#okay a slight exaggeration but he has slept with MOST of his friends

[softgrungeprophet]

no one asked but i filled one out for peterflash too

i just think they're neat

and they make me go 💗😭💥

"there's no way this ends well" is tricky to me because i think they have the capacity in them for it to be a gentle and devoted relationship in theory, but i think that both are often very on-edge (though i feel like both but especially flash has mellowed out significantly) and i think that peter's temper has a lot of potential to completely destroy things between them even if he loves and is super protective of flash. peter can deal with flash's occasional anger just fine and flash would probably handle a couple outbursts fine, but idk if he would be able to last in the long term with peter if peter wasn't very careful about his temper, considering his whole... ptsd... lol

(though i at least know in my heart that peter would never hit him, regardless of past arguments and (fist)fights; not like that, and especially not after everything they've been through and the coma arc and stuff...)

anyway,

i guess it technically doesn't end well even in my au where they're married for like 20 years since peter ends up dying middle aged but... you know... they love each other

[honeytae]

I think you’re forgetting how well I know you.

this has been on my wips page for so long and coincidentally i am so so soft for yoon rn :( i just miss him and adore him and yeah this is kind of a product of me wanting to take all of his problems away. hand them over, angel. i’ll take them all. tags: @ahgasearmyfan, @hoseokayy genre: fluff

warnings: semi-unedited eek sorry in advance word count: 2.3k

When you arrived at the dorm for dinner with Yoongi and his friends, you could immediately tell that something was off with your boyfriend. 

He was strangely removed from the group with the way he seemed to zone out in the middle of every conversation, adding onto the fact that he looked like he hadn’t slept in days.

During the entirety of the meal, he only pushed his food around his plate with his fork, his mind obviously in a different place as his friends laughed at the retelling of stories from their debut days.

You concern really began to grow when you noticed his nervous habit of picking at his cuticles, a tell-tale sign that you were definitely not wrong about this one.

Something was seriously bothering him.

Your eyes stayed on him throughout the meal and followed his movements as he picked up his plate, withdrawing his body from the table and, with slow footsteps and hunched shoulders, trudged through the doorway of the kitchen.

Seeing a potential opportunity to speak to him, you stood from your chair, gathering dirtied plates from the table top while the other members jumped up to do the same. Making sure to thank them for their help, you pushed your chair into its original spot, turning to head into the room to find who you were looking for.

You tuned out their chatter as they followed you into the kitchen, the voices behind you easily going in one ear and out the other as you frowned at the sight of your boyfriend. 

Yoongi’s back faced you as he sipped at the glass of water he’d just filled with his eyes directed out the window, seemingly lost in thought. His shifted demeanor from his usual behavior was perhaps unnoticeable to people that didn’t know him too well, as the man was a known introvert, but it never flew over your head.

Watching your bodies appear in the reflection of the glass panes, he took a step to the side, the movement shifting himself over a few inches and creating space for you to place the dishes in the basin of the sink.

“I got the dishes, boys.” You said appreciatively, the men seeming to get your hint as they nodded at you with sympathetic smiles.

‘Good luck,’ Namjoon mouthed to you before turning around to exit the room, ushering the other boys out into the hallway with a shooing motion of his hands.

Successfully pushing the boys out, you sighed as your focus went back to your boyfriend, studying the slight crease in between his eyebrows and the prominent frown settled on his lips as he seemed to switch his concentration to scrubbing at the dish in his hand with a pink sponge.

Silently creeping up beside him, you held your hand out for him to place the object in, him glancing up and smiling slightly at you before handing the dripping wet porcelain off to you.

The air in the room was calm as he continued rinsing the dishes, giving them to you once he deemed them good enough so that you could line them up in the racks of the dishwasher. 

You liked to call this the calm before the storm; the period of time where Yoongi was still clueless to the fact that you were fully aware that his smile didn’t meet his eyes. At this moment, he thought he’d done a great job at covering up his true feelings. Little did he know.

Once the sink was empty of its dirtied contents, you made the quick decision that it was time, shutting off the faucet to stop the outpouring of water as you placed yourself in front of him, leaning your lower back against the counter so he couldn’t busy himself with another meaningless task.

“So, what’s going on?” You asked him, Yoongi’s stoic expression changing to one of surprise as he picked his head up to meet your eyes. He only hummed in reply, looking at you with raised brows in a silent question of what you meant.

“You’ve barely spoken all night. Plus, you have that look on your face.” You elaborated, continuing to blink at him as you awaited an explanation.

You could tell he was trying to conceal his frown, the sudden and forced upcurve of his lips in response to your suspicions failing to waver your persistence.

“I have a look on my face?” His brows lifted in surprise, making you nod with widened eyes to exaggerate your point.

“You do. The look that tells me something is wrong.” You persisted, pupils imploring his own to be honest with you as his own guiltily darted from your face.

“I’m okay, angel.” He dismissed with a feigned chuckle, bending down to kiss your temple to attempt to prove his point. He pulled back with a tight lipped smile, turning from you but stopping once you grabbed his wrist, cementing him next to you so that he couldn’t run away.

“I think you’re forgetting how well I know you.” You reminded him, his face blank as you stared at him. 

With a sigh, you grabbed his wrist, the man easily following your lead as you walked down the main hallway to his room. You waved a brief goodbye to the men sprawled out on the couch on the way, them knowingly bidding you both goodnight as they watched you retreat to Yoongi’s bedroom.

You were glad that you had been able to pull your boyfriend away from the exposed area, knowing that he would never open up to you if there were possible other eavesdroppers listening in to your conversation. 

Shutting the door behind you, you let go of his wrist, releasing him from your hold and leaving him standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. 

Yoongi was not the best at opening up to talk about his feelings, which is something you’d learned in the first couple months of dating. It wasn’t that he was emotionless or cold; it was quite the opposite, actually. He felt everything, he just didn’t like to verbalize it.

“So, gonna tell me what’s wrong now?” You asked as you sat on the edge of his bed, peering up at him with wide eyes as he occupied himself by taking his watch off, setting it on the dresser on the other side of the room, the metal tapping the wood quietly.

He only let out a fake laugh, opening his mouth to deny you again before you cut him off.

“Please don’t shut me out, Yoon.” You said, Yoongi’s eyes casting to the ground at the sudden vulnerable moment as he chewed on his bottom lip. 

The room fell silent as you waited for him to speak, only the muffled sounds of the men in the other room fighting for the television remote being heard as you both exchanged brief small smiles at the sound. 

“Nothing serious happened.” He assured you, your head nodding as you took in his words.

“Okay, that’s good. But something upset you, right?” 

“I just had a bad day, I guess.” He admitted, shrugging it off as you studied his saddened face with a heavy heart, shooting him a look as if to say ‘is that really all?’ 

“I’m having a lot of trouble with this project.” He heaved a sigh, his tense shoulders dropping with his confession as you nodded, a silent ask for him to continue as you sat all ears.

“I just feel like, with each success that I have, the pressure builds. I’m so happy to have all the opportunities I’ve been given, I really am. But fuck, what if I screw it all up? What if I disappoint everyone?”

Your heart broke at his words, realizing that, yes, this insanely spectacular person in front of you had insecurities about himself and his place in the world. How, you didn’t know. To you, he put the stars in the sky every single night, made the world a better place just by simply being him. 

The man was a perfectionist, which was one of the things that you loved most about him. His passion and drive for producing the best quality he possibly could was at the very least admirable. But it was also worrying as a significant other.

You had to put a lot of extra effort into things like making sure he was eating and sleeping properly. There were many nights that you spent sleeping in his studio, waking up every few hours and attempting to drag him onto the cot with you.

Additionally, you were always the one who picked him up when he fell down. In moments where he felt as though he wasn’t worthy of the success he’d had, or feelings that he wasn’t good enough to participate on a track; you were there, boosting his confidence enough to continue on with what he’d been doing before he got sidetracked.

While this was certainly not the first time he had expressed insecurities in himself to you, it was the first time in a while that he had done so. A part of you wondered how long this had been building up inside of him, guilt taking over you momentarily before you pushed it aside, determined to reinstate his belief in himself as you sat up straighter on the bed.

“First of all, I don’t think you’re capable of screwing anything up. When you touch something, it turns to gold, so,” You lightly joked, Yoongi chuckling a scoff as you smiled slightly at him, your face falling again as you got serious.

“I can understand the pressure increasing, but you’re not going to screw it up, baby. It’s alright to feel a little stuck right now, but you’re so fucking talented. You have every reason to believe in yourself.” You said, his face unchanging as he stared at you. 

You could almost see the internal war he was having within himself, not knowing whether to believe the voice of the devil on his shoulder or your own.

”By the way, you haven’t been given anything. You’ve busted your ass to earn everything you have. Not once have you taken the easy way out.” You spoke firmly, his blinking speeding up at your words, an attempt to dry his eyes as he awkwardly shuffled under the thick air in the room.

It was when you saw his hands fidgeting at his sides that you stood from the mattress, the simple action providing you with the hint you’d been waiting for.

You’d known Yoongi long enough to know that he asked for comfort in subtle ways, never one to come out and ask for it. He preferred to insinuate the care he needed in small gestures; ones that you could easily miss if you weren’t looking for them.

Wrapping your arms around his torso, you hugged him tightly, palm soothing up and down his spine as he looped his arms around your waist, perching his chin on your shoulder as he sighed in appreciation.

“I’ve been trying new styles, but,” He trailed off, shrugging weakly as he spoke over your shoulder, “I just don’t know if people are going to like it. It’s different.” He sighed, the bunched muscles of his back loosening when your fingertips massaged into the area.

“Who cares if some people don’t like it? They can fuck off.” You said pointedly, Yoongi letting a genuine laugh out at your blunt words.

“Just trust your gut. Look where it’s gotten you before.” You spoke softly, Yoongi biting his cheek and chewing on the flesh anxiously as he listened to you, feeling unbelievably grateful for the endless support and grounding you provided him with.

“I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you, I hope you know that.” He admitted as he pulled his face back to look at you, you swiping your thumb against his smooth cheek as you nodded.

“We’re a team.” You said, Yoongi smiling back at you before leaning down to brush his lips against yours in an appreciative touch.

“What can I do to help you?” You asked, the apples of Yoongi’s cheeks appearing as he chuckled under his breath.

“You already have.” He squeezed at your waist, voice soft as you studied his features for any of the disgruntled emotions you’d seen earlier. You found none, more of a tired expression in place of the sad one from before.

The skin underneath his eyes circled in rosy purple, his limbs increasingly heavy in your hold as you rubbed his arms up and down in your palms, Yoongi’s eyelids began to flutter out of his control as his shoulders loosened from their tense hunch.

“Alright, well. What else can I do?” You pressed, knowing that despite his change in demeanor, he still needed a bit more comforting.

“I think I’m just gonna lay down. You can go back to the guys if you want, I think they put in a movie.” He turned from you, plopping down onto the bed with a grunt and pulling the covers up over his body as he dug his phone out of his pocket, holding the device above his face so that the screen lit up his features in the dimmed room.

Smiling in amusement at his effort to play it off, you silently padded over to the bed, crawling onto the mattress and dropping your body down beside the man, your head landing on his chest as your arm crossed his stomach.

You didn’t miss the way Yoongi’s lips twitched into a small smile at your decision to stay with him, wrapping an arm around your back to hold you to him as you pursed your lips on the material of his shirt underneath you. 

“Thank you.” He murmured quietly, clicking his phone off and setting it down so that his other hand could wrap around your body, holding you to him with a content exhale.

“Teamwork.” You responded simply, Yoongi craning his neck slightly to kiss the top of your head as he shut his eyes, you doing the same as you rubbed soothing circles into his chest with your fingers.

[edweenie]

"If you want something done, you gotta do it yourself" -Me, while writing RiDe fluff until 3am

Richtofen gazed upon the castle that he grew to enjoy over the past few months. At first he was a little hesitant about being here, but as time went by, he actually had ended up enjoying it- well, as much as he could, anyway. Other than the typical zombie hoards and the constant gnawing of hunger in his stomach, the trip to Austria hadn’t been so bad overall. Though, the cold nights were also a pain in the-

“Hey, Doc?”

Richtofen spun around to the sound of the familiar voice of his American friend.

“What is it, Dempsey?”

“Did I interrupt you muttering to yourself?”

Richtofen crossed his arms.

“I may have a couple loose screws, but I definitely don’t talk to myself!”

Tank rolled his eyes, a slight smile on his face.

“I don’t!”

The Marine ignored him. “Anyways, Doc. You told me we could talk later, so…” Tank raised his eyebrows. “...Now’s a good time?”

Damn it. That’s right. 

Dempsey’s been asking to talk to the German for close to a week now, and every effort has been in vain. Richtofen was terrified of the Marine, however, it never used to be like this. Ever since, back in Germany,  he’d catch himself starring for a second too long, or his stomach turning when he walked past and was able to get a subtle whiff of the American man’s unique scent. And he hoped to God he didn’t remember when Tank had kissed him on the cheek that one time they all got a tad intoxicated… 

He didn’t want Dempsey to notice how he has been acting, though he probably already did. This ‘talk’ is probably Dempsey telling Richtofen to back off. To not be so creepy. He didn’t know what suddenly had gotten a hold of him. It was not like the German to grow feelings for someone, especially so soon. After all, this isn’t highschool. There’s no time or place for puny little crushes.

“Nein, Dempsey. I’m an extremely busy man. Please, go bother Takeo.”

Richtofen made a shooing motion with his hand and proceeded to walk in the opposite direction. 

“Oh, come the hell on, Richtofen!”

Tank picked up a wad of snow before packing it into a ball and throwing it towards the Germans back. Without even a flinch after hitting him spot on, Richtofen’s figure slowly faded into the distance, while Tank stood there with his arms crossed, kicking the snow on the ground. 

“He can be such a little bastard. Who does he think he is, acting all high and mighty when…” Tank cupped his hands around his mouth. “EVERYBODY HERE HATES HIM!” he yelled. 

*Later That Night*

The fire felt so warm against the pale skin of the doctor…

This was always the most peaceful time, when they’d all gather around the fire and eat together, clean their guns, and sometimes talk over the events of the day. Nikolai and Dempsey would always have something to say, whether it was them complaining about the meal or arguing about who killed more zombies. Once you looked past the annoyance of the two, Richtofen and Takeo found themselves, more often than not, chuckling at their behavior. 

“...and then there came out big Russian bear-  at least nine feet tall, with razor sharp claws.”

“What’d you do, Nik? Climb up his back and slit his throat?” Dempsey questioned, sarcasm in his voice as if he didn’t believe the story to begin with.

“Not even close! I kept him as pet.” Nikolai said, matter-of-factly. 

The three chuckled.

“I don’t know why you laugh, this is true story. I had him for three years.”

“Okay, Nik. Whatever you say.”

They continued eating among the warmth of the fire, sprouting comments here and there.

Dempsey sat up and stretched, overexaggerating his groan. 

“Well, friends, I think I’m gonna turn in for the night.” He said, walking away from the group. “If you need me, don’t.”

After some more time by the fire, the other three men decided to rest as well. Richtofen cleaned all of the cans up while Nikolai and Takeo put out the fire and made sure everything was back in place. 

“I’ll talk to you two tomorrow,” Richtofen said, waving goodnight.

“Goodnight, doctor.” Takeo waved.

*

Richtofen stood by his door, hands on his hips. 

“Do you think it’s funny, American? Do you think it’s funny to annoy me?”

Tank sat there, at the doctors own desk, leaning back in his chair and looking up at him with raised eyebrows and his right leg casually crossed over his left. 

“Do you think it’s funny to constantly blow me off?”

Richtofen let out a single and exaggerated ‘ha’.

“Blow you off? Americans can be so daft! I told you I was busy. Why don’t you run off to bed like you said you were going to, hm? Or does the big bad Marine need to be tucked in?”

“I ain’t going anywhere until you talk to me.”

“Get out before you really piss me off!”

Tank sat up and began to raise his voice. “Talk to me before you piss me off!”

Richtofen kicked the desk. 

“Why can’t you just leave me alone?” he practically screamed, his voice echoing throughout the stone walls. 

Tank sat there, looking up at the German’s bulging veins and red face. 

“Why are you so angry?” Tank questioned, almost in a whisper. “I just wanted to talk to you.” the American stood up, moving so fast the chair behind him fell backwards. “No wonder nobody here trusts you.” and with that, Tank walks past the German while purposely shoving him with the side of his body. 

**

Richtofen sighed. He’d been tossing and turning for hours. Though struggling with insomnia is a normal occurrence for the doctor, this time was different. He genuinely felt bad for the American. He slowly sat up and began putting on his boots. He knew where Tank normally slept, so he decided to take a walk and ‘accidentally’ run into his sleeping quarters, (with the subtle hopes of him being asleep so he didn’t have to face the man.)

But sure enough, as he walked by the small cell that Dempsey made his cozy living space, he was wide awake, leaned back against the wall with a freshly lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

Richtofen laughed awkwardly. “Couldn’t sleep either?”

Dempsey slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I slept fine. Just woke up outta nowhere.”

Richtofen started walking closer, eventually stopping about five feet away from his comrade and taking a seat. He sighed, “Look, Demps-”

“I get it, Doc.”

Richtofen looked up at him, puzzled.

“Excuse me?”

“I get it. You’re stressed, you’re confused. You’re under a lot of pressure, and I get it.” Tank took another slow inhale of the cigarette, then proceeded to blow out the smoke. Richtofen’s eyes lit up. “De-”

“But don’t you dare take that frustration out on me for wanting to talk to you.”

Richtofen sighed and looked down at his legs. He was truly ashamed for the way he’d been acting, but he could never in a million years tell Tank why.

Dempsey gestured at the cigarette. “Need a puff?”

“No, thank you.” Richtofen said, twiddling with his thumbs. “I am… truly sorry.” He looked up at the American and met eyes with him. “Truly, truly sorry, Dempsey.”

 

The Marine smirked and stuck the cigarette into the concrete, tossing the butt to the side. 

“I’m free now, if you’d like to talk,” he said, chuckling awkwardly again.

Tank exhaled.

“I just wanted to tell you…”

Richtofen clenched. Here we go. The American’s bright blue eyes met Richtofen's soft green ones, as he met him with a delicate smile.

“I’ve seen how hard you’re working to keep us all on the right track. We’ve all noticed. Whether we trust you or not, that’s another thing. But don’t think we don’t see how much you try…” Tank crossed his arms. “But don’t think I’ve gone soft on ya. I just dont want me to be the one you murder when you turn your back on us.” He winked, and Richtofen chuckled.

“If I were to murder anyone, it’d be that damned Nikolai.”

“Is that a promise, Doc?”

“Oh, it’s a swear.”

They both chuckled, and Richtofen began to feel uneasy, remembering the whole reason he was scared to communicate with Dempsey in the beginning. The feelings were inappropriate… and they were beginning to creep up on the German again. Richtofen hastily got up and began to dust himself off, “Well, nice talk, thank you for your words, but I should really get to bed.”

Tank got up too. “I don’t think you’ll have much time to sleep.” he yawned.

“Ah, it’s always like this.”

Tank slowly stepped in and wrapped his arms around the tired German’s neck, squeezing him almost too hard and practically forcing Richtofen forward. The German, at that moment, was flooded with more emotions than he ever had felt before. What is going on with Dempsey?

Now that Richtofen thought about it, ever since he’d taken the other Dempsey’s soul, he had started acting strange. After the initial cold shoulder towards the German, he almost began acting as if he cares less about what happens to him… like he’d already accepted this was his fate. No- this was not their fate. They would live to see a better tomorrow. Richtofen finally hugged Tank back, even tighter. He ignored the voices in his head telling him he was making a mistake. He needed this, and Dempsey needed this too. He practically felt tears forming in the corner of his eyes. “We will make it out of here, Dempsey. You just have to…” Richtofen choked back the tears that needed so desperately to flow. “...trust me.”

Tank squeezed tighter. 

“I’ll trust you.”

[bymoonchild]

Get You The Moon (M)

Pairing | Taehyung x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, enemies to lovers!AU, football!AU,  jock!Taehyung x student reporter!OC Warnings | Explicit language, sarcastic banter, dirty talk, blowjob, facefucking, eating out, cumplay, cum-dumpster, fingering, rough sex, slight dom!tae, spanking, degradation, unprotected sex, ass-pining, tae has the phattest ass and dick but wbk Summary | Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit 50 feet below rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. Pure torment awaits you, but this is alongside glassy eyes, pink cheeks and conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate. Word count | 19.6k 

“What a surprise, you’re alive.”

It is exactly that fake enthusiasm and subtle mirthful nuance that’s too familiar to your liking that gives rise to the arch of your eyebrow. You don’t even need to look up at the owner of the voice to picture the shit-eating smirk that belongs to none other than your editor-in-chief-slash-best-friend, Min Yoongi. Such morbid greetings have been long established as an inside joke between the two of you due to the peculiar sense of humour that you two share.

This is just how he likes to start his mornings. Being the systematic person he is, he has his own morning routine in the newsroom. Regardless of the pile of work on his desk, he’ll first make a beeline for his first cup of coffee of the day, after which he will come sauntering your way to provoke you with his laundry list of snarky remarks – about work, being tired, being alive and dead, about how bureaucracy sucks, the negative sides of capitalism and what not. Well, you two share a deep-seated sense of misanthropy so albeit provocative, his laments are refreshing in the morning – a literal morning boost of positivity from negativity.

“Not for long buddy,” you shrug, looking up from your laptop and your eyes land on Yoongi, who looks just as dead.

“I barely slept last night – was busy rushing my essays. Essays, might I repeat. So it would be great if you don’t have much for me today, although I know you have a kink for torturing me.”

At this, the edges of his lips curl up and you instantly register the meaning behind the sinister smile: your impending doom.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I do have something for my most talented and gung-ho reporter and best friend.”

“Kindly elaborate,” you smile back acrimoniously, squinting your eyes in distrust.

“It involves a profile feature of a popular varsity athlete.”

An involuntary groan escapes your lips almost instantly. Athletes are the worst people to interview.

“That’s not even the worst part yet. As we’re celebrating the 50th anniversary of our publication this year, we’ll be doing a special spread on honorary members of the school, including club presidents, captains and valedictorians. Oh, which reminds me – maybe I should feature myself for being the most overworked Editor-In-Chief because this publication is sucking my entire soul, but anyway, I digress.”

He brings up his mug to his lips. It’s only 10am, but you wonder how many cups he has had, eyeing the pallor of his face.

“I’ve already assigned the other reporters their respective targets for the lack of a better word, and left the toughest nut for you to crack,” he grins smugly and that’s when it hits you.

Clocking you square in the face.

“Yoongi, no you didn—”

“Yoongi, yes,” his smirk widens at your aghast expression, “A profile feature on Kim Taehyung, for my most talented and hardworking reporter.”

Kim Taehyung.

Your biggest nemesis.

The boy who lives to torment you.  

Literally everyone in school and their mother (or their dog) knows him because 1) he’s quite a looker (he’s known for having a god damn symmetrical face and you’re honestly baffled and amazed at how people even took the time to check the degree of symmetry), 2) he’s the captain of the varsity football team (cue the huge hoo-ha about varsity captains), 3) he’s probably slept with everyone in school and their mother (okay, that’s an exaggeration, but he is a dumb fuckboy to the bone), and 4) he’s also the poster boy for the department of narcissistic and annoying fuckboys, star football player and all that jazz.

“What the fuck?”

You challenge the carefully hidden astonishment reflected in Yoongi’s eyes, disregarding how the other reporters in the newsroom have jumped in their seats at your abrupt outburst.

“You know I fucking hate him!”

Yoongi, per contra, does absolutely nothing to show the slightest of empathy, simply because he has none, and even finds the scowl on your face hilarious, “Which is exactly why you’re the perfect person for this story.”

“There must be someone else whom I can cover. Please, Yoongi – I really, really don’t want to take this up.”

“Listen,” he sighs, running his hand through his fingers and you know that signifies that his sigh is genuine, “As your friend, I’m really sorry that you’ve been assigned to this story, but there’s no one more suitable than you. No one does profiles as incredible as you. Look, you just need to follow him around for a week – observe how he is in class, what he does after class and how he performs on the field. I can promise that it won’t be that bad.”

You frown, “As my friend? Then… what about–”

You don’t miss the 180 change from his previous expression, the soft in his comforting smile replaced with a sneer that is all malign in a blink of an eye.

Panic starts to form a thick film in your throat.

Lowering his voice by two tones, he snarls, “As your Editor-In-Chief, I only have three words for you: suck it up. The journalism world is a dog-eat-dog world. You don’t and can’t choose your beats. What you can do is to go out there and come back with a story, or this newspaper is going to flop at your hands, along with your GPA.”

Such audacity.

You glare at him in disbelief, squinting your eyes at the sneer that’s still plastered on his face.

“As my friend,” you mimic, dragging each word, “Fuck you bitch.”

Sighing out loud with absolute disregard, you clench your fists to tamper down the vexation that threatens to escape your throat, “But for the sake of my GPA and this publication that is my precious baby, I’ll take this up. Very unwillingly though, I must add. But if he refuses to cooperate, he can suck my ass.”

“You have my seal of approval if you meant that literally.”

“Fuck off—”

“Anyways, you won’t need to worry about Tae. I contacted him just now – he’ll be expecting you at practice on Monday.”

You roll your eyes, “Tae? I can never understand how you two are close.”

He inches closer to taunt you further, “May I remind you that Tae and I literally grew up together in Daegu, so he’s like my little bro. Anyways, he also told me to tell you that he cannot wait to see you.”

Nose scrunched up in disgust, you groan out loud at the duality before you, before flipping your friend off and burying your head in your palms.

But as much as you hate to admit it, Yoongi’s right. You have to suck it up.

If doing this profile is the only way to save your GPA and the publication, to hell with your pride and Kim Taehyung. You’re going to do this story well and you’re going to make sure that nothing, absolutely nothing – including Kim Taehyung and his fuckboy antics – is going to fuck that up.

Not in this economy.

Building up to Monday aka the Big Day as what Yoongi calls it, while you refer to it as the Day You Die), Yoongi has left you very specific instructions for the profile feature, expecting you to find some easy way out of this. He normally leaves you on your own, knowing that you’d always return with a solid piece that he won’t be able to find anything to nit-pick on. But for this task, he has ordered you to follow the boy around for a whole damn week and expects you to submit your voice recordings for accurate transcription.

Right from the get-go, you can already deem this profile to be the most stressful and frustrating piece in your entire journalism career. In other words, it’s a sham. A popularity stunt. A hoax. An opportunity to give Kim Taehyung even more clout and undeserving commendation than what the resident fuckboy deserves.

The day you finish your story will the best day of your life because you won’t ever need to interact with the said boy ever again.

To say that you hate him would be an understatement – sure, hate is a strong emotion, yadda yadda yadda, but the cacophony of arrogance and smugness that radiates off him makes your face scrunch up in disdain whenever he’s around. Though you would never allow him to have such power over you, he has tormented you countless of times with his shameless flirting whenever he has the chance to, and by simply existing and being his annoying, putrid self. You really don’t know why Taehyung has taken a liking to teasing you and pushing your buttons, ever since Yoongi introduced the two of you two years ago.

The sun is dripping down on the soccer field with delicacy, casting its golden light on the grass patch when Coach blows the whistle from the sidelines. Right in the heart of the field, Number 6 springs into action on the field, shouting commands at his teammates who listen to him intently.

Indeed, there are many other guys running all over the field, decked in the same jersey, but you could instantly recognise the outline of Taehyung’s ass, your eyes fixated on how the fabric of his shorts hugs his lower half like a second skin. Much to your dismay, one of your thirsty friends had hooked up with Taehyung last Christmas and didn’t allow you to forget the details of his bomb dick game and the thickness of his ass, so it’s fair to say that you have a good gauge of how his ass looks like. Not that you take pride in that knowledge though.

A smug smirk plays on his lips when he scores another goal as he instinctively pumps his fist to the air. You observe how he proceeds to run around the field, high-fiving and patting his teammates to spur them on.

Being the captain of the precious varsity football team, Kim Taehyung naturally carries an aura of confidence, which easily moulds into palpable cockiness. He’s infuriatingly talented and thus, his big ego sadly, and he also doesn’t have much of a filter and says anything that comes to mind. You’ve come to a conclusion that his language is an unfortunate concatenation of sexual jokes, sarcastic taunts and indolent mischief.

As if having sensed your gaze, he cranes his neck in the midst of practice and shoots you a seemingly innocent grin when he spots you standing awkwardly at the sidelines, hugging your notebook like they’re a piece of armour shield. But you know that there is more to his smile than just innocence. Still maintaining eye contact with you, he grabs the hem of his shirt to dry the sweat on his forehead and smirks in satisfaction when your face drops disgruntledly.

After calling for a five, he jogs up to you, his smile unwavering. Behind him, his teammates have all huddled together, pretending to drink up and talk amongst each other, but their eyes are all glued on the interaction between you and their captain.

“My my, look who we have here. Isn’t it my favourite girl cheering me on during practice?”

Taehyung’s awful voice pierces your eardrums, thick with honey and mixed with some other cloyingly sweet substances.

Your annoyance reaches its peak level as your eyes narrow to slits when he stops right in front of you.

You could leave right this instance. In fact, you very much want to, but your conscience is holding you back. While you’ve contemplated smoking your way for the profile one too many times, you know that Yoongi, being the smart shit he is, would be able to see through it (and also, Taehyung might just snitch on you) and the mere thought of a disappointed Yoongi just bites you.

“Look,” you spit, facing him properly for the first time, “I’m here against my own will because I have a story to write and that’s the only reason why I am even here. So I would very much appreciate it if you could quit acting like a jerk and let me do my job so I can leave ASAP.”

You’ve never been this up-close with Taehyung before, not when all you ever focus on around him is putting on your bitchiest expression, coming up with spiteful retorts, or pretending that you didn’t see him in the hallway which is actually impossible because he comes for you like a plague.

“Sssh, did you hear that?”

“Huh—”

“That’s the sound of you begging for my help.”

A taunting smirk inches its way onto the edges of Taehyung’s lips and you want to sock him in the face and wipe it off his lips. Your glare seems to only spur it to grow wider, as if somehow your clear distaste for him is amusing to him.

“Going to fake a quote for me again?” He continues, the shit-eating grin never leaving his face.

“If you continue pissing me off, I just might.”

For your previous article which involved having to interact with Taehyung, he had refused to answer your questions properly, spouting nonsense and idiotic pickup lines that served of no value to your article. You just needed a one-liner from the egotistical football captain, but all he did was obliterate your gossamer thin patience and last few braincells. Given his insistent reluctance to cooperate, you eventually made up a quote for him – something along the lines of “I don’t really think much about life – I just YOLO it because you know, YOLO” – and made sure that it reflected him badly.

The quote eventually became the unofficial quote of the year and it gives you so much satisfaction, knowing that it made a small dent on Taehyung’s reputation. On bad days, you’d think of the fake quote and laugh to yourself. Needless to say, he was enraged and even sent complaint emails to Yoongi for false reporting. Journalism ethics? You don’t know her.

“Oh yes, where were we?” He draws out each word with a smooth tone, unfazed, “We were talking about how I hold your fate in the palm of my hands, Princess.”

You hate that nickname he has for you. You don’t even remember when and how it started or what led to the nickname. Grunting out loud in abhorrence, you stop to contemplate kicking him in the shin and running away, but you lack the courage to carry out the former because if you’re to ever hurt the precious varsity captain, you can jolly well bid farewell to your collegiate life.

But before you can even take a step away, he stops you by blocking your passage with an even wider smirk. If he is fucking ecstatic at your rage, he’s determined on making sure that you’re well aware of it. 

“Seriously, if you don’t want to do this, let me know right now so we don’t waste each other’s time.”

“Oh Y/N,” he calls out dramatically and you cringe at how your name rolls off his tongue, “I did promise Yoongi-hyung about that profile, but I didn’t promise him that I won’t make your life a living hell.”

If it’s possible for your eyeballs to roll out of the socket, you’re pretty sure it would have already happened by now because Kim Taehyung is impossible.

“Okay,” you exhale, gathering your thoughts, “Then I will, for the better of mankind, start this civilly. But let me just say that I’ll take the mantle of being the bigger person here, which isn’t hard because you’re technically not a person.”

“Of course, I’m more than just a person,” he laughs and a devilish smirk, way too familiar against your own will, tugs at his lips, “I’m Kim Taehyung.”

“Did I ask? Can we just get this over and done with so that I can stop being around your despicable presence, stat.”

“Now, that’s not the way to treat your interviewee. Also, Yoongi said you’ll be following me around for a week. You’ll be around my ‘despicable presence’,” he holds up his fingers in the air to quote, “For an entire week. You think up for it, babe?”

He waggles his eyebrows with a mischievous glint blazing in his eyes, enjoying the scowl on your face.

“Fuck off, Kim.”

His eyes light up when he realises that he’s hit a nerve.

“Every breath you draw in my presence annoys the heck of me,” you edge, words slowing down to a pace that’s normally used on children.  

His large, almond eyes continue to regard you with keen interest.

“That’s funny. I thought that after all this while, you would be used to me scoring right into your goal.”

“Get your head out your ass.”

“Oh, I’ll have you know that I have a bomb ass. 10 out of 10 would tap.”

He laughs with an amused grin on his face, the same one he always has whenever he riles you up, finding entertainment in your fury. You hate his laughter. He’s always laughing, his smile huge and genuine and his out of this world personality knocking girls off-kilter. You hate it. Everything about it.

“What the fuck,” you spit scathingly, mouth agape in utter disbelief at the boy in front of you, or Satan himself wearing the flesh of a human.

You end up only asking two questions from your entire list of 15 questions, but it’s as though you’re stuck at square one because his answers are either half-assed or pure nonsense, and boy are you pissed.

“Hey, you’re alive.”

You look up from your misery and see the very cause of the said misery, standing at the door with an eyebrow raised. You don’t miss the extra sarcastic bite to his voice and the irritating smirk on his face, but you’d like to believe that he’s actually impressed by your unyielding resilience.

“Highly arguable. Mentally, no, but physically, yes I am. Not for long though,” you grunt, tone imbued in sarcasm because you are seriously done with this profile feature and you can’t wait for this torture to end.

Lifting your tumbler, you suck on the dregs of your coffee and groan louder at how it’s no longer hot. Lukewarm coffee is like torture to the tongue, much more than burning your tongue. You’re one of the annoying customers who would request for extra hot coffee, because you simply can, and you’re used to them faking a smile and then rolling their eyes when they’ve turned on their backs.

“I take it that something happened?”

“Oh nothing,” you shoot him a sarcastic grin, “Except for the fact that the bastard just toyed with me and wasted my Monday evening. If this is how it’s going to be, I say that we stop immediately.”

“Oh come on, it’s just the first day! I get that Tae can be playful and says a lot of stupid things, but he’s actually a really nice dude.”

“I just don’t like him,” you mumble and your voice trails off upon realising that you sound like a bratty preschool kid who can’t get along with the others.

Yoongi scoffs at your remark to correct you, “You don’t like anybody.”

“As if you’re not the most misanthropic person I know.”

“Wow, this ain’t about me,” Yoongi throws his hands up in the air in faux-defeat, “This is about you and Taehyung. Can you at least tell me why you hate his guts?”

The empty remark that brews on the tip of your tongue dies instantly and all you can lamely mutter is, “Over my dead body.”

“Seriously? Why?”

“Because I’m embarrassed.”

“Wait, what? Did you embarrass yourself in front of him?” Yoongi urges with a confused frown, but your lips are still sealed.

“Something like that.”

“Would you be so kind as to elaborate on that?”

“Nope, continue suffering.”

He rolls his eyes in disbelief, before flipping you the bird.

The next two mornings, you find yourself dragging yourself across the campus and past the newsroom, just to show up at the football field. Upon your arrival, the entire team ditches their warmup session and falls into a collective silence, openly gawking at you and your every movement. The sudden change in the atmosphere elicits an uncomfortable shiver to crawl up your spine. Looks like your social anxiety is about to have a field day.

“Captain, you have a visitor!”

One of the boys hollers with a playful glint in his voice, breaking the silence. At that, some teammates instantly gather in their own circles to whisper to one another, while some discuss your presence without bothering to be discrete. Is this… a jock version of Mean Girls?

“Tae! Your girl is here again!” Another dude shouts and you turn around to shoot a glare at the owner of the voice, eyebrows furrowed.

“Call me his girl one more time and I’ll make sure your legs won’t make it to finals.”

“Damn, a feisty babe. Noice.”

Another guy comes up to you – Jungkook, you recognise him because he’s in one of your classes. His build towers over you, while he flashes you a small, shy smile and you can’t deny that he is pretty cute with his dimples and doe eyes, which makes him look like a little bunny, but all hope is irrevocably lost when he opens his mouth.

“Hey, I think I lost my number. Can I get yours?”

“Seriously?”

The earlier guy who calls you feisty butts in, “If Taehyung isn’t fucking you right, call me yeah? I’ll make you feel real goo—”

“Minjae, leave her alone.”

You hear a displeased grunt from behind you and turn around to an annoyed Taehyung. His grip on the football in his hand tightens, before he shoves it roughly at Minjae, throwing his teammate off completely.

“Guys, please leave Y/N alone. She’s here to interview me, so I’d appreciate it if you could keep it in your pants and have some decency or respect for yourself.”

The boys instantly mutter a sorry, the peculiar sharp undercurrent of their captain’s voice has them heaving themselves upright in alarm.

