#maybe they're like two or three more in the background
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
figure skater x macklin celebrini au â°
â blaire stevenson x macklin celebrini
or best friends to lovers to strangers to lovers again
â mood board & masterlist
â
â au background + timeline â
â
they first meet in minnesota when they're at shattuck-st. mary's boarding schoolâmack for hockey and blaire for figure skating
she's a bit..put off by mack and his brother's sudden entrance to the school just for hockey at first. she knows what people say about hockey players and their cockiness, so she stays away until they begin having mutual friends and it's a bit of a forced proximity type of situation
blaire really thought wrong of mack because the two hit it off right away
they talk all night at the party, revealing their passions for their sports. blaire learns how dedicated mack and his brother are to hockey and she suddenly admires his determination to do better and be better because that's exactly how she is with figure skating
macklin's intrigued by her figure skating and immediately wants to see her skate
a few mornings after the party where they talked, mack goes to the rink early to get some playing time in when he runs into blaire already there with the same idea
she's on the ice and he's so captivated by the way she glides around
this pretty much sets off their relationship because mack starts going to the rink early everyday to see her spin around and eventually, he starts showing her some hockey moves
this is really new for mack because he's never had something like this before after dedicating his entire life to doing online school and then going to play hockey
it's always been hockey, hockey, hockey until meeting blaire where he just can't be away from her
he learns she's very shy and reserved, but it doesn't bother him because that just means someone is finally listening to everything he has to talk aboutïżŒ
they start dating pretty quickly after that initial morning
it's literally perfect
they become each other's best friends and blaire quickly becomes someone mack can count on after only really having himself to count on since his parents divide their devotion between his other three siblings
she's more than happy to come to his games and watch him become even betterâso good that he signs on with chicago steel after two seasons at st. mary's
what's even better is that blaire gets an offer to come to mcfetridge sports center in chicago to continue developing her figure skating career
the two couldn't be happier that they were taking on this new chapter together
blaire still made it out to all of mack's games and he came to her meets when they were in chicago together
it wasn't until college recruitment season came around and talk of going to play at a collegiate level that their relationship started changing after almost a year and a half of dating
mack was looking at schools in boston while blaire was getting offers on the west coast
the two quickly realized they were being pulled in two different directionsâthings were happening so fast and it was no doubt that both of them had grown a lot in their skills since meeting almost two years ago which is why so many different schools wanted them
they started realizing that maybe their relationship wouldn't be able to work on opposite ends of the country
mack never had any intention to breakup with her and was absolutely crushed when blaire told him they should go separate ways (running away is how she copes with hard situations)
she's never been good at showing emotion like that, so she closed herself up when mack tried convincing her they could make it work
ultimately, they broke up and went to school on separate coasts
mack was heartbroken
blaire tried acting like she didn't care and focused all of her energy into figure skating
they lost contact and stopped talking for almost two years until by some fate, macklin saw her in san jose
he was in disbelief that she was there and immediately attempted to reach back out to her
she was actually quite receptive to wanting to meet up, so they did when they got their contact information again
they easily fell back into place with one another like no time had passed
mack, who never stopped thinking about her, wanted her back
blaire wanted him back too, choosing to believe maybe it was a sign they belonged together after ending back up in the same city
â blaire stevenson:
blaire morgan stevenson
older sister to carter stevenson and younger sister to mason stevenson, so she's a middle child
she's closer to her younger brother than her older brother
birthday is june 23rd, 2006!
she's boarded at shattuck-st. mary's since she was 12 and is 16 when she goes to chicago for mcfetridge for her last two years of school
she's loved figure skating since she could walk because she adored the girls who came on during the winter olympics and immediately wanted to be like them
obviously, she thinks hockey players are stuck up because she doesn't think very fondly of macklin when he first gets to shattuck
she's more reserved than her brothers and it takes awhile to really get to know her which makes sense as to why she didn't talk to macklin right away, but once you get her talking she talks like no other
her mom passed when she was little, so blaire dedicated a lot of her routines to her mom because her mom was the one who encouraged her to try out for her first competitive team
that's why there's a small rift between her and her brothers because they all remember their mom differently and are still grieving after so many years
figure skating acts as blaire's escape when she's in her head too much or feeling sad about her mom
itâs also why she shuts down and turns away in tense situations or when things start going bad because she taught herself to escape the bad feelings before they could truly hurt her (her mom dying was one she couldnât escape, so sheâs trying to get ahead of the hurt before it crumbles her like that again)
she loves that macklin doesn't care about her quietness and enjoys listening to him rant on about his day
joining a sorority wasn't something she thought she would do when she got to college but her freshmen roommate encouraged her when she rushed, so she followed along
she immediately fell in love with kappa delta and their values during rush
kd becomes another way for blaire to immerse herself in college life other than figure skating because she knows she needs to have a balance
santa clara university also becomes her "home away from one", especially when she reconciles with mack because he's so close by again
â macklin celebrini
younger brother to aiden and older brother to rj and charlie which makes him a middle child too
he's very close with his brothers because they all look up to one another and support each other with everything they do
birthday is june 13th, 2006!
he's always had a love for hockey living in vancouver for awhile before moving to the states
his dedication shows especially when 2020 hit and him and aiden were consciously making an effort to continue playing and building their skills when nothing else was open
shattuck-st. mary's gave him and aiden a greater opportunity to really build their skills and macklin definitely flourished there
his outgoing nature is what gets him involved with blaire when they meet at school
he likes her perseverance and performance on the ice when he finally catches her one morning practicing by herself
he appreciates how closely she listens to him because he's never had something like that growing upâhaving a person he can call his and whoâs consistently there for him
she becomes something else he can put his time and energy into besides hockey
the whole dating thing is fairly new to him because he didn't really have serious girlfriends until blaire
he's really serious about her
he admires her dedication to figure skating and feels lucky when he's one of the only people she begins sharing really vulnerable and intimate details about her life with him that she's never told anyone else
if anyone is a yapper, it's mack
he never stops talking ever
very much golden retriever energy like will
he teases will and samy nonstop until the script finally flips and they're the ones teasing him when him and blaire get back together
he loves will like a brother and loves samy like another sister
samy's someone mack starts going to for relationship advice in the beginning of his and blaire's new relationship because he doesn't wanna do anything wrong this time around
â quick author's note:
a really, really big thank you to everyone in my inbox who helped me bring this to life!! i'm so glad you all like my writing and characters so much that you want another au from me! it really means a lot, so here it is!! i changed a few minor details from what we discussed, but it's all here! say hello to blaire and macklin coming into the samy + will universe :))
#figure skater x macklin celebrini au#blaire x macklin#macklin celebrini#mack celly#mack celebrini#macklin celly#mc71#macklin celebrini 71#macklin celebrini blurb#macklin celebrini fic#macklin celebrini imagine#san jose sharks#sjs#sj sharks#boston university#chicago steel#ushl#nhl#nhl fic#nhl hockey#nhl blurb#nhl imagine#macklin celebrini au#macklin celebrini fluff#nhl players#santa clara university#figure skating#bu hockey#bu terriers#blaire stevenson
24 notes
·
View notes
Text
WIP Wednesday
When is the last time Nerdie did one of these? Technically Sunday, but that was a few days ago, we got new old stuff! đ€ Nerdie is in her fluff and fantasy era it seems. The water is cool but she's adjusting and could use a rum punch or mojito.
From chapter 6 of Weddings 101 with Dieter that is still in progress:
Hanri knocked on Oscarâs hotel room door, heâd done as his boss asked and felt horrible about it. He was dropping off his bossâ usual order of tequila and three bags of hot Cheetos that he likes to eat in the evening. He had been propositioned by Vanessa and happily agreed to get her in the hotel and a private meeting with Mr. Issac. After getting her in, he left her to it and headed back to his room with his money. Oscar heard the door and called for the young man to bring him his snack.
I have made Oscar Issac into a villain, I'm fine with it. I honestly think the real Oscar would find it hilarious because this 'evil' Oscar does as many random things as Dieter does. He'd have a ball and the blooper reel between the two of them would be insane. This Dieter fic is purely for my amusement. All my fics are, but I write this one when I need a hard laugh. đ It has itâs moments but is just ridiculous and I love that, just silly.
Second from part 4 of Our Journey Across the Star Ocean:
Your breastplate was purple, but your pauldrons, vambraces and leg armor were all silver like Dinâs. Nodding after assisting you to put them on, The Armorer clapped. âYou look ever more like a warrior, dear girl. Djarin should train you further in hand to hand combat, not just with your blaster. Tell him this, yes?â The small gold wrench was moved to the right instead of being on the left where it had been. A circular depression remained on the left side.
I just wanna be sweet with our Mandalorian okay? And also make him very anxious, I may need to do some introspection on that one. đ«Ą Iâll also write smut eventually for him again. I just havenât had the right motivation to do so and none of the words seem right. Bah đ
Lastly is my untitled Pero x Dragon fic. I've had a few people beta it and I think the first chapter is good, working on the second. Maybe by then it will have a title? And Pero is...well Pero is fine but worse for wear?
The mercenary grinned and licked his bottom lip, âI would say you are the one with base instincts you reptile. Pinning a man like this when speaking of desires only leads to one outcome. Whatever great being youâre supposed to be and not aware of what human men think of when a woman has her legs open in front of him.â Was he really interested? Mildly, he hadnât been to the brothel for a warm cunt since before this latest job. Pero was trying to unnerve her since she was acting âmightier than thou.â He hated those types, looking down on everyone. She is literally looking down at him though. âYou disgusting ingrate. You will not move me Pero.â Pressing the soles of her feet into his forearms, she squinted her eyes. âI am called Calista. You will show proper reverence to a dragon! Should count yourself blessed to even meet me, let alone be essence bonded with me.â
Did I not say that Pero would antagonize an angel, demons, monsters or gods? He would, laugh about it and find a way to kill it and earn more coin. He stays alive, is about his coins and friends, in that order. I figured I would try not only a fantasy fic, but also enemies to lovers? I haven't done that one too much or at least on Tumblr I think. Or maybe on A03 and in my WIPs but those are hidden deep. đ€Ł
Let me know what you all think. đ„°
NPT: @fhatbhabiee @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @inept-the-magnificent @secretelephanttattoo
@rhoorl @mysterious-moonstruck-musings @grogusmum @djarinmuse @maggiemayhemnj
@trulybetty @lotusbxtch @604to647 @connectioneverywhere
#wip wednesday#wip game#Nerdie cut down on her wips#maybe they're like two or three more in the background#pedro pascal characters#pedro pascal fanfiction#din djarin#dieter bravo#the mandalorian#Oscar issac#pero tovar#dragon#fanfiction
16 notes
·
View notes
Text
Dolly II
~ part 2 of the Dolly series
pairing: seungmin x afab!reader
genre: smut, college au
synopsis: your friends found it funny to buy you a sex doll and pose it in your bed to prank you.
wc: 7.7k
warnings: alcohol, thigh riding, handjob, cum tasting, unprotected sex, hand kink, nipple play, creampie, mentions of crying, choking, edging, spanking, hair pulling, pussy slap, oral(m), fingering
a/n: thank you @jehhskz for helping with the premise of this oneđ„čđ
~ maybe you'd like: Hyunjin dolly
~ divider by @bunnysrph
Another sleepless night.
Staring at your laptop screen, the letters start blurring and bleeding into one another, making the headache behind your eyes throb even more.
Exam after exam, you're becoming more jaded, feeling like you're high out of your mind when it's just lack of sleep.
As you scroll through a page you're researching for your paper, an advert pops out.
"Sex dolls?" you chuckle and click on it, even if it looks a bit shady.
You're taken to a stylish site, black background with big neon green letters asking you "What's your vibe for today?", and you scoff.
"Try dead inside." you say out loud and the letters flicker before disappearing, new text appearing on the screen, making you gasp.
"Feeling sarcastic, are we?" - it says and you shriek, quickly exiting the site and deleting the history.
How the fuck did it hear you?
Did they hack your laptop?
You hoped not, because being a broke student means you have no resources to buy a new one.
With a groan, you continue doing your assignments well into the late hours, forgetting completely about the sex dolls and the freaky website.
You fall asleep, excited about the party you were invited to this weekend, to finally have some way to blow off steam and relax.
-
The room is totally spinning.
You are totally spinning.
You can hear your friends laugh on your left but your tiredness coupled with the alcohol you had in your system made you feel drowsy.
You're not sure but it seems that your friends are pointing at you and whispering, giggles leaving their lips and you frown.
They're known for pulling pranks on you, and you'd hoped they would at least leave you be when you're intoxicated and vunerable.
"What?" you almost bark at them.
"Nothing." one of them says with a snicker.
"Ugh. I'm leaving." you stand up quickly, which was a mistake as all the blood rushes through your system and the room starts spinning faster.
Your friend and roommate Edie, is quick to grab you before you face plant into the coffee table.
"I'm coming with ya. Don't want you to break your bones somewhere on the way home." she shakes her head and you nod, bidding goodbye to your other friends and letting her lead you out.
The walk to your shared apartment is short, the house of the guy who hosted the party wasn't too far away from your building or the campus.
The chilly evening air helps you refresh your mind and sober up a little.
"Are you gonna eat dinner?" Edie asks when you step into the apartment.
"No, I think I'm just gonna go shower and sleep." you say and she nods.
Before you left the kitchen, you swore you could see her smirk a little.
Shrugging, you make your way to your room.
Edie stops what she was doing, setting the plate down as she listens.
One, two, three...
And you scream, followed by a few thuds and curses.
"What the fuck?!" you grab the nearest book but the man on your bed doesn't even move or blink.
Edie giggles behind you, before it bubbles up and becomes full on laughter.
"What is this?" you demand, already annoyed at her.
"That is Seungmin, your sex doll."
"My what?" you almost choke on your spit.
"We were gonna scare you and prank you with him but we thought he would also be a good early birthday present. Since you know, you only ever study and stay at the apartment. This way, you can have him as a companion." she explains, and you lower the book you were gonna hit her with.
"Please, don't be mad at us." she grimaces.
"Why does he look alive?" you look back at the doll, gulping as shivers run up your spine.
"I don't know, it's some new technology, I guess. Isn't it so cool though? There was a letter in the box he came in with. I put it there on the nightstand, together with the manual." Edie informs you.
"Y'all are crazy and he's creepy. But, thank you? It must've been expensive." you shake your head.
"Well, the six of us got some money together."
"Still, crazy." you chuckle and she laughs.
"I'll leave you to it." she wiggles her eyebrows, closing the door of your room as she makes her way back to the kitchen.
You bite on your lip, observing the doll as it stares off into space.
"You're too creepy and you're not watching me change." you mumble and grab your blanket, throwing it over the dolls head.
"There." you say and strip, loving the perk of this apartment as both you and Edie had your own bathroom attached to your room.
You go about your night routine, now almost completely sober as you make your way back to your room.
You almost forgot about the doll, your heart dropping in your stomach for a moment.
"Fuck." you chuckle at yourself, your hand on your chest.
Cautiously, you sit next to the doll and remove the blanket.
He looks the same as he did before, as your friends presumably set him up, propping him up on your pillows, his legs straight and his hands in his lap.
He was dressed kind of sporty but chic, with a plain white shirt, a blue jersey jacket and ripped jeans, a dainty silver necklace adorning his neck.
Simple, yet effective, the doll looked more handsome the more you looked at it.
His hair looked fluffy, his eyes seemed warm, his lips soft.
You especially liked his hands, delicate and tender.
He looked sweet, if he was a real human being you're 100% sure everyone would swoon for him on the campus and he'd probably be the it boy.
You wondered how he looked so real, it almost seemed as if he was going to wake up any second and start talking to you.
You sigh and grab the letter, opening it up.
Hello,
my name is Seungmin and I am your mischiveous doll.
I love making you laugh and teasing you, because nothing makes me as happy as seeing your smile or your cute face when you're annoyed.
Please, play with me a lot as I tend to get bored, and no matter what you do with me, always end it with a kiss on my forehead.
Hope you come to love me as much as I already love you.
"Oh, you're a little prankster doll, aren't you? How funny of my friends." you sigh with a smirk playing on your face.
"I swear if you fucking move, you're flying out the window." you threaten, convinced you could see a faint smirk on the doll's face.
A paper sticking out of his jersey pocket grabs your attention and you take it out.
My cutie!
I got dressed for our first date!
Hopefully you like the outfit I chose, and enjoy playing with me tonight.
"First date? Who the heck made this?" you're perplexed, when suddenly you remember the ad from the other day.
"Oh my god." you jump up quickly, running to your laptop and searching.
You don't have to search too long as the site pops up immediately and you click on it.
"Wow!" you gasp as you look at the selection of the dolls.
You had no idea each one was a unique model, and that only one of them was made for some kind of experiment with new technology.
You turn to look back at Seungmin and chuckle.
"Okay, I gotta give it to my friends. They did give me a unique gift." you sigh.
Reading back over the site, there isn't much information and as you research a little bit, you can't find out much about the company that made the dolls.
It was as if it appeared out of thin air with technology so advanced that it had you confused, who could've made this and how?
Maybe even more important, why?
After turning up with nothing, you decide to check out the manual.
WARNING!
If there are any malfunctions with any part of the doll, please contact our services.
The doll can bathe in water except the charger opening.
Please do not disfigure or mutilate the doll.
Do not throw the doll into the trash.
Do not break, cut or bruise the doll.
If you're not satisfied, you can always return it to us and get your money back.
If you've purchased our Seungmin doll, do not forget to play with him as he can get lonely and sad.
Hope you enjoy the playful soul you chose!
"Lonely and sad, huh?" you stare at the doll with pursed lips.
Turning a few pages, the doll's 'abilites' come into view and you feel your ears burning in embarassment before you close the book quickly, tossing it aside.
"My friends are a bunch of perverts." you chuckle, laying down next to the doll.
"You better keep your hands to yourself, doll." you slide under your blanket, all the tiredness from tonight finally catching up with you.
Seungmin sits quietly as you turn off the light.
Waking up the next morning with a yawn, you stretch and your hand smacks into something solid.
Gasping, you lift up and see the doll sitting quietly just like he did last night.
"I forgot about you." you exhale before plopping back down in your pillows.
Curiously, your eyes travel over the doll's frame.
It's dead quiet in the apartment, meaning that Edie probably already left for her classes and you sit up, turning your attention to Seungmin.
Tentatively, you reach out your hand and poke the doll's cheek.
"Oh, wow!" you exclaim, poking him again. "You feel real."
Slowly, your fingertips caress his cheek, before you start carding them through his hair.
"Honestly though, my friends do know my type. If you were a real guy, I would stare at you from the distance and wait for you to ask me out." you chuckle a little before shaking your head as you retract your hand.
"I'm talking to myself." you get up and decide to get ready for your classes, leaving the doll be.
You feel like you're being watched the whole time as you rush through your room to gather your things, and an uncomfortable shiver runs up your spine, making the hairs on the back of your neck stand.
"Alright. You're creeping me out again." you throw the blanket over the doll like you did yesterday, and then you get ready.
"Behave. I think." you tilt your head and then exhale with a chuckle as you leave your bedroom, leaving Seungmin alone under the blanket.
-
It's past 5pm when you finally step foot back into your apartment.
You call out to Edie but it seems she wasn't home.
Shrugging, you enter your bedroom to find Seungmin still covered up with the blanket.
"Damn. Okay, you didn't come to life." you toss your bag down and make your way to the doll.
"I left you alone for a long time, didn't I?" you say as you remove the blanket and lean in closer to take a look at Seungmin's face.
For some reason, you think he might be frowning.
"Hey, I have real life things to do. Don't frown at me like that."
The doll is quiet.
"You want me to play with you? What does that even entail? Are we playing or are we playing? Because I'm not doing any of that weird shit." you wave your finger at the unmoving doll, realizing you're probably crazy for even talking to it.
"I'll think of something after dinner." you mutter to yourself.
After a much needed shower, you make your way to the kitchen to eat some dinner.
As you're eating, you suddenly hear what sounds like a giggle.
It feels like your heart stops beating for a moment as you sit up straight and listen.
It's quiet, except the music playing from your phone.
Maybe it was just in your mind.
Yeah, probably.
Edie arrives home shortly after, giving you a shit eating grin.
"So, did you try out the doll?" she wiggles her eyebrows at you.
"No. I don't know, it feels weird... and wrong." you grimace and your friend laughs.
"If you don't want him, let me give it a go." she winks and you laugh.
"Seungmin is my gift, okay? Don't touch him." you wave your finger and she snickers.
"Feeling territorial, are we?"
"N-no!" you blush instantly.
"Don't worry, y/n. I won't touch your little boyfriend."
"He's not my boyfriend! He's not even alive!" you yell after her as she giggles all the way to her room.
You sigh and make your way to your room too.
"Alright. I don't know what you mean by playing but I'm too tired to do anything. Maybe a movie?" you talk to the doll.
As you get no answer, you decide to just get ready for bed and grab your laptop.
You make yourself comfy under the blanket, your eyes turning to look at Seungmin.
"Ah. I'm probably crazy but I do need a few cuddles." you shrug as you sit up, your laptop on the side.
Pursing your lips, you slowly take off his jacket and put it aside.
"Oh wow." you gasp as you notice the little hairs on his arms, moles here and there, as if it's real skin.
You touch his arm, it's smooth and soft... comforting, even.
Your hand runs down to his and you grab it, your fingers entwined with his.
For some reason, you crave touch even more now so you adjust him to lay down and make him comfy on the pillows before you grab your laptop and put it on his stomach.
You lean your head on his chest, putting his arm around you as you search for a movie.
"If anyone sees me like this, I would die of embarassment." you sigh as you press play on a random movie.
Even though Seungmin's skin feels real, and he feels somewhat warm, it's quiet when your ear presses against his chest, there is no heartbeat to lull you to sleep.
It weirds you out but at the same time it's comforting to have someone next to you.
Oh no.
Your favorite shirt is gone.
You rummage through your whole wardrobe, knowing it's surely where you left it last time.
Edie probably took it, you think and stomp your way to her room after you close the wardrobe with a thud.
You miss the little smirk on Seungmin's face and the way his eyes followed you to the door before stilling again.
"Edie! Where is my favorite shirt? The red one with the yellow sun? I told you to ask if you wanna borrow stuff!"
"What? I never took that shirt. It's ugly anyways."
"Girl, don't call my favorite shirt ugly." you whine while she giggles.
"Sorry, I don't wanna hurt the shirt's feelings." she puts her arms up in fake surrender and you roll your eyes at her.
Coming back to your room, you're stopped in your tracks as you notice the shirt thrown over Seungmin's thighs.
You stand and stare at him quietly, your mind trying to process this because you know for a fact that it wasn't there before.
Slowly making your way to him, you narrow your eyes as you snatch your shirt away from him.
"Is this how you wanna play? Seungmin, the mischievous doll?" you raise your eyebrow.
He seems to be smiling slightly at your sarcastic tone.
"We'll talk about this later." you threaten and run to your bathroom to get ready for classes.
It was only the beginning.
A few weeks have passed since your friends got you Seungmin, and by now you kind of got used to him.
You couldn't really fall asleep unless you were hugging him and every morning when you opened your eyes you would give him a soft kiss to his forehead, just what the letter asked.
You were convinced that there was more to Seungmin though, as your things would disappear or be moved around, only to reappear later, making you frustrated at his playful antics.
Edie was bugging you constantly about using the doll for its actual purposes and one stressful weekend of studying before exam season was all you needed to snap and find a way to let out your frustrations.
Exhaling loudly, you turned to look at Seungmin, your fingers tangled in your hair and pulling in frustration.
It must be 3am by now, you think and decide to get up and take a hot shower.
Luckily, Edie was away, visiting her boyfriend so you had the apartment all to yourself and could make as much noise as you wanted to.
In your tired daze, coupled with the hot water on your skin, you felt a familiar throb in your core.
Your fingers danced on your skin, going lower until you stopped and gasped.
Seungmin.
Maybe it was time to try the doll's abilities.
After you finish rinsing off, you wrapped a towel around yourself and made your way to your room.
Seungmin is propped on your bed in his shirt and boxers, you stripped him a few days before, wanting to be more comfortable when you hold him, the stiff jeans fabric annoying you while you sleep.
"Well. It's just us, I guess." you say as you stand in front of him.
"Fuck it." you let the towel slide down to the floor, your eyes following it and not noticing the spark lighting up in Seungmin's gaze.
"Well, it's not fair that you're dressed." you pout and make your way to your doll, stripping his shirt first and biting your lip as your eyes roam all over his chest and stomach.
You slide his boxers off next, his semi-hard cock popping out and you gasp, did he get hard just from you being naked? If so, how?
Completely flabbergasted, you stared at him.
He never looked more real than in this moment and you felt your arousal gather on your pussy and coat your inner thighs.
"I must be ovulating." you chuckle at yourself and straddle the doll's thigh.
His muscles were firm under your wet pussy and you whined, slowly fucking yourself against Seungmin's thigh.
His cock seemed to react strongly to this, growing, the tip becoming red and angry and your eyes flutter as you practically drool at the sight of his length.
You wrap your hand around him and whimper when you feel his heaviness in your hand, and the warmth radiating off of him, how he twitches against you, beads of pre-cum appearing at his tip.
You don't even want to analyze and think how they made him this real, in this moment all you want is to play with him and find some relief for yourself.
You squeeze his cock a little before giving him a few languid strokes.
"Ah, fuck!" you moan, riding his thigh, your wet pussy leaving trails of arousal on his skin.
You lean in closer and press your lips to his neck, kissing his skin and inhaling his scent that mixed with yours from so many days of just cuddling him.
Seungmin's fingers twitch next to him but you don't notice as your lips dance on his skin, kissing him, your tongue darting out to taste him, your teeth grazing against his nipples.
This seems to make his cock even harder and you smirk, your hand playing with his nipple as you jerk him off faster, still riding his thigh and bringing yourself closer to your release.
You read the manual before, and you know his nipples are sensitive, the more you play with them, the closer he gets to cumming.
You decide to be evil and bring the doll to the edge, before retracting your hands and giggling as you grind on his thigh faster.
"Ah, Seungmin!" you moan out as you bounce on him, and his eyes fall down to your tits bouncing in his face, but again you don't notice since your head is thrown back in full ecstasy as you cum all over his thigh.
"Mm. So good." you whine, needing more, so you throw your leg over him, grabbing his cock and sliding down on his length in one go.
"Ah, you're so big baby." you coo at Seungmin and start bouncing on him, his cock filling you up deliciously and hitting every spot inside you perfectly.
"You like my tits, hm?" you notice that they're right in front of him so you grab his head and smush his face into your chest as you continue fucking on him.
You lean back to look at his face and you swear there's something in his eyes as you hold his cheeks in your palms and slow your hips.
"You're enjoying, aren't you?" you whisper and lean in to kiss the doll, his lips moving with yours as if he's kissing you back and you almost get lost in him.
Gently taking his hands in yours, you kiss his fingers, licking and sucking on them as you gyrate your hips against him.
"I love your hands." you mumble against him, taking two of his fingers in your mouth and sucking on them, staring intently at the doll's face.
You can feel his cock twitch inside you as you clench around him, working his fingers deep in your hot mouth, holding his other hand on your breast.
There's definitely something in his eyes, you note as you bring yourself closer to your high.
You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing with your whole being he would wake up and touch you everywhere, his hands burning imprints on you, wrapping around your neck, pulling on your hair, spanking you, marking you as his.
With that, you moan loudly, your pussy gripping his cock before you spill your juices all over his length, riding out your high, your fingers on his nipples, pinching and pulling.
"You wanna cum, Seungminnie?" you coo at him. "You pleased me well, you can cum." you add with a particularly strong pinch and it's like he heard you, his cock twitching inside you before he exploded, spurts of hot cum filling you up deeply.
"Ah!" you moan at the feeling, your eyes rolling back as you wrap your arms around him.
After taking some time to calm down, you grab Seungmin's face and press a sweet kiss to his forehead.
"I'm glad you're here, dolly." you whisper.
Exam season was riding you hard, coupled with essays and projects you had due, you felt extremely stressed.
You were barely eating and sleeping, the only light in your life was your dolly, Seungmin.
All of your friends were in the same predicament as you, so none of them had the time or the will to hang out.
It was like a struggle happening between you and all your obligations, and you were losing the battle.
Just one more paragraph, you thought as your tired fingers ran across the keyboard, your eyes bloodshot and hair a mess, your entire body stiff with stress.
You felt worn out but every now and then you would glance back at the bed and a small smile would spread on your face upon seeing Seungmin waiting for you there.
A few days ago, you had come home to find little hearts drawn in your notebook, knowing it had to be Seungmin since Edie wasn't home then and couldn't possibly be pranking you.
Maybe you wouldn't admit it to your friends but you loved Seungmin, even if he was just a doll.
For the few months you had him, you had grown attached to him; you talked to him about your innermost thoughts and feelings instead of writing them down in your diary.
You always watched movies with him, and after the movie ended you would play with him, exploring his body and wishing he could do the same to you.
You know it's probably crazy, but to you Seungmin is alive, and seeing those heart doodles only confirmed that there was more to him than you initially thought.
And you were right.
Breaking down into tears of frustration that night, you crawled into bed a sobbing mess, your arms wrapping around Seungmin instictively, holding him tightly as you cried into his neck.
You fell into a deep slumber while Seungmin listened to you cry yourself to sleep, your tears soaking up his shirt.
He couldn't stand it, his heart began to beat erratically as he started taking in shallow breaths, his hand gripping at the sheet below him as he tried to gasp for breath.
He shivered against you, his eyes were wide and trained on the ceiling above him as he slowly got his heartbeat and breathing steady.
Miraculously, you didn't feel a thing and kept sleeping as he slowly came to his senses.
The first thing Seungmin felt inside his body was thirst and hunger, his stomach growling, making him feel dizzy as he clutched onto you.
I need to get up!, he thought to himself before slowly rolling out of your hold and falling down on the floor with a thud.
"Ow." he muttered and his head popped up to check on you but you were still fast asleep.
A sad smile spread on his face, you were so exhausted and it hurt him.
Seungmin gathered all his strength as he staggered to the kitchen, drinking a few glasses of water, only feeling a bit more normal after that.
He rummaged through the cabinets, having watched you cook multiple times, he knew where everything was.
Deciding it was fastest to make some instant ramen, he did just that, almost burning himself in the process.
