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sserpente · 11 months ago

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The Mistletoe Tradition

There was only one piece of decoration left in the box now—it was a dew-fresh mistletoe complete with a red ribbon. And you knew just where to put it.

With a smile, you danced over to Astarion and held the green plant above your head. The vampire spawn looked up, confused and flustered both at the same time.

“Wanna know what my favourite Yule tradition is?”

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me,” he purred.

“Whenever two souls are caught under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.”

A/N: I’m not sure if Christmas/Yule is a thing in Faerûn but if it wasn’t… I sure made it a thing now! Worked in some of his actual quotes for it to be even more relatable because we're all simps, lol. Also using Yule and Christmas interchangeably here because I can. Merry Christmas to you all! ♥

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Warnings: fluff

“Jingle Bells, jingle bells, jingle all the way…” Humming to yourself, you rummaged through your bag to take a closer look at the items you had snatched on your journey today. A bag full of peanuts, perfect to still your hunger on the road, a new dagger you had taken from a corpse, for your old one was falling apart at the hilt, a letter from an Iron Fist written to Lord Enver Gortash himself, and—perhaps most importantly—a little snow globe you had found in an abandoned cottage. It wasn’t much but it was better than nothing and had definitely been worth Lae’zel’s eye roll.

You were headed towards Baldur’s Gate and decided to rest in the Elfsong Tavern where Gale, Wyll, and Halsin were currently discussing the price of a room to stay in for the next couple of days. The air smelled like mulled wine and pine cones, and the tables in the tavern were decorated with tree branches, candles and sliced oranges and cinnamon sticks. The atmosphere was lovely—festive. You leaned against Astarion with your cheek against his chest, a sigh escaping your lips.

The pale elf was quite used to your—at least by his standards—unusual behaviour by now. Well… sort of. He’d expected more hostility toward him after the night he tried to bite you, that much you knew. Instead, you’d offered to help and… huh, secretly drooled all over him.

He certainly knew what he was doing and you hated that it worked. You didn’t want to turn into a giggling and blushing mess in his presence and yet… that was exactly what happened. Every. Single. Day. You tried to hide it as best as you could but at this point, you were pretty certain that he knew you were a hopeless case whenever he was near. And once you’d started sleeping with each other… you had become putty in his hands entirely, desperate for his touch even when it wasn’t sexual.

You offered him a cuddling dose daily now and you never let go until he did.

“All right, everyone. We’re settled. The owner has agreed to give us one of the suites upstairs. It has thirteen beds, its own washing area, and a fireplace. I don’t know about you but I am knackered,” Wyll announced as he cracked his bones.

“You go ahead without me. I’d like to take care of something real quick. I won’t be long,” you said, the idea thundering through your head with a start having you beam from the inside out.

Gale lifted a hand as if to raise everyone’s attention before speaking. “I hope so! I have a perfectly hearty rabbit stew planned for supper.”

It had taken the inn owner ten gold pieces and a lot of convincing to get you a Yule Tree. Was it important in midst of everything that was happening? Possibly not. Were you still humming Christmas songs yet again as you carried a small box full of ornaments and decorations up the wooden stairs to your room? Absolutely.

Gale was already cooking. They all knew the very moment you entered the room with it that the tree someone had brought up in the meantime was your doing. And now, while the others were getting ready to rest for the day, you began decorating the room as if you didn’t have a care in the world. And for just a moment, you pretended you didn’t.

You spotted Astarion glancing at you from the corners of your eye. He’d crossed his arms before his chest, looking as handsome as ever and even more so now with his hair still a little damp from getting the dust of the road off of him.

“Need something?” You smiled, noticing how he admired the pine cones dipped in molten silver and the delicious-smelling orange slices on the tree for just a second too long. The straw stars you were specifically proud of as you stood on your tiptoes and stretched to put the biggest one on the tip of the tree, completing your masterwork.

“Oh, don’t mind me… I’m just enjoying the show.”

You blinked at him, gnashing your teeth as you felt a treacherous heat creeping up your cheeks, for his gaze was by no means fixed on the tree anymore but your behind. At times it was still hard to believe this incredible elf was attracted to you of all people.

“Is this really necessary? I mean, really? You’re wasting our time and energy on decorating a tree?”

“Hey… we won’t know yet if that’s our last Christmas. I don’t mean to be pessimistic but you know just as well as I do that there is a good chance we won’t make it out of this alive. I might as well enjoy the little things until… I can’t. You never know. Besides, this is the first time in weeks we’re sleeping with a roof over our heads. We have beds and a fireplace. I would be silly not to decorate a little, especially with a recent murder right next door.”

“Well… I suppose… but don’t expect me to help you.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it, oh fangy one! I’m actually done and it looks absolutely amazing, if I may say so.”

Astarion scoffed—playfully so. It was then Halsin joined, admiring your tree up close with a second portion of stew in his hands.

“Well, I think it looks beautiful. There’s no better way to get into the festive spirit than with a little bit of nature in one’s home.”

You fought hard to hide the chuckle bubbling up your throat when Astarion rolled his eyes as soon as the druid turned away again.

“The man really can’t shut up about enjoying the freedom of nature’s gifts.”

You couldn’t help it. You burst out laughing. Needless to say, your companions’ shocked expressions made you cackle even more but perhaps the surprise on Astarion’s face was what brought you even more joy than the way he had mimicked Halsin.

“In the end, it won’t be the mind flayers who kill me. It’ll be you,” you choked out, wiping your eyes with the ball of your thumb. Gods, you were actually crying from laughter.

There was only one piece of decoration left in the box now—it was a dew-fresh mistletoe complete with a red ribbon. And you knew just where to put it.

With a smile, you danced over to Astarion and held the green plant above your head. The vampire spawn looked up, confused and flustered both at the same time.

“Wanna know what my favourite Yule tradition is?”

“I’m sure you’re about to tell me,” he purred.

“Whenever two souls are caught under the mistletoe, they have to kiss.”

“Do they now?”

You grinned.

“Well… in that case, we better not risk the wrath of whatever god came up with it.”

“That would be Frigg, wife of Odin and mother of Baldur who never wanted the mistletoe to be forgotten again after Loki—“ You didn’t manage to finish your sentence for in the next moment, Astarion pulled you close and pressed his lips against yours. The kiss was a promise and a reward, a display of affection… and a small gesture of care warming your heart.

“How do you always do that?” you murmured against his mouth, breaking the kiss just long enough to draw a deep breath. “Leave me wanting for more? Tempting me?”

“Tempting you, hmm? Well… You know what they say… the only way to cure a temptation… is to give in to it.”

A little squeak escaped your lips before you could stop yourself. You pressed your lips together to a thin line, eyes wide as your hand flew up to your mouth to cover it. But of course, Astarion had heard you. Amused, he quirked an eyebrow.

“What was that?”

“N-nothing.”

“Really? Because I think I heard quite the delectable little noise coming from your lips just now.”

“N-no. Oh gods, you have to stop this. I will melt, Astarion. I will literally melt and then you can go get a mop and wipe me up!”

Astarion laughed, surprise mixing with delight. “Oh, darling, I could go all night… as you well know,” he purred.

Another squeak. He’d caught on to it now, of course—that the reason for those inhumane sounds escaping your body was all his doing. Oh, for fuck’s sake…

“Okay, that’s it.” Arms akimbo, you narrowed your eyes at him. You were all but flustered when you grabbed the collar of his shirt with such vigour, the tiniest hint of surprise and hesitation flittered across his face before his smug smirk returned and you kissed him yet again, longer and more passionately this time.

“You really will be the death of me” you breathed against his lips. “It’s a nice way to go though, I won’t complain.” The urge to rip off his clothes there and then grew stronger with every passing second. You knew he wasn’t ready yet, despite his relentless teasing and you’d be the last person to push him but… judging by how he wrapped his arms around your waist yet again and pressed you closer to his body yet again, a heartfelt kiss was never off limits.

You sighed against his lips, the mistletoe dropping to the ground. Only the gods knew what would have happened if you had not been interrupted despite your fellow companions still in the room but alas, the door burst open with a bang so loud you both flinched.

“This… is… AWESOME!” When Karlach entered the room, she was wearing the ugliest Yule sweater you had ever seen. Tinsel and two baubles were hanging from her horn and in her hands, she held a massive candy cane and a mug of what you assumed was eggnog. “I LOVE Christmas! Oh, you got us a tree! We should go and buy presents for each other to unwrap tomorrow!”

“Karlach, please, it’s late and I’m tired,” Astarion complained.

“Fiiiine, tomorrow morning then. A kid downstairs just told me about this fat guy called Santa who climbs through the chimney and puts gifts under the tree if you leave him cookies and milk. Do we have cookies and milk? We have to get cookies and milk!”

You laughed. In that case… you certainly had a long night ahead of you before you could get a good night’s sleep.

Everyone was fast asleep by the time you got up and tiptoed across the cool floorboards on naked feet in the dark, past the crackling fire in the centre of the warm and cosy room, and toward Astarion’s bed. You could hear the wind blowing outside the tavern in the dead of night as you climbed under the covers and cuddled up to your lover who had, without a doubt, been expecting you. Astarion wrapped you in his arms, his lips grazing your bare neck ever so slightly.

“Hello, darling.”

At peace and content, you both listened to the instruments Gale enchanted to play quiet music to lull you all to sleep.

“Well, aren’t you brave, revealing your lovely neck to a vampire like that?”

You chuckled into his pillow, stretching even more.

“You know… I think we’re past the point now where I have to tell you each night that you can… I mean… if you’re hungry just… feed on me, alright?”

“R-Right.” For a moment, a both vulnerable and surprised expression washed over his handsome face—but it was gone before your memory could properly capture it, not to mention the darkness around you made that very difficult. He was so incredibly good at masking his feelings, that you longed to cuddle the shit out of him and tell him that it was all going to be okay. “Well… I’ve only just learned how wonderful it feels to have a choice and have your boundaries respected, all thanks to you. I’d actually prefer if you asked.”

So instead, you settled for wriggling yourself under the covers until he stirred.

“That’s… that’s good. That’s very good,” you whispered as you cuddled up to him even more.

“So? Can’t you sleep or are you just too excited until morning to see me again, love?”

You chuckled. “Your bed is more comfortable than mine.”

In the dark, it was hard to tell whether Astarion’s confusion was real or feigned. It was amusing nonetheless. “You will find that all the beds in this room are the same, pet.”

“No. No they aren’t. Mine doesn’t have you in it.”

“Oh… my cheeky little pup.”

Your chuckle turned into a childish giggle as a jolt of electricity rippled through you as if Gale had hit you with a lightning blast.

“You know exactly what you’re doing to me, don’t you?” you whispered.

Astarion hummed in response. “Well… yes. Though I have to admit I have never met anyone displaying their excitement as openly as you, darling.”

“I’ll make sure to never stop. Merry Christmas, Astarion.”

The vampire spawn sighed when you shuffled even closer and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek.

“Merry Christmas, love.”

A/N: And Merry Christmas to you all as well! ♥ I had to dedicate this year's Christmas Imagine to Astarion. I fell so hard for him thanks to Neil, it's insane. I hope you'll spend some lovely days with your loved ones! ♥

#astarion #astarion imagine #astarion x you #astarion x reader #astarion x tav #astarion fluff #astarion ancunin #astarion ancunin imagine #astarion ancunin x you #astarion ancunin x reader #astarion ancunin x tav #baldurs gate 3 #baldurs gate 3 imagine #neil newbon

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Jungkook: Why Not 🔞

In which Jungkook has you figured out. Dirty humor, mean and bratty- you're pretty much simply a bitch. So why are you crying over some scraped up knees and a dirty plushy?

Tags/Warnings: non-Idol AU, enemies to lovers, reader acts like she could kill but is actually a cinnamon roll, Jungkook just simply is a cinnamon roll, adult themes, fluff, romance, short!reader go cry about it, smut but very low-carb (handjob, cum in pants oops), slight DDLG-aspects/themes? Soft daddy/dom vibes from kook?

Length: longer than JKs Dick career

Additional Content: How So (Part 2)

A/N: have to post it shortened bc the longer version breaks the app :) have some fluff comfort after all that angst psycho shit I posted.

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It's not like Jungkook hates you. He really, honestly, doesn't.

In fact, he admires how honest you are, in a way. You seem comfortable with yourself, which shows in a healthy amount of confidence, no thought wasted on what people might think of your outfit or makeup. You're very expressive and creative, and you always work out solutions whenever everyone else would suggest simply giving up.

You're just.. too bold for him. He's not really interested in most things you discuss- which is often something lewd- and he also doesn't really share any interests with you. You're a miss know-it-all, you get dramatic if you don't get your way, and you manipulate people around you to even out your road ahead. You make demeaning jokes about yourself and you always put yourself down in a comedic manner- and he just doesn't like that. Even so, he still never casts you out, or ignores you. It's odd, because whenever you have one on one interactions, he can't help but feel like you're not the same as with others around. Just like right now.

You're currently all eating at a sushi place - you're sitting across from him, cleavage dangerously exposed, but he's got no right to be offended by it. In a way, he admires the way you seem to be so comfortable. But he can't help but notice the way you keep adjusting your top all the time, tugging and pulling constantly.

If it's making you so fidgety, why wear it? It irritates him a bit. He'll never understand why most girls choose fashion over comfort.

Your best friend Namjoon had told him before that you're actually not like this at all. That you're a great friend, caring and gentle and actually very fragile, and even a little shy and quiet when no one's around - however, Jungkook believes that's just your best friend trying to make you look good. You're totally fine the way you are - you're just too much for him personally. There's nothing wrong with that.

Just because he might not enjoy your personality, doesn't mean you have to change it.

But he doesn't question it, continues to eat and listen in on conversations, laughing along jokes and funny stories. He likes the energy of this. It's unforced, comfortable, easy. He's just about to continue eating, when he notices the glance you throw at his plate, something you've done a couple of times now, seemingly thinking about something, before looking away again, engaging in the conversation as if to distract yourself. "Do you want a piece?" He asks you as soon as there's a good moment, a bit more quiet as to not interrupt the current topic being discussed at the table.

You look at him, wide-eyed just for a second, before you shake your head. "It's fine. I'll maybe try it next time, though." You tell him with a smile. "Does it taste good?" You wonder, and he can't help but be amused. How come you can make straight-up dick-jokes at the dinner table, but you can't accept his offered food that you clearly got your eyes on?

"I don't know if my taste is the same as yours." He shrugs, watching as you chew on the inside of your lip now. "Let's trade, if that makes you feel better." He offers instead, and at that, you visibly perk up, eagerly putting a piece of yours on his plate to receive his.