You turn your head slightly to look at Taehyung, who’s wearing a vexed frown on his face – well that’s a first for someone who is joking around and laughing. Seeing his strong side profile irks the fuck out of you because someone this attractive shouldn’t be such a big nuisance. What an unfortunate waste. Of course, you would rather be impaled than admit this.

“If you don’t go back to warmups, you’re getting another 5 more laps around the field!” He raises his voice to the entire team and they scramble back to their warmup positions like ants.

After making sure that the team is back on the grind, he spares you another look and leads you to an empty bench away from the warmup area.

“Pretty sure you could have handled it yourself, but you looked uncomfortable,” he smiles apologetically, resting his hand on the back of his neck.

“Well, if you didn’t make me wait, I wouldn’t have needed to go through that.”

“I was helping this freshman who needed extra help with his dribbling. It’s a one-on-one thing so we were in the clubroom.”

“Whatever, it’s cool.”

“Anyways… I got an earful from Yoongi-hyung this morning. He said that I was being too annoying yesterday, so yeah, sorry about that…” His voice trails off and for once, the smile playing on his lips is sheepish, instead of a cocky one.  

“Huh?”  

“I said I’m sorry. And also for my teammates’ behaviour. Don’t know why they act like this every time they see a girl on the field.”

“D-Did you just apologise to me? Is everything okay, like you know, with your brain?”

“What?” He scoffs, but the smile on his face still remains, “I’m not an asshole. I will apologise if I crossed the line.”

“Kim, not to burst your bubble, but you’ve crossed the line with your annoying and rude ass self since the beginning of time.”

And there it is again. That little grin tugging softly at his lips as his eyes lock themselves on yours.

“Not going to lie, that’s part of my charm.”

You hastily ignore the stirrings of intrigue in your chest, deciding to stop with the chit-chat, “Yeah sure. Let’s just start with the interview. I’ve got a class in an hour.”

He extends an arm to gesture you to sit down on the bench, while he settles down beside you and leans back in an elegant slouch, one ankle crossed over a knee.

“So, let’s talk about the freshmen players this year. Anyone potential successors yet? Do you have a lot of one-on-one trainings?”

“Wow, we playing 20 questions now?”

“Kim,” you sigh loudly with every intention of making sure that he knows how done you are, “I’m literally here to interview you. If I don’t ask questions, then what’s the point.”

“I was just kidding!” He throws his head back with a chuckle, “All right, shoot me with your best shot.”

“Okay,” you clear your throat, “You’re called the dark horse of the school. How do you feel about that?

“Do you like horses?”

“What?”

“Bet you’ll like mine.”

You cup your face in your palm, as your heaving suspire lowers into an interminable groan, “Kim Taehyung. Before I—”

“Hmmm, so a dark horse…” he begins slowly, “I think it’s a respectable and fulfilling title. It’s when you amaze them with how unexpectedly good you are. It’s about really proving your competence to everyone who didn’t think highly of you before, so I’ll take it with pride and satisfaction.”

You nod your head as he speaks and when he finishes his sentence, you ask with a raised eyebrow, “Practiced that much?”

“Every day before I go to bed.”

“Clearly.”

“Well, I can show you first-hand.”

“You fucking wish.”

Thankfully, Taehyung gradually stops playing around and actually starts answering your questions properly without giving bullshit answers or making suggestive remarks.

At your last question about his legacy in school, he even elaborates without any prompters and you gratefully take everything down, nodding once in a while when he brings up a good point.

“Wow, you’re writing all these down while I’m talking? Can I see?”

You casually hand him your notebook and he gapes dramatically at the notes you’ve taken.

“These are just scribbles, but they’ll help with transcribing later on.”

“Wow I have to say, I’m impressed and also a little turned on right now.”

Rolling your eyes for the nth time in disbelief, you grunt, “Kim, you do know that you’re still being recorded, right?”

“Of course,” he smirks, raising instant flags for mischief etched across his lips, “Here’s a little note for Y/N who will listen to this when she gets home – I think she’s hot as fuck.”

“You’re shameless.”

Laughter bellows from his lungs, “That I am. I’m not going to deny it.”

Afterwards, he offers to take you for a tour around the clubroom, showing you the medals and trophies that the team has snagged over the years. As he elaborates on the trajectory of the varsity team, the noisy chatter of other students outside fades into background noise like timing in your ears.

He shows you a picture of the team taken from two years ago and your eyes nearly pop out at how small and out of place freshman Taehyung looks. He’s grinning widely at the camera, surrounded by his poker-faced burly seniors, painfully sticking out like a sore tongue, even more so with his scrawny build.

“You look way too happy in the picture that I actually have second-hand embarrassment,” you mutter, but Taehyung manages to catch it.  

“Hey! I was an excited freshie and they didn’t tell me it was a formal picture.”

When you leave the clubroom that day, you take along with you new knowledge about Kim Taehyung. Firstly, you learn that he has only been playing football for two years, which comes off as a shock and almost a form of embarrassment when compared to the other guys with at least a decade of football experience, thus deserving the title of a dark horse. He’s always been more of an arts dude, but he got sucked into the sport when he and his best friend from high school Jimin walked past the football tryouts during orientation.

Secondly, either his cologne or shampoo has a fruity undertone and this is derived from the fact that he is suddenly standing so close to you that you can feel the warmth of his breath and see each glimmer of darkness that surfaces in his orbs, alongside the humming warmth radiating off of his body.

A chill runs down your spine and your heart starts slamming against your chest out of nowhere at the proximity. You’re not used to being so physically close to him and you try not to think about how his alluring scent has you biting the inside of your cheek.

Taehyung seems to know his effect on you because his lips start to spread into a wolfish grin, inching closer to you.

“Your fuckboy antics won’t work on me, Kim.”

Your voice doesn’t come off as strong as you wanted it to, but you hope that he doesn’t catch on.

“You sure about that, princess?” His breath fans out across your cheeks when he speaks, causing instant warmth to scatter over your skin in the rise of gooseflesh.

Irritation bubbles like a brook throughout your entire body.

It’s taking every single willpower of yours not to headbutt him in the face. You desperately want to, but because you’re obviously the bigger person here and you need to prevent yourself from being expelled from school, you could only jab your finger harshly at his chest.

“Try it on another chick, yeah?”

He uncoils from his slouch and rises to his full height, exuding a smug superiority.

“What if you’re the only one I want to try it on?” He teases, his voice echoing with timber, rich and velvet.

You shoot him a leer, accompanied with the imaginary daggers to his face, trying to ignore the steadfast flutter in your belly. By the anger that undulates from your pinched features, he knows he’s left you tongue-tied, and this only spurs his grin to widen, your clear distaste for him a pure entertainment and amusement to him.

“I hate you.”

You grit, but your voice comes out as a mere squeak. You feel like burying yourself from the weight of his longing gaze. Clearing your throat, you push the strange flutter that’s settling in your belly as you hoist your bag over your shoulder and speed-walk away from him, missing the way he smiles at your departing silhouette.

The shift in Taehyung’s demeanour on the field is beyond commendable, almost palpable to everyone who has their eyes on him. When he’s on the field, there is no fooling around, only the giving of his one hundred and one percent to the game.

Moving agilely with astounding precision, you observe how his sun-kissed skin shimmers with a thin sheen of sweat on his neck, while his eyes sparkle with intensity.

All right. There is some truth that Taehyung looks kind of cool (do people still use that word to describe someone?) and charismatic like this, all serious and immersed in the game. You just wonder if he could be the same when answering your questions.

His brown mop of tousled locks is damp, parted haphazardly, while his jersey clings onto his frame, drenched with perspiration. His biceps strain against the fabric and the veins on his exposed forearms are given prominence when he grabs onto the ball with his fingers effortlessly. Taehyung’s not the buffest, but he is lean with just a nice amount of toned muscles.

When your eyes trail further south for an infinitesimal moment, his tight football pants accentuating the swell of his thighs and the curve of his ass on full display come into view.

Fuck. Your eyes divert back up to his face when you realise what you’ve been gawking at. As the sun hikes up in the sky, it casts a pretty golden glow on his profile, highlighting his sun-kissed skin. You push away the sensation of a small bud blooming in your chest when you meet his gaze, especially when he shoots you his signature boyish smile, a foil to your frown.

Well, looks like someone is happy to see you.

A disconcerting feeling starts to stir in the pit of your stomach when Taehyung approaches you without wiping that smile off his face.

“Good job for surviving two and a half days with me. You ready for today?”

“Replying yes or no literally won’t make a difference at all.”

Shrugging, you lift your tumbler to sip on your coffee before pulling a face.

“Fuck,” you curse quietly under your breath, unexpecting Taehyung to catch it but he does.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing… My coffee isn’t hot anymore.”

“Oh—”

“I bought this tumbler not long ago and it’s supposed to be good at trapping heat, but it just sucks and it was kind of expensive? I’m so angry I need to get another one—”

You stop your rant abruptly when you realise that Taehyung’s been staring at you quietly. He even urges you to continue with a nod of his head.

“Sorry, I’m oversharing.”

It’s not your fault that you tend to get too passionate when talking about your distaste for lukewarm coffee. For something that’s your bloodline, it has to be the right temperature, or else.

“Is that your pet peeve?”

You nod, “You can’t judge me though, or I’ll punch you.”

“It’s cool. If your greatest nemesis is lukewarm coffee—”

“Wrong. My greatest nemesis is the boy who’s currently talking to me right now.”

“As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted,” he rolls his eyes in faux-annoyance, “I absolutely detest coffee, big ass pills that I can’t swallow, and bread crusts.”

“Wait,” you stare at him pointedly in a cursory silence. “You don’t like coffee?”

“Nah, never liked the bitter taste.”

“Okay…” You drag your word out, “But you can just add sugar? Not that I do, I like it bitter. But please elaborate on the big ass pills and bread crusts. For a big boy like you, I have to say that this is pretty amusing.”

Laughter rises in Taehyung’s lungs at the pure confusion on your face, “I can’t swallow pills. Used to always puke them out. I usually crush them and yes, I know it tastes even worse but really, how else can I take my medicine? And bread crusts? Incardinate of evil. I’m really picky when it comes to bread.”

You can’t help but laugh at his dramatic expression. You don’t think you’ve ever had a proper chat with Taehyung that didn’t include insults, remarks, or retorts of any kind.

“You’re one weird boy, Kim.”

The conversation carries on smoothly, tucking itself into every available space, and you’ve got to admit that not only is Taehyung not bad at holding a conversation, he’s also a decent listener and listens quietly when necessary. This really piques your curiosity – maybe Yoongi’s right about him, maybe there is indeed a decent side to him. You’re just not sure why Taehyung loves to push your buttons. It’s as if he wants you to give him the time of day.

From your periphery, you realise that Taehyung’s looking straight at you and you freeze at the weight of his piercing gaze, feeling hot all of a sudden. A stunned silence encompasses the space between you, sitting heavily in your lungs.

After mustering up some courage, you look up to meet his eyes to reciprocate his actions, but your gaze diverts to the ground when you realise that his eyes are piercing right into your soul, like they’re searching or yearning for something.

“Kim,” you clear your throat awkwardly, “What are you doing?”

“Looking at you,” he replies matter-of-factly, his intense gaze never leaving your face. You want to bury yourself alive when you feel a persistent heat simmering under your skin, tinging your cheeks a translucent pink.

“And may I know why?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” The right corner of his lips curls up into a smirk. He’s raising a challenge.

“Spit it out.”

“Do I say the truth or?”

“Not that bold after all, huh?”

“Well,” he opens his mouth again with a devious little gleam in his eyes, “I was thinking about kissing you.”

You don’t miss how he is openly gawking at your lips and your eyes instinctively rest on his as well, which are somewhere between the colour of peaches and cherries. You’re not sure of what washes over you, but your mouth takes the better of you. And for the first time, your words aren’t clogged in your throat.

“Do it then.”

You look at him through your lashes, dark and coy, eyebrow raised, testing the very limits of Taehyung’s restraint.

The erratic beating of his heart is in sync with yours, but it increases within a second when you notice his gaze fall back on your lips from your eyes. Suddenly, this sparks your curiosity and all you can think about is how good Taehyung’s would feel on yours.

“W-What?”

“Do it, Taehyun—”

Before you could even mutter his name, his lips are suddenly smashed against yours.

Goosebumps rise on your skin in its wake when his tongue grazes along the flesh of your lower lip, and you, suddenly so enthralled by the boy in front of you, part your mouth to meet him halfway.

You don’t know how long it has been. With his lips pressed against yours, you lose track of time, watch it fly away in the form of the licks on your mouth. Taehyung slackens his jaw to deepen the kiss, cupping your face with his hands to bring you closer to him. His tongue brushes against the underside of yours and then he recedes slightly before tangling for dominance.

Your name leaves his swollen lips in a dulcet whisper, causing your heart to spike in your chest and your stomach to unravel and knot again. You press your palm over your chest to calm the injured patter of your heart against the depths of your stomach.

The way his eyelashes that are almost impossibly thick and dark flutter just a fraction with each breath, brushing slightly against your nose and you squirm at the intimacy of the moment.

When he finally parts away, you feel like you’ve been electrocuted. But your stomach drops again when a pretty blush blooms over Taehyung’s face, crossing the bridge of his nose and spreading over his cheekbones. His hands continue to rest on your shoulders, but his touch is so hot and tantalising that it makes you want to melt.

Taehyung has always called bullshit on all those romance novels that rave about how lips can taste as sweet as strawberries. But you taste like the strawberries from his grandparents’ farm – sweet and delectable.

When he licks his lips again, he shudders when his senses register the honey musk of you and the ghost of your afternoon coffee. He hates bitter coffee with a passion, but you taste so fucking sweet. Overly saccharine that he feels dizzy.

You don’t talk about the incident the previous night and you’re grateful that Taehyung doesn’t act any differently. It was most probably the adrenaline that took over you and also perhaps your curiosity because you’re a reporter and reporters are supposed to be nosey, curious and also dreaming about kissing the varsity soccer team’s captain. Yep, absolutely.  

Your pride be damned. While it kills you to admit it, it’s common knowledge to everyone in the fucking school that Taehyung is just really nice to look at, be it when he dons his jersey, a button up or his colourful printed clothes. There is no doubting his ravishing features – his sharp nose, big almond eyes, long eyelashes, perky lips and the little moles that adorn his face.

Unbeknownst to you, you cross paths with Taehyung in a day more often than you think you do. Too often for your own good. Most of the time, you can hear him before he comes into view. His boisterous laughter that highlights a lilting charm to his low voice fills your ears like a plague. It is as though he has intended to haunt you with his loud presence. And though you’ve already made up your mind to avoid him unless it’s necessary to spare him a glance, it’s quite impossible. After all, you have one job – and that is to follow Taehyung for a week.

“Hey Princess!”

You could almost hear the sneer hidden in his coo and envision it with perfect clarity, that infuriating spark in his eye whenever he manages to rile you up. You don’t turn around, your feet bringing you further away from him, but eventually come to a halt when he jogs up to you, blocking your way of passage.

“Princess!”

“I heard you the first time.”

“And you still ignored me? I’m hurt.”

“What do you want?” You grunt loudly, having absolutely no qualms about showing your displeasure.

He slings his football bag over his right shoulder and smiles, “You know, you shouldn’t be mean to a person who just bought you coffee.”

“Wha—”

With a goofy smile pulling at his lips, he pushes a tumbler towards you that was initially hidden behind his back.

“You said you don’t like lukewarm coffee and a styrofoam cup wouldn’t keep it warm by the time I pass it to you, so I got you a tumbler… Besides, you said yours wasn’t good so I figured that I’ll just get you a new one.”

Warmth violently flares in the full of your cheeks, tipping your ears pink at his words. You try not to let the fact that he remembers get to you, but he fucking remembers.

You are a college student to the bone. Turning your back on coffee would be a sin. But coffee from Taehyung? In a tumbler that he purposely bought because he fucking remembers what you said?

“How—”

He beams, simpering at your speechless self. He thinks your shocked expression is adorable, doing nothing for the wildfire claiming the land of his chest.

“Did you, like, stalk me or something?”

“Pfft. Maybe?” He runs a hand through his hair with a lopsided smile, eyes filled with mirth.

“You’re so weird.”

Despite being surrounded by the steaming, teeming mass of students in the crowded hallway, the moment you two share is as private and as comforting as sitting on the sideline bench alone.

“Enjoy your coffee! This tumbler has very good reviews, I checked! So your coffee should be still hot. If not, text me and I’ll give them a bad review.”

“W-What? Tae—”

Before you could call out for him, he has already scrambled away and blended in with the crowd. You deadpan mentally when you realise that the entire hallway is gawking at you and the tumbler around your hand. But what’s more alarming is the strange tightness in your chest and the warm, tingling feeling coursing through your fingertips that you can’t get rid of.

You start learning random things about Taehyung beyond just football and general facts that everyone knows about him. It’s surreal how drastically your relationship with Taehyung has changed over the past few days. While snarky ripostes and greasy comments (from Taehyung, of course) are still exchanged, talking and listening to each other, or just being with each other, feels almost natural to you. But you’re no longer at each other’s throats and his annoying retorts have significantly decreased.

The daily meetings bring the two of you into line: by tacit and unconscious consent, you two have begun to weave a space for each other in your lives, forming a joint narrative like a breeze in the boughs, hanging in the spaces in between the two of you.

He was telling you about how he likes comparing his cheeks to bread buns, and he likes to stuff his cheeks when he eats, and that his grandparents would get upset if he returns to his hometown with sunken cheeks. You don’t realise that you’ve been grinning this entire time listening to him ramble on about his cheeks, but your smile grows even wider at Taehyung’s lock screen when his phone lights up from a notification.

“Oh my god, is that a dog?”

“Yes!” He exclaims, a little too loudly and shoves his phone in your face, “Say hi to Yeontan! Isn’t he just adorable?”

Your heart jumps at his excited smile and the tinges of pure adoration dancing in his orbs.

“Aww, he looks like a little ball of fluff.”

“He is! But he can also be very grumpy. Like you.”

“Did you just compare me to a dog?” You fold your arms fold over your chest in faux-rage.

“Such audacity!” He raises his palm to his chest with a gasp, feigning indignation. “He’s not just a dog. He’s the best thing that has ever happened to me ever since I saw him at the shelter.”

“Shelter?”

“Oh, I volunteer at a shelter for abandoned and stray pets every month. You know, Yeontan was actually abandoned by his previous owner and I don’t know, I just had to take him in? I would take all the animals at the shelter if I could, to be honest. Maybe next time. Anyways, let me show you more pictures! I have an album full of his pictures.”

“Dude…”

“Don’t be like that. I already have a Yeontan who gets super unenthusiastic whenever I show him pictures of other dogs. I think he’s jealous.”

A small smile tugs at your lips and the edges of his lips start to curl up to a semblance of a smile as well.

“Well, Yeontannie sure is one lucky dog.”

“More like I am one lucky boy,” he beams, flashing his honey bread cheeks in all their glory.  

There’s no denying the sweet quiet of Taehyung’s presence when he’s not making stupid remarks, and this is expounded by how time seems to forget about its own existence these few days. Before you know it, it’s already dark and you’re soon packing up to head back home.

“I’ll need you to go through some fact-checking with you tomorrow. You free around 6pm?”

“Shit, I think I have something on,” Taehyung pouts, fishing out his phone from his pocket, “Let me check.”

“Oh, then it’s fine—”

“Do you want me to cancel it?”

“No! No, it’s fine!”

“It’s okay, I can just postpone it—”

“That’ll mean that you’re cancelling for me.... and you know, you don’t have to.”

“It’s just dinner with Jimin. Fact-checking is important for your article, right?” He says quietly, while his eyes come slowly round and rivet themselves upon your face.

You don’t miss the twinkle in his eyes, igniting a blaze deep in your bones and washing your senses away. All of a sudden, your throat feels constricted, breaths coming out short. You’re hyperaware of how close he is and to be honest, you feel like you’re standing in a room that’s on fire, too hot for the chilly evening which has a very high chance of rain.  

Even if you continue to insist that you despise him, you can’t help but admit that somewhere deep down, something between the two of you is now different. 

Exhaustion creeps up onto Taehyung, the pain in his arms manifested in his back as well, gradually sneaking into his legs until all his limbs are aching and stiff. Hunched over on a bench, he grits his teeth in frustration, nails digging the skin of his palms, while hot tears threaten to spill.

On Friday, you’ve walked into the team huddled in a circle, frowns all over their faces, a congealing tension evident in the air. From the clamour, it seems that one of the boys have gotten injured during practice and the team was split into two on who to be held responsible and whether there was any foul play involved.

From the sidelines, you watch Taehyung order everyone to shush and makes everyone sit down for a deconflict session. He appears surprisingly calm and addresses the issue in a collected manner. Afterwards, he invites the team to share about how they feel, allowing the conflict to openly spoken about and viewed from different perspectives. He listens attentively, like he always does with you, and speaks clearly and practically, easing the tension in the air till their teammates start coming to a consensus.  

When he sees you standing at the sidelines, he gives you a small smile that you easily see through and approaches you after making sure that his teammates are cool with one another and reminds them that whatever happens on the field stays in the field.

“So um,” you begin quietly, treading carefully around his feelings, “Are fights like that common?”

You already know the answer from looking at the size of the dark bags under his eyes. He is slowly breaking down, but still holding tightly onto the carefree façade that he puts on for show, for the team. It’s also mid-terms period and from the earlier interviews, you remember that he is on a scholarship that he cannot afford to lose because his parents are struggling to send his other siblings to school as well.

Contrary to popular belief, Taehyung isn’t an open book. He’s more of a sealed book, covered in dust and trapped in a forgotten corner of a bookstore. He has his own elusive way of dealing with ways, befriending people, treasuring the people and things around him, but he has also his own way of hiding his feelings. He hates the idea of being vulnerable with people.

He is a combination of hot and cold – sometimes you feel like he’s an old friend because of the emotional compatibility and his comfortable presence, but sometimes, he just goes back to being the cocky fuckboy he is. Maybe that’s just part of the jock persona – to deceive people into thinking that he’s more than that. But in all honesty, that’s not Taehyung and you wouldn’t compartmentalise him like that or homogenise him as just another fuckboy no matter how much you dislike him.

You think you’d know him quite well from having shadowed him the past week. It has come to your realisation that you’re no longer at each other’s throats and his annoying retorts have significantly decreased, but you’re not sure whether it’s because he’s just tired from everything to go out of his way to be annoying. But you don’t have any complaints.  

He lets out a dry chuckle at your question, his words sounding sugar crystalised and rough in his throat, “Are you asking this as a friend or as a reporter?”

“We’re friends?”

“We–”

Some threads of a biting remark begin to sew themselves together in his mind, but he stops instantly, too tired to really fabricate anything, much less bother to speak.

“Taehyung,” you call out after drawing a furtive breath, “Don’t doubt yourself. You’re a great friend and captain.”

Your soft and sincere tone permeates through Taehyung’s every last prickle of frustration, especially when you offer him a reassuring smile, “What you did out there was one of the selfless acts I’ve ever seen in a leader. And this should mean something, you know, considering that it’s coming from me.”

“Of course I am, I’m actually nicer than I look.”

“I know you’re kidding, but I’m trying to be serious here and on the off chance you’re not, fuck off.”

He remains quiet.  

“I’m serious though. It’s obviously not easy being the captain, but it’s clear that you have rightfully earned the respect from all your teammates. You handled it quite well without being biased or losing your cool.”

“I did?” His tone, deep in timbre, is so quietly surprised that it gnaws at your heart.

“Yeah.”

“Conflicts like that are a daily occurrence,” he mumbles, “But they can really break or make our teamwork and… the momentum for me as their captain, so I have to try? I have to be responsible for my guys.”

You watch how a cocky smirk instantly settles itself on his lips right after you think that he has opened up, “But I might be just great at forming relationships and team-bonding.”

“Judging from how you treat the girls around you, I don’t think that’s completely true.”

“Girls around me?”

“You’re a fuckboy. I don’t think it’s safe to say that your relationships with girls are great.”

“It’s just sex, no big deal.”

“And that gives you the right to play with their feelings?”

“Of course not, we just hook up that’s all. No hard feelings. It’s just sex with no strings attached and they all know it. Before I hook up with someone, I make it very clear that I’m not looking for anything serious. Just meaningless sex and fun.”

“Okay, but let’s say for example, a girl does end up falling for you. Is that solely her fault?”

He stops to think.

“For now, I just don’t wish to get involved in anything serious. I don’t have the time or the energy to deal with feelings.”

You scrunch your nose up in distaste when Taehyung shrugs his shoulders casually, dismissing the conversation.

You’re not someone who is easily lost for words, always quick to retort with a witty comeback, especially when it’s with Taehyung. But this time, all you could mutter is an “I see”, before pretending to focus on writing on your notepad. For some reason, you feel like your heart just took a dip. The thought of him playing around with girls leaves a bad taste in your mouth, but you can’t comprehend why. Since when did you care what Taehyung does with his life? You never did before.

Maybe it’s because at the back of your mind, you know that your said example might not exactly be one. Maybe.

Sunday arrives quicker than ever. In retrospect, you know this day would come – in fact, you’ve been waiting for this day ever since Yoongi assigned you the profile. But there’s just something – sort of a difference in the air surrounding you and Taehyung – that kneads at your heart about this coming to an end. Whatever this is.

He doesn’t say a word when you take a sip from the tumbler that he gave you, but you’re pretty sure that the way his eyes instantly lit up with a smile to match says it all.

“Oh right! Have you eaten breakfast? I, um,” he coughs awkwardly, hand scratching the back of his hand with a nervous smile, “made some sandwiches this morning.”

He turns around to his sports bag and fishes out a lunchbox, “Strawberry cream sandwiches!”

“My grandparents own a strawberry farm, so I get all the best strawberries!” He beams, and his eyes turn into little sparkly crescents. At that, your heart skips in two, one half in your throat and the other down in your gut.

“Not to be biased, but these are the tastiest and sweetest strawberries ever. Oh! After Japanese strawberries, but don’t tell my grandparents. They’ll be sad.”

“Anyways, try it,” he hands you a sandwich and you take a moment to observe how it screams Kim Taehyung at his finest. He has trimmed the bread crusts (his nemesis) and added a shit ton of cream cheese.

Taehyung’s crescent-like eyes are now staring straight into you as he watches you bite into the sandwich, anticipating for your reaction. There’s something in his gaze that makes your limbs heavy. It makes you feel trapped and lost in the depths of his eyes, warm and inviting.

You smile at the sweet and sour taste and he literally jumps with joy, flashing his honeyed cheeks.

“It’s good, right?” He chirps, beckoning you to eat more and you ignore how Taehyung’s cheeks are fully stuffed and how he chews with a natural pout on his lips.

For a moment, the world seems to be out of space and time as you sit on the bench, savouring the sweetness of everything. Taehyung is looking at you and the moment is lengthening. He becomes severely tongue-tied, no longer knowing what to say, but yearns for this moment to stay the way it is.  

“Nice weather, huh?”

“Talking about the weather now?” You ask in a bemused tone and he puffs, rolling his eyes playfully, but the growing tingle of pink on his cheeks doesn’t escape your notice.

“I-I mean... It’s nice.”

A softness settles into the lines of Taehyung’s face, and you can’t bring yourself to look away when his eyes land on yours, “It’s nice being here with you.”

And he means it. He generally feels good around you. He isn’t an anxious or socially awkward person, and he’s got tons of friends, but he still finds himself putting on a mask with most of them. A slightly louder, a more playful and enthusiastic version of himself. He almost always becomes the life of the party, the person who makes things easier and more comfortable for everyone else – breaking the silence, making jokes, drawing people out of their shells and easing them into conversations. He likes being that kind of person.

But it does get tiring, sometimes.

He likes being quiet, sometimes.

Sometimes, he just likes to curl up on the couch in his PJs and not feel like he has to be Funny! Loud! And gregarious! All at once. On some days, he just wants to laze around and watch anime till his eyes bleed. On some days, he just wants to be a normal college student without a team to manage and reputation to uphold.

You roll your eyes at his sudden confession, hoping that the warmth that sits high on your cheeks isn’t that obvious, but it probably is, from the way your heart ensnares at how Taehyung’s lips are stretched so widely across his face, his crescent eyes crinkling so adorably that you find yourself smiling too.

“You’re a loser,” you tease, shoving him lightly.

Then Taehyung is laughing, highlighting the undertones of oak and berries. He is laughing so hard that his stomach hurts and his chest aches with a drumming sound against his ribcage. Soon, laughter pokes its way across your glassy eyes, with tinges of amusement waltzing in your orbs, and pink cheeks and you’re doubling over him, with tears in your eyes and nose all scrunched up. Taehyung is holding onto you and the moment is lovely, everything is lovely.

You’re lovely.

Taehyung raises his arm to ruffle your hair, stirring up a mini tornado within you and chuckles again when you jump slightly.

“Gotta say that I’d miss having you around. You and your pesky presence. Can’t believe a week just went by just like that.”

“Rude,” you half-heartedly taunt, pushing his hand away, while a corner of your mouth curls up in retaliation.

“It was fun being your side hoe though. Do you know how many glares I’ve received by strangers, literally girls I’ve never seen before in my entire life, in the hallway? Imagine the power I have.”

“What side hoe?” He chuckles boyishly and your breath hitches, “You’re as good as my main.”  

Your heart pulses erratically in your chest, cheeks flushed with a warmth that matches the one that blooms in your heart. The way he makes your heart soar terrifies the fuck out of you.

“Not sure if I should feel honoured.”

“You know, I actually don’t know how we ended up like this. You hated me for the longest time and now we’re sitting here.”

“I did hate you, all right.”

“You have such a personality.”

“That’s another way of calling me a bitch.”

“As in… vibrant, colourful, I don’t know how else to describe you. You’re rude and endearing at the same time – it’s weird.”

The most adorable of smiles form on his face as he lets out a wholehearted laugh, it makes your insides melt.

A grin moulds on your face that resembles his own, “And you’re still a huge pain in the ass.”

“Still a bomb ass that I’ll tap.”

Later in the day, you receive a text from Taehyung. It’s not the first time that he has texted you. But little did you know that he would be a freaking double texter.

[from annoying ass jock] [18:49] hey you [18:49] do you want to grab dinner [18:49] i am very hungry right now lol [18:49] i mean you’re probably hungry unless you’ve eaten? [18:49] take this as a goodbye dinner, celebratory dinner wtv [18:51] feel free to say no tho HAHAHAHA

[you] [18:53] stfu I wasn’t going to say no [18:53] clam down [18:54] i’m kinda craving for a good burger and cheese fries

The night passes by smoother and faster than expected. Maybe it’s because you don’t realise the possibility of it being a date. The way Taehyung has asked you for dinner seems rather impromptu, so you’ve completely eliminated the idea of it being a date.

On the other hand, Taehyung himself knows that this is a date. While you’re cutting into your burger, he is furiously chewing on his fries, struggling to believe that you had even taken up his absurd offer of eating dinner together. On a Friday evening. With him. Is it a sign of peace? Or even something more?

He offers to walk you back to your dorm after that, telling you that he needs to walk off his burger. When he walks side-by-side with you, you focus at how he is so tall, how his height literally hovers over you, doing nothing but darkening the pink high on your cheeks.

When he stops in his track abruptly, you have to tilt your head upwards to look at his face, and each passing streetlamp casts his already golden skin in an orange glow, throwing tiny suns in his eyes into orbit.

Tonight is a little different.

The way he’s looking at you is a little different.

He takes your palms into his and starts playing with your fingers, allowing the two of you to stew and bask in the quiet contentment of the night.

His other hand rests gingerly on your waist, before bringing you closer to him. Then you find his lips graze the shell of your ear and shudder at his warm breath on your skin, inviting the rise of gooseflesh to scatter all over your body.

Your mind goes blank. All you can only think about how his touch on your waist burns, how ticklish his breath is on your face, and how there are little awakening tingles that shoot up your spine every time his skin comes into contact with yours. How he’s so gentle with you as if you’re a delicate piece of art.

How much you want him to kiss you.

Honestly, it takes you by surprise how much you actually want him to do just that, how much you’ve unconsciously thought about this so often that you can already imagine the ghost of his fingers down the cleft of your chin.

A fizzle of electricity runs down your spine when he brings your hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to each finger, before he brushes over your knuckles to intertwine his fingers with yours.

He’s looking at you with as much certainty as you know that he’s going to sweep in and kiss you. You offer him a smile, and it is all the reassurance Taehyung needs before he leans in to press his lips against yours. Something akin to fireworks explodes inside you, colouring your insides and nerves with rainbow sparks. It makes you feel so alive.

The gentle brush of skin becomes static charge. He takes his time with you and kisses you like he’s always had the intention of doing so, like this isn't a spur of the moment catastrophe. Like he wants more of you, needs a taste of what he’s been yearning for the longest time.

You are abstrusely drawn to Taehyung. Like planets condemned by gravity to collide, you two have become yoked as one. It’s the headiness of his scent, the taste of his lips, his tongue that carefully darts over your bottom lip and seeks entrance. It’s the way he’s kissing you, so different, so soft and gentle, like it’s grounded in something you can’t quite place, compared to the first kiss.

Taehyung’s lips are soft like the cup of his hands around your face, but it is the settling of the repeated brush of his mouth against yours that makes you almost melt into the ground.

Nipping lightly at your lower lip, his lips curl up into a smirk when he hears a gasp escape from your mouth, your heart ricocheting in your chest.  

It’s an amalgamation of teeth, hidden feelings and pure adoration that are coming to a head and finally bursting – absolutely everything you wanted and more. But even when your tongues tangle with one another, it is more sensual and romantic than hasty and lustful.

The night is upon you when he parts from you moments later, allowing you to catch the breaths that have escaped from your now swollen-red lips and come down from your highs. You’re staring at him with eyes laced with fondness, before he leans in to meet your forehead and chuckles to himself at how surreal everything is.

You shouldn’t be feeling so happy, so satisfied, but you feel like you’ve been moon-struck. God, you can’t even figure it out yourself. Not when you’re tucked into his broad sturdy chest, his chin resting on the crown of your head and hand resting gently around your waist. Listening to his heartbeat. Though you’re aware that he isn’t looking for anything serious, you want to believe that maybe, just maybe his heart is beating as thunderously as yours because he’s serious this time.

“Not about to feint surprise at how you’re still alive because I’m going to need that profile from you, but I have to ask. Did you not sleep last night?” You look up to see Yoongi raising his eyebrow at you with suspicion.

“Ah, the appearance of negation in a question – my cup of tea. Do I reply yes or no to your pervasive question?”

“Very snarky today, I see. You look like melted ice cream, topped with tasteless sprinkles.”

“And you look like a boiled dumpling.”

“Thanks.”

“I was up doing work last night.”

“You’ve already handed up all your submissions,” he replies matter-of-factly.

“I know… I just… was,” you shoot Yoongi a pointed look, “thinking about stuff.”

The change in his expression lets you in that he knows exactly about what’s up, “Thinking about stuff, huh?”

“I’m just so—”

“Whipped for Kim Taehyung and I want to tap that ass. South Korea’s ass, yeah?”

“Disoriented. The word I was going for was disoriented, thank you very much. But also, what the fuck?”

“I said what I said.”

“I also said what I said. Don’t be gross.”

“Look,” Yoongi clears his throat, as if to brace himself for his forthcoming words, “I don’t really want to be involved in whatever feud or relationship you have – look how I didn’t overgeneralise because I’m generally confused. But one thing’s for sure. You clearly have feelings for him.”

“Yeah, of course I do. Anger, impatience and animosity.”

“You know what I mean,” he sighs in incredulity and gives you a look like he can look through your soul and tell that you’re lying through your teeth.

“What the fuck, dude? Kim Taehyung is just urgh. There is nothing good about that jock – all he knows is fucking around and getting onto my nerves. Seriously—"

“Seriously? You expect me to believe that? Don’t think I didn’t notice you smiling at your laptop while working on that profile? Or how you’re glued to your phone because he’s texting you or sending you memes?”

“What?” You blurt out in disbelief.

“Don’t fight me on that – you hate texting. I’m not blind, Y/N. He obviously ignited something in you.”

“What the fuck,” you snarl, “That’s disgusting. I don’t even know what’s so interesting about him, like why the heck are people so smitten by him. They must be blind or something. I swear that I’ve lost at least 10 years of my life from spending an entire week with him. Don’t know how I’m still alive.”

“Y/N…”

“I don’t fucking understand why people put him on a pedestal. He’s really your typical jock? Another egotistical fuckboy. An airhead with no personality. I don’t understand why people like him so much—"

“Um… Taehyung…”

“What?” You flare up impatiently, acrimonious at how Yoongi keeps interrupting your hate speech, totally missing the grimace on his face.

“Y/N, Taehyung… He’s behind you.”

You spin around and your heart drowns in your chest.

The sight of Taehyung’s face of reticence at the door punches you straight in the gut. He shakes his head with a forlorn smile that you can easily see through and turns on his heels, walking away quickly.

Without hesitation, you run after him, your chest tightening with a disconsolate, stifling feeling, as if you’ve just swallowed a hard lump of cloud.

“Tae! I can explain–”

He turns around, maintaining his distance from you, “Gee Y/N, I didn’t know you hated me that much. I thought… thought that after spending all this time with me, your feelings might have changed. But you still… you still hate me, don’t you?”

“Taehyung, listen – I didn’t mean it. I j-just–”

His brows crinkled together in a tight wedge, eyes pressed shut.

“You meant it.”

“I–”

Your tongue feels heavy, like it’s made of iron.  

“You meant it,” he repeats, shoulders sunken low, crestfallen, and you swear, you see hurt in his eyes.

