#needed the fluff do bad today T_T

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Little Monsters

rating: 18+ Explicit

pairing: dieter x f!reader

word count: 5K

summary: A phone call home to your family has you missing them desperately . . . especially your husband, who always knows exactly what you need.

warnings/tags: pregnancy, Dieter has children and is actually a really good dad, director!reader, 1st half is mind numbing tooth rotting FLUFF, 2nd half is straight filth and dieter has a nasty nasty mouth, masturbation, camera/phone sex, slight breeding kink, one single use of ‘Daddy’, if I had an ounce of shame left in me I would not have posted this

a/n: special shout outs go to @spookyxsam for showing me about how babies work and to @lunapascal and @mysterious-moonstruck-musings for talking me off the daddy dieter ledge. this is my first pregnancy fic and i do not know what came over me (she lied, knowing damn good and well what happened to her brain chemistry)

from @yoursoulsunbreakable 's request: Hello sweetie, congratulations on your milestone <3 Here's my request for the little drabble: 5. “Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.” With our precious Dieter and smutty? Hope it'll inspire you 😘

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“Tell me what you would want to do, if you were here right now.”

“Oh, Dieter, I’d – I’d –,”

“Yeah?”

You let out a burst of air from your lips, flopping back against the pillows. “I’d ask you for a foot rub,” you whine into the camera. 

He chuckles, the sound a bit garbled through the speakers. He leans forward into the camera, as if trying to see down your body, the angle of the phone against the hotel’s lamp not quite right. 

“Is Bravo Baby number three giving you trouble?” 

You eye your swelling feet over the steadily swelling bump. Well into your second trimester and the list of shoes in your closet you could still wear is shrinking rapidly. This also happened with your second child and when Dieter made one joke about keeping you barefoot in the kitchen, you nearly threw a butcher’s knife at his head. You stroke the left side of your stomach to preemptively soothe the little brat before they start wailing on that spot all night, sighing into your husband’s sympathetic, pixelated face. 

“They’ve been grouchy all day. Tom had to leave me in the car for a bit after we scouted a potential place for the exterior shots to finish taking pictures because somebody was having a grand old time wearing me out.” You narrow your eyes at him through the camera. “As if there was any doubt this was your child.” 

This is a constant inside joke between you. Your first kid, a girl, was a beautiful blend of both you and Dieter. His eyes, but your hair, your cheeks, and his nose. He also got to name her – said it came to him after he bought some chocolate and water at the hospital lounge –

“Zelle, Dieter, ‘Zelle’?? Like the money transaction service?” 

But you had been too zonked out on painkillers and endorphins to object (you thought it was beautiful at the time), and he signed the papers anyway. Neither of you had come up with a fitting name before then and he swears the instant he held his baby girl in his hands for the first time, it came to him, as if the stars rearranged themselves in the sky with that name. Incurably a romantic at heart – your husband – you found it sweet and also idiotic, but it was too late now. 

Your second one, Orion, had his name written down on a post-it note you carried in your purse for months and you made sure to show the nurse when you were admitted. Not that Dieter would intentionally go against the name you had agreed on if the baby was a boy, but there was a slim chance he’d get so caught up in the moment and, with watery eyes, tell the nurse to write something like Mars Bar on the birth certificate. 

And, for all that, Orion could have been a carbon copy of you.

The joke started when Dieter picked him up from his crib one night and brought that gurgling little mouth right up to his nose. “Are you sure you didn’t just spontaneously create this one? I don’t see a single hint of me in this little guy.” To which Orion giggled around a drool-damp fist and promptly bopped his father on the nose with it. 

“Are you saying you don’t remember what happened the night he was conceived?” You asked with a smirk over your shoulder as you returned some baby bibs to the drawer. 

Dieter snorted and slid Orion into the crook of his arm, those onesie-white feet seen kicking over his forearm. “Now Mommy is just being plain silly.”

That was five years ago and you couldn’t exactly deny you were excited for the smell of newborn to be all over your husband again. 

“I’ll be glad when we hit the last trimester,” he says, chin propped up on his wrist to stare down at you in his other palm, “so I can wave that doctor’s note in your face when you try to work too hard . . . like you are now.” 

You shift onto your side to face him, rolling your eyes. “You only like the third trimester for the sex hormones.” 

After spending most of your first pregnancy, and at least half of your second, trying to claw Dieter’s eyes out if he so much as breathed in your direction, he was delighted to find that by month seven, the hellcat who had taken over his wife’s body turned into a needy, whiny little kitten. 

Some of the best orgasms of his life come from those months, he swears up and down. 

“I’m not going to complain,” he grins, peering down at you from those prescription sunglasses. The Dieter you used to know wore them because he was constantly hungover; your husband wears them because he keeps accidentally misplacing his actual prescription glasses. “All I’m saying is you better be back in time so Daddy can play house with Mommy.” 

The shrill cry is heard through the phone, the closed bedroom door, and at least one hallway:

“Is Mommy on the phone?” 

Barely a second later, you watch over his shoulder as the door flings open and a wild blur of arms and legs dogpiles Dieter onto the bed. You hear him grunt, the camera flips up to the ceiling, as Zelle and Orion clamor for the phone. Chuckling to yourself, you take up the phone from the bedside table and hold it in your palm as you lean back against the pillows and your children’s faces flash over the small screen. 

“Mommy, I made a bug out of noodles and string today.”

“Mommy, I saw a cat that looked like a cow today.”

“Mommy, Daddy’s broccoli tasted funny - you cook it better!”

“Hey!” He lunges for Zelle’s little ankle and pulls her up around her waist as she giggles helplessly. 

You can barely see them, Orion’s pudgy little finger over most of the camera, Dieter’s hair and Zelle’s kicking feet visible only in flashes. 

“You better go help your sister, Orion!” 

Needing no other prompting, he drops the phone against the pillows and leaps onto his father, squealing at the noise Dieter makes. Where Orion got your looks, he had all of his father’s mannerism. You blinked twice when as a toddler Orion’s purposeful pout had looked so similar to his father’s, you wondered if they had practiced it together. Orion is ruthless when it comes to the tickle wars and immediately goes for Dieter’s neck. 

“Help!” he chokes, “I’m being overrun by tiny monsters!”

Zelle roars at his hip and Orion howls – he’d be a werewolf for Halloween a third year in a row if the tradition continued. Despite more frequent and loud protests about his poor back, Dieter lunges forward and yanks Zelle under his arm like she’s a football. He does the same to Orion and faceplants with both of them successfully pinned. It’s the oldest trick in the book and you muse what he’s going to do when they are too big to do that to anymore. But, as Dieter likes to say, one colossal nightmare at a time. 

“Peace treaty?” His voice is muffled by the blanket. 

“Stand and deliver,” they repeat, breathlessly and red faced. He lets them go and the two bodies barely move, grins still plastered to their faces. Cheeks pink, Dieter crawls over and snags the phone.

“See, darling?” he says between heavy breaths, “this parenting stuff is easy.” 

“Mommy, when are you coming home?” Zelle pops her head between Dieter and the phone, her cheek pink and her little hands pushing her hair off her face. 

“Yeah!” Orion pipes up, crawling over Dieter’s back, hooking his tiny hands over his father’s throat. Dieter’s eyes bug out for a moment before adjusting the five year old’s grip. “Are you done chasing the dragon?”

At that, Dieter snickers and you can’t glare with fire in your eyes like you’d like to so you plaster on an overly sweet smile on your face. 

“Rori, we asked you not to say that. It’s a stork, remember?” 

Orion frowns into Dieter’s curls. “But I want a baby brother or sister that comes from a dragon’s egg.” 

“Yeah, Mom, a dragon baby is way cooler than a stork baby.” 

Oh, you are going to kill him. 

This was another ongoing joke . . . for Dieter. Orion’s teacher called home one night after Orion proudly announced that his mommy was off chasing the dragon. Understandably concerned about the phrase, she called to make sure everything was alright, only to find out what he meant was that his mother was expecting a new baby and instead of a stork, his father told him that Mommy was going to find a dragon to put a new egg inside her tummy, and then the new baby would eventually pop out from the egg. 

This was something you had to relay through the phone to the teacher . . . because Dieter was curled up on the floor, laughing so hard he went mute, tears rolling down red cheeks. This had been his ‘stork’ story for Orion, and apparently unaware of just how impressionable a five-year-old is, told him that Mommy was chasing the dragon for a new egg. Dieter says his greatest regret in his life is that he wasn’t there to see the look on Orion’s teacher’s face. 

After that, you (and Dieter once he recovered) tried to alter the story enough so that he wouldn’t accidentally imply his mother was off on a drug binge, but evidently too much stuck. 

“I’m meeting with the dragon tomorrow, okay? I’m not chasing after anything. We’re having lunch. Right, Dad?”

“Absolutely.” He nods seriously at Orion and kisses that fat little cheek. 

“When is the dragon gonna give you the egg with my baby sister in it?” Zelle asks, matching Dieter on her stomach. Dieter’s confidence manifested perfectly in his daughter; you and him had told her many times that the baby might be a little brother, but she just stuck her nose in the air. “I know it’s a sister,” she said, with a characteristic roll of her eyes. 

“A couple more months, baby,” you smile, unconsciously rubbing at your stomach again. Baby Bravo is suspiciously quiet. Not soon enough. “But I’ll be home tomorrow, but you two have to be good for Dad until then, okay?” 

Orion nods from Dieter’s shoulder, but Zelle smirks up at her father in a way that is well beyond her six years.

“I promise to eat all of Daddy’s nasty broccoli!”

Dieter’s own impish nature, thrown right back at him. The one solace you found is that your husband might have finally met his match. 

He grabs her, flips her on her back, and blows a strawberry on her tummy as she shrieks with glee. 

“Alright – that’s it – it’s bath time for all naughty monsters!” He hikes Orion over his shoulder and picks up Zelle by her waist. He glances back over at you, his eyes bright and a giant smile on his face. 

You swear every time you see Orion, there’s less and less baby in his pudgy face, his little hands. Zelle is constantly saying and doing things that surprises you with the depth of their awareness and you know it doesn’t all come from you or Dieter. 

Your heart actually aches from missing them so much. 

“Monsters, say goodnight to Queen Monster–,” more yelling, roaring, “I’ll call you later tonight, okay, baby?” 

You nod, your eyes suddenly hot and tight. “O-okay – love you all.”

“LOVE YOU!” The three-headed monster yells in unison as it lumbers out of the bedroom.

You end the call, just before the tears spill. Again on your back, you stare at the ceiling feeling incredibly sorry for yourself when the baby rolls over and kicks you in the ribs. 

Hey, I’m here too!

You laugh, a little watery, and you wipe your eyes with your palms. Just get through tonight and you’re home. 

“Okay, okay, I’m up. Let’s get ready for bed, would you like that?”

It’s late. You know you should be asleep already, but the shower had taken longer than expected. The phone call with your husband and children lingered in your mind when you turned on the water and stripped down. Your heart was so full to see Orion’s pout and Zelle’s mischievous grin, especially after such a long day on your feet and for all his teasing, Dieter’s own ease and confidence as a father, as well as a husband, left you feeling . . . warm. In fact, your mind’s eye lingers on him in the memory of the call: his beautiful, rich curls – those square black glasses that made him look annoyingly mysterious and so goddamn hot – his biceps flexing as he throws around his children with ease, his shoulders broad and straining against his shirt — his bulging forearm making his triangle tattoo pop – his wedding ring that replaced all the other rings –

The good news is the baby was almost here. The bad news is that you’re suddenly irrationally horny and your all-too-eager husband was a plane ride away. 

Entirely naked besides the white hotel robe around your shoulders, you sternly ignore the plush tingling between your legs and try to focus on rubbing in lotion into your legs, your hips, over the old and new stretch marks over your stomach. Your fingers rub underneath the curve of your stomach and accidentally brush the damp curls, sending tiny shock waves up your pelvis. You gasp lowly, freezing, eyes tightly shut, fighting back that wave of arousal. 

Goddamn it. 

At first you think the ringing is between your ears, your blood rushing hard and fast, and then you realize it’s actually your phone going off.

Daddy Dieter, the screen reads.

You frown at the clock – if it’s late for you, then it’s very late for him. When he said he’d call you later, you didn’t think he meant literally later tonight. Still frowning, you put down the bottle of lotion and answer the phone.

“Dieter?” 

“Hey, baby. How’s your night?” 

He pulls back the phone and your mouth flushes with spit. He’s shirtless, sunglasses replaced with his actual glasses, that silver earring glinting in the low light. In the center of your bed, he’s propped up on several pillows with his arm tucked behind his head. He has thickened over the years, his chest and shoulders taking on a new weight as if he physically grew into fatherhood — and God, if his bicep was bulging before –

“Dieter –,” your voice is hoarse at first and you have to clear your throat to get anything out of your mouth that isn’t a whine. “Dieter, what are you doing up?”

He shrugs like he’s just been bored at home. “Bath time was easy. Orion wanted just one story and Zelle didn’t put up a fight when I told her it was bedtime and she had to put away the crayons.” 

You narrow your eyes. “Did you slip them Benadryl?” 

“Wow! No! Did you ever think that maybe I’m just that good of a dad?” He scoffs, mildly offended. And then he smirks. “I told them you’d come home sooner if they were good.”

“Ah, the old Santa Claus trick.” You nod sagely and sit down on the edge of the bed, the movement tugging the robe slightly. “Always a classic.”

“Yeah, I –,” Dieter’s eyes widen, edges going dark. “Are you naked?” 

You swallow, his sudden shift in tone causing your thighs to clench. You cross your legs as tightly as your belly will allow, your chin held high.

“I’m in a robe, Dieter. Took a long shower.”

His eyes glitter with interest, the tip of his tongue running on the edge of his bottom lip. “How long?”  

Feeling hot and swollen for months now, you flush pink, an overripe peach beneath the slightest pressure of his thumb. 

“Dieter–,” it’s a whine but you shake your head. “Please don’t tease. I’m so . . . sensitive right now, and I won’t be home until tomorrow and–,”

“Baby, baby, breathe. I know it hurts.” He sits up, his eyes big and dark. “I remember how wet you get around now.”

Your cunt drools onto the robe below you, thighs sticky, his words ringing in your ears. 

“Dieter, don’t –,”

“I know I can’t help you but what if I showed you how to help yourself?” 

You whimper, arousal now hot and warm in the pit of your stomach. The strength of it makes your pelvis ache. You know it won’t be the same as him, but his voice, it might be enough. You nod, your heart pounding, hand holding the phone shaking. 

“Then lie back, baby.” Dieter purrs and it’s almost like he’s pushing you back with his hands. You shift up the bed, careful to not step on your robe with your heels as you center yourself in the covers. But Dieter’s moving, off the bed, and he’s adjusting something behind his phone.

The baby inside you can feel your heartbeat racing and they turn, uneasy. You soothe them with small circles just above your hips, your lips between your teeth. But that touch on your skin, the look in Dieter’s eyes, you brush lower on your skin and immediately you shudder. 

“Baby, please, hurry, whatever you’re doing, hurry –,” 

You drop your fingers over your thighs, curling and uncurling, drawing imaginary lines like he does in the mornings against your shoulders and back. 

“Just a second, sorry, almost got it.”

Then he steps back, the phone hovering in the air. Dieter sits on the bed and the camera holds the entire bed in view. Dieter is nothing if not a performer, bringing a tripod into the bedroom when he knows you need him the most. He’s so fucking hot.

“Can you see me, baby?” 

You nod stiffly. “How do you want me?” 

“Whatever way is comfortable,” he smiles and it’s almost as hot as his smirk. Fuck, he loves you so much. You slide the robe off your shoulders, exposing the tops of your breasts as best you can and still keeping your phone up. “Perfect, baby, that’s perfect.” 

Your hand drops to your thigh again, dragging your nails up under the swell of your belly and you twitch. 

“T-tell me what you would want to do,” you begin, your voice shaking, arousal smooth as it licks up your spine, “if you were here right now.” You feel warm all over, the sheets cool against your calves. 

This far away, you can’t see his eyes clear enough to watch them darken entirely, but his low grunt is enough. It’s time for him to perform for his pregnant and insatiable wife. 

He slips his glasses off and tosses them onto the bedside table, where they land with a clatter. You can’t even think of scolding him when he lifts his hips and yanks his gray sweatpants down his knees, then to the floor. He’s half-hard as he shuffles back to the pillows, nearly in the same position you are. You shift to match him entirely, needing the immersion to be total and complete. You’d cry if he could actually touch you.

“Are you comfortable?”

You nod again. But Dieter shakes his head, his fingers digging into his thighs. “I can’t see you this far away, baby. I need you to say it. Talk to me.”

He was usually the one vocal enough for both of you, any coherent language impossible with the mess he makes out of you. You can’t imagine what you’re going to sound like, not when you’re this needy and desperate already.

“O-okay, Dieter, I’ll try.” 

“Good girl.” You whimper again, trying to restrain from touching yourself before he tells you to. But you’re throbbing, the heat blooming from your cunt rushing to the rest of your body, the baby in you restless. As if mother and child can only be soothed by their father. “Now, breathe, darling, you’re flushed.” 

You inhale, the air notching on every bone in your spine, and exhale, your lungs shuddering, eyes shut. “Dieter, please, tell me what you’d –,” 

“I’d touch your thighs,” he says with such immediacy, your eyes spring open. He’s got the knee farthest from you bent up, as if putting himself on display, turning his hips towards the camera slightly. His other leg is stretched out long beside him and his left hand strokes his cock. Hair and shoulders backlit from the far lamp, the image of him like this alone — just for you — has your cunt clenching, a moan spilling from your lips. “Touch your thighs, baby.”

You can’t grab as much skin as he does, but you try. You lift your knees, and massage the backs of your thighs, then up to your knees, and back down. You can almost feel his breath on your calves and you shudder. “What else? W-where else?” 

“I’ve been thinking about your tits for days,” he groans, the sound strangled, his cock now fully-hard and red. He cups himself, twisting as slow as he can take it. “Tell me what your tits feel like.” 

“Sensitive,” you gasp as you draw two fingers across your nipple and squeeze gently. Dieter only uses his mouth now on them, so you wet them with yours and return them to your swollen bud, slowly twisting and pulling. 

He’s watching you through the camera, eyes wide, breath sharp when you suck your fingers into your mouth. “Fuck, yeah, that’s right. Get them wet. What are you thinking about?”

“You. Your lips around my nipple, under my breast. Your teeth. They’re so heavy, Dieter.” 

His hips jerk under his hand, his fingers moving faster now. You can’t quite hear what he’s muttering, but you catch weak mumblings, “gonna feed our baby”, “yeah, your tits”, the baby” —

“Dieter, please–,” 

“Touch yourself with your fingers wet from your mouth. T-t-tell me what it feels like.”

With a relieved cry, you slide your hand down from your tits, over the swell of your belly, and in between your thighs. Wetness clings to the curls, to the curve of your ass, your body so ready to take him, and it locks up when you slip a finger inside.

“So wet. Warm. How many fingers can I put in?”

“One, but – can you already do two?”

You nod, the huff arching into a whine. “Yeah, baby. You have no idea how wet I am. I can slip in two with no resistance.”

“Jesus,” he pants and slows down, his hips rocking of their own accord. “You’ve got me so hard.” 

You curl your fingers inside of you, searching for that spot made and found and praised by him. Your folds plump and achy, you twist your wrist, scissor your fingers, but it’s not the same. It’s not the same as his three fingers plugging you up, readying you to take so much of him, it’s enough to ease the sharp ache for a bit. You moan, fucking yourself more. He hears it, sees it, and grunts. 

“You can come wherever you want, baby,” he murmurs, his own hand hesitant to match your speed. He tugs on his balls and his toes curl, his neck long and tense. “Fuck, I need your hands.”

“Me too,” you sob, real tears pricking the corners of your eyes. It feels good but it’s not the relief you need. It’s pathetic but you don’t want to stop. You can’t get in deep enough, even if you could get around your big belly. “Dieter, I can’t reach. It’s – I’m –,”

“Breathe, love, it’s okay.” His voice is soothing, calming. The same one he uses when you’re in labor and the sweet honey warmth of it sinks into your bones, easing the panic. You slow, gasping, tears pooling down your temple. Your orgasm is harsh, sunken in the dark, waiting for you to draw it out.

“What can you reach?”

“My clit.” 

“Then touch that. Can I see?”

You nod, angle the phone down as you rub that electric nub. 

“Oh, fuck, baby. I know it’s frustrating and I know it hurts, but you look so fucking good. So wet for me. Your pussy is perfect, pink, just how I like her.”

“Yeah?” you spin your fingers faster. That hot arousal returns steadily, melting back the resentment towards your own body the longer he praises. 

“Oh yeah.” You can hear the slap of skin on the other end of the phone and you can picture Dieter flat on his back jerking himself off to your pulsating cunt and you moan, loudly, tension evaporating from your body. “How do you feel?”

“Good. Tight. I just need a bit more.” 

“Me too. Let me see your face, pretty girl.” You turn the camera and gape at the sight on the screen. 

Precum drips out of his now-purple cock, his chest flushed and neck sweaty. He’s twirling the head around with his thumb at the pace you’ve set with your fingers against your clit. 

“Look at what you’ve done to me. You’re so fucking gorgeous. Can’t wait for you to be home so I can eat you out for hours.” 

“I want your cock in me, Dieter,” you gasp, furiously rubbing on your clit, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through you. Your cunt clenches in time with your thudding heartbeat. “You’re so thick. I wanna feel the stretch.”

“Oh, I’m gonna fuck you hard.” The confession is a low snarl, a promise made between the ridges of his teeth. He fucks his fist faster, the noise over his labored breathing obscene. “Gonna put your hands on the headboard, your pussy in my lap and I’m gonna fuck up into you until I fill you full again. Wanna make you pregnant twice.” 

Arousal floods your veins, your thighs a gooey mess. You toss your head back, back arching, and you moan as loud as you can. 

“Oh– shit, oh, oh, shit–,”

“You’re gonna leak all over my thighs and when you’re done coming so hard you can’t see straight, I’m gonna lick it up all off you, my wife. Mine. My baby. Mine. Fuck, you look so good full of me.”

He’s never this possessive, never angry that he can’t have you but he sounds livid. He fucks his fist, his hips bucking into nothing, his other hand squeezing his thigh so hard his knuckles go white. 

You circle your clit one more time and finally — your orgasm crests, your body locking up, your cunt gushing – and it leaves your mouth before you can stop it –

“Oh, Daddy–,”

You hear him gasp as if electrocuted, and you have to drop your phone to steady yourself as the weight of white-hot pleasure explodes across your body. You rock, breath gone from your lungs, mouth open in a silent scream, and everything slams back into you and you gasp, high and loud, every inch of your skin hot and trembling. You don’t realize you’re sweating until you feel it drip off your neck.  

All you can hear is Dieter panting from your phone amongst the covers, the sound muffled. Your eyes flutter as the warm waves languish, then curl, and finally, you sigh as the last waves drain out of your body. If you weren’t lying down you’re sure you’d be dizzy.

“Oh my god,” you mutter breathlessly to no one in particular.

“B-baby, you still there?”

You blindly feel around for your phone, arm so weak it’s trembling as you pull the camera towards your face

Dieter looks about as fucked out as you feel. Cock limp and still dribbling, his stomach and chest are covered in cum. He pushes his damp hair off his forehead, eyes wide and staring at the ceiling. 