You're.. kind of cute like this. Oddly so.

He watches without staring too much as you eat his gifted piece of sushi, clearly enjoying the taste of it as you swing your legs under the table a little. "This is good." You comment, making him nod with a smile before you both pay attention to the conversation again.

He doesn't really think much about the whole interaction afterwards.

It's not like it's anything special.

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"Ah, fuck." Namjoon curses, looking at his phone. "God, fuck. Yoongi I'm so sorry, I forgot I was supposed to drive with Y/N to her doctor's appointment today." He apologizes, making Jungkook look up from his phone.

"Is it something bad?" Yoongi asks, genuinely a bit concerned as Namjoon just seems unsure.

"We don't know, just a routine thing."He replies. "But you never know. And she's a little anxious, too. I wouldn't want her taking the bus or anything alone in that state." He explains, and everyone seems to agree that that's not a good idea. You're well known to not possess the most basic orientation skills sometimes - and with your head all over the place like this, it could just end with you getting hurt.

"What if I drive her real quick?" Jungkook offers casually, looking up from his phone from where he sits on the small sofa in Yoongi's studio. "You both can continue working, and I didn't have anything to do anyways." He shrugs.

"You know what, great idea." Yoongi chimes up.

"I'll.. text her. See if she's okay with that." Namjoon offers with a little hesitance, making Jungkook wonder how serious this appointment really is. Did you have any health troubles you'd been hiding? He's always been told to never judge a book by its cover. Maybe you were just putting on a tough mask to cover up what you thought was weakness?

Jungkook doesn't believe in that. You've always been this way ever since he'd met you.

"She said she's fine with it." Namjoon sighs after a moment, making Jungkook lock his phone and get up. "Here, let me at least bring you down." Namjoon offers, walking out the studio and towards the underground garage where Jungkook has his car parked. "Listen- can you do me a favor?" He wonders, and Jungkook nods.

"Sure." He says, opening the driver's door to throw his wallet into the back together with his jacket. "What is it?"

"Listen, it's a.. gynecologists' appointment." Namjoon says, quietly so, while Jungkook just.. stares, unable to quite grasp on why his friend would say it in a way that makes it seem as if the word is something you can't ever say out loud. So you're going to a specialist. So what? "It's her first time there. She's honestly terrified, so, if you could maybe go in with her and sit in the waiting room? Just, to keep her mind off of things." Namjoon carefully says.

Again, Jungkook just shrugs, before nodding. "Sure, no issue." He says, getting into the car. "I'll text you when she's back home then. You go up and help Yoongi." He says, before putting his phone into the holder, maps app opened to find where you're waiting.

He's a bit confused inside the car. With the way you're always talking, he'd been sure you would've been a regular at those places. Not because he thought you were a whore, God no, but he just believed until now that you'd be someone who's open and casual with it.

So why are you terrified of a simple doctor's visit?

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"You uhm.. really don't have to." You mumble quietly next to him, anxiously playing with your hands in your lap. You've been quiet the entire time, not really talking at all, and especially not looking at him. He's a little worried about that, wondering if you're maybe in pain, or really unwell in general to the point of changing your personality like this. "I know this must be weird for you." You say quietly.

"Not really, no. I went to one of these with my mom once, so its fine." He shrugs next to you, trying to maybe soothe your nerves by showing you that he's not at all weirded out or uncomfortable. To be honest, he's a bit surprised- because right now, the girl sitting next to him, isn't at all the girl he'd thought he had figured out.

However, he also assumes you might just be heavily uncomfortable with your health, which could add to you just behaving like you do right now. "You feeling okay? Should I ask them how long it's gonna be?" He asks, and you just shake your head.

"No, I can wait." You just say, trying hard to appear unbothered now. "Guess I'm just not really looking forward to a fifty-plus year-old digging around where the light doesn't reach, you know?" You attempt to joke as always, but Jungkook can spot the fakeness of it.

"Joon said it's your first time." He says, locking his phone now before putting it away.

"Son of a bitch." You curse under your breath, leaning back in your seat with your arms crossed and legs thrown forwards, heels hitting the floor. You look almost defensive now, as if he'd just insulted you. "Yeah, I didn't need to go until now." You shrug. "But my regular physician keeps bugging me to check some stuff out, and Joon has been bothering me about it too." You say. "Not like he's got anything to do with my vagina for that matter."

"Well, he worries." Jungkook shrugs next to you. "And if you've got health issues, you should always get them checked out for that matter. Could be nothing, could be something. I can understand him." He explains to you. "He cares a lot about you."

"hmhm." You affirm quietly, a bit distant now, staring at the tips of your shoes. "Joon has always been a really good friend." You say, and jungkook nods. Namjoon is the main connection between Jungkook and you- the older guy being somewhat of a brother to him, in a way. He really admired his friend a lot, for his achievements as well as his determination to always better himself. He can't deny that he never really quite understood your friendship with him- with you being so extremely different from him- but he never questioned either. "He's honest." You mumble out, and Jungkook has to agree.

"He is." Jungkook nods, though he feels like there's something more to it. He doesn't get to ask however, because your name is suddenly called- and you jump up, taking a deep breath. "Hey-" Jungkook asks, and you look down to where he sits, as he smiles encouragingly. "-You'll be fine." He promises, and you nod, before disappearing with the nurse into the examination room.

It doesn't take too long for you to emerge back out, a prescription written in front as he gets your coat and walks towards you to the counter. "If it gets any worse, just give us a call, alright?" The nurse asks, and you just quietly nod before you walk out with Jungkook trailing right behind you.

"Everything alright?" He asks, and you nod, though next to him in the car, you run your hands over your face.

"I don't ever wanna go there again." You groan, hands still hiding your face as Jungkook looks at you a bit concerned now.

"Did something happen?" He asks seriously, canceling his action of starting the car.

You take down your hands. "No. It was just.. weird." You say. "The questions were nasty. I don't know." You say quietly, and Jungkook can do nothing but start the car to drive you home. He wishes he could- but at the end of the day, this is something he can't and won't ever really understand fully. He hopes it's just the new experience freaking you out.

Parking in front of your apartment building, you really look a bit terrified now. No longer because of the appointment though- but because of the honestly world-ending rain hitting his car like it's trying to smash it flat into the concrete below. "Its really going hard outside now." Jungkook laughs, but you don't seem to be in a joking manner at all. "If you run you won't get wet."

"I don't want you to drive in this weather." You say meekly, barely able to be heard over the loud rain.

"I'll just wait until it's better." He waves off, looking at you drowned in the orange interior light of his car. You seem to think, before you turn to look at him, eyes reflecting the led lights all around like mirrors. You're really pretty, without all that makeup.

"You can come up? Just, it's cold, and if you leave the car running that's bad for the environment and you're also wasting gas-" you ramble, and he laughs, shutting down the car at that, before grabbing his keys.

"Alright." He shrugs. "If you're cool with that." He asks, and you nod after a moment. He chuckles a bit, before grabbing onto the door handle, still looking at you. "On three?" He asks, and your face lights up in playfulness.

"One?" You start, making him grin.

"Two.." he continues, making you smile as well, before you both pull on the handle.

"Three!"

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Your apartment is everything he did not expect.

"Sorry, it's a bit messy.." you say, taking off your shoes before you slip into the pink slippers close by. The coat hooks on the side of the entrance are cat shaped. The mat where the shoes are put is pink. And from what he can see, everything you have is bright, pastel colored, cute.

Almost innocently so.

You're right and wrong with it being messy, he notices as he walks into the apartment. It's small, but cozy- blankets and round plushies littering the couch close by, kitchen sink containing some dishes you didn't wash or didn't put away yet. It is a bit untidy, but not messy, in his eyes.

It just.. looks like his own apartment. Simply alive.

"Do you.. want tea?" You ask, quietly, and he nods as he walks closer to you in the open kitchen. "I.. have a lot of different flavors so.. just choose one you like." You explain, opening a cabinet that's basically all about tea. Different mugs, mostly animal designs, flower shaped coasters, sugar and many different brands and flavors of tea, boxes a bit unaligned. He pulls out a little baggy of the box that's the most empty, making you smile a bit shyly. "I like that one the most." You admit.

"I assumed. Might as well try it then." He shrugs casually, letting you boil the water while he looks around from his spot. "Your apartment is really nice." He comments.

"Thank you." You answer quietly, pouring the water into the two mugs. "Namjoon sometimes sleeps over because, according to him, my pull-out couch is more comfy than his own bed." You joke, and Jungkook laughs.

"That sounds like him." He nods, accepting the mug before you both walk towards said couch. "Granted, he sleeps on a mattress on the floor though." He tells you.

You laugh. "He's way too much of a cheapskate to buy a bedframe." You shake your head. "He could just buy it and pay it off monthly." You say.

"He could. But I guess we'll never know why he refuses to buy one." Jungkook answers, watching as you toe off your slippers to get more comfortable on the couch next to him- before you put the mug back on the small table, jumping up towards the windows, opening them. "Its still raining heavy." He says, and you nod, turning off the lights, streetlights of the city illuminating the room enough to still see, as you walk back on the couch, pulling a blanket over your shoulders. "What're you doing?" He chuckles when you put one over his shoulders as well.

"I like listening to the rain. And it smells nice." You say, wind blowing into the apartment. "And airing out is important too." You tell him, leaning your head against the backrest of the couch. He nods.

This is nice.

He'd never really thought of those aspects of rain, has always just seen it as bad. It's already slowly stopping to rain so hard, now just a soft mist, but you're right. It smells nice, not like the usual faint city smog, but clean, and fresh. The air might be cold, icy on the tip of his nose, but its also refreshing, calming.

"This is nice." He comments before he turns, noticing a bit of weight on his back. You're asleep, resting against his back, and he uses this moment to look at you a bit.

Maybe Namjoon had been right, he thinks as he adjusts you to lay your head on his thigh, tucking your blanket in around you.

Maybe you're not who he thought you were.

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"What do you mean you were inside her apartment?" Namjoon asks, visibly surprised as he puts down his chopsticks for a moment. "She let you inside?"

"It was raining hard, didn't want to let me drive home, so I had some tea at hers and left later. She fell asleep anyways, she was pretty beat, so I left a note and drove home after closing her windows." Jungkook casually explains, continuing his lunch across his friend.

"You do know she doesn't even let her own mother visit, right?" Namjoon asks, and Jungkook shakes his head.

"No, how would I know?" He says. "From how she acts and speaks, I thought she'd have regular visitors." He says, scooping up some rice as his friend across shakes his head.

"No. She hates visitors. She doesn't even open for the mailman." Namjoon says. "Her apartment is her safety zone. I'm surprised she let you in." He shrugs.

"Maybe you just don't know her that well." Jungkook teases his friend.

"You simply don't know her at all, Jungkook." He says. "Listen.. I, don't know how to say this.. " he starts, and Jungkook raises his brow in confusion.

"I'm not gonna fuck her, if that's what you're worried about." He says, and Namjoon runs a hand over his face.

"Thats.. that wasn't something I was worried about until you mentioned it actually." He mumbles. "So yeah. Don't do that please. And also, don't.. just, don't get too close to her. In general."

"Why?" Jungkook wonders honestly now. "Joon, she's not gonna break my heart or something. I'm an adult man, not a lovesick boy going through puberty. She's not even my type." He laughs.

"Jungkook, I'm serious." The older guy says, picking his chopsticks back up. "Just.. leave it as it is right now."

"What're you worried about?" Jungkook wants to know, finishing his meal as he wipes his hands clean. "You seem so serious about this."

"Because I am." He underlines again. "I told you before, she's not who she pretends she is." He reminds the younger, who leans back, arms crossed.

"What, is she a criminal?" He wonders. "Sells drugs? Owns guns? Criminal record?"

"Theres things I won't tell you cause that's not my right." Namjoon explains. "You're a good guy, I know that, she knows that. But if you get too close, she'll just get attached again." He sighs.

"And?" Jungkook clicks his tongue. "Nothing wrong with that. We're attached too. That's what friendships are. Attachments."

"I meant it as in, more than that." Namjoon mumbles in a somber tone.

"Oh." Jungkook realizes. "I.. don't think I'm her type anyways." He laughs it off, but Namjoon doesn't seem convinced.

"Just.. keep your distance." He warns. "Its for the best."

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Namjoon doesn't tell him anything about you since that day.

You don't seem to hang out with everybody as much, and he himself hasn't seen you in what's been weeks now. Everytime he checks on you via your best friend, all he gets is a short answer that's way too vague to be the actual truth. Jungkook isn't sure why he's so interested in the first place. Maybe it's that small tiny glimpse of you that you've shown him, let him taste, before disappearing from his radar.

It bothers him, mainly because he feels like Namjoon has made him out to be the bad guy that's going to break your heart it seems. He's never given a clear reason why. He's never done anything wrong.

But its not like you've vanished into thin air, and because of pure luck, he spots you in a store he's visiting quite often, crouched down at the plushy-section. He almost didn't recognize you, pastel pink bucket hat and facemask hiding you pretty well- but for some reason, he still somehow knows it's you.

You seem to struggle between buying one or the other, holding both as you glance from one of the plush toys to the other.

"Tough decision, hm?" He asks, careful not to startle you but he still does, the seemingly sudden attack of his voice sending you straight onto your butt from your squatting position. "Sorry, I didn't mean to spook you like that." He chuckles, helping you up and standing.

"No worries. I didn't pay attention." You say, while you hold onto the still packaged stuffed animals. "And uh.. yeah. I was thinking of taking, you know, maybe one." You mumble more or less. "Both are too expensive."

"Yeah, they price these pretty high in my opinion." He affirms, poking one of the plastic bags you're holding. "What's so special about these?" He wonders, and your eyes suddenly grow bigger, hands squishing the thing eagerly.

"They're squishy, and soft!" You explain to him eagerly. "Try it! They're like, I don't know, stress balls or something!" You say, and he does as you say, pulling and pressing down on the round purple creature.

"Hm yeah okay, I can see where you're coming from." He nods, charmed by your cute enthusiasm over the toy. "So, which one you taking?"

"I.. like the color of this one, and its a shark, but the other one is a chicken and cute too.. like, look at those little wings.." you complain, pulling on said wings a bit before you look down. "I don't know."

"Why not buy both and just.. skip out on buying any next month?" He wonders. "Treat yourself. For being brave at the doc's." He chuckles, and you start to fidget on the spot a little.

"They're too expensive." You reason. "If I buy both, I won't have enough money to buy proper groceries next week, and Joon has been bugging me about not eating frozen foods all the time.." you complain.