Your heart immediately falls with it, knowing that you’re the cause of his sadness. It feels like there’s a fist seizing your heart and squeezing it until it bursts and splatters all over the walls. When he walks away from you, the pain remains, unabated.

Only heaven and you yourself know how much you did not mean it.

When you wake up the next few mornings, it’s as if a shadow is lurking at the back of your mind.

There is a tirade running on loop in the back of your mind, the more you thought about it, the angrier you got. But anger is merely a convenient emotion that easily covered up for sorrow. You are angry at yourself for hurting Taehyung.

You’d never say it, but in between glances, hazy mornings at the field and the exchange of witty ripostes, your feelings for Taehyung have changed, unbeknownst to the world. You have no idea when it happened. When the lines that so clearly distinguished you from Taehyung became so blurred. When he stopped being irritating, an obstacle, an enemy and became something else entirely.

You don’t exactly know when you started to thaw and let your guard down to let him in, but you know that you… like seeing Taehyung smile. And you also know that you want to be one of the reasons for his smile.

Despite the overwhelming amount of work you need to attend to, these few days, you spend a lot less time working on your assignments like you should be and a lot more daydreaming about twinkling eyes and a distinctive laughter from a boxy smile. It doesn’t go past your notice – how your heart goes all erratic when a particular football player is around, his sunshine smile radiating the darkest part of your mind and threatening to break your steely, collected demeanour into bits.

You have been so scared to let him in, so afraid to let yourself fully submerge in the comfort of his touches, in the calm that envelops you when Taehyung is beside you, listening to you ramble, or when he looks at you when he thinks you’re not looking.

You tell yourself that you’d be fine. That life goes on. That Taehyung is just another almost and you can live without talking to him again like how your life was before this whole shit-show. But you remember the current that zaps you whenever he brushes his hand against yours, the ricocheting of your heart whenever you find him staring at you. You also think about the little crinkle at the edges of his eyes whenever he laughs and the music of his laughter that you’ve grown to adore. Little did you know, the warmth at the pit of your stomach has long built a house to reside in and it’s yearning for its owner to come home.  

It hurts.

It hurts because Taehyung has the prettiest, purest and brightest of all souls. He views the world in a different light with all his little quirks. You adore his ardent love for classical jazz (he accidentally played his music out loud when you were with him and gave you a whole lecture on and you didn’t stop him for he spoke so animatedly with stars in his eyes), for strawberries and his family that he would have been a farmer with his grandparents if he didn’t attend college.

Because when he loves, he loves so fiercely, softly and dearly, like the first snow, like the fresh dew on a perfectly bloomed rose. Soon, the gentle heat of the morning will send him back to the clouds and the bloom will raise her head, calling to the summer bees. Taehyung flows like honey in your soul and makes you feel so whole, but vulnerable at the same time.

He’s a dream come true, a daydream, a part of the labyrinth where reveries rest. He’s just so wonderfully and ethereally endearing.

The ache in your chest throbs especially when you spot a cute dog on the way to the café downtown and whip out your phone to snap a picture to tell Taehyung that it’s one of Yeontan’s little friends. You almost hit the send button, but your thumb freezes into place when you remember.

Right.

He’s never going to talk to you again.

It also hurts extra bad when you’re glued to your laptop, fingers hacking away to finish up the feature article on the said boy, writing about the true Kim Taehyung that currently, only you know of. But he probably hates your face right now.

“Hey, you’re—”

“Yoongi, no. I’m not alive. I’ve never felt more dead before.”

“I was going to commend you for being here today after you know, yesterday’s incident.”

He grabs a chair and sits by you and a dreadful sigh escapes from your lips because you’re well-aware that Yoongi is going to make you talk. He isn’t the type to let you ignore your feelings, preferring in honest and open communication even if it pains you to talk about your feelings because you’re so emotionally constipated.

“How are you?”

Burying your face in your hands, you somehow manage to choke out the words lodged deep in your throat, “Feel like shit. I thought I hit rock bottom. But now it’s rock bottom, 50 feet of crap and then me.”

If Yoongi notices the tremble of your fingers, he doesn’t comment on it and you’re grateful for that.

“Tell me more.”

It’s not a question.

God, you hate it when he presses. Fuck journalists and their persistence of sticking their noses into other people’s business. You want to laugh at how ironic this is.

“I don’t even know where to start,” you laugh dryly and cringe at how fake it sounds.

You have your usual self-defensive answer rolling off the tip of your tongue, “I am just another dumb bitch who fell for him.”

“You know, if you’re going to continue being like this, I don’t really know how to help you.”

“I’m not kidding. I feel so dumb for liking him. In fact, one part of me is fucking furious that I’m so vulnerable right now. I hate feelings.”

“First of all, you’re not dumb for liking him. And second of all, human beings are vulnerable and all feelings, no matter how small or insignificant or cliché they are, are all valid. That’s how we grow.”

He continues sagely, “Look, whatever happened between you two is a mess. So you hated him last time, but you’ve developed feelings for him, and that’s all that should matter, no? Don’t refuse your feelings just because you know, you’re too ashamed or scared to acknowledge them.”

Your mouth opens and then snaps close. You repeat this in your state of stupefaction as your brain tries to process everything that has occurred.

“Does it matter if I acknowledge my feelings?”

He doesn’t answer.

“He told me that he isn’t looking for anything serious. Just meaningless sex and fun. I literally just played myself.”

“I don’t exactly know what Taehyung feels about this. But what I know is that they have their first game in a few days and he hasn’t been doing well. Coach has been going really hard on him. You should go talk to him, yeah?”

“Yoongi,” you whisper helplessly, “I’m scared.”

“I know.”

He puts his hand atop yours as a form of comfort and suddenly, everything seems okay. Even if it is just in that moment.

Before you clock out of the editorial room, Yoongi sends you back with your article to vet through before giving the green light to the designers. Scrolling all the way to the bottom of the document, you realise that Yoongi hasn’t fixed anything at all to the point that you wonder if he has accidentally sent the wrong version. Until you spot his message at the bottom in really tiny font because you know, Yoongi.

I said that you’re the only person who could cover this feature article and I wasn’t wrong. Well done. Hope you know that I’ll always have your back, alive or dead.

You decide to drop by football practice the next day. Lurking near the bleachers, you jump in horror when Jungkook spots you being suspicious. From the way his eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights upon the sight of you, you know that he’s aware of the recent happenings.

“Hey,” he offers you a small smile, but you could tell from the size of the dark bags under his eyes that he is shagged to the bone.

“Hi.”

“Y/N, right? You okay?”

You let out an awkward chuckle, “Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because Cap is a mess?”

“Is he really?”

He laughs dryly, “Aren’t you here to confirm that?”

“Um—”

“Sorry, I just… the stress is getting to all of us. But especially to hyung. He’s being really grilled by Coach for the sudden dip in performance.”

“Right… I’m sorry… If I caused this. I just—”

Across the field, Coach’s whistle shrills through the air and you realise that it’s directed at Taehyung. From where you’re standing, his grunts are almost inaudible, but the sound of his voice still traverses the darkness of your mind.

“You know, this is the first thing hyung is being grilled by Coach. He’s always been Coach’s favourite, even right from the very start, so Coach doesn’t really know how to deal with him either. Hyung’s even worse than his freshman self. You know, hyung didn’t know shit about football when he first joined? It was a joke. He really worked his way up, even though all he wanted was just to play on the field.”

A sudden prick of guilt pinches at your chest.

“Hey Jungkook, could you do me a favour? Could you pass this to him? You can just leave it on top of his bag? I think he’ll know.”

When Taehyung hobbles into the locker room feeling like death after a vigorous grilling session, his legs almost collapse on the floor. But then he sees a lunch box atop his bag and runs towards it, huffing louder than usual, so hard that he feels like his lungs might collapse like his legs. And when he opens it, only to see a nicely packed strawberry sandwich with a little post-it note on top of it, he lets out a huge breath and for the first time in years after his grandmother’s passing, Taehyung cries.  

Don’t tell your grandparents (sorry!) but these are Japanese strawberries. Good luck for Sat, Yeontannie and I believe in your galaxy 💜

A big commotion startles Taehyung from his mandatory quiet time that he sets aside before each game. He’ll put on his headphones and play his jazz playlist to meditate for at least a good 10 minutes, allowing both his muscles and mind to rest. But even his noise-cancelling headphones can do so much in blocking out his rambunctious and adrenaline-filled teammates.

“Captain! Your girlfriend’s here!”

“Captain!”

“Tae!”

“Wha—”

Before Taehyung could even remove his headphones to bark at his teammates for disturbing his peace, the door that swings open reveals his very confusion, rendering him utterly speechless.

He sees you standing there with an apprehensive expression, looking out of place as fuck, and if it’s possible, Taehyung can hear the gears in your brain turning frantically from here.

When your eyes land on Taehyung sitting across the room, the first thought that pops into your mind is that it feels like eons since you’ve last seen his face. It’s only been a few days, but you miss seeing him. You miss him so fucking badly.

He looks tired. There are dark circles painting his under-eyes and frown lines on his forehead and that doesn’t sit well with you, because there’s always either an annoying smirk or a bright smile plastered on his face.

For moments and moments, your eyes rest on the boy in front of you, drinking in his presence – the coruscating eyes and pretty lips behind his inspired, untiring voice.

“Hi,” he breathes with an indifferent expression, removing his headphones hastily before he stands up to close the gap between the two of you. The nervous flickering of your eyes doesn’t escape his notice.

“Hey,” you whisper back, lips quivering. There are many more words on the tip of your tongue, but the prevailing fear that catches in your throat freezes your lungs.

The boys have filed out of the locker room to give you two some privacy and now the world is basking in their awkward, ricocheting off the window in a quiet plea for noise. It is so quiet that if you focus more, you could hear the erratic thumping of your heart.

“How’s your article?” Taehyung asks and silence comes to splinter like a stone thrown at a wall, colliding with it and shattering like lightning bolts.

A frown settles itself on your temple at how he is trying to make everything seem all right. How the first thing he does is ask you about your article when you’re the one clearly at fault and he isn’t even showing signs of anger towards you. How could he be so selfless?

“It’s fine,” you mumble, “But I’m not here to…. I’m…”

Without warning, you go on your toes and reach for the rosy flesh on his mouth. At your touch, his entire body softens. It feels like there’s a cavernous hole in his aching heart.

“I’m sorry, Tae.”

Taehyung gives you a little nod, his way of saying it’s okay, before closing his eyes until they disappear in the shadows of his long black lashes.

You kiss him with profound earnestness that had been missing during the first kiss, dusting kisses over every inch of his blushing features, until you’re breathless, dizzy with want. There’s this inexplicable spark of desire growing within you and warming your body from inside out. Your heart longs for him, marvels in how right it feels to be in his arms, to kiss him, to be as close to him as possible.

Gosh, you’ve missed this so much.

Taehyung’s hands find your face, cradling your cheeks as if you’re the most delicate flower he has ever encountered, as if your petals would tear apart if he wasn’t gentle with you. He doesn’t look away from your eyes, searching your gaze silently. Now that you’re here, standing right in front of his very eyes, it makes everything all the more painful.

You move your hand to the back of his neck, pulling him into another gentle kiss, falling onto him like moonlight on a window seat.

“Princess…” He calls for you, voice deep and huskier than you’d ever heard it, and the timber of it sends shivers raking down your spine, “You know that I’m physically incapable of being angry or upset with you.”

The two of you move silently in each other's orbits, solitary planets in a lonely galaxy.

“I’m sorry for everything,” you whisper against his lips as his fingers play with the hem of your shirt.

“Hey, it’s okay, love. I’m just happy that you’re here.”

More words are lost on his tongue as he seizes the opportunity to drink in the sight of you, his eyes trace the outline of your visage, from the curve of your nose to the arch of your philtrum and down to the soft of your lips.

“Are we just going to stare at each other until the buzzer rings?” You joke.

“Can I? I haven’t looked at your face enough lately,” he laughs, “Missed your face. A lot.”

His eyelashes brush against his cheeks, following the stare of your eyes into deep brown irises. When he leans a fraction of a space closer, his bangs brush softly against your forehead.

“Taehyung…” You breathe out, reaching out to caress his face, fingers brushing away his bangs from his eyes, “Can I ask you something?”

“As a friend or a reporter?”

“Neither,” you reply, “I just wanted to know… Since when?”

“Since when?” He tilts his head.

“Since when did you start having feelings for me?”

He laughs like it’s an obvious question, tugging the fallen strand of your hair behind your ears. His expression is hard to decipher, it’s a combination of amusement and endearment, but he is smiling so widely that it’s almost blinding.

“I’ve always liked you, Y/N. Remember when Yoongi-hyung introduced you to me and you were angry about something?”

“I’m always angry about something.”

“I thought you were interesting as fuck.”

“You’re fucking weird.”

“Okay, but can you at least tell me why you hated me?”

“Fine. It’s because… Iwasjealousathowyou’regoodateverything.”

“W-What?”

“I was jealous… because you’re good at everything. Like without even trying. And I thought it was plain unfair, because people like me need to work so hard to do well, while there are people like you who are just… born talented.”

“I—”

“But after getting to know you, I realised that I’ve completely misunderstood you. You hide a lot of things about yourself, but you’re incredibly humble and hardworking even though you’re fucking annoying and cocky. And you’re so selfless, you offer help to your teammates when you notice them struggling. And you’re also so nice to everyone, you make them feel comfortable. Y-You kind of bring light to everyone around you. That’s just your charm, I guess.”

You reach out to hold his hand, but he beats you to it, taking your palm into his. He starts playing with your fingers, mapping every whorl of the ridges on your fingertips.

“Remember the day Yoongi introduced us to each other? It was also the day I failed my scholarship interview. I was up against you and there was only one slot left. You got it, so when you were teasing me for being grumpy, I kind of took my anger out on you. Felt like you were making fun of me.”

“Shit,” he curses under his breath, “I was smiling at you because I found you cute, dumbass. I kept pestering Yoongi-hyung to introduce me to you so when he finally, I was so nervous and didn’t know how to behave in front of you. I didn’t even know that I was up against you for the scholarship.”

When Yoongi first introduced you to Taehyung, he thought that you two would hit off long. But he didn’t take into account the fact that Taehyung and you are polar opposites – your petulance and Taehyung’s happy-go-lucky attitude is a stark juxtaposition. So when Taehyung opened his mouth and told Yoongi (right in front of you, bitch) that you looked like you were about to cry, his chin tilted up slightly, one eyebrow cocked, right after you found out that you failed your scholarship, so it was a straight-up no for Kim.

“Well, we’re both dumb.”

You look away in faux-annoyance, desperately trying to prevent your cheeks from igniting under the warm gaze that deftly lights upon you. “Long story short: I’m mean and I don’t deserve you.”

He cups your face with a smile so bright that his nose scrunches up adorable, “What are you on about? We were made to complete the living hell of each other.”

This prompts another fond smile to play on your lips, one so tight it hurts your cheeks.

When you realise that time’s running out, you tip-toe to press another kiss on his cheek, “For good luck. Go out there and get the trophy for me, bitch.”

The smile you give is soft and pink-cheeked, but familiar in every kind of way and for the umpteenth time, Taehyung gets the fucking air truly knocked out of his lungs. He’s a goner.

“You know,” his eyes are soft and there’s a wisp of a smile on his rosy lips, “I’ll get you the moon if you asked. But you deserve so much more than just the moon, Princess.”

If there’s one thing you know, it’s that you have almost always wanted to kiss Kim Taehyung. From the very start. And if there’s one thing that you don’t, it’s that the same boy will almost always kiss you back until you’re drowning in honey.

After Taehyung receives the trophy and lifts it high in the air for everyone to see with his teammates cheering around him, the entire ordeal almost has you in tears and you run to him, pressing kisses and bites down necks and collarbones. The ministrations don’t stop even when the two of you waltz-dance and skip all the way to his apartment, never getting enough of each other’s touches.

Taehyung’s fingers knot in your hair, controlling the kiss, his other hand finding purchase on the curve of your waist and teeth digging into the swell of your lower lip. You let out a whine that only encourages Taehyung to press against you closer and kiss you harder, in such a primal way that has heat swirling in your belly and wetness to pool between your thighs.

Your fire to him is the most peerless of lights.

Adrenaline runs through his entire body, lighting up his nerves like fireworks as he removes your shirt and openly soaks in the sight of your body, how your breasts are cupped by your lacey bra and how you’re blushing fervently.

“So pretty for me. All for me.”

You don’t miss the way he growls and licks his lips, eyes hooded as he stares at you like you’re a piece of meat that he can’t wait to devour. And his actions prove his ardent hunger when he grabs your chin and tilts it to the side, before attaching his lips greedily to the skin on your neck and licking a stripe over the flesh. He carries on nibbling on the sensitive part of your skin, sucking and biting in a way that is sure to leave you crying for more.

“Wow, and I thought you’d be tired after the game.”

He is already breathing heavily as he towers over you, biting back his moans, rocking his hips upwards for some needed friction.

“Can’t be tired when I’m just getting started with you.”

He pushes you onto the bed and comes crawling to hover over you within seconds as he connects his lips aggressively with your neck once more. While he continues to suck faint lilac bruises into your skin, you can’t help but jut your hips firmly against his, an instinctive reaction to feel more of him.

He groans loudly and this spurs you to give another experimental roll of your hips over his. This time he freezes and accidentally bites down on your neck a little harder than before which earns another sharp gasp from you, but this only douses the flames licking your abdomen. He leans back to apologise, but his words are lost at the tip of his tongue when you continue to grind against him shamelessly. His hands fall to your hips, nails digging firmly in place, and holds you down against his raging boner that now pokes at your inner thighs.

Thrashing in Taehyung’s grip, you sit up, hands finding the courage to explore the soft material of his shirt. Running your fingers over the buttons, you hastily tug it off him, lingering your fingers over his bare skin that you desperately want to kiss with your lips, lick with your tongue and mark with your teeth as yours.

You feel his hunger swallow you whole, his gaze leaving trails of fire as they run all over your body, electrifying you all over.

“Can I eat you out?” His voice is deep, much huskier than ever, and the timber of it sends shivers raking down your spine.

“God, why did you ever think that I would say no?”

In the briefest of moments, Taehyung tugs your shorts down with a grunt. Your eyes lock briefly, heat blooming like a stove burner, flaring up with that low flickering blue when you notice the pure, unadulterated lust in his concupiscent eyes. Fizzy warmth floods your belly, the knot of lust tightening within your abdomen.

His hands rub at your thighs, spreading them widely as he moves down the expanse of your body. There’s a raw power hidden in his hands and it’s tantalisingly arousing to feel those fingertips pressing into the meat of your thighs, wandering under you to squeeze at your ass.

Leaning in, he begins to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses over your bare torso, before trailing lower to your inner thighs and giving them a few kitten licks. You squirm underneath him at the intimacy, while an involuntary gasp leaves your lips at the sensation of his warm breath and lips dusting across your sensitive skin. The sudden stimulation leaves you aching for his lips to be somewhere else, somewhere where it’s throbbing to be touched, to be filled.

Taehyung seems to sense exactly what you want and the next thing you know, you’re falling back onto your elbows and his nose is pressed into the cotton of your underwear. He inhales deeply and groans, eyes cloudy with lust and pleasure, relishing the unbidden scent of your arousal.

Fucking hell.

The hot of his tongue starts teasing your bud through the sheer fabric, sucking through your underwear. Timidly, you lift your lips up, seeking for friction, but Taehyung doesn’t relent, pushing you back down.

“Gotta be patient, Princess.”

When he finally, like finally, removes your soaked underwear, he dips his head between your thighs and licks a long, languid strip along your folds. This elicits a loud keen from you, hips bucking but he winds his arms under your legs and over your hips to properly restrain you. He begins slowly again, lapping up your juices like a man starved, his satisfied whimpers sending vibrations straight to your clit.

“You smell so fucking good,” he continues on to wrap his plush lips around your clit, growling against your pussy and you feel it vibrate deep in your core, “But taste even fucking better.”

Ecstasy washes over you and you cry out, pleasure hot and sharp shooting through your veins to feed the tightening coil in your abdomen as you writhe in his iron grasp, fingers grasping for purchase at his hair.

“Can fucking eat you out all day, want to bet?”

His teeth scrape lightly against the nub when he speaks, and your back arches at the pleasure. He continues to slurp up whatever you offer him, before giving in to your unspoken request, trailing a finger up your folds and sliding it in.

You’ve always known that Taehyung has long, slender fingers – you’ve noticed how long and pretty they are when they’re wrapped around the football, when he waves to you and when he plays with your fingers. And perhaps, you’ve thought about him doing things to you with those fingers before, but now that he has his finger in you, you cannot emphasise how otherworldly it feels. Fucking delirious.

His long digit meets no resistance, instantly enveloped in the tight, slick heat of your core as he goes in knuckle-deep and adds another finger, and it makes you feel so full that you’re losing your mind. You scream even more when he fucks you deep with both his knuckles and the flat of his hot tongue, bringing the inklings of stars behind your eyes.

His fingers continue to pump into you in a quicker succession that has you trembling and keening. Your pussy gushes at his merciless, erratic flicks and pokes at your hot spots, clenching around his fingers and soaking them in your intoxicating sweetness. Shockwaves begin to tear through you and you’re coming too hard and too fast. But Taehyung doesn’t stop and continues to suck harder to help you ride out the pleasure, the squelch of his tongue lapping at your juices filling the entire room in their entirety.

“Please, Tae, please I’m c-close. Your fingers… Fuck. Feel so good. Fuck, fuck!”

You’re dripping, leaking even by now and when he detaches away from your clit to look at you, you can see your own juices glisten on his lips, dribble down to his chin, and it’s the hottest thing you’ve ever seen. The throb in your core has never been more torturous.

He leans in to give your clit another chaste kiss and your hips buck up instantly into his face as he gathers the arousal onto his tongue, tasting the heavenly mix of your juices and his saliva.

“Does Princess want to taste how sweet she is? Princess likes my fingers, doesn’t she?” He purrs, coating your juices with his fingers and holding them up so you can see how they coruscate in the dim light.

Nodding hazily, you open your mouth and he doesn’t hesitate to slide three of his digits in and you suck the evidence of your own bliss off his skin, enjoying your own taste and the weight and fit of his slender fingers in your mouth. Taehyung swallows in satisfaction and fervour at how dirty you look.

“Fuck, Y/N. Can’t wait to fuck you. Going to fuck you so good you can’t walk for days.”

A spark of a fire in the very core of your being, beginning to fizzle outward at his words.

Without warning, he pounces onto you, planting kisses on your jawline and down your neck again. When you crane your neck to give him more space, he takes his time, hard muscle of his tongue lapping at your sweet skin, lips sucking until a bruise begins to bloom.

“So fucking beautiful, God,” he croons, threading his fingers through your hair as he groans at how hot this is.  

“Taehyung,” you breathe, looking up through your eyelashes, vision hazy with lust, “Want your fat cock in my fucking mouth. Please?”

Taehyung grunts loudly at your crude request, rolling his eyes in a mixture of disbelief and pleasure. He wants your words, this exact memory, to be burned into the very cells of his brain.

“Yeah? Princess wants my dick?”

Pushing his sweats and underwear down with swift fingers, you watch how his dick slaps hard against his stomach. It is searing red at the tip, the head thicker than the shaft, begging to be touched.

You want to fucking sit on it, suck him till you’ve milked him of all his cum. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on before, not when his long fingers are wrapped around his fat cock, giving it a couple of quick strokes. Fuck, his fingers can barely wrap around his dick and that itself makes you dizzy with arousal.

“Open wide, sweetie.”

You throw yourself in front of his thighs, mouth wide, sticking your tongue out in anticipation. You can’t help but moan out loud when Taehyung slaps the head of his dick against your cheek, spreading precum all over, and then on your tongue, before slowly feeding you his cock. Fuck, you feel so dirty.

Taehyung’s cock rests heavy on your tongue, throbbing in the wet heat of your mouth. You lick a long stripe with your tongue on the underside of his length, feeling the very veins that have popped out.

He doesn’t believe that it’s happening. He can’t, not at how he has dreamt about this more times than he can count with both hands, and now it is actually fucking happening.

He grunts, “Dreamt about this so many times. You have no idea how many times I’ve jerked off to this.”

“Jerked off to what?” You tease as your fingers wrap themselves around the base of Taehyung’s dick to keep it steady, massaging his balls every now and then, as you suck noisily around the tip. Running your tongue along the side of his shaft and then back up to swirl your tongue at his slit to lick at his precum, you rejoice in the almost pained whine he lets out.

“Jerked off to you on your knees, looking pretty as fuck, while sucking my fat cock,” he smirks, without blinking an eye at the announcement of his fantasy.

Shuddering at his words, you start to bob your head, taking a little more of him every time you go down until you’re choking and your eyes are watering.

“Fuck yeah, just like that. Does Princess want me to fuck her throat? Feel so full and good?”

A low groan rumbles from deep within his throat, bordering on animalistic, which sends tremors of desire to thrum through your veins.

Peering up through fluttering lashes at Taehyung with your plush lips stretched wide around him, you smile at his fucked-out expression and proceed to alternate licking between his balls and his hard shaft.

When you take his cock into your mouth again, you purr at the fullness of him, opening your mouth wider to take him deeper until he’s fucked himself to the hilt of your throat, your nose buried in the tussock of cleanly trimmed pubic hair at his navel.

“Not so snarky anymore now with my cock in your mouth, huh?”

You don’t reply. The darkness in your eyes is enough to send a punch of heat straight into the pit of Taehyung’s gut and he can’t help but buck his hips forward, sliding right into the wet, hot vice of your throat, fucking right into your throat ruthlessly, leaving you a whimpering, writhing mess.

You don’t stop suckling with your lips, coating his length in saliva and then pull off with a little 'pop’, your hands still working at the base of Taehyung’s cock, fondling his balls.

“C-Cum,” your lips gleam in saliva and precum, “Please… Cum on my face.”

“Want me to come all over your face, doll? You’re so fucking dirty.”

Taehyung grips at his cock, stroking it a few times, before he taps his cock against your cheek again. His mind is sent in turmoil when you stick your tongue out and before he knows it, he’s ejaculating in thick spurts all over your face.

You look so fucking pretty with globs of white all over your chin and cheek and Taehyung shivers in ecstasy, a growl ready at the back of his throat, “Y-You really have no idea what you do to me.”

You lick off what he can, relishing in the taste of Taehyung as you swipe your thumb over your mouth to coat it with his cum and suck on it, while your other hand reaches behind to squeeze his ass.

“You weren’t kidding about your ass,” you whirl, slapping his ass and loving the way it jiggles.

“Yeah? It’s all yours, Princess.”

Taehyung traces the knobs on the base of your spine with his other hand, finding warm and soft skin. You let out another desperate sound against your lips, feeling a shock of electricity zip through your back down to your very core.  

Arching your back, you throw your head back and Taehyung takes this opportunity and slips his tongue in the hot wet of your mouth and licks fervently at the four corners, rougher and needier this time round.

It’s as if all at once, something connects between you two. You find it impossible to breathe properly, hands fisted in Taehyung’s locks, dizzy and lightheaded and hot all over. Taehyung’s teeth scrape over your bottom lip. It’s almost impossible to pull away, but when you finally break apart, a strand of saliva connects your mouths together and it lands on your chest.

“Fuck, so dirty,” Taehyung’s eyes are golden, blown wide, and he smiles at you so dearly that it makes your chest gnaw. It’s the littlest of moments and softest of gasps that render you breathless. Every part of your body that Taehyung has touched feels like it’s on fire, but it’s the deep timber of his voice, almost a growl, that makes you feel like he’s melting.

“So wet for me.”

He yearns to memorize the map of your body, the trenches of the grooves on your lower back, the stars living in your eyes, the parts of your body that have you shuddering from the pleasure.

You can feel it, the tip of his cock brushing against your wetness and you let out a soft plea. Your stomach ties into a knot when he slaps his dick against your clit a few times, loving how his head is already soaked by your juices. When you search for his eyes, you see that his irises are long gone, blanketed with pure, unadulterated lust.

“Want you. Want you to fuck me with your fat cock, Tae.”

He has to bite his own flesh to suppress the feral moan threatening to drip from his swollen, red lips, “Fucking hell. Can’t believe you used to hate me. Now here you are, begging me to fuck you.”

Your breath hitches when you feel him enter you, his cock pushing against your walls and stretching you out so good. He eases his cock slowly until it fills you the brim, pushing against your hot walls until he can go no further.

“You’re so tight for me. Feels fucking good,” he breathes out with a hazy smile, and your eyes flutter closed.

He doesn’t move for a moment, allowing you to adjust to the stretch and burn, before the wriggle of your hips urges him to move and he knows that he’s about to take you higher than ever. He lifts his lips to almost pull all the way out, the tip nestling an inch within your entrance, and without warning, slams back into your cunt, drawing a choked moan from the both of you as his length drags against your walls and hits a spot deep inside you.

Your back arches off the bed at the pleasure, a sharp cry leaving your lips.

“Fuck yeah, you like that princess? Going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, yes! Fuck Taehyung. You feel so good.”

This only prompts him to repeat the movement a few more times, until he settles on pounding into you mercilessly with a precision that he flaunts on the field. He continues fucking into that same sensitive spot over and over again with no signs of slowing down, finally able to fulfil the primal, animalistic need and urge that has accumulated ever since the day he met you.

As his hips snap into yours, his palm remains gentle on your face, his tongue hot and assimilating your own so passionately and tenderly that it makes your heart melt. There’s just something so tangibly tender and sensual about the way he’s kissing you, while fucking you senseless, as if he wants you to know how much he wants this, how much he wants to give himself to you with each stroke.

How much love he has to devote to you.  

“Faster, faster, don’t stop, Taehyung. Fuck.”

You can feel every drag of Taehyung’s thick cock inside you, his ridges sliding against your walls and hitting that little bundle of nerves inside you that has got you babbling nonsense and your eyes rolled all the way up.

Screwing your eyes closed, the sparks glow brighter, and your moans heighten in pitch, while you sink your teeth into the swollen flesh of your lower lip. Above you, Taehyung learns that your mouth is sinful from the way you’re repeating curses and cries like a mantra and from the way drool is dripping down your chin. It’s just how unbelievably rough he’s fucking you, rough enough that you’re convinced there will be bruises all over your body and he’s going to rip you apart. But maybe that’s what you want, maybe that’s exactly what Taehyung intends to do to you.

“Say please.”

He then sits up and leans back to rest on his calves, before he hikes your leg up to rest over his shoulder, effectively folding you into half, and pulls you towards him roughly to fuck into you harder. You keen loudly at the new angle, how he’s able to fuck into you so much deeper, hands clawing at the sheets and dragging long, red marks on his back.

“Please, Taehyung. Please, you fuck me so fucking good.”

He smirks at how helpless you are underneath him and frees his hand from your thigh, reaching to search for yours, intertwining them tightly.

Which each thrust, the both of you grow closer to your impending orgasms, excitement curling in your abdomen along with pleasure that shoots straight to your core as Taehyung continues to pummel into your welcoming heat, strong thighs trembling against the backs of yours.

His other hand rest on your hips as his fingers squeeze and caress your skin each time you curse and whimper his name lasciviously, blending in with the symphony of skin slapping against skin, of his balls and thighs smacking against your ass that stirs the silence.

“I’m on the pill. Cum inside me, please. Want your hot cum in me.”

“Princess wants to be my personal cum-dumpster, doesn’t she?”  

Taehyung dips his head over your chest and takes your nipple into his mouth, sucking it lavishly as if the taste of you is suddenly too much to bear. You wail in pleasure, back arched all the way up, the grip on his hand tightening as your hips rise to meet the brutal thrusts of his hips, pleasure shooting white hot to join the heated desire in your core.

That’s all you need to lurch over the edge. The coil within your core suddenly snaps with the tension and then comes the onslaught of immense white-hot pleasure, curling and roaring like a beast in your stomach, the pressure between your legs immeasurably high. You clamp around him one last time, galaxies firing in the murky red of your eyelids as he coaxes you through your orgasm.

You know Taehyung’s close too – now faster, more erratic, as he chases his release relentlessly. For a moment, all you can see is glorious light, blinding your vision until it consumes you whole and you’re shaking ferociously.  

Your eyes roll to the back of your head when Taehyung comes hard with a harsh shudder and an animalistic growl from between his clenched teeth, thrumming at his warm seed inside you. He isn’t done with you yet though. When he pulls out, the emptying sensation of his cock being drawn out of your walls gives rise to another wail from you, but you forget all over it when he rubs the swollen tip of his dick against your clit in a circular movement, playing to its sensitivity and pushing in his cum inside you again. His personal cum-dumpster.

Taehyung kisses you once more just because he can, and then lets his eyes run over the girl in front of him and his mind goes blank because wow, that actually happened – and it certainly did, evident from the mussed hair, blown hazy pupils, lovebites all over flustered skin and the soft, dreamy smile belonging to a pair of swollen-red lips.

This, Taehyung registers despite the giddy turbulence in his mind, is the most beautiful smile he has ever seen. So unbelievably, heart-wrenchingly beautiful that he can feel something in his chest splinter.

There’s a passing second of staring at each other, your cheek deep in the pillow, his head lulled against the headboard.

Taehyung lets out a chuckle, airy and filled with a rasp of post-sleep that would never come. He moves slowly, creaking the mattress in droning successions as he slips his arm around your waist, dusting little kisses on your nose before bringing up your hand to his lips. You realise that he likes doing that.

He stares at you for a long while, thumb over the back of your hand in tandem with the flick of his eyes, back and forth, between yours.

Even in the dark, Taehyung’s lovely flush is brilliant, otherworldly effervescent.  

“You know when you said those things to Yoongi, I knew you said it out of a fit, but I couldn’t help but be upset about it.”

“Tae—”

His lips quirk upward on the edges into something knowing, “Then I realised that this was the first time I was genuinely upset about someone’s opinion about me. I usually don’t care what people think of me. I mean I don’t live to impress them, so this made me realised that I actually care a lot about what you think about me. About how you feel about me, whether I’m just a dumb fuckboy to you or whether you see the real me.”

He presses another kiss to your knuckles and your entire body tingles with warmth, “Then it hit me. That you know, maybe I really, really do have feelings for you and I want you to like me too. Like for real. I know I said that I don’t have the time and energy to deal with feelings. But you… You drive me insane. I used to be cynical about being so vulnerable for someone, and it’s so scary how much you can yearn for someone’s attention and affection. It’s just crazy – the things you do to me.”

As his words spill into the spaces between you, you simmer in the comfortable silence, ignoring the sharp tugs at your heartstrings.

“Never thought I’d live to see this day,” he mumbles, before pressing a kiss to your forehead with an earnestness that heightens the tugs at your heartstrings.

“Talk about character development,” you joke, burying your face in his chest and finding solace in the warmth of the sweet honey gold that he possesses. His hand on your waist begins caressing the small of your back, bringing you closer to him, until his nose is settled in the crook of your neck.

“Looks like my YOLO-ing did me some good,” he whispers into your ear and there’s a resplendent lilt to his voice.

It takes you a while for you to realise that he’s referring to the fake quote you’ve assigned to him.

Taehyung smiles at your deadpan expression and it’s the most beautiful thing in the world. His mouth is pulled into a rectangle and his eyes are curved into crescents. You realise this a long time ago, but you will finally admit to it now – Taehyung is beautiful. He is so beautiful that he could rearrange continent with that smile of his.

When he laughs and the moonlight catches on the flecks of gold in melted brown, that’s when you know that you’re struck with a love the size of the entire galaxy for him. To hell with your past hatred and feud with him, you’re just grateful to have your entire universe lying right beside you, right in this moment, under the burning light of the great, yellow moon that hangs heavy and radiant above the two of you.

that’s it. that’s the mammoth i’ve been brewing over the past few months (and rushing it like mad over the past two weeks)! i wanted to depict tae as accurately as possible so i made sure to include the little tiny details and quirks of his ;; did you know that he was the one who coined the term bread cheeks??? there’s a video of him comparing his cheeks to bread buns and i think that started the entire trend i’m just. i never want tae to be sad he has the purest and biggest heart

thank you so much for reading this and if you enjoyed it, please please hit that like or reblog button or/and hmu in my inbox/dms! ♡ i love receiving asks and messages tho sometimes ;; i just disappear from the face of the earth. i literally post a fic every 6 months sobs but next up sugarplum elegy (and i promise i won’t take another 6 months, my aim to upload it is end june!) love you guys  much and remember to take care of yourself – i believe in your galaxy ☁️💫💜💞🌃✨

[poguesholland]

First Kiss | Tom Holland

Where you and your bestfriend, Tom, are at a pool party and sneak away for peace quiet. A deep conversation leads to you explaining that you’ve never had a first kiss, or most firsts.

Warnings: fluff, some cursing.

  “This party’s giving me a bloody headache.” Tom complains, squinting his eyes making a giggle fall from your lips. He leans backwards and rubs his temples, to over-exaggerate. You shove him gently immediately shielding yourself from his next move, but you were too late as Tom used his legs in the pool to drench you in water. “Tom!” You yell and he laughs. He reaches a hand to ruffle your wet hair, “There! Ravishing!”. You glare at him but can’t hold your stare before both of you burst into fits of laughter.

Tom gets up, and so do you. “Can we take a walk, a bit of a breather?” Tom suggests, running his hands through his wet hair. You nod, “I’ll get a towel,”. “No need, I just really need to go somewhere without this horrid music”. “Of course, Tommy. Lead the way.”

Both of you end up sitting on the grass in front of a lake, laughing at all the stories you both told. The conversation takes a bit of a deep turn, like most of your conversations, making both of you forget about the cold and your shivering bodies.