He was so hungry he couldn't think straight, he had no idea what was happening, who exactly he was even though little snippets of memories were running through his mind, he couldn't remember anything clearly except the memories he shared with you.
Seungmin didn't have answers to any of his questions, but there was only one thing he was sure about.
He loves you.
So, after he finished eating, Seungmin sat down in your room, opened up your laptop and worked all night tirelessly to finish up your essay and project.
He was going to make sure you get your much needed rest while he helps you pass your exams.
-
Slowly waking up in the morning, your hands instantly reached out for Seungmin.
With your eyes closed, you started moving your hand around your mattress only to realize that it's empty.
You freeze, dread washing over you before you open your eyes, blinking and looking around the room.
"Oh my god!" you all but scream when you see Seungmin, your Seungmin, the doll, sitting at your table, his upper body leaned on it as he sleeps.
You can hear and see that he's breathing and you don't know how to react, frozen in complete shock.
Quietly, you get up, tippy-toeing your way to him, you lean down to look at his face.
He looks adorable, his face smushed against your papers, his hand on the keyboard of your laptop and the other in his lap.
His eyes move under his eyelids, pretty lashes caressing his skin, his body rising with the breaths he's taking in.
"S-Seungmin?" you place your hand on his upper back, your fingers twitching a little.
"Hm." he hums a little and you chuckle.
You're supposed to feel scared, mortified even; but you feel giddy to finally see him look at you, talk to you, touch you.
"Minnie?" you try again, fingers playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.
His eyes flutter open, and he's confused for a second before his eyes widen at the sight of you.
"Y/n!" he exclaims, sitting up suddenly.
"You're alive. How?" you ask as you observe him.
"I- I woke up last night. I saw how you were struggling, how exhausted you were and I couldn't take it anymore."
"You saw... everything?" your heart beats faster.
"Y-yes." Seungmin nods, the tips of his ears becoming red. "It was as if I was in a state of sleep paralysis, and kept fighting to wake up."
"So you heard everything I said, felt everything I did?" you ask, for some reason the knowledge that Seungmin was actually present during every time you played with him, made you squeeze your thighs together and he noticed, the redness from his ears spreading to his neck.
"Yes." he says and you laugh in disbelief.
"This is insane! Wait, what are you doing at my table?" you remember suddenly and he chuckles awkwardly, playing with the end of his shirt.
"I- uhm... I finished your essay and project. Don't worry, I didn't fuck anything up! I worked on it as if it was you." he says and suddenly your eyes water.
"Minnie. You're so sweet. I'm so happy you came to life." you throw your arms around him and he gasps, his heart jumping in his chest.
He can't believe you didn't freak out and turn away.
Not only that you didn't turn away, you sat in his lap as he tentatively put his arms around you.
You held him tighter, making him melt into you.
Leaning back, you grabbed his face and started kissing him.
"Y/n, wait- you're not freaking out?" he stops you suddenly, an insecure look in his eyes as he observes your face.
"No, I knew you were alive. You hid my stuff and played pranks on me the whole time." you narrow your eyes at him and Seungmin chuckles awkwardly.
"Oops?" he grimaces and you laugh.
"Make it up to me, please." you whisper against his lips and Seungmin can't deny you.
He presses his lips on yours, his hands on your lower back, bringing you closer to him and making you grind against his lap.
Your nails dig into his shoulders when you feel him grow under you, and you can't help it as you start grinding against him.
All the times you played with him, you wished he'd wake up and just take you, and here he was now.
"Please, Minnie. I need you so bad." you moan and Seungmin smirks against your lips, his hands sliding down to grip your ass as he pushes his tongue inside your mouth at the same time.
He swallows all the sounds you make, his tongue exploring every inch of you as he lifts his hand and smacks your ass.
You jolt a little, pressing against him harder, feeling his cock twitching against your wet core.
Seungmin gets impatient, his hands grip the back of your thighs and he lifts you up, carrying you to your bed as you clutch onto him.
"I fantasized about this so much." you gasp breathlessly as he kneels between your legs, grabbing your ankles and pushing your knees to your chest.
"About what exactly? Tell me what you need, y/n." Seungmin's eyes are dark and filled with lust.
You shiver, biting on your lip as you feel more arousal soak your panties.
"I want you to be rough with me, please. Just do whatever you want." you whimper making him smirk.
"Anything you need, darling." Seungmin leans down closer to you, pressing his lips on yours hard and forcing his tongue in as his hand comes up to grip your throat.
The sound that comes out of you and travels into him, makes him grow impossibly hard in his boxers.
He squeezes your throat a little as he kisses you hard, taking your breath away and you dig your nails in his arm, your middle lifting up towards his and brushing against his hard member.
Seungmin presses down on you, slowly grinding against your wet panties as he leans back and grips your throat harder.
Your eyes flutter as you completely give into him, his gaze is fixed on you and how you're so willingly letting him hold your life in his hand.
When he releases you, you gasp for breath and grab at him.
"Fuck me, please Seungmin!" you groan and he slides your panties down as you rip your shirt off fast.
He chuckles at your eagerness, getting rid of his clothes too.
He presses his lips on your neck, his pretty hands exploring your body just how you wanted him to, fingers playing with your nipples, running over the dips and valleys of you.
Your whole body is on fire, your core is throbbing to be touched and it's like he senses it, his hand sliding between your legs to cup your pussy.
"S-Seungmin!" you whimper as he starts sliding his fingers on your wet folds, brining them up to your clit and pressing into it.
"Is this all mine?" he smirks darkly at you, torturing your sensitive clit, his other hand worshipping your breasts.
"Yes, all yours!" you moan as he slaps your pussy, a wave of arousal rushing through you.
"Please!" you beg, your hands gripping at the sheets beneath you.
"I love when you beg like that." Seungmin says, pushing his fingers inside you and you whimper as your pussy sucks them in eagerly.
"You always did what you wanted with me. Not that I mind that, but it's my turn now." he smirks, finding that gummy spot inside you and fucking slowly into it.
"Mm..." you moan as he pinches your nipples, teasing you with slow moves.
He speeds up, only to slow down again, driving you insane as your body yearns for release.
"P-please, let me cum." you whimper and Seungmin chuckles, withdrawing his fingers from you.
All those times you edged him were coming back to bite you in the ass as he decided to take his sweet time with you before giving you what you want.
You whine but before you can protest more, you feel the tip of his cock pressing against you, running over your folds and teasing your clit.
You're a moaning mess as he slowly pushes in, only the tip breaching your hot cunt.
You wait for more but realize with despair that he is going to tease you until the very end as he starts fucking you only with the tip of his pretty cock.
"Oh my god! Please!" you whine.
"Be quiet and take it." he says, his hand wrapping around your throat once more, squeezing as his tip goes in and out of you, then runs over your folds, smearing your arousal everywhere, playing with your tortured clit.
You give in, spreading your legs more as you hold them open for him while he tortures you.
"That's it. My good girl." Seungmin praises you and you whimper as he lets go of your neck.
You're about to beg for more but Seungmin leans back before grabbing you and turning you around on all fours.
"Oh!" you exclaim as he spreads your legs with his.
"I know what you want, darling." he chuckles lowly behind you before pushing into you harshly, making you take his entire length in one thrust.
"Ah!" you whimper as your pussy clenches around him immediately, not wanting to let him go.
Seungmin grunts, spanking you fast and hard a few times before he grabs your hips and starts fucking into you with an unforgiving pace.
You gasp for air as your grab the headboard, making the bed shake with the movement of your bodies.
His hand tangles in your hair and he pulls as you cry out, not being able to hold it in anymore, you cream around his cock and his eyes roll back, his hips stuttering as he releases inside you, filling you up with his hot load.
"Oh my god." you whimper, collapsing down as both of you breathe hard and he wraps his arms around you.
"That's what you fantasized about, hm?" he whispers, lips brushing against your ear.
"Y-yes." you say, breathless.
Both of you are quiet for some time before you face each other, breaking into shy smiles.
"I love you, Seungmin." your hand is on his cheek, and then in his soft hair as you caress him.
"I love you so much, y/n. What I feel for you woke me up, because I couldn't stand just watching you go through all the stress alone." he says as you hold each other.
"I wasn't alone, you were always there." you retort with a smile.
Something more gentle settles between you, and the two of you cuddle quietly, enjoying in each other's presence.
You stay like that for some time before you decide to clean up and eat breakfast.
Walking into the kitchen, you don't even notice Edie who turns around and upon seeing you walking in with Seungmin, she shrieks, taking a step back as her face morphs into a look of shock.
"What the fuck?!"
"Calm down, Edie." you chuckle.
"Calm down?! He's - he's alive! How?!" she keeps freaking out.
"I woke up-"
"He talks!" Edie interrupts him and you start laughing.
"Oh my god, Edie. No, we don't know how he woke up either and how he's alive." you say with a chuckle.
"Do you remember anything, Minnie?" you turn to Seungmin and he seems to blush at the nickname, fiddling with his fingers as if he didn't just rail you in the bedroom thirty minutes ago.
"Snippets. I remember this cold place, some kind of droning sound. Water too, maybe? And there were others. But I can't remember their faces at all. I just know they were there."
"Others?" Edie purses her lips and then grabs her laptop hurriedly.
"Them?" she types quickly before turning the laptop towards the two of you, the familiar site presenting the sex dolls on her screen.
Seungmin gasps, his lips trembling.
"T-that... that's them! They were there with me. In the cold room." Seungmin suddenly hugs himself and you can see he's becoming distressed.
Quickly, you reach towards the laptop, closing it and putting your arms around him.
"It's okay, take a deep breath." you say softly as you caress him.
"How about we finish our exams this week and then all of us try to find out what actually happened to you, Seungmin?" Edie offers and he nods.
"I'd like that." he says. "Just... I never want to go back there. I don't know why but it feels horrifying."
"Don't worry, I won't let anyone take you away from me." you smile at him, kissing his cheek gently.
Your exam and presentation week pass by smoothly, with the constant help and support of Seungmin, everything was easier.
He insisted on sharing your burdens, always reminding you to take care of yourself, preparing you warm meals while you studied and listening to you yap about what you learned for practice.
Your friend group all came to see Seungmin and they adored his personality instantly since he was a little shy with them but clearly adored you, they congratulated themselves for finding the perfect guy for you.
As the week came to an end, after a good night's sleep and a warm breakfast, Seungmin, Edie and you sat on your living room floor with your laptops, the manual and Seungmin's letter.
All three of you went through the letter and manual multiple times, like some new information would appear and help you understand where Seungmin came from, how did he suddenly come to life, why did the usb opening disappear when he woke up, why can't he remember anything.
The site wasn't much help either, it only had pictures of the dolls, info about them written in a similar fashion as Seungmin's manual was.
Nothing about the company except that they had advanced technology they were proud of testing.
After hours of research, you came up with a big fat nothing.
"I can't believe there's nothing on the net about this company!" Edie threw her hands up in frustration.
"There's something fishy about all of this." you let out a sigh as Seungmin looks at you.
"I'm really trying hard to remember more." he says.
"I know you are." you smile at him, caressing his face. "How about we take a break?"
"Sounds good to me. I'm meeting my lover for lunch anyways." Edie smiles.
"Hey, thank you so much for helping, Edie." you smile at her and she chuckles.
"Of course! What are friends for!" she exclaims with a giggle.
-
"I want to thank you for everything you've done for me." you whisper while you and Seungmin cuddle.
He smiles as you lift up before burying your face in his neck and kissing his soft skin.
"It was my pleasure." Seungmin takes in a shaky breath as your tongue darts out to lick at his sensitive spot before you sink your teeth into it.
"Y/n." he whimpers, grabbing at you.
"And it will be my pleasure to show you how grateful I am." you smirk at him, his eyes hooded as he observes you.
You lift his shirt up, taking it off and tossing it aside, your lips attaching to his skin instantly.
You leave kisses on his collarbone and chest, your tongue playing with his nipples, teeth grazing the sensitive buds.
Seungmin relaxes, letting you kiss his stomach, all the way down to the bulge in his boxers, where you press a kiss to his head.
"Ah, y/n." he whines, lifting up into you.
You only smirk, hooking your fingers in his underwear and pulling it down, watching his cock spring free, pre cum beading at the tip.
You need to taste him, tongue on him immediately before you wrap your lips around the head, sucking on it gently.
"Shit!" Seungmin moans, his hand tangling in your hair and holding you down.
It's clear to you that he's slowly taking control as he lifts his hips up, pushing your head down at the same time and making you take more of his length.
Your eyes flutter, enjoying the way he uses you, fucking up slowly into your mouth and you hold onto his thighs as he grips your hair and pushes in further.
You gag a little when you feel the tip of his cock bullying its way to the back of your throat and your pussy clenches.
You squeeze your thighs, looking for some friction as Seungmin keeps fucking up into you harder and faster.
"Fuck, you're doing so good, baby." he moans, his body trembling for a moment.
You choke on his length but he doesn't let up.
"Just a little more, and then I'll give you my cum." he smirks and you whimper around him, your cunt throbbing.
Your hand sneaks on his inner thigh only to grab his balls, squeezing them and massaging them and Seungmin snaps, his hips jolting as he releases hot spurts of cum inside you.
Your eyes close in pleasure as you swallow, your pussy dripping arousal on your panties.
"Please, Minnie. Please, touch me." you're desperate as you pop off of him and he shushes you, lifting up and laying you down.
He strips you quickly, his lips on your skin, finger on your wet cunt.
"So eager for me, aren't you?" he smirks, dipping just the tips of his fingers inside you.
"Y-yes, ah!" you whimper when he flicks your sensitive clit.
"Such a good girl." Seungmin coos at you, plunging two of his fingers inside you, his other hand stimulating your clit as he massages it and pinches occasionally.
Being the little tease that he is, he pulls his fingers out any time you're close to cumming, just to watch you writhe in frustration, your little pussy clenching around nothing.
He doesn't let you cum until he's reduced you to a crying, shaking mess and by that time you are so fucked out that you can't even speak.
You clench around his fingers before exploding all over his hand, squirting as his dark eyes observe you.
When he retracts his fingers, you grip his wrist, bringing his hand to your mouth as you swirl your tongue around them, cleaning them up and sucking on the digits.
"F-fuck." Seungmin whines.
Before he can lean down to kiss you, your phone starts ringing.
"Let it." he begs.
"It's Edie." you say quickly, ignoring the throbbing in your core. "Hey." you pick up as Seungmin catches his breath.
"What?! Okay, thanks for the heads up!"
"What's going on?" Seungmin looks at you worriedly and you quickly shake your head, grabbing a few tissues from the nightstand to clean yourself up.
"Edie and her boyfriend were in a diner and saw the news on tv, you were on it, and the other dolls. The company said that all the dolls have some kind of malfunction and that they're taking them back-"
"They wanna take me away from you?" Seungmin's lower lip trembles.
"You know I won't let that happen." you say as you open your laptop, typing in the site.
"It's gone!" you exclaim, the only thing that's popping up when you type the url in, is an error message.
"Shit, they're gonna come for me! I can't be here. I- I need to leave." Seungmin starts panicking suddenly.
"Seungmin, please, it's gonna be okay. I will-"
"No, y/n. It's too dangerous. It's best if they don't find me here. I don't wanna get you mixed up into anything."
"Minnie, I'm already mixed up into it. Because I love you and I won't let them hurt you." you grab his shaky hands.
"But-"
"No, we will do this together. I'll fight them, I swear. Just promise me you won't leave." you beg, squeezing his hands.
"Fine. I promise. I love you so much, y/n." Seungmin kisses you, the kiss feels like a goodbye to you but you don't want to dwell on it, the hope in your heart is not dying yet.
But, that night when you fall asleep in Seungmin's arms, he breaks his promise.
Having an inkling that whoever created him in the company has a tendency of being cruel, he didn't want you anywhere near that.
With a heavy heart, he looked at your sleeping face, caressing you and pressing his lips to your forehead and then your lips, he whispered his confession of love and disappeared into the night.
As he wondered next to the road, a car rolled closer and Seungmin lifted his thumb.
The car slowed down and when he looked into the passenger's seat window, a reflection of a familiar face stared at him in shock...
~taglist: @moonchild9350 @janepg @velvetmoonlght @hwanghyunjinismybae @jehhskz @porangporangmeong @laylasbunbunny @laughatdanger @jeonginslefthand @sapphirewaves @simpforleeknaur @s3ungm1nxxl0ve @painterhyunjin @starlost-mochi-x @saintcosette @ooshyana @juskz @quokkacidal @chuuyaobsessed @whatdoyouwanttocallmefor @lixies-favorite-cookie @thelostprincessofasgard @linocvp1d @stayjinnie @portgasdbru @lilgothhishhh @selinia86 @felixsbabe @staytinyluva @sadroses98 @katexstay @gnabnahcsworld @hazelbazil @iwannahugchangbin @imperfectlyperfectprincess1 @skzfelixlove @skzjen @syedazarintasnim @geektacularmommom-blog @cookiesnmilfx @kayleefriedchicken @stxt-bby @strykdsstanot8 @hyunjinhwang2018 @binniesbabygirl @hyunjiniretti @linavc @julciaqwerty @salemluvsmusic @diipsy @gwinamsgirlfriend @sofix-hc7 @poptrim @queerpumpkinnn @redlikemysoul @hyunjinslefteyebrow @frehyun @minluvly @highkeyinlovewithhanjisung @sushiinmidnight @rei-reia @thequibbie @sblack91511915 @channiesfavitem @edevotion @leeknowinggg @charlieg1rl @spookwyrdie @estella-novella @alaskaortiga @hyunjinsruinedpainting @lucywindigo @miniverse-zen @sky00ung @rosekpopfanfic @maysoka @pixiiebutt @beaquokka @bookswillfindyouaway @cosmicrecs @seungiee-3 @blrzzz @minniesverse @o-0i @lee-knows-cats @ms-flowergirl @hyunjinhoexxx @lattyjiji @onlyleeknowsss @courtnort455 @qwonyoung23 @oreoqueen @nightmarenyxx @hongtyong @lashaemorow @1810cl
#stray kids x reader#kim seungmin x y/n#skz x reader#skz smut#skz fluff#skz angst#stray kids smut#stray kids fluff#seungmin scenarios#seungmin smut#skz seungmin#seungmin x reader#kim seungmin x reader#seungmin x y/n#kim seungmin fluff#seungmin fluff#seungmin angst#kim seungmin smut#kim seungmin#seungmin#seungmin x you#kim seungmin scenarios#kim seungmin x you#skz scenarios#skz imagines#stray kids
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
Mutual Help | #58
âł đŹđČđ§đšđ©đŹđąđŹ; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires †he calls it mutual help
âą đ©đđąđ«đąđ§đ : jungkook x reader
âą đ đđ§đ«đ: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn
âą đ°đđ«đ§đąđ§đ đŹ: explicit language, suggestive content
âą đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 20.1k+
â  đ©đ«đđŻ. | đąđ§đđđ±Â | đ§đđ±đ âąÂ
The first issue happens shortly after your shenanigans with Jungkook.
Everything has been dealt with regarding your planned and first official vacation. Accommodation, flight tickets, even some of the activities all of you have agreed on. While you had enough time to dwell back into your working life (Jungkook free to some extent), each day has become closer to the D-day.Â
You're not going to lie. You're excited to get out of Seoul â as much as you love the city â and experience some fun memories with your friends. With them, you will have the time of your lives. However, all plans come crashing down with a single message from Jimin.Â
For some reason, his previous planned holiday is canceled by his boss himself. They're low on the employees and there's nothing else that could be done.Â
âMaybe there will be a last minute change but I don't think that's gonna happen. I think I should cancel my flight tickets while I can.â Is what he said through a message.Â
Taehyung was the one who took it the worst. To explain it correctly, Taehyung cursed the shit out of Jimin's boss and how devilish it is of him to ruin the holiday. Holiday without Jimin sounds sad and suddenly, none of it seems as exciting as you once thought.Â
Perhaps the reason behind your sulky mood is the fact that you don't like when something is not going according to plans. Or more like â you're excited about something, already imagining and having a certain vision of things when it suddenly gets ruined. Funnily enough, Jimin is the one who takes it the best. He laughed and joked about it, though he surely does feel a little upset by the sudden changes.Â
Nobody wants their summer holiday to get taken away, especially when he has to be working instead. Jimin insists all of you should go regardless of his absence when the idea of trying to get another date comes to the surface. Though, that's even trickier when three people have to change their already confirmed and planned holidays. There are your co-workers who have scheduled free days too. To say it shortly â it's not easy at all and would bring more trouble than good.Â
Even Jungkook who's his own boss has scheduled photoshoots and overall work. He could possibly cancel it, but that would bring no good to his name and business. Plus, he would lose money obviously.Â
Jimin stays positive and prays that maybe someone from their team will come to the rescue.Â
It's a little more than two weeks before your planned vacation. You're in the middle of folding your freshly washed and dried clothes while Jungkook's humming can be heard in the background. You video-chat him, giving him advice on what clothes to give away to charity. Something he has been doing for a while now.Â
Taehyung would tell him to sell everything and Jimin would tell him to give away everything. You, on the contrary, can reason with him. The piece of clothing he hasn't worn for the last year is good to go, because he will probably never wear it again. It's why you help him with that instead of any of the guys.Â
After that is done, you just casually chat which to be honest, you're glad for. It's not like you haven't done that in a long time, but it feels way more calm than anything you've done for the past few months. It's a nice change compared to your wild thoughts. You just can't bring yourself to dwell on it â because you're going to lose it.Â
âOh found this one just now,â Jungkook says, cutting off your thoughts which is probably for the best.Â
You look at him, his phone propped on his kitchen counter and from the looks of it, you can just imagine the device leaned against his bowl of fruit. He stands with a leather jacket in his arms, showing it off so you could see it better. Little does he know, that article of clothing is not one to be forgotten.Â
âWhat do you think?â
âYou want to give it away?â you almost gasp, hands on your hips with a mouth agape.
âWhy not?â
âBecause it's the legendary jacket, you can't just give it away.â you protest, seeing him blink at you a few times before he bursts out into the cutest fit of laughter.
Teeth on display, nose scrunched along with the ends of his eyes, he laughs. âLegendary jacket? What are you even talking about?â
You pout, rolling your eyes at him.
âIt's just a regular leather jacket. Everyone's got one of these.â
âThat might be true,â you start, Jungkook's eyes wide as he teasingly nods, motioning that he's listening. âBut it looks way too good. Plus, you wear it often, right?â
God, you hope he does. Now is not the time to thirst over him and how fucking good he looks in that stupid jacket, but well⊠that's exactly what's happening right now.
âI haven't worn it in a while, it's too hot for it.â
âSee? You will wear it once it's colder. Keep it.â
Jungkook stares at the jacket for a moment, his eyes glinting and watching the screen where you're currently finishing up folding your clothes. With a tiny smirk, he places the jacket to the side and leans against the counter. His forearms rest on it, head cocking to the side.
âI can't believe Jimin is not going with us.â Jungkook admits, mouth curling into a displaying frown which you immediately mirror without even looking at him.
Sitting on the couch with your phone in your hand, you sigh disappointedly. âDon't even mention it. I'm so upset over that. Honestly, what a stupid boss.â
âIt happens here a lot though.â
âI know,â you whine, âBut still. It ruined our plans and I feel so bad for him. We're gonna have fun and he will have to stay here and work. It won't be a proper vacation without him there. It was supposed to be all of us.â
âJimin wants us to have fun.â he responds with a soft tone, thinking of the stupid situation himself.Â
âIt's not gonna be it when he's not there.â
âIt fucking sucks,â Jungkook sighs. âMaybe he'll be able to join us last minute.â
âI doubt it,â you frown, Jungkook snickering at your pessimistic self as you give him a glare, knowing exactly why he's laughing. âHe would have to get his flight tickets at the last minute, plus his accommodation is already canceled. What if the place we'll stay at won't have any free space?â
âThere's a couch, he could sleep there.â he shrugs.
âNah, flight tickets would be a problem. It's vacation season.â
âOr maybe he will be glad to spend some time with his girlfriend.â
You frown, âNot wanting to pull out Taehyung but he's with her almost all the time.â
âAnd how would you know that?â Jungkook chuckles.
âWell, when he's not working or with us, he's obviously with her.â
Jungkook keeps grinning, not really having any argument because he knows you're right.
âYou sound like Taehyung.â he teases.
âOh fuck off!â You both laugh. âIt's true though.â
âIt is. Can you blame him?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âIf I had a girlfriend I would wanna be with her too.â
You frown at that again, staring at Jungkook on your screen who seems to shrug innocently. âBut Jimin was excited to go to Hawaii.â
âYes,â he says slowly, âI'm just saying that even if he's not going, he would spend time with his girlfriend and he would enjoy it either way. So no need to be too sad for him. He himself isn't too upset with it.â
âMen,â you sigh, âYou all think of pussies.â
âY/N!â Jungkook almost chokes at your honesty.
âWhat? Just sayin',â you mutter, âThis is important, Kook.â
He chuckles, shaking his head. âI was just trying to make you not feel so bad for him. He will be fine. He's a big boy.â
You snicker, âIt's a bummer.â
âI know, but I promise you⊠we will have a good time. Even if it's just three of us.â
âYeah, I know thatââ you mutter, pouting. âJust will miss Jimin there.â
âSpeaking of the devil, he's calling me.â Jungkook says, eyes attached to the top of his screen. âI will just call him after this.â
You cackle.Â
âWhat?â
âNothing, nothing.â
âCome on now,â he groans, âIt's impolite to end a call just like that.â
âJust admit you love talking to me.â
He rolls his eyes, laughing as he keeps grinning at the screen. Your own mouth turning upwards as something within your chest tickles. âI do.âÂ
He admits and that something bursts. You freaking look away with a smile, almost too close to giggling loudly like a freaking teenager. You stop yourself, clearing your throat.Â
âYou should've seen your face,â he suddenly bursts out laughing. âWhat was that? Do I make you flustered, Y/L/N?â
âYou wish, Jeon.â you spit jokingly right away, your senses acting automatically.Â
He suddenly sneezes, loudly and forcingly, your head tilting to the side as he lifts up his gaze, eyes mischievous as a teasing grin makes it onto his face again. âI'm sorry, I'm allergic to your bullshit.â
You gasp loudly, âYou piece of shit. I'll get you back for that, Jeon.â
âYeah, wonder how,â he teases cheekily, âWhy's Jimin still calling me? Wait hold onââ
He grabs his phone, tapping something there as you get another angle of his face.
âThis angle is funny. Too bad I can't see your double-chin. This could be my payback.â you joke, Jungkook clearly too immersed in reading something to pay you his full attention.
You purse your lips. âHello? I'm trying to be funny here.â
His eyes widen, your smile dropping.
âKook?â
âHoly shit,â
âWhat?â
âFuck, fuck,â He stands up, almost dropping his phone. âJimin just texted meâTaehyung is in the hospital.â
âWhat?!â You yell, standing up abruptly as you clutch the phone in your hands. âJungkook, talk to me! What happened?â
âI literally don't know!â he exclaims. âJimin just got the call and tried to reach us.â
âUs? He didn't call me!â you panic, checking your notifications to see them empty. Fuck. You would not forgive yourself if you somehow ignored his messages, even though it wouldn't be entirely your fault.
âFuck, we need to get there. He's going there right now.â
âIs it serious?â you ask, voice shaking at the thought of Taehyung and something happening to him. He's in a hospital which means it's something serious.Â
Jungkook stops pacing, hearing the shakiness in your voice. Bringing the phone closer to his face, he watches you. âI'll come get you, alright?â
You nibble on your nails, nodding still staring ahead of you.Â
âY/N,â Jungkook calls out to you. âHe's gonna be okay, alright?â
âYou don't know that.â you scoff.
âWe don't know any details, so let's not jump into conclusions, okay? Just wait there, alright? I will drive to your place right now.â
âWhere would I go?â you exclaim, clearly stressed which Jungkook doesn't blame you for. Instead of calling you out for your attitude, he knows you're worried and stressed.
âJust don't drive anywhere.â
âI won't.â you promise, voice softening.Â
âI will call you once I'm there. Don't go outside, it's too late.â
âJungkook, stop worrying so much.âÂ
He groans, grabbing his keys as the screen keeps glitching here and there how quickly he's moving. âIt's too late. Wait inside.âÂ
âOkay, sir.â you mutter dryly, Jungkook stopping just to glare at you.Â
âStop messing around. I am not.â
âJesus, sorry.âÂ
He rolls his eyes. âKeep your pretty ass in your home. I'll call you when I get there.â
âThen get your pretty ass here, Jeon.â you roll your eyes to give back at him.
He sighs, closing his front door with a loud thud. The connection glitches for a second, his internet changing to his mobile data as he waits for the elevator. âFuck it.â You hear him muttering, running for the stairs.
You keep pacing in your living room, biting off your nails while not having Taehyung beside you to scold you for doing so. Your heart clenches and worry overcomes you once again. It's Jungkook's car door closing that brings your attention back, watching him put his phone into the phone holder.Â
âKook?âÂ
âHm?â he says, putting on his seatbelt as he turns on the engine.Â
âDrive safely, okay?â
âI will,â he promises, but you keep giving him the same desperate look. âI promise.â
You smile nervously, ending the call just to be met with a spam of messages from Jimin.Â
Jungkook comes shortly after, just enough for you to check all the lights and gas before you leave. He definitely drove over the speed limit but you don't dare to scold him once he calls you. You spot the familiar Mercedes slowing down the parking lot just as your phone rings. Just like he wanted, you stayed inside. Knowing there's a low chance of something happening to you â considering this neighborhood is pretty much safe and you've walked when it was way later than now â you also know he cares about your safety, so you didn't feel like disobeying his direct orders. Or more like a plea that would end up in a frustrating scolding if you didn't listen to him.Â
Once you get inside the car, you buckle your seatbelt and Jungkook speeds out of the parking lot, rushing to the hospital where Jimin texted him details.
âJimin is there.â
âWhat happened? Did he tell you?â
Jungkook shakes his head, checking on you for a split second before his eyes are back on the road. âNo, he's still waiting.â
Luckily, the hospital where Taehyung's at is not that far away and it takes you approximately around fifteen minutes to get there, with all the red lights you had to stop at.