"Well, he's right, that's not exactly healthy." Jungkook agrees, before taking the chicken from you and turning it to see the price tag. "Its alright. Let me buy it then." He shrugs.

"You- no, you really don't have to." You say.

"I know." He smiles. "But I want to."

You don't say anything. You're not sure Jungkook is aware of what he's doing, supporting your bad habit of buying 'kid's stuff' as Namjoon scolds you constantly. Walking towards checkout, you can't help but wonder. "Did you and Joon fight?" You ask, and Jungkook shrugs.

"Not sure, honestly." He admits. "He's.. I guess he doesn't trust me with you."

"What does you mean?" You wonder in a serious manner, careful to make sure the line keeps moving as you walk next to him towards the cash registers.

"Thats what I'm wondering." He says. "Namjoon seems pretty protective over you. I don't know, usually I'd say he's got the hots for you, but he's with Jin, so that can't be the reason." He tells you, before walking closer to the busy cashier.

"As if anyone's got the hots for me but fourty-plus year old men." You scoff.

"Hey now, don't do that." He clicks his tongue. "I bet most guys are just- intimidated by you. You know." He shrugs, waiting in line next to you with the round chicken plush tucked under his arm. "I know I was."

"Was?" You wonder, and he laughs down at you, his smile almost blinding.

"Yeah, definitely past tense." He jokes. "Now I just think you're cute."

You want to question that further. Suddenly, it's your turn, but Jungkook walks right behind you, pulls out his credit card way before you can grab your wallet, pays for both the stuffed animals and walks you out the store.

"How'd you get here?" He wonders, as you both walk outside.

"Bus." You answer, and he nods.

"You want me to drive you home?" He asks. "I don't mind, it's on the way for me."

"Jungkook.." you suddenly say, voice trembling a little as you stand in front of him at the side of the parking lot. "I.. appreciate your kindness but, uhm.. please don't." You say, and he's a bit taken aback by it.

"Did I do something wrong?" He wonders. "If I came off too strong, I apologize. Really didn't mean to."

"Its just that.. I'm kind of tired getting friendzoned." You laugh bitterly. "Its kind of old at this point. Seeing everyone be nice to you and then move on once they've found their special someone."

"Thats.." he starts, brows all scrunched up as he stands in front of you. "You're not some part-time activity." He explains honestly to you. "I'm not being nice to you to fight my boredom or anything like that. And you're definitely not friendzoned." He chuckles a little.

"I'm always friendzoned." You scoff. "I'm just everyone's little sister, or the lewd one that's always up for a random call when the date doesn't show up." You argue.

"Well, here's the thing." Jungkook tells you, gently uncrossing your arms before placing the two round plushies in each, respectively. "I really don't care what's made you build up that tough mean-girl persona you've created. But I'd like to get to know the girl that's looking at me right now, just like this." He grins, tapping the underside of your chin teasingly. "You're teasing me with those glimpses of you every now and then. I want to know more, if you'd let me."

"That 'me' is boring." You say. "She's childish."

"I've thrown a tamper tantrum before." He shrugs.

"She's stupid." You tell him, but he shakes his head.

"I doubt that. We all got brain-farts every now and then." He crosses his arms, amused smirk on his face at your attempts to drive him away.

"She's cries over Disney movies." You try, and he laughs.

"Hey come on, everyone cries over the fox and the hound!" He simply defends, and you sigh, almost annoyed.

"Jungkook you say all that right now as if it won't end with me hopelessly falling in love with you, while you're gonna leave me behind because 'you're sorry but you've met someone and you're a great friend but nothing more'!" You complain.

"You won't even try and let me love you." He softly says, and you're a little shocked at how easy he says the for you dreaded 'L'-word. It's a big word. A heavy one. "I can't stand here and promise you that I'll fall in love with you, because first and foremost, I don't know you. And you don't know me either." He explains. "But that's something we can change. You just have to let me in."

"And you don't have to let me in?" You try and jab at him, making him laugh.

"I don't have to let you in." He simply says. "You've been seeing who I am the whole time. I'm not hiding anything." He shrugs.

"..." you pull the two stuffed animals a bit closer to yourself, plastic crinkling in your arms before you speak. "What if you don't like who I am?" You wonder quietly.

"Then at least we tried." He offers. "Life is scary. Meeting new people is scary. Letting people go is scary." He softly explains. "But if you just hide away from those things, you'll also miss out on opportunities to experience something great. Meet someone special. Or create a memory you'll never forget."

"So you're saying you already know you won't like me?" You say, now just being stubborn to see what he does.

"Stop putting words into my mouth you brat." Be laughs. "I don't like the 'you' that you force yourself to be. I know that for sure." Jungkook tells you, grabbing his car keys from his pant pocket. "But I feel like I'm gonna like this you that's right in front of me right now a lot."

He speaks bold, appears honest. You're still not sure if you trust him. And namjoon had told you to really keep him at distance, stay on high alert of anything.

But somehow, he's caught you, sticky like honey already staining your skin.

And you've always had a sweet tooth.

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It kind of feels like sneaking around.

Even though right now, you're doing nothing naughty at all, not even remotely. Jungkook is simply helping you cook, watches the pizza in the oven before he puts the mitts to the side. "You got a timer set?" He wonders, and you nod.

"I've got it to the full time for now, let's hope we don't forget the check every now and then." You say, and he nods, walking into the living room with you. The smell of food is already slowly invading your space, and you open a window to make sure it airs out before you'll go to bed later.

He's staying over. You're surprisingly calm about it.

On the couch, he's looking at you from the side. "What?" You wonder, and he shrugs.

"I'm just wondering." He says. "Why do you act so differently around others?"

"Because everyone walks over you when you're soft." You explain, pulling your legs closer to yourself next to him. "No one takes you seriously. You're just the quiet girl and nothing interesting. No one cares." You mumble.

Jungkook wants to tell you that's not true, but he knows that he'd be wrong. It's sad that soft hearts get put in a hard shell because of what most people think should be an admirable personality. Someone strong doesn't have to be someone who's always bold and loud.

When his fingers find your knee, you stiffen. It makes him question out loud what he's been having on the tip of his tongue for a while now, ever since arriving at your place. "Am I making you uncomfortable?" He wonders, and you shake your head- before shrugging, unsure. "You're a bit confusing. In a way, cause you seem like you want me close, but when I am, you start to look all cornered, just like now." He wonders.

"Yeah well.. when a guy touches me, it's always been just for that." You say. "You know. Sex."

His face becomes serious. You notice quickly how that sounded.

"Nothing bad ever happened! Not really." You admit. "But it's.. I guess I should've told you right from the start. So you won't get your hopes up." You sigh. "I don't.. want to have sex."

"Okay." He says. "Neither do I right now. I just want to touch you. Nothing else."

"Yeah no, I mean it as in- not right now, probably not anytime soon, maybe never?" You ask more or less. "I've.. never had sex before. And at this point it feels like I've just passed all the opportunities to have it with anybody."

"Do you dislike the thought of it?" He wonders. "What's making you uncomfortable about it?"

"I.. guess I'm scared it'll be awkward?" You say, wiggling your feet a bit. "What if I don't like something, for example? Or if I make a weird sound, or, I don't know, don't cum or you don't cum and then it's all wasted time and just awkward.." you try and explain.

"You're intimidated by it." He sums it up for you, and you nod. "Thats fine. First's are scary, no matter what kind."

"I'm an adult." You conquer. He laughs.

"I'm one too, and I'm still freaked out by shit!" He laughs. "But, to get back to the topic, I'm okay with that."

"Okay with not having sex?" You wonder, and he nods.

"I mean, I get it's important for most people, and I like the intimacy of it, yeah. But it's not a necessity." He shrugs. "I can jerk myself off just fine."

You deflate a little, both because you feel more calm now, but also because you don't know how to tell him you might be interested in the entire topic. But it seems like he can read minds.

"We can also, you know, ease into it." He offers. "Doesn't have to be all hard-core bondage first time." Jungkook laughs. "You okay with this whole discussion?" He gently asks, and you nod.

You're weirdly alright with it.

"So let's like- what do you like?" He wonders. "As in, when you masturbate, what's something you enjoy?"

You cringe a bit. He laughs. You're cute.

"I.. uh.." you stammer, voice a lot more quiet now. "I've got like, a vibrator? That's nice." You shrug. "Other than that, uhm, just my hand. You know. Basic stuff."

Jungkook nods. "Ever put something in?"

"It.. uh. Dunno. Never really came from it alone." You say. "Which is also why I think sex with me is gonna be weird because I've never really gotten myself off on just that." You say.

"Doesn't mean anything." He shakes his head. "The mood, foreplay, all of that makes a huge difference. That and the fact that someone else is doing it. I remember my first handjob I got. It was weird as fuck, even though technically I should've been used to it." He laughs. "I think what personally scared me most was just being naked I guess." He offers some past fears of his own.

You nod at that. "Same."

"You're pretty tough." He smiles. "I'm not just saying that. I think you're pretty, with clothes and without as well." He flirts.

"I'm still not having sex with you." You defend yourself, and he shrugs, smiling still.

"I know." He tells you. "I'm still fine with that."

It's quiet for a moment, until you speak up again. You're not sure why you're bringing it up again when you could've just let it go, because clearly you've always been against the idea of having sex with someone. But with Jungkook, for some reason, it's so easy to talk about all of this.

"I.. you said you'd ease into it " you mumble quietly. He nods. "How?"

"I could just jerk you off." He shrugs. "Simple hand job. Clothes can stay on."

"And then?" You wonder.

"Then what?" He chuckles. "The you'll know if you like someone else doing something like that for you." He offers.

"What if I'll fall in love with you then?" You quietly ask, and he impishly smiles.

"Then I've done one he'll of a good job." He jokes, before looking at you more seriously. "In all seriousness though. I wouldn't mind you falling in love with me."

"I can tell." You say, looking away. "You're easy to love."

"Thank you." He offers. "You're very easy to fall in love with too."

"That makes no sense." You roll your eyes. "Love and lust aren't the same. You just want to screw me."

"Do I?" He raises his brows. "Can't lie and say you're not physically attractive to me. But I stand by what I said. If you don't want sex, I won't ask for it."

"You'll just end up leaving me for someone who wants it." You bitterly laugh. He doesn't look happy.

"No." He says. "Okay, do you want be with me? Emotionally, I mean?" He asks you, and you look at him wide eyes. "Yes, I'm asking you out here."

"I-" you stammer, caught off guard. "Yeah?"

"Is that a question or an answer?" He teases, making you whine.

"Maybe? Yes?" You try again, but he just shakes his head.

"Alright." He simply answers. "I'll go look, see if the pizza is burned yet. You calm down, I think I've riled you up enough." He laughs, hand on your shoulder for just a second before he leaves you to yourself, giving you some breathing room.

It gives you time to think.

You like him. He's a nice guy, good looking too, and he seems honest about his intentions. You don't love him yet, but its clear that he's easy to fall in love with. But isn't love a requirement to start a relationship? Can you just get together and then fall in love?

You're not sure. But you also want to find out.

So when he emerges from your kitchen, you call out to him. "I want to." You say, and he looks at you wide eyed for just a moment, before he seems to realize what you're talking about. "I.. wanna be with you." You say.

And he smiles, grins brightly, like a kid just being offered a trip to Disney world.

"Okay."

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"Everything alright?" He chuckles, voice breaking the silence in the darkened living room. "I can hear you creeping around."

It's true, you've been trying to keep quiet because you really don't know how to ask this. It's been bugging you for hours now, there's no way it seems you'll be able to fall asleep without at least attempting to solve this issue. But how do you ask for it?

He'd asked you out. You're together now, right?

"I- uh.." you wonder quietly, navigating slowly towards the pull-out couch where he's laying on. "Just wanted to see if everything's alright." You chicken out last moment, and he laughs softly.

"I'm alive and well." He answers you, before he throws back one side of the blankets, patting the spot next to him. "You wanna sleep here?" He wonders, and you sigh.

"How come you know that?" You almost whine, walking closer before you crawl underneath the warmed up blankets he'd been resting under. "Thanks." You say, but he shakes his head.

"No problem. You can come closer, too." He tells you more quietly now that you're already laying next to him.

It takes a moment for you. You're not sure how close you want to get, how close he will let you- so you slowly scoot forwards, inching closer like a scared animal before you finally settle with your head on the inside of his shoulder, arm over his middle. "Is that okay?" You wonder. He nods.

"Definitely." He answers. "Do you cuddle a lot?" He wonders, and you shake your head.

"I've not.. cuddled with anybody since I was a child." You admit. "So I.. jungkook, I'm gonna need a lot of help for this." You confess quietly. "I don't know how this works. How I'm supposed to act, what I'm supposed to do. I don't know what's right and what's not."

"Thats fine." He reassures you.

It's a little silent after that. You don't know what to say, how to ask. Isn't it weird now? Won't you move too fast? "What's going on in there." He teases, finger flicking your head rather gently. You move around a little uncomfortably. He notices right away. "Not good? You can go back to your bed if it's not comfortable." He offers.

"I don't know.." you say, unsure how to put it in words. "..I'm still thinking about what you said. Earlier." You mumble.

"What exactly?" He wonders quietly.

"The uhm.. you know. Sex part." You stammer out.

"I really don't need it." He chuckles. "Might be hard to grasp but if you don't want it I won't bother you with it."

"I want to." You say. It's dead quiet for a moment before you continue. "Like.. how you said. You know, start small, and all that." Tou explain.

"Okay." He answers after a moment. "Right now?" He asks. You nod.

"I just.. don't know what to do. And I didn't shave- oh God okay no maybe some other day then-" you ramble, he laughs.

"Who cares if you shave?" He jokes easily. "Its fine by me. I don't mind it." He tells you.

"You're weird." You cringe a bit. "Guys don't like that-"

"Maybe you've just met idiots then." He shrugs. "I'm honest here. I don't care if you shave or not. You could dye that hair downstairs pink, who am I to tell you what your body has to look like?" He scoffs playfully, making you laugh a little.

This is why you like him. He's easy. Simple. Comfortable.

"Do you want me to use something? Or just my hand?" He wonders quietly, and you just shrug.

"I wanna.. you know. Know if I like what you do." You offer, and he hums an affirmative reply at that, hand under the covers feeling for your thigh.

"You can stop me at any time." He almost whispers. "It won't be awkward, I promise." He assures, and you nod, letting his palm explore under the covers. You're not sure if he's careful or just plain teasing- but most of all, it's strangely exciting.

He moves you a bit, pulls you closer, eyes searching for ant signs of discomfort. "Jungkook..?" You ask quietly, and he chuckles a bit before nodding. "..can you uhm.. maybe kiss me?" You wonder, and there's no reaction for a moment, until he moves again, adjusts himself so he can properly angle himself, lips meeting yours carefully so.

The first one feels weird. You're unsure. You lift your head in a moment if bravery to try again, and it gets more comfortable.

It's nice.

He seems amused, but not at you - more at the fact that you're a lot more independent than you might've thought you'd be in a situation like this.

You're leading him. You're probably not aware, but your body language and responses all speak clearly to him about what you enjoy and what you don't. At first, he stops any advances, but you whine for him to continue. "Just.. cold hands."

"Sorry." He chuckles. "My fingers are pretty cold sometimes." He jokes. You nod, breathing a bit heavier now as soon as his hands warm up, slowly traveling underneath your underwear, middle finger easily finding your most sensitive spot. "Feeling good?" He wonders, and you nod, squirming around a bit.

"More." You ask, moving around a little, seemingly unsure where to put your limbs. He's doing it very differently from how you'd do it- but it's nice. He's making you feel good, not just in lust, but also in general.

There really isn't anything weird about it.

Or maybe your brain is just a bit foggy.

You want to stop him suddenly, feeling too sensitive, and he does halter his movements to check in with you. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"Weird. Sensitive- I.. don't know." You say. "I feel like I'm gonna pee or something." You say.

"Have you ever had an orgasm before?" He wonders, and you suddenly think. Have you? You're not sure.

"I.. don't know." You say.

"Hm." He cocks his head to the side a little, amused look on his face. "Lets see then." He almost challenges, resuming his activities, making you squirm yet again as you feel like something might be happening. Your back arches, and suddenly, you're not sure why you can't help but gasp out, his movements perfectly stable as pleasure rolls over you in waves. "There we go." He laughs, watching as you slowly come back down.

"Thank you.." you say breathlessly, before cringing at the sight of his glistening hand. "Uhm.. do you want me to do something too.?"

"It's okay." He says. "I've enjoyed watching you. That's enough." Jungkook chuckles, before pulling back the covers. "No, clean up. I gotta wash my hand and change too." He laughs, slapping your thigh with his clean hand.

"Change?" You wonder, standing up and cringing at the slippery feeling between your legs.

"I told you." He laughs, and only now do you notice a wet spot on his sweatpants as he'd turned on the lights. "I really enjoyed myself as well."

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He's warm.

His arm lays heavy over your body, breathing soft and barely noticeable on the skin of your neck. Jungkook has slept close to you the entire night, didn't mind when you stole the blanket from him it seems. He's holding onto you, face clear of any worry, no muscle tensed as he sleeps.

He slowly seems to wake up, pulls you closer for a moment as he stretches his limbs and back, before his tired eyes open. "Hey." He greets with a raspy voice.

"Hey." You quietly greet back. He chuckles.

"How do you feel?" He wonders, pulling you closer with a sleepy grin.

"Good. Happy." You say.

"In love?" He wonders.

You nod.

And he smiles, brighter than the sun already high up in the sky outside your window.

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𝐸𝒱𝐸𝑅𝒴 𝒮𝐸𝒜𝒮𝒪𝒩-𝒞𝐻𝑅𝐼𝒮 𝒮𝒯𝒰𝑅𝒩𝐼𝒪𝐿𝒪

𝕤𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪 Y/N and Chris enjoy their usual fall fair tradition, but this time, Chris confesses he feels more than friendship.

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The golden light of autumn cast a warm glow across the small town as fallen leaves rustled on the sidewalk, painting the streets in hues of red, orange, and yellow. Y/N walked through the park, bundling up tighter against the crisp air. The promise of hot cider and pumpkin spiced everything lingered in the air, filling her with the comfort only fall could bring. She took a sip from her thermos, savoring the warmth that flowed down her throat, and glanced up at the scattered clouds glowing in the evening sunlight.

The fall fair was in town, which meant laughter, the sound of carnival games, and the smell of cinnamon sugar drifting across the park. She was headed to meet Chris, her friend of nearly a year. They'd met through mutual friends, but it had only taken a few conversations for her to feel an instant connection to him. He had that playful, open personality that put everyone around him at ease and drew Y/N in like a magnet. Despite herself, she had developed feelings for him, but she had tried to keep them hidden.

Today was one of their “tradition days,” as they called them. Every few weekends, they’d pick something fun to do like go thrifting, try to bake a new recipe, watch terrible horror movies together. Today, Chris had suggested they go to the fair, and she hadn’t been able to resist the idea of strolling around with him, cozy sweaters and all.

“There you are!” Chris’s voice broke her out of her thoughts as she looked up to see him jogging over, his lopsided grin lighting up his face. His caramel-brown hair was tousled, and his cheeks were a bit flushed, either from the cold or from excitement, she wasn’t sure which.

“You’re late,” she teased, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh, come on, I’m not that late. Just a little bit,” he replied, shoving his hands into his hoodie pocket. “Besides, I had to make sure I looked good. Couldn’t let my best friend down.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, even though her heart did a little flip at his words. Best friend, she reminded herself. That’s all they were, even if sometimes, when he looked at her a certain way, she felt there might be more.

“You think you look good?” she said, feigning doubt as she smirked up at him.

“I know I do!” He laughed, nudging her with his shoulder as they started walking toward the fair. “And you…you look amazing.” He glanced at her, his eyes soft and genuine.

A light blush crept up her cheeks, and she smiled shyly. “Thanks, Chris.”

They strolled through the rows of booths, trying different games and laughing every time one of them failed spectacularly. Chris had a knack for making anything fun, whether it was a test of skill or pure luck. He tried his hand at the ring toss, failing miserably as he missed nearly every bottle.

“Hey, it’s rigged!” he protested, but his grin was wide.

“Oh, is it? Or are you just bad at it?” she challenged, stifling a giggle.

“Oh, yeah? Let’s see you do it then,” he challenged, stepping back and motioning for her to try.

Y/N picked up a ring and tossed it, trying her best to aim carefully. But like Chris, her ring bounced off and missed by inches. They both burst into laughter, shaking their heads at their terrible luck.

“I guess we’re just equally bad,” she admitted, shrugging.

“Hey, I’ll take ‘equally bad’ with you any day,” he said, giving her a smile that made her heart skip a beat.

The sun was setting, casting a warm, orange light across the fairgrounds as they wandered to the food stalls. They grabbed hot apple cider and warm, cinnamon sugar doughnuts, eating and laughing as they made their way to the Ferris wheel.

“Want to go up?” Chris asked, nodding toward the ride.

“Sure!” she agreed, feeling a little flutter of excitement. She hadn’t been on a Ferris wheel in ages, and something about going up into the autumn sky with Chris made her heart race.

As they climbed into their small carriage and began to rise into the sky, Chris leaned over the side, looking down at the fairgrounds below. His face was lit up with excitement, but he seemed to sense her hesitation and reached over to squeeze her hand. “You okay?”

“Yeah, you know, heights,” she admitted, trying to keep her nerves in check.

“You’re safe with me,” he said, his voice softening as he gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

The lights of the fair sparkled below them, and for a moment, it was like they were the only two people in the world. She glanced at him and caught him looking at her, a thoughtful look in his eyes.

“What?” she asked, feeling self conscious under his gaze.

“I was just thinking,” he murmured, “how lucky I am to have you as my friend.”

Her heart sank a little at the word friend, but she forced herself to smile. “Same here, Chris. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

As they sat in comfortable silence, Chris suddenly let out a breath. “Hey, Y/N…I’ve been meaning to tell you something.”

She looked at him, surprised by his serious tone. “Yeah?”

“Well, it’s just” He rubbed the back of his neck, seeming uncharacteristically nervous. “You’re, like, my favorite person. And I don’t want to mess anything up between us, but…”

“But?” Her heart raced as she waited, her hands clenched together.

“But I’ve been thinking that maybe…maybe I feel something more.” His voice was barely a whisper as he looked down, as if he couldn’t bear to look at her.

Her heart leaped, but she tried to keep her voice steady. “You do?”

He looked up, his eyes full of vulnerability and a bit of hope. “Yeah. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want to lose our friendship. But I couldn’t keep it to myself anymore.”

A wide smile spread across her face as relief washed over her. “Chris I feel the same way. I have for a while.”

For a moment, they just looked at each other, both of them processing the unexpected turn their friendship had taken. The Ferris wheel stopped at the very top, and without thinking, Chris leaned in and gently brushed his lips against hers.

It was a soft, tender kiss, full of all the unsaid feelings they had both been holding back. When they finally pulled away, he rested his forehead against hers, grinning like a kid who’d just won the biggest prize at the fair.

“Best tradition day ever,” he whispered, making her laugh softly.

The Ferris wheel started moving again, taking them back down to the fairground. But now, everything felt different. They walked hand in hand, both of them a little shy and nervous, but giddy with the knowledge that they were finally more than just friends.

The rest of the evening was a blur of laughter, teasing, and shared smiles. Chris held her close as they wandered through the fair, stopping at every game, every snack stand, and every attraction they could find, as if neither of them wanted the night to end.

When it was time to go, Chris walked her home, their fingers intertwined as they talked about everything and nothing. The stars sparkled above them, and the crisp autumn air seemed to hum with possibility.

As they reached her door, he paused, turning to look at her with a warm smile. “So…are we, like, official now?” he asked, a hint of playful nervousness in his voice.

She grinned. “I’d say so.”

“Good,” he said, leaning down to give her another gentle kiss. “Because I plan on taking you to every fair, every season, every single year from now on. Deal?”

“Deal,” she replied, feeling her heart swell with happiness.

And as he walked away, looking back to wave one last time, Y/N felt a warmth in her chest that she knew would stay with her through every season yet to come.

#chris sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo #chris sturiolo fanfic #christopher sturniolo #sturniolo #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo fluff

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sqquidzz · 1 year ago

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How would the Armed Detective Agency react to you complimenting them? Pt. 1

Includes: Atsushi, Ranpo, Kyouka, Kenji

A/N: Hello readers! I kinda made up this hc topic because I was dying to write but I didn't know what I should write about. So I hope you enjoy!

ATSUSHI:

Atsushi gets flustered easily at praise, always blushing with embarrassment and hiding his face

You find it cute how easy it is to make his face flush with red

Usually you praise him after he does a good job at work, on missions or even with paperwork

You especially love it when he beams as bright as the sun, saying thank you with such excitement that your heart melts

It feels like your job to protect Atsushi's innocence, even though he had been through so much, you wanted to make him smile as much as you could

Whenever you praise him, you also ruffle his choppy hair, just to see his cute pout as he whined about his messed up hair

Atsushi just makes you smile no matter what, he is a cinnamon roll 🩷

RANPO:

Whenever Ranpo recieves praise, he always takes the chance to boast about how he is the best detective in the world

When you praise him, you also offer him some candy, and Ranpo still can't figure out how you have candy on you 24/7

Usually, you praise him on doing well on cases, especially ones where Ranpo doesn't whine about how stupid the other people are

Ranpo also likes to make a competition out of it, especially with Yosano, on who got more praises from you

Your praise also cheers him up and makes him feel better about himself anytime he feels that he's not at his best or if there is a stressful crisis

You love to praise Ranpo just to see his face light up even more as he jumps up to tell everyone that he was praised by you

This guy def has a praise kink tbh

KYOUKA:

Kyouka was devoid of affection for most of her childhood, so her showing emotion is pretty rare

But whenever you praise her, you can see her face flush and she'll give you those wide puppy eyes that make your heart melt

You usually praise her for missions done well, but you also praise her for actually taking time to socialize even though she's very shy and has trust issues

You also like to pat her head when you praise her, making her flush even more and whisper to you to stop patting her head because she's so embarrased

After she gets over her embarrasment though, she gives you the sweetest smile and whispers out a thank you

You think Kyouka deserves all the love and care she can get from everyone she considers close to her

Idk how this gurl is so CUTE

KENJI:

Now Kenji is just a ball of sunshine really (I am ignoring that part in the manga if you manga readers know what I mean)

You love praising him just to see his face light up and how his energy bursts through the roof

It seems magical whenever Kenji is happy, and to make him as happy as he can be, you praise him on anything, whether it might be completing a mission or just giving you coffee just the way you like it

Sometime the other (aka Ranpo/Atsushi/Dazai) get jealous of how much you praise him

Just like Atsushi, you love to ruffle his hair and tell him how well he did on his mission or assignment

Kenji just laughs sweetly whenever you mess up his hair, making you let you a soft aww at how cute he is

I feel like Kenji is underrated, I love this kid sm ♥

#fluff #bsd atsushi #atsushi nakajima #atsushi fluff #bsd ranpo #ranpo edogawa #ranpo fluff #kyouka izumi #kyouka fluff #bsd kyouka #bsd kenji #kenji miyazawa #kenji fluff #so cute #aww #adorable #too cute #dazai mentioned #light smut on ranpo's part lol

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wonderfuldeath · 2 months ago

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.o| Bad Temptation : XIV |o.

Warnings : Violence, injury, graphic depictions, sex

Please, consider supporting me on Ko-Fi ! ♥

“- Elyzabeth. I need your help.”

The young witch looked up with eyes sparkling with curiosity at the new arrival in the store. Jimin seemed to be in the midst of a personal storm: sweaty hands, shifty eyes, he was on the verge of imploding. Elyzabeth gently pointed to one of the seats opposite her. The store was rather quiet today, enough for her to pour herself a cup of very sweet cinnamon tea. Jimin politely refused the cup despite the young woman's adorable pout, who didn't quite understand why but eventually let it go. Nevertheless, she offered him a cake. This time, Jimin accepted, biting into it with a kind of rage, before resuming his train of thought.

“- Min Yoongi is going to kill me.

- What did he do this time?

- You mean what didn't he do? No criticism, no inappropriate remarks, no uninvited intrusions into my home.

- Isn't that what you wanted?

- Yes, of course it is! But at the same time… It's weird, it's like he's up to something.”

Elyzabeth looked at him with a thin smile as Jimin dropped his head on the table with a sound of intense frustration. He was at his wits' end, overwhelmed by wedding preparations and the upcoming birth of Elyzabeth's baby. Taehyung had made the front page of the local and TV papers, and the news had already circled the globe three times. She was divorcing Heisukei, and Jung Hoseok was about to become a father, a real bombshell in both worlds. Not to mention Lysa, who had totally disappeared with Jungkook's son. It wasn't a great loss for Jimin, but he could sense that it was affecting Taehyung, eager to make his relationship work. Jungkook, on the other hand, was determined to find his son and raise him properly.

Elyzabeth remained silent, letting Jimin calm down before speaking in a softer voice than usual, playing with the liquid in her cup.

“- Maybe he knows something? Or maybe he's just giving you time to get your life back in order before coming to harass you again.

- Showing kindness? Never. Min Yoongi is a workaholic, with no feelings for anyone but himself.”

The words were harsh, and Jimin seemed to regret having uttered them. He'd always had a soft spot for Yoongi, which was obviously a secret only to him, who didn't seem to care. Jimin and Yoongi had met five years earlier, when Jimin was still a teenager. He had come across one of Yoongi's old records, and it was love at first sight. Jimin had fallen head over heels in love with the man, to the point of wanting to know everything about him: his life, his death, his business, his plans.

He'd always nurtured the somewhat lopsided hope that Yoongi would only have eyes for him. But Yoongi, a ghost in his own right, was absorbed in his work, and obviously, love had no place in his agenda.

A chuckle escaped Elyzabeth's lips. These two were soul mates made for each other, but she'd never spoken to them about it. It wasn't her role to upset their destiny, even if sometimes she felt like shaking them into finally opening their eyes.

“- Did you talk to her about it?

- No, I haven't. What do you want him to tell me anyway?

- Try to communicate a little more, both of you. You'll see, everything will be better.

- I don't know, he just… He never listens to me, and it always ends in a fight.”

Jimin looked desperate, his head rolling back onto the table. Elyzabeth sighed softly, stood up to stretch her back, and went to the back of the store. She returned with a pink-and-blue sachet, giving off a strong scent of tangerine and orange, which she handed to Jimin, a little lost.

“- Here, he ordered this two weeks ago and never came to pick it up.

- Do you want me to become his personal stooge?

- No, I don't want you to. I want you to make a gesture of kindness, and let a real conversation take place between the two of you.”

Jimin simply nodded, taking the bag with a sulky pout before leaving the store, not sure he'd gotten the help he'd hoped for. Elyzabeth sighed softly, picking up her cup of tea again and sniffing the sweet smell it gave off.

“- Elyzabeth, Heisukei will be here soon.

- I know, Grandma.”

-x-

Min Yoongi's home looked like a still-life setting, mixed with an idyllic scene: a natural waterfall flowed into a man-made lake surrounding the house. Jimin had never set foot in Min Yoongi's home, and it had to be said, it was a little confusing. The setting wasn't what you'd imagine for a rich man's home. It was a small villa with a balcony overlooking the city, plants drooping down the walls. It looked like the home of a woodland witch, if such things still existed. The scent of flowers relaxed him a little as he timidly rang the bell.

The door opened quickly, but Yoongi didn't appear. After a moment's hesitation, Jimin stepped inside, removing his shoes as the door closed behind him. Inside, the atmosphere resembled that of haunted houses in horror movies: dusty white sheets covered the furniture, the magnificent parquet floor seemed to date from another century, and Jimin felt very small.

“- Mister Min, are you there?”

No answer.

“- It's Jimin… I've got a cupcake delivery for you.”

He searched for a switch, or anything that might turn on the lights. His fingers slid along the rough walls when, suddenly, everything lit up. Yoongi appeared, book in hand, with a stern yet curious look on his face, surely wondering what Jimin was doing at home.

“- Didn't anyone ever teach you that you should never enter a haunted house?

- Not really…

- Well, now you know. It's not safe. You could get hurt.”

The concern in the rapper's eyes relaxed Jimin a little, who pretended to grumble as he held up the bag of sweets, eliciting only a slight eyebrow raise from Yoongi, whose stern look relaxed slightly.

“- Do the Ivanovichs do home deliveries now?

- No. I'm doing the mother-to-be a favor. I'm doing the mother-to-be a favor.

- So the rumors are true? Miss Ivanovich is pregnant?”

This didn't seem to surprise Yoongi, and Jimin placed the bag on the table. A heavy silence fell, and Yoongi, indifferent, plunged back into his book. Jimin, for his part, felt uneasy. Dealing with his feelings was difficult, but keeping them to himself was even more so. Finally, he nodded and made the most difficult decision of his life.

“- So, see you at the office?

- I'll see you there.

- Perfect.”

Yoongi arched an eyebrow as he watched him go. He pinched his thigh to punish himself for his stupidity. Acting detached was clearly not the best of seduction techniques. He had to restrain himself from catching up with him, just to smell his scent or touch his soft, warm skin. A sigh escaped his lips as he dropped his book without writing anything in it.

In another part of the mansion, a servant whispered to Yoongi:

“- Mister Min?

- Not now.

- Mister Jeon is waiting for you. All that's missing is you.”

Yoongi ran a hand through his hair before reaching a hidden door behind the dilapidated stairs. In the blink of an eye, he crossed the immense estate to take his seat at a table surrounded by his peers. Everyone was staring at the multicolored, previously faded crystal, which suddenly began to glow.

“- Gentlemen, we are entering a new era. The prophecy is about to come true.

- Is it not rather a curse?

- The stars will align perfectly on the day of the celebration of new vows between a vampire leader and a human.”

All eyes turned to Jungkook, who remained impassive.

“- I won't annul my marriage to Taehyung for such nonsense.

- So, why are we here?

- Lysa's been found. I need your help to get my son back.”

#bts #bts fanfiction #bts fanfic #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #min yoongi #park jimin #kim namjoon #kim seokjin #jung hoseok #bad temptation #yoonmin #taekook #fluff #love #jung hoseok x oc #elyzabeth ivanovich #hoseok x elyzabeth

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vicciouxs · 1 year ago

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tag game: bold the facts pt. V ! ☆

tagged by: @wldestluv-rs thank u sm nene 😭⚘

rules: tag people and name a character you want to know more about! If you want to let the person you tagged decide who to showcase, then don’t name a character and they can pick somebody. easy! the person who is tagged will then bold the remarks below which apply to their character &, if they want to, include a picture with their reply!

found the other parts: genji, knox, zephyra & pandora

[ PERSONAL]

$ Financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

✚ Medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged / non applicable

✪ Class or Caste: upper / middle / working / unsure / other

✔ Education: qualified / unqualified / studying / other )

✖ Criminal Record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but not caught yet / yes, but charges were dismissed

[ TRAITS + TENDENCIES ]

♦ extroverted / introverted / in between

♦ disorganized / organized / in between

♦ close minded / open-minded / in between

♦ calm / anxious / in between

♦ disagreeable / agreeable ( he's a cinnamon roll ) / in between

♦ cautious / reckless / in between

♦ patient ( he has more patient than years in the earth ) / impatient / in between

♦ outspoken / reserved / in between

♦ leader / follower / in between

♦ empathetic ( he knows suffering and pain, so when someone suffers it feels like their heart will break ) / vicious bastard / in between

♦ optimistic ( I was more pessimistic before ) / pessimistic / in between

♦ traditional / modern / in between

♦ hard-working ( everything he has is due to his effort, it is even a little difficult for him to trust others ) / lazy / in between

♦ cultured / uncultured / in between / unknown

♦ loyal / disloyal / unknown

♦ faithful / unfaithful / unknown

[ BELIEFS ]

★ Faith: monotheist / polytheist / atheist ( his relationship with god is complex ) / agnostic

☆ Belief in Ghosts or Spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✮ Belief in an Afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✯ Belief in Reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❃ Belief in Aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

✧ Religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious

❀ Philosophical: yes ( a little bit ) / no

[ ABILITIES ]

☠ Combat Skills: excellent ( has military training ) / good / moderate / poor / none

≡ Literacy Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✍ Artistic Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

✂ Technical Skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

[ HABITS ]

☕ Drinking Alcohol: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / Alcoholic

☁ Smoking: tried it / trying to quit / quit / never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / Chain-smoker

✿ Recreational Drugs: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / addict / quit ( he used to consume more before due to his trauma and military training, but he managed to go to rehab and leave it as it wasn't fully hooked either )

✌ Medicinal Drugs: never / no longer needs medication / some medication needed / frequently / to excess

☻ Unhealthy Food: never / special occasions / sometimes / frequently / binge eater

$ Splurge Spending: never / sometimes ( in music and records ) / frequently / shopaholic

♣ Gambling: never / rarely / sometimes / frequently / compulsive gambler

[ FAMILY ]

◒ Children: had a child or children / has no children / wants children ( wants to adopt )

◑ Relationship with Family: close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased

◔ Affiliation: orphaned / adopted ( he has been in many foster homes and even a reform school ) / disowned / raised by birth parents / not applicable

[ SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION ]

❤ Sexuality: heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual

❥ Sex: sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable / naive and clueless

♥ Romance: romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable / naive and clueless / romance suspicious

❣ Sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / not applicable

⚧ Potential Sexual Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

⚧ Potential Romantic Partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all

#Im addicted to this #I love elijah sm so I hope that with this u can know a little bit more of him #what do my oc have in common: traumas and a philosophical mind #he looks like he can kill you but is a cinnamon roll #and he is also one of my older ocs so I love him more #oc: elijah #oc tag game #tag game #oc extras #vinny.ocs

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coiled-dragon · 7 months ago

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That character ask game:

Randy and/or Renfield

Send a Character and I'll Answer!

Randy

1: sexuality headcanon: Bisexual! 2: otp: Benson x Randy ♥ 3: brotp: Ms Beard and Randy lmao 4: notp: idk dude im so easily swayed into ship ideas... 5: first headcanon that pops into my head: LOVES the beach 6: favorite line from this character:

Benson. I need to talk to you.

Also any instance of Randy saying Bensons name, I MIGHT make a video compilation tbh 7: one way in which I relate to this character: dgsfsdfh.... People pleasing doormat (formerly, at least) 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: Currently cannot think of anything dfhhdfhdhsdf 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?: Cinnamon roll. Did nothing wrong Ever.

Renfield

1: sexuality headcanon: bisexual also dsggfhdf... 2: otp: Dracfield ♥♥ 3: brotp: Renbecca ♥♥ 4: notp: Again not really against anything and easily swayed into other peoples' ships hahaha 5: first headcanon that pops into my head: Developed a taste for bugs to the point that even without needing to eat them, he will eat (dead) bugs in or as food (without Dracula health plan, eating live bugs can be more risky, alas) 6: favorite line from this character:

You were much smaller from back there

7: one way in which I relate to this character: SIGHS and looks at Randy and looks at Renfield and looks at myself. PUTTING OTHERS AHEAD OF ME IS A VERY DEFINING TRAIT 8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character: again cant think of anything that really stands out tbhhh 9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave? Problematic Cinnamon Roll ♥

#thank you!#ask #ask game #anonymous

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connorinabeanie · 2 years ago

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Leo for the ask game

♥!

Ooooh Leo~

1: sexuality headcanon

Leo is bi but I feel like he’s only dated women or feminine presenting people so far. Whether that’s because he can’t pick anyone else up or hasn’t tried, who knows lol.

2: otp

Someone who won’t take his nonsense, which unfortunately we don’t know anyone yet who would fit this role and who might be interested in him. There’s some really cute potential post-canon though, especially if he’s turning his life around and is learning from his mistakes like he seems he is; maybe he’d even end up with an android?

3: brotp

I really love the idea of Leo and Markus reconciling and being a literal brOTP. Leo would be so annoying and Markus would just begrudgingly tolerate him out of politeness but then they slowly bond and form a true ‘I hate you but no one else is allowed to look at you sideways’ sibling-type relationship.

4: notp

Markus; although I do see why people might ship this and the potential there, it’s very much not for me just because of their situation/how their relationship was to start off with. I think they’re just way better all around as a brOTP.

5: first headcanon that pops into my head

Leo owns so many beanies, but also so many scarves. He’s a scarf guy. A scarf and beanie guy. And he’s totally unabashed about it too, and may even switch beanies or scarves in the same day depending on his mood.

6: favorite line from this character

I really like his apology to Carl in the answering machine. It feels so sincere in both tone and words, especially the “It turns me into someone I hate” line. Very nice character moment and acting/writing in general.

7: one way in which I relate to this character

He absolutely doesn’t shy away from stating his issues clearly and upfront, which is something I’ve recently taken to doing and honestly it works really well if the person you’re talking to is willing to listen. It was no mystery at all what Leo’s real issues were, but unfortunately he was right in that it was easier for Carl to tell him to go away than to listen.

8: thing that gives me second hand embarrassment about this character

He has exactly zero chill like my dude you are a grown man, control yourself. I know it’s hard to actual judge early on since he’s on red ice but omg the little gestures he makes when he’s saying ‘I’m not perfect like this thing’ or whatever it was are just like stop.

9: cinnamon roll or problematic fave?

Yet another problematic fave, though I think he’s branded way more problematic than he is (though thankfully fandom opinion seems to be coming around on him.) I can’t believe I’ve had to see, with my own two eyes, people actually try to argue that Leo is a worse person than Todd like... wtf...

#detroit become human #ask and answer #dbh leo #leo manfred #leo is my poor little meow meow #I should think about him more than I do #and come up with more headcanons and such #because I do think he's a very interesting character #and one that shows a lot of growth #with very little screen time #and it's genuine growth too it seems!#not forced or like #oh you listened to my sob story guess I won't have you killed #TODD

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wearejericho · 2 years ago

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hello!!!! i think one of my favourite things about your human connor is the. not-liking-to-be-touched actually. it's interesting to see what sides of him you have picked out when giving him a human verse and the way you write it fits the character.... arc? character vibe? that you're going for really well!

//my human connor !!!!! god i love him so much. he's got a lot of personality to him, i'm sad i haven't been able to write him very much. also always a plus to be able to look at bryan dechart's beautiful face.

but yes i love him too. he's very smart, like incredibly smart, but he struggles a lot socially, mentally and even physically to an extent. he's imperfect and still somehow my cinnamon roll. he deserves more attention on this blog ♥♥♥

#always a big compliment coming from another connor writer #i'm very self-conscious about the way i write him so thank you thank you #my interpretations of these characters are different and i am still valid thank you for teaching me that #LOVE YOU CHERISH YOU #headcanon : connor

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naffeclipse · 2 years ago

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Honestly I’m so damnedly in love with your Cryptid Sightings story. The way the MC looks out for the duo with such *desperation* gets my heart hurting every damned time. When they surfaced out of the water and immediately started yelling for them as if THEY weren’t the one who almost died and watched someone else got killed, immediately concerned for THEM more than anything else. Without even knowing that they’re the very thing they’re hunting for, they at least DEFINITELY know they’re not organic, but the concern is so very real all the same.

And then Moon clearly readying himself for the worst case scenario, reminding them BOTH that the MC hates what they are (even if they don’t know it yet)… but STILL finds himself endeared. And meanwhile Sun is just trying to enjoy it while he can, hoping their secret just Never comes to light… GUH. My heart. The way you’ve built up their relationship is soooo good and I devour every moment. What I love so much… is that MC’s instincts get brought up so often, and it’s always with that ironic twinge that they’re MISSING the cryptid duo right next to them… BUT AT THE SAME TIME! They’re right!! And I really, really hope they look back at that later as a reason to reassert themself. I think that’d be a great callback.

I cannot be concise for my life but! This is all to say that I’m a huge fan and look forward to whatever else you have in store. Stay safe, lovely! 🌻

AHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!

Y/N is just a precious cinnamon roll who cares an awful lot. They're already so attached to their new friend. They can't stand the thought of them getting hurt ♥

Oh yes, I'm glad you picked up on the dialogue differences between the two in their head. Moon is very aware that Y/N is a cryptid hunter (though no less bewitched by them), where Sun is just a bit more in denial and prefers to enjoy their time together instead of dwelling on nasty thoughts like discovery and the consequences of that.

I thought you were very concise! Thank you for reading, babe! ♥

#cryptid sightings #compliments that make me cry (out of joy)

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years ago

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Jungkook: How so 🔞

In which Jungkook and you learn more about each other while also uncovering more about yourselves.

Tags/Warnings: non-Idol AU, enemies to lovers, reader learns to be a cinnamon roll, Jungkook just simply is a cinnamon roll, adult themes, fluff, romance, short!reader go cry about it, smut, mutual masturbation, oral, special guest star: mc's vibrator, angry namjoon, slight DDLG-aspects/themes? Soft daddy/dom vibes from kook? They're stronger this time ngl

Story length: 3.5k oops-

Belongs to: Why Not (🔞)

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"one." he counts, arms crossed menacingly as he stands at the foot of his bed, a bit of a distance away from where you're laying. You've been napping and been lazy all day- and while he doesn't mind, he's also come to learn it makes your head ache and your attitude cranky.

"two.." he draws the number out a little, and you're not sure what he thinks this whole act of counting down will do for you. You're not affected by that. You're not a kid after all. Your muscles aren't suddenly itching to move, absolutely not.

"how far are you gonna count?" you mumble into the pillows below, holding onto it as he doesn't have anything else to hug really.

"you wanna find out, princess?" he wonders darkly, and the way he says it sends a shiver down your spine.

Okay, maybe you're a little bit affected.

Just as he's about to admit defeat, you actually move, sitting up on the bed with your hair all unruly and loose shirt exposing your collarbone. He smiles a bit to himself.

He'd had somewhat of a hunch about you, and these days, those theories seem to prove themselves as correct. It both amuses him, and makes him happy at the same time, because you really are just his type beneath all that tough-girl persona you've put up in front of others.

"there we go. Wasn't so hard now, was it?" he chuckles, pulling you towards the edge of the bed by your ankles. "now come on, go wash up. You can't spend your days off only asleep, baby." he gently scolds, pecking your lips while you whine, making him laugh against your lips.

"but why not?" you complain. "your bed is comfy, and it's MY days off!" you reply, making him smack your naked thigh without much force.

"maybe, but you're spending them at MY apartment, in MY bed." he reminds you, slowly walking out the door. "now get up, I'm making breakfast!" he calls out, before you let yourself fall onto your back again as soon as he's out of sight.

It's not like he can boss you around.

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"Hm, no." he suddenly says, shocking you to the core.

You're aching, looking at him with eyes wide open while Jungkook detaches himself from you before he casually wipes his hand on his sweatpants, stealing your orgasm in the process. "you don't do what I say.." he shrugs, sitting back on the couch next to you. "So why should I?"

There's no words in your brain. You didnt think it would bite you back like this, not by a long shot. He's such a sweet guy, has been for the entire time you've known him- he wouldn't be so cruel now, would he?

"But-" you stammer, closing your legs bashfully. "Jungkook you can't be serious.." you say, though you don't know why this is strangely exciting to you. "you said that I'm, you know, that you'll-"

"That's still true." he nods. "I won't ever do something you don't want. You can say stop and I'll stop, easy as that. But that doesn't mean you get to play me, darling." he teases, tent clearly visible in his pants.

"So what? You gonna just sit there and wait?" you complain, arms crossed. He's clearly hard. There's no way he can just wait it out.

"No." he tilts his head, before his hand wanders. "I can cum by myself just fine." he smirks, leaning back as he palms himself over his sweatpants.

He can't be serious. You're not ready for that- or are you? It's strange, like a rollercoaster in your insides, going up and down at the sight of him. Your cunt aches, clenching around nothing- and even stranger, you want to see him.

Not like now- you want to see him.

"I won't touch you." he reminds you as he adjusts himself a little. "but you can touch yourself. Maybe you'll cum all by yourself?" be says with a joking tone, leaning his head to the side of the couch.

You've got an idea.

"but.. You can see me naked down there.." you argue. "I can't. Thats unfair if you ask me." you complain, making him laugh.

"Cheeky." he comments. "guess that's true." Jungkook shrugs, before he casually pulls down his pants and underwear like it's nothing, his length eagerly jumping free it seems.

Your head is suddenly empty, no thoughts running through.

You're not stupid. You've seen dicks before, you watch porn after all, but still- maybe it's because it's his? But something about it makes you rub your thighs against one another, an ache forming in your core.

"was about to ask if you're comfortable-" he chuckles. "-but I guess you're clearly okay with this?" he asks, and you nod, throwing all hesitancy out the window. You're okay, you've never been so okay with something before.

Your thighs slowly open, hand finding your most sensitive spot easily while he can't keep his eyes off of you, his own hand starting to stroke himself as well. "you know.." he softly says, watching while his breathing deepens. "..this is a first for me as well." be confesses, thumb running over the tip of his length, spreading the precum with wet noises.

You feel antsy.

It's clear that he knows his body perfectly, every movement of his palm bringing pleasure it seems, and you're watching, learning, because you wanna try doing it for him one day too. This is your chance of finding out what he likes.

"what're you thinking, hm?" he wonders breathlessly.

"wanna touch you." you whine, and his jaw clenches while he swallows.

"hm, really?" he asks, letting his cock go, self control setting in as he puts his hands to his side. "alright. Go ahead." be encourages.

You swallow, attempt to find a tissue or something to clean your hand, but he shakes his head. Don't you dare wipe that off, he thinks.

He's warm.

Thats the first thing you notice as your hand wraps around his length, fingers carefully exploring what he's got to offer. Every little glance you give him brings him closer to a heart attack he feels like as he let's his head fall back, eyes closed because your touch affects him more than he thought it would.

Until they snap open again, a surprised moan escaping his mouth as he feels what's unmistakably your tongue on his tip.

"Sorry-!" you apologise. "I should've asked too.." you say, and he laughs to himself.

"it's okay. I-" be looks at you. "I liked it. But give a man a earning next time, jesus." he laughs, relaxing you with that. You lean in again, just for the joke of it, but once your lips wrap around his head, it doesn't feel odd at all. In fact, it's kind of nice.

Meanwhile he's forcing together all of his strength not to cum down your throat.

You're dangerous he realizes as he watches you somehow figure out how to give him bead all by yourself- hands playing around, even shyly giving some attention to his balls while your tongue swirls over his tip.

It's all too much.

He can spot how you jump back a bit surprised, though as if by instinct you keep stroking him, watch as the ropes of cum spurt out and onto his sweatpants. There's some on your lips that you wipe off, though the slightly bitter taste on your tongue also doesn't feel too bad.

"Fuck." he laughs, catching his breath before he reaches out, hands opening your legs so his palm can find your core. Two fingers enter you again, the heel of his hand rubbing over your clit in a motion and speed that makes your head spin. "more- please!" you beg, cully at his mercy until you cum with spasming hips, hands on your mouth doing little to hide your screams of pleasure.

You're both out of breath by the time your minds are back and functioning, laughter echoing off the walls as the situation is realized by the both of you.

Maybe you're really made for each other.

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"What the fuck did I tell you?!" is the first thing Namjoon barks at him next time he sees him at Yoongis studio. "Are you deaf? Mentally challenged? Is that it?!" he keeps insulting, as Yoongi pushes him back.

"okay alright, let's calm down here." he tries to reason.

"I don't even know whats- oh." Jungkook realises, lips pushed together in a thin line.

"Yeah, 'oh'." Namjoon scolds. "what's your excuse? You tripped and landed dick first in her?" he jokes without humor.

"Namjoon, it's really not like that at all." he attempts to explain himself. "I'm not-"

"screwing her?" be finishes impatiently for the younger friend.

"no- I mean kind of? I, somewhat, it's not that simple-" he starts, when Namjoon jumps up from the couch again, barely held by the eldest in the room. "we're together Namjoon! I'm not just fucking her, I'm going out with her.!" he hurries out. "I- yeah, fuck it." he sighs, running a hand through his longer hair. "I actually really like her. Like, love-like." he confesses, causing the room to fall silent.

Jungkook doesn't do well with the dreaded L-word.

In fact, Jungkook hasn't ever been in an actual relationship before, ever. He's been a guy with bad luck and an red dot on his heart for others to aim at it seems. Used for his kind nature, pockets emptied more often than he could count, used for pleasure before getting told that 'you're just a friend, sorry.'

And every time he'd do it again, fall in love, get his heart broken, repeat after a week of sadness. Until he'd stopped, years ago, having promised himself to never be that guy to be stepped on again. He's still kind, he's still nice- but he keeps his heart behind a glass window, for everyone to see, but none to touch.

Until you came along.

"you.. What?" Namjoon asks, a lot more calm now.

"I think I love her." he says again, noticing himself the weight of his words as he says them. "I- I don't think. I'm really.." he's unsure how to phrase it. It can't be love yet, and it isn't, but it's something else- something comfortable, like watching a movie that you know ends well just to relax and get rid of all the stress piled up on your shoulders. He's not falling in love, not at all.

There's no falling involved. There's no pit he's tumbling down into, no fear at all about what might happen next. It's more like a steady walk, right next to you, to a place he just knows will be nice.

"Wow." Yoongi laughs, hitting the youngest's back with a grin.

All while Namjoon sighs, watching the now teary-eyed young man wipe his cheeks in embarrassment.

Yeah- maybe there's nothing to fear if it's him you're with.

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"I always wondered what kind it was." Jungkook says, and you're wondering what he's talking about when he walks into the tiny bedroom of yours, holding your purple bullet vibrator with no shame at all.

"JEAN JUNGKOOK GIVE THAT TO ME-!" you yell out in panic, jumping from the mattress on the floor towards him, jumping at his hand that's holding your most secret item high above your hand.

"hm, no." he smiles impishly. "but you can continue jumping, I'm really enjoying the show here, precious." he says, tip of his tongue running over the silver piercing decorating his bottom lip.

Who knew that this sweet looking man could be so so evil.

"aw don't pout, I was just curious." he apologizes as you stand there with your arms crossed, tank top showing him a lot more skin than he's used to whenever he's alone with you. He's seen your cleavage before. Your thighs, your legs, but never in an intimate scenario like this. "though you should be more careful with this thing. I almost stepped on it." he teases, and you turn red at that.

"I forgot to put it away I guess.." you say, reaching for it as he pulls it away again. "Jungkook!"

"ever used it on your tits?" he tilts his head, taking a step towards you. You take a step back, like he's a magnet of the same charge pushing against you with invisible force.

"n-no." you shake your head, unable to hide your excitement bubbling up. You like it when he's like this- dominant, but not pushy. "that doesn't do anything." you argue. He chuckles.

"doesn't it?" he wonders, taking another step. "I could think of a few ways to use it, you know?" he implies. You swallow hard.

"..like?" you wonder quietly, gaze snapping from the toy in his hand to his eyes every now and then.

"wanna find out, princess?" he asks, and for some reason, this sentence still makes you shiver in pleasure. It's just words, how come they touch you just as much as his hands can? He's got you unable to form any sentences with just that simple look of his, so you simply nod, a surprised squeal escaping you when his hands push your shoulder.

Luckily, you fall onto the mattress below, having not noticed that he's been walking you towards it the entire time.

"You know, I kind of feel sorry for your neighbors." He chuckles, leaning over you.

"Huh?" you wonder dumbly, but he just shakes his head, brushing it off for the moment, as his hands instead play with the straps of your top.

"Can I take this off?" He asks. "It's fine if you're not comfortable with that yet, though. No worries." He shrugs. But you shake your head, pulling on the bottom on your top, before you hesitate.

"Can you.. take yours off too?" You ask, and he grins, nodding eagerly. He already figured you might feel more comfortable with that, but he wants you to speak up on your own as well. It's something he personally finds important- that you keep your independence, that you only do what you truly want and feel comfortable with. Never does he want to convince you to do anything, never at all.

He knows what that's like. It leads to regrets, shame, embarrassment- and he doesn't want you to feel that with him.

You're a bit hesitant now that you see his.. well, very toned body underneath. You personally don't work out- only occasionally, if you feel like it, or if you've eaten a particularly big meal and it makes you feel all heavy and bloated. You're nothing like him- stomach soft, slightly protruding, no defined muscles or anything. And yet, you jump over your shadow, and you swear you can see his pupils dilate like the lens of a camera trying to focus.

In his eyes, you're everything and nothing like he'd imagined. You're better than anything his thoughts could've ever come up with.

He's dropped the toy for now, instead using his hands to run them up your sides, before they finally reach your chest, soft and warm in his hands. He's never been one to have preferences when it comes to someone's body- but he can see himself quickly falling for the feel of them in his palms. "How can you be so pretty?" He wonders, and you squirm a little, causing him to laugh. "You're so cute." He can't help but comment, before he shakes his hair out of his eyes, sitting back on his heels.

You're already putting your feet up against his abdomen, making him smile as he runs his fingers over your ankles, before he tilts his head to the side. "I appreciate you being such a good girl, but that'll have to wait." He praises, and you turn a bit red, before he takes your legs and maneuvers them around his waist, pulling you closer towards him. He can already spot a wet patch on your underwear- a clear sign that he's affecting you just as much as you are him- and he can't help but feel his own ego swell a little.

He's not felt like this in a long time, if ever at all.

"Did you charge it?" He wonders, and you shuffle around a little to get comfortable, accidentally rutting against his already way too constrained bulge in his pants, making him groan in surprise. "Alright there, that was a simple question jesus christ woman!" He laughs, making you laugh as well.

"Sorry, I was just adjusting!" You giggle, while stretching your arms over your head for a second. You feel oddly comfortable with him, even all exposed like this. It's a nice feeling you've not yet experienced with anybody before. "But uh- I don't know, it needs batteries, you can't charge it." You explain, and Jungkook nods.

"Well, let's hope these got some juice left in them." He simply tells you. "If not, I'll find another way to make you cum." He casually comments, making you wonder what he could maybe come up with.

Sex used to be terribly scary. An intimidating thought that would leave you restless whenever thinking of it. But now? With him? It's exciting.

He clicks the button a few times, seemingly trying out the only three modes the cheap toy has, before licking his lips and shaking his head. "I'll get you a better one one day." He mumbles more or less to himself, before turning on the lowest setting, lifting your panties, and placing it right against your core, snug with the extra push from his own bulge pressing against you. "Thank god I've packet a spare set of pants." He almost growly down at you, watching with hooded eyes as your hips roll against him. His hands grip your thighs, the sight of you equally as enticing as the buzzing toy between you both.

You don't know this, but Jungkook is exploring his own sexuality just as much as you are with him.

He's never really thought of any specific things he might like that aren't 'conventional'- but with you, he feels comfortable to the point of trying out new things, or random ideas such as what he's doing right now. But it's fine, because it's you. It's like he's got a chance to find himself alongside you, as if you're his chance of finally becoming comfortable with his own body and soul.

He's falling in love with you, while also starting to like himself more and more.

He's also noticed by now, that he's a lot more sensitive with you. A simple sensual touch of yours can make him stir awake in his pants like a boy during puberty, but he's not even mildly embarrassed by it whatsoever. Because you aren't either. He's really become in tune with you in terms of energy- when you're excited, he get's excited. When you're happy, he's happy. When you get sad, he get's sad as well. It feels nice, to have a connection like that.

You're whining beneath him, a lot more vocal now than compared to the first time he's ever been intimate with you, and he feels his pride swell at these signs of you becoming more and more relaxed and comfortable around him. Your hands reach out for his own, and he takes them happily- holding you, as you arch your back and voice out your pleasure, especially once your orgasm hits, the closeness of him making it impossible for you to squirm away and ruin it for yourself. With the little experience you have, you don't really know what you're supposed to feel like- and granted, right now, you're seeing stars, unable to form any coherent thought.

The sight of you so lost in pleasure sets him off as well- warmth of his own cum escaping him making him cringe a little, his hand reaching between the both of you to turn the plastic toy off. He's breathing heavily just like you, shivering beneath him from the aftermath of your high. "I'd say-" He hums into the crook of your neck, kisses placed in his own afterglow, "-the batteries were definitely still full." He jokes, making you laugh as you hit his back playfully.

"I gotta shower but my legs feel like rubber." You complain, making him lift his face into your area of sight.

"We could shower together?" He suggests. "No funny business. Just me holding you, in case you fall." He tells you, and you look at him for a moment, thinking.

He's already seen like what- 80% of you? There's nothing to fear anymore, really. So you nod, holding out your arms. "Carry me?" You ask playfully cute, and he grins.

"Wherever you want to, princess."

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szallejhscorner · 3 years ago

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Heyy, could you make chishiya and reader bathing together?

Aww, yes!!

This is what I listened to while writing this, in case you want to hear it as well.

Thank you for the ask ♥

Oranges and Cinnamon

The whole apartment smells like candles - a mixture of burning wax and berry scent - and the intense smelling bathing essence you have bought recently. A mix of orange and cinnamon, just fitting for the cold time of the year.

You throw a last look at your phone, but Chishiya still hasn't read the message asking him if he wants to come over. It's been almost seven hours since you sent it, and you have long given up the hope that he'll still come. So you decided to use your time and relax with a nice long bath, your favorite tea and a good book in case you want to read a bit.

Everything’s ready and waiting next to the bathtub, the water is pleasantly warm and you won’t have any appointments left for the day. No phone calls that need to be made, no laundry waiting for you to take care of. A perfect lazy evening, only that you’ll have to enjoy it without Chishiya.

You sigh as you pull off your clothes, dropping them into the clothes basket and placing a fresh set next to it. Being close to Chishiya is always a surprise, you never know what you’ll get. Sometimes it’s his work, extra shifts that he needs to take, emergencies that require more time, sometimes he simply has other ideas than spending the day with you. Nothing personal, just Chishiya being... well, Chishiya. You have gotten used to that already.

The tips of your toes touch the water, still hesitant to dip in completely because you misjudged the temperature, which only means it will stay warm longer, when the doorbell rings. Jumping at the sudden sound, you almost slip into the bath tub and barely manage to hold your balance, cursing under your breath.

Who on earth would destroy such a promising evening just now? It’s late, and you didn’t expect any friends to come over...

You hastily throw your bathing gown over your shoulders, pulling it together at your middle to hide your body. Part of you hopes that whoever it is might be gone already when you reach the door, too impatient to wait. But when you pull down the handle and the cool winter air greets your skin, you notice the shadow lurking next to the door.

Chishiya.

Both happy and annoyed, you manage a lopsided grin and wave him in so you won’t stand outside like this any longer. He follows without any questions, quickly closing the door behind him before he musters you from head to toe.

“I can come back tomorrow since you seem to be... busy.”

His smirk teases a laugh out of you and you roll your eyes. “No idea what you’re thinking, but I was just going to take a bath. Can’t blame me for making evening plans when you don’t respond for a whole day, right?”

Chishiya doesn’t seem touched by your sassy comment, for he just stands there in the hallway, shoes and jacket still on, as if he wants to leave again immediately. At least he lifts his hands in a half-hearted apology. “I left my phone at home, although it’s not relevant. I’ll go and you take your bath, and-”

You reach for his wrist, pulling him closer to you. He hasn’t kissed you since he’s here, and you quickly make sure to change that. His lips are cold from the winter air, but the touch still warms you up. “Why don’t you stay and join me?”

“In the bath?” he raises a brow, and you nod.

“Yes. Just a bath. Nothing... you know. Why not relax together?” You can’t tell why it makes you blush to say that, since it shouldn’t be weird to ask your boyfriend to take a bath with you. The music from the bathroom reaches your ear, a soothing mix of music and nature sounds, and it smells so tempting that you really don’t want to remain in the hallway any longer, shuddering under your gown. “Listen, I want to take that bath. And I want to spend time with you, now that you’re here. So why not combine it and do both?”

He huffs, but you can see the hint of a smile in his eyes. And when he finally takes off his jacket and slips out of his shoes, you know that he’ll stay. Maybe the evening can still get better after all.

“How was work?” you ask as you head to the bathroom, dropping the gown to the floor. Chishiya follows and you’re sure to feel his eyes on your body, but when you turn around, he is examining one of the candles.

“Three operations postponed to tomorrow because one took four times longer than expected. Double work and angry patients. Just an average day, you know.”

His sarcasm makes you grin and you dip your toe into the water again. It’s still pleasantly hot, and the rest of the foot follows after a couple of seconds, slow enough to let your skin adjust to the temperature. Behind you, Chishiya gets rid of his shirt and jeans.

Once one leg is standing in the water, you throw a look over your shoulder to Chishiya. His skin is pale and smooth, but the flickering of the candles makes it almost appear as if it’s glowing. He seems to wait for you to get into the tub first, and you hurry with the other leg.

Slowly slipping into the water until you’re in a comfortable seating position, you exhale a comfortable breath. “And I thought you had enough extra hours already.”

The hot water immediately chases away any signs of the winter cold, and you watch how your foam-covered arms steam when you lift them out of the orange-colored liquid. Chishiya snorts and you watch him lift one foot over the rim of the bath tub.

“I stopped counting them long ago. I’ll be fifty before there’s a chance to reduce - are you trying to cook me alive?”

His grimace makes you laugh, and it’s just adorable how he still tries to keep his toes under water despite the temperature. “Yes. You know, there’s a reason I didn’t prepare dinner, and-”

Hot water splashes into your face, and you lean over to pull him into the tub as a revenge. It turns out to be a bad idea, because of course Chishiya looses his grip and very ungallantly stumbles into the mass of orange foam and lands right on top of you, causing a huge wave to splash over the rim, soaking the carpet and dousing two candles.

Shaken by laughter, you watch how Chishiya scrambles back to the other side of the tub with a groan and leans against the wall, a frown on his face. At least he doesn’t need to adapt to the temperature now.

“Come on, that was funny!” you pour the water out of the candle next to you and try to light it again with a still burning one. The wick hisses and tiny explosions mark the wet spots now making contact with the heat, but it begins to burn eventually.

Chishiya grunts, smoothing his now wet hair out of his face and wiping away the foam from his forehead. “Not really.”

The second candle refuses to burn so far, and you place it down to try it later. Instead, you move around in the tub until you’re close enough to Chishiya to wrap your arms around his chest. He’s warm and soft, and the scent of the bathing esence clings to every part of him.Cinnamon really suits him well.

“Don’t do that again.”

You grin and peck a kiss onto his skin. “There’s no need to, since you’re here now.”

He doesn’t answer, and the following silence is actually soothing. While you’ve had more comfortable places to cuddle than inside a small bath tub, you’re making the best out of it, and even Chishiya has succumbed to his fate and has begun to caress your hair by moving his hand through strands of it.

Though after a while your shoulders turn cold since they’re not covered with water, and you crouch a bit so everything’s warmed up again.

Chishiya uses the opportunity and stretches his back, blowing a bit of foam off his arm. “A bigger bathtub would have solved many problems.”

Despite the mocking tone in his voice, you’re pretty sure he’s enjoying it as well. It might not be his favorite music to listen to, and the space is narrow, but it still has its desired effect.

“Yeah, I don’t think this tub was designed for two people to bathe together”, you chuckle with your chin half underwater. Chishiya leans back as well, sliding deeper into the tub until your knees touch and the water covers most of his chest.

“Why are we doing this, then?”

“Because I think it’s nice.”

You try to light the other candle again, and this time, it works. The water has cooled down a bit, but it’s still comfortably warm and hot enough to make your arms steam whenever you take them out of the water.

“The music could be different”, mutters Chishiya while you shove some of the foam towards him. You barely notice the sounds yourself, since that’s the idea behind background soundtracks, but Chishiya has a different way of listening to music. Not that you’d change to his favorites now because of that - that’s definitely not the kind of music you want to hear while taking a relaxing bath.

“Hey, I have an idea.” You sit up, realizing that Chishiya has closed his eyes and is now examining you with one of them half open. “Sit up and turn around.”

He moans, not willing to leave his comfortable position, but you assure him that he won’t regret it. He resigns with a sigh, lifting his upper body up and creating a squealing sound when his body moves over the white enamel.

As soon as he’s facing the opposite wall, you snuggle up behind him and put some of the foam onto his back.

Chishiya wants to take a look over his shoulder, but you hold his head in place. “What are you-”

“Shhh. Just relax and enjoy.”

Spreading more foam and water across his skin, you begin to massage his shoulders. Slowly and gentle at first, then intensifying the touch of your hands. Chishiya tenses only for the hint of a second, but his arms soon drop to the sides when you draw circles across his back and upper arms.

A quick glance at his face confirms that he has his eyes closed again, and one time, a feint sigh escapes his lips while you caress the soft skin of his back. It is incredible how a man can have such smooth skin, and in the candle light it appears almost golden. You move down his back, just below the line where the water stops, then up again and along his arms. Another sigh reaches your ears when you work your way towards his neck, caressing his hair while you do so.

Taking your time with that, you really enjoy the tiniest reactions Chishiya shows. A sigh here, a move towards your hands there, the lift of a shoulder to sign that you should massage it again. He doesn’t say a single word, no thank you or that he likes it, but the fact that he does is obvious.

Only when your hands begin to hurt and your arms turn cold from being out of the water for so long, you wrap them around his body to pull him in a hug, placing a kiss onto the skin of his neck. The wet strands of hair tingle your nose, and you’re sure they will smell like orange and cinnamon for days.

“You’re welcome”, you whisper with another kiss and drop your arms into the water to warm them up again. Chishiya is hesitant to turn around, probably still hoping that you will continue what you’ve started. But that’s not what you have in mind - instead, you turn around so he’s facing your back, stroking the hair off your shoulders. “Your turn!”

It’s silent for a moment, only the sound of water can be heard as Chishiya shifts his position. “No.”

You haven’t expected him to actually massage you, and the fact that he reacts just as you predicted makes you chuckle. “Why not?” You wiggle your shoulders, clearly inviting - no, ordering - him to take care of them, but of course Chishiya doesn’t move.

“That’s not how it works.”

“That’s exactly how it works.” Throwing a grin over your shoulder, you slide closer to him until his knees touch your back. His arms finally move, but not to massage you. Instead, he reaches for the shower head to wash the foam off his skin and steps out of the bathtub, wrapping one of the towels around him that you had prepared earlier.

Only then you notice the cup of tea that has long gone cold, and at your questioning glance, Chishiya just shrugs. “The water is getting cold. We’ve been in there long enough.”

With a bit of disappointment, you pull the plug and clean yourself as well. But he’s right of course - the water is beginning to cool down noticeably, and your skin is already entirely crumpled.

“And... the couch is much better for cuddling anyway?” you ask, hoping that at least there will still be some fondling if not a back massage for you.

“Exactly.” He nods, handing you another towel so you can rub yourself dry. At least the couch will have much more space for hugs and cuddles, and some warm blankets to wrap into. The thought of spending the rest of the night huddled together with Chishiya on the sofa and watching stupid movies makes you grin, and the smile doesn’t disappear while you both get dressed again.

Really, you should do this more often.

#chishiya #chishiya shuntaro #chishiya x reader #alice in borderland #oneshot

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mccallslut · 2 years ago

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║ＦＯＲＭＡＴ。ﾟ⎯ 𝖲𝖾𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗌

║ＳＵＭＭＡＲＹ。ﾟ⎯ 𝖲𝗍𝖺𝖼𝖾𝗒 𝖿𝗂𝗇𝖽𝗌 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖺𝗍𝖾 𝗂𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖲𝖼𝗈𝗍𝗍 𝖬𝖼𝖢𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝖡𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗈𝗇 𝖧𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗌, 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝖼𝖺𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗅𝖾 𝗂𝗍?

║ＷＯＲＤＣＯＵＮＴ。ﾟ⎯ 𝟤,𝟧𝟫𝟪

║ＷＡＲＮＩＮＧＳ。ﾟ⎯ 𝖺𝖽𝗎𝗅𝗍 𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗀𝗎𝖺𝗀𝖾, 𝗉𝖺𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗈𝗂𝖺, 𝖿𝗅𝖺𝗌𝗁𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌 𝗈𝖿 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝗅𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌.

║ＮＯＴＥＳ ⎯ Hope you all enjoy the first chapter.

║ＣＨＡＰＴＥＲ／ＰＡＲＴ。ﾟ⎯ 𝖢𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖨🌑: 𝖬𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒

𝗦𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝗠𝗰𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 ┄♥┄ 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁

⇢ 𝗡𝗲𝘅𝘁

Stacey's POV

𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗢𝗬𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗 of my alarm blaring woke me up. I yawned, rubbing the sleep from my eyes, and headed to my bathroom for a shower. After cleaning myself to wake up, I stepped out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my body, and searched my closet for an outfit. I finally made a decision. I got dressed in a pair of black mid-waist knee slit skinny jeans, a green lace-up cropped cami and tan lace-up platform heeled booties. I curled it and then brushed it out for my hair, making it wavy.

Keeping my makeup cute but straightforward, I grabbed my phone and bag as I left my room. Before heading out to my car, I stopped by the kitchen, grabbed an apple, and waved goodbye to my parents. I shut the door to my car and then drove away to school. After parking, I stepped out and locked my car as I went inside, immediately seeing Lydia and Allison at Lydia's locker.

"So, are you finally over him, Lydia?" I questioned, opening my locker.

"Over who?...Jackson?" Lydia answered.

"Who else," I replied, rolling my eyes.

"She said she needs a distraction." Allison joked truthfully.

"Wow, Lydia..." I laughed, closing my locker. "Here, I thought you were better than that."

Once the bell rang, I walked with Allison and Lydia to our first class. Sitting there listening to the teacher explain these Geometry problems, I can feel someone's eyes burning at the back of my head. I took a glance behind me and noticed Scott staring directly at me. His eyes held hunger and lust. Our eyes locked with each other for at least sixty seconds when my phone vibrates with a text from Allison.

Allison🏹💗💐 - Why is Scott staring at you like that?

I don't know, but it's starting to creep me out.

Allison🏹💗💐 - I bet it does. I mean, I would be creeped out if someone was staring at me like that.

I'm just going to try to ignore it.

Scott's POV

Her scent is driving me crazy she smells likes apples and cinnamon. I was sitting in class with Stiles, just talking with him, when her scent hits me. Long dark chocolate brown hair had belonged to light brown eyes. My inner wolf starts chanting 'mate' over and over. The class went on, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

She took her phone out and texted who I guess was Allison because she pulls out her cellphone also, then put her phone back in her back pocket, continuing to listen to our teacher. I didn't know my mates were even a thing, but I need more information on them. They need to be close to her and protect her is strong. I just want her in my arms, body to body.

"Hey Scott, you okay?" I hear Stiles whisper.

"Huh? Oh, yea, I'm fine." I answered although I wasn't okay.

I just wanted to be close to that girl with long chocolate brown hair. She may not even know me, but I'm making it my mission to know her and learn more about mates.

Stacey's POV

Right as I finished doing my work, the bell rings. Like everyone else, I gathered my stuff then left class to my locker. After grabbing my notebook for History, I closed my locker then headed to class. I could feel their eyes on me the entire time. Taking my seat in class along with everyone else, I pulled out my book.

"Hello everyone, welcome to History class. My name is Mr. Yukimura; my family moved here to Beacon Hills three wells ago." The teacher introduces them to continues. "Also, my daughter, Kira, goes here." He pointed to a Japanese girl who sat right next to me.

She's pretty. I'll give her that. You could tell she was embarrassed when everyone looked at her. Hell, I would be too if my dad was a teacher here at school and tells the whole class that she doesn't talk to anyone or brings anyone home.

Allison's POV

I sat in the art class next to Lydia with hands shaking as I held a paintbrush dipped in red paint, trying to paint on the paper in front of me.

"You know, ever since the Lunar Eclipse, the shaking has been causing trouble with my skills." I let out a shaky breath.

Frustrated, I tossed the brush down, causing red paint to splatter on the paper. It made me flashback to the night Peter killed my aunt. His claws ripped her throat open. I snapped out my thoughts, hearing the sound of paper loudly ripping.

"Start over," Lydia demands.

Sighing defeatedly, I grabbed the same paintbrush and started painting. This time I had more control over it.

The sound of the ringing captures our

Scott's POV

Her scent is driving me crazy she smells likes apples and cinnamon. I was sitting in class with Stiles, talking with him, when her smell hit me. Long dark chocolate brown hair had belonged to light brown eyes. My inner wolf starts chanting 'mate' over and over. The class continued, and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

She took her phone out and texted, who I guess was Alison because she pulled out her cellphone also, then put her phone back in her back pocket, continuing to listen to our teacher. I didn't know my mates were a thing, but I needed more information on them. They need to be close to her and protect her is strong. I just want her in my arms, body to body.

"Hey Scott, you okay?" I hear Stiles whisper.

"Huh? Oh, yea, I'm fine." I answered, although I wasn't okay.

I wanted to be close to that girl with long chocolate brown hair. She may not even know me, but I'm making it my mission to know her and learn more about her mates.

Stacey's POV

Right as I finished doing my work, the bell rang. Like everyone else, I gathered my stuff and left class to my locker. After grabbing my notebook for History, I closed my locker and headed to class. I could feel their eyes on me the entire time. Taking my seat in class along with everyone else, I pulled out my book.

"Hello everyone, welcome to History class. My name is Mr. Yukimura; my family moved here to Beacon Hills three wells ago." The teacher introduces them to continue. "Also, my daughter, Kira, goes here." He pointed to a Japanese girl who sat right next to me.

She's pretty. I'll give her that. You could tell she was embarrassed when everyone looked at her. Hell, I would be too if my dad was a teacher here at school and told the whole class that she doesn't talk to anyone or bring anyone home.

Allison's POV

I sat in the art class next to Lydia with hands shaking as I held a paintbrush dipped in red paint, trying to paint on the paper in front of me.

"You know, ever since the Lunar Eclipse, the shaking has been causing trouble with my skills." I let out a shaky breath.

"Start over," Lydia demands.

Sighing defeatedly, I grabbed the same paintbrush and started painting. This time I had more control over it.

The sound of the ringing captures our attention. Lydia and I put our supplies away before gathering our things and leaving for our lockers.

Stacey's POV

While I stood there in front of my open locker texting my cousin, I glance up, seeing Scott and Stiles at their lockers. They were talking about something, but I didn't know what. With my enhanced werewolf hearing, I listen to their conversation.

"Maybe we need a little more time to get back to normal." Scott proposed.

"Scott, we hit the reset button on a supernatural Beacon Hills for supernatural creatures..." Stiles points out. "Things will never go back to how they were before."

I notice Scott's eyes are glowing a right red out of the corner of my eye, and Stiles does too. As they speed past me, covering Scott's face, I smirked and closed my locker, heading to gym class.

Lydia's POV

Being the great best friend I am, I decided to help Allison. I pinned a target to a tree as Allison stood behind me with her bow in hand.

"Do you think this will help?" Allison questions.

"Not unless you believe it will," I answered.

Allison brings her bow and fires two arrows, and misses the target both times. "Why don't you try a Mongolian Draw," I suggested, in which she complied.

She turns her bow sideways across her chest and fires an arrow, missing the target again. Allison whips her head around as if she hears something. I watched as she drew her bow back and fired an arrow straight at me. Before it hit me, Isaac grabs it, stopping it.

"Oh my god, Lydia, I'm so sorry." Allison gasps, apologizing.

"I-It's okay." I breathed.

"You could've killed her...it would've gone right through her head," Isaac interjects.

"I said I was sorry," Allison replies, putting her crossbow back in its case.

Stacey's POV

School seemed to go by fast, and the next thing I know, I was getting in my car and driving home. Walking into the house, I found my mom and dad in the kitchen sitting at the table.

"Hello Stacey, how was school?" My mom inquires softly.

"Eh, good," I answered, shrugging.

"What happened?" She questions intrigued.

"I think I found my mate," I spoke nervously.

"Oh?" My mother questions, surprised.

"He kept staring at me in class, but not only that...I think he's an Alpha." I explained knowingly.

"A regular Alpha or a true Alpha?" My dad questions.

"I'm not sure yet." I unknowingly said.

"Do you know his name?" My mother inquired.

"Scott," I replied.

"As in Scott McCall?" She spoke honestly.

"I think so, yes." I nodded, knowing she knew his mother since they both worked at the hospital.

"He's Melissa McCall's son, a nice kid, she tells me." My mom admitted.

"Well, goodnight, I have homework to do," I announced, standing up from the table.

Walking to my room, I sat at my desk and did my homework. I went to my bathroom to take my shower, just to get it out of the way. When I got out and dried, I looked at my fogged mirror and swiped my hand across it. My eyes stared back at me, glowing purple.

Changing my eyes went back to normal; I smiled, dressed in my pajamas, then went downstairs to eat something. Afterward, I returned to my room to rest for the next day.

Stiles's POV

Walking inside of class, I notice a girl sitting in my seat. "Excuse me; you're in my seat." The girl turns to me but doesn't speak.

Instead, she responds to me in sign language. Glancing up at the class, I realize everyone I'm doing sign language in class. All signed the same thing, and even Coach Finstock went with it. It's the effect of finding the nematon. Everyone started signing faster; it pounded against my ears.

Shaking awake, I realized I was in Economics class, Coach Finstock blowing his whistle at me. Wait, that was a dream? It seemed so natural.

"Sorry, Coach, I fell asleep." I apologize.

"You weren't sleeping, Stiles." Scott points out, nodding his head to my notebook.

Following his gaze, I see the words 'Wake Up' in different patterns throughout the page. It scared me. I need to find out what is going on before something terrible happens.

Stacey's POV

After talking with Kira earlier today, we decided to hang out at lunch. We walked to a table when Kira took a different direction and walked over to where Scott, Lydia, Isaac, Allison, and Stiles sat discussing something.

"I'm sorry for interrupting, but I overheard you talking about hallucinations. It sounds like the Buddhist concept called Bardo." Kira explains, taking a seat. "It's a translational term of being between life and death,"

"It's marked by visits from peaceful deities and demons resulting in death." I finish off.

"How do you know this?" Allison asked, looking up at me.

"My dad educated me on a lot of things." I shrugged.

Scott's POV

It was after school when I arrived at my job at the animal clinic. "Hey, Sheriff, can I help you?"

"I need your help with solving this." Sheriff Stilinski pleas. "Maybe with your abilities, we could find this girl."

"Okay." I nodded, grabbing my jacket.

Trailing behind the Sheriff, I hopped on my bike and followed behind him. Sheriff Stilinski goes up to Mr. Tate while Stiles and I sneak into Malia's old bedroom. We searched around, but I couldn't find a scent. The smell of the dog is overwhelming. Both Stiles and I went back out the window and met Sheriff Stilinski by his patrol trooper.

"Find anything?" He asked me with hopefulness.

"Sorry, Sheriff." I apologize.

"That's alright." He heavily sighs.

I watched as the Sheriff turned, got into his car, and drove off. "I think I know why he's so intent on solving this case." That immediately catches my attention.

"Why?" I asked, intrigued.

"He wants to solve one more case while he's still the Sheriff of Beacon Hills," Stiles sadly replied.

After Stiles explained how my father was trying to get fired, my blood boiled all the way home. As I slammed the front door to my house, my eyes immediately locked with my dad's.

"You're getting Stiles's dad fired?!" I yelled angrily.

How could he do this? He just decides to show up and think he's going to fire the Sheriff.

"Scott, I-look, I'm just doing my job." My dad replies, trying to calm me down.

My blood was at its boiling point. I was so furious that I could feel myself shifting, claws elongating. Suddenly I feel someone dragging me away and see it's my mom.

"Scott, listen to me. You need to calm down." She tells me softly. "You need to think of something that makes you calm."

Closing my eyes, I focused on the sweet scent of Stacey. Cinnamon and apples. Slowly I could feel myself calm down and my shifting reverse.

"Her scent," I say in a stern tone.

"Who's scent?" My mom asks, confused.

"Stacey." I groaned. "She's my...mate."

"Oh." She says, shocked.

Finally catching Oh my God, call more my breath, an idea came to my mind. Selling my mom goodbye, I left the house on my bike and rode to Stiles's house.

"We're going to find a dead body," I smirked.

Sitting next to him, he drove to the woods. We were now in search of the crash site.

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After a while, we finally made it to the crash site. The mangled car is still here from when it crashed eight years ago.

"Wouldn't it have been too much trouble to move the damn thing?" Stiles huffs, leaning against a tree.

We searched around the car for clues when something caught my attention. "I think I found something." Moving the leaves aside with my foot, I uncovered a doll.

It's the same doll I saw in a photo at the Tate residence. The toy suddenly speaks, and that scared Stiles. A vicious roar rang throughout the woods, getting my and Stiles's attention. Looking around, I meet a pair of glowing eyes just beyond the woods.

"Scott," Stiles says shakily.

"I know. I see it too." I nodded, confirming we saw the same thing.

Slowly I moved closer. "Scott, don't do-" Before I could completely hear Stiles, I ran after the creature.

I catch up to the furry creature in no time, and it stops and faces me. Its eyes were glowing a bright blue, making mine turn red. "Malia?"When I see it up close, thee coyote, which I find out, turns around and takes off running. As I stood up to call Derek, a figure took off in my sideline of vision.

Running back to where Stile stood, waiting for me. "What happened?"

"I think it was Malia." I breathed heavily.

"How do you know?" Stiles asks, confused.

"Its eyes were glowing blue," I answered.

Bringing my phone up to my ear, I listened to Derek's phone go to voicemail. I groaned, left a voicemail, then sent him a few text messages to call me back ASAP.

"No answer?" Stiles asks, crossing his arms.

"Yea, he's probably busy with Peter or something," I answer, shrugging my shoulders.

"What do we do now?" Stiles asks, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets.

"We continue to look for clues," I responded.

"Oh, great." He threw his hands up and followed behind me.

Stacey's POV

Focus Stacey. My bones crack and pop, rearranging. Tan fur with black spots comes from my skin and my tail. Finally, the pain stopped, my body felt numb, and I descended into the woods. My nose picks up on two different scents. One was Scott's scent, which seemed to be off in the distance, so I followed behind.

I stood at a distance, watching Scott stare at a dark gray animal. It looked like a coyote.

"Malia?" I hear Scott's question.

The coyote runs off, and Scott stands up to pull out his phone. Before he could turn, I ran back to where I had left my clothes. I slipped my clothes back and walked back to my car, changing my human form. I buckled up and drove home with a smile on my face.

Walking into my house, I entered the kitchen where my mom was.

"How was your run?" She asks, grinning.

"It was good," I answered. "I'm sleepy now, so good night."

"Goodnight." I hear my mom reply.

In my room, I showered, then threw on a pair of drawstring cotton shorts and a white t-shirt. As I lay in bed, I started thinking: I wonder how long I can keep this a secret.

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