried off to the front door

“Welcome home, honey!!!” you chirped

He had a slightly worn out smile but the second he laid eyes on you, his eyes lit up and the tired grin became the embodiment of the sun and blinded you lmao i luv death!!!

“AaAhHhHhHH, who’s this cutie pie??!!??!” he says with his pearly whites displaying and bear hugs you, rocking you back and forth can he just be a model for all toothpaste commercials

Im dead do u hEAR ME IM DEAD

Your face is squished into his chest and he keeps cooing at you like

“SEOKMIN P L S WE HAVE BEEN MARRIED FOR YEARS ALREADY!!!!” you laugh, wrapping your arms around him awwwwwww :’)))))))))))))))))))))))

“YOU’RE JUST TOO CUTE <333333333333”

Gives you quick but a lOT of pecks on the head, cheeks, literally scattered every inch of your face

“Omg seokmin,,,, pls you are too much!!! But i like it” you say but you’re also pouting bc he kissed everywhere but your lips

He’s more than aware of that

“Oh? You want me to stop though?” he cheekily grins at your frown

You’re about to lean in when you smell something a little burnt

“oH CRAP MY BURGERS!!!!” gotta go fast

As you’re running towards the stove he follows shortly and he’s like oooo burgers omg????

And you’re like o ok its just slightly burnt nothing too serious phew

You’re in front of the pan doing your thing when he comes fROM BEHIND AND BACK HUGS YOU AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

“You cooked burgers today??? What’s the special occasion?” you feel his chest vibrating as he gently rests his chin on your shoulder

Ok im sorry i need a breather wow ok im crying omg this is real husband material pls someone hOLD ME

He turns his neck to the left and gives you another cheek kiss and you’re trying to decipher whether your cheeks are flaming from him or the proximity between you and the heat emitting from the stove

Maybe its both maybe its maybelline im sorry i rlly gotta stop bUT I LOVE THAT JOKE LOL

He giggles at the wide grin on your face and he just gives you aNOTHER ONE :’)))) PLS DATE OR MARRY ME SEOK

“Omg ok seokmin i love you but pls im about to finish w these burgers!!! Have a seat!! It should be ready in a few more minutes”

He pouts and puLLS YOUR WAIST CLOSER TO HIM LSJDFDLJFSDJSFDFJS

“:(((( but i missed you aaaallll daayyyyyy”

“We’ll have more time to ourselves after dinner hun!!!” you briefly kiss him on the cheek and turn back to the pan

Error: Lee Seokmin has combusted

He’s sitting back at the dinner table while admiring your back view and he’s literally the heart eyes emoji

The look on his face with the soft stare and the corners of his lips slightly lifted upwards aaaAAAWWWW

You present him with the final product on a plate, one in each hand of yours for the both of you

“Bon appetite!!!” you say as you place it front of him and place his utensils with it

His heart eyes are almost as intense as they were when he looked at you but he’s stuffing his face so it’s kinda hard to tell LOL

“Mmghglg so good!!!” he says in between huge mouthfuls

And you’re like :’))))) i luv my hubby also u have something on your face lmao

He starts venting about his day at work and how rehearsal was just insANE

“We practiced for 5 hours without a break,,, and then we took half an hour ish break,,, and went back to dancing for 4 more and repeated this cycle since 7am”

“Soonyoung told me this really lame joke”

“Why do you always laugh tho”

“That’s what friends do!!! Laugh at your bad jokes bc of how bad they are!!!”

“We also went in the studio to record more of the new songs”

“Jihoon kept wanting me to redo it,,,, i think we all did at least 15 takes. Individually.”

And his lil chatter mouth kept going on and on but you’re just happy listening to his voice

In the midst of ranting about how complicated the footwork is, he notices you just sitting there and staring at him

“You’re not gonna finish your burger?”

And you’re like oH RIGHT LOL

“I just always get so captivated when you talk,,,, it’s so soothing”

And at first he’s like “huh?” with a little confused look and then when he finally registers he breaks out into the bIGGEST SMILE EVER AND HE’S EMBARRASSED

“aaAAAHHH YOU’RE SO CHEESY HONEY”

“UM DID YOU NOT PAY ATTENTION TO WHAT YOU WERE DOING HALF AN HOUR AGO”

As you and seokmin are finishing up your meal, he’s like aaa that was the best meal ever bless ur soul

You’re like alright time to clear the table and you get up and start gathering the dishes when he’s like wait!! and grabs your wrist

“Let’s dance” he says with a gleam in his eyes

“Seokmin we gotta do the dishes first ok? And aren’t you tired of doing your choreo for practically the entire day??”