You've never had to go to a hospital here because something happened to one of your friends. To go through this and watch how Jungkook says Taehyung's name at the reception, trying to get any information doesn't sit with you well. You're full of nerves, sticking to Jungkook's side as he handles everything by himself. The nurse questions your relation to Taehyung but luckily, has no problem giving you directions of where to find your friend.Â
âCouldn't she tell us if he's alive?â you grumble beside Jungkook as he tries to follow her directions from before.Â
Jungkook chuckles, âIf he wasn't, she wouldn't just tell us where to find him.â
Sighing, you follow Jungkook the entire time. âHave you been here before?â you question him in the elevator, a suspicious, curious look glinting in your eyes where worry was found before.Â
Jungkook gives you a side-glance, sighing before looking ahead. âI have.â
When he doesn't elaborate and is silent, you lean yourself forward to catch his eyes. âWhen?â
He straightens his posture.
âIt's just because you kinda know your way around here.â
You don't remember him mentioning being hospitalized here, nor coming here for examinations. There's a chance you simply don't know about that. There might be things you haven't told each other, it's practically impossible knowing everything about each other. But you feel if it came to this topic, you would know about it.Â
But you don't.Â
âI was here with Kiko.â
You halt, a taken back expression taking over your face.
âAnd because of Kiko.â He adds, clearing his throat at the mention of his ex. Almost as if you would bite off his head just for mentioning her name.Â
You chuckle at that. âOh, I didn't know that.â
âYeah, didn't think of mentioning it before.â he mutters.
âWas she hospitalized here?â
âDo you really wanna know or you're just nosy?â he teases, wiggling his brow at you as you roll your eyes.
âJust answer, Jeon.â
âMy curious delicate flower,â he continues to tease, ruffling your hair in the process as you elbow him in the ribs. âShe had something with her shoulder once, she went here for rehabilitation.â
âOh,â you let out slowly. âWas she fine after that?â
Feeling a burn of someone's gaze, you see Jungkook side-eyeing you. âDon't pretend like you care.â he chuckles, shaking his head at you as you smack your lips at him in annoyance.
âI wanna know! Stop making it seem like I'm a heartless monster!âÂ
âI wouldn't dare.â he jokes, continuing to shake his head as you sigh in irritation at your very annoying friend.Â
âI advise you that.â
He snickers, âDamn, so scary.â
âJungkook, seriously. I'm gonna kick you in the balls if you're gonna continue this.â you warn him, hearing him laugh as he leans against the elevator's wall.Â
You glance at him, annoyed expression as his brow cockily lifts up.Â
âNot the balls, damn, you monster.â
âKeep talking and you'll see the real monster.â you mutter, your bickering interrupted by the elevator's ring, informing you of your floor.Â
Walking out of there, all the fun disappears as soon as you see and smell the sterile surroundings again, along with sick patients of all sorts which truly breaks your heart. You understand why someone hates hospitals so much. You never truly belong to that people, never really had that awful experience. Everyone you lost in the family had left at their peaceful homes. You never had to say goodbye to anyone here.Â
Although, you do remember visiting your father's mother â your dear grandmother â when you were a kid. Unfortunately, she passed away when you were around six. The only thing that bothers you to this day is that you don't have many memories with her. Since you were a little kid, you only remember very little. Plus, there are days when you wished she was still here. To talk about the craziness you've experienced in both families. To help her and show her your gratitude for raising your dad and his four siblings, when she was all alone. She was truly an inspiration for you.Â
Your dad says you get a lot from her. You'll never forget a conversation you had with him about her.Â
âYou remind me of her sometimes. She had a good heart like you have.â
That's what he told you when you were around eighteen. Your dad is not a sentimental person. He doesn't usually say many heart-warming things, so to hear him saying that just made you emotional. Thinking of it now, it still does in a way.
âSorry, we are here looking for our friend? They told us at the reception he's on this floor. Kim Taehyung?â Jungkook stops one of the nurses, surprisingly stopping a male who kindly shows you the way to see your friend.Â
Jungkook looks behind, making sure you're there as he gives you an encouraging smile. You wonder if he's scared as fuck of what you're about to see as well. Is he pretending to be brave and having his shit together because of you? Are you preaching?Â
Jungkook is the most caring friend. You don't believe he's not worried as much as you are.Â
âReady?â he asks, tilting his head toward the direction the nurse sent you.Â
Naturally, like your body calls for his proximity and safety, you wrap your arms around his forearm, clutching to his side as you give him a nod. He leads you to one of the rooms, both of you cautiously peeking inside as the scene in front of you makes you both gasp loudly, catching everyone's attention in the room.Â
There he is.Â
If someone told you you will see Kim Taehyung laying in a hospital bed, you would laugh him off for some reason. All of you would. So to not only see him lying there but having a huge cast on his leg, his face pale and hair unkempt, you and Jungkook gulp at the sight.Â
Jimin stands there, arms crossed over his chest as his hands rub his lips nervously. A woman stands next to him, a little behind him, noticing your and Jungkook's presence immediately.Â
That has to be her.
But before any of you can pay her attention, Taehyung steals it without even knowing as he groans.Â
âWhat the hell happened?â You almost shriek as a panicked mother, tearing yourself off Jungkook's side as you rush to Taehyung's side, Jungkook following you right after.
Both of you having a concerned look, Taehyung takes a minute to recognize you. You make a grimace, you and Jungkook giving Jimin a stare as he goes to say something, but he's interrupted by the patient himself.Â
âYou guys are here?â He looks shocked, making sure it's really you as he squints his eyes at you both.
âOf course we areâwhat happened, Tae?â
âAh, don't even ask! That shit is so fucking embarrassing!â he dramatically sighs, slapping his palm over his forehead as he disappointedly shakes his head at himself.
âCan he just tells us what the fuck happened to him?â Jungkook mutters under his breath, causing you to elbow him like before.
Jimin clears his throat, âHe was at the gym and accidentally dropped one of the dumbbells on his feet.â
âJimin-ah!â
âMan they asked!â Jimin exclaims, trying to keep calm.Â
âYou guys came here because of me?â Taehyung pouts, changing the topic as you and Jungkook stare at him completely dumbfounded. What is wrong with him?
âOf course we did,â you assure him. âWe would be here sooner, but Jimin had to call us. Why didn't you call us too?â you frown.
âActually, the nurse called me. Taehyung gave them my number.â
âWell, that's great.â you mutter.
âWell, I'm sorry!â Taehyung mocks you, slapping his arms against the fluffy duvet he has thrown over one side of his body. âHow could I know if you guys are not fucking somewhere behind our backs?â
âWe don't do that!â Jungkook reacts.
The room is filled with craziness.Â
Jimin sighs, deadpanning at his friend. You and Jungkook loudly gasp, your hand over your fast beating heart.Â
The room is silent after that, Jimin's eyes directed somewhere behind you and Jungkook. You both turn around to see a nurse coming in, an awkward smile attached on her lips as she holds the clipboard with her.Â
âWe had to give him some painkillers, he was close to crushing his toes. He's a little drugged by now.â she informs you, perhaps trying to make you less embarrassed because of your friend.Â
âI will come back and fill you with more information.â She sets up the clipboard on his bed, everyone bowing to her as she reciprocates it before walking away.Â
âIgnore him, he's drugged.â Jimin apologizes to the female beside him, her eyes eyeing you and Jungkook as you shift on your spot.Â
âYeah, he's just babbling nonsense.âÂ
Taehyung scoffs, luckily keeping his mouth shut about this topic. âYeah, by the way guys, Jimin brought his girlfriend. They were on a date when his friend was dying.â
âYou weren't dying, Taehyung.â Jimin corrects him, giving him a stern look as the younger friend puts his lips into a thin line, frowning. âAh, guys. This is Rin. Wanted to introduce you to her under different circumstances but well, babeââÂ
Taehyung gags in the distance. âKnowing you, you would've kept her secret for another year.â
âThis is Y/N and Jungkook. My friends.â Jimin grits through his teeth, giving a forced smile to his blonde girl.Â
âIt's nice to meet you. Jimin talked about you a lot.â
âReally? Because he really didn'tââ
You kick Taehyung's mattress, ignoring his nasty glare as you both bow at each other.Â
âNice meeting you too, Rin. Welcome to the craziness.â Jungkook chuckles, âJimin is a great guy. Hope this didn't traumatize you.â
She giggles, Jimin laughing nervously while you watch Taehyung who sulks in his spot. âNo. It didn't.â she assures Jimin as she cuddles up to him.Â
âTae, how are you feeling?â you ask, focusing your attention on your sulking friend.Â
You sit on the edge of his bed, brushing a few strands off his hair.
âEmbarassed and like a fucking idiot,â he mutters. âI got so much attention at the gym. Fuck, I am used to attention but not that kind.â
âThe most important thing is that you are okay, Taehyung.â Jungkook butts in, trying to sound gentle as he eyes his friend's new cast.Â
Taehyung scoffs, âDoes this seem fine to you?â
âI meant it that you're alive. You'll have this cast for a few months but you will be fine. You're lucky nothing worse happened to you.â Jungkook explains.Â
âFuck, I feel high,â he sighs, dropping his head on the pillow as he stares at the ceiling. He gulps, whining. âWhat about Hawaii? Fucking hell. I can't go.â
The realization hits all of you, yours and Jungkook's eyes meeting as you pout.Â
âWe can go next year.â Jungkook tries but you know it will only do so little.Â
âWe will cancel it too. There's no point in going when both of you don't go.â you tell him, Taehyung frowning as Jimin gives you an empathic smile.Â
âNo, you guys have to go.â Taehyung says, your eyes lifting up in surprise. But before you can say something, mouth already opening, he continues. âEverything's paid for. Jimin barely got the money back for flight tickets, I don't think I will get mine. It's too close to date.â
âTae is right,â Jimin agrees, âYou can still enjoy it without us.â
âI would hate myself if you didn't go there because of my clumsiness,â Taehyung admits, frowning. âY/N you were so excited to see Hawaii.â
You stare, pouting as your eyes get teary for some reason. The entire situation is shitty as fuck and Taehyung's pale face is not helping.Â
âYou have to go.â
âI'm sure accommodation can be arranged just for the two of you. It's worth a shot.â Jimin says.
âWe could try but I don't knowâŠâ Jungkook groans, sighing in disappointment at the fucked up situation. âWe'll talk about it later. You're more important now, Tae. What can we do for you?âÂ
You nod, listening to Taehyung who sighs, cracking his neck. âI would die for McDonald's right now.â
Snorting, you shake your head at your friend.Â
âYou shouldn't eat right now, Tae. You have a good amount of meds inside you. It would probably make you sick.â Jimin reminds him.Â
âWe should just wait for the nurse to give us more information. Then we can figure it out from there.â you say, Jimin and Jungkook nodding in agreement.Â
âThis fucking sucks.âÂ
You make yourself comfortable on Taehyung's current bed, humming. âTell me something about it.â
A few minutes later, a male in his mid-thirties (you're guessing) comes in. Wearing a white coat, you almost forgot how handsome some doctors can look, he eyes everyone in the room â mostly surprised to see so many people but then none of you are family members. He does question it but doesn't send you away.Â
â...fortunately, Mr. Kim, your accident hasn't permanently damaged any of your nerves or bones. You'll have to wear a cast for a couple of weeks until it's healed, and after that you will need to be careful. But we'll take it from there and discuss further recovery steps.â
Taehyung looks like he's five seconds from dozing off or as if he could care less, you're trying to hold back your laugh while Jimin and Jungkook are the responsible ones. They keep nodding and looking seriously at the doctor using terms you've never heard before. You're sure none of them have and the fact they act like they do makes you want to laugh. Rin stays behind, sitting on the chair next to a window. You get a feeling she might feel not unwelcomed, but definitely out of her comfort zone.Â
She sees four friends sticking together, three of them that she hasn't seen before. Honestly, it's not weird to see a woman next to Jimin. It is weird to see the affection they have going on, even though so far it has been pretty low-key.Â
As the doctor finishes and informs Taehyung he's able to go home after they run some tests on him, he gives you a shortly lasting look. You smile, looking away in shyness as you're met with Jungkook's side-eyed frown. He has done that a lot today, you think.
You just innocently shrug, both of your attentions turned to Taehyung who starts to complain all over again.Â
âYou guys should go. You were on a date, right? Me and Kook will take care of him.â you tell Jimin, feeling bad not because they had to cut off their date, but you feel bad toward Rin.Â
She probably wants to be with her boyfriend, it has probably been too many events for her tonight. You could sympathize with her and imagine what it feels like for her. Besides, there are three of you here. There's no need for all of you to be here. Taehyung will be fine.Â
Someone just has to wait with him for more tests and results, so he's really safe to go home. Plus, he needs to be driven home as his ride here was an ambulance â something he's still complaining about how awkward it was when it arrived in front of the gym.Â
âYeah, go. They will take care of me.â Taehyung mutters like the child he can be, met with yet another glare from you.Â
Jungkook tries not to laugh while Jimin frowns. âNo. We could wait here and drive him to my place.â Jimin argues, turning to Rin. âYou don't mind, right?â
âFucking hell,â Taehyung whispers under his breath. âWhy are you asking her? Just go and have your date.â He rolls his eyes at Jimin who clenches his jaw.
âI don't mind.â Rin tells him silently, assuring him.
âSomebody's gonna have to take care of your ass, Taehyung-ah. You can't be alone at home right now.â
âI'm not a child.â
âSometimes you act like it.â
âOkay,â you butt in, standing up. âIt's too late to be arguing in a freaking hospital. So get it together, both of youââ You're met with a glare from both of them. âJimin wants to be here for you, so don't be childish Taehyung. They can have a date another time.â
âWhat she means to say isââ Jungkook starts, standing behind you. âWe're all willing to stay here and help.â
Jimin and Rin have a silent conversation as Taehyung purses his lips and closes his eyes, ignoring his surroundings. Deep down, you know he wants Jimin to be here for him. He's just childish because Jimin is dating now and even though Rin doesn't seem to be a bad girl, it's different now. Suddenly, there's another person in his life and in their friendship as well. It awfully reminds you of the situation you had with Jungkook.Â
It's still slightly different but similar in many ways. You know how Taehyung feels. The difference is that Taehyung also knows shit about relationships. He can't understand why Jimin, the guy who used to fuck purely for fun and enjoyment, is now dating someone.Â
âGuys, could you drop off Rin at her house? She lives nearby, so it's not too far away.â
âYeah, sure. No problem.â Jungkook responds.Â
âCome on, it's late. We should all go to sleep. They can handle it from there,â you say, motioning for Rin to join you. âDon't worry, we're friendly and don't bite.âÂ
She laughs, some of her nervosity dropping.
âYeah, they're too into each other to care about anyone else.â Taehyung comments.
âY'know what Taehyung? If you don't want your other leg in a cast, you better shut up.â you warn him, feeling Jungkook's hand on your lower back as he shakes his head, silently telling you it's not worth it as an amused smile plays on his lips.Â
âWhich one?â Taehyung asks cheekily, having the time of his life when he watches your realization into disgust.
âJesus, man. You should sleep it off.â
âThat's not gonna help. This is Taehyung we're talking about.â you murmur to Jungkook.
Taehyung is about to say another nonsense, stopped by Jimin's palm as he gives him a warning stare before he walks up to you and Jungkook.
âGuys, please do not interrogate her. Okay?â Jimin pleas, sounding nervous as you and Jungkook share a knowing look. âNo, please. Don't look at each other like that.âÂ
Little does he know it wasn't because of what he thinks it is, that you will go against his wishes, but it's the cuteness of how he doesn't want to ruin anything between them. You've never had a chance to see him like this.Â
âDon't worry, we're gonna be on our best behavior.â Jungkook jokes, causing Jimin to whine but there's no time to have such a silly conversation.Â
Jimin turns to Rin, telling her something before they share a kiss. You're ready to squeal at the cuteness as Jungkook tries not to laugh at you, cheekily poking you in your side while Taehyung looks grumpy.
âI'll text you and see you tomorrow, okay?â You hear Jimin say just as you bid goodbye to Taehyung, who's already too sleepy.Â
Jungkook pats the top of his head before you leave Jimin with him and part your ways. But not before you hear Jimin's silent scolding. âYou see? This is exactly why I didn't want toââ
You and Jungkook try not to laugh on your way out of the room, sharing a look in the hallway as Rin silently follows you, probably wondering who the hell has she just met.Â
âShe's quiet.â
You break a silence by stating something both of you are thinking. Rin is not exactly communicative, kept it very casual and both, you and Jungkook, could get the hint of her not wanting to really talk.Â
âShe might've felt bad because of Taehyung.â Jungkook responds, a thoughtful frown making it on his face as he drives you through familiar streets that lead toward your home.Â
During the slightly awkward drive to Rin's place, Jungkook tried to excuse Taehyung's behavior, thinking it's the main reason for Rin's distant behavior. It's not like she wasn't friendly or has done something out of place. She was just⊠quiet. She kept it simple, not engaging in any further topics. And regarding Taehyung, she just said it's okay and that was it.Â
It was certainly none of you have expected. You tried to make the atmosphere lighter, forcing chuckles and grins for her own sake but she just didn't seem to care. You're not going to lie, that stung a little and you had to grit your teeth to prevent yourself from really asking her â What's up?
But then you realize, you have no idea how she's feeling. She met all three of you in the span of one hour and with Taehyung's insanity and even bolder mouth than ever, it has been a lot for her probably.Â
It's not like the three of you are too much to handle, right?Â
âYou think so?â
Jungkook chuckles at your question, âTae took it too far. Anyone would've felt uncomfortable.â
âCome on, he's on drugsââ you scoff out a chuckle as if that excuses him. âHe wasn't fully himself.â
âHe was pretty much Taehyung, what are you sayin'?â Jungkook laughs.
You smack your lips together, a laugh escaping past them as you gently nudge his arm. âYou know what I meanâhe would've behaved slightly differently if he wasn't in that state.â
âHm, that could be true,â he mutters, driving with one hand as the other rubs his lips thoughtfully. âMaybe she's just shy, would explain a lot.â
âMaybe,â you hum, âCan you believe it though? Our Jimin has a girlfriend. Who would've thought?â
âNot me,â Jungkook jokes, quoting one of the famous sounds on TikTok which causes both of you to break into laughter. âI hope she's not terrified of usâor Tae.â
âThere's nothing to be terrified of when it comes to us!â you exclaim, giggling when you see Jungkook's grimace of pursed lips and raised brows. âI don't know. I thought it would go differently when we would finally meet her. Not like this.â
âNone of us expected it,â Jungkook says, âBut it doesn't matter. All that matters is that Taehyung is okay.â
âOh god, he's gonna be such a drama queen once they release him. A cast on his leg?â
Jungkook laughs, knowing exactly what you mean when it comes to Taehyung. âHe's gotta get used to it. At least for a while.â
While a short silence follows, one thought is rooted inside your mind which causes you to nibble on your lips. âKook,â
âHm?â
âThis means we're going alone to Hawaii?â
Jungkook sighs, thinking through his answer as you watch the side of his face and how street's signs and lights illuminate his features. âIf you want to.â
He stops at the red light, a few cars stopping behind you as you stare out of the window to avoid his stare once he glances at you. You see him in the reflection. His eyes momentarily watch your form, perhaps trying to decipher what you're thinking before he looks back ahead, staring at the road instead.Â
âThis is not how it was meant to be.â you mutter.
For some odd reason, you feel bad for even saying it. It almost sounds like you don't want to go with Jungkook. It's not that at all. Sure, the thought scares the fuck out of you â but Jimin and Taehyung were supposed to be there. All four of you. Making new memories and doing something new, something precious for your just as precious friendship.Â
âWe don't have to go. We could try next year.â
âNo,â you shake your head, âEverything's paid for. It was already trouble enough to deal with Jimin's reservations and now it's the same with Taehyung.â
âListen,â Jungkook sighs, the engine roaring back to life as the red light changes to orange. By the time it's green, Jungkook puts the car into drive and speeds through the main road. âI know it's not ideal, but I don't want you to go if you don't feel like it.â
âIt's not ideal butââ you stop yourself, groaning at your stupid way of explaining your feelings. âI made it sound as if I didn't wanna go with youâŠâ you trail off, somehow starting to feel nervous which is stupid.Â
Jungkook stays silent. You're not sure if it's because he wants to listen to you or because he silently agrees. You did make it sound like that.Â
âI justâwould it be wise?â
âWise?â Jungkook frowns.
âWellâjust the two of us.â
Jungkook stares ahead before he throws you a quick glance. It takes approximately five seconds for him to release a chuckle as he shakes his head while you're the one who stares in confusion now.Â
âSo that's what you're nervous about?â
You roll your eyes, not being able to say anything. It's partly why you're so unsure about this. The last time you and Jungkook stayed alone⊠things happened. And while you would like to believe you're strong willed, there's a part of you that fears the exact opposite.Â
It's insane how Jungkook gets it without you actually having to say anything.
âWhat? You can't keep it in your pants, Y/L/N?â
It's the cocky tone that makes your mouth drop open, but that single sentence is enough to make you stutter and you literally fight to get proper words out. âYou're the one bringing that up!â
But Jungkook laughs, completely ignoring your evident attempt of trying to argue with his statement.Â
âI didn't even think about that.â
âMhm, mhm.â
He bursts out laughing, ignoring the way you glaring at his side with a huffy face. âWhat else did you mean then?â
âNone of your business, Jeon.â you mutter, arms crossed over your chest as you fight back a smile when you hear his bubbly laugh next to you.Â
âOh, we're back to Jeon?â
âYou're the first one that started with surnames,â you point out, giving him a playful roll of your eyes before you sigh and relax in the seat. âI just meant⊠maybe it's stupid butâwe all know how it ended the last time. This is a vacation, Jungkook. We're gonna be miles and miles away. It soundsââ
âCouple-y?â He finishes your thought. He shakes his head with a gentle smile. âIt sounds like fun to me. I'm still me, Y/N.â It's the way his last sentence sounds so gentle and vulnerable that it makes you feel like an idiot for even bringing it up.Â
He's still the same Jungkook you've known for years. With or without intimacy.
You just had to talk about Hawaii one way or another.Â
âYeahâI know it sounds like that but I don't overthink it that much. I just meantâfuck, I guess it's a big change from our plans and just us going isâŠâ
âYou're scared.â he says, pointing out the obvious that makes you dryly swallow.Â
You mentally groan and slap yourself. âHow am I supposed to enjoy it when you will be right there?â
âOuch.â
âNo, not like that!â you correct yourself, groaning loudly this time. âYou'll be a distraction.â
Jungkook laughs at that, âDistraction?â
âYes!â you exclaim, growing frustrated but mainly from yourself and the fact you're talking about this. It makes you slightly embarrassed but at the same time it's a relief that you can talk about this so openly with him. âWith Jimin and Taehyung thereââ
âI can keep it in my pants,â he informs you of something you've heard many times before. âThe question isââ
You inhale shakily.
âCan you?â
You stare ahead, eyes wide and mouth agape, tongue softly grazing your teeth.
Wellâfuck.
âListen, just let me know how you decided.â
Jungkook says with a window opened as you stand next to the driver's side, shifting on your spot nervously. You haven't talked much after that. There was not much time since Jungkook drove here in five minutes.Â
âI'm stupid for saying shit like that.â
Jungkook frowns, âHey, you're not stupid. You're unsure and feel bad for the guys.â
It's not even about the temptation and the stupid break you came up with. It's the entire change of plans you've mentioned to him as well. You made it sound as if it was all about the two of you, but the truth is it feels bad to go there without Taehyung and Jimin.Â
And that's exactly what you tell Jungkook as you confess your once said thoughts. This time you're more serious.Â
âYou heard them. They want us to go either way. Even when we don't think about the money and how's everything already paid forâyou were excited to go there,â
He slides his hand off the steering wheel and places it on his lap instead.Â
âWe're going there to enjoy our vacation. It might not be as we planned it, but we could still have fun. And deep down, I know you really wanna go there.â
âI do,â you admit after a while. When you think about it, this is your opportunity to go. Although, going there alone with him makes you awfully nervous. It's like a huge test for the two of you, one you're not ready for. âYou know the last time when we were aloneââ
âMhm,â he says, prompting you to continue.
âI don't wanna make it seem as if that's all I'm thinking about, or that's how I see you but I guessââ
God why is it so hard to put any words out?
âI know,â Jungkook says gently, seeing you struggling a little to properly explain the crazy train of your thoughts. âYou wanted us to focus on our friendship. I know, Y/N.â
He's so gentle that you almost want to cry out and have him hug you. You're in a desperate need of a hug. But it's too late and you both had a long day.Â
âYou sure you don't wanna go upstairs?âÂ
Jungkook smirks and you groan. âNot like that, Jeon.â
âI feel like I'm gonna pass out the second I take a shower and lay in my bed,â he jokes instead, âYou should go inside, it's getting colder.â
You bite the inside of your cheek as you stare at your surroundings. âI wanna go, Kook.â
Jungkook turns his head to look at you, immediately realizing what you're talking about. He doesn't say it but the question in his eyes is clear. You sure?
âYeah, I made a big deal out of it,â You sigh. âBut I really wanna go with you. It would be stupid for us not to go.â
âOkay, then. I'll have to make some calls because of Taehyung, hopefully he will be able to get his money back. At least for the accommodation. If you change your mind, just let me know.â
âI won't,â you assure him with a smile, âAnd Kook?â
âYes?â
âIt's stupid but⊠I don't think I've ever felt nervous about you before. The last time was when we first met. Or the first time we started hanging out.â
âI made you nervous?â He laughs.
âMostly everyone makes me nervous when I first meet them,â you scowl at him as you explain. âWe barely hung out after weâtook a break or whatever we wanna call it.â
Jungkook snorts at the way you roll your eyes when you say it.Â
âI make you nervous. I don't know how to deal with this information.â
âJeon,â you grit through your teeth, âIt's not you. It's more⊠the situation and all.â
He grins, biting his lower lip before he releases it and stares at the distant street lights. âThere's no need to be nervous. No kissing. No sex. We're on a sex ban. Just two best friends in Hawaii.â
You groan his name and at the way he says it with an utmost grin. This man is not serious.Â
âThat's not what I truly meant butâyou know what? Nevermind. Let's just end it here.â
Jungkook doesn't press any further, simply opting for a gentle grin and change of topic. âGoodnight, Y/N.â
You catch yourself wishing he would say something else instead of your name.
And that's your cue to turn around before silently wishing him a goodnight, telling him to drive safe and send you a message once he's home. Perhaps it's for the better that he stayed in his car.Â
He waits until you're inside of the building before he drives out of the parking lot, his silver car slowly fading out until it fully disappears. What doesn't disappear are the mixed and crazed feelings that make you question every single thing that has been said.Â
One thing you know for sure.
This vacation will be one hell of a ride.Â
One, you can't prepare yourself for. One, you're close to shitting your pants for.
Rolling your suitcase down the sidewalk, Jungkook offers to take it but you decline. He has his own suitcase and full hands, therefore all he receives is just an appreciative smile as you enter the airport.Â
Namjoon was kind enough to take you and since your flight is early in the morning, he had the time to drive you here.
Sorting out your luggage and going through the security doesn't take too long and before you know it, you're seated in the airplane fighting for a window seat with Jungkook. He lets you have it, of course and slumps into the seat next to you. With a happy and slightly annoying smile, you make sure he sees it as he playfully rolls his eyes.
Since there are still passengers sitting and putting away their luggage, you do have a little time before taking off. You take that time to quickly video chat with Jimin and Taehyung. While Jimin's preparing for his work, Taehyung curses you out for waking him up. Though, there's a tiny smile that tells you that it's okay to go without them and enjoy it to the fullest.Â
You share your earphones with Jungkook, so he can hear them too.Â
âYou guysââ Taehyung sighs, eyes slightly swollen with tiredness. âThis sucks but enjoy it, alright? And send me pictures.â
âWe will.â
âYeah, Kook took his camera with him.â
âYou and your camera,â Taehyung jokingly shakes his head. âI could've had such nice pictures.â
âYou have⊠lots of them actually,â Jungkook snickers, âWe will take some next time.â
âBe safe guys, I gotta run to work but text us when you land.â Jimin says, his screen blurry as he keeps moving.
âWill do.â you assure them. âI'm sorry you guys couldn't come.â
âStop,â Taehyung cuts you off, giving you a grin that feels oddly comforting. âHave the biggest fucking fun. I'm stuck in bed, so maybe I will annoy you with my phone calls.â
âGreat.â Jungkook mutters, causing you to nudge him as the four of you laugh.
âWe're about to take off. I will call you, Tae. Don't worry.â
âI am not. What I worry about though, is the amount of times I could've gotten laid. Now I'm stuck here with this fucking cast on.â
âDude, chill out.â Jimin laughs.Â
So do you and Jungkook. Shortly after you all end the call, you and Jungkook snickering between each other at Taehyung's biggest issue.Â
While the pilot welcomes everyone on board and informs them of the destination and other important information, you make yourself comfortable in your seat as you place your head on Jungkook's shoulder.Â
Jungkook looks down at you, smiling as you catch his glance. âReady?â
âIs there anything left for me other than to be ready?â
âWell, you could chicken out. The plane is not in the air yet.â
You smack his side, sitting up straight as you're met with the familiar sight of his stretched smile and white pearls. âDumbass.â
âLove you too.â
You look away, making sure he sees the roll of your eyes before doing so. Though a small smile plays on your lips and as you take off, plane soon in the clouds, you use Jungkook as the softest and best smelling pillow.
The adrenaline and excitement of what's awaiting for you does not allow you to sleep. Yet you don't move an inch, finding comfort in the man sitting beside you. And when you ask him to play with your hair, he does it without any questions.Â
âOh my god.âÂ
Is the first thing you let out as soon as you get out of the airport and see the beauty around you. The weather is not too hot for you to not have any sunglasses or hat on. You shield your eyes with a palm outstretched above them, stopping in the tracks as Jungkook tries to get a taxi.Â
âBeautiful, isn't it?â Jungkook says once he locks his phone and puts it into the pocket of his shorts. âThe place we are staying at is even more beautiful.â
Jungkook has managed to make a compromise with the owner of the place you're staying at during the next seven days. Since it would be for the best if Jimin and Taehyung got their money back, they made a deal on swapping apartments. This way the owner could still make a profit while complying with you.
