#please don't let me regret answering this ask lol

[biganimal92]

people on twitter are mad over fanart of cloud raping tifa

i have been trying to come up with a response for this since you sent it and i think i'm stuck on trying to figure out your intentions on asking me this, like i genuinely, in an autistic way, don't understand what sort of response you're expecting. also i don't know how likely i am to continue to receive asks talking about this stuff so if anyone needs me to use a tag for this please let me know and i can correct that

like i had this really long reply basically saying "well i think this sort of thing happens because the last main website that 90% of the internet uses that explicitly allows porn has absolutely no division between any of its communities because the nsfw community on twitter isn't on a dedicated platform that just caters to the nsfw community so you're going to get people who are emotionally underdeveloped who are being exposed to art they either aren't interested in or aren't equipped to handle and it ends up creating a lot of really reactionary takes where, in an attempt to try to curate their own online space, they aim to eradicate those that threaten their peace because a lot of these people are younger and they didn't have a lot of time to be able to learn how to navigate the social landscape of the internet and the fault lies on twitter for fostering and encouraging an ecosystem like this anyway" because i think it's important to try to understand the causes of this sort of thing and to understand that this phenomenon is often the result of those who think they're powerless trying to control their experiences when really what they need to do is learn how effective the block button is if they're going to engage with these systems in a healthy and enjoyable way

but i started the post by saying "well i mean i also wouldn't want to see that because cloud simply would not do that and it means i'm being exposed to cloti against my will" and then at some point i tried to quote the one scooby doo ytp with the caveman frozen in ice. and also i went on for a bit saying that cloti is literally only good if it appeals to my very specific kinks and sensibilities so i don't know if any way i could answer this would be satisfactory since i'm still unclear why i'm being asked about this. mainly because i don't use twitter and i don't like cloti LOL

[pinkaditty]

Beauty (Twisted Wonderland, Rook Hunt)

tiptoes into blog again but steps on a comically placed whoopee cushion and alerts the entirety of my eagerly awaiting readers

hey hi hi sorry this is 2 let you all know that i am ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i had 2 disappear 2 focus entirely on my studies bc i was due 2 graduate with honors soon and i needed 2 have ALL my work completed lol! anyways, im glad 2 say that soon i will be the proud owner of an early bachelor’s degree in pre-med. this honors thesis better look STUNNING on my fucking resume. 

a/n: anyways YES im working on ur asks now that i have more free time yaaaaaaaaay!!! in the meantime enjoy this lol i wrote it entirely on a whim bc i saw the new rook card on twt and was like “hm. okay fine ass.” anyways let it be known i know VERY LITTLE about book 7 and Rook in general (ive seen spoilers but i don’t actively seek them out, plus i don't have the game anymore bc free palestine, fuck disney), so this might be ooc or an unusually placed scenario. please let me know how i can improve!

summary: rook’s back to his old self. he’s not sure of himself, but you have some choice words. 

cw: suggestive!!!!!!!! minors DNI!!!!!!!!!, book 7 spoilers i think, gn!reader (specifics of reader’s physical attributes are not mentioned, but Rook uses the masculine French word for "dear"), NOT PROOFREAD!!!!.

MINORS DNI AS PER USUAL THIS IS SUGGESTIVE!! THANK YOU FOR RESPECTING MY BOUNDARY!!!

“Well, I admit… the version of me you see standing before you, cher, was not me at my prime…”

You stare curiously at the man before you. Unmistakably, this was Rook. Same French accent, albeit with a harsher twang, same upturned green eyes, same haunting, knowing smile. It was Rook, without a doubt. But, he was different. He looked different. His uniform wasn’t Pomefiore- it was Savanaclaw. His hair was longer and wilder, choppy bangs and uneven waves falling in his face and along his back. His skin was darker, a light tan present on his usually pristine, pale skin. Freckles dotted the bridge of his nose and crest of his cheeks, and a smattering of them was found on his shoulders and neck. He didn’t stand quite as tall; rather, he stood with a slight slouch. Bending forward just slightly, piercing green eyes peering at you from beneath the shadow of  a wide-brim brown hat. Strangely, like this, he appeared considerably more predatory. 

Suddenly, him previously being in Savanaclaw made sense. 

However, this spurred a question in you. Not about his decision to change dorms, but about his words.

“What do you mean, not at your ‘prime’?”

You furrow your brows in confusion as you stare back at him, searching for answers. This Rook- with far more obvious muscle definition and hardened expressions- seemed quite at his fully-functioning peak. You step towards him, your eyes raking over his form, lingering at his rough, calloused hands on his hips, at his broad, freckle-covered chest, and at his perfect cupid’s bow, where a stray freckle laid. “Mon trickster,” he speaks, the sharp twang of his accent making you shiver. His lips rise into a knowing grin. Your eyes snap back up to his eyes, glued to you in irony. “It’s rude to stare.”

Your cheeks heat up only for a moment, but you wave him off. “Rook…” You start, giving him one more once over before glancing away again, not wanting to get too caught up in observing his proportions. “I don’t think this isn’t your prime. If anything…” You turn to him again, looking him in the eyes. You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before hurriedly spitting out the words before you could regret them. “...I think you’re beautiful.” 

You would expect Rook, of all people, to be unfazed by these words. However, he seems a bit taken aback, his eyes widening and his posture straightening, before he leans back forward again, his predatory smirk stretching wider across his face. “Merci, mon chéri, however, I do believe-”

“I mean it.” You quickly interrupt him, stopping him from beginning a self-depricating tirade of how unaccustomed he used to be to the concept of beauty. “I think you’re beautiful like this.” You face him head-on, your heart pounding loudly in your ears. This shouldn’t feel like confessing, but strangely, it does. 

Now it’s Rook’s turn to blush. His smile fades, his eyes going from knowing to gentle curiosity. The warm redness of the blush spreads across his tan cheeks, accentuating the darkness of his freckles. Something about that is endearing to you, and for a moment, you are emboldened. 

You step closer to him, to which he instinctively steps back, maintaining space while his senses are momentarily thrown off by his reaction to your praise. However, he doesn’t get to do that for long. He stumbles back into a stool, gripping onto its edge as he falls onto it, surprised. He would have known that was there, if not for your closeness and persistence. You move even closer, placing a knee between his thighs on the stool, boosting your height and leaning in to grab his face. He freezes, momentarily shocked by your bold actions, but he soon relaxes, his shoulders falling and his breathing returning to normal. He looks down, his eyes becoming hooded before he looks up at you again, his emerald gaze more alluring than before. He bites his lip before speaking, probably to distract you. Admittedly, it almost works. “Mon trickster…” He speaks again, and you wonder how anyone got used to hearing him speak, when such a harsh twang in a smooth accent contradicted so perfectly. He breathes shakily, a blush returning to his face. You deduced he was definitely trying to lure you in. “You’re being… awfully bold today. May I ask what’s brought this on-”

“Your imperfections are what makes your beauty!” You don’t shout, but you do raise your voice, ensuring his words are drowned out. Being this close to him makes you somewhat nervous, but you stand your ground, pressing your palms a little more into the flesh of his cheeks. He blinks at you confusedly, waiting for you to speak. You open your mouth to speak, but close it just as quickly, letting out a few false starts before sighing. You look away, taking a deep breath, before steeling yourself and facing him once more. Slowly, you let your eyes take in his face, until your gaze reaches his freckles, prominent against his tan skin. You find yourself stroking his freckles with your thumbs, gently tracing the nonsensical patterns in which they appear. You finally find your confidence again, and speak without thinking. “Your freckles and tan don’t tell me that you had bad or sensitive skin- they tell me that you loved the sun.” Your voice is so gentle it surprises yourself, not whispered, but low, and filled with a strange intimacy. 

His eyes widen at your words, his lips parted. He breathes shakily, but something about it is genuine this time. His eyes remain fixated on yours, his thick eyebrows downturned in a strange mix of melancholy and yearning. You stroke his face more, and he relaxes, closing his eyes and letting you hold him. You begin to breathe shakily yourself, your body flushing with heat and your fingers beginning to tremble just slightly. You move your right hand from his cheek to his hair, not once lifting your palm. Your fingers gently move through his hair, holding the back of his head, and he leans into your touch, exhaling as your pinky brushes the back of his neck. You lean in as well, following him as he follows your touch. He opens one eye to peer at you curiously, gauging your next action. When you gently pull at his waves, his eye snaps shut again, and he disguises a moan as a throaty exhale. You speak again, led purely by the spur of the moment. “Your uneven bangs and wild hair don’t tell me that you didn’t care for it- it tells me that you took the time to let it grow, and chose not to restrict what was yours.” You say this close to his neck, your lips gently brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers, gripping the stool harder.

You begin to pull back, keeping your palms to his skin. You move your right hand back to his cheek, where your left hand still rests on his other one. You pause for a moment before drifting both hands downwards, your palms and fingers tickling his jaw and neck. He leans his head back to allow you access, sighing quietly at the feeling. You gently trail your palms and fingers down his neck before finally resting at the base. You then gently drag your hands to his shoulders and squeeze them, looking up at him. His blush still remains, and his lips are still parted, his breathing still shaky. He gazes at you expectantly, as though eagerly awaiting your next bit of praise. You lean towards his face and press your forehead to his, looking down at his shoulders. “Your slouch does not tell me that you had bad posture- it tells me that you were shyer, and didn’t take pride in your appearance.” You begin to trail your palms down his shoulders, your fingers feather-light on his skin in their wake. He shivers at the gentle stimulation, closing his eyes again. His breathing gets heavier and shakier, and you begin to feel heat pool within you once more. You pull your head back, straightening up as your stare at him. Leaning your face close to his, you continue to trail your palms down his arms, your fingers lightly pressing into his muscles, mapping out the structure of his body. Eventually you lift your palms, using only your fingers to trail down his forearm, tracing the insides of his wrists. He hardly flinches, likely expecting this, but still shivers at the sensation. “It also tells me…” You continue, your lips mere inches from his, but not daring to move any closer, staring at his cupid’s bow and blonde lashes. Your fingers reach his hands, and you gently pry them from their grip on the stool, moving them to his lap, palms up. You trace your fingers along his rough, calloused palms and fingers, making shapes and patterns. “...That you took more pride in the things you did with your hands.” You press your palms into his and his eyes flutter open, not surprised to find you mere inches from his face. He exhales, his blush deepening. He blinks at you, knowing you still weren’t finished yet. 