“I’ll never get tired of you though :))” uM MY HEART I HAVE CHEST PAINS

“Ok,,, since you asked so nicely,,,,,,,,,” you reluctantly agree while you place the dishes in the sink

When you meet him in the living room he’s already at the speakers and scrolling through his phone to find a song

“Ah perfect!” he taps on the song and turns back to you

You’re both getting in position to slow dance and you’re just like

“This is the cheesiest you have ever been today,,,, are you sick?”

The familiar first guitar strings of “Photograph” start playing and he softly smiles at you

Wait can u guys actually play it rn

Like. right now. Now. at this instance.

Just pause reading and play it

You can continue now

“No,,, i just need you to know i appreciate you,,, whether you’re doing chores that i can’t do at the moment or just plainly lending me an ear,,,,, I love everything you do”

You’re so mesmerized by him that you can only gape back with your mouth slightly parted open

“Seokmin…”

He shakes his head and chuckles, “you don’t have to say anything. Just relax”

As the song progresses you rest your head on his chest, your bodies comfortably pressed against each other as you slowly sway

He gives you another kiss on the top of your head and murmurs, “i’m so lucky to have someone like you” lsjddfsjdfjl my HEART MY H E AR T

“The person who has the luck is me, being able to find a catch like you” you respond, a small smile creeping on your face

He twirls you around, the both of you laughing without a care in the world

The song is about to come to an end when he dips you low and stares into your eyes LJSFDJDFJDFDF IM EMBARRASED AND THIS ISNT EVEN HAPPENING TO ME BYE

You’re both looking at each other so fondly and you barely notice how he lifts you back up bc you’re both leaning in

One arm is holding your waist up, and the other is caressing your cheek as your lips meet

His soft kiss has you weak in the knees despite how you should be used to them by now but he always takes away your breath every time

You break away, your foreheads touching

“,,,,,,,oH RIGHT THE DISHES you’re helping me wash” you say and drag him to the sink

All he can do is laugh and silently pray that he will always come home to this :’))))))))))))))))

[wannawrite]

Don’t I Know You From Somewhere?

PD 101 / YH's Justin X Reader [ fem ] 

part two Fluff Word count: 2571 • you're an idol, Justin is your #1 fan • you meet him at a fansign and tbh he's adorbs so you're hella heart eyes for him ;) • soMehow you land the spot as a guest mentor for PD101 S2 even tho ur like young ( okay I'm sorry anon I had to, it isn't part of the original request but...a bit more of Justin fluff never hurts anyone....right? ) omfg, I love love love love love Justin ?? And my Yuehua boys ?? Yes ?? Bless them ?? Freaking adorable Euiwoong and Hyungseob and Jonghyun was a judge hoW CUTE gOD BLESS anyways, hope you like this anon, even if I modified it a little ok but am i the only one who goes soft for China line im so soft for Jung Jung. I love Jung Jung so much. might make a part two for this as well as • Crushing On You - Kang Daniel drop me feedback - admin L __________ Justin could barely contain his excitement as he clutched tightly onto his copy of your second mini album, shuffling in his spot in the queue. The entire venue was packed, fans buzzed with joy and the energy in the atmosphere was insane. Today was the day that Justin had waited for his entire life as a fan of yours. Today was the day of your fansign. When your fansign was announced, he screamed so loudly the whole Yuehua building trembled. Then, he proceeded to beg his manager to allow him to go. It was tough since he was set to participate in the survival show, Produce 101 a few weeks after but he sweet talked his way through. Once he got the 'okay' from his company, he managed to wrangle his best friend and fellow trainee, Zheng Ting to accompany him. Zheng Ting now stood behind Justin with pink cheeks, mildly embarrassed by his best friend's enthusiasm. I suppose it shows how dedicated of a fan he is.....He spent ages picking out his outfit today. I bet that's his $500 Star Wars shirt he was going to save for Produce 101. Justin even visited the salon to re-dye his hair for today. Oh my god. Zheng Ting was downplaying his own elation for his own sanity's benefit. Sure, he wanted to meet such a great inspiration to him but he wasn't a super die hard fan like Justin. Zheng Ting knew that Justin could practically chemically combust from all his zest, his grin was so wide it was sure to hurt. Oblivious to all the judgmental glares from Zheng Ting, Justin continued to keep his exhilaration levels high. His legs couldn't seem to stay still or root him to the floor properly. Even with his height, he still tip-toed to get a better look at you above the crowd. He sighed dreamily when he caught sight of your hair. Oh my god, Y/N looks so pretty today. She's the perfect idol. There's so much to learn from her. I wish she would look at me. Is this love? The expression on his face was so sheepish and dreamy, Zheng Ting nearly slapped him. "Yah, Justin! Wake up! The line is moving," he hissed. It was entertaining to see the maknae so incredibly spellbound by someone. 

The snaking queue moved listlessly and Justin's patience was running thin. To fuel his energy into something else so that he won't be all jittery, he combed through your photo cards that were included in your mini album, taking them out and reassembling them multiple times. People around him stared at him like he was a lunatic but really, he couldn't care less. Justin clamped a hand over his mouth to cover his yawn, he secretly regretted waking up at the crack of dawn, forcing Zheng Ting to drive them an hour out to the venue at five am and sitting in the queue since seven am. He was lucky he managed to sneak in breakfast and breath mints. Dedications of a fan. He huffed and shuffled along as the line gradually started to move. At least he was getting close to you. ... "Hello, Y/N. How was today's fansign? Everything okay?" Your manager asked, scribbling whatever feedback there was from other staff on her notepad. "Hmm, it went well. Thank you for arranging it. I was happy to be there. But right now, I want to sleep," you admitted with a small groan. Thankfully, your manager was an understanding and kind one, you two got along super well much to everyone's surprise. She laughed and nodded, telling the driver to speed up a little. "Go ahead and sleep. I'll wake you when we reach." Truthfully, you were exhausted but your mind was plagued with thoughts of that handsome blonde fanboy at the fansign. His happiness was infectious, it put a smile on your face when you admired how his curls bounced with that skip in his step. You managed to catch his name, Justin, and you remembered exactly what had happened. It was rare you remembered everything word for word but something compelled you to. He had politely waited until the previous fan had stepped off the stage then, practically dashed up the stairs two at a time. He had run a hand through his curls before blurting out an excited 'Hello!' and bowing, nearly bumping his head on the table. As if he was ashamed, he used his right hand to cover his mouth and the other to pass you his bag of gifts and album. You had asked for his name which he gladly revealed. "I'm Justin." He beamed, revealing perfect pearly whites. "Well, thank you for the letter and the gifts Justin," you had said, shooting him your best cover-worthy smile. Justin couldn't be that much older than you. "You're very handsome." His face had turned beet red and he managed to stammer out a reply before nearly tripping on his way down from the stage. He was the most put together mess of a boy you had ever seen and somehow, you were attracted. It was rare you had male fans your age, cute ones at that. But, he was just fan, a face in the crowd you would have to force yourself to forget. You let out an irritated sigh, wishing it didn't need to be limited by its circumstances. Oh why, why couldn't I have gotten Justin's number or something? All I have is a name and a face I would hate to let go. It was safe to say sleep didn't come easy that night despite how worn out you were by the day's activities. You tossed and turned in your blanket, unable to block that blonde boy from your mind. Maybe it did you a favour by lulling you into a deep sleep and as creepy as it sounds, a dream of him. ... Justin was partially gone from your mind a month later but this morning, you could barely keep your eyes open as stylists bustled about, brushing your hair and whatnot, so once again, you found yourself thinking about him. You wondered what he was up to. Perhaps he was leading a normal teenage life. Going to school. Hanging out at the mall with his friends. All the regular, domestic things. A part of you was envious if he indeed had that kind of lifestyle. Today is going to be sooooo tiring. I just hope nothing terrible happens. Today was the day you were guesting on the survival show, Produce 101 Season 2. A few of your friends had participated in season 1 but so far, you hadn't heard from anyone about the second season. It was only the first week anyway, only one episode had aired but you were too busy to even watch teasers of it. Your role was simple, throughout the next week, you were going to support and supposedly mentor a couple of lower ranked teams as they prepared for their stages. It was a good opportunity for exposure and to make new friends. From what you had seen - or lack of since your van had pulled up to the location at six in the morning - all the contestants seemed to be pleasant. The plan was that you were surprising them with a wakeup call and a special buffet breakfast. ( bc i must feed my boys that's why let me live ) You hoped the directors knew what they were doing. "Y/N? Y/N." Manager unnie's voice shook you from your nap, you blinked bleary-eyed at her. She patted your head and helped you to your feet. "Go wash your face or something. Filming will begin soon." You complied, glad that the long-lasting stage makeup was sealed with a waterproof spray. After refreshing, you swiftly changed into your shooting outfit and followed a bunch of crew members to the dining hall. There, another team was busily preparing the surprise breakfast, probably the most the boys were allowed to eat. ( let them eat properly pls ) You stifled laughs when your mini album blasted through the speakers as an alarm. It could become pretty hilarious to hear your own music in public. When the main director signalled your cue, you raised the microphone - which was connected to the speakers - to your lips and delivered the message in a sickeningly sugary voice. "Good morning to all the gorgeous Produce 101 Season 2 contestants. This is not a drill. Please assemble in the dining hall in half an hour. Failure to comply will result in elimination. I repeat this is not a drill. Please assemble in the dining hall in half an hour. Failure to comply will result in elimination." The last part was a lie. No one would be going home on your watch. ... Oh my god. Is that Y/N's voice? Is that her album? How sweet of her to appear