“Holy shit, baby, that was …”

“Yeah,” you nod, swallowing your dry tongue, wishing again he was here so he could get you a glass of water. “I hope that wasn’t all of it because I really want you to say all of those things again tomorrow when you’re inside me.”

He groans and adjusts his limp cock. “You say that now but wait until Baby Bravo kicks you in the kidneys. You’ll be feeling a lot less generous towards this,” he gestures aimlessly to his naked body, “then.”

You chuckle. “Let’s just hope for the best. Besides,” you say, groaning a bit as you sit up to wipe the sweat off your neck with the robe, “I’m pretty sure I can have you eating out of the palm of my hand. Now that I know your secret . . . Daddy.” 

Dieter groans as you laugh. He shakes his head. “You shouldn’t be so surprised by now when you make me discover new kinks.” 

“Mhmm hmm.” 

He rolls his eyes as he gets up and picks the phone off the tripod. Holding the phone to his face, he wipes the cum off with his sweatpants before turning his attention back to you.

“How are you? Feel better?”

“Much better.” You stretch and lean back in the bed. If he was here, you’d probably be asking to eat you out, but at least the knife’s edge of desire has dulled. You can at least wait until nap time to jump your husband’s bones. 

“Good,” Dieter sighs, satisfied. “I’ll be there to pick you up from the airport tomorrow, okay?”

He always gets like this the nearer the due date comes, as if he can’t stand to see you lift a finger unnecessarily. You smile and nod, never wanting it to be any other way. 

“I’ll text you when I land.”

“Okay. Good night, my biggest love. I love you, so much.” 

“I love you too, Dieter.” Goddamn hormones, making you cry again. 

“Now lemme say goodbye to our little traveler.”

You wipe your eyes with your thumb as you tilt the phone to your swollen belly. 

“Good night, Baby Bravo. Can’t wait to have you around.”

And, at the sound of their father’s voice, they stir. Not kick or hurt. Just a tiny foot against your tight skin.

You are officially crying now. 

“They said hi, didn’t they?”

You’re nodding, crying, and he can’t see a damn thing. “Yeah,” you say quietly. “They said good night, Dad.”

He’s patient with you as you wipe your eyes, cheeks flushed again. 

“Baby, don’t cry, you’re breaking my heart.”

“You’re just a really good dad. And I’m so lucky,” you blubber. “This is it! I’m never leaving to go scouting again. I can’t take it.” 

“Mhmm. Let’s revisit that when you’re about two months postpartum and clawing at the walls.”

You laugh with him, your own sticky and goopy. “Fine.”

“Go to bed, love, and for the record, I’m the lucky one. Don’t forget that. I’ll see you in the morning.”

“Good night.” You blow a kiss and he catches it. You roll your eyes. “Love you.”

“Love you too.”

You stay like that for a bit, cradled by the pillows, and your phone on your chest, thinking about everything from Dieter to the next school picture day, to the next family vacation, and of course, the zillion things you have to get done with work before the baby comes — hopefully all from the home office.

She kicks. 

You smile, wondering how you and Zelle both just know it’s a girl. Dieter has his own suspicions, he says, but he’s saving them. Orion would probably be thrilled to have a dragon in the family. You snort, hand over the place where she put her little foot.

“I miss them too, sweetie. And once you’re here, we’ll outnumber those silly boys. Maybe we’ll have to get a dog. You’ll like dogs.”

She’s silent, maybe sleeping, maybe thinking about what the heck a dog is. You smile, turn off the lamp, and peel back the covers. The sheets are cool and soft.

You fall asleep, dreaming of little feet, and hands, and wedding rings.

[sttoru]

STEP ON ME !

ෆ sypnosis. satoru decides to surprise you by making breakfast in bed since you weren’t feeling well. he leaves the kitchen a complete mess, which only stresses you out more and it eventually turns into a small argument.

ෆ note. had to make some satoru angst (+ comfort at the end).. based on a thought i had of satoru holding back tears & failinf t_t not proofread !

ෆ tags. gojo satoru x female reader. angst, reverse comfort, bits of fluff, satoru holdin back tears because he isn’t used to u raising ur voice.. ehem. that’s all ima say.

satoru’s tongue stuck out between his lips as he was deeply focused on cracking an egg open without making too much noise. he had planned this surprise breakfast for you in secrecy ever since he spotted the stress and fatigue in your demeanour. it was written all over your face: you needed a break from life itself and as soon as it was possible.

the least your lover could do was make things easier for you by doing the simplest of tasks. that’s the reason behind satoru’s motivation this morning. he was determined to make you your favourite food just to be able to see that smile on your face again.

‘then, add 200ml of milk,’ the voice of a woman explaining the recipe on a youtube video sounded from somewhere in the kitchen. satoru couldn’t even spot his phone throughout the entire mess he made; he just followed what the voice said.

there was flour everywhere on the counter along with broken egg shells, spilled milk, ripped open packages of seasoning, some other pans on the stove which got toasts in them (already halfway burning). all in all, it was utter chaos, though it seemed like satoru’s been used to it.

“okay.. now we mix it.” satoru mumbles to himself and grabs a whisk to mix the ingredients in the bowl. he had a joyful expression on his face, dimples showing near the corners of his mouth, blue eyes glimmering with anticipation at what your reaction could be.

‘she’s gonna be so surprised—can’t wait,’ your lover was already imagining just what your face would look like once he surprises you. it fills his heart with pure and unadulterated love.

little did he knew that you were already awake due to the distant noises of destruction in your kitchen. you had awoken with a headache and were already in a bad mood because of whoever interrupted your (already) poor sleeping schedule. satoru was most likely the culprit since he wasn’t in bed with you right this moment.

you lift yourself up with a groan, mumbling some complaints once you realised that you had been awoken at 9 in the morning. today was the first and last day in so many weeks that you could sleep in, yet was instantly ruined. this only fuelled your stress for the day ahead.

what you didn’t expect, however, was to find the kitchen in such a disastrous condition. you freeze on spot and stare at the mess with wide eyes. the only thing you could hope for in that instant, was that this was all part of a very long and realistic nightmare.

satoru wiped some flour from his face as he was too engrossed on perfectly cutting up some of your favourite fruit. he had a proud expression on his face once the last pieces were sliced up and stepped back to admire his work, “absolute masterpiece. bet she’ll be happy about it.”

a long sigh coming from behind the sorcerer made him turn around. his face lit up at the sight of you. especially because he loves how adorable you look in the mornings; a bit grumpy, tired eyes, pouty lips— although there was no denying it; you seemed even grumpier today which didn’t surprise him. you were going through a hard time after all.

“hi, baby!” satoru greets you with a bright smile in hopes to erase whatever was bothering you, “i made you your favourite breakfast combo. i thought i’d surprise you today, but heh, guess you found out before i could.”

you didn’t even pay any mind to what was said nor did you look up at your lover even once. all your eyes were seeing was the complete mess all around the kitchen, on the tiles, counter and walls.

“satoru,” another deep sighs leaves your lips in attempt to calm your nerves and not lose your temper, “what’s all this?”

satoru hesitates a little to speak up once he senses the slight discomfort—no—irritation building up in you. he’s always been attentive to any changes in your mood and that’s how he easily comes to know when you’re upset. this moment was no different.

“hm? what?” satoru slowly asks, voice lower than it was previously. he really was trying not to accidentally strike a nerve, all the while keeping that big smile on his lips. there was a quiet voice in the back of his mind which was telling him that you were at the verge of breaking down. you’ve been on the edge since yesterday. it was only a matter of time for you to lose your temper.

thus, satoru decides to tread carefully, doing that by trying to change topics and feigning innocence. of course, he knew you meant the disaster in the kitchen, however he figured it’d be the right choice to make you forget about it;

“you mean this? it’s your favourite pancakes and—uhh— your favourite fruits and stuff. y’know what i realised this morning? cookin’ is really har—”

“don’t act dumb. you know damn well what i meant, gojo.”

the harsh words pierce through satoru’s soul. the tone of voice used by you sending an uncomfortable shiver down his spine. it was noticeable, the physical changes satoru went through in under two seconds: his smile dropped, lips slightly parting in mild shock, body freezing and eyes shaky as they looked back at yours.

the last thing he had expected was for you to be so stone cold to him. satoru never has heard you be this hostile against him throughout the entirety of your relationship, hence his reaction.

and the cherry on top? you using his family’s name to refer to satoru as an individual. the only ones using ‘gojo’ to refer to him were his students and strangers. it felt like your long, loving and strong relationship was shattered in that split second.

“b-baby, i..” he stumbles over his own words. what was there left to say, anyway? you clearly felt angry with him to the point your eyes were glaring at him like he was an enemy of yours. not a lover whom had only shown care and love for you all this time.

all satoru wanted was to make you happy. he didn’t want to upset you in any way, but you were too stressed out by everything to even notice his pure intentions. after all, a negative mindset drives you to hyper focus on all the negativity going on in your life.

“just get out.” you sigh as you walk past your lover, slightly bumping against the tall man which-surprisingly-makes him budge and stumble a step back, “i’ll clean this up.”

satoru didn’t even look at you anymore as his gaze was fixed on the cold tiles underneath his feet. there were a thousand questions going through his head. he didn’t want an answer to all of them. he only needed an answer to one:

“are you mad at me?”

satoru’s voice hadn’t sounded this weak and fragile in ages. in fact, satoru hadn’t felt his heart ache this bad in decades. he knows; he knows he messes up sometimes. the mistakes made in the past, which led to disappointment and even breaks of long lasting relationships, haunted him every night. he never blames others for leaving him since the only outcome of staying with him was disadvantageous.

you don’t answer that question, being too focused on cleaning the food and ingredients cluttered everywhere. the fact that you didn’t answer made satoru panic. even if he tried his best not to show his weakness in the moment.

if only he hadn’t made a mess, if only he didn’t try to do something he knew he wasn’t good at, if only.. he never stepped foot in this kitchen today; none of this would have happened. he wouldn’t have hurt another person who was dear to him.

satoru clenches his fists, white locks covering his eyes to hide the pain, panic and despair in them. there was a lump in the back of his throat, one which he had grown to get used to whenever things go wrong.

but, he can handle it; he can just push those feelings away and act like everything was okay. like he wasn’t hurt by your words. he should just go and help you clean up silently; with a smile on his face regardless. maybe it’d cheer you up— it’s always worth a try.

whilst being in hurtful moments like these, gojo satoru couldn’t help but be the most selfless person on earth.

“sorry. i’m sorry.” his voice breaks the uneasy silence between the two of you. without facing him, you could sense the devastation in his tone. satoru clenches his fists so hard that he could feel his nails making a small wound on the palm. he was trying his utter best not to break down in front of you, because that would be unlike him; unlike the strongest.

“please don’t be mad at me.” what he actually meant by that sentence was ‘please don’t leave me’. satoru’s eye twitches a little as tears begin to blur his vision. he turns his back at you so that you couldn’t notice them— or rather— can’t notice his vulnerability in general.

your movements come to an abrupt halt as your ears pick up on a small hitch of his breath. you knew it well; the little gasp of air before somebody starts crying. that’s when you snapped out of your angry trance, your whole demeanour mellowing instantly.

you turned your body sideways and bit your lip once you saw how satoru had his back turned to you—his shoulders trembling a bit from your point of view. you hesitantly took a few steps towards your lover and when you spoke, your voice was a complete opposite to its earlier used tone, “hey, satoru.”

silence.

you felt your heart break as you realised what you’ve said earlier and how bad it could’ve came across to satoru. your gaze falls on the plates he filled with your all time favourite dishes. the mess surrounding it was just evidence of his hard work— his love for you.

“baby.” you try again, placing a careful hand on satoru’s back. he’s never shown you a vulnerable side of his. you were always met with silly smiles or jokes, despite him being at his lowest.

satoru tensed up a bit as your hand came in contact with his body. it was not out of fear for you, but rather for the consequences of that touch. it was like he forgot all about your irritation from earlier and just set his attention on how you tried to comfort him.

a sigh leaves your lips before you step around satoru’s body to face him properly. his head was still held low and his snowy bangs kept covering his beautiful eyes, though there was no doubt about it: he was silently crying.

you reach out for him, pulling his head to rest on your chest, your other arm draped around his shoulders. soft pecks were placed all over his soft hair while his face was buried in your chest.

in a fraction of just a second, satoru’s entire body melts into your embrace. his arms wrap around your waist while his face was squished against your chest. your scent filled his nostrils which bought him a sense of safety and comfort since it meant that you were still with him. satoru sniffles quietly and squeezes you tightly like he doesn’t want to ever let go of you.

“i’m sorry, okay? i’m the one who should be sorry. not you. please forgive me for snapping at you.” you mumble, feeling the guilt hit you in big waves when you took note of the way satoru clung onto you.

quiet sobs, ones that left you devastated, filled the silence in the kitchen. the vibrations of satoru’s soft cries could be felt against your chest and it caused you to hug him tighter than before. you nuzzle your nose into his white, fluffy hair and plant a couple more kisses on his scalp which were meant for comfort.

constant apologies spill from your lips as you realise how bad you must’ve hurt the guy to get him to cry; if anyone else saw satoru straight up sob like this, they’d be baffled yet curious as to what could’ve made such an all time upbeat man finally break down.

all it actually took was you. the most dearest person in his life at the moment, to show a small amount of disappointment in him and satoru felt like his entire future was done for. because, what would a successful future be without you present? it’d all be meaningless, that’s for sure.

“it’s okay.” satoru finally manages to say, his voice hoarse from silently crying in your arms. he slowly pulls his head back to look at you. his blue eyes were glistening with tears, the corners a red hue from all the emotions flowing through him, “i should’ve been more careful.”

your heart sinks at the sight of your lover whom was still insisting on it being his fault. satoru was always like that, no matter the circumstances.

“no, it’s not your fault.” your fingers brushed away the crystal clear drops on satoru’s pale skin, “all you wanted to do was surprise me and make me happy. i shouldn’t have reacted like that.”

satoru looked up at you and then down at your fingers as they gently wiped off his tears. you treated him so delicately in this moment and he loved every second of it. a small smile crept on his face and he eventually nodded,

“thank you.” the two words were simple ones, however you could feel the gratitude radiating off satoru as he slowly regains his usual form. his white eyelashes were wet with tears, cheeks flushed and areas surrounding his eyes gaining a subtly red colour.

it didn’t take much for your lover to calm down. as long as he has you, he can have the entire world and its population against him and he’d still feel the best he ever was. as long as you stayed by his side and didn’t ignore him nor hate him, he’ll live his best life.

no one else mattered to the strongest except for you. and your validation.

“you’re beautiful.” you mutter as you take a good look at satoru’s face from up close. you’ve never seen him properly cry before, so this sight was a first. and oh, what was it an ethereal one.

satoru’s eyes widen in response and he raises his eyebrows at the comment you dropped out of nowhere. all the pain, frustrations and stress were sucked out of his system. from yours as well.

“aht aht, don’t start now, babe”. he playfully scolds while poking your cheek. satoru straightens his back and gazed down at you with that signature grin of his, “we both know you’re more beautiful.”

you giggle and shake your head. you know it’s coming up next; the compliment war. the only battle which satoru hadn’t won just yet. it always ends up with a draw since neither of you want to give up when it comes to showing your love to each orher.

its what strengthens your bond and made it to what it is today. small arguments or misunderstandings, such as the one from earlier, are no match to the purest form of love that lingers between the two of you.

neither satoru nor you will ever give up on your relationship. you both only have each other left in this world after all.

[just-some-random-blogger]

hey gorgeous! it's me! thank you so much for writing it! tbh, it's not what i expected but AGWHWHWG bc soft!daemon? i LOVE it!! such a cutie!! i still do need him to suffer more, though... what do you think about maybe a part 2? where he's the one who (finally) gets teased and gets the taste of his own medicine (reader flirting with HM ser stong?). so the demanded apology with tears on the knees (not nsfw) because this pretty prick deserves it :) again, thank u so much for writing it! sorry if it's too much, never wanted to make you uncomfortable! take care!

Since You Asked So Nicely

Daemon Targaryen x Reader + Harwin Strong x Reader

Summary: Your feud with your husband was about to meet a swift and strong end.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: mentions/descriptions of violence, daemon's still such a man, fem!reader, wife!reader, i love strong puns XD, married couple quarrels, harwin daddy, jealous!daemon, fluff, angst, typos, etc.

A/N: the title of this fic is my reaction to you nonnie. honestly i kinda felt both bad that my fic wasn't enough T_T LIKE PLEASE I TRIED then annoyed like HOW DARE YOU NOT LIKE IT THEN MAKE ME WRITE SMTH ELSE HADhASLHDA HAHAHAH nah but then you asked me so nicely so i thought ok fine i'll give it another wack i hope that i'll finally be enough for you T_T i guess our theme for today is petty 🥰 WIAT GURL THESE GIFS SIDE BY SIDE TOGETHER FUCK THAT SHIT IM DEAD BYE Tagging: @pinksirensong @deniixlovezelda @targaryenmoony Part 1 (which I think you should read) "It Takes Two"

We had not spoken since our struggle last night. In the flames of my anger, I woke up before him and made no effort to alert him of my errands or duties for the day. That of course, also meant, he was certainly riveting in annoyance and betrayal having woken up alone after pleading mercy to me until he and I both fell asleep.

In all his pride and morose wailing, still, he did not find it in himself to ask for pardon. He instead wasted his breath in trying to convince me he did it as a game, and that I should not have thought much of it, that he would happily get on his knees but for the exact opposite thing I truly want him to do.

And even now, the man is as insufferable as he can get. Since it seems it was nary clear that I did not enjoy the sight of him divulging his attentions to other ladies at court, he did, what? Yes of course, the very exact thing.

Each ear of his had a young lady giggling bashfully into it. I had gone a great many lengths to ignore it, but then it began to be unbearable when I finally noticed the lords and ladies turn from my husband to me, muttering and laughing under their breath.

Normally, I wouldn't even bat an eye over the opinions the pricks had of me or my husband. Here and now however, it was hard not to feel like a dunce, when I was the princess, yet I was standing alone, and my prince had ladies fawning over him left and right.

Enough.

I will not grant him the satisfaction of humiliating me any more than he has. I'm leaving.

Daemon watches, perking at the sight of the exit. He steps forward, away from the irritating voices, smirk falling, for it was never truly genuine in the first place.

His face hardens when there is an interception.

"My princess," a deep voice speaks, as a large man blocks me.

I lift my gaze and stop before we collide. Immediately, my spirits are lifted at the sight of the dark man's hair and beard, "Harwin."

His lips curve at the familiarity of my addressing.

"I thought you were off, doing gods-know-what again?"

Harwin chuckles, shaking his head, "the gods have allowed me to accomplish my tasks swiftly.

He raises a brow and places his hands behind him, "you're not leaving when the festivities have not even commenced yet, are you?"

I scoff, crossing my arms, "festivities are naught this eve, ser Strong."

"That is because," he steps forward, taking my hand slowly, "you and I have not yet shared a dance."

I roll my eyes at him, "you're a poor partner."

"And that is precisely why the festivities will commence."

I snort, smiling up at him, as he smiles back down. He takes my expression as wordless agreement. Harwin spins me once before leading me to the dancefloor. I chuckle at his theatrics. Poor he may be in dancing, he's always been good at making me smile.

I press slightly against him as his hand falls to my back, the other clutching my arm delicately.

"Tell me, Winne," I grip his firm shoulder as we glide with the music.

He snorts at my archaic pet name for him, rolling his eyes as he licks his teeth in amusement.

I am amused by his reaction, pleased to know that the name still held him tightly in annoyance, exactly like how it did when we were younger. I chuckle before deflating, "do men normally think it a game to toy with their wives' feelings?"

Harwin's amused expression fades. He grunts and spins me around, using the opportunity to eye Daemon, who was undoubtedly already looking at us.

When his eyes dart back to me, he purses his lips, "indeed this night is not at all festive to you, little doe."

I turn away from him, aimlessly looking at his collar to avert my glare elsewhere. He did not mean to trigger my anger, what he said was his pet name for me as children, but it had been since overshadowed by my husband's musing of the name; he called me his little doe in times he came to me as a predator and I appeared to him like prey.

My gut groans in annoyance.

Harwin notices my discomfort and does me the courtesy of changing the subject, "tis unfortunate for me to announce a tonne of men believe riling wives a thrilling sport."

I turn back to him; the darkness in my face melts when I catch the concern in his. I purse my lips tightly, pushing a stray curl away from his face, "and do you hold the same regard, Strong?"

"Hmm," he looks away to think, "my princess would be pleased to learn that as a child, I had a terrible playmate," Harwin turns back to me, raising his brows, "she was the most entitled little girl I ever met, was so viscous and strong."

I snort.

He mimics, "though perhaps not as strong as me. Still, I am aghast to ever think of crossing or treating a woman poorly, not even because I think it descent, but merely for I fear the rage of she."

I cannot help the fond smile that spreads on my lips. I tilt my head as we circle the room, continuing our movements, "I suppose it is the gods irony that the Strong boy fears a strong girl."

Harwin laughs, twirling me around once more. I break into a chuckle as he does so, a bit dizzy when he pulls me back close to him. I am heaving slightly when he pulls me close.

"I suppose it is, princess," he tilts his head.

In that moment, the song ends and each dance partner parts, clapping as they did, us included.

"Care for another dance, Winnie?" I ask, extending my hand to him.

"Actually," he leads me to the side, "I was wondering if you wanted a change of pace," Harwin brings us by a column, "I feel that, in all his pettiness, the prince has not yet told you that the flowers he requested for you have recently just been planted in the gardens."

"What?"

Harwin huffs, "I had the same reaction when I heard of it. Your husband is a fu-"

Instantaneously, I am pulled aside and a string of, what I knew to be High Valyrian curses, were muttered tightly. Daemon seethes, gripping me with his iron hand, "and what of her husband, Strong?"

Harwin is unfazed by the glare Daemon throws.

I wince at how rough his grip is on me, "unhand me!" I bark, shoving Daemon off me. He does not budge and tightens his grip further. It is clear to me Daemon is too blinded by his rage to realize he is hurting me.

It is because of this, Harwin finally steps in. He barks, yanking Daemon off me, stepping between us, "you're hurting your wife, prince!"

Of course the action only caused further injury to me, Daemon's nails grazed my skin, and yet I am thankful for Harwin's interception.

The vein on Daemon's neck flares as he presses forward, closer to his opponent, "you have no right to tell me what I do with my wife!"

The area of my arm that Daemon grabbed throbs in pain. Tears fog my eyes as I watch the two of them squabble.

"I have every right to protect the princess," Harwin flares, "especially from the likes of you."

"From the likes of me?!" Daemon narrows his eyes.

The crowd breaks into a shocked gasp when the prince lunges and grabs Harwin by the collar, muttering something in High Valyrian, then threatening, "I best kill you. Who the fuck do think you are to tell me anything, vermin?!"

"Daemon!" I quip, prying him off Harwin, "unhand him!"

"YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF MY WIFE!" Daemon seethes, hands digging deeper into Harwin's clothing.

"KEEP YOUR ATTENTIONS ON HER THEN!" Harwin barks back, overpowering him, twisting Daemon's hands off him and shoving him away.

The next instant, the attentions of the entire room is upon us. I feel my blood pump as my head spins, unsure of what to do next. I still manage to act swiftly before anything else can happen.

I walk over to Harwin, calling out to him. "that's enough, please just-"

"Why are you going to hi-" Daemon starts, grabbing me again. He cuts himself back and recoils when I whine and draw back at the contact he makes at my sore arm, the arm he most definitely bruised.