That alone made you a little bit calm because so far, everything is going well and smoothly.Â
âOur car should be here in five.â Jungkook informs you and ushers you to go in a shadow.
You obey, feeling already as if you're melting.
âWhat's our plan for today?â
You haven't really slept during the flight. Jungkook has booked a business class, something you've scolded him for because that's definitely something you haven't paid for when you sent him the money for your flight ticket. There was no need for that eight hour flight, but you both definitely made a good use of it. You turned on a movie and made yourself comfortable while eating snacks. Who knew having a drink on a plane can be actually so relaxing and fun at the same time?
You sit on your suitcase, squinting your eyes at Jungkook who pulls a cap from his suitcase and puts it on your head.Â
âWe're gonna settle in and maybe we could check the outside?â
âSounds good.âÂ
The car comes around the time Jungkook said it would, an older man with a straw hat on welcomes you and helps you with your things. You both thank him and get inside â luckily â with an air condition on.
While he drives and gives you a quick tour of the road you're driving on, he answers any curious and informative questions Jungkook asks him. You sit silently, smiling at the man whenever he jokes around as you stare out of the window, appreciating the nature around you.Â
And at that moment you think;
It's a good thing you decided to go.
You've seen the photos of where you were supposed to be staying. All four of you. But since that has changed and the two of you couldn't go, there had to be some changes made. Jungkook informed you about that, so that's no news to you. It would be no use for you and him to share a place designed for four and more people.Â
Surrounded by nature and sea air, there's a whole street of houses. It's so close to the sea that you can hear the waves in the distance and smell the salted water. Surely, the location and vacation houses are one of the wealthiest ones, and you just can't seem to pry your eyes at what's around you.Â
You let Jungkook handle everything, after you've grabbed your luggage and bid goodbye to the driver. He talks to the owner, or the person who is in charge of the vacation house you'll be staying at. Shortly after, Jungkook is given keys and after waving off one last person, you finally get out of the sun and get inside.Â
The first thing you notice is the chilly air hitting your heated bodies, the two of you sighing in delight before you both laugh.Â
âAC is gonna be our best friend here.â you comment, squinting your eyes as they adjust to the lack of sun.
âJust don't overboost it, yeah? Or else you're gonna end up sick.â
You turn to Jungkook with raised brows, who simply just shrugs as he sets the luggage down.Â
âSays the person who always has his AC turned on in the car.â you point out the obvious fact you both know.
âMy immune system is much better than yours.â he points out back, showing you the tip of his tongue in a teasing manner as you shake your head, trying to hide a smile.
Bickering with someone who knows you well â or best even â is tough.Â
Now that's done and the two of you don't elaborate to bicker any further, you take the time to look around. The place you've seen from pictures looked different, customized for more people. This house is just as spacious and even though you're standing in the entryway, you can easily tell more people would be able to fit in here.
âAre you sure we're at the right place?â you ask, catching Jungkook sweeping his hair off his forehead with head leaned back. Mentally sighing at the painfully attractive sight, you turn around and admire the place you're in instead.
That's a safer choice anyway.
âIt's beautiful, isn't it?â he asks instead, confirming that yes, you're at the right place. âCome on, let's see how it looks in person. The pictures were pretty great.â
You wonder why Jungkook hasn't shared them with you once he was able to switch houses. For sure, you haven't had that much time to talk about it. Everyone was busy with their jobs, you included, and then the accident with Taehyung happened which caused this entire planning to get rushed. Poor Jungkook took care of everything â but you know he's the best at it.Â
When your mouth drops as you make it to the living room, you notice Jungkook grinning at the side of the entrance to the living room since there is no door. He wanted it to be a surprise.
One that appears to be more than successful.
âKookââ you stop yourself. The entire side facing the sea is a window wall, giving the best view to the beach and sea.Â
The floor is a darker wood, giving the room just the right balance of colors since there are a lot of light colors. The white couch is huge, in the shape of U, similar to what Jungkook owns at his place. There is a big beige carpet underneath the coffee table and couch, making it more cozy. A beautiful chandelier hangs down with transparent bulbs which is undoubtedly even more pretty at night.Â
From up here, there's a porch with a pool and your legs itch to find out how big it is.Â
It's a one floor beach house, a modern yet cozy one as Jungkook leads you to the right to show you the kitchen. It's a medium sized, smaller than the one he's got and you wonder why it's even here considering you'll get your food brought from the resort.Â
The house ends from the left sounds but you move to the opposite side, jaw dropping at the beautiful bedroom. First of all, the interior is beyond any words and leaves you breathless. You've never seen something so beautiful in person. You could cry. And Jungkook's joyful grin is not helping at all.
The bed is not against any walls. It sits almost in the middle of the room. There's a panel behind it and further away, it leads you to a spacious bathroom. There are two sinks and a huge mirror â the room matched in turquoise and white colors.
âJungkookâthis isâhow much did you spend on this?â you ask, turning to him with a hand on your hip with a frown. âThis was definitely much more than you said.â
âDon't worry about it.â
âJungkook, stop. I'm serious.â
âSo am I,â he shrugs, sighing slightly. âI paid a little extra but it wasn't much.â
âI don't believe you.â You narrow your eyes at him as he cheekily grins and shrugs.
âSounds like a you problem.â
âJungkook!âÂ
However, your scolding is cut off by him simply walking away. The bed is facing the beach, the same view as you could see in the living room. Palms surround the house which create a little shade from the burning sun.Â
There are dressers where you could store your clothes and stuff, but you don't pay any more attention to it as you follow Jungkook back to the entryway with a frown settled on your face.Â
âJungkook, I'm serious.â
âAnd so am I, Y/N,â he says simply, dragging your luggage to the living room. âI swear I didn't pay much. The owner wouldn't really have any other place for us. I wanted you to see this beach.â
You raise your brows at him, trying not to crack at the warm and sweet gesture.
âPlus I didn't want to stay anywhere else. So be mad at me all you want, but I'm happy to be here and from the looks of it, so are you.â
âYes, butââ
âNo, buts. Now get ready, we're leaving in twenty.â
You stammer over your words, mustering to ask only one word. âWhere?â
âOut. Unless you wanna stay in and rest.â
He says, stopping as he turns around to look at you with raised brow, waiting for your response.
âAhâno, I am fine with going out.â
âGood.â
And he leaves to the bedroom, âOhâI hope you don't mind the one bedroom. They didn't have any houses with more rooms left. But I can sleep on the couch.â he calls out from there.
When you don't respond right away, his head pokes out of the corner with a awaiting gaze.Â
âWhy would I mind?â you breathe out, feeling like you just got awestruck.Â
âUhhâyou want me to elaborate?â
You chuckle nervously, scratching your forearm before you shake yourself out of it and drop the expression. âYah! You wanted to go out! So go get ready too!â
âYes, m'am.â he salutes and disappears behind the wall of the bedroom.Â
You stand there, sighing to yourself and at your fast beating heart.Â
He's not going to make this easy, is he?
Happiness oozes out of you and as much as you were unsure about this vacation, you're glad the guys managed to talk you out of backing off. In the end, it was your decision to go without Jimin and Taehyung who are very much missed. Though, you're completely obvious to the fact it's going to be challenging.Â
The heat and raging hormones are not making it any easier for you.Â
You can control yourself. You can do that as long as there's no impulse from the other side.
This vacation might've not started like you planned, but it started wonderfully without your friends here. It's also a great chance of getting your friendship back where it was. While you're sure the history between you will always be there and it will never go away, you can try to go back and not get pushed to do something silly due to any sort of temptation.Â
Because that's what Jeon Jungkook is.
Having him right here, next to you while you explore the Island is a great challenge itself. At first, you don't pay any attention to the mentioned temptation. You're fine. You talk, you joke and have a great time exploring the Island. You go out and eat in one of the restaurants, you have the best ice cream that is like the greatest present for your heated bodies. Taehyung and Jimin facetime with you during it, which ultimately makes you miss them more â especially when you show them around and see their pouty faces.
After that, you visit a few local shops â promising each other that you will come back and shop some souvenirs not just for you two but for your friends as well. The heat is too much to spend the rest of the day in a direct sun with no refreshments. And you didn't come here to just stay inside, so you both decide to go to the beach.
You do want to get the best of it since you're about to get your period in the halfway of this vacation. The timing sucks but you won't let it ruin anything.
Quickly going back to the house to change and pack things, you use the close proximity to the sea and settle on the beach there. You decide to walk a little further, closer to people and other tourists where different bars occur. There will be time to enjoy that privacy later.Â
Although, being left with him alone is all the things you're scared of.Â
Just focus on you, and your friendship.
âIs here okay?â Jungkook asks, stopping a few meters from the sea.
Looking around, it's a good spot. You're not completely surrounded by the tourists, more to the side where you can enjoy the shade and sun at the same time. There are faint sounds of music coming from the nearby bars, squeals of people's excitement and chatters around you. Beach waves are like a lullaby to your ears, confirming the reality of your presence here.Â
There are kids as well, not too many but you spot a few in the distance as they beg their parents to go to the water already.Â
âIt's perfect.â Is all it takes for Jungkook to drop the beach blankets down. You help him to get it in the right place, making sure the wind doesn't mess it up.Â
Air here is far better and you can't wait to get into the water to freshen up.Â
âI'm gonna get us some drinks.â Jungkook announces once you settle in, pulling out a straw hat he bought while you were visiting different shops. It's the only thing he had to buy.
At first you weren't sure why, it's not exactly his style and you're sure he packed one of his caps. But then, he just puts it on you and shields the top of your head. You lean your head back to give him a look.
âYou don't wanna get a heat stroke.â he shrugs, hands on his hips as he stares down at you.
See, it's very hard to keep it casual and think of Jungkook being an annoying friend. While you fully appreciate his caring, it's hard to focus in general. He has a stupid excuse of a button-up, so thin all his tattoos can be seen through the seen through material. It's not even the tattoos itself.Â
He has it completely unbuttoned, showing off his pecs and abs as the thin material barely covers any of his skin. Jungkook has always been handsome, but you also never had to see your friend like⊠this.Â
Iceland would've been a better option than Hawaii.Â
So far though, you've been strong â even though it doesn't seem like it. While you're completely obvious to Jungkook's body and additional sight of his skin, you just don't allow your eyes to drop there. You keep them solely on Jungkook's face, hoping he doesn't see the inner turmoil you're going through.
âWhat are you? My dad?â you ask instead, poking the front of the straw hat with a lifted brow.Â
Jungkook grins, âDon't want you to get sick on our first day.â
âYou forgot to put sunscreen on me. And bring a swim wheel.â you comment grumpily.Â
Something feels odd. It's not like you're truly annoyed by his caring. But looking at the familiarity of this conversation and overall situation, something sits on the tip of your tongue. It's not a word or anything that could be said. It's almost like a taste you can't quite describe.Â
And when you see Jungkook who just laughs with his head leaned back, shrugging effortlessly at your comment, you realize that perhaps it's the fact that things really are like they were. At least right now. Jungkook treats you like he has before. He's caring, having that one particular look in his eyes you haven't seen in a while.Â
Or perhaps you're just dramatic and you're seeing things.Â
Being confused and frustrated at yourself more than ever, luckily Jungkook cuts you off from your never-ending thoughts before you can drive yourself crazy.Â
âAh, maybe I should've. We both know you're not too confident in water.â
You gasp, reaching for your sandal which you throw in his direction. He laughs, dodging it perfectly as despite your attack, he still reaches for it and puts it back to the spot, so it won't get lost. It's a detail but leaves you gulping.
âI'm pretty confident in kicking your ass.â
âAlright,â he laughs, not believing a word you're saying which makes you roll your eyes at him. âWhatever you say.â
He confidently backs away with a smirk, laughing when you flip him off and huff out in frustration once he turns around and walks to one of the bars. He slowly walks further and further away, yet you keep your eyes on him.Â
You lay back, staring at the palm tree above you. The sunlight peeks through the leaves, creating patterns on your heated face and cheeks.Â
When he comes back, you gulp down the fresh lemon and mint drink without properly tasting it.Â
â...okay.â Jungkook says, watching you being halfway down the drink â it's alcohol free which doesn't make you look completely insane. âWanna go for a swim?â
Putting down the drink, you open your mouth just as Jungkook decides to ditch the stupid excuse of a cover-up. He shrugs it off and tosses it onto the sand, brushing his fingers through his black hair. It has gotten long to the point where it sometimes gets into his eyes.
Standing up, you undo the small knot on your white cover-up that looks like a short dress. It slips down your arms and meets the blanket underneath your feet.
âReady?â you ask, dropping down the silly straw hat Jungkook has gotten you.Â
âIs this new?â Jungkook questions instead, pointing at your white bikini. It's a cute set. What makes it cute looking and pretty is the ruffled style, yet it's complimenting your body in the nicest way.Â
âYeah, I bought it for this trip specially.âÂ
âYou did?âÂ
âYeah, you don't like it?â you ask, looking down at yourself and adjusting your bra that's pushing up your breasts. Not in the overly too much type, enough to show them off though.Â
In your defense, it didn't look like this on the model when you were ordering it. Luckily, you would say it fits perfectly. Jungkook's silence causes you to look up, almost finding the thought of him not liking it or thinking of it negatively scary. You mentally gag at yourself. Since when do you care what others think?
To be fair, sometimes you do â if those people are close to you and it also happens what it is about. But your choice of fashion matters only to you. You won't let anyone change the way you perceive yourself and your individual style.Â
As much as you're independent in this entire matter, you would lie if you didn't say you don't like compliments. Also, there is something about Jungkook's compliments. You almost gag for the second time when just the idea of it makes your stomach tickle.
âAre you staring at my tits, Jeon?â
Caught red-handed, Jungkook's slightly scrunched eyes from the sun widened in a split second. âYou don't usually refer to them as tits.â he comments instead.
You chuckle at the ridiculous response, âI usually don't have to refer to them at all. But you were staring.â
âCan you blame the man?â he shrugs, stealing a quick glance again as you give him the look he knows very well. The one where your eyebrow has been lifted for what seems like the hundredth time in the span of thirty minutes.
âJeon, for this to work, you gotta behave yourself.â
Jungkook frowns at the nickname, âI prefer Kook better.â
âJeon.â you correct just to annoy him. Deep down you cackle at the way his brows scrunch together in the softest way possible.Â
âWhat do you want me to do? They're just right there! We were talking about your bikini, it's not my fault.â
âYou don't have to stare at my breasts though.â
âDid it make you feel weird?â
âWellââ
âSee? You don't not like it!â he exclaims, pointing at you accusingly.
âI barely said anything!â
âYou don't have to, I know that look.â
âThis is ridiculous,â you mutter. âBesides, you didn't answer. You don't like it?â
âAre you seriously asking me that?â he deadpans.
âUmâyeah?â you deadpan back.Â
He sighs, âI'm not gonna talk about your bikini because you're gonna accuse me of staring.â
âI don't have to accuse you, you were staring!â you laugh.
You're not going to lie. It does compliment you.
Even though you're here to focus on the two of you, in a different way than you were a few weeks ago, you should hate how Jungkook's attention makes your ego grow.Â
âYou told me to behave, so I'm gonna keep my mouth shut.â
âWhy?â you question, not doing a great way to show your excitement.Â
âOh, now you want me to talk?â he laughs, âNah, you wouldn't be able to handle it.â
âCocky as always.â
He shrugs, âI never hid it.â
You nibble on your bottom lip, âBut no, be serious right now.â
âOh, I have been serious this whole time.â
âJungkook!â you whine, âIs it not too much?â
âIf I told you yes, would you change?â
You stay silent for a moment before simply saying; âNo.â
âThen no, it's perfect.â
âJungkook!âÂ
He stays silent for a moment, throwing his head back as his eyes squint shut from the trails of sun hitting his face. âGod, woman.â
âWhat?â you mumble innocently.
Since when do you care what anyone thinks? Jungkook questions mentally, trying to keep his thoughts straight before he gets the courage to look you in the eyes.
âYou look beautiful.â
You stare, battling with hundreds of things happening inside you. The heat in your cheeks gets almost unbearable and you do what you seem to be best at. Running away and playing it cool. âYah, don't say it like that!â
âLike what?â Jungkook asks, brows pinched in confusion.
âSo seriously.â
âI am serious,â Jungkook informs you, making it worse for your cheeks and the turmoil that's happening in the pit of your stomach. Why did you have to open your mouth? âNow let's go into that fucking water.â
âWoah.â
âYeah, woah.â
âWhat's bothering you?â you ask, trailing behind him trying to catch up to him when he suddenly turns around and nears the sea.Â
âNothing,â he says casually, dipping his ankles into the chilly water. You open your mouth but before you can say something that could potentially lead to a conversation you would eventually back out of, Jungkook splashes your heated body.
You gasp, finding him smirking. Before you can get him back for it, he runs to the water and dips his entire body in. He emerges out of it in seconds, the water reaching just somewhere around his hips. You watch droplets of water run down his entire body, hair completely soaked from it as he wipes his face.Â
âAre you staring at my abs, Y/L/N?â Jungkook shouts, your eyes widening as embarrassment makes it onto your face. Can he be any louder?
You look around for a second, trying to see if someone is witnessing this embarrassing moment. There's no one that seems to care, besides a group of girls meters away from you as they seem to find a certain interest in Jungkook. You purse your lips, looking at Jungkook.Â
âY'know, if I should behave, so should you.â
âI don't feel like behaving,â you call out to him, watching him as he creates waves with his hands as he effortlessly runs his hands through the water. âThey are just there, you know?â
You get him back for it, still watching him and witnessing his lips curling into a knowing smirk. âOh, are they?â
âMhm.â
âGet in here.â
âNo.â you giggle, laughing when Jungkook grins and shakes his head at you.Â
âI'm gonna get you.â
âCome here then.â
And fuck, he does. You laugh through it all, trying to back away as you promise him you will go deeper, though not fully out of respect to the sea you have. He doesn't listen. As soon as his arms wrap around your body, molding into his almost too naturally and perfectly. But you're caught up in the moment and in your giggles, hearing Jungkook's laugh as you squeal when the coldish water wets you.Â
You cling to Jungkook's side, âThere are no sharks, right?â
Jungkook snickers, âOf course there are. Somewhere in the sea at least.â
You nudge him, but Jungkook holds you close since he can reach better than you. He's also a way better swimmer than you. âDon't say that.â
âLook at those kids,â he says and points to the side. There are kids on their floaties, of course with their parents around. âThey're not scared of sharks.â
âThey could be dessert for all I care, I'm not gonna be one.â you joke, hearing Jungkook laugh as he doesn't allow you to inch closer to the shore.Â
âYou could be mine, but you wanted a break.âÂ
You gasp, tickling his side as he barely falters and just gives you the teasing grin. âDon't say stuff like that. I told you.â
âAlright, I won't.â he promises, imitating his lips being locked as he throws the imaginary key far to the sea. âI was joking.â
âWere you?â you ask, pretending to be teasing and amused but the truth is, there's a part of you trying to know the truth.Â
âI guess you'll never know. I told you I'm shut.â he says with a grin like the annoying brat he can be.Â
And for the sake of yourself, you decide to leave it be. You splash his face instead, playing it off like you seem to do often. For your own sake.Â
Jungkook has always been the adventurous type. You've heard all kinds of stories from Taehyung and Jimin, some of them back from Busan or from the times you haven't been present in their lives back then. Jungkook would be up for anything that could get him the thrill and although, there weren't that many opportunities considering everyone's busy lives â you could see it from his mere decision of being up to all sorts of fun that involves adrenaline.Â
So you shouldn't be surprised he practically stuttered and almost jumped from excitement once he spotted a place where jet skis can be rented. You've read his mind even before he opened his mouth and dragged you there.
After swimming and messing around in the sea for a while, you went for a walk and explored the beach, and tasted a few good snacks. You should've known it's not ending with that.Â
And that's where you ended up. Sitting behind Jungkook, both of you wearing safety vests and you clutching to his back, arms around his waist. You live in the moment, focusing on each activity the two of you do.
The sun is now setting down, air is still warm but with the sun slowly disappearing, it's not boiling hot. You're exhausted and your body screams for a good cold shower and bed. On your way back to the beach house, you walk in silence and enjoy the sound of waves around you.Â
You're the first one to occupy the bathroom, taking the chance to not be in the presence of Jungkook's naked abs and chest. As long as you keep your mind and body busy, there's a low chance of you overthinking and letting your mind wander somewhere where it simply should not.Â
Not wanting to dwell any further of how this might have been a mistake, you take it as a test to prove your friendship. Jungkook is a temptation that has grown over the few months you get to experience something you haven't before.Â
As the water dribbles down your naked body, wetting every inch of your skin, you think it's too soon to want everything to be different or back like it was. Because it never will be. And for that, you're scared of what's about to come. There are things you can control and then there are things that simply will evolve into something. The feeling of the unknown and fear of ruining your friendship with Jungkook genuinely scares you.
But again. You think of it more positively, you have to or else you're going to lose your mind. Jungkook's attractiveness and the fact you're attracted to him won't go anywhere. At least not in the near future and it's something you need to come to terms with. Like you said, it's too soon to think of it any differently.Â
While you're here to focus on your friendship, perhaps you should focus on yourself more as well.Â
As you wash yourself in a nice scent of orange and vanilla, you apply a body lotion you've brought to make your skin soft. While you do that and start doing unnecessary steps as your night routine, one you definitely don't do when you've spent the day not wearing make-up specifically, you tell yourself you just pamper yourself instead of trying to look good for someone else.Â
Your skin is glowing and hair almost dried by the time you join Jungkook in the living room, wearing one of your night gowns.Â
He's on his phone, barely glancing at you before he takes a double-take and eyes you up and down.Â
âWhat?â
You're the first one that breaks the short-lived silence. Any nightgown is a small portion of what could be considered as your sleepwear. Jungkook out of everyone knows that, because he's seen you in everything you usually sleep in. Back in the day, you would never get the courage to let him see you sleep in anything other than oversized shirts and shorts. Even thinking of wearing tank tops made you feel weird, especially if he god forbid could see your nipples peeking through.Â
This white nightgown is beautiful, but by no means designed to make men salivate or suggest anything other than having something nice to wear. Besides, the material is thin and light which is perfect for this warm weather. Plus, you and Jungkook have agreed or not having the AC turned on unless it's completely necessary. Not only is it not healthy but you're also very sensitive to coldness. Getting sick on this vacation is just not on your list, therefore you're trying to eliminate that chance as much as possible.
He narrows his eyes at you, trying to figure you out and you realize it right away before he can even open his mouth and offer you any sort of response.
âOh, don't get this wrong. I packed my best stuff on this vacation and I didn't know we were sharing a bedroom.â
âI haven't said anything.â he says, watching you as if you were a predator as you get closer.
âYou didn't have to, it's all over your face.â
As much as you enjoy his eyes on you, which always compliments you â it's one of those moments when you hide behind confidence and ignore the warmth that spreads inside the pit of your stomach. There's no point in thinking how many words from him or simple eye-contact would it take for him to take matters into his own hands. Or more like you.Â
But you can't think about that. You can't wonder about it.
âI would suggest wearing something different but I won't.â
He smiles and it's so brief you barely catch it. âAnd why is that?â
âBecause it's not my problem, of course.â you tease. âI'm wearing this for myself.â
âI never initiated anything different,â he tells you, tilting his head to the side while he studies your face. He doesn't even lock his phone as he tosses it beside him. âYou should sleep in whatever you're comfortable in.â
âI will.â
âGood.â
You both stare at each other, trying not to crack a good laugh. It's a weird moment. Something between joking, amusement and tension that boils. If this happened a few weeks ago, he would probably have you underneath him as you're speaking. And the image is so explicit that it leaves a warm coat all over your body and you have to take a step back.
âBut seriously now, you don't feel weird because of this?â
âIf I said I am, would you change?â
âOf course not.â
He cracks a grin, âThen why asking?â
âI'm curious. I don't want to make you feel weird and this wasn't my intention. Besides, this doesn't expose anything majorâand you've seen everythingââ
âI have and for someone who doesn't care and wears this for herself, you're awfully explanatory.âÂ
Your eyes narrow into thin slits as you glare at him, sending him a warning look that's easily met with a boyish grin from him.Â
âNow that you're finally out and finished making yourself look good for yourself, I'm gonna take a shower.â
Jungkook's laugh booms through the room and bounces off the walls when he manages to escape from your leg aiming at his buttcheek. To be fair, you were there for longer than you initially planned.
âAre you making fun of me, Jeon?â you call out to him, trying to sound pissed as a comfort glazes your soul.Â
âWhen have I ever?â He calls out back, already in the bathroom and hidden from any threats your legs might make.Â
It's been ages since you've had such a good sleep.
Exhaustion and the amount of activities you've done yesterday ultimately had a good share of it. The air here is different. The faint sounds of waves have been an additional part of your sleep. No cars passing by or city lights peeking through your blinds, or even occasional footsteps of your neighbors above your head.
You understand why people travel so far to relax. Sunlight peeks through the wide open window you've left and lets the chilly air get through the night. It felt so lovely that you fell asleep as soon as you closed your eyes.
Traces of sun touch your skin and make it warm, warmer than you've appreciated though and that alone tells you you're about to have another hot day ahead of you. Jungkook has briefly informed you of today's plans, always keeping in mind what you want to do but since you're more of a tagging alone vacation type, you just agree with whatever.Â
You're here to relax and if you see something you would like to see or try, you'll feel open to do so. It's something you've assured him right before your body slumped into the comfiest bed you've ever laid in. Not even Jungkook's massive bed can compete with it.Â
Or maybe it was the exhaustion all along.
Speaking of Jungkook, you tilt your head sideways to check on him. Not before you rub your eyes off the sleepiness. A sight of Jungkook's exposed back stares at you right back. Similar to the position you've just woken up from, he's sleeping on his stomach while arms underneath the white pillow as he hugs it to his face. You can't see his face and for a moment, you think it's better that way.
Whoever would see you right now, they would get a totally bad perception of the two of you. You look nothing like best friends who occasionally share bed.
Overthinking is not a huge part of your life. At least you think so. But ever since months have passed by and you've decided to take a break from the temptation laying right beside you, you feel like you've done nothing but that. Overthinking every second.Â
You believe everything happens for a reason. And while you told yourself you're not going to overthink it and focus on your friendship instead, you do wonder if there's a true reason for why you and him ended up spending this vacation alone.Â
Sure, Taehyung got injured and couldn't travel while Jimin couldn't go because of last changes at his work. It shouldn't mean more but just a mere coincidence that consists of bad luck and life.Â
Like you've told yourself many times before, you will take this opportunity to focus on your decision of why you decided to take a break. Besides, you can't think about it too much and you do have to put lust aside, focusing on something that is far more sacred and important to you.Â
You've no idea how long you lay there with your eyes open, watching the beautiful view out of your bed. You haven't checked your phone, something you would've done by now if you were at home. But not at the moment. You want to fully enjoy this and stay in the present â because right now it feels like you don't need anything else.Â
You haven't realized how much you needed to get away. Perhaps the reason for this vacation is not to tell you something secretive, but it's for you to recharge and come back stronger than ever.
And maybe there's no reason for it. Maybe you should just freaking enjoy it and not overthink every second.Â
You almost groan out loud, ready to spring out of the bed to stop yourself from thinking and being alone with your mind. The soft groan coming from the person next to you stops you and for some dumb reason, you catch yourself closing your eyes as if to pretend you were sleeping.Â
Jungkook tosses around and stretches his limbs, groaning raspily under his breath as he turns to his back. He's back to sleeping, so do you think before you slowly open your eyes and catch the perfect sight of him doing the same a second after. He blinks, frowning slightly as if he realizes where he is.
Witnessing that is cute. Wait. What.
You widen your eyes and quickly shake that thought away. Calling him cute, even if it's in your mind seems illegal. Even though you've done that many times before. Years ago to be exact.Â
âMornin',â he rasps out, hand reaching to his face as long fingers rub the sleep and tiredness off those puffy eyes.Â
Muttering the same greeting, you watch him close them for a moment as a soft groan makes it past his lips. âHow long have you been awake?â he asks sleepily.
Long enough to watch you sleeping, you admit in your mind but it sounds ridiculous even there. You shouldn't have these thoughts anyway, no matter how honest you are.
âJust a few minutes,â you reply instead, rolling onto your back as you stare at the ceiling.Â
A momentary silence has never been an issue with Jungkook. In fact, you don't find it uncomfortable but for some reason, having him so close feels weirdly familiar and odd. It's different now but it is not at the same time. You're both in a completely different state. While you realize it's in your head and sleepy Jungkook has no idea, you decide to cut off the silence and fill it with a conversation.
âIt's already ten.â Your eyes drift to the digital clock that sits on the nightstand on your side.Â
âFuuck,â Jungkook sighs, rubbing his face again. âAlready?â
You nod, glancing at him to find his arm tucked under his head, his face turned to you as he offers you a sleepy smile. Gulping down, you sit up and pat down your hair to make it less messy.Â
âWhat are we doing first today?âÂ
Not offering him any more attention with your eyes, your feet slip into your slides easily as he remains silent for a moment. Your back burns, the traces of his eyes are without a doubt the reason for it.
âWe should eat something first, then I wanna rent a car so it's easier to travel on the island. And then bungee jumping.âÂ
âFuck, you still wanna do that?â you whine a little, glancing over your shoulder to find him grinning at your evident disappointment.
âYou only live once.â
âThat's a stupid reason to do stuff like that,â you point out.
You're all up for Jungkook having fun and trying new things he hasn't. However, sometimes your type of fun and interest differs from Jungkook's and once again, you're reminded of his adventurous self. There's no way in hell you'll go through that. He knows that.
âBut if something happens to you, I want your car.â
Jungkook snorts out loud, your own lips curling into an amused grin as your feet pat into the bathroom.Â
âOr no, your apartment will do.â you raise your voice as you call out to him, making sure he hears you.Â
He does, along with the amusement and teasing in your soft voice.Â
âHow generous you are,â he calls back. âYou wouldn't survive without me.â
You chuckle under your breath, washing your face in cold water. You're done within a minute, patting down the remains of it.
âOh, here we go. Cocky much in the morning?âÂ
âYou should know that by now.âÂ
You jump at how fast and close the answer comes. Jungkook stands between the door frame, leaning against the left side of it. Crossing his arms over his chest, you try to not stare too much at the display of his skin and muscles.
Reaching for your toothbrush instead, you focus on your task instead and stare at your reflection in the mirror. Your cheeks feel warm all of a sudden and you're sure it has nothing to do with Hawaii's warm weather.Â
Jungkook watches you in silence. You're not sure if he still has a cocky grin attached to his lips or if he's simply just watching, but you know he is. You can feel it. And then you hear him stepping closer until he reaches for his own toothbrush. The familiar scent of him wraps around you once again as you give him a look with an arched brow.Â
Is this his way of keeping his distance?Â
Well, to be fair he never said he will keep his distance. Your idea of how this is going to work is simply to focus on your relationship, rather than the physical side of it and what was left of it.Â
Although, you have no idea how him standing shirtless next to you is going to help that. You welcome the challenge though.Â
You two ignore a lot of facts that surround you. So you continue to brush your teeth next to each other like it's the most normal thing ever. And maybe it is.
But back then none of you were shirtless or exposed enough that there is only so little left to each other's imagination. Is imagination even a thing here?Â
You've seen every inch of each other's bodies. You don't have to imagine anything because you've seen it all. You've felt it all.
âDo you mind?â
You straighten up once you spit the remains of mouthwash. Jungkook turns on the shower, checking the temperature as he's visibly ready to take his morning shower.Â
âUnless you wanna join me.â
It's the cunning smirk that slowly sneaks onto his face that makes you scrunch up the small face towel that's been used and throw it in his direction. It bounces off his puffed out chest and you hate how he laughs, ignoring your attempt to silently tell him to fuck off.
âBoundaries, Jeon.â You remind him.
âYou never minded them before.â He continues to tease you and you snarl at him, throwing him a glare.Â
âNow I do.â
âAlright, alright. Sorry.â He bows and you groan, flipping him off before you close the bathroom door with a loud thud.
His humorous laugh behind the door accompanies you long enough until you're far away to breathe it out. You'll have to do that a lot when it comes to Jungkook.
Your soft smile is caught in the reflection of a sparkling clean microwave and you quickly look away, ignoring the previously stated facts.Â
âKook, are you really sure?âÂ
After you had breakfast, walked around a bit and rented a car like Jungkook said, you stand in a queue that's slowly but surely shortening.Â
He would've actually laughed if he didn't glance at you and see your widened eyes, as you stare at staff putting a harness on people and preparing them for the jump. Whenever someone jumps with a loud scream, some people as a pair, he sees your breath hitching and stopping for a moment.
Of course he is sure. He's mentioned this a couple of times throughout the years but he never really had the opportunity to do this. So you're aware of not only his interest but excitement as well.Â
Unfortunately for him, this is a hard no for you and even though you would do anything for Jungkook â go special lengths such as pretending to be his girlfriend â this is where you draw the line. It's comical.Â
âYou sure you don't wanna jump with me?â He asks instead, laughing when he sees your dumbfounded look. Is he serious?
He had to sign a freaking liability waiver that he's doing this at his own risk. While you're aware this is a standard contract for all these kinds of sports, you've almost thrown up when the woman handed it to him and he signed it.Â
âWorth a shot.â he mumbles.
It's laughable as you stand beside him, shifting uncomfortably from side to side as if you were the one doing this. Meanwhile Jungkook is close to jumping from excitement as he watches other participants before him in a complete awe and excitement.Â
âHave you not watched a horror movie when the most ridiculous stuff happens once people do this kind of stuff?â
He gives you a side glance, âAre you talking about Final Destination?â he stops for a second, âI don't remember there was a bungee jumping scene.â
âIt's not about bungee jumping itself.â you point out, growing frustrated that he's practically just making fun of it.
âYou should stop watching horror movies.â
Your response comes right away. âI would have, if you guys didn't force me every time.â
He snickers, âY'know, for someone who's always very considerate and empathic, you sure know when to talk about the right stuff.â
âTalking about all the risks this includes is right,â you inform him. âI'm worried.â
âNo one wants to hear there's a risk of a plane falling when you're about to board the plane.â
Oh shit, he's right. You know he is, yet you couldn't help yourself and hoped that he's going to change his mind at the last minute. Obviously, for your own selfish reasons.
âFlying a plane is different though.â You still stubbornly mumble, hearing another scream from one of the participants which makes you flinch.Â
âThe point is not,â he points out but as you open your mouth to argue, he grabs you by your shoulders and has you standing in front of him. âStop worrying, I would do this with or without you.â
âDamn, how sweet of you.â you mutter, causing him to laugh. âCouldn't we ride horses or something instead?â
âWe could still do that. After I jump.â
âOh god, don't say it like that!â you whine. He laughs, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he hugs you to his side.Â
âTaehyung would jump with me.â
âTaehyung would probably be drunk out of his ass if he happened to jump.â
You look at each other, laughing before the woman's staff calls out for Jungkook. She asks if you're jumping together and you wildly shake your head at her, stepping aside as you let her put a harness on Jungkook.Â
He's grinning, watching her excitedly as she says all kinds of information about safety to him. You don't listen to that. For a moment you just focus on the happiness and excitement on him that has been evident ever since you stepped out of the car.
Their conversation is a little lost on you, therefore your brows are furrowed in utter confusion when Jungkook sits down and gets his legs secured.Â
âWaitâwhat are you doing?â you ask.Â
All people before him either sat when they were jumping or they looked as if they were lying, in a flying position. Jungkook puts a helmet on, shooting you a thumbs up as he ignores your ready to flip out.Â
He's being hoisted up, upside down as he grins like a kid at you.Â
âWhat the hell, are you crazy, Jungkook?â you yell, hands gripping the railing for dear life.
You thought this center did just those positions and Jungkook flying upside down just never crossed your mind, even though you know people jump like that too.Â
âSee you soon.â
âJungkook!â
But before he can focus on your angry expression, he flies you a kiss and is let go. You yelp, wincing as you his body flies into the distance in a rapid motion. You can't help but watch, your eyes lingering on what seems like a dot down there the entire time.Â
âMy boyfriend jumped as well, a couple of times actually.â Someone says beside you and you don't look, you can't as your eyes stay on Jungkook. But from the voice, her accent tells you she's local. âIf it makes you feel better, no accidents happened here. A few people threw up but that's it.â
You offer her a nervous chuckle, not really thinking Jungkook will be throwing up. In the worst case scenario, he would want to jump again.Â
âSee?â She stands closer, taking a closer look as they start pulling him up and you sigh in relief. âYour boyfriend is safe. Is he the throwing up type?â
You finally glance at her, seeing her tan face and curly hair surrounding it.Â
âHe's not my boyfriend,â you tell her, âHe's my best friend. Psycho best friend it seems.â
She laughs but her eyes linger on you, looking as if she doesn't believe you. You subtly roll your eyes. You know exactly what she's thinking. You've seen that reaction many times before and by now, it no longer phases you.Â
Everything else becomes a white noise and the girl beside you is long forgotten as the cord springs back to its original space and with that, they pull Jungkook slowly up. They help him balance. Letting go of the railing, you wait for him to move aside so he's not that close to the edge as it's another person's turn.Â
But none of that matters and when Jungkook finds you at your original spot, he smirks. âMissed me?â
âYou idiot!â you curse, punching his chest before you hug him. He laughs, chest vibrating as he hugs you back.
âI would jump again but I wouldn't wanna give you a heart attack.â
You smack him again, giving the girl that still stands there a knowing look. Jungkook's eyes move toward her for a moment, wondering who she is but his attention is back at you as you breathe out loudly.Â
âYou're crazy, you know that?â
He shrugs, effortlessly running his fingers through his hair. âI'm crazy about a lot of things.â
Rolling your eyes, you nudge your head toward the exit before he changes his mind and you'll be charged for a murder. âLet's go.â
He listens, but not before he tickles your side for a good measure, earning another smack.Â
He's a crazy idiot for making you worry like that.
âAwww, you were so worried about your Kookie?â
Baring your teeth at Taehyung's huge grin that displays on Jungkook's phone screen, he's a lucky person that you're currently sitting at one of the restaurants near the beach. There are too many people for you to tell him to fuck off.Â
You knew the moment Jungkook decided to accept the video call, they would have a field day. Honestly, they make the situation way more dramatic than it was. Luckily for them, you know your friends and their annoying teasing that is purely raged by your annoyed reactions. It's what makes their eyes lit up until you put a stop to their charades.Â
That's what you get for being the only woman in your inner and close circle.Â
You glare at Jungkook, non-verbally asking him do you see what you did?
As always, Taehyung asked about your day and since he can't be a part of it, he likes to hear details. He doesn't mind it, as he assured you many times. You still feel bad that he can't be here with you. Jimin too.
And luckily for Jungkook, he briefly mentioned you almost shit your pants when you saw him actually doing it. He wasn't really making fun of you, until Taehyung took the matters into his hands and turned it into a teasing battle that you're a victim of.Â
You lean toward the table where Jungkook holds his phone, facing you as he watches your interaction with Taehyung with amusement sparkling in his eyes. âFuck both of you,â you whisper, making sure Taehyung hears it.Â
He does.
It makes his grin even bigger.Â
âYou should've seen him. He jumped upside down.â
âIsn't that what people do when they bungee jump?â Taehyung asks, met with another huff coming out of you.
âYes, but dozens of people before him didn't jump upside down.â you inform him with a sass, seeing him put his hands up in surrender.
âHonestly, you're like an old married couple. You scold him and he fucking enjoys it.â
Rolling your eyes, you adjust the napkin that's sitting on your lap. It's getting dark now. Until the adventurous day, you wanted to have a calm dinner by the beach. Tomorrow's plan is to enjoy at least a half of the day there, relaxing. No adrenaline sports.
âAre you even scared of anything?â you ask Jungkook, lifting up both your brows.
âI'm scared of many things.â
âYeah and you're one of them.â Taehyung butts in. Jungkook rolls his eyes and so do you.
âYou guys make it seem as if I torture you on daily basis.â
âWell, you can be scary sometimes.â
âYou know what, Tae?â you press your lips together in a fake smile.
âWhaââ
You don't give him a chance to respond, ending the call. Jungkook snickers, pulling his phone to him as he checks the screen. You sit back with a satisfied smile.
âYou know Tae⊠He would tease shit out of everyone and everything.â
âOh, you're not so innocent either.â you point out with a chuckle.
He frowns, momentarily pausing as he reads out a message. âHe just texted meâfucking rude.â
âSend him a kissing emoji, he's gonna know it's me.â
Jungkook shakes his head with a chuckle, typing something there. He locks his phone, putting it away as it has become a strict and unsaid rule to not have phones when you're out. To be honest, it happened naturally and you're guessing, both of you want to enjoy this time without the internet. Unless it's to make calls of course.
âBesides, you were shaking when I danced on the table. You were practically shitting your pants back thenâdo you see me teasing you for it?â
He frowns, âWhen?â
âThe NYE party? Jin's cabin?â
Quiet follows for a moment as the mention of one of the very significant nights comes to the surface. Not even the waves in the background can wash out the slight odd vibe in the air. So much happened there.
âYou remember that?â
âFaintly, but Taehyung filled me in.â you shrug.
âThat was different,â he simply says.
âDifferent how? I was having fun and you begged me to come down.â
âYes, because you were wasted out of your ass. I had all safety measures taken care of, while you were dancing, wasted wearing heels.â
You purse your lips.
âSo don't compare those two.â
He doesn't sound angry, he's strictly informative and you wonder what he's so defensive about. Perhaps the memories from that night aren't exactly pleasant. You might've looked like you were having the time of your life, but you were going through hell back then.Â
âDamn, alright. Point taken.â you mutter, seeing him roll his eyes but his lips crack a grin.
âJust don't dance on the table this time.â
âWhy would I do that?â you laugh.
âTo get back at me.â
It's silly. You wouldn't do that and he knows that. There it is. It's the innocent teasing you've missed. Innocent. That's what you need.Â
You still reach toward the wine glass as you gulp it down. A tight smile is the last thing you offer Jungkook before you dig into your meal.
It's the next and second day of you officially being here.Â
Over the short period of your stay, it's crazy to realize how used to you've become to the new world around you. You and Jungkook have fallen into the routine of waking up without any alarm, not bothering yourselves to set one so you could do as many things as you can during your stay.Â
Both of you relax and let things happen naturally, with a bit of planning because you still want to have fun and experience fun things. It's not hectic at all.Â
Jungkook drags you to learn how to surfboard and while he's a natural talent (another of course), you're having just as much fun even though you're nowhere near Jungkook's level. You taste the most delicious food until you can't eat anymore, worrying you're going to have a stomach ache if you won't stop at the right time.
Now you're laying on the beach blanket with eyes closed, listening to the waves that are always there.Â
Jungkook has gone to grab you some alcohol free drinks, cold drinks, after you both agreed on having them. It's been a while since he left, so you crack your eyes open and squint at the bright sun even though you've been lying in the shade.Â
You look around. A part of people playing beach volleyball, tanning or swimming in the water, you don't spot him right away. Until you would recognize his figure everywhere and from miles away. He's bringing his drink with him, staring at the sand under his bare feet and you can't help but watch him the entire time.Â
His hair is still a bit wet from swimming that he decided on earlier. Jungkook knows how to relax and you've seen him relaxing more than ever here. However, he still needs to get active somehow so every few minutes, he decides to do something. It's quite laughable and adorable, considering he would be lifting weights if he was back at home.Â
He's passing by the volleyball court that someone provisionally made and entertained a bunch of tourists that were looking for a bit of sport and fun. You're supposed to go jet skiing with Jungkook tomorrow, so you will save that later and just bask in the sun for now.Â
Your thoughts fade away just as they naturally came when you spot a group of girls, calling out to Jungkook which stops in his tracks and looks at them with curious eyes. His mouth stretches into a smile as he nods, looking around with drinks in his hand until one of the girls points toward the little table next to their deck chairs. He sets it there carefully before he pats his hands over his swim trunks. Another girl eagerly hands him something which you soon realize is a phone.
They pose for him as Jungkook snatches a few pictures of them. Sitting in the distance for a good minute, he keeps taking pictures of them as they pose in typical poses with the beach and sea behind them.Â
It's pointless to mention they're all wearing bikinis. You're not one to judge and you would never criticize their bodies but shit, they all look good and definitely stand out with their different body types. They're hot and you don't have to be a man to conclude that.Â
They chat for a while and you hate yourself for growing slightly annoyed at Jungkook's absence and clear interest in whatever conversation they have. Minutes seem like hours and you look away, watching your surroundings. God, you're pathetic. You act as if your eyes don't move in their direction every now and then.Â
Until you're staring at the sea in front of you and notice Jungkook's nearing. He sets your drinks down. âHere you go, but be careful when drinking. It's cold.â
Cold? All the ice probably melted until you stopped chatting with the girls.
Pressing your lips together, you nod understandingly and take a sip so you bite your tongue and don't say something that could spiral into any sort of confrontation. What's the deal? You're not even mad at him. You're mad at him for being bothered.Â
It's okay. They just wanted a group photo and Jungkook was passing by. No big deal.Â
You sigh, giving him a smile as you look at the nice pink colors your strawberry drink's having.
âI met some girls on my way here. They're about to play volleyball. They ask me to join, you wanna join too?â
You freeze for a second, only your eyes sending him a glance. Of fucking course.
Can you blame them though? Jungkook's hot and has been catching women's gazes every time he comes out. They're shooting their shots and who are you to stand in their way? You've learned from your past mistakes when it came to Ester or another girl in Jungkook's life. Plus, you're on a vacation and they're strangers.
âNah, you go. I'm gonna sit here and fangirl.â
He lifts his brow, âYou sure?â
âYeah.â
He eyes you suspiciously. âI'll stay if you want me to.â
You give him a dumbfounded look. âI'm not your mother, Kook. Go have fun.â you chuckle.
âAlright.â he nods, standing up. âI'll be right there if you need anything.â
âI'm all good,â you assure him. âGo kick their asses.â
He laughs, shaking his head. âThey're girls, Y/N.â
He heads back to them, unaware when you mutter under your breath; âSo?â
At first, you thought there's no reason for you to dig deeper in things that don't matter and would show overtime. You've stuck to your own little world, relaxing and checking your phone every now and then. You've also watched the volleyball game.Â
Interesting to watch, you may say.Â
Jungkook's in his element and you're not exactly talking about the female audience around him. Some guys joined them too and you soon realize they know the girls, or at least are familiar with them. Jungkook's team is winning. No doubt there and you find yourself smiling whenever he shoots, and the ball hits the sand on the opposite side of the other team. You silently cheer for him.
For a second you think of recording him and sending it to Jimin and Taehyung. But knowing Taehyung, he would thirst over the women playing the game rather than the real meaning of the video. Perhaps you're a bit selfish because you definitely don't need to hear about how hot those women are. Because that's what they are.Â
They're women.
But you should've expected this to happen. It's what you maybe wanted to happen. It's a great opportunity to fully move on. There will be many occasions and situations like this. You shouldn't be mad.
So why the fuck your lips turn downwards like you've been kicked to the stomach?
Jungkook comes back after running with everyone to the water to freshen up. He yells something to them when walking out of the sea, grinning from ear to ear. You feel like an idiot. How can you be so bothered when he seems happy?
âHey, they want to jet ski for a bit. You wanna join?â
Jet skiing is fun, you would go but you stop yourself from nodding because of your own partially selfish reasons. âNo, you go.â
âI know we're supposed to go tomorrow and we willââ
âKook, it's no big deal,â you laugh, âWe can go tomorrow.â
âYou sure you don't wanna go? They're all nice.â
You're sure they are.
âMaybe I will join you later or something.â
âThey wanna play volleyball again, so you can join, then.â
âYeah, sure.â you smile, giving him a thumbs up as he gulps more of the drink until it's finished.Â
You wave at him as he joins them again, going to rent the jets. You sigh, groaning silently at yourself. A part of you wanted to join them just to stick with Jungkook. It's okay for him to have fun with someone else.
Your throat feels tight when you see the woman sticking to his side. Her caramel skin glistens under the sun rays and she looks straight out of any male fantasy. You've seen so many different models coming from your model agency, but this one takes the cake and you're not sure if she's a model.Â
Her curves are thicker than the models you usually see. She's wearing a revealing bikini, her breasts almost spilling out of the bra but it's not because of that. It's because she's gorgeous. She's different from Kiko. She's different from you.
You would guess she might not be Jungkook's type. But then he looks down at her, smiling widely as he fastens her vest and something kicks inside you.Â
âHeyââÂ
Your head moves quickly toward the male with full on abs, nearing you carefully as he chuckles when you give him a glare.
âThe guyâJungkook?â he stops for a moment, âHe told us you're his friend.â
Friend. That stings for a split second.
âI am, and?â
He chuckles, not put off by your raised brow and dangerous eyes. The man's skin is tanned and his dark wet hair is pushed back, showing you his sharp jawline.Â
âAnd I wanted to check on you and ask if you really don't wanna join.â
Oh god, he must think you're some kind of introvert that avoids all social interactions. Little does he know you did it for your and Jungkook's sake.Â
You glance back at them, Jungkook sitting on a jet ski as the girl sits behind him, hugging him from behind. Your throat goes dry and you swallow down the lump that suddenly appears there.
âOfficially, you don't have to if you doââ
You roll your eyes at the familiar sentence and you grow slightly annoyed at that. You brush any sand that might appear on your moisturized skin.Â
âY'know what? I was starting to get bored.â
His smile grows and he looks you up and down. Not in the disgusting and perverted way, but in an almost challenging way as he smirks.Â
âWhat about my things though?â you look down at your phone.Â
âWe can leave it in the bar there. They always look after our things when we do stuff like this.â
âAlways?â
âWe're here for the third time.â
âWe.â
âSome of our friends. But we always meet someone new too, so they join us.âÂ
Just like Jungkook right now.Â
âOh, so you're the friendly type?â
He chuckles, âNot always. Just for specific people.â
And then there's the look in his eyes. Challenging and telling you more than his lips are. Oh god. He's flirting with you.Â
You grab your and Jungkook's phones, not wanting them to get stolen. When you straighten and balance yourself, he holds out his hand for you to take. You slap his hand, brushing past him. âLet's go.â
You hear his amused chuckle behind you as he guides you toward the bar. After your stuff is taken care of and the staff is obviously familiar with him, you join the others.Â
âGuys, someone's gonna join us after all.â He calls out and you realize you don't know his name.
Jungkook is in the middle of conversation, grinning as he looks up curiously. His smile falls when he spots you and you almost lift your brow at him.Â
âCool!â
âGreat!â
âI'm Nat, what's your name?â
All kinds of questions and reactions are thrown at you. Welcoming and warm which you're glad for.
You introduce yourself, feeling a hand on the back of your back, not going any lower out of respect as the man who brought you here, guides you to one of the jets.Â
âMind sharing this one with me, Y/N?â he asks, handing you the vest.Â
âNo,â you say lightly and feigning innocence. âDo you?â
âOf course not.â
âYou could at least tell me your name. Y'know, in case something happens to me.â
âWhat's fun in that?â
âSo you're also the mysterious type?â Cocking your brow at him in challenge, he smirks.Â
âGabriel.â
He excuses himself for a minute, to grab his own vest as you put the one he handed you on.Â
âI thought you didn't wanna go.â Jungkook suddenly says, standing right in front of you. He lightly nudges your hands as he helps you to fasten up your vest.Â
You stare at him, âChanged my mind.â
âYou could've told me. Wanna ride with me?â
âYou already have someone to ride with.â you tell him, chuckling as you're trying your best to appear light and carefree.
âI see you do too. Doesn't mean we can change it up.â
You shrug, âHe offered.â
He frowns, his eyes dropping all over your face as they stop on your lips for a quick moment. âSo, you cool with that?â
âYeah,â you say, swallowing. âIt's okay to meet new people.â
His eyes snap to yours. He watches you, causing you to almost squirm in his never flattering eye contact. âWhat do you mean?â
Fuck, you should've stay silent.Â
âWell, we talked about this earlier. We're notâit's probably for the best.â
You watch his tongue poke the inside of his cheek, a knowing look crossing over his features as he momentarily looks away before he chuckles. He rubs his nose as he backs away.Â
âOkay.â
Him going back to the woman, watching her arms around his waist when they haven't even set off yet, is not the most disturbing feeling. As Gabriel joins you and you sit in the same position like Jungkook and the woman, you can't help but realize that none of this seems okay.
a/n: Oh god. It's already out! It's been a while since I wrote an author's note & to be honest, there's so much that I wanna say. At first, I wasn't really sure what â minus of course to thank you for your understanding and patience which unfortunately doesn't involve everyone. I'm glad that this chapter is finally out! To think it was supposed to be out in summer (and it's already close to winter đ„Ž) and even earlier than that, is insane!!Â
I don't wanna go into too much detail and make this a/n too long, most of you probably have been hanging around for a while to know everything that has happened since the last update. Life has been busy but I don't think about it negatively, even tho it obviously affects my writing schedule. I needed the hectic lifestyle. Sometimes I felt too exhausted, but I would rather take something positive from it than think of it negatively, especially since I wasn't in a good space before.Â
I wanna apologize for taking so long. I know y'all have been waiting. For me, it didn't even feel that long which shows just how quickly everything has been happening in my life. There are so many things that affected it and I could literally make a list (lol) but I'm sure most of you know a good amount of it, since I've been as honest as I could've been. I know I couldn't control 99% of how busy I got. There were times when I wanted to write badly but I barely could even think of it. There were also times when I could've found inspiration and time, but then one look at my Wattpad profile or my inbox made me just lock my phone and do other things.Â
I don't want to make this a/n to give off a negative vibe, because there is so much to be happy about, but I just wish some people could be more understanding. Some of them have been extremely toxic, not making it any easier for me. I'm slightly sad to admit that if it wasn't for my passion and love for this story, I probably would just pack it off because the hate and messages I got are insane. I know me saying this won't change anything â I've tried multiple times. But please for love of God, stop pressuring writers and gaslight them, or many other unnecessary and disgusting things.
But putting this aside, I wanna thank everyone who's shown me love and support â made all of this worth it. I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, there is more to come and I've already started working on the next one. Please, don't ask when and how much. I don't know. I'll do my best. My goal is to post at least once a month, but this doesn't mean it will happen. I've learned not to plan much because I don't wanna disappoint anyone. So I'll just work on my stories privately and once I have something to share, I'll inform you đ
So, yeah, that's it guys! I'm glad to be back with another chapter and hopefully, there won't be such a long wait anymore! I really wish this won't happen again for multiple reasons. Thank you for cheering me on and letting me know there are such great readers like you. I'll be forever thankful. During this story and after it finishes as well!
If you've enjoyed this chapter, please consider buying me a coffeeâïž: https://ko-fi.com/personasintro ⥠Teaser for 59 along with a special unfinished scene (that didn't make it in 58) will be posted there!
goal:Â 2k notes đ
© đ©đđ«đŹđšđ§đđŹđąđ§đđ«đš (đ§đš đ«đđ©đšđŹđđŹ đšđ« đđ«đđ§đŹđ„đđđąđšđ§đŹ đđ«đ đđ„đ„đšđ°đđ) | đđđ§đ§đđ« đđ«đđđąđ: @kithtaehyung
#networkbangtan#ksmutclub#ficswithluv#btswritingcafe#bts smut#bts fluff#bts angst#jungkook x reader#bts au#jungkook fanfic#jungkook smut#mutual help#personasintro
9K notes
·
View notes
Note
OMGOMGOMGOGM MAY I PLEASE REQUEST THIS WITH LIKE READER AND LILY AND READER CAN BE PAIRED WITH WOLFSTAR MAYBE AND SO LILY AND READER R GOING CRAZY RIGHT BUT THEN ALSO JAMES AND SIRIUS R GOING BALLISTIC AND REMUS IS JS LIKE......yeah im not gna catch a break my entire life
you may request that! but also I threw in an extra character for you <3
poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who tell jegulily they're pregnant {too} [662 words]
CW: pregnancy fic, background jegulily, chaos and friendship, Remus and Regulus only pretend they don't love each other and their partners
Remus released the breath heâd been holding and felt something unclench in his being when he finally heard happy squealing.
You and Sirius both knew Remus would have liked to wait just a little bit longer to start telling people you were pregnant, and for the most part, you were. But the only people the two of you couldnât stand not sharing the news with was, of course, James (Sirius) & Lily (you). And, well, Remus didnât mind (his own best friend, mind you) Regulus knowing too if that meant the two of you each got to tell your person.Â
It was under the guise of a small housewarming party for James, Regulus, and Lily who moved into a new flat a mere five-to-seven minute walk from the lot of you. It was just the two partnerships in attendance; intimate, Lily had called it.Â
It was nearing the holidays, so it wasnât completely absurd for you to show up with a small gift bag in your hand, Sirius and Remus bringing a bottle of wine that only the three of you knew you wouldnât be sharing.
You and Lily had stepped out onto the small balcony that overlooked the cobblestone streets below, and Remus fought every urge to bring you a blanket (or three); your little gift bag in hand.Â
A few minutes later, there was squealing.
Remus made eye contact with Sirius across the table then who shared a knowing and slightly emotional smile with his boyfriend, but it was James who laughed and spoke up first.
âShe must have shared the good news.â
Sirius and Remus chuckled before they really comprehended what James had just said.Â
âWait, what?â Sirius asked, and Regulus snorted at him, though he was sharing an equally knowing yet emotional smile with James.Â
The sliding door to the balcony was flung open unceremoniously as the two of you came careening in without bothering to shut it behind you. The boys all stood from the hightop table, ready to partake in the celebration - James even opening up his arms in wait for a hug from either one of you - only for both of you to nearly slip in your socks on the hardwood flooring of their new flat as you veered the corner and took off down the hall.Â
The men stared down the hall where the two of you had disappeared; no sooner did they hear a cabinet door shut did more squealing start up again.Â
âWhat-â Regulus started, but Sirius cupped his hands over his mouth.
âNo way!âÂ
You and Lily appeared in the kitchen then; flushed, eyes glassy and excited, and simply beaming at the group.Â
âWeâre pregnant.â The two of you chorused.
âWellâŠI hardly think you had anything to do with it, Y/N.â Regulus began skeptically, earning him a swat up the back of the head from Sirius.
âShe means weâre pregnant too, numpty.â
âTOO!?â James shrieked, basically shoving Lily (his pregnant partner) out from where heâd yanked her under his arm to bodily throw himself at his best mate. âYouâre pregnant too!?â
âYes! Oh my God! Weâre going to have tiny built in best friends!â Sirius cheered as he and James all but jumped up and down in each otherâs arms.
Remus looked over to see you and Lily in a similarly aggressive embrace; both with tears down your faces as you laughed and squealed and congratulated each other with sentences that didnât exactly sound like a comprehensible language to Remus but the two of you seemed to understand just fine.
He looked over at Regulus who was warily taking in the sight before him as well, seeming to come to the same conclusion as Remus.
âOh dear god, what have we done?â He whispered out in one breath.
Remus took a steadying breath as he looked back to his two partners; both with their personâs, each of their personâa with them. âWe might have made a terrible, terrible, lovely, wonderful, adorable mistake.â
#marauders era#marauders au#marauders fanfiction#reader insert#self insert#remus lupin#sirius black#poly!wolfstar#poly!wolfstar x reader#poly!wolfstar x you#poly!wolfstar imagine#poly!wolfstar fic#poly!wolfstar blurb#poly!wolfstar fluff#poly!wolfstar drabble#poly!wolfstar ficlet#pregnancy trope#pregnancy fic#background jegulily#ellecdc fics
447 notes
·
View notes
Text
KATSUKI BAKUGO; - you take a cat home... or not? crackïč ⧠Word count: 1.9 k
ïčwarnings: swearing :D
a/n: Okay, so this ended up longer than intended, just enjoy! I hope I get you to laugh a little ;) . Comment your thoughts and remember my asks and dm's are open!
You were in your home, chopping vegetables for your lunch. The day was sunny, and you were in a good mood. Your favourite music was playing in the background, while your rice was cooking. Suddenly, your phone rang, it was Izuku. You knew Katsuki was currently working on a case with him and Todoroki, so you instantly picked up to learn the news. Maybe they already captured the villain, and they could come over for lunch!
"Hello, Izuku! Is everything alright?" you asked cheerily.
"Oh, hi (Y/n)! Well, uhm-" he was interrupted by something that sounded like a hiss, "Ouch! Kacchan, stop it! Todoroki-kun, could you help?"