in my dreams. "Justin! Justin! Wake up!" What? Why is she calling me? A pillow smacked his face. "Yah! Justin! Wake up!" Justin shot up, rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes. He blinked at his roommates. "Why? What is it?" They didn't need to reply as the announcement sounded again. "Attention all Produce 101 Season 2 contestants, good morning! This is not a drill, please assemble in the dining hall in twenty minutes. Failure to comply will result in elimination." His jaw dropped, almost hitting the bottom bunk. "Is-is-is that Y-Y/N sunbaenim?" He stuttered out his question. "Yes! So that is why we need to hurry!" That was all it took. He washed up in a matter of twenty seconds and changed into his best outfit in five. Justin grabbed his training things out of his suitcase and bolted to the dining hall as fast as his legs would carry him, his roommates trailing behind. He needed to see with his own two eyes that it was really you. It was so crowded he was already pushed back to the end of the crowd. Somehow, Euiwoong and Seunghyuk found him, they called for Hyungseob and Zheng Ting to come over. "Is it her? Is it really Y/N?" He asked, lips trembling. Zheng Ting nodded, star-struck. Euiwoong had to hold Justin up to prevent his legs from giving way. He almost started sobbing. Does she remember me? I hope she does. He thought hopefully before sighing in realisation. No, there's no way she would have remembered someone as insignificant as me. Once everyone had arrived, you introduced yourself and explained your arrival. There were yells of jubilation and cheers. Some of the boy's jaws hung open and they had a hand over their mouths. It made you smile and amp up. Justin listened in awe to your motivational speech, he was in a daze the whole time as his friends led him to their usual table. Then, he noticed you were walking around and greeting some of the other boys. He scrambled to grab Euiwoong's arm across the table, almost making his hyung topple his tray of food. "Yah! Justin, are you okay?" Euiwoong was puzzled by his sudden behaviour. Justin frantically shot questions at him. "Is my hair okay?" "Do I smell good?" "How does my sweater look? Cute enough?" Euiwoong rolled his eyes and spooned some rice into Justin's mouth to make him shut up. "You look fine. I bet everyone else is worried about their appearance too. Full offence, these uniforms look awful," he said in a hushed tone. Justin fussed with his hair even more. Meanwhile, you too grabbed a tray and marched around the dining hall with your manager by your side, scanning for a place to sit. Suddenly, you spotted a familiar tuft of blonde hair. Justin? Oh my god, Y/N! Stop being delusional. Stop relating everything back to that......... fan. But your pace quickened as you approached his table, partially because he reminded you a lot of your long time crush who you would most likely never see again. As you neared, his face became more clear and you gasped. Even though the first and supposedly last time you saw him was a month ago, you still could recall what his face looked like. There was no mistaking that this trainee was Justin. Is the boy sitting next to him Zheng Ting? I met him too. It was cute to see Justin brushing his hair repeatedly with his hands. He whined when it still stuck out in different directions, the other participants sitting next to him only made fun of him. Should I address them formally? Are we friends? What if he is older than me? How do I call him? Oh my god, I don't want to be rude. These thoughts filled your head as you drew closer, palms growing all the more clammy. 'Oppa' isn't rude right? ( lmao guys this is such a koreaboo thing for me to add in my works but tbh i just didn't want to sound rude ??? and more realistic, not so Americanised but pls tell me what I should do. I don't want to offend anyone out here ) Should I call him that? I bet Zheng Ting is older though? What if I offend them? Do you want to sit with them or not? Another voice piped up. Yes, but- Just go! It gave you a push which pulled yourself together. Like the confident idol you are, you strutted up to the Yuehua boy's table, showing off your perfectly sculpted legs in the process, and tapped Justin on the shoulder. He spun round to face you and when he realised it was you, his jaw hung open and large eyes grew bigger. "Hi, Justin oppa, do you remember me?" You asked, beaming brightly. Justin was so shocked he couldn't form a coherent sentence. "The world would end if Justin forgot who Y/N is. He is your number one fan. Believe me, his wall in our dorm back at the company is filled with your posters. If-" Seunghyuk was abruptly cut off with a desperate yell from Justin. Zheng Ting shoved another spoonful of rice into his maknae's mouth. "You haven't eaten a thing on your tray." "Hello, Jung Jung oppa, I believe we met too." You bowed out of respect and Justin nearly fell on his knees. "Ahh, it's okay! Sunbaenim!" Gesturing to your tray, you asked if you could sit with them for breakfast. Seunghyuk moved over to sit next to Hyungseob which created a space next to Justin. The boy went red when you slid into the seat next to him, accidentally bumping his arm. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" You exclaimed but he assured you he was fine. Regardless, you grabbed his arm and ran your hand over it. "Are you sure? You can't get hurt!" He couldn't even utter words. Should I? Whatever, I should. You took his arm and slung it over your shoulders before turning back to him, a sultry ( keep it PG you're both kids ) smile on your lips. "Don't I know you from somewhere?" Justin cleared his throat and suddenly adopted a blank expression. "My girlfriend is here today." No...... He held up his - well Euiwoong's pocket mirror - to your face. You burst into a fit of giggles. "Nice one, Justin. I knew I could recognise you." Sigh, let's see what happens during this short time of filming. ( this is so bittersweet i’m sorry )