“Your imperfections lead me to your beauty. That’s why…” You trail off, lifting one hand from his palm and caressing his cheek once more. “...You’re beautiful.”

You begin to pull back, closing your eyes and quickly moving away, beginning to move your knee from between his thighs on the stool. However, he quickly grabs you, his fingers gripping the back of your uniform as he pulls you in. Your knee follows your movements, pushing into his inner thigh on the stool. He sharply inhales, looking down, before looking back up at you with hooded eyes. His eyes still look expectant, as though he still wants more.

“Mon trickster…” He says lowly, pulling you in further. Your knee presses harder against his inner thigh and your upper body closer towards his. He breathes shakily, moving one hand from the back of your uniform to the front, bunching some of it in his grasp. He tilts his head towards you, and you can feel his breath on your lips as your eyes lock with his. Heat flushes through your body again.

“Are there any other… imperfect beauties… that I possess, that you’d like to point out to me?”

rejoice! entertainment be upon ye!

a/n: okay but seriously, i hope u all enjoyed! i wrote this in like,, a few hours? for reference it is like. 5:45 am where i am as i type this LOLLLL! i was up lateee bc i no longer have schoolwork which meansss every spare second i have that im not working working, ill be doing these. anyways! please please pleeeeaaaasssseee leave a like, comment, and a reblog if u liked it! i love 2 know that u loved my work! ik its been a while but i promise 2 try 2 be more active… i swear!! oh, and leave an ask if u have any ideas about other things i should write!

[hyperactively-me]

black tie affair

He slowly comes up behind you, hands stretched out in front of him, wordless. He grasps your waist firmly, holding you in place as his other hand brushes up against your lower back. You shiver under his touch, body still, unmoving. He was so close. So close.

"oh nooooo the zipper on my dress is stuck, what ever will i do? who would ever help meee?"

zipper is stuck trope. with ghost. lol bye.

also, don’t mind me making stuff up for this fic. don't think too hard about it. let's just pretend!

(asks are open)

happy reading

EDIT: PART 2 OUT NOW

warnings: none

Tonight was the Special Forces Military Ball. It was a once-a-year event that everyone on the task force looked forward to as an opportunity to unwind from work. A night of speeches, dancing, and drinking was highly awaited. 

You were in a hotel room, finishing applying your makeup in the small bathroom adjacent to the bedroom. The lighting was horrendous, but you persevered. You gently brush on the last touches of your eyeshadow, blinking a few times at your reflection in the mirror. You tilt your face side to side, inspecting every inch of your makeup before pulling back, smiling contentedly at your work. It’s been a while since you last wore this much makeup. A quick sigh escapes your lips as you turn out of the bathroom and into the main room. 

A long, black dress lays across the hotel bed. The dress swishes gently across the floor as you pick it up from the bed and hold it up in front of you in front of the floor length mirror. The sweetheart neckline swoops gracefully, the thick straps of the dress adorned with small silver gems. The skirt of the dress hugs all of your curves in the right places, accentuating your features. 

You start to slip on the dress, pulling it up and around your body, then pulling the sleeves over to rest on your shoulders. Reaching around your back, your hands come up as you fumble around with the zipper, only pulling it up an inch before it stops.

You try pulling it as hard as you can to no avail. Messing with the zipper a few more times does absolutely nothing, the continuous motion of pulling it up and down useless in aiding you. The zipper rests, stuck, on your lower back. 

“Fuck” you groan, annoyed with the stubborn zipper.

You angle your back towards the mirror and stare at it, mostly bare, with a frown. Someone was going to have to help you with this. 

Everyone, with the exception of one person, was busy preparing for the event as you racked your brain about who you could call. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley.

The big guy. 

You grab your phone and scroll through your contacts before your finger lands on his name. You hesitate for a moment, almost already regretting this. Next thing you know, you bring the phone up to your ear, biting your lip as it rings. The phone rings once, twice, then you hear the line pick up. 

“Hello?” the low timbre of his voice echoes from the phone. 

You inhale dramatically, and turn to look at yourself in the mirror. 

“Hi,” you sigh. 

The silence from the other end is overbearing. You grimace a little. 

You speak quickly, “So uh, I need some help.” You hold your breath as you wait for a response, any response from him. 

You hear some shuffling around, and a small cough. You roll your eyes once more. 

“Please,” you strain. 

He hesitates for a moment. “What’s wrong?” 

“This is awkward, but uh, the zipper on my dress is stuck, and you’re the only person I could think of to call and I totally get it if you can’t help me–”

“Which room is yours?” he cuts you off briskly. The shuffling in the background abruptly stopped. 

Your mouth opens and closes for a moment, shaking your head as you try to answer.

“Oh, yeah, it’s room 456, fourth floor…” you trail off. 

He hangs up without a word. You bring the phone away from your ear slowly and stare at yourself in the mirror once more. 

He really is a man of few words. 

You pace the room a few times, waiting for him when a single, brief knock raps your door. You stop in your tracks and turn to the door, then run to the mirror to make sure you look presentable enough. You look through the peekhole just to make sure its Ghost before you pull open the door swiftly. 

You’re met with his chest in your face, and you drag your eyes upward to his face. His covered face. In that skull mask he always wears. He’s wearing a black tuxedo along with a crooked black tie. 

“Hi” he says simply, raking his eyes down your form. 

You immediately grab his bicep and pull him into the room and shut the door behind you, pressing your exposed back to the door. He chuckles quietly at you, raising his eyebrows in amusement under his mask. 

“Thank you so much for coming” you breathe out, wringing your hands together. 

He just stares at you for a moment longer, taking in your appearance unabashedly. He shoves his hands in his pocket and clears his throat. 

“Wow. You look amazing” he whistles. 

Your cheeks heat up, your mouth slightly agape as the air leaves your lungs.

“Thank you.”

Your dress swishes around your feet as you push yourself off the door, brushing past him. “I could say the same for you, Simon.” 

Turning around, you brush a piece of stray hair behind your ear, taking a deep breath. He takes a few heavy steps towards you, his silence overbearing. 

“If you could zip me up, that would be great” you smile gently at him, biting your bottom lip awkwardly. You turn around, your exposed back facing Ghost, and you pull your hair over your shoulder. His breath wavers, eyes roaming the expanse of your back, then finally coming to rest on the small of your back. He slowly comes up behind you, hands stretched out in front of him, wordless. He grasps your waist firmly, holding you in place as his other hand brushes up against your lower back. You shiver under his touch, body still, unmoving. He was so close. So close. His free hand closes around the zipper, hesitant to free it. 

“Ghost–”

“It’s Simon. Simon, when we’re not on job,” he corrects. You stand up straight. 

“Simon. Are you going to zip me up?” 

He grunts quietly, then pulls at the zipper once, twice, before it's finally freed. You can feel heat radiating from his fingers as he pulls the zipper up agonizingly slow. As he pulls it up your back, his fingers brush against your skin, the small touches making your knees weak. Your cheeks feel hot from his languid movements. You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding when he zipped it up to the top.  

The trance you were in abruptly stops as you hear the small click of the zipper hitting the top. You swiftly turn around, the skirt of your dress bustling around as you take a step back, his hand falling from your hip. 

“Well, thank you Gh– Simon” you say, pushing your hair back to its original place. You rock back on your heels as you inspect his covered face.

His eyes look blown wide, his hands now pulling at the bottom of his tux jacket.

“‘s not a problem” he murmurs, eyes still not looking away from you. His hands wander up to his loosened tie, fidgeting with it.

You notice his tie isn’t properly tied, and you take a few steps close to him, your eyes staring straight at his chest.

“Let me help you with that” you point to his tie. You take his hands in yours and gently pull them to his sides. His hands dwarf your own, and you drop them. His breath hitches. 

You wrestle with the tie, your hands brushing up against his chest and collarbone as you twist it into perfection. You keep your eyes trained on the tie, biting your lip as you concentrate. Simon’s eyes remain locked on you, following your every movement. 

The silence permeates the air, save for the rustling of fabric against fabric. 

You finish tying the knot, and pull it up tight to rest against the base of his throat. He stretches his neck upwards as your hands come to fasten the tie in place. You smooth your hands on the edge of his jacket, straightening out any remaining wrinkles. Your head tilts upwards, smiling softly at him. 

“There” you sigh contentedly, patting his cheek gently before pulling away. 

Before you could fully remove yourself, his hand snakes down to your waist, pulling you up against his body. A small squeak slips out of you as his hands rigidly hold your waist.

“Simon–”

“Stop talking.” 

Before you could even process his movements, he yanks his mask over his nose. Your breath catches in your lungs as your eyes trail the features of his lower face. His breath is hot on your face as he leans down, closer and closer. “Can I kiss you?” he murmurs, eyelashes fluttering as he stares at your lips, noses bumping into each other. He’s only an inch or two away from your face, and you can see every lineament of his skin, his cheekbones, the tip of his pointed nose, his lips. He smells like sandalwood and vetiver, the scent peppery and strong. 

You nod your head fervently, heart racing in your chest. 

“Please.”

That’s all he had to hear you say. 

Simon leans in, closing the miniscule gap between you two. He leans down to press a firm kiss on your lips, inhaling sharply at the contact, eliciting a soft sound from you. Your hands wrap around his neck, tugging him down to your height as his hands roam up and down your back. Simon draws your body against his, pulling you flush against him. He begins to nip your bottom lip, tongue swiping over your lip as if to ask permission. You let him take charge, his hand gliding up your body, your breath growing ragged. 

He bites your lip, slowly pulling away as he breaks contact. You gulp in the cool air of the room, studying his face as he slowly pulls his mask down in place. Your ears are red, face flushed. 

“You’re beautiful,” his voice comes out hoarse as he takes your hand in his. He rubs his thumb in circles around your palm, outlining your face. 

“Thank you” you whisper, taking his hand into your own. 

You gingerly pull him out of your room, and don’t let go of his hand for the rest of the night. 