I snap at him, throwing him a hot glare. He looks bewildered. He looks guilty. He doesn't even meet my eyes and instead is staring at my arm. I point a finger at him, "I'll deal with you later."

I turn back to Harwin, placing my hands on his chest, pushing him away, "go home, Winnie."

Daemon's head cocks, his lips twitches in an unpleasant manner, "Winnie?"

Harwin gently takes my arm, leaning in, "he hurt you."

I feel tears prick at the corner of my eyes. I fight them off as I whimper, "please, just go."

Harwin brushes his calloused hand on my injured arm before walking back and storming off.

When I turn back to Daemon, he is looking at me with a stoic expression. I grit my teeth and grab him, dragging him away with me as we leave this damned hall.

I take him all the way to our shared chambers, but I stop just outside the door. I finally release him and begin to berate him, "are you satisfied?"

Daemon stiffens at the sound of my shrill voice.

I heave, "not only did you ruin my night, you ruined everyone else's!"

His eyes evade me. His lips part when he sees my arm. He reaches out to me and I recoil, "don't you dare fucking touch me."

"I didn't mean-"

"YOU DIDN'T MEAN TO DO ANYTHING BUT YOU STILL DID THEM!" I scream. I poke his chest in anger, "you claim it's all a game to you, and yet you're the only one that ever enjoys it!"

"It's all that cunt, St-"

"IT'S YOU, DAEMON!" I flare, "It's always you!"

Daemon's face contorts. His breath hitches. He walks closer, "my love, please-"

"You hurt me, Daemon!" I word carefully, wanting it to finally get through his thick skull, "not just tonight, but for the past weeks!"

He calls out my name but I raise a hand to silence him.

"You're either sleeping on the floor or sleeping elsewhere."

He gulps, ready to plead his case again. I cut him off before he can even open his mouth.

"Speak a word in protest over my generosity and I will chose a far crueler fate for you," I coldly spit, walking toward the door, pushing it open. I look over my shoulder as I walk in the room, "what's it going to be, prince?"

Daemon cringes at the call, brows tightening along with his fists. He deflates and mutters under his breath, "floor."

I turn to him, eyes narrowing, "you were so loud a while ago, where did your fire go, dragon?"

"Floor," he utters walking in the room, stopping once he is in front of me. Daemon's expression is grave as he mutters again, "I'd much rather sleep on the floor, wife."

I pull away from him before he can even attempt to touch me. I walk towards our bed, grabbing a pillow, haphazardly throwing over to him. I glare darkly, "if you are cold, sleep by the fire, dragon."

Daemon calls out my name, wanting to begin his pleas again, but then he stiffens when he watches me walk toward the door, "where are you going?"

I scoff, "how cruel of you to think I'd sleep with a throbbing arm."

"I'll come-"

I turn to him, tears finally running down my cheeks. Daemon freezes in his spot. I huff, looking away from him, "do not show your face to me until I've calmed."

Daemon frowns.

"I mean it."

At last, he finally has the brain to no longer push the matter further.

[chelleztjs18]

Hello you mrs. minion robin hood lefty eyebag 😅

So I was very off with my eye numbers. I guess I am just at a -3.75 for both sides. I got contacts for now until my glasses come in.

How are you? Today was okay for me, although it was very gloomy outside. I was tempted to call in and just go back to sleep lol

Ah that's interesting. So you've had this disorder since birth? Is it hereditary?

Hm, she could be married. 🤔 with kids or kid.

Ah I see. Yeah, you are good with the details for your stories. When I read some of your fics, it makes me feel like it was actually me. I really need to start reading again though, I haven't read anything in awhile because of the move and being sick.

I remember in one of your ask thing, they asked what your sexuality is, and you said you're bi but you lean more towards women, right?

You know how there are butch lesbians, or femme lesbians etc etc. Would you fall more into the femme side then? I don't know if the question makes sense.

- CuriousGeorge

Hiiii you curious bread lover wrapped in contact righty eyebag. :D

I'm glad you are still awake. oh -3.75, that's just like mine, well one of them. my left one's number is lower. how long does it take for ur glasses to be done? can i see the pict of it once it's done? :) I dont like to wear contacts so i feel bad for u. is it a clear contact? I usually wear the colored one, either lighter brown or dark grey. :D

my day was okay, got a little busy n then try harder to write because i really want to finish it n post it n get the rest ready to post before my family vacation starts. i think for that whole week i won't write anything or maybe write just a bit so i can enjoy the vacation more. but dont worry, i will still answer asks n messages :)

oh n then i went for dinner to this nice steak/bbq place. they have a very good dinner rolls with yummy sweet butter. honestly, it reminds me of u because i remember how much u love bread :D i got steak with 12oz ribeye steak with sauteed mushroom and bourbon reduction sauce, and for my sides i got some bacon jam and herb rice. it's so good but 1 thing that kinda disapointing, they overcooked my steak. I ordered medium rare n i got medium. T_T

So did u end up working or called in sick?

no, i dont even know if i have that disorder or not. I have been wondering why loud noise bothers me so much n it even frustrate me, i hate sounds of AM radio or loud speaker phone sounds or loud tv. n i always thinking about it, even my husband got so confused because i have hearing problem n can't really hear but why loud noise bothers me so much. then i saw that video n i google it n i checked a lot of the symptoms. so i dont know if i have been having it for since birht or heriditary. but the doctor said that the condition that i have on my ear bones is a rare genetic condition n unfortunately i got it.

hahah so she could be married and have kid? Sounds like me,, hahaha. just kidding. sorry if it's a bad joke. :D

aaawwww thank you!! I'm really glad that you feel like it was you everytime u read my fic. that's what i was trying to do. oh i forgot to answer ur previous question, about if i got flustered when i write my smut. hopefully this doesnt sound weird but yes i got flustered when i write it. hahha. i sometimes cry too when i write my angst. i sometimes smile like an idiot when i write my fluff. lol.

i forgot to ask u back the same question that you ask me about the top/bottom and dom/sub thing. what about u? which one r u? :D

yes, i remember that ask. i think i could say that i'm bi but i like women so much more. my husband is the only man that i am n will be interested in, sexually or generally. So if in other universe i weren't married, i would definitely date women not men. if you dont mind me asking, wht about ur sexuality?

hmm before i answer this question, did u mean which type that i would fall in love to? or u were asking me which type i am?

Cheerio!

[btsgotjams27]

fool for you ~ jjk | final

you have to decide if jeon jungkook is perfectly wrong for you.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 7.7k | ✨ rating: R ✨ genre/au: romance, light angst, fluff | college, fake dating, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, jk is a sweet dummy, but we love him anyway, jieun is just as insecure as reader and jungkook (yes, i'm trying to make y'all feel bad for her), confessions, taehyung's a good friend, time skip, jin's shoulders (you'll understand when you see the photo), yoongi shows up again, kissing, making out, marking, a smol, not so smol erection 🙈, groping, touching ✨ playlist ✨ a/n: okay, so, i'm just not happy with how this fic went T_T i literally have no one to blame but myself! the end of part 4 was actually never supposed to happen, but i wrote it in anyway *facepalm* i was stressed for days bc i'm like how do i redeem this cute, fluffy couple?? *sigh* but i tried my best(?), and i *do* explain why jk did what he did, and if you don't like it, then ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk what to tell you. anyway, sorry for the rant, but i just wanted to thank @here4btsfics for listening to me ramble about this fic and talking me through some plot points. ily. ✨ a/n 2: this is also not beta'd bc well, i'm impatient af. so if you see typos, that's why lol. ✨ if y'all want any cute or smutty (must be off anon) drabbles with this couple, just drop it in my inbox :) ✨ Any feedback, reblogs, and asks are appreciated.

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Jungkook was ashamed of his actions at the carnival. It wasn't fair that he kept the kissing booth from you. Instead of letting it unravel as it did, he should have told you the truth. He didn't want to do what 'old Jungkook' would have done to make Jieun jealous. Because you had nothing in common with her. You were thoughtful and generous. And he realized he was bringing out a side of you you didn't know you had until he showed up - and that wasn't fair.

But he did enjoy that you took ownership of him, dragging him away from the line of girls. That was sexy for him, but that's beside the point. He made a mistake and needed to make amends before it was too late.

So, he got up early and put on some decent clothing besides his standard oversized shirt and sweats. He double-checked his reflection in the mirror. Before opening the door, he tugged at the collar of the brown flannel and flattened the black slacks. However, he was greeted by none other than his ex.

"What are you doing here?" he deadpanned.

Jieun somehow looked like shit today. With barely there makeup, hair in a bun, an oversized hoodie, and leggings. "Can we talk?"

He stepped through the threshold, closed the door behind him, waited for her to continue, and was displeased to see her.

"I'm…leaving."

Jungkook eyebrows knitted together in confusion, thinking okay, then leave.

"I'm moving back to New York." Jieun had mentioned it when they were still together, but she never made the decision.

"'Kay, have a safe trip then," he mumbled, stepping aside from her. He had places to go anyway.

Jieun put her hand out to stop him. "Kook–we're going to leave things like this?"

Jungkook clicked his tongue. "What do you want me to say, Jieun?"

She shrugged. "I don't know…are you going to miss me? Us? The way we used to be?" Jieun had been kicking herself ever since she had slept with Jimin. She had no idea how lucky she was with Jungkook. She was certain she had lost him and could not get him back. She reasoned that the best way to let go of Jungkook was to start over in a new city, far away from all the pain and suffering she had caused.

Jungkook wasn't made of stone. He'd been with her for a year. Although their relationship was mostly physical, they had fun together. She was fun to party and sleep with, but he couldn't see himself with her in the future. Their relationship was never more than that. Was he to blame? Hers? Perhaps both. Could it be that they hadn't met the right person with whom to do all that 'relationship' stuff?

He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess." Jungkook didn't want to be a jerk. After the fiasco with her and Jimin, many of her friends completely abandoned her. He could tell she was lonely.

Jieun chuckled, reaching for the fuzzy pink bunny keychain attached to his keys. "Remember when you tried so hard to win that for me?"

Jungkook peered at the keys in his hand.

"Was that our first date?"

Jungkook nodded.

"You spent so much money. And I swear that game's rigged, plus that guy wasn't letting you off the hook either," the two of you chuckled at the memory.

"And then at the end, when you won it, you said you worked so hard for it that you were going to keep it." She leaned over, trying to catch his gaze. "See, we did have fun together."

He wasn't sure where she was going with this. Maybe she needed some sort of forgiveness or closure from him to move on with a new chapter of her life.

"I know you hate me, Kookie—"

Jungkook interrupted. "I don't hate you." Even though she has hurt him, he does not believe he will ever hate her, and he will never in his heart hate anyone. "I was upset and hurt, but I could never hate you."

With the number of women Jungkook had dated, one would think he was a fuckboy, but he was quite the opposite. He was always true to the person he was dating, which was one of many lessons his parents taught him.

Jieun smiled half-heartedly. "Kook, you're only saying that because you have a good heart. That is one of the many reasons I will never forget you." She moved in closer, fiddling with his shirt collar. "I know you don't owe me anything, but can I ask one thing from you, and then I promise you'll never have to see me again?"

Was she really going to be out of his life for good? She'd been a menace since she saw you and Jungkook together. But, out of the goodness of his heart, he would trust her one more time. "What is it?"

"Can you kiss me like you mean it?"

Jungkook let out a scoff. "Are you kidding me?"

After everything she's put him through, she dared to ask this of him. Jieun was at the top, having everything handed to her on a silver platter. Only now to be at the bottom, searching for anyone to talk to her. So Jungkook was her last resort because she knew he had a good heart even though she had hurt him.

"I know it's stupid to ask of you, but I love you, Kook. I just…I just want to remember us–you like how we used to be, you know…before…." She paused, not wanting to bring up her infidelity again. Her guilty conscience ate her alive, sucking her in like there was no tomorrow. She knew she messed up a good thing when she asked Jungkook to kiss her, going in knowing he'd say no, but she couldn't help but try.

"If I do this, you'll stop trying to come between Y/n and me?" Jungkook didn't know for sure if she'd go back on her word. But considering she was moving back to New York, he was putting his faith and trust in her.

She extended her pinky, hoping he'd reciprocate. He hesitated but chose the kiss over the pinky promise. He kissed her but felt nothing because he didn't have feelings for her—it was you. Jungkook knew he'd have to tell you about Jieun's kiss. He knew telling you was risky, but he'd rather tell you the truth than a lie.

Jungkook pulled away, cupping her face, gazing into her eyes one last time. "Goodbye, Jieun."

Jieun began to back away. He quickly opened the door to his room, closed his eyes, and exhaled deeply. He now had to find the strength to tell you he had kissed his ex and then confess his feelings. He anticipated you to reject him and move on.

Jieun noticed you approaching as she walked to the hall entrance. Jealousy resurfaced in her body as she realized she'd never get back on Jungkook's good side. Jieun did what she was good at—-she mocked you, saying you'd lost. But she was only saying those things to make herself feel better, even though she was miserable. She was well aware that she couldn't compete with you. Jungkook had fallen head over heels when she saw you kiss him at the party. She wished you would treat Jungkook a million times better than she could.

"I might kiss you," he whispered.

"I might just let you."

Every fiber of Jungkook's wanted to kiss every inch of you. Wanted to know your ins and outs, wanted to see what you loved, what your body craved, but he stopped himself. He thought, what was he doing? This isn't how he wanted to treat you. He wanted to treat you better than anyone he's been with before.

"I'm sorry… I'm sorry. I'm being stupid and selfish and thinking with my dick instead of my head," he said, pulling back from you.

You couldn't believe how much you wanted to kiss him despite knowing he had kissed his ex-girlfriend. You hadn't even bothered to ask why he did it. "We're both stupid," your voice trembling, "I just saw you kissing your ex, and now I'm about to kiss you as well. I should...I should leave," you said as you turned to unlock the doorknob.

"Wait–do you even want to hear my explanation?"

You sighed, turning back to him. "What's there to explain Jungkook? You'll always be with girls like Jieun, and I'm not in her league. So I understand if you want to rekindle your relationship with her. People like you deserve to be together."

"So, you won't even give me a chance to explain? And what do you mean, people like us deserve to be together?"

"It's nothing–I…should go before I say something I regret."

"I was kissing her goodbye!" Jungkook cried out because he felt you would leave before he could explain himself.

You shook your head and scoffed. "That's some goodbye kiss. Bye, Jungkook."

"Look, I know you don't owe me anything, but can we just talk about this?"

You weren't sure what else there was to explain. This all started because you decided to shoot your shot with Jungkook. Then agreed to be his fake girlfriend and ended up liking him because he seemed like a decent enough guy. But in the end, it was you who was a fool.

If Jungkook truly cared about you as a friend, he would have told you about the kissing booth. He wouldn't have kissed all those girls in front of you if he was a good fake boyfriend.

But unfortunately, he was neither of those.

"You wanna talk?" you took a step toward him, pressing your hand on his chest, pushing him back. "Let's talk."

Jungkook was taken aback by your sudden boldness. He walked backward until he hit his bed and sat down.

"You could've told me about the kissing booth–as your fake girlfriend, that was unfair. Why are we pretending to date if you want to go around kissing other girls? If you were sucking faces with other girls, Jieun might not have cared, but I'm not her, and I care. I understand you had unfinished business with Jieun, but did you have to kiss her too? I was naïve to believe I could be friends with you because I didn't know who I was kidding when I tried to separate my romantic feelings from you. And, despite my best efforts, I fell for you."

Jungkook had previously had girls confess their feelings for him, but this was different. This felt real---genuine. You sounded like you were speaking from the heart. He's never had a confession like that before. After hearing everything, a part of him wanted to flee. He was afraid of not being good enough for you, especially after his actions. You deserved better than anything he could ever give you. He had no idea what you saw in him.

You stared at Jungkook and then at the floor, waiting for him to say something. "Well, you said you wanted to talk."

He paused to gather his thoughts before moving toward you while maintaining his distance. His heart was pounding in his chest, and his hands were sweating profusely. He was never good at having deep conversations.

"I'm sorry for not telling you about the kissing booth. I did it to make you jealous, to see how far you would go for me. I know it's stupid—you don't have to tell me twice."

Your eyes caught his for just a moment before looking away.

Jungkook let out a sigh. "I'm also sorry about Jieun. I won’t try to explain it further because I should have said no to her. But I was on my way to see you before she arrived. I came to tell you how much I like you and how I'm afraid of being in a real relationship because I'm afraid I'll mess up. And getting to know you over the last few weeks has made me realize you're far too good for me. That you are deserving of better than anything I could ever offer. I understand if you don't want to be friends or see me again, but I felt you should know how I felt about you."

His doe eyes explored your face trying to figure out what you were thinking. "So, what now?"

You shrugged. "I don't know, Jungkook. This whole thing is a mess." He nodded. "Maybe we should just stay friends."

"You still want to hang out with me?"

"Not like how we used to. At least for a little bit."

You needed time to recover. To keep your distance from Jungkook. To regain your footing. Get in the right frame of mind because everything Jeon Jungkook has clouded your judgment.

Everyone had final exams and presentations during the last week of school before the summer break. Fortunately, you only had one more exam before finishing your junior year.

It was a beautiful day to sit outside and study for your exam, so you did just that. You sat down beneath your favorite oak tree on campus, took out your world-lit book and notes, and flipped through your scribbled notes.

"Hey!"

You looked up to see Taehyung running over to you. Great, now what? You thought. "Hey," you replied, thinking you should be nice.

"Where are you headed for the summer?" he asked, inviting himself to sit next to you.

You found it odd because he's never struck up a conversation with you before. "I'm heading to my Aunt's in San Francisco," you said reluctantly, wondering where he was going with all of this.

"Cool."

You set down your book and notes, glaring at him." Why are you here, Taehyung?"

"Damn–a guy can't be curious? Sheesh–what's got your panties in a twist?" Taehyung cocked his brow.

You deadpanned, waiting for him to explain why he was talking to you.

"Okay–I'm here to talk about Jungkook."

You continued to stare blankly at him. You needed to understand what Jungkook had to do with anything. It's been a week since you last saw or spoke to him. You two agreed just to be friends and nothing else.

Taehyung cleared his throat, adjusting his position. "I need you to take him back."

"What? What do you mean?"

"He's been mopey and lovesick ever since you stopped dating. It's quite sickening to see it unfold in front of my eyes. All he can think about is how much he misses you, how much he misses hanging out with you, how much he misses this and that. He literally wears your hair tie as jewelry around his wrist. When you think about it, it's kind of creepy." For a brief moment, he looked off into the distance. "Anyway–all this to say is, for the love of god, please get back together with him. I can't stand him being like this anymore. I'm gonna fucking scream."

You couldn't help but chuckle at his request. It's strange how the tables have flipped. You were head over heels in love with Jungkook, and now you were the polar opposite. Granted, you were still trying to suppress your feelings for him, but hearing him be so lovesick over you made your heart skip a beat.

"He didn't tell you, did he?"

"Tell me what? That you guys were fake dating? He told me what went down after the kissing booth. I told him he was dumb for kissing all those girls if he really liked you, told him he should've just been honest with you from the get-go."

Wow–you definitely weren't expecting this conversation when Taehyung sat down next to you.

"Did Jungkook tell you to say all of this?"

Taehyung gave you a funny look. "What? No. I came here on my own accord. Just because I like to party and sleep around doesn't mean I don't care about my friends. Jungkook has always been there for me when I needed him, so I'm returning the favor. You can accept it as is or continue to make assumptions about my intentions."

"Sorry," you mumbled, "I hope you understand why I'm cautious about everything. But you understand why, right?"

"I get it. Jungkook hurt you by not being upfront about his feelings, but it's never too late to start over again."

"You're a good friend, Taehyung."

He flashed a boxy smile at you. "I know."

Arriving back at your dorm after dinner, you couldn’t stop thinking about your conversation with Taehyung. Your heart wanted to forgive Jungkook right away, but your head told you to slow down because that's how you got into trouble in the first place.

Your room was empty due to you and Lyla’s things being packed up and stored for the summer. Laying on your bed, a ding from your phone went off.

Jungkook 9:27 PM Hey. When are you leaving?

You 9:28 PM I’m leaving tomorrow. My flight is at 2.

Jungkook 9:29 PM Is it okay if I talk to you tomorrow before you leave?

You 9:30 PM Yeah. Meet me outside of my hall. Around 10?

Jungkook 9:31 PM Great! I’ll see you then!

The following morning, you woke up extra early to prepare for whatever Jungkook needed to talk to you about. You stood in front of the mirror, telling yourself, 'No' several times.

"What are you doing, weirdo?" Lyla asked as she came in, brushing past you to get her toothbrush.

"I'm hyping myself up to say no to Jungkook."

Lyla snickered, putting toothpaste on her toothbrush. "Uh-huh. Good luck with that, babe."

"You're very encouraging. Thanks," you said sarcastically.

She placed a kiss on your cheek before beginning to brush. "You're very welcome!"

You could see Jungkook waiting outside your hall's lobby as you walked through it. One thing you liked about him was that he was always on time. When you opened the door, it creaked loudly, alerting him to your presence.

Jungkook peered at you, sending a soft smile. "Hey."

"Hi," you answered with a thin smile, standing next to him.

"You look beautiful today."

Jungkook looked effortlessly good. He could never look bad if you were honest. He could wear a garbage bag, and you'd be on your knees. Today, however, he wore a blue and white windbreaker with a white tee and ripped jeans. You wished things had gone differently for the two of you.

You crossed your arms and mumbled, 'thank you,' curious why he wanted to talk. Perhaps he was trying one last time to convince you to be more than just friends. You'd think about it, but that was your heart, not your head. You knew better, and you'd been practicing saying one word, two letters, and 'no' all morning.

"You wanted to talk to me about something?"

"Yeah, um, I know we're just gonna be friends, and I'm totally cool with that,  but I was wondering if you'd mind if I texted you this summer? Not all the time, but occasionally, just to check in on you and stuff?"

Okay, you thought. This is progress. You could do this–texting. It was pretty harmless, right? And it'd only be once in a while. Because one thing was for sure, you didn't want to go all heart eyes for him so quickly.

"Yeah, I think that'd be okay." Jungkook beamed when you said okay. "And where will you be this summer?"

"I'll be at my uncle's in Seattle. Gonna spend time with him and my Aunt. You should come to visit." You let out a chuckle, and then Jungkook realized what he had asked of you. "Sorry–I'm getting ahead of myself there."

"'S okay," you said. You found Jungkook's eagerness adorable. "Anything else?" You were hoping that was the only thing because you feared the longer you were in his presence, the more you'd want to give in to him.

"I hope you have a good summer," he said, stuffing his hands into his jacket pockets and glancing at you.

"Thanks."

"I'll talk to you soon?"

You nodded, watching him walk away ahead of you. "Jungkook!" He turned around, his doe eyes wide open. It took everything you had not to say everything that was on your mind, but you had to bite your tongue. "Have a good summer."

His dimple was deeply etched into the softness of his cheek, and the corners of his mouth curved into a smile. He gave one last wave before departing.

When he was out of sight, you breathed a sigh of relief. Wanting to pat yourself on the back because you didn't let on more than you should. Your answers to his questions were short and concise, without hounding for more. Whew.

~ One month later ~ 

Staying at your Aunt's was great. You loved San Francisco. It was a completely different vibe from southern California. The weather was breezy, the sun was always out, and there were many things to do in the Bay Area.

Halfway into the month and you hadn't heard anything from Jungkook. It's not like you were jumping at every notification when your phone buzzed, but he did say he would text you.