[sancocnutclub]

Deep down into the cave 1/?

Summary: Emma is missing and Killian will do whatever it takes to find her back, enven if it means making a deal with the dear old crocodile...

Warmings: a bit of graphic description tho except blood, broken bones, bruises, burns, there will not be big whump here ^^ 

Also it’s a non-beta work soooo be gentle with the tense mistakes or wrong words ^^’

Note: So here we go, first try to write some whump. I’ve done this on a RPG in french so i’m trying to ytranskate it so we all can enjoy some torture between Gold and Killian. It’s not a bug stuff but i’m trying to make it so we all have feels for Killian. Anyway, I would really really really apreciate ome feedback, even if it’s 3 words, positive or not what i could change to make it better blablabla. 

tagging my cocnut-san @killian-whump​ @justsomewhump​ it’s bc of you if i strated this haha

Killian knew better than to trust the crocodile but with Emma missing just as the rest of the ones having light magic, he only has the old crocodile to help him find a way back to Emma.

That’s how he ended up at the storybook port right next to his ship waiting for the Dark One to come. As dramatic as he was they agreed to meet when the moon would be up in the sky. It was a full moon, lighting all the bay in its soft silver light. Killian was someone quite patient; well usually. Emma was missing and not finding her was putting him on the edge. And waiting for Rumple to show his blasted face at the docks wasn’t helping. But eventually around midnight he arrives in his red Cadillac.

To his view, Kilian’s heart skipped a beat as he held his breath before walking toward the old man.

“ You have it?” his voice almost a command because of the tension building inside him every minute passing. “ Nice to see you too captain…” “ I have already waste enough time waiting for you Gold. Do you have it yes or not?” “ Yes, I have what you need, pirate.”

He brought his hand to his coast and brigs out a small flask. Before the dark-haired man react, Gold threw the small vial in the air. Killian having barely enough time to catch it before it hits the floor. Once secured in his hand he threw a dark glare to the man in from of him who simply watch him as if his move hasn’t been perilous. Totally the opposite of Killian. His heart was beating fast in his chest as the adrenaline was fading. He took a deep breath through his nose before raising the vial in front of his eyes. The liquid was almost transparent though with the light of the moon it has pearly reflections, almost electric. This was supposed to help him find Emma back. At least that was what the Dark One has certified to him. Speaking of, the man was still looking at him like he was waiting for something and it sent Killian’s senses on hight alert. Something was wrong.

“That’s all? No deal? No favor?” Killian asked Gold, his eyebrow lifting. But he only earned a creepy smile from Gold. Shit. This was all wrong and he was feeling it, his jaw clenching waiting for more from the man but after five minutes there were still looking at each other in the blank of the eye.

“Is this really going to work? I know you crocodile, you wouldn’t hand me this like that. What are you up to?” Killian grew angry and walk until he was facing Gold. “I’m going to wonder if you have a brain…YES this potion will lead you right to Miss Swan” the end of his sentence being spoke between his teeth.  “Now if you don’t want it, hand it back and go back to your beloved ship…”.

But Killian took quickly a few steps back. There was no way he let the crocodile go away with the only solution he had for now. Taking one last look at the old man, swallowing his fear, Killian looked down at the flask in his hand popping the cap with his thumb. He will do what is necessary to take back his Swan. He lifts the vial to his lip but the pungent smell makes him jerks away. And all at once his fear came back, his throat squeezing tight. What if all of this was just a trap? What if this killed him and he never get to see Emma again? And as if all these questions weren’t enough, he could feel the gaze of Gold on him even if his eyes were locked on the shimmering potion. He was starting to struggle to breath as his hand was threating him to let go of the flask at any second.  I will always find you.  The world echo in his mind and it was all he needed to bring the vial to his lips and drink down in one the content. Killian straighten up, feeling the liquid going down his throat, leaving an awful taste in his mouth but it was all. Nothing had happened, he was still alive, still a little bit tensed but the voice in his mind had shushed. Gold gave him a “told-you-so” look before turning on his heals heading back to his car. 

But at the same time the vial hit the floor breaking into pieces. Killian brought his hand to his throat, images of the electric and pearly liquid flashing in front of his eyes, his pupils going wild. As soon as he got his sight back his heart vibrated in all his body leaving his ears with a unpleasant white noise as he tried to process what was happening to him. “B-Bastard” was the only thing his body let him says before he shuts his eyes as his throat started to burn. It soon started to tingle, the sensation spreading through his whole body, making it impossible to move without feeling his members go numb. The fluid leaving a burn after it passage as it travelled down his body. Killian was biting his lips, trying to keep the pain for him, not wanting to let see his enemy but it soon became impossible. Small grumbles were escaping his closed mouth as his body started shivering. Seconds later, the tremors became more intense, forcing Killian to stumble until he was down on his knees his hand still on his throat as if applying pressure was going to slow down the effect of the potion now inside his blood. Jones was trying to regain control on his body but he was assault by a new powerful beat from his heart followed by an intense pressure in his lugs making it impossible to breath. He was gasping for air, his vision blurred as tears started to form. Except the more he was trying to fill his lungs with air the more he was choking, his head was spinning as the fire inside his torso was growing, burning everything inside him. The next second he was holding himself up with his hand as he couldn’t stay upright anymore. Tears of pains were rolling on his face as his body started to convulse. He couldn’t control anything and the docks were soon filled by his whimpers as he falls on his side instinctively curling himself in a fetal position. His body shaking uncontrollably, his lungs still on fire and now he felt as his head was going to blow up. Killian started to sob, his hand pulling his hair trying to ease the pain. He was going to die in a painful death as Emma was somewhere in danger. All because he has trusted the crocodile and he’s hating himself for this. However, the pain seemed to lessen a bit giving enough time for Killian to reopen his eyes and slowly catch his breath even if his body hasn’t stopped from shaking. Then it hit his mind: he needed to get out of his body what he had drunk. Trying to put his weigh on his left elbow, Killian managed to put two shaking fingers in his mouth, pushing them down until his stomach heaves so his body evacuate the poison. But it didn’t help, it was even worst now. His stomach being assault by spams in addition to the convulsions of his body. Without a warning, a sharp pain strikes his back right in his spin obligating Killian to arc his back in a scream of pain. This time was the good one. His hand reaches his chest, trying desperately to rip the burning off. A few second later his skin was red, his voice hoarse because of the intense screams. Pearl of blood stuck on his chest hair, staining his shirt.

While the pirate was struggling on the cold asphalt, Gold was returning, a rough rope and duck tape between his hands. But he didn’t do anything once he was 2 meters away from the body on the floor, simply watching his pray succumbing to the drug he created just for him. A couple minutes later, Killian’s body started to calm, only flinching from time to time. He was unconscious, drooling on him, eyes close shut, pain readable on his face, Gold free to do what he wanted.

- - - - - -

The first thing Killian noticed was the change of position of his body. The last thing he was able to recall was that he was lying on his back, his scream feeling the silence of the usual quiet docks. But now he was up; well sitting on something…He opened slowly his eyes, blinking but he couldn’t see anything. He tried to move but it seems he was blocked, just able to move slightly his head only to found he couldn’t see anything else and that his head was still spinning, the sound of his blood covering every other sound he could have heard. But after what felt like ages, he finally started to focus his gaze on a small shacking light in front of him, water drop splashing on the floor at regular intervals. He deduced that he was probably locked on a chair in what should be a cave or something alike; wet, cold with barely enough light so his vision can detect something in a small perimeter. He tried to move again but his arms and legs were blocked too…Wanting to sight, Killian realized he couldn’t open his mouth, quickly breathing through his nose to avoid suffocate. He needed to keep calm. He wasn’t dead yet so he still has some chance to get out of where he was. Or that what he thought. Second later, the light became brighter to reveal the full place and a man.

Killian was sure of three things: first, he was on a win cave, roped from the head to toes to a chair. Two, the man standing in front of his was no one but Gold himself. And third, this was bad. Really bad. He had barely regained his tough that he knew he was going to suffer more in the coming seconds, minutes, hours…who know with the Dark One? Killian stared to struggle against the rope, grunting each time with the pain awaking through his body that wasn’t totally operational yet, members still numb from whatever he has drunk before. And Rumple was staring at him, an evil smile on his lips, already savouring his plan…

This was going to hurt the hell out.

[mndcvntrvl]

Out-take | Druken Haze x Talia

jdskdksdks @rebellesixx i’ve written so many scenes with her drunk but i love this one bc it’s slight wild. oh and :((( i changed Talia’s FC

Glasses clinked as shouts of excitement and cheers echoed through the dining hall. Bodies’ on top of bodies—covered in the finest cloth to the softest silk God’s hands could craft. Eyes on others, mouths to classes and ears to the chaos; people did what they naturally did. Hands gripping onto counters for balance by the bar turned into hands on each other as the music turned into a fest of grinding and obnoxious shouting. Even then, no one noticed the diamond chandelier shining upon their faces with the dim light casting them into a devious view.

Whiskey spilled on my dress. The fabric turning a small fragment dark red upon my thigh. I frowned but kept a straight posture, my back up with my chin stuck out. I made sure my ponytail sat high on my head, the ends of it sitting pretty and perched on my ass. Hands wrapped around the short glass, I licked my flesh colored lips once over and took in a breath. Shouting increased from behind me and my body temperature was heating up along with the alcohol in my bloodstream.

Infectious and dangerous was what this night was. It was a scene for the cool kids. The décor was full of shiny things; gold walls and curtains hung from the ceiling as did girls doing acts on them. Outfits matched the gold and black color theme to a degree—here I was. The uncool kid sipping away on the only thing she could pronounce without sounding like an idiot. People were naming drinks that sounded like gibberish. I ordered the quickest thing that would knock me out before I got back to my hotel room.

Dad would be pissed.

But I only ever look good on camera.

Thank god they had left hours prior. As did he, said his old man body couldn’t keep up with the entertainers of today and called it a night. Like a light switch, everyone snapped into these wild, bright individuals with a lot to show for. I would have too, but instead I sipped on whiskey until my speech was slurred and my eyes had a red tint from the smoke being blown in my direction.

You can’t call Christian sounding like this

He had been texting me all night about the party. Being all the way up in New York while he stayed over there was a normal thing now. Sometimes I wish I could break the barrier around my personal life and let him in, but for right now I can bear it and be okay with it.

Another glass. My lips latched onto the edge of it and tossed it back with a groan. It felt like fire going down my throat; that was good though. I knew I was fucked when it would start tasting like I was downing water. Until that turning point: I was unstoppable.

“Ms. Gonzalez, what a surprise.”

That voice. I had heard it so much when I was younger. Even through my tipsy haze, I could feel the coolness of his breath on my ear as he spoke into it.

Turning around, his brown eyes bore into mine. Those pretty ass eyes with those long ass eyelashes that could make anybody doing anything he wanted if he batted them right way.

“And if it isn’t Christopher Maurice,” I smiled, leaning in and giving him a hug. “What brings you down here to the bar, Mr. I want V.I.P.?”

His hand stayed on my lower back after we pulled away. The grooves in his watch could be felt on the top half of my ass. Those long ass fingers he adorned with rings the size of rubies sat atop one of the strings to my thong I had on.

Don’t do it

“Ha, I came down here for a drink actually,” he looked down at the space in between us, licking his lips as his eyes traveled back up to me. “But I might stay down here a lil’ while,” his voice had grown into a deep husky growl, if that was even possible.

“Is that right,” I asked, a smirk placed confidently on my face.

Chris nodded and sat on the stool next to me, his hand still atop my ass as his thumb rubbed the sides of my upper back.

“You been enjoyin’ ya’self down here?”

“All the new artist have been coming to me since dad left,” I told him. “Asking me questions and advice for—shit, I don’t even know. I’m ‘bout four glasses in and can’t even think straight,” his laughter exploded over my last sentence, his body moving closer to mine only creating a ball of energy to go through mine.

“You a lightweight baby? Only four glasses… you needa drink somethin’ better than,” his jewelry covered hand left my waist and inspected the glass in my hand before putting it to his nose and smelling it contents. “Whiskey? Damn, you just chuggin’ it back too, ‘ight! I see you!”

My eyes were either deceiving me or did Chris look like Chaos, just with blonde curls?

I licked my lips, the tips of my fingers left the bars counter top and tugged on the collar of his black bomber jacket. “Only thing I felt like drinking. Can’t drink too much anyway because I gotta’ get up at eight.”

“Oh so you headin’ back to Cali?”

I nodded. If I had spoken I knew my mouth would deceive me and only cause a world of trouble if word of it got back to Christian.

Dammit Natalia, go to the hotel room now before you do something—

“Yeah,” I answered, letting my hands trail down from his collar into his jacket. “College is basically kickin’ my ass right now.”

This time his hand went back to my waist, gripping the side of my hip with a gentle squeeze—I smirked at him. His shirt was thin as I ran my hands down is chest in a horizontal motion. The feeling of the material against my skin made me grow warm. I could feel my cheeks flushing at the thoughts roaming around in my head.

“You a smart girl,” he cocked his head back and laughed. I raised a brow and questioned him sourly,

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He shook his head and flashed those pearly whites my way—I smiled instantly.

“You smart aaaaand fine, it’s hard to find that now-a-days,” he commented, biting his bottom lip before wetting it with his tongue.

“Trust me, we be out there you just gotta’ look a lil’ boo,” I said.

Wait… sis abort the mission, ABORT THE MISSION

Red flags were everywhere—but I stayed put and let my eyes undress the man in front of me. I started from his jacket, imagining myself putting it on my half naked self as he would laugh. Then his shirt, I know his tattoos would look great against the blood red silk sheets I adorned in my room. I even knew the color of his boxers would look great on the cream colored carpet alongside the dress I knew he’d rip off and whisper,

“I can buy you a new one.”

Natalia!

“Ma’am,” I was snapped out of my fantasy when I heard the bartender’s nasally voice chime from behind me. Turning my head in her direction, I raised a brow and cocked my head.

“Are you buying another drink?”

“Oh, I’m just—“before I could get my words out, Chris stood up and bent over and whispered in my ear,

“Get a bottle of Henny, put it on my tab.”

That syrupy, sweet concoction of a voice sent a tingle to more than just my toes. It was like a rumble against my chest when his chin hairs tickled the side of my neck, making me squeak out to the bartender, “Henny, uh—ur, bottle please?”

His laughter tickled my ear as he to the bottle on the glass shelf. “Put it on my tab.”

That fantasy was getting intense. I could feel the palm of his spreading my ass and giving it squeeze before sending that same laugh through my ears because I had sounded like a melody to him.

Christian is probably worried sick and you thinkin’ about dick! That’s not his!

“You ready to have a good time, ma,” his lips rubbed the outside of my ear, his voice growing huskier than previous.

All I could do was nod because I was envisioning him asking me that as he bent me over the bathroom counter with a hand on the back of my throat. That same devious smile he had now still playing rounds in my head.

I knew I wasn’t going to make this one.

Our bodies stuck to each other like glue. My hands gripped and tugged at his that were firmly placed on my hips with a death grip. Eyes shut, mouth agape; I felt like I was going to explode. Any second and I was due to scream from the thrill of it all racing through my body. I could feel him, all of him, as I threw all I had back on him in a downward position.

“Damn,” he groaned, his back was pressed up against mine but I could still feel his hips pushing against mine. “You betta throw that shit back.”

One hand had moved up to my back, pushing my back away from him as he bent me over at an angle. I spread my legs and opened my eyes to look back at him only to catch him watching me like I was the last thing he’s had in awhile. All I could do was bite my lip and continue giving him what he asked for.

You are in so much shit right now.

I knew it was, but who said dancing with somebody was illegal? Plus I could blame the shots of Henny on all of it anyway, right?

As the song was coming to an end, Chris and I pulled away from each other and embraced with a shared laugh. He was as drunk as I was; all of it was hilarious.

“Damn girl, who told you how to dance like that? I know yo’ ass ain’t gon’ bad on me now,” he said, laughing at the crimson marks on my cheeks growing by the second I imagined.

“Mmmmm caaaan’t always be so sur—“I paused and let a hick up leave my mouth. “Sure, but I can say the same thing abouuut you, too!” I jabbed my finger into his shoulder and laughed into my hand to keep from showing him the ugly face I was probably making.

“Eeeh, I got some moves baby-girl,” he popped his collar, laughing. “You lit right now tho’, ma.”

I gasped and placed a hand on my chest. “Psshh, I’m just getting’ starting—started, started,” I giggled, my vision was playing tricks on me and Chris looked like he had three heads.

“Yeah, ma’ you toasted,” his arm wrapped around my waist as he stepped to the side. “Let me take you to Clay, he gon’ take you to ya hotel.”

“But you’re so much fuuun, c’mon Chris,” I tugged on his collar and placed my lips by his ear, tauntingly whispering, “I know you wanna come with meeee.”

That same smile crept on his lips and spread into a laugh that only me pout when he shook his head. “Baby I’d rather you be sober, now c’mon.”

The walk through his VIP was rather a quick one. Possibly because I was too drunk to pay attention; or because his bodyguard was the size of a body builder. Either way, a fast blur of lights and hushed voices crowded my senses. Cold air suddenly slapped me in my face, making my eyes widen at the street and blink a couple of times to realize I was outside. That barely lasted though. Hands grabbed onto my arms and my mouth opened to speak but I felt a wave of nausea wash over me.

“I’ll see you in Cali baby, have a good night,” a kiss landed on my cheek. That voice, the syrupy, sweet voice that made my body feel like noodles suddenly disappeared and a car door slamming replaced it.

At least you didn’t do anything particularly stupid.