PART 2

[yuyu1024]

Fake Dating

Pairings: Mingyu x Y/N

Genre/tags: non idol au, university couple

Warning: 🔞 fluff, suggestive but not purely smut, cursing, pet names, jealousy, mention of bullying but not extreme

~~~ [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 2.4k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

A/N: written this while drinking my 3rd cup of coffee. Thats why it must be all over the place and does not make sense and feels a bit rushed... but yeah. 💀 im fine lol.

Anyways... busy days ahead.

Stay safe.

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"Hold my hand..." he utters the second you jump out of his SUV's front passenger seat.

"What?" You grunt as you put your backpack on you.

"Just.... hold... my... hand..." he hiss through his teeth whilst smiling.

You roll your eyes, "Fine." And then intertwined your fingers with his.

"Next time... when I tell you to do something... just do it okay?" He says trying to sound sweet.

You got it now. His ex is probably within the perimeter of the parking lot that's why he asked you to hold his hand.

"Okay... I will listen next time..." you force a sweet smile and then tip toe to pinch him on his cheek as a gesture of trying to act like you find him cute but not really.

"Thank you."

You two are over acting everything but you know from outside perspective, it is believable. Coz you even got your friends fooled. None of them know that between you and Mingyu, everything is just fake. You are not actually dating. He just asked for your help.

Why you? You have no fucking idea.

"How long are we going to do this?" You ask as you two walk along the sidewalk.

"Until I get the reaction I need from her..."

"And what reaction is that?"

He snorts a proud and yet annoyingly laugh. "Beg."

"Beg?" You stop walking. "This thing will end when she begs for you to take her back?"

"Yeah."

You roll your eyes again and let go of his hand. "That is silly..."

"What the fuck does that mean?"

"Well... I know Selena." You sigh, "She was my schoolmate since highschool... and she never begs men. It's always the other way around."

"Wow. Don't look down at me like that! Am I not attractive enough to make her beg and regret she broke up with me?"

You scan him from head to toe. "You are not bad... I must say... you are the very first good looking guy I actually approve by looks....that Selena dated."

"Really?" He arches a brow.

"However.... given her history." You pull out your phone from your pocket. "Goodluck." You mumble as you go on and scroll over texts on your phone. "Plus... you using me... is a wrong move... I am not a competition or whatsoever for her."

"If that's what you think... why did you agree with me? Doing this?"

"I was... desperate... like you. I needed saving that day too... so..." you trail off, your eyes busy with your phone still.

Yeah. That day when Mingyu pulled you from the bleachers, you needed that save. You were getting bullied by the mean girls from your class. Well, just because you caught their eyes that day.

Anyways, that afternoon during Mingyu's practice, you were there being tormented by those girls. They were acting like they were your friends but they were pinching and pulling your hair just to make you feel uncomfortable. And then suddenly, Mingyu spots you from the distance.

He called you by your name, asks you about something about going home with him and then chatted about random stuff. You were so fucking confuse but you went with his acting. At first you thought he saw you getting bullied so he helped you. But them after the whole quick kdrama acting, he explained everything to you.

That's it.

"Hey..." Mingyu steals your phone from your hand. "Stop using your phone when we're talking... you know its rude if you are talking to someone and you are not even paying attention."

You try to take it back but you fail. He is taller than you. "I am listening... and answering.."

"No..." he locks your phone and puts it in his bag. "Why are you so addicted with your phone?"

"I'm not! I was just replying to someone..."

"Who?"

"None of your business... babe..." you stick your tongue out and dig your phone out of his gym bag. "Anyways... goodluck with practice... just message me if we need to do something or your giving me a ride home or not."

He frowns. "Of course, I will drive you home."

You smile. "Okay then... thank you. See you!" You wink and left

****

Days had passed. Nights had gone by so quick. It has been an hectic few weeks for you. With all of the reviewing you have been doing preparing for the exams, on top of trying to survive each classes. You are dead inside now basically.

"I'm so tired." You sigh as you lay your head on your book and unplug your phone from charging. "It has been four months already?" You mumble as you scroll over you calendar for your schedules and see the monthsary reminder that Mingyu had set for every 26th of the month. "We lasted this long...?"

You thought that this fake dating will be over after 3 weeks. 2 months tops if Mingyu wanted to be serious with the 'making selena jealous and beg' agenda. But four months? That's a record breaker. Well atleast to your judgement of him.

It's not that you are getting tired of this fake dating shit. It's just... emotionally draining you in somewhat way.

He makes your heart confuse every now and then. And you can't do anything about it. That big giant puppy is a good-looking, athletic and charming dude. His attitude in life and personality is not bad either. He is funny and smart too. So... he is a good dream boyfriend material.

It's not a shocker that Selena liked him. Nor the rest of his fanclub. Mingyu is....hot. And you are not blind nor heartless.

However since you know your place in this modern world, your level in the who's hot and who's not. You are NOT a good match for him. You are just existing now in his world because he have a mission. His ex. So.. catching feelings is not in your to do list.

Yeah you can always ask him to end the deal. He said it himself; that you have the freedom too. BUT, besides being the hot guy in your life. Mingyu had been a friend too...(which you lack in your life sadly) so you are not sure if you are willing to let go a decent friend if you end whatever relationship you have with him.

*buzz*

🐶: where are you?

💖: why?

🐶: wdym why? Don't tell me you forgot?

💖: forgot what?

💖: just tell me

💖: im busy.

It took three minutes before he replies again

🐶: my mother's party is tonight.

"Fuck!" You hiss as you scramble to get all your things in your bag

You got a few sshh and be quiet from the other students studying in the library.

"Sorry..." you mouth as you hurry your way out

🐶: just tell me where the fuck are you and im going to pick you up.

You were trying to reply as you run out of the building but then the sound of the pouring rain made you gasp.

"Shit!"

You are dumbfounded. You don't know what to do now. You have no umbrella and you need to get home and get dress for his mom's birthday party.

*phone buzzes*

"Where are you?" He says as soon as you answered the call

"Library building. Outside..." you exhale your frustration. You scan the whole empty space in front of you. No one is running. No human is in sight. "How can I go? I don't have any change of clothes with me... maybe... I can just--"

"Found you."

You look straight up and see his pick up truck.

He rolls down the window of the passenger seat. "Get in!" He yells

"Crap!" You put your phone in your leather bag and then raise your jacket on top of your head before running like crazy down the steps.

The moment you got in, he sees your legs, part of your skirt and shirt are wet, "I've been calling you..."

"Sorry... my phone died and I just charged it."

His forehead is wrinkled. He does not look like he is in the mood.

"Figured." He then opens the zip of your bag and takes your phone so he can plug it to his car. "Let's hurry home so we can both change..."

"But I don't have--" you pause as you see how drenched he is. "Why are you so soaked?" You take off your jacket and put it around him.

He chuckles. "Thanks?" He finds it funny that you give him your small as jacket to a big guy like him.

"Just take it... you're cold."

"So are you..." he says

"I'm fine." Then you scan the back seat of his car, checking if he have a spare shirt somewhere.

"What are you looking for?" He glances at you when he sees you reaching for something while he's driving. "Hey!" He holds on to you when you almost slipped.

"Got it!" You grunt. "I found you a--"

Your cheeks suddenly burns like hell. No, you did not randomly got sick or what. You're just caught off guard when you straighten up your position and felt... and saw that his hand is on your thigh.

Mingyu is fucking holding your thigh!

"Is that a shirt of mine?" He asks, his eyes is on the road.

"Uhmm..." you answer, "uhuh."

"How did you know I have clean a shirt back there?" He's still not moving his hand off you.

"Well..." you look outside the window to your side, pretending to not notice it. "I remembered you said you always bring extra... especially during practice."

He hums his answer. "You do listen when I talk..."

"Whatever."

You became silent and stiff. Even though eventually he removed his hand because he is driving. He needs his hands.

But the warmth that his hand left on your skin lingers. It burns. And it felt like your skin misses the touch.

*phone buzzes*

You bend over to unplug your phone and see who texted you. But then suddenly, Mingyu swerves his car to park giving you a whiplash and dropping your phone on the floor.

"What the fuck? Why are you so aggressive parking your--"

It was a blurr. You don't know what caused it nor what happened but Mingyu just parked his car, unbuckle his seatbelt and lunges at you. He, out of the blue, just started kissing you.

"Mingyu!" Your voice is small and weak. You're panting. "W-what the hell...?"

His eyes are just on you, scanning your face. Most particularly your bruised lips.

"I don't want you to reply to him anymore..." he says

"W-what?"

"I know your still texting your ex..." he cups your face with his one hand. "And I don't like it." He leans close again and kisses you more. Sucking your lower lip and tongue.

This is so fucking wrong but you can't get a grip of yourself to stop kissing back. It feels so fucking good. Your body was cold earlier but now, it's not.

"You are kissing me... because of that? You hate my ex?" You ask as your lips separates

"Don't be dumb. Of course that's not the only reason..." His hand slides back to your thights and it earned him a sensual reaction that made him smile in pure joy. "You know... I like it when you blush..." he says before going in for another kiss.

Everything that's happening is out og the blue. How did you both got in this situation? No clue. Does he like you? Is he just horny? What?

"W-wait..." your back is already leaning on the door whilst you still have your seatbelt on. "I don't think... this is right."

"Hmmm..."

"I think we should--"

Before finishing your sentence, Mingyu unbuckles your seatbelt and pushed your seat back so it lowers. You yelp as it goes down, flat.

"Move to the back." He orders

"What?" You look at him and the backseat.

"Crawl..."

"W-why?"

"Y/N... you know what I mean... go... please?"

You heart is beating fast. Its a mixed of excitement and fear of what if you guys get caught. Yes his car is tinted but...

He totally stops the car engine (to be safe) and then starts pulling his shirt off

"What are you doing?" You gasp

He smiles, "why are you asking questions that's already obvious?" He is big but he moved from the driver's seat to the backseat beside you.

"Well..." you hug your legs as you watch him move

"Don't tell me... you're a shy type person when it comes to fucking?" He is smirking.

"I'm... not....it's just..."

"Just what?" He ask while removing his bracelet and wrist watch

"Why are we doing this?" You question

He shrugs. "Because... I like you."

"You like me?" You are taken aback. "Seriously?" And then laugh. "You're funny..."

"Who said I'm joking?" He grabs both your ankles, spread your legs and place them on his side. He is hovering you now.

"But... selena..." you are breatheless as you see him basically on top of you now.

"The deal was only for a month...right?"

You nod

"It didn't worked. So... I moved on..."

"The fuck? So why do we still do this dating shit?"

"Because... I like you."

"What? I'm confused."

"Selena broke up with me... coz I started liking someone else..."

"What?! Who?"

Mingyu lowers down his face and starts kissing you on your neck, just below your ear. "Obviously... its you..."

He continues to nibble your neck until he felt your hips react with his touches.

"Your...y-your making this shit up... just to... just to fuck me..." you are moaning the words out now.

"If I just want to fuck you... I could just ask you right there and then in the field..." he explains "I'm sorry I made this fake dating shit up... but... I know you'll not try to date me if I didn't do it... I know you don't like me before... so..."

You just stare at him and try to absorb whatever he's saying

"Why.... why do you like me?"

"I don't know.. I just did..." he pushes the hair off your face. "I think you don't remember... but we've been to same classes a few times before... you were so quiet and always isolated that you don't notice me when I try to reach out..." he snorts a small smile. "I can explain the whole story in detail later if you want but..."

"But what?"

"I'm fucking horny right now... and I don't think I can wait anymore..."

Your eyes widens before laughing out loud. Mingyu is so real and does not deny what he needs.

"Okay then....." you try to stop laughing. "Let's do it quick before anyone sees us plus your mom is waiting..."

"Fuck yeah."

[melodic-haze]

Could you maybe do nsfw hcs for Jinhsi?

☆ — DEMO TRACK: sub!Jinhsi x dom!Reader

☆ — TYPE: NSFW

☆ — CONTENT WARNINGS: bondage and use of toys

☆ — NOTES: it's 1 am and I should be sleeping bc I'm fucking off to London tomorrow early morning. Oh well LOL

☆ — PARTS: Part 1, Part 2 (you are here)

So we witnessed the part 1 right? Day mode Jinhsi content? If not and you came straight for this then you're FILTHY❗️❗️❗️❗️❗️ Jokes me too

Anyway she's as sweet in bed as she is in the streets my babyyy 🫶🫶🫶 AND she's also as strong and formidable too. Thoigh tbf cmon you're BASICALLY bedding royalty/royalty-adjacent 🤷‍♀️ like be real

As much as she holds power and authority in her duties with a balanced grip, soft and caring yet firm and watchful, she does like the feeling of letting it go. She isn't a workaholic despite the workload she acc has so she recognises just how nice it is to simply stop thinking. And she puts herself in your hands, so full of trust as if she wasn't superior to you. Though really, in the room you're in? You may as well be equals-- no, you may as well be the one superior to her

I think while she may seem like very vanilla, she's definitely looked into things once or twice to experiment and see what she likes and doesn't like, sort out her preferences and stuff yk. Don't think she's be open about it though, more of a 'need-to-know-but-you-have-to-ask' basis which nobody's ever been.....until you, DUH

Ohhhhh I see her as a toy enthusiast. She doesn't get them out often (and no FUCKING way would she display them or anything) but she does certainly have a collection. She buys them under different names, has trusted couriers deliver it without knowing what's inside and it would be a disgrace upon the Magistrate to take a peek❗️❗️❗️ and just keeps them in a hidden box with different compartments. I just KNOW she'd be extremely knowledgable on them though, like how you're able to use them to gain max pleasure and etc despite not actually using them a lot

I personally don't think she'd have much of a libido!! Might be bc of how swamp she basically is with work, both while she's clocked in AND clocked out, but she's just never had that constant want or need—that kind of thing is at the back of her mind, esp when she has an entire region to manage and protect as its Sentinel's blessed

When she does get the urge to do so though, especially when she's with you, oh it hits STRONG I fear. Maybe it's bc of how pent-up she may be (bc really sometimes toys get to the point where they jsut aren't enough), or maybe it's bc of her being closely linked to said Sentinel ☺️☺️☺️

By THIS I mean with the whole sharing powers thing, there's no way some of its draconic traits haven't affected her in a certain way. SHE SPROUTS HORNS FOR GOD'S SAKE

Maybe that was mean of you, leaving her all alone for a little while in the dark while the vibrator inside her pussy operated as it should.

Really, you were just having way too much fun with her collection and you just wanted ti grab a few more.. at least, before you got distracted with one thing or another.

Now that you're back, though, you can't say you regret being distracted; the overall look that you lover was currently sporting, all bound and oh so wet as flickers of the power you both fear and respect make themselves known by having her—or rather, Jue's—horns manifest on her head from the overwhelming feeling of wanting to let go. But she can't, not when you've yet to give her the command to do so.

"For a leader, you obey me so easily, even when I'm not even there," you notice. "This whole time, you're just really eager to please, aren't you, dear Magistrate?"

Of course she couldn't answer verbally, you hadn't told her to speak, but she nods her head desperately as she trembled and that was good enough for you.

You see her eyes tracking you as you came closer, her irises quite literally glowing a celestial gold from the need of release. The closer you got, the more you see her struggling with her bonds to reach you... And failing miserably, much to her credit considering how you knew she could tear through them if she really wanted.

When you finally, finally get close enough, your hand goes over the dildo vibrator inside her, yet you don't grip it. Instead, you simply graze your hand on the toy's handle, perhaps even knocking it slightly sideways for a little extra motion, to which she lurched so delightfully—unbefitting of a government official like her, of course, but certainly befitting for your beloved in the bedroom.

"Do you want to cum, babe?"

She nods.

"How badly do you want to cum?"

No answer.

"Speak."

And all at once, her thoughts burst forth, the blatancy still unfamiliar to you to this day yet it still isn't any less satisfying to experience such a strong, independent soul to fall like this.

"I-- I need you so very badly, please..! I can't.. I don't-- I don' think I can h-hold it any longer--"

"Bold of you to decide what your limits are by yourself." You raised your eyebrow, "You wanted me to take the lead, the least you could do is—" and you turn the vibrator off, "—follow it. Stop thinking, there is no place for you to do so here."

All she lets out is a desperate whimper—she doesn't dare to upset you any further.

..And that has you turning it back on again, though you put it at a relatively low setting for her, keeping in mind that her draconic-esque endurance would need more than the average to break your beloved completely, as per her request.

She wanted true bliss, right? She wanted you to ravage her completely and take control of her in the way nobody else has managed or dared to?

If Jinhsi wanted it all, then she had to let herself go completely first.

Anyway ab her horns, touching the base of them would set her the FUCK off 🥰🥰 no, not the horn itself. Apologies have to be made right here right now but I believe in horn technicality which means horn sensitivity is not a thing, ESPECIALLY when it's her type which only really appear when she's channelling her abilities. The ROOT of it however would be a different matter, so massaging her head would basically K.O. her self-restraint

But that's fine, you'll make sure it happens.. no matter how long it'd take and how loud she ends up becoming.

Along with that, she probably has INSANE durability and stamina let's be so real. Each time you do anything remotely harsh on her, her tacet mark flickers for a brief second and it's like you're simultaneously striking soft skin and scales at the same time. She can ALSO go for a VERY long time, so edging her? Is REALLY fun when you wanna test exactly how much shr can take befkre she breaks and starts begging for you to help her get off 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

[masiola]

How Lucifer, Mammon and Leviathan would react to MC coming home drunk, calling them handsome and asking them out (even though they are already dating lol).

GN! MC

Contents warning: intoxication, alcohol, flirting

A/N: I wasn't sure if I should make this brothers x MC or x reader. Reading back on this, it's not my best work 😭

MC goes clubbing with a few demon friends from RAD. They finally find a drink that affects them, and let's just say they go way overboard. The drinks slowly start to take effect, by the time they get back to the HoL they are completely out of it. They barely make it to the stairs in the lobby, loosing their balance and grabbing onto the handrail for dear life. This causes an onset of giggles and laughter that alerts one of the brothers.

Lucifer

Lucifer is not impressed. He's going to lecture MC in the morning because all that matters right now is getting them to bed. He'll probably humour them or say something he normally wouldn't because they won't remember it the next day.

"Who's making so much noise this late at ni-" He comes storming in. His expression softens slightly when he sees MC.

"Hello handsome~"MC winks.

"You should stop talking or you might say something you regret tomorrow." SIGHS. He picks them up into his arms so it's easier to take them to their room.

"Oh really? Then I have a question."

"Yes?" He raises an eyebrow.

"Will you go out with me?"

"You're a mess MC let's get you to bed." He grumbles

"Am not! I can walk by myself and you didn't answer my question!" MC huffs.

"Okay, show me." He let's go of MC and crosses his arms.

"Watch this."

MC walks relatively straight but walks into the wall. Lucifer pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs deeply.

"Come on dear, let's get you to bed."

"Skipping straight to bed? You're bold."

"That's if you can handle it." He smirks.

MC happily takes his hand and leads him to their room. As soon as MC gets on the bed, they pass out. Lucifer chuckles softly.

"Sweet dreams MC." He whispers kissing the top of their head.

Mammon

Mammon would become serious here because he wants to make sure his human is safe.

"Jeez MC, how much did ya drink?" He sighs.

"C'mon on up ya get." He carefully picks them up off the ground.

"Mammon can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot."

"Do you want to go out with me?"

"MC yer drunk..."

"Is that a no to going out with me?" MC sulks and tears threaten to fall down their face.

"Huh? N-no! MC listen. Yer beautiful, kind and amazing in every way. I-l like ya a lot 'kay. So please just cooperate with me for a bit until we get ya to yer room." He stops walking to look them in the eyes, caressing their cheek with his thumb.

"Alright...babygirl." They smile cheekily at the nickname, before erupting with laughter.

"N-now why'd ya call me that?!" He yells, hiding his blush because he secretly enjoyed it. Will he ask you to call him babygirl again? Probably.

Removes MCs makeup if they're wearing any, and helps to change them into something more comfy, maybe one of his t-shirts.

Leviathan

He gets really worried and panics a little.

"MC? What's so funny? OMG are you okay?!" He helps them stand up

MC looks up. "Oh hello, handsome." They smile sweetly causing Levi to blush.

"S-stop that! Let's just get you into bed." He holds MC by the waist, helping them up the stairs.

"Levi...I want to ask you something."

"What?"

"Do you want to go out with me?"

"MC! We're a-already dating!! Don't you remember?" He's flustered at how bold they are right now. MC stops walking to look at him dumbfounded and proceeds to kiss him on the cheek.

"I must be the luckiest human ever!" They cheer.

"That's not true you could do so much better." He mumbles under his breath.

"Nonsense I only want you!" MC pouts.

"Speaking of... we're sleeping in your bed right? So we can be nice and close to each other." They smile innocently.

"MC!" He feels like his heart is going to explode.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Church Girl, Don't Hurt Nobody Part 2 (Slight NSFW)

Synopsis: The time has now come for you to confront your mother about your relationship with Jack. Your mind is already made up, and the last thing that you would ever do is ruin your happiness. It doesn't go as planned, and you are left with a lot to think about.

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Read Part 1 first

Requested by: so many of you lol so I had to run it back

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You currently had both of your legs on your boyfriend's shoulders as his face was between your thighs with the sunlight peeking through the floor length windows.

This had been going on for close to a week since you were hiding out from your parents for as long as you could. You knew that you were going to have to face them sooner or later, but later was beginning to sound better and better. 

After Jack had found out from his friends the truth about you as well as your family, he was obviously upset, but could understand from your point of view why you did it once you had explained everything to him and had a few days to think about. He was lowkey still upset about it, but didn’t want to let you see it since now everything was out in the open and he knew your mind was on overdrive. He had lost track of how many times you had cried about it.

You were scared shitless of what was about to happen when you went home and was putting it off for as long as you could. Of course that night even though Jack was clearly upset with you, he wanted for you to stay with him. In the back of his mind, even though he initially said that he was probably going to break up with you because you lied to him, he quickly changed his mind after hearing your explanation and the bottom line was he didn't want to be without you.

Your phone had been going off nonstop since the picture was posted and you hadn’t answered anyone. You were actually surprised that not once did your mother call you and you knew that she was pissed. But at this point, should you even care what she thought about you? Your fate was sealed anyway.

After the picture was posted the two of you were sitting across from each other in silence. You knew he was mad at you and you were trying to create a plan in your head for the both of you to get through this with no harm done, but you were coming up short.

You were always so careful when going out at night and the one time you weren't, someone snapped a photo of you. 

Wanting to give your boyfriend some space (if he was still your boyfriend at that point for that matter since you didn't know) you didn’t even say anything and had gotten up to start making your way to the door but as you went to open it, you saw Jack's hand come from behind you to close it.

"Where are you going?" Jack asked from behind you and when you didn't answer him, he turned you around to face him with tears in your eyes and a trembling lip and knew they were about to fall down. 

"I… just… you're my escape and my peace from everything that goes on around me and it's just why can I never do anything for myself? Why can't I do what I want? I am 27 years old, still sneaking out of my parents house to see my boyfriend. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this. I should have been honest from the beginning and I'm sorry for that.”

"Dragging me into what? I don't regret asking you to be my girlfriend so don't you think that for a second."

He wanted to be with you for the long haul and this was just something that the two of you had to face together. He was going to do his best to protect you to the best of his ability from the world and also your parents.

“Talk to me in a week and we'll see if you feel the same way.”

“The way I feel about you isn't going to go away in a week so I know that my answer is going to be the same.”

“I don't even know where to begin to fix this.”

“Let me ask you this. What exactly needs to be fixed? We're together like we want to be aren’t we? So what's the problem? You know that they already don't approve so fuck it.”

—

"Damn, baby it's like Niagara Falls down here." Jack said as he looked down at his fingers.

"You want a side of eggs with that?"

"HUH?"

"Pussy juice, side of eggs, that's my breakfast." You said while repeating Jack's lyrics to him and giggling. 

All Jack did was smirk and laugh at you.

"Nah, I don't need the eggs. This is enough to get me full." Jack said as he grabbed your legs to pull you towards the end of the bed and you let out a yelp.

Jack then leaned down to kiss you and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck to pull him closer to give him several more. When he finally pulled away, he began to place kisses all over your face making you laugh.

Next thing you knew, you felt him slide into you and you immediately gasped since you had been caught off guard.

He was going at a slow, even pace taking his time to give you as much pleasure as possible to take your mind off of everything going on around you.

You then wrapped your left leg around him wanting for him to get as deep as he possibly could. 

You were now laying on Jack's chest as his arm was wrapped around you in a comfortable silence and Jack was the one to break it. 

"Baby, as much as I want to, we can't hide out in my condo forever. I have to promote this album and I've already done what I could to push it back for a week to make sure you were okay.”

"I know and I appreciate you for doing that for me because you definitely didn't have to. I'm not okay in the slightest, but I know that I just have to deal.”

"I would do anything for you. You know that. And I'm going to make sure you get to the point where you are okay." Jack replied as he leaned down to kiss your forehead.

"I just… don't want to face them. My mother more than anyone else."

"I don't like how she has it where you're actually scared of her." 

“I… it's not the fact that I'm scared of her. I just know that no matter how perfect I try to be, that it will never please her and that I'm always going to fall short. All of my siblings don't care for me either except my big sister Eden. Because I'm the only one that will somewhat challenge my parents. It's always been this way.”

“Just know that I only want the best for you and want you to be happy. You deserve that and not be stressed out all the time over what someone else might think about you.”

“I know.” You quietly answered, but your mind was still running a mile a minute.

“You think that you'll be okay when I leave later tonight? I'd rather you come with me. I just don't want to leave you here with them.”

“I don't really have a choice. I have to face them sooner or later. Even if I don't want to.”

“Look if anything happens, anything at all. Say the word and I'll come and get you.” Jack said as he moved a curl out of your face and lightly kissed your nose.

“You're going to be busy and the last thing I want to be is a distraction.”

“Baby, I can promise that you won't be. I would rather have you with me instead of people who upset you on a daily basis. Because how is that a good thing? You don't need to be in that type of environment.” Jack replied as he started playing with the bracelet that graced your wrist that he gifted you.

“She's probably never going to let me sing again.” You quietly said as you felt tears prick the corners of your eyes.

“Why do you need her permission to do it? Just because she might not want you to sing there, doesn't mean you have to stop altogether. Still not over how amazing your voice is and how well you hid that from me.”

“Trust me, it wasn't easy.” You said while laughing.

“No more secrets. Promise?”

“Promise.”

After you had helped Jack pack all of his things and the two of you decided to have a quick dinner together, it was time for you to make your way back home as much as you didn't want to while Jack was set to go to New York.

He had given you several kisses, but you were still holding onto him for dear life not wanting to let him go just yet. 

“You know you can come with me. The offer still stands. Because now you are definitely stalling.” He said while looking down at you. Jack knew your mind was made up, but he didn't want you going back there at all. If your mom is as bad as you had told him, he wanted to keep you far away from her. 

“As much as I want to, I have to do this. I don't want to drag it out longer.”

“Tell me when you get there and what happens when you two talk. I just have a strong feeling that you are about to call me in tears and that is the last thing that I want. If I have to protect you from your own family, then so be it.”

“It might go better than we think.” You said trying to reassure him.

“Babe, are you trying to convince me or yourself?”

“Hmm, maybe both? But I promise to call if something happens.”

Wearing one of Jack's hoodies and a pair of your black leggings, it was around 10 at night once you had slipped through the entrance to your part of the house. 

Once in your bedroom, you turned on the light to see your big sister Eden once again staring at you.

“For future reference, if you are trying to hide out with your boyfriend, turn off your location. Even though you only share it with me.”

“You have got to stop sneaking up on me, Eden!”

“Not a chance. I let you have your fun but now I'm about to yell but this is only out of love and concern.”

You simply nodded as you took a seat next to her on your bed.

“Now you know you can tell me anything and I will never hold it against you. Being in this family is hard enough and you are my baby sister. If you would have come to me, I would have helped you to tell them.”

“I… so many times I wanted to. But I was just scared. He's really important to me and I didn't want anyone or anything to ruin it. Not that I think you would, but everyone else. What did they say when they found out?”

“That was the first time I actually heard your mother cuss if that explains anything. And she was on Google looking him up for about two hours.”  Eden replied and you couldn't help but to laugh.

“And dad?”

“He simply shrugged and said if she's happy, then I'm fine with it.”

“I figured that he would be the one to say that.”

“And she was also upset that you have been M.I.A. obviously.”

“Why does she need to know my every move? She needs to get over herself.”

“You let me know when that happens. Anyway, tell me EVERYTHING. He's really cute and I'm definitely not surprised you two are together. A good match if I do say so myself.”

“Well we met at Taylor's birthday party a while ago and we've been talking ever since. It was only recently that he asked me to be his girlfriend. I've already met his parents and his brother and I absolutely adore them. His friends I only met at the album release party, but so far so good. He's funny, sweet, caring, always putting my feelings into consideration and I just love being around him. I know that you and dad would like him. I really don't care about anyone else.”

“And you shouldn't. He makes you happy and that's the important part and all that matters. As long as he is treating you right, we won't have a problem. Now did you even tell him about…?”

“No, he didn't know and I believe his friends told him and explained it to him which he was mad about and I can understand that. I wasn't honest and I should have been. He forgave me and we're just moving forward. I told him everything including how I know she hates me.”

“I can only imagine the look on his face. And I don't think she hates you. She hates that she can't control you.”

“Yeah, and then the picture didn't help.”

“Did anyone else know about you two? Perhaps, Tania?” Eden asked while eyeing you.

“Yes and she was sworn to secrecy. Just her and no one else.”

“Soooo, when can I meet him?”

“Well he's going to be busy promoting his album, but I'm sure if I bring it up he'll make time for it. I talk to him about you all the time.”

“I don't think I've ever seen you this happy and I hope the two of you stay together for the long haul.”

As Jack was sitting on the plane and playing with his phone, Urban came and sat next to him and simply eyed him.

“Uh, Urb? Can I help you?” Jack asked as he laughed. 

“Are you and Y/N okay? Did she talk to her parents yet?”

“We're fine but not yet. She said she would tell me when it happened. I already told her that I feel like she's going to call me in tears. I wanted her to come with me but she said that she just wanted to get it over with.”

“I hope she'll be okay. It seems like she's never been able to do what she wants.”

“She hasn't. But Neelam told us both not to say anything about it for now hoping that it would eventually blow over. The last thing I wanted to do was leave her in Louisville, but her mind was made up.”

“If her mother is as bad as she claims her to be, I know that this conversation that they are supposed to have is not going to go over well.”

“I'm literally just waiting for her to call me.”

“I wonder what they'll even say to her, I mean she's a whole adult.”

“And from the way that she talks about her, that clearly doesn't matter. She still looks at her like she's a little kid and it doesn't help that she's the youngest either.” Jack replied while shaking his head.

“I know she means a lot to you from the way that you talk about her.”

“She does, I'm just trying to let her see that it's okay to do what makes you happy and to not care what anyone else thinks about it.”

—

You and Eden hid out in your room until the next morning when you figured that it was time to face her. After taking a shower, you slipped on a yellow sundress along with white wedge sandals and straightened your hair. It was time for breakfast, so you started making your way towards the dining room. 

Once you entered the room, all eyes were on you as you took your respective seat in between Eden and Grace. Eden sent you a soft smile while Grace rolled her eyes at you. Matthew and Malachi simply exchanged glances with each other along with their spouses as your mother was burning a hole into you with her gaze. Your dad was simply reading his morning paper as he always did and sent you a small smile. You knew when it came down to it, the only people that you could truly count on in your family was your dad and Eden.

As the breakfast spread was placed on the table, your mother was the first to speak.

“Y/N, you have some nerve showing back up here like you didn't do anything.”

“I haven't done anything wrong and the last time I checked, I lived here.” You responded while piling your plate high with eggs, hash browns, and fruit.

“You call a night on the town with a well known rapper nothing? Where people saw the two of you together?”

“Adalaide….” Your father said to your mother in a warning tone, but she simply brushed him off.

“When you leave this house, you are representing this family, and so far this week, you have been nothing but an embarrassment.”

“That's your opinion and you're entitled to it. I am a grown woman who can do anything she wants and I don't need your approval. I have been under your thumb since the day I was born and have been in control of how I dress, who I talk to, my hair, my makeup, and my career path. It's time that I take control of my life without having you criticizing me.”

"No daughter of mine is going to serve the Lord and then be spreading her legs wide open for her rapper boyfriend. And don't even lie and say that you haven't. You look like the type to give it up to any man who ever glanced your way. And of course you think he loves you because he's told you exactly what you want to hear!" 

“MOM!” Eden exclaimed while looking at her in disbelief but all she did was take a sip of her tea.

"You don't even know him!"

"I know enough and I don't care to have you in my sight any longer. It's clear that you have chosen him over your family. So do me a favor and get out. Leave your house key on the table in the foyer. If he loves you so much as you claim he does, go live with him. And I for damn sure better not see you at my church singing for the Lord on Sunday."

“Adalaide, that's enough! If that's who she loves, who are we to stop it? We want all of our children happy and he obviously makes her happy." Your dad said while shaking his head at her.

“Then she can go and be happy with him and not be under my roof taking up space.”

“Now that's taking it a little too far.” You heard Grace say which you were surprised by.

“She's literally not hurting anyone and always did what you wanted her to do. Why are you ruining the one thing she's done for herself?” Your oldest brother Malachi asked and she rolled her eyes.

“What I said still stands. I want her out and if all of you have a problem with it, you can go and follow her. You better be out of my house by midnight and don't bother showing your face here or at church ever again. As far as I'm concerned, I only have two daughters now.”

A collective gasp was heard at the table, and all you could do was laugh to yourself before saying anything.

“Y/N, don't you get up from this table. You are a part of this family as much as anyone else.”

“It's okay, dad. Trust me, it is. I know how she feels about me.”

“This is entirely uncalled for.” Matthew said while looking at your mother who waa unfazed. You simply turned towards her before speaking.

“Keep in mind what you just told me and don't you dare crawl back to me later and try to apologize. If you want me out, fine. The next time I see you will be at your fucking funeral and not a moment sooner. I'll prove to you that I never needed someone like you in my life to begin with.”

“Y/N!” Grace called after you as you pushed yourself away from the table and made your way into the direction of your room.

You held your head high and was determined not to let the tears fall. You finally stood up to her and didn't regret saying what was on your mind.

Grabbing your phone, you facetimed Jack who immediately answered and could tell that something was wrong from the look on your face.

“Baby….”

“She literally just disowned me.”

[thesillestluxeandcastiel]

Heyy I had this idea for a Jax x Reader one-shot and I absolutely need it written out (Apologizes if that sounded bossy lol)

Essentially late at night in the Circus and the reader can’t sleep because of a spider in their room so they goes into Jax’s to sleep with him instead. Being the guy he is, he teases her for being scared of the spider. After some conversation he asks them to show him it. At that point it’s revealed that Jax actually planted the spider there to mess with them lol

Arachnid.

Summary: Reader trys to go to sleep, but unfortunately cannot due to the massive eight legged creature on their wall. They go to jax, cuz he's tall (and also a comfort source) to get it down. Afffter that him being jax he messes with them and then they find out he put it there!!

A/n : no no no no, that's completely okay, I love hearing your requests and stuff,(I NEED IDEAS PLS) don't worry about being too bossy 😭

Warnings: Jax being jax, andff spiders!

Side note: I'M RUNNIN OUT OF JAX GIFS PLEASE HELP , and here's the spider were using for reference!!! TRIGGER WARNING, PHOTO OFA SPIDEF

Just like... Picture it bigger ykwim?

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You got into the cosy area of your bed, smiling as your head hit the pillow. You sighed, fully adjusting untill you hear small tapping above your head, you opened your eyes softly, looking up to see a small spider on the wall above your head. You shreaked, covering your mouth and crawling to the other side of the bed slowly. You gasped into your hands, and you stared. It stared back. You got up, maintaining eye contact as you left your room, running over to the purple rabbit.. Bunny? You shook your head, now's not the time.

Quickly, you knocked on his door. He didn't answer the first time, so you knocked again. And again. Aaand agai-

He slammed the door open, rubbing his eyes as he did. He placed a hand on his hip, the other one on the door. "Jax. Jax there is a MASSIVE spider in my room and i-" you were freaking out, hands shaking.

He interrupted you. "You woke me up at, what, 3 am for a SPIDER? are you SERIOUS??" he whisper yelled at you, he really regretted doing this stupid thing now. You nodded quickly with the most serious look on your face. "Can- can I just sleep with you? Please?" THAT was enough to make him laugh. He chuckled softly, "If it gets you off my back, I'll kill the thing and you can sleep in my room tonight. Deal?" and started walking down the hallway with you. You smiled softly, glad that that... Thing would be off your walls.

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You stared, eyes wide and mouth agape as he just... Picked the thing up. Not a care in the world about how it could bite him. You frowned. "How are you so calm right now?!" You whisper yelled. He shrugged. "Unlike soome people I can actually handle a few of these guys. Say, do you think it had baby's?" He said, so nonchalantly that it genuinely scared you. You let out a little 'eep!' As he brought his arm (with the spider STILL IN IT) towards you, he laughed when you practically launched yourself across the room.

You stared at him for a moment, very intensly untill you realized. "JAX OH MY GOD YOU [BLEEP]LE!" You screatchd at him, and he laughed even harder, setting the spider down outside of your room. You were panting, attempting to calm yourself down, which was not working by the way! He walked back in, standing by your doorframe and sighed, staring at your shaking form. He rolled his eyes and started to walk down the hallway past your room.

"Alright, Alright pack it up Worrywart. You coming or not?" He asked, peaking his head back into your room before fully walking out. You quickly ran out behind him, no way you were sleeping in here after that! What if it.. What if it actually did have baby's?

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Bonus: You smiled softly, content in jax's arms. He wasn't used to the cuddling, or whatever but did he enjoy it? Yes. Yes he did, and there was no doubt about that. He sighed as you snuggled into him further. You closed your eyes fully, finally relaxing and not worrying about.. Little demons with eight legs. He wrapped his arms around your waist as you drifted off, thinking about whatever adventure you would have to endure tomorrow.

A/n : YIPPELELELE FINNALLLYY DINENENEEE!!!!!

[angelisgonnastartchangingurls]

alicia

the way it worked with alicia was, someone was always trying to keep an eye on her. tom working from home on M, W, and F, and on Tuesdays and Thursdays their dad drove into the city to hang out with her. Annie offered to take Tuesdays off of their dad's plate--it was a long drive, and she had remote patients that day she could meet with from Tom's bedroom.

tom had a monitor into alicia's bedroom, like a baby monitor. annie found it to be wildly, electrically intrusive. alicia slept in every morning and so annie was already in her "office" working when alicia woke up and got dressed in full view of the camera. she knew alicia knew it was there, and one day, after a long call with a patient annie asked alicia how she masturbated with the camera there.

"well," alicia laughed. "i haven't yet."

"jesus, it has been weeks," annie said. "aren't you dying?"

"yes," alicia said. "i'm just a little nervous to try it."

"you are?"

"well, when i was with you i had a bunch of orgasms and then i had a stroke and fell into a coma. so what if that happens again the next time i cum?"

"alicia, you are i were really drunk and really coked up. it will be different."

"i don't know."

"jerk off, please," annie said. "look -- I will dial 9 and 1 on my phone and i'll be ready. but just go fucking cum."

alicia went obediently to her room. annie watched her touch herself tentatively on the monitor. she took so long that annie honestly tuned her out until she heard her breathing pick up, something like 30 minutes later. annie watched as alicia had an orgasm, and then sat there peacefully, and then started giggling.

"see?" annie said.

that night, tom texted annie. "LOL, thanks," he said. "Alicia won't stop jerking it now."

"hot," annie said. "are you jerking off while you watch her?"

"you're very intense," tom said. "would you want your brother to jerk off while watching you masturbate on a monitor? don't answer that, i know the answer is 'of course.'"

"of course," annie said. "i need new panties just imagining it."

"let me see," he said.

she sent him a picture of her soaked panties. he sent her a picture of his cock with the monitor visible in the background.

annie texted alicia. "does it turn you on knowing your brother can see you masturbating?"

"duh," alicia replied. "i'm imagining the live feed is being broadcast to everyone i know. my parents, friends, exes, teachers..."

"you get it," annie said. "as soon as i learned to be slutty i immediately regretted that so many people in my life never got to see my pussy."

"i find it hard to believe that anyone in your life hasn't seen your pussy," alicia said.

that night, in an attempt to connect with her mom, annie sent her a post-coital picture tom had taken. his cock is resting against annie's pussy and stomach, and his cum is all over her stomach and tits. "look at my boyfriend's cock," she said.

"it's very nice," her mom replied. "very big." she sent back a picture of herself blowing annie's dad -- the tip of his cock in her mouth, his cum running down her chin.

"so fucking hot," annie replied.

the next morning, her mom sent her a bathroom mirror nude. "sending this to your father so he'll wake up and fuck me," she said.

"he better do it," annie replied. 20 minutes later, her mom sent a video of herself riding him.

that afternoon was alice's weekly session. alice's voice had deteriorated further, but her neurologist believed it was temporary. alice spoke to annie via a text to speech app on her computer. alice typed very quickly, so it worked, but it was very strange. annie found herself very worried about alice, who seemed placid in a way that annie read as suicidal. after her session, annie called angel.

"i know what you mean," angel said as annie started to explain her worries. "we're monitoring the situation." annie thanked her and called julia.

julia's depression had leveled out, but not improved. she had very few patients and never left her parents' house. planning for the wedding had totally paused, jim quietly letting their friends know the save the date may no longer be valid. talking to her friend, annie could feel the old julia in there. she just needed someone to get it out of her.

someone also needed to take care of jim, annie thought, selfishly. she went to his apartment that afternoon and they fucked for a few hours. after, she played with his cum on her tits and asked if he'd gotten dirty with jenny since her visit.

jim told annie that she called him on facetime nude all the time, recently calling in panties and then, as soon as they were visible onscreen, said "oh, i'm so overdressed" and took them off. sometimes late at night she texted him "what are you up to?" with a picture of herself touching herself in bed, from her POV, all very tame but very hot. jim sent back videos of himself stroking his cock. annie loved scrolling through several instances of this happening and looking at jenny's responses. "fuck!" was the most common refrain, along with "i feel like a freak for saying you have a great cock but you have a great cock" and variations of the same.

they sent jenny several videos of their afternoon fuck. she responded with a "fuck!" and then a "i'm going to go make myself cum five times to this" and then later "annie makes me want to shave my pussy bald."

"don't do it," jim said. "i like the landing strip."

"do you like thinking about how it would move as you shoved your cock inside me?" she replied. "sorry, too far?"

"lol," he replied, "no, not too far."

"i mean watch," she said, and sent a video of herself slowly inserting a dildo, watching it progress as it slightly lifted the elevation of her pubic hair.

annie showered at jim's apartment and went over to tom's place. alicia was napping so she and tom had sex on the couch. they were done but still naked and messy when alicia woke up. she came around to the back of the couch and looked down at them, touching the back of tom's head affectionately while she looked at his wet cock. she was only wearing a pink pair of panties. "you two are so wonderful together," she said.

annie slept over that night, which she rarely did, but now that casey and robbie were always at her apartment she felt less drawn to being there. when she woke up in the morning, tom was already off to work, and their father had arrived to watch alicia. annie put on a t-shirt and panties before heading out to the living room.

alicia was in just a see-thru bra and a gray thong as she stood in the kitchen and chatted with her dad. annie talked for a bit and then announced her intention to shower before taking off her shirt. alicia's dad looked at annie's tits and said, "you two really do look a lot a like below the chin."

"i know, right?" alicia giggled. "every time i see her naked it's like looking in a mirror. this is her bra." annie looked at it. it was. she didn't remember leaving it there. "it's a great bra," her dad said.

when annie got out of the shower, she dried off and came out to the kitchen nude. alicia was bottomless. "annie, does your mom shave her pussy?" she asked.

"no," annie said.

"see?" alicia said. "it's a mom thing. my dad is wondering why my mom doesn't fully shave."

"i've always thought i'd still shave even after i have kids," annie said. "but i like your wife's bush."

"the last time she shaved was when she was pregnant," he said. "after that, she got sick of it."

"maybe i will too," annie said. "but i doubt it."

"you like my wife's bush?" he said. "you've seen it?"

"yeah, when she got out of the shower," annie said. she gestured at herself. "we're all very similar women, i guess."

"yeah, tom and i have the same type," he laughed.

alicia left for the shower, and when she closed the bathroom door, annie looked at jack. "wanna cum on me?" she offered.

"yes," he said. "but i will leave that to my son."

annie sighed. "okay, fine, be a good person."

he laughed.

[taeyamayang]

CALLING THEM BABYGIRL

ft. miya atsumu, bokuto koutarou, & iwaizumi hajime

ㅡyou tease them by calling them babygirl.

this is inspired by a conversation with an irl friend who finds it hilarious that i call hayakawa aki (chainsaw man) babygirl i mean, how can i not!! lol

tw: mentions/use of mommy, cursing, anddd nothing more ig. if there's anything let me know

(haikyuu!!, jujutsu kaisen, tokyo revengers)

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Miya Atsumu

atsumu is a bit unpredictable

one time he's up for a teasing (he initiates most of the time) but other times he's sensitive and overly dramatic

hence, curious of how he would react, out of the blue, you try it

he sits across from you with his back facing you

and his lower body tucked under a wooden table as he pretends to participate in the online meeting of MSBY

you scream-whisper,

"hey, babygirl!" to get his attention

he twists his neck to side, wondering if he has heard something

(or is the meeting too boring hence causing his brain to imagine things)

but when you repeat it, he finally turns around, brow arching as if asking you if it was indeed you calling him

he doesn't even question the pet name, please 😭

and when you repeat the term of endearment,

instant regret flashes before your eyes

this is why we don't play with fire, folks

a cheeky smile clads on his lips and behind his foxy eyes is mischief

he's definitely up to something

his volleyball-filled brain has thought of something that will bring you to instant K.O.

thus, he rolls his tongue over his bottom lip, supressing a growing smirk as he responds in a low seducing tone,

"yes, mommy?"

and just like that he renders your cheeks beat-red, floored, and caught of guard

he's enjoying it

he. fucking. enjoys this

he loves watching you internally scream and struggle to let out a single word

all to his doing

he leaves you wordless as he winks at you before shifting his attention back to the meeting as if nothing happened

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Bokuto Koutarou

bless his soul because this man has the most endearing reaction of all

in all honesty, if he isn't six foot something the bbygirl term endearment fits him so well

his pure heart, naivety, enthusiasm, and positive outlook in life is soㅡ

ugh, i want to keep him in my pocket!!

but, yeah, going back

when you called him a babygirl he shoots you a look beyond confised, head tilted to the side, and his lips protruding into a pout

he questions,

"i don't get it, (y/n). why are you calling me that?"

and when you tell him because he is your babygirl

he laughs at you like you're a standup comedian who had just dropped a punch line

and says, "you are the babygirl. i'll protect you from anything that could harm you and spoil you with everything i have. and i'll love you with the way you deserve."

he bends down to level his glimmering eyes with you

and adds affectionately, ruffling your hair gently and his smile reaches his eyes

"am i right, babygirl?"

i mean...

how could you noooottttt fsndgs%@&#^!!

˚⸙͎۪۫⋆ Iwaizumi Hajime

this one is a challenge

it's not like he dislikes pet names but the thing is

he doesn't want to admit that term of endearments make his stomach do backflips

so calling him a babygirl means trekking an unfamiliar path you don't want to be in

but still, you did

an absolute nuisance!!

he catches you on your first try, almost immediately because the next thing you know is that he's scowling at you

like you said a word he has never heard of that sounded nowhere near pleasant

"what?" he asks, eyes never leaving you

"i called you and said babygirl."

gulp

he's squinting his eyes on you now

but luckily he turns his head away and chooses to ignore his pesky other half

but that won't stop your teasing bc you're a lil shit

you repeatedly call him the nickname while lightly poking his sides,

"come on, babygirl. don't be shy and answer me with a polite 'yes'."

he counters with a strong flat, "no."

which, unfortunately for him, only gets you going

"go on look at me, babygirl. i know you missed me." your point fingers travels from his flexed bicep up to the crest of his cheek

a light tap was enough to bring his attention back to you however he keeps his mouth sealed

you run your thumb over his cheek and point out a lie in a whispering tone, "you're blushing. you like it when i call you babygirl, don't you?"

but a lie soon turned true as he feels his entire face heat up

iwaizumi hajime is embarrassed

damn you!!

as soon as you see the pink on his face, you burst out into a fit of laughter

only to be stopped when he says,

"we are over."

a joke, of course, bc your laugh is too contagious that he couldn't help but mask annoyance with a loving smile

you dramatically protest by lightly hitting his toned torso with your fist

"no! no! no! nooooo!!"

it is then iwa's turn to chuckle

he catches a flying fist with his hand before pulling you into an abrupt embrace

his chin rests on top of your head after giving you a peck on the side of your temple

"it's a joke but don't ever call me that again."

with the way he reacted, this definitely won't be the last of it

as usuallll rbs and likes are very much appreciated! thanks for reading, stay hydrated mwa! <3

masterlist | hq.list

[ahgasegotarmy116]

Does JK manage to make oc dirty talk with him and what does their dirty talk consist of when they're making the bed shake together hehe?

"Fuck" Jungkook growls in my ear while changing positions and now hitting it from the back.

"I will never get tired of this view" he says now leaning back and grabbing my hips and pounding into me at a merciless rate. "Wanna know why I call you Angel?" he groans, pressing me down further between my shoulder blades.

"I asked you a question" he says giving me a sharp thrust and making me yelp at this feeling. "And you know how I hate asking twice" he says and waits for me to answer.

"Why do you c-call me that?" I ask, trying to keep my moans at bay. "It's because this greedy cunt sends me to heaven angel" he says, leaning down a bit to give my clit a good tug leaving me clenching around him tighter.

"Do you like it when I call you that? Tell me, does this dick send you to paradise?" he asks, flipping me over on my back so he can see me while I respond.

"N-no" I say simply and he cocks his brow at me and stops his thrusts, waiting for me to give him an explanation. "It sends me to fucking hell" I say feeling delirious. "Nothing about you makes me feel grateful" I say and I can see that I fucked up by the challenging flame that's lit up his gaze.

"Really? Guess I'll just have to get you to scream my name again, that shows me you're really thankful for the pleasure that I give you. You really don't know how this works now do you princess? After all of this time and you still don't get it" he says while throwing my legs on his shoulders and hitting a spot that he's already abused so much tonight.

"S-shit please" I groan out, not sure if I want him to stop or go harder so I can finally tip over that edge. "Please what Angel? Do you wanna cum?" he taunts, changing his pace to a deeper more sensual pace, now hovering over me, bending me in half.

"Look at me" he says and I do so with a glazed over look in my eye. "What is it that you want?" he asks, taunting me and withholding my orgasm like he already has done time and time again tonight.

"Please make me cum" I say, feeling a sudden urge to cry, hating that he's making me say it. "I thought you weren't thankful to have this dick. Look at you now, so greedy and begging to cum just with one single change in pace. I thought you had more fight in you" he says, brushing his lips against mine.

"I don't think you deserve to cum. Do you think you do?" he says picking up the pace and making me shut my eyes, getting overwhelmed with the constant changes in pace. "Yes I do please please" I continue, regretting my earlier comment.

"Only because you asks so nicely, but be sure to say thank you after pretty. Otherwise next time I won't let you cum. You got that?" he questions and I can hardly think straight at this point, getting closer and closer to that edge.

"Answer y/n" he says through gritted teeth and I let out his name through a choked sob, remembering what he wanted, knowing that I can't last through another round tonight.

"See, that wasn't so hard now was it?" he says, panting after he's come down from his high soon after me.

I'm moments from passing out so he pulls out and decides to leave me be and gets ready to go after he's gone to clean up and calmed down for a minute.

"See you next time" is all he says before placing the room key on the bedside table and grabbing his suit jacket on the way out.

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So... basically his form of making her vocalize what she's feeling is more through taunting and making her beg since there's no way she would do anything beyond that.

Hope that makes sense hehe (also this is barely edited lol)

Thanks for the ask love 💜

[justanamesstuff]

Since this story would never see the light...I'll tell you the idea. if someone wants to write it, here it is :))

It's a matty x ross'sister!reader

they were lovers around 2013-2014 when they guys started the band or little before.

Matty was in her early 20s and she was around 18.

They tried multiple times to stop it since the guys had the 'don't mess around with your bro's sis' (boys being boys). Matty and her keep it behind her brother's back.

Everything went smoothly until Matty started getting more attention from girls and came with (this lame) excuse that she was too young for him.

Matty broke her heart like no one else.

Y/n saw him jump from girl to girl without giving her a second glance. Neither Ross nor the rest of the band knew about them, so she kept it under secret except from her older sister (older than her and Ross...she was the little sister and Ross the middle brother).

Fast forward a few years, Y/n moved on after bad moments that thanked to her sister she came out of smoothly (as possible). Matty had multiple girlfriends and Y/n dealt with it. Even she had a few boyfriends as well.

During those years they spoke very little. Matty tried --when he was single-- to get back with her but Y/n didn't allow it. She loved herself more than accepting a few fucks here and there when he was bored and alone.

Matty regretted his stupidity every time she didn't look him in the eyes, every time he saw her bring a new boyfriend, every time he was in her presence and when during the night of insomnia he stalked her social media accounts like a creep.

And this brings us to the ‘present’ moment...

Matty had been waiting for the longest time the moment Ross tells him that Y/n and her latest boyfriend --who in his opinion was a proper idiot and not worth of her-- broke up. What Matty wasn't waiting to hear was Ross saying 'guess what?' 'idk Ross what' 'guess!' 'you're letting your gf pe-' 'NO. You're not funny. (Boyfriend name) proposed to Y/n.' 'what?!' 'and wanna hear something more shocking? she said yes!' 'did she?' 'yes' and matty's world was destroyed as well as his heart.

Months passed by and Matty didn't tell Y/n anything...not even congratulations, which annoyed Y/n. She was angry with herself because she always waited something from him.

The wedding day came and everything went smoothly.

Ross cried walking his little sister down the aisle since their dad couldn't.

UNTILLLLLLLLL SOMEONE STOPPED THE WEDDING

During her relationship Matty was a problem with her boyfriend. the man was convinced, fully convinced that Matty was in love with Y/n (he wasn't wrong) and time and time again she tried to take that idea out of his head.

So when Matty interrupted the ceremony and approached the bride...the man walked away. Y/n wasn't fast enough and Matty retained here so she couldn't follow the groom.

Y/n returned to the room she got ready in and tried to call him multiple times. This is the only scene i did write LOL:

“This can’t be happening.” she tried to call the groom multiple times. Matty came inside the room without asking, “Y/n!” “No, go away! i can’t deal with you right now.” “Baby.” Y/n couldn't believe his selfishness. “Fuck you!” “Y/n, please. Let me-“ “Let you explain? There’s nothing to explain. You just crushed my wedding. The only day in my life that it was about me, you have to crush it! “You don’t love him.” Laughed dryly. “You’re insane, y’know that?” “I know you love me.” “Right because everyone has to love Matty Healy, huh? Every girl or woman or boy OR MAN has to be in love with you? You’re such a pretentious twat!” she was beyond pissed. “Y/n.” “I said no. My boyfriend is nowhere to be found, he’s not answering his phone and all because of your sayings!” Y/n tried once more. “You must think this is so funny…so artistic. I don’t even know what the hell went through your mind to just stood up and protest.” “I love you.” Y/n didn't hold back her words,“You don’t, you can't love anyone…not even yourself! You just have to be the centre of attention. You- I-“ “Please, baby.” “His biggest fear was presented in front of his eyes…” looking out of the window. “The many nights I’ve spent trying to tell him I wasn’t in love with you, and you were in love with your own girlfriend...simply not in love with me." “Ross never told you?” “What?” “I break up with her little after your engagement.” “Of course you did.” her sarcastic laugh filled the room.  “Y/n, we’ve been in love our whole life with each other-“ “No.” Y/n let her hand holding her phone drop to her side. “I was in love with you, and you just decided to use me. That happened.” “Peach.” (a little nickname he mocked her with because she blushed a lot when they started hooking up.) “Don’t call me that.” “Y/n, please.” “You’re in no place to demand anything, Matthew.” “I love you.” he was desperate. “I don’t believe you. If you truly loved me, you’d let me have a life with him. You’d let me be happy. But no, you have to make this about yourself and interrupt my wedding.” “Y/n?” Ross interrupted the fight. “I’m here.” she looked behind Matty's head following for the familiar face of her brother. Ross' eyes fell on Matty, “What the fuck is he doing here?” “You ask him. He’s your friend.” she said kissing his cheek before exiting the room. “Y/n!” Matty shouted. Ross stood in the middle of the door when Matty tried to follow her. “I don’t punch you straight in the face only because you already fucked her day and I don't want to upset her more. Please leave.” “I'm not fucking moving from here until she talks with me, for real.” “She obviously doesn’t want to do that. Go away.” “Ross…” “I swear Matty.” “Y/n?” The other sister talked from behind Ross' body. “She left minutes ago.” he turned around, looking at her face sensing something indeed happened, “What happened?” The older sister informed both men that the boyfriend crushed his car. They were transporting him to the closest hospital. Matty didn’t wait a second running out. “Y/n!”

to be continued by whoever wants to write it :))

little disclaimer: i don't think the boyfriend dies, just gets reaaaally injured and Y/n stays close...hating Matty...until he becomes her solid companion and confident :))

[taralen]

[[BIG]] THANK YOU 💗💗💗

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fool for you ~ jjk | 4

The end-of-the-year carnival causes some jealousy and insecurity.

✨ title: fool for you | ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader ✨ word count: 5.5k | ✨ rating: pg-15 ✨ genre/au: angst | college!au, fake dating!au, strangers to friends to lovers ✨ warnings: language, jealously, kissing, reader and Jungkook are insecure, miscommunication on both ends ✨ a/n: uh, surprise? i finished early lol and wanted to drop this update. i apologize in advance for the angst. i'm sad because we're coming to the end of this series soon! :( the next part will be the last installment of fool for you. if y'all want little drabbles with this cute couple, just drop it in my inbox :) 💜 Any feedback, reblogs, asks are appreciated.

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] prev | next ✨ part five (final)

After a few days, your ideal day with Jungkook lingered in your mind. You even found yourself reaching for his hoodie rather than your own. Really, it's pathetic. But you reminded yourself that you needed to wash it and return it to him. You'd never let it go otherwise.

Then your thoughts turned to what a date with Jungkook would be like. Will he take you somewhere special? Or will it be a low-key hang-out date? Did he enjoy cuddling? Did he prefer being the big or little spoon?

You wouldn't know either way, would you? He's not going to ask you out on a date, and you're only fooling yourself. It's time to let go of your pipe dream. Just because you had a pleasant day together and kissed once does not imply that he has fallen in love with you.

Friends…just friends. That was your part of the deal. But a part of you was beginning to regret not asking for more, even though, to be honest, you don't think you could handle anything more than friendship. You couldn't even get close to him without wanting to jump into his lap and kiss his pretty face.

You sighed into your pillow, cursing yourself for agreeing to his terms in the first place. The room was getting stuffy with thoughts of Jeon Jungkook. How could you rid yourself of him?

Yoga.

Yes, yoga and meditation. You hadn't been to a student-led class on campus in a while, but you figured it was the answer to your prayers - cleansing your mind of Jeon Jungkook.

Su-Jin spoke softly as she walked around the classroom, giving instructions. "Now, do a standing forward bend, remembering to exhale as you fold your legs over."

You did as she instructed, closing your eyes and exhaling on your way down.

"Walk your hands forward slowly into the downward-facing dog." Su-Jin moved on to the other students in your vicinity. "Very good. Return your legs to the plank position."

As you held the position, blood began to rush to your face. Jungkook's face flashed before your eyes as you opened, his voice unmistakable in your mind.

"Ah–so this is what it looks like when you're on top of me."

You yelped as you lost your plank position. When the class turned to face you, you mumbled an apology before returning to the plank position.

Your outburst caught Su-Jin off guard, but she kept going like a pro. "Everyone, we'll finish up with some stretches. Please assume the cat-cow stance. For cow pose, inhale and tilt your pelