#i dont like pretending like everything is fine and funny all the time with you 😬 this is the only way i can smile now and as you can see

[snekdood]

i think I figured out what kind of ppl I dont like- it's ppl who treat life like a constant low-stakes comedy tv show where everyone forgets what happened yesterday unless its convenient to the plot

[m4y4wasnthere]

i’m not pretending

dallas x f!reader ; fake dating scenario

fic request here

warnings: cursing, oral giving, degradation, praise, hair pulling ; smut with plot!

a/n: this is a wayyy longer fic than my other ones so um, be prepared. this one also is a bit more ooc dallas 😭

summary: your obsessive ex is getting super unbearable to the point you go to Dallas Winston for help. A fake dating scenario long enough to make your ex lose interest in you, along with a few rules, one of which says no catching feelings. this never works out well 😒

“look, I know we aren’t the best of friends but please! it won’t be awhile, maybe just a month or two, he keeps following me everywhere!”

You were following Dallas along the sidewalk begging him to agree to fake a relationship with you. You two were definitely not close at any means but he was your best bet at getting some kind of privacy from your obsessive ex.

“christ’s sake, fine! now stop being so annoyin’ and followin’ me around, go back home or wherever man,” he stated while abruptly stopping. You bumped into him and he gave you a cold glare over his shoulder. You got the hint and backed away.

“meet me at the Dingo tomorrow, we can discuss more about it.” You walked back home content with yourself with convincing him, but you had no idea how far this plan would go.

✰ ✰ ✰

“okay lets make a list of rules. uh, for number one, no kissing,” you got out a piece of paper and started to scribble down.

“a list? Who do you think I am?” Dallas fiddles with a small jumble of some garbage wrap from a straw. He doesn’t look at you but his eyebrows are furrowed while trying to make a paper ring out of it.

“yes, a list.” You shoot him a glare, he doesn’t bother to see. “maybe if you made lists, you wouldn’t always be losing your wallet,” you muttured under your breath.

“no kissing? look, I’m not lookin’ forward to this but I’m smart enough to know that nobody is gonna buy this if we don’t kiss.” Dallas snatched the pencil away from you and tried to erase the rule.

“i’m not wasting my first kiss on you.” Dallas paused and you were expecting a snarky remark but he just sighed.

“no kissing, on the lips, how ‘bout that?” He jotted down on the paper. You nodded in slight appreciation, he gave the pencil back to you and the two of you spent the rest of the hour going back and forth making up rules.

Your list came out to be this:

1. no kissing on the lips

2. no flirting/hooking up with other people

3. we each have to give each other something to show our relationship is real

4. weekly dates

5. stop only in private

6. pet names are needed

7. dont tell anyone

8. no catching feelings

the two of you didn’t have strict boundaries other than the last one. neither of you thought it would be hard rule to follow, your mutual dislike made it all really easy.

you guys agreed on starting this ‘contract’ tomorrow.

✰ ✰ ✰

its been 2 months since this fake dating agreement started. you found that Dallas wasnt as insufferable as you originally thought. he was funny with his wit commentary, his sarcasm, his carelessness about everything, you admired him in a way.

he was also beautiful, you noticed it before but never wanted to admit it. his dark hair complimented his sharp features but his eyes were soft in contrast.

your heart fluttered everytime he called you doll, his gal, even your name sounded like foreign music when it rolled off his tounge.

what was happening? Suddenly every-time you guys went on dates, you wished they could be more private, you wished he would hold your hand a bit longer, you wished his eyes would linger on yours and always trace your face, you wished he liked you.

you had a crush on Dallas Winston.

every second longer you stayed with him, you broke the rules of the “contract” more.

what were you supposed to do? suddenly everytime you guys were out, your acting became more snd more believable because you weren’t acting anymore. well, you wish it wasn’t acting for both of you.

you found yourself spaced out more often, lost in daydreams about your fake boyfriend, thinking about how he would react if he knew, how he would embrace you and tell you he felt the sam-

“doll? are ya okay? you’ve been looking at my arm for awhile.”

je snapped you back to reality. arms on the table, elbows planted, playing with a ring of his and twirling it on his finger.

“sorry I was just thinking.” you looked down at your untouched plate of food and starting grabbing some fries to eat.

“you ’re thinking a lot more often, i don’t know if I really like it. can’t get enough attention from you nowadays.”

he looked at you through his lashes with those gorgeous eyes. your stomach flipped and you almost dropped a fry.

“what if I’m thinking about you?” you said blunty, you tried to let out a small laugh to cover up your honest statement.

dallas stopped playing with his ring, it fell flat on the table with a quiet clunk. his eyes pierced through yours, your stomach churning with the realization of what you just said.

your face flushed with heat, ears burning, your eyes flickered to the floor. the diner felt as if it was closing in around you, it was too much to handle. you got up stiffly and grabbed your bag.

dallas was stuck sitting his chair, he was just staring at you. why wasnt he saying anything?

gosh how could i be so stupid and just say that???

you quickly walked towards the exit of the diner, passing by familiar faces. the sounds of your soles were followed by thumps. is he following me?

you quickened your pace and pushed the door open. your house was maybe a 3 minute bike ride away, about 5-10 minutes walking distance. of course you walked here with dallas so there was no way you couldnt make it home fast enough to your liking.

you spotted a black cruiser bike laying on the sidewalk. its been there for a few days, so there wasnt much worry for it having an owner.

you quickly hopped on it and starting biking up the sidewalk.

you heard faint steps catching up to you.

“doll, where are you going? c’mon lets talk about this !” dallas’ yelling slowly got muffled as you got farther away.

you couldnt help but tear up a bit as you finally stopped hearing his voice. i feel so stupid, i didnt think before i spoke. i wasnt supposed to say that.

✰ ✰ ✰

its been 2 weeks since your stupid accident confession to dallas.

you’ve been avoiding him at all costs, if you ever saw him at the same place, you left immediately.

he constantly tries calling your home phone, but you never pick up. too scared to hear what he has to say. until today.

you heard a knock on your front door. your house wasnt anything special, in a bit better shape than the curtis household but not so different in size or layout. your parents pay it off but they’re rarely home, their jobs always keep them occupied.

you were tired, you were having breakdowns throughout the weeks over dallas. you were too scared to talk to him, afraid of the chance of rejection.

you didnt really care for your appearence most of the week since you stayed home. you were wearing a cozy beige sweater and some black shorts.

you groggily made your way to the front door, about to turn the knob when the knocking became insistent.

“im opening up, god, just wait a bit !” you yelled annoyingly. the locks came undone and the door got swung open.

“hey.” dallas stood there infront of you. you stood stunned for a few moments before speaking.

“go back home dallas. im not in the mood to talk.” you went to close the door, when his hand stopped you. pushing it was no help, he held it open with no struggle.

“no shit, ive been trying to call you all week.” he walked past you into the living room. he stood, analyzing your home with tired eyes. he laid down on your couch, stretched out.

“sit with me.” he gestured next to him. you hesitantly walked over but sat on the far end of the couch to his dismay. he frowned alittle before speaking up again.

“c’mon doll talk to me. i havent seen you in weeks, ‘missed you.” he muttered the last part under his breath. you shifted uncomfortably and grabbed a nearby blanket to cover yourself with.

even now he was unbelievably hot. you hated yourself for even noticing. his hair was noticeably messy and his eyes had slight bags under them. his black tank top always hugged him in the right places

you looked away.

“talk about what dal? i dont know why your here. you should just go hom-“

“your avoiding me and i dont know what i did. okay?” he stands up, “the last time i saw you, you just drove off on whoevers damn bike that was. ’ve been calling you for a week straight and no answer.” his hands wave through the air as he talks before he plops back down and rests his head in his hands.

“look ‘m sorry if apparently its so bad that im worried about my girlfriend.” he leans back on the couch, breathless.

“fake girlfriend.” you muttered sharply under your breath. your crossed your arms, staring at the floor.

“is that what this is about?” he looks at you with a sharp turn, “god, baby, i dont care about what you said last week. it didnt bother me at all.”

“thats the thing. it didnt !” you took the blanket off and started pacing infront of him, “you dont care that i basically just said i liked you. it doesnt mean anything to you.” you were getting yourself worked up with each word you said, your eyes starting to get blurry with tears, “this stupid fake relationship and these stupid rules and i broke one of the most important ones, and you dont seem to be affected at all!” you crossed your arms and stared at him, unaware of the tears starting to stain your cheeks.

“doll i never said-“ dallas stands up and tries to approach you, but you pull away.

“dont try and lie, its not gonna make me feel better. just go dal, go.”

he ignores your statement and pulls you into his chest. you try and push him away but he doesnt let you go.

he lets out a low chuckle.

“you think this is funny? what is wrong with you !” he holds you tightly against him.

“no doll i swear ‘m not laughing at you. its just-“ he smiles lightly as he struggles to gather his words.

“i never said it didn’t effect me. god baby, if you just answered the phone. you’d know that i didn’t mind,” he stops hugging you so you can look at him,

“i wasn’t pretending. ‘nd i love you too or whatever. dont make me say it again.”

you stare at him dumbfounded.

“what?” you stop struggling against his grip and just try and process what hes saying.

“are we okay now? can you stop avoiding me?” he pushes a strand of hair behind your ear, he holds your face in his hands.

“yes..” you say hesitantly. what do i do now? does that mean we’re dating? fuck.

he leans in so he can whisper in your ear,

“does this mean i can kiss you?”

you shakily nod and he pulls you in from your waist, his head tilts to the side and he hesitates before his lips reach yours.

your body was trembling from the slight affection. his lips were warm and soft, so different from his personality.

he put his hand behind your head to pull you into him more, making the kiss deeper. his other hand danced along your spine, until deciding to rest on your face.

you wrapped your arms around his neck, making him stumble a bit backwards before grabbing hold of the couch.

he pulled away for a breath before sitting down and pulling you forward to straddle him. his eyes traced your face. his gaze pierced your eyes, down to your mouth.

“my pretty girl” he mumbled before taking your lips again.

this time is was more forceful, more passionate. he grabbed at you thighs and had his hands travel all over your body. you helped him take his jacket off and threw it to the side.

he let his tongue into your mouth, making you moan into him.

he sucked on your tongue, he let his toungue slide across your teeth. he was hungry for you, he wanted more.

“take your sweater off f’me baby. let me see those pretty tits.”

he helped your sweater above your arms and over your head. your tits slightly bounced with the motion.

“no bra? fuck, your gonna be the death of me doll.”

he immediately ducked down to suck on your breast. he flicked his tongue around your nipple. you squirmed underneath him, breathy moans escaping your lips. his hands cupped your breasts, he swirled his finger around your other nipple and pinched it.

his lips de attached themselves from your tit with a pop. he licked his lips and gazed at you with a grin before returning to leaving sloppy kisses all over your chest.

“you like watching me lick all over your tits doll? ‘m making you feel good?”

you moaned quietly in response. “use your fucking words baby.” he bit some of your plush skin. “mph ! yes dal i like it.. please don’t stop” your skin flushed with embarrassment as he smirked at your obedience.

“so good f’me baby.” he lifted his head to look at you, admiring the hickeys that covered your now sore breasts.

dal took his shirt off, revealing his slighty sweaty toned body. you couldnt help but stare, you traced his faint ab lines. he watched you intently. you leaned down and licked up his abs.

“fuck doll… didn’t know you were like that. do it again.”

so of course, you did it again, this time dallas fumbled with his belt and reached down his pants. he stroked himself as he watched you lick up his chest.

“can i do it for you?”

dallas grinned and lifted you up so you were standing infront of him. he carefully stood up so he could take his pants and boxers off fully.

“sit back down baby.”

you sat in his place as you watched him slowly get out of his boxers. shit. hes big. hes the right amount inbetween thick and long.

you couldnt help but drool at the sight of him. naked and sweaty, dick right infront of your face, twitching for you.

“yea ‘m fucking big. you sure you can take this baby? not gonna be too much for you?” he smirked and said in a mocking tone.

you didnt say anything, instead you put your hands on his dick and slowly started to jerk him off.

he let out low grunts before you opened your mouth and licked the precum off his tip.

“fuck… baby, suck my cock like a good girl already.”

you obliged. you slowly opened your mouth to let more of him in, sucking and swirling around his twitching cock.

he got inpatient and grabbed a fistful of your hair and started bobbing your head up and down. tears swelled in your eyes at how big and full his cock was.

“yea doll, cry for this dick. make me want to fuck you sore.” dallas loved watching you at his mercy. he heard your gasps for air and felt the spit that piled each time you took him in fully. hearing him degrade you like this made you so wet. you couldnt help but sneak a finger down your shorts to relive yourself.

your other hand crept up his thigh and behind his ballsack. you pressed into a very special spot that you knew well.

“wait, fuck, you can’t just-“

his cock twitched in your mouth, precum oozing down your chin. his grunts became low moans of approval as you kept rubbing at his g-spot. you started to rub your clit at a steady pace.

“keep going baby. ‘m gonna come, dont swallow it.”

after a few more swishes of your tongue, you felt his cock pulsate and release white loads in your mouth. it almost made you gag with how deep he was.

“fuck baby. stick your tongue out.”

you looked up at him and stuck your tongue out. it was full of creamy white cum, and it was all his. the thought of it made you squirm and touch yourself even more. your legs squeezed together as you swallowed.

he suddenly took your hand and dragged you to your bedroom, when he forcefully pushed you against your desk.

“dal-“

“cant even wait for me huh pretty girl? had to start touching yourself at the thought of me.” he tore your shorts off with ease. “so fucking wet just by sucking my dick, your panties are soaked.” he rubbed your clit through the thin fabric.

“please dal i want you inside me. please baby, i just got too excited, i needed to touch myself.” your ass was pressed against his legs and your back was arched as you had your head turned to look at him.

“beg f’me some more. i want to know how bad you want this” he hit his hard cock against your covered pussy. you whined underneath him, moving your hips back and forth to get just the tiniest ounce of friction.

“please dal i’ll do anything, i want your cock so bad. im so wet for you.. i wont touch myself without permission again, just please put it in, please please please..” you continued to whimper under his touch and grind on him.

without warning he held the fabric to the slide and slipped 2 fingers into your needy hole.

“such a needy fucking doll.” he pumped his fingers in and out, coating them in your arousal. “just imagine how good my cock will feel,” he takes his fingers out, “pumping in and out of you.” then pushes them back in.

breathless moans escaped your lips as you felt your insides clench around him. you arched your back and your hands struggled to find something to grab on.

he curled his fingers as he pumped them in out, making you jolt in response.

“dally-“ you were cut off by his thumb reaching to your clit, rubbing small circles.

“oh, dal..” you let your upper half rest ontop of the desk. dallas continued rubbing your clit and pumping his fingers in your pussy, you started to feel a build up in your core.

you moved your hips in contradiction with his fingers, making each thrust even deeper.

“dal ‘m gonna come, keep going please.”

you felt yourself twitch as the knot you felt in your core break and your pussy pulsated around dallas’ fingers.

your body fell up and down panting from the orgasm, dallas took his fingers out and pulled your hair so you were pressed up against him.

you turned your head slightly behind you to view his face, to your surprise, he put his fingers in his mouth. licking your cum off his fingertips.

“you taste so good, y’know that doll?”

you watched as his tongue glided across his digits, fingers glistened with saliva and your own arousal. it made your pussy crave for more.

he pushed you back down on the desk and lifted your ass up in one swift motion.

“ngh ! dal be more-“

the tip of his dick slid into you and he forced his whole cock inside.

“shit. you’re tight..”

you let out an unexpected moan as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you. his thick cock stretching your insides.

“oh yea.. dallas.. i love you”

you moaned nonsense as he fucked you senseless. he found a steady but quick rhythm to stick too.

dallas leaned down fully, his sweaty chest against your back, grinning ear to ear, “you what? couldn’t hear you baby.”, he whispered. he slid out and rubbed your clit with the tip of his precum covered cock.

you whimpered and tried to grind against him, but it wasn’t the same as feeling him fill you up.

he held your arms behind your back, “ah ah doll, tell me what you said. i wanna hear it.” you struggled to find friction against him.

“i said i love you dal. i love you so much, please put it in again. i need your thick cock in me.. please..”

with a delighted chuckle, dallas shoved his cock back into you, your eyes rolled back as he slammed into you harder than before.

with each thrust, you felt your core tighten again, you clenched your pussy feel him more.

dallas felt what you were doing, he reached under you and put a thumb on your clit, rubbing slowly.

the knot in your stomach was becoming hard to suppress, dallas’ unfiltered moans didnt help.

his thrusts started to get sloppy and staggered, his cock twitched inside of you everytime you clenched down.

“dally ‘m gonna come, come with me?”

he smacked your ass in response, making you arch your back even further.

“yes doll, ‘m gonna come now. let me fill that sweet little pussy up.”

with a few more struggled thrusts, you felt him shoot his warm load inside of you. you released your 2nd orgasm, sending euphoria up to your brain. he continued to sloppily thrust before pulling out slowly.

he watched as cum dripped from your pulsing hole, he dragged his fingers up and pushed all of the white substance back in.

“so pretty when your all sweaty and ruined by me. you agree baby?”

all you could do was tiredly nod and make an incomprehensible noise. your head lay on the desk, drool leaving your mouth. you couldnt think at all.

✰ ✰ ✰

you woke up in a tight warm blanket. you barely remembered the night before, but when you tried to move, you realized that there was no blanket.

it was dallas.

“dal?”

dallas grunted in response.

“you stayed?”

he shifted his position until you were able to look up at him.

“f’course i stayed.”

you stayed silent, looking at his shut eyes.

“so..are we…?”

dallas groggily opened his eyes to look at you.

“what do you think doll. you think i stay with just anyone until morning?”

he planted a kiss on your forehead, before drifting back to sleep.

you knew he wasnt good with words, but that kiss was just enough.

✰ ✰ ✰

[guiltyfemcel]

Puppy Dog

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•ᴥ︎• Anon asked: Imagine reader being joost new dogsitter!! He’s away for tour or something and he constantly asks her for updates on his dogs :-)) when he returns they have some tension ?? Friends to lovers if u may

•ᴥ︎• a/n: tysm for the love on the first part of this series! i appreciate every note deeply n hope u like this part <3

•ᴥ︎• (dog) tags: 2.7k words, slow burn, slight yearning nothing crazy happens

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Part 2

The first weeks were much more interesting than you were prepared for, to say the least. Not for lack of preparation of course, Joost had made sure every little thing was perfect for you, even stocking the fridge and saying “You better not let this go to waste!” His dogs were much more than welcoming to you, always following like fuzzy shadows. They were extremely well trained, even if it took a couple of tries for them to understand what you were asking of them.

None of this is what made this favor interesting, what was interesting was the place you had found yourself in. Never before had you been so high strung in a friends house before. Its not like Joost hadn’t made you feel more than welcome, he was adamant that everything that was his was yours. Its just, you felt so out of place in such a personal facet of his life. You walked around like a human time bomb, not touching the many little trinkets littering the shelves, you caught yourself withdrawing from picture frames like they would jump out at you. It wasn’t that you were afraid he would be upset with you, even if you did manage to break something, but you couldn’t place why you felt so strongly while staying here.

It was easy to pretend you felt perfectly fine, especially with Joost at a distance. You told yourself it was just for a little while, that you wouldn’t pry where you weren’t needed. It was easy enough at first, but very soon came crumbling as you faced a small problem.

Joost would not. stop. texting.

It was incessant, he bombarded you from every angle. As soon as you got your brain off of the fact his entire life encompassed you, his little face popped up on your screen.

joosti

hai how r my babies doing!!

hope they have been behaving for you

Currently you sat in his living room, a lamp filled the room with a low warm light as the tv hummed. His dogs of course littered the room, two taking up the couch on either side of of you, two more at your feet, and one sleeping in a rocking couch across the room. You decided to snap a picture of the two resting on your thighs, fuzzy white muzzles laying perpendicular, glossy eyes following your movement as you shifted. You couldn’t help but to awe at the picture taken, like two little cherubs resting on your legs! Joost would kill you if he knew you had this picture on you and didn’t share, so you didnt wait to open his messages

mary puppins

*pic*

they r just as clingy as you…

joosti

my heart!! so cute ٩(ᐛ)و

but wait why does it look like they like you more than me

mary puppins

bc they do

this was all a ploy

im a dognapper!

joosti

WTFF!

You couldn’t help but let a laugh rip through the quiet air, it was funny how much you could hear his voice through the text. You asked how his first shows had been going, it was almost too easy to picture him saying his texts.

“ Yeah, Helsinki was great but the ride to Denmark was crazy, im super tired but it feels so worth it” you smiled at the screen, imagining how he must be reclined on the other side of the phone, then immediately covered your face, embarrassed by the thought of you sitting with a dumb smile by yourself.

mary puppins

saw some clips, seemed pretty crazy

hopefully ur able to get some rest now right?

joosti

yeah man tour bus bed is calling me (ᗒᗣᗕ)

at least i get to enjoy my bed alone finally

how have you been sleeping btw, they hog the sheets dont they 👀

Instantly your face heated at the messages, he didn’t know you were avoiding his room like the plague, you didn’t know why. Since he had left you had reserved yourself to the couch (which to be fair was quite comfortable), despite how he pleaded ‘it would be a shame to let his bed go cold’. You didnt want to lie to your friend but you had no real reason to being so avoidant, no reason that you wanted to face head on at least.

You stared at his face at the top of your messages, a picture of you both cropped to just him, the flash from the camera gave him red eyes but his beaming smile and flushed nose and cheeks were all you ever noticed. His picture stared right back at you and for the first time it brought frustration, how was it that you could be around him just fine, talking, laughing, even hugging, yet he turns his back and you start feeling like a damn schoolgirl? Pull yourself together! you remind yourself that forced “proximity” can do crazy things to the brain and how good a friend Joost is and look back at your phone screen.

mary puppins

sleep like a baby

easy knowing im not paying for heat 😴

joosti

well just know Abba likes to bite toes so… sleep tight!

Abba was the grey curly haired dog, currently curled up on the couch sound asleep, you also found him with one of your slippers in his mouth earlier so you aren’t too surprised.

mary puppins

is that why my sock was wet this morning…

Talking to Joost never failed to lift your spirits but you still couldn’t bring yourself to rest your head where he has. You lay down on the couch instead, shifting dogs around until you are comfortable, and grab the closest blanket and pillow. Your phone was resting on the coffee table, silent now that you both wished each other good night, telling him how pissed the fans would be at you if he was too tired at his next concert. You were cemented in place by dogs so there was no chance you were going anywhere (that’s what you told yourself, anyway). It wasn’t long before your eyes were fluttering shut, lulled to sleep by the sweet hum of the tv and the warm weight of fluffy dogs.

bzzzt bzzzt

The early sun slipped through the blinds, shining a blinding light right onto your sleeping face. You tried to shift away from the natural alarm but your legs were solidly trapped under you. Groggily slapping a hand over your face, you rubbed the crust from your eyes, still drunk on sleep you forced your eyes open. Confusion set in as you were met with your captor, Abba sat atop your legs looking back at you, uncaring as you shifted around. When you turned to grab your phone you were met with four more sets of eyes, surrounded by wagging tails waiting for you to wake up. Twisting between the dogs you grabbed your phone from the table to check the time.

It didn’t surprise you that it was well past when they would usually go out, that would explain the helicopter behavior. You squinted down at your notifications and saw joosts pink face at the top.

“take any pics on the walk today? ▼・ᴥ・▼“

You barely made out the message in your hazy stupor, opening up the camera you captured how you were trapped under one dog, then sloowwly panned ,one by one, to the rest looming over you. Chuckling, your fingers skated across the keyboard before you could think.

mary puppins

*vid*

didn’t get that far yet

help…

joosti

i tried to tell you they have no personal space lol

you watched as the typing bubble bobbed before dipping away briefly, pausing before returning to typing. By now you were more awake, shooing away dogs as you moved to start the day. You sat up on the couch, hands resting on your knees as you mentally prepared yourself for the day. When your hand buzzed again, you twisted your wrist upwards to look at what he said before your eyes widened in embarrassment.

“they kept you trapped on the couch im guessing?”

The message wasn’t necessarily pointed in anyway, but still you felt guilty like you had been caught in a lie. Your hand touched your warm cheeks, you felt stupid for feeling embarrassed but if you hadn’t sent that dumb video none of this would be on your mind right now. If Joost was standing here for any of this he would ask if you were feeling sick or something because this behavior was not ordinary. Luckily for you though he couldn’t see your strange reaction to his messages

mary puppins

yeah i kinda passed out ngl

being the best dog sitter is hard work 😓

Joosti

you make it look easy soldier 🫡

they start to get rowdy the longer you wait though

jus lyk

Just as the message shook your phone you heard the slam of a bedroom door. You jumped up eyes darting down to count the dogs sat around you. Counting four dogs you immediately followed the sound of shuffling, being led to the the open door of joosts room. Noises of a dog scuffling echoed through the shadowy room, you swallowed your pride, what type of sitter would you be to let Abba tear up his room.

you took a deep breath, stalking into the carpeted room you brushed the wall searching for a light switch.

Flick!

Your eyes shifted across the room, no immediate signs of a canine except the sound of chewing coming from the middle of the room. As you stepped in deeper you heard the sound coming from under his neatly made bed, just as you went to look under abba bounded right out. A dried bone hanging from his mouth as he looked up at you curiously. You let your hand scratch at his head before he turned and trotted off! leaving you standing in Joosts room by yourself feeling silly.

You turned in place looking at the room that was giving you such trouble. It was nicely organized, pictures and posters scattered the walls but the desk was strangely emtpy. You could tell the space was for his laptop, probably on the road with him by now. There was a shelf holding cds and records next to a small table that had a brown, worn record player. There weren’t many surfaces that weren’t covered in pictures of friends or postcards. Your eyes barely skimmed the pictures as you pulled out the desk chair, wondering if he had cleaned up extra because you would be here. A stitch plush was propped up in the seat, you lifted up the blue plush and felt lost in thought as you looked at him.

The relationship you had with Joost was perfect the way it was, it wasn’t often you could find such a genuine male friend. You didn’t want to complicate what you had by getting lost in your delusions.

The fresh air from the walk helped clear your mind a lot. You decided that you were done acting like a skittish fool and you deserved more than to sleep on the couch because of some butterflies. Plus now was the best time to sort out your ‘thoughts’ about Joost, considering he had no idea you were feeling funny.

You walked home feeling clear like the blue sky, determined to fully make yourself at home in his home. Of course on the way home Abba had to pick up the biggest stick on the planet and insisted on bringing it home.

“That thing is not even gonna fit through the door!” you spoke as if he could hear or respond, and recorded the response when you reached the door and Abba realized what you tried to warn him about. The video showed abba with his comically large stick, stuck outside the house cause it couldn’t quite fit.

On the other side of the phone, Joost blew up at the desperate effort of his pet, laughing as your voice spoke from the speaker:

“i tried to tell you Abba, that shit is not gonna fit in here”

Joosti

🤣🤣

tell him he cant just shove his wood anywhere

The next hours were spent caring for the dogs and routinely glancing at your phone to see Joost’s face looking back at you. Always either begging for more dog content or hysterically reacting to said content. His attention was never turned down from you though, You wondered if he had spent as much time talking to anyone else as he did you, even if it was just to check in with his pets. As you crossed your mental to do list off and the sun skated down the sky, you felt yourself grow more and more tired. When both you and the dogs had no more energy to spend, you dragged yourself up the steps the Joost’s room. You told yourself there was nothing to run from, you were free to have whatever unsettling response you wanted as long as you got over it before he came home.

Your heart thumped with every footstep, stalking closer to the closed door of Joost’s sanctuary. No big deal, you were in here this morning no problem! Your fingers curled around the door handle, swinging open the door before you could convince yourself against it.

The smell of him fully engulfed you, now that Abba wasn’t there to distract you, there was no escape from the way he consumed your senses. You pushed through, flicking on the lamp on the bedside table and filling the room in a comfortable dim blanket. You had already brushed your teeth in the second bathroom, not ready to spend more time in here than you needed too.

You stood over his made bed, deep blue sheets nicely folded over, untouched since you started staying here. Plugging in your phone to charge you pictured him doing the same as you, how the routine would carry him to sleep. You yanked open the sheets, as he must’ve many times, sliding into the sheets you wondered if he slept on the side you chose or next to you.

Your head lolled to the un used side of the bed, you pictured his profile resting next to you. So many times you had been so close to him but never used your memory to think of him like this. Sometimes when you really thought about the perfect hypothetical world where something was going on between you, it makes so much sense. Talking to him truly came so easy to you, your personalities meshed together so well other people seemed to struggle to understand the language you shared. Multiple times had you experienced a variety of people complementing his features, even the straightest men saying he was “suspiciously pretty” after a few drinks. You laughed when Joost had told you this , but it would be a lie if you said a few drinks didn’t make you wanna say the same thing.

A heavy sigh ripped through the air as you flipped yourself over, shoving your face into the soft pillow case that smelled like detergent. Another breath brought traces of his smell into your brain again and you tried your hardest to not think of how his sleeping figure would fit perfectly next to you, how you wished he would sleepily toss an arm over you and pull you closer. The pillow caught any groan you croaked into its side, you told yourself these thoughts were a side effect from your lackluster dating life. As soon as Joost was back you were gonna find a nice, charming date to finally take your mind off of the renowned friend you kept close.

You felt your eyes flutter closed as you thought of your perfect date to distract yourself. Someone tall and passionate, artistic and attractive but not conceited. Someone who would get your sense of humor and laugh at your jokes as hard as you laugh at theirs. This person sounded too perfect, a figment of your lonely imagination, but you used the image to fill the empty space beside you as you drifted off to peaceful sleep.

𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹𓁹

a/n: Endings kinda weak but Lmk how you liked this chapter and be free to leave any criticisms, i write to get better 💪🏾 so be honest n ty <3

[chiiyuuvv]

• PAIRING — bestfriend!xikers x gn reader (i think)

• GENRE — "imagine if we were dating" prompt, shy, fluff, angst in minjaes, screaming at hunters, yeah

• WORD COUNT — 880

• AUTHOR'S NOTE — i got this idea when i was reading some skz texts. Basically, you were saying "what if we were dating" but you already dating- wait lemme just

• TAGLIST — @lil-elle @hyunukitty

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

MINJAE ☆

Doesnt find your joke funny

Theres a very clear line of best friends and lovers and besides, theres no possible way you could like him back

Zoning out a lot, trying to understand his feelings more when he just blurts out what was on his mind. Because you guys are close, he could tell you anything, right?

“No, no its fine. I know you obviously dont like me and it’s okay, i just wanted to get it off my chest. Im sorry i made you uncomfortable.”

He was already on the verge of tears, but when you tell him you love him, more than just friends, he just bursts out crying ♡

JUNMIN ☆

Just goes along with it

Holds your hand, puts his arm around your shoulder. Refuses to call you by your name but babe

Likes that your getting flustered because hes screaming on the inside

Gets so into his role that he leans into you, your noses touching and hes about to kiss you. Until wait a minute and just pulls back with a sheepish smile

Daydreams for the rest of the day about the almost kiss. And when he drops you to your house, he finally does it ♡

SUMIN

Freezes; were you reading his thoughts? Were you able to somehow see his dreams? H-how did you know??

He tries to play it cool even though his face is burning red. "Y-yeah.. that'll be crazy right?! Haha.." he clears his throat

But to his dismay, you already knew about the massive crush he had on you, as he was very obvious

So you use that to your advantage, scooting extra close to him, your hands shadowing over his small ones

"I like you too, stupid." You would laugh, placing a soft kiss on his cheek as his face gets even redder ♡

JINSIK ☆

"Yeah, imagine if we were dating." He would take it as a joke, lying down and fantasizing about your lifes as a couple

"I would take you to this hot air balloon festival, since i know you've always wanted to go."

Has this smile on his face until he stops; were you actually serious?

You had to be joking, there was no way this was directed to him, right?

Almost stops breathing and his mouth is dropped open when you kiss his cheek. "I like you, jinsik." ♡

HYUNWOO ☆

Your question honestly made him sad

Because wdym “what if you were dating?” no, he didnt want to pretend. He wanted to live his dreams, he wanted to be with you

So he gets a little quiet, looking down as hes lost in his thoughts, a little teary eyed

Snaps out of it when you call his name, and would say he’s okay even though you know he’s lying

So with all courage, you confess to him. And when you’re done, he’d pour his heart out to you ♡

JUNGHOON ☆

He’s completely taken aback, the silence making you feel a little uneasy

“B-but i mean.” wouldnt even let you talk without pressing his lips against yours, his face completely red but he doesnt care

Would kiss you again if you tried to talk, getting to the point where hes just peppering your face with kisses

Would have the whole rant about how much he loves you

Then it would be your turn to cut him off with a kiss ♡

SEEUN ☆

Also freezes; the first time hes speechless

Theres a long awkward silence, your faces red and seeun twiddling with his thumbs

"I mean I- well we- or m-maybe-" struggles to find words

"We can definitely start it slow.. i-i mean, it you wanna, i can understand if you dont b-but you decide haha!!!"

After you agree that you wanna take it slow, he would have this shy smile on his face, holding both of your hands, looking down the entire time ♡

YUJUN ☆

Would have the cutest smile on his face

“Dating??” the giggles he would let out, gosh

Like jinsik, he would fantasize about how everything would go, his ears red

But that turns into convincing you to go on a date with him. He’d treat you so well, buying anything you want

“I mean.. I wouldnt mind. I already love you and i know you do too, so why not we just make it offical?” ♡

HUNTER ☆

"If we were dating?" He would stop as you were walking through the park

Has this cheeky smile on his face. "I think i would do this."

Grabs both of your hands with a warm smile, checking to see if you were comfortable before tucking some hair behind your ears, his eyes filled with love

"You're so pretty." He would mumble as he picks a flower out of a bush next to you

Lifts up your chin and slowly connects your lips, moving in a slow but meaningful pace ♡

YECHAN ☆

The boy would not stop giggling

"I-if we were dating?" He would burst out laughing, making you think he's making fun of the question

Would stop laughing when he notices your frown

"I-I mean.. if we were dating, it would be so nice and we would wake up together and text pick-up lines and-" his face was bright pink as he was rambling

Stops when he notices, "i-i'd think i like it.." ♡

[nerdyjaw]

Could I request either yandere Mikitaka or Joesph with a sick darling?

Thank you so much

yandere joseph joestar /w a sick reader hcs

content warnings (please read before continuing): isolation, illness, kissing while sick (dont do this!), dependency, yandere themes. mdni.

age in bio or you will be blocked.

this media is in no way being romanticized or normalized.

the actions in this media are a work of fiction and are not to be portrayed or mimicked in real life.

you are responsible for the media you consume. you have been warned.

joseph’s a funny guy. there’s no denying that. but as soon as he hears you cough? not a smile to be seen.

he immediately pressing his hand to your forehead and cheeks, immediately sits you down, immediately fetches a thermometer— all before you can even blink.

once it’s confirmed you’re actually sick, you’re not allowed to lift a finger. he insists on doing everything for you. feeding you, bathing you, holding your water glass to your lips like you’re porcelain. he’s around you a little bit too much now, and it’s pretty suffocating— but he means no harm (kinda.)

need to go to the bathroom? he’s walking you there, standing outside the door until you’re finished. need to throw up? he’s already got a bucket.

he pretends to be playful— but he gets a sick rush from how dependent you are on him. how you need him. the more you rely on him, the deeper he sinks his claws in.

he starts to use your illness as an excuse to isolate you. “i told the girls you’re too sick for visitors,” he says casually, phone already tucked away. “they’d just stress you out anyway. you’ve got me.”

keeps track of all your symptoms, your temperature, your sleep patterns. not just out of concern— he needs to know. needs to feel in control. if something worsens, he spirals fast.

probably starts blaming everyone and their mother for getting you sick. “probably someone on that bus you always take. i told you to let me drive you.”

“probably one of your friends. you hang around them too much.”

it’s all strategy— you don’t want to be this sick again, do you? okay.. so stop taking that bus. stop inviting your friends over so much.

he does not give a shit about personal space. no— he invades it. he’s kissing you like you’re not coughing up a storm, hugging you like you’re not highly contagious. he doesn’t care, though. anything you have, he doesn’t mind having it too.

if you try to push him away or argue that you’re “fine”, he’ll guilt trip you, big time. “really? you’re pushing me away when I’m trying to take care of you? after everything i’ve done?”

when you finally get better? he gets clingier. starts getting “worried” about a relapse. tells you to stay in bed one more day. then another. then another. you get the point.

if you’re chronically ill? its alot easier for him. you’re even more dependent on him. he can drag out all these extra precautions for longer!

no friends over. no taking the bus— hell, no leaving your house at all. period.

if you have a sickness that can lead to death? oh my. he still loves the dependency — but now he’s actively making sure you’re recovering. you’re not dying on him, no way.

what a rollercoaster.

[the-s1lly-corner]

I’ve read through some of your old posts and I gotta say…I love me some angst. May I kindly, pretty please with a plastic cherry on top, ask for TADC gang with an S/O who abstracted a while back, but then they ‘respawn’ one day with a glitch affect about them, and their memory was totally wiped? Like it was their first day in the digital world? The glitch affect doesn’t hurt them or anyone like what happened to Ragetha and Pomni btw.

TADC cast x mended!reader

so funny story i was about to sit down and work on this about 4 hours ago but then my parents said they were going to watch the fnaf movie in the garage and i literally dropped everything and watched it so uh uh. the reason the grind stopped was because of fnaf movie and now im kinda tempted to pick up my fnaf fic again anyways! i did a similar post, here! jax and caines parts here will be short, really only focusing on the glitch aspect for them in this post, since the other half has already been written!

CAINE:

just got flashed with an image but you know that scene where the iron giant is trying to pick the boy up but hes like limp or something and the giant pulls back (ive never watched iron giant i just know this clip from a meme) i think it would be like that if he tried to poof your glitching away; but like. in an emotional way, if that makes sense. like its the same kind of carefulness and worry, i think... bonus if he does more damage than not

JAX:

honestly a little too scared to even touch you out of the deep seeded fear of getting all glitchy as well. like he knows it wont spread to him, but you know...

POMNI:

similar to jax i think she would instinctively avoid touching you even though she knows its fine... the whole hand thing making her overly cautious for future scenarios, you know? i think she would slip up and accidentally bring up something you and her did before you abstracted, or call you an endearing name before abruptly stopping herself and trailing off, sad stuff. grief makes her tear between wanting to find an exit faster and trying to make you remember/stay for you

RAGATHA:

poor girl :( i think she would genuinely try to make an effort to re/befriend you and try not to have her hopes too high for the two of you to get back together. if you hear about your past relationship and want to learn more about it, shell tell you what you want to know, but i doubt she would instantly start dating you again if you suggest the two of you trying to give the relationship a second shot... i think that would need some time

KINGER:

bro is gonna be going through it, first he loses his possible wife to abstraction and now he lost you.. got you back, but you dont remember anything. on top of that you look.. off.. sure it doesnt hurt you but it still looks like it would be uncomfortable, even if it isnt

stuck between longing to rekindle your old relationship and letting you go in order to allow himself to process this grief; the third option is potential abstraction for himself

ZOOBLE:

tries not to care. they want to forget everything like you did, they were finally starting to be normal after your abstraction. but now your back in a clean slate, mind wiped and memories gone. how does someone cope with that? as much as it hurts them they think it would be best for them to pretend you were a stranger again

GANGLE:

saying it again, poor girl. mix of pomni and ragatha here i think, like she keeps messing up and verbally reminiscing before realizing you cant relate to what shes saying anymore. will tell you anything you want to know about the past, but i think it would take a lot longer for her to consider getting with you again than ragatha. for both its kind of a "i dont want them to feel obligated to try because we were together once" type deal

[unexpectedbrickattack]

old. man. yaois.

tiny gnome has very good senses and smells everything so much and so strongly. help him.

actually. going to keep this contained in the post and not in the tags bc its kink stuff and i think it should stay behind a readmore oop

spreading the 'old man engages in freak behavior' agenda...its not even freak behavior it is so tame for other shit i am writing w them LMAO musk is like whatever. its WHATEVER ! (its good) but my homebrew gnomes are based off of rodents and they have heightened senses of smell and hearing because of it and i think it is so funny to give my fave characters the most benign, yet debilitating kinks. Like bro im fine dw also u need to not be right next to me bc im going to go feral and i dont have it in my soul to explain why

i think its sooooo silly to have him already devote so much of his time to peppino and this business and now hes like god. what is that stickman meme picture of someone gripping their leg so hard its bleeding? thats gus hes like in his own hell. i think i wrote it before that peppino is sooooo aware of like. being a sweaty man and it makes him uncomfortable and he tries to avoid it but its like an inevitable facet of life and he deals w it the best he can. hes not smelly hes sweaty n musky and so working in the back w a hot oven means he ends his shifts absolutely drenched and miserable.

and gus is like👁️👁️ but hes a respectable man (tm) and he doesnt openly gawk n fawn. But. He is not shameless; he absolutely steals a shirt or two when he can and works w that for a while. he steals a shirt, keeps it, then rotates it w another shirt and when peppino is like WAA! My shirt !!! where did u disappear to??? Gus has to pretend he didnt snatch it away for like a month like the squirrel he is.

it (the thieving) would start before they get together and he would get caught a little while after they get together. like hey. not that i think that you think im stupid. but um. for like two years my shirts would disappear when u came over. like. after a couple of months it stops being a coincidence. so like. explain urself maybe?? and its definitely like a New feeling for gus, who is generally regarded as a dom (albeit a sweet one) to feel bashful about this but like in timid way that doesnt usually come naturally to him LOL. and i like the idea of peppino being an anxious little freak about soooo many things including sex, but when he gets more comfy w someone hes way more of a dick and blunt asshole (affectionate) and he absolutely would bully gus about this.

okay thats all i got just imagine my vision of gus and his little tail shooting straight up bc hes huffing this fucking shirt before he passes out for the night okay? and avoiding brick the next day bc beast to beast communication is real, okay? for me? thank u ....

[archer3-13]

oh wow a fire emblem post after a lot of not posting about fire emblem. its been slow and i dont care too much about heroes, sue me.

i've come to the conclusion that people get too hung up on the idea of whether felix was right or wrong about dimitri when it comes to discussions on their character dynamics [it all tends to be very felix focused anyways]. I would say that at the end of the day, the story needs felix to be wrong in order to work as it does and theres no getting around that.

as a result however, dimitris side of that dynamic often gets overlooked i think and its a shame, cause i would say its the most important factor in how that dynamic works. cause well felix hurls all manner of verbal abuse at him, dimitri never disabuses felix of those notions even when he's trying his hardest to pretend everything is fine. he just takes the abuse, and i would argue thats far more important to the dynamic and speaks a lot more to dimitris core characteristics.

what dimitri is, is sad, traumatized, and possessed of an intense self loathing that blends together into a self destructive cocktail. its not just that the dead are haunting him, its that the dead are haunting him by calling him a pussy ass bitch in the most violent way possible, all the while everything falls apart around him. and his response to this is to try and repress that sorrow and trauma as deep as he possibly can, because he has too much to do, not enough time, and everyones counting on him.

what dimitri isn't, is possessed of a hidden darkness that can only be expressed in violent rage and general monsterousness/assholery. certainly he can express those things, but they're always symptoms of whats happening around him and in the story. the inevitable reaction of all that misery hes so deeply repressed exploding in violent reaction to the cruelty of the world around him. And it is importantly cruelty and injustice that he's reacting to, remire village, the holy tomb, the entire god damn war phase etc. its why dimitris story is always importantly intertwined with the idea of having others to support you and your burdens.

anyways, guess what end of the stick felix latches onto during the academy phase!!

its grimly funny in a way, but what felix is essentially playing with dimitri is purity politics. people often overlook that canonically he was a very sweet and gentle child before the tragedy, and that his aloof prickly i studied the blade demenour is just a crude imitation of glenns personality [but yeah, sure, keep telling yourself that hes dealing with glenns death better then rodrigue]. and he practically grew up alongside dimitri, who he only ever knew as a kind and gentle boy as well. then the tragedy happens and uproots everything in his life, so he tries to find that stability again by going with dimitri in their first battle.

and that's where he sees that violent reaction dimitri sorrow can elect. and like a true gamer, felix rejects the idea that his [pure, sweet, gentle] dimitri could ever do or be like that. it must be a monster in a humans skin, a boar prince.

and like the tsundere idiot he is, felix takes it as his own duty [consciously or not] to act as the jailkeeper for that wild animal that's taken his friends place. possibly its executioner even. because felix is too caught up in his own grief to see beyond that rage, a rage he rejects the "true" dimitri of being capable of.

and, wadda ya know. dimitri being caught in a violent spiral of self hatred and anger at the injustices of the world, does nothing to disabuse felix of these notions. because he feels like he deserves to be abused by felix, and also because its easier to brush things off that way and pretend everything is normal.

and i find that a lot more interesting to view the relation between the two in and how it develops over the games story.

[aetheraa]

W-(et)-aitress || J.JK +18

WC: 9.3K

Tags: Waiter!Jungkook, Waitress/Supervisor!Reader, 18+ minors DNI, fingering, on the desk relations, slight angst, i dont know how to write tags!writer, tried to be funny, Waiter!Jin, Bartender!Namjoon, Bartender!Taehyung, Waiter!Jimin, Waiter!Hobi, Waiter!Yoongi, I really don't know how to do tags!writer

This is my first time 👉👈, well not writing but posting hihi. Enjoy!

Feeling a bit irritated more than usual, I plop down at one of the tables, holding a plate of food in one hand and my forgotten cappuccino from four hours ago in the other.

"How was your station?" Hoseok asks joining me a few moments later. The restaurant is finally empty, giving us a rare moment of quiet before we have to count today's cash.

"Pretty good," I sigh exhausted. "Probably around 50 or 60 guests across about 30 tables. Tips were nice though—some people even gave ten bucks. How about your upstairs shift?"

Hoseok shrugs, twirling spaghetti onto his fork. "It was chill. There was this cute girl at my table, but I chickened out and didn't make a move."

"Oh, do you mean the girl with the peek-a-boo hairstyle? Yeah, she was cute," I grin, sipping my cold ass cappuccino. I'd made it during a quiet moment, then abandoned it when things got hectic.

Hoseok smirks, pointing at my cup. "You're seriously drinking cappuccino at midnight?"

"You know how it is—I made it when it was quiet, then suddenly got slammed. But hey, it's still good. Try some," I slide the cup toward him.

He takes a sip and nods approvingly. "Damn, you should've been a bartender. This is nice."

"Thanks," I say, taking back the cup and glancing towards the stairs expectantly. "By the way, how’s that new guy, Jimin?"

"He's actually good," Hoseok replies with relief. "Finally someone who helps instead of creating more work."

I nod. "Glad to hear it."

"Speaking of helpful," Hoseok says with a teasing grin, "how was your shift with Jungkook? Still driving you crazy, or was he useful this time?"

"Jungkook’s fine," I smirk. "He's still adjusting to evening shifts, though. He was slow at first until I gave him a push." My eyes flicker toward the stairs again, waiting for Jungkook, who promised he'd join me once he finished counting the cash.

"Waiting for your husband?" Hoseok jokes, making me laugh nervously.

Just then, Jungkook comes into view from the hallway, balancing a plate piled high with food. Our eyes meet briefly, and he gives me a playful wink, making my heart skip a beat despite my efforts to look casual.

He sits next to Hoseok, sighing heavily.

"All done?" I ask, trying to act normal.

He nods, smiling softly. "Yeah, cash is counted. Took forever, but it's sorted now. Your report should be easy—I even organized everything extra neatly. Yoongi doesn't get that special treatment."

"Well, thanks," I say, hoping my cheeks aren’t too red.

Hoseok eyes Jungkook's overflowing plate, amused. "Rewarding yourself much?"

"Gotta eat something, right?" Jungkook shrugs, already digging in. "Evening shifts are exhausting. Usually, I don't even eat after lunch shifts."

"If you say so," I tease lightly.

I watch him eat hungrily, shaking my head amused. He's definitely cute, I'll give him that.

"Counting cash made you this hungry?" I joke, sipping my drink again.

He looks up with a playful smirk. "Working with you takes a lot of energy."

"Oh please," I chuckle. "I carried our whole shift. You’d still be restocking the wine fridge if I hadn't dragged you away."

"Sure, sure," Jungkook leans back lazily. "While you were hiding out back, pretending to be busy, I was dealing with all the difficult customers."

"Excuse me?" I shoot back, laughing. "I was running around making sure the food didn't burn under the heat lamp while you flirted for tips."

He shrugs cheekily. "Not my fault people like me."

"Or feel sorry for you," I tease back.

Hoseok groans loudly. "God, you two are unbearable. Don't forget, I'm still here suffering through this."

Jungkook and I exchange amused glances and respond in unison, "You chose to sit here."

Hoseok dramatically points between us. "No, you two decided to have your weird little work-date. Now I'm stuck as a third wheel."

I blush, while Jungkook laughs. "Hey, you're free to leave anytime."

"I would," Hoseok says, standing up, "but then you'd just spiral into some rom-com scene and forget to close."

I roll my eyes, smiling. "Oh God, Hoseok."

Jungkook chuckles softly as Hoseok walks away, turning back to me with a playful look. "Guess it's just us now."

I glance around the empty place, nodding slowly. "Looks like it."

He rests his chin in his hand, eyes playful. "Should probably start closing up, huh? Well, me mostly—you've still got your report."

I stretch lazily, standing up. "Maybe. Or we could sit here and keep arguing about who's the better worker."

He laughs, pushing away from the table. "As if you're winning that one. By the way, what's with your food?"

"I'll take it home," I reply lightly, grabbing my plate and heading into the kitchen to pack it up.

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The office is tucked away in the mezzanine, slightly elevated between the ground floor and the second floor of the restaurant.

From my spot at the desk, I can hear faint sounds from both levels—Hoseok aggressively moving chairs and blasting his music upstairs, and Jungkook downstairs trying out yet another questionable cleaning technique.

Yoongi warned me earlier that Jungkook loves inventing new 'cleaning techniques' to 'optimize his work.' The door to the office is open, letting me hear every creative attempt in real time.

After correcting a mistake Jungkook made on his report, the numbers finally match up. With a satisfied sigh, I lean back in the chair. My shift is officially over.

Just as I’m about to stretch, a sudden clang echoes from downstairs.

I pause.

Another noise follows—something aggressively shoved aside.

"...Jungkook?" I call out, already suspicious.

There's a brief silence, then a casual response: "I got it."

I press my lips together and move toward the railing overlooking the ground floor.

Below, Jungkook stands near the bar, looking way too pleased with himself. The chair next to him is slightly out of place, yet he stands there casually spinning a broom between his fingers.

Crossing my arms, I ask, "Got what, exactly?"

He looks up, meeting my eyes, causing my breath to catch slightly. His stupid—but undeniably cute—grin appears.

"Everything," he says smoothly. "Under control."

I narrow my eyes. "Why don’t I believe you?"

"Because you have trust issues?" he replies, tilting his head teasingly.

I let out a slow breath, shaking my head as I make my way downstairs. His gaze remains fixed on me the entire time, like he's waiting for me to scold him—again.

By the time I reach him, he hasn't moved, still effortlessly spinning the broom.

"You know we're supposed to clean the place, right?" I say, tilting my head. "No renovations?" His gaze makes my cheeks flush.

"I was just… optimizing the space," Jungkook smirks, he's clearly aware of his effect on me.

Something shifts in the air between us. I'm not sure what to call it, but I definitely feel it.

"Oh?" I tighten my crossed arms. "And the loud crash earlier?"

He steps closer, further reducing the already small distance between us, his eyes never leaving mine.

"An experiment in efficiency," he says, vaguely gesturing.

I deadpan, "You dropped something, didn’t you?"

He lifts his chin defiantly. "It was strategic."

Shaking my head, I step around him towards the counter. "Uh-huh. What's your strategy for finishing before sunrise, then?"

"Ah," Jungkook scratches his head, "that's where you come in."

"Me?" I pause, raising an eyebrow.

He leans against the broom, grinning. "You could just stand there judging me all night. Or—" he gestures towards the counter—"you could grab a cloth and help, since you're already here."

I narrow my eyes playfully. "I prefer option one, but fine. You did break something though, right?"

He grins wider. "Only one glass."

"I'm deducting that from your tips," I joke lightly.

Hoseok’s voice suddenly echoes from upstairs. "If you two keep flirting instead of finishing your work, I'll lock you in and leave!"

I laugh, shaking my head. "He's so dramatic. How did he even hear us?"

Jungkook chuckles, straightening up. "He's definitely gonna tease us about this forever. Mimimi flirting at work."

"That's not flirting. I'm just educating you," I lie smoothly, grabbing a cloth from behind the bar. "But if we actually finish cleaning, he'll have one less thing to complain about."

Jungkook watches me begin wiping down the counter, his smirk softening into something gentler. "Look at you," he muses. "So responsible."

I shoot him a sideways glance, smiling. "Someone has to be."

He exhales a quiet laugh, rolling up his sleeves and returning to mopping. After a while, Hoseok comes back downstairs, bag slung over his shoulder, dramatically sighing "Finally."

"Alright, I'm out. Finished everything I needed to do. Y/N, we did good today," Hoseok smiles brightly, giving me a high-five.

"Thanks, Hoseok," I reply warmly. "See you tomorrow."

Jungkook nudges my arm lightly as Hoseok leaves. "Bet he misses us already."

I roll my eyes, quickly turning my head away to hide the blush from his brief touch.

------

With the last of the cleaning done, I mentally go through my checklist again.

“Did Namjoon restock before he left?” I ask, already heading towards the bar.

Jungkook, leaning lazily against one of the tables, hums in confirmation. “Yeah, he did. Even gave me a whole lecture about ‘proper organization.’”

“Well, you could use it sometimes,” I tease, grinning at him.

He shoots me a playful smirk, shaking his head softly.

Opening the fridge under the bar, I'm met with a perfect Namjoon-level organization: bottles neatly lined up, extra fruit prepared, napkins stacked—everything facing the same way.

“That man takes restocking way too seriously,” I mutter, shaking my head with mild amusement.

Jungkook chuckles softly. “Yet, you're clearly impressed.”

I shoot him a look. “It’s called appreciating good work. You should try it sometime—maybe you'll earn some of my appreciation too.”

Jungkook gasps dramatically, pressing a hand over his heart. “Ouch. Was that almost an insult?”

I roll my eyes, already heading toward the stairs. “I need to check if Taehyung actually restocked upstairs or just pretended until Namjoon left.”

Jungkook trails behind me, laughing softly. “I bet he sighed dramatically the entire time.”

“Oh, definitely.”

Upstairs, I quickly scan the shelves near the bar and am pleasantly surprised to find everything in place—glasses restocked, straws refilled, and even drink stirrers.

“Huh,” I mutter, double-checking the napkin dispenser.

Jungkook leans in, looking over my shoulder a bit too closely. “Surprised he did his job?”

“No,” I reply, smirking lightly as I close the dispenser. “Just surprised he did it without forcing him.”

Jungkook grins. “Miracles happen.”

I shake my head, ticking off the last item on my mental checklist. “Alright, final thing—the tables downstairs.”

Jungkook groans dramatically as we head back down. “You really love dragging this out, don’t you?”

I glance at him sideways. “Sorry, would you prefer to come back to a mess tomorrow?” Though, if I’m honest, part of me just enjoys spending time with my annoyingly attractive coworker.

He sighs exaggeratedly. “No, boss.”

“You’re learning.”

Together, we move through the dining area, quickly setting up for tomorrow’s opening shift. Despite Jungkook’s playful complaints about how long it’s taking, he actually works efficiently alongside me.

Suddenly, Jungkook casually tosses a napkin onto a table, zero effort involved. I stop, staring at the crumpled, pathetic-looking napkin.

“Seriously?” I deadpan.

He raises an eyebrow innocently. “What?”

I gesture toward the napkin. “Would it kill you to put in a little effort?”

Jungkook’s grin widens. “Thought you liked fixing things I mess up.”

I narrow my eyes playfully. “I like seeing the job done properly.”

“Interesting,” Jungkook says slowly, meticulously straightening another napkin. “You never make me redo anything. You always just fix it yourself.”

I pause, caught off guard to be honest.

Before I can think of a comeback, his smirk returns. “Almost like you have a soft spot for me.”

I blush faintly, quickly finishing up my table. “Don’t push it.”

Jungkook chuckles as he watches me meticulously adjust the placement of a fork. “Wow, the precision. You're really out here fighting for excellence, huh?”

I sigh dramatically. “Some of us care about standards, Jungkook.”

He leans against a chair, crossing his arms casually. “And some of us think you just enjoy bossing me around.”

Matching his stance, I tilt my head playfully. “And you clearly enjoy it.”

His lips twitch as if fighting back a smile. “Maybe I do.”

Finally done, I glance around the spotless restaurant, satisfied. “Alright. Now we're officially finished.”

Jungkook stretches his arms, rolling his shoulders. “Finally. Thought you'd keep me hostage forever.”

Grabbing my bag, I head toward the door. “Careful. Hoseok will hear you from miles away and think you actually like staying late with me.”

Jungkook hums, falling into step beside me. “Would that be so bad?”

I pause briefly at the door before locking up, not about to give him the satisfaction of a straightforward answer.

Shaking my head with a slight smile, I adjust my bag strap. “Let’s go before you get any more ideas.”

He chuckles quietly, hands slipping into his pockets as he walks alongside me. “Too late.”

And somehow, I get the feeling he's only half-joking.

----

The next evening, I step into the restaurant, tying up my hair as I glance at the schedule. I already know who's working tonight but double-check anyway.

And sure enough—

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I mutter, staring at Jungkook's name listed for the evening shift.

As if on cue, Jungkook strolls in behind me, looking far too pleased with himself for someone who wasn't even scheduled.

“Miss me already?” he teases, leaning casually against the counter.

I give him a flat look. “You’re not even supposed to be here tonight.”

He shrugs casually. “Yeah, well. Someone called out, and I’m just such a team player. More effort you said, right?”

I narrow my eyes suspiciously. “You volunteered?”

“Just for you,” he winks.

Before I can respond, Namjoon chimes in from behind the bar. “Actually, the manager just asked who was available, and Jungkook jumped in before anyone else had a chance.”

I raise an eyebrow at Jungkook, who doesn't look even slightly guilty.

“Wow,” I say slowly. “Almost like someone wanted to work with me.”

Jungkook smirks, crossing his arms confidently. “Closing shifts with you are just too fun to pass up.”

Before I can fire back, another voice joins the conversation.

“Oh, this is interesting,” Jin muses, approaching with a knowing grin. “Didn't realize we had front-row seats to a drama tonight.”

I sigh. “It's not drama. It's just Jungkook being annoying—as usual.”

Jungkook presses a hand dramatically to his chest. “Annoying? I'd say charming.”

Jin snorts, clearly amused. “Sure, whatever helps you sleep at night.”

Namjoon shakes his head, adjusting a row of glasses. “Can you two at least pretend to be professional tonight?”

Jungkook's grin widens mischievously. “I don't know what you're talking about. I'm always professional.”

I laugh shortly. “Oh yeah? Then I expect absolutely no distractions from you tonight.”

Jungkook tilts his head, his smirk growing more playful. “Interesting—because I think you're the one who keeps getting distracted by me.”

I hesitate for half a second—just enough for Jin to burst into laughter.

“Oh my god, he's getting bold,” Jin wheezes, clapping Namjoon on the shoulder. “You hearing this?”

Namjoon sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. “Unfortunately, yes.”

I roll my eyes, refusing to let Jungkook win. “Wow, someone's confident today.”

Jungkook grins confidently. “You'd know.”

Exhaling sharply, I grab a tray to avoid further arguing. “Alright, enough. Get to work, all of you.”

Jin salutes dramatically. “Yes, ma’am.”

But Jungkook doesn't move immediately. Instead, he steps closer, his voice dropping enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“You're cute when you're bossy,” he murmurs before casually walking toward the dining area.

I blink, stunned. Wait, what?

Jin stares at me, mouth slightly open. “Did he just—”

Namjoon sighs again. “I need a drink, and we haven't even had a 5 oat-milk-or-cow-milk cappucino orders yet.”

I shake my head, hiding a smile as my cheeks heat up.

This shift is definitely going to be a long one.

--------

The evening at the restaurant is already full of activity. I move quickly between tables, making sure guests have everything they need and the service runs smoothly.

Tonight, Jungkook is actually being helpful, stepping in to lend a hand whenever I’m busy.

Yet, something feels off.

I notice how Jungkook seems to always end up exactly where I am. His eyes linger just a moment too long whenever our paths cross.

Whenever we both reach for items behind the bar, he moves slightly closer than necessary. If I’m going left, Jungkook also deliberately chooses left instead of picking the other side.

It’s obvious he knows I’m aware of his actions.

“You seem distracted,” Jungkook says casually when I pass him near the register.

I stop suddenly, turning to give him a sharp look. “I'm not distracted.” It's clearly a lie.

He tilts his head slightly, pretending innocence. “Oh, really? Because you just walked past table seven without refilling their water bottle. It's completely empty, and that's something you usually never miss.”

My jaw tightens, and I quickly glance over at table seven, only to find Jin already taking care of it.

Jungkook chuckles softly beside me. “Don’t worry. I handled it for you.”

Taking a deep breath, I reply, “Oh, how generous of you.” My tone is sarcastic, but my face feels warm.

He leans against the counter, smiling that annoying yet charming smile of his. “Exactly. I mean, what kind of coworker would I be if I didn't help out when you're clearly so distracted by thoughts of me?”

I stare at him, momentarily at a loss for words. “Jungkook.”

“Yeah?”

“Go do your actual job before I throw a menu at your face—the hard side first.”

He only grins wider. “If it means getting your attention, I might just let you.”

I seriously consider throwing the menu.

From behind the bar, Jin dramatically wipes away a pretend tear. “Honestly, this is the most entertaining thing I've seen all week.”

Namjoon, standing next to Jin, sighs deeply and shakes his head. “This is even worse than watching Taehyung pretend he's cleaning.”

Jungkook offers them a playful wink before heading off to take another order.

I press my fingers to my temples, muttering quietly, “I hate him.”

Jin leans casually on the counter, smirking knowingly. “Oh, definitely. That must be why your face is turning red right now.”

I shoot him an irritated look, quickly grabbing a serving tray and walking away before he has a chance to make another embarrassing remark. This shift is definitely turning into something more complicated than I expected.

-------------------

The shift winds down, finally giving me a moment to breathe. Namjoon is handling the final cleanup at the bar, and Jin is counting the last few receipts—our usual end-of-night routine.

But Jungkook is still lingering around.

I catch him staring at me from across the room as I finish cleaning up the last table.

“You done staring, or do you need a picture?” I ask, without looking up.

Jungkook grins, leaning casually against a chair. “Oh, I don’t need a picture. I see this live every night. Lucky guy, huh?”

I sigh, shaking my head while sorting through the notes in my purse. “Unbelievable.”

Jungkook chuckles, pushing away from the chair and moving closer to me. “Hey, you like it.”

I glance up at him with a raised eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”

Jungkook leans in slightly, lowering his voice to almost a whisper. “Because if you really wanted me to stop,” he murmurs, “you would’ve shut me down a long time ago. You're the supervisor, after all.”

I hold his gaze, feeling my heartbeat quicken slightly.

I could shut him down. I probably should.

Instead, I let the silence linger, just long enough for his smirk to deepen.

“Thought so,” he says confidently, stepping back just as Jin calls out loudly from the bar.

“If you two are done eye-fucking, some of us are trying to go home!”

I whip around, my cheeks burning. “JIN!”

---------

The next day starts off like every other. Jungkook is covering the evening shift again, staying annoyingly close to me.

Surprisingly, he's working efficiently today—something unusual, but I’m not complaining. The restaurant is insanely busy, so his help is actually appreciated.

Finally, the last customers leave, and the restaurant falls quiet except for Hoseok's dramatic complaints about a customer.

"This guy asked me to switch the side dishes from the steak to the fish. Then, right after I sent the order to the kitchen and they started preparing it, he called me back and wanted to switch it again! The kitchen nearly killed me!" Hoseok whines, making me laugh.

I stretch my arms above my head, sighing deeply. “Alright, enough gossip. Let’s finish up quickly so we don’t end up stuck here all night.”

Jungkook, who’s been leaning against the counter doing absolutely nothing, flashes a playful grin. “Define ‘quickly.’”

I give him a flat look. “Quickly means you actually helping instead of just standing there trying to look pretty.”

Jungkook’s smirk widens as he rolls up his sleeves and grabs a rag. “So, you do think I look pretty?” Hoseok lets out an exaggerated "uhhh," clearly entertained.

I groan, rolling my eyes. “Oh my god, Jungkook, just work.”

He chuckles softly before finally starting to help. Namjoon is finishing up behind the bar, and Jin is at the register, looking like he's about to explode from concentration.

“You handle the tables; I'll stack the chairs,” I instruct, moving towards the dining area.

Surprisingly, Jungkook follows without a fuss, something I definitely notice as unusual. We quickly get into a rhythm: he flips chairs onto tables, and I clean the surfaces, resetting napkins and silverware neatly for tomorrow.

Of course, Jungkook can’t stay quiet for long.

“You know,” he begins casually, “this whole ‘bossing me around’ routine is starting to feel personal, but it’s kinda hot.”

Ignoring the second part of his comment, I scoff. “Oh, it got personal the moment you started slacking off.”

Jungkook grins widely, placing the last chair up before leaning casually against it. “You love having me around.”

“I tolerate you; that's the difference, sweetie,” I correct him, moving past him to fix a table setting.

His eyes widen slightly, cheeks flushing pink. "Sweetie, huh?”

He watches closely as I align the silverware with extreme precision. “But you tolerate me so much you've never even asked Hoseok to switch floors.”

I pause briefly, adjusting the forks again. “Maybe I just like when things are done properly. Hoseok wouldn’t boss you around nearly enough.”

Jungkook hums thoughtfully, stepping closer. “Or maybe you actually enjoy working with me.”

I turn sharply to glare at him, but he's far too close now, and that smug grin of his is annoyingly attractive. He's not exactly wrong. Maybe.

“Jungkook,” I warn, trying to sound firm.

He grins even wider, almost mockingly. “Y/N.”

I take a deep breath, refusing to give him the satisfaction of knowing how flustered I actually feel. “Stack the last chairs, and we're done.”

He chuckles, stepping back at last. “Yes, sweetie.”

From behind the bar, Namjoon sighs loudly. “Are you two gonna flirt all night, or can we actually lock up sometime this century?”

Jin snorts, flipping through receipts with a smirk. “Let them have their fun. It’s like watching a real-time rom-com.”

I swear I can sense Jungkook’s grin even before he speaks.

“You hear that?” he says, glancing toward me with an exaggerated gesture. “We’re cinematic. Absolute cinema.”

I bury my face in my palms, groaning. “I seriously hate all of you.”

Namjoon laughs softly, finishing up the bar area. “Alright, I’m leaving now. Don’t forget to set the alarm before you leave,” he warns, pointing specifically at Jungkook and me. “And please, no distractions.”

I roll my eyes, smiling slightly. “Goodnight, Joon.”

“Night, lovebirds!” Jin calls teasingly, following Namjoon out the door with Hoseok tagging along behind him.

The moment the door closes, the restaurant suddenly feels far too quiet.

I glance at Jungkook. “Alright. Let’s—”

But Jungkook is still standing there, smirking.

I sigh heavily. “What's with that look on your face?”

He tilts his head teasingly. “So… lovebirds, huh?”

I groan again, exasperated. “Can you let even one thing go?”

He leans casually against a nearby table, crossing his arms. “Absolutely not.”

Shaking my head, I turn back to mentally double-check everything one last time. My face feels warm, and Jungkook definitely notices. I’m starting to realize these shifts will probably never feel normal again.

-----------------

For the past few weeks, Jungkook had been stuck on the lunch shift—something about balancing schedules, training Jimin to become the lunchtime supervisor already, or whatever excuse the manager had given. Honestly, the specifics didn't matter to me.

What did matter was that my usual evening shifts had been… different. Quieter.

Not that I'd ever admit it.

The most I'd seen of Jungkook lately was during shift changes—him clocking out just as I clocked in. A quick nod, a lazy wave, and occasionally a teasing, "Don’t miss me too much, babe."

Yeah, "babe." He'd randomly started calling me that for reasons I still didn't fully understand.

I'd roll my eyes, push past him, pretending I wasn't secretly waiting to see if he'd add anything else.

But today?

Today, he was finally back on the evening shift.

And of course, the universe wasted no time testing my patience.

I was in the bathroom, trying to fix my hair before the shift officially began. Standing in front of the mirror, I struggled to tie my ponytail neatly, but a few stubborn strands refused to cooperate, constantly slipping free no matter how many times I tried to secure them.

I was mid-struggle when the bathroom door clicked shut behind me.

“You need help?”

My eyes met Jungkook’s reflection in the mirror.

I scowled slightly, already feeling my face heating. “Do you ever knock?”

He ignored the question entirely, stepping closer instead. “Do you always take this long?”

“I didn't realize I was being timed,” I muttered under my breath, still battling with my stubborn hair.

Jungkook clicked his tongue, a sound that somehow managed to sound both amused and impatient. Then—without any warning—he reached forward.

Before I could react, his fingers brushed against mine, gently taking the hair tie from my hand.

My breath caught in my throat, a strange mix of irritation and excitement.

“What are you—”

“Stay still,” he murmured softly, already gathering my hair with an ease that surprised me.

My heartbeat instantly sped up, pounding uncomfortably loud in my ears.

Jungkook was close.

Too close.

I could feel his chest barely brushing against my back, his breath warm and steady against my temple. His hands moved gently yet confidently, smoothing and pulling my hair back with careful precision. Each soft tug made my skin tingle, something I stubbornly refused to acknowledge.

"You’re gonna pull too tight," I whispered, far quieter than I'd intended.

Jungkook hummed softly, securing the hair tie perfectly without causing any discomfort. "Relax, Y/N. I know what I’m doing."

My stomach flipped nervously at his closeness. This was definitely new territory.

"You do this often?" I asked, aiming for a casual indifference I certainly didn't feel.

Jungkook smirked slightly in the mirror, adjusting the ponytail just so. "I grew up with an older brother who hated doing his daughter’s hair. I had to learn something."

I exhaled slowly, deliberately ignoring how warm his fingers felt brushing against my neck. "Well, thanks, I guess."

Jungkook’s gaze caught mine in the mirror, his smirk deepening in satisfaction. "See? You do need me."

I rolled my eyes, suddenly eager to escape the intensity of the moment. Stepping forward quickly—maybe too quickly—I barely made it a step before Jungkook reached out, gripping my wrist firmly but gently, pulling me to a halt.

“Whoa, slow down,” he said, his voice soft yet full of amusement. “You’re really gonna pretend that wasn’t a moment?”

Heat rose swiftly to my cheeks, betraying my attempt at nonchalance. “There was no moment,” I insisted, even though we both knew it was a lie.

Jungkook tilted his head slightly, eyes twinkling with clear amusement. “You sure about that?”

I refused to meet his eyes again, instead reaching determinedly for the door handle. "We have a shift to start," I muttered stubbornly.

He released my wrist easily enough, but as I stepped quickly out of the bathroom, I could practically feel his smirk burning into my back, lingering long after I’d moved away.

As I walked toward the dining area to start the shift, my heart still raced, and I found myself unable to shake the lingering warmth on my skin from his touch. Yeah, this shift was definitely going to be even more complicated than I'd expected.

--------------------------

The initial rush at the beginning of the evening finally slowed, allowing me to catch my breath and chat casually with Taehyung, who was working the downstairs bar tonight. I leaned comfortably against the counter, rolling my shoulders to ease some tension as we joked around about anything that came to mind.

My attention drifted momentarily to Jungkook, who was standing near one of the high tables, casually wiping down a tray while talking to a guest—a female guest.

I hadn't meant to pay close attention, but my gaze lingered longer than intended.

She leaned in slightly, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger, her expression unmistakably flirtatious.

Not that it surprised me. Jungkook had always been effortlessly charming, easy to talk to, and attractive enough to draw attention without even trying.

Yet, it wasn't her behavior that captured my interest—it was Jungkook’s reaction.

He wasn't really engaging with her. He nodded politely now and then-probably for the tips-, offered small smiles, but there was none of the playful teasing or lively interaction that usually marked his conversations. He simply looked… bored.

I quickly turned my attention away, feeling oddly unsettled.

Jin, stacking menus nearby, must have caught me staring. He smirked knowingly. “Looks like someone’s got an admirer.”

I scoffed dismissively. “Happens all the time. Not my problem.”

Jin hummed softly, not convinced. “You sure about that?”

“Just focus on your job, Jin,” I shot back grinning. But deep down, his comment irked me more than I wanted to admit.

Jin chuckled quietly but thankfully let it go. Taehyung, however, gave me a pointed look, clearly aware of my maybe-more-than-tiny crush on Jungkook.

Later, during a rare quiet moment, Jungkook and I stepped outside the back entrance for a short break. The cool night air felt refreshing against my skin as I cradled a freshly made cappuccino, savoring the brief respite from the bustling restaurant. I knew Jin could manage the floor without us for a bit.

Jungkook stretched his arms overhead, groaning exaggeratedly. “If one more customer asks for something not on the menu, I might actually lose it.”

I leaned back against the brick wall, sipping my drink with a small smile. “You survived two weeks of lunch shifts. Shouldn't you be used to difficult requests by now?”

He rolled his eyes dramatically. “Lunch shifts are different. Customers just want quick meals and leave. But evening? It’s non-stop drama.”

I chuckled softly, shaking my head. “You’re always so dramatic.”

Before he could retort, the back door swung open abruptly.

It was her again.

The girl from earlier.

“Uh, normally this exit is for personnel only?” My tone was questioning, but she completely ignored me.

Jungkook blinked, clearly caught off guard by her sudden appearance. She stepped closer, briefly glancing at me—acknowledging my presence for barely a second—before directing her attention solely to him.

“Hey,” she began sweetly, her eyes locked on Jungkook. “I hope I’m not interrupting?”

"No, just using the wrong door and ignoring me," I thought, biting back a sarcastic remark.

Always polite, Jungkook shook his head slowly. “No, what's up?”

She shifted slightly, biting her lip nervously. "So, I was wondering if you'd like to give me your number?"

Silence followed.

I blinked, momentarily stunned, glancing down at my own hand as if to check if I'd suddenly become invisible.

Jungkook didn’t respond right away. He didn't fidget, smirk, or even look at me for guidance. He just sighed quietly before offering her a small, apologetic smile.

“Ah… thanks, but I’ll have to pass.”

My head snapped towards him, brows furrowing in surprise.

She hesitated. “Oh. Really?”

Jungkook nodded kindly. “Yeah, I've got someone else on my mind. But thanks for asking.”

My gaze immediately snapped back to him, confused by his unexpected honesty.

The girl paused briefly, then laughed awkwardly. “Well, you can't blame me for trying, right?”

Jungkook chuckled softly, easing the tension. “Guess not.”

With one final awkward smile, she turned around and disappeared back into the restaurant.

"Wrong door again," I muttered quietly before turning fully towards Jungkook, staring at him intently, trying to read his expression.

He sighed softly, running a hand through his hair. “Well, that was—”

“You turned her down?” I interrupted, my curiosity winning out.

Jungkook looked at me like I was the one acting strangely. “Uh… yeah?”

I crossed my arms, defensive and confused. “Why?”

He tilted his head slightly, eyebrows raised as if my question made no sense. “Because I wasn't interested in her?”

My frown deepened. “Since when do you turn down pretty girls who ask for your number?”

Jungkook smirked, stepping closer just a bit, eyes sparkling with mischief. “Why? You think I should’ve said yes? Can't do that in front of my work wife.”

Heat rose quickly to my cheeks. “I don’t care what you do. And I'm not your work wife!”

Jungkook hummed skeptically, clearly unconvinced. “Sounds like you care. And according to Jin, you definitely are.”

I scoffed in frustration. “I—”

Jungkook leaned in even closer, voice dropping slightly. “What's wrong?”

My jaw tightened, irritation and embarrassment battling inside me. But before I could reply, the door swung open again, breaking the tension.

“Break’s over, lovebirds! No, seriously, it's getting busy again,” Jin announced cheerfully, clearly amused.

Without another word, I turned sharply, storming past Jungkook back into the restaurant.

Jin chuckled, following closely behind and patting Jungkook on the shoulder. “You're really enjoying this, aren't you?”

Jungkook merely grinned wider, eyes twinkling. “More than you know.”

--------

“Alright,” I muttered, flipping through the closing checklist. Actually writing down tasks instead of relying on my memory had definitely been one of my better ideas lately. “I just need to grab a couple things from the storage room, and then we’re done.”

Jungkook, still lazily leaning against the counter, tilted his head slightly, watching me with amusement. “Want some company?”

I glanced at him with mild annoyance. “I think I can manage napkins and menus on my own.”

He smirked, tapping his fingers rhythmically on the counter. “If you say so.”

Ignoring his smug expression, I headed toward the storage room, pushing open the heavy door and flicking on the dim overhead light.

Shelves stacked high with extra stock lined the walls—glassware, utensils, cleaning supplies. I stepped deeper inside, scanning labels carefully, stretching on tiptoes to reach the box of menus stacked precariously on the top shelf.

The door creaked behind me.

I didn’t even need to turn around to know who it was.

“You can’t be serious,” I muttered.

Jungkook’s voice dripped with smugness. “You were taking too long.”

I exhaled sharply, stubbornly reaching up for the box. “I can handle this. Plus, I've literally been gone for like five minutes.”

“Five minutes too long,” he teased lightly, stepping closer. “Looks like you’re struggling, babe.”

Before I could fire back, he was right behind me.

I froze, my heartbeat suddenly loud in my ears.

His fingers brushed gently against mine as he effortlessly pulled the box down, carefully lowering it between us.

“There,” he murmured softly, his voice way too close for comfort. “No tragic accidents today.”

My pulse quickened. “Congratulations, you saved me.” My voice sounded weaker than I’d hoped.

Jungkook chuckled quietly, placing the box aside, but he didn’t step away. Instead, he tilted his head slightly, eyes dancing over my face, seemingly debating something.

His gaze flickered down to my lips, back up to my eyes, then again lower.

The small space between us seemed to shrink even further.

“You’re still in my way,” I whispered, trying to sound firm.

He smirked gently. “You could ask me to move.”

But I didn’t.

He exhaled softly, and in that moment, I realized just how close we truly were. His body hovered mere inches from mine, warmth radiating between us.

“You missed me, didn’t you?” His voice had dropped lower, teasing but sincere beneath it.

My throat tightened slightly. “You wish.”

Jungkook leaned in ever so slightly closer, shifting the atmosphere around us. “Then say no.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but nothing came out.

Because the truth was—I did miss him.

I missed the banter, the teasing, the way he effortlessly managed to push all my buttons, how he lingered just a bit too close and invaded my thoughts far more than I wanted to admit. Even his stupid nicknames had grown on me.

His fingertips gently brushed the edge of my waist, the touch so soft it almost felt imagined.

My breath caught sharply.

"Thought so," he murmured, his smile softer now, eyes warmer.

For a brief second, my heart raced wildly, thinking he might actually—

Then, of course, the universe intervened.

The storage room door swung open abruptly.

“Are you two—oh my god.”

Jin’s loud, startled voice echoed dramatically through the small space.

I jumped back so fast I nearly collided with the shelf behind me. Jungkook, annoyingly composed as always, merely turned his head calmly, totally unfazed.

Jin blinked rapidly, processing the scene before dramatically pointing at us. “I knew something was up!”

Groaning, I rubbed my temples, feeling a headache forming. “Jin—”

“Oh, don't ‘Jin’ me,” he interrupted cheerfully, grinning widely. “I was just checking why this was taking forever, and suddenly I’m on set for some romantic K-drama? Next time, I'll bring you some open wine from the bar.”

Jungkook stuffed his hands casually into his pockets, looking thoroughly entertained. “Perfect timing, hyung.”

Jin feigned offense, holding his hands up in mock surrender. “Oh, pardon me for interrupting your secret storage room rendezvous.”

I stormed past him without another word, shoving the box into his arms forcefully. “We are absolutely not doing this right now.”

Jin raised his eyebrows suggestively. “No, please, carry on. I can leave—”

I shot him a glare that silenced him instantly, though his smirk remained firmly in place.

Jungkook, with zero remorse, casually brushed past me on his way out, still smiling smugly. “See you out there, boss.”

I exhaled sharply, gripping the shelf for support as I collected myself.

This shift was officially going to drive me insane.

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The restaurant was finally quiet.

Jin, Namjoon, Taehyung, Hoseok, and the kitchen staff had already gone home, locking up the main entrance behind them and leaving only Jungkook and me inside to complete the final task of the night—the end-of-shift accounting.

I sat at the small office desk, counting the cash from the register. Jungkook leaned casually against the filing cabinet nearby, lazily flipping through receipts without any sense of urgency.

"Why do you always stay late, Jungkook?" I asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

He glanced up with an innocent smile. "Just making sure you're not falling asleep on the job."

I rolled my eyes. “Are you actually helping, or just pretending to?” I muttered, punching numbers into the calculator.

Jungkook hummed, eyes still fixed on the receipts. “Mmm. Define ‘helping.’”

I sighed deeply, rubbing my temples. “Jungkook.”

He grinned, finally placing the stack of receipts onto the desk and stepping closer. “Relax, Y/N. I got this.”

I side-eyed him suspiciously as he opened the logbook, scribbling down the totals casually, acting like he wasn't the reason we were taking twice as long.

For a few minutes, the room was filled only with the faint scratching of pen on paper and the occasional rustling of bills as I sorted through them. The silence should have been peaceful.

But it wasn't.

Because Jungkook was still there.

He was close enough that I could feel his warmth, close enough that every small movement—the brush of his arm against mine, every glance he threw my way—felt charged.

I tried to ignore it. Really, I did.

But then, just as I finished the final calculation, Jungkook spoke again—his voice softer, almost tentative.

“You still thinking about earlier?”

I froze slightly, keeping my eyes fixed on the paper. “Earlier?”

Jungkook tilted his head, observing me carefully. “Storage room.”

My pulse quickened slightly, but I forced myself to stay composed. “Oh. That. No.”

Jungkook chuckled quietly. “Liar.”

I took a sharp breath, finally looking up at him. “Do you ever let anything go?”

He smirked, but this time it felt different—softer, less teasing.

“No,” he murmured softly, eyes locked onto mine. "I like you too much for that."

Before I could fully process what he’d said, Jungkook stepped closer.

I tensed instinctively but didn't move away.

He reached out gently, his fingers brushing mine lightly across the desk, testing my reaction.

“You keep acting like this isn't happening,” he murmured, watching me closely.

My throat suddenly felt dry. “Like what isn't happening?”

He didn't answer. Instead, he leaned in.

My breath caught sharply in my chest.

And then—his lips met mine.

Softly. Slowly. Deliberately.

It was a kiss that didn't rush or hesitate. It was confident, intentional, like he'd planned this moment carefully.

My fingers curled slightly against the desk, my body responding automatically. I didn’t pull back. If anything, I leaned in just enough to feel him more fully. Jungkook exhaled softly against my lips, as though he’d been holding his breath all night, waiting for this moment.

Then, just as smoothly as he'd kissed me, he pulled away slightly—just enough to look me directly in the eyes.

There was a brief, heavy silence.

Then he spoke again, his voice low, satisfied, and utterly smug:

“Knew you’d kiss me back.”

Heat flooded my cheeks instantly. “You—shut up.”

Jungkook laughed softly, sliding his hands casually into his pockets, looking way too pleased with himself.

I scowled, trying to refocus my attention on the logbook as if nothing had just happened. “We still have work to finish.”

Jungkook smiled and watched me for a moment before leaning in and kissing me again.

At first, the kiss was gentle and cautious, as if he was giving me a chance to pull away. But when I didn’t—when I couldn’t—he deepened the kiss. He moved closer, gently placing a hand on the back of my neck, his fingers softly brushing against my skin.

My hands gripped tightly onto the edge of the desk as my heartbeat accelerated, and I felt my nervousness slowly melt away. His body was warm and firm, and when he gently pulled me closer, I allowed it.

Jungkook hummed softly against my lips, tilting his head slightly to deepen the kiss further. His other hand rested lightly on my waist, fingertips pressing gently against my back, giving me support.

My fingers hesitated at first, but then I responded decisively.

Impulsively, I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him even closer. Jungkook exhaled in surprise, about to smile, but I kissed him again—this time matching his intensity.

From that moment on, all hesitation vanished.

Jungkook’s hands moved down to my hips, gripping them more firmly as he gently pressed me back against the desk. A quiet gasp escaped me, but he quickly captured it with a deeper kiss. The sensation was overwhelming and thrilling, my entire body reacting to his closeness.

The small office suddenly felt even smaller and warmer. Even the soft hum of the fluorescent lights seemed louder now, mixing with my rapid heartbeat.

His fingers gently traced under the edge of my shirt, barely touching my skin. A shiver ran down my spine, and my knees weakened when he whispered softly against my lips:

“You taste even better than I imagined.”

I probably should have felt embarrassed by how loud my heart was beating and how tightly my fingers gripped his shirt, as if he were the only reason I was still standing.

But I didn't.

Instead, an unfamiliar determination suddenly overcame me, and I pulled him even closer, clearly feeling his warmth and presence. His breath caught in surprise, sending another thrill through me.

When Jungkook kissed me again—slowly and deeply, as if savoring every moment—I surrendered completely, losing myself in his embrace.

My breathing became irregular, my grip on his shirt stayed firm. Jungkook left no room for doubt. His lips moved with purpose, without hurry, as if we had all the time in the world. His hands were warm and secure on my waist, gentle enough that I could easily pull away if I wanted to.

But I didn’t want to.

The tension between us had built up for so long, and suddenly the playful teasing and intense glances made sense. Every touch felt deliberate and meaningful, igniting something inside me that I had suppressed for far too long.

Jungkook laughed softly against my lips, briefly breaking the kiss but remaining very close. “I didn't think you'd go this far.”

I swallowed hard, trying to ignore the fluttering feeling his teasing voice caused inside me as heat rose to my face. “Shut up.”

His grin widened, and his eyes sparkled mischievously as his fingers gently tightened on my waist. “Make me.”

So I did just that. I leaned in again, silencing him with another kiss—this one even more intense. As he eagerly responded, holding me tighter, I realized there was no turning back now—and that was exactly what I wanted.

I pulled him back in, fingers sliding up the front of his shirt, feeling the heat of his skin underneath. Jungkook’s breath hitched, his grip flexing against my waist before his hands moved lower—trailing down over my hips, pressing against my back to keep me close.

The desk pressed into the small of my back, but I barely noticed.

Jungkook kissed me with the same control he used in everything—slow, steady, making me feel every second of it. And it was working.

My heart was pounding.

His hands slid higher, fingertips teasing at the hem of my shirt, waiting, giving me a chance to push him away.

I didn’t.

Instead, my hands tightened in his shirt, pulling him forward just as I tilted my head, deepening the kiss.

Jungkook groaned quietly, his fingers pressing harder into my skin.

“You’re gonna kill me,” he muttered, his lips brushing against my jaw, slowly kissing downward.

My breath caught as he reached the spot just below my ear, his teeth gently grazing my skin before soothing it with his tongue.

My grip on his shirt tightened. “Jungkook—”

He hummed in response, lips trailing back up teasingly. I tilted my head, opening my eyes slightly while playing with the hem of Jungkook’s shirt.

He grabbed my wrists, pulling them away, and with a swift move, he took his shirt off, leaving me staring at him.

I swallowed.

Hard.

He noticed.

"See something you like?" he teased. Like a deer caught in headlights, I stared at him.

"You’re cute when you’re flustered," he murmured, voice low before diving back into another kiss.

He pulled me closer, his hands settling low on my back. My hand traced faint lines on his chest, the other tangled in his hair.

Jungkook’s hands wandered under my shirt, his slightly cold fingers against my heated back made me hum softly into the kiss, enjoying the sensation.

As I pressed myself more firmly against him, I felt his growing erection. He opened his eyes, meeting mine with a grin.

His hand traveled between my thighs, squeezing gently, eliciting a soft moan from me.

“I want you, Y/N,” he whispered against my lips.

“Well, I can definitely feel it,” I replied confidently, rolling my hips against his.

His other hand moved from my chest to the hem of my shirt. I turned swiftly, pushing him against the desk, and in one motion, removed my shirt.

He paused for a moment, staring. “God, you're perfect,” he whispered, pulling me closer to leave slow, heated kisses along my chest.

“Touch me again, please,” I whimpered, guiding his attention back to my eyes.

“You’re still asking?” His cocky grin returned.

His gaze darkened as he swiftly lifted me onto the desk.

“Watch out for the day report; I don't want to do it again,” I joked, shoving papers aside.

“Well, I wouldn’t mind staying longer with you,” he smiled genuinely.

For a brief moment, genuine affection flashed in his eyes before turning lustful again. He lifted my skirt—conveniently worn today—and his fingers found the already soaked fabric of my panties.

With a swift motion, he moved them aside, and with my reassuring nod, slipped a finger inside me. My moan echoed through the quiet restaurant.

He moved slowly at first, picking up speed gradually. One hand held me down by my shoulder, while the other was occupied with me.

I moaned uncontrollably, my knee brushing against his clothed erection, making his cheeks flush slightly.

“I need more,” I breathed, causing him to shudder.

He studied my face briefly, breathing shallowly. “I need you, Jungkook, please,” I begged as he added a second finger, causing my grip on his shoulder to tighten.

“Hmmm? What do you need, babe?” he teased, grinning.

He withdrew his fingers slowly, tasting them, eyes locked onto mine with undeniable Lust.

My cheeks flushed deeper, heart racing as he reached out, gently grabbing my hands and pulling me softly off the desk.

He held my hands tenderly, the playful lust in his eyes softening for a moment into something more sincere. The sudden shift didn't feel abrupt anymore; it felt as if a border was crossed for more honesty 

Jungkook exhaled slowly "I really like you, Y/N,” he confessed, his voice genuine. “Ever since I started working here two years ago, I tried to get the evening shifts just so I could spend more time around you. I enjoy every single minute I'm with you.”

My eyes widened and my heart fluttered. “I—I like you too, Jungkook,” I admitted softly, a gentle smile forming. “Even if you’re sometimes a little lazy,” I added teasingly.

“I’m only lazy around you,” he smiled warmly, tapping my nose playfully. “I just want time to slow down when I'm with you—watching you make customers laugh, seeing you scold Tae for not filling the bar properly.”

“You’re so sweet,” I whispered softly, leaning my head comfortably against his chest.

“Only with and for you,” he murmured lovingly into my hair, pulling me closer, enveloping me in a warmth that made my heart swell.“And now,” his voice turned playful again, “bend over as prettily as when you wipe the tables.”

The mood shifted back instantly. Smiling shyly, I turned and bent over the desk. “Do as you please. If you're good, maybe you'll become my co-supervisor,” I teased, looking over my shoulder.

“Fucking my way to the top now?” he joked, opening his pants and lifting my skirt again, my panties dropping to the floor.

Wetting his fingers, he massaged my entrance, making me hum in pleasure.

“You have no idea how often I've thought about this,” he said, stroking himself slowly.

“Dreams do come true,” I sighed, reaching back to stroke him.

After a brief moment, he stopped me, positioning himself at my entrance. “Ready, love?” he asked softly.

WIth a faint nod and an assuring hum he pushes himself into me.

A stretched moan from my side and a hiss from his, he's going in inch by inch. As he hits the end he stays for while. ,, Holy shit, you're really tight", he hisses, which makes me clench around him, earning a highpitched tone from him.

After some time and a much needed deep breath he starts to move slow and delicate.

But I can feel how he starts to slowly lose control, his moves quicken up and my name falls of his lips like a prayer.

I am a moaning mess, I almost can't decide between the words 'Oh God', 'Ah fuck' and 'Jungkook' , so I do my own remixes.

I can feel the knot in my lower stomach thighten and he's so good, at some point I count the stars infront of my eyes. ,,Y/N you're really hot by the way", the sudden compliment takes I back and I'm stuck by counting 7 stars.

The feeling of his dick going in and out in a fast paces makes me ready to release. I try to hold it in for a brief moment, enjoying the moment too much.,, Jungkook I'm almost...Oh God" , I say the knot threatening to explode any second.

His moves get sloppier by the second, keen on reaching his own high.

,,Come for me darling. I'm also about to.", he gasps, his grip around my hips tightening. And with that the bomb goes off. I -practically- scream his name as I release myself onto his dick, clenching my walls hard enough it sends him over the edge as well.

He thrusts a few more times before he almost collapses ontop of me.

Now, heavy breathing fills the room and I don't know how to really act at first. Jungkook pulls himself out, pulling up his pants and grabbing a tissue from the desk, cleaning me -sort of-.

“Sorry... I probably won't be able to clean you up properly here,” Jungkook said softly, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “But my place isn't far if you'd like to freshen up.” He winked at me, carefully pulling my panties back up and giving me a teasing slap.

I blushed deeply, smiling shyly. “If you don't mind, I'd really like that.” Gently, I settled onto his lap as he sank into one of the chairs, leaning comfortably against his chest.

We sat quietly for a moment, enjoying the closeness until my gaze fell onto the desk. My relaxed smile vanished instantly when I noticed the crumpled day report.

“Oh no, the report!” I groaned in frustration, picking up the paper and tossing it into the trash with a practiced flick. “I need to rewrite the whole thing.”

Jungkook chuckled softly behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “Hmm, guess we'll have to do this again,” he murmured playfully into my ear.

I laughed lightly, turning my head slightly to kiss his cheek. “Next time without interruptions, please.”

Reaching forward, I grabbed the laptop, preparing to redo the report, when Jungkook pulled out his phone with a mischievous grin. “Take your time, babe. By the way, can I save you in my phone now as 'bossy-supervisor-hot-girlfriend'?”

Surprised, I turned to face him directly. “You want me to be your girlfriend?”

He gently cupped my cheek, his thumb brushing softly over my flushed skin. His eyes held genuine warmth as he replied sincerely, “I've wanted you to be my girlfriend since the moment I first saw you.”

I felt my face grow even warmer, butterflies fluttering nervously in my stomach. “Well… then I guess you can call me that now,” I whispered shyly, quickly turning back toward the laptop to hide my flustered expression.

Smiling warmly, Jungkook placed a gentle kiss on my neck before raising his phone to snap a quick picture of us, immediately setting it as his profile picture.

,,Not when I look so fucked.. please", I whine as I type the data again.

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thanks for reading loves! ♥

Feedback always wished I'm not the best smut writer 😞🔫

Also I didn't reread the last edit so bear with me :')

[cringefail-clown]

at last, where doing it man where MAKING THIS HAPPEN

cringes jakehal fic rec list

just so were clear: some of the fics are unfinished, and havent been updated in a while. leaving a comment to let the author know that youre reading and youre enjoying it is fine, but dont be a bag of dicks and harass them over when the new chapter will be up. have some decency or else ill be inside your walls.

Heart by fawn_writes || rated T || 1/1 || 663 words - man its so good. short and sweet. jake comes by to witness the construction of hals new body while also reminiscing about the times he fought brobot and his untimely demise. a good sparkling of body worship. "Everything will be normal. They’ll manage to keep it normal. After all, Jake has enough of his own heart to share." - fuck, that lines so effervescent.

What he needs by fawn_writes || rated M || 1/1 || 1259 words - another banger from the same author. they be doing the horizontal tango, but nothings too graphic. healthy serving of body worship from jakes perspective, as well as his internal struggle with his apparent robotic attraction.

Dead Weight by squirtgunplay || rated M || 5/9 || 27337 words - oh that fic. oh my god. love me some zombie apocalypse au with existential horror sprinkled on top. hal and dirk are twins but with a twist in this one. theres mystery. theres injuries that make you incapable of moving around. theres ship of theseus discussion. its nourishing. its beautiful. jake and hals banter in this one is fucking amazing, and the author captures their characters so well. the relationship between hal and dirk is also very fucking good and heartwrenching and just ugh. stellar writing, the forth wall break made me laugh out loud, hal gets called a security camera (derogatory). theres graphic depictions of violence, so beware of the tags.

Tennessee Whiskey & You by MistLaFey || rated T || 5/? || 12217 words - major character death and graphic depictions of violence tagged, so beware and read the tags. no-sburb au. dirk fucking dies (its in the fic description so i dont feel like its a spoiler). beautiful exploration of grief, unhealthy coping mechanisms and trying to get back into the normal life when theres a big part of it suddenly missing. hal and dirk are twins. jake is not doing well. hal is also not doing well, but pretending he is. its heartbreaking and some scenes made my chest hurt. very good fic and i dont understand why it doesnt get more love. it deserves it. go read it, even just for the funeral scene, i got teary-eyed over it.

seconds by squirtgunplay || rated E || 2/2 || 18698 words - graphic depictions of violence and its no joke, presidential alert the girls are fightinnn!! but its also so funny and the authors so funny and its also really hot! no sburb au, hals a human and dirks twin. he gets kidnapped by a craigslist hitman jake who mistakes him for dirk. the banter is top game in this one. hal cant keep his mouth shut even in life or death situation. jakes a dork, but hes a deadly dork, and also cant keep his mouth shut about his personal problems. theres fistfighting and knifethrowing and hal gets a weapon put to his head at least twice and he thinks its pretty damn hot. theres banging in second chapter. what more can i say to sell you on this one. the characters are on point, the action is tense but its also written in a cheeky, fun way, smut is good, a npc gets unsubscribed from life. amazing fic, 10/10, will read it again.

I Think Therefore I AR by Taxi_Boy || rated T || 25/? || 30417 words - im saving the best for last. major character death. hal has to start the game and get his friends into the medium while dirk is missing, while also pretending to be dirk as to not raise their suspicions. im not going to say anymore about the plot, you just have to go and read the fic. genuinely my favourite jakehal - and homestuck in general - fic of all time. i love caliborn in this one. i cant wait to see what the author has cooked up for us in the future. its plainly genious.

these are only ao3 fics as i have no clue how tf you search other fanfic sites for a specific ship, but if you have any other recommendations feel free to add them onto this post! we all need some good jakehal fic recs in these trying times!

[leychin]

Warnings: slight nsfw, fem reader, toxic and absolutely disgusting dabi

Dabi is the type to make you do ALL the work in the relationship, even getting into the relationship was all you and he didn't lift a fucking finger.

Because he does this thing, its really annoying, where he'll say you're his. Or he'll say his type of girl looks exactly like you, or my favorite!! He stays with you on the lonely nights where you can't sleep and homesick. He'll hold you like you're the most important person in the world, hell, he'll kiss you like it too.

And then the next time you see him, he's talking to Twice about a cute girl he saw while making his rounds right in front of you. I would not wish this situationship on my worst enemy. This man is a MENACE.

So when you finally break down to him, and tell him that you've been in love with him for so long he simply smiles and gives you a soft kiss. You don't need to know that there were no other girls he saw, you don't know that he had his eye on you when he met you, because he'll be damned if he has to put more that 1% into making you his.

pls dont be mistaken though, he will never put any effort into this relationship. He just had to pretend like he cared a little so you would crumble.

thats the beauty of this whole thing, you tell all of your friends how hes a real catch and hes the sweetest guy ever. He's fun to he around and listens to everything you say! Dabi is not the sweetest guy ever bffr... he remembers when your period is bc the sooner its over the sooner he can fuck you again, he's only funny because his whole brand is being a hater so he makes fun of everyone and everything he sees he even said get rid of those little friends you have, and his ass is NOT listening to whatever youre yapping about. He'll sit there with this lazy smile on his face while you talk about an annoying customer as he thinks about stuffing his cock in your mouth. He'll be so done with it he'll eventually start kissing you to make you shut the fuck up (hes so sweet.)

And you're none the wiser! You tell all your friends you have the most agreeable boyfriend who never wants to hurt you and he's financially stable because how else is he leaving you all those nice clothes?

(spoiler, those are clothes from people he killed but WHATT WHO SAID THAT?)

but overall i'd give this relationship a 6/10, if i had a man that fine agreeing with everything i said with no arguments and at least acted like he was listening to me i would fold. The only thing he asks is for me to he an over glorified fleshlight so a win is a win ..!

[haemosexuality]

im rewatching she-ra and naturally im gonna want to write about it a lot. starting by breaking down the catradora conflict origin story scene from s01e02 the sword part 2

people have said this before but the most important thing to keep in mind here is how different their understanding of whats going on is. theyre both approaching this with completely different views and so they misunderstand what the other means.

Adora: There's no time. We have to put a stop this.

Catra: What? Why?

Adora: Because this is a civilian town. Look around! These aren't insurgents. They're innocent people.

Catra: Yeah, sure. Innocent people who kidnapped a Horde officer. Now come on, let's get you back to the Fright Zone. Shadow Weaver is freaking out. [laughing] It'd be funny if she weren't such a terrible person.

so immediately theres two things i wanna say about this part, about how catra reacts to stuff. first off, something we learn about catra throughout the whole show and especially in the portal-alternative-reality, is that shes big on Pretending Nothing Is Wrong. whenever shes feeling upset or angry about something, she will start joking around and acting like shes just totally super chill guys, dw ("Ugh, whatever. It's not like I even care. I just wanna get out of this dump at some point before I dieee of boredom). Shes acting like that in this scene. Adora was missing for hours, shadow weaver was breathing down her neck and threatening her, she was already worried adora might have left at this point. she cant let adora know how worried she was tho, so shes all jokes and fast paced conversation. To Adora, tho, it just looks like catra doesnt care, like she doesnt understand the gravity of the situation.

and the other thing is that honestly? I dont think catra does care. about the town, i mean. i think catra was ready for war in a way adora never was. theyre both seeing combat for the first time here, and adora hates it. training for war is completely different than being in the battlefield, and adora couldnt handle it. face to face with it she couldnt tolerate seeing people suffering and dying, houses being burned down, a whole village destroyed. when the horde brainwashed adora into thinking they were only doing the necessary to save etheria, she completely and fully believed it, and when faced with the reality of the horde she immediately realized how wrong that was. Catra, tho, could not care less. she never believed in what the horde said, she knew full well what the horde did, so this isnt a surprise for her. and i do think shes naturally a bit sadistic, or at least growing up among the violence of the horde made her so. either way, shes seeing battle here for the first time and shes completely fine with it. doesnt even spare it all a second glance. why would she care about these people she never met if the most important thing in the world is right here in front of her? (i think even if adora hadnt left that night and went into the battlefield as a force captain, she wouldve ended up deserting. she cant stand seeing people suffer and she cant stand not saving them. shes too good, too selfless for that. catra isnt.) (also she is so ready to kill at all times. she loves violence. i once saw someone say how shadow weaver thought adora was the "cutthroat, ruthless warrior" when that was actually catra and they were totally right)

adora is also trying something futile here, she doesnt need to explain to catra that the horde is bad and hurts innocent ppl because catra has known that all her life

Adora: Catra, no. I can't go back. Not until the Horde leaves this town alone. You have to help me.

Catra: What are you saying?

Adora: I’m saying, this is wrong. They've been lying to us, manipulating us. Hordak, Shadow Weaver, all of them.

Catra: Duh! Did ya just figure that out? Manipulation is Shadow Weaver's whole thing. She's been messing with our heads since we were kids.

(the captions in the pics are slightly wrong, nvm that.) everything i said before. adora just realized all of this, while catra has always known, probably because the abuse adora suffered was more manipulation-and-brainwashing, while shadow weaver always made clear to catra that she didnt give a shit about her, so she suffered physical abuse with little attempt to convince her this was fine.

the "what are you saying?" is one of the things that show how different their perspective is. adora is talking about going against the horde and helping the town, while catra immediately gets more personal. what do you mean? are you saying that you might leave the horde? leave me?

Adora: How could you possibly be okay with that?

adora means, how could you be ok with the horde lying about its actions, and killing innocent people? how could you be ok with the horde raising us to do the same? and catra hears, how could you be ok with shadow weaver and hordak abusing us?

Catra: Because, it doesn't matter what they do. The two of us look out for each other. And soon we'll be calling the shots. Now come on, can we go home already?

catra replies: because, i love you. because you have my back and i have yours. because nothing really bad can happen as long as we have each other, remember? and soon enough, we'll be powerful enough that they cant hurt us anymore. Adora hears, because i dont care about these people dying, the only thing thats important is you and i. and anyways, soon its gonna be Us killing them, isnt that good? lets go back home to the evil murder place.

Adora: I'm not going home, Catra. I can't. Not after everything I've seen. Come with me. You don't have to go back there. We can fix this.

adora says: im starting to realize now how wrong i was about everything. we're not the good guys, and i cant stand for that. i cant stand around and watch people get hurt. i cant stand around and watch you get hurt. lets leave, together, and have a better life, please. lets do the right thing.

Catra: Are you kidding? You've known these people for, what, a couple of hours? And now you're just gonna throw everything away for them?

catra hears, shes willing to leave me. after everything i did for her, all that i took, all of these years of us being together, she would still leave me. she would break our promise. she would leave me behind.

and then she straight up electrocutes adora. ok

she says it was a reflex, but i dont know if i believe her. i dont think she likes hurting adora (not physically. not by this point, anyways), but i do think that shes the type to lash out when upset and immediately regret it, then feel guily about it. which just makes her more upset. :(

Catra: Oh, man. That was a lot stronger than I thought. Are you okay?

Adora: Why are you doing this?

Catra: Because you left me! And if I don't bring you back, Shadow Weaver’s gonna have my head. So, enough with your weird little identity crisis and let's go home already. Or do I need to zap you again?

thats the last time they talk. adora gets teleported away by glimmer, and when they see each other again, its clear that they both made their choice.

the moment adora showed catra she was willing to leave her, there was no coming back for them. because catra would never get over that. she'd spend all her life in that hellscape, putting up with abuse and bullying and probably so much more we dont get to see, because of the promise adora made her. and, in her eyes, adora was ready to leave her on the first opportunity that came up. that hurt. that broke her. and that released something really ugly inside of her.

cue in 2,5 years of homoerotic rivalry and trauma. ok post over if you read this i hope you liked it <3 bye

[scarisd3ad]

Begin again

Pairing(s) - billy Hargrove x fem!reader (past), Steve harrington x fem!reader

Summary- after the end of your 2 year long relationship with billy you finally go on a date again and realize how horrible billy really was to you.

Warnings - mentions of a toxic relationship

Masterlist

I sighed as I looked at myself in the mirror, this was my first date I was going on since I broke up with Billy and somehow, I can't shake all the old habits I used to have. he hated when I wore heals absolutely hated them because he said they made me taller than I actually was. I slip them off not knowing if Steve had the same preference. I decide on a pair of Mary janes that still had a heal but wasn't that tall it was barely an inch. this was just a first date down at the coffee shop around the corner, but I still felt this overwhelming pressure to look good.

I put my favorite cassette into my Walkman. Billy hated this song, and he always made it known when I listened to it. "God why do you like this shit" he'd mutter every time. I decided on walking to the coffee shop since it was a nice day, and the coffee shop was just down the road.

when I arrive, I assume Steve would be late because Billy always was. I just assumed all men didn't care about punctuality. but when I open the door Steve's sitting at a table in the far back corner. the bell from the top of the door pulls his thoughts from the menu he was looking at. he looks up and waves me over. when I walk to the table, he gets up pulling the chair across from his out for me. I smile, Billy never did this for me. "Thank you" he shakes his head as I take a seat "it's not problem."

'you dont understand how nice that is, but i do'

he throws his head back laughing when I tell a joke that I didn't think he'd find funny because Billy never did. he always said I wasn't funny, but Steve thought I was. "it's not that funny" I giggled as I push a piece of my hair back behind my ear. he continues to laugh, and I can't help but admire how handsome he looks. I've spent the last I don't know how long believing that love was a horrible thing that I never wanted to do again but right here in this coffee shop everything changed. it was like everything I ever experienced with Billy was erased and I was able to begin again.

James Taylor was my favorite singer and somehow was Steves too. "I've never met a girl who has as many James Taylor records as me" he laughs after I told him about my collection. Billy would've found that as me trying to say I was better than him in some type of way, but Steve doesn't. I laugh "ma-maybe you could come over one day and I Dunno check'em out" I say with a shrug he nods "yeah, yeah that would be fun."

he tells stories about his friends and his family and thinks it's weird I'm coming off a little shy. I was used to listening and not talking with Billy. "Are-are you alright?" he asks his brows furrowed together; I shake my head "ye-yeah I'm fine i-i I'm sorry" I mumble "it's alright you don't gotta be shy around me" he whispers.

as he walks me down the block to my house, I almost bring Billy up trying to forgive Steve for my nervousness, but he brings up the movies that he and his friends watch every Christmas and I want to talk about that. "Yeah, and we watch the grinch every year on the 24th and all the kids come and robin and Eddie too and shit its cool" he laughs. for the first time what's past is past and I don't want to bring Billy up anymore. I don't want to pretend I don't like my favorite artist or pretend I don't love wearing high heels for a man who wouldn't even kiss me. "y'know I really like you and I'd really like to do this again" Steve says as we stop in front of my house "I really like you too" I whisper as I look down at the ground flustered. he places his hand on my chin pushing it up so I'm making eye contact with you. "Can I kiss you?" he asks I nod before leaning in and pressing my lips to him.

'On a Wednesday in a cafe I watched it begin again'

[lfghughes]

Can I get a forbidden romance with Trevor? I’m not really picky about why it’s forbidden but maybe not the usual brothers best friend trope ❤️🙏🏻

a/n: you asked for forbidden romance so i went as dramatic as i possibly could with this. pls dont hate me. i did not include any names so just pretend its a player that everyone universally hates so no one feels bad for him going forward

warning: this fic is definitely going to have some cheating in it as well as a not so good boyfriend in the emotional sense.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do.” You let out a frustrated sigh as you looked over at Trevor. Both of you had stepped outside onto the patio of the restaurant and it hadn’t taken long for an argument to start between the two of you. An argument you had to keep kind of quiet so you wouldn’t get anyones attention but you also knew any of your shared friends inside couldn’t even see you two. “Maybe I don’t know, don’t move away?” He said it as if it was the easiest thing in the world.

Like you wanted this move when it was actually the last thing you wanted. “You know I can’t just do that.” You tried to calmly explain to him but he was already waving his hand as if your words were just an excuse. “So you’re just going to go. That’s it?” He asked and you nodded your head because what else was he expecting. Trevor wouldn’t understand because he wasn’t in your shoes. Everything was easy when you weren’t the one having to actually do it. “Listen, let’s pause this conversation. We have to go back in there but we can talk about it some other time this week. Promise.” You did mean that, even if you felt like you couldn’t change the outcome the way he wanted.

Making your way back inside, you slipped into your seat. Almost immediately a hand went to your thigh and you turned, pasting a smile onto your face as you looked at your boyfriend. “Everything okay? You look upset.” He pointed out and you shook your head. “I’m fine.” You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, trying to distract him from asking any more questions. “What were you and Z talking about out there?” No such luck apparently on the questions. “He was just asking about your trade and if we were excited to move.”

That answer seemed to do the trick. Oh yeah, did you forget to mention that your current boyfriend was Trevors teammate and not only that but he just got traded to the east coast so both of you had to pack your bags this upcoming week and start looking for a new place. Only downside? You weren’t happy but you didn’t know how to express it. You had fallen out of love with your boyfriend before you had even gotten to know Trevor but you had truly known it once you had spent more time with him.

There had been red flags there with your current boyfriend that you should have acknowledged sooner but ignored. Funny enough Trevor had been the one to point out the obvious red flags to you as you two had grown closer. It was obvious Trevor wasn’t a fan of his teammate which wasn’t good for anyone and this trade should have been good news to him except when he realized you weren’t planning on staying behind with him. There had been not nice words shared from Trevor that you were just looking for comfort and you were choosing that over actual real love.

Maybe he wasn’t far from the truth but you had been in this relationship for so long and your lives were intertwined so deeply that it almost felt like you needed to just deal with it. Trevor of course didn’t see eye to eye on that. In another life you knew you and Trevor could have been happy together but that just wasn’t going to be this life. “Actually I just wanted to say something real quick.” Your boyfriends voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

As he lowered himself onto one knee in front of you, you felt your heart start to race but not in the good way. You knew what was about to happen and when the ring box came out you wanted to excuse yourself from the table but you were in front of all your friends and panic took over instead. “Will you marry me?” There had been a pretty good sized speech before that you missed and all you could hear were those four words. “Uh yeah. I mean yes.” You were dizzy and your eyes flashed up to see Trevor disappearing out the door of the restaurant.

[dragon-queen21]

im so happy you enjoy my ramblings! it means a lot to me, thank you🤍

Going off your recent mini fic, I DEFINITELY agree with the idea of zoro regressing, had that headcanon FOREVER but yeah sorry im a sucker for “big strong man being taken care of” he deserves it man. i feel like he’d be a older regressor normally (round 8) but if he needs to can slip really far (2-3, sometimes younger) like the idea of like regressed zoro just working himself up over something and stomping his feet and everyones like so surprised and hes so embarrassed about it idk i keep thinkin about it

i feel like the first time zoro FULLY regresses, he wakes up little. specifically after the crew leaves a island where he had to fight a huge battle and he doesnt realize he feels different until he goes to see his crew for breakfast, so now he one, has no idea whats going on and why he feels like this, and two, the poor baby is silently working himself up over it :(

i see zoro being strangly picky? sanji brings out breakfast for the crew and zoros just looking at it like its the grossest thing in the world. and sanji notices and its the strangest thing because sanji has MADE this dish for him before. sanji KNOWS zoro likes this ??? and now that sanji pointed it out everyones put their attention the zoro waitin for him to say something,

in my imagination, choppers the one to process that fact zoros regressing

and the kid is all overwhelmed with all the attention

in my head the end of this situation either ends up with zoro crying :( or him getting mad at everyone for thinkin theres somethin up (there is)

i dont see zoro as aomeone to get genuinely mad at the crew often but throw in overwhelmed kid factor and what do you get?

in another situation after both he and the crew accepts zoros a little, they make a rule that he cant use his swords little and that pisses him off because he got to use his swords when he was kid? why not when hes regressed and the crew has to explain that its because what if he slips younger all off a sudden? they cant control that, its too dangerous.

okay thats it for now, im sorry it was SO hard to put my thoughts on little! zoro into words, and ill be honest im not to happy about how i worded this, so i hope you understand what im trying to say and convey

but please if you have any little! zoro hcs id be happy to hear! no pressue at all though!

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Mkay we are going to pretend this didn’t take me as long as it did to answer. I wanted to give you a proper well thought out response and my brain was fighting me for days 😭

Anyways!

~I have had so many thoughts about regressor Zoro (when my brain will cooperate). I swear I say this all the time but I WILL post that fic in full. Eventually. One day. >///< ahh too many projects.

~I have such a soft spot for a character who is always protecting those around them getting taken care of in return.

~Zoro would throw so many small temper tantrums over the silliest things.

~In love with the idea of Zoro being ever so slightly clueless about his own regression. Add injury and blood loss, post adrenaline haze, etc. and just so many reasons for him to make excuses that everything is fine, he’s just feeling a bit off that’s all… until it happens again and again and suddenly he starts to realize, hmm maybe something is up… maybe he needs to go to Chopper about this.

~Ooh okay, I’ve had that headcanon for awhile with Zoro being fussy when it comes to food. I think that Sanji would eventually get so fed up with trying to feed the little, because he liked eating this meal yesterday so why is he throwing a fit today???, that eventually Robin takes over for him just because she has more patience for the regressor. (Also just mama Robin my beloved.)

~Zoro acting funny, my first thought was, oh gosh Luffy would be just so- Luffy.

“There’s not’ing wrong alright?!”

“Yes there is. Zoro is acting funny.”

“‘m not!”

“Are too!”

~Telling Zoro he’s not allowed to use his swords also because no one knows how to properly watch over him. Unlike him as an actual kid there is no one to properly ‘train him’ does that make sense?

~Recently been on the kick of caregiver Luffy. Just loving the idea of him being oddly good with kids and highly responsible in his own way. Overly protective once he knows one of nakama is little. So just thinking about him watching over Zoro and realizing his first mate is small before Zoro realizes it himself.

[hyunsvngs]

Juno Juno Juno, my love, my light

I lost a nail, I fought with my boyfriend and my cat clawed my gaming chair so I had five bottles of soju now I’m terribly terribly hungover 😭

If you’re feeling up for it could I bother you for your skz helping with a hangover headcanons

chan: honestly idk why but my brain went INSTANTLY to u and the kids having a wild night of drinking and he’s got to look after u ALL the next day. he’s just giggling playfully like “they lured my girlfriend into sin…” but he lowkey loves that you guys get on so well!! definitely has painkillers and water waiting by your bedside and cooks breakfast <3

minho: makes fun of u. what a weakling, u have a hangover? r u joking? probs screams louder just to make ur head hurt but then kisses u when u dont find it funny. “sorry, that wasn’t funny.” runs and gets u soonie doongie and dori for some cuddles.

changbin: he, too, is hungover. if u’ve been drinking, so has he and i get the vibe bini can put back A LOT of alcohol. u die in bed all day and order takeaway, watching shitty movies and whining every now and then that ur dying. it’s the end of the world until u wake up after a nap and suddenly feel fine

hyunjin: seems like the type to walk off hangovers so when you feel so fucked up after drinking he’s like oh?? worm?? and he’s so dramatic about it. keeps saying “are you sure this is a hangover? i’ve never seen anything like this before!” and you’re like no hyune, it’s really fine. insists on taking u to a&e and u have to stop him

jisung: i am so sure he was hungover in that one skz code, passed out in his puffer jacket. so i think he would also be hungover too. u guys would wake up, makeup still on, clothes from last night n just look at eachother and groan simultaneously. minho would have to come over to cook u food and tend to u bc u’d be positively dying

felix: helps with ur hangxiety. ur like “no seriously, felix, i backflipped over the bar last night.” and he’s all “yeah but did i tell u abt that one time where i ___.” he has you laughing so hard about it by the end of it you’ve forgotten you’re hungover. he just plays everything off as the lil sunshine he is. he’s just a little schweetie

seungmin: oh he’s so father coded abt it. all “you did this to yourself. you must face the consequences.” and ur like yes but i am dying?? tend to me?? and he begrudgingly does it. brings u water and pretends he hates looking after you but so secretly loves it really.. but adds it to the list of things u owe him for

jeongin: oh he’s so unknowingly evil about it. while felix is comforting, jeongin would be like “LMAO DO U REMEMBER ___?!” and you’re like oh my god please let me die. he definitely finds it SO funny and takes pictures of u at ur worst and when u ask why he’s like ?? ur cute?? LIKE HE GENUINELY DOESNT GET IT!! HE DOESNT GET HOW EVIL HE IS