"Why do you keep looking at your phone?" Your Aunt Jo asked, peering at your screen.

You flipped your phone over to hide your lock screen. "I'm not," you countered.

"You're waiting on a boy, aren't you?"

Flashing a thin smile, you quipped back at her. "I'm not."

"He'll call you, don't worry so much. It always happens when you're least expecting it."

Your Aunt's had her fair share of men and women, and tonight was no different. The new guy she was seeing insisted on cooking for her.

"Aunt Jo–how do you meet these guys?" you asked, wanting to know her secret. The new guy, Jin, was young, tall, handsome, and a chef in town with a hot new restaurant.

"Friend of a friend," she said with a cheeky smile. "He's cute, isn't he?"

You couldn't help but give him a once-over. Those shoulders were big enough to land a plane. You shielded your mouth with your hand, whispering, "Super cute."

"Okay, ladies. Are you ready to try my famous dish?" Jin asked, bringing over two plates with seared scallops on a bed of quinoa, apple salad, and butternut squash puree. You'd never had anything this fancy before.

"Thank you, baby," Aunt Jo flirted at the handsome man, reaching for a kiss, which he reciprocated.

A ding from your phone resounded through the kitchen. You eagerly reached for it but stopped yourself.

"You're not gonna see if it's your boyfriend?" Aunt Jo teased before taking a bite of her scallop. She groaned at the heavenly taste.

It was going to bug you if you didn't check. You grabbed your phone and nothing but a measly email. You're not sure why you were getting so worked up. You were the one that told Jungkook you only wanted to be friends, but here you were, glued to your phone in case he texted.

You sighed, trying to get a grip. You had integrity and dignity, and you weren't going to break down just because a boy hadn't texted you.

So, instead, you opened up your camera, taking a picture of this beautiful dinner. Then just as Aunt Jo had said, another ding indicating a picture message was sent to you.

Clicking on the bubble, it was a message from Jungkook.

Jungkook 7:36 PM This corn dog isn't as good as the one we had at the pier.

You 7:37 PM

Jungkook 7:38 PM Where's the rest of the entree?!

You 7:39 PM wdym?? 😂 That's it!

Jungkook 7:40 PM You should demand to get your money back. You were scammed.

You 7:41 PM This is fine dining! My aunt's boyfriend made this. He's a chef at a place called Trestle.

Jungkook 7:41 PM Fine dining, hmm? You like that stuff?

You 7:42 PM Idk. Never really cared for the finer things in life.

Jungkook 7:43 PM I'm offended! What about me?

You 7:43 PM 😂 Are you trying to get me to compliment you?

Jungkook 7:44 PM 😎

You 7:45 PM 😒 You're okay-looking. You should see my aunt's boyfriend. He's mighty fine.

"Earth to my favorite niece in the whole wide world! Remember to eat! You've been smiling ever since you picked up your phone."

"Have not!" you protested.

"My Jin can attest to that. Can't you?"

"Jojo is right. You've been smiling like a creepy doll and have yet to try my food, and that's an insult to me," Jin teased.

"Let me take a picture of you." Jin turned to you, giving you a smolder and pouty lips. "Thanks!" you said, returning to your phone.

"Wait–wait! Jinnie, take your shirt off!" Jo cried as Jin turned back around.

"Aunt Jo!"

"If you're going to make this boy jealous, might as well do it right." Your aunt gave her boyfriend a pouty face and he willingly did what she asked. He tugged his shirt off, telling you to get his best side, which apparently was his back side. And well, you couldn't disagree. Jungkook would definitely be jealous of Jin's worldwide shoulders.

You 7:50 PM

Jungkook 7:51 PM WHY ARE YOU SENDING ME NUDES OF OTHER MEN??

You 7:51 PM Blame my Aunt Jo. She suggested it. Anywho, time for dessert now. Byeee.

You have yet to hear back the rest of the night from Jungkook. It was good for you to be the first to end the conversation because, knowing you, you could text him all night, which would defeat the purpose of just being friends. You wanted to be cautious about becoming friends with him because it was all too easy to cross the line again.

~ Two months later ~

Texts with Jungkook were simple, a little flirty, but nothing more than that. He'd send you random pictures of things he was doing or food he'd be eating, and you did the same. Harmless and cute. Distance from him was a good thing, keeping you from getting in trouble.

Your goal this summer was to explore new things to do and see in San Francisco. Your Aunt and Jin helped by giving you a bucket list.

On today's list was Alcatraz. You weren't a fan of boats, but it was the only way to get onto the island. The nice thing was you had a friend to accompany you on this trip. Yoongi made a surprise visit, checking out a doctorate program in the area. He mentioned wanting to check it when he was your TA, so you thought it'd be fun to explore with him.

Jungkook 1:11 PM Made it to the gum wall.

You 1:20 PM 🤢 Don't get sick. Did you put one on there too?

Jungkook 1:21 PM 😎 Ofc I did. What's your view rn?

You 1:23 PM

Jungkook 1:24 PM Fun. You have a visitor today?

You 1:30 PM Yeah, he's checking out another school here.

Jungkook 1:31 PM Cool. Have fun!

"Who's that? Lover boy?" Yoongi teased.

You glared, tucking your phone away in your back pocket. "I don't have a lover boy," you huffed at him.

"What happened with you two, anyway?"

You shrugged, not really wanting to go into detail about your whole ordeal with Jungkook. What happened, happened and now the two of you were just friends.

"Well, whatever happened, just don't be so hard on yourself. You both probably screwed up, and neither of you is perfect, so learn from it and move on," Yoongi said casually, moving on with the rest of the tour group.

Shaking your head, you chuckled at his words. He was never a man of many words but you appreciate him for caring about you.

~ Three months later ~

You 10:27 AM

What's good here?

Jungkook 10:30 AM

What's good here? You're in Seattle? 🥲

You 10:32 AM YOU'RE IN SF?! 😩 This is like a missed connections ads lol

Jungkook 10:33 AM I guess this is what happens when all we do is send pictures, huh? 😅

You 10:34 AM Guess so lol

Jungkook 10:35 AM Have fun in Seattle.

You 10:36 AM Have fun in SF. I'll see you when we get back to school?

Jungkook 10:36 AM Definitely 💛

"What happened? You look sad," Aunt Jo mentioned when she saw the frown on your face.

"Oh, it's nothing," you stated with a wry smile, stuffing your phone in your bag. Today was not about you. It was about Jin.

"Were you expecting to see your boy while we were here?"

You rolled your eyes at her. No, you weren't expecting to see Jungkook because you assumed he'd be as busy as you were. Aunt Jo invited you to accompany her to Jin's new restaurant in Seattle, and you jumped at the chance. Okay, so you thought there was a chance you'd see Jungkook while in town. Unfortunately, luck was not on your side.

"I–no–I mean, maybe."

Aunt Jo stood before you, raising your chin and forcing you to look at her. "Sweetheart, it's okay to miss him or want to see him even though he hurt you. It's only natural, and you can't deny what your heart wants."

"Exactly–" Jin interrupted, "The heart wants what it wants," he said, kissing Aunt Jo's cheek from behind.

You debated if you should text him back, but what would it do? What would you even say? Hey, after thinking about it, I kind of wanna be more than friends? You were the one that initiated being friends again. What kind of person would you look like? Being super wishy-washy with your decisions. It was hard to keep your sense of worth when it came to Jeon Jungkook.

Throughout the rest of your trip to Seattle, you were good. You didn't text him besides when he would send you photos here and there of activities he was doing in San Francisco. You were proud of yourself for not giving in to your wants, and you stood your ground.

Returning to San Francisco felt bittersweet because you assumed Jungkook had already left. You didn't want to ask where he was going next for fear of sounding nosy or needy. You'll just have to guess. Maybe he was already back in SoCal.

"Knock, knock," Aunt Jo said, holding your door open. "I know we just got back, but Jin invited us to a special event at his restaurant tonight. So get your cute little butt showered and dressed up, 'kay?"

You chuckled, shaking your head. "Free food? I'm there."

Aunt Jo whistled when you walked down the stairs in your outfit. The only semi-nice thing you packed was a black slip dress. Then you threw on a black leather jacket.

"You couldn't have chosen better shoes?" Aunt Jo asked, gawking at your pair of black and white checkered Vans.

"What? I wanted to be cute and comfy," you said, pulling the strap of your bag over your head, letting it drape across your body.

When the two of you arrived at the restaurant, you expected it to be packed, but it was completely empty. You got out of the Uber and waited for your Aunt to get out of the Uber. You turned around only to see her smiling like a lunatic.

"Aren't you coming?"

Jin called your name and waved you over as he exited the restaurant. You cast a glance in his direction, curious as to what was going on with them tonight.

"It's just you, sweetheart, have fun tonight!"

"We forgot to mention it's a private event for you," Jin grinned, sending you a wink. He stepped into the Uber, and then they were off, leaving you utterly confused on the sidewalk.

A high-pitched ding from your phone went off. Opening your bag, you checked your phone to see a text from Aunt Jo.

Aunt Jo 6:22 PM

Gonna stay at Jin's tonight.

Please be responsible. Love you.

Her text was cryptic and vague, leaving you even more puzzled. You sighed as you turned to face the restaurant and walked to the door. When you first walked in, the atmosphere was quite cute and quaint. Many tables had been cleared away, leaving one in the middle of the restaurant. Someone was sitting with their back to you, and when they heard the door close, they turned to see you standing there.

"Jungkook?"

He got up from his seat and walked over to you. He was dressed in his favorite color, black. A black open button down, tucked into black joggers, black combat boots, and finished with a thick silver chain. The biggest bunny smile you'd ever seen on him adorned his pretty face.

"What are you doing here? How–how did you–"

"I might have done some digging, called around, and got ahold of your Aunt's boyfriend."

Your jaw opened and closed, amazed by how sneaky everyone was–including Aunt Jo and Jin. "So you planned all of this?"

Jungkook shrugged. "I had some help from your Aunt. She's a pretty cool person. Jin too." You couldn't stop smiling, and your cheeks were beginning to ache as a result. "Do you want something to eat? Because I'm hungry, and the food smelled delicious while I waited, "He smiled.

You nodded in response to his question. He extended his hand, and you accepted it without hesitation. When your hand found his big warm ones again, your heart raced at a million beats per minute. He escorted you to the seat across from him, pulling out the chair and pushing it in while you sat.

You felt so flustered and scatterbrained you didn't even hear when Jungkook called your name. "Hmm?"

Jungkook chuckled. "How was Seattle? Did you like it?"

"I liked it a lot. It reminded me a lot of San Francisco. Minus the gloom," you giggled. You mentally kicked yourself when you realized you had just giggled in front of Jungkook. It was too hard not to get all excited over this. So you took a deep breath to ground yourself and remember that he is just a boy–a friend–nothing more.

A server greeted both of you, handing you the menu. Everything sounded so fancy, and for half of the items, you needed clarification on what they were. Nevertheless, it was free, so you'd try anything.

After placing your orders with the server, the pair of you couldn't stop smiling at each other like young teenagers in love. It was pretty nauseating if someone were watching the two of you.

"Ahem… you're growing out your hair," you said, finally breaking the weird smiling contest between you.

Jungkook touched the hair resting on the nape of his neck. "Yeah, I thought I'd try it and never had it this long before."

"I like it."

Your compliment made him look away, a sheepish smile plastered on his face, showing off his dimple.

The rest of dinner continued. You both groaned at how delicious everything tasted. It's no surprise that people enjoyed fine dining, but you didn't enjoy the cost. But one rule Jin lived by was that he would not charge people an arm and a leg just to eat good food. He thought it was ridiculous and vowed never to do it again when he owned his own restaurant. And you thought it was very honorable.

As the last course came out, you ordered the coconut custard while Jungkook got the chocolate cake, one of each, so you could enjoy the desserts instead of picking one.

"How is it?" Jungkook asked when you took a bite.

"It's good," you swallowed, "but it might be too coco-nutty for me."

Jungkook set his fork down after taking a bite of his cake. He pushed the small plate toward you. "Here, take mine. I'll eat it if you don't like it."

"Jungkook, we're supposed to share! I can't let you do that."

"It's fine! I don't mind, honestly!" He pushed the cake further to you while taking the custard away from you. You felt he wouldn't give up, so you let him have it.

After dinner, Jungkook insisted on taking an Uber with you to make sure you got back to your Aunt's okay, and then he'd take off to his hotel for the night. As the car arrived at Aunt Jo's, Jungkook followed after, walking you to the door.

You turned to Jungkook. "Thanks for dinner. It was a lot of fun."

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck. "I didn't do much. It's all thanks to your Aunt and Jin for helping me set everything up."

"Yeah, I know, but you put a lot of thought into it too, and I really appreciate that."

He nervously toyed with his lip ring, letting it flip back and forth. "Um, well, I guess I should say goodnight, and I'll see you when we get back to school?"

Your eyes flickered to his. "Do you want to come in? My Aunt's gone for the night."

"Are...you sure?" Jungkook stammered.

"Yeah, we can watch a movie or talk."

"Uh, okay. Let me tell the driver. Be right back."

The time was almost nine, so you opted for a nightcap. You grabbed a bottle of wine from Aunt Jo's cupboard and two glasses, setting it down on the coffee table before pouring one for you and Jungkook.

Jungkook quickly finished his glass which made you chuckle. Was he nervous? You didn't take him that type of guy.

"Why did you come to San Francisco?" you asked after taking a sip of your wine.

He chuckled. "Is it not obvious?"

You could take a stab at why he was doing this, but you needed him to say what he wanted.

"I'm shooting my shot," he said casually.

Trying to hold in a grin, you stopped it by devouring the rest of your wine glass.

Jungkook turned his full attention to you. "I couldn't stop thinking about you all summer–what you were doing if you were happy or sad, lonely. I wanted to call so many times, but I didn't know if I could. That's why I only sent texts since they were less intimidating."

"You could've called. I would've picked up."

"I know, but I didn't want to mess up being your friend 'cause I'm not good at this stuff, and I've never just been friends with a girl or even known how to date. But all I do know is you make me want to learn how to do all that stuff."

"To learn how to date or be my friend?

A beat passed before Jungkook answered, "Both, I guess? I just want to get to know you, so I wanna do whatever you wanna do. But that's if you want to..." he trailed off.

The buzz from the wine began warming up your cheeks, and the invisible walls you had up were starting to crumble. Jungkook's rosy lips looked too luscious not to want to try again. "I...really, really want to kiss you."

Jungkook gulped, unsure of what to do next. He didn't want to screw this up, but he also didn't want to pass up an opportunity to kiss you. His gaze shifted from your eyes to your cute nose, then to your lips. He lingered on your lips, trying to recall how they tasted. But it'd been far too long since he'd kissed you.

"I want to kiss you too, but I don't want you to regret it afterward."

You shook your head. "I won't." You shifted closer to Jungkook on the couch, your knee brushing up against his as you leaned in, waiting for him to do the same.

Jungkook brought his hand to cup your cheek, gazing into your eyes, wanting to confirm if this was really what you wanted. "Are you sure?"

"Positive," you said as you closed the gap and pressed your lips against his. His other hand cupped the opposite side of your face, drawing you closer to him. Your lips continued to explore each other softly and slowly as if time had stopped to allow you to discover what you had been missing.

You withdrew, only to find yourself straddling him. Jungkook's eyes widened as he realized the new position. However, he didn't mind it one bit. When his hands fell to grip your waist, urging you closer to him, your entire body buzzed. It didn't take long for Jungkook to become aroused by this heated make-out session, his cock twitching in his strained pants. You tangled your fingers in his hair, causing him to groan in your mouth while you smiled into his. Then your hand reached for the thick silver chain around his neck, gently pulling him as close as you could.

When he pulled away, you let out a quiet whimper. His lips began to trail wet kisses down your jawline, leaving soft purple bruises on your neck. His hands dragged up to your shoulders, where your dress's delicate straps lay. His fingers tinkered with them, debating whether to slide them down, so you decided for him. Your hand reached out to take the straps off, but Jungkook stopped you.

"Sorry, I'm sorry," Jungkook said breathily, nuzzling into the crook of your neck.

"No...No, you're good. I'm sorry. I got a little carried away."

Jungkook leaned against the couch, shifting himself from beneath, hoping to adjust the erection straining in his pants. "As I said, I'm fine with taking things slowly, I'm not in a hurry, and I'll wait as long as it takes if it means I get you in the end."

It took everything in you not to want to rip off your clothes and his right at this moment. But he was right because you didn't want to fuck this up, either.

"You just know the right things to say, huh?"

Jungkook laughed and nodded. He leaned forward, asking for a kiss. "It's getting late, and I still need to pack for my flight tomorrow."

You slid yourself off of him to a standing position, adjusting the strap, just begging to fall. "Let me get an Uber for you."

The following day, Aunt Jo knocked on your door, asking if you were decent enough for her to come in. She covered her eyes as the door opened. "We good in here? No cute, naked boy in your bed?"

You laughed. "No, Aunt Jo. No naked boy in here."

"Darn," she teased, handing you a cup of coffee. "I'm surprised he didn't stay over."

To be honest, it would have been far too easy for you and Jungkook to fuck without first properly establishing what you two were. Again, you tried hard not to rush into things with him, but it was difficult not to.

"He was the one who stopped it from going any further, actually," you commented.

Aunt Jo took a sip of her coffee, nodding slowly, surprised at your words. "Interesting."

"Yeah...interesting."

"Well, at least you know he's trying to do things the right way this time, so that's gotta count for something?"

She was right. You'd wanted and hoped to do this thing with Jungkook correctly. Let's not fuck it up this time.

Over the last couple weeks of summer break, you and Jungkook constantly texted, called, and video-chatted. You couldn't wait to get back on campus to see him again.

As you settled into your new apartment with Lyla, the boxes in your new room were piled high. You reached for a box on your tiptoes when you felt two hands snake around your waist and a kiss press against your shoulder. When you looked over, you saw a happy Jungkook wrapping his arms around you.

"Hi," he whispered into your ear before kissing your neck.

You mumbled a 'hi' before squirming away from his embrace, proceeding to finish your task before he rudely interrupted. Your hand reached into the box, holding onto the fairy lights you loved so much.

Jungkook sat on your bed, watching as you strung lights up on your wall. You crept on the bed, attempting to string the lights behind Jungkook, but he refused to move, so you crawled over him. When he suddenly leaned backward, pulling you on top of him, you yelped.

"Jungkook!" you cried, playfully hitting his chest, trying to break away from his hold, but he drew you back toward him for a kiss.

"One," Jungkook whispered, connecting his mouth to yours again. "Two."

"Why are you counting?"

He grinned from ear to ear. "Cause I owe you 100 kisses, remember?"

You rolled your eyes. "Forgot about that, and I paid good money for that, too," you laughed.

"Mm…I didn't," Jungkook pressed another kiss on your lips. "Three." He placed another on your jaw, causing your skin to burn hot underneath his lips. "Four."

"Jungkook," you whined, "I have so much to unpack."

"I'll help you later, but right now. I just wanna kiss you for a while."

You groaned. "Fine."

Although your and Jungkook's relationship began in an unusual manner and had its share of ups and downs. You wouldn't have made the mistake of foolishly falling for someone other than him.

[sixosix]

hey!!! i'm absolutely in LOVE with your writing! i especially love your good luck charm kuroo one (i am a huge kuroo lover) & atsumu's drabble it's so freaking cute!!

idk if you're taking requests rn (ignore this if u aren't T_T) but may i request kuroo with a reader that has really pretty eyes? like, so pretty that everyone around them just, stops whatever they were doing just to stare at their eyes!! i just need an ego boost to get through this week!!!! 🐏

hi thank you sm i feel so flattered >__< an ego boost, you say? hope this helps. yes requests are open haha thanks for requesting!

fluff, kuroo is a bit (understatement) whipped, wc 850

kuroo likes volleyball.

it's a sport he plays mostly every single day -- willingly, kenma pointed out once, disgruntled -- of course, he does, and of course, he should.

loving volleyball is easy. he loves the thrill, the adrenaline, everything that makes up the game of volleyball. he loves it, and his passion shows in his face whether he wins or loses.

kuroo loves volleyball: a fact.

volleyball players like kuroo find it hard to seek something else that’d grab his attention when he could just give it his all on volleyball: a fact, that suddenly didn't apply to kuroo because of today.

he blames it on you.

you're a transfer. he's never seen you around before until today, and that's only because you've arrived today. he knows this because as soon as he enters the classroom, his attention is on you in an instant.

if he had met you before, he knows that he would've remembered you.

you make it hard to ignore you, it seems. the boy sitting in front of you is a blushing mess, shoulders hunched awkwardly as if he's conscious of every action he's making. kuroo almost feels bad.

but you're not even looking at him. you're staring outside, face glowing from the sunlight pouring generously on your skin. kuroo dares to take a step closer, almost wary.

your eyes grace his presence with acknowledgment.

and-- okay, maybe a bit too dramatic. back off. but judging by the quiet sounds of breath hitching around him, it's not too far off. maybe it was him who suddenly forgot how to breathe.

pretty, he thinks. and then thanks whoever was responsible for making it a sign of courtesy to stare at someone's eyes when speaking.

your eyes glitter with recognition, staring right at him. he feels as if his feet are pinned to the ground.

“thanks,” you say. and kuroo, in horror, realizes he has said it out loud. “i get that sometimes.”

his ears flush a dark red, he knows it does, because then your expression shifts to amusement, and some who were watching look at him as if he's crazy.

“just sometimes?” kuroo finds himself continuing as he makes his way over to the desk beside you -- his desk; how lucky. “shame.”

your laugh sounds as breathtaking as your eyes.

kuroo feels himself fall, and he's not quite sure how deep the ground will be -- not sure if he even wants to be caught.

he doesn't know what this feeling is, but it's similar to getting the last point to winning a match.

it's a little thrilling.

when people talk to you, they're strangely closer than usual, yet they all avoid your eyes with nervous glances around the room, kuroo notices.

but he can’t be too jealous. he completely understands. he almost wants to give them a moment of silence as respect.

he sighs, having to physically pull you away from this girl who seems too keen on talking to you with her hands on yours. it’s not jealousy. it’s not, stop saying that. he just… feels protective. or something.

“sorry, hana, someone’s a little too impatient,” you laugh as you’re dragged away by kuroo who grunts in acknowledgment to the bewildered girl.

“we were supposed to be at the market ten minutes ago,” kuroo grumbles, displeased.

“i know,” you say. “but it’s funny seeing you jealous.”

“i’m not,” kuroo huffs stubbornly. hook, line, and sinker -- he’s a fool. “i can just ditch you right now and treat myself to dinner, babe, don’t act so smug.”

“but i thought we were gonna go on a date?” you purposely widen your eyes and look at him through your lashes. when they're round like that, kuroo feels as if he's looking right at something like a double-edged sword.

kuroo feels as if he's signed up to something dangerous.

“fuck,” says kuroo, pained.

he has come to a revelation.

this strange feeling -- which he usually brushed off as the thrill of finding a new friend -- is not, in fact, platonic. far from that, even. the pace of his heart ringing in his ears and the heat under his cheeks means something.

a date. and his brain is too pleased with those two words for it to be platonic-- he’s not stupid.

he is a weak man when it comes to l/n y/n. that is a fact he wishes you shall never know. (maybe you already do; those puppy eyes come to him too often now when you want him to say yes.)

kuroo loves your eyes, that is a fact. he’s long accepted this. it makes him feal a little weak in a way where he doesn’t mind.

kuroo loves your eyes, your hair, your smile, your lips, the way you say his name, the way you make his heart beat: facts, facts, facts.

“i think i might be in love with you,” he states.

you stare at him -- he loves it, being the center of your attention -- and grin so widely that he worries your cheeks might hurt. “i think i might be in love with you, too.”

with the way you look at him, and the way his heart bursts, he thinks maybe it’s not so bad.

[aajjks]

Tears of Love (JJK)

—> summary: you always underestimated Jungkook’s separation anxiety, and now it almost costed you his life.

Alternatively;

Jungkook can’t stand the thought of you leaving him.

Pairing(s): Yandere!bunny hybrid!jk x Owner Reader, platonic eunwoo x Reader.

—> warnings: angst, lots of crying, REALLY BAD SEPARATION ANXIETY, heavy dependence, jk is a lot dependent on you, obsessive koo, possessive koo,PETTY IS JK’s MIDDLE NAME, accusations, fluff.., fluff fluff and fluff, kookie cries a lot lol, kind of confusing Y/N, hybrid kook, owner Y/N, he calls you Noona a lot, you call him baby a lot, again Jungkook’s love for baby biscuits and strawberries, very cute kookie, aww moments, cute eunwoo, J. A. E. L. O. U. S KOOKIE. He’s very adorable and loveable tho omg.. )^o^( also he acts like a baby most of the time. Eunwoo honestly doesn’t deserve the disrespect smh.. oppsie did I say that out loud? Jungkook loves your lap, I repeat. He loves your lap. And he blushes ALOT LIKE WTF UWU.

Do not ROMANTACISE this behaviour.

WC: 3k

—> Disclaimer: pls keep that in mind that this is purely fictional and there can be some triggering and heavy themes so read that with cautions. Viewer discretion is advised.

—> A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY LOVE!!!! 🥺🥺🥺🥳🥳♥️♥️ jungkoook!!! Ilysm!!!❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ I just need a moment to just say how much I love him... I LOVE HIM SO DAMN MUCH ITS UNHEALTHY!!! He makes my day and I just *clenches chest* he makes my heart beat so loudly. I LOVE HIM OK. ཀ ʖ̯ ཀ and after him,, I love eunwoo the most.. haha so enjoy some eunwoo x you (platonic) action? But Jungkook will eventually ruin that lol, ITS JUNGKOOK DAY TODAY. So only Jungkook in this blog. You can pls scream in my inbox about how much we all love him and how I’ll never marry him.... T_T.. also pls pls share your feedback because I desperately need it. ENJOY!!! Oh and here’s to my birthday month finally starting!!

Love bites;

Masterlist:

Today was the day you met Jungkook, your bunny hybrid. September 1st, the exact date as today. You still remember it like it was yesterday. A smile found its way to your lips as Jungkook laid his head on your lap.

“Noona! I’m awake now. I-I dreamed about you.” He stuttered, pink hue dusting his cheeks. You smiled softly at him as you caressed his face. He purred in your lap.

“Oh? What did you dream about, kookie?” You narrowed your eyes at him when he looked at you, with an unfamiliar emotion in his eyes. “What?” You laughed as you played with his cheeks.

As you waited for his response, your mind wandered off. But Jungkook’s hands gripping your wrist pulled you out of your daydream.

“N-Noona, what are you thinking about? D-Did I do something wrong? Tell me please?” His grip on your hand tightened. His doe eyes were troubled.

An idea crossed your mind. “Jungkook! You did nothing, okay, baby? Here!” You reached out to the nightstand and gave him his biscuits. “Eat these. I have to go now, baby, I already made your breakfast!”

His smile fell upon hearing that. “I-I’ll be back soon! I promise, kook.” He just shook his head and grabbed you tightly. “A-Ah Jungkook.” You whimpered. Sometimes you really forgot how strong he really was. “Y-Y/N! Please don’t leave.” He spoke slowly. His doe eyes were glossy, his nose red.

It had been a year. But Jungkook still had such bad separation anxiety. The way he played with your hair, it was obvious that he was obnoxious but he was trying. He was trying for you.

He valued you so much and you knew that. You valued him too. He was your everything. But you needed to get Jungkook used to your absence.

At first it was so hard. He was intense, his anxiety had got to a point where you feared leaving him alone.

You knew very well that Jungkook didn’t care about himself at all. And that was concerning. Because it had been a year since you brought Jungkook home.

But you still had yet to discover his limits.

You still didn’t know what Jungkook was capable of. But you knew one thing. He could do absolutely anything.

You were sure of that.

As you tried to calm your instincts down, you smiled softly at your bunny. “Baby, I told you I’ll be back in a few hours. I promise, and also, Dongmin is going to be here with you.” He looked at you with his big confused eyes. “My colleague, remember the guy I told you about?” You asked him.

His eyes hardened. “No! I-I want you! Not him! Please Y/N!!! Don’t go!” He purred in your neck, whining.

“Kook, I need to go! I have something very important to take care of.” You replied in a firm yet soft tone. Jungkook was fragile. He just whimpered in your neck.

“A-Are you leaving m-me?” His words came out in a shaky tone. Your neck already was wet with his tears falling on it.

The way he sat in your lap all curled up on you with his one hand gripping the back of your neck and the other hand snaked around your waist really made you want to coo at him. He loved your lap. You often thought about how he even managed to sit on it.

“Baby, I love you? Why would I leave my baby? Don’t you know that I love you? Who’s my baby, hmm?” You laughed when you felt him nuzzling even deeper in your neck, he blushed a lot.

“M-Me. I’m your baby!” He answered back with pride. You just ruffled his hair when another purr came out of his lips.

He changed his position, now burying his head in your chest and gripping your waist with his both hands.

“Kookie, you trust your Noona, right?” You questioned seriously this time. “Yes. I trust you more than anything in this world, Noona. You’re my everything.” He lifted up his head and looked at you, thousands of emotions swimming in his dark orbs.

As you were about to reply, the door bell rang. “Guess, Dongmins here!!” You smiled while Jungkook’s face fell.

Jungkook glared at the attractive male who sat right across him. “U-Umm hi jungkook?! I’m Dongmin! Y/N’s childhood friend!” The nervous male stuttered helplessly. Jungkook didn’t move. His face was hard. His eyes were set deadly at Dongmin. “I’m Jungkook! Y/N’s baby.” He smirked as Dongmin smiled.

“Right! She told me so much about you. She loves you a lot.” He smiled lightly. Jungkook’s eyes lit up but he didn’t reply.

Dongmin just averted his eyes from Jungkook and played with his fingers. “Listen Dongmint, stay away from my Noona. She’s mine.” Jungkook’s ears shaked and his tail started wiggling.

And that meant that he was serious.

Dongmin looked up, his eyes wide. “O-Of course. And please just call me eunwoo.” He nodded. “Besides? I-I love someone else and I’m engaged, Y-Y/N’s knows that. I love my fiancé very much.” He pointed at the ring on his finger.

Jungkook looked at him suspiciously. “What’s her name, then?” He laid back on the couch. “Her names Alina!” Eunwoo replied, love oozing in his voice, Jungkook surprisingly smiled at eunwoo.

Because he was able to relate. He was able to relate with the utter infatuation that surrounded his voice. He loves you like that too.

He loved you so, so much. “O-Okay. So Noona told me that you were her colleague?” His posture was relaxed now. His eyes softened a bit.

Eunwoo smiled. “Yes we are. She’s the general manager and I’m the assistant. I’ve known her all my life. She’s an amazing woman.” Jungkook nodded. His eyes shone with pride and unconditional love.

“So tell me, eunwoo.” Jungkook crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes. The rooms environment shifting to a serious temperature,

“Do you like Ironman?” He rubbed the back of his neck and eunwoo laughed out loud.

“Y/N was definitely right, you are the cutest being ever!” And Jungkook blushed like his life depended on it.

It had been four hours. And seeing Jungkook like this was starting to worry eunwoo. “Jungkook, please calm down. She’ll be back soon! I promise!” Eunwoo was trying his best. But Jungkook was starting to scare him.

“N-No I-I need Y/N.. I-I want her back! W-Where is s-she? S-She left me?” unshed tears glossed his eyes. Jungkook felt like his head would explode if he thought anything now.

His heartbeat was rapid and he felt sick to his stomach. Just the mere thought of you leaving him made him want to destroy everything.

“N-Noona! Please come back! I-I miss you! I-I can’t live without you. I-I know you can live without me but I-I can’t! Please!”

Jungkook sobbed loudly now. He cried and cried. His desperate sobs echoed through the lounge and eunwoo tried to comfort him.

Because you trusted him with Jungkook. And eunwoo felt so bad because he couldn’t tell Jungkook the truth.

He really couldn’t. Not without your permission. But why didn’t you want Jungkook to know?

And seeing Jungkook’s dependence on you really unsettled him. “Jungkook please stop crying. Y/N would kill me if she saw you like this.” Eunwoo tried to knock some sense into Jungkook but Jungkook wasn’t even trying.

“N-Noona left me. N-Noona promised that s-she’ll never leave me. I-I can’t breathe anymore. I-I feel l-like I-I’m dying.” Jungkook stopped crying. His tail wiggled and he fainted.

“Jungkook! I’m home!” A soft voice called out. And eunwoo’s eyes widened. He tried to pick up Jungkook before you saw him.

You finally came home.

“No. For the last time I’m not going to give my hybrid away. Please stop troubling me now. He legally belongs to me. I have all of the documents too.” You sighed as you sat across the table.

The old business man looked at you, clearly dissatisfaction written on his face. You felt so much anger. These people had been annoying you for the past six months. “Miss L/N, we are offering you even a blank check. Please. We need that rabbit. You don’t understand.” He spoke in a serious tone and you didn’t reply.

You stood up “now I’ll take my leave. If you trouble or threat me again then I’ll see you in court. He’s mine.” You warned the old man who looked scared. Completely ignoring his sentence.

“Yo-Your decision will make you regret things.” He tried to speak loudly but too bad you already left.

“Fuck fuck fuck! We just lost billions! Fuck” the old man cursed his fate.

While, you walked through the roads. You felt so distressed. How could people treat hybrids like this?

It broke your heart in pieces. People still treated hybrids like shit. Now, you could really understand Jungkook’s trauma. Why he was so attached to you.

Why he feared you leaving him so much.

Tears were ready to fall from your eyes but you didn’t want to cry. You just wanted to go home and take care of your hybrid. Your precious angel.

As you finally sat on the subway, a thought crossed your mind. “Oh shit. Eunwoo and Jungkook!” You rubbed your temples when you took out your phone from the purse.

Horror was the look on your face. “Shit!” You cursed at your dead phone. Were you really that careless? You knew Jungkook could be a handful to others. Poor eunwoo honestly.

“We would like to announce that the subway train will be an hour late due to mechanical problems. We hope you understand, we would like to apologise for the inconvenience.” Your eyes widened.

You were doomed. You quickly looked at the shopper in your hands.

You really hoped that the cake wouldn’t melt.

“N-Noona please come back!! I-I’ll be a good boy. I-I promise!” Jungkook spoke in his slumber. Eunwoo sat in the chair with the bed. “Poor you, what happened to you?” He exclaimed as he checked his temperature.

“Fuck, he’s burning.” He muttered to himself. “Kook! I’m home? Dongmin!!” You called out again. “Y/N up here!” Eunwoo replied with a slightly loud tone.

“N-Noona!~” Jungkook called out for you, again. “I’m here!” You replied with a smile in your face as you entered the room, but soon your smile faltered as you looked at the scene infront of you.

“What happened to him, Dongmin?” You cried as you walked closer to the bed.

“Y-Y/N thank the Lord you’re back. He had a panic attack, you didn’t come home and he panicked. He fell unconscious.” Eunwoo explained. “Please calm down. He’s okay! He said things like you left him or something like that.” You sat on the bed closer to Jungkook.

“Oh my God, I’m such a bad person, Min. I left him alone. And you had to take care of him all alone. I-I’m so sorry? Ah my precious angel. He must’ve thought I left him.” You sobbed quietly as you caressed his forehead.

You looked at Jungkook with guilt in your eyes. “I-I should’ve known. He has bad separation anxiety, how could I?” You sobbed and Eunwoo just watched you, quietly observing.

“Y/N why don’t you tell him about those people? Don’t you think he deserves to know?” He questioned you in a serious tone. Eunwoo was right. Jungkook needed to know about those shelter people.

But deep down you knew that Jungkook wouldn’t take that well. He had bad trauma. It would trigger him even more.

You were ready to tell him but you knew that Jungkook wasn’t ready.

“Dongmin, I know Jungkook. He won’t take it well. He would think that he’s going to be taken away from me. How can I? He considers me his safe space. And I’ll always protect my precious angel.”

Eunwoo smiled lightly and nodded. “Y/N, you know he loves you a lot. Like a lot. The look in his eyes whenever I mentioned you was the same look in my eyes whenever I’m with my fiancé.” He crossed his arms, standing on the door.

You smiled softly. “I don’t know, Min. He’s so lovely. He loves people with all his being and I don’t deserve his love, he’s too pure.” You caressed Jungkook’s cheek.

Eunwoo was about to argue when his phone rang, “it’s her?” You laughed and he blushed, nodding. You looked away to Jungkook and wiped your already dry cheeks.

“Baby wake up now. I’m here. Noona is here with you.” You whispered to him, squeezing his hand tightly. He really loved you so much.

Why? You couldn’t understand. He was mysterious in his own way. Ever since Jungkook came into your life, your life felt more like life,

He was a bliss. You were so used to him now. You had given so attached to him. He was a bundle of joy for you.

And you couldn’t ever abandon him, he was like a bright star in your dark life. You wouldn’t sell him away, ever. Because money couldn’t buy a precious being like your Jungkook.

“Ah, Y/N?” Eunwoo interrupted your thoughts. “Listen, I gotta go. Alina called, my little brother got injured. I’d have to go now. I’m sorry. Please tell how the meeting went!!” He apologised. He looked tense. “Oh no problem, I will! Min. Please go. I can’t thank you enough for taking care of Jungkook for me. Really I owe you.” You smiled.

He just chucked, “it was so much fun for me. He’s adorable. No worries! Bye!” He waved from the door and left.

“N-Noona- don’t le-leave me!” Jungkook choked out and you immediately squeezed his hand again. “Baby Noona is here by your side, wake up now, Noona missed you.” You replied to him softly as you changed the warm cloth in his head.

“N-Noona?” He tried to open his eyes. “Y-You didn’t leave? Oh my God!!!” He sat up and hugged you, catching you off guard.

“Baby of course I wouldn’t leave. I promised you.” You rubbed his back when a heartbreaking sob vibrated from his chest. “N-Noona!~” he sobbed loudly in your lap. His face was buried in your neck and he cried desperately. “Baby don’t cry please, Noona is Sorry. Please forgive Noona?” You pressed a kiss on his hair.

He grabbed your body tightly as if you’d disappear if he let go. He squeezed you tightly against his own body. “You-You don’t love me anymore!” He cried again.

Your eyes widened at the accusation, “no baby, that’s not true. I love you! I really do!” You defended yourself. He just buried his head deeper in your neck.

“Jungkook please I’m so sorry for leaving you, I-I had gone out for a surprise for you.” You explained to him. It was true.

You had to take care of the matter so Jungkook wouldn’t have to suffer again, those people were bad for him.

“I-I felt like someone was choking me. I-It felt like hell without you. I-I missed you so so much Noona! I-I really thought you left me.” His tone was wavy and his voice was rough.

“Baby look at me.” You broke the hug and left his jaw up. His hair was messy and his ears were down. You used the other hand to scratch his ears. “Baby. I-I know. I should’ve known. But Dongmin told me everything. You were such a good boy with him. You made your Noona so proud of you.” You smiled at him and he blushed.

“R-Really?” His sparkly big doe eyes stared at you with hope. “Yes, kook.” You answered back and hugged him again.

He sighed heavily against your neck and closed his eyes. His hands still gripped you tightly.

He was too cute for you.

“Baby, happy birthday! I love you.” You whispered in his ear and he shivered. “M-My birthday? Noona what is a birthday?He questioned, looking at you confusingly.

You laughed and ruffled his hair. “Don’t you remember, kook? We met today, on the exact same day last year?” “And birthdays is the day where we celebrate our existence. Today we are going to celebrate yours!” You explained. “O-Oh! So it means it’s your birthday too, Noona!” He concluded seriously.

You chuckled at him, “no baby it’s not my birthday. I don’t know when you were born so we are going to celebrate your birthday every year on this day because I found you today!” You pressed a kiss on his puffy cheeks.

“Can you do that again? But this time on my lips, Noona?” He asked, no emotion present on his face.

You blushed and laughed loudly. “My bunny is getting so naughty. Come on don’t you want cake? I brought your favourite!” You stood up and he followed behind you.

“Noona?” He called. You hmmed. “This is the best birthday ever!” He giggles while looking at the large strawberry cake.

You just smiled in adoration.

Jungkook hugged you from behind and you smiled. “Thank you so much for not leaving me, Noona. I love you so much.” He breathed.

His heartbeat could be heard loudly. You just giggled. “Noona?” He asked again. You just nodded, signalling him to go on. “That dongmint friend of yours was pretty okay. But hey, y-you love me more right?”

You chuckled. “Baby it’s not dongmint, it’s Dongmin. And of course! I love you the most, my bunny.”

He buried his head in the nap of your neck. “I-I love you the most, Noona. More than those delicious biscuits.” And you just laughed again.

The whole house was filled with his and your giggles echoing throughout it.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

bao | myg | 1

pairing(s): yoongi x reader

summary: Min Yoongi is always late to start work. He’s late in starting a lot of things. Like telling you he loves you.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; mentions of parental injury/surgery; it’s actually SO MUCH fluff; non-idol!AU; (slightly) jealous deliveryboy!Yoongi x hardworking chef!reader ft. bao fiend, next-door neighbor, model!Taehyung; Yoongi gets injured T_T

it’s Weverse magazine Yoongi; can’t be helped he looked too good and yes it’s another fic revolving around food like mango | jjk (less dark this time lmao), guess that’s my schtick now

-

Men in leather jackets?

Yes.

Men who liked to wear silver rings?

Double yes.

Men whose name was Min Yoongi?

Fuck, no.

But, unfortunately, Min Yoongi was both of the first two things, when annoyed you to no end. You could hate Min Yoongi, easy, if he wasn’t attractive, but the truth was that he was very attractive, with his dark hair, cat-like eyes that were the color of black coffee, large pale hands, silver earrings, silver bracelets, and raspy deep voice.

The infuriating thing was, he was always late.

“Sorry,” he apologized for the billionth time. “I had to do something.”

You always have to do something, you thought, pursing your lips as you pushed the paper bags towards him. Each one was stapled with a small piece of paper, indicating the address and complete order of the patron.

“I’m going to fire you if you’re late again,” you warned.

Yoongi grinned as he gathered the bags. He had pretty white teeth too. Fuck. You even liked seeing his stupid teeth. The fuck was wrong with you?

“Nah, you won’t fire me. I’m your favorite delivery boy.”

“You’re my only delivery boy,” you shot back as he retreated.

“Thus, being your favorite,” he chuckled, out the back door once again.

You sighed deeply as you watched the black leather depart. He was wearing black jeans today that showed off his long legs, with a tear in the right knee. Why did he have to look so good? And why was he always late? It was very annoying. You checked your phone, texting your father, asking how he was today.

-

You spent all day taking orders and prepping them for Yoongi to deliver. In between, you continued making buns of all kinds, from savory pork buns to sweet red bean buns. You father owned a small Chinese-style bao shop, but since his back surgery, he hadn’t been able to work for a while. Your mother was taking care of him and complaining quite a bit about having another baby, except this one was bigger and more demanding and sounded way too much like your father.

You just laughed through the phone as your dad asked for more water and a foot massage.

Being their only daughter, you naturally had some experience making bao, but actually running the business was much harder. You weren’t sure how your dad did it all these years to be honest. There used to be a counter where people could drop by and pick up a bun for their lunch break, but the person who worked at that counter used to be your mother or you, and that wasn’t happening if you were making them all day. You weren’t as fast making them as your father either.

Therefore, the small shop ended up being converted to delivery only, and your only delivery boy was late to arrive all the damn time.

Okay, he wasn’t a delivery boy per se, because he was definitely an adult man, but he might as well have been a boy with how often you scolded him about being late. At least he was good at delivering the actual orders on time.

You heard a knock at the back door and scooped up two steaming roast pork buns, brushing the excess flour off your hands before opening the door.

A bright, jovial, boxy smile greeted you.

“Hey!”

Your only exception to delivery only. Kim Taehyung, your next-door neighbor.

You handed him the pork buns and he handed you some bills.

“Keep the change,” he grinned, biting into the bun and gasping a little at the heat. “Mmm, delicious as always.”

You chuckled. “You need to learn how to cook for yourself.”

He pouted, chewing noisily. “Ugh, it’s so hard. Teach me.”

You rolled your eyes. “I tried. You burned it somehow. I don’t even know how that’s possible.”

He shrugged. “I’m better at watching anyway.”

You looked over his attire. A brown suit with a cream t-shirt, green silk scarf around his neck. His hair was dark brown again. “What are you advertising today?” Taehyung was a model. Sometimes you saw him on billboards or ads in the supermarket.

Taehyung shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m going to the agency right now.” He held up the buns. “But I gotta eat first because it’s gonna be long day.”

You chuckled. “Better go before your manager calls.”

As if on cue, a colorful tune erupted from Taehyung’s pants, chirping loudly. Taehyung shoved one of the buns entirely into his mouth and spoke around it, words muffled.

“Ugh, thanks again. Let’s hang out when I can!” he called as he ran off, snatching his phone from his pocket, mumbling into it as he chewed.

You smiled ruefully, watching him hurry away. “Yeah, like that will ever happen.”

Taehyung was far too busy to hang out with you. You were surprised he still lived in the same apartment complex you did, because he made decent money now, but he said it was because his dog Yeontan didn’t like change and his parents lived nearby so he could drop him off there when he was working.

“Your boyfriend or something?”

You suddenly noticed Yoongi standing next to the door. You jumped back, staring at him. He raised an eyebrow.

“How long have you been there?”

Yoongi shrugged. “As long as you’ve been making googly eyes at him.”

You frowned. “I’m not making googly eyes at Taehyung.”

Yoongi smirked, wiggling his eyebrows. “Ah, he has a name. And no honorifics. Very suspicious, if you ask me.”

Nobody asked you! You wondered if he needed both arms to deliver food, because you were pretty close to breaking at least one of them. Surely, he could drive one-handed? You were a bit disturbed on how imagining that seemed somewhat attractive to you.

“He’s my next-door neighbor,” you huffed, turning on your heel and going back into the shop to pack more orders for Yoongi.

“Next door to you puss–”

You spun around and shoved a pork bun into Yoongi’s mouth. He nearly choked, grabbing it as you let go, his fingertips brushing against yours for a moment. A strange tingle travelled through your palm, going up your arm. You ignored it, purposefully slipping buns into paper packages for an order for a local office nearby.

“It’s your lunchtime anyway,” you said impassively, not looking at him.

If you did, you would have noticed the pink tinge on Yoongi’s cheeks, the furrow in his brows as he chewed on the bun, watching you. You would have noticed the way his jaw seemed to be tense, thinking about what he just saw, holding tightly to the pork bun.

-

Yoongi knew you were the one who made it. It tasted great, almost as good as your father’s. He knew your father well, having been the on-and-off delivery boy through the years, from high school to university to now. Being an underground music producer didn’t make him a ton of money, but he didn’t care too much. If he was more popular, he would have to quit.