“Tom, can I ask you something? A bit, personal..” you wonder, looking at his curious blue eyes. “Of course”. “What was your first kiss like?” It comes out as a mumble. You look away from his face and you feel his gaze on your face. “Well, Um..” He trails off, reaching a hand to scratch at the back of his neck. “I was eleven and the best way to describe it is, well, gay.” A gasp flies from your lips before laughing loudly. “No fucking way! Your first kiss was with a-” You start but you were cut off. “With my cousin, Liam.” He deadpans before turning bright red. “I think it’s safe to assume you hated it” “Extremely.” 

Tom sighs before leaning against the tree, being careful as it could prick his bare back. You shuffle closer until you rest your head against his chest, not thinking anything of it as both of you have cuddled and slept in the same bed a million times before. But you couldn’t help the butterflies in your stomach, fantasising that one day you could be more than friends. You let that fantasy drift off and push it away like every other time it comes up, knowing it would never happen. Ever.

“What was your first kiss like?” Tom asks you, and you turn a blush red. “C’mon Y/N! Tell mee!” He whines like a little boy, gently shoving you with his shoulder but not enough to hurt you. You shake your head and turn away so he wouldn’t see your embarrassed face. “Please? It’s not like you haven’t had it yet.”. Tom hears you let out a breath, “Wait, seriously?”. He sits up immediately, “You haven’t had your first kiss yet!” You shove him and mumble a ‘shut up’, feeling more embarrassed than ever.

“I don’t mean it that way- Fuck, It’s perfectly normal to wait for the right person to have your first kiss with Y/N.” Tom tries to say but you wouldn’t face him. “Yeah right” You scoff, crossing your arms. “I’m being serious! It’s actually kinda cute, you know. I wish mine was a bit more special or regular, for that matter” He continues at the end to mumble on and on about how his kiss was quote “A bloody disaster”, his english accent making the words sound almost gibberish.

“Y/N! I’m sorry, I promise you I didn’t mean it that way” Tom genuinely apologises, making you turn to face him and mumble an ‘It’s okay’. “So, who do you want to have your first kiss with?”. You. “I- I don’t know, well.. No, Um-” You stutter and Tom catches on that you were hiding something. “You liar! Who is it!” The boy exclaims excitedly making you giggle. “Don’t worry ‘bout it Tommy, I wouldn’t even dream of that actually happening. He’s way out of my league” You sigh and look down at your lap.

 Tom’s hand finds your chin and tilts your head to look up at his sincere eyes, “Hey. Whoever this idiot is, he’s missing out on a wonderful girl, Okay? Not the other way ‘round”. You raise your eyebrows as if to say ‘That’s funny’ but Tom doesn’t let it go unnoticed. “I would kill him if i could! Anyone should kill to be with an amazing girl like you, not to mention gorgeous. Your personality is also amazing and if he can’t see that then he doesn’t deserve to have you spend even a second of your day thinking about him. Promise.” You listen to his words with your heart beating so fast it could stop. “Tom, do you mean that?” You ask him quietly and he furrows his brows, “Of course I do, I meant every word I said. I wouldn’t have said that if it wasn’t true.” Tom says quietly, his hand now moving to brush some of your hair out of your face and cupping your cheek. 

You couldn’t help but lean slightly into his warm hand, pursing your lips as you stare at the beautiful boy in front of you. Some of his brown soft hair flops onto his forehead as he bites his inner cheek, no sign of lying written anywhere on his face. You feel his hand that was resting on the back of you bikini top move slightly towards your waist and pulls you closer to him before rubbing small circles with his thumb on your skin. “Tom?” You call out to him quietly, even though he was centimetres away from you. “Yeah?” His breaths fans your face as both of you almost whisper to each other, as if someone was around to hear you. “If you could re-do your first kiss again, who would you kiss?” You ask him with a hopeful heart and you could’ve sworn you saw his eyes glace at your lips. 

Tom licks his lips and looks away for a second biting his inner cheek even harder, like he was trying to convince himself not to do something before looking back at you. You could read him like a book, but you didn’t understand. He looked like he was holding himself back from something, eyes filled with so much need as they gaze into yours. Tom raises his eyebrows in disbelief and mutters under his breath, “I- Jeez, God, you’re clueless.” His thumb brushes against your cheek as he tilts his head down, closer to yours. “I would kiss you, Y/N. I would kiss you everyday if I had the chance, all the time. Of course I would kiss you. I would kiss you right now if I could” Tom breathes out, eyes flickering towards your lips again. “You can” You answer quietly, the tip of your nose brushing against his. 

Tom has to do a double take, before his lips brush against yours, mumbling to himself. “Thank god.” Tom tilts your head before his soft lips pressed against yours, stifling a quiet breath from leaving your lips. You held it for a few seconds, before your lips began to move in perfect sync, slowly. He exhaled through his nose, not wanting to let go. His hand moved from your cheek to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair. His fingers lightly pulling you into him, adding more pressure to your lips, deepening the kiss. 

All you could focus on was Tom. On the soft moan he lets out and the intoxicating feeling of his lips. They felt so gentle, so warm. Your hands slide up his chest as the kiss began to grow more passionate. Tom's hand tightened around your waist, leaning even further into you as he couldn’t get enough of you. You felt yourself being pushed against the tree, Tom’s body pressing against yours as both of you let out heavy breaths inbetween the kiss. 

Both of you pull away and rest your foreheads against each other, catching your breath. You open your eyes to find Tom already looking at you with a grin, immediately catching you off guard by kissing you again and using his hand on your head to guide your lips against his. You let out a muffled sigh “Tommy,”, your hands moving up to grip the side of his neck. Not wanting to, you pull away and your cheeks turn bright red. Tom’s hand brushes over your cheek as he keeps eye contact before breaking it and realisation sweeps over him.

 “Shit, Why’d I- God. I- I shouldn't have done that.” Tom sighs, his hands covering his face as he shakes his head as he sits back. Your heart drops. Did that kiss not mean what you thought? Did you read it wrong? There was no other way to read him kissing you. Twice. “You-You regret it?” You question the boy softly, a slight crack in your voice. He immediately looks up to face you, seeing the confusion written all over your face. “No, of course not I didn't say that. Quite the opposite actually, but I- Fuck,” Tom fails to form a sentence as you look up at him with hope, waiting to hear what he meant. 

“It’s just- You should know that this isn't just some ‘heat of the moment’ thing, Okay? Granted it was impulsive but I- what I'm trying to say is that, that kiss really meant a lot to me and I- I really really like you. Fuck, I have for a long time but I didn't want to risk this, I didn’t want to risk our friendship.” Tom rambles but you shake your head,“Just shut up”. Tom furrows his eyebrows and stutters, “No, I’m not gonna shut up! You need to hear this and-”

In a second, you sit up and hover above him to grab his face in your hands. You press your lips against him once again and it takes Tom a moment to kiss back, before his hands grip your waist and bring you into his lap to kiss you once more but this time it was more meaningful. 

His hands rest on your waist, pulling you flush against his body until your chests pressed against each other. You lean your head into him as his tongue swipes across your bottom lip, before slipping into your mouth. A heavy breath escapes your lips as Tom’s tongue explores your mouth, his grip on your hips tightening.

Slowly, you pull away and your hand begins to fall from his cheek. Tom takes a hand and places it on top of yours to keep it on his face, his thumb rubbing circles on it. “How was that for a first kiss, darling?” Tom mumbles, eyes looking up at yours while your noses bump against each other. “Not gay” you tease him, making Tom roll his eyes at you before squeezing you tightly. A giggle fall’s from your lips and you hug him back, hands playing with his soft hair.

He hides his head in the crook of your neck, leaving a small kiss on there. “I really like you Tom, but I don’t want to ruin our friendship either.” you break the silence and sigh, running your hands through his hair. “I guess that’s a risk we have to be willing to take, right love? And, I for one, think you’re worth the risk.”. Tom moves away to look at you, “I think you’re worth the risk too, Tommy. Now let’s practice that first kiss thing.” you whisper, smiling sheepishly before connecting your lips again. “Got to practice it a lot, don’t we?” Tom says, grinning into the kiss.

[jamaisjoons]

intro: her IX ⤑ knj | m

⟶ 𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑦:〝 you enter namjoon’s life in the most unexpected of ways, but will you be able to stay, especially when he comes with three adorable but chaotic children, even more chaotic best friends and a bitch of an ex-wife? not to mention your own emotional baggage. 〞singe dad au.

❥ 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔: single dad!namjoon x marine vet!reader

❥ 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒: fluff ⋆ smut

❥ 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑡: 9k

⟶ 𝑤𝑎𝑟𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠: soft dom!namjoon like the SOFTEST dom, sub!reader, namjoon has a big cock as usual, detailed blowjob, cum swallowing, namjoon is so fucking soft and gentle and i’m crying, body worship, dirty talk, fingering, pussy eating, cum eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, someone explain how these are the only warnings so far and the smut is still somehow 6k already, unprotected sex, once again namjoon is HUGE and they have issues fitting him inside, cockwarming, riding, some REALLY soft sex, first time sex like they’re not virgins but it’s their first time together ygm, creampie, reader cries during sex just like i did when writing this fkn yeet

➵ 𝑎/𝑛: hello my sugar demons!!! I am BACK!!! sorry i went on a weird hiatus but idk my heart wasn’t in it to write but THIS CHAPTER CURED ME ?! I HOPE !! anyway. this chapter is pure smut and there’s absolutely 0 plot so if you’re under 18 please do not read this chapter. skip it completely. that being said, for people who are 18+ and have never read this series you COULD read this as a one-shot but also DONT because the build-up to the point is amazing (or so i've been told) so please check out the other eight chapters. But if you don't want to and only wanna read this then that's cool too.

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The moment you step foot in Namjoon’s bedroom, you feel the temperature rise. Your clammy hands shake almost imperceptibly in his while Namjoon slowly pulls you closer towards his bed. You’ve been in Namjoon’s bed before, you’ve slept in Namjoon’s bed before - but this time, it’s going to be completely different. Almost as if he can sense your nervousness, Namjoon’s eyes soften; his fingers lightly grip your chin and turn you up and towards him. He can see the anxiousness in your eyes and feel the way your body trembles near his.

“Hey, we don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Namjoon says, his hands moving to trace your side. His touch is completely attentive, fingers slowly massaging your flesh through your clothing. Reflexively, your eyes flutter, a soft whine escaping your lips. His words cause your heart to clench, and you quickly shake your head, your hair following the movement.

“No!” you quickly call out before blushing, your eyes downcast. “I want to. I’m just- nervous,” you breathe out. You feel Namjoon nod above you as his fingers flex and tighten around your hips comfortingly.

“No need to be nervous, Angel; I’ve got you. We’ll take it slow, okay?” Namjoon asks, his lips brushing against the top of your head.

“Angel?” you question, eyes flicking up to stare at him as you pull your lower lip between your teeth.

“Mhmm. My angel, my love,” Namjoon reveres breathily. You find yourself swooning at his words, and your resolve hardens. You want this. Taking in a deep breath, you nod. Then, you look up at him, and your neck strains as you stand on your tiptoes before you’re pressing your lips against the corner of his.

“I want this. I want you,” you whisper as you look earnestly into his eyes. Steeling every single nerve you have, you gather your courage and run your hand down his sculpted chest and towards his clothed length. Namjoon lets out a pained moan as you begin palming him through his shorts. The material of his trousers is incredibly thin, and you can almost feel everything through his boxers. He’s still a little soft, but despite that, he feels huge under your palm.

“Ah,” Namjoon gasps. Then, as one of your fingers runs along the length of his shaft through his clothing, he hisses. Completely taken by how he feels, you find yourself slowly admiring his cock. You can’t see it yet, but it radiates heat through his clothing as it pulses under your touch, slowly hardening. He grows under your touch, shorts just barely tenting as you continue to palm him through the material of his clothing.

“Fuck... Angel,” Namjoon breathes out, his face scrunched up in pleasure. You stare up at him, eyes scanning across his features as your hand slowly curls around his length before pumping up and down. When he lets out a pained groan, his eyes slowly shutting at your ministrations, you find your core clenching. Within the throes of pleasure, Namjoon looks beautiful.

The lighting in his room is low, the soft amber lights glowing just enough to highlight his figure and features. Other than that, the room is almostbathed in darkness, threads of moonbeams that shine through the gaps in his curtain being the only thing keeping the dark at bay. You slowly walk forwards, pushing Namjoon to the bed until he sits down with a slight bounce. Automatically, his hands move to grip your hips, pressing a kiss against the middle of your stomach. His kiss is tender, more tender than you are used to, and once again your heart clenches in your chest.

“Gods I-” Namjoon whispers against your stomach, but he’s cut off when you slowly lower yourself to your knees. His eyes widen slightly, and his hands shoot out to stop you when you’re halfway onto your knees. “Angel, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Namjoon quickly assures.

“I want to,” is your only reply. Namjoon lets out a little groan, his chest rumbling on top of you.

You smile reassuringly at him and lower to your knees completely before pulling his lips between yours, your hands carding through his hair. Your kiss is sweet and gentle, Namjoon’s lips moving languidly in tandem with yours. He’s as sugary as he always is, and you find yourself smiling into the kiss. Namjoon’s arms wrap around your torso, pulling you closer into him as your tongues dance against each other. His cock is hot against your abdomen, and you can feel it throb with each and every each stroke of his tongue against yours. Slowly, you grow impatient, the feel of his cock calling out to you, and you break off the kiss.

Moving down his body, your hands rake up under his top, nails scraping against the smooth flesh as you kiss along the column of his neck. When you hit the collar of his top, your hands grip under his shirt before you tug it hard, wanting it off of him. Namjoon laughs at your impatience, your tongue running all over his collarbones as you lightly nip the skin. Corded arms move to help you undress him until his chest is left naked and exposed. Pulling away from his skin, you lower your jaw.

God, he’s achingly beautiful. It’s not fair.

It’s almost as if he’s a carved out masterpiece. Smooth, dulce de leche skin has your mouth watering, toned muscle rippling under it, and the slight sheen to his flesh has you wanting to reach out and taste him, which is exactly what you do. Your tongue reaches out, swirling around his skin before lightly suckling your mark onto him. The moan that escapes Namjoon’s mouth is addictive, and you want to hear more. You lick down towards his pecks, stopping when your lips scrape against his dark brown nipple. You pull it between your teeth and swirl your tongue around it, smirking when Namjoon hisses through clenched teeth, before continuing your descent down his body.

You can’t help but giggle at the adorable little rolls of his belly, the muscles flexing as you kiss the waistband of his shorts. Running your nose against the strap of elastic, you press a soft kiss to the tip of his cock when it brushes against your lips. Your fingertips hook underneath his shorts and boxers before you slowly slide them down his thick thighs. Namjoon lifts his hips to aid you to shimmy them off of him, his cock popping out. When he’s completely naked, you still.

You had previously thought his torso was beautiful - but now, completely naked? He’s a sight to behold. His arms are braced on the mattress, defined muscle pulled taut as he holds himself up. Your eyes rove down his torso and towards his lower half before you gulp. His thighs are spread wide, and the thickness of them is only exaggerated by the mattress forcing the flesh up. Gradually, your eyes trail up from his thighs to his cock before you swallow thickly once again. You were right, he’s huge. He’d felt large in the small palm of your hand, but standing up right now? It seems almost surreal.

The shaft itself is incredibly thick, and curiously, you reach out your hand to wrap around him, fingers tentatively curling around it. You’re not surprised when they aren’t able to touch. In awe, you begin pumping up and down, completely taken with the way your palm slides over the thick, dusky mauve veins. Dragging your hand up to the angry purple tip, your thumb brushes against his weepy slit, rubbing his precum around the head. Vaguely, you can hear him lowly moan above you, but you’re far too consumed with his cock. When your mouth begins to water, you slowly take him into your cheeks.

“Oh shit-” Namjoon groans. His head falls back as your mouth wraps around the head of his cock, and he revels in the velvet of your cavern around his head. It’s wet and warm and feels so incredibly wonderful that he finds his fingers fisting in his sheets as he tries his hardest not to come undone then and there. Smirking against him, you swirl your tongue around the tip before giving a kittenish lick along the slit. Precum drips out and coats your tongue, the saltiness of his taste heavy on your tastebuds. You groan under him and can’t help but lick his slit again, wanting more of him in your mouth.

“You taste-” you begin before you pop his dick out of your mouth, “so good,” you continue as you lick down the underside of his length. Namjoon laughs above you, one hand reaching out to pet your hair as you continue licking his shaft.

“Yeah, Angel? You like the way I taste?” Namjoon asks, his tone cheeky and eyes dark as they glint at you. With a slight roll of your eyes, you descend down on him again. This time, your mouth sinks further on him, expertly taking him in until the tip hits the back of your throat. Namjoon chokes before hissing as his head falls back, his hand pressing against the mattress so he could brace himself once again. Gone is the mischievous glint in his eyes, and you mentally applaud yourself for having him so fucked out from just your mouth.

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” Namjoon manages to choke out as you begin bobbing up and down his length. You’re almost unable to take down his entire length - in fact, you only manage about a half. Automatically, your hand wraps around the length of the shaft you’re unable - yet - to take into your mouth. You begin lightly sucking, creating a vacuum effect, while your tongue continuously swirls around any part of the length it can reach and your hand squeezes his shaft rhythmically.

“Fuck- Angel, you feel… hng- so good- you’reso good,” Namjoon reveres, his voice coming out as a laboured whisper. Happy at being able to please him and preening under his praise, you force his cock further down his throat. Namjoon jerks almost violently at the sudden movement of your mouth, and you, yourself, choke. Your eyes begin watering, and you hold yourself there for a few moments.

“____, Angel! It’s okay you don’t-” Namjoon begins, only to be cut off when you force yourself to swallow and take him down your throat, “hnnnng- oh my god,” Namjoon moans through clenched teeth as he feels the silken velvet of your oesophagus gradually encase his dick.

You hold him in the back of your throat, trying your hardest to breathe through your nose before swallowing very slowly and taking more and more of him into your mouth. The way your throat slowly opens around him, the warm, wet flesh pulsing around his cock, has Namjoon slowly losing reigns over the little control he has. His chest begins heaving, and his breath comes out laboured. Your tongue continuously runs along his length, although this time more subdued due to the way his cock splits your jaw open. You begin bobbing up and down, very gently plunging his cock in and out of your throat, his length pulsing almost uncontrollably in your mouth.

“Oh god- no, ___. Fuck, Angel- I can’t-” comes out Namjoon’s stuttered warning. Suddenly, he jerks out of your throat until only his head remains in your mouth, and then he’s cumming. Your eyes widen as you feel the bulbous cockhead pulsate in your mouth, shooting rope after rope of his thick cum into the back of your throat. Swiftly, you suck his cockhead, furiously swirling around the seam of his cockhead as you swallow down his cum. The heat of his semen slowly slides down your throat, and you moan around his cock, relishing in the salted taste.

“Fuck- stop,” Namjoon says, pushing your head off of him when the stimulation gets too much. You release his cock with a pop, pulling away and breathing deeply. He’s completely undone above you, naked and flushed with the most beautiful shade of dusky pink you’ve ever seen. It only serves to look even more tantalising paired with his smooth toffee skin. Pulling your swollen lips between your teeth, you gnaw on them, simply watching Namjoon inhale deeply as he slowly catches his breath and comes down from his high. Once Namjon gets his breathing back under control, he moves his head and looks down at you.

“Come ‘ere,” Namjoon says, reaching out for you. He takes your hand within his before pulling you to your feet. Namjoon’s hands automatically perch themselves on your hips, and he pulls you further between his thighs. Long, dexterous fingers trace along your hips and towards the hem of your top before sliding it up your torso and then divesting you of it. He presses his face against your skin, and you shiver when his lips run along the flesh, his breath fanning your stomach. Then, he’s guiding you to sit on his thighs.

“Gods, you’re so beautiful,” Namjoon says, looking up at you as his hand cups your jaw while his thumb runs over your swollen lips. His words cause your eyes to soften, and you cup his jaw with both your hands before kissing him tenderly. Namjoon’s eyes slip shut before deepening the kiss. Your mouth is filled with both the remnant taste of his salted cum as well as his sugary tongue gliding against yours. Involuntarily, you begin grinding against his thighs, your core completely dewy and hot, aching with the need for him.

Feeling your hot pussy against his naked thigh, Namjoon slowly lifts you off of him before spinning around and laying you down on the bed. Your hair fans out on his pillow, and Namjoon braces himself over you as both his arms cage your body. His lips never leave yours, finding it almost impossible to pull away. Your tongues dance sensually, Namjoon’s caressing yours tenderly as he pours every ounce of his feelings into the kiss. The only reason you both finally pull away is due to the ignited need for oxygen in both your lungs.

With a gasp, Namjoon breaks away, instead, peppering kisses along your jaw and down towards your neck. When his tongue scrapes against the outline of your clavicle you find yourself gasping. His teeth gently nibble your skin, pulling the supple flesh between his plush lips and sucking as he leaves his own mark on you. When he’s sufficiently marked you, he pulls away, admiring the pink flesh that will undoubtedly bruise. Reverently, he places a soft kiss against the mark before angling his neck and kissing the underside of your jaw.

Namjoon shifts his body down so his face is just over your breasts. Brushing his lips over the hem of your bra, Namjoon’s mouth grazes your breasts just slightly. With a groan, you arch into his tender touch. He’s so gentle with you and even more tender with the way his lips ghost every inch of your chest. It’s more affection than you’ve ever received during sex so you have no idea how to act. Instead, you place your hands on his shoulders and look at him curiously.

“Namjoon?” you ask, head tilting in question. Namjoon only hums in response, pressing a tender kiss to the top of your left breast before nuzzling into the soft mound.

“Aren’t you going to fuck me?” you ask, and Namjoon chuckles against your skin. He buries his face between your breasts, letting your breasts encompass his face as he kisses along your sternum, just above the hem of your bra.

“Mhm... gotta undress you first,” Namjoon replies. You blink before you feel his fingers gently trail along your side and under your back. Aiding him, you arch your back, letting him fumble around with the clasp for a few moments. When he can’t manage to undo the article, he lets out a little groan of irritation. You giggle before pushing him off of you. Sitting up, your arms unwind behind your back, and expertly, you unclasp the bra before sliding it off your arms and throwing it to the side. Namjoon bends over and presses a kiss against your shoulder.

“Sorry - it’s been a long time,” he apologises, his lips ghosting your shoulder as his breath fans your skin. Namjoon’s hand moves to lightly cup your breast, his thumb flicking the nipple until it grows hard under his touch.

“It’s- ah- okay Namjoon,” you gasp, your eyes fluttering at the action. Namjoon pulls away from your shoulder. His eyes darken, gaze flicking all over your chest. You blush under his stare, curling inwards as you cover your breasts from his view. Namjoon’s hand shoots out and grabs your hand before pulling it to his lips. He presses a single kiss against each of your fingertips before laying you back down on the bed.

“Don’t hide from me. You’re so beautiful,” Namjoon exalts, his words barely coming out as a whisper. Your heart trembles in your chest as he kisses his way down your torso. His nose nuzzles the side of your breast before kissing one of your nipples gently. Then his tongue flicks out and laves the bud until it hardens. Your hands shoot out and grip his hair, and you sigh as he continues peppering kisses along your breast before moving to the other one. When he finally feels he’s lavished your breasts with enough attention, he shifts further down - but not before pressing a kiss to the underside of each of your tits.

His hands move down to your hips, fingers sliding under your leggings before slipping both them and your underwear down your thighs. You watch as he kisses his way along the flesh, stopping at your knees. Bending your legs, you let him slip the last of your clothing off of you until you’re left entirely naked. Namjoon presses a kiss to the side of your knee before parting them, his eyes glued towards your exposed core. You blush under his stare and look away slightly, your face heating under his perusal.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” you mutter. You want nothing more than to feel him inside of you. Namjoon chuckles before kissing your inner thigh. He’s almost uncomfortably close to your core causing you to shift your hips nervously.

“Stop being impatient! Soon,” Namjoon admonishes, kissing closer to your pussy. You pull your lip between your teeth and worry it.

“But I sucked you off,” you point out.

“Yeah, and now I’m going to return the favour,” Namjoon whispers, his breath grazing your clit. The moment the words escape his mouth, however, you clamp your thighs shut. Namjoon barely has any time to move out of the way before looking at you in surprise. When he notices the nervousness that practically seeps through every pore of your body, he grows alarmed.

“Love? What’s wrong?” Namjoon asks, kissing your knee while soothingly running his hands down the sides of your thighs.

“I- umm… can we just fuck?” you ask, your jaw twitching.

“What? Do you not want me to eat you out?” Namjoon asks, more than curious by what had you so wound up all of a sudden.

“I- I’ve never…” you begin before looking away. Your fingers twist into the sheets, pulling them towards you - almost as if they were a lifeline.

“What?” Namjoon asks, his jaw dropping as he looks at you incredulously. “You’ve never been eaten out?” Namjoon continues, and you swallow thickly before nodding.

“B-But you gave me head! Probably the best head I’ve ever had,” Namjoon compliments, and despite yourself, you preen under his praise.

“M-My ex was the first and only other person I’ve slept with, and he’d usually make me suck him off before fucking me,” you breathe out, your voice almost inaudible. Namjoon freezes, his fingers gripping the side of your thighs tighter.

“And he wouldn’t eat you out?” Namjoon asks while continuing to tenderly massage your thighs. His touch is calming and gentle, the pads of his fingers soothingly pressing against your skin.

“He- He didn’t like going down on me. I asked once, and he said no because…” you begin before trailing off. Namjoon presses another kiss to your knee, shushing you.

“Because?” he gently coaxes. You take a deep breath, your spine shuddering.

“Because he didn’t like the way I tasted,” you finally manage to get out. Namjoon’s face contorts, his features scrunching as he looks at you in incredulity.

“So he just made you suck him off? Did he even bother making you cum?” Namjoon scoffs. It’s supposed to be an offhanded, sarcastic remark, but his words cause you to wince slightly.

“No,” comes your simple reply. Namjoon instantly freezes below you.

“What?”

“He… he never made me cum. Once he finished… he’d just expect me to finish myself off,” you whisper into the dark bedroom. The moment those words leave your mouth, Namjoon’s jaw clenches, and his fingers grip you tighter. The sudden change of touch causes you to turn your gaze toward him. His eyes are dark, his jaw twitching and lips set into a straight line. He’s not happy.

“Open your legs, Angel,” Namjoon commands, with more authority than you’re used from him. Your eyes widen slightly, and you shake your head.

“You don’t have to! Please,” you reply. Namjoon tuts before his fingers move to your inner thighs, prying your legs apart.

“No, I don’t have to - but I want to. Now come on, Angel, be good for me,” Namjoon coaxes. The sheer command in his voice causes you to blush, and instinctively, you part your thighs, wanting nothing more than to please him.

“Good girl,” Namjoon praises with a kiss to your thigh, and you mewl under his words, chest swelling at his praise. Namjoon shuffles further between your thighs, lips brushing over your pelvis. Namjoon places a soft kiss on your clit and the feel of his plush lips against your slightly hardened bud has you arching off the bed.

“Hnng Joon!” you groan, your voice low. Namjoon chuckles, his breath wafting over your heated core causing you to hiss.

“Gods you're so sensitive. You’re so pretty, Angel. I think this is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen,” Namjoon says, and you whine, chest flushing warmer with heat.

“Joonie-” you whine, grabbing one of his pillows and smothering it on your face. Namjoon laughs again, before reaching up and gently cajoling the pillow out of your hands.

“Don’t hide from me, Angel - wanna see you. Wanna see the way you blush when I tell you you have a pretty pussy. Wanna see your face when I eat you out for the first time. Wanna see how you look when you cum on my tongue. Wanna see you when you cum for me over and over again,” Namjoon says before he presses another kiss to your clit.

“Namjoon,” you fluster, and despite the shyness that grips at you, you nod and spread your thighs marginally wider.

“Good girl. Now, lemme make you feel good,” Namjoon says. He shifts his hand from your thigh, his pointer finger circling your clit before running along the slit of your folds. His touch is featherlight, ghosting and caressing your dewy lips with the utmost care. It’s as if he’s adoring, venerating, each inch of your pussy.

“Oh,” you breathe out, fingers clenching in the sheets as he continues running his fingers through your folds.

“Fuck, you’re so responsive. I don’t know how anyone wouldn’t wanna make you cum,” Namjoon says before dipping a finger into you. You both hiss: you from the foreign pleasure and Namjoon from how tight your core grips his digit.

“You’re so tight,” Namjoon says, pushing his finger deeper until the entire length is buried into you. You whine out his name, your own fingers clenching tighter into his sheets before you let out a surprised gasp when thick lips wrap around your clit.

“Oh god,” you cry, eyes scrunching shut. You’d never felt suchpleasure in your entire life, and he’d barely even touched you. Namjoon gently suckles your little nub, his tongue flicking around your nub. You cry out louder, spine twisting off the bed. Namjoon slowly retreats his finger from inside you, watching as ropes of your honeyed arousal cling to the pad of his finger, the rest of the digit coated in a thin film of your wetness.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. Did sucking me off turn you on that much, Angel?” Namjoon asks cheekily. You blush harder from his words, but the way he sucks his finger, licking up your arousal while staring dead straight into your eyes has your core weeping with wetness. “You taste so good too. I don’t know why he wouldn’t eat you out. Fuck- I can’t get enough,” Namjoon groans before sliding his finger back in you as he licks as a stripe from his finger to your clit.

You bite your lip, your breathing growing harsher with every one of his ministrations. When Namjoon crooks the finger inside you in a ‘come hither’ motion while his tongue whirls around your clit, your hands shoot out and grip his hair. Your fingers thread into his silky locks, while you throw your head back, the crown pressing against the pillow. You writhe on top of him, hips undulating in the slightest motions as he slowly begins pumping the finger in and out of you. It’s more pleasure than you’ve been used to, and you have no idea how to feel. When you’d made yourself cum after all the times your ex had fucked you, it had never felt like this.

“Joo-nie,” you stutter, his name coming out choked, “please- more,” you groan. Namjoon sighs against your folds before you feel a second finger press into you. Your eyes screw shut, and you let out a pained cry as both pleasure and the stinging sensation of him opening you open, grip your being. You feel the two fingers inside you spread your core, Namjoon’s eyes watching as he opens you out. It’s only slightly uncomfortable, your core unused to the stretch, and you let out a soft whine.

Namjoon begins thrusting his fingers in and out, increasing the pace while occasionally curling his fingers inside you. The pumping of his fingers, paired with how his pads brush against the sweet spot inside you every time he curls his digit, slowly has you approaching the edge of your orgasm. Your skin begins flushing, and your flesh tingles almost as if someone was prickling your skin with hot pokers of pleasure. When your thighs begin shaking around his head, Namjoon lets out a groan. The vibrations reverberate around your clit, and you whimper. Suddenly, Namjoon nips at your clit, lightly tugging the nub between his teeth.

The sudden action has you flying off the edge. The knot in your stomach tightens almost painfully, and you wail out his name, your thighs shaking uncontrollably around him. Namjoon feels your soft, silken inner walls pulse around his digit and instantly knows you’re cumming. His eyes flick up, watching the way your chest heaves and you writhe on top of him. Your hips undulate and buck against his face as you ride out your orgasm.

Your back is completely arched off the bed, contorted in such a way he worries you’re going to hurt yourself. He can’t see your face from how far your head is thrown back, but he can see the movement of your throat and chest as you heave for oxygen while continuously wailing out his name. Your skin is heated bright pink, nipples twisting to hardened peaks before pushing further into the air from the way your back arches. He doesn’t think he’s seen anything more beautiful. More than that, he can’t believe your ex had never seen you like this. A part of him feels completely gleeful, knowing that he’s the first and only person that has ever seen you like this - and if he had his way, the lastand only person who would eversee you like this.

“Beautiful,” Namjoon whispers, unable to stop the word tumbling out his mouth. You, however, can’t hear him - completely lost in the haze of your euphoric orgasm. Namjoon presses light kisses to the inside of your left thigh, smiling into your skin as he feels the leg tremble erratically.

Namjoon swallows thickly as he watches a fresh wave of your cum seep out of your core, your walls contracting around his fingers from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Unable to stop himself, he moves his mouth towards your core before pushing his tongue as deep as it can go. The sudden intrusion causes you to jerk on top of him before you moan his name out, louder than you had intended to. Namjoon smiles under you before he begins languidly plunging his tongue inside you with rhythmic motions. One of your hands threads through his silken locks, fisting into his hair as the other moves to your mouth so you can bite down on it and quiet your cries.

“Oh- fuck- Namjoon! Joonie, please- I can’t,” you plead as you sit up and look down at him. It’s almost too much all at once. You’d never had an orgasm that powerful in your life, and the overstimulation was already taking over.

“It’ll fade in a bit, my love. Just wanna taste you. Promised to make you cum on my tongue,” Namjoon says, and his words are slightly muffled by your core. When he pushes his tongue in further, spreading your core with his fingers to make some room, you fall back onto the bed.

His expert tongue darts in and out of you, moving with such agility that you once again question whether it had a mind of its own. He alternates between tensing his tongue and plunging into you before relaxing it and letting it swirl inside your core. With each movement, he collects more and more of your arousal onto his tongue before drinking you down as if he’s a man starved. He finds your taste almost addictive: like it was the sweetest ambrosia gifted to him by the gods themselves.

Gradually, you feel the overstimulation fade until you’re left with just the pleasure of him eating you out. Your skin is heated, covered in a light sheen of sweat from your previous orgasm. The smell of sex fills the air along with the sound of Namjoon’s tongue lazily swirling inside you. It’s almost as if he’s trying to taste every single nook and cranny of your core, his tongue leaving no inch untouched. Your hands fall to your sides, fingers entangling into the sheets.

Namjoon slowly removes his fingers from your core, leaving only his tongue inside. You whine at the sudden loss - though you can’t complain because his tongue moves in ways that his fingers could only dreamof moving - only to mewl when he spreads your folds so he can push his tongue further into you. Retreating his tongue from inside you, Namjoon swirls it around the outside of your core before wrapping his lips around you clit and sucking. The sudden stimulation has you bucking into him, wanting more. You feel his lips curl as he smiles against you before he’s pulling away.

“Do- you- have- any- idea- how- good- you- taste?” Namjoon asks, punctuating each of his words with a soft kiss to your clit. You blush under his words, his eyes staring into yours earnestly. You’d definitely never heard that before.

“God, you’re so wet and so sweet. I could eat you forever. Angel, you have the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen and the sweetest one I’ve ever tasted. I’d happily die here,” Namjoon compliments, and despite yourself, you giggle.

“Well, please don’t. I’ll miss you,” you giggle. Namjoon lets out a little groan, head falling to press against your pelvic bone.

“I don’t understand how you’re so fucking adorable when I’ve got my head buried in your pussy,” Namjoon grumbles, and your eyes widen before you let out a raucous laugh. The sound tingles in Namjoon’s ears, ringing so loudly he finds himself drowning in it. His face softens, his lips curling into a tender smile as he takes in your own bright smile. Your demeanour is completely different from when he first started eating you out: then you were wound tight, anxiousness exuding from you in waves. Now, however, you’re completely relaxed, eyes light and shining in the low lighting of his bedroom as you return your own tender smile.

He lifts his head and pushes his lips back into your folds. Reflexively, your head lolls back, eyes rolling into your skull. Namjoon moves his hands to grip under your ass; large palms press into the soft flesh before he tugs you, pulling your hips further into his face. Darting his tongue out, he begins swirling it all around your pussy once again as he laps up every droplet of your wetness.

“Joonie,” you sigh, eyes fluttering shut as you let him pleasure you in the best way possible. Gods were you missing out. Although, you don’t think Dojae would have even a quarter of the skill Namjoon does.

“I love the way you say my name, Angel,” Namjoon praises, and you preen under his words. Namjoon nuzzles his face into you, pressing kisses against each of your folds before continuing to plunge into you. Your fists curl tighter in the sheets, tugging them as you once again lose yourself in your pleasure. Namjoon brings his thumb to your clit, lightly rolling it under the pad.

“Oh- fuck, Joon,” you whimper, drawing out the syllable of his name. Thrusting his tongue back into your core, Namjoon feels your walls throb around his appendage. Instantly, he knows you’re on the cusp of cumming once again. Languidly, he begins circling his thumb against your clit, applying pressure onto it every now and then. His thumb, paired with the way his tongue laves your insides, has the knot in your abdomen tightening as flashes of euphoria run along your nerves. Involuntarily, your hips gyrate against his face, forcing him further and further into your core as you ride his face.

“That’s it, Angel, ride my face. Make yourself cum. Want you to cum on my tongue so I can taste how sweet you are again,” Namjoon moans against your folds, the vibrators causing you to shiver. When his thumb forcibly presses your clit down, rolling it in tight circles, you feel your stomach ignite. Your orgasm isn’t as strong as the first one. This time, it’s more gentle from Namjoon’s languid actions - but that doesn’t change the complete and utter rapture you feel. You gasp out his name, your toes curling and eyes rolling into your skull while your body quakes over him.

Namjoon helps you ride out your orgasm, your thighs trembling on either side of him. When you begin leaking, Namjoon groans. He wraps his luscious lips around your honeyed hole before drinking down your cum. The sounds are sloppy and wet as he slurps at you. The entire time, he continues twirling your clit under his thumb while his tongue happily laps your core, mouth suckling your centre and pulling your cum into his mouth.

