#making the cutest part of the video angst

[klaramarieleblochova]

I am over the moon by the whole compatibility video but this shit

HUMBLED me.

Wtf is this??? This is THE cutest most beautiful look I've ever seen in my entire fucking meaningless life.

He's so proud. He's so in love. The eyes have so much tenderness, Jesus fucking Christ. I simply can't cope with this. This is burned to the inside of my eyelids, I've been staring at this picture for 2 hours, I can't.

And it's not about the thing he said, but the look itself.

I can't believe I was anxious about the angst of part 2, but that's the least of my problems. I am not going to survive the ammount of the purest love and care these two have for each other. This is off all possible charts. If someone looked at me like this, I'd literally melt.

They really do love making us cry, don't they?

[starlightazriel]

necessities 1

desc: modern day (fem)reader x classic prythian azriel au, this will be a series of short chapters, fluffy, smutty, cute, probably some angst and or drama cus it's me

inspired by this request

warnings: 18+, this is slightly silly hahaha, reader is a little airheaded/ditsy, reader is an influencer HAHA, this is ridiculous but i'm obsessed, blood, reader has a gun, drugs mentioned, sexual tension, swearing, readers petite and smaller than a human from prythian world, age gap like reader is literally 21 HAHA so hundreds of years

wc: 2.8k

other parts will be found on my masterlist under azriel

one

What the actual fuck?

Is basically all your mind can muster up as you are quite literally dropping through a hole in the earth. You had fucking told Cody that you didn't want to do the video, the pit that had been in your stomach for the past three days had been enough of a warning to you that something was going to go wrong.

And now... Well... What the actual fuck?

You had lost all sense of time the moment everything around you had disappeared. You can feel things whipping at your legs, your arms, your face. Branches? You didn't even know, couldn't tell.

It could have been a minute, or forty five, either way it felt too long... This fall... There was no fucking way in hell you were surviving it. Silently, you said goodbye to your parents, your friends, your family, your followers, your boyfriend who had been the one to get you into this mess in the first place, but still, you loved him, so you had to say goodbye... Surely, you'd be dead soon.

You thought about what kind of internet memorial your followers would make for you, would you get a hash tag? #BringBubblesHome, #RIPBUBBLES, #BubblesForeverInOurHearts

Would they edit angel wings and a halo onto one of your cutest pictures? They fucking better.

When you finally landed your forehead hit a branch with a loud smack, you whimpered softly at the sting. Pain radiated through your lower back and up your spine. You gasped softly, eyes wide as you looked around, blinked, blinked again. You didn't feel dead, but there was no way you could have survived that, was there?

"Am I fucking dead?" Your own voice surprised you, and you tried to swallow, throat so incredibly dry from the fall you had just taken. "Holy shit, where the fuck-" you cut yourself off, there was a stream near by, it looked- It didn't look real, the moss and flowers that seemed to cover absolutely everything, the green of the leaves and the ferns had to be the most vibrant green you'd ever seen in nature. You shook your head, trying to remember if you had taken any psychedelics lastnight that you hadn't remembered.

You shook your head again, shaking the thought off with it. No... No you hadn't taken anything lastnight.

So this... This was real?

Something snapped in the already too quiet woods, and your heart beat quickened. Okay what do I have? You thought, ripping your Louis Vuitton tote off of your shoulder, at least, with this, you'd have a chance at survival. You quickly dumped the contents out onto the grassy surface so that you could take an inventory of all your necessities. This was kind of like Man vs Wild, right?

Warm blood trickled from your head wound, you felt slightly dizzy, your stomach turning at the red on your hand. You gasped softly, wiping your head with a makeup wipe and tossing it aside. You couldn't worry about littering right now.

Okay, what do I have? The thought echoed in your mind again, the panic of the current situation setting in.

Your iPhone, which, in hindsight you were lucky it had been in your bag and that you weren't filming a reel.

Pink custom Glock with your birthday engraved.

Ammo for said glock, not much, as it wasn't like you normally needed your gun.

Your pink glittery pepper spray.

Three lipglosses, one clear, one plumping, and one nude.

Your trending laneige lip balm obviously because you had done an ad for them recently.

A compact mirror.

Ring light.

Lipliner.

Mascara.

Travel size bag of facial cleansing wipes.

Two protein bars.

Your pretty golden flower claw clip that you had purchased from Tiktok shop.

Your vapes... Both kinds. Which, you wished you'd left behind considering you were trying to kick the habits though maybe you'd need it, your stress levels were certainly starting to rise.

A few carts.

Your SolarBuddy which you had done a TikTok promo for a few months ago and had been carrying it around in your bag ever since. Though it wasn't the best design considering your phone had to be in full sun to charge it, you had still given it a seven out of ten for its convenient travel size.

Your air pods and their charger.

This years summer collection Prada sunglasses.

A travel size tube of aquaphor.

Your favorite moisturizer.

Your favorite skin mist.

Sol de janeiro perfume because, trending.

Tampons.

Panty liners.

An extra pair of panties.

Cinnamon gum.

Spearmint tictacs.

Your lucky pen.

A collection of polaroids held together by a thin rubber band, you knew the contents of those by memory, one of your the golden retriever you had grown up with, one of you with your closest friends, one with you and your parents, one with you and your boyfriend, and one of just you.

Your wallet obviously with your credit cards and your id.

The necessities only.

You checked your phone, cursing to see the little SOS sign in the top right corner. Of course you didn't have any fucking service. Why would you in the middle of bum fuck no where Hansel and Gretle woods?

You grabbed your gun next, and slid the pepper spray into the front of your leggings. Your mouth was still so dry, so you popped a piece of the cinnamon gum in your mouth before piling your belongings back into your tote. Your breath was heavy and you could hear more twigs snap and they were getting closer. Your hand was shaking, your gun wobbling in the air as you held it up in front of you.

"Who's there?" you squeak, standing straighter up on your feet, each and every breath becoming more heavy. And then... Suddenly... There were shadows, lots of them, and- And a man- No a beast. With wings, he had darkly tanned skin, black almost raven colored waves that hung over his forehead in the most seductive way- His eyes... Curious, dark, hazel eyes fixated on you, on your weapon. Blue stones glittered across his knuckles, he looked straight out of Mortal Kombat.

The shadow curled around him, flicking over his ears, almost as if they were telling him a secret. He was so alarmingly large, your pulse quickened.

He was the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

And deadly. Terrifying-Horror movie-

"Oh-My-" Is the only words you can get out, the world around suddenly begins breathing. Everything looks as though it's moving in and out, leaving you dizzy before everything goes black, your finger slipped, squeezing the trigger as you fainted.

Azriel stumbled back, his arm flying to the new wound that was on the side of his arm. The sound was so loud he was almost sure Tamlin would some how catch wind of it. Azriel groaned, what the fuck kind of crazy sick cross bow shit was that? It had felt like metal, hot and so fucking fast, right across the side of his arm. He was bleeding now, bleeding onto your pristine white shirt, that looked more like an undergarment. Despite you shooting him, with your weapon, he had still caught you as you fell.

In all his recent meetings to the Spring Court... Azriel had never expected this.

A human girl. But not just any human girl- No nothing like any human he had seen in the mortal lands. Not even how Nesta or Elain had been before the Cauldron had made them. You- You weren't from this world. That much he could tell-though he hadn't been able to even get a word out before you'd fainted on the spot.

He tucked- Whatever it was you had just shot him with away in your strange bag. He contemplated his next move.

He knew the smart thing to do, he should leave you here, fly home and forget he had ever even found you. His family didn't exactly know that he was frequenting the Spring Court.

After everything that had happened with Elain- And everything Rhys had said... Azriel had taken quite a few lovers, the most recent a lesser fae who lived in a small cottage on the outskirts of Spring.

After more long moments contemplating on leaving you, he lifted you up and carried you to a small cave nearby. He winced, his wound was healing slowly, though it was definitely healing. The sun was poking over the mountains now, his jaw flexed. He knew the others would be looking for him soon.

With Nyx in the picture now- Rhys was even more cautious about newcomers... And a human? A human with some strange powerful weapon- Strange clothes and shoes? Surely he couldn't bring you back with him.

"Who the fuck are you?" He jumped at the sound of your voice, his head quickly snapping back to you, his thought coming to a halt. Fuck... Your scent was so strong, so sensual, so delicious.

"Don't go reaching for whatever that weapon is that you have- I'll break all of your fingers," Azriel warns, noticing you scrambling up from your position on the caves floor and reaching for the strange bag you had been carrying. You freeze, your heart hammering against your chest as you stare back at him.

"Are you going to kill me?" you squeak out, his wings were tucked behind him, but your eyes kept drifting to them before landing back on his face.

Despite the sheer terror coursing through you, you couldn't help but melt under his gaze. He was so large, hunched over in the small cave, his abnormally big, scarred fingers covering over his knees. You couldn't help but wonder the size of his cock, with hands- With height like that. And he was sexy... Holy fucking shit he was sexy.

"I could be asking you the same," Azriel responds, his eyes still fixated on you. Your scent was driving him crazy. Was it really so easy to arouse a human girl? "You shot me, with whatever that thing was, and then fainted. Out of the two of us I'd say you can't be trusted," he raises his arm, showing the now scabbed over wound.

"It's a glock nineteen," you mumble your eyes flitting over the cut. How long had you been sleeping that it had healed so much already? "I'm sorry, are you okay?" you finally ask, clearly, he wasn't going to kill you right? He would have done it by now... Right? "I've never- I've never shot outside the range before-"

"The range?" His eyes are so intensely fixed on you that your heart rate picks up.

"The gun range, where you shoot guns?"

"I'm assuming what you hit me with, is a gun?" he clarifies, my eyes flit over to his knives, his clothing... He looked like he was straight off a movie set.

You slowly nod, your cheeks pink under his intense curious stare. Not even his shadows could tell him a lick about you."What's your name?" he asks quietly, his eyes flickering slightly.

"Y/n, but my friends- And my followers, call me Bubbles," you're fighting the urge to pull your compact mirror from your bag, the thought of your current appearance in front of this- Mysterious sex god creature- It wasn't sitting well with you. "What's yours?" You ask, your cheeks warming, had he even blinked, once?

"Azriel," he says softly, that curious twinkle in his eyes sent your cheeks burning deeper. "Your followers, are you a prophet or something?" he asks, and he figures by the scrunch of your nose and the giggle that escapes from your lips it must have been a silly question.

"No, I'm an influencer and an instagram model, depending who you ask," you giggle again at the idea of you as a prophet. Maybe you were, for trends and the best plumping lip gloss.

"I have no idea what any of that means," Azriel admits, his voice is so smooth and sensual, you think you could listen to it forever. It warms something deep inside of you, a part of you that you hadn't even known existed.

Azriels lips twitched in amusement as he watched you blush before him, he had no idea why he was entertaining this. He had no idea why he was so fascinated by you, though, you were human, he had never seen anything like you. His shadows were just as curious, in fact, they had been the final deciding factor in whether or not he was going to leave you. You weren't like anything hed ever seen. Much smaller than any human he'd ever seen from the mortal lands, softer features, full, juicy lips that sent heat to his cock when his eyes rested on them for too long, big eyes with long unnaturally long lashes, long hair that flowed behind your back... And the smell of you... Like nothing he had ever scented before.

"Where am I?" You ask finally breaking the tense silence, your throat felt unbearably dry and scratchy, he hadn't stopped staring and it was starting to unnerve you.

"Prythian," he answers quickly, easily, you can't help but shiver at the way his raspy low voice travels along your bones. Prythian? It doesn't sound like anywhere on earth you'd ever heard of, your head spun.

"And how do I get back to California?" your voice is weary, strained, he raises an eyebrow.

"Um," he frowns, running his scared hand through his hair. "I couldn't tell you," he admits, and he couldn't, the land you spoke of was nothing he ever heard of. "How did you get here?"

"So like-" you start, not even knowing how to explain it. "My boyfriend has this youtube channel he explores abandoned buildings, supposed haunted houses- Ancient spooky ruins- Shit like that," you pause, your eyes meeting his, a sigh escapes your lips because you can tell he isn't following. "Anyway, I'm minding my business, being cute in the video because that's all I ever do in his videos. We were in some creepy ass old tunnel underground I touch one thing- One, and next thing I know I'm falling- For I don't even know how long. And I ended up here," you finish, nervously fidgeting with the charm on your necklace.

Azriels head spun, holding a conversation with you was proving to be quite exhausting. A tunnel, an underground tunnel got you here. He didn't know how to tell you, but there may be no way back to wherever you came from.

"Youtube? Video?" he asks wearily, fighting the urge to rub his temples.

"Sorry," you sigh softly, starting to relax a tiny bit, clearly, he wasn't going to kill you. You grab your phone from your bag, noticing the way his eyes narrow, zeroing in on the phone. You didn't miss the way he rested his hand on the top of his dagger. "Still no fucking signal," you mutter in frustration. "Would be so much easier if I could show you all this stuff, anyway... Where I'm from there's something called the internet, kind of like endless stupidity but also endless information? At your fingertips... That's basically what the internet is." You hadn't realized how not cut out you were for teaching anything, your expertise was in trending lipgloss and skin care.

"Interesting," Azriel responds, still looking at you so curiously. He didn't understand why he felt the need to help you, why he even cared. "Maybe Rhys will have an idea," he muses, mostly talking to himself. "You know. You're very lucky... If someone else had found you-" he cuts himself off, you cross your arms over your chest, narrowing your eyes at him.

"I can protect myself, to an extent," you say back, gesturing to your bag, though you had no idea what you'd even be up against out here, you did have your gun and pepper spray.

"Still lucky it was me, some on this land would swallow you for breakfast and not think twice," he smirks, leaning in a bit, his fingers wrapped tightly around his bent knees. "See, I'll still eat you for breakfast but I'll ask first," his eyes twinkled flirtatiously and your cheeks burned, this wasn't normal for you. You weren't used to being flustered, you were used to men falling at your feet and buying you gifts, you had also always worn the pants, in any relationship you'd ever been in and you weren't used to a man being so forward. You opened and closed your mouth, for once in your life at a loss for words.

"Whats wrong y/n?" he asks, the way your name leaves his lips is so slow, and sensual... And was it hot in here?

"What are you some kind of bat-man siren?" You breathe out, scrunching your nose, he stifles a laugh, his eyes still twinkling brightly with his amusement. "And you know, for being so- like- mythical and handsome- You still sound like any other fuckboy," your arms are crossed over your chest again as you stare back at him, he laughs again, shaking his head at you.

"Fuckboy?"

"It's a man that sleeps with a lot of women."

"Come back to my city with me?"

"Definitely a fuck boy."

-

a/n: HAHAHAHA thank you to my frands @velarisdusk @scorpioriesling @cynthiesjmxazrielslover for the help this is gonna be great.

[ramp-it-up]

ii Most Wanted Part 10: 'Til The Day I Die (1)

Pairing: Syverson x OFC Reader "Buttercup"

Summary: How you and Sy overcome long distance. And what about your friends?

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. RPF. S MUT, ANGST, FLUFF. Distance, horny, filthy Sy on video, electronic sex, masturbation, voice/dirty talk kink, glasses kink, size kink, Angst, Sex in committed relationship. Oral sex, female receiving, making love, raw p in v, fluffy Sy, future plans, your friends are menaces, and of course, so is Sy.

Read at your own risk.  Not Beta’d. All errors my own.

A/N:  This is the 10th installment of II Most Wanted. These characters won't quit, so this series will be extended, but not for much longer. Results from the wedding dress poll will be revealed in the next part. I'm in love with these two; they are bringing my writer heart back to life. If you like it, please reblog and comment.

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Previous part here

———

Don’t open this in public.

You were intrigued when you got the notification, but you did as you were told, and put your phone back into your purse, catching up with your friends but with anticipation for when you got home.

It was just the second day back in your town, and you were out to dinner with co-workers who wanted to catch up on your new development. You’d just started to fill them in on you and Sy’s story when you got his message.

—--

The day before…

All morning, Sy thought of you and the picture you’d sent. He had to concentrate to work, and therefore was a bit of an asshole to the guys all day. He couldn’t wait to talk to you again. When you answered his call that evening, he’d been struck dumb.

“Sy? Are you there? Can you see me… can you hear me? Shit, this must be a bad connection.”

Sy seemed frozen, his mouth gaping open.

“I’ll have to call you b–”

“Wait, Buttercup, don’t hang up. I’m here.”

You smiled at him and settled back on your pillows.

“Good, You looked like you were frozen.”

“I was, kinda. I’m at a loss for words, Buttercup.”

You adjusted the glasses that Sy had never seen you in and patted your hair. You must have looked tired after a long day. You laughed nervously.

“You want to reconsider? You finally see me in my natural state. In bed, my hair up, in comfy clothes and glasses. Tired as hell. This is me. Sure this is what you want?”

You chucked your chin up as if you were ready to take a blow.

Sy recognized your anxiety and shook his head.

“I’m so sorry, Buttercup…”

Your heart dropped to your stomach. You bit your lip as you prepared for the worst. After all that happened this weekend, Sy was about to drop you like a hot potato.

“I need to ask you a question.”

“Sure, Sy.” 

“Will you marry me? You are the most gorgeous thing on the planet. Good lord…”

You stared at him in disbelief, then laughed, wishing he were there so that you could punch him. 

“You are a menace, Syverson, I swear.”

You sighed and brought the phone closer to your face. 

“Of course I will marry you. I am marrying you. Can’t take it back now. I will hunt you down.”

Sy grinned at you, reveling in the fact that you actually wanted him too.

You grinned back at him. 

“And you don’t have to butter me up. I’ll show you my boobs.”

“Mmmmmm. I’m not trying to butter you up, Buttercup. You are the cutest little thing in those glasses. Giving me all kinda thoughts. Can’t wait to see you like that in person and hold you again. But in the meantime, I’ll take you up on that offer….”

The next morning, even after having fun sexy time on the phone, Sy woke up with a boner and the memory of an extremely hot dream involving you naked on the kitchen table in those glasses.

And to make it worse, you had sent him a picture of you in those same glasses and his Army T-shirt the next morning. Sy was very hot and bothered.

Just in a slightly better mood.

—--

It was after 11 pm once you settled into bed and got your phone out. 

You opened your text thread to see a graphic up close video of Sy’s cock, slick and leaking as he gripped it hard, fisting it brutally, his thumb swiping over the tip when he reached the top.

You clutched your pearls, but stared at the screen and opened the video, licking your lips and wishing that you were with him.

“Got me down bad, Buttercup. So fucking horny for you. And that picture. That. Fucking. Picture. Have so much cum for you I don’t know what to do with it.”

Your hand was on your neck and you dragged it down under Sy’s shirt to grip one of your nipples, squirming in your bed at the thought of the cock that was held before you. You couldn’t believe that Sy had recorded this. But you weren’t mad.

Not at all, although you felt faint and swore you had a fever. Your body was hot and your throat was parched and your eyes were glued to the screen

“Oh my god, Sy…” 

You spoke to the image as if it were him and immediately put your hand down your underwear.

“Are you wet for me? If I walked through your bedroom door right now, would I find you playing in your panties?”

You heard him panting and then pausing what he was doing to squeeze the base of his cock. 

“Fuck! I can’t stop what’s coming, Buttercup.”

Sy grabbed his balls up with his two smallest fingers as the rest of them squeezed his shaft tighter.

“Why can’t I stop? That picture. That’s why. Y’look so fucking cute and godamn sexy in those glasses and my shirt.“

You gasped. You thought the picture was rather innocent. You were fully covered up. And you never imagined that your glasses would be a sex aid. 

“Well ain’t that a peach,” you said out loud and giggled at your use of a Sy-ism.

“The shirt is so big on you that it slips off your neck and I can see your collarbone and the hickey I put there the other day. The size of the shirt reminds me how tiny you are and how, how f-fucking tight your little pussy is… ugh.”

He sounded so desperate, and him handling himself was so erotic. Your clit was hard now and you were as desperate as your fiancé was on the video. 

“I was hard all fucking day, Buttercup. But I didn’t touch myself until now. It was like I was punishing myself. But then I thought about punishing you…”

You stilled, heart almost beating out of your chest. Did he just say…?

“Yeah I said it, Buttercup.”

Sy panned the camera to his face and it looked fearsome. It made your heart thrill and you gush wetness over your fingers as you started again to rub your clit in tight, tight circles.

“I thought about spanking that beautiful ass of yours until it’s hot to the touch, then fucking you. Hard.”

You swore you saw his blue eyes actually flash through the screen.

“ …just until you are ready to cum. Then stopping. Making you wait, like I have to, to feel you again…”

You whimpered.

“...making you get on your knees and feeding you my cock until both of us are dripping wet and can’t handle it anymore. FUCK! Can’t stop thinkin’ of that mouth of yours, fucking your throat until tears run down your face and then letting go all over you, and getting those glasses filthy with my cum.”

“Fuuuuckkk! Sy!”

Your fingers were touching yourself, but Sy’s words were getting you there.

“Christ, Buttercup! You drive me crazy woman.”

You could tell that he was speaking through clenched teeth and was trying not to cum even though the camera was focused again on his cock. Pre cum almost continually squirted out of his tip, and his entire shaft looked glazed, like a donut. You licked your lips at the thought.

“Is your clit pounding all pretty like it does for me? Hm? After all that, I wanna eat you out, damn, I just want to taste you again, to wrap my lips around that pretty little clit and drink from that fountain, Buttercup.”

Your back arched as you remembered the burn of Sy’s beard between your legs. Your vision whited out as you came. You wanted him there with you.

“Bet you came right then. Nothing like the real thing, huh?” 

Sy chuckled as he read your mind.

“Send me another picture like that and don’t be surprised if I turn up at your doorstep the next day. Don’t say anything, just take this cock in whatever hole I choose to put it in….”

Sy continued to speak until you witnessed his precious white cum spurt forcefully out of his cock, the sight making you touch your sensitive pussy again, this time moaning his name for your empty house.

Your mind was scrambled by the time he had wound down said a sweet and tame, “Goodnight Buttercup. Sleep tight. I love you. Talk to you soon.”

Sy had ruined you. You had to return the favor.

You looked at the clock and noticed that it was almost 2 am in Texas, so you didn’t call him like you wanted to.

Instead, you opened your own camera to record a special wake up call for Sy.

And that was how you kept your sexual connection sizzling across 1500 miles.

—-

Even though you had a fiancé, you couldn’t neglect the rest of your life, or the friends who had been constant in your life for 20 years. You looked forward to your weekly zoom with Carla and Tiffany.

Normally.

At the moment, you were being lambasted by your besties three states over.

“So… you come home for a reunion and we see you, what?  A total of about 4 hours over the course of about 80?”

You tried to explain, but Carla interrupted.

“You right, Tiff! So what’s up Buttercup! You ditched your friends for some d– GIRL WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT ON YOUR FINGER!!??!??”

Your two best friends in the world start screaming.

“Is that the ring? THEEE Ring?”

Tiffany was up and gesticulating in her living room, her two teenagers looking at her like she was crazy since she had her earbuds in.

“Yes-”

Your explanation is interrupted by Carla again.

“Oh no you didn’t. Because you didn’t tell us about it. That better be a, ‘the pussy was so good I gotta give you some jewelry ring, and not the ring you gushed over in high school when you started writing “Mrs Jacob Syverson” all over your little notebooks. Not that important ass ring that probably means a very important ass thing that we have no idea about. Right?”

Now she was quiet as Carla and Tiffany waited for you to reply. You smile sheepishly and shrug.

“Wanna come to Vegas in a month?”

Tiffany threw up both her hands and screamed while Carla hung up. 

But by the end of the night, they were both back on the call and on the same page as you. They listened as you explained how you came to realize that you didn’t want to waste anymore time because of what other people did and thought. 

You told them how much you loved Sy and how much you wanted this. They couldn’t deny that you were right. They ended the call as your best allies who just needed to have a tiny talk with Sy.

—-

“I can’t believe that they went over to your house and threatened you.”

Sy only looked a little scared. You had to laugh.

“It was more terrifying than war, Buttercup. Those women are scary. We coulda used them in country.”