And he really didn’t want to quit, because he was staring at your back, hoping one day you’d notice he was watching you.

He knew who Kim Taehyung was. Taehyung came every day. Maybe even for the same reason as him. He never interrupted your interactions with Taehyung before, because it seemed rude. They were always short anyway. But, of course, Taehyung noticed you were alone now, and Taehyung had been dressing nicer, looking cuter, flirting more and more. Yoongi doubted you noticed, but it still bothered him all the same.

Yoongi sighed inwardly as he picked up another bun. You shot him a glare but he shrugged.

“Might make me taller,” was his response.

You raised your eyebrows. “You want to be a fucking skyscraper or something?”

He bit into it. Fucking delicious. “Maybe.”

Truth was, he just didn’t want to stop eating them because you made them.

Yoongi wanted to pretend you made them just for him.

-

"What's this?"

"Pork and leek bao. Tell me what you think."

Yoongi took a small bite, chewing thoughtfully. "Light flavor, but nice."

"Too greasy?" you pried.

"Mm, little bit."

You sighed. "Hm, okay, won't sell them then. I'll have to eat them myself."

Yoongi looked at the huge tray of freshly streamed buns.

"I can help."

"Wait for them to cool and then you can pack however much you want," you said absentmindedly, off to wash the pots. "You have a steamer at home?"

"Mhm."

He looked good today too, still in his black leather jacket and black jeans, different loose gray shirt. Almost cute with the way he was chomping on the steamed bun, his cheeks filling and becoming round. 

Too bad he couldn't be punctual to save his life, you thought, violently scrubbing the metal clean. 

-

Yoongi sat in his studio, holding one of the pork and leek bao you had given him. He stored them in his freezer and streamed them periodically when he was at his desk. Easy, quick meal that had very little mess. 

He chewed on it. 

He should have told you to sell them. 

But he also liked having his freezer full of bao that you had made. You probably would have given him some of he asked, but Yoongi felt bad asking because he knew how hard you worked. They should be for customers, not him. 

He sat back in his chair, taking bites slowly, savoring them. Salty pork with the mild flavor of fresh leek, a little black bean to add a hint of nuttiness, grounding the greasy nature of the meat. Made by your own two hands, your hard work, day in and day out, trying to make up for the absence of your father.

He really should stop being late.

Then again.

Yoongi was always late because he was always working on music and when he wasn't working on music, he was oversleeping his work alarms.

It wasn't until you had gone to university that he realized how much he missed you and your presence at the bao shop. You were smart. Had a Biochemistry degree and everything. Yoongi couldn't make heads or tails of science, so that alone was impressive to him. But you hadn't been able to get a job in your field because your father’s back pain got worse and worse, until he had to get surgery. Now it meant you did everything and, while it pained him to watch you working so hard, secretly he was a little glad that he could see you every day. 

He felt ashamed for thinking that way, because your father had surgery for a misaligned disc and Yoongi didn't wish that on anyone.

His eyes shifted to his computer. 

He hasn't dropped his mixtape for a lot of reasons. One, what if no one liked it? All of his hard work, ignored? Or, what if everyone liked it? What if he made it big? 

Could he handle that?

He didn't know. He wasn't very good with people.

Who was he? A nobody. Yoongi doubted your parents would be happy if the fucking delivery boy wanted to marry you. They were nice people, but of course they wanted better for you. That's why they worked so hard to put you through school to the point of your father's back literally breaking. 

Maybe it would be better if you dated Taehyung. It seemed like he made a reasonable amount of money considering his clothes. He was handsome too. Yoongi saw Taehyung's face at the local supermarket sometimes. His own face would never be in supermarkets. No one would pick up a coffee with his face on it over Taehyung's. 

Yoongi ate the last bite of bao bitterly and returned to his music. 

-

"You're even later than usual today!"

"I'm sorry. I'll grab the orders right away."

"And why are you wearing this stupid hat? It's unprofessional–"

You attempted to grab the black baseball cap off of Yoongi's head, but he dodged you. He seemed more aloof than usual today, but you barely noticed in your irritation as you clicked your tongue and grabbed his leather jacket, yanking him towards you and pulling the cap off.

Three things happened at once. 

Yoongi's body collided into yours. 

He painfully gasped into your neck, turning your skin burning hot with his breath. 

And third, your eyes widened as you realized Yoongi had a black eye.

You barely even noticed the first two things because you were staring at the fair skin around his right eye tinged with rings of purple-red. You released him and he backed up away from you, wincing. 

"What happened?" you asked in a stunned voice. 

Yoongi narrowed his eyes and tried to grab his hat, but you moved it behind your back, eyes glued to his bruise.

"Yoongi, tell me what happened."

You saw him pause. If you weren't so fixated on the actual black eye, you would have noticed his expression change from annoyance, to bitterness, to realization. Your tone was not angry. You were genuinely worried, to the point you felt strangely emotional, like you were going to cry. 

"It's nothing," Yoongi mumbled. "I'm fine. It only looks bad."

Your eyes locked with his. Those dark orbs did not want to say anything. They wanted you to treat it like no big deal, or yell at him some more for being late, anything but address his black eye. 

"Please tell me what happened," you said quietly. 

Yoongi sighed, rubbing the back of his head. Usually his black hair was styled, but it was messy and flat from being under the cap. 

"I did something stupid," he finally replied. "I trusted people. And I got scammed."

You waited. Yoongi shuffled his feet and continued. 

"I produce and make music. I mixed a guy's entire album and when I asked for payment, they told me I was getting paid with exposure," he spat, as if the word itself was disgusting. "I was already in a shitty mood. So I punched him."

"You did what?" 

"I punched him," Yoongi repeated coolly. He shrugged. "There were three other guys so I punched them too."

"Y... Yoongi!"

"What?" he snapped. "They fucking deserved it."

"You can't go around punching people!"

"Yeah." He pointed to his black eye. "Sometimes they punch back."

You stared at him before you held out his cap. He took it from you and crammed it back on his head. 

"Yoongi, go home."

He paused. Then he chuckled, straightening. "What are you taking about?" He changed his tone, making to more lighthearted and teasing. He gestured behind you, to the brown paper bags waiting. "I have deliveries to make."

"I'll do them."

You stood in front of the bags, blocking him. Yoongi frowned. 

"You have food to make."

"Yoongi," you said softly. "Go home and recover. You probably didn't get much sleep last night. I can see your dark circles."

He chuckled, the noise dying in his throat as he looked at your serious expression. 

"I always have dark circles."

"I don't want you to get in an accident because of sleep deprivation."

"I won't get into an accident," Yoongi said impatiently. He tried to move around you, but you and your flour-covered apron blocked him. 

"I don't want you to get hurt."

The way you said it stopped him. You thought of your father, laying in the hospital, doctors and nurses trying to make sure he was okay after the surgery. Yoongi could see it in your eyes. He sighed. 

"Look, it's just a couple bruises. I did this to myself," he mumbled. His eyes shifted from side to side before they came back to you. "I need to make money. I'm short on rent because of this."

"Then I'll pay you," you insisted. "You need to rest."

You suddenly realized Yoongi was very close to you now, looking down at you from under his black baseball cap. His chest was almost touching your chest. The scent of leather and pine cologne filled your nose, vastly different from your dusty flour-covered self. His cat-like eyes were on you, expression unreadable.

"This is my rest," Yoongi said quietly. "Helping you deliver orders is the least stressful part of my day."

For a long moment, you didn't move. You weren't sure if it was because you were still worried or because Yoongi was so close and it felt weird all of a sudden, as if you recalled the way his body hit yours earlier and the way his breath tickled your skin. 

You moved away and Yoongi collected the bags, careful not to drop them. You always ordered them so they were from first to last delivery, maximizing efficiency and order number. He made his way to the back door, using his back to open it. 

You spoke again, voice nearly cracking.

"Please don't get hurt."

Yoongi looked up from under his black cap, expressionless. You expected him to give you a snarky remark as usual. 

"I won't."

He headed out. 

-

2.

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masterpost

[dammitlogan]

Hi! Can i request a fluff scenario for Dazai X fem reader where she (tries) to give him a surprise birthday party with the rest of the ADA? Basically Dazai being happy please he deserves it! Thanks a lot!

Surprise! | Dazai Osamu x Reader

wc: 1.1k

a/n: Yesss!! I love Dazai so much lol. Sorry this took so long. I decided I should save it for his birthday, but then I forgot about the time difference, so I’m technically a day late T_T Dazai deserves all the happiness in the world. Thanks for requesting, @blackstrawberrynightmare!!

You had been planning for this day for a year now. Some may say that a year’s worth of planning is a little excessive for just a single day, but you worry that you may have needed even more time to prepare for today. There was never any hiding from Dazai Osamu, the man could read through anything. It always seemed that Dazai was two steps ahead of everyone. This made planning a surprise party for his birthday quite the challenge. What was even more difficult was that you were doing it alone.

It’s not that the rest of the ADA wouldn’t help you. You were just worried that the more people who knew, the harder it would be to contain the secret. So here you are, June nineteenth in the ADA building. Everyone worked away, and Dazai happened to be late as usual. Suddenly, you shoot up from your desk. “Okay, everyone! Can I have your attention, please?” 

Everyone in the office turns to you with a curious, confused look as you stand on your desk. “As you may know, Dazai’s birthday is today!” Atsushi freezes suddenly at your words.

“T-today!? But, we don’t have anything planned. No one even mentioned it!” He waves around frantically, about to sprint out the door to the nearest store. You hold up your hand to stop him, grinning at his words.

“You are correct! And that was my glorious plan!” you laugh. Atsushi stutters over his words, wondering why you were so cruel as to make sure Dazai wasn’t able to celebrate his birthday. However, before he can successfully formulate a sentence, you reach up and haul a box out of the ceiling vent above your desk. “Tada!~” You open the box to reveal an abundance of party decorations. “I wanted it to be a surprise party!”

Tanizaki quirks a brow at your statement. “Isn’t the party supposed to be a surprise for the person it’s for and not the guests?”

“Well, yeah,” you huff with a pout, “But this is Dazai we’re talking about! If more than one person knew, he’d definitely figure it out!” The ADA seems to agree with your statement, a murmur of approval for your reasoning. You clear your throat authoritatively. “Ranpo!” You point at the man as he riffles through a bag of candy on his desk. “You be the look out for Dazai!” He nods, rolling his chair over to the window with the bag of candy in his arms. 

You turn to Kunikida. “Kunikida, you will set out the food and make sure Ranpo and Kenji don’t eat it!” Kunikida furrows his eyebrows at your command.

“Food? We don’t have any.”

“Yes we do! I brought in some this morning. It’s in the kitchen of the cafe.” You turn towards the rest of the ADA as Kunikida leaves to get the food. “Kenji, Atsushi, I want you to put up the decorations, please!” The boys salute you and get to work immediately. 

“Kyoka, will you get the presents from Yosano’s office? Yosano will help you set them out.” Kyoka nods, walking off to get Yosano and the presents.

“Naomi, I’d like you to get the President and Haruno.” 

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Tanizaki, you can help Atsushi and Kenji with the decorations for right now, but I’d like you to hide everything using your ability if Dazai gets here before you’re done, okay?”

“On it!”

“Alright! We don’t have long, so let’s get going!”

“Ah, but (Y/N), what are you going to do?” Atsushi asks. Suddenly, his face flushes and he puts his hands up defensively. “Not that you haven’t done enough already! I just meant-”

You laugh, waving your hand dismissively at Atsushi. “No, no. It’s okay. I’m going to go find Dazai, wherever he may be. Probably in the nearest river or something.” Atsushi pales at your words. Of course Dazai would think to spend his birthday trying to kill himself.

*~*~*

“Dammit, Dazai,” you whine, pushing the man towards the ADA building. “I can’t believe you’re coming to work an hour late because you decided it’d be a good idea to hang yourself by your feet in my house! How did you even get in there!?”

Dazai scoffs at your words. “I never said it was a good idea. I said it seemed like a good suicide method!” he defends. “As for getting in your house, it was quite easy. You should rethink your home security.”

“My bad. I thought a lock on all my doors and windows would work like it does for the rest of the world. Maybe I should invest in some bodyguards, hm?”

Dazai gasps. “But then I wouldn’t be able to get in!”

“That’s the point, dummy. You better get some work done today, or Kunikida might rip your head off. I thought he was going to explode with how angry he was earlier.” The man laughs at the image, murmuring about how funny a sight that would be as he opens the door to the ADA. 

“Surprise!” the ADA choruses as you two walk through the door. A sprinkle of confetti falls in your hair as everyone cheers. From the corner of your eye, you see Dazai’s eyes widen at the sight of everyone and a large grin grow on his face. 

The rest of the day, much to Kunikida’s dismay, is spent celebrating. You smile for the side of the room as you examine how relaxed and happy everyone seems. It was nice to see Dazai in the midst of the celebration as well, seeing that he usually disappeared during events like these. However, it seems he disappeared during this one as well. You narrow your eyes in confusion and suspicion when you notice his absence. Where the hell did he-

“Looking for something?” a voice asks from behind you. You jump, turning to glare up at Dazai playfully.

“Could you not sneak up on me? I think you owe it to me after breaking into my house.” Dazai slings a lazy arm around your shoulder, admiring the party as you were a moment ago. His mischievous grin had melted into a gentle smile at the sight.

“Thank you, (Y/N).”

You’re caught off guard by his sudden words. “Hmm? What do you mean?”

He looks down at you, a familiar impish grin returning to his face. “You didn’t really believe I wouldn’t notice, did you?”

You gawk at his confession. “W-what!? How?” Dazai simply laughs at your amazed expression. You grumble about him being too smart for his own good, leaning into his side. “When did you figure it out?” you decide to ask, peeking up at him.

“Last year.”

“DAMMIT!”

[meitanteisachi]

ShinRan reading list

(As requested by Anon)

My personal shortlist of the most unforgettable ShinRan fics I’ve read and currently reading, as well as planning to read! These are just those I can name at the top of my head so I probably might have missed some and will add later on once I remember. I also realized while I was compiling this list that the some are really really old fics but still, they’re all good reads!

HAVE READ / ONESHOT / COMPLETE 100 Feelings: Shinichi and Ran by Moon Kitty 2005 (old Shinran drabbles! sweet) 30 Kisses: Shinichi and Ran by Candyland (Ahh. Classic and best. 4 and 22 are my fave) 30 Ways: Shinichi and Ran by Candyland (How do I love thee? Let me count thy ways) 40 Nights: Shinichi and Ran by yammdere (I’ve read this a long time ago lemme reread this) Alphabets by Moonlitsky321 (Shinichi and Ran’s alphabet, series of oneshots) All to Myself by kaitothegreat (A jealous detective is a cute detective) Back Where He Belongs by jojoangel01 (old but gold; one of the first Shinran fics i’ve read) Between the Lines by Lindt Luirae (Most favorite oneshot! T_T) but hey, who’s counting by justjoy (cutest short short story ever) Chess by Imaginator (ShinRan plays a game of chess. the unconventional kind) Dancing in Space by sapphirestars (i remembered tearing up here..LEMME REREAD THIS too) Days of Romance by Rani07 (cute oneshots! Favorite is 9) From Where We Left Off by Jaroslav Lewis (Ran is the best girlfriend ever) Hiccups by moeichi (Must find a way to rid Ran of her hiccups. How?) I’m Already There by Becky Tailweaver (dude this hurt me to the bones) I’ve been thinking about you by ChibiRaccoon (ShinRan post-confession. Fluff overload) Intoxicated by hislips (drunk Shinichi is adorable Shinichi. and hot hehe) Kiss by Novdre (Ran got kissed by a senpai. What would the childhood friend do?) luminiferous by justjoy (short piece, but Shinichi’s feelings perfectly depicted i love it) Midnight Disturbance by hislips (right amount of smut and fluff!) On The Nature of Daylight by MintChocolateLeaves (Shinichi is /bad/ at feelings haha!) One by Shelling4869Ford (gave me so many feelings ;_;) Pretend and Practice by hislips (fake dating AU. So CUTE) Red and White by hislips (sweet semi-AU ShinRan for V-day and White Day!) Red Cheeks by Dragonowo (short oneshot, fluff overload!) ShinRan Fake-Dating AU: Shinichi as barista by icedcoffeeanyone/hislips (very cute!) Silent Intruder by icedcoffeeanyone/hislips (Kazuha sees ShinRan doing...things) Seven Days for Shinichi and Ran by Serinox (child ShinRan fics are sooo cute) Something Wrong by PurpleLlamanator (Ran give it to Shinichi! Now!) these little wonders by ameize (so so so cute!!) The Final Problem by MintChocolateLeaves (heavy read, angsty, but very...wow) The Kudou Files by RanMouri82 (ahhh a glimpse of ShinRan married life! Fluff) The New Teacher by HopeGrace1290 (Shinichi is Ran’s...teacher?) Waiting by ChibiRaccoon (love the narrative. hot smut) Word Play by AngelicSentinel (*fans self* best ShinRan smut ever)

CURRENTLY READING / ONGOING 30 Kisses: Ran and Shin’ichi by RanMouri82 (lovely pieces!) Art of Seduction by Ku10-41 (series of oneshots) Bliss by detectivemran (series of oneshots) Box of Chocolates by hislips (series of oneshots) Cipher by MintChocolateLeaves (series of oneshots) I’ll Protect You, Conan-kun by Fae 206 (Ran knows the truth!) Interview Mania by PurpleLlamanator (Ran is a beauty queen and Shinichi is a pro-soccer player. Awkwardness ensues) Of Bowties and Forget-Me-Nots by Boogum (series of oneshots) Off Track by MintChocolateLeaves (University AU. Shinichi as criminology student is a dream come true) Rewind by MintChocolateLeaves (Ran as a detective is what we need; on hiatus) Rondo Towards Love: Shinichi v Ran by luna nuova (my 11yo self was swooning over this; still stands today. Last update was 13 yrs ago ;__;) Run by DCSR392 (angst at the beginning, slow-burn, thick plot! and sexual tension) Satisfaction Brought it Back by hislips (Ran is getting curious. Shinichi help her out will ya) The Same Old You by Jaroslav Lewis (adult ShinRan, married HeiZuha. sexual tension +++ beautiful writing) when the universe is not enough by Akrim (series of oneshots)

TO READ And The Cycle Repeats by MintChocolateLeaves And The Light Goes Out by MintChocolateLeaves Bloody Romance by Ku10-41 Coincidences by Novdre Cold Shoulder by Bleeding Jazz Gums Distant Memories by MintChocolateLeaves don’t let me be the last by justjoy Feel What You Know by impossibleorimprobable Hat Trick by Misty_Reeyus Here for You by It-Ended-At-3 Hold the Stage by MintChocolateLeaves I’ll See You Soon by Moonlitsky321 Kidnapped by Yannami Lost in Time by Shelling4869Ford Memory Lane by ChibiRaccoon My Time is Near by thisriannon Seven percent by AngelicSentinel The Face She’d never seen by ChibiRaccoon The Black Gospel by detectivemran The Mystery of Conan Edogawa by funvince The Unexpected Truth by Candyland

Also, there are so so so many drabbles/ficlets here on Tumblr that I love but didn’t include anymore, simply because backreading takes a lot of time ;_; If they appear again in my dash I’ll add them here.

[nymphigeon]

Mellifluous

(adj.) A sound pleasingly smooth and musical to hear.

- Pairing; Jungkook x Reader

- Genre; Angst, fluff if you squint

- Warnings; swearing, mentions of suicide, main character death, reader hates almost everything and everyone

- Rating: PG-13

- Words; 2048

- Summary; You'll always be by his side, until he doesn't need you anymore.

- A/N; Once again I'm sorry T_T Btw, this contains a quote I saw on buzzfeed because why not*.

The school bell rings just as I finish my lunch. It's too early, I don't want to go back yet. It's inevitable. As an honours student I have to make it to my classes on time. I can't risk ruining everything I built up for myself. It's high up here, the air feels clearer. The smell of sweaty students and disappointment isn't as strong on the roof.

It's high, I should be scared, but I'm not. Maybe it's the trill of almost falling just to never wake up. Discarding all my previous problems to start a new life, if there even is one. I hope there isn't, I don't want to have to deal with the same shit all over again.

I sway my legs a few more times. I'll come back later. Sighing, I climb off the railing to plant my feet back on the saddening floor of the roof. I don't like the feeling of solid ground under my feet, I'd rather fly. Fly somewhere nobody knows me, where the deadly pressure on my soul won't exist any longer.

With light steps I make my way to the classroom I'm supposed to be in. Big smiles and loud voices greet me, trying to profit of the reputation I created with my own hands. It's disgusting, I despise them.

Still, I will greet them with the same fake enthusiasm they're gifting me. I will dangle success right in front of their face, just out of reach. And when they finally caught up to it, it'll vanish into thin air. I'll rip it away from the grabby hands that don't know anything but greed. I'll show everyone exactly how it feels to be taken from, just for them to never look back at you again.

The teacher doesn't deserve her title. She isn't teaching me anything that's truly worth my time. If I ever rule the world I'll make it a sin. The sin of teaching the innocent they'll be worth nothing unless they're useful to society. Unless they contribute to the imaginary race of wealth nobody wants to lose.

I don't like humans. They stink of lies and manipulation. They'll do anything to get what they desire, even if it means they'll have to climb the lifeless bodies of those that failed.

I hate humans, but he isn't human. At least not in my eyes. He's too ethereal to be labelled with such an unpleasant name. He deserves everything, yet everything doesn't deserve him.

I want to be good to him. I want to look good for him. I'm working my ass of for his recognition, but he doesn't need it. He'll praise me for just living. Doing my best to survive.

"I failed English again.." He takes a chair from another desk and places it next to mine to sit down on. "You know I don't mind tutoring you." He's cute, sulking like this. Although I'd rather see him be happy, of course. "Please, I'm not going to pass otherwise." He shows me the test paper marked with big red numbers. Mine, on the other side, a perfect score, as always.

"I'm jealous," He's starts whining after glancing at my test paper. "You're too smart.." He always says this. I wish he'd stop, he's so much smarter than me. "There are other things you excel at, things I can't do. For example, sports!" I don't like sport that much either. It just amplifies the smell of the others. If it's just with him though, I don't mind. His face falls. Those who can't do math don't have a future.

"Let's meet up after school, I don't have practice so we can hang out." He changes the subject. Because he has been busy we haven't been able to hang out for a while. I'm always available. I don't do any activities outside of school and studying doesn't take up time. I don't need to open my textbook to learn.

When I nod he smiles brightly. It warms my heart, he isn't upset anymore. Miss teacher calls for everyone to return to their rightful place. "Then, I'll see you in a few hours." He stands up and puts his stolen chair back at the desk it belongs to, before sitting down at his own desk. I wish he sat closer to me. His presence leaving means all I can focus on is the suffocating aura of the others around me. I hate them.

"Do you like stars?" Jungkook looks at the sky through my window. I follow his example. There are no clouds cluttering the view tonight. "Hmm, they're pretty." Stars are only pretty because they're far away. Had they been close we wouldn't even be able to look at them. Too bright for our eyes to handle. Too much of anything just has a bad effect over time.

Everyone always look perfect from far away. When you get closer the flaws become totally obvious.* I don't tell him that though.

"I want to quit." Jungkook's words shock me. I know what he means, but I won't believe it yet. I hope I'm wrong. "Quit what?" I pretend to be clueless. Maybe then he'll change his mind.

"Being a trainee." He didn't change his mind. He stops looking as the sky and instead opts for the floor we're seated on. I don't like his answer. "Why?" It was making him happy, now it's the cause of his anxiety.

"I'm scared. I'm scared that no one will listen. What if nobody likes us? What if we never get any fans?" What if he's not good enough? It's what he wants to say, but doesn't speak. It breaks my heart.

"I don't want to disappoint everyone who has been supporting me." He pulls up his knees and buries his head in them, wrapping his arms around his lower legs for stability. I push myself of the ground opposite of him to crawl to the spot next to him. I raise one of my hands, but hesitate. I'm not used to comforting people.

My hand floats in mid-air for a while, before landing on the mop of hair next to me. I carefully scratch the top of his head. In silence, I wait for any sign of him wanting me to stop. It doesn't come. Instead, he slightly lifts his head to rest on my shoulder.

It surprises me, the movement of my hand stills. He nudges his head against my shoulder, a sign for me to continue. We sit like that for a while. I break the silence first.

"Don't quit." Jungkook opens his eyes which had apparently closed. I have his attention. "I love your voice. Sometimes I wonder if you're not secretly a siren. It's so alluring." I giggle lightly when I look down to see him smile. Having been friends since we were kids, I've had a lot opportunities to hear him sing. Eventually I started to ask him to sing for me on my own. I fell in love with the sound he managed to produce so effortlessly.

"It's like your voice was handmade by god himself." I continue. I bring the hand that isn't occupied over to his, squeezing it with little pressure. "No matter what happens, I'll never stop listening to your voice. I'll always be here to listen to you." I feel him intertwining our fingers. I let him, I'm fine with it if he is.

"So even if nobody supports you anymore, even if you feel like you don’t have any fans.." I trail off, trying to think of how to convey my thoughts into words. "Please don't give up. You'll always have at least one fan. I'll always be your fan."

I don't like people. I don't like the way they selfishly try to get to the top of the mountain, not caring what that does for others. But Jungkook, I don't hate Jungkook. I love how he smells of dedication and comfort. I love the way he cares for others even though they hurt him.

If it's for Jungkook, I'll deal with all the downs of life. I'll do my best to work my way up without drowning anyone, just so I can take him with me. As long as it's for him, I’ll be fine.

"Okay, I won’t."

"Hey Kook! Are you coming with us?" Seokjin screams from the living room, too lazy to go search for the youngest. It must have worked, Jungkook shows his head from around the corner of the hallway that leads to his room.

"Where are you going?" He questions them. The members didn't mention anything about leaving before. "Going out for pizza." The leader replies. Jungkook steps out from around the corner and leans against the wall. He pretends to think, but he already knows the answer.

"I think I'll skip today." He says apologetically. Seokjin looks surprised, and rightfully so. Jungkook not going out for pizza? His face must have shown his confusion as Jungkook elaborates on his own.

"I want to visit her today, since it's her anniversary." He does his best to smile, but it doesn't come out that well. The members seem to understand. "Let her know we're thinking of her too." Jimin pats Jungkook's shoulder.

Jungkook nods and sees his band mates off, after which he heads out of the house himself. He'll pass by the florist first, before heading to his destination.

It's been 7 years since they debuted. Every day he is still thankful for the fact that he didn't give up. It's been amazing so far. Of course there are less fun times too, but Jungkook wouldn't trade what he has now for anything. Well, maybe just for one thing.

"Good evening." He smiles as he hands off the flowers. "How are you today?" He takes out the blanket he brought with him to sit on the ground.

"Yesterday, Tae accidentally flooded one of our bathrooms. It was such a mess, my god." Jungkook chuckles at the memory. "You would've scolded the life out of him if you had been there. Don't worry, Jin already did your part too."

Jungkook sits in silence for a while, eating the sandwiches he brought with him. You would've probably scolded him for eating bread for dinner as well. He wishes you'd scold him for it.

"It's been two years huh..." A pretty bird lands close to Jungkook, their eyes on the bread Jungkook is holding. He tears a piece of and tosses it to the bird. "That one's from Y/N."

Jungkook looks back at the fancy stone in front of him. "It's a pretty bird right?" It's not as pretty as you. You're beautiful. He doesn't need to say it, he's sure you know what he's thinking.

"I hope you're happy, up there soaring away in the sky. You always loved being higher up, somewhere with less people." Yet you'd always take him with you. Why not this time?

"I miss you." He's been trying so hard. Trying so hard to not show how much he's still hurting. His eyes had run dry after crying his heart out for days when you passed 2 years ago.

"You said you'd always listen right? Are you still listening right now? Are you still my fan after all this time?" The newly formed tears run down Jungkook's cheeks.

"I know you hated it here, I tried so hard to make it enjoyable for you." He lets out thoughts he has been holding for a long time. "Why did you leave without telling me anything?" He has to remind himself it's not your fault. You were always there for him to lean on to. Did you think that when he mad it big he wouldn’t need you anymore?

"You can't just confess to me and then disappear." At least he got to say it back. At least you know. "I'm sorry.." Maybe that's why you told him. So you could leave with no regrets.

"I love you." He takes out a few tissues to wipe at away the tears. "Wait for me." He still wanted to hold you, he still wanted to confide in you. He still wants you to listen. But you were gone, and you'd never return.

[lsmileychanl]

Stray kids scenarios // cuddling

Summary: How would members of stray kids react to you being really cuddly 

Genre: Pure fluff

Warnings: minor swearing (sorry I can't help it T_T)

Pairing: Stray kids x Reader

A/n: Hello everyone! I wanted to say a huge thank you for your support, it really means a lot! Sorry for the slow posting schedule, I’ve been really busy lately. I promise that I will be more active in the future. I hope that this lil scenario can put a smile on your face! Remember to stay hydrated and get enough rest. Ily guys! ♡

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Bang Chan:

Channie, where are you coming home? I miss you ♡

Sorry y/n It’s been really busy lately. I’ll be home soon! Love you, baby!

I love you too!

Seen 11.27 PM

The clock was about to hit late hours of the night, but Chan still wasn’t home yet. You were determined to wait for him so that you could finally have some quality time with your boyfriend. He was working so hard and you really miss him. It was 1.45 AM and you made the critical decision to lay down on the couch. You felt yourself slowly doosing off when you heard the door open.

You jumped in his arms and hugged him so tightly, that you were convinced — any tighter and you would cut his circulation. God, you missed this.

‘’Whoa, hey baby!’’ Chan laughed out. You gave him a soft kiss on the lips. ‘’Welcome home.’’ You looked up to see his tired eyes. ‘’Let’s get rid of those model – eye bags of yours.’’ You took his arm and softly led him to the bedroom. You pouted when Chan didn’t move and gently shook your hand off.

‘’Sorry baby, I need to shower first, I’m all sweaty. Don’t be sad, I’ll be right back’’ Chan gave you one last kiss before heading to the shower.

When he came back, you were already waiting for him with fresh sheets and sheet masks for the both of you. You two ended up talking for way longer than you were supposed to, making fun of each other’s faces with the on and Chan filling you in on all the crazy stuff that happened in the dorms. You realized how late it was when you two heard bird chirps outside. You mentally thanked god that you both have a day off and went to bed. Needless to say you two ended up sleeping till noon.

Minho:

Waking up with lee know by your side was one of the best feelings ever. It was one of those lucky days where he didn't have anything planned for the whole day. Lee know is really touchy with people who he loves and so you woke up facing each other, with his arms securily around your waist and legs entangled together. You felt safe in his hold. While you wanted to stay in his strong hold forever you knew that you have to get up eventually and knowing Minho, he will not be the first one to wake up.

You gave one last look at his relaxed, sleeping face. God, he is perfect. You gently brushed your fingertips along his jawline while thinking of how lucky you were to have someone as precious as him. You gave him a gentle kiss. You felt him slightly smiling against your lips.

"Good morning, baby" you said while gently brushing through his hair.

He let out a slight groan. "Just 5 more minutes..." Lee know said with his slight morning voice. "Or a little longer..." He mumbled while digging his head in your shoulder.

You knew that there was no escape. And so you accepted the faith that you were given and gave into the warmth of his body.

You both loved the feeling of being close to each other and that is exactly what you did.

Changbin:

You looked at yourself in the mirror for the last time, fixing your hair and smiling at your reflexion. You normally didn’t wear anything fancy when going out with Changbin, but today you were really feeling yourself.

Are you ready y/n? I’m waiting for you outside! :)

Just a second, I’m almost done. Can’t wait! ♡♡

You rushed outside to find your boyfriend fiddling with his phone, while leaning against a wall. When he saw you his eyes widened and he almost fell. We love a clumsy man

‘’Whoah, that was unexpected’’ He said while nervously touching the back of his neck. You just smiled and leaned in to give a small, but loving kiss. He deepened the kiss before letting go and leading you to the car.

While changbin was driving, you rested your head on his shoulder. Soft music was playing in the background. You lost track of time and before you knew it, you were already at the location.

You were really comfortable and wanted to stay in that position for a little while longer. You knew that Channie liked acting tough in public and didn't want to "ruin his image". That meant little to no pda.

Changbin gently shook you. "Were here it's time to go!"

"Channie, let's stay like this for a while." You said while playing with his hands.

He just laughed while turning to give you a kiss on the forehead. He was so soft for you. Few minutes passed and it was time to enjoy your date. Changbin held your hand the whole entire time. Congradulations you cracked him

Hyunjin:

Ok, sooo..... phone, keys, food,  water aaaaannnd passport. You were ready. You headed out to JYP's building. Even after all these months the same manager never forgot yo ask for your passport, like you haven't vissited this building hundrets of times already. To be completely honest, you still weren't used to the huge building and managed to get lost every, damn time. With the help of a few workers there, you headed to the practising room.

When you found the right room you noticed that the door was already open. You peeked your head in and found Hyunjin all sweaty, sitting on the floor, while resting his head on the wall. You heard blasting music and a cold breeze of air, which was probabbly because he opened every, single window to let in some air, despite the multiple scolds from you about how he is going to get sick this way.

"He must have been practising there for hours... " you mumbled to yourself. You knew that it was hard being an idol. But when you saw him laying like that you got a reminder of exactly how much he puts in to achieve his dreams.

"You know that you can come in right?" You mentally cursed yourself. You got sidetracked by your thoughts and didn't even notice, that he noticed you staring at him.

"Hiii! I bought you lunch. Thought you might get hungry here." You sat down next to him and handed him the food you ordered before. It really wasn't much, but you couldn't trust yourself enough to touch the kitchen by yourself.

"Thank you, y/n! I don't know what I would do without you." Hyunjin kissed you and opened the food. "OMG YOU BROUGHT ME SUUUSHIIIIII!" Hyunjin's face lit up as he engulfed you in a giant bear hug. You laughed at his cute reaction. After he finnished the meal he put the emptied box down and just layed there with you on top of him.

"I love you, you know that right?" He mumbled under his breath while playing with the strands of your hair. You hugged him even tighter "I love you too, Hyunjinnie!"

Jisung:

,,Please Jisung-ah, I will watch literally anything else!’’

,,Commoon y/n! Please. I promise you it’s gonna be fun! If you watch this with me I’m going to be the one bringing the trash out for the next week.’’

,,Ugh fiiiiiiiiine…’’ You grunted.

You have no idea how he convinced you to do this. You hated horror movies. But there you were on the couch, scared shitless, hiding in the crook of your boyfriend’s neck.

Each time you jumped at the scary scene he laughed even harder. ‘’What are you scared of y/n? It’s really not that bad.’’ Jisung smirked devilishly knowing how much the movie affected you. He secretly enjoyed these moments where he could fill the strong, protective boyfriend role and feel your hands helplessly grabbing on his shirt. Also he just wanted to be able to make fun of you smh

After the movie you mentally took note to never watch a scary movie ever again. You were SHAKING and couldn’t help yourself from clinging to your boyfriend. You basically became a human koala bear and followed him everywhere. At first Jisung just laughed it off but then it started to become a problem when he couldn’t even get to the bathroom.

The tickle battle was on. Using the advantage, he ran and did what he had to do. After returning and seeing you hiding under billions of blankets, he felt bad for just running away like that and jumped in the bed with you.

‘’AAAGHHH you’re so cute, y/n.’’ He said squishing your cheeks and giving you a quick kiss on the lips.

Felix:

You just woke up. You didn’t even realize that you fell asleep in the first place. You were chilling at the dorm with the boys so you didn’t know how you ended up sleeping in Felix’s bed. You sleepily rolled out of the comfy sheets and threw on one of his oversized, comfy hoodies and went downstairs.

You found Felix playing games with the other members. He was concentrated on the screen, wanting to prove that he is a good player, while everyone else teased him.

‘’Didn’t you start playing it 4 months before him?’’ Jisung laughed.

‘’Hey, he just got lucky. I’ll beat him next time.’’

You smiled and back hugged Felix placing your head in the crook of his neck.

‘’I think you did great!’’ You said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Felix got scared at first thinking that you were Minho trying to tease him, but once he realized that it was you he relaxed in your arms.

‘’Oh, you’re up already, y/n? I thought that you might hurt your back sleeping on the couch like that, so I carried you to my bed. Did you sleep well?’’

‘’Ugh not to interrupt you, but can you please get a room, we have to protect the children!’’ Bang Chan quietly begged. Felix jumped off the map and lead you back to his bed and you ended up spooning each other to sleep.

Seungmin:

"Seungminni, pleaassee! This is getting ridiculous." You pouted. You're boyfriend decided that it would be funny, to not give you any affection for the whole day. Whenever you leaned in for a kiss, he would dodge it. Whenever you tried to hug him, he managed to wiggle out of your grip. "Nu-uh it's only getting interesting now." Seungmin playfully winked at you and gave you a light pat on your head. Gosh you hate this little game of his. "I swear to god if you keep doing this to me, I will find someone else to cuddle with!" The smile on Seungmin's face disappeared as his eyes widened in shock. "Say sike right now or I will throw hands." (it's getting late and I'm so sorry) You didn't respond and just walked out the room. Seungmin soon followed and grabbed your hand. "I'm so sorry y/n. This was all a joke I really didn't mean to upset you." You saw the pain glisten in his eyes. Immediate guilt tripped over you. But then you remembered about his antics earlier. "Ha! Got you! The only one who I was going to cuddle was Mr. Flower bear. (Mr. Flower bear was a gift from Seungmin, for Valentine's Day. You named him that, because he had a flower crown on it's head.) Seungmin's shoulders dropped as a sigh of relief escaped his lips. "Oh my God, you almost gave me a heart attack. From now on I'm never letting you out my arms ever again." Sweet victory.

Jeongin:

Istg he makes me so soft I'm- You stood there with a big, comfy pillow in your arms. Jeongin opened the door and you were immediately hit with his precious smile and his little claps of excitement. "Hi, y/n! You ready?" It was an intense, late night, pillow fort movie marathon. You two just finished the last Harry Potter movie and having a debate over what's the best spell in the movie. "Common, Jeongin, Wingardium Leviosa is iconic. You can't deny that." "Yeah, but Expecto Patronum is still cooler. Would you rather make something float or see your spirit animal? I think that anyone with the right mind would pick the spirit animal." You sighed in defeat. You knew that he is too stubborn and you wondered why did you even start the debate. "Fine you win, let's watch another movie and then let's go to bed, it's getting late." "No pressure, but the last movie matters the most." You lock eyes with him and understand that a battle for the remote control is coming. You kissed him on the cheek, making him flustered and got a head start. Once he realized what you were doing, Jeongin caught you in his grip and started tickling you. You lost your balance from laughing so hard and right before you hit the floor Jeongin managed to catch your head. "Whoah, are you okay? I'm so sorry y/n, I didn't want you to get hurt." "I'm fine, but now I have the advantage of choosing the movie." Jeongin just showed you his tounge and hugged you tighter. "Whatever. As long as I spend time with you, I'm happy." You laughed at his cheesy line. "Gosh, I love you."

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It’s complicated...

((( (( (Sero X Reader | gn. reader | angsty fluff) )) )))

happy reading!! I got this idea from a song lol o3o.... please don’t hurt me, I know it sucks ;-;

Barging in the dorm, and scaring the poor boy; you trudged over to his hammock, flopping onto it. He turned to you, arms going behind his head as he leaned back in his seat. His attention turned to the open door. He got up and closed it. Sero looked at you before flopping next to you causing the hammock to swing intensely. 

You gripped his shirt and braced for impact. He wrapped his arms around you and smiled. You gave him a glare, he chuckled and grabbed his phone out of his pocket. Deciding to snuggle into him, you waited for his arms as he set up some music, connecting to his speaker. 

Upon feelings his arms and the soft hip hop play, you relaxed. Finally some good fucking relaxation. Things at Yuuei were intense. Even with the festival calming the waters bit. Still stressing, being in your friend’s arms made you feel like life wasn’t so wack. He smiled down at you, making your heart jump. You gave him a cute closed eyed smile back. 

“Things sure have been hectic huh? Your arms okay today?“

“Heheh, whaddya know, eh?“

Giving a him a teasing look, Sero rolled his eyes. You were so annoying sometimes. He couldn’t talk, though. He knew how much he annoyed you. He nuzzled into your shoulder. He liked this, he always liked how comfy you were with him. Letting him snuggle and cuddle you, always being together, telling him just about everything, and being able to literally listen to music out of his speaker and ignore each other just to call it a “hangout”. Just doing things a couple would. He lived for it. 

It helped him cope with the fact that, you would never like him back, and that he was way too much of a coward to admit his feelings. Ahh, yes the same old excuses. The ones we all hear to much, but that was the reality of it. You guys were always on each other in private, but no one made any real moves. You both just; never decided to make it official. 

Both you and Sero told yourselves it was for the best considering our career paths and lives, but it hurt. It hurt knowing the other could not only eventually move on. But that it practically didn’t count. That none of you were really with the other. That you weren’t actually dating and couldn’t call the other your’s. The burn that occurred when you thought of this made you want to rip your skin apart.

It burned and ached, made you want to hit yourself in the damn gut. But you guys agreed. Cause you wouldn’t be this close without knowing about each other’s feelings, right? Right. You can recall when you randomly spat it out after a week or two of living in the dorms. You just said it. What came after still hurts now, although.

“I love you too, but..."

“’But’?”

“What if we don’t have enough time for each other n stuff? With becoming heroes and all. We won’t be able to spend as much time together as we’d like.”

And he was right. Dating but not getting your partner’s attention wasn’t exactly something Sero or you could take. So you just stayed “friends” even if that meant hurting a little bit. Or a lot. Sometimes you couldn’t tell what was worse;

The sting of not having him but being so close, or the ache of thinking he didn’t see you like that. It’s not like Sero felt any different too. He wanted you. He wanted you so bad. He needed you in fact. You made him better. He made you better. Not having each other burned. But at least you weren’t pining aimlessly. You still technically had a chance, but that didn’t stop the hurt. The hurt that was so bad you could cry each time you thought of it. 

You didn't even realize your sniffles and teary eyes until Sero asked you if you were okay. You really weren't. You just needed the relief of him being your's. So it's selfish, too bad. You couldn't help it. You turned around in his arms and avoided his questions. 

He turned you around, “Y/N, what's wrong?”

He looked at you seriously. Seeing the concern in his eyes made you choke. You hit his chest and stuffed your face in it. ‘How stupid are you Sero?’ was all you thought. What’s wrong is this! It’s not helping any of you. You knew he knew that. 

“This is wrong Sero! I love you so much and I got excited when you said you felt the same way! But, it doesn’t always feel like that! One second it’s ‘I love you!’ the next it’s ‘She’s just a friend!’ You can’t play with my feelings like that!” 

It wouldn’t matter if he meant it like that or not. Fact is; you didn’t feel good. You weren’t okay with this anymore. But then again. You weren’t in the first place. He wanted this. He wanted to stay “friends”. Not you. 

“You wanted to stay friends Sero. I just agreed cause I love you. I didn’t want to pressure you. But you can’t keep messing with my feelings. Do you actually feel the same?”

Sero could’ve cried on the spot. You seemed so troubled, and it was all his fault. But was he actually hearing you right? Gosh, this is a lot. Well, he has been waiting for this. 

“Sorry, you’re right. I shouldn’t be doing this,” he kissed your forehead and pulled you back into your spot on his chest. “I should’ve never even thought of this. I just didn’t want to drag you down. I love you too baby.”

He rubbed your back and shushed you as you choked out little sobs. He let a few tears of guilt and relief fall. You were finally his. He could say that he was the lucky guy! You felt the same, it was pure euphoria. He was in Heaven, huh? His thoughts were interrupted when he felt you hitting his chest. He chuckled. 

“What are yo-”

“You can’t leave me now, dummy!”

He let a hearty laugh out. Full-bodied type. He cupped your cheek and pressed his lips to your’s. You let your eyes close and relaxed. Pulling away, he smiled his dorky smile. You pouted in fake anger, refusing to let him win. right when you turned your head to avoid his eyes, he tickled your sides. You surprised, let yourself laugh and tried to swat his hands away. 

Sero hissed when you hit his head in an attempt to stop him. You huffed triumphantly , he rolled his eyes and nuzzled into your neck. You wrapped your arms around him and smiled. It wasn’t complicated anymore. Just,, nice.

In the morning, when you were hunched over the counter in the kitchen, while talking to Ashido, Sero wraps his arms around you. Nearly jumping up, you elbow him, “Don’t scare me like that you fuckin mornin gremlin.”

He smiles, and looks up, “You don’t seem that bothered.” 

“Fuck off, I’m tired.”

He laughs and Ashido eyes him. “Sooo, N/N,-”

“Quiet. Be quiet Mina. Right now,” you deadpan, menacingly. You were not gonna hear it from her right now. Nuh uh.

“GUYS! N/N AND SERO ARE SCREWING!!”

“MINA!”

You and Sero groan, nearly in unison. Everyone else in earshot as Ashido runs away, laugh. Everyone was glad both of you were happy you were finally together although. 

Even though it’s complicated, you both were happy. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I NEED HIM AGH- T_T

[btskz-19]

Silently Loving You Pt. 1 Han Jisung x Reader

hey guys!! ahh this is my first time posting a fic haha but i hope it’s somewhat enjoyable !!! im a new blog so pls give me support <3 thank u!

genre: fluff/angst ig ???                                                                                      warnings: strong language/alcohol                                                                    pairing: jisung x reader                                                                                    word count: 1.7k                                                                                            summary: you have a massive crush on your best friend han jisung. too bad he has a girlfriend.

When I met Han Jisung for the very first time, the first thing I noticed was his smile. That beautiful, gummy smile of his that exudes warm energy made me feel safe. I had barely knew the guy and he had me wrapped around his finger in seconds. But he has a girlfriend and I can’t do anything about it. I can’t do anything about the way he gazes at her like she’s the only woman in the room or when he wraps his arms around her in the cutest, most loveable way. To him, I was just his close friend. Nothing more, nothing less.

~~~~~~~~~~

I nervously walked into the restaurant that my best friend, Yeji, sent me the address to. We were having a meal with our new classmates from university, but the only person I really spoke to was her. She was more of the social butterfly kind as opposed to me and begged me to go with her to this meal because I “need to make more friends.” Well, she wasn’t wrong. Besides, it’s not that I don’t want to, I just never got the chance. As I walked in I scanned the restaurant for the table to find her waving my way, smiling and motioning for me to come over. I scurried across to the table and she began to introduce me to everyone. That’s when I saw him. He looked over my way with eyes that held the universe inside them and the most bewitching smile I’d ever encountered. I felt my heart skip a beat before I realised I was staring and he laughed to himself.

“And finally, ____, this is Jisung! And next to him is Sohee, his girlfriend.” She waved at me as I smiled at her, slightly sad that this incredibly handsome man was taken. But of course he would be, I would’ve been surprised if he wasn’t. I decided not to dwell on it too much, after all I had just met the guy, he may be an asshole for all I knew. Albeit a cute, sexy asshole. But that’s besides the point. I decided it was time for a drink. I ordered my favourite cocktail off the menu and started heavily gulping it down through the straw. Throughout the dinner I kept taking quick glances at Jisung resulting in awkward eye contact. He had his arm draped over his girlfriend’s shoulder and occasionally gave her soft kisses on her head.

“Oh, how I wish that was me.” I said under my breath.

“What?” Yeji turned around, clearly hearing what I said, giving me a knowing look.

“I’ll tell you later.”

About half an hour later after finishing my food I wasn’t quite drunk, but I was tipsy. After laughing and joking with Yeji, I used my liquid courage to finally start a conversation with him. I walked over to Jisung and Sohee, who had also had a couple of drinks, and beamed.

“So I’ve never seen you guys around before. Are you sure we’re in the same class?” I asked, words prolonged and loud. They both started laughing at my sudden burst of confidence.

“Haha of course! I’ve seen you. You and Yeji sit further in front of us.” he replied. “But you are right. We’ve never actually spoken before today.” He laughed and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest. How did that just sound so beautiful? Just at that moment Sohee’s phone started to ring, so she excused herself to go answer. I wanted to further break the ice with Jisung, and I thought, what better way than to make a bad joke and hope he laughs?

“So, you wanna hear a joke?” I asked.

“Hit me.” He giggled.

“I should warn you, I’m quite the comedian.”

“Oh I’ll be the judge of that.” He beamed his bright gummy smile again and I couldn’t help but smile back.

“What does a vegetarian zombie eat?” I paused for a second. “GRAAAAINS!” I drunkenly imitated a zombie as he stared at me, amused and stifling a laugh, before breaking loose. “Did you like it?”

“No!” He continued. “I’m not laughing at the joke, I’m laughing at how terrible it was.”

“Hey! I’ll have you know that’s a Grade A pun okay.” I turned my head, pretending to be hurt before turning back around and laughing with him. Just at that moment, Sohee came back saying she had to go.

“Ugh babe, my roommate got back to the apartment and she’s forgotten her keys.” She pouted.

“Aww, don’t worry. Do you want me to come with you?” He offered, kissing her on the nose. I suddenly felt awkward and didn’t know what to do with myself, so I turned away, not really wanting to pay attention to their conversation. Sohee said bye to everyone and I smiled at her in acknowledgement before quickly turning around and downing the rest of my fifth cocktail. The booze at the bottom of the drink hit the back of my throat as I winced and started to stare into space. I was kind of sad that they were leaving. I wanted a chance to become at least friends with Jisung, even if it meant admiring him secretly. But oh well, I guess I’ll see him around seeing as we’re in the same class. A moment later I heard my name being called, interrupting my haze. I turned to the direction of the voice as Jisung’s eyes met mine.

“Wait what? I thought you left with Sohee?” I asked, trying to hide my shock.

“No, I didn’t haha. She told me to stay here and have a good time with everyone.”

I smiled. “She seems really nice.” He nodded and chuckled before looking up at me with a smirk plastered on his face.

“So, you wanna hear a joke?”

For most of the night we were talking as if we had known each other forever. He’d told me about himself, his family and his big group of friends who weren’t at the meal and said I just had to meet. The more I got to know him, the more I started to fall for him. I knew I had to stop myself, but I just couldn’t. Everything about this guy is so inexplicably enchanting. But I can’t be thinking like this about someone who has a girlfriend. I’ll have to find a way to be content with just friends. Pushing these thoughts to the back of my mind I continued to enjoy the night with everyone. We had all started to play drinking games and gotten drunk very quickly. By the time we all left it was nearing 3am. It was safe to say I woke up the next day with a hangover.

~~~~~~~~~

It had now been three months since that night, and my feelings towards him only grew. Ever since we met we have become best friends and we see each other pretty much everyday. I also met his friends and became close with them too. Lying in bed, I stared at the ceiling, hoping that a blanket of drowsiness would wash over me. But, alas, I can’t sleep. My phone chimed with a text and I turned over to see who it was from.

“Felix: Let’s play 8 Ball!”

I chuckled as I made the first move before sending him a text.

“You: Why are you still awake you dork lmao” 2:01 A.M”                                    

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:02 A.M”                                                                      

“Felix: Haha I could ask you the same thing” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: But also I had coffee and I can’t sleep” 2:02 A.M.

“Felix: And also 8 ball” 2:02 A.M.

“YOUR MOVE” 2:03 A.M.

“You: Wowww why would you have coffee before bed” 2:04 A.M. 

“You: Tbh that sounds like the kinda dumb shit I’d do” 2:04 A.M.

“You: We out here being dumb and dumber” 2:04 A.M.

“You: You’re dumber ofc :)” 2:04 A.M.

“OPPONENT’S MOVE” 2:05 A.M. 

“Felix: Heyyy T_T” 2:07 A.M.

“Felix: Okay fine I’m dumber :(“ 2:07 A.M.

“YOU WON” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: WAIT WHAT” 2:09 A.M.

“Felix: HOW DID I LOSE” 2:10 A.M.

“Felix: I hate this game I’m going to sleep” 2:10 A.M.                                         

“You: LMAOOOOO YOU IDIOT” 2:11 A.M.

“You: Goodnight dork <3” 2:11 A.M.

“Felix: Goodnight ___ <3” 2:11 A.M.

I put my phone back on the bedside table, suddenly feeling sleepy and eventually I fell asleep.

I woke up to Jisung yelling in my ear and smacking my arm. As much as I love this boy, I hate being woken up.

“____! WAKE UPPP!”

“Leave me alone! Let me sleep in peace.” I grumbled as I turned over and buried my head under the blanket. He peeled the blanket off me and I sat up giving him the most evil death stare I could muster. “You know, no matter how hard you try not to, you’re still gonna look hilarious first thing in the morning.”

“HEY you little shit!” I grabbed my pillow and started hitting him with no mercy.

“Ahh! Yeji help she’s attacking me!” He shouted, barely able to get his words out without being interrupted with laughter.

“Ugh I hate you.” I said once I had stopped hitting him. He put up two v signs to his face and flashed his gorgeous smile very close to my face.

“No you don’t hehe.” Rolling my eyes, I pushed him off the bed, chuckling as I left to go to wash up. Why does he have to be so cute when I can’t have him? Although they’ve been spending less time together, he’s still with Sohee. And for that, I can’t risk him being so close to me when all I want to do is crash my lips onto his. Yeji is the only one who knows about my crush. Sometimes going as far as to tease me when we’re altogether. As I walked out of the bathroom and back into my bedroom I saw both Yeji and Jisung chilling on my bed and talking.

“Why is it that you guys always seem to flock to my room?”

“There! Now you look better.” He cheekily smiled. Yeji laughed with him and I rolled my eyes.

“Han Jisung you are going to be the death of me.”

[neo-shitty]

toffee!

ah yeah i suppose ur right. yeah i think quarentine has had that sort of effect on a lot of people :( sorry to hear abt ur strict parents, hopefully ur friend will be able to come back soon. small outings (even with family) are still good tho, make sure ur taking care of urself toff.

youre totally right! ah yes thats good advice (/gen) ill try and use that when im in a slump ty. any music suggestions?

lol sames. even some of the stuff abt seungmin, innie etc is a little uncomfortable, like theyre grown ass men for sure, but at the same time, theyre still young, still just over being a teenager in the grand scheme of things. (on that note, i do struggle with worrying that im infantalising them, obviously theyre adults but at the same time, theyre still young. i do treat all fictional characters as my children, but i guess its different when its real people. idk. what do you think?) yeah some stans rlly need to take a chill pill, some are rlly walking the wire between 'ah theyre attractive/that look rlly suits them' and making fucking smut fics abt minors, like... they do not see a problem with that?? yeah tbh i feel like unless theyre 18 they shouldnt be put into the spotlight, weve seen what it does to peoples mental health, but modern day kpop industry is a lot like old hollywood with a lot of popular child actors -_- hopefully the big companies will learn but i agree, its unlikely

suuuuure toff haha. ill go searching for them, but idk if ill be able to find the fluff needle in the angst haystack (jkjk) yeah, fair i groan and complain but you do write angst etc rlly well, so if its what ur comfortable with, then pls continue, it is one of your strong suits, well as you write fluff aside

ah okay good! ill continue to send you essays then

THE ALBUM YES. so ive been looking forward to it for literally months, this is actually my first skz album release as a stay (since the last on was 9 months ago) i was sitting there hitting refresh on my spotify the second 6pm kst came around. (speaking of which, how did you do the release? i couldnt decide whether to watch or listen first but i ended up on listening cos there would be more material) okay: so cheese was super cool, very skz ya know? tho i almost wish theyd made domino the title track, tho obv it was a more experimental track and would have been a bit controversial (much like whistle for bp) i looooved domino and thunderous was absolutely impeccable. all the songs were amazing but standouts were- secrets, secrets which lowkey made me tear up idk why, red lights which almost killed me (it did not have to go that hard, but it did) and OT8 WOLFGANG omgggg i wasnt sure if hyunjin was going to be included in it but i was hoping and, ya know people had said hed be in there, but the further i got in, the less i was sure and then BAM hyunjin started what had been jisung's part and i just sat there grinning for about 5 minutes. surfin was absolutely adorable and gone away almost made me cry AGAIN. star lost was so touching, almost a nod to hyunjins little star? silent cry was relatable beyond anything. SSICK was funny? for some reason I was laughing while it was playing, idk the combination of added cheering and minhos aggressiveness and the totall seriousness they sung it. but i rlly enjoyed it. sorry i love you showcased their vocals like nothing else. the view is THE BOP of 2021, absolutely going to be stuck in my head for the next decade, that hook is genius. what did you think?

also did you watch their grow up performance? with all the stays and ALL THE TEARS? ;n; i feel like this is the end of an era of skz and tbh im kinda happy but also sad. super excited for their promotions but super bummed they wont get to tour. ah well

<3 w.a. 🐺

answer under the cut bc i gave an equally long answer to this already long ask HAJSH

oh yeah, abt quarantine having an effect. my friend and i talked about this earlier actually. i didn't realize the world was moving so fast until the pandemic happened. being in quarantine gave me time to think and i got to know myself more. it's just the sole good thing i got out of the isolation lmao. and abt my strict parents, ironically i got to go out today so i got to hang out with a few of my bestfriends. i had fun but my legs are a bit sore from walking. but they're a different set of friends. i'll get to hang out with the others when my getaway driver comes home in december.

hmm music recommendations for writing? depends on the plot you're writing. care to share what story you're working on and i'll try to rake my brain for a song that might match the vibe. i listen to classical / lo-fi if i don't have song inspo for a fic because lyrics sometimes distract me.

i don't think that's infantilizing tho. for me, it has something to do with my environment and the way i was raised. maybe it's the same the other way around? like this certain age (for the ones above 18 but below 20) is thirst-able for them. idk really. it's just not for me ?n? what i do NOT condone is writing smut for minors??? like get checked : D // i agree with everything with the idols being 18+ before they debut simply because it's for the best for their well-being like. how can young idols decide that this shit is the thing they want to do for life? or at least until their contracts last. idk :// it's unfortunate that it's unlikely to happen.

WELL. i have a list so you won't have to go search for them! in class (minho), in the rain (seungmin), gladius maximus (chan) and you've read five star already. and i just realized that most, if not all, of my upcoming fics are fluffs and i'm fond of all of them :D i used to focus a lot on angst because fluff disgusted the living shit out of me. i think things changed when i wrote champagne problems and hurt myself so bad i wanted to drop angst entirely. i didn't, of course, but i allowed myself to be self-indulgent now.

for the release of the album, i was on twt and watched the vid at 12 views (if i remember correctly, i watched back door at 14 so HASJH) i’m gonna talk by track so it wont be too confusing? bc i wrote this in paragraph format and it just ???? beware im very picky with tracks even if they’re my ults. so no offense if we have opposing opinions and i’m not fond of reading lyrics so these are all music wise.

cheese - oh god i hated cheese at first listen but it grew on me easily. i was singing the yeahyeahyeahyeah bit all day today :D

thunderous - i cant say that it’s my favorite title track. it felt really dry sometimes, both mv and music wise. but at the same time, it’s not that bad. the choreography carried the song tho o.O it’s so fucking cool. but like go live, another track has my heart and it’s

domino - AND YES I AGREE THAT THEY SHOULDVE MADE DOMINO TITLE TRACK UGHHHHH WHAT A WASTED FUCKING OPPORTUNITY. WORDS CANNOT EXPRESS HOW FOND I AM OF THIS SONG. it stands close to the level i love easy.

ssick - was a skip on first listen too because i found the chorus underwhelming but it grew on me? not that much but i can bear listening to it.

the view - it’s something the gen public like, hence its something i dislike. im not fond of songs that are structured like this? it’s not a bad song, just not the type of song i like. but i agree that the hook is very not catchy but it would get stuck in ur head.

sorry, i love you - it’s not as sad as i expected but i actually like it??? i can’t wait to write a fic out of it (1) HAJSHAJ it’s like a 3/5 for me. it’s angsty but chill?

silent cry - i’m pissed at this song bc it hits but sometimes it doesn’t?@?#!? but it’s starting to grow on me but definitely not my fave track.

secret secret - glad i found a secret secret enthusiast because my irls thought it was a skip?$?#@$? it gives me ikon vibes and i’m a huge fan of ikon’s discog so this was a win for me T_T +

STAR LOST - gives me bigbang song vibes and now im very sad :(( in case u didnt know, i’m a hUGE yg fan and 2ne1/bigbang introduced me to kpop so when i heard this track that gave me yg feels i just <3___<3 and it’s one of my favorite tracks anw moving on,

red lights - I WANT TO SKIP THE FIRST TEN SECONDS OF RED LIGHTS EVERY TIME IT PLAYS LIKE IT MAKES ME FEEL AWKWARD KDSJFSK but fine. i’m adding this to props and mayhem’s playlist LMAO it’s more aggressive than sexc tho. more enemies to lovers o. O

surfin’ - this coming right after red lights just wasn’t the best decision arrangement wise because how did we go from ooh sexc to aigh pARTAY. felix saying sheesh T___T it’s such a fun song i want to go to the beach ;n; do you like beaches?

gone away - i have yet to read the lyrics because i’m using this as inspo for a jeongin fic jskjash it’s not the type of ballad i like but it’s so fucking sad to listen to :’ ) the pitch change caught me off guard? still does. it’ll grow on me prolly.

wolfgang - I YELLED WHEN I HEARD HYUNJIN IN WOLFGANG. i didn’t like this song until recently. it gives me the confidence boost i need to pick myself off self-esteem crashes.

and no i haven't watched that performance and i prolly wont because i’ll cry. i’m excited for the promotions too. do you think they’ll still have a repackage?? i cant fucking believe that i just finished waiting for 12am kst for skz teasers and now i have to look forward to 12am for nct 127??@?#? NOT A SINGLE DAY OF REST FOR THIS STAYZEN

[joonyverse]

You, Me, And Coffee - Park Chanyeol

Request: Can I request a chanyeol fluff where he starts his normal job as a barista where y/n often visits. Though chanyeol rally likes her, he never really shows up or takes her order when she's there. yet he expresses her love for her through the type of coffee he prepares for her every day. 

Requested by: @your-safety-pin

A/N: Hey guys! Im back with a request imagine this time! I hope you guys like it! Also dear the person who request it, if it’s not like what you imagined /  you don’t like it, I truly am sorry and apologize in advance T_T. This also turned out longer than i expected hehe

Warning: None (grammar mistakes and bad english sigh), cheesy notes hehe

Park Chanyeol x Reader

ONESHOT

“Welcome!” A person greeted behind the counter once a girl enter the cafe. 

She walk to the counter to order the coffee. She might not notice, but someone is staring at her nervously. 

That special someone was nudged by his friend, stealing his attention from her. 

“Chanyeol, you gotta stop staring at her and start to serve her instead” his friend whispered with a smirk. 

Chanyeol hit his friend’s chest. “Chen, you serves her” Chanyeol said. 

Chen let out a groan, and whispered “coward”. Chanyeol only rolled his eyes at that. 

“Welcome, how can I take your order?” Chen asked to the girl. 

The girl chuckles. “I come here like everyday, but you still ask?” she said. 

Chen laugh. “Formality, you know” he said. And then he looks behind him to see that Chanyeol is staring at him. If looks could kill, Chen is already dead. “So, how can I take your order?” Chen asked again. 

“The usual please” (y/n) said while taking out her wallet. 

“Caramel macchiato?” Chen asked. 

“Yes” she answered. 

“Name please” Chen said with a teasing smile. 

“(y/n)” she answered with a laugh. Chanyeol swear her laugh is the most beautiful laugh he ever heard. He could listen to it all day long. His heart almost stop beating when he heard her laugh. 

“Park Chanyeol, (y/n) wants a caramel macchiato, I hope you heard that!” Chen said with a teasing tone. 

Chanyeol groans at him. 

(y/n) took a seat by the counter. She enjoys sitting there. She enjoys talking with the baristas which are now friends with her. But most importantly, she’s intrigued by one of the barista. He always stay quiet around her. Never talk to her. He always told his friends to serve her. But he’s always the one that makes her coffee. 

He thought she did not notice, but he don’t know how wrong he was. 

She was staring at him as he makes her coffee. Her heart beats so fast. He never talked to her, yet she feels something for him. 

“(y/n), your caramel macchiato is here” Baekhyun said, stealing her attention from Chanyeol. (y/n) looks at Baekhyun as she takes her drink from him. Baekhyun got that mischievous smile. 

“What?” she asked. 

“I caught you staring at him” Baekhyun said. 

“N-no, I don’t” (y/n) said. 

“You stutter, you’re a bad liar” Baekhyun answered as he walked away. 

(y/n) then focus her attention on her drink. She noticed that a note was written on the cup under her name. 

“Have a great day!” with a heart. 

Her head shot up. She looked at Chanyeol. It’s obviously Chanyeol who wrote that. Because Chanyeol was the one who wrote her name on the cup, also, the note has the same handwriting with the name. 

“Chanyeol” (y/n) called. That was the first time ever she engaged a conversation with him. 

Chanyeol looked up at her and stop whatever he was doing. He looks a little bit flustered. 

“Have a great day too!” (y/n) said with a wink as she get up from her seat and leave the cafe. 

“Ooh Park Chanyeol, what was that about?” Baekhyun teased.

The next morning, as usual, (y/n) went to her usual cafe.

“As usual I assumed?” A waiter ask once she enter the cafe.

“Ah Kyungsoo, yes, as usual” (y/n) answered with a smile.

(y/n) then look behind him. Searching for Chanyeol.

“Searching for Chanyeol are we?” Kyungsoo asked with a smirk.

(y/n) flustered. She blushed. “Uh... No?” She said.

“Don’t worry, he’s there” Kyungsoo said. As soon as he said that, Chanyeol appears from the staff room.

(y/n)’s face lit up. She breaks into a really wide smile. And then she wave her hand at him.

Chanyeol looked at her. Stunned. And then he saw her waving her hand at him. He awkwardly waves back, which earned a chuckle from her. His heart stopped beating for a moment there.

“Chanyeol, please make my coffee, you’re the best at it” (y/n) begs which earned a flustered look from Chanyeol.

“Aw (y/n), that hurts, it means when I make coffee for you, it’s not good” Baekhyun said.

“Yes, it is not” (y/n) said jokingly.

“Excuse you, I’m the best barista in here” Baekhyun said.

“Guys, you hear that? You hear what he said?” (y/n) said to the other baristas.

Then Baekhyun look back to see his friends giving him a death glare. “Sorry guys” he said.

“(y/n), your coffee” Baekhyun said while handing her coffee.

“Thanks” (y/n) said. And then she turn the cup to the side where usually they wrote the name.

“Your smile is beautiful, and I would like to see it everyday” The note said.

(y/n) chuckles. “Cheesy, but thank you!” (y/n) said while looking at Chanyeol before she took a sip and left the cafe.

For several days, the note on the cup is always happening. Until one morning, (y/n) unusually didn’t come to the cafe.

Bad thoughts were coming to Chanyeol’s mind. “What if she’s hurt?” “What if she’s sick?” “Is she okay?”. Those thoughts keep coming to his mind. But Chanyeol tried to stay positive.

He waited for her till noon, where usually his shift ended. He even took the night shift in hope she would come.

Lucky for him, luck is on his side today. It was almost 10 PM, and he saw (y/n) entering the cafe. She look stressed and tired. She brings so many documents.

“The usual I assume?” He asked.

(y/n)’s head shot up. “Yes” she said, smile made its way to her face just by simply hearing his voice.

And then (y/n) sat at her usual spot. She’s doing her work there.

She was so focused on her work that she didn’t notice Chanyeol put her coffee beside her.

Chanyeol cleared her throat. (y/n) who hears that look up to him. And then she realized her coffee was there. “Ah thank you so much, I’m sorry” she said and then she took a sip of her coffee.

“You need some rest” Chanyeol said.

(y/n) looks at the documents on the table. Just looking at them make her spirit drained. “Yeah, I need some rest” she said as she tidy the documents and put it into a bag.

“Are you working for 24 hours here?” (y/n) asked while raising an eyebrow at him.

Chanyeol blushed. “No, I am not” he said shyly.

“Then why are you still here?” (y/n) asked curiously.

“Uhm... I took the night shift?” he said while scratching his neck. He was looking down at his feet, avoiding her gaze.

“Are you here from this morning?” (y/n) asked.

“Yeah, I was waiting for you” he said shyly.

(y/n)’s heart fluttered at that. It’s rare to find someone would take a night shift just to see you. “You don’t need to Chanyeol” (y/n) said. If Chanyeol look into her eyes, he would find pure adoration and love in her eyes.

“I want to, I was worried” he said. “I was worried if you’re hurt, or sick” he added.

(y/n)’s heart flutter even more at that. “Okay, now you should go home, take a rest, you still have work tomorrow” (y/n) said worriedly.

“W-Wait, not before you read the note” Chanyeol said.

(y/n) mentally slapped her forehead for forgetting the note on her cup. So she took the cup and read the note.

“Will you go out on a date with me?” -Chanyeol-

(y/n) look up at him. He looks nervous and shy. And then she chuckles. Her chuckles caught his attention which makes him look up at her. “I prefer you asked it yourself rather than writing it on a cup” She said while smiling really wide and bright.

Chanyeol blushed. “O-okay” he said.

“(y/n), will you go out on a date with me?” He asked while looking at her hopefully.

(y/n) smiled brightly. Her heart beats so fast.  “Of course I would” She said and then she hugged him.

“But one condition” she said as she let go of him.

“What is it?” he asked.

“We go home and took a rest” (y/n) said.

Chanyeol chuckles.

“Oh! One more thing!” (y/n) said. “Your phone please” she said.

Chanyeol give her his phone. And then she typed a number and dial it. And then she shows him that her phone is ringing. “This is my number” she said while smiling. “I’m available tomorrow, all day” she said.

Chanyeol chuckles again. “Tomorrow, 7 PM, I’ll pick up for you, you can texted me your address” Chanyeol said with a bright smile.

Neither both of them can sleep that night, excitement got the best of them.