It’s almost too much, and your eyes begin tearing up from the amount of pleasure you’re receiving. You gasp out his name when your pussy starts tingling in pain. Forcibly, you push Namjoon away, your thighs snapping shut and falling to the side onto the bed as your body trembles. Namjoon wipes his mouth on the back of his hand before crawling up to you. Hastily, he wraps his arms around your body and pulls you close into his chest. Your skin feels clammy against his, and the sheen of sweat on both your skin only serves to act as a glue to meld your flesh together.

Namjoon shushes you while petting your hair. He presses lazy kisses against the crown of your head as he holds you, awaiting you to come down from your high. You gasp against him, inhaling deeply as you suck oxygen back into your lungs. When you finally manage to come down from the incredible high of your orgasm, you feel Namjoon’s cock press against your naked thigh, completely hard and fully erect. Lazily, you lift your arm and wrap your hand around his shaft, pumping it up an down.

“Fuck- Angel, don’t do that unless you want me to fuck you,” Namjoon grunts. You giggle before twisting your neck and pressing a kiss against his muscular shoulder.

“Want you,” are the only words you manage to breathe out. Namjoon lets out a hiss before nodding. He lowers you onto your back before climbing on top of you, his arms caging you on either side.

Removing one arm, he braces all his weight onto the other arm. Swiping his hand through your fold, he gathers some of your wetness onto his palm before rubbing it into his cock as makeshift lubrication. Then, gripping the base of the shaft, he runs the head through your folds before finding your core. Taking in a deep breath, you brace yourself as he slowly pushes against your entrance. However, he’s so absurdly thick that, despite how wet you are, it takes a considerable amount of force for him to enter you.

“Ah- Namjoon,” you whimper, hands reaching out and clutching his shoulders tightly as he attempts to sink into you. His head enters you with a pop, and suddenly your core flares with pain from the stretch.

“You’re so fucking tight- are you okay?” Namjoon hisses before stopping, looking at you in worry at the way your eyes are scrunched up. You shake your head and hold onto his shoulders.

“Just- just wait. You’re so big,” you breathe out, panting as you wait for the stinging sensation to ease up. Namjoon bends over and kisses your shoulder, and you appreciate the gesture, but his movement only causes him to sink further into you. You cry out suddenly, and Namjoon freezes at your pained shriek.

“Angel?” Namjoon asks, and you open your eyes. Namjoon’s heart breaks at the tears pooled in them. Swiftly, he pulls out, and you hiss at the sudden loss of him, abruptly feeling empty.

“I’m sorry. Fuck- I’m so sorry love,” Namjoon apologises as he kisses your shoulders over and over again. You shake your head and give him a watery smile as you pull him in for a tender kiss. It’s incredibly soft, Namjoon’s lips moving languidly against yours as he pours out every apology into it. Breaking away, you press a kiss to his cheeks, where his dimples should be.

“It’s not your fault. It’s just been so long - more than a year and a half - and you’re huge,” you reply. Despite your words, Namjoon pouts, eyes slightly downcast.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers. Your heart clenches at his crestfallen tone. Straining your neck, you press kisses against his cheek.

Suddenly, an idea pops into your mind. With a soft smile, you push Namjoon off of you before flipping yourself over. Namjoon looks at you curiously, allowing you to manoeuvre him until he’s sitting down. His back is pressed against the headboard of his bed, his legs stretched out. Throwing one leg over his thighs, you move until you’re straddling him. Almost on a reflex, Namjoon’s hands shoot out and hold your hips. You can feel his cock against your abdomen, thick, hot, and so incredibly heavy.

“Let me ride you,” you say before pressing a soft kiss on his lips.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” Namjoon reiterates. Your heart soars as you giggle.

“It’s okay. You won’t. If I’m on top I can at least control the pace,” you reply. Namjoon looks uncertain, but the complete certainty in youreyes has him convinced.

“Okay, fine, but if it’s too much, just tell me and we can stop, okay?” Namjoon says before closing the distance and pressing a kiss against your lips.

“I promise,” you reply, your lips grazing his with each of your words. Flexing your thighs, you kneel over him before pressing your folds against his cock. You both let out a hiss, the heat of your cores melding together. Needing more of the friction, you press the length harder against your folds, letting out a low groan when it parts your nether lips.

You begin grinding your core against him, sliding along the length as you wet him in your arousal. With every movement, the head of Namjoon’s cock brushes against your clit, only serving to turn you on more and further coat him in your arousal. Namjoon’s fingers flex on your hips, gripping them harder as he helps you move over him. His eyes are trained on your face, completely enamoured with the way your eyes flutter into a half-lidded state and your mouth circles into an ‘o’ shape as pleasure grips you. When his cock is practically drenched with your wetness and his shaft becomes slippery, you position your entrance over his head once again.

“Go slow, alright love?” Namjoon reminds you. Your eyes snap open before you roll them at him.

“We’ll be fine- I’ll be fine. Now, hush,” you hiss. Namjoon laughs a bit before nodding. Taking a deep breath, you once again brace yourself as you get ready to sink down on him. You relax the muscles of your core as much as you can before you descend on his length. Once again, you feel the head press against your entrance, almost mercilessly. This time, you’re just a little more prepared - and aided by how wet and slippery you’ve made him - so his bulbous head sinks into you easier. The moment his head pops in, you still and let out a low whimper. Namjoon’s jaw clenches, fingers gripping your hips harder as he holds you still above him.

“Breathe, love,” Namjoon whispers. Despite how incredibly transcendent you feel, he knows it’s been a long while since you’ve had anyone inside you and that you’d need time to adjust. More than that, however, he doesn’t want to hurt you. You nod, panting above him.

With another deep breath, you sink another inch, letting out a soft cry. Namjoon hisses, feeling his cock slowly open your walls around him. You’d been tight around his finger, but now your walls have an almost vice-like grip on his cock. Gathering your courage, you continue sinking further and further down on him, stopping numerous times to let yourself adjust. Long, excruciatingly drawn-out moments later, you finally sink down on him to the hilt of his shaft. Namjoon lowly moans, his head falling back and thumping against the headboard.

“Gods, how are you this big? This is impossible,” you groan out, your throat hoarse, and despite himself, Namjoon laughs. He lifts his head and presses a kiss against your forehead before brushing his nose against yours.

“Sorry, Angel,” Namjoon apologises once again. You both sit completely still. He’s so deep inside you, you can almost feel him in your throat. However, as you both sit completely motionless, feeling each other, you can’t help but bask in the intimacy of it all. You have no idea how long you keep him nestled inside you - it’s as if time has come to a standstill for just the two of you - feeling his length pulsate inside you rhythmically, almost as if you can feel his heartbeat. He stretches you out more than anyone has - or probably could, or would - and his shaft is warm inside you.

In fact, you get so lost in how good he feels inside you, that you completely forget the pain and instead pull him in for a kiss. Namjoon lets out a soft sigh against your lips. Your lips move sluggishly against each other, and Namjoon’s tongue darts out to lick the seam of your lips. Granting him access, you part your mouth and allow his tongue to slip inside and curl around yours. Instinctively, your hands run up the corded muscles of his shoulders before your fingers entangle in the hair at the nape of his neck.

His tongue glides against yours sensually, and though the taste of your cum is heavy on both his lips and tongue, his natural sugary sweetness cuts through the heady taste. It’s completely intoxicating. All of your sensations overwhelm you: your pussy rippling around his throbbing cock, the feel of his tongue against yours, his hands on your back. You feel yourself drowning further and further in him, the naturally sweet taste of him coating your tongue - until you find yourself completely at home, encased in everything that feels, tastes and smells like Namjoon.

Your lungs begin aching for oxygen, but you ignore the slight burn, knowing you have time before you have to pull away. In fact, you just don’t wantto pull away. You want to feel his lips against yours forever; you want to keep him buried inside you so you could wholly feel him forever. Tenderly, sensuously, your tongues move against each other, lips pressing so tightly together it’s almost as if they’re fused together. Your torso falls into his, your soft chest flush against his hard, sculpted one.

Skin against skin, mouth against mouth, and with how deep he’s inside you, you have no idea where Namjoon starts and where you end. Your skin practically melds together until it feels like you are one being - as if you and Namjoon are the only two people in the universe and have eternally fused together as one. Your heart flutters in your ribcage, and you’re completely floored by the sheer amount of emotion that wells up in your chest.

Viciously, the need for oxygen ignites in your chest, and you and Namjoon jerk violently as you break the kiss. Your hands untangle from his hair and move to grip his shoulders. Pressing your forehead against his, you both gasp for air, breaths circling the atmosphere and mingling together until you can practically taste Namjoon in the air. Long gone is the pain of him stretching you open, so far into the back of your mind you can’t even remember it, and you’re only left with the pleasure.

Keeping your eyes locked on his, you flex your thighs and slowly ascend off of him until only his cockhead is nestled in your depth. Namjoon exhales deeply but forces his eyes to stay locked on you as you slowly start riding him. Each and every one of your movements allows you to feel every ridge, every vein, and every inch of his length. You’re sure that after this, the feel of Namjoon’s cock would forever remain engraved into the silken softness of your walls.

Slowly, you begin writhing on top of him, your hips swirling and swivelling on his cock. Every now and then your eyelids flutter, completely taken by the sensual euphoria you feel. You’ve never felt like this before - would probably never feel like this again unless it was Namjoon. Hell, you don’t wantto feel like this with anyone butNamjoon. Your breathing becomes laboured, and Namjoon gently begins thrusting up inside you. His motion hits that sweet spot inside of you, and you can’t help but whimper out his name.

“Gods you’re beautiful,” Namjoon reveres, his hands lightly tracing up your sides before cupping one of your breasts in each hand. You moan under his ministrations, revelling in the way his thumbs reverently graze your nipples, his eyes never leaving yours. You both begin moving more urgently, pleasure overtaking every one of your senses. With your foreheads still pressed against each other, you can feel Namjoon’s lips brush against yours with every moan and groan that slips past them. You swallow thickly, feeling closer to him than you have ever felt before.

Goosebumps prickle at your skin, and the hairs on the back of your neck stand upright. Your stomach twists and turns, the knot forming as you gradually feel yourself approach the precipice. Unable to contain yourself anymore, you freely begin whimpering against Namjoon’s lips. Your hips continue squirming against his, his cock hitting deeper and deeper with every one of Namjoon’s little thrusts inside of you. Your skin begins tingling, nerves prickling with the heat of your incoming orgasm.

It’s almost too much - the pleasure, the emotions, and the loveyou feel. Your heart begins palpitating in your chest, beating so hard and fast that your chest begins to ache and the sound thunders, echoing in your eardrums. Almost as if he senses your emotional turmoil, Namjoon releases your breasts. Large palms slide down your arms before taking your hands between his and lacing the fingers through his. You swallow once again, and your eyes sting as you feel your orgasm approach.

“Namjoon,” you breathlessly whisper in warning. Although, you’re unsure whether you’re warning him about your approaching orgasm or the sheer depth of emotion running amok in your chest.

“I know. I know, my love,” Namjoon whispers softly. They’re simple words, and he can’t possibly know what you feel or how much you’re feeling - but it feels like he can.

Namjoon brings your hands to his lips and, gently, reverentially, presses tender kisses into the pads of your fingers. Your breath hitches, chest crumpling at the attentive action. Then, he releases one of your hands and runs his palm along your side before pushing it between your bodies and to where the two of you are connected. You feel his fingers brush against your clit, sweeping over the nub over and over again. The additional stimulus causes you to cry out. You grip his hand tighter, squeezing it as your eyes screw shut, tears finally welling up in them.

“Namjoon- I-” you begin but fall short. You have no idea what to say or how to express yourself, too caught up in the feeling of everything. It’s all toomuch all at once.

“Shhh. It’s okay Angel. You can cum,” Namjoon coos. He pulls you further into him, his lips brushing against your forehead as he continues toying with your clit.

“Ah. AH- AH! Namjoon!” you finally sob. Your peak hits a crescendo, and your orgasm ricochets through you with more force than you expected. Namjoon groans, feeling your pussy ripple uncontrollably around his cock before tightening. Your walls contract rhythmically, and suddenly, his hips still as he begins cumming.

Rope after rope of Namjoon’s cum slowly fills you. His warmth practically burns inside you, coating your walls white and claiming every single piece of you as his. Your throat closes up with the emotions you feel. Bliss. Euphoria. Contentment. Belonging. Love. Home. Your joint climax, along with the emotion you feel and the way Namjoon’s cum warms your insides, cause your senses to go haywire, and suddenly you’re overloaded with stimulus, and everything becomes far too overwhelming. You jerk your hand away from him and press the heels of your palms into your eyes as you begin sobbing uncontrollably on top of him. His name escapes your lips, over and over again, as if it were a prayer - but more because it’s the onlything your pleasure addled mind could think of.

Through the haze of his own orgasm, Namjoon can feel you call out to him, and when he finally comes to, he’s surprised by the sobbing, overwhelmed form of you on top of him. Despite the way his muscles ache, he reaches out to you and gently gathers you into his arms. Namjoon pulls you into his chest, and you find yourself dwarfed by his body as he holds you in his arms. Gently, Namjoon runs his large hands over your back, head nuzzling into the crook of your neck before lazily pressing kisses along your shoulder. Softly, he coos at you, his voice low and soothing as he talks you down from the overpowering high of your orgasm.

“It’s okay my love. It’s okay. I’ve got you. Come on, Angel. I’ve got you, it’s okay,” Namjoon repeats over and over again as he lavishes your skin with kisses. Gradually, the scent of vanilla and warm amber fills your senses. Somehow, his words manage to break through the haze, and your hands leave your eyes, instead, shooting out and holding him. You grip him tightly, arms wrapped around his broad shoulders as you desperately cling to him. Namjoon turns his head and kisses your temple as he lets you cry into his shoulder.

“Namjoon. Namjoon, I-” ‘I love you’. The words are at the tip of your tongue, but you just can’t seem to get them to form. Namjoon’s face softens. The words are at the tip of his own tongue, but like you, he can’t bring himself to say them. It wasn’t the right time - not yet, at least. He feels it - knowsit with every fibre of his being - knows that you are it for him. You were the only one he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, just like he was sure you knew it - yet neither of you can say it. Namjoon accepts that because, eventually, you would say it - just not now. Not when your emotions were already far too overwhelming.

So, instead, “It’s okay. I know. I know. I’ve got you,” is what Namjoon says.

Slowly, he turns you both over before laying you down gently on the bed. Delicately, he eases out of you, only causing you to cry harder against him from the loss of him inside you. Namjoon knows he should get up and grab a cloth to clean you up, but from the way you’re clinging to him, he knows there’s no way he can do that. Instead, he decides that that can wait till the morning. Right now, you need him more than anything.

He shifts so that he can wrap you both in the covers before gathering you back into his embrace. You find comfort in his arms, your cries slowly calming down as Namjoon tenderly rubs your back. Exhaustion grips at every fibre of your being when your cries finally still. Despite this, however, you continue clinging to Namjoon, refusing to leave his arms. You can hear his heartbeat right under your ear, and slowly, you allow the calming rhythm to lull you to sleep. Namjoon listens to your breath as it slowly becomes deeper. Then, with a smile, he pulls you closer and drifts off to sleep himself.

A/N: God I really didn’t mean to just,,,, flex on y’all with that 9k smut goodness but i guess i just,,, fucking DID. also how do y’all CLOWNS feel thinking he’d be DOM and DADDY during their FIRST TIME smh,,,, nO he’s SOFT n GENTLE n SWEET and i fuckING LOVE HIm. anyway, as usual, pls lemme know what you thought of it!!!

[tornadoofcreation]

Lloyd Heacanons Pt. 2

~I don’t think there’s anything too bad in here, but trigger warning for slight mentions of anxiety~

These also got really long, oops sorry

* He gets stomachaches and headaches when he’s stressed.

* He gets very, very upset with himself when he fails in a mission and makes a mistake.

* He has a bad habit of skipping meals and sometimes goes a full day without having a single proper meal

* Despite this, he’s not picky at all when it comes to food. Maybe it’s because he lived on the streets for a while and took what he could get or maybe it’s just because he’s Lloyd, but he will eat literally anything. Ketchup and bananas? Sure. Peanut butter and cheese sandwich? Sure. Everyone, save Cole, is high key disgusted by it

* He also loves pineapple on pizza, much to Kai and Zane’s disdain

* When Zane died, Lloyd blamed himself because if he had just been a bit stronger and better, maybe when he had defeated the overlord, he would’ve stayed dead.

* Because of this, he started obsessively training and completely neglecting his human needs. It got to the point where Garmadon would literally sit on the edge of Lloyd’s bed all night to make sure he actually slept and didn’t wake up at some ungodly hour to train

* Okay that got a bit too angsty for me, so, Lloyd’s favorite color is yellow and he likes wearing pastels. He owns a lot of light greens, blues and yellows

* He also loves doodling on his jeans and shoes. His jeans are almost all ripped up and covered in sharpie doodles. He has one pair of white converse that he uses as a canvas

* He loves strawberry marshmallows and strawberry milk. Obviously, his favorite ice cream is strawberry

* He talks to himself a lot

* He visits the Ninjago orphanage a lot, just to talk to the kids, and make friends with them. When he turns 18, though, he’s planning on adopting all of them. Every. Last. One.

* He chews on his sleeves when he’s stressed

* He also bites his nails until they bleed. To get him out of the habit, the other ninja (mostly Kai) put bandaids on all of his fingers so he can’t access his nails

* He was once so tired in a press conference that he said “hi, I’m Energy, master of Lloyd” and it’s become a Ninjago-wide meme

* He loves lizards. They’re so cute and have the sweetest faces. He also likes frogs.

* He also really likes sharks

* Because of his dragon side, he’s sort of cold blooded. It’s not full, but if it’s very cold outside, Lloyd needs to keep extra warm to regulate his body temperature and maintain homeostasis

* He has these horrible side effects of getting possessed where he’ll get really dizzy, pass out, start shivering uncontrollably, get pain flashes or start vomiting blood. The effects just randomly show up and it’s very scary for Lloyd and everyone around him when it happens. (Not my personal headcanons, based of an ask that @lindsey-chr-not-found received (sorry for tagging I just wanted to give credit))

* He had to get his passport illegally meddled with because his birthdate looked very suspicious

* After the whole possession fiasco, Lloyd always kisses his mom before every mission, because when he was possessed by Morro, Lloyd feared for his life and all he could think was that he was going to die here, and the last thing he did was refuse to kiss his mom goodbye

* He’s prone to panic attacks

* He always keeps some type of fidget with him. When he has to give public speeches, he likes to play with it to make him feel more comfortable

* The ninja eventually got him a spinny fidget ring that he wears all the time. It helps him so much

* This is more of a garmadon HC, but he knows that Lloyd tends to bottle up his own fears and pain to be strong for others. Because of this, garmadon makes sure to ask Lloyd how he’s feeling every single night, just to encourage Lloyd to open up and give room for him to talk if somethings wrong

* Lloyd goes on runs a lot. He likes to clear his mind and take a moment to breathe

* He likes listening to others talk. He’s not great with social interactions and people. He prefers to listen than to talk

* However, he really has a way with words, and the fact that he’s a pretty quiet person makes the words that he does say very impactful

* He need glasses, but he doesn’t like wearing them. he usually only wears them when he’s around the house or needs to read. He wears them during interviews, because it’s really embarrassing when he spends like 5 whole minutes squinting trying to read the question

* Wearing them makes him look so much older though

* After season 9, he started growing his hair out more and changing small things about his appearing because after everything that just happened, he hates when he looks in the mirror and sees an almost carbon copy of his father

* Lloyd got highlights in his hair because the most apparent difference between him and his father is that Lloyd’s hair is lighter, so he went and got highlights to exaggerate that differences

* As a side effect of the whole “master of energy” thing, Lloyd’s powers can leave him drained of energy very easily. After the whole ‘losing powers’ situation is s9, his powers seem to be different and he’s prone to fainting when he overuses them. Wu told him that he needs to be very careful because if he’s in a situation like he was in season 8, when he fought garmadon, it could sap his energy completely and leave him in a coma.

* He likes putting colorful bandaids on his injuries

* Speaking of injuries, he has a scar right above his heart from the battle with garmadon in true potential. He absolutely hates the scar.

* He is victim to all kinds of nicknames about his hair. The ninja are very creative when it comes to these nicknames, but their favorites are “blondie,” “Rapunzal,” And “Goldilocks”

* Jay and Lloyd like to enthusiastically re-enact starfarer scenes for the others. It started when the power was out, so jay and Lloyd decided to entertain everyone else by performing the entire starfarer movie. After that, it kinda became a thing.

* Little Lloyd used to make blanket forts on the bounty when he was sad, so now all the ninjas, after a particularly difficult battle, will make a blanket fort and just enjoy each other’s company,

* Sometimes they’ll sit in the fort and make up stupid games, or they’ll play video games, or they’ll talk, but sometimes, they just sit in silence and drink in the fact that all of them are okay, and they’re all alive.

* His favorite partners for missions are either Kai, Nya or Cole. Kai and Nya because they’re his siblings and they know each other’s fighting style and where they need to cover each other. (Kai And Nya always cover Lloyd’s left side, bc his left leg still is weak from the time he broke it in season 2). He likes working with Cole as well, because Lloyd has a tendency to panic and overthink, and Cole is so grounded and chill and his strategies are simple and practical.

* He struggles a lot with finding his worth when he is not the green ninja. Lloyd struggles with the fact that his friends only care about him because of his important title and everything.

* That was something his father helped him with a lot. Finding Lloyd’s strengths and all the things that make Lloyd wonderful and lovable. Not the green ninja. Garmadon reminded him a lot that the child he loved and cherished was not the green ninja, but Lloyd.

* Finding his own worth without relying on his powers, title, and family is something Lloyd is working very hard on.

* As soon as Ray and Maya were brought back after season 7, Kai and Nya dragged Lloyd to them and just kinda announced to them that Lloyd was their new son. Both ray and Maya adore him.

* The reason the ultra dragon liked him so much was not because he was the green ninja, but because of the dragon in him. They also connected with Lloyd the same way Firstborn connected to the FSM. They sensed purity and kindness in Lloyd’s soul

* He knows all the small hiding places on the bounty. Whenever he gets overwhelmed or needs to have a breakdown without messing up his “perfect” façade, he goes to those spots and hides.

* Misako and Wu tore down Garmadon’s monastery after season four when the ninja were gone for a week to follow a lead. When Lloyd got back and saw that his father’s monastery had been torn down by his own mother and uncle, he cried for hours on end.

* He was furious and refused to speak to his mother for a few days because this monastery was a such a big part of the legacy of peace garmadon tried so desperately to leave behind. He even sacrificed himself for this legacy, and his own mom, garmadon’s wife who should know how important this was better than anyone, tore down a big part of this legacy to build a tea shop.

* When the tea shop was built, the ninja had sleeping quarters in the shop. Lloyd; however, literally took his blanket and slept outside for the first two weeks. (The others begged him to stop when he caught a fever after sleeping in the rain)

* When the ultra dragon was still around, when Lloyd was feeling sad or lonely, he wold go and sleep in the dragon keep with them. All four heads would nuzzle around him and comfort him until he fell asleep.

* Lloyd and the other ninja burst into musical numbers all the time. If one of them starts a number, the rest are literally legally obligated to join in.

* The first few days after Lloyd aged up were hard for Wu because he looked so much like garmadon

* His anxiety can be really horrible, especially after Morro, and to help with it and make sure it doesn’t get in the way of doing his job, Lloyd takes medication for it.

* Lloyd has a tendency to overwork himself because he constantly feels he needs to prove that he is good enough. Wu sometimes finds this very concerning, because 1) overworking yourself isn’t good for you, but more importantly, in some way, Lloyd’s need to constantly be working and proving his worth reminds Wu a bit of Morro.

* Of course it’s very different. Morro wanted to prove he is the best, while Lloyd wants to prove that he is good enough and worth loving and caring about

* It is so incredibly hard for Lloyd to resist the forbidden scroll’s power, because he has always struggled with self worth, and this scroll gives him power that makes him so important and useful

* After season 2, when Lloyd was receiving awards for destroying the overlord, an alarming amount of new mothers approached Lloyd, telling him they named their baby Lloyd. It kinda freaked Lloyd out, to be honest

* Lloyd’s puppy eyes can convince anyone of anything. Whenever the ninja need to convince Wu of something, they send Lloyd.

* Lloyd knows what places on the bounty each ninja visits most often, so after a hard battle or if one of his siblings is having a bad day, he’ll stick little post it notes with nice messages in all of those places.

* He ends every note with “I love you so much. Love, Lloyd” and a little heart

* After the Morro incident, every single day, Wu would find a new note on his teapot, telling him what an amazing teacher he was, or how much he meant to the ninja.

* After skybound, Lloyd could tell that Jay was hiding something and that he was acting different, so he left a note every day on all of jay’s inventions and the video game console

* He left some for Cole on the refrigerator after he became a ghost

* For Nya and Kai it’s whenever they’re having a bad day. Sometimes Lloyd leaves them on random days, just to remind his big brother and sister how much they mean to him

* For Zane it’s on bad days as well

* After season 8/9 the others started doing it for him. The day after garmadon was defeated, Lloyd woke up to little notes on all of his belongings, from his sword, to his towel to his comics. He kept every single on of them.

[ice23hot]

To Bring Her Back

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Anne with an E (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ruby Gillis/Moody Spurgeon McPherson Characters: Ruby Gillis, Moody Spurgeon McPherson Additional Tags: Aged-Up Character(s), Prenatal Depression, Hint of fluff and angst, i'm sorry this plot bunny bit me hard, Not book compliant, Fluff

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Moody Spurgeon groaned as the door creaked before him, exaggerating his entrance into the florist’s small shop. It seemed his painless visit had been thwarted as he saw the florist rush over to assist him, grinning from ear to ear.

“Ah, Mr. Spurgeon! So nice to see you out of that drafty church! How’s the missus fairing? Pretty little thing, I’ve always said…”

Moody’s smile was tight-lipped. “She’s well, Mr. Fairbanks, thank you for asking.” He began to fiddle with the hat in his hands. “She has been a little, erm, tired lately, so I thought -”

“Well, you certainly came to the right place!” interjected the eager florist as he gestured Moody towards the window display. “How about something nice and bright like these prairie roses to cheer her up?”

“She has always liked pink,” Moody replied, eyeing the perkiness of the prairie roses. He listened distractedly as the florist gushed over the quality of the flowers and produced a healthy bouquet from the display. Without much thought, he produced some coins and nodded to Mr. Fairbanks, who was clearly not ready to end such a riveting conversation, and uttered a brief apology and thanks in the same breath as he turned to leave the shop.

As he hastened away from the center of town, he looked down at the flowers in his fist and couldn’t help but smile a little. They truly did remind him of Ruby. Hopefully they truly did possess the healing powers Mr. Fairbanks had mentioned.

To say that Mrs. Ruby Spurgeon had been tired was an understatement. Since entering her sixth month of pregnancy, she had become rather withdrawn, devoid of any energy at all. While good-intentioned neighbors insisted that weariness was a common side-effect for any expecting woman, Moody couldn’t help but be concerned. She seemed almost sad, listless, so unlike the Ruby he knew. It wasn’t fair to assume her condition was normal, not if she felt so awful.

“I’m putting my faith in you, okay?” Moody murmured towards the petals. He immediately shook his head in disbelief that he was talking to flowers now. But he really would talk to plants all day if it meant Ruby would feel more like herself.

He soon approached their home, feeling a looming sense of dread as he took in the dark shutters. Maybe she was visiting a friend or running a quick errand?

He opened the front door slowly, peeking into the kitchen. A pie sat on the table, but there was no heat from the oven or wafting steam; the pie had been there a while.

“Ruby?” Moody called tentatively, afraid to wake her should she be sleeping. He wandered the downstairs, finding no other relics indicating the presence of his wife, and made his way upstairs to their quarters. He peeked into their bedroom and stifled a sigh of relief: Ruby dozed underneath a light blanket, her light curls sprawled unceremoniously over the pillow. Moody always found her so angelic, especially now that her face had rounded ever so slightly as her body prepared for the baby.

She stirred slightly upon his entrance, eyelashes fluttering in confusion.

“Moody?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” he said softly, taking a step back into the doorway. “I’m sorry, I’ll let you sleep -”

“I’m afraid I’ve slept most of the day,” Ruby sighed. She stretched and began to sit up. Moody hurried forward to help her sit back against her pillows, placing the bouquet on her lap as he did so.

“I got these for you today,” he said unnecessarily, suddenly as nervous as he was back when they were courting. He felt rather foolish for not grabbing a vase; what did he expect her to do with them? To his horror, he looked back up to see tears in his wife’s eyes as she fiddled with the flowers.

“Are you alright?” He kneeled next to his wife, taking her pale white hand, noticing as always how his own hand dwarfed hers. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I can take them away.”

Ruby hiccuped and shook her head, her curls falling across her shoulders.

“I’ve been a terrible wife!”

“I - What?”

“Don’t look at me like that, Moody, you know it’s true!”

“Ruby -”

“All I do is mope around and cry and I can’t even cook dinner or do anything useful without falling asleep, honestly, I don’t know h-how you put up with me!”

Moody was silent for a moment as he gently took the flowers and set them on the bedside table. He pulled out a handkerchief and leaned forward to dab lightly at her cheeks. His heart clenched as she turned to look away from him, taking the handkerchief for herself to dry her swollen eyes. He let her compose herself for a moment, her sobs downgrading to shaky breaths. She really was so beautiful. He hated having to reassure her, but he knew what a tough time she was going through. He now placed his hand on her stomach, near the spot where he most frequently felt their child kick, and rubbed his thumb on the fabric of her dress.

“Ruby, look at me.”

Ruby shook her head again, but he saw her angle slightly and eye his hand.

“I don’t want you to ever think you’re less than perfect to me.”

She looked at him now, her lip still quivering slightly. Moody smiled reassuringly.

“You make me laugh everyday. You’re smart and mouthy and kind. And, as you know, you look really beautiful when you cry.”

Ruby laughed a little at this and shrugged. “What can I say?”

There she is.

“And, to top it all off, you’re carrying our baby.” As if on cue, the baby under his hand gave a slight kick of acknowledgment. “I know it’s hard on you. I can’t even imagine. I just want you to know that I’m g-grateful for what you do for our family to grow.”

They were both silent for a moment as the baby kicked lazily between them.

“You know I love the baby, right?”

Moody looked at his wife, surprised at her outburst. Before he could respond, she continued in earnest.

“I don’t know why I feel so down all the time, I truly don’t, I love our baby so much it hurts, I just can’t seem to find the energy, Moody, and I’m sorry -”

“You don’t have to explain yourself,” said Moody, “and you certainly don’t have to apologize for anything.” His poor, sweet wife. It broke his heart to know her concerns. Now if he could only keep her happy. He rubbed her stomach playfully. “This little lady certainly knows you love her.”

Her smile was breathtaking. “You think it’s a girl?”

“Oh, I know it’s a girl,” he laughed. “I can already tell she has an attitude.”

“She certainly has a mission, and that’s to keep me awake all night,” Ruby grumbled, but there was no real venom in her tone. Her eyes softened. “I love you.”

“I love you too, dear wife.” Moody leaned forward to kiss her reverently.

“I’m certainly glad I figured out how to get pregnant!”

Moody coughed and could feel his face flush as he thought back to their juvenile misunderstandings of biology. He cleared his throat, flushing again at the cheeky look from his wife. “It’s still light out. Could I convince you to sit out and get some sunshine?”

“Only if you play for me,” said Ruby as he helped her into a standing position.

Moody groaned, but Ruby was already going around the edge of the bed to where the case sat. “Aren’t you ever going to get tired of that old banjo?”

“Nope!” She lifted the case and pushed it into his arms. “You can play those three songs I like. And I can get down the stairs by myself, so don’t even try it.”

Moody grinned at his wife’s back as she left, feeling elated at her spike in energy. He would work at it every day if he had to, even if it meant she went back to bossing him around. She was worth it - their family was worth it - wholly and completely.

[vantekay]

one for the books ||kth

word count: 2.6k

genre(s): loads of fluff, shy library worker tae, college au, roommate and best friend guk makes an appearance (he’s also your personal hype man), slightly strangers to lovers? or maybe strangers to crushes would be more fitting anyways tae and reader know each other and have a lot of those cliche embarrassing encounters and the reader is completely oblivious to tae’s feelings, that’s basically all it is 

warning(s): not sure this is really a warning but I know some people don’t like it so towards the middle there is a mention of jungkook v*m-ing as a joke but if that’s not something you like then here is the warning! and as usual some cursing but nothing too intense

this was inspired by this textpost written by @himawaritae! they have amazing tae scenarios that they post and you can use :) it’s awesome and I want to say thank you for sharing your amazing scenario ideas with the world. I hope I did this one justice!

also I will most likely make a part 2 to this? probably I mean I sort of set it up that way so we will see anyways I really hope you guys like it

you smile, a soft hum vibrating in the back of your throat as you plop yourself into the soft bean bag chairs that decorate the back of the library. you place your book bag next to you and begin to take out your notes and textbook to begin studying from. finals were coming up soon and you had tried to study back at your dorm with very little success, landing you here in the empty library.

your best friend and roommate jungkook had repeatedly told you that it would be impossible for you to retain any of the information you were attempting to study in your shared dorm. it was impossible because jungkook had decided he was going to invite some of his friends over to your room for a “study session” you knew would just turn into them playing video games in the lounge space just outside of your dorm room that your university had. since jungkook knew that was how this night was going to end, he suggested you take advantage of the library just down the street from campus that not many students ever visited. after having thanked him and praised him like the god he was (not) and reminding him not to be too noisy so they didn’t get a noise complaint from the other students on your floor, you hauled yourself and all of your belongings to the library with a smile on your face at the thought of actually being able to concentrate and study.

when you walked in, the cute blonde boy who you know to be kim taehyung, greeted you with his signature boxy smile as he gave you a polite wave. you had smiled back at him, flashing him your student ID even though he was very aware of who you were and knew you weren't some random girl off the street who had wanted to take advantage of the space the library provided. it had happened before, hence the new student ID rule, and when he gave you a thumbs up followed by a sleepy grin you retreated to a spot in the back of the library with a slight blush on your cheeks.

it’s been a couple hours now since you walked into the library and you don’t remember when but at some point your eyes started to get droopy and the words in your textbook stopped making sense long ago. your hand had lost all grip on the pencil you once wielded to take notes and has now landed in between you and the bean bag as you head lolls back.

you’ve been asleep for what feels like ten minutes but has really been 3 hours, and now at midnight taehyung has to come around and make sure everyone has left the library. that’s when he sees you, passed out in the bean bag chair. your books have fallen off of your lap and now rest on the floor near your feet. your arms are wrapped around your form for warmth as the library is a bit colder than expected and your head rests uncomfortably on the back of the cushion. taehyung stifles a laugh, and his grin stretches from each cheek as he gazes at you.

after a few moments he remembers what he came back here to do and slowly steps towards your sleeping form. with a cautious hand, he reaches for your shoulder and gives you a light shake. when that doesn’t do anything to rouse you, he tries to shake you with a bit more force and calls out your name. you shift your body and your eyes open slowly, a confused look overtaking your features as you look around you at your surroundings, not being able to recall when you fell asleep.

now that you’re awake, taehyung takes a couple steps back and if you weren’t just waking up from a sleep with hazy thoughts, the blush that overtakes taehyung’s features would have registered but it doesn’t and for that he is thankful.

“um,” he rubs the back of his neck nervously as his cheeks turn an even darker shade of rose. “I have to close the library now, I’m sorry” he looks down at you with sincere eyes. he’s not sure how long you slept for but if the lines that have formed on your arms from the bean bag are anything to go by his guess would be that you fell asleep not long after arriving.

“that’s okay! it’s not like it’s your rule” you laugh as you stand to collect your books. taehyung crouches down to help you and you smile at him as a way of saying thank you. after you have everything packed up, you awkwardly stand and stare at each other for a minute and your brain finally processes the blush that has not left taehyung’s cheeks since he woke you up. his flushed face and shy smile he keeps flashing at you makes your stomach erupt in butterflies and a blush of your own climbs its way up and over your cheeks.

“I should be going now. I can almost guarantee you’ll see me back here again though. my roommate is noisy and makes it impossible for me to do anything” you giggle and taehyung feels his heart skip a beat at the sound.

“I’ll be waiting for you” he says smoothly even though his heart was beating out of his chest and he was almost positive you could hear it. he sees that his words effectively make you blush harder and he smiles. after that he leads you out of the library and you both walk back to your dorms. to your surprise, taehyung lived in the same complex that you did just on a different floor. when it’s his turn to get off, because he lives on a lower floor than you, you say your goodbyes before the doors close and your left alone in the elevator until you reach your floor.

“what the hell is that?” jungkook asks when you walk into your shared room. he was sat as his desk doing some work on his laptop but he turned around when he heard the door to your room unlock.

“what the hell is what?” you ask as you place your bag down at the foot of your bed and plop down on it on your back, a smile never leaving your lips at the thought of taehyung and your interactions with him tonight.

jungkook gets up and sits next to you on your bed. “this” he says as he pokes your face near your lips. you sit up and stare at him.

“what I can’t be happy?” you ask, pretending to be hurt by his comment but you simply cannot keep the smile off of your face. jungkook pretends to gag at your happiness.

“don’t tell me you’re...in love” he says as he continues to pretend to feel sick by your emotions, the back of his hand coming up to cover his mouth like he is about to spew chunks all over. as if he wasn’t already over-exaggerating enough, he puts space between you and him on your bed. you roll your eyes at his actions and you have to hold yourself back from pushing off of your bed and onto the floor.

“I am not-” you have to turn your head because looking at jungkook and having him interrogate you about your blooming crush on the boy you saw minutes ago is causing you to become flustered all over again. jungkook looks at you with a shocked face when you turn around to look at him again.

“oh my god you are! who is it? you have to tell me everything” his attitude changes completely from the fake disgusted act he was putting on and now he lays on your bed with his hands propping his face up and his legs kicking in the air behind him like a teenage girl. you giggle at his actions and hit him in the head with your pillow.

“stop that, we aren’t in middle school anymore and it’s not even that serious” you say but not even you believe that statement, and with the blush that is beginning to completely overtake your face jungkook knows that too. he smiles at you until he realizes where you were tonight and he sits up quickly.

“wait a minute- it’s taehyung isn’t it? it’s taehyung that’s got you looking and acting like a lovesick highschool girl” he says accusingly, a finger pointing itself at you and you lean forward with your mouth open like you’re going to bite his finger before he quickly pulls it back to his chest with his other hand.

“and what if it is?” you ask with a quirk to your brows, arms crossed over your chest and jungkook just smiles at you.

“I can help you”

it’s the next day during a break in between classes when you see taehyung again. you and jungkook sit at your usual spot at the back of the cafe just down the street from your dorm when he suddenly kicks your feet under the table.

“ow! what the fuck jungkook?” you whisper yell at him, leaning forward onto the table to put your head down in pain before you kick him back in retaliation.

“look up you dummy!” he says through his teeth as he kicks you back, to which you whip your head up to look at him with a glare that most definitely could kill. he ignores your burning gaze and leans forward into the table as well so your faces are closer. “taehyung is here” he informs you and this causes the glare your eyes once held to immediately be replaced with something else that jungkook can’t quite pinpoint.

you quickly put your hands around your face and look at the man across from you. “is he looking this way?” you ask in a whisper, your eyes dart from side to side in shock and fear of being seen.

jungkook rolls his eyes at your behavior and pries your hands away from your face. you look at him incredulously before he tells you very plainly “you look like a dumb ass, and he’s kind of just looking everywhere, like he’s looking for somebody” he says as he looks back at taehyung who’s searching the crowd with squinted eyes. he holds something in his right hand that jungkook can’t really make out from his seat.

after a good 10 minutes of taehyung standing at the entrance of the cafe still searching, jungkook connects the dots and assumes he must be looking for you. jungkook excuses himself to go get something to drink but what you miss is the mischievous grin he shoots your way before he gets up from the booth and saunters his way towards taehyung.

“hey man! looking for someone?” jungkook asks as he approaches the blonde. taehyung takes a second to register the voice of his friend but once he does he offers him his signature smile.

“yeah actually... how did you know?” taehyung asks with a quirk of his brow and jungkook smiles before looking back at the table where you sit.

“I saw you walk in and just stand here for the past 10 minutes. are you looking for y/n by any chance?” jungkook pushes further, knowing the answer already and as if to confirm his thoughts taehyung breaks out into a shy smile and a blush begins blooming up his neck.

“ah yeah…” he trails off, his hand that isn’t holding the object jungkook noticed earlier is coming up to rub at the back of his neck shyly. “she left something in the library last night and I just wanted to give it back to her” taehyung tells jungkook, finally lifting his head and making eye contact with him and the younger just flashes him a knowing smile.

“you should go give it to her now, I’m going to the bathroom anyways so she’s all by herself at the table” jungkook smirks and before taehyung can say anything, he’s pushing him in the direction of where you sit and then running back to retreat to the bathrooms.

taehyung awkwardly walks up to you and clears his throat to get your attention. you turn to look at him with wide eyes, you were expecting for it to be jungkook standing there with a dumb grin on his face. taehyung offers you his gorgeous boxy smile before he extends his hand towards you. you look down at his hand confused before you see your pencil in his outstretched palm.

“you uh, you left this in your chair last night. it must have rolled from your notebook when you fell asleep” taehyung tells you as you go to reach for the pencil from him. he has a blush spreading over his cheeks at the slight brush of your fingertips against his palm and you would be lying if you said it didn’t send a whirlwind of butterflies off in your stomach either.

“thank you for bringing this back to me” you say genuinely as you look up to make eye contact with the blonde, a smile on your face. “this is my favorite one and I would have been really sad later when I went to look for it and couldn’t find it” you now look down to the pencil in your hand with a pout on your lips. the thought of you running around the apartment looking for it like a madman while jungkook would sit and tell you it’s ‘just a pencil’ making a small smile perk your lips up.

“so cute” taehyung says under his breath. your head whips up so fast he thinks you might give yourself whiplash and he’s about to ask what caused you to look up at him like that when he realizes he just said something and he must have said it out loud instead of to himself like he meant. his eyes widen to the size of planets as he brings a hand up to cover his mouth, shock and fear written all over his facial features.

“I...I did not mean to say that out loud. I’m so sorry” taehyung is rushing his words and before you can tell him that it’s okay, he’s waving a hand at you as he rushes out of the cafe. you sit at the table dumbfounded, looking from the pencil in your hand back to the door taehyung just darted out of and a sense of disappointment fills your conscious. you’re so concerned with taehyung and what events just transpired between the two of you that you don’t see your best friend sauntering his way back to the table with a smug smile on his face.

“so how did it go with- why do you look like that?” jungkook sounds confused as he takes his seat across from you again and watches the way you look from the door to the pencil in your hand and then finally to him.

“taehyung called me cute and then got flustered and ran away…” you say, your voice is quiet and has a lilt of hurt to it that jungkook doesn’t miss.

“why do you sound so disappointed? he was obviously just embarrassed” he tries to reason with you but you can’t stop thinking about the way he ran out. 

“it’s obvious he’s in love with you, dumb ass. why else would he run away like that after calling you cute to your face?” jungkook presses more, his face resting in his hands as he gives you a knowing look and you try to reason with yourself and tell yourself he’s right but for some reason you can’t help but feel that maybe taehyung didn’t mean it.

“maybe...anyways let’s head back home. I have more studying to do” you say as you get up and begin packing up your things and throwing away your trash. jungkook just shakes his head, wondering how you could be so oblivious to what was right in front of you.

[martiniblves]

mijoo and her iconic entrances DFKLSJGDF

yes, i really am recycling the intro some of you probably Just caught when you followed me DGSFLJLGSD

hey y’all, i’m kat, english student and an old hag :/ also slowly coming down from an anxiety moment, hence only deleting old shit now and potentially going rogue from my blog for the night after posting this ( aka, best if y'all send me your d*scord users bc it's much easier for me there ) sfdgjgfd i’m super excited for this group and can’t wait to read all about your muses !  and hoping you feel the same, i’ll get right to introducing avalon bay’s resident messy brat, dahlia !

[ lee mijoo ] dahlia kim, twenty-four, cis female, she/her, radio dj — a world-class traveler in the making, self-proclaimed “ reformed ” groupie, has been a tennant at avalon bay for two years, her cherry blaster obsession is the sweetest thing about her, she slept with an ex-best friend’s roommate and crush as revenge. [ kat, 22, nt, she/her ]

she often goes between dahlia and dia, first and foremost sdfglkj

came from a super small town in upstate new york where there wasn’t much to do or much to see, so growing up she had an adventurous streak that would run rampant when she was able to go off by herself, able to drive, and finally able to leave it behind

her family life was rather average, her parents scraped by financially but her and her two younger siblings never really went without — aside from a toy or two at christmas or a brand new car for their sixteenth birthdays sfgkljgdf

gets on fine with them, but her and her little/middle sister have had an on-and-off contentious relationship that, at the moment, is very much ON SDFGFG

small town life was.. okay overall, she was social Enough and polite but never really maintained any close relationships with her childhood pals once high school came and went, mostly bc the town was full of gossips so everyone thought poorly of each other and passed it onto their kids LSKFDGJGDFL

and yes, i’m kinda basing this off of the antics of adults from my hometown, what about it ??

she spent most of her formative years with her head in the clouds and music always around her or on her mind

so you bet she wound up taking guitar and piano lessons when she was a kid and well into her teens, and dare i say she was pretty good at it fsdglkjgdf

having that skill gave her the boost of confidence she needed from middle school onward, having been a tad reserved before then

idk what else to add bc i honestly can’t think of anything else about her past Before moving away. dull as hell probably, more than it’s already been said LKGSDF

upon moving to the city, she attended nyu just to keep her parents from completely losing their minds over her not.. wanting to go on a sure path, majoring in communications and spending much of her time as a dj for the campus radio station’s late night shows

soon began searching for dj gigs at major radio stations once she’d graduated and landed a spot as an intern to meet with artists the station wished to interview, etc, and even had an opportunity or two to interview them herself

through that job, she became more exposed to the groupie lifestyle and — having always been somewhat intrigued — soon became one ( of sorts ) 

sorry if you’re a fan of h*lsey bc this might come across as a dig, but this is where she becomes the chill version of groupie!h*lsey that h*lsey wishes she had been DFLSKJDGSFL

she liked the attention from drummers, singers and rappers alike — plus having sex with talented, rich people whenever they were in town didn’t hurt one bit — and she kept it all separate from her job, although it did help the station land more interviews, tickets for contests, etc

wasn’t big on hard drugs, but she never shied away from a bong being handed to her or a couple of xanax tablets, just so we’re clear here sdflkgjfdgk

however, the no-strings set-up quickly shifted for dahlia upon meeting a rising indie band’s lead singer

he was smooth as hell, which she already knew alongside his tendency to get bored easily with fangirls-turned-groupies like the rest of the musicians she’d met, so when she played along with his game, it didn’t take long for him to maintain an interest in her and for them to forge something of a friendship

she’d never admit it to anyone, but he was her first love as the initial sexual attraction very quickly became romantic after long conversations about music and aspirations, mundane happenings in their lives separate from their encounters and who should’ve won immunity on the recent ep of masterchef; dia knew he wouldn’t settle down now and she knew that while she was his number one at that point, she wasn’t the only one he had. a couple of months passed where it seemed like he was going only to her, that his interest rarely waned to the other girls that would swarm him, which led her to believe he was at least somewhat into her and to her confessing when they were both drunk one night — only to be shut down but not shut out

dejected and heartbroken, she still couldn’t quite distance herself from him like she knew she should and the front she put up — that she exaggerated her feelings and would get over it — made him none the wiser

however, he couldn’t get over the thought of his fwb still being in love with him and cut ties with her abruptly before his nth departure from nyc

it took her right out of her bubble, left a horrible taste in her mouth to even go back to being a groupie for others over how poorly it all went with him, so she abandoned the sexual aspect and potential intimacy of it — but not before taking herself completely out of that lifestyle for a few months to get over him

which.. lbr, she’s only 90% of the way there to this day sfdlkkdfsgl

upon going back, she showed up to shows and parties solely as a friend of the performer.... before that got old Quick and she realized how soul-sucking it was for her sexually frustrated And repressed ass KFSLJGS

though ask her pals and they’d think she’d given it up altogether, hence her supposedly being reformed

.. at least she isn’t indulging in drugs like she occasionally used to, so that counts for something lksdfjlgdf

as for her time in radio, she got promoted to a morning slot as a dj with a couple of co-hosts last year, though once an afternoon slot opened, she high-tailed it out of there

anything to get back to her chill, late night roots and this was the first step

lastly, she moved to avalon bay 2 years ago, after uni was done and she had to move out of the dorms. in that time, she’d become best friends with another girl and had a massive falling out bc the other was. well. changing for the worst sgfjgfd

she became selfish, judgmental, advantageous and disloyal, and soon dia had enough of her hypocritical and generally nasty antics ( and not without a brutal argument that left both of their egos bruised )

dahlia isn’t always one for petty revenge, but when the ex-bff’s roommate and crush — who dia had a slight interest in as well — bumped into her in the hallway of their dorm one night, she took her chance to knock the other down a peg by initiating a flirtatious conversation that quickly turned sexual

with her ex-bff being on the other side of the wall of said roommate’s room

safe to say that their ( final ) conversation in the morning was a fucking disaster SDFLGKJGFDK

it’s not something she’s entirely ashamed about, but dia doesn’t feel the need to disclose what happened

PERSONALITY AND OTHER SHIT

she loves her friends, would die for them, would kill for them. let’s get that straight first and foremost !

does that mean she’s the nicest or even the most tolerable person ?? fuck no SFGLJGKDF

i described her to one of my pals as a “ chaotic free-spirit with a mean streak when she doesn’t get her way, ” which. could also describe a couple of my bitchier muses tbh FLDKGJDS

but she’s stubborn, irritable and has a sense of high self-worth and self-preservation

she obviously has an attitude that can and will come out if you hurt her or someone she cares about/someone she thinks doesn’t deserve it

or if you think you’re a god or something

and it can get ugly.. as explained above dfskgdgkf

however, we love confident women on this blog and here you have one !

she’s chill for the most part, so you ( probably ) won’t have anything to worry about if you stay on her good side gfsdkljgfd

passionate af about radio and music as a career, wants to have a gig like zane lowe’s beats hosting job or even annie mac’s one day

although she also wishes to put out music of her own at least Once before she dies dfgsljdfgk

bit of a wild child, likes to party and just do her own thing — partially bc she’s scared of getting older and having to give that all up/being forced to act her age

doesn’t mean she doesn’t like her quiet nights in though !

closet romantic, just wants to be swept off of her feet..... but no one needs to know that, at least she doesn’t think so FSDJKGFD

won't let you see it anyways, at least unless she's Interested and knows you're not someone who's only useful for her in the short-term

also quietly doting, will never be the mom friend bc it’s too much responsibility and patience, but will always be a good shoulder to cry on who tells you your feelings are valid before she tells you to toughen the fuck up and amend a situation yourself, might even tell you how

some exceptions may apply FDLSJGSFLK

a bit vulgar at times, just warning you now fgldskf

wants to see the world and has travelled a little as it is bc of her connections. loves it

JFKDGS

has a pet succulent bc she Knows she can't look after the big fluffy dog of her dreams rn

named him bobby after one of the characters from the love island game DFLKGSJF

i honestly dk what else to add rn, plus i’m eager af to post this so we’ll end it here ! cute extras can always be posted later !

[xfangheartx]

Red Strings- Chapter 3

Chapter 3- Unexpected Reunion

"Kagome!" Kagome looked up to see a young woman with brown hair that was tied up in a ponytail, wearing a magenta coat and a light pink scarf around her neck, plus a pair of dark brown pants and a pair of black boots. She also had on some light red eyeliner around her eyes. "There you are!" she called. "I was when you'd show up! You're late, you know!" "Sorry, Sango," Kagome said as she approached her and gave her a hug. Sango was Kagome's childhood friend, just a year older than she was. The two girls were practically joined at the hip since preschool together. Sango had always been something of an older sister figure to Kagome ever since the older child scared off bullies that were picking on the younger girl by forming a circle and singing "Kagome, Kagome". Ever since that day, the girls were hardly ever seen apart. "Come on," Sango said as she and Kagome entered the university building. "We're late for the lecture." "Sorry," Kagome said. "I had to take care of something at home. Before I knew it, I was running late." "Well, you still made it, at least," Sango said. "I'd be really worried if you never showed up." "You're always fussing about me," Kagome replied. "Someone has to," Sango quipped, causing the two of them to laugh. "So...what happened at home?" "Oh, nothing special," Kagome said. "After I got off work at almost 1 in the morning, I ended up bringing a little houseguest to my apartment." She then sighed while muttering under her breath "A drunk houseguest..." "Wait, what?" Sango asked. "Drunk?" "Don't worry about it," Kagome replied. "He went home." "It was a guy?!" Sango questioned. "Shh~!!" Kagome shushed. "Sango, please! Keep it down!" Soon, the pair were in the lecture hall, listening to the professor. Not many attended, just the usual 13 people, some humans, and some demons. Among them was a tall, tanned-skin young man with long black hair that was tied up in a ponytail and wearing a brown headband. He had on a brown hooded jacket and a white T-shirt underneath, as well as a pair of gray jeans. What stuck out about him most, however, was the long, brown, furry tail sticking out of his rear end. The moment his blue eyes fell on Kagome, he smiled warmly. "Hey there, Kagome," he greeted. "Hello, Koga," Kagome greeted, though in a bit of a deadpan tone. "I was starting to wonder where you might have been," said Koga. "You hardly ever run late." "I had something to take care of at home, okay?" Kagome asked as she grabbed a book and began to open it. "Don't start any funny business, today, Koga," said Sango in a warning tone. "Oh, come on, can't I just be friendly?" Koga asked...but then he paused as his nose twitched...then he leaned closer to Kagome and took a big inhale, causing her to push him away. "Oh, my god, what is wrong with you, Koga?!" she questioned. "Are you out of your mind, you crazy wolf?!" Sango asked. "I know you've been crushing on Kagome for a while, but that's creepy even by your standards!" "I-I'm sorry!" Koga cried. "I...I just..." "You just what, Koga?!" Kagome asked. "...I...I'm sorry," Koga apologized. "Really." "Come on, Kagome," Sango said as she got up. "Let's sit somewhere else." "But Kagome-" Koga started. "I don't wanna hear it, Koga!" Kagome interrupted as she left with Sango. "Well, that was weird," Sango said. "Normally, he just leers at you...I've never known him to sniff you before. Even my boyfriend's not that big of a creep, half the time." "Yeah..." Kagome muttered as they sat in different seats. 'That was really weird...' she thought. 'I mean...I know that canine demons are known to smell things, but that was a little too close for comfort.' XXX

A little while later, Kagome and Sango were sitting in the university library, just minding their own business. "So, who was this guy that you brought to your home?" asked Sango. "Don't worry about it, Sango," Kagome said in a hushed voice so as not to disturb the other university students. "Come on, you can tell me," Sango urged. "I won't tell anyone, okay?" Kagome looked at her childhood friend, who looked at her with these pleading eyes. Kagome wasn't really one for gossip, but she knew Sango wasn't one to blab to anyone else. Not even her boyfriend knew very much between the two, and that was saying something. "...Well," Kagome started, "it's difficult to explain." "Try me," Sango smirked. "...Okay," Kagome replied. "You see, I was getting off work and locking up the cafe for the night...but then, as I was heading home, I saw someone get kicked out of Ren's Joint." "You mean that bar that Renkotsu owns not too far from the cafe?" asked Sango. "The very one," Kagome affirmed. "Anyway, I get up closer to him and I see that he's a half-demon." "A half-demon?" asked Sango in surprise. "Wow...those are really rare. I mean, it's hard to tell if someone's a demon in this day and age with how well they blend in, but a half-demon? What kind was he?" "A dog," Kagome answered. "He had white hair and two dog ears on his head...and...these really pretty golden eyes..." Sango blinked at her friend, who had this slightly wistful smile on her face, which caused her to chuckle. "Uh...anything else?" she asked. "Well, he was really plastered," Kagome replied. "Apparently, he had been there since 10 o'clock last night, so there's no telling how much he had to drink. I tried getting him to call his parents, but he was so drunk, he couldn't even coordinate properly. So, I took him home, called his folks and left a message...then I ended up letting him sleep in my bed." 'God forbid I tell Sango I had to take off his vomit-stained clothes,' she thought. "He slept in your bed?" Sango asked. "...You two didn't-" "No!" Kagome whispered, sharply. "Dear god, no! That's the last thing I'd do...although..." "Although what?" Sango asked. "...When I put him to bed," Kagome began, "he started crying in his sleep...and then he called me 'Kikyo'." "Kikyo?" Sango repeated. "That's weird..." "Yeah, I know," Kagome said. "And...you know what else is weird?" "What?" Sango asked. "On the night I met him," Kagome said as she looked at her finger, "I saw a red string, tied around my pinky finger." "A...a red string?" Sango repeated in confusion. "I don't understand." "Neither do I," Kagome said. "I mean...sometimes, it's there and sometimes, it's not...and when I first saw it...it was tied around his finger." "Huh...that is strange," Sango mused. "So...did you get his name?" "Yeah," Kagome replied. "His name is-" "Kagome." Kagome tensed before she turned around, only to sigh as she saw that it was Koga, again. Rolling her eyes, she turned away from him while Sango glared. "Don't you have some other girl to stick your nose at?" she asked. "Look, I'm sorry," Koga apologized. "I couldn't help myself. My base instincts took over. When I smelled this weird scent coming off Kagome, I had to be sure." "What weird scent?" Kagome asked as she glared at the wolf demon. "Are you saying I don't bathe?!" "N-no! God, no!" Koga cried before he sighed. "Look, I'm just gonna go ahead and ask...Kagome...did you...get a dog or something?" Kagome's eyes went wide. "A...a dog?" she repeated. "Why?" "Because for some reason," Koga began, "your usually sweet-smelling fragrance is being overpowered by the stink of dog." Kagome couldn't help hearing the slight venom in his tone of voice as he said this. "And not just that," Koga said, "you kinda smell a little like booze, too...and I know you'd never drink a drop of alcohol in your life, Kagome." He then glared. "...Don't tell me...you didn't meet him, did you?" "Meet who?" Kagome asked. "Who are you talking about, Koga?" Sango asked. "Inuyasha Taisho," Koga answered. "A half-demon...and man, is he bad news." "What do you mean?" Kagome asked. "That guy is a ticking time-bomb," said Koga. "Just about anything will set him off!" "Okay, I think you might be exaggerating, just a little," Sango said. "There's no way that somebody is that temperamental." "It's no joke," Koga said. "I actually know the guy...got into a few scrapes with him, myself." He then growled in his throat. "Just smelling him makes me sick." "I'm sure he's not that bad," Kagome replied. "Oh, trust me," Koga said. "He's not exactly a ray of sunshine...especially after what happened, three years ago." "What?" Kagome asked. "What happened three years ago?" "It doesn't matter," Koga replied before he looked to the girl and held her hands with the utmost sincerity. "Listen to me, Kagome." "Oh, here we go," Sango deadpanned. "If that mutt ever puts his grubby paws on you again," Koga began, "let me know and I'll gladly put him in his place for you...understand?" "Uh...I think I can take care of myself, Koga," said Kagome, "but I appreciate your concern." "Well, I'm still around if you need me," Koga replied as he turned to leave. "Be seein' ya, Kagome." On that, he left, while Sango stuck her finger in her mouth and gagged. "Seriously?" she asked. "Can you believe that guy?" "... ... ..." Kagome remained quiet. "What's wrong?" asked Sango. "...Don't tell Koga," Kagome whispered, "but...I actually did meet Inuyasha last night." "What?!" Sango asked in surprise, though tried to keep her voice soft. "You're kidding!" "No, I'm not," Kagome said, "and honestly...I think Koga's got him pegged all wrong. I mean...he might look grumpy, but I think he's just got his issues." "You think that only after one night with him?" Sango asked. "Not just one night," Kagome countered. "I actually spent a little time with him this morning before his brother came and took him home. I mean...maybe he is a little rude and needs a bit of an attitude adjustment, but honestly, he seems okay for the most part." "Are you sure about that, Kagome?" Sango asked. "...Oh, it doesn't matter," Kagome replied. "I probably won't even see him again." "What makes you so sure about that?" Sango inquired. "It was just happenstance that I happened to meet him, at best," Kagome said. "He was drunk and in trouble, so I helped him out. That's all it is." "...If you say so," Sango said, "but Kagome...sometimes, fate has a funny way of working things out." "Pfft!" Kagome buzzed her lips. "Fate..." As she glanced down at her left pinky finger...her eyes went wide upon seeing that same red string from last night. '...Again?' XXX

"Haa...this is much better, huh, Taro?" Taro panted as he walked along while Inuyasha held his leash, both of them walking down the street. Inuyasha figured that maybe a nice walk with his dog would clear his head. So far, it seemed to be working. His mind hadn't been on the argument with his father since he left the house. This time, though, he remembered to take his phone with him, just to keep Izayoi from worrying. Taro barked as he pulled on his leash, causing Inuyasha to chuckle as he walked after his dog. The Akita always seemed to cheer him up, no matter how much of a grouch he was being. He could still remember the day he adopted him, 5 years ago from the shelter on the day he was due to be put down. At first, Toga wouldn't allow it, saying that Inuyasha wasn't responsible enough to care for a dog, but his son proved him wrong. He fed him the best dog food he could buy, brushed him almost every day, bathed him once or twice a week (which usually ended with Inuyasha falling into the tub), hell, he even saved up more than a thousand dollars out of his own allowance just to make sure that he had proper vet care. And of course, the dog repaid him with his own affections...especially after... Well, all in all, Taro was the one thing that still brought some semblance of joy to Inuyasha's life. As the two walked, Inuyasha's stomach started to growl. He realized it was about lunchtime. Maybe he could stop at his favorite ramen place and grab a bowl to eat before he went back home, not to mention give some pork belly slices to Taro as a treat. Of course, he could also bring home some ice cream macarons. Shippo loved those. Just then, the leash went taut and caused Inuyasha's left arm to get pulled back. He was so caught up in his thoughts, he didn't realize that Taro had stopped in front of some fancy-looking cafe, staring through the glass door while wagging his tail. Inuyasha blinked, perplexed as to why his dog decided to stop and stare at such a place, but he supposed it might have been because he might have smelled something good in there. "Taro, what are you doing?" Inuyasha asked as he tugged on the leash. "Come on, let's go." But Taro wouldn't budge, instead choosing to hook his claws into the concrete, to his master's frustration. "Taro!" Inuyasha demanded as he pulled on the leash, again. "Come on, boy!" Taro growled as he pulled away from Inuyasha, who grunted as he tried to pull the leash back, but then, all of a sudden, his collar slipped off and the Akita ran inside the building. "Taro!" Inuyasha yelled as he chased after him. "Taro, get back here! Heel!!" As soon as he entered the cafe, all eyes fell on him from both the patrons and the staff. Inuyasha panted as he looked around for his dog until he spotted him going up a flight of stairs to the upper deck...but that wasn't the only thing he saw: there, on the steps, was that same red thread, and when he looked down at his right hand, he saw that it was tied to his pinky again...but he didn't have time to focus on it, now. He had to get his dog back before he got into any trouble! As Inuyasha ran up the stairs, his breath got caught in his chest as he found Taro...being petted by a familiar black-haired woman wearing a black uniform and a white apron tied around her waist. As she looked up, her chocolate brown eyes met his golden ones, causing her to gasp as she stood up...the red string seeming to float before the two of them. "Inuyasha...!" Kagome whispered.

[sophygurl]

Dirty Dancing

I had a hankering to watch one of my old favorites today - one I’ve seen hundreds of times and that’s not an exaggeration. I probably watched it one hundred times alone the first summer it was on HBO and I recorded it - I’m guessing 1988 since it came out in 87?

Anyway - the short version of this post is simply that I’m pretty sure Dirty Dancing is a big part of my bisexuality and polyamorousness like. I’m sorry but Baby falls for Penny as much as Johnny and you can’t convince me otherwise and they would make an excellent throuple. And my little hetnormative-trained 13 year old brain didn’t KNOW that was a big draw of the movie for me but it was because the scenes between the three of them were my favorites - especially the dance training montage scenes where they’re all dancing together oh my HEART. But also just like you see so clearly how Baby is crushing on them both so much in those beginning stages and SOMETHING ABOUT THAT SPOKE TO MY LIL TEENAGE HEART OKAY?

So but the longer version is that I still love every single bit of this damned movie (2 minor exceptions - when Baby says “I’m not proud of myself” in her emotional monologue to her dad? I’d take that out. And also I wish the mom had just a smidge more agency but I also get that the lack of agency for the women was a big part of the story- hence these only being slight exceptions).

But okay yes. The movie? Is hella fun with a kicking soundtrack and amazing dancing and acting and Grey and Swayze have chemistry coming out of their whazoodles and I’d throw Rhodes in there too and all of that is fun and sexy and romantic and nostalgic (now for TWO decades since it kinda melds 60′s and 80′s stuff together in some ways).

You know what else though? It’s also just an amazing movie with incredible peeks into the sexism and classism of the era, and especially the intersection of the two. It explores both upper and lower class women’s roles and how both lower class men and women were treated. Swayze’s Johnny Castle is treated like a sexual object and expected to have sex with the upper class women who are being neglected by their husbands (interesting to note that the entertainment staff was forbidden to socialize with the daughters but expected to sex up the older ladies and the more educated upper class staff were expected to romance but not have sex with the daughters of the guests). 

Then there’s Penny and the whole pregnancy/abortion storyline and how Robbie treats both her and Baby’s sister Lisa - spoiler alert he treats them both horribly but in different ways. The mom has almost no agency. Baby thinks she has it, but you can clearly see the difference between when she’s with her family or with fellow upper class Neil and when she’s with Johnny and Penny and Billy - she blossoms into this whole new wonderful person with new insights and opinions about the world because she’s finally seeing outside of the bubble of her family and class. 

The movie does entirely ignore race issues, which is unfortunate. But I’m also guessing that is partly due to the setting - the vacationers would all have been upper class white folk and it seems most of the staff would have been as well. The band leader is a black man, but I think that’s it? IDK if that would have been indicative of the times or not, but it seems like the movie could have figured race into things if it had wanted to. The only other way it’s mentioned is when Neil says when the summer ends, he’s going to join the freedom riders. He seems to say this in order to impress Baby, who has shown she is concerned about social justice issues. And it comes off as a sort of privileged ally-cookie-quest. If Neil’s character did care about civil rights, it was not reflected in the way he treated the lower class staff at his uncle’s resort. 

Despite this lack, however, the movie does a pretty decent job looking at this intersection of gender and class. The way Baby was raised to believe she could change the world, and that this meant she should care about everyone regardless of things like race and class - but then quickly learned that her family (particularly her father) meant she should do these things in a more dignified and distanced way. They sort of humor her ideas of joining the peace corp and studying the economics of undeveloped countries - but the idea of befriending the entertainment staff at the resort is *gasp* Scandal!! 

But because Baby believed in those ideals she was raised with, and hadn’t yet learned the reality of what her parents expected of her - she plows right in and befriends these people whose dancing skill she so admires. She falls in love with dance, and with the people themselves (*ahem* Johnny AND Penny here) and with their easy way of being with one another. 

She rushes in to help wherever and whenever she can, but is still ashamed of her association and hides it from her family. This new world she’s discovered is a sort of guilty secret, and especially so once her relationship with Johnny becomes sexual in nature (AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT HOW MUCH AGENCY SHE HAD IN THAT FIRST SEX SCENE LIKE SHE IS JUST GOING ON ABOUT HOW IMPORTANT HE IS TO HER, STARTS TO DANCE WITH HIM, GRABS HIS ASS, AND IS JUST LIKE - YEA BABY LET’S GO!).

So okay, she’s having teh sex and doing teh dance and making teh friends - but it’s still a secret because her family would find it shameful. Does this stop her when she finds out that Johnny is about to be blamed and fired for the theft? SHIT NO it does not! She jumps in to tell the whole world (well okay her family and the Kellerman’s and some other folks in the dining room at the time) that she slept with him that night so he couldn’t have stolen the wallet so THERE! 

And of course he gets fired anyway (I guess for defiling a rich girl? Blech.) but like. When he comes to find her and is all “nobody has ever stood up for me like that! ever!” - I die a little inside because this poor guy has been so beaten down that he doesn’t think he’s good for anything when what WE know about him is that he 1) totally stands by and protects his female bff (possible triad member???? shhh sophy we’re doing a thing here) no matter what and 2) he loves Baby so much because he sees all this good in her and he doesn’t think he deserves her but he is so proud of her and UGH 3) he stops taking the rich guy’s money to sex up his wife because Baby had finally convinced him he was better than that and 4) he works super hard all the time just to make ends meet but would Still have given Penny all his money to help her out and 5) GDI NEIL HE DOESN’T WANNA DO THE PACACHANGA!

All of this culminates when he comes back in and is all “Nobody puts Baby in a corner!” - which is such an epic and cool line but is also super cheesy and a bit nonsensical??? But what he means, really, is that in that moment he sees this woman that he loves sitting quietly in the corner with her parents who are suppressing this passionate and compassionate side of her (well mostly her dad her poor mom doesn’t wtf is going on) and he knows - okay - Johnny Castle KNOWS that Fances Baby Houseman is a fucking STAR okay and he is going to show the whole world (well all of the Kellerman guests and staff anyway) what she can do! PHEW.

So like. Yea, the movie is fun as shit for a lot of reasons. But it’s also so real and vital and important for more reasons than just this one gal’s bisexual/poly pre-awakening (it took another 5-10 years to fully get it - this was the 80′s/90′s in Wisconsin alright we didn’t have the internet back then to explain our sexualities to us!)

I don’t have a nice concluding thesis for this rambly meta except to say that I hope you enjoyed it and also I once again scared the crap out of my cats by singing and dancing a lot - they think singing means I’m sad and lonely so they come to comfort me because they call out and howl when they’re sad and lonely. They are so lovely to come and comfort me but the dancing and singing combo really freaks them out like what are you Doing lady - lady we’re scared - what’s happening? Are you ill??? Should we ... how do .. do cats call 911??? 

[bymoonchild]

Get You The Moon (M) (Preview)

[edit 28/5/19]: full fic here

Pairing | Taehyung x Reader Genre | Fluff, smut, angst / College!AU, Enemies to Lovers!AU, Jock!Taehyung x Student Reporter!OC Warnings | Explicit language, sarcastic banter, dirty talk, locker sex, blowjob, facefucking, eating out, cumplay, fingering, rough sex, slight dom!tae, spanking, light degradation Summary | Life has its ways of fucking with you, but you know you’ve hit rock bottom after being tasked to do a profile feature on Kim Taehyung, the varsity football captain, for your school newspaper. You expect pure torment during the whole week of following him around, but this might just stir up conflicted feelings that you’ve never dared to imagine with the likes of the devil incarnate. Est. release date | Mid May (after my exams!)

“What a surprise, you’re alive.”

It is exactly that bitingly fake enthusiasm and mirthful nuance that is too familiar to your liking that gives rise to the arch of your eyebrow. You don’t even need to look at the owner of the voice to picture the shit-eating smirk that belongs to none other than your editor-in-chief-slash-best-friend, Min Yoongi. Such morbid greetings have long become an inside joke between the two of you due to your mutual peculiar sense of humour.

The first thing Yoongi does upon entering the newsroom is to make a beeline for his first cup of coffee, after which he will come sauntering your way to provoke you with his infinite list of snarky remarks – about work, about being tired, about being alive and dead, about how bureaucracy sucks, about the negative sides of capitalism and what not.  

“Not for long, buddy,” you shrug, looking up from your laptop and landing your eyes on Yoongi who looks just as dead.

“I barely slept last night – was busy rushing my essays. Essays, might I repeat. So it’ll be great if you don’t have much for me today, although I know you have a kink for torturing me.”

The edges of his lips curl up and you instantly register the meaning behind the sinister smile: your impending doom.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but I do have something for my most talented and gung-ho reporter slash best friend.”

“Kindly elaborate,” you smile back acrimoniously.

“It involves a profile feature of a popular varsity athlete.”

An involuntary groan escapes your lips.

“That’s not even the worst part yet. Since we’re celebrating the 50th anniversary of our publication this year, we’ll be doing a special spread on honorary members of the school, including club presidents, captains and valedictorians. Oh, which reminds me – maybe I should feature myself for being the most overworked Editor-In-Chief because this publication is sucking my entire soul, but anyway, I digress—”

He brings up his mug to his lips. It’s only 10am, but you wonder how many cups he has had, eyeing at the pallor of his face.

“I’ve already assigned the other reporters their respective targets for the lack of a better word, and left the toughest nut for you to crack.”

“Yoongi, no you didn—”

“Yoongi, yes,” he grins, “A profile feature on Kim Taehyung, for my most talented and hardworking reporter.”

Kim Taehyung.

The poster boy for the department of narcissistic and annoying fuckboys. Of blindingly attractive but dumb jocks.

Literally everyone in school and their mother (or their dog) knows him because 1) he’s quite a looker (you can’t deny that he has a darn symmetrical face ), 2) he’s the captain of the varsity football team (cue the huge hoo-ha about varsity captains), and 3) he’s probably slept with everyone in school and their mother (okay, that’s an exaggeration, but he is a dumb fuckboy to the bone).

“What the fuck!”

You challenge the carefully hidden astonishment reflected in Yoongi’s eyes and ignore how the other reporters in the newsroom jumped in their seats at your abrupt outburst. “You know I fucking hate him!”

Yoongi, per contra, does absolutely nothing to show the slightest of empathy and even finds the scowl on your face hilarious, “Which is exactly why you’re the perfect person for this story.”

“There must be someone else whom I can cover. Please, Yoongi – I really, really don’t want to take this up.”

“Listen,” he sighs, “As your friend, I’m really sorry that you’ve been assigned to this story, but there’s no one more suitable than you for this story. No one does profiles as incredible as you. Look, you just need to follow him around for a week – you have some classes with him right? Observe how he is in class, then what he does after class and how he performs on the field. I can promise that it won’t be that bad.”

You frown, “As my friend? Then… what about–”

He tempts with a sneer that is all malign, a wicked 180 change from his previous expression. Panic forms a thick film in your throat.

Lowering his voice by two tones, he snarls, “As your Editor-In-Chief, I only have three words for you: suck it up. The journalism world is a dog-eat-dog world – you can’t choose your beats. You go out there and come back with a story or this newspaper is going to flop at your hands, along with your GPA.”

Such audacity.

You glare at him in disbelief, squinting your eyes at the sneer that’s still plastered on his face.

“As my friend,” you mimic, “Fuck you bitch.”

Sighing out loud with absolute disregard, you clench your teeth, “But for the sake of my GPA and this newspaper that is my god damn baby, I will unwillingly take up the task… But if he refuses to cooperate, he can suck my ass.”

“You have my seal of approval if you meant that literally.”

“Fuck off—”

“Anyways, you won’t need to worry about Tae. I contacted him just now – he’ll be expecting you at practice on Monday.”

You roll your eyes. “Tae? You guys bros?”

He inches closer to taunt you further, “I’m surprised that you weren’t aware, but we’re actually really good bros. Oh right, he also told me to tell you that he cannot wait to see you on Monday.”

Nose scrunched up in distaste, you groan out loud at the duality before you, before flipping him off and burying your head in your palms.

As much as you hate to admit it, Yoongi’s right. You have to suck it up.

If doing this profile is the only way to save your GPA, pride and Kim Taehyung be damned. You’re going to do this story well and you’re going to make sure that nothing, absolutely nothing – including Kim Taehyung and his fuckboy antics – is going to fuck that up.

Not in this economy.

aannd that’s the intro of the fic! i wanted to establish the dynamics of yoongi and oc’s friendship first before we dive into the juicy parts, but i can assure that it’s gonna be a wild,,, sinful ride,,, uwu (just look at the warnings – they Slap!) 

my ask and message boxes are always open, hmu if you want to scream about stuff or let me know what you think about the fic! (i love receiving asks,, i’m: lub you) 

oh yess,,, the title is actually a song by kina (ft snow), go check it out!!! now i’ll just... retreat back to my endless pile of assignments..... 

[geekygoddesss]

Story of Us

Masterlist   

Part II: Getting to Know you

Some people still wondered why me and Abby kept being friends when we were so different in many ways. I love her, I will always love her but sometimes, I wondered the same thing on moments like this. Moments where I needed peace and concentration, but apparently that was not happening.

“We need to talk” Abby said, storming in the room and interrupting me.

She is way too loud when coming in and tops it off with jumping on my bed to then close my laptop and snatch it away from me while I was working in there. That’s when I wonder how did I get here, How did I manage to get such a noisy friend, but there’s nothing I could really do about it. Shit happens, I guess.

“I am working” I say, trying to get my laptop back but she throws it to her bed and pins me down on the bed almost aggressively, making me look at her straight and not letting any room for me to escape.

“This is serious” she says grabbing my wrists and really pinning me down “We. need. to. talk”

“We. are. talking” I groan and I try to push her away but I am not strong enough and fail “Abby, I really need to send in my essay for tomorrow”

“You’re done with it”

“No I am not, It has to be perfect and guess what? it is not” I roll my eyes and whine, Moving my hands in the air to push her away.

“You’re overwhelming your mind” she says easing on her hold just a little, leaving me with just a little bit of space.

“As long as it gets me to London, trust me, I am fine with it” I say.

I don’t know what I do or say, but actually Abby gets off me without saying a word, no arguing, no yelling, she just rolls off me and sits right beside me on the bed. Nice. I get up so I can grab my laptop back and finish up my essay, the days are passing by and my due date was coming closer and closer every time, which was really scary, this was my final chance to get into university and be what I want to be in life. This was a one time shot and I wasn’t going to waste it. I would get in that place that’s for sure.

“Speaking of London, Tell me about Tom” She says, not getting up my bed and looking at me with a creepy smile.

I understand it now. Wow. So this is why she wanted to talk.

“What about him?” I say, taking a sit on the bed while opening the computer in front of me, but She makes me close it again so I can listen to her “I mean- Yeah, He’s pretty cool, I guess” I shrug, putting the laptop aside  “Wait- So that’s what it is about, you want to know about my date?” I scoff shaking my head and turning to look at her “How was your date?”

“I mean, pretty much” She says shrugging.

Okay, so maybe it is bad from me to not tell my best friend about such a thing even when there’s been a couple of days since we had our date and I had not yet spoken up about it, I feel a little guilty. But she hasn't told me much either so I guess we’re even.

“About me, huh” She says with a dumb smile  “I didn’t come here until like four in the morning, does that tell you anything?” She raises her eyebrow, basically solving all of my suspects in a second.

“So you slept with my date” I nod, giving her a little chuckle.

My phone vibrates in my pocket and I disconnect from what she’s saying to me for a second to check at the message. Tom and I had been exchanging texts back and forth for the past couple of days and I can't say I don't like it because in fact, I do. He was a funny guy and I liked that he kept up with me ever since our date, maybe this was a good sign, or at least I hoped it was a good sign.

Fun fact, I am terrible at real-life acting

                                                                                        What does that mean?

“Oh, c’mon, I didn’t mean to steal your date” Abby says pouting at my direction as she proceeds to tell me more about her date “He is such a sweetheart, by the way, I think we are going out tonight” she says with a smile plastered on her face. Woah, she really likes this guy.

“Round two, okay” I say chuckling as I look down at my hands “Well, I am glad you found a great companion”

She nods, gives me a second to think and then softly kicks me on the tight to get my attention “Tell me about your date”  

Incoming text

I have to pick up a fake name all of the time, It’s kind of weird for me :/

Right now, my name is Sam

                                                                                   Hm, interesting choice

To be completely honest, part of me feels a little insecure to tell Abby about my date, It was true that I and Harrison didn’t have much of a connection when the date started, however, when he left with Abby, they seemed to be having the time of my life. I did have a lot of fun that night and I did meet someone nice enough to share my time with, but somehow it feels like she wouldn’t see my date as I did if we have to compare how she did and how I did. It’s complicated.

“Well he is really nice, we really didn’t do much I guess, he walked me home, picked up some ice cream on the way” I say smiling down at my hands before looking up at my friends and shrugging like if it was not a big deal at all “No complains”

“And?” She says raising an eyebrow.

I don’t even know why I hesitate so much in saying this next words “I got his number”

I thought it was kind of boring tbh Anyways, what are the plans for today?

“Holy crap!” Abby yells real loud, suddenly sitting up on the bed and grabbing my arm “You are not serious” she says looking into my eyes, just in case she found any sign I was lying “He gave you his number?”

“Yeah, we’ve been texting for a couple of days, he’s nice” I smile at her and shrug again.

“Why the hell did you not tell me?!” she yells again while getting on the bed and jumping  “I know this is not like your obligation, but I don’t think you get it, this guy is like famous, like, pff” She says. Officially, she’s losing her mind.

“I know” I nod at her and chuckle  “I don’t think I care if I am being honest, I just think he’s nice”

While she is too distracted rambling about something I am definitely not listening to, I type quickly in my phone, not wanting to leave him without an answer for too long. Because everyone knew that was just not nice.

I’ll be locked in my tower, having the time of my life with the most fun essay of the history  :)

Essay and fun don’t go together in the same sentence I will be training all day. I’ll be death by end of the day

“Is that him?” She says pointing down at me as I am still typing my answer. Busted.

I can almost feel in the air how much she is freaking out right now, I know this is a big deal even when I am not taking it in as a big deal, but she is way too happy about this and I can’t decide if I like it or not. Yes, this guy is cute, but what if this ends up in just being a couple of texts and that’s it. I just don’t want to get too excited to then be disappointed at the end.

“Yeah, I’m just telling him about my essay” I say showing her the screen for one second before turning my phone off  “Which I need to finish right now” I say trying to open the laptop again, but she doesn’t let me.

“No, we’re not done” She says, but I turn around and try to open my laptop again. I really need to finish.

“(Y/n)” She whines

“Abby” I mock her.

“At least tell you guys will be going out again” she says, almost as she was giving up. I look at her and shrug, that’s kind of a difficult thing to answer  “Are you?”

“I don’t know, maybe”I say shaking my head “I wouldn’t mind going on another date, but if we don’t I won’t really freak about it”

“You are insane” she states just like that while getting up from my bed to stand up in front of me. Oh no, she’s going to give a speech, No “He’s hot, he’s famous and he is nice to you, he is texting you for Christ's sake” she exclaims with some exaggeration in her voice as she points down at me “Don’t let this one go”

“You do realize I don’t have to date every guy I meet, right?” I say with slight sarcasm.

“Oh, This is not just any guy” she says shaking her head  “But I have a feeling about him, it’s a good one” She assures me.

“Well, I-I guess we’ll find out later” I shrug.

We look at each other for a fair amount of time without saying a word. In her face, I can see a look that assimilates a lot to a proud mother and a best friend who is just so happy she could explode at any second. Creepy.

I guess she was kind of right though, this was not just any guy, I knew that. But I don’t really know what I was supposed to do with him, I am not attractive or social or relevant. I am just going to let things flow and see what happens. That’s the right thing to do.

“Can I finish my essay now?” I ask innocently, holding on the edge of my laptop, smiling at my friend, who still looked at me with that weird look that was starting to creep me out.

“Sure” She nods, turning around and walking at slowly “I’m watching you”

“Good” I say, finally opening my laptop and hearing the door close behind me.

A million things wander around my head, I can’t help it, but the most important thing right now is. I can finish my essay. Fucking finally.

                                                         ***

Whoever said writer’s block wasn’t a bitch was a total liar, because this is the only thing in my life that has stressed me out to the point where I just want to shut my brain down for a while until something good comes up.

After probably three hours or more of focusing just specifically on that essay, I came to the conclusion that I can’t anymore, my brain is literally screaming for help, I can’t come up with anything to wrap things up and even when I “finished” it a week ago, it still wasn’t ready be sent, it just left a lot of questions opened and I can’t afford that. Hopefully, I am doing an ok job so far, cause this project it's taking over my life and I just need a break. But I guess I will be taking that break when I am in London because I am getting that spot.

After a little freak out moment, when it took me about an hour to come up with something good that ended up just taking me to another dead end, I decided it was time to take a walk and just relax a little, because the last thing I needed was to fry my brain with so much thinking.

I walked for about an hour and a half, looked at the streets, tried to relax, free my mind, but I was in need of something else, something that will somehow make me feel like if I took one hell of a break. So after wandering around the city for the longest time ever somehow I found myself standing in front of a very big and fancy building, with the would FITNESS spelled in big gold letters at the very front of it. How did I end up there? I don’t know.

Oh wait, I do know. I thought to myself, maybe I would give him a little visit, If he doesn’t like it then I guess that was embarrassing enough, but I could deal with it, I am a big girl.

I let myself inside of the building like no big deal. Usually, on a place as fancy as this, you would think it would be crowded with people, but to my surprise, it was not even near full, just me and the very blond young woman standing on the reception. Now I had to manage for her to let me in, that was going to be the fun part.

“Can I help you?” she says in an overly nice voice as she leaned in the counter with both arms, making sure I saw her pearly white smile front where I was standing.

“Uh, Hi, I am not really a member here, I am just looking for someone, a friend” I start saying, hoping that my smile was convincing enough, I needed to project an image that said ‘I am not crazy’ but at the same time said ‘I am too nice I could never hurt a fly, please let me in’. I don’t think it was that hard  “His name is Sam, brown eyes, tall-ish but not really, brown hair, very english” I try explaining, just to make sure she knew that I, in fact, knew very well who I was talking about. Even when have hardly met anyone named Sam in my life. “He came here for the day, I think”

I can see her typing on the computer in front of her before turning to look at me and asking. “Sam Wich?”

Oh no he didn’t

He didn’t just name himself Sam Wich.

“Yeah, -t-that one” I say with difficulty, holding a hand in front of my mouth and making my best effort to keep any kind of laugh off my mouth. This was hilarious but the poker face was necessary.

“Oh well, it says he’s here, do you have a permit?” She asks with that shining smile again.

Crap. Did I need a permit?. Of course, I do, this guy is like famous, they wouldn’t let anyone just get in the gym without any sort of identification.  I should have called him before I got here. oh well.

“I didn’t know I need some kind of ID” I say uncomfortably, reaching for my bag that hanged on my shoulders and pull out my wallet “I have my license and that’s about it, I can show you-” I ramble, pulling the little card out and sliding it on the table towards her.

She doesn’t look very convinced though. I hope I don’t look like a crazy fan or something because if that is the case, it’s really embarrassing.

“We have a very strict policy of just letting the members into the Gym, for security reasons” she says sliding my driver's license back to me with a fake ass smile on her face.

I already hate this bitch and it’s been like five minutes.

“I’m just here to return something” I lie, leaning on the counter and trying to look somehow convincible.

“Well, I’m sure you can leave it to me and I will make sure he gets it on his way out” she says, again with this overly nice tone and a smile that made me want to puke.

“Nope, I don’t think he wants that” I fakely smile at her “It’s personal” I explain “It will just be a second, In and out, I can leave my purse here and everything, that way you know I’ll have to be back and get it” I say, hoping it would work but she says nothing  “It’s just a minute”

She looks down at the computer and seems to think about it for a short second. Ok, I did something, she’s thinking. I hope she doesn’t call security or something, that would be weird. She looks around the place as If she’s looking for her boss and nods to one of her coworkers that were just walking into the room so someone could take her place while she was out.

“I will let you in, but I’m afraid I will have to come with you” She says as her final answer while walking around the counter to get out “Security reasons” she says as a little explanation and walks more into the place, nodding to me so I could follow her.

“Right” I say, walking behind her and keeping up with her fast pace as she made her way to the elevators.

On the way up the elevator, she leads me to the very last floor of the building. I didn’t care at first, but after I saw the little lock under the number 6, I understood, this was a private floor. How freaking fancy this place had to be to have a private floor, holy shit.

When the elevator doors open, she lets me in first. This place is huge. There are a ton of machines around, a trampoline, some bars, rings, every piece of equipment you could think of was there, On a floor that was currently isolated. I hope this was the right place to be, I would hate to be interrupting someone else I don't know because you really have to love working out to have this much equipment.

She leads me to the very back of the giant room, where I spot Tom (or should I say Sam?) with a guy who I suppose is his personal trainer, on the weights zone, lifting a very heavy looking weight above his chest. Ouch.

“Woah, you weren’t joking when you said you- work a lot” I say when he finally sets the weight down and catching his attention right in that second. He looks surprised and gives me the most real smile I’ve seen in all day, it made me feel good.

“Hi” he says sliding off the chair he was sitting on and taking a towel along the way to clean out the sweat from his forehead “W-what- what are you doing here?” he stutters, still breathing heavily from his previous exercise.

“I have the thing” I say, raising my eyebrows at him “The one you left at my house- y’know- the thing” I explain poorly, but I am waiting for him to catch on what I am saying as I look to the side to somehow point at the receptionist standing behind me.

“Oh, right” he says, looking at me weird for a second to then realize what I mean “Ohhh”  he says nodding at me. He looks straight at the receptionist and waves at her “She can stay, she’s with me”

‘thank you’ I mouth to him and he winks back at me. The receptionist excuses herself and walks away, I feel happy about that. Surprisingly I got what I wanted and now that I am here, I certainly didn’t think I would get this far into my little plan. What can I do now?.

“This is quite impressive” I say to him once the girl leaves and break the ice “I didn’t know private gyms were a thing” I chuckle to myself as I look around. It was really impressive in my opinion.

I wish I liked working out, because if I did, this place would be like heaven on earth.

“Well” He said, taking a water bottle that laid on the floor and saying “Welcome to LA baby” In a very LA-ish accent.

“That was a pretty bad LA accent” I cringe, as I let a weird laugh come out of my mouth. I hope he doesn’t take that as an offense.

“I know, I’ll work on it” he laughs taking a sip of water real quick “You should hear my New York one”

I laugh and nod at his answer “Woah, slow down, save that for the third date, speedy” I scoff, holding my hands up, defensively.

“So this is a date?” he raises his eyebrows, taking me way too seriously.

“Oh” I say awkwardly looking down “That I don’t know”

“We can make it a date” he offers to me, almost hoping I said yes.

I would, I really wanted to say yes right now. But it didn’t feel right, this isn’t the moment, we can’t have a date today.

“Not when you are sweaty and wearing tights” I say half-jokingly as I look at him from head to toe.

“Great point” he nods and shows me that smile again “So what’s my thing?” he asks raising his eyebrows at me. Oh right, the thing didn’t exist, but I could make something work. I search in the back of my bag and pull out a piece of candy out of it, I usually liked to have one around, just In case, I was having a bad day. “Sweet”  he says taking the little hard candy and holding it inside of his wrist.”What brings you here?”

“Right?” I say nervously laughing “I don’t know I just- Abby left for an audition and I felt a little lonely, I wanted to see if you were still interested on that tour” I shrug innocently, as a poor attempt of trying to look cute.

“Definitely, I am excited for it actually” he says setting the bottle down on the floor again  “Today is not the best day though, I am training all day” he says with a little of an apologetic smile, but he didn't need to explain himself to me, I already knew he was busy anyways.

“Yeah, I figured” I nod at him.

“You can still hang around, you know?” he says “We were about to take a break- yo, Manny, can we take 5? maybe 10?” He says to the big guy on the other side of the room. Who (again) I suppose is his coach.

“Make it 20” Manny says nodding at Tom.

“Awesome” Tom says, giving him a thumbs up as he leaves.

After the trainer leaves, he leads me to one of the many empty benches of the room and we take a seat in one of them, specifically the one where he keeps all of his stuff, he looked exhausted, maybe this is a very well deserved break.

“You stop your little training session for me, that’s cheesy” I scoff, resting my back against the wall as I watch him open his bag and just pull out a bunch of things out.

“I know” he chuckles looking down.

I watch him basically drown himself with water in just a couple of seconds, I can’t imagine how thirsty he must be and how tired, but I guess he’s been here for several hours, he must be exhausted.

“I googled you” I say, once again breaking the ice, Starting a new conversation.

“Did you?” he says with a bit of surprise in her voice

“Oh yeah” I nod, turning to face him “I need to know what kind of famous person I am dealing with, turns out, I’ve actually seen you before”

It was true, apparently, he has been around some movies I’ve come across in the past and never realized it was in fact him. It’s a small world.

“No way” he smiles in surprise. Sitting beside me and running a clean towel over his damped face as he looks at me with attention.

“Yes way” I mock him, crossing my legs over the bench so I was completely looking at him  “That movie of the tsunami, my mom made me watch it, can’t complain it was good” I say  “The whale one, kind of disturbing but really good”

“So I am not that much of a stranger then” he says winking at me. I can't help but blush little, why does he make me act so weird?.

“Oh no, you're still a stranger, just a very glamorous one” I say, chuckling at my own comment before I decide to jump at some other topic for us to talk about “so what's with all the training? You've been here for hours already, you have the whole gym for yourself” I ask him, he raises his eyebrows at me and shakes his head looking for an answer “don't try to tell me this is normal for you”

“This training is special” he says with some mysteriousness in his voice “It’s for my new role”

“What are you now? a boxer” I ask, trying to get a one time guess I was probably going to fail, but that was alright.

“Something like that, the thing is” he says leaning a little closer to me to whisper “I’m Spiderman” as if it was a super top secret he should not be telling me. Oh well, maybe it is, but holy shit.

“Holy shit” I say, my eyes completely widen in surprise “that's- wow”

I was blinking a lot and I was honestly truly shocked by this. To be honest, he does look like a great candidate for a new Spider-Man and I couldn't believe I was talking to the actual main character of one of the movie adaptations that has marked my life in a lot of ways. This is weird.

“What?” He says letting out another chuckle before taking a sip of water.

“Nothing it's just- I am a fan of the movies, I didn't know there was going to be a new one” I say, shaking my head. I really couldn't believe it.

“Well now you know” he says smiling at my excitement “I have to train really hard once a week before we start shooting, need to get back in shape, refresh all gymnastics skills, everything I can learn will be helpful on set” he explains to me in a little more detail.

“You're onto gymnastics?”

“I am actually” he nods, turning his body to the side and leaning his back against the wall “I trained for that when I was a kid, before that I used to be on a ballet play and also a dancing team” he adds, making me know more about him. My eyes widen at his sort of confession because it is truly a surprise the fact he is actually a dancer, not only a dancer but a trained one “Yes, I can dance” he says when seeing my surprised look, snapping me out of my thoughts almost immediately.

“You don't need to brag about it” I scoff at him “I'm joking, I actually think that's really cool” I say “makes you special”

“Does it?” He says and his eyebrow furrow.

“Yeah, most actors just know how to be pretty on camera” I shrug “you not only know how to be pretty on camera but you got the moves” I say, making a gang sign with my hand as a nice add-on.

I swear I wasn't trying to be funny and in my brain, it didn't sound or seemed funny at all, but he's laughing, hopefully for something I said and not at me, but I take it as a compliment, just because he has a nice smile I like seeing. I could definitely get used to this.

“You are one funny girl” he stated, nudging me a little, making me laugh as well.

“Thanks” I say shrugging  “that's a weird compliment, I'm used to just being awkward but you already know that-”

“We should go on a date” he said, totally interrupting me mid-sentence and one more time, taking me by surprise “When I am not sweaty and wearing thighs, let me take you out” he says, explaining himself a little more “Just the two of us”

“Really?” I blush, totally not trying to be awkward but who am I kidding? “I mean, yeah, I would like that, yes”

“Okay” he smiles looking straight at me for a second “Uh, Tomorrow, at 5, maybe?” He says asking. My head nods and I am about to say something but a voice in the background interrupt both of us taking us by total surprise, it was not his trainer, it was someone else, but whoever that was I guess his break was over.

“Oh shit, I knew I said you could stay but I need to finish working, I am sorry” he apologizes when seeing the person that just came in the room and waving a hand at them “I will figure something out, let’s just go somewhere, you and me” he says, keeping up with what he was saying “I promise it will be good”

“Sure” I nod with a smile  “I’ll be in my tower, you know where to find me”

“and will be clean” he says, totally making me laugh “See you tomorrow then” he says almost like a question, getting up from the bench as I mock his movements “I would hug you but-” he looks down at his sweaty body, giving me a shrug and an apologetic smile, that wasn't totally necessary, I understood.

“It’s alright” I say waving my hand at him and waving my hand goodbye as I walk backward “See you” I say in a mumble that only him and I can hear “Don’t crack your head too hard” I say awkwardly as I walk out.

“See you tomorrow” I hear him say as he walks towards the person that seemed to be waiting for him.

On the way down the building, I don't know if should either be completely freaking out or just happy, I feel happy but now I can completely see why Abby said this was a big deal. I have a date with a really hot guy, I have a date with a celebrity, I have a date with freaking Spider-Man.

What the hell did I do to deserve this? I have no idea but was I grateful for it? Absolutely, this is something that rarely happens to someone like me and there was no way I was wasting that chance.

In less than a second after the elevator opens on the main floor, my phone is already in my hands and dialing the only person I trust enough to guide me on this, because only god knows how much I am freaking out and I need someone to keep me grounded and tell me I won't fuck up. We all know who that is.

“Abby you won’t believe this”

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Unexpected Things II

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / slight Jin x Reader

Theme(s): roommate au, tattoo artist jungkook au, designer! oc

Genre: smut(?)

Word Count: 8,660

Description: Jungkook and you shared a lot things in common, an apartment, your likes and dislikes in movies and the enjoyment of sex. But not with each other. Making bets of who could get more hookups in a week or month.

One of the both realizes their feelings one day, and it might be late or just in time.

Part 1 / Part 2

© credit to the rightful owner of the gif.

CHAPTER 2

Getting that usual numbness after a wild night, you woke up and sighed. Lifting up your arms and letting them drop at either side of your bed, you became aware of something beside you. It felt hard, not like forgotten clothes after cleaning them.

You started to panic and decided to open your eyes. No fucking way. There was Jin. Naked and STILL in your bed. What the actual fuck? Did you get so tired that you fell asleep on the last round?

Wanting to get him out of your apartment, you began to fake a cough and waiting for him to finally wake up.

He stirred in his dreams, and opened one eye to check what was happening. As he opened both of his eyes, he began to smile. He dared to smiled at you! With his damn beautiful bone structure and full lips! Who does he think he is?

“Hey there,” he dared to speak first as well, damn boys and morning voices. “Had a great time yesterday, even though you slept on me by the end of it” Chuckling to himself and looking adorable.

Getting out of your trance, you responded. “Good morning to you too, just a little question… Did you really slept here?”

“Yeah.” Smiling brightly in your direction as if it was the most normal thing in the world. “Want me to make you breakfast? My eggs benedict are really good.”

You wanted to drop everything by then, he seriously didn’t seem unfazed by your question or the attitude. Trying not to be rude to him, you just nodded yes and he started getting up. With such a good back view of his shoulders and legs, you sighed and thought what the hell, might as well enjoy this.

As he was putting his pants to go through the door, you just wished Jungkook was still asleep or already out and about. Sleep was calling you again, so you allowed yourself to sleep a little bit more.

While Jin was trying to figure out how he would come up with the eggs benedict recipe without some of the ingredients. Jungkook opened his bedroom door for Karen? Katherine? to go out already. Surprisingly this girl wasn’t loud and actually chill about everything.

“Well… I had fun Ka-...” Jungkook was waiting for her to interrupt him to say her name. It didn’t happen whatsoever.

“No need to learn my name,” she said chuckling at his relieved face, “by the way, i had a great time.” Winking at him, she proceeded to go directly to the door without looking back. Such a good trooper that even he was impressed. Just saying bye with her hand, she opened the door and shut it herself.

Woah. Now he was waiting for you to come out of the kitchen to see your reaction to the scene that just unfolded. He waited a little bit but the constant movement in the kitchen made him move to the room, wanting to share the experience.

He came face to face to the guy that accompanied you yesterday. Of course he remembers, he and whatever that girl was named heard the both of you having multiple rounds. Envious of the stamina of this guy, he just wanted to… Wait a minute, what is he doing here?  

“Hi there, sorry for making so much noise” Jungkook wondered if he meant last night or right now.

“No problem man,” feeling strange interacting with a guy you just fucked, it was a first for sure, “I’m Jungkook by the way”

Jin straightened up from the bottom of your food shelf and left the ingredients in the counter, proceeding to introduce himself. “Yeah, couldn’t introduce myself last night,” he said laughing while Jungkook felt a little annoyance but he seemed like a genuine guy, “I’m Jin, saw you talking with Hobie at the party.”

Right when Jungkook was about to respond, you came out of your room making your way to the kitchen. As if this scene was so natural, you sat down at the counter while they kept silent watching you.

“Feeling okay?” Jungkook asked

“I’m just too hungry and tired,” looking directly at Jin, he just shaked his head and grabbed everything he left on top of the counter to begin cooking. “what were you guys talking about?”

“Jin here was telling me he saw me talking to Hobie last night,” making a pause, Jungkook made his way to the coffee maker, “so where did you met him?” Now he was talking directly at Jin.

“Well I was his senior at uni, but I had to drop it for a work offer.” Kook and you looked at each other with impressed looks. Jin kept making breakfast with the same calm aura that draw you in. “So what do you do nowadays?” you asked, admiring his back.

Getting the plates and putting the food in it, Jin winked at you knowing full well how tired you were. “I’m a game developer.” As he began telling you the whole story of how he got to where he is now, Jungkook made his exit to his room, too tired to hear what he had to say.

While eating breakfast, you couldn’t stop thinking how someone slept in your bed and being fed by them. Crazy as it seems, you do want a relationship but don’t want so much drama around it. Okay, maybe you had like two formal boyfriends and it ended up badly and your character became wary of commitment, but the dating department it has always been bleek. So you just went for it with the guys you knew wanted the same. It was scary how Jin made you think this way with only the conversations you both had last night and right about now.

Finishing up the eggs, he started asking. “So where do you work?” It seems he wanted to know more about your background. “From what I can recall, you said you were an intern in a fashion brand”

“Quite an observant one you are” chuckling, you continued, “And answering to your question, yes I am, I kill myself every week to make the cut”

“So you don’t have time to go out or at least relax yourself a little?”

“Kind of, but thankfully all my friends keep bothering me to go out and unwind a little,” you said smiling to yourself, suddenly Jin’s phone went off. He answered it, giving you an apologetic look, he really wanted to hear what you got to say.

After the call, he said “Want to go out sometime?” this surprised you a lot, and it seemed your face showed it because Jin rushed to explain, “I mean, it doesn’t have to happen if you don’t want to, but I’m really intrigued and I wanna know you.”

“Of course I want to,” you paused, “I’m just a little rusty on the dating department though, but if you don’t mind it then let’s do it” musting your most bright smile at him.

He chuckled a little, “For someone with so much confidence to say that, it surprises me” he took a last sip of his coffee, “then it’s settled, I just need your number”

“No please or something else?” chuckling you went ahead and grabbed his phone to put your number in it. Maybe this couldn’t be so bad right? A guy that seems confident enough to be like this, should be a good decision.

Finishing breakfast, you both made your way to the door to bid goodbye. “I will call you later in the week,” pausing he stared at you with meaning in his eyes, “if our schedules match, we should go out for some coffee”

“Sure, I would love to” trying to keep your calm, “bye Jin” smiling up at him, he returned it and went his way.

“Byeeeee Jinnn,” an exaggerated fake pitch voice came through the living room. “God, I’ve never seen Ms. I never let my men sleep get so soft with them.” Making your way to him, you flicked his forehead, earning a groan out of him but proceeded to follow you to the fridge.

“For your information Jin stayed at his own will.” finally speaking about the matter out loud.

“That’s obvious, you wouldn’t let anyone stay over but… you didn’t get mad?”

“Got confused and irritated at first, but Jin seems different, he gets my references and jokes.” Wanting to change the subject, you looked for your purse and house keys. “Wanna go to the supermarket? We are low on food”

While at the market, you guys began to look for anything pre-made. Your designated stalker of the day was there making sure to keep an eye on Jungkook. Almost every time you two went out (which wasn’t too often because of lack of time), there always was a girl following you both.

At first it was annoying and terrifying, not actually believing the power of Jungkook’s dick. The girls were wishful to have something more with him, you understood the little hope the girls he hooked up with but the ones that only had a tattoo done by him were creepy to you.

Right when you guys were taking a turn on the cookies isle and you got a glimpse of a girl. Wanting her to go away, you grabbed Jungkook’s arm and pretended to be those clingy girlfriends for a while.

“What are you thinking on doing?” he asked, “don’t wanna broke her heart” pouting in a mocking way, he put his arm on your shoulders.

“I’m just trying to help,” feeling uncomfortable at the look you were receiving from the cashier lady that always compliments you guys on being such a cute couple, “plus, we are making the cashier’s dreams come true,” laughing to yourself and adding, “she is always asking why we don’t hold hands or something.”

“Shh, the girl is already leaving I think.”

As on cue, the girl was looking back when she was exiting through the supermarket doors. The three of you made eye contact and she instantly looked like a tomato but opted to run away. Jungkook was chuckling by now, but you hit him, poor girl just wanting to look at her crush.

“Don’t be mean, you asshole”

“I didn’t even made a move when she went to the tattoo parlor!” he lifted his arms in defeat, “When I was tattooing her, she didn’t even make a sound, even when I asked her if it hurt or not”

“I guess she is shy” you said while grabbing pasta, “you can’t judge her.”

“She wanted a tramp stamp”

“Oh…”

Continuing you adventures, Jungkook took out his phone to take a photo. Always taking it out when you “didn’t notice” but of course you could tell by his weird poses, trying not to get caught. He loved taking random shots of everyday life, you guessed.

“Do you want me to strike a pose?” asking playfully, you positioned yourself besides the snacks.

He just looked at you dead in the eye, but continued the “photoshoot” anyway. After the nth take,  the both of you made your way to the cashier to pay, some people were throwing looks to you guys, not caring if they didn’t like two adults having fun… you honestly didn’t care.

Later at the apartment, you were sorting everything out in their respective cabinets. As you placed every can and grocery on its place, you realized you had unwittingly bought the ingredients needed to make eggs benedict. Furrowing your brows, you tried to figure out why a smirk appeared while thinking about this morning’s event. Behind you, Jungkook was resting on the couch —as if he was exhausted from that market trip, roaring something you didn’t understand; you were so immersed on your thoughts to pay any attention.

Suddenly his voice was louder and clearer; he was now sitting on the table behind you. “Why are you ignoring me?” he asked rising his voice.

You opted for not sparing him a look; neither you knew why you were ignoring him. “I’m doing something called thinking, you should try it sometime.” You heard him huff at you. “What are you thinking about?”

“I was wondering when will you ever help me arrange the groceries,” you joked, he never helped you after getting groceries; he always claimed you were a better arranger that’s why he opted to place everything inside the same shelf.

He said nothing for a moment, he always did that whenever he had nothing to say; for him silence was always a valid answer. “You know what I was wondering?” he finally uttered. “Who are we going to share some fluids with tonight?”

Slowly turning around you flashed him a disgusted look, it didn’t matter how you had been living with him, you were still amazed by his bluntness. “You have to say it like that? Ugh, disgusting,” you followed his chat but not in the direction he wanted.

He laughed at you but still continued the topic, “Seriously, Y/N. What will be tonight’s criteria?

“I don’t know, for some reason I’m not feeling well. It must had caught a cold at the supermarket or something.”

“A cold? My balls,” he walked closer to you, resting against the counter besides you. “Every existing illness can be fixed with a good fuck, I can guarantee that.” Since you refused to make a comment, he kept on going his speech. “How about hitting only on somebody with an ex trauma or something. Sounds fun, huh?”

You were still getting things on their respective place, so you covered your distant demeanor by pretending to read the can’s info. “I really don’t know, maybe tonight its not the night.”

He playfully poked your side, wanting an answer. He knew how bad your temper could get and was conscious you would explode any second, but even so, he tried his luck “You know that you can suggest a criteria as well, right?; If you think mine are a little hard for you.”

You reached your limit. For some reason your mind was a mess, you couldn’t put in order and Jungkook messing around unleashed a volcano inside you. Slamming the can on the counter, you spat at him. “Goddammit Jungkook, fucking stop.”

Stepping away from you with a concerned, look he asked. “Why are you so bitchy? I was just asking a damn question.”

“I’m not being bitchy, I already said I don’t know. I don’t have to answer all of your fucking questions.” Running your hands through your hair your turned around and went back to store the groceries.

Jungkook received a text at that moment. He seemed annoyed at whoever sent it, not knowing if it was because of you or the sender.

“Who is that from?” you dared to ask. You knew you cause his now annoyed state, but you couldn’t help get mad at him at his insistence.

“Fucking Jennie just saying they are coming over to get ready,” already fuming from your behavior just seconds ago, he continued “so you guys are going to take like 5 hours to get ready or something right?”

“Don’t be so dramatic, but yeah we got to look great for the big day.”

“Alright… I guess I’m going to finish that drama I started yesterday”

Dejected, he went to his room, you knew he wasn’t actually annoyed or mad, but you really didn’t want to hook up with someone tonight. You wanted to fake a reason as to why but you already knew at the back of your mind. Also, your girls really took so much time getting ready and updating each other of your lives that it made it hard to comprehend how putting make up and dress yourself took so long, and guessing by his behavior just now, you assumed it added up to his annoyance.

This day was special because an important producer was going to watch Hoseok, Yoongi and Namjoon perform at a usual underground place your group went almost any free weekend. They were known around the underground hip hop scene, getting a lot of people go to their shows but now that the producer was attending, it was a big deal.

Hearing the doorbell made you force yourself out of your train of thought. Getting up while putting the last can in their place, you heard Jungkook say he would answer the door. Immediately regretting his decision as the girls entered screaming for you, and saying their hellos to him.

Exhaling at the sight, he said “As I said before, Imma finish my drama.” going directly to his room, the girls looked stunned at his attitude, not paying attention to them, he stayed at his door frame to add something more. “When you guys are ready, tell me because I need to pick up Taetae, so we can go to the bar on time.”

Making a turn to enter his room, he closed the door quite rudely, startling each one of you. Signalling them to follow you silently, they did as requested and began rushing to your room.

When the girls entered, they started laughing at Jungkook, joining them you took a seat at your desk. “Okay, okay, we should stop. He will notice eventually.”

“What’s wrong with him?” Danielle said as she laid down on your bed, Jennie and Stella followed her as well.

“He is mad at me, but that’s not important right now. We aren’t going to a fucking funeral, so you better choose stunning outfits alright?” you started, “we need a good attitude to support the guys and get you little asses ready.”

“At once, leader.” Daniella made a soldier-like salute and all of you started to look for outfits. Getting ready with them reminded you of your times sharing a house together. Yes, it actually happened and it was such a mess that it made you fight with each other for meaningless things, so you all decided to move out separately because having four strong personalities was not a good combination.

The girls took out their outfits for the night, as you went directly to your closet. But something was going on in the air around you. Looking back at Stella, she looked nervous and excited at the same time. You guessed that being Yoongi’s biggest opportunity to make it, was making her worry for her non-official man.

“Y/N” Jennie began to whine, you knew exactly what she wanted but you didn’t want to give up, “Just put something slutty for once! You are not going to a fashion show.”

“Look, if I want to get laid I’m going to do it with style and still look sexy,” she would always complain that you complicated yourself with intricate dresses or whatever you chose to wear, “plus I think for tonight I wanna concentrate on the guy’s big night and not look for someone.” as you said it with such a calm demeanour, the room became eerily silent.

“What did you just said?” Stella look stunned at your statement. “You aren’t sick right? Did last night guy’s dick did something to your head? Was he that rough that your brain cells aren’t functioning right now?”

Cracking up by yourself at her questions, you began for the search for your dress for the night. Apparently no one else thought that the questions were funny, so you needed to explain, “It might be something to do with Jin,” everyone was speechless as words came out of your mouth, “he seems like a decent guy and I seriously don’t wanna play games tonight.”

“Oh lord, his moves must be awesome to stop Y/N wanting to play along with Jungkook,” Jennie added, “he is going to be devastated knowing that his partner is going soft.”

“He was already lamenting this event, that’s why he is mad right now but he doesn’t know the real reason right now. They even met while Jin was making breakfast...” Danielle interrupted, “DID HE MADE YOU BREAKFAST?!”

“Yes,” not wanting to give further details, you added “lace or simple?” you were referring to your dress for the night and at the back of your mind you wished Hoseok invited him. Wanting to impress him further. It didn’t hurt nobody right?

“Okay she doesn’t wants to talk about this… and lace, of course.” Jennie turned around to observe Stella’s still anxious frame, “Let’s focus on the girl that is head over heels over a guy she still hasn’t even gone to first base.”

“Ew. Stop talking like we are in middle school.” It seemed like these kind of talks took her out of her nervous trance. “Firstly, he doesn’t even look my way…”

“SHUT UP” you went to said in a rather passionate way to say the least, “Yoongi kisses the ground you walk into, so we are not going to start a pity party right now.” hating how sometimes the girls talked about themselves or the relationships they had, made you sad. They were amazing human beings, “Let’s get serious with these outfits.”

It seemed as your words made magic, because each one of the girls started to get their makeup ready and choosing what they were going to wear. At the same time, Jungkook was coming out of his room after  finishing up an episode, already ready to go out. With a tight black shirt and dark jeans, he looked great for the night. While waiting for you and the girls, he received a message from Namjoon.

namjoon: hey man, yoongs is jumpy af rn jungkook: whatta mean? for the perf or his girl namjoon: “his girl” he wishes lol namjoon: shit he saw namjoon: rip me

Trying to answer the ongoing messages from Namjoon’s chat, he received a call from Yoongi himself.

“Hey, y’all are really coming right?” Jungkook knew he wasn’t interested in the slightest about your group coming but his real reason to call him so suddenly. “Just wanted to check on you guys.”

“She is at my apartment,” he tried to cover up the chuckle that was threatening to be heard, “she and the girls are getting ready at Y/N room as we speak.”

“You better not spy on her” What possessed Yoongi to talk like this? His mushy side showed up whenever Stella was involved.

As Jungkook was formulating a comeback, the four of you went out of your room, ready to leave. “Man, you are going to be losing breath tonight.”

At the underground bar

Yoongi thought that Jungkook was kidding when he ended the call abruptly, but he wasn’t. His eyes were trained only on Stella. He noticed the effort everyone made and was beyond grateful having such supportive friends. But damn, he got to hurry if he wanted something with her.

As they were approaching him, he ushered them to enter the VIP room the bar provided. Everyone was making noises when he went directly to Stella but he didn’t mind them in the slightest.

“You look stunning tonight,” he whispered in her ear, “any reason why?”

“Today is a certain someone’s big night,” as she got closer, his heart beat increased, “I mean Hobie sure will appreciate my effort.”

“Wait what?” his dumbfounded look almost made her laugh. Of course this change in attire was for him, she just wanted to see what he would do.

“I’m going to talk to him, if you excuse me.” she began to run a little while Yoongi stayed speechless.

“Come back here you evil woman!” trailing behind her, he forgot there were more people around. This was a usual scene for everyone here, so they didn’t pay too much attention.

“They sure like this push and pull shit,” Jennie commented, “how many years has it been?”

“Like two but they are adorable, so don’t complain.” Taehyung answered.

“I’m not complaining! I just want them to fuck already.” pouting by herself, she grabbed your arm, “Come on, let’s get drinks before I get sad over this.” You said while laughing along the other two, going directly to the bar.

Jungkook started looking around the club to see if someone caught his eye, he could go for the girls that were already checking him out but that would be too easy. Without someone to scheme with, this was going to be a boring night.

After a little walk, he found a girl that fitted his taste and actually could talk without wanting to vomit on the spot. When he got seated besides her stool, he noticed how she resembled someone but he couldn’t pinpoint who, and apparently she was with a friend but he pay no attention whatsoever. As he requested a drink from the bartender, he became aware of  how both of them kept hushing over something and looking up and down at him. Taking advantage of the situation, he started talking.

“Do you come here often? I’m Jungkook by the way.”

“Actually I don’t, but I wanted to spice things up. I’m...” she wanted to appear seductive but the effect was different on him and the end of her sentence was blurry.

“I’m glad it was today then.” Damn, he couldn’t come up with something else to say without a purpose for tonight. He always needed some type of motivation to chase. “Wanna go with me to the VIP?”

“Of course! Can my friend come too?” her friend surprisingly just got up excitingly without hearing an affirmation from his part.

“Let’s go then.” Jungkook lead the way with whatever her name was by his arm and the friend to his other side.

This was going to be a boring night.

As you entered the VIP room again, from your peripheral vision you could see Jungkook sulking and looking at you with two girls by his side. Was he actually mad at you right now? Because that would be tiring and so childish. Of course as friends and roommates you have had your fights but they never lasted more than 5 minutes, but he seemed annoyed at the fact he discovered your actual reason.

It didn’t matter right now, you both were here to support the guys in their big night, so he has to understand. It was kind of bizarre to watch him like this, if this was another time, he would be sucking the girls’ faces already.

Making your way to one of the couches, the girls started to whisper around you. “Your man is at the entrance” Danielle said.

As in cue, Jin was entering the room with his friend Jimin. You wanted to laugh because you got excited over what Danielle said, it was kind of dumb to get like this over a guy you just fucked the night before.

At the same time, he was walking towards you and couldn’t hide the smirk he was fighting to hide. He was also thrilled to see you. Taking a seat beside you, the girls began to stand up, giving such lame excuses that it almost made you cringe. Were you guys still in high school? Geez.

“It was dumb of me to think I wouldn’t see you tonight,” he made a move as he wanted to hug you and of course you allowed it, loving his smell, “I guess the force is really by my side.”

“Ugh! Oh my god, could you people stop making such cringy comments?” your laugh indicated you dismissed the comment you just did. “Ready for the performance?”

“Hobie sent me several songs,” getting closer, you became hyper aware of people around you, your friends were mocking your expression, “but rap nor hip-hop are my thing.”

“Same here but I gotta admit they are really good, even though I don’t know a thing about the genre.” Looking back at him, you wondered how much closer he could get right now, it made you nervous and that was rare.

“Let’s not worry about that then,” sipping on his drink, he started playing with your hair. May the lord have mercy on your soul. This guy was going to be the end of you and a day had not passed, “people are watching and I don’t wanna contain myself around you, it’s that okay? You can take the teasing?” he said grinning, you just nodded your head yes and started giggling like a 12 year old.

At the other side of the VIP area, Jungkook was watching this unfold along Jimin, the later became interested in Jennie who was besides him right about now, who by the way, told the girls to go to the other side of the table they were currently in. Such a weird way of wanting attention of a guy. She had balls though.

“I bet you 20 bucks they going to get laid again tonight.” Jimin uttered

“Hopefully,” Jungkook heard Jennie say, “I think they might even become a thing.”

Jimin laughed at the statement, nodding his head and hugging Jennie, whose face became red as a tomato. He knew how eager Jin was to see Y/N again because he couldn’t shut up about her the entire day.

Jungkook couldn’t believe what they said, they continued to talk about themselves and flirt to their heart's content. Y/N doesn’t get that involved with her guys… right? Like if she did this, it would be weird because he has never experienced a Y/N going on dates or having a boyfriend. Just fucking weird.

The nameless girl beside him started caressing his leg, wanting his attention somehow, and getting it right away. She was cute and all but something felt off. Without a criteria, it was kind of odd to hook up with someone, but he didn’t want to be a jerk and leave the girl alone.

As he started to lean into her neck to test the waters, a man entered the area and told the guys they were ready for them to perform. Sighing in relief, he made a mocking annoyed face at her just to appease the mood.

“Finally!” Danielle exclaimed, making everyone turn her way as she was heard through the area, apparently already tipsy from whatever she drank.

“Is it going to be one of those nights again?” Stella asked. She referred to the times Danielle gets drunk out of her mind when you guys go out and gets really difficult to put up with.

“I won’t let her, we need to be screaming for our boys.” you told her as everyone in the room was making their way to the exit and directly to the stage.

“I know who will be screaming a certain name tonight,” Jennie intervened in your conversation while looking at Stella and Yoongi walking side by side. “They are finally going to hook up!” Laughing along with her, you guys got to the main area of the stage.

Namjoon was having a serious talk with Yoongi and Hoseok apparently, they seemed fidgety. Having such a huge opportunity, they can’t afford making mistakes. There were a lot of people in the crowd, you were amazed at how much people they could gather in one tiny place.

From your peripheral vision, you spotted Jin talking with Jimin while looking at you. Suddenly Jin winked, you got scared for a moment, you thought you were being cautious. As you turned around to chat with your girls, all of the sudden the gig was starting. Stella was screaming her heart out, of course. Jungkook was near the speakers with one girl. Assuming he left the other with someone else, you noticed how fake his movements looked around her, it wasn’t the always confident Kook you all knew.

Not minding his attitude right now, you focused your attention back to the stage where the guys where showcasing their rap skills for a while. As they were performing, Jin was getting closer from behind you, breath fanning over your neck and making you shiver in content.

“Enjoying so far?” grabbing your waist, he made himself comfortable in the crook of your neck. Creating this intimate wall between you both and everyone else. You heard snickers but it didn’t matter.

“Actually yeah,” turning a little to face him, “told you they were good.” Getting more comfortable with the position you were in, you could smell his cologne, such an addicting aroma.

Murmuring a yes, he kept talking, “Wanna go somewhere after this?” you could feel the vibrations of his voice in your back as he talked.

“Of course.” You left it at that while giving him a light kiss on the cheek and taking your attention back to your friends’ performance.

Jin smiled ear to ear at that, knowing full well someone was observing from afar…

When the performance was over, Yoongi made his way over to Stella who was flustered from all the screaming she did and of course the eye-fucking contest that took place between them. Being cautious of anyone seeing them, he took her to another place close to the stage, Stella followed him confused.

“The producer plans to take all of us with him to an after party at his penthouse, and he said to bring my girlfriend with me…” Stella stayed frozen at her place, did she just hear wrong? When did he started dating someone? “So, you wanna come or not?”

Yoongi started laughing at her baffled state, and couldn’t hide his proud look. He knew it was time to stop the childish game and be brave. Almost two years of pushing back the thought because fear took over him everytime he tried to make a move.

“It was about time Min Yoongi, I’m surprised you didn’t make me a song or something for your luckiest day.” Here she goes again with that attitude. He loved it.

Taking a step forward to him, she hugged him by his neck and tried to make a disgusted face at his puckered lips, always trying to make a situation lighter than it actually was. Finally, they kissed and it felt like those two years were worth the wait. Breaking apart from the kiss, he followed her lips, making her giggle a little bit.

“What time do we have to be at this after party though?”

“I don’t know and I don’t really care right now,” he said while looking at her lips, “come here.” Taking her face again, he couldn’t get enough of her, so deciding to take this somewhere else, he signalled to follow him to another place. She gladly accepted.

While everyone was getting ready to get into Jungkook’s and Hoseok’s cars outside of the bar, Namjoon seemed on edge. Getting an invitation from the producers, already getting the approval for an album and a studio for it, was a big deal. Taehyung and your girls were chatting up with Jimin, getting along just fine, while Jin and you were hugging because of the wind. Jungkook was already in his car with his girl.

“Where the fuck is he? We need to get going.” Namjoon started to whine to Hoseok

“Don’t know man, he went straight to Stella and I haven’t seen them since.”

“Come on guys,” you butted in, “we all know what it’s taking place right now, so no one has to fuck it up.” Looking at everyone around you in almost a threatening way.

“Alright, alright,” Jungkook made a comment after what it seemed ages, “We are going or what?”

Everyone looked over at him, the annoyed tone and demeanor didn’t help with Namjoon’s temper, so everyone opted to ignore Yoongi’s and Stella’s absence. You decided to avoid Jungkook annoyed ass for the moment and got in Hoseok’s car while everyone was arranging themselves in both cars.

Why did you guys wanted to go to the after party? It was a great question right now. Each one of your friends seemed to be making the same question because how much of a flop it was. Taehyung being Taehyung arrived making himself known by screaming “THE PARTY HAS ARRIVED”, but all the up-tight people seemed to avoid this scene.

After that, all of you splitted up to find what to do as Namjoon was with the producer.

“Why are we here again?” Jimin seemed annoyed at all the old ladies who wanted to hit on him. They were all around him, trying to bribe him to spend time with them but it was no use.

“I really don’t know,” Hoseok replied, “we wanted to make a good impression with them but they seem out of it and too old to party. It’s 11 o’clock for fuck’s sake.”

“Let’s get drunk on their expensive alcohol while we analyze which lady is going to take Jimin for the night.” Taehyung concluded as  Jimin started punching his shoulder but they indeed went to grab some drinks.

The party was boring to say the least, and even Namjoon who seemed the most anxious to come to the penthouse wanted to go already. He just took a couple shots with the producer and made an excuse to go early. The man in question didn’t make reaction at that whatsoever, seemingly in a trance with all the drugs and alcohol he took.

Jin and you were kicking it off, he was talking with your friend like he knew them for a long time, they seemed in a trance with such a good looking man talking… not blaming anyone. All of the sudden, the guys joined your little circle.

“So Y/N, are you going to take me now? I’m willing to be your victim for the night baby!” Taehyung had to be his usual beautiful clueless self, Jin just looked over at you wondering what would you respond to that.

“I’m not feeling it tonight… I wanna relax for today” pointing at Jin with your eyes and wishing he would get the message.

“What? Are you sick or something?” he stared at you with worried eyes but you answered right away, “I want to spend time with Jin here.”

Looking from you and Jin, he got it, surprised that someone could get you to say that instead of a snarky remark was surprising to say the least. “This night is too weird…”

At Jennie’s side of the “circle” you all created, there was Jungkook with his girl and she could notice how his behavior got worse from just some hours ago at your apartment.

“Hey Kook,” she interrupted what seemed to be an almost kiss between them but she didn’t care, “are you feeling alright? You seem out of it.”

“Kind of, I wanna go home already,” looking back and smirking at nameless girl, “I’m just tired from work.”

She knew something else was up with his mood, but she didn’t want to push it over. After a couple more shots and meaningless talk, everyone was having a seemingly good time, getting to know the new additions of the group and making plans for other days. Jungkook was just clueless on how the girl wanted to take part of the plans and didn’t knew how to explain to her  she wasn’t even invited to them.

As minutes went by, more cougars were trying to get Jimin to talk to them, but it was useless. Jennie being the protective type, she just shooed them off by taking his arm. His grateful expression was so adorable. Everyone else was getting more bored by the ambiance of the place and finally Namjoon suggested to go home.

“Finally!” As on cue, everyone diverted gazes back to Jungkook, assuming it was the fact that he was the designated driver for the night took a toll on him, everyone ignored his statement and went directly to the exit.

Meanwhile everyone was sorting out how to settle in the cars, Jin and you were staying behind deciding where to go next, “Wanna go to a bar? It’s near my house.”

“Sure, just let me tell everyone we are going to go somewhere else.” As you were heading towards your friends who were whispering among themselves, the little snickers as you were approaching were obvious.

“Lover boy and you going somewhere?” Danielle said, wiggling her eyebrows.

“Yes we are,” returning the gesture back at her, “but just a couple more drinks and talk a little more.”

“More?” Hoseok said, “I couldn’t talk that much with you baby boo,” doing a fake pout, he went for a hug and whispered to your ear, “I’m glad you two are getting along.”  

Letting a giggle escape as you separated yourself from the hug, “See you guys later!”

While turning around, you came face to face with Jungkook, who said, “Got your keys? I’m going to be busy and I don’t want to get interrupted.” As he said it, the girl perked up at his statement, almost in a triumphant way that you couldn’t understand.

“Don’t worry about it, she is going to be safe.” You heard Jin approach you both, taking your waist between his arm, “I already called a cab.” he said smiling at you.

“Thanks,” smiling back and turning to Jungkook’s way, “and really don’t worry, I’ve got my keys.” You said, trying to calm his demeanor at the moment.

“Alright then.” Turning around without looking back, “Let’s go everyone!”

His words seemed to take them out of the trance they all were in, watching what was taking place in front of them, him and you didn’t stay mad for long and that was a well known fact. So this scene was weird, it wasn’t a confrontation per se but the vibe was just different.

As all of them got in the cars, you said your goodbyes and waited for the cab with Jin. “Is riding cabs going to be our thing?” he mentioned.

“Only if we don’t scar the taxi driver like last time…”

“Stop right there, you dirty minded woman,” he smirked at your devilish expression, “we are just going to talk and get to know each other, okay?” Grabbing your hand, as the cab was approaching, you giggled and wondered if what he said was going to be true. He continued his semi-speech, “You don’t want to corrupt this innocent boy.”

Laughing at that, you added, “Oh my god, just shut up and get in, before you say something weird.”

“As you wish.” he said smiling.

Meanwhile, Jungkook finished dropping Jennie and Taehyung off, and took nameless girl back to the apartment. To say the entrance wasn’t graceful was an understatement. The said girl jumped on him, literally, trying to attack his lips.

As he struggled to open the door, she was taking his jacket off, “I’m going to eat you alive…” She whispered to his ear. Was she trying to sound sexy? Or was she threatening him? After succeeding in opening the door, they stumbled with the shoes that were right in front of it.

“Come on!” she started to take his belt off, “Take my clothes off.” She said with a whiney voice.

He did as he was told, he was a good trooper and wouldn’t back down. As he was taking her dress off, she was making weird faces. Jungkook didn’t know if it was out of real pleasure or just wanting to be seductive and failing.

After taking it off, he swung her into his shoulders to get to the bedroom already. When they entered, she began to smack his ass. He hated it.

He threw her into the bed without any hint of chivalry, but he guessed it was her style of treatment as she was smiling ear to ear.

“Lemme put on a show for you, baby boy.”

Did he ever mentioned to anyone how that nickname turned him off? She was checking every box of his pet peeves and he wanted to rush to end this.

She stood up and started parading herself, as he was sitting at the edge of the bed, he didn’t knew what to do in this scenario. Was he supposed to be turned on? He enjoyed foreplay but this wasn’t his thing. While taking her thong off, she approached him and getting on his lap, trying to rub her entrance into his groin.

“Enjoying yourself baby?”

No. But he just nodded yes and kissed her to shut her up. He just wanted to fuck and end this.

All of the sudden, when she started to rub her now uncovered breasts into his exposed chest thanks to her, he perceived a familiar scent but he couldn’t picture from who at the spot. She continued her ministrations while he was taking his pants off, he was getting impatient, so he lifted her up and laid her on the bed.

Squealing like a little girl, she got comfortable, Jungkook proceeded to put her legs in his shoulders and giving little kisses in her inner thighs to get her more worked up. It seemed like it was working because Suzy? was being more loud than before. Going straight to her clit and massaging her outer lips with his fingers. He began giving little kittish licks to the nub and making her squirm under his touch.

While still working on her, he took his boxers off and began pumping himself, trying to get in the mood as well. This Suzy girl was grabbing his hair and making more guttural noises. Knowing full well she was already losing it, but something was a little off about all of this. His mind was on another place, the smell she emitted from before sparked something in him, it reminded him when you get ready to go out and spray yourself with your perfume.

Wait… he shouldn’t be thinking about you when he is eating some girl. Scared of what he was just remembering, he sped up his tongue pace plus adding a few fingers inside of her and getting an instant reaction. An exaggerated porn star esque one, which was another point in his pet peeves in bed, nevertheless he continued and wanted to get her to cum fast.

Suddenly, she started to squirm and demanded him to move by grabbing his face signalling to switch places. “I wanna to return the favor.” she said with a sly smirk.

He did as we was told, getting in the same position she was in before, his back facing the bed and trying his best to set his mind into getting his dick hard. He has never had this problem but there is always a first.

“Aww my baby needs help with little Jungkook?” Little Jungkook? Seriously? Either way he just nodded and added in a whiney voice, “Help me, please.” He guessed if he kept up with her ways, it would be easier to get it up.

It seemed this simple request along with the effect on his voice stirred up something because the grip she got on his shaft was strong enough to make him whimper, “That’s right baby boy, make momma proud.” Taking a long lick from the base to the head, proceeding to take him whole and surprising him. If she stayed like that, bobbing her head without talking, it might get hard. To help this, he started to imagine whatever turns him on, long stockings, ropes, cumming into a girl’s ass, you coming out of the bathroom with your hair wet and the sweater you borrowed from him…

He became agitated at that and got up, making her gag and it seemed that she liked that, so she kept on gagging herself with his dick. He was almost cumming but he stopped her, making her confused. “I don’t think I can last much longer… mommy.” He doubted for a second to say that, but he wanted to get the image of you fast.

Suzy straddled him with her legs, grabbing his dick and positioned it into her entrance, “How much do you want this baby?” Did he had to beg for this? Sighing he proceeded to answer her, “Yes mommy, put it in.”

He didn’t knew if his voice tone was convincing until she sat on him really hard, and started going up and down fast. “YEEES! IT’S SO BIG!” She literally just started, how was she so into it already? Either way, he began to thrust upwards to finish himself off quickly because by the looks of it, she won’t last long.

“Oh god… Jungkook” She got close to his neck and started to give him little kisses along his jawline, getting the scent so close again put him into overdrive. Grabbing her by her waist, he switched their position by now putting her back into the mattress and thrusting more faster into her. “Go harder! Slap me!” She grabbed his hand and it landed in her right cheek, this didn’t help him get more turned on but he was a pleaser, and started to go harder without slapping her because that wasn’t his thing.

After a couple more thrusts, they both came hard and he slowly pulled his dick out of her, proud not to call out a certain name. “That was great and all… but, I don’t do cuddling babe.”

After a couple hours, you came back to your apartment safe and sound thanks to Jin. The both of you drank a little too much, but you were content with just spending time together. Getting to know his struggles and desires was refreshing to say the least, plus you were glad to not have to be worried to get some guy out of your house by the next morning. He heard you as well, with all of your tales of how much work you have or how annoying your co-workers can get.

Taking you keys out, all of the sudden the door was opened, “What the fuck?” The girl Jungkook was with at the bar, now was staring right at you. “Are you looking for that asshole?” you were about to answer but she just went ahead and stormed off.

Entering your apartment, you saw Jungkook in the living room with only his boxers on. Seeing how distressed he looked, you almost didn’t noticed how much of a mess the furniture was, some upside down and some broken, it was going to be hell having to replace some of the stuff. “Man… what happened?”

“She started to go ballistic on me because I said I don’t cuddle…”

Baffled, you responded. “And she was that petty to be doing this to a stranger’s house?”

“I know right?” sighing, he continued, “I just wanted her out of the apartment, she was so unrealistic with whatever she said and did while fucking.”

“That’s what you get for hooking up with the first girl you saw today,” removing your shoes and walking carefully to your room, you added, “should have looked deeper.”

Something in him stirred up with anger, somehow it seemed you were mocking him. “Oh well, sorry for not changing over night for a dick you just fucked once!” he said, laughing to himself.

“What did you just said?” You didn’t expect this behaviour, you thought that after a good fuck and not talk for a little while would help his attitude towards you. It seemed like the opposite.

“You heard me.” Walking straight to his room, he heard you said, “I don’t have time for this nonsense…”

It was such a good day that you didn’t want Jungkook’s pettiness over something so trivial as not wanting to fuck for just one night ruin your sleep. So, you went ahead and started to take everything off and wipe off your makeup. After finishing up, you got in your bed with a heavy feeling

Who you were kidding? It was a weird long day and to have someone so close to you being mad… was just rough and tiresome. Closing your eyes, you decided to brush it off for now.

[anonthenullifier]

Fic suggestion: Wanda has trouble falling asleep/staying asleep and Vision tries to help her. This is completely coming from the fact that I’ve been having problems sleeping lately and usually turn to scarlet vision stories when that happens 😂 It also seems like it would be insanely adorable/fluffy

Hello! I’m not sure I went in the direction you were wanting, but I still hope it fulfills your prompt in that it is 1. fluffy 2. that it is something you can read while you are, unfortunately, not sleeping and 3. That you enjoy it! Also, sorry this is so late!

Insomnia is the type of friend that arrives uninvited with impeccable timing to descend when mental fortitude is at its weakest. It also has the uncanny ability to make itself comfortable, sprawling along the mattress, its ghastly arms stretched out in such an expansive way Wanda cannot escape curling into its embrace. Despite the toxic, one-sided relationship, it is also the friend that perhaps knows her the best. Sure she shares the intimate fears and shrouded thoughts with some others, Pietro had always been her source until, well, he decided to be a hero, and now she has her husband, his strong arms and gentle, spinning eyes a comfort, but she’s never as open with them as she is in the dark of night, the drone of the television muffled as her thoughts careen around the hypotheticals of life. Tonight is one of the worst in a long time, her eyes wide and burning from the oppressively stale air.

It has been six months since Thanos, since losing so many teammates, since losing Vision, and since discovering in herself an ability to alter reality, set things right. Which is why she feels unfounded in her agony, most of the losses from the battle no more, life set back to rightness (though the scars remain), yet still the specter of the what if, of the what was, will not leave her alone. Right now is particularly bad, not because the memories are stronger or the traces left from briefly being a widow are more biting, it’s because, for the first time since everything, he’s not beside her, arms protectively wound around her waist, refusing to let go. When she is reminded that she isn’t alone in her fears, can feel his own restlessness at coping with all the psychological and physical effects of the cosmic war, sleep comes easier, the waft of vibranium and the reassuring brush of his breath along her cheek soothing her into a restful slumber.

Wanda rolls over with a grunt, pulling the spare pillow to her face in hopes the frigid touch of the unused threads can chase away her thoughts. It doesn’t work, just as it didn’t work the ten times she’s done it already tonight. The mission has been going for four days, not a single one of those has she slept, eyes growing heavier every day, weighing her face down which causes her lips to respond, a perennial arc of displeasure on display (something both Carol and Strange have pointed out numerous times, which only deepens the frown). Sleep hasn’t been this difficult since losing Pietro, before Vision offered his mind to aid her, how fitting that Vision is now the reason she can’t sleep. It’s not, she has reasoned night after night, so much his physical absence as it is the reminder of how it wasn’t when they were on a mission when their lives fell into nightmares, it wasn’t during training, or anything Avenger related. They were on a date, holding hands, he’d just told her a painfully corny joke that curled his mouth up into an adorably proud smile and then it all shattered, the pieces still scattered, not fully put back together even now. The knowledge had always been there, since she was ten, but it was reiterated tenfold that day, no part of life is immune from incursion. Briefly she wonders if it she’d be in the same quandary if their roles were reversed, if she was at the compound and he on the mission, but though her brain says maybe her heart still screams, shriveling at the notion.

A frustrated groan precedes the swing of her body, an exaggerated movement that ends with her bare feet on the carpet, toes curling into the rough fibers of the seedy hotel floor, and then Wanda stands, arms opening to the side as she stretches all the way up onto the tips of her toes. She paces the room four times, legs impatient and breath annoyed as she attempts to expel the extra energy from the tumbling blackhole of other realities. It’s on the fifth lap (not truly a lap, more of a horseshoe shaped circuit) that she decides to do what she’s put off the other nights, for reasons that seemed logical before but right now are idiotic. If she can’t sleep because her husband is back at the compound, then why not bring him along, at least in some sense. It’s reasoning not even he could find fault with, she thinks. Her decision made, Wanda journeys back to the bed, lowering herself onto the edge as she rummages through the nightstand, fingers unplugging her phone to give her free reign of movement, and then she lays down, a commanding “Call Vision” leads to his still face popping up and the steady four beat rhythm of the transmission tone. The moment the picture morphs into an actual moving face, one marred by worry, eyes squinted and mouth pursed, she smiles. “Hey Maximoff.”

“Wanda,” his voice is conflicted, half her name warm and loving and the other half reflecting concern at the odd hour of the call. “Is everything okay?”

She’d estimate perhaps a third of her worries are sloughed away by seeing his face and allowing the precise, quiet flow of his voice to wash over her. “Yeah,” one word and the wrinkles near the Mindstone ease back into a serene landscape of crimson, textured skin. “Just can’t sleep.”

“Ah,” the lack of surprise is expected, as is the subtle, cheeky shift of his mouth that is already spurring a roll of her eyes, “I am having the same issue.”

It’s at least the hundredth time he’s said it, the words no longer funny in their  unexpectedness, and yet she still feeds the behavior, a breathy chuckle joining the shake of her head because she treasures the carefree satisfaction that erupts in the wild twist of his irises. “You’re not funny.”

The phone is held a bit too close to his face for her to actually see the shrug, but she knows it exists, can parse it out from the practiced nonchalance of his mouth and the slight tilt of his head. “The available data suggests otherwise.” This too is the same argument, the intonation perfected, such an integral aspect to their conversations that it encases her in joy. “Have you slept at all during the mission?” A small, reserved shake of her head kickstarts his features, morphing them into the serious lines of contemplation that develop anytime he encounters a problem, lips set into a subtle scowl that makes it known he will, no matter how long it takes, solve the enigma of what lays before him. “Have you tried tea or warm milk?”

Wanda weakly tries to stop the grin from appearing on her face, the litany of remedies is one she has memorized, its creation occurring the first time he inquired (long before they would ever call themselves acquaintances, much less friends, and definitely not lovers) if he could aid her in sleeping. The clasped hands and nervous stutter of his voice no longer go along with the items, but the content is barely changed and the routine of it is medicinal, her limbs already growing slightly heavier in anticipation. “Yes, but the only tea we have is black.”

“Which is counterproductive to sleep.”

Something she knows quite well given the list taped inside the cabinet where the teas are stored, one he painstakingly crafted as a guide to responsible steeping. “You also know I’m not a milk before bed type of person.”

A nod of agreement, “Yes, but I determined to inquire in case you are truly desperate.”

“Not yet.”

Vision smirks at the admission which, counter to her hopes of calling him, only stokes the need within her to have him there next to her. “I hear the television.” The delicate way humans can imbue a sentence with different meanings and emotions was a skill he developed quite slowly, but once he grasped the use of purposeful inflection, he, unsurprisingly as he does with everything else, excelled at it. The good-natured but judgmental quality of the observation sparks an embarrassed ember underneath each cheek, her hand flicking to turn off the television. “Have you tried meditating?”

“Yes,” for about ten minutes but every time she closed her eyes, instead of finding a calm, centering blankness, she heard the sickening snap of Thanos’ hand around Vision’s body, her heart racing and stomach unsettled at the recollection of his screams and how suddenly they were silenced. “But that failed.”

The knowing downcast of his eyes confirms he understands why it failed, might even suggest he himself, though he isn’t trying to sleep, is ruminating as well. “Some research suggests verbalizing the worries interrupting your sleep can be helpful.”

“It’s the same thing we’ve talked about a million times, Vizh.” She says the words in a way to convey that this is not something she has any interest in right now.

“I know.”

There are five more checkboxes on his mental list, but Wanda decides to cut him off, at least reveal the one thing she knows would help. “I just,” the swirling of his irises stops her, mesmerized at the pure adoration and concern for her well-being clicking with each turn of the gear, “want you.”

His face softens, a requited desire evident in the slightly pained smile on his lips. “Captain Danvers is quite stringent concerning extraneous bodies on missions.”

“I know.”

The image on the phone bounces as he thinks, a marginally disorienting experience that thankfully stops as he stares hard into her eyes. “Perhaps we try something unconventional.”

Vision’s very existence is unconventional, yet it is not a word she would often use to describe his behaviors, her husband partial to routines and knowing precisely when and why things occur. “You going off list?” A nervous huff confirms his intent to shirk the norm. “What do you have in mind?”

“Do you have extra pillows or blankets?”

The question is odd, well not terribly odd given she’s in a bed, but without reaching into his mind (a feat that is difficult when they are an entire world apart) she finds herself in a state of ignorant vertigo, both thrilling and uneasy. “I have,” Wanda stands from the bed to assess everything, wandering into the tiny closet, the door broken so she has to use her powers to shove it aside, and then returning to the bed with her bounty. “Two pillows and three blankets.”

“Excellent,” the extra sleep aids fall onto the bed, forming a heap once she removes her powers and resumes sitting on the mattress, legs crossing as she stares at Vision’s face, curious at the jitteriness developing in his movements. “I have been unable to find empirical support for this supposition,” hence the jitters, “but perhaps we could, to the best of our abilities, replicate your typical sleeping environment.”

Wanda’s eyes narrow as she processes the words, gaze inching towards the mound of pillows and then back to his face, mind going through the routine they have set for bedtime with particular focus on how she slides into bed, head coming to rest on his chest, one arm thrown over his waist, and her leg snaking between his. “You want me to make a fake-Vision, don’t you?”

A self-conscious, dubious shrug confirms his thoughts. “It is possible you have become dependent upon physical contact in order to fall asleep.”

“Pillows and blankets are not quite the same.”

The hard, unmoving stare coupled with the unamused stillness of his features is his version of an eye roll. “I was also going to suggest I read to you, thus replicating another aspect.” The tight line of his mouth crawls into a wry smirk, “The only aspect I cannot help with is my fingers in your hair, but perhaps your powers will suffice.”

Now it’s her turn to roll her eyes, shaking her head at his attempt at levity, “I’ll pass on that.” Given nothing else has been successful, Wanda decides to play along, knowing that, even if it fails, at least it will keep him on the phone for longer. She arranges the pillows and blankets, deciding the pillows are needed for the “torso” of her “faux”sband and the blankets can wrap around her feet. His face hovers at the top of the pillow, held in place with a tendril of scarlet. “Vizh, I feel ridiculous.”

“You look quite comfortable.”

She almost counters back, informing him she’d be more comfortable if he was there, but that’s already known and thus unnecessary. “So what are we reading?”

The background on the phone changes, the picture frames on the walls of their room rotating out of view as he retrieves the book, the dark headboard of the bed filling the space behind him once he sits down. “End of Eternity by Isaac Asimov.”

“Vizh,” the zh is held out with a threatening waver, “I thought you agreed not to read anymore Asimov.”

Another hard stare and his voice develops a tinge of defensiveness, but not enough to overtake the amusement that exists as well, “This novel does not concern robots or artificial intelligence.”

Wanda mutters a “Fine,” before he begins, voice calm, developing a steady, conversational rhythm as he reads, filling her mind with Eternity and clean cut uniforms, assessing time (both past, present, and future) and controlling all of reality, razing civilizations with one small change. She is enthralled but that is antithetical to the purpose, her eyelids should be growing uncontrollable in their desire to close, breath evening out, and body sinking into the pillows. Instead she cannot stop staring at Vision’s face, tracking the emotions that flit through his eyes, longing to curl her powers into his thoughts, follow the pathways of information as he sorts through it, questions it, and then places it in the appropriate cubby. There is no doubt he’s also running hypotheticals, questioning the structure of this Eternity and the logic of the changes, but she can’t feel it, lacks the ability to do so, and it is distracting.

The story cuts out with a, “Wanda,” her thoughts tumbling into a muddied but centralized focused on his brilliant blue stare. “I believe this attempt can be marked as another failure.”

“Not all experiments work.” Unfortunately.

Vision’s shoulders move as he no doubt delicately inserts the bookmark, lining up the bottom edge with the word he last read. “There is only one more solution to try, but I will need to disconnect long enough to prepare it.”  

“Okay?” The image cuts out without an I love you, she hopes because he will be back momentarily, but the seconds stretch into a minute, balloon into ten minutes, fifteen, twenty, and there is nothing, her heart sinking all the way to her toes, mouth dry, desperate for water, and her mind is aflame with concern. Then there is a sound, a memory of sitting on Clint’s front porch, the warm summer sun tickling her toes as she stretches her feet out of the shade, the wind whispering its greetings, stirring the chimes above her. It is one of her favorite sounds, not because of the memory (though that helps), but because it is strikingly similar to the noise created when vibranium passes through a solid object, a pre-warning song it took her months to actually notice (her surprise at a body phasing through the wall had suppressed any noise up until then).  “Vizh!” Wanda bounds out of the bed, feet racing across the carpet until she can toss herself into his welcoming stance, drown herself in his embrace as she cinches her arms around his waist, refusing to let go. Thankfully he doesn��t try to move, simply holds her, a long, reverent kiss placed against the part of her hair.

“I-,” reluctantly she loosens her grip as he shifts his feet enough to meet her gaze, his palms cupping her cheeks and face hovering just above her own, “believe this may be the best option,” she begins to agree but her words drop away as he finishes, “for both of us.” Now that he is here, body pressed against hers, the comforting thump of his pulse guiding her own heart to match its rhythm, she doesn’t hesitate in entering his mind, notes the restlessness of his own thoughts, the disquiet at being separated, still convinced (despite the fact he verbally contradicts this) Thanos will return.

Wanda inches up onto her toes, just enough to close the distance between them, her lips meeting his with conviction, a surety that they are here, together, alive, and nothing will ever take that away again. The scrunch of his fingers along her cheeks and the deliberately slow move of his mouth to deepen the kiss is enough to fulfill his side of the promise. She pulls away, hand tracing his chest as he takes in a long breath, and smiles at him, “I love you.”

“And I love you.”

She nods towards the bed, heart beating rapidly despite the lids of her eyes sprouting weights, “Do you want,” a yawn interrupts her sentence and she can’t seem to find it in herself to finish it, fairly certain the intent is clear.

“Gladly.” A peck to her forehead is his parting as he steps around her before easing himself onto the mattress, hands meticulously placing the pillows so that he can prop himself up at a comfortable level to read. Wanda moves with a lethargic giddiness, crawling into the bed, sliding seamlessly under his right arm, cheek pressed into the silken synthetic fibers of his sweater, and she wraps herself around him, sprawling across the expanse of his body. “Goodnight, my love.”

Another yawn mangles her, “Night,” the tingle of his fingers along her scalp the final attack against the last of her insomniac defenses. Her mind calms, worries shoved aside for another time, and finally she sleeps.

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/11189247/chapters/31635333