Then Sy was chuckling. 

“They calmed down when I explained how much I love you, and how I would make sure that nothing or no one ever hurts you again. Even me.”

Damn. You really loved this man. You smiled at him.

“Well, I’m glad that you escaped unharmed. You might want to check Betty before you start it in the morning, though.”

“No worries. I set up a time for them to help me… for them to help me get something for the wedding. Everything is cool.”

You raised an eyebrow at your phone. He grinned.

“You’re so godamn cute, Buttercup.”

“What are you up to, Jake Syverson?”

“Just getting ready for the most important day in our lives.” 

Sy smirked at you as you gave him a side eye.

“The question at hand, though,” He wiggled his eyebrows and held up his dominant hand then lowered it, and you could clearly tell what he was doing. “Is what are you wearing, Buttercup?”

You were successfully distracted.

—--

The first two weeks apart from Sy went by pretty quickly. You were very busy: You had to turn in paperwork, find a property management company, order moving supplies, search for a house cleaner and stager, and shop for wedding dresses with Carla and Tiffany virtually critiquing every choice.

You finally settled on the perfect choice for a Vegas wedding dress in July that was to your taste and that would drive Sy crazy. But you were exhausted. You didn’t have time to second guess yourself. 

You texted Sy all day long and facetimed every evening. It wasn’t just phone sex; you talked about your plans for the future, your five year plans, and how you wanted your marriage to work.

“I want us to have a family meeting every quarter, even if it is just for the day, and check on the status of our marriage. Want us to adjust everything as needed, finances, individual and couple goals, and evaluate where we are with one another. And make changes if we need to.”

You didn’t know why you were surprised, but you were. You just didn’t expect Sy to come at you this way.

He laughed at the look on your face. 

“I know that you think I’m the emotional one, and that you are the analytical one. But I don’t want us to take each other for granted. This is too important, Buttercup. This will be for the rest of our lives.”

You smiled and responded with your heart.

“Forever and ever, amen.”

“Forever and ever, amen.”

—

The last week before the 4th crawled by.

You were amped up, which gave you excess energy to get packed up. You tried not to bother him too much, because he was trying to tie a bow on some projects so that he could have time off for the wedding and honeymoon. 

It just didn’t seem real.

Finally, Sy was getting on the road to come to you. You were nervous for the two days that it took for Sy to drive out to your place, talking to him much of the way to keep him company as you finished packing up the few things you wanted to put in the back of the Bronco.

You couldn’t sleep the night of the first day when you knew that he was sleeping just 10 hours away from you. The next morning, Sy confessed much the same. 

Your car was picked up by the shipping company, and the storage container was delivered and set on the front lawn in the driveway the morning he was to arrive and you were at your living room window watching when you heard Betty Bronco turn the corner around 6 pm. 

When you saw her down the road, you couldn’t help but take off on foot down the road to meet him, causing Sy to honk and stop the truck in the middle of the road to get out and snatch you up.

“Buttercup!”

He picked you up, twirled you around and lifted you over his head as you laughed and your soon-to-be ex neighbors looked at the scene curiously from their lawns, or their porches, or from between the slats on their blinds. Neither one of you cared about the scene you’d created.

You began kissing him before he let you down and slid down his body before he pushed you back away from him to look at you. Your curls were up in a puff and you had your glasses on and Sy laughed down at you, clad in one of his flannels and denim short shorts.

“Didn’t know that you stole that shirt too, Buttercup. You are so fine. And all mine. Soon to be Mrs. Syverson.”

He kissed you again, and before things got too heated, you pulled away and pushed him back toward Betty.

“Let’s get out of the road and into the house, Sy.”

He winked at you.

“Good idea, Buttercup.”

You practically skipped to your door as Sy parked by the curb and got his bag out of the back of Betty. You held the door open but as soon as Sy stepped foot inside, he slammed it shut and you against it.

“Hello, little lady.”

“Hullo Sy. I missed you.”

“No question I missed you too. But in less than 72 hours, we will be saying ‘I do.’”

Sy looked at you hungrily.

“Yes, Sir. You ready for that?

“Fuckin’ A.”

And Sy kissed you. Tentatively at first, rubbing his lips against yours, his beard tickling your cheeks, You put your hand up to rub your fingertips in it while he traced your lips with his tongue. You moaned, and thats when his tongue darted in to meet yours, re-exploring your mouth and causing yours to venture out and re-explore his.

Sy grabbed your hips and lifted you up so that your heads were level with each other and causing your legs to wrap around his waist. His hands explored under his shirt as yours went around his neck. And when you finally stopped kissing, you leaned your forehead against his, a little overwhelmed by the emotion.

“Sy…”

You whimpered it, your need emerging, but Sy let you down, letting your body slither against his as you gained your feet again.

“I know, baby. But show me around a little bit before we… show me around. Need to see how you are and how you are doing.”

You nodded and looked down at his shoes, which were huge next to yours. Why did that get you wet?

“Take those off.”

You did it first, showing him where to put them, and as he did as he was told, you backed up and admired your man. When he looked back up at you, he winked.

“Well, this is it. It’s not as big as your–”

“Our.”

“...house, but it’s been good to me.”

You showed him around the small dwelling, and he admired the craftsman bones of the house.

“Looks like you got most of everything packed up.”

You smiled wide at him.

“Had a burst of energy lately.”

“Hmmm. You were supposed to wait for me, Buttercup,” Sy said, turning his big body in the small, filled-with-boxes space.

“What are we gonna do for the next two days?”

You suddenly felt shy. He really made you feel like a kid again.

“Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll order some food. Maybe take a nap? You must be tired from the drive…”

Sy looked at you with an intensity that shook you to your core.

“I’ll take you up on that shower. Need to wash the road off. And go ahead and order the food if you want. Your favorite place. I am mighty hungry.” Sy’s eyes swept up and down your form and you stuttered.

“Oh-okay. L-let me show you the bathroom.”

Sy followed you and you felt his eyes on you as you got him set up.

“I’ll give you some privacy.”

Sy chuckled. 

“Thanks, Buttercup. Won’t be long."

You were shook as you ordered Thai food and tried to make space at your small table among the boxes. You felt like it was 20 years ago, yet again. 

In a few minutes, Sy came out of your master suite, clad in grey sleep pants. You tried not to stare, but hell, he was yours. You dragged your eyes up his thick, muscular form to his handsome face.

“Food’s here.”

You gulped as he held his hand out. 

“Great. It’ll reheat, right? Cause right now what I need is to hold my future wife.”

You melted into him as he practically carried you back into your bedroom and laid you both down on the king sized bed that took up most of the room. You relaxed into his arms suddenly safe again. You thought about how he hadn’t immediately wanted to fuck. He’d asked about you and how you were doing. He was so pure.

“What are you thinking, Buttercup?

Sy whispered and brushed a knuckle over your cheek. 

“Just thinking about what a good man you are,” you whispered.

“You are so good to me. Even when I was giving you hell about what happened 20 years ago…”

Sy chuckled. 

“Never stop giving me hell, Buttercup. What I need is a woman who can keep me on my toes.”

You turned toward Sy and kissed him, causing a groan when you threw your thigh over his hips. 

“There are a few things that I need to give you,Right here in your bed.” 

“Our bed,” you replied as you arched your back and his lips ventured down the side of your neck.

His hands skimmed the side of your breasts, squeezing them gently through his shirt.

 “I like the sound of that, Buttercup.” 

Sy smiled into your neck, his voice was muffled since his lips were busy on your collarbone, making new marks, and his hands were busy unbuttoning and unwrapping you from his shirt. His eyes went wide as he leaned back and looked at your naked torso, then locked in on your eyes again.

“Missed you so damn much.”

“Me, too, Sy.”

Sy descended again to place his lips to your skin, covering your breasts with soft kisses, despite the pebbling, hardening flesh over your sensitive peaks. When he drew those into his mouth was when you arched into his hand, which had unbuttoned your shorts and delved inside to cup your moist mound.

“Damn, I can’t wait for you to be mine, fully. To carry my name…”

“I am yours, Sy. Til the day I die…”

Sy muttered a soft curse, squeezing his eyes shut, and he chewed his bottom lip, concentrating, as his fingers strummed you to the edge. He gradually increased the pace, as you widened your legs and held onto his shoulder. You rotated your hips, wining on his hand until he swore again and rubbed his thumb over your clit. Your orgasm ripped through you, intense and earth-shattering, causing you to throw your head back and scream. 

“Holy fuck, you are so beautiful when you come. Give it to me.”

He leaned down and suckled at your nipple while your pulses slowed, then he scooted lower, dragging your shorts off and parting your thighs and propping them on his shoulders. He stared at it for a minute, while you brushed his now longer curls out of his eyes. He smiled at you and then your pussy.

“She’s so beautiful.”

You giggled, but it was cut short as his lips made contact. You felt the groan he emitted through your soul, and you had to bite your lip at the first brush of his tongue on the super sensitive skin that was still recovering from your orgasm. The first lick of your slick center had you clenching your hands into the sheets.

“Oh God.”

He lapped at you, kissing and exploring with his tongue. He took his time, seeming to be in no hurry. When his tongue circled your throbbing bundle of nerves, you flew apart in his hands again, but he didn’t let up. He kept lapping and slid a finger into you causing you to roll your hips and your legs to open wider.

Sy parted your folds to put another finger inside you, curled both of them, stroking over those bundles of nerves inside you as he pumped in and out as he suckled your clit. Your third orgasm rolled through you, on the heels of the one before it.  

He drew himself back up your body, naked now, having shed his pants as you were coming down, pausing to nip at your hips and his favorite parts of you, then to suck at both breasts. When he made it to your lips, he whispered against them.

“That’s going to be a daily thing.” 

“You could do that to me any time you want, Sy. Please, fuck me now. Please? Pleaseeeee?” 

He shifted between your thighs and teased your slit with his leaking cock as his jaw clenched. You begging was his kryptonite.

“I had the idea to wait until we got married. But… I just… can’t….”

You moaned and he closed his eyes as he slowly entered you inch by inch, stretching you out again for him. His jaw remained clenched, and yours was gaped open in a gasp until he was fully seated inside you. Sy leaned down and kissed your forehead.

“So tight. So good for me, Buttercup…Suchhhh a good girl for me, baby…”

You keened at his praise as he started moving, making love to you sweetly, kissing you, holding you tenderly, and looking into your eyes. The connection was everything.

“You’re mine. And I am yours.” 

“I know.” 

The tense knot in your belly began to unfurl, and you held onto him tight as the orgasm took over you. 

“Love you so much, Buttercup.” 

With just a few more strokes, Sy found his release.

—-

You eventually got up from bed and ate. Then you talked for the rest of the night. 

You and Sy caught up you loaded the shipping container, leaving the big furniture for the movers. You were in your little domestic bubble until you heard pounding on your door on the morning of the 4th of July, the day before you and Sy were going to drive to Vegas for the wedding.

Sy got up from bed and opened the door, as you peered around the corner from your bedroom.

He looked through the peephole and rolled his eyes before he opened the door. He let Carla and Tiffany push him aside as they entered your house.

“Move aside, Syverson. We’re here to take our bestie for some girl time and a bachelorette party to remember before she signs her life away.”

You stared at Sy, then at them as they continued. 

“Pack your bags, Buttercup, we’re going to Vegas!”

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seventeen fic recs

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poly

dating svt (hyung line) - LOVE IT, joshua got me on a chokehold, and wonwoo PLEASEEEEEEEEEEE :( wherecanIgetoneofthose

dating svt (maknae line) - mingyu as a back hugger is so :(((((((((, I can totally see dino writing love letters to his s/o :(((

pick-up lines - non-idol! au, fluff, silly af, my favs are jeonghan, jun, wonwoo, woozi, mingyu, chwe and chan

you take your promise ring off during a fight - performance unit, vocal unit , hip-hop unit, angsty af, made me cry a little

reaction to the camera panning to them when their idol!s/o is on stage - idol!au, idol!reader, dsfkjsdfjh the jeonghan is my fav idk

kitten ears - pwp, smut, hybrid!reader in heat, LEMME TELL YOU SOMETHING ABOUT THIS ONE RIGHT HERE, IT´S FILTH,,,,, and my fav one is hoshi´s LDJSLFJH read it whenever you feel like having a smut fest

hip hop unit

seungcheol

let me take care of you - drabble, fluff, hubby!cheol, pregnant reader, he is straight uP husband soon-to-be-daddy material, this was so CUTE,,,

caught in a trap - smut, seunkwan´s sister!reader, older brother´s bff!cheol, face riding, he makes you beg for it, “you’ve got me in your little trap, baby. what are you gonna do with me?” SLDKJSHDFKSJ whY is he like tHAT??

as your boyfriend - he gets offended if you don´t let him pay???? now THAT´S my kind of man

whatever you say - fluff, crack, text au, #simp, this is funny lmao

wonwoo

he angry fucks you bc he lost in a video game - blurb, smut, explicittt, the title??? I can see the vision. listen the way this just escalated INMEDIATLY I-, he is ANGRY FR FR in the hottest way, just read it ok pls

he´s rough and in love - smut, just pwp, i made up the name bc it is what it is, he´s already made you cum twice but he still looks at you with eyes full of the purest love while doing the nastiest things, puthy clenching dirty talking, you talk too much, y’know that?, he wanted to keeP GOINg like,,,,sir

the peephole - smut, perv!wonu, roomies au, he´s obsessed, "Speak up, slut. Or have I fucked you completely stupid already" UMMMM?????

scented candles - e.r, fluff, idk idk idk this was cute

couple things - slice of life, fluff, “is there… a reason you’re upside down, my love?” 

needle in the hay - idol au, angst, smut, break up au, idol!reader, 97-liner! reader, poor wonu, slow burn kinda, he´s hopeless and scared and nervous

lingering looks - fluff, idol romance u, POWER COUPLEEEEEEE, I love it, this could be us but he playin

marriage -married life au, dad!wonu, his daughter (a child) wants to marry uncle gyu so he goes on cardiac arrest bc there´s no mf way bUT at least it wasnt soonyoung

workplace crush - work au, co-worker!wonu, I CAN TOTALLY SEE HIM AS "THE IT DEPARTAMENT CRUSH"!!!!! I would have had to quit, it´s too much

cat and mouse - smut, kinda red flag!wonu, "Wonwoo thinks you’re the cutest person ever. And the part of you he finds the most cute? The fact that you actually think he’s going to let you avoid him forever." FLSDUKFJHSLDKJFH

arguments - smut, “You remember how I dealt with that little attitude of yours last time?”  he´s a cocky mf

wisdom tooth surgery - fluff, reader is out of it bc of anesthesia and she cant believeee mingyu´s hot rommie is her mans, it´s a nice read

bruised - angst, fluffy ending, break up au, tough guy wonu but he´s actually a cutie pie, he´s careless about his safety, I LOVE ITTT, the angst is gewd

what you need - smut, shy!reader, soft dom!wonwoo, praise kink, JEON MF WONWOO I- LSFHSKDJFHLSJDFLH this made me blush yall, the ending too sdfksdfkh

mingyu

birthday boy - fluff, f2l, the fLIRTING!!??, i honestly blushed, my eyes got watery and everythin, i HATE IT (not) bc why is he so dreamy every TIME??, also,,, the make out sesh?? MY GODDD, i swear I felt it. he. is. inloveeeeee

first kiss - fluff, established relationship, he IS going to kiss you or else,,,,the man is obsessed

he´s big - smut, size kink,"daddy's too big for you? s'okay, princess, you can do it. you can take it. you're my good girl." CALL THE MF POLICE RN!!!!1!!!!! iminlove

big buff gyu - smut, manhandling, dom!gyu, “look at me, let me see you cry, baby” STOOOOOPPPP sksdfnslflfwkf

beach boobs babes - smut, beach au, chubby reader, big boobs, he´s suffering sfjfjdhdjdh, HE´S COCKY,, literally, shit talker, titty fuckin, he likes thicc girlsssss

pup code - fluff, smut, crack, size kink kinda, mingyu has a fat crushhhh, lowkey himbo vibes, he gets so nervous lmao, jeonghan is a lil shit, somebody help mingyu omg, wonwoo is a victim!!!!!, “I’ve never done the Zoolander face in my life!” jefjrejufriuj

sleepy talk - fluff, married au, “Do you think I’m pretty?” “Sweetheart, we’re married.”

his girl - smut, angst, emotionally unavailable reader, whipped mingyu, “i’ll fuck you forever.. as long as you want. fuck you ‘til you never wanna leave again”

funfetti - bf!gyu, birthday au, so FLUFFY I WANNA CRYYYYYYYYYY love him sm :(

hybe romance - idol!gyu, idol!reader, fluff, love itttttttttttt, THOSE PICS OF MINGYU ON PART 2 LORDDDD, if I was an idol hanging out with the 97 squad i´d be a hOE, no questions asked, bunch of men i want to fucc sitting together would be the end of me

pussy drunk - smut, pussy whipped, "i'm legit gonna kill myself if we dont fuck again", HE NEED SOME MIL

creep - smut, halloween au, serial killer!gyu, ghost!gyu, jeonghan is always starting some shit I swear, this is DIFFERENTTT and the smut is so good yall PLEASE read it

first morning together - fluff, UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH :((((((( ihateithere

warm on a cold night - fluff, college au, bsf to lovers, it´s cute

daddy - smut, lowkey fluff, dom!mingy, daddy kink, SIZE KINK are we even surprised atp?, innocent! reader

drunk giant - drunk!mingyu, bc why would he try to challenge cheol to a drinking game??, wonwoo is tired, and somebody get hoshi´s lips off of seokmin!

gym and thirst - smut, those pics of mingYU NAUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR WOOF WOOF SDKHWEYWRAWRRAWRAWR bc why tf would joshua do that for????? pls I love big men

mingyu´s cause of death - FLUFF, bf!gyu, this made me really want to cry myself to sleep from the beggining bc there´S NO WAAAAAAAAYYYYY :´´) so cute #simp #whipped

heater - fluff, gyu is cold,,,or is he not, “you’re literally taking all of my body heat, that’s why i’m cold,” “maybe if you didn’t insist on using my boobs as a pillow-,” “oh shut up,”

stain on the sink - fluff, e.r, slice of life, sex joke, you bleach his hair, is so domestic idkidk

cuffing season - smut, richbf!mingyu, he got a black card, good money, good job, loves spoiling you AND he´s wearing the wife beater - grey sweats combo??????? CUFF HIM UP NAAAOWWW, AND AND AND he also makes sure to fuck you without ruining your hair and nails that HE PAID FOR!!!!!! BUT since he gets a lil carried away and you chipped a nail he gives 300 dollar$$$ to get it fiixed right away LIKE????? god please when is it my turn to be happy

worshipping you - smut, sub!gyu, a short one but WHEEEWW

wet sound - smut, short one, THE DIRTY TALK!!!!!! I HATE HIMMMMMMMMMM bc wdym he makes her shut up so she can listen to her wet coochie sOUNDS????? call 911 rn

kitty - smut, THE VISUALS??!?!??! the way this played in my mind had me shook

trouble - fluff, non-idol!gyu, you´re his pretty mess, lowkey brat reader, in love gyu, baking cookies with his cute lil helper sdfljsdfljh :( its cute

vernon

vernon loves your face - he´s so in love omg, sdsdkfj it´s so cute

coffee talk - fluff, coworker!vernon, work romance au, jwhhxsjxsjd cutee

no studying for you - smut, he isn´t letting you study, “Hansol! For the love of fuck!” “Yeah that’s me, I love to fuck,” what?? dkdsfjfj

bias - fluff, slice of life, idol!au, you make the cats choose their svt bias, IT SO WHOLESOME :((((((((

vocal unit

woozi

joshua

bad joke - angst, fluff, calling you clingy

tom and jerry - smau, fluff, crack, text au, SOMEBODY COME GET JISOO LMAOO, he´s doing too much

mr. nice guy - smut, next door neighbors au, I HATE HIM skfffkjs this got me blushing and shit, he cosplays as a gentleman but he´s actually just a flirty nasty mf

seokmin

You Know What They Say About Men With Big Feet - smut, big feet, big nose, big muscles and a big dicc YUPPPPPP, seokmin has it ALL

perfect man - smut, he´s a gentleman, reader makes the mf move and I would have too

jeonghan

2am conversations - slice of life, “what if crabs think that fish can fly?” “angel, it’s two in the morning,” sdkhfksb it´s cute :(((( so domesticc

such a flirt - fluff, he keeps on flirting but has a breakdown when you flirt back lmao, cute

call me by his name - smut, softdom! wannabe harddom! hannie, hSLFDHSLKFH I CAN REALLY SEE THIS HAPPENING idk idk

the long way - model!jeonghan, staff!reader, UGGHHDSLHFLSKH i love this, he´s so confident and lowkey straight forward

tinted windows - smut, ceo!hannie, panty ripper,, literally, car sex, “sir you have a meeting in twenty minutes.” “fuck that stupid meeting, i have more important things to be doing right now.” IT´S GOOD YALL

seungkwan

dance unit

hoshi

why do you love me? - fluff, blurb, so cute

too hot - very suggestive, naaaahhhh he was done for before it even started

first time - smut, fluff, crack, they´re both dumb, reader is boldddd lmao, #couplegoals

drunk and in love - fluff, wasted!hoshi, him in his tiger patterned-shirt, asdkjasdh he´d deff be like this, he rants about how wonderfull you are to whoever got ears, so cute

junhui

jun realizes he has a size kink - blurb, smut, the words he SAIDD I-, in my opinion it was too short!1! that was some good stuff

how badly do you want this? - smut, oral, 7 mins in heaven, it´s hottt

minghao

lollipops and candy bars - smut, sub!hao, reader loves to tease, cute and innocent looking reader, hao needs help lmao, "Well, I finished off my lollipop a while ago, do you have anything else I could suck on?” SKLHDLFJHKLDJ wow

chan

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now playing: 200 - minhyung's version by mark

summary ・ after losing the people he loved the most, mark could never move on... but is it really that bad when you return? ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤgenre ・ angst (that's the first idea that came out when i was listening to this fucking song, thanks mark) ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤcontent ・ grieve, character death, spiderverse is mentioned (and used), silk!reader again because i love her! lowkey toxic at the end but... uh... yeah... ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤwc ・ 1980

[notes] i may be a bit uh... invested in spidermark, i admit it. this idea came out when i was listening to the mentioned song lol and whenever you guys see a post "now playing" keep in mind that the fic was plotted because of the song! ngl i literally sobbed real hard while writing the first two paragraphs... i guess i was a bit overwhelmed...

and there he was again. sitting on top of a building, doing your favourite activity together, looking at the moon. his mask was discarded beside bim, his phone in hands, earbuds paired and the song he wrote for you was playing on repeat while he watched some videos of you.

if only he had been faster. you would be there too, with him. now he has no one for him. he wasn't capable of saving the people he loved the most so why is the city still counting on him? why was he doing all of this when, out of all people in the country, he couldn't save only two...

"baby, look! aren't they the cutest?" you point to a pet café, where three cats could be seen by the window.

"they surely are! oh look, they're greeting you!" his voice is joyful. the soft and lovely tone and the sparkling eyes whenever he looked at you or even thought about you were undeniable signs of his love and adoration for you.

"can we have one when we move in together?" you asked, looking at him over the phone. and who was him to deny when you looked so adorable like that?

"we surely can, love." he giggles. It was one of his many memories with you, but this one is where you mentioned moving in with him. a tear dropped at the screen, wetting the phone and suddenly, there was mark again, sobbing.

you finally graduated from high school and were going to attend the same university, so why not move in together? you've spent years together, attached to the hip, in a joyful friendship, which later evolved into a romantic relationship and you couldn't been happier. mark and you were sure you could handle each other's weird habits and were ready for that. let's be honest, you've seen each other at its worst multiple times, and nothing could make your relationship weird.

that time... when he stupidly let you go... you were excited. talking about new cute decorations you found on a website and cat's products for the new addition to your and mark's family.

but that fucking scumbag needed to target you. he needed to take you from him...

every single day mark still reminisced in that moment. he couldn't think of anything other than you. you were his first thought in the morning when he woke up and the last when he was going to sleep. he tried to focus on the good parts. when he had you. but it was hard not to remember he was the one to blame for your loss. after all, he was your superhero. your spideyboy.

his heart clenched again and, by that time, his face was completely drenched in tears. he couldn't stop thinking about you. and this was making him sicker and sicker every day.

the gadget on his suit blinked, announcing a new mission for spiderman. and that was the one thing keeping mark alive. he was trying to compensate for his loss by overworking himself.

"imma make it for you, my love..." he mumbled to himself, drying, uselessly, his face, before standing up.

honestly, mark didn't know how he ended up in this situation. suddenly the city was full of spiders, which he didn't even know that could exist.

"so wait... uh... you're... me... but from another universe?" he tried to cope, he was, really hard, but... how did that happen?

"not you, i'm me, but yeah..." the other spider said. "and there's someone else, silk. as soon as she found out about it, she was willing to help us." he smiled.

"yeah! she travels through the multiverse a lot!" the blonde girl said, swinging her legs.

"but she's a bit late, i see..." the spider who seemed the oldest, spoke, grumpy as always. mark had already noticed it...

they were discussing loudly and mark's head was spinning. when, in a million years, he could guess there were other spiders? and that there was a multiverse. and that he could travel through it whenever he wanted.

suddenly an orange portal appeared and another spider could be seen coming. another woman.

"sorry guys, i was... busy..." she reasoned, wiping off some blood on staining her suit.

as soon as she spoke, mark felt a pang in his heart because why is her voice so identical to yours? and your body proportions? yeah, he was really confused.

but, when the named silk, took off the part of her suit that was hiding half of her face, mark's blood drained. his face was terrified and the blonde girl named gwen noticed it.

"hey... you fine?" she asked, tapping his shoulder.

the spider version of you approached him with concern in your eyes. "uh... mark, right? what's wrong?"

everything was wrong! it was you! his love, his girlfriend. the woman he'd burn the world for if this meant to keep you safe. you were alive? and a spider in another universe? what the fuck was going on?

"y-yeah... i just... need some air..." he quickly grabbed his mask and put it on.

"we literally on top of a building..." the other spider named mark mumbled, watching the guy jump off, swinging on his webs.

it was kinda comic the amount of times the spiderman could be spotted up in buildings in random times of the day doing nothing. actually doing the same thing he had been doing for good seven months... thinking.

"great thing you're fine. i thought you were about to pass out." behind him there was your voice. he pressed his eyes together, trying to remember: you were not you. she was not you.

"sorry..." he mumbled. "i was... uh... having a hard time..." he tried to reason. but as soon as you sat beside him, he lost it completely. but how could he cope when she was exactly like you. when she even had the same scent he could never forget.

"you know... that grumpy man out there and me are kind of... responsible for this uh... spiderverse thing. so i kinda feel like we could take care of you. and i'm definitely in charge of gwen, so you can report her behaviour to me if needed." you laugh and mark can feel his heart warming at his favourite sound. "the point is... if you need to talk... i'm here to listen..."

oh and he wants, more than anything. he wants to tell you how much he misses you. how he wants to just leave this life of superhero and maybe kidnap you, so you can live together, far away from this mess of a life. but... it's not you... it's not.

you sighed and smiled, caressing his shoulders before standing up. maybe you got the hint, he didn't want to talk, or maybe he wasn't ready for it.

"i had a girlfriend..." he blurted out and you stopped. even if he wasn't mentally prepared to talk about you again, especially with someone who is a carbon copy of the woman he loved the most, mark knew he needed to. he needed to release this fog of blame that was plaguing his mind and heart ever since the beginning.

you kept your distance, trying to make him as comfortable as possible.

"she was... the girl of my dreams, you know." he smiled, already feeling the tears starting to prick up in his eyes. "did you ever feel like... living in heaven just by having a special person by your side?" he asked and you hummed in response. "that was it... that was what she was for me. my fucking world ever since we met each other when we were only six."

he paused, sighing deeply, wiping some tears off his face. you waltzed towards him slowly, resuming your previous position beside him.

"we were about to move in together. we were gonna attend the same university, so why not? she was so excited, she was thinking of having a cat as our child..." mark smiled lovingly and you couldn't help but do the same. "but then... a fucking bastard, who i thought was my best friend, took her from me. i wasn't... fast enough to catch her while she was falling... i..." he sobbed and you touched his back, trying to comfort him in some way. "it happened seven months ago and i still can't move on. i overwork myself as spiderman, forgetting about my normal life..." he chuckled. "in hopes that i can stop thinking about it for a second, but it's kinda impossible." and for the first time he looked in your eyes.

you could see the pain right in his soul, it's like you could read him like an open book, but there was a hint of pure love. he locked his eyes to yours and frowned, letting more tears fall.

"and it doesn't help the bare fucking minimum that you look exactly like her. from your eyes to your feet, you are her. so why here? why, out of the other many universes out there, it had to be mine?" the pain in his tone made you feel guilty.

you were taken aback by his words. speechless. you averted your gaze from his, but he was still looking at you.

"but you know... i'm kinda relieved now... i can finally feel you here after all. i know you're not her. you're not... mine... but please, let me hug you... that's the only thing i'm asking for now... please..." he mumbled, desperately. she was the one thing that kept him close to you again. he needed it for his life.

without thinking too much you pleaded. the sigh of pure relief he let out made you cry a bit. you could tell he needed it like it was oxygen. like this would make him live again.

mark touched every part of your body, trying to feel everything of you like it was the last time he could do it. your hair, your shoulders, your waist. he buried his face in the crook of your neck so he could smell your scent once again like it was some kind of aphrodisiac.

but then he pulled away from you, cupping your face in his hands, staring directly into your soul before moving his gaze to your lips, licking his own.

his mind was telling "that's not her", but how could he get it when she looks exactly like you? right in front of him once again. it's like... you've never been gone. he had you one more time, he couldn't let you go again...

"mark..." you whispered and he closed his eyes. having you calling his name again had his head spinning. you can't do it to me... please don't... "i'm not her... i don't wanna hurt you or... having you thinking i can replace her..." no one can ever replace her. "but..."

"would you... let me kiss you?" he wasn't thinking straight. she couldn't do it to him. to your memory, but... how could she deny it when he was asking so eagerly? so... passionate. so... needed.

"would it make you feel any better?" you ask, somehow feeling guilty.

"much better..." he mumbled, getting closer.

when your lips touched, you could feel mark melting right away. his body was eager and you could tell it was the best moment ever since... his loss. one of his hands remained on your cheek, caressing lovingly, while the other flew to your waist.

it was wrong. he couldn't be doing it. she wasn't you. but how could he do the right thing? was there even wrong or right? his mind kept on telling him one thing, but his heart was so happy to have you back. it wouldn't hurt any more to have a little piece of you again. even if you could never return to his life...

[k-verse-sachi]

S/O being stressed

Hey everyone! Welcome to CharmedChaos!

I'm JJSTAY, writer #1 who loves bringing your favorite characters to life in exciting and imaginative ways here at CharmedChaos. So, sit back, relax, and dive into the world of fantasy with me!

Group: SKZ

Type: X Reader/X Member/N.A

Age Restriction: 13+/16+/18+/N.A

Word Count: 370

Request Status: Requested by: {no one}

Pairing: OT8

Genre: selected in purple

Romance, Angst, Fluff, Drama, Comedy, Fantasy, Mystery, Thriller, Action, Adventure, Horror, Smut

Trigger Warning: reader is stressed, mentions of food

Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons{outside of stated idols}, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Got it! Let's dive into the reactions of each member of Stray Kids to their stressed significant other:

Absolutely, let's switch it up:

Bang Chan:

Sees you stressed, immediately starts brainstorming solutions.

Pulls out a whiteboard and markers, ready to map out a plan of action.

Suggests a "stress-busting" dance party in the living room, complete with impromptu choreography sessions.

Lee Know:

Notices your stress and decides it's time for a DIY spa day.

Sets up a makeshift spa in the bathroom, complete with cucumber slices and soothing music.

Accidentally spills a face mask on the floor, leading to a slippery (but hilarious) cleanup mission.

Changbin:

Takes one look at your stressed expression and declares it's time for a "stress-eating" session.

Whips up an assortment of comfort foods, from ramen to chocolate chip cookies.

Accidentally burns the cookies, but insists they're just "extra crispy."

Hyunjin:

Sees you stressed and decides to unleash his secret weapon: a collection of adorable animal videos.

Pulls up YouTube and starts playing a marathon of baby animal compilations.

Ends up getting distracted by the videos himself, leading to a competition to see who can find the cutest puppy.

Han:

Notices your stress and immediately whips out his collection of dad jokes.

Launches into a series of puns and one-liners, determined to make you laugh.

Ends up getting so caught up in the jokes that he forgets why you were stressed in the first place, but hey, at least you're both laughing hysterically.

Felix:

Sees you stressed and decides it's time for a spontaneous dance party.

Pulls out his phone and starts blasting your favorite songs, dragging you into the middle of the room.

Ends up accidentally knocking over a lamp in the process, but insists it's just part of the fun.

Seungmin:

Notices your stress and immediately starts listing off random facts and trivia to distract you.

Launches into a passionate monologue about the history of paperclips, complete with diagrams.

Somehow manages to turn the mundane into the hilarious, leaving you in stitches by the end.

IN:

Sees you stressed and decides it's time for a "stress-relief" scavenger hunt.

Starts hiding random objects around the house, leaving you clues to find them.

Ends up getting lost in the chaos himself, leading to a hilarious search mission to track him down.

[tikosblogg]

HIDDEN HEARTS//PT 2.

Summary: love triangle? you grew up with folio, you are best friends. Both in very successful bands. folio tries to ignore his hidden feelings for you, especially when the one and only Noah Sebastian steals your heart.

Warnings: angst, lil make out sesh, nothing crazy.

A/N: welp I had ALOT of time on my hands today, SO here is part two! I’m so excited for this story, part three will more than likely be out tomorrow afternoon LOL. ALSO thank you all so much for the love and support you’re sending my way! It means the absolute world to me.❤️

I woke up the next morning, with a pep in my step. I am so excited about today. This song is fucking sick, and I can’t believe I get to sing it for the band. I walked to the closet picking out a hoodie and some sweats, throwing them on. Nick texted me that they were on their way 15 minutes ago. I have to make time today to sit and talk to him. I need to figure out what is going on. I didn’t bother fixing my hair, or putting on makeup, since I was going to get it done there anyways. I grabbed my belongings and walked out waiting for the guys to pull up.

Five minutes later, a black suv came pulling into the driveway. Jolly rolls his window down “get in loser, we’re going to shoot a music video.” He smiles at me, opening the door from the inside for me. I threw my head back with a laugh, at the mean girls reference. “Here you can sit next to Noah so he can talk your ear off about his anime show.” Jolly laughs moving to the third row of seats.

I slide in next to Noah, with a small smile. “We can change seats if you want, lungs” Nick suggests from the front passenger seat. “Oh it’s okay really, thanks nick.” I patted his shoulder, as he gave me a small nod turning back around as Ruffilo pulled out of the driveway. “You like anime?” Noah leans in and whispers, I let out a giggle nodding my head yes.

We pulled up to the set, a lot of cameras and people swarmed the area, some fans linger outside the building, waiting for Bad Omens to make an appearance. We pulled around back to a secluded area and made a beeline inside, straight to hair and makeup. The guys walked me to a room that had a whole vanity set up, and racks of clothing.

I said hello to my makeup and hair stylists for the day. They were really sweet women. The hair stylist Jenna, got to me first. She took the straightener to my long blonde hair, straightening it pin straight. She sprayed some texturizing spray, and hair spray to make sure it stayed put. Next Sarah came to do my makeup. It came out flawless. It looked almost eerie?

I’m supposed to be playing a rogue AI. It’s amazing seeing Noah’s vision come to life. I thanked them both, as a guy came in, and lead me to the racks of clothes. He pulled out a sheer white outfit. I took the outfit from him, sliding it on. The white long sleeve turtleneck was soft against my skin. I looked up towards the mirror, my tits clearly visible through the shirt.

I felt my cheeks flush. I’m not really embarrassed of my body, but I’ve never worn anything this sheer. I feel like I might as well be wearing plastic wrap as a shirt. I shook my nerves away, sliding into the bottom half. Thankfully they came with white underwear type bottoms. My most important bits, thankfully being covered. The man I learned who’s name is Jon walked back in, adjusting the outfit.

“Perfect, it looks amazing on you hon.” I smiled, thanking him as he walked me to set. When we entered, all the guys were standing around a big glass box. My eyes widened at how beautiful it looked. It was exactly like I pictured it when I was explaining it to Noah. There was a chair dead in the center of the glass case. The floor was covered in what looked like green moss.

I gasped when I saw the cutest Snow White bunny, sat in the corner of it. My sudden outburst caused all the guys to turn their attention to me. “Damn y/n….you look great!” Nick smiled, as I walked over to them. They all nodded in agreement, as I thanked them. I looked over at Noah, who was frozen still eyes glued to me. I gave him a small smile, getting worried that he hated it.

He cleared his throat, taking a step towards me. “Wow…you uh..you look amazing.” I could see a slight pink tint cover his cheeks, making my confidence shoot through the roof. Did I really just make him blush? Fuck yeah I did. “Thank you Noah.” We did what felt like hundreds of takes. Some in the glass case, and more on a gurney, and even the hallway.

After finishing them, Jon took me back to the dressing room grabbing me another outfit. He quickly shoved it into my arms making his way out of the room. “Change quickly hon, they need you back out there in 5.” He slammed the door behind him, as I stood there dumbfounded. I looked at the “outfit” in my hands, looking like a bunch of leather straps. “What in the hell?”

Well after 5 minutes, I finally got it on. Turning towards the mirror, I froze in horror. I thought the first outfit was bad….I look like I belong in hustlers magazine. This one piece was literally just straps. I twisted around in the mirror, looking at myself from every angle.

The bottoms were cut very high, my ass no doubt making its appearance. My tits barely fit into the top. My thoughts were interrupted when the dressing room door swung open. “Hey is everything-.” Noah walked in, pausing when he saw me. All of sudden I felt completely bare. I could feel my cheeks getting hot.

“Oh um yeah, sorry…couldn’t figure the uh…the straps out.” I stammered, awkwardly gesturing to my outfit. He said nothing, as he quietly shut the door behind him. I let out a half hearted chuckle, as he slowly stalked over to me. I could feel my heart pounding, the closer he got. He said nothing, stopping just in front of me.

I held my breath waiting for him to say something. We were so close to each other at this point, I could feel the heat emitting from his body. He slowly raised his hand, reaching for the strap at my hip untwisting it to lay properly against my skin. “There. You ready?” His voice was low, and husky. I nodded my head, afraid to even open my mouth, afraid of what would come out. He smiled, and I followed him out of the room back to set.

We finally finished up, at about 12am. All of us were exhausted, and ready for bed. We piled back into the suv, headed back to my place. This time Noah drove, and I sat in the very back with Nick. Noah had the radio playing, while jolly scrolled through his phone in the passenger seat, and Ruffilo was passed out against his window.

“Are you okay Nick? You’ve been acting weird for the past two days…did do I something?” He looked over at me, with his brows furrowed. “Of course not y/n. I’m sorry, I’ve just been a little stressed out is all.” I nodded my head, not really believing it. So I pushed a little further. “What’s got you so stressed?.”

He shook his head, looking down to his lap. “You know I love you right?” I smiled, bumping his shoulder with mine. “Of course, I love you too.” He nodded his head with a weak smile. “All I want is for you to be happy, no matter who it’s with.” I furrowed my brows confused, about to ask what he meant when jolly’s voice broke the silence of the car.

“Thank god, I’m so tired of being in this car.” Everyone agreed, as we all climbed out. “We still have to drive to our place dumbass.” Ruffilo laughed, as we entered my air bnb. They all looked rough. I felt bad for them, they still had a 30 minute drive home. “Why don’t you guys just crash here? There’s plenty of space.” I offered, and they all perked up. “Really? That’d be awesome actually.” Jolly said, slumping onto the couch.

I smiled, kicking my shoes off at the door. “Of course make yourself at home.” I walked back to my room, ridding my clothes and hopping in the shower. When I got out, I walked back to the living room to see jolly, and both nicks already passed out on the couches. I looked around, wondering where Noah was until I saw the sliding glass door to the patio slightly open.

I walked over to it, peering out seeing Noah on one of the couches, scrolling through his phone. “Hey…everything okay?” His head shot up, his lips forming a smile. “Yeah, I just can’t sleep. Too much going on in here.” He tapped the side of his skull, setting his phone down on the little coffee table in front of him. I nodded in understanding, stepping out and shutting the door behind me.

“Want some company?” I asked, standing to the side, waiting for an answer before I just plopped down beside him, not wanting to invade his space. He nodded his head, and patted the spot next to him. I sat down, criss crossing my legs to get comfortable. He was the first to break the silence. We talked for a while, about anything and everything. Just enjoying each others presence.

“You did great today y/n, I know this video is going to be amazing. Your creativity is mind blowing. I loved all your ideas, they really helped bring it all together.” I blushed at his praises, looking down at my lap. “Thank you Noah, you too. I can’t tell you how much I love the song. The visions you have for this whole album are fucking sick.” He laughed, thanking me.

“Did you like the wardrobe choices? Sorry if they were a little much.” He smiled, looking over at me. “I was a little caught off guard honestly, but looking back now I think they were pretty badass. I think I did them justice.” I laughed jokingly, looking over at him, when I didn’t hear him laughing with me. He was staring with a serious expression, making me nervous all over again.

“You looked amazing y/n.” I don’t even know who leaned in first, but before I knew it his lips softly grazed mine. I threw caution to the wind, and leaned the rest of the way in. It started off innocent, our lips just pressed together in a simple kiss. We slightly pulled away, our foreheads still touching. Both our breathing turned heavy, as his hand came up grabbing my cheek and pulling me in for another. This time was faster, and more rushed.

I felt his teeth nip my bottom lip, and I opened up to let his tongue slip inside. He pulled my body closer to him, as our tongues softly played with each other. A soft whimper left my mouth, bringing me back to reality. I jerked away, quickly standing from my seat. “Fuck Noah. I’m so sorry….I shouldn’t of…fuck.” I quickly turned around, headed back inside. “Wait y/n-“

I slid the door closed, and beelined for my room. Fuck! What did I do? This is not a good idea. I like Noah so much, so fucking much but I’m terrified of causing issues in the band. Nick is my best friend, I don’t ever want to jeopardize his career, or any of theirs for that matter. Noah is one of his best friends, It just feels so wrong. My feelings for Noah are so strong, but my love for Nick and our friendship mean more. I have to do what’s right…stay as far away from Noah as possible.

[writingforcuteppl]

Enchanted (Kenny’s Version)

PAIRING: Kenny McCormick x Reader

SUMMARY: Remembering can be bittersweet, and each of them has been since you were little. That doesn’t mean all the memories are joyful. But in the end, you were enchanted to meet them.

GENRE: Angst, Fluff.

WARNINGS: Swearing. Mentions of eating disorders (bulimia and anorexia), miscarriage, bullying, panic attacks, and depression. Emotionally abusive parents. Fights.

WORD COUNT: 9.6k words

PART: 3.1 (series masterlist)

1st Grade

You were nervous and happy at the same time. Your family moved into this new town, South Park. It is not like you remember that much of preschool. So being in a new town, in a new school, was thrilling.

You were waiting for the classes to start when you noticed one blonde kid sitting beside you.

“You’re new here, right? I’m Kenny.”

“I’m Y/n” Kenny nodded at your answer, and then you saw him smile.

“Well, since you’re new here, you must at least know your new friends,” you smiled. You felt delighted someone was making you feel this welcome.

While the two of you were waiting for the class to start, Kenny was telling you the names of the kids arriving and the names of the few kids that were already in the classroom. As the classroom was starting to fill up with kids, Kenny looked back at you.

“You and I are gonna be the bestest of friends, Y/n, ok?”

“Ok.”

2nd Grade

“Don’t you think he’s cute?” Wendy asked you as all the girls were sitting in a circle in the playground. After being best friends with Kenny for over a year now, all the girls wanted to know how one of the boys managed to be friends with one of the girls.

“Huh?” you tilted your head, confused by her question.

“I’m talking about Kenny. You always spend time with him, even after school.”

“C’mon, Y/n tell us everything,” Bebe, who was sitting next to your other side, said.

“Well, he’s a perfect friend. He’s like my brother.”

“Only that? He’s like one of the cutest kids in our class,” Red asked.

“Umm yeah. What else did you want to hear?” most of the girls huffed. You really didn’t understand what else they wanted to hear. Maybe they liked him? You knew those feelings were something people tend to feel, but you always thought those were adult feelings. At least that’s what your mother always told you. That liking someone because of the way they look was something only adults felt.

Cute? Is that how everyone else saw him? You started to think of all the evenings and times you and Kenny spent time together, he was disgusting (not that it bothered you), and he also taught you how to play video games, Mario Kart being the one you enjoyed the most. He also taught you to play soccer since sometimes his friends were busy, and he played every evening in your backyard.

Cute. That’s what Kenny was to your friends, but for you, he was like the brother you never had. You never really thought a boy was cute, or maybe… No, there wasn’t anyone you thought was “cute.”

That same evening you were looking at Kenny while the two of you were doing your homework. Both of your parents thought this was going to be a good idea since Kenny didn’t get good grades, and you were the first in your class, and they thought maybe if the two of you did homework together, he was going to get better.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“The girls said you were cute, so I’m just trying to see what they meant by that.”

“They think I’m cute? How?”

“I don’t understand how and why they said that.”

“Ok, for example, I think puppies are cute. Like that type of cute?”

“Maybe, I dunno,” you were pouting. It was bothering you that fact that you didn’t understand what they meant earlier.

“I think you’re cute” You looked at Kenny and smiled. “Do you think I’m cute?”

“Eh…”

“You know what? Don’t answer that.”

“I mean, I find cute kittens, but you… I wouldn’t say, “Omg, he’s so cute,” like I do with animals. I do think there’s something about you. Enough for the girls to ask me about you.”

“So, no cute from you?” now Kenny was the one pouting.

“I’ve literally seen you eat food from the floor for money, Kenny.”

“Ah, you’re right. But if I’m not wrong, I bought something for you with that money, didn’t I?” you turned around and looked at the cartoonish little chick you now had as a keychain on your backpack, and you smiled. It was the first present someone outside your family gave you. It meant a lot to you. You then looked at Kenny and tried to look at him only as a boy, not as your best friend or your brother. For the first time, you noticed how blue his eyes were. His eyes were cute.

“I guess you may be a little bit cute. Like, I really like your eyes. They are really blue now that I’m looking at them better.”

“I like your smile. Whenever you smile, I smile too” You smiled at his comment. He smiled back. Maybe your friends were right. Maybe Kenny McCormick was cute, after all.

3rd Grade

“So, you’re having a sister?” You and Kenny were lying on the rooftop of the Park County Community Center building. Looking at how the clouds slowly passed. Enjoying one peaceful evening after doing your homework. The two of you didn’t have any energy to do something after a long school day. Even if the two of you were only in 3rd grade, the school was starting to get more complex.

“Yeah! Isn’t that so cool? My parents told me earlier today.”

“You’re not gonna need me anymore.”

“What?”

“That’s like my role. You’ve always wanted a sibling, and now that you are actually going to have one, I’m gonna be long forgotten.” you laughed at his comment.

“Kenny.”

“Mhm?”

“That’s the stupidest thing I’ve heard in my entire life, and it’s really short,” you continued laughing, and some tears started to roll down your cheek. His comment was just way too funny for you.

“Hey! Don’t laugh! I’m being serious,” Kenny huffed. You slowly started to calm down. How can he think that? Kenny has been your best friend for more than two years now. At first, you thought he was joking, but then you saw he was still frowning.

“Wait, you actually think I’m just gonna stop hanging with you?” he only nodded.

“Look, yeah, I’m thrilled I’m gonna have a little sister, but she’s not gonna take your place as my brother. Think of it this way. You have Kevin and Karen, right? Even though they are your real siblings, I’m still like your sister, right? Just because they are your real siblings doesn’t mean I’m less of a sister to you.” Kenny nodded again, listening closely to what you were saying. “It’s gonna be the same for me. And I like having a brother my age is cool,” Kenny smiled.

“You’re right, Y/n. You’re my sister” You returned your sight to the sky.

“And you are my brother Kenny” You grabbed his hand and squeezed it. Kenny was the best brother you ever asked for.

“So, Kyle, huh?” Kenny sat down at Kyle’s place. He was absent for the day since he got sick, so Kenny finally managed to sit next to you during that day.

“What do you mean?”

“WhAT dO you meAn?” he mocked your answer, and you scoffed, “You find him cute.”

“Ahm, yeah” After a year, you were able to understand what your friends meant when they called Kenny cute. Kyle was cute, cuter than your best friend.

“So, like, are you gonna be with him or…”

“Well, no. As I said, I just find him cute. That doesn’t mean I want a boyfriend right now. I still think I need to be older for that” Kenny nodded. He felt this strange ping of pain in his stomach for a reason. Maybe he just wanted to protect you. He thinks you deserve someone better than Kyle. Not that he hated him or something like that, but you were just great and unique, and pretty and… For you, he was only your best friend.

“You’re right. We’re still too young.” He tried to get his mind clear.

“Didn’t you tell me last week you liked Bebe?” you questioned him.

“Yeah, that was last week. I don’t like anyone at all this week,” he answered. He needed to sort out all these sudden feelings and thoughts he had about you.

“Wanna go to my house later today, Kenny?”

“Sure.”

Kenny was anxious over the Christmas holiday. You just never talked to him or visited him at all. He could feel something was up. Every time there was a break or vacation, you always stayed in contact with him, even if it was through the phone. But this time, nothing.

On the first day of school after the holidays, he was waiting for you to arrive at the classroom. He knew you always came 20, maybe 15 minutes before school started since your parents dropped you off as early as possible since they also needed to head to work. But this time, you arrived just as soon as the bell was ringing. He went into panic mode after seeing you weren’t smiling at all. He could see your puffy eyes; he also noticed you entered the classroom looking directly at the floor. You didn’t even wave hello to him or Kyle. Something was definitely wrong.

During the whole day, you avoid everyone. If someone tried approaching you, you just laid your head on your desk or looked outside the window, and during recess, you were nowhere to be seen.

Kenny found the opportunity to speak to you after school ended. You didn’t say anything as he was getting closer to you. He stayed next to you for quite some minutes.

“Aren’t your parents picking you up?” You shook your head. Kenny was more worried than before. Your parents always picked you up no matter what, so the fact that now you must go alone to your house was weird.

“Do you want me to walk you home?” Kenny extended his hand to you, and you took it. Kenny sighed. You weren’t going to tell him anything, at least not yet.

When the two of you entered your house, Kenny was able to see his mom was talking to your mother. You didn’t even say hello. You just went straight to your room. It appears none of your mothers realized you had arrived since he was able to listen to the conversation they were having.

“So, when did it happen?” Kenny’s mother asked.

“During Christmas Eve, I was at the hospital for over a week. I didn’t see Y/n at all, I was just too scared, and I didn’t want her to know she may lose her sister. Also, I think she’s too young to go through all of that.” Your mother answered. Was that the reason you were so bummed out? Did you almost lose your sister? Kenny was ready to go to your bedroom when he heard his mom speak again.

“I’m sorry you had a miscarriage, losing a child that way… It must be horrible. If you need anything, you can count on me. You know we love and care about Y/n. She’s basically part of the family now.” Kenny’s heart sunk into his chest.

“Thank you, Carol. I appreciate it” Kenny sprinted to your room. Now he was able to understand your attitude during the whole day. But why didn’t you tell him? You knew you could trust him with your entire being. He felt slightly hurt by it, but he knew you must have a reason for not telling him.

He didn’t even knock. The lights were off, and the only source was the sunlight starting to set on the horizon. Kenny slowly made his way to where you were sitting in your bed. He could see the tears rolling down your face. He sat next to you, and he hugged you. It was the first time since the holidays someone hugged you, and you hugged him back.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I just, I knew if I told at school, I was just going to start crying, and I didn’t want anyone to see me crying.” You said between sobs. Kenny wanted to do something to make you stop crying. He didn’t like the pain he was feeling in his chest. Kenny didn’t know what to say to you for you to get calm. He just stayed like that, hugging you. One of his hands moved between hugging you and playing with your hair so you could calm down. After some minutes, the sobbing and whining stopped, and you finally looked at him.

“I’m sorry I didn’t get in contact with you. It’s just that everything happened so fast… It still feels surreal,” you sighed and managed to say without starting to cry again. You wanted to talk and see Kenny during the holidays. At least he would’ve tried to distract you and make you feel better, but you weren’t at your house during those days, and unfortunately, you didn’t memorize his phone number.

“I don’t know what to say in this situation.” Kenny felt helpless. You hugged Kenny again. You just needed someone to hug you, nothing more.

“You don’t need to say anything, Kenny. I just want you here right now,” you whispered. He didn’t know what took over him, but he kissed you on the forehead.

“I know you know it, but I’m never leaving you. I’m always staying by your side.” Kenny said, and somehow that was just exactly what you needed to hear.

“I know.”

Kenny has been walking you to your house for the past weeks for a few reasons. The first and most important one is he didn’t want to let you go back all by yourself after what you told him last Christmas, when he said he was never leaving your side, he was serious. And the second reason was that after what happened, it seemed that your parents just forgot they had another child. Which made Kenny’s heart shrink and be pissed at the same time

“I hate them.”

“Huh? Don’t. They lost a child, my sister.”

“Still, they should also take care of you. Leaving you to start doing things on your own out of nowhere is heartless.”

“Kenny, literally, the only thing they stopped doing was taking me to school and picking me up. It’s not that big of a deal.”

“It is that big of a deal. Y/n, be honest. Since Christmas, when was the last time your parents paid attention to you or at least asked how was your day? I know you pretty well, and you seem happy whenever we’re at school, but the moment we start walking to your house, all that happiness disappears.” He was right. The last weeks have been a little bit hard at your house. But you understood the reason why your parents were acting the way they did. You just hoped they started to be the caring and loving parents they once were.

“Ok, maybe they have been cold towards me, but as I said, there’s a reason, ok?” Kenny wanted to also believe they would come around again eventually, but he was still skeptical.

“And besides, I like spending more time with you. It makes me happy” You squeezed his hand, trying to make him understand you didn’t care that much since that meant just spending more time with your best friend. “Don’t you like this too?” you pouted, and Kenny smiled.

“Of course I do. I guess you’re right. Maybe this isn’t that bad.”

4th grade

Kenny knew your parents weren’t going to come around anytime soon. It was almost a year since they lost your sister, and things were the same. He could even say things were worse than before. So that’s when Kenny decided he would not only be always by your side but also make you forget about them and make you as happy as he could.

That’s how he started to compliment you and tell you whatever stupid thing he came up with just to make you smile. On the days when you were bumped out, he always made sure to tell you how much you meant to him or how his life was better with you in it. He also told you what an incredible person you were. That’s also how he started to call you princess. You were a princess in his eyes.

That’s when it hit him. He loved you. He always knew “love” was something really hard to explain since one could love different things, or well, one could experience different types of love. He didn’t know which kind of love he felt for you, though. He just knows that whenever he’s with you, he feels calm. Whenever he sees you, his heart warms up. And he knows he just would do anything for you.

One evening after doing homework, the both of you made your way to the Community Center building. After staying up there for God knows how long, he decided to tell you that he loves you. When you heard him say the words out loud you quickly turned to look at him.

“What did you just say? Did I hear right?” you asked him. You weren’t 100% sure you heard him correctly.

“Well, yeah. I love you, princess.” You didn’t know why, but you felt like melting after hearing him say those words.

“I love you too, Kenny.”

“With Kyle?! Really?!” you decided to visit Kenny since he had been absent from school for almost a week after he had appendicitis surgery. Since he couldn’t walk you home because, well, his surgery, Kyle’s the one who has been doing it. And since you wanted to visit Kenny, instead of taking you to your house, Kyle brought you to Kenny’s house, and for a reason. Kenny wasn’t that pleased when he saw Kyle. You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah, what about it?” you asked him.

“Just… Why him?”

“Well, he is my friend. And I may or may not like him now.” Kenny felt an emptiness in his chest.

“Since when?”

“I’m not sure… Maybe months?”

“I don’t think you should like someone; you need to focus on school.”

“Ew, you sound like my parents.”

“Well, it’s because we are right.”

“It sounds so hypocritical coming from you. Weren’t you the one who told me you liked someone like two weeks ago? Why I’m not allowed to like someone too?” Kenny sighed. He didn’t understand why he was suddenly acting all protective.

“I’m your brother, remember?” Kenny told you, and you only nodded. “Good thing I’m coming back to school next Monday. That means I will be the one walking you home, not him.” You smiled after hearing him.

“Really?” Kenny looked back at you, and he could see the way your eyes were lit up with happiness. Your last bickering moment was long forgotten. You stood up and hugged him.

“Now, what was that for?” Kenny asked while he returned your hug.

“It’s just that, even if I enjoy walking home with Kyle, I have missed you so much this week” Kenny felt his heart warm up at your comment. One of the reasons Kenny was mad after finding out Kyle was the one who brought you home was because he thought you would change him. So knowing that you still want him to be the one that picks you up to go to school and walks you home helped him calm down.

“I missed you too.”

5th Grade

“So you won’t believe who I saw crying outside Mr. Mackey’s office,” Wendy said to Red and Bebe.

“Omg, who?” Kenny didn’t pay any attention to the girls. He just wanted to finish this stupid project Mr. Garrison assigned.

“Y/n,” Kyle and Kenny froze. “She was bawling, she-” Kenny knew your parents had a meeting with Mr. Mackey, and he was more than sure something had happened. He has been nervous since yesterday when you told him your parents were the ones taking you to school because, for a reason, the counselor wanted to speak to them about something regarding your academic development.

“When?” before she could finish the sentence, Kyle interrupted her.

“A few moments ago. Why do you-” Kenny and Kyle didn’t even wait for her to finish when they made their way to Mr. Garrison. He was reading something on his phone, not even bothering if his students were working on their projects at all.

“Mr. Garrison, can we leave for a few minutes, please?” Kenny asked him

“Why would I let you do that, Kenny?” Mr. Garrison turned his gaze to the two boys standing in front of him.

“A friend of ours, Y/n, we heard she’s not feeling right, and we want to make sure she’s ok. I promise we will come back as soon as we make sure she’s fine, sir. Please.” Kyle answered, and Mr. Garrison was able to see the two kids were anxious. He saw they were telling the truth and not only a lie to leave class without permission. Mr. Garrison handed them the hall pass.

“Don’t get distracted and come back after making sure she ok.” Mr. Garrison returned his attention to his phone, and Kyle and Kenny quickly left the classroom.

Kyle and Kenny were running to Mr. Mackey’s office. Kenny knew he made a mistake. He should’ve insisted on taking you to school that morning. He should’ve never left you to convince him in the first place. His heart was beating so hard. He hated when you cried because of your parents. He thought they had no right to ask anything from you, not after they stopped caring about you after your sister died. He saw you sitting on one of the chairs that were outside the counselor’s office. Mr. Mackey was trying to calm you down, but you were still crying, and it didn’t seem you were stopping any time soon.

Kenny ran to you and knelt in front of you. He saw your puffy eyes, and something broke inside him. He always managed to make you feel better before you started crying, so seeing you in this state was also affecting him way more than he wanted.

“Princess,” Kenny started to speak, trying to get your attention. You looked at Kenny and tried to talk, but it seemed that whenever you tried to speak, your breathing started to become more hectic than it already was. You were having a panic attack. Kenny also started to cry, not knowing what was happening to you. That’s when Kyle stepped in.

“Hey, I need you to breathe with me, ok?” Kyle grabbed your attention and placed one hand over your hands that were still on your chest. You only nodded to him. He took one of your hands over his chest so you could feel his breathing. You slowly started to calm down, but the tears continued rolling out of your eyes. The two of you stayed like that until Kyle was able to see you were ok. Kenny was also following the pace Kyle instructed you to breathe in.

“You did great, sweetheart.” you only nodded.

“What are you doing here?” you asked them.

“We came as soon as we heard you were crying,” Kenny said, and you were able to see his puffy face.

“I didn’t want you to worry. I’m sorry” You almost started to cry again after realizing the two of them got worried because of you when Kenny knelt again in front of you and grabbed your face by the cheeks.

“Hey, hey, don’t you dare to think anything bad at this moment.” Kenny began cleaning your tears with his sweatshirt sleeve. He didn’t know what happened, but he was sure your mother was the one to blame. Out of your parents, she was the strict one and the one that always made you feel like you were a burden. That’s why Kenny stopped your overthinking since he knew it was going to worsen your state.

“Wanna talk about it?” Kyle asked you while he was tucking a strand of your hair in your ear. You shook your head, wanting anything but to remember the reason for your attack.

“Don’t you have to get back to class?” you asked worriedly. Your teacher knew you were with Mr. Mackey, but you knew they only had permission to leave for just a few moments since you were able to see the hall pass hanging from Kyle’s hand. Before they could answer you, Mr. Mackey came out of his office.

“You are better, Miss Y/L/N?” You nodded and gave your counselor a reassuring smile. “Then I believe you have to get to class, the three of you. If you need to talk, my door’s always open, kids.”

“Thanks, Mr. Mackey,” Kyle answered him, and the counselor returned to his usual spot in his office.

Kyle and Kenny were both grabbing your hands while walking back to your classroom. Having them by your side always made you feel at peace. When the three of you arrived at your classroom, Kenny kissed you on the cheek

“We’re gonna talk later when school finishes, ok? Wait for me here.” Kenny moved away so Kyle could say goodbye to you.

“Just if you feel it’s going to start again, try breathing slowly, ok?” you nodded, and he gave you a sweet kiss on the forehead.

“Thank you, guys,” you whispered and entered your classroom. Kyle and Kenny let out a loud sigh. They may not have that much in common now, but they were aware that they would do anything for you.

Later that evening, you and Kenny, who was on your right side, were lying down on his mattress, and both of you were only looking at the ceiling. Kenny knew he just needed to give you time before you told him what happened.

“Mr. Mackey told my parents how my grades have just gotten worse for the last two years. And said he was worried I was depressed.” You started talking as you remembered what happened during the meeting. “When my mom heard that, she exploded. She first said she shouldn’t be wasting her time on such stupid things. And then proceeded to shout at me for making her lose her time.” You felt tears wanting to fall from your eyes, “she told Mr. Mackey how she thinks I was just acting like this to get attention.”

“But that’s stupid, we all saw your sudden change of attitude, but you tried to brush it off, not wanting to get attention” Kenny was ready to punch the wall. How dare your mother say that.

“I know, but she doesn’t know that, Kenny. She also said how it was stupid to assume I was depressed since there was nothing in my life I should worry about and that the only thing I should focus on was school.” You managed to say since your voice was starting to break. You hid your face with your right arm, not wanting Kenny to see you cry again.

“Did your father say something” you scoffed.

“Of course not. He just stayed silent during the meeting. The only moment he stepped in was when he saw my mom getting madder and dragged her out of the school. And that’s what happened.”

“I’m sorry, Y/n.”

“For what?”

“For not being there earlier.”

“Kenny, you left your class to help me. I couldn’t be more grateful.”

“Are you being honest?”

“A hundred percent honest, Kenny” he put an arm around your neck so he could hug you, and you hid your face on his chest.

“I love you, Kenny. Thank you.”

“I love you too, princess.”

6th Grade

“So, you know that McCormick kid, right?” you turned your head to the 7th-grader girl that was standing in front of your table. Wendy, Bebe, and you were having lunch before being interrupted by the girl who was now asking you about your best friend.

“Yeah, why?”

“Do you think he would like to go out with me?” the question took you by surprise.

“Uhm…”

“I’m Tammy, by the way,” For a reason, her name sounded familiar. You started to try and remember why her name was something you’d heard before

“Why would she do that? Can’t you ask that for yourself?” Bebe answered her.

“Did I talk to you?” Tammy responded. And then you remembered, Kenny mentioned her a few nights ago after he scolded you once again for wanting to go out with Kyle (as if that was something new), and he told you how he would like to go out with this Tammy girl, but he didn’t since he had to focus on school just as you should.

“You know what, you little-” Before Bebe could respond to her, Wendy stepped in and made her leave the table before the situation escalated.

“Why you wanna go out with him?” you asked Tammy.

“Well, have you seen him? He’s getting pretty. Will you tell him to call me? Here’s my number” Tammy handed you a little piece of paper. The mere thought of Kenny going out with this girl started to bug you for some reason. Tammy didn’t even let you respond to her when she got up and thanked you before she left.

What was this heavy feeling in your chest? Was this feeling the same that Kenny had whenever you told him you liked Kyle for more than just a friend? You tried to think of reasons, and the only one that made sense was because Kenny’s like your brother. Yeah, that must be it.

Later that day, when you gave Kenny the piece of paper Tammy handed to you, he asked if you were ok with him going out with Tammy.

“Why are you asking me, Kenny? Just go. Didn’t you tell me you wanted to go out with her?” Kenny was trying to see a glimpse of disgust or something similar, but you were completely calm.

“So, you are sure it’s ok?” Why was he asking you this question out of a sudden?

“Yes, Kenny, go out with whomever you want. I don’t care,” you responded in a joking way so he could see you weren’t bothered at all.

“I see…” Kenny stayed in silence as if he was debating on saying something else. “Ok then, I’ll call her” You nodded. Yeah, of course, you were completely fine about him going out with Tammy, right?

So… How was your date?” you asked Kenny as you were handing him the bowl of popcorn.

“Meh.”

“Just that? Was it that bad?” even if he told you it didn’t go well, he was calm.

“I guess I just wish I went on a date with someone else.”

“Ohh! Do I know that person?” you asked him, bouncing your eyebrows. Kenny stayed for some moments looking at you in the eyes, and then he sighed.

“Yeah, but I’m not telling you who.”

“But why?” you pouted.

“Just because. Let’s be honest. The girl’s name’s gonna change in a few days.”

“I guess you’re right…”

“And what about you? Didn’t you tell me you wanted to go out with Kyle?” Kenny asked you even if he knew the answer may hurt him.

“Well, that’s gonna stay like that. As something I want. As if my parents would let me out with a guy, the guy they let me go out and hang out with, it’s you.” You sighed.

“Good,” Kenny answered, and you hit him jokingly on his arm.

“You’re unbelievable.”

“But you love me just like this.”

“I guess I do.”

7th Grade

Kenny was starting to get worried. He could see how slowly you were losing yourself, and he didn’t know how to help you.

Since the start of this school year, everything has been going downhill when it comes to you. Kenny noticed how much it affected you knowing Kyle left without even saying goodbye.

He also noticed how some of your classmates started to make fun of you because of the way you looked. And how because of those comments, you began to develop an eating disorder. It broke his heart seeing you disappear after eating and how you returned with glossy eyes, your face all swollen, and your hand harmed because of your teeth.

He hated to know what was happening to you and how he couldn’t be able to do anything to help you. And on top of that, he knew the things with your parents were getting worse every day.

Still, he tried to make you feel better by complimenting you whenever he could (even if he knew it wouldn’t work). Maybe if he continued, one day you would only listen to him and not to your classmates.

The number of times Kenny has gotten in trouble for fighting with kids in your class and from other grades for saying something to you or about you was uncountable. But he didn’t care. They had no right to say anything wrong about you; they didn’t even know you.

Kenny also noticed how you started to only talk to him, Stan, Red, and Bebe, evading everyone who tried to even say hi to you in fear of them making fun of you.

Now on the most personal part, Kenny was the only one who knew your parents’ heartless behavior towards you. Seeing you arrive almost every day at school holding back your tears because you had a fight with your parents was one of the things that hurt him the most. Kenny was also worried since he noticed how you started to get anxious whenever a school day came to an end. When he asked you why, you explained to him that your home situation was just getting worse as the days passed, that your parents didn’t even bother to talk to you, and when they did, it was to tell you how useless and stupid a person you were. That’s why he started to call you every day during the night just to make sure you wouldn’t go to sleep with their words in your head.

Another significant change that your relationship suffered was because of your parents. This was the first year they prohibited you from visiting Kenny and told you how Kenny wasn’t welcome in your house anymore since he was probably the reason your grades were never improving, which only made Kenny hate your parents even more.

Due to all these things happening to you, Kenny became overprotective of you. It wasn’t that he didn’t think you weren’t strong or anything like that, but he realized you didn’t do anything to stop the comments. You didn’t do anything to show your parents how you were trying to do your best.

During one of those late-night calls, you told Kenny your parents found out you were purging. You explained what your mother said that evening. How she was going to make you eat your vomit if she found you one day doing it, and how she also told you that if you wanted to die, she would kill you by beating the shit out of you.

Kenny cried in silence after hearing the words coming out of you. He wanted so badly to hug you, but he knew he had to wait until the following day to do it.

“You know what?” Kenny managed to say without sounding like he was crying just a few moments ago. “We’re leaving this shit hole after finishing high school. I don’t know how, but we are doing it. You and me.”

“You know that’s impossible, Ken,” you whispered.

“I don’t care how stupid or impossible that sounds. We are doing it; we are starting a new life together. Just the two of us. I promise.”

“Even if we can leave by then, I don’t think I’ll be able to make it till then” Somehow, Kenny knew what you were talking about, and he felt a heavy weight on his chest. He doesn’t know what he will ever do if you’re not in his life anymore. He can’t lose you. He won’t lose you this way.

“Don’t say that, please.” You stayed in silence. At this point, thinking about the future was something you couldn’t afford to do. As much as it hurt Kenny to think about what you were implying, he continued. “We are getting an apartment. I don’t even know where, but it’s gonna be cozy, a safe place for the two of us. I just know it.” Your heart warmed up at the thought of it.

“I really want that to happen.”

“It will happen. You’ll see.”

“I love you, Ken.”

“I love you, princess.”

“Promise me you will stop” Kenny and you were sitting and playing thumb wars at your usual spot on the Community Center building rooftop. For the first time in a year, the two of you managed to spend time out of the school after your parents told you they were going to a convention they wanted to go to for the whole day. That meant you still had at least 4 more hours before they returned.

“Huh?” you didn’t pay attention to his comment since you were distracted, trying to win at least once on a thumb war with him.

“You have to stop purging.” You didn’t answer him, still fixated on winning the game. At your lack of response, Kenny stopped playing. “Hey, I’m serious, princess.” Kenny moved your whole arm now, trying to get your attention on him, and you sighed.

“You know it’s not that simple,” you said, trying to free your hand from his grip without any success.

“I know, but you have to at least try, Y/n” Hearing your name coming out of him sent shivers down your spine. There were only a few occasions when Kenny called you out by name, meaning he was being serious.

“I… don’t think I will be able though.”

“Why?” you groaned. You didn’t want Kenny to know since it was just a frivolous thought.

“Because I need to be perfect. I need to be beautiful and skinny and…” you sounded so superficial, but it was the truth. “Haven’t you noticed how everyone started to treat me differently the moment I started to lose weight? They started treating me like a human again. I won’t give up on that.”

“But you were already perfect. I know you didn’t see it, but you were already all that.”

“Then why everyone started treating me so horribly? Why the comments? Why torture me that way if I was already all that?” he didn’t know what to tell you now. He won’t ever be able to understand all that you’ve been through.

“Just, please. For your good. Stop it.” Kenny whispered. You didn’t want to lie to him, promising you would stop soon, but at the same time, you didn’t want to break his heart.

“I will stop, just not now, ok?”

“Ok.”

8th Grade

Your last year of middle brought a few surprises. First of all, Kyle’s return. Seeing you so happy and excited because of Kyle made Kenny feel conflicted. He was, of course, delighted to finally see you smile more often, maybe not as much as when you were kids, but you smiled almost daily. Kenny thought it was because you wouldn’t like to let Kyle see you depressed. He also felt hurt by this since it could only mean one thing, you still liked Kyle.

Kenny also noticed you tried your best to keep a smile even in difficult situations, like whenever you fought with your parents, you didn’t cry but tried to just brush it off. When Kenny asked you about this sudden change of attitude, you told him it was because you decided to not let your parents bring you down anymore. At this point, you wouldn’t be able to change their thinking, and that the only thing that kept you sane was knowing that one day, the two of you would leave everything behind, making them leave your life for good.

Kenny couldn’t feel prouder of you. But again, what if this sudden change was only because of Kyle? Yeah, he should thank him, but it bothered him thinking you were doing all of this for Kyle. Still, Kenny saw the bright side of it all. You were looking forward to a future with him, not Kyle.

Which brought Kenny to a big realization. He liked you. No, he fucking loved you, and not in the way he’s been telling himself he loves you. Not in a brotherly way. He has these romantic feelings towards you. Unfortunately, he had to hide his feelings. Not only because he was scared to lose his friendship with you but also in fear of losing Stan’s friendship too.

He still remembers the unfaithful day when Stan, Kyle, and he made the stupid pact that would doom the three of them. And Kenny might be a lot of things, but he's no liar nor traitor. He's been lying to himself for years now. There was a reason why he agreed on that pact. Why would he accept an agreement made by those who were in love with you? Because deep down, he was always in love with you, and he knew that without that pact, he would act recklessly since there wouldn't be one thing stopping him from telling you his real feelings.

“So…Are you gonna tell me who you like?” you said, and you brought Kenny back to reality.

“Why do you want to know, princess?” he asked you.

“Well, because you know who I like.”

“So just because I know who you like, I should tell you the same thing?” Kenny chuckled. You nodded.

“Exactly. And before you even dare to lie to me, McCormick, saying how you don’t like anyone now, remember I know you pretty well.”

“I broke up with Kelly a month ago, and you think I like someone?”

“As I said, don’t try to lie to me, Kenny,” he sighed. He sometimes forgets how intuitive you are.

“If I tell you, would you stop asking me?”

“Duh.”

“Fine, I like someone from our class. Are you happy?” you were frowning.

“That’s unfair. There are like 15 girls in our class Kenny” Kenny knew that he wouldn’t be able to tell you who he likes, in this case, loves, due to the pact, but what if you were the one who found out…

“Ugh, fine, uhm… She’s one of you three girls” You knew Kenny was referring to Red, Bebe, and you. It couldn’t be Red since he told you he only saw Red as a friend a few days ago after trying to find out who he liked for a thousand time. Then the only option left was Bebe

“It’s Bebe, isn’t it?” Kenny mentally face-palmed himself. “Oh my god, it’s her! My two best friends!” After Kenny felt defeated after noticing how you wouldn’t, in a million years, guess who he liked. He knew he could tell you Bebe wasn’t the one he wanted, but that would be too risky. Since you liked Kyle, he was sure you wouldn’t reciprocate his feelings. He couldn’t risk your friendship now.

“Just don’t you dare say a word, princess,” you squeaked in excitement. Maybe this was the best for now. He knows he’s lying to you, which is something he hates, but it was the best option.

“I won’t, I promise.”

“Do you think you need to go to the hospital?” Bebe asked as the two of you were looking at your bruised stomach.

“I don’t think so. It wasn’t that bad. He barely hit me. It doesn’t even hurt,” you chuckled.

“I still can’t believe you thought it was a good idea to pick up a fight with Cartman,” Red said as she was wetting a towel to clean the hint of blood that was dripping from your lip.

“He asked for it. He’s been bothering me for years now. It was bound to happen,” you answered back. For the first time in years, you finally stood up for yourself, and you were proud.

“Does Kenny know?” before you could answer, you heard Kenny shout your name.

"I think he does." Kenny entered the girls' restroom, fuming. You tried to take your sweatshirt from Bebe, so Kenny wouldn't see you without it. Not because you were uncomfortable but because you didn't want him to see your bruises, and most importantly, he would see you lose even more weight. You managed to take your sweatshirt from Bebe's grip and put it on as quickly as possible, but unfortunately, Kenny was able to see both your bruises and visible bones.

“WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING, Y/N?!” he shouted.

“What do you think you are doing, Kenny? Get out. This is the girls’ restroom.”

“FUCKING FIGHTING WITH CARTMAN. ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?” you were looking down at the floor, not wanting to see his face out of embarrassment. He got closer to you.

“He deserved it,” you whispered.

“I don’t care if he deserved it, Y/n. He could’ve seriously hurt you. He’s easily as twice as big and stronger than you. Hell, I can even dare to say he’s three times bigger and stronger than you.” You looked into Kenny’s eyes, and you were able to see they were red. The thing is, you didn’t know if it was because he was crying or out of anger. Maybe both.

“And what about it? Kenny, I stood up for myself. Isn’t it what you wanted?” you answered back. You were starting to also get mad at his attitude.

“YES! But not this way, Y/n!”

“Oh my god Kenny, then make up your damn mind!”

“Are you actually answering me back right now, Y/n? I was fucking worried.”

“So what? You are not my dad Kenny.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? How dare you say that when you are the one who’s in trouble right now? Not only you had a fight, but you also lied to me, you promised you would stop purging, and by the looks of it, you haven’t.” Kenny’s hand was clenched into a fist. He was angry.

“I didn’t lie to you,” you answered back.

“STOP IT! Do you think I’m that stupid, Y/n? I saw your fucking ribs. You’re skinnier than before. How dare you lie to me this way?” Kenny slowly walked towards you, stopping just a few inches away from you. This was the first time you’ve seen him this worked up.

You almost forgot Bebe and Red were present if it wasn’t for Bebe pulling you away from Kenny. He sighed.

“You know what? If you want to kill yourself this way, then go ahead. If you want to keep purging or if you want to put yourself at risk, do it. I won’t be here to witness it. I can’t stand the idea of my best friend, one of the people I love the most, dying.” You felt a tear roll down your cheek as you saw Kenny exiting the restroom. The three of you stayed in silence for some minutes as Red and Bebe were waiting for you to say something. You didn’t say anything at all until the bell rang, meaning you had to return to class.

“Let’s go. We’ll be late.”

Kenny,

I know this may come as a surprise, and maybe you think I’m a coward for saying this via message instead of telling you this in person, but I think this is the best way since, at this moment, I know you don’t even want to see me since you must hate me right now.

I’m sorry, you have no idea how much I regret not following you after that fight in the girls’ restroom, and I apologize for the way I reacted. I know you were only worried about me, and my attitude wasn’t the best, and I’m sorry.

I’m not gonna apologize for the fight tho. For the first time, I didn’t need anyone to stand up for me. Don’t get me wrong, I will be forever grateful for all those times you did it for me. But I must start doing it for myself. I cannot rely on you to do it for the rest of my life. What if, one day, you are not in my life anymore? Even if the mere thought of you not being in my life hurts me, I know maybe you won’t be by my side forever. Many things can happen, but I will try not to think about it right now.

As for the purging thing… I swear I did stop doing it. I hadn’t done it after one time when I started to vomit blood. It was like a wake-up call. I didn’t want to die while purging. I… fuck, this is hard even if I’m writing it, but I’ve been starving for some time now. And in this case, I’m not doing it because of my looks or anything like that, but because it’s the only thing I can control in my life. You know how hard my home life is. You’ve seen my grades. I feel like everything in my life is going down the drain, and the only thing I’m able to control is the food I eat.

I don’t know how this fight is gonna affect our relationship. But I know that I can’t lose you because of this. Kenny. You’ve been there with me since the first moment I arrived at South Park. You have been there when I needed you the most. You have been by my side during my happiest and saddest moments. You are the most important person in my whole life. I won’t ever find the words to tell you how much you meant to me and how thankful I am for having you in my life. You are my other half, my brother.

The thing is, I also don’t want to hurt you, and if you don’t want to be friends after this, I would understand it. As you said in the restroom that day, if you don’t want to see the way I’m hurting myself and you think the best for you is just leaving, then do it. I don’t mean it in a mean way or anything like that. If I’m hurting you by doing all of these things, I will be the one leaving. I cannot stand the idea of hurting you.

You deserve better than me, Kenny. Believe me when I saw that writing all of this is killing me (I don’t want to lose you), but if that’s the best for you, then I will accept your decision. And if that’s your decision, I just want to say one more thing.

I love you, Kenny. Thank you so much for being in my life.

You looked at your phone screen for what felt like the 10th time in the last 5 minutes as Stan’s words repeated and repeated in your brain. “I know this fight is affecting him more than he would like to admit.”

You sighed in frustration. This was the first time you and Kenny ever fought, and it was also the longest you went without talking to each other. A week, A week where you felt like dying since Kenny wasn’t by your side.

You didn’t know if you would be able to mend this whole situation with Kenny, but you didn’t want to give up on your relationship without a fight. After reading your message one last time, you clicked send.

You saw Kenny saw your message as soon as you sent it, so you locked your phone. As the minutes passed, your heart broke a little more at his lack of response. Maybe he was done with you. And you wouldn’t blame him. You thought you were a burden. You were surprised Kenny didn’t leave you before all of this happened. Even if it hurts like hell, you were going to stay faithful to your decision.

You were a crying mess. Kenny saw your message two hours ago, and there was still no response. This was it. The end for the two of you. You were glad your parents were already asleep as it was almost midnight. You were able to cry without anyone hearing you. As you lay on your bed and slowly fall asleep, you think of all the times Kenny has been there trying to make you feel better. It did hurt, but at least you were able to find someone as amazing as Kenny.

You were shocked to see a notification from Kenny on your screen. You quickly clicked on it, and you noticed it was a video. As you clicked on the play button, you held your breath. Why did he send a video? Is that why it took him so long to answer you? You saw Kenny sitting down on his mattress as his phone was supported by something on his nightstand. Well, you believed that since he wasn’t holding his phone.

“Fuck princess, after reading your message, I knew I just couldn’t answer you with another message.” Kenny was grabbing a piece of paper in his hands. “First of all, I won’t ever hate you. Don’t you dare to think I hate you because you couldn’t be more wrong. I should be the one apologizing for saying all those things. I didn’t mean any of it. Well, of course, I cannot stand the idea of something happening to you, but I’m not leaving you because of that. Also, I’m sorry for going all ballistic on you for fighting Cartman. As you said, he deserved it, and later that day, I saw how beaten up you left him. I’m proud. Even if he’s bigger, you gave him hell.” Kenny smiled at the camera.

“It’s just that if anything happened to you, I would never forgive myself. I wasn’t even there. I had to find out from Stan about the fight. I guess I was angry at myself for not finding out sooner. At least I would’ve been able to help you or stop you. I’m glad you didn’t apologize for the fight because you should never apologize for putting yourself first, and that’s what you did that day.” he looked at the piece of paper in his hands. He continued speaking.

“Now that you mention it, I did notice how you stopped going to the restroom after eating lunch and how your face stopped being swollen all the time, but I also noticed how you would barely eat. I should’ve known better.” He sighed. “Even if now, you aren’t doing it to change the way you look, I believe you cannot keep doing this to yourself. I know now it’s like a coping mechanism, and asking you to stop doing it may not be the best thing since, in the end, it’s your decision, princess. But tell me whenever you are ready to get help. I would love to be the one by your side when you decide to get better, ok?” you know it was hard for Kenny to say those words, so you appreciated the fact he was letting you take the decision and not forcing you to get help.

“I was also scared these days. As you said, what if this was it? What if this was the end of our relationship? I felt this weight over my shoulders for the past week, thinking and beating myself up for how stupid I was for letting things escalate this much. I also cannot put into words how much you meant to me, Y/n. I would do anything for you. Anything.” Kenny stopped talking for moments as if he was debating whether to tell you something.

“I hadn’t told you this but remember when I told you I didn’t know the reason why Kelly broke up with me? Well, I do know the reason. She said she noticed how when it came to you, I would stop doing whatever I could be doing just to make sure you were ok. How she noticed I would drop everything for you. And she’s not wrong. She wasn’t mad when she told me this. But she just knew my heart belonged to another person, you. She said that even if we are just friends, the love we have for each other is unbreakable, and she’s completely right. Y/n, you are irreplaceable. Even if I end up dating other girls, they will never be at your level.” You were crying after hearing those words.

“I don’t want you to leave. You are the most valuable person I have in my life. I love you. Don’t ever doubt it, princess.”

The video stopped. You felt exhilarated. Kenny still loved you, and he didn’t plan on leaving you. You smiled even though tears were still falling down your cheeks. Maybe things will only get better from now on. It didn’t matter how fucked up your family situation was, how messed up you were mentally right now. As long as Kenny was by your side, everything was going to be fine.

n a v i g a t i o n

Kenny’s Birthday Week Celebration.

[slxtarchive]

𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 ᥫ᭡ 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐰 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬. when words that matt said in regards to a possible relationship with you not only crushed your heart but also crushed your friendship.

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭. yes, can be seen here

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ANGST ! rejection & heartache.

𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. this hurt to write but .. let me know if you’d like a part two !? if this has been done before credits to them but i personally haven’t read one. (sorry it took so mfk long)

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭. 2k

at the moment you were facetiming matt — nothing out of the ordinary. you would always facetime, i mean he was your best friend after all. although slowly over the years he’s become more than that to you.

the way you slowly started to find out was when you’d catch yourself staring at him for a little longer than expected. you’ve found yourself thinking about him multiple times a day. every waking thought you had circled back to matt. your mind was consumed by him and his presence. it was never like this before which made you confused, to say the least.

you did a lot of thinking when this happened. at the beginning of your high school career you remembered feeling envious and jealous of the girls who took an interest in matt. you had manipulated yourself into thinking it was because you were intimidated that another girl would take your spot as his best friend but deep down it was different — it was more than that.

your brain was always matt matt matt.

sophomore year was when you started to figure things out. you’d admire the way he smiled and laughed. the way his eyebrows furrowed in the cutest way when he was focused on something like homework or a video game. how his hair looked and changed over the years. how good he looked in the clothing he wore.

you became engulfed in his interests. you found yourself listening to the neighborhood and you tried to play fortnite for the first time even though you hadn’t really had a urge to play video games.

you found him to be so selfless. the way he puts everyone’s needs before his own. the way he was ready to drop everything for you and to help you whenever you needed.

matt was just… matt. he was amazing.

by junior year you knew that your heart truly belonged to him. you couldn’t help the way you felt.

now during senior year, you’ve been hiding behind your feelings. you haven’t confessed to him, afraid of the outcome of the confession.

you had thought about it. maybe it was time and maybe — hopefully — things wouldn’t change, but as you were about to speak up matt beat you to it.

“did you know that a lot of people at school ask me if we’re like… together because we hang out with each other so much.” he looked up from his phone with an expression you couldn’t understand.

your heart dropped out of your chest. “oh… um really?” you raised your brows trying to act as natural as possible.

he nodded and you figured his expression was one of disbelief. “yeah! shits crazy right? like i really cannot imagine us together. that would just be weird.” he stated. you gulped at his response. that would just be weird. the words that he just uttered hit you like a freight train. the rejection you had felt. it was like your heart had been sliced in two.

all you could do in response was laugh nervously already feeling internal pain. “y-yeah.. i could — we could uh — we could never.” you agreed. you smiled but a sad smile. matt laughed and nodded his head looking back down to his phone.

you had zoned out thinking about the meaning of his words. God did they fucking pierce your heart. you had never felt this type of pain before. the pain of blunt rejection. you’d take physical pain over this any fucking day.

you felt your eyes start to water at the thought of what just happened. you spoke up before any tears could fall. “hey.. um i think i’m gonna go. i’m not feeling too well.” you said trying not to make eye contact with the screen.

he looked up frowning. “aw man, do you want me to come over?” your heart ached as you uttered the word no to him. you had never turned him down. his face dropped. “oh, um okay yeah just text me.”

you nodded. “i will.” you whispered, not loud enough to hear before clicking the red button. once you heard the sound of the call disconnecting your lip quivered and your eyes shut.

you broke down in tears. you felt like you couldn’t breathe. you started to clutch your chest and tried to calm down but nothing seemed to help. your heart ached and you didn’t know how to fix it. the only person who knew how to help you when your heart hurt was the one who did the hurting.

for days to come, you had been distant and matt noticed this instantly. he began to assume it was because of how you were feeling being sick but regardless you both would facetime every day — you guys haven’t since that night. you’d text each other about everything but this time things haven’t been flowing like they would.

over the course of a week, you’ve had a few messages between you two but all were dry and off-putting.

after that, you hadn’t responded to him for over two days. he then called you randomly on the following friday. you were at home just watching a show when your phone buzzed. your heart dropped to your ass. you felt your stomach turn and you immediately felt sick. you didn’t know if you should answer or not but before you could do anything the call ended.

you sighed in relief, not prepared to speak a word to him. you settled back into bed, mind clouded by predictions of how the conversation would have gone if you had picked up the phone. that was until you were interrupted by the door to your room opening and matt stepping inside.

“jesus. had to climb mountains to get a hold of you.” he grumbled closing the door behind him. your eyes scanned him and stayed stuck on him. the way his hair looked so soft and how that sweatshirt hugged him in just the right way. he looked amazing and you felt no doubt that you looked a mess. you then realized that he was actually in your room. you weren’t ready to see him again. you felt you were being dramatic but again, his words from the other day stung. “why haven’t you texted me?”

his question reminded you of the day you kept repeating in your head. reminded you of his words and what he said and how you felt and — it all washed over you again. your lip quivered and your eyes watered at his question.

his eyebrows furrowed and his own eyes scanned your face. he noticed something was wrong. “hey… what's wrong?” he was immediately at your side to console you but you couldn’t — you couldn’t handle being this close knowing it would only hurt you in the long run. you leaned away catching him off guard. “did i do something?”

you stayed quiet not saying a word; afraid your voice would betray you.

he winced at the way you couldn’t even keep eye contact with him. how you scooted back to refrain from touching him. it was like a full 180 in 5 days. “y/n..” he spoke with a tone of disbelief.

you clenched your jaw trying to gain control of yourself. you didn’t want to cry in front of him. that was the last thing you wanted to do but the more you thought about it, the more your eyes started to water.

matt spotted the way you gulped harshly and how teary-eyed you were. he started to grow bothered at the way you didn’t explain what was going on. “y/n what the fuck happened?” his voice was louder than you anticipated.

you winced in reaction to his statement before finally looking up at him. his eyes flitted back and forth between yours. you blinked trying to rid yourself of the tears that were blocking your vision. “i.. i don’t want to talk about it, okay?” you sniffed, your voice breaking down as you spoke.

he put his hands up in question. “what — why not? you tell me everything. we tell each other everything.”

you shook your head. “well this time i don’t want to!”

after your sentence, silence fell between you and matt. matt was annoyed because this had never happened before. you had never refused to tell him something was bothering you or refused to rant to you.

he took a deep breath through his nose. “you’ve been super fucking weird around me all week. you didn’t even go to school and… and we haven’t facetimed. we… for fucks sake y/n, we would be on facetime 24/7 regardless of what the fuck we’re doing so why is it that you’ve made excuses upon excuses to refuse? i don’t get it. everything was fine until —” matt’s rant faltered. his eyes were no longer focused on you but focused on the thoughts running across his mind. “until the facetime.”

you swallowed, beginning to notice your eyes welling up. you knew he was thinking about the conversation you both had that night. your bottom lip shook before you spoke up. “you don’t know how much you mean to me matt.” your throat closed up. “i love you but…”

the decision you were about to make was going to hurt the both of you, you just knew it. if you didn’t make it though — you would be the one hurting in the long run.

the more matt thought about the conversation you had the more everything made sense. how after what he said you immediately had to go, saying you felt sick. it’s because of his words. it’s because of him.

he was in utter shock allowing you to continue to speak. “but i don’t think we can be friends anymore.” that sentence was something that matt never thought in a million years would come out of your mouth, especially about you both.

he shook his head. “no. no… what? what are you even saying right now y/n?” he stood up from your bed.

tears began to escape your eyes. “i’m.. i’m sorry matt. i just can’t — i can’t do this. i can’t pretend that i'm not in love — ” you stopped yourself, not wanting to say the root of the problem out loud.

you felt guilty because part of you felt like you were the problem but then again — how could you help it? your feelings are your feelings and you can’t help how you feel; nor can you change it.

matt stopped in his tracks. hearing it out loud was something different. “y/n…” he tilted his head to the side, his own bottom lip quivering. matt was never the type to cry easily but when it came to you — it was different. “y/n please..” he begged. he didn’t know what else to say. in the moment, he couldn’t process what your words truly meant. all that was going through your head was that he was losing you.

you moved your eyes to the floor not wanting to witness matt’s tears fall. “i’m sorry.” your shoulders shook. “i’m sorry i’m sorry im sorry.” you apologized. your eyes were closed when you felt his hands placed on your knees. you opened them to see matt on his own knees.

you looked at his face, how red his eyes were. his tear-stained cheeks and red lips from biting them nervously. what have i done? you thought. why did i have to hurt him like this?

“don’t… don’t leave me, please.” he pleaded quietly. “you’re my best friend y/n. i can’t lose you.”

silent tears rolled down your cheeks as you choked up. “i don’t want to hurt you but if i don’t do this…” you wiped your tears refusing to finish your sentence. “i’m sorry i can’t. please… please just go.”

matt didn’t know what else to say. what could he say? all he knew was the last thing he wanted to happen was for you to be unhappy. so he stood up, wiped his tears and sniffled, combed a hand through his hair, and walked out.

© slxtarchive

[remakaz]

I hate that we’ve caused you anxiety, so maybe I can shine a light on what’s actually happening with our book club and ease your nerves.

Firstly those are the kindest most amazing people I’ve ever met and I’ve made some amazing friends. Everyone is always nothing but positive and we don’t overanalyse the fics we read, but are rather just excited to have people to share our joy and crazy theories with.

Most importantly for you, there is absolutely no pressure to finish, or even just start the current group read. I’ve opted out of the previous fic, because it wasn’t for me and spend my time looking at Wolfstar art in our #fanart channel and catching up on WIPs.

We are an 18+ server and there is a shared understanding, that this is a hobby for the people reading AND for the people writing.

I am so so sorry, this has filled you with dread.

All I can do is tell you, that I’ve literally shared your previous posts, about how fanfiction is a hobby that’s not for profit and that you should never demand anything from an author with our server and everyone has unanimously agreed.

It is really a positive place and I am so so elated, to have found friends, that I get to scream at, the second you upload a new KYD or HLAYK chapter, just to find out, that we’ve screenshotted the exact same paragraphs to share with one another.

Everyone is very excited to read Choice. There are over a dozen people who have already read and loved it, like myself, who are just super excited to reread, this time with fellow marauders enthusiasts.

If it’s not someone’s cup of tea they will just start their first Manacled reread of the year or escape into some Muggle AU wolfstar fluff, absolutely no hard feelings involved. There is so so much amazing content to choose from, everyone should just read, what makes them happiest.

Secondly, the reason some people might have been a bit dramatic about “having to read Choices” on TikTok, is due to the fact that a few people started a ATYD side read. We read chapters to each other every night in the vc, it is the CUTEST thing.

We started the server with a Dramione group read, so we get to convert some people to the marauders side of fandom and it has brought me so so much joy!

This has however resulted in the fact, that some people are now reading ATYD and Choices back to back, which might be a bit much hurt and angst. This has nothing to do with “being forced to read Choices” though. And again, there is zero pressure, they might just read it later or never.

But the entire experience really is one of joy. We have got an amazing community of people, some of which have been in the fandom for a couple months, others for over a decade and quite a few write themselves. We all just wanna connect with people over a shared love for these characters and stories.

I am so so excited for this group read, because I love Choices so so much and am so grateful, that you wrote it and shared it with us.

I just reread chapter 52 PART II REMUS and I really think you wrote my favourite canon compliant Wolfstar! And I also love the way your writing values friendships, specifically Sirius and James’ so so much!

This group read and the choice to read Choices is carried by a love for your writing.

Just this morning I got a video from a Dramione girly giving us her Choices predictions and it was so so hilarious.

We will have a GREAT time and if someone doesn’t vibe with it, they will just read something else.

I hope this could take some of your anxiety away! This is a hobby and I hate that this got to you in all the wrong ways.

I hope you’re having a good week and remember to drink some water.

there are some people that I like on tiktok. and they have a fanfic bookclub. and they have decided to read Choices next. and I cannot explain to you the dread this fills me with. like no. please. I don't want you to hate it. just don't read it. it's fine.

[kim-seung-mo]

♥♙𝔼𝕝𝕚𝕖 𝔽𝕚𝕔 ℝ𝕖𝕔𝕤♙♥

Blue is for absolute favs and Red is for nsfw!!! but always remember to read the warnings before reading the actual fic!!

♢OT8♢

How will SKZ members confess to you as your fwb by @skztea for... making me laugh lmao jeongin's part in particular

the ones you catch staring at you and the ones who catch you staring at them by @soleilsuhh for... being one of the cutest things I've ever read for sure (hannie's part omg asfkagflkg *dies*)

THE INTERVIEW WITH THE EXES by @chogiwow for... being one of the most interesting concepts I've read, every part is FANTASTIC

(no seungmin or jeongin) SKZ as Subs by @mzmezzler for... ugghhh I just need more sub!skz headcanons, please give me more *cires*

skz as subs by @hanjiesgf for... providing me with more sub!skz content thank you so very much I'm sobbing rn

♢Bang Chan♢

be honest with me by @lotus-dly for... being by far the best chan angst I've ever read

SAFE HAVEN by @kp-alice for... writing sub!idol angst??? we doms aren't always horny yknow? sometimes we doms get emotional too yknow? we need to appreciate these more

Somewhere Only We Know by @seungly for... BREAKING MY HEART????? CAUSING ME TRAUMA??? idk, just read it

♢Lee Minho♢

[11:14 p.m.] lmh by @lotus-dly for... when you need pain but also fluff and hurt/comfort cuz ajhfagsdklasgf I never say no to hurt/comfort

Trapped in Heaven by @chans-starlight for... just, if you want leeknow smut? READ THIS

Leeknow Fluff I Requested Because of That One Video by @seungly for... lino getting called angel and blushing?? more please

All I Have|| L.M by @hwavsg4ch4n for... joker!minho x reader??? I'm already imagining a 500-page book on this thank you

Smear Campaign by @dreamescapeswriting for... melting my heart thank you very much akjaslasjg tsundere!minho is everything

the enemies to lovers project by @softukiyos for... being the best leeknow fic to ever exist PLEASE read this

[7:39am] by @hyunee1 for... just being cute and having my baby kitty being spoiled TAT so freakin cute

[✖︎ sub!Lee Know] › 𝚜𝚖𝚞𝚝 𝚊-𝚣 by @sugar-petals for... just, just read this. I have no words 😭

⇢ ˗ˏˋ [10:55pm] by @cosmic-railwayxo for... MURDERING ME??? I can't anymore, deni is a genius and she can read my mind.

♢Seo Changbin♢

nothing...yet

♢Hwang Hyunjin♢

Cruel Summer by @seungly for... making me feel everything at once in 8k??? couldn't be me, I'd need 30k

♢Han Jisung♢

moonlight by @cosmic-railwayxo for... being the single most beautifully written, fluffy yet emotional, cute, adorable, dreamy, everything positive piece of fiction ever

♢Lee Felix♢

Lee Felix | Drabble by @lotus-dly for... writing about boys in skirts??? something we need to talk about and appreciate wayyy more

you are my everything, my love, can't you see? by @multifcndoms for... crashing my heart and soul into a million pieces and making me feel the pain I put other people through 🥲

beauty and the beast by @h0neydewmoon for... MAKING ME FEEL ALL THE EMOTIONS IN THE WORLD I was legit screaming for the whole second half 😭😭☹️

♢Kim Seungmin♢

Your Eyes by @seungly for... being the cutest thing ever ahhh I loved it adhalsdhlkhf read if you're in a bad mood and need soft seungmin

bf seungmin x gn reader by @zoe8stay for... healing me before I need to take an exam... you see a trend here?

Somebody Loved by @bangchanswolfpelt for... writing the best sub!seungmin smut in only 600 words??? criminally underappreciated

seungmin fell out of love and y/n still loves him the same by @seungly for... CAUSING ME AN IMMENSE AMOUNT OF PAIN (but making me enjoy every second of it)

as the train passes by @starlostseungmin for... creating a whole plot for a kdrama in 4k words??? keisy you're a genius

♢Yang Jeongin♢

nothing...yet

♢Poly♢

to love and be loved by @lotus-dly for... writing something I thought I'd never find... poly!hyunchan and bridgerton au???? more please

[thiswasneverthat]

stray kids as your ex-boyfriend

Genre: Angst, smut

A/n: It’s the second part for maknae line! 

Part I. 

Han

The dearest childhood friend of yours.

He had a huge ass crush on you since high school (or probably middle school) but he only confessed it in the second year of college.

He went on an exchange student program abroad in his third year.

The two of you then decided to take a break while he was still aboard.

He called you almost every night. Both phone calls and video calls.

"Have you ever tried phone sex?"

You were unsure at first but because you also miss him, you were willing to try.

One night when you were still outside with friends, he texted you, "Miss ex-gf, my cock is so fucking hard, please call me soon."

But you ignored his text.

Then a few minutes later he sent you a picture of him laying down naked in bed, hand gripping his cock, his own cum spread out around his lower abdomen and thighs.

"Fuck you." You texted him back and immediately went home to spend the night on a video call with him.

Felix

The sweetest guy next door.

Brought you cookies and brownies when he first moved into the apartment unit next to yours.

Even after two years of dating, he still gives you butterflies cause he was the sweetest guy ever.

"Please tell me if it hurts, I don't want to hurt you. Okay?" He said as he carefully drove his throbbing cock to your dripping cunt.

Always ask for your consent before he touches you or gives red marks on any part of your body.

Bake a cake for your birthday and make love to you after.

One drunken mistake, and the relationship comes to an end.

"I'm sorry, Lix. I made out with your friend. I was so drunk and I thought it was you."

He said it was fine and refused to end the relationship but you knew he doesn't deserve any of that.

On your next birthday, he still bakes you a cake. You initially refused but he insisted, saying that it's bad luck to reject a present.

"I still love you, you know?" He smiled sweetly after he gave you two orgasms that night, calling it another birthday present.

Seungmin

The stone-cold assistant professor.

You grudgingly begged him on your first encounter cause you failed an exam. You were reluctant but the professor said that's the only way to redemption.

"How could you be late to class knowing that you had an exam?" He asked with a sinister glare and instantly made you squirm.

A few months later, you found yourself kneeling in front of him, biting your lower lip as you wait for him to shove his cock inside your mouth.

"You should've begged me like this since the very first time and I'll give you an A for the exam."

He was just.. so unhinged. There's nothing normal that came out of his mouth.

Just like the moment when he said he want to break up. "I can't do this anymore. I have to prioritise my study."

You scoffed but accept his decision. Yet a few weeks later, he came to your apartment so late at night, and very very drunk.

"I shouldn't have left you. I got an average score for my exam and I freaked out." He admitted the next morning while nuzzling his nose against your neck, arms tightly wrapped around your stomach.

I.N

"Noona, can I take you on a date this weekend?"

He confidently asked you while you were ordering your usual cup of coffee before going to work.

And you can't say no because he was the cutest bartender in the coffee shop near your office.

"Noona, can you ride me? I love watching your tits bounce."

It never ceases to amaze you, the fact that someone with a face like hisㅡ has the dirtiest mouth.

Half and a year after you both started dating, he had to go back to his hometown because his parents wanted him to establish his own coffee shop there.

And that's the end of the relationship.

"You promised to visit next time, right, noona?"

And you did. You visited him on the summer holiday.

He introduced you to his parents as "my ex-girlfriend" and took you to stroll around the city.

Later that night, you both impatiently went to a nearby hotel because he can't stop touching you and kissing your neck.

[rosesisupposes]

elenaaa why

Patton’s Collar

Throughout this episode, the sides and Thomas discussed the identity.  One of the most significant indicators of the self is your name.  When Patton lost his name tag, he lost his name itself.  Patton is struggling with his identity (possibly related to his distress and confusion over how to express his affection with Virgil and the other sides), and no one even noticed.

[xpeachesncream]

how many drinks? | one shot (jjk)

summary: the question is - how many drinks would it take for you to sleep with your bestfriend?

pairing: jjk x reader

genre: (18+) college au, dance group au, bestfriends/bestfriends with some benefits au | fluff, smut, sprinkle of angst

words: ~12.2k

warnings: cussing, mature language/implied sexual content, kind of crack-y, dancer!jk to fulfill my needs, unprotected sex, sprinkle of dirty talk, fingering, sprinkle of a handjob, slight biting, nails digging into skin, oc almost gets taken advantage of/forced into doing things she doesn’t wanna do, rough handling, song kang is in this too because i’m also a hooch for him but he’s an ass here, alcohol consumption, intoxication, mentions of blunts/smoking, house parties, cuddling, kissing/makeout sessions, straddling, breast/nipple play, hickeys, fucking on the edge of the bed, multiple orgasms, fingering, licking/neck kisses, oral (f. receiving)

note: one shot title is taken from miguel's song ‘how many drinks’ + a couple of things--

both hoseok and jimin’s piece mentioned below are inspired by real-life pieces my old dance mentor has choreographed and taught. this is the inspiration behind hoseok’s couple piece; this is the inspiration for jimin’s piece

i’m a hooch for all three of them in this video

enjoy imagining koo and oc dancing part of their couples piece like this 🥺

"Y/N." You picked up Jungkook's call as you sat at your desk in your dorm room. You had been finishing up your bio homework until the interruption came blaring through on your headphones.

"Yes?"

"Can I nap in your room?"

"The fuck I look like? A hotel?" You snorted.

"Yeah, a 5 star at that with how good you take care of me." He tries to butter you up, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You're lucky I like you."

"Yesssssssss!" You hear him faintly exclaim on the other line. "Be there in a sec."

"You know my doors are always unlocked." Which, it was true. So many of your friends had decided to live off campus that you and your other bestfriend [and beloved suitemate] were probably the only few left on campus. And that meant people were constantly in your room, hanging out or using both of your rooms, [with permission] or the couches in the shared living room space of your suite as a place to nap. College, amirite? Why the fuck would you lose your parking spot to go back to your apartment when you have friends who lived right on campus? You weren't just good for smuggling free food from the cafeteria to your broke ass, struggling off-campus friends.

Sooner or later, you're greeted by a fluffy, black-haired Jungkook, looking like his shit must have air-dried with how wavy and voluminous it was. He swings your door open so aggressively that you jump a bit in your seat, swinging off your headphones like you weren't even expecting him. You watch as he flings himself onto your neatly made bed like he hasn't felt a bed in years.

"Ugh, yes." He moans as he belly flops onto your bed and stays in that position.

"When's your next class, you little baby?"

"In like an hour or so, I don't know." He says sleepily. "Wake me up, please?"

"Sure." You realize it's Wednesday, and he definitely has Ecology lab later at 3:00PM. You figured you'd wake him up by 2:30 just to give him enough time to groggily walk his ass back over to the science building.

You and Jungkook weren't really close before college. It was moreso that you knew of each other since high school because of mutual friends. You'd see him at parties and he'd see you, but it was never more than the casual hi and bye and small talk. Maybe the occasional comments on facebook pages and the likes on pictures on instagram. But foreel, other than that, that's as real as your friendship got for awhile. You didn't mind it though, you were good with your set of friends and he was good with his. A lot of your friends attended the same university as you two and then your groups intertwined even more. 

But, it wasn't until the past couple of months or so where you both unexpectedly got really close - simply just by talking more and being around each other more. You both had similar interests and Jungkook wasn't the most vocal in his group, but with you, he seemed to talk endlessly. He loved comics and he loved raving to you about Marvel and DC superheroes. He loved to draw, and he'd draw you things every now and then - his most recent being you as a scientist superhero saving the world from overgrown malaria-infected mosquito monsters. It was the cutest thing you had ever seen, and you tacked it against your cork board near your desk. Then, small things like that turned to bringing you food or boba, being stuck at the hip where he'd only go to a certain place on campus if you were there; texting each other inside jokes and funny ass tweets all day turned to facetime sleepover calls and then late hangouts eventually turned to actual sleepovers in your bed, where he'd drape his arm around while you both slept but it never escalated into anything more than that in bed. Although he did fucking hate your medium-sized Olaf plushie that took shelter on your bed - he'd always hike it across the room and talk about how annoying he is and how he's always taking his spot. You never understood it, really.

And then soon, it turned to small displays of affection behind closed doors, where Jungkook would hold you close. Hold your hand if you two were in the room watching a show, or movie. Small kisses exchanged. Big kisses exchanged, making out sessions. But, that was literally it. Nothing else. No sex. No pressure. Lots of unspoken feelings, obviously, but you weren't gonna be the one to bring that up. Because you were comfortable, and if anything, you didn't wanna ruin what you guys already had going.

Like, is this a friends with benefits thing? Maybe? Maybe not? It was hard to label it because it's not like you both determined so, it kind of just fell together that way. And there was really no pressure to fuck every single time you got affectionate. It was cute, sweet. And no one really knew it was like that behind doors - possibly your suitemate Kass and her boyfriend, Jimin, but that's only because you shared the dorm suite with her. Jimin was also one of Jungkook's roommates and his really good friend, so whenever they had slept over on the same night, it was pure and utter chaos. But honestly, if Kass and Jimin hadn't been around you two much, they most certainly wouldn't have the idea.

Whatever it was, it was a comfortable closeness that you both experienced and appreciated. However, the both of you were afraid of discussing what this really was, afraid it'll ruin the dynamic. The atmosphere. Having to come to terms of what it might, or might not be. Neither of you can fully admit that you like the other. Although, it got hard. People did lightly tease you two because you both always looked for each other and were stuck by the hip out on campus.

Oh, well. Bottom line is that you liked your relationship where it was at, but it doesn't mean you haven't thought about the what if's. Jungkook was insanely attractive, and it's no lie that girls swarmed him left and right on campus, but he didn't give a shit [either he didn't give a shit or he was dumb as hell?]. Okay, rewind — to be fair, he would have a fling or two, flirt once or twice. He'd tell you so and so was cute and that they've hung out or texted, but that's it. He just wasn't necessarily looking for anything cause he too enjoyed where he was at with everything.

It doesn't take long before Sleeping Beauty is snoring face down on your bed, looking like Patrick Star with the way he's sprawled out. But, you continue to do your work until it was time to wake him. You gently shake him, his puppy eyes looking back at you after being face down all nap.

"Class time."

"No." He groans. "Can't I just stay here with you?"

"No, dude. Get to class." You chuckle. "You already skipped last week."

"Yeah, but this is a new week Y/N."

"Jungkook." You almost say in a scolding manner.

"Fiiiiiiine." He whines as he shoots up and hops off from your bed. "Are you going to our party on Friday?"

"I said I'd think about it right?"

"Yeah, like on Monday. It's Wednesday."

"And I'm still thinking about it." You snort, making him pout.

"Just come for a little bit."

"Why? You know parties aren't my thing and you'll be too drunk anyways. I'll end up wanting to go right the fuck back home as soon as I step outside."

"I'd like to be drunk and have you there. It'll be more fun!" He pouts as he holds your hand and swings it back and forth.

"I mean, to be completely honest, I'll probably end up going because of Kass anyways."

"Because of Kass." He rolls his eyes. "Oooookay. Not because of you, Jungkook, no." He says sarcastically, brows furrowed.

"Ew. You're such a fucking whiner. Leave." You laugh, throwing an empty water bottle at him.

"I'm kidding." He chuckles. "Wanna grab dinner with me after practice?"

"Sure. If you pay." He groans

"Fine. I'll see you later." He puckers up his lips to blow you a kiss, which you automatically reject by giving him a look before turning your attention back to your homework. You were hoping he'd offer to go to In-n-Out because you were craving that #2 with animal fries and a neapolitan shake, plus there was a Target in the same plaza that you wanted to drag him to for new pens and clearance sale shopping. And you wouldn't even warn him about it. He would tag along, no question.

Hoseok stands in front of the mirrors in the studio, pacing back and forth as your dance group learned a couple of 8-counts from this new piece he had been brewing up. Apparently, it was supposed to be a couples piece but he wasn't sure if he was going to keep it that way. He watched to see if this would be better as a group, or if he should stick to his original plans.

Your college dance group was a small group formed by people with pure, genuine interest and love for modern hip hop choreography. Hoseok was the dance lead, with Jimin being the back up lead. The group came together, taught each other pieces, taught workshops for those interested on campus and performed at the various talent shows and productions the school had throughout the year. It was just your group's way of showcasing your talents, something you all purely enjoyed, and it was nice to see the love and support given by the audiences.

"Okay, run that from the top one more time please. We'll take break after, swear." Hoseok chuckles and gives Jimin the cue to start the song back at the starting point. Jungkook makes a funny face at you as he huffs and puffs, trying to catch his breath from the last time you went through the counts.

"Ew." You giggle, slightly pushing him aside. Miguel's How Many Drinks begins to blast through the studio speakers, Jungkook doing his best to sing along and match his tone all while focusing on his steps. Once you're done going through the counts, the music continues to play, Jungkook twirling over to you just to sing—

"Cause I ain't leavin' aloneeee, I feel like I could be honest, babe." He spins to your other side. "We both know that we're grown, that's why I wanna knooooow - how many drinks will it take you to leave with meeeeEEeeeE?"

"You can give me all the drinks in the world and I swear I still wouldn't." You snort, making him frown and click his teeth.

"Too bad that's not really how you act when I ask to sleep over, though." Silence as you stick your tongue out at him. Cause, yeah. You really do tell him to sleep over without hesitation. You loved his company, you can’t lie. "Yeah, fraudulent as hell. I never taught you that." He jokes.

"Shut up, Jungkook—"

"Okay!" Hoseok says, clapping his hands. "This'll be a couple piece. I honestly think it'll work better that way, just like I envisioned it. I'll work with the couple to clean this up before the performance, but to whoever isn't casted for this, Jimin still has a piece to teach the rest of you, so don't feel discouraged!" Hoseok chuckles a bit, giving the rest of the group a small smile. "So with that being said - Y/N, Jungkook, I want you two to do this piece."

"Ouuuuuuuu." Jimin teases you from the sidelines, causing you to put up your middle finger.

"We won’t let you down, cap." Jungkook swings his arm around you.

"I'll teach you the rest of the piece next practice so we can start polishing it up and making it clean before the talent show."

"Sounds good with me." You flatly say, even though 100%, you're pretty excited for many reasons. One, you had been wanting to do a solo or couples piece for awhile, and two, your partner was Jungkook. Your best friend, your ride or die, the dude you've spent so much time with and gave your affection to behind closed doors. It made you giddy just thinking about it, even if you'd blatantly lie to his face later on when he'd tease you. And Jungkook felt the same. You missed the way he subtly bit on his bottom lip when you were named his partner, just so he wouldn't smile too big in front of you.

After practice, you egg him on enough to agree to take you to In-N-Out, without hinting at the plan you had drafted out in your head earlier.  The plan that says you're gonna drag his ass to Target afterwards and he had no choice but to come along.

"Y/N, you liar." He groans. "You said you weren't gonna go to Target." He pouts as you follows behind you anyway.

"Kook, I literally just need to get one thing."

"What's the one thing that you couldn't get on your own time?"

"I don't know, I'll have to find out when we get in there." You giggled, causing him to groan again. "Plus, we're here already. Killing two birds with one stone."

"Ah shit, I suppose I can get some bottles for the party."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook."

"Yeah, make yourself useful Jungkook, aheh." He mocks your tone and does that really weird and ugly ass laugh that dudes always do when they try to mock girls, however, you ignore it because you've just stepped into Target and bitch, this was Disneyland to you. Heaven. Paradise.

"Hm, what are we drinking on Friday?" He says his text outloud as he follows you around the dollar section where you begin to pick up really unnecessary items that you're probably just gonna store away in or around your desk somewhere.

"Should be holy water because you all need it."

"Mmm, I don't know, I don't think they have that but we can check." He responds ever so seriously, causing you to chuckle.

"How many people are you expecting?"

"Honestly, I don't even know. We said we'd keep it to close friends only. I don't really have any friends, so that's all on them."

"Ah, makes sense as to how the entire class was invited." You fire back sarcastically. "Your upstairs neighbors are really gonna have a blast."

"They're invited too."

"You guys are so dumb." He laughs when you hit him against the chest. After walking a bit, the two of you head towards the alcohol aisle, Jungkook grabbing what his arms will allow him to grab since alcohol is a little cheaper here than other grocery stores. "Isn't there a limit as to how much alcohol you can buy?"

"I don't see anything anywhere." He hauls about 4 big bottles back to the cashiers. "Besides, I'm giving them business compared to Safeway and those other grocery stores."

"Grab the coupon at least, genuis. It could save you some money." You take off the coupons from the three bottles.

He looks down at the coupon attached to the 4th bottle. "Sign up today and get 2% cash back on every bottle you buy." He snorts after reading the coupon outloud. "More like sign up today and get 2% cash back turnt." He looks at you. "This doesn't sound like a coupon, miss. Where's the ‘get 5 dollars off’ bullshit?"

"2% cash back turnt? Really?" You furrow your brows at him and hand the coupons to the cashier. "Here. God, maybe you shouldn't be hosting parties with your roommates."

"Maybe not." He holds his bags, even grabbing onto yours as you both walk out to his car. He turns up the radio, the both of you singing along to the songs coming through. When he pulls up to the lot of Edgehill Village, he parks in someone else's marked spot only because it's technically next to your door and he doesn't anticipate to stay long. But honestly, that never goes as planned. He grabs your bag from the trunk, silently following behind you as you unlock your door to an empty suite - just as you expected. Kass was most likely at Jungkook’s, spending the night with Jimin, and you'd be alone for the night. It didn't matter to you though, the peace and quiet was always nice.

"You sure you're gonna be okay here alone?" You nod.

"Yup. It's kind of nice actually." You lean forward onto your bed since it's raised a little higher than usual with bed risers, and open up your laptop. Jungkook sets your Target bag down and wraps his arms around you from behind, planting a kiss on your cheek and on your jawline.

"You sure you don't want me to sleep over? Cuddles sound nice."

"It sounds like you want to."

"Only if you want me to." He nuzzles his head against your neck, waiting for your response.

"Kook, please." You chuckle. "If you wanna sleepover, then go ahead."

"Yesssss! I do."

"Well you need to find parking, or else the person that owns that parking spot will be highly upset."

"You got it, captain. Pull up a movie!" He says, dashing out of your room to move his car. He's most likely going to come back in another 5 minutes, being that the only free parking at this time of night is probably on the other end in the gym's lot, or somewhere on the streets [if he got lucky].

And so that 5 minutes sure does go by before Jungkook is breathing heavily when he walks into your room, duffle bag swung over his shoulder with a big, dorky ass smile on his face.

"I'm back!"

"I see." You snort, still going through the movies.

"Hey, let's run through what Hobi taught us first."

"Ugh, I'm so tired though."

"Cooooome on, just once." He pulls you by the hand, his body pressed against yours as his his other arm wraps around your waist. "Please." His puppy dog eyes look down at you, causing you to push him away because fucking hell, that shit makes you weak. Makes the pussy throb just a lil, you know? Christ.

"Only if you watch 10 Things I Hate About You."

"Sure, I don't mind." He pulls up the song on your laptop. The both of you face the mirror in front of you, careful not to hit each other since you had such limited space to fully move around. Running through it once was a full blown lie, being that you both are doing it for almost 5-6 times before you're laughing at how out of breath you already are. You're so out of it and winded by the last time around that you accidentally hit Jungkook in the face, causing him to whine and stumble off to the side.

"Oh shit!" You laugh. "I'm so sorry, Kookie!" You run over to cup his face. "Are you okay? You good?"

"Shit, Y/N. You have a heavy hand." He keeps his hand against his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You lean in to plant a kiss on his cheek, but Jungkook being Jungkook, he looks to the side to have his lips meet yours instead. He picks you up in one swift motion, your legs wrapped around his torso as he sits you on your bed, your hands still cupping his face. And honestly, you really wanted him. You've always wanted him since this whole thing started. God, he was attractive to you - every little thing about Jungkook was a fucking weakness, but you weren't gonna let up first. Not tonight. The scar on his cheek, his soft, fluffy hair, his toned body, his muscular ass arms, the way he held onto you when you both slept, the way he kissed you.

Lord, he was truly going to be the death of you.

Before the kiss could get any deeper, you smile into it and back away, keeping your gaze on the small, dazed smile Jungkook has on his face.

"Can we watch now?" You ask, subtly biting onto your bottom lip.

"Yeah, good idea."

"Actually, after all that, I need to shower first."

"Can I join?" His eyes light up.

"Sit your ass down. You can go after." You laugh as you hop off the bed, grabbing your pajamas for a quick shower. You literally take 10 minutes, walking back into your room with wet hair and an oversized shirt and shorts underneath. Although you had been completely comfortable with Jungkook, the both of you have never really seen each other fully naked like that. Whenever he slept over, you were both always fully clothed. You've seen him hop out of the shower and come in shirtless, but that's probably about it. You start to brush your teeth as he rummages through his emergency duffle bag full of shit that he holds in the trunk of his car, grabbing a fresh pair of clothes to change into after his shower. You already know his ass is gonna use your shampoo for everything because he loves the smell of it and always talks about how good your hair smells.

While waiting for him, you slip yourself under your covers and pull the laptop closer to you, scrolling through your phone aimlessly to see what's new on instagram. Which, is absolutely nothing, so you let out a dissatisfied sigh.

"Ready!" He comes in, tossing his towel aside and shutting off the lights to crawl into your bed with you.

"You smell just like me." You chuckle.

"It's great, isn't it?"

"Your hair isn't bothering you?" You run your hand through his incredibly wet hair as he shakes his head.

"No, I'll be good."

"Okay." He wraps his arm around you to pull you onto his body, the movie already off to a start. As the movie goes on, you find yourself getting sleep as both of your bodies sink deeper into the sheets, Jungkook still not letting you go. The laptop rests on his belly, while your head is on his chest, his heartbeat the one thing putting you to sleep pretty quickly. He's comfortable, just as you are. He's warm, you're warm. He's content, you're content. You drift off to sleep while he continues to watch, knowing your bodies will be pressed tightly against each other in the morning.

"Kook there's so many fucking people here. The cops are gonna come and shut this down quick." Jungkook shrugs.

"Oh well, wasn't my idea." He snorts. "Shot?!" He hands you a shot that you take with ease, feeling like you aren't drunk enough for all this shit and all these people. "Atta girl."

"Yuck, though." You slightly make a sour face as you feel the warmth trickle down your throat and into your stomach.

"Heeeey, whyyyyy do you look so FaMiliaR?" This girl asks Jungkook in a weird, flirty tone, where every other consonant goes up and down. She's obviously really fucking drunk and out of her mind because for one, she definitely goes to the same school as you two, and she has definitely been in class with Jungkook before.

"Oh uh, my name's Justin Bieber. I used to sing from time to time." He says nonchalantly with you furrowing your forehead at him because what kind of response did he just give her?! What did he just tell her? You're so embarrassed that you slowly turn on your heel and walk out of the kitchen as you hear him sing One Less Lonely Girl hella out of tune, with the girl completely smitten over his drunk ass.

"Where's Jungkookie?" Kass asks as she sits on Jimin's lap.

"Over there, pretending to be Justin Bieber apparently."

"Oh, nice. You don't come across that often." Jimin says sarcastically. "Are you staying here tonight?"

"Yeah, stay here tonight, with Kookie." Kass wiggles her eyebrows, her cheek resting on top of Jimin's head. "It's not like that's anything new."

"Um, I'd rather much be back in the dorm."

"That cold, lonely place? When you could be here, in such a pretty apartment with such a pretty boy?" You shake your head at her.

"Unbelievable." You mutter. Suddenly, an incredibly tall man walks into the apartment, reaching about 6'1 and almost hitting the ceiling with his tall ass. You've never seen him before, but he walks in with Hoseok and Namjoon and for whatever reason, you can't peel your eyes off of him. "Woah, who's that?"

"Who's what?" Jungkook finally comes to your side after being Justin Bieber for a good minute or so, his eyes following yours. Who was he and why were you looking at him so intensely?

"That's Kang! You've never met him?" Jimin says, doing a slight nod to greet him as he passes by. Kang and his fine self looks up at you, a small smirk creeping up at the corner of his lips as he continues through to the kitchen behind Hoseok and Namjoon. "He's a transfer and on the basketball team."

"He's fiiiiine." You and Kass swoon over him a bit, Jungkook giving you a look.

"He's alriiiight. I've seen better."

"Shut up, no one asked you." You lightly punch him on the side, making him lightly groan while Jimin and Kass laugh. The rest of the party, you suddenly have a goal to find out more about Kang and see what he's about because you and Jungkook weren't official. You both didn't really know what this was, but one thing you knew for sure was that it wasn't anything exclusive. You wouldn't bring it up, so wouldn't Jungkook - so was this really something all that meaningful?

Whatever, you didn't wanna keep going in circles about it.

Jungkook fucking hates it though, and he's honestly really jealous that you're suddenly trying to be all cute and woo the new, tall, handsome [but he's not really that fucking handsome to Jungkook for christ's sake] basketball player. Jungkook almost wants to mock his every move and how suavé he is, almost looking like a try hard with the way he's leaning against the wall and talking to you.

Wait— he's talking to you?! You were literally right next to him 2 seconds ago.

"What the fuck?" He squints, trying to make sure he's actually looking at you.

"You're so full of shit." Jimin laughs.

"What are you talking about?"

"Why don't you just admit that you like her and stop being childish about it?"

"I don't like her. She's just my bestfriend."

"Um, okay?" Jimin snorts. "When you sleep at her place every chance you get and vice versa? When she has a ton of your shirts and hoodies in her own fucking closet? When you always get so affectionate with her in the dorm? Sure, you don't like her."

"How do you know that?"

"I just do, you've done it in front of me and Kass before but you both tried playing it off. I don't understand you two."

"Well, I don't like her. She obviously doesn't either with the way she's trying to be all up on him." Jungkook glares at you, his teeth biting the rim of the cup harshly as he brings it to his lips to take a sip.

"Whatever, I'm just saying dude. Probably better to be straight up about it than not."

"Kaaaaaaay." Jungkook responds sarcastically, trying to play off how butthurt he was right now. Cause yeah, he did fucking like you. He was just scared to admit it though because of reasons like this - the fact that you possibly didn't like him back killed him. The fact that you could possibly be using him to feel wanted, needed. It made his stomach turn.

He just really liked you, and god, did he want to be the one in your bed tonight. Whether or not that ended up in sex, whatever. He just wanted to be the one to touch you, be on you.

Meanwhile, Kang was attractive as hell and ouwee, were you feeling him tonight. You were, you really were - except, you could literally feel the holes Jungkook was burning through you from across the room. You'd occasionally glance over due to how distracting it was, Jungkook literally have no shame with eyeing you, almost glaring at you, from across the apartment.

"Is it too forward if I ask for your number already?" Kang licks his lips, his teeth lightly piercing his bottom lip as he looks down at you.

"No." You smirk at him, taking his phone to put your number in.

"We should kick it soon. I'd love to hang out with you and get to know you better."

"Yeah, just let me know when." You blush, until you're suddenly pulled out of your daze by a loud 'ahem,' the loudest throat-clearing you have ever heard in your life. You turn to see Jungkook making his way back over to the shots, knowing damn well he's calling you over. "See you around?" Kang winks before he tips his cup to you and gives you a single nod.

"Sure thing, cutiepie." You bite onto your bottom lip, making your way over to Jungkook at the shot station, instantly pinching his arm.

"What the fuck?"

"Nobody was calling you over." Jungkook smirks.

"Shut the fuck up, yes you were. I know that was you clearing your throat like that."

"I'm sorry, does it bother you?" He blinks cutely, tilting his head to the side. "Besides, why come over here when you're too busy with your man?"

"Are you jealous?"

"Why in the hell would I be jealous, Y/N? Do you." The words sting you, even though part of you still wants to believe that Jungkook may actually like you. All you can do is sigh and brush it off, placing your cup down in front of him as he pours himself another shot. "You sure?"

"Just give me the damn shot." You say, making it your 7th.

And the 7th turns into 8, 8 turns into 9, 9 turns into 10. And at 10, you're pretty fucking drunk even as the party is starting to die down by the time it's close to 2am. All 10 were a good combination of shots and mixed drinks.

10 drinks.

10 drinks is what it took for you to lay in Jungkook's bed at the end of the night, hands tangled in his fluffy hair as your makeout session intensifies by the minute - all due to this sexual tension, frustration, whatever the hell it was brewing between you two after all this time. The both of you are drunk as hell, and it's pretty evident with the way you can still taste the alcohol on his tongue, both sloppily touching up on each other, kisses getting wetter, clothes coming off like there's no tomorrow.

"Wait, are you sure?" Jungkook says, about to unhook your bra.

"Jungkook, god, just fuck me." You plead drunkily, the room spinning around you. He continues to unhook your bra, tossing it across the room where your other clothes lay, peppering kisses along your neck before licking up a stripe to meet your lips again. He hooks his fingers across the band of your panties, tugging them down and letting them get lost within his sheets. You take this as leverage to tug his boxer briefs down, already stroking his hardened member the moment you come into contact with it. The sad thing is that you both are so fucking drunk, you can't even appreciate the fact that you both are naked in front of each other for the first time ever.

You can't even come to terms with the fact that you both are about to fuck each other and cross that boundary completely.

But, hell, what do you care? You were drunk. You got a cute guy's number. You're getting dick at the end of the night.

"Oh shit, Y/N." He moans into your mouth as he feels you stroking him. "Need to feel you." He quickly runs his finger down your fold, slipping in two digits to pump them in and out, quickly prepping you for his dick.

"Hnnng--Kook." You bite onto your bottom lip as your eyes shut close momentarily, your head digging deeper into the pillow the more he tries to stretch you out. "Want you inside of me."

"I got you." He says. You almost whine at the loss of contact until you feel his tip poking at your entrance. He slowly continues to slip himself inside of you, Kook letting out a small groan while your mouth was left open, a soundless moan releasing before you hiss and take in all of him. He fills you up so well, so completely. He was so big that you felt full, bloated, with him being inside of you the way he was.

"Ohhhhhgod." You whimper as he starts to steady his pace, the lewd noises of his cock slipping in and out of your wet pussy filling his room - god forbid if Jimin or their other roommate Yoongi heard this right now. It would be nothing short of pornographic.

"You're so wet. Is that all for me?" He says, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head as he begins to aggressively thrust into you.

"Y-yes." You whine.

"Say it again."

"All for you, Kook."

"I fucking thought so." He drunkily responds as one hand grips onto your hips tightly, the other in your hair as he digs his head back into the crook of your neck, his tongue messily licking near your jaw before he nibbles onto your earlobe.

"Hmmmmgggh, Jungkook. Fuck." You moan as you start to work your hips upward into his, your clit rubbing against his pelvis, causing the pleasure to pool quickly within the pit of your stomach. It causes goosebumps to pierce through the surface of your skin, your hands gripping tighter on his hair. "You're-you're gonna make me cum. Faster." You plead. He does just so, hammering into you, the sound of his hips slamming into yours bouncing off of the walls.

"Ahhh—Y/N." He groans.

"Just like that, just like that, just like that!" You repeat, your clit feeling incredibly stimulated by the way it rubs against his skin while he fucks into you. "Oh shit! Jungkook!" You moan loudly, biting his shoulder as you feel yourself trembling hard in his grip, your orgasm taking over your entire body.

"Shit, shit, shit—Y/N, Shiiiit." He says into your neck, followed by more curses and groans as you feel him coat your walls warmly. He stays inside of you until the both of you come back down to normalcy, your breathing becoming more regulated. He slowly slips himself out, plopping next to you on the bed, but doesn't welcome you into his arms.

The night goes on, the both of you sleeping on your own sides of Jungkook's bed, not really saying a word to each other. Because the both of you, although still pretty drunk, are more aware by the time it's over and it's become so clear how fucked up this got.

You were hurt. Completely hurt. Because you didn't expect Jungkook to just fucking ghost you after that night. You wanted to talk about it, maybe come to the conclusion that you two should just distance yourselves from each other to figure this out, even if it would hurt you a lot to do so.

No.

That morning, Jimin and Kass had to take you back to campus because Jungkook had darted out of his room, nowhere to be seen until later that night. The next week or so, there were no texts, no calls. No visiting your dorm, no asking to sleepover.

Nothing.

Just radio silence, white noise, if you will.

The one thing he could come up with was a stupid response to your text when you finally caved and asked what you did wrong mid-week.

Something along the lines of 'what do you want me to say, Y/N? do you want me to force myself to feel a certain way?'

Followed by a 'i'm sorry, fuck. that came out really wrong' even though you thought it came out perfectly fine. You understood loud and clear.

Even though this wasn't really an exclusive thing, or even a 'thing' if we wanna be straight up, you still couldn't help but feel like Jungkook had just dumped your ass with no explanation and you were still waiting for that explanation to come, whether it would or not. And because of this, you started to see Kang, hangout with him more often. He even took you out on a dinner date and you really enjoyed his company. He seemed genuine, caring, supportive - even if a lot of the basketball boys were the complete opposite. He was different, you liked to think.

And so you stand in front of the mirrors in the dance studio, you and Jungkook awkwardly running through the piece with Hoseok watching, confused as to why all of a sudden the two of you have this weird tension going on. It hasn't entirely ruined the couple piece, but it hasn't brought it together, either. The both of you could barely look at each other, barely get into the movements, the emotions behind the motions. Hoseok had to correct a few things, his 'pah pah pah's' echoing in the room constantly with how many times you and Jungkook had to be set straight for your sloppy steps today.

"Okay, I'm not saying it's bad, cause it's not. But can you both please act like you at least like each other or something? What's going on with you two? You aren't normally like this." Hoseok says, coming down to a crouch in front of the mirrors.

"Nothing, we'll do better. Don't worry." You brush off the entire question with your quick response. Jungkook looks at you, his hands on his hips, lightly frowning at how much you're distancing yourself even though he knows its entirely his fault for running from his feelings and not being honest with you.

"Okay, let's do it from the top." The music starts, you getting into the piece without making any eye contact with Jungkook. Even the steps that cause you to be close and near Jungkook, you look anywhere but his eyes, and your touch is light, trying your hardest not to let any feelings pass through the motion. Hoseok is a little more pleased this time around, but it still doesn't sit right with him, so he lets you two take a break while he heads to the other studio to check on Jimin and the rest of the group.

"Hey. Are you okay?"

"Jungkook, you don't get to ask me that." He sighs and runs his hand through his hair, not sure if he should continue on or not.

"Y/N—"

"Save it, and let's just get this over with, okay? I don't wanna be here just as much as you." Your words cut him deep because dear, you have gotten him completely misunderstood and yet, he still can't speak. He still can't talk about his feelings. He still can't save this even though he wants to, even though he loathes seeing you the way you are with Kang.

"I never said—"

"Kay, ready? Let's run this full out and make it a good one so we can call it for today." Hoseok says, clapping his hands to hype you two up somehow. The music starts and you're finally able to get into the steps. The emotions. And god, it's only because you're so hurt by your own bestfriend. You're hurt that he fucked you so good, and then dipped. You're hurt that he couldn't even face you the day after. You're hurt that after all this time, he made it seem like you still didn't matter enough - at least enough for an explanation, for some kind of reasoning, conversation, behind what just went down between the both of you. Between what has been going down between the both of you.

Besides the stupid ass responses he gave you through text.

You get so into your feelings that you don't even realize you're tearing up by the time the piece is over, and Jungkook catches it even though you face away from him as soon as the music cuts out.

"Nice, okay! That was so much better! Let's pick it up next session, yeah? We'll keep cleaning it up. Thanks guys!" Hoseok says. You immediately head towards the wall, grabbing your things to avoid any confrontation from Jungkook, but he grabs your arm as soon as you slip through the door.

"Y/N, wait. Stop."

"Let me go." You yank your arm from his grip.

"Why are you crying?" He stops in front of you, his hands placed on your arms to prevent you from moving any further.

"I'm not." You blatantly lie while you aggressively wipe away the stragglers coming down.

"Really? Just gonna lie like that?"

"Why do you care? You haven't said shit to me all week." You snap back, and Jungkook is taken aback from the tone in your voice. You remove his hands from your arms, and take one last look at him before shaking your head and walking off.

Next mistake? He doesn't come after you.

This was a waste of fucking time. If he truly cared about you, he wouldn't let you hurt like this.

You let out a deep sigh before clutching onto your things and walking back to your dorm. The walk from the gym/fitness center was damn near on the other end of campus compared to your dorm. It would be a good 10 minute walk if you really took your time. A good 10 minutes to ponder on your thoughts.

Yes, you liked Jungkook. You really liked him. Having sex with him solidified those feelings even more. How could you not have feelings for your bestfriend after all the moments you've shared? Was it your fault for assuming that? Was it your fault for walking through that door when it seemed to be completely open for you?

"Sup." Kang comes out of nowhere, pulling you out of your thoughts. He swings his arm around your shoulder, gently pulling you closer to his body.  "Just got out of practice?"

"Sure did." You give him a toothless smile. Yes, he was attractive as hell. He always will be. But, even with the time you spent together, the date he took you on, he still couldn't make you feel the way Jungkook has been able to make you feel.

"How was it?"

"Um, it was alright. Nothing new really, just cleaning up the piece before the show. You're going right?"

"Why wouldn't I?" He smiles down at you. "Listen, I don't know if you've heard, but there's another party tonight."

"A party? It's Wednesday." You snort.

"Yeah, I mean, one of the boys on the Lacrosse team is throwing it at his family house because his parents will be gone. Wanna come? I'll pick you up. We don't have to stay for long." You looked at your watch.

"What time is it at?"

"Like 9ish?" Enough time for you to shower and get a quick dinner in your belly. Why the hell not? You were caught up for the week. You didn't have any pressing assignments that were due asap.

"Sure. I'll come."

"Cool. See you later then?" He says, about to part ways with you. You simply give him a nod before walking deeper into Edgehill village. You hoped you wouldn't regret this tonight, and you really hoped he meant it when he said you two didn't have to stay for long. You drag yourself into your room, seeing Kass' door wide open, revealing her packing up her duffle bag.

"Hey, where are you headed during the middle of the week?"

"My two classes got cancelled for tomorrow so me and Jiminie are heading out for a mini getaway for our anniversary." You cross your arms and smile. "He's just gonna catch up on shit when we get back I guess." She laughs.

"That sounds cute. I hope you have loads of fun this weekend, babe."

"What are you gonna do?" Kass and Jimin were obviously aware of everything happening between you and Jungkook being that they had to be the ones to take you home. They never pressed on it though, knowing you both were still pretty upset about how things were playing out. They figured you two would eventually work it out, but until then, they would just sit back and keep their mouths shut. You two were being completely stubborn, but it wasn't their relationship to fix.

"Well, there's this party Kang wants to take me to tonight."

"The Lacrosse party? Messy." She laughs. "Be careful, but also have fun, yeah? I still don’t know if I trust him.”

"Yeah I know."

"Tell me how it goes!"

"I will." You wave her off as you head into your room and shut the door. You figured you would just grab dinner on campus to avoid spending more money than you should; after all, dinner seemed to be pretty bomb tonight. You didn't mind going alone, sometimes Namjoon would join you, asking for you to bring him a plate of food while he does the hard job of sneaking inside the cafeteria through the back door. He usually waits for you at a free table and ends up staying there to have dinner with you, updating you on how life has been, how school has been. Sometimes Hoseok would join you, too. Either way, you didn't mind if no one joined. It was nice to have dinner by yourself from time to time.

You get there on time to be able to grab some food, eat quietly and head out before the cafeteria gets way too busy for your liking. You slip into the shower and throw on a mini skirt, a crop top and a denim jacket, lightly fluffing your hair in the mirror and adding a dab of lip gloss to your lips before Kang is calling you to tell you he's outside your dorm. He's wearing something similar to your color palette, however, you don't make much out of it since this also wasn't really an exclusive thing and you sure as hell weren't going around telling people you and Kang had a thing going on.

To him, you two might be a thing. You've definitely overheard people talking about you two in passing.

To you though, you two definitely weren't. And it was a big fuck you to Jungkook for that.

The house is packed from end to end already, and you're surprised being that it has barely hit 10 minutes since the party was expected to take off. Kang is having to park down the hill, allowing you to hop onto his back for a quick piggy back ride up until you reach the front of the house. There's people already fucked up out on the lawn [you figured they fucked themselves over during their pre-game session cause that shit really happens from time to time], either laying there drunkily or yacking on a free patch of grass.

Gross.

Messy, indeed.

Some people are posted, smoking blunts and offering it to people who were passing by. You and Kang both pass up on it, the idea of not knowing where it has been not sitting right with you. You both head straight to the bottles, taking shots and downing mixed drinks to chase it with so that you can catch up with majority of the crowd. Kang has his arm around your shoulder throughout the night, keeping you close to him, even when he's getting pretty drunk. You realize he's a little more handsy than usual, a little more touchy than you expected him to be. It doesn't bother you for a minute, until he really tries to hike up your skirt while you sit on his lap. You gently shoo his hand away, playing it off while he nuzzles his head against your neck.

"Let's go upstairs, babe." He says, the pet name sounding incredibly off coming from him. Maybe you were drunk, maybe you really just weren't in the mood. It just didn't sound cute, if that even makes sense?

"Okay." You respond stupidly, not wanting to cause a scene at a lacrosse party. You intertwine your fingers with his as he leads the way up the stairs, eyeing the doors as they come into view. He leans forward towards each door, making sure it's clear before opening it. You assume he finally finds one that he's satisfied with when you catch the small smirk that grows at the corner of his lips when he turns the door knob and brings you inside. He pulls you into a deep, rough kiss, one that doesn't even allow you to breathe and process what the fuck is even going on. You can't get into it for the life of you, no matter how hard you try to back away. "Wait, wait."

"What's wrong, baby? Isn't this what you wanted?" He says, kissing down your neck as he drops his jacket to the floor. He gently pushes you onto the bed, his hands traveling up your skirt as you lay there trying to push him off.

"Wait, stop." He doesn't listen. He continues until his hands are literally hooking onto your panties, his finger swiping down your clothed folds. You try fighting him off, but he's way stronger than you. He continues to be aggressive, forcefully trying to shove your panties down until you muster up all the energy you have to finally push him off of you completely. "Stop!"

"What the fuck? I thought you wanted this?"

"Who the hell said that?"

"Are you serious? The way that you're dressed and the way that you look at me. The way you approached me at your friend's party - isn't it all because of this? Because you wanted me? Why are you backing out now?"

"Jesus, get over yourself." You stand, fixing your skirt back down. He furrows his brows at you before his hand grips your arm tightly, shoving you against the wall.

"The fuck, you can't just leave without giving me anything. I brought you here to this party."

"Let me go! You're fucking sick. No one even told you I wanted this to go down. I don't know who you think you are, but you need to get yourself together and stop assuming every pussy is yours to take." He attempts to pin you, his hand holding up both of your hands against the wall while the other tries to pull up your skirt. Someone accidentally opens the door, distracting him and giving you leverage to shove him off and get the fuck away. You dart down the steps, fixing your skirt as you head outside and away from the house.

Fuck, you're far from campus. And Kass and Jimin aren't around.

God.

You groan and run your hand through your hair as you continue to walk down the hill and into the neighborhood to get as far away as possible from that house and that gross ass dude. He was literally just like the rest of the basketball team. You've heard stories and they weren't nice. Looks like he was trained well already, and that shit was sad. What a waste. A beautiful human being with such a nasty, sick mindset. You hoped other girls hadn't fallen for his shit.

Ugh, it sends shivers down your spine. Bad shivers.

"Hello? Y/N?"

"Kook, can you come pick me up please?"

"Yeah, yeah. Of course. Where are you?"

"I'll drop my location. Please hurry." You say, looking back to make sure your coast was clear. You drop the pin into your text thread with Jungkook and sit on the curb until his arrival. It's getting pretty chilly out, and the denim jacket you're wearing fails to provide you with the warmth you're looking for. Sooner or later, Jungkook is pulling up, damn near hopping out before he can shift the gear into park.

"You okay? What happened?" He says, opening the door for you before rushing over to the driver's seat.

"Nothing, can we just go back to your place?" He nods silently, and doesn't press any further after hearing your tone. He watches from his peripherals how you fiddle with your fingers and constantly reach to pull your skirt down even though he doesn't think there's any other way you could pull it down even more. He watches as he parks the car on the curb in front of his apartment how you simply undo your seatbelt and hop out to walk straight into his apartment. He watches as you welcome yourself into his closet and pick out some clothes for you to change in.

You were hurt, and his blood boils thinking about who could've done this and what they could have possibly done.

I mean, no. He knows who did this, but the question was what exactly did he try?

He hears the shower turn on, then quickly get turned off after a good 5 minutes. You had stepped in for a quick body shower, using Jungkook's bodywash just to rid yourself of feeling gross. Feeling gross from being shoulder to shoulder all night long, people breathing down your neck. Kang touching you inappropriately. You slip into Jungkook's clothes, his scent wrapping around you entirely. When you head back into the room, Jungkook has his headset back on as he faces his computer, logging back onto his game of League of Legends. You silently toss your dirty clothes to the side of his room, making a mental note to grab it tomorrow morning and toss it straight into the laundry.

Straight into a fire, perhaps. But you loved those clothes so much, it was unfortunate it'd have such a horrible memory to go with it.

Jungkook slowly removes his headset again and removes himself from his game before he heads over and sits on the edge of his bed. You simply look at him, pursing your lips tightly together to prevent yourself from crying.

But he can tell.

"What happened Y/N?" The question triggers you, making you cry into your hands as he sits there, dumbfounded and worried at how he can fix this and make you feel better. "Look, you don't have to tell me all the details but please tell me how I can help. At least tell me if I need to beat Kang's ass." He says, pulling you into his arms.

"He tried to fucking take advantage of me." You mumble as you remove your face from your hands.

"He did what?" He manages to ask even though he has a hard time swallowing the lump that formed in his throat. He already assumed you had placed him in the same category as Kang even though he never intended to take advantage of you. He really took that night as something special [even drunk], and he never meant to make you feel like you were a used object. Not like Kang.

"He-he," You sniffed. "He tried to force me into having sex with him. He took me upstairs at that lacrosse guy's party or whoever the hell it even was, and he started to aggressively kiss me. And then he tried to force my panties down and touch me there, and—"

"Okay, please don't go on or else I'll literally go over there and tear his ass apart right now. I promise you." He says sternly, his jaw clenching tightly. "God, fuck. I'm so sorry Y/N. I can't apologize on his behalf but fuck, you didn't deserve that." He uses his sweater to wipe your tears.

"I don't even know why I'm crying, this shit isn't even worth it." You groaned. "It's just overwhelming to process, I guess."

"That's okay." He says, letting out a sigh as he brushes his hand through your hair and continues to wipe the stragglers falling from your eyes. "Anything I can get you right now?"

"No, I'm probably just gonna go to bed." He nods. "Thank you for picking me up."

"Of course. You know I'll always be there." He says. You slip yourself into his sheets, watching as he makes his way back to his desk. But fuck, the only thing you needed right now was him. You didn't want this distance anymore, and you just wanted to be comforted in true Jungkook fashion.

"Wait."

"Hm?" He hums as he has a hand placed on the  head of his chair while he turns to you.

"Can you just lay with me?"

"Yeah." He says, shutting off his computer before making his way over to you in the dark. You feel him slip in next to you, his arm snaking around your shoulders so he can pull you close and onto his chest. "Better?"

"Yeah." You say, shutting your eyes as you listen to his heart beat.

"Y/N."

"Yeah?"

"I never meant to take advantage of you, or make you feel like I used you that one night." Silence. "It was dumb of me, but I just— I had trouble coming to terms with my feelings. I was scared that you wouldn't feel the same way, but I thought fuck it, at least you would know, right?"

"What are you talking about, Kook?" You ask, close to a whisper.

"I'm saying that I really fucking like you, Y/N. No, that's not right." He curses himself. "I-I uh, I'm in love with you. And I don't know if I messed this up already with the way I acted, god I hope not, but you at least deserve to know that I truly do value you and that you mean alot to me. That night, even though we were pretty plastered, it meant a lot to me. It was more than just sex and I'm sure you felt that too." He waits for your response as his fingers rake through your hair. "Please say something, anything."

"I feel the same way, Jungkook. You're an idiot for running off, but I couldn't even stay mad at you. You just know how to hit my soft spots and I can never say no to it. Can never turn my back on it." He presses a kiss against the top of your head.

"Fuck, I'm really glad to hear that cause I don't know what I would have done besides cry if you rejected me." You playfully hit his chest.

"You're annoying." You jokingly say as you chuckle.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I never wanted to hurt you."

"It's okay." You look up to press your lips against his before laying back down.

"And Kang better be fucking glad you're pressed against my body right now because I'm still looking to beat his ass."

"He's not even worth it." Is the last thing you say before you find yourself drifting into a deep sleep, in the comfort of Jungkook's arms.

"You two feeling okay? Nervous?" You and Jungkook shake your heads. "Good, you guys got this. You've been looking amazing during practice, the audience will love you two, no doubt. Just remember to show emotions through expressions and hit every beat sharply." Hoseok nods in unison with the both of you.

"Got it, thanks Hobi." You smile at him toothlessly. You and Jungkook patiently waited for your turn backstage, the talent show already off to a wild and fun start. So many students came by to showcase their talents - from beatboxing, open mic, freestyling [like Yoongi did], dancing, singing, you name it. It was always a fun time at the talent show, and it was always nice to see people getting love for the shit they loved to do.

"You're up next." Hoseok says. "I'll be in the front row. Kick ass and have fun!" He says as he rushes off towards the opposite end to head back out to his seat in the theater.

"Ready?" Jungkook holds out his hand for you to take.

"I think so." You playfully respond as the backstage crew is rushing out the previous talent and rushing you two in to take your places on stage. The lights pick up as soon as the music starts, Kang's big ass head already in full view for you. He's definitely not smiling, no, he has a look of pure disgust because he simply couldn't get what he wanted from you.

And boy, who's fault was that? Not yours, no sir. It was his fault for thinking he had it like that.

But anyways, you're feeling the music, you're feeling the piece because you're dancing with your bestfriend and there wasn't this grey area anymore. It was easier to get into the motions, to get into the feeling, especially when things felt right between the two of you.

And God, what else is more attractive than Jeon Jungkook hitting his 8 counts so smoothly, with just enough umph to make it pop but make it pop cleanly.

Yo, please. I beg. Send some help. You could literally melt on stage.

The moments where Jungkook has to be close to you, where he has to touch you - you let him, and you touch him with meaning. You don't stray away this time because you have no reason to. The crowd is cheering, lots of 'ou's' and 'aw's' erupting from various places in the theater.

"Pretty lady." Jungkook whispers in your ear as the move requires his hands to be placed on your hips for a quick moment. You hear him slightly singing along to the song as he parts from you, causing you to blush.

Sooner or later, the couple piece is over and the song is transitioning to Jimin's piece, you and Jungkook rushing off the stage so the next group can take their positions. Jimin wanted to test his limits, creating a piece a little different than his usual taste - Chris Brown's Came to Do begins blaring through the theater speakers. You immediately jump into Jungkook's arms once you both reach backstage, the both of you immensely happy and pumped that you got through the piece without messing up one step or beat. It went so smoothly that Hoseok was standing in the front row, clapping and cheering in typical Hoseok fashion. You intertwine your fingers with his, slipping through the side door to catch Jimin's piece on stage. You and Jungkook are cheering them on, always impressed by the shit your friends can come up with. You both loved dancing, but you couldn't even imagine coming up with your own pieces to teach people.

That night after the show, everyone heads to a nearby restaurant for dinner with everyone. You all take up almost an entire section of the restaurant, splitting two long tables to accommodate the entire group with doubled the waitresses to take your orders. You settle for water, splitting an abnormally huge and filled deep dish pizza with Jimin, Kass and Jungkook. It was a good day, a good night, everyone at the table happily eating and chatting it up over dinner. You turn down any drinks because to be honest, drinks lowkey make you queasy just from the thought of how much you drank at Jungkook's apartment, plus the added bonus of that party Kang took you to. Jungkook declines as well, knowing he has to drive you back safely.

Jimin and Kass head back to the apartment because Yoongi says he's gonna hang out with Joon And Hoseok for a bit, and they warn you and Jungkook that things may get loud so the both of you decide to really stick to the plan of bringing you back to the dorm. Jungkook does his usual routine of dropping you off first before finding parking around campus. You hop in the shower and come out in Jungkook's oversized crewneck that he left in your closet, forgoing the shorts because you certainly thing that at this point, he'd love to see you in his sweater and panties.

And he does. He smiles as he pulls you close, his hands traveling up your sweater, only to find out that you literally don't have shit on besides some cute little boyshorts. He feels himself hardening in his pants quick because he's incredibly attracted to you and everything about you, always has been, always will be.

"You did amazing tonight." He says, gently kissing your forehead.

"You did too, partner." He gives you a slightly shocked look.

"Is that all I am to you? Your dance partner?"

"Yeah, why? Were you expecting more?" You joke as you smile up at him.

"Yeah, I was."

"Oh?" He gently swoops you up into his arms, your legs wrapped tightly around his torso as he sits you on the bed, his hands resting on your thighs while you continued to hold him around the neck. "Care to tell me what you were expecting?"

"Well, you know, my best friend—" He presses a kiss against your lips, thumbs gently rubbing circles against your hips. "My girlfriend."

"Hm, say that again?" Your fingers are gently playing with the ends of his hair, your lips barely grazing his.

"My girlfriend." He says closed to a whisper, kissing you softly. The kiss deepens quick, Jungkook's tongue lining your bottom lip as his way of asking for permission to take it further. You gladly take it and let him in, your tongues instantly fighting for dominance. Your fingers travel up his hair, tugging ever so slightly just to let him know you want more. That you need more.

And he gets that.

His fingers hook onto the band of your boyshorts, tugging them down and letting them fall down your legs and onto the floor. He breaks the kiss momentarily, his brown, puppy dog eyes looking straight into yours.

"Hey." He says, brushing the hair out of your face.

"Hm?"

"I know I said the last time was special, and it was. It is." He corrects himself. "But, I wanna do right by you this time around. So, is it okay if I keep going? Are you comfortable?" He asks properly, since the two of you are both sober and perfectly coherent, aware of your surroundings and the fact that you'll be seeing each other fully naked in a few minutes.

"Yes." You respond. "Yes, I want you to keep going. I want you. This." He simply nods, bringing his lips back onto yours. His hands climb up your sweater and gently gives your breasts a good squeeze, earning a small moan from the both of you. His other hand begins to travel down to your pussy, two long fingers slowly probing your entrance and causing your breathing to hitch.

"You okay?" He asks lowly. You nod, biting onto your bottom lip as you tilt your head back and rest on your hands, no longer able to keep up with the kiss due to all the pleasure starting to pile up deep in your core. Jungkook starts of slow, his head now buried into the crook of your neck as he works his digits upward, tickling at the right spot.

"Ohhhh, Kook." You mewl as his tongue swipes across the surface of your neck, biting gently beneath your jaw. He begins to pick up the pace, the sounds of him finger fucking you filling up the room entirely.

"Fuck, you're so wet baby." He groans into your neck.

"I'm gonna cum." You whine, teeth almost piercing through your bottom lip in between your whimpers.

"Need to taste you." He removes his fingers and sinks down in between your thighs, gripping onto them and pulling you just a teensy bit more off the edge of the bed so he can get a good angle. The sight of his eyes looking up at you in between your legs is to die for, and the sight alone is enough to make you cum. But, you hold on, you ride out for a little longer - feeling Jungkook's tongue swipe in and out of your folds before he's sucking endlessly on your clit.

"Ahhh, fuck, wait, Jungkook!" He slightly smiles while eating you out, signaling that he's not stopping even if you beg him to. "Hnnng—shit!" You moan loudly as you feel yourself toppling over the edge, your body shaking in Jungkook's grip. You twitch every time he continues to suck gently on your sensitive nub, letting you ride out the rest of your high. He comes back up to your lips, the taste of your own cum lingering on it as you kiss him deeply.

"You taste so good." He says, back to twirling your nipples in between his fingers.

"Wanna feel you." You fiddle with his jeans, undoing his belt and sliding the rest down as much as you could. Jungkook gets out of his shirt and tosses it aside before helping get the sweater above your head. His eyes glow at the sight of your bare body in front of him, wanting to do nothing but please you and please you well.

"God, you're so perfect." He places kisses down your collarbone, to the surface of your breasts before quickly swirling his tongue around your perked buds. You moan as you tug down onto his boxer briefs, immediately stroking his hardened member while he tended to you. Jungkook was a fucking beauty himself - his soft hair, his perfectly toned body, his long 'thick in all the right places' dick.

"Please." You plead. "I want you inside of me." You whimper, causing Jungkook's breathing to hitch when you slightly tighten your grip at the base of his shaft. He gently pushes your hand aside to take over, lining himself up at your entrance. He inserts the tip, watching your eyes roll to the back of the head as he slowly sinks into you.

"Mmmmmgod." He moans. "So tight for me, baby. So fucking wet and tight." He repeats, close to a growl. Your moaning begins to pick up, matching the pace of his thrusting. You're still on the edge of the bed, Jungkook keeping you steady by gripping your thighs tightly. He marvels at the sight of your titties bouncing up and down with every thrust, hissing and shutting his eyes momentarily to keep himself grounded and to prevent himself from coming too quickly. Cause god, he can literally blow any second now.

"Jungggggkooook, yessssss!" You moan loudly, whining even at this point with how good he feels fucking into you at such a fast pace. You're feeling slightly sore already from him hammering into you, but nonetheless, it builds more pleasure for you and you want nothing but to reach your high again. "I-I'm coming!" Jungkook moans in unison with you when he feels your walls pulsating against his cock.

"Such a good girl for me." He says, slowing his pace. The creamy sounds of Jungkook's cock slipping inside and out is music to the both of your ears. He finally gains the courage to remove himself, sitting next to your spot on the edge of the bed and pulling you onto his lap. You swing a leg over, your hands resting on the nape of his neck while you sink yourself lower onto his length. Your mouth opens to let out a moan, but the best you can do is let out a hiss. It feels too fucking good that you can't even process it thoroughly. Jungkook pushes your lips down onto his by grabbing your neck, his other hand guiding the movement of your hips as you roll into him.

"Mmmggg—Jungkook." You whimper in between kisses. "You feel so fucking good, god. You're gonna make me cum again."

"Yeah, cum for me. Cum all over me. It's yours." He grunts, his hands guiding you to work him faster. Your movements are getting sloppier, and you feel your wetness starting to coat his pelvis. He doesn't give a fuck though, and neither do you. This shit feels too good for you to worry about the mess you're making on him.

"Cum with me please." He moans at the sound of you whispering into his ear.

"Faster, baby." He says, almost making you cry at how awfully close you are to unraveling. You tug onto his hair, your head buried deep into his neck as you try and suck onto the surface, trying to find an outlet, some kind of release, until you let go. You suck harshly as you coat his cock with your cum, leaving a purple mark right at the base of his neck. You continue to ride out your high, rolling your hips sloppily as Jungkook finally lets himself go, his moan bouncing off of your walls as his seed fills you up warmly.

You stay in your position, slowly raising your head to cup his cheeks and kiss him deeply once more.

"Fuck, I love you." He says slightly pulling away.

"I love you too." You giggle.

"Didn't actually need any drinks to do this now, did we?" Jungkook jokes, softly pinching your hip.

"Shut up."

"Damn, you both couldn't even at least try to be quiet?!" Jimin yells from outside the door.

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I really can't get over this ending... (Related to this video)

“The Quarry” community, come cry with me! Good old angst as we like it! Because when you really think about it, nothing is right here.

First we have Laura, who died sparing Silas. The poor darling fought all the dangers, survived all the hardships or injuries on her way to save her boyfriend and at the final moment her hesitation cost her life and her bright future. The worst part is the “Max will wait for a love that will never come back” in the ending recap. Seriously, it broke my heart. He will finally discover a few hours later her corpse and will probably feel guilty to death for the rest of his life in addition to the trauma of having hurt her several times and all that is related to this abominable place that is the hackett's quarry camp.

Then we have Ryan, who died similarly to Laura, sparing Silas. Putting aside the fact that he had to kill his mentor and the whole story of being betrayed and killed in his own “home”, we have two horrible problems with his death, Dylan and Sarah. Of course, it doesn't shock anyone when I say that breaking up the cutest couple in the world without either one of them being able to confess to the other after being so close and flirting all night is dreadful. Even with both of his hands intact, Dylan will probably be so sad that I can't even imagine what his grief will be like after discovering the ghastly corpse of his summer love. Nevertheless, what I also find just unbearable must be the reaction of Ryan's little sister, Sarah. I mean, we hardly know anything about her or her grandparents, but just the fact that Ryan seemed to care so much about her is enough to tell me that this family would definitely be torn apart and dead inside after Ryan's death.

After that we have of course Abi. I was not so much saddened by Abi's death, maybe just shocked and very disappointed. Nevertheless... I have to admit that Emma’s touching reaction affected me a bit. The last time our dear influencer saw her bestfriend was at the campfire, when she kissed her crush, making her run away in shame and sadness. She must feel so guilty and bad that I support her wholeheartedly. And of course the worst part is still Nick. Nick who will have to live with the death of his crush on his conscience, how he brutally decapitated her after insulting and belittling her. Frankly, it's downright awful, I can't even imagine Nick's denial and then pain, he probably wouldn't be able to get over it despite the support of the people around him.

And finally, Jacob. I think his death is passable but again, there are a few elements that make it sadder than I thought. Once more, Nick... God he wouldn't get over it right? Two of his friends dead because of him? If Abi's death wasn't enough to sink him then Jacob's death would finish him off. The poor guy would be disgusted with himself for life, I wonder if he would even be able to continue living after that... Then, Emma. I think she would definitely feel bad. Guilty of course but also melancholic for having criticized Jacob so much, remembering the good times with him. She would keep telling herself that she was too hard on him and blaming herself for what she couldn't even control, telling herself that the night could have been different if she had turned back Jacob's feelings around (when, in reality, she had every right not to want to date him). And finally Kaitlyn. Kaitlyn is a warrior, a survivor. She could get past Laura's death, Abi's death, and maybe even Ryan's death by supporting what's left of Dylan. But the death of Jacob, her stupid but also kind childhood friend whom she loved to tease more than anything? No. She couldn't get over that. She would hide it, but she would be really down, too nostalgic for the times they spent laughing together.

Bonus: Let's also remember that Jedediah and Bobby have only the two of them left to look after each other. Wife, brothers, grandchildren, all brutally killed because of children they wanted to protect or because of a curse that ruined their lives for six years... and now for the rest of their lives.

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it’s mE bUBBLE ANON . since you can’t see it i think i’ll switch to this one 🔮?? Lmk

but omg , i absolutely loved your continuation to my ask. It’s to good not to keep the train going >:)

i apologize in advance bc i’m about to focus on my main kaeya , i love him to much and he needs some attention and love.

i imagine how hard it must have been before the scarf incident to gain readers trust again. You mentioned how he stayed around the mansion when he first heard she was there. He probably just stayed in rooms he knew she would go in and just sit there to make his presence known. He knew that she would probably just walk right back out but at least she wasn’t leaving the mansion. He knew it would take a while but he didn’t care about the wait ( diluc hasn’t kicked him out cause he’s not even there , to busy avoiding a certain someone smh ) . He wanted to show her that he would wait for her not matter how long it took, he wasn’t going to forsake , abandon or desert her. Never again would he leave her behind.

( it’s like one of those youtube videos where the person just stays in one place to make the bunny or cat comfortable lmao

an emotional game of cat and mouse

It takes weeks but reader finally throws him a bone and stays in whatever room he’s in to talk here and there( he actually started to get through to her but she’ll never admit it … he knows better tho). the bOOM reader takes his hand , they finally talk about what happened that night and the road to finally repair their relationship begins.

After that , the begin to take trips together, exploring places they use to go to as children to add new and better memories. You mentioned that they capture crystal flies together ! It’s cute that they capture them together. He was probably the one who brought up the idea to leave some in dilucs office and she begrudgingly agrees lmao .

Ok ok so to build a bit more of story before the scarf incident. What if kaeya helps reader with her hand phobia ( more angst for diluc , could potentially lead to fluff for him , who knows LMAO) but but they by start by linking arms , then pinky’s and then sometimes hands. When they camp out while exploring , kaeya let’s reader trace the the scars in his hands while he tells her where he got them from. ( IM SORRY i think siblings holding hands is the cutest shit ever, it’s also them making up for lost time… it’s also my soft spot for kaeya)

OK FINALLY at the scarf incident. They both don’t ask questions about each others cover up ( eye patch / scarf ). so the day diluc finally mans up and comes back , and like you said her scarf comes lose, she tries to cover up because she’s scared of anyone seeing. She feels ashamed of them. Kaeya tried to offer her his jacket but before he can take it off she hides in his chest . He freezes up before instinctively goes into big brother mode and hugs them. Think of it like a melting hug !! ( diluc being a witness of it all since he saw the scar he left on her neck)

what if … after this … she gets a bit of the glow back in her eyes bc deep in her heart she now knows that at least one of her brothers is here to stay for good.

I SPOKE TO MUCH LMAO , im sorry i love kaeya so much. feel free to include more of diluc and i can continue the train to talk more about him. if you’d like 😈

-🔮 anon !!

*lies knocked out cold on the floor* can you believe I couldn't stand Kaeya for almost two years LOL- I mean, we got to know him at the beginning of the game and I used to skip every dialogue/not understand what was going on. But now I just want to pat his head 😭

+ I'm sorry you had to change your emote, but my dumb phone can't recognise it, smh.

There's that part in reader that needs him, though they hate his very being during the early stages of their reconciliation. He's willing to be the brother they needed, fix whatever can be fixed, and reader doesn't want to admit it/realise it, but they need his presence.

It doesn't feel normal- familiar at all, it's a jumbled mess of nameless and unknown feelings. They want to hate him so bad, to hate Diluc, the winery, mondstadt. They want to hate Teyvat because maybe all that resentment would finally leave their body and stop burning.

It's exhausting to be mad, it's exhausting to loathe.

And no matter how much the fatui pushed them to draw strength from such feeling, it's not in their nature. They just wish time could rewind and mend what's broken. Their hydro vision is not enough, not anymore.

But a clock doesn't tick backwards, and the closest they can get to their past is to hold hands, brush fingers, link arms, all while reminiscing.

When Kaeya sees they chose to hide in his arms rather than his coat he feels indescribable relief. It's the most tangible proof that he's doing the right thing and regaining their trust, because they feel safe in his hold. It's a different bond, one that doesn't taste like their childhood, but rather a new flavour to be discovered.

Diluc sees it all. Thinks that maybe they don't need him, or any more of his deleterious actions and feelings.

Perhaps the hole he left wasn't caused by his absence.

Perhaps his presence dug that hole in their heart.

What do we do with him, do we give a happy ending? LMAO