"Izuku?" you asked, starting to get concerned.
"Sorry, (Y/n)! It's just, well... Wekindofhaveasituationhere, beacusewe werefightingavillain, but, uh- shehadaveryunusualquirk, and, well uhm-"
Okay, when that man starts to mumble, something is definitely wrong. If something happened, he better talk now.
"Izuku Midoriya, you have three seconds to spill it, before I pull a Katsuki on you" you practically ordered, your bubbly mood from before, long gone.
"Kaachan was turned into a cat!"
"What?!"
"Yeah, but don't worry, he's fine. Please come to the Agency! I swear we'll tell you more about it once you're here!"
"Oh, okay, alright. But is he fine?"
"He- he is! Just, please hurry? He's already scratched me like ten times..."
"I'm on my way" you hanged up and turned off the stove. Grabbed your keys, your phone and instantly headed out.
You made it to the Agency in record time and got as swiftly as you could out of the car and into the building.
"Ms (Y/L/N)!", Sasaki, the receptionist called right after you entered, "they're waiting for you in Dynamight's office!"
"Thanks, Sasaki!" you nodded, and headed straight into the elevator. You pressed the button for Katsuki's office and waited.
While the elevator went up, the news finally dawned on you. Your boyfriend was turned into a cat! By a villain! God knows for how long!
The doors of the elevator finally opened, and you sprinted to your boyfriend's workspace. When you got there, you slammed the door open and were met by Izuku's and Todoroki's eyes.
"Where is he?" you said, without greeting them
"He is seated in his chair" Todoroki responded, nodding to the corresponding direction.
You walked slowly into the room, to take a look at your boyfriend. Then, you spotted a fluffy yellowish cat, with the grumpiest face, seated on an office chair.
And you barked a laugh.
Then, you turned around to meet, Izuku's and Todoroki's confused stares, which only made you laugh louder.
"Uhm, (Y/n), are you okay? Izuku asked, with a concerned tone
"Yeah, I'm fine! It's just-" you chuckled, wiping the tears that your laughter provoked, "I just can't believe Pro hero Dynamight got quirked into a cat! How the hell did it happen anyway?" you questioned between laughter, earning a hiss from the cat.
"Well, this villain is called âAnimaniacâ. At first, we thought it was just a villain who could talk with animals, and we thought she had let out the animals from the Zoo. But while fighting, we discovered she actually turns people into animals, and the ones that were roaming around the city, are people who got hit by the quirk." Todoroki explained.
"Yeah, and when we were fighting her, she was going to hit a little girl with her quirk, but Kaachan acted faster, and got hit with the quirk instead..." Izuku continued.
"Aw, Kats... You're so sweet for protecting the girl!" and then started chuckling, "You're such a nice Kat!" and roared a laughter once again; this time earning contained chuckles from the other two heroes.
"He is Cat-suki!" exclaimed a laughing Izuku, and in a swift movement, the cat jumped from where he was seated and started attacking Izuku with his claws.
You gasped and instantly went to help Izuku, while Todoroki just stood there watching the scene unroll. The chaos went on for a few moments until an accidental scratch made your skin sting.
"Ouch! Okay, that's enough" you grabbed Katsuki from the neck, how a mother cat would take her kitten, and embraced him.
Finally, Izuku shook off the fur that got stuck in his clothes, breathing from relief. You sighed.
âSo, tell me⊠Did you take him to the police or the doctors yet?â
âWe went to the hospital, where the police met us. They told us the quirk was not going to last, long, but they took Bakugoâs hero costume to follow up the investigation.â Todoroki explained and you nodded in understanding.
âGood. So, Iâll take Katsuki home, and Iâll see you guys around?â
âYes, (Y/N)! Take care! And please keep us updated if anything happens!â Izuku said, waving goodbye.
âSure! See you!â
âBye, (Y/N). Take care.â Todoroki said with a smile as you closed the office door behind you.
You made your way into the elevator, once you were alone with Katsuki, you spoke.
âSorry for teasing you, itâs just such a funny situation.â The cat looked up as you continued, âDo you want to get in my purse? Or do you want me to keep carrying you?â the cat blinked.
âIâll just carry you, then. I donât want you getting stomped on, or kidnapped, or anythingâ. Just then, the elevator opened, and you walked to the exit.
âBye, Sasaki!â you addressed the receptionist as you quickly passed by her place. You didnât wait for an answer, since you were sure Katsuki would like to avoid any type of attention towards his cat form.
Once you were out of the building and inside your car, you spoke to Katsuki again,
âKats, stay in my lap. Iâll just put the sit belt for both of usâ, Katsuki blinked at you and did as you said, while you clicked the belt, covering both of you.
You started driving home, and the stillness of Katsuki made you slightly concerned.
âI know you canât speak right now, but I feel like youâre acting a little weird. Do you feel okay? If youâre getting motion sickness, meow two timesâ he stayed silent.
A few more minutes passed until you pulled over in your driveway. You took off your sit belt and carried Katsuki inside your home.
His silence was making you believe he was mad that you made fun of him in front of his friends, so you put him in the kitchen aisle and said,
âHey, Kats. Iâm really sorry for teasing you. I know you must be feeling so unlike yourself right now, and you must not be in the mood to be make fun of. Iâll make it up to you, âkay? Iâll cook lunchâ you offered him a smile.
Then, you put your apron on and continued the cooking you had started before all the chaos. When you poured the ingredients in the pan, the smell of the food seemed to content Katsuki, so he got off the counter and started to rub his head around your feet.
âIâm almost finished, babe. Just know that I didnât cook it with spice this time, we donât know if youâll be as resistant in this formâ.
âWhat form?â the voice made you jolt, you looked to the cat to see if he could talk, but then you spotted him.
Katsuki was standing near the entrance.
âWhat? Babe get behind meâ you picked up the cat and put it behind your figure, as you took the knife you used to chop the vegetables and pointed it to the human Katsuki.
âBabe? Whatâs wrong?â he eyed the cat âWhy is there a cat?â the confusion in his eyes was evident.
âDo not get closer or Iâll call the police!â you threatened when he tried to get closer.
âWhat the fuck, (Y/N)? Why are you acting so weird? Did you get hit it he head? Let me check if you have a concussion-â he took a couple steps towards you before you interrupted,
âI do not have a concussion! I just, how are you there? I donât understand!â your voice sounded more exasperated than you wished.
Katsuki recognized you were starting to panic at the situation, so he had to make you calm down before anything escalated.
âOkay, Iâll prove to you that it is me.â He hummed, as he thought about a memory only the two of you knew, âRemember when we had our first date and you were laughing very hard, and then I hugged you and-â
âStop! Okay, I get it, itâs you!â you tossed the knife to the counter and sighed.
âNow that itâs settled⊠Care to explain why youâre acting like a maniac?â
âI still donât get why thereâs two of you, is the effect of the quirk gone?â Katsukiâs eyes grew even wider.
âWhat quirk? There is no other me, are you sure you didnât hit your head, freak?â he then went and took your head in his hands, hunching slightly to analyse your face.
âThe quirk that hit you! The one that turned you into a cat? Do you not remember? We can call Izuku and TodorokiâŠâ
âWhat? Okay, explain everything to me.â You narrated everything that happened since you received the call, the story that the two heroes told you and how you ended up with a cat.
âThose bastards pranked you. Iâm gonna fucking Howitzer them into their next lifetime; see if they reincarnate in a cat, tch" he said as he hugged you. He rested his head in yours.
âI canât believe I got pranked on by Izuku and freaking Shoto! How could I fall for that?!â
âYouâre a dumbassâ he chuckled âEven the name they made up for the villain sounded fake as fuck, and I wasn't even working with them today!â
âThey were really convincing, I swear! Even the cat attacked Izuku, I really thought it was you!â
âHe attacked him? We should keep it!â
âBy the way, where is he?â you broke the embrace to search for the cat and caught him eating the food directly from the pan. You sighed.
âWhat should he call him?â Katsuki asked.
âWeâre keeping him for real?â you asked surprised.
âYes, whatever. He seems to like your food, and if he doesnât like Deku, then itâs a plus.â You smiled while rolling your eyes.
âThen we should call him âLord explosion!â Katsuki scoffed.
âShut up. At least I didnât confuse that cat with you and then proceeded to act like a nut case once I saw you.â
âStop! We are so gonna get back at them for this. But I think we need to take care of Lord explosion firstâŠâ the cat was digging in one of your plant pots, which he then used as a litter boxâŠ
âOh shit! Literal shit!â
Bonus: Sometime later that day...
âDo you think theyâll adopt the cat?â Izuku asked Todoroki. They were patrolling together. âYes. But Iâm sure once (Y/N) discovers that we lied, she will personally come to scold usâ. âBut we did it for a good cause! How else would they have taken the cat?â âIâm just surprised she fell for it, and found it amusing evenâŠâ Todoroki said in a thoughtful voice. Then, Izukuâs phone rang. It was your number. âWhat do we do?â Izukuâs nervousness evident in his voice. âIâll answerâ Shoto took the phone from Izukuâs hand and tapped the screen to speak with you, âYes?â âCount your seconds, because we're coming for you two, including Lord explosionâ then you hung up. âTheyâre adopted himâ Todoroki shrugged and gave the phone to Izuku. Then, they continued their patrol, watching out for any other civilian or pet in need.
#bakugo x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou katsuki#bakugou x reader#katsuki x reader#katsuki x you#bnha#bnha bakugo katsuki#bnha x reader#mha#my hero academia#katsuki bakugou#katsuki bakugo fanfiction#katsuki bakugo fluff#crack fic
823 notes
·
View notes
Text
It's not that I hate fanon or that I think fanon is inherently less intelligent or morally wrong, but a LOT of fanon is based in racism, misogyny, and classism that I feel like a lot of you accept without question.
WHY is Duke (Daredevil, son of a god, has never once allowed himself to be defined by anyone's actions but his own) relegated to a background role, only characterized by reacting to the whims of other bats?
Why is Babs - Birds of Prey leader and backbone of the hero society, tells Bruce to fuck off and die 4 times a day and is constantly ruining her relationships by being biased and unhinged - Gotham bound, the mature responsible mom of the group who never argues with Bruce and never gets in trouble?
Why is Dick, both a tactical genius and master manipulator, a himbo only appreciated for his sex appeal? Especially when he is both Romani (group of people demonized and condemned as hypersexual by their nature alone) and an SA victim.
WHY is Damian "feral" and "uncivilized" despite being raised as a literal prince? Half of you treat him like a sociopath with no hope of redemption for an unfunny three second joke and the other half of you go full throttle into Bruce's white savior bullshit so that Damian can be "redeemed". Y'know when you're not villainizing Talia and acting like Dick is his other parent, actually.
WHY is Stephanie - extremely intelligent detective who can't stand Bruce and has a living mother she loves - lumped in as another member of the Batfam, a blonde ditz who only cares about prank wars and emotionally supporting Tim?
WHY is Cass - intelligent, a grown adult, suicidal perfectionist - emotionally intelligent, primarily existing to support the characters around her, immediately accepting of everyone she meets regardless of her own morals?
Why is Bruce the golden standard? Enough so that though everyone in the fandom could agree that he's an emotionally unstable wreck, being considered "the most like him" is seen as a compliment and not the HIGHEST insult? Everyone would agree if I said that Bruce purposely self sabotages his relationship half the time and the other half he simply does things without caring about the emotional impact it will have on people because he has to be the smartest in the room, but if I said that makes him a shit partner and emotionally abusive parent the fandom would bend over backwards to argue with me.
Why is Tim "the best Robin" when Dick Grayson invented the mantle, it is impossible for someone to embody the spirit of Robin better than him because he made it and he created what being Robin means. Maybe Tim is the best in Bruce's eyes, but what Robin means and who has the right to give it over was a significant thing they argued about. Tim the high school drop out, and yet also somehow the smartest? Tim "the most like Bruce" except no he's not, that's Cass. Poor neglected, abused, victimized little Timmy (the rich boy at the elite boarding school with loving albeit busy parents and almost every instance of him being victimized by another character has either been racist bullshit - The Al Ghuls and Rose Wilson- or a complete 180 for the character that made no sense when examined through the lens of prior characterization - Jason for instance.)
Almost every fanon trope that gets passed around like gospel seems to deliberately push POC characters and women into the background and strip them of interesting complex traits and stories, usually for the purpose of fitting them all into bite sized incorrect quote character types and uncomplicated narrative roles that are not only completely divergent from canon, but primarily exist to prop up the two rich white boys.
Also the insistence that Bruce, a 20 year old at the time, should actually be excused for how much he mentally and emotionally fucked Dick up because really they're more like siblings! While deciding that Dick at the same age was actually the perfect candidate to be Damian's new parent/guardian...have you lost the fucking plot you don't even make sense to yourselves.
Okay I lied at the beginning, I do hate fanon. You guys are so uncritical about the media you consume it is BEYOND just letting people enjoy things and have fun. I guess it's one thing if you KNOW this stuff isn't canon and UNDERSTAND why these tropes are problematic and you engage with it as such, it's fine read and write what you want, but just spreading the same nonsense around and parading it around as "better than canon" (version of the character so bland and boring you've somehow made the old white men at DC look like geniuses in the art of representation) is just infuriating.
#I didn't talk about Jason because every other post I make is about how bad fanon has fucked him up#and I would have mentioned Helena but honestly her being pushed out of the family is more a matter of people not reading comics#I wouldn't consider Jason her âreplacementâ accept in the moral philosophy department#wherein Helena feels an inherent guilt that Jason simply doesn't#and while Helena is firmly an anti hero Jason is willing to kill heroes if it means accomplishing his goals#I do think there's something to be said about his fanon relationship to Bruce and Cass#that directly replaces Helena's actual canon relationships though#If any of you bring up the Catholic Jason headcanon I'll kill you#I made posts about that already she did not trademark Catholicism#dc#canon vs fanon#bruce wayne#dick grayson#damian wayne#stephanie brown#cassandra cain#Barbara Gordon#duke thomas#tim drake#It IS really weird how you guys keep giving Bette Kanes actual canon identity to random people#like damn you couldn't even do a cursory Google search before you gave Wally or Tim or w/e her mantle
286 notes
·
View notes
Text
I actually think the little glimpses we get into the witches in Episode 6 are super cool, even if they are short:
Lilia sees William--an innocent boy with a tragic future--and despite clearly trying and failing to prevent tragedy over and over for centuries, her first instinct is to try and protect him with a sigil. She may scoff at witch stereotypes and seem strange and apathetic ("Death comes for us all"), but it says a lot that she wants to protect William, and reaches for this bit of crude, amateur witchcraft to do it.
No wonder Billy/William feels so close to Alice! Yes, when they went on the Road, Alice was the kindest and most willing to engage with him. But she was also the first person on the scene to try and save his life! If you look in the background of the shot, there are no other police cars; Alice is the only one who stopped. (It makes sense she couldn't make it as a cop, honestly--she's too much of a good person.)
Relatedly, I love Lorna's ballad playing in the background of Billy's discovery, further reinforcing this closer connection he feels to Alice. It's not the sacred chant version that he finds written in Latin on the dark web somewhere; it's the version meant for Alice, meant not for magical power in and of itself, but not the power to protect and reach someone. Very cool parallels.
Agatha and Jen get very similar appearances in this episode (more fodder for my continuing insistence that they're two sides of the same coin, with matching sets of defense mechanisms). They don't show up in person; rather, Billy sees them through the perceptions of others and the performances they present of themselves. He sees Jen through her makeup YouTube page (amazing, 10/10) and Agatha through all of Internet/historical rumor. Billy looks up to the "flawless" version of Jen that she curates, but we know that's false. Likewise, he hears a whole bunch of stuff about Agatha, but that's also an inextricable tangle of fact and falsehood.
It's very funny to me that Alice is the only one who stands a chance of recognizing this kid, but also is the only one who would, even if Lilia hadn't put the sigil on him and Jen had met him in person. The others have simply lived too long and become too selfish (I say that nonjudgmentally, I love my selfish witches) to remember some skinny dude from three years ago. Maybe Alice clocked Billy as soon as she saw him, was like I'm glad you survived, and just never told anyone that she arrived on the scene of his near-death car crash that same day the weird magic bubble went down. I mean, that's a strange coincidence, but it probably doesn't matter, right? Meanwhile, Agatha's over there Machiavelli-style poking Teen to figure out what his deal is.
#agatha all along#agatha all along spoilers#alice wu gulliver#lilia calderu#jennifer kale#agatha harkness#billy maximoff#teen agatha all along
245 notes
·
View notes
Text
Shut Up and Kiss Me | Jeon Jungkook | Epilogue
Summary: Jungkook let's you work on his second single 3D but although he's singing this to girls all over he reminds you that you're the only one he wants Pairing: Backup Dancer Reader x Idol Jungkook (f2l they're honestly crackheads I love them) Word Count: 4.7K~ (barely edited per usual lmao) Warnings: Explicit language and smuuttt (he's so hot ya'll I can't) a/n: Kay this took me ling enough to get out but I figured it was about time since the main story hit 1K notes!!! Like what??? Ya'll are actually insane! Thank you so much and I hope you like the epilogue as much as you liked the first part đ«Ł p.s. This takes place partially during the 3D dance practice video so yeah I hope ya'll enjoy đ„° Be sure to read Shut Up and Kiss Me first đ
"Alright guys go ahead and take a break. Jungkook can you come here for a second?" the choreographer calls out.
"Y/n" Nari whispers, right in my ear scaring me half to death making me place my hand over my heart to ground myself. "Don't do that!" I whisper scream at her. "Not my fault you're staring girly I said your name like three times" she teases and I scoff before walking over to grab my water bottle.
"Am I not allowed to stare at my boyfriend?" I say cocking a brow at her after taking a drink of water. "You are but you also have to remember that your boyfriend is Jungkook and not everyone here knows that" she says, scolding me and bringing me back to reality.
"Hey" Jungkook says, jogging up to us. "What did he want?" I ask, nodding my head towards the head choreographer for this song. "Well..." he says rubbing the back of his neck. "Well what?" I ask, scared that theres something wrong.
"Well they wanted to tell me everyone is doing a great job and the formations are solid but..." he trails off again. "Jeon Jungkook if you trail off like that one more time I'm gonna have a heart attack now tell me what's wrong?" I scold, waiting for his answer.
"They said that we had good chemistry while we were dancing together" he starts off and I let out a breath, glad that it wasn't something major. "But maybe too much chemistry. They think it looks obvious that we're dating with the way we're interacting with each other verses the rest of the dancers" he says and grabs my water bottle out of my hand and starts chugging it nervously.
"Really?" I cringe, loving the fact that we show clear chemistry but also hating the fact that I haven't blended in like a background dancer should. "Yeah they kinda just told me to tone it down and asked me to tell you the same" he says, handing me my now empty water bottle, cringing as well at the notes that they had given.
"Well alright then I guess I'll try my best" I say, shaking my arms and legs real quick to physically shake off the pressure I had felt growing. "Yeah I will too" he says, nodding his head and smiling at my actions.
"What are you smiling at?" I ask, eyes narrowing, a playful scowl written all over my face. "You look cute when you're nervous" he compliments with a crooked smile and I roll my eyes, scoffing at his words.
Once I hear the choreographer call out to everyone to come back and I start to make my way over Jungkook grabs me by my wrist and pulls me back towards him making me fall on his chest. "What are yo-" I start but he kisses me right on the lips and dips me real quick causing all the dancers to gasp and cheer us on.
"Alright you two that's enough" the choreographer scold and Jungkook breaks the kiss and steadies me on my feet again. I take a deep breath, my breath literally being taken away from how sudden that was and how embarrassed I am on top of it.
He rests his forehead on mine and lets out a dry chuckle before I wack him on the bicep which happens to be on full display today with his white muscle shirt on. "Why did you do that?" I whisper scream to him, looking around at all the eyes that have started to trickle away from us and listen to the instructions for the next run through.
"Just because he said we couldn't show too much chemistry while we're dancing doesn't mean that we can't do it while we're not" he smirk, placing a kiss on the back of my hand before running over to the group that's gathered in the middle of the practice room.
I shake my head at him and make my way over on my own, wiping my lips to take away his messy saliva he left on them and when he sees me do so he pouts a bit before looking turning his attention to where it once was.
"What just happened?" Nari whispers when I walk up next to her. "Don't look at me, Jungkook did it. He said something about they said we were showing too much chemistry while dancing but we can when we're not. I don't know something like that" I mumble and she nods her head and goes quiet for a second to listen but breaks her silence again.
"You know all of us had to sign new NDAs today right?" she says and I turn to look at her, my brows scrunched together in confusion. "Really? But why didn't I have to?" I question and she laughs at the same time that the choreographer tells us to get in starting position.
"We signed them so that they made sure we would keep our mouths shut about you two" she winks and the two of us and two other of the girls line up behind Jungkook to get in formation, waiting for the music to start.
"You're kidding me right?" I whisper and she shakes her head, "Your name was on it and everything. They even highlighted it since you guys are the newest idol couple. Well a couple that includes an idol" she says, clarifying her wording unnecessarily.
"Okay I get it I get it" I say, and cover my face with both of my hands in embarrassment. No wonder everyone had been giving me weird looks today.
As Jungkook's voice blares through the speakers Nari and I compose ourselves and wait for our parts.
"I can't touch you through the phone" Jungkook starts, getting into his idol mindset and I get weak in the knees like I always do but take a deep breath and remember to maintain chemistry with him but not too much...
"When there's two dimensions..." he says and our eyes lock when we step into each other. 'He's so fucking hot' is the only thing I can process, my body on autopilot, following muscle memory and willing myself to stop thinking about him.
"So if you're ready, and if you let me" 'Trust me I've let him' I think, my mind wandering to the places I've let him- "See it, in motion, in 3D" he sings, his voice going in and out of my head as I follow the steps along with everyone else.
'Okay why don't I just focus on the other dancers? Yeah make sure our formations look well and our moves are in sync' I think to myself and go along with that.
"Body to body to body to body to body" comes through next and I push on his right shoulder while one of the others girls pushes on his left and I look at the way he's grabbing onto him, definitely a lot harder than she needs to me and I annoyingly take note of it.
"You give me brand new emotion, you got me drinkin' that potion" he says and I hold onto his shoulder while we all do this hip thrust thing. I don't know what the choreographer was thinking when he gave the girls this kind of a move but alright. Being next to him and holding onto his while he does it tho is um...well let's just say the flashbacks are a lot more vivid this time.
"I just wanna see you like that see you like that..." 'God I swear why did I start focusing on the other dancers? Now all I can think about are the girls and everything that goes along with this song and how Jungkook's voice and music dictates our every movement.
"'Cause you know how I like it girl" 'Yes Jungkook, I know how you like it, and you know how I like it. When is this song gonna be over? This is honestly some sick form of torture at this point. You know what, lemme just look at the staff, yeah the staff will be more or less harmless right?'.
When I look towards the staff though my eye catch Jungkook's in the mirror behind them and it takes everything in me to not stop dead in my tracks.
The look in his eyes is mesmerizing, promises of things we would never say aloud hidden behind that fiery stare and it brings me some form of comfort, knowing that although he's singing this song to women through out the world and with female dancers around him, I'm the only one he's got his eyes on. The one he's singing his song to.
I wonder if the reason he chose this song was because these might've been some of his thoughts and feeling for me when we weren't living in the same city, or weren't even on the same continent. Why do I have to keep on having these thoughts? I swear I'm just digging myself deeper.
"I had one girl, too boring" I hear Jack's voice come through and I roll my eyes, chancing a glare at Jungkook and I see him wince, remembering the scolding I gave him when he showed me the song for the first time.
"Am I not enough for you? Too boring?" I fumed. It was on a day when I had been feeling a little insecure to begin with and when he told me he had another song I had been excited to listen because he was excited to show me.
"Baby that Jack's verse, I swear I don't feel like that! You know I've loved you since I was little! I promise!" he pleads and I just end up giving him the silent treatment for the rest of the night but I let him cling to me and he apologized over and over again.
"We already asked him to rewrite his lyrics a few times and I felt bad asking him again" he says, placing his chin on my shoulder and arms wrapped around my waist, being positively attached to my hip.
I turn around to face him, still with his arms wrapped around my waist to make sure he's being honest with me.
"You sure you don't mean that?" I say, glaring up at him and he nods, the poutiest lips and the saddest doe eyes I've ever seen are granted to me along with his response. "Okay" I say, cupping his face and he closes his eyes leaning into my touch before I tap him twice on the cheek.
"Hey" he whines, scrunching his brows together, a new flavor of a pout on his face. "Just make sure that any more features you have on this album young man have to do with monogamy, you got that?" I say pointedly and he nods his head up and down violently.
"I promise! I'll make sure to tell the producers" he says and I hum in response, loving his panicked response. "Why couldn't his verse have been like Latto's?" I groan and try to walk away from him but he pulls me back.
"And what might you mean by that princess?" he says, taking on a whole new demeanor knowing exactly what I mean based off the explicit lyrics. "How they more or less kinda sorta are based off of a true story" I mumble, looking down at where he's pressed our bodies together and dying to get rid of these clothes already.
"Yeah? Which part? Maybe I should make sure it's completely based off of a true story hm?" he says, his hands slowly trailing his hands down from my waist grab my ass, pulling me even closer if possible.
I lean my head against his chest getting shy at the thought that he's keep his promise and he laughs at the cute gesture mixed with the explicit words that garnered this reaction.
"Is my girl getting embarrassed?" he taunts, placing a kiss on top of my head but still making no moves to take his hands off my ass. I whine and he laughs again and lets up, leaning back to try and catch my gaze.
"You know I love you right?" he asks and I hide my face even more, making sure he can't see how red it's gotten. I nod my head and mumble out a muffled 'love you too' but he's not satisfied by my answer and starts walking us backwards, the back of my knees hit the couch and as a result has me not so gracefully falling onto it.
"Since you're too embarrassed to say that you love me it guess I'll just have to make you scream it instead" he says leaving me biting my lip, my heart rate skyrocketing when he comes closer...
'So if you're ready, and if you let me, I wanna see it in motion in 3D' blares through the speaker one last time at the end of the song, all of the dancers going on with the choreography and Jungkook looking back at us, at me and he knows what's on my mind and smirks through the lyrics and I know I'm an absolute goner once we're alone together.
Why do all of these songs have to be so sexual? Every single time we're done with practice or he finishes up his own rehearsals it seems as though he can't wait to be alone with me. Not that I'm complaining but how can one man contain this much stamina.
When Latto said 'Seven days a week, Seven different sheets, Seven different angles I can be your fantasy' she really hit it right on the head.
'You know how I like it girl, 3D' finally closes out the song and everyone stops, panting in effort to catch our breaths can be heard throughout the room and a few of us dramatically fall to the floor in an effort to ground ourselves, including Jungkook.
"Alright everyone that's a wrap. We'll see you guys bright and early Monday morning with one last rehearsal before we fly out to film the music video. Thank you very much and get some rest because we've got a long week ahead of us" the choreographer says and we all clap for each other and get ready to grab our stuff to go.
Jungkook comes over and gives me a hand to help me up and I take it right away, not even having to put in any effort with him putting in all the work to get me back on my feet. "You done for the day?" I ask, seeing that look in his eye, knowing exactly what's bound to happen and as soon as he's about to open his mouth one of the staff members calls him over again.
"Meet me in my studio, this shouldn't take long" he whispers in my ear leaving me shuddering as he leaves me, not giving me even a second to answer before he's jogging over to said staff.
"I was gonna ask if you wanted to go home together but it looks like you've got other plans" Nari says, scaring me again for what is it the third time today? I look at her and she knows the answer already, rolling her eyes and placing a hand on my shoulder.
"Just don't get pregnant" she says, louder than I'd care to admit. "Nari!" I scold and she laughs, causing our little conversation to catch Jungkook's eye, granting me a wink in response but quickly switching back to a more professional demeanor.
"I'll see you later" she sings and I groan before picking up my dance bag and heading towards the locker rooms to shower. I'm thankful that they have these for us because I would hate to have to deal with being disgustingly sweaty just waiting for him to come back.
~~~~~
Once I finish up I make my way to Jungkook's studio where I see him sitting at his desk, hair still dripping a bit while he towel dries it a bit more.
"Thought I told you to wait here for me" he teases, draping the small towel around his neck before getting up to walk towards me, placing a hand on my waist and pulling me in to kiss him. I hum into the kiss, loving moments like these where we can openly be ourselves again.
"Didn't know how long they were gonna keep you so I took my time in there" referring to said shower and he kisses me again before taking my bag off my shoulder and throwing his towel in the little laundry basket by the door.
"Looks like you're gonna need another one soon though" he says, turning around and stalking towards me leaving me walking backwards until I stupidly back into his desk. "Is that a threat?" I ask, taking us back to that morning after.
"Thought by now you would know that I always keep my promises" he says and places his hand on my jaw, putting me at just the right angle to kiss me.
He starts slow, full of the longing and desire he had shown me when he was looking at me through that mirror and deepening the kiss, making me fall further and further into him.
Trailing my hands up his chest I bring them up to wrap my arm around his neck, trapping him against my lips while I use the other to run my fingers through his hair, making my nails drag along his scalp and pull at his locks just how he likes it leaving him groaning into the kiss.
"Tell me what you were thinking about during rehearsal" he says, pulling away from my lips before kissing me one last time and the trailing his lips down my neck. "I wasn't thinking about anything" I gasp when he bites down on my collarbone in response.
"Don't lie to me, I saw the way your eyes glossed over and how flustered you got when I finally caught your eye. Baby was having flashbacks wasn't she?" he teases, trailing his hands under the shirt I'm wearing which happens to be his.
I whimper when his hands cup my breasts, the warmth of his skin seeping through the pitiful excuse for a bra and he pinches one of my nipples as a punishment for not telling him the truth.
"I was thinking about you" I gasp, feeling him smiling against my skin before leaning back and pulling up my shirt a little, waiting for me to give him the go ahead by lifting up my arms which I do right away, used to having done this time and time again in his studio.
"Care to elaborate?" he asks cocking a brow at me, leaving me rubbing my thighs together giving him clear answers as to what I had been thinking of.
"Remembering that you know how I like it? Perhaps the champagne confetti you know you give me every time? Rain rain rain you can't fake it?" he says, trailing his hand down and pressing a finger against my center, already feeling how wet I am for him.
"Seems like she's already soaking wet isn't she" he says, trailing his hand up towards the drawstring on my sweats and tugging them as a plea to take them off. I hop off the desk and he immediately helps me out of them, smiling at the small wet stain that's been left on them before setting me up on his desk again, totally bare with only my bra on which is new and incredibly sheer him having just noticed since it's the last thing that's keeping me from being fully exposed.
I bring hands to my back to unclasp it but he tells me to leave it on. "It looks so pretty on you. Wanna fuck you in it" he growls into my ear before leaning back and ridding himself of his clothing and smashing his lips up against mine, having become even more needy if possible while scanning my body and taking off his clothes.
"Been thinking about this all day. Wish I could fuck you in here all the time. Can't even work properly in here. Just thinking about how I've fucked you everywhere in this room" he says, driving me to insanity while he drags his dick up and down my slit, making me dizzy from the stimulating but needing more to satiate this hunger he's built up in me.
"Jungkook please, do something" I plead, remembering the fact that this room is soundproof meaning I can be as loud as I want in here which is another reason why he loves having sex in here. He tells me he that sometimes he wishes it wasn't though. Says he wants the whole company to know how he makes good on his word and is fucking me right.
"Needy little thing now aren't you" he says, holding back his need to be buried balls deep in me in favor of making me beg some more. I scoot my hips forward and pull him closer in an effort to do it myself but he gives me absolutely no power over the situation.
"Gotta stretch you out" he mumbles against my lips and replaces his dick with his fingers, dragging it along my folds to get some of my slick on it to make it easier to slide in and after playing why clit a little and gaining breathy whimpers from me in response he slides a finger in, drawing circles along my clit in an effort to help me relax.
He does a quick job of it but makes sure to be gentle nonetheless while prepping me for him, needing to me inside me now. As a result he's soon pulling his fingers out of me and placing them in my mouth, distracting me from the fact that seconds later he's pushing into me, leaving me moaning around his fingers.
When I bite down on them from the surprise of him putting it in he hisses from feeling my walls clench around him along with the pain from the bite.
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth and places both hands on my hips and pull me towards him, slamming the rest of his length inside of me leaving me arching my back and choking out a sob.
He snaps his hips into me over and over again at a fast pace he only settles for in times where he's extremely needy or feeling a need to remind me of who I belong to. The first being the case for this situation.
"Shouldn't have let you work on this project" he grunts while his hands grip my hips even harder, dimpling my skin, bound to leave marks tomorrow.
"Drives me fucking insane seeing you move like that, you know that? Makes it so hard for me to not pop a boner right then and there. Fuck how did I get so lucky?" he growls in my ear, leaving me drowning in the sound of his voice, hearing all the thoughts he's been having this whole time.
"You're lucky I took a chance on the loner" I slur out leaving him slowing his pace so he could look at me properly. "Loner huh?" he smirks and I nod, smirking right back at him. He rolls his eyes and picks up the pace again, leaving me giggling at his reaction but soon I'm moaning his name with ever snap of his hips, all my coherent thought long gone when I'm close to tipping over.
"You've got a smart mouth on you today huh? Just begging to get ruined like always, my girl is never satisfied until she's begging for me to stop. Telling me it's too much. You're so fucking adorable when you cry like that. Fuck I wish I cou-" "Shut Up" I choke out, cutting him off by smashing my lips against his, not being able to handle his dirty mouth anymore.
Although I know it's almost impossible for someone to hear us I can't help but want to muffle my moans with his mouth when I cum, making his swallow all of them as his hips stutter and my orgasm triggers him leaving his slowing down, changing his pace to one that more lazy but just as deep, fucking us both through our highs before he pulls out making me whine as the loss of contact.
Maybe I am insatiable, maybe I'm completely lost in him. Not just because of who he is or what he does to me but just because he's him. Someone that I want to spend my life with and although I've felt like that for a long time I'm sure the freshly fucked mindset I have right now is the reason these feelings have come to the front again.Â
He rests his forehead against mine and focuses on cleaning me up with a clean towel he had somehow gotten when I was lost in a daze and walks away, cleaning himself up quickly and throwing some sweats on. Â
Once he's done and throws yet another towel in the basket he walks back over to me and kisses me. Over and over and over again whispering sweet nothings between every kiss and I swear I could never ask for someone more perfect in my entire life.Â
"You okay?" he asks, pulling me off the desk and holding onto my hips, keeping me on my feet when my knees buckle once I make contact with the floor. "Yeah I'm, yeah I'm fine" I say, embarrassed by stumbling even though for the most part I always end up like this after we fuck.Â
"Did a number on you huh?" he smirks, guiding me over to the couch to rest after having helped me into thankfully another fresh change of clothes I had in my dance bag with me. "Shut up" I grumble and flop down onto it, laying down and he chuckles before laying down and putting his full weight on top of me.Â
I groan and hit him on the shoulders, hoping to get him off of me but he just laughs in response. "I swear you're trying to kill me" I say through labored breaths, but he thankfully alters his position so he's still on top of me but distributes some of his weight elsewhere.Â
"No, I just love you that's all" he says, propping his chin on my chest and looking at me as if I hung the stars for him. "I love you too weirdo" I say, ruffling his hair when he pouts at me words, feigning offense.
 "First I'm a loner and now I'm a weirdo? You hurt me with your words" he whines, placing his hands on his chest right over where his heart is. "You are a weirdo" I say, sitting back up and cupping his face turning it towards me. "But you're my weirdo" I whisper, placing my forehead against his and rubbing my nose up against his, giving him eskimo kisses.Â
"We need to get home" he says standing up and grabbing my hand to hoist me up as well. "Wait, why?" I ask, questioning his urgency and also getting a fluttering feeling when he call his place home as if we lived there together.Â
"You're too cute to fuck just once today and I wanna spoil you" he says, kissing me and making me lose myself in him again. When he pulls away I laugh as I watch him clean up everything and grab both of our bags to carry out and when I try to reach to take mine from him he refuses.Â
"Least I can do for my girl after that champagne confetti is carry her bag" he teases and drags me out of the studio before I'm able to scold him properly. "Jeon Jungkook you better watch yourself" I growl and he laughs, thoroughly pleased with himself.Â
"I'd rather see you, in motion, in 3D" he says pulling me into the elevator and pressing G for garage while I push him against the wall once the doors close. "Feisty are we? Thought I took care of that back there" he taunts.Â
"Just shut up and kiss me" I mumble against his lips and he switches roles, turning me around and pressing me against it instead. "You're gonna get yourself into trouble you know that?" he says between kisses, gripping onto my hips and pulling them flush up against his, showing me how hard he still is.Â
"I counting on it" I say and we laugh before he kisses me breathless, the elevator taking us, down down down, each moment bringing us closer to my demise. Knowing tonight will leave me completely shattered, but luckily I've got him to pick up the pieces.
The End
Taglist: @jkslipppiercing @trina864 @kaitieskidmore97 @goddesofimortality @coolbluedude @00frenchfries00 @bangtans-momma @coralmusicblaze @pastelpinkjoon @joonwater @marvelbun @j3nni-rs @evidive @beomieboi @forevrglow @jesssssmaybankk @teugiie @chaconnelatte @whoa-jo @snehal @xumyboo @mindurbuzznezz @diorh0seokie
Join my Taglist!
Feel free to fill out the form or just comment on any of my fics to be added :)
#jungkook fanfic#jungkook#fanfic#fanfiction#kpop#jeon jungkook#bts jungkook#bts#kpop fanfic#jung#jungkook x reader#jungkook smut#jungkook x#jungkook x original character#jungkook x y/n#jungkook x oc#jungkook x you#jungkook an#jungkook and reader#jungkook and you#jungkook 3D#Shut u#shut up and kiss me
514 notes
·
View notes
Text
It's been a long time since I read any Marvel comics and even longer since I read any Young Avengers comics (I was more of a Runaways fan tbh) but I do remember that Tommy had a pretty bad background. Bad parents, in juvie, experimented on to turn him into a weapon-- yeah. And it seems like they're gonna stick with him having a worse background than Billy in the MCU because of this:
âIt's underwater! There's a boy. It's a prank. They tricked him. He's gonna drown. It's a bad place. And the people, the family. There's no one to love him! He's got no one!â
Yep, it seems like they're giving Tommy the saddest backstory possible. The fact that Thomas Shepherd dies like this, being killed by bullies who'll never know they killed him is horrifying. And Tommy is gonna wake up to that. The kid is gonna go through hell.
It has a lot of potential for angst between him and Billy. And it could create a very interesting dynamic. I think Tommy and him will bond, but there's also potential for some resentment from Tommy's side. He gets reincarnated into the body of a bullied kid, with family that doesn't care about him and could be abusive. Meanwhile, Billy got two angels like the Kaplans as his parents, and now a cool gay ghost aunt. So there's a chance that this poor other kid might be like "Why? Why did you get all the good things while I got stuck with this?"
Also with his background being like that, I get the feeling he will most likely be the twin that considers Wanda his mom and Vision his dad, 100%. Eventually I really think Billy will see them as his parents too along with the Kaplans, but unlike Billy, Tommy doesn't get a new good, loving dad and a new good, loving mom. And we don't know if he'll fully remember Billy's voice as Billy did his (I think so). Maybe he will remember his voice, maybe he'll remember Vision's voice saying "We're very proud of you," maybe he'll remember Wanda's voice saying âA family is forever, we could never truly leave each other" or "Thanks for choosing me as your mother". Maybe all three. Maybe just one. In any case, this poor kid is probably gonna wake up wondering where are his brother or his parents and get stuck with the Shepherds and it'll be a 1000 times worse than what Billy went through and I really pity him.
#agatha all along#wandavision#agatha all along spoilers#tommy maximoff#tommy shepherd#billy maximoff#william kaplan#wanda maximoff#vision
199 notes
·
View notes
Text
ËËË đČđœđâđč đŽđđ đȘđđđ đđ¶đđ đđ đČđœđđ đŽđđâđđ đ»đŸđđœ? ËËË
Hamzah x fem!reader
It's harder and harder to get you to listen, more I get through the gears. Incapable of making alright decisions and having bad ideas.
Premise: Your ex friends with benefits calls you in the middle of the night and you know before you answer why heâs ringing you.
CW: cannabis usage / suggestive / crude + sexual language
WC: 2.6k
The soft glow of your phone screen fractures the darkness like a sliver of unwelcome light, casting long shadows across the room. It's the dead of night when the world holds its breath in a hush, yet here you are, wide-eyed, heart knocking gently against your ribs. You had been unpleasantly woken from your sleep by the sound of your phone vibrating itself off your bedside table.
Hamzah's name lingers on your screen. The messages spill one after another, frantic and garbled, like a stream you can't damâmisspelled words, scattered thoughts like he had thrown scrabble tiles together to form texts.
You aren't even able to fully read one message before it's replaced with another. You throw your phone down beside you on your bed, running your hands down your face and grumbling. It had been months since you heard from Hamzah.
The two of you had a very casual friend-with-benefits relationship though you took the initiative to end it when there was a landslide shift and the unceremonious hookups turned into mumbled confessions against your neck. It was too intimate, it breached the contract the two of you initially agreed on.
Though here he was, blowing up your phone like he would die without another word from you.
The phone buzzes again, his caller ID taking over the screen of your phone. You groan, your thumb hovering over the screen, debating whether to answer just to tell him to stop, to leave you alone. Maybe then, maybe if you hear the slur in his voice, the edge of something broken and far away, he'll finally understand that you're not his to call anymore.
The phone lights up again, and this time, you answer.
"Hamzah, stop."
"I knew you'd pick up," His words are thick like velvet, his voice groggy and coarse.
"Why are you calling me?" You ask, voice sharp like a bullet through skin.
"I just wanna hear your voice," On the other end, you can practically hear the smile in his voice. The way the words drowsily fall from his lips brings you to one conclusion.
"You're high?"
"Perchance," He takes a sharp inhale. After a moment of virtual silence, he giggles and coughs eventually settling down "Fine, you caught me. I'm very high."
"What do you want?"
"Why are you being so mean? I just wanted to say hi," There's a hint of playfulness in his voice and you can imagine him sprawled out in bed, hair a mess and glassy eyes half drawn.
Your head throbs as he jumps from one half-finished thought to another, rambling through memories like they're fresh scabs he needs to pick at, unravelling every thread you've tried so hard to tie up neatly. "Maybe I'm being mean because you called me at three AM."
"Yeah, that's kinda annoying," He laughs to himself. His voice filters through the phone, slick with an edge of playfulness that sends a ripple of irritation through you. "It's been too long since I've seen you," Hamzah says, drawing out the word in a lazy, teasing way that always used to make you laugh. But tonight, it feels grating like sand paper against your skull.
"Not long enough." You press the phone tighter to your ear, walking barefoot across the cold floor to the kitchen. The hardwood creaks under your steps, and the cool air feels sharp against your skin.
"Oh, how you hurt me," He adds a tinge of melodrama to his sarcasm.
"Hamzah," you sigh, but he barely gives you a second to speak.
"Did I wake you up?" He pauses to take a breath and you can hear the blunt crackling, and paper shuffling in the background.
"Yeah, you did."
"My bad, my bad-" He coughs again "What are you wearing? Is it that Grateful Dead shirt that hangs off your shoulder?"
You look down at your pyjamas, you were in fact wearing the Grateful Dead that hung off your shoulder and draped past your hips. "No." You lie through your teeth.
"Damn," He mutters before his brain hooks on another ramble "Remember that timeâGod, you were wearing that little white sundress, you remember?âand we went to that park with the swings? You kept pretending you were too good to be on a swing, but you ended up laughing like a kid when I pushed you too high."
You roll your eyes, frustration simmering beneath the surface. His tone is light, and flirtatious, like he's trying to conjure up a nostalgia that never quite sat right with you. The kitchen light flickers to life as you reach for a glass, the soft hum of the fridge barely audible over his rambling.
"Hamzah," you cut in, more firmly this time, holding the phone between your ear and shoulder as you twist the tap open. The sound of water hitting the glass is oddly soothing, something real and grounded amidst the chaos of his voice. "You're not making any sense."
"No, I think I'm making sense. You just don't wanna admit it." There's a slurred chuckle on the other end. "Come on, don't be like that. I know you're smiling right now. You miss this."
You can practically hear the smirk in his voice, and it makes your skin crawl. You take a sip of water, trying to quench the heat building in your chest. He always does thisâtwisting every conversation into something flirtatious, something playful.
"I'm not smiling, Iâm frowning if anything," you reply flatly, setting the glass down with a little more force than necessary. "And you really need to stop calling me in the middle of the night. This isn't funny."
"But it's not the same during the day," he says with a laugh that feels too close, too familiar. "Night's that thing in that one song- made for saying things you can't say another day," He paraphrases poorly. His voice lowers, taking on that soft, honeyed tone he used to use when he wanted to get his way.Â
Your jaw tightens as you lean against the counter, fingers tapping impatiently against the cold surface. He's pushing, and it's infuriating how easily he slips back into thisâthis game of his, like he can flirt his way out of the chaos he's caused.
"Hamzah, I don't have time for this. You're high. Again."
"And you're still talking to me, aren't you?" he teases, his voice laced with a kind of smug satisfaction. "You didn't have to answer. Y'know there's this magical button on your phone that makes it so I can't message you? I think that you want to talk to me."
The audacity in his tone sends a spark of anger through you, your fingers curling around the edge of the counter. He always knows how to toe the line, to keep you teetering between frustration and the pull of something that's sweet on your tongue but now feels like quicksand.
You take a deep breath, forcing yourself to stay calm. "Hamzah, I'm not doing this. You need to hang up and sleep this off."
There's a pause, and for a second, you think he's going to listen. But then he chuckles softly, voice dripping with mischief.
"You're so hot when you're mad at me."
You nearly groan aloud, the exhaustion catching up with you in waves. This is pointless. You've been here before, hearing the same lines, feeling the same tired tug of emotions you've long since buried. But there's a part of youâa small, quiet partâthat almost misses this, misses the ease with which he used to reel you in. And that's what makes it worse.
"Hamzah," you start, your voice sharper now, "go to sleep. Seriously."
"What if I told you that I really missed you?" He adds like it sweetens the deal.Â
"I would tell you that I don't care."
"When did you turn so cold on me?"Â
You pause, the phone still pressed against your ear. "Hamzah," you mutter, exasperation thick in your voice. The glass of water in your hand feels heavy, like a tether pulling you back into his orbit, even as you stand there in the dim kitchen, staring out at the quiet darkness outside the window.
"Just hear me out," he says, voice too smooth for someone who's supposed to be slurring. "I think me and you should do something together."
You don't answer, your hand moving on autopilot as you rinse the glass and set it down in the sink. There was always a certain ease between you and Hamzah, but that was before it got complicated, before the lines blurred. You clench your jaw, stepping away from the kitchen and into the hall, eyes scanning the house for some chore to distract you, to keep your mind from wandering back to those nights.
"Come on," he continues, undeterred. "I know you heard me."
You sigh, frustration buzzing beneath your skin, but your feet carry you to the living room where a few stray magazines and an old blanket still sit crumpled on the couch. Might as well tidy up while he babbles. Maybe if you let him talk himself out, he'll fall asleep or something. You grab the blanket, folding it with quick, jerky movements as he keeps talking.
"Can I come over?" He asks abruptly.
"No?" You furrow your eyebrows "What the hell is wrong with you?"
"Damn, I really thought that would work."
As you sit down at the kitchen table, leaning your head into your hand, you notice the faint hum of traffic coming through the phoneâtires on wet pavement, the distant growl of an engine passing by. Your brow furrows and a flicker of concern sparks through your irritation.
"Where are you, Hamzah?" you ask, voice sharper than you intended. It's late, and the sound of traffic at this hour doesn't fit into the picture of him sprawled out in bed, half-asleep and rambling, like you'd assumed.
"Why do you want to know?"
"So you don't show up at my house."
He chuckles to himself "Why on earth would I do that?"
"Maybe because you're obsessed with me?"
"I'm not- no, yeah. I am obsessed with you." There it was, the confidence that he so lacked when he was sober. With the help of cannabis, his tongue was as loose as his morals.
You press your lips together, gaze flicking toward the window, though the night outside your house is still and quiet, completely unlike the soundscape on the other end of the line. You disregard his admission "So, where are you?"
"I'm... walking. Clearing my head or whatever."
Your chest tightens, frustration mixing with a flicker of something you wish wasn't thereâworry. "Walking where?" you press, though part of you already knows he's not going to give you a straight answer.
"Just around. Nowhere dangerous, alright? You don't have to freak out." He tries to sound nonchalant, but there's an edge to his voice that betrays him.Â
"Hamzah, you shouldn't be out right now. It's late, and you'reâ" You pause, choosing your words carefully. "You're not in the best headspace to be wandering around." You're caught between the urge to scream at him or call Martin to pick him up and haul him home.
"Yeah, yeah, I'll be fine," he cuts in, that cocky smile returning to his voice. "I'm always fine, babe. You worry too much."
You want to hang up, to cut the thread between you and the mess that is Hamzah, but the thought of him alone, on some random street at this hour, makes it hard to press the button. "Go home," you say softly, barely above a whisper.
"Stay on the phone with me a little longer, alright? I'm almost home anyway," Hamzah pleads, voice taking on that boyish, playful tone you've heard too many times.
You rub your temples, eyes drifting toward the clock on the wall. It's well into the night, and here you are, listening to him stumble through whatever story he's trying to spin. "You always say that," you mutter. "But somehow, you're always ten minutes from home."
"Hey, it's not my fault time slows down when I'm talking to you," he says with a sly grin you can practically hear. "Like, relativity or something. I saw that in the Spider-Verse movie."
You roll your eyes, walking back toward the kitchen to grab another glass of water, your mouth feeling particularly dry. "You would know."
"Didn't we see that together when it came out?" He asks to no answer. "We should watch it again."
"I don't think so," You lean against the counter, cradling your glass as his words wash over you.
"I want to see you, I like the way you laugh," He humbles "That's why I was such a goof around you. I didn't mind embarrassing myself because it made you smile and god- that smile..."
 "I don't really care what you want."
Hamzah lets out a low whistle "And yet, here you are," he shoots back quickly. "Still on the phone. Ah- I got you there."
You lean back against the counter, the weight of his words sinking in. He's right, of course. You're still here, still wrapped up in this bizarre late-night conversation, still listening as he spirals through his endless stream of nonsense. There's an odd comfort in the banter, as much as you hate yourself for it, there's safety in the familiarity.
"Yeah, yeah," you say finally, shaking your head. "You know how to run your mouth. That's about the only thing you're good at."
"Hey, don't forget I'm a man of many talents," Hamzah quips, the humour softening just a little. "And one of them is keeping you on the line way longer than you should be."
"Trust me, I'm very aware," you mutter, though there's a strange warmth behind your words now.
"Yeah, but you still picked up," he says, almost gently this time, his voice losing some of that playful edge. "That's gotta mean something, right?"
"I wouldn't bet on it."
"Do you miss me? Like at all?" He asks, the words falling from his lips with ease "You can be honest."Â
You roll your eyes, though there's a slight warmth blooming in your chest despite your irritation. "Please, Hamzah," you deadpan, pacing slowly across the kitchen. "Do you ever stop?"
A knock sounds from your front door, sharp and unexpected. You freeze, turning toward the noise, the sound cutting through the warmth of your late-night banter like a cold breeze. Your heart skips a beat, the suddenness of the interruption making your stomach twist with an uneasy kind of tension. "Hang on," you mutter into the phone, already moving toward the door. "Someone's at my-"
You trail off, eyes narrowing as another knock echoes through the quiet house. Your pulse quickens, a strange feeling creeping up the back of your neck as you grip the phone a little tighter.
As you open the door, the cold air hits you first, followed by the sight of someone standing on your doorstep. Your breath catches for a moment when you see him. There, leaning casually against the doorframe with that signature lazy grin, is Hamzah.
"What the fuck," You draw out.Â
"C'mon, don't be like that," Hamzah says, giving you a crooked grin. His phone is still pressed to his earâwell, it is until he lowers it slowly, that playful glint in his eyes growing even more mischievous as he hangs up, ending the call without a word. âSo- are you gonna let me in?â
#hamzah#hamzah imagines#hamzah x reader#hamzah x y/n#hamzahthefantastic#martin and hamzah#slushy noobz#hamzahthefantastic x reader
210 notes
·
View notes
Text
Recording Sessions
Pairing â 3racha and Reader
Wordcount â 3,485 words
Genre â Smut
Warnings â Dom!Chan and Changbin, Switch(sub lean)!Jisung, consensual voice recording. Dirty talk, use of petnames (slut), mild humiliation, oral sex (m. receiving), brief spanking, unprotected penetrative sex, creampie, mild cum play, sex in a recording booth.
Autor's note â Wrote this a while ago for a commission, but as I was lurking through my google drive I found this again. I think its fun and I've been meaning to post something for a while now, but I can't get anything done sadly. I think I wrote this back in may or june? I am not too sure, but I hope you like it! I've been writing for NCT these days and I have 2 wips for them. I'm also working on something with Lee Know as a character. I hope I can get any of that finished soon! Hope you enjoy this, and I apologize for any grammar/spelling mistakes in advance đ€
âDo any of you even know what a real moan sounds like?â
The look on their faces is amusing. Hadn't you been inside the recording booth, you're sure Changbin would have already headlocked you in a playful manner for running your mouth.Â
But you are inside the recording booth, the three of them sitting in the studio with frustration written all over their faces.
âThis sounds so fake,â you continue, taking off the headset. âWhat did you type in youtube to get this sample? Women moaning ASMR?â
âYouâre not being helpful at all, you know that?â Changbin asks, trying to keep a serious demeanor but failing almost miserably every time he remembers the audio samples that are currently as background vocals in their upcoming song. They do sound awful, but he isn't as straight-forward as you are.
âWell, you asked for my opinion and Iâm giving it to you,â the smug look on your face pisses off Chan just a little, but it is nothing new âthe endless bickering between the both of you has happened ever since you two met. It's always light-hearted and friendly, but it surely does bring some tension into your friendship with him.
âAny ideas on how we can improve this?âÂ
âFor once, get rid of all the fake moaning and get something that actually sounds like a woman being pleasured,â you instruct them, and smile when you see the three of them paying attention to your words. They have such abilities when it comes to music and producing, but they often look for constructive criticism outside their small group of three just to see things from different perspectives. âWe donât sound like that, itâs more like gasping for air and deep sighs accompanied with mostly quiet moans. This sounds like someone shouting exaggeratedlyâ.
âIâve tried,â Chan murmurs, leaning back on his studio chair that he spins slightly. âBut nothing sounds right. Itâs a bit too much, maybeâ.
âNo, I do think the song calls for background sounds like these,â you encourage the trio. âItâs just- you need something more raw and realâ.
Thereâs a quick moment of silence in which the four of you exchange glances, without exactly saying anything in particular.
Changbin and Chan look too deep into their own thoughts, probably trying to come up with another idea or alternative for that sound sample you all hate so much. Jisung, on the other hand, is staring right into you through the glass barrier that separates you from them, with an idea in mind heâs not quite sure how to deliver, but that he ends up doing it anyway.Â
âWhat if we record you?â Jisung asks, drawing the scowling glances of the other two. âI mean, you can obviously fake them since you're a woman, right?âÂ
The suggestion has you cackling quietly, but even Chan and Changbin are considering it âyou can tell by how they're looking at you as if they're expecting your verdict.
âRight,â you scoff, crossing both of your arms in front of your chest, âbecause what better way to spend my Saturday afternoon than faking moans inside a recording boothâ.Â
âItâs not going to take you long,â Itâs Chan who speaks this time. The one you thought was going to be the least to be on board with such a crazy idea. âWe all know this isnât going to be the first time you fake themâ.Â
Your mouth opens in awe and you curse them mentally when they all laugh under their breaths. It was just one time, with a guy you didnât even like, and you told them about it because you wanted to get the embarrassing memory out of your system. You were too bored, and desperate to go, that you ended up faking a series of moans that tricked him into thinking you were finished.Â
âVery funny, Christopher,â you spit, resentful. âI thought you promised not to bring that shit up, ever againâ.
âAnd I thought you promised youâd help us,â Chan attacks, âso what is it going to be?â
You look at them for a couple of seconds, pondering the situation. You can help them, you really have nothing better to do âyet a better idea comes to mind.Â
âWhy faking it if you can have the real deal?â you ask, nibbling at the skin against your fingernails. Youâre trying to appear collected, but even suggesting such a crazy idea itâs making you feel uneasy. Unless you've gotten the signals wrong, you know they won't turn down such a proposal. âYouâre all just sitting there, when one of you could help meâ.
Itâs Jisung who leans down over the console, clicking a red button to open the microphone.
âWhat exactly are you proposing?â
âWell, you were the one who pinned this on me, Han,â judging by their facial expressions, you know they understood exactly what you meant. They just want to make sure you are all on the same page. âWhy donât you come here and help me, so we can get this over with?â
âWhy him?â Changbin immediately asks, offended even because you didn't consider him as your first option.
âDo you want to help me too?â you chuckle, âbecause I wouldnât mind if you joinedâ.
âHan,â Chanâs cold voice interrupts the silence, catching the attention of the younger. He doesnât say anything else, but rather signals for him to get inside the recording booth with a tilt of his head.
Jisung doesnât say anything either, but his eyes flutter between you and Chan, almost begging for further instructions. He hesitates, perplexed. Not because he doesnât want this, but because he really canât begin to comprehend this is really happening.
âIf you donât want to, Changbin can do it,â the older speaks again.
âN-no, I mean- I can do it,â Jisung stands up from his studio chair abruptly and hastily, like he is in a rush. To be honest, he kind of is âhe has been daydreaming of this moment ever since he met you, so he isn't going to waste it. Even if that means there are going to be other people watching or involved. âI just- what do I do?â
Chan and Changbin scoff quietly, teasing him. âYou should ask her that question,â the former replies, crossing both of his arms and leaning back on his chair, ânot usâ.
âYeah, okayâ.Â
Jisung walks inside the booth, swallowing thickly. Is he really about to do this? Is he dreaming? Or is this some sort of a sick joke?
He canât help but overthink the situation, but every single one of his thoughts goes away when you welcome him into your embrace, holding him tightly against your body with his half-hard cock pressing against your lower abdomen and your tits against his toned chest. The other two are watching, and that only riles him up a lot more.
âHave you ever been this shy?â You tease him, wrapping your arms around his neck and brushing your lips against his. âYouâre always so cocky, always running your mouth. But right now you arenât. I wonder whyâ.Â
âWe donât have that much time,â Chan warns you through the speakers, and you can feel the despair in his voice. Like Changbin, heâs anticipating something and youâre edging them, just like you are to Jisung.Â
âThen Iâm going to need more help,â you hum, latching your fingers against Jisungâs dark hair while pulling him closer to the crook of your neck. He loses no time and starts kissing and licking the sensitive flesh, hiding his face there. You, on the other hand, look through the glass barrier proudly to the other two who are out. âFrom the both of youâ.Â
âOne isnât enough for you? Do you need the three of us?â Chan asks, poking his cheek with his tongue. Changbin, on the other hand, observes the scene in awe, with both excitement and impatience. You don't reply, but shoot an accomplice glance at the older. âI always knew you were some of a slut, I just didnât think this muchâ.
âWell, now you know,â you smile, biting your lower lip when Jisung sucks on a sensitive spot a bit too harshly, âso start recordingâ.Â
The following moments are blurry, perhaps because of how nervous you are. You try to act in control, like you're the one calling the shots. But when you feel the three of them near you, with their hands all over you, it's hard to.Â
âYouâre not that bold now, are you?â Chan whispers in your ear, pressing your arse against his crotch. To your sides, thereâs Jisung and Changbin, who grope and kiss your body as much as the other allows them to.
âIâm doing this for you,â you sigh, kicking your head back until it meets Chanâs shoulder.Â
âRight,â he scoffs, grabbing a fistful of your hair and forcing you to kneel in front of Changbin and Jisung. âWe just wanted your advice, but somehow we ended up like thisâ.
âI wonder why,â you tease him looking up to him while your hands tease the men in front of you.
âIâm sure it has nothing to do with the fact that sheâs such a filthy slut,â Changbin murmurs, caressing your hair back.Â
You can feel them through their sweatpants âyou can feel how hard and ready they are for you, how desperate they are for your touch. You wish to take your sweet time with them, to suck the three of until they come in your mouth only to fuck you afterwards.Â
You want more than just a quick fuck. But this will have to do for now.
âSuck them off,â Chan orders, pleased with the sight of you on your knees.Â
Good thing youâre wearing such accessible clothes today âyouâre making his job ten times easier.
âGet us nice and wet, baby,â Changbin proceeds, pulling your head against his crotch while he lowers his sweatpants just enough to release his throbbing cock. âWeâre going to fuck you with it, so itâs up to you how easy youâre going to make this for yourselfâ.
âDonât forget Jisung too,â the one behind you murmurs into your ear, practically kneeling right beside you while he pulls up your dress, revealing a shameful piece of clothing that he can barely name as underwear. The sight makes Chanâs cock throb even harder. âSee how much heâs leaking? I know he has been dreaming of this for a while nowâ.Â
âFucker,â Jisung hisses through gritted teeth, feeling betrayed by his friend. Truth is, he isnât telling any lies.
âAw, you have?â He has been infatuated with you for quite some time now, and he is too awkward to be discreet about it. You have caught him checking you out shamelessly, and it has always been a turn on for you.Â
âWe all have,â Changbin says, nibbling at his lower lip when you wrap your hand around his cock. You squeeze both of them hard, staring up at them with a mischievous smile. âIf only you knew what we talk about when youâre not aroundâ.Â
âMh, I feel a little excluded now,â you pout. âWhy donât you guys just show me?â
You spent another ten minutes on your knees, being throat fucked by your dearest friends Changbin and Jisung. They take turns in burying their cocks inside your warm mouth, using your hair as leverage to let you know which one of them to suck next.
In the meantime, Chan just watches.Â
Youâre drooling all over yourself by now, your shirt ruined with a mixture of spit, precum and sweat. Your skin feels sticky, your mouth feels full and your pussy feels wet âyou really wouldnât be surprised if the floor was stained with your arousal.
âCâme here,â Chan tells you, grabbing you by your arm and helping you get in a different position. Your knees are bruised and red, but you donât really care âtomorrow it will be a fun reminder of what happened today. âNow letâs really start recordingâ.Â
You lay on the floor on all fours, with your ass up and your hands and knees supporting your body weight. It's an uncomfortable position, but you can only do much in a recording booth with no bed or couches.
The first one to take a spot right behind you is Changbin. Out of the three, itâs the one who seems more desperate to get his release and you kind of understand him âyouâre desperate to feel something too, anything.
âI donât have-â his voice is strangled, almost panicking. You can feel his hands gripping your hips, and the tip of his cock brushing against your slit.Â
âI donât care,â you encourage him, whimpering when Chan forces your head to face his throbbing dick that he has his fist wrapped around. âJust fuck meâ.
Itâs the heat of the moment that's getting the best out of you, but you canât begin to regret it when you feel Changbinâs cock burying itself little by little inside your aching pussy. You try to hold back your moans, worrying that someone outside the hall might hear you, but you know itâs practically impossible.
Plus, thatâs the reason why youâre there, anyways.
 So you start enjoying the moment, being as vocal as possible. If anything, the lewd sounds escaping through your lips are only pushing Changbin towards the edge, hips snapping at yours roughly enough to get a series of strained moans immersed in both pleasure and pain.
âYou sound so g-good,â Changbin grunts, biting his lower lip to stop himself from being too loud. âHad I known your moans were this pretty, I've would've fucked you beforeâ.
âFuck, Changbinâ. The way his name falls from your lips boosts his ego, and heâs glad everything is being recorded. He makes a mental note to go back to the recording later today, just in case he needs to unwind.
âJisung will fuck you after him,â Chan demands your attention yet again, brushing the tip of his cock against your lips. Heâs kneeling in front of you while Changbin is pounding your pussy from behind. Jisung, on the other hand, is stroking himself while he witnesses the scene; too shy to actually make a move himself, like the rest of them. âAnd then I will go next, how does that sound?â
âHow many seconds- of the sample do you even need?â you chuckle, but the laugh is soon muffled by another whimper caused by Changbinâs ministrations.Â
âJust a couple,â he replies, smearing his precum along your lips. âBut Iâm sure you wouldnât want to leave this studio without being fucked by Jisung and me, right?â
You love his cockiness, and how he is always almost right. So you nod frantically, clenching around Changbin at the idea of being filled with the both of them in just a couple of seconds.
It doesnât take him long to come inside you, especially not with how much your pussy is clenching around him. He does so shamelessly, grunting your name and gripping your hips too harshly youâre sure it will leave a mark tomorrow.
When he pulls out, commanded by Jisung who is too desperate to wait another second, you feel his sticky arousal leaking out of you. Itâs a weird sensation, and it makes you feel dirty, but you canât deny you like it.Â
And you like it even more when you feel the tip of Jisungâs cock gathering all of his friendâs cum, fucking it back into you little by little, making sure it doesnât go to waste.
âWho wouldâve thought, hm?â You whimper, feeling a bit sore from Changbinâs aggressive care. âYouâre not as innocent as I thought, Jisungieâ.
He doesnât say anything, but gives you a sharp thrust in response. One that makes your whole body jolt and tremble, one that earns you one of the prettiest moans the three of them have ever heard.
Chan is sure the recording is good to be used by now, but he doesnât want to stop just yet. Or at least not until he also gets his fun.
âS-so tight,â Jisung murmurs, holding you more delicately than Changbin did. You love the contrast, though, and theyâre both a good fuck. âAnd warm, all filled up with cumâ.
âYouâre going to fill me up too, Jisungie?â On any other occasion, the nickname wouldâve earned you a killer gaze and a couple of curses from him. But right now, Jisung doesnât mind. In fact, he likes it. Thereâs something enticing about you acting like the one in control.
âCan- I?â He asks with a shakily breath. His sloppy movements tell you he is close, and you take it as a compliment. A minute is definitely a record, but youâre really not mad about it.Â
âThat depends,â you tease him, crying out loud when his cock starts hitting sensitive spots inside your walls. âAre you going to come a lot for me?âÂ
âNgh, y-yes,â Jisung whimpers. âPlease, Iâm- close, just let- say yes, pleaseâ.
âGo on,â you order him, arching your ass even more for him. âGive it to meâ.Â
Not even a couple of seconds later, you feel a now familiar sensation warming up your lower tummy, leaking through your pussy and onto your thighs.Â
âShit,â Changbin scoffs, checking the scene out. âYou made a fucking messâ.Â
You want to look at what he did, know how much he came for you, but Chan reinforces your initial position yet again by arching your ass even more.
âBe a good slut for me,â he tells you, landing a sharp spank on one of your ass cheeks. The sudden action makes you cry out in pain, but you donât hate the sensation completely. âAnd Iâll be good to youâ.
Youâre not quite sure what he means, and you donât get time to ask before heâs bottoming out inside of you.Â
âFuck!â you moan, suddenly losing the strength on your arms and your upper body threatening to plop down onto the floor. âC-chan!â
âCâme here,â he groans, sneaking a hand underneath your tummy looking for your clit. Again, the position isnât the best but he somehow makes it work. And when you feel his digits rubbing your nerves just at the same pace of his thrusts, you start clenching around him even harder.
âOh my g-god,â that stimulation is exactly what you need to come undone. Jisung and Changbin did a hell of a job getting you closer to your orgasm, but this is exactly what you needed to reach your climax.
And a well deserved one.
âCome,â Chan grunts through gritted teeth, biting his lower lip while furrowing his eyebrows. The sight of your ass bouncing against his cock is enough to get him to come, but he needs you to come first. âIâll come with youâ.
âNgh- Chan,â and just like some magic words, youâre coming right after his order. He can feel you tightening around him, trying to milk his cock just as badly as you did with the other two. And he canât resist that feeling, so he sticks up to his word and comes inside you almost at the same time.Â
âSuch- a good- little fucking slut,â his words are strained and painful. But his voice only contributes more to your own orgasm, just like the feeling of his cum filling you up.Â
It takes the two of you a few moments to actually stop âeven after coming, he kept on fucking you slowly until he made sure to fuck all of their cum inside of you. The last thing he wanted was to make a mess inside the recording booth, but it was inevitable.Â
The floor is stained with all sorts of fluids, ones that are dripping out of your swollen pussy and others that no one knows how they got there.Â
âJisung,â Chan sighs, caressing your hips while fixing his clothes. âStay with her, Iâll go get something to clean her up. Make sure sheâs alright, and take her to the sofa in the studio, âkay?â
Jisung nods, attentive, and he helps you get up off the floor with ease. He wraps his arm around you, and fixes the top part of your dress to which you mutter a quick and soft thank you.Â
âChangbinâs going to get you something to eat or drink, and Iâll take care of this. Alright?âÂ
You nod, still supporting your whole weight on Jisung. Your sore legs can only do much.
âHeâs going to be with you in the meantime, but we will all be right back,â Chanâs soft gaze is the opposite to what he showed inside the recording booth, but you absolutely adore the contrast.Â
âYeah, âs okay,â you smile.Â
âYou did good, yeah?â Chan smiles, caressing your hair, âsounded so pretty for usâ.
You offer them a weak, yet satisfied smile, âmy pleasureâ.Â
2K notes
·
View notes
Text
SFW!Colossus/Fem!Reader
I've been infected with another fictional man the way in which I pumped this out was ridiculous. I happened to re watch the scene in the movies where the government breaks into the mansion and seeing Piotr act like a big brother/dad to all the kids really got to me. That and the Deadpool movies (even though I thinks he's a little stuffy in those.) I even rewatched the episode he had in the animated series so that I knew I would get his character right and DAMN ugh god I juts have a thing for big men with soft hearts. especially the ones who are family oriented.
ALSO HOLY SHIT TY FOR 600 FOLLOWERS???? when did yall get here???? I swear I was at like 48 two weeks ago lmao time flies when you're thirsty for the X men I guess!! TWs: None? No pronouns mentioned but I went ahead and labeled it as fem because it's basically about kids forcefully adopting you as their mom. Kids having night terrors mentioned.
Can you imagine sort of just being adopted by the students at the mansion as mutant mom?? At that point you don't really get a choice. Like you start out being very patient with these kids and making sure to keep bandaids, burn cream, pain meds and all of that because one way or another something is gonna happen- and you want to be prepared.
And then you start making breakfast. I feel like normally they probably have a schedule for who has breakfast duty but if you wake up and can't go back to sleep and you take over no one really cares. More sleep for them!!
And then a few times turns into every morning. And you're setting out ketchup for one kids eggs and syrup for another ones hashbrowns- and making sure not to cook with nuts and make sure there's at least three different things on the table that are Kosher or gluten free. Keeping an eye on everyone as they come to get food and noting who did and did not make it to breakfast this morning so that you can make sure they eat later-
And one day you're waking up at 5am and getting ready for the day so you can go make breakfast like always, and you look in the mirror at some point and just realise, holy fuck, when did you become a parent?
It's such a regular thing for kids to call you mom at that point, a knowing how so many of them have come from rough backgrounds, it makes you really happy to know they find comfort in you and will come find you if they need comforting.
And then there's Piotr. Big, strong, Piotr. Piotr who wakes up before dawn and does chores around the mansion in the early morning air. You can take the man out of the farm, but you can't take the farm out of the man. He does the lawn care, chops wood, takes care of whatever animals that might need feeding, replaces the feed in the bird feeder.
Piotr who makes sure to stop by the kitchen to share a small cup of coffee with you before he does chores. Piotr who hangs Hummingbird feeders right outside the kitchen windows because you mentioned you missed the ones your grandmother used to hang. Just Piotr, being strong and masculine and an absolute sweetheart.
He reminds me of that one quote that heard somewhere about masculinity being about protecting femininity, not rejecting it??? That one!!!
Kids call him dad all the time, and even though yall aren't even together, you become the parents of the school. Scott and Jean?? Love them, but they don't have that same kind of parent energy.
It's such a regular thing for kids to find the two of you interacting one way or another. Someone woke up way too early and enters the kitchen to find yall during your coffee, and there's a sweet moment with yall telling them to go back to bed, or offering to make them a quick breakfast. Maybe if they're really young Piotr will offer to tuck them in. He might be really blunt when telling them there are no monsters, but will be a little more gentle when you set a hand on his arm and give him a bit of a look.
The kiddo asks for both of you to tuck them in and you obviously aren't going to refuse them. Which leads to everyone wanting both of you to tuck them in and soon enough you two are doing curfew checks instead of the professor.
It's becomes so regular for the students to treat you two as their parents, and no one actually believes it when they find out that no, you're not a couple. So, they do what kids do and try to get you two together.
First it starts with making sure you two are sat together during everything they can get away with. Then it moves on to things like mistletoe (out of season, Piotr mistook it as an accidental bloom made by one of the agrokinesis kids and took it down) and then more mischievous plans like telling one of you that the other needed help with one thing or another, knowing that either one of you would help out at the drop of a hat. Sureee, they were lying, but you two didn't know that. (most of the time)
The kids just want to see their parents happy and in love. There's nothing wrong with that, is there? It's not like You and Piotr hadn't been helplessly pining for the other the entire time anyway.
You sigh deeply once you finally sneak out of the dorm room, Piotr right behind you. The tall man takes extra care to shut the door very gently, making sure it clicks in place just as silently.
"I thought we were never going to get her to sleep." You whisper to him. One of the youngest girls attending the school had a rather difficult time with night terrors, and would struggle to fall asleep without being tucked in. When you and Piotr were doing curfew checks tonight, she was the only kiddo still awake, and she had practically begged both of you to stay with her untill she finally did fall asleep. It couldn't be just one of you, It had to be both. No matter how many rooms you both had to check tonight, you would never have left her shaken up in such a state. You just hadn't expected it to take an hour.
"Illyana had similar dreams as a little one. It takes time for children to overcome it." Piotr whispers back as you begin to walk down the hallway to check the rest of the rooms. Even when he whispers, his voice is strong and hard to keep quiet. You know there's truth to what he says, and yet you can't help but wish you could do something more to help her with her nightmares. You rub some warmth into your arms anxiously as you think about it, surprised when you feel the warm weight of Piotr's hand settle in between your shoulder blades.
"You're worrying again." He states, frowning slightly when you look up at him. You send him a resigned smile, before it quickly falls as you look away.
"I can't help it. I worry about all of them, her especially. They just... deserve so much more than their lot in life." You say. Piotr hums in response, his thumb brushing idly against your back.
"Their life like us, you mean? Mutants?" His question makes you wince.
"No. Yes? I don't know. I just... I just wish that we could give them more than... this." You say, waving your hands to motion about the mansion. "The school might very well be the only safe space they have their entire life. The world hasn't been kind to them, and I'm not sure it ever will be." Your words begin to quiet down as you finish the sentence, lowing to a whisper that only he can hear. You'd never, ever want any of these kids hear a word of what you're saying. Knowing that hope is really all they have at their age, and you of all people refuse to be the one to destroy that beautiful childlike optimism.
"That is what we are working for as the X-men, yes? To change that?" Piotr asks you point blank, his hand moving up towards the back of your neck in a soothing manner that still gives you goosebumps, feeling the comforting heat of his hand even stronger than before.
"Yeah, but..."
"Then we are doing all we can." He finishes, a smile on his face that's so determined and confident that it very nearly changes your mind completely. Nonetheless, it's a reassuring smile that makes your chest feel warm and fuzzy. You smile back at him finally, and you swear you see fondness in his eyes.
It doesn't take long before the two of you are finally at your door. You give Piotr a short and sweet goodnight as you begin to step inside, but he stops you before you go, gently catching hold of your arm. For the first time, you think you've seen him debate on his words. His mouth opens, but he doesn't speak at first, and you swear you see a blush rising to his cheeks as he does so.
"You'd make a good mother." He says eventually, and it makes you smile widely.
"You'd make a good dad." You tell him. There's silence between you as he brushes a stray lock of hair away from your face in a fond and caring manner, and you swear you could trick yourself into believing that you and Piotr were already in domestic bliss if this moment goes on for any longer. The tall man leans in, and you find your mind short circuiting as he presses a kiss to your forehead. The simple action somehow leaving you beyond flustered.
"Sleep well, ĐŃĐ±ĐŸĐČŃ ĐŒĐŸŃ. I will see you in the morning." Piotr tells you, before walking off at his regular stiff pace. You stand in your doorway for a minute, watching him leave with a bit of a confused smile on your face. Out of all the Russian nicknames he's called you in the past, you had never heard him say that one before. You wonder if you should pick up a book on the language as you close your door and finally crawl into bed, although part of you is content to leave it be. Colossus had always been blunt, and you're sure he'd tell you eventually. You fall asleep just as you always do, excited to see him when you wake up in the morning.
#x men#goofyspeaks#x men 97#x men comics#x men headcannons#x men 97 x reader#x men x reader#x men colossus#colossus x reader#colossus x men#colossus#peter rasputin#piotr rasputin x reader#piotr rasputin#peter rasputin x reader#x men headcanons#marvel x men#marvel x reader#marvel fanfiction#marvel headcanons
400 notes
·
View notes
Note
Love your work. <3 Could you write something with reader x spike where they're kinda' pining for one another, but one night he gets injured and has to stay over at her house? She patches him up and maybe offers him a bite? Doesn't have to be nsfw but +5 cool points if it is. <3
Hello, my loves, long time no see!!! I hope this is to your liking <3
Spike is so incredibly reckless. You knew this, he knew, everybody knew that Spike was a walking accident waiting to happen'. He likes to think he can handle himself. "I'm bad, baby," he'd tell you, "M' the big bad slayer killer. I can handle a few scratches." But you were never worried about what he could handle, you were worried about the fact that his blood was always staining your couch. That and the fact that his lack of self-preservation kept you up at night.
Usually, he has some decorum. He doesn't come to you with every scrape and bruise, even though you handled him with much more care than he was capable of extending to himself. It was his way of punishing himself, depriving himself of your head scratches and soft hands for bothering you too much. You scolded him for this, of course. It seems like its every other week (more like every other day) when you and he argue, most often in front of the Scoobies who waited anxiously for you take your arguments to the bedroom, about him leaving you to worry about whether or not he was ash.
"I mean, fuck Spike. Is it really that hard to just give me a call if you plan on bleeding at your place. A little 'Hi, yeah, I don't think I need my wounds treated with modern medicine, I'm gonna take my chances with old whisky and tetanus like the good ol' days'." And every time he takes his well-earned lecture with a smirk and a bowed head.
"Yes, mother, next time I'll break your door down at three in the morning for some pretty pink bandages."
"If you were so ashamed of the pretty pink bandages, maybe you should think before you run into knives!"
Spike has maybe told the truth a grand total of two times in his whole life, so his word means absolutely nothing. He continues to ignore your street like the plague unless it's an absolute emergency.
Now was an emergency.
You barely heard the faint knocks on your door from your bedroom, where you sat on your bed, music blasting from your stereo and some reality court show droning on in the background, catching your attention when someone decided to be particularly messy. You had thought it was your neighbors blind dog scratching at your door again until something large and loud hit it. Quickly arming yourself with a frying pan, you crept to your door, tearing it open for a very injured Spike to nearly fall flat on your floor before he caught himself using your doorframe.
His left hand clutched at his bleeding side and he walked with a limp over to his couch which now had a plastic cover. His dead heart was touched.
"Aw, you were waiting for me, " he croaked out. He fell on his back, one of his hands falling over the side and his eyes closing as soon as his head at the pillow. His shirt had claw marks that were lined with blood and his duster had barely escaped the carnage, a few holes separate from the preexisting moth holes sticky with some supernatural substance.
"Have to be prepared when it comes to you." You patted his cheek, thumbing over his cheekbones to try and arouse some consciousness. "Can't have you fallin' asleep on me. You might not wake up." You weren't going to leave his side until you were sure he wasn't going to die in your absence.
He babbled unintelligently, his mouth moving but having no connection to his brain to form any sort of actual thought. His eyes flit between closed and aware, his head moving to catch up with the spinning room, his mouth impossibly dry, and his head pounding. In his head, he insisted he was fine, but the words wouldn't come out right. He spat them out garbled and messy until he was too choked up to even try anymore.
He was barely conscious when he felt your wrist at his mouth. He had enough sense to shake his head and nudge away your wrist with his nose, but his lack of strength made his attempts futile. "No," he mumbled.
"You'll feel better," your voice swam around in his head until the words lost meaning and he just smiled at the sound of your voice. You swiped your thumb across one of his canines, the red contrasting with the pearly whites of his teeth swiftly wiped away by the pink of his tongue. After the taste of your blood was on his tongue, his sense was surrendered to instinct as he brought your wrist to his lips.
You didn't know what you were getting into. Vampires get their life force from blood, so it just made sense to have him feed from you to expedite the healing process. The more he drank, the louder your heartbeat grew in your ear and the closer he pulled you to him. You had only done this once before, when you were both drunk and dizzy and jokes being whispered in your ear turned into tiny nips from your neck that Buffy nearly walked in on.
In complete shock of what had happened then, you never brought it up, halfway convincing yourself that it never happened in the first place. If it did happen, he had enough sense to pull away then and you hoped he had the sense the pull away now, but now was much different. Now, there was a newfound hunger. A desperation. Like he had been starving himself for years and you were the first bite of food he had eaten. Had to have been good food to, with the way he inhaled you, indulged in you like you were some ambrosia or golden mead.
"Spike," you moaned. "I'm getting a bit light-headed." Your voice was high and thin, fearful as you made attempts to pull your arm from his lips. Through his haze, his fangs contracted back, and his tongue swiped whatever lingered on your skin.
"I'm sorry." Sorry for going too far, sorry for almost turning you into an empty Capri Sun pouch, sorry for being reckless again.
" 's ok."
You wobbled a bit as you stood, fingers wrapped around your wound as you shuffled into your kitchen in pursuit of your first aid kit. "You gonna tell me what happened?" He only groaned from the couch.
"Maybe tomorrow. I'm tired." You laughed on your way over to him, wrist already covered in gauze with an all too familiar needle and thread in hand.
"You're tired?" The smell of your blood was all too pungent, still. He turned his head towards the wall, studying the numerous music posters and paintings you had hanging.
"Going out to fight evil is a very hard job." You chuckled.
"I know. That's why I stay in here to patch you up." Your fingers were like magic. They always had a way of calming him down. Especially the way you hummed to yourself while you worked. You were never content with just silence. "I expect an answer in the morning." He smiled.
"Yes, ma'am." He fell asleep before you even finished and by the time you were done, you were too tired to walk the down the hall to your bed. You laid your head down on his chest, with no heartbeat to thrum and no breath to rock you, you still fell asleep just like that. Who knew cold bodies were so comfortable.
#btvs#btvs imagine#btvs x reader#buffy the vampire slayer#buffy the vampire slayer fanfiction#spike btvs fanfiction#spike x reader#spike btvs#buffy the vampire slayer x reader#spike btvs x reader#spike btvs imagine
420 notes
·
View notes
Text
Taash's art piece is just so beautiful! With how windy it looks (her hair blowing around), the blue-green background, and the wave-like pattern in the background, it gives the impression of the rushing sea. (and with the rushing sea, it has a sense of adventure!). The ocean background makes sense - she is affiliated with the Lords of Fortune, a group with a cephalopod logo and who are based out of Rivain, a nation almost completely surrounded by the sea. Their vibe/aesthetic has been described as incorporating a pirate-y element, they have ships, and they were said to hold dominion over the coasts of Rivain. We've also seen in-game shots now of a Rivaini shore that we will visit, complete with bright blue-green sea. the eye-like pattern in the sea in the top right and some of the 'triangles' in the sea remind me of dragons and sea-serpents.
With Taash's design, the 'protruding' parts of her armor, like around her shoulders (two, three) look like they could be dragon-scales. Trophies from dragon hunts? :) In Thedas, armor can be made from dragonscale. I wonder, is the jade-looking horn (the same color as the sea) a covering for that horn, or a straight-up replacement horn? We can see here that it has polished planes and cut edges in the manner of a cut gem. Gold coins fall around her, fitting for someone affiliated with a piratey, treasure-hunting faction. The red threads, rope-like in appearance, remind me of that aspect of some Qunari armor/clothing. In this piece they sort of flow around her in places, but we can see here for example that they're an element of her clothing. I wonder if she's Qunari, Tal-Vashoth or Vashoth. Being associated with a group originating in Rivain, maybe she's from Kont-aar or its surrounds, a coastal city in northern Rivain that is the only peaceful Qunari settlement on the mainland continent? Her gold jewelry and items are beautiful. Jewelry seems to be a notable part of clothing in Rivain, and among the Lords of Fortune, those that survive for more than a few years wear their treasures, charms and other items. It seems like Taash is a successful Lord of Fortune(/adjacent), someone who has found/won many treasures and accomplished great feats. The gold dragon at her collarbone is a cool touch.
Maybe it was Taash who wrote this Codex, and the title is alliterative, "Taash Talks"? The writer comes across like a dragon enthusiast and it references being near the shore/sea. Iron Bull once said "So, when you face a dragon, does it get your heart pumping? Do you breathe a little faster, feel the blood racing?" (in the DA:TV trailer, Varric says that they will need someone "with fire in their blood" to face dragons). And from this blurb, something has been unsettling the dragons in Rivain, in a way that dovetails in the Lord of Fortunes being concerned with it:
Upon eastern shores and sunkissed sands, the Lords of Fortune no longer hold dominion over the coasts of Rivain â not when dragons are growing bolder and laying wastes to their ships.
[source]
#dragon age: the veilguard#dragon age: dreadwolf#dragon age 4#the dread wolf rises#da4#dragon age#bioware#video games#long post#longpost#I also liked that they depicted her arms as strong :)
307 notes
·
View notes
Note
hear me out rafe x jjâs gf!reader đ
u know how both rafe and jj go crazy on their bikes⊠its the usual kooks vs pogues hatred maybe during the bonfire, but instead of throwing punches rafe wanted to have a race with jj instead to âsettle thingsâ. and he wanted to bet on jjâs girlfriend whereas if he won, he got to keep her and do.. things.. yk..
cw: darkish!rafe x jj'sgf!reader, non-con recording, bets regarding sex, minor jj x reader, smut
notes: im going feral over this tbh
"ready to settle things?" rafe asks, coming face to face with jj. they both stare at eachother with hatred. the pogues and kooks gather at an old dirt backroad.
"im gonna kick your ass," jj growls, "i win, you leave us the hell alone."
"deal," rafe agrees, "whats in it for me?"
"i don't kick your fucking teeth in that's-"
"you let me fuck your girl."
your heart drops and you pause. you stand off to the side, wrapping jj's sweatshirt around yourself in the cold night air. jj pauses too, furrowing his brow, "hell no! i don't even-"
"jj, it's fine," you speak up, "you'll win, i know it." you say with a smile, only partially believing your words. jj takes a deep breath and nods, composing himself. you make eye contact with rafe and he smirks, licking his lip.
"deal," jj reluctantly agrees. you anxiously fidget with jj's hoodie strings as they get on their bikes.
"it's okay, jj'll win," sarah reassures you, "rafe's a city boy at heart."
3, 2, 1. and they're off. you watch as the bikes speed off, it's a loop that takes about three minutes when jj goes full speed with you on his bike. you can't deny that your mind wanders, thinking about what would happen if rafe won. you had heard rumors about him, what he's like in bed, how big his di- no you shouldn't be thinking about this, you mentally scold yourself. jj's going to win, for sure.
the longest two minutes and thirty seconds ever, you see jj and rafe come back into view. you can't see who's winning, they're too far away. and once again, your heart drops when a bike crosses the finish line, and it's not jj.
"fuck!" jj screams, throwing his helmet down, as rafe gets off his bike. rafe simply smirks, knowing why jj is pissed.
"it's okay, you'll get her back tomorrow, pogue." rafe pats him on his shoulder and heads towards you but john b. and pope stand in front of you, jj joining them shortly after.
an argument ensues, rafe insisting that a deal is a deal and his friends backing it up and the pogues insisting that it isn't fair to you. after a good few minutes, you speak up.
"guys! it's okay!" all the boys pause and stare at you in disbelief.
"it's one night, i'll be fine," you reassure them, "a deal's a deal." jj tries convincing you otherwise but there's absolutely no use, rafe won.
-
rafe pushes you down onto his bed, kissing you hungrily, "i'll make you feel better than that pogue ever did, princess. you're gorgeous, too gorgeous to be with a dirty pogue."
"r-rafe.." you whimper out, loving the feeling of his lips as they trail down your jaw and neck. you soak through your panties as he toys with you, taking his time.
he slips your shirt off and unties your bikini top you had on underneath, sighing when he sees your tits, "knew you had pretty fucking tits, you let jj see these?"
"y-yes.." you admit as rafe leans down and uses his mouth to give some attention to your tits.
"he's undeserving." rafe says, and after a bit more foreplay, he's shoving his cock into you.
"oh god! you're so big, jesus!"
"that's right, baby, keep talking," rafe says, fucking you slow and deep, "say my name like a prayer, sweet girl." he rubs your clit as he fucks into you, holding your hip with the other hand, "bet jj never makes you feel this good, huh? your poor pussy is squeezing me so tight, he must not be taking proper care of her."
you don't respond, your eyes rolling back as his pace picks up. your tits bounce as he fucks into you and you don't even notice the phone in the background of his room, recording every single moment. your pussy squeezes rafe tight, wanting him more and more.
rafe groans, "shit- fuck- such a pretty pussy. might have to come back for more of this. we'll keep it a secret from your boyfriend, mkay?"
"m-mkay.." you slur out, cock drunk. without warning, your cunt pulses wildly around his cock, making him pause and speed up.
"that's it, cum on my cock. im gonna fill you up, got it? maybe i'll get you pregnant, then you can be mine forever."
you don't make any effort to stop him as he cums inside, even though you don't even let jj do that. rafe pulls out and cleans you up, getting up after. as you rest in bed, oblivious to what he's doing. he grabs the phone and sends the video to jj with the caption, 'sorry man, she's mine now. made her pussy all mine, have fun jerkin' your dick to this. fucking cuck.'
#obx#outerbanks#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#jj maybank#rafe cameron x reader#jj maybank x reader#rafe cameron thirst#rafe obx
652 notes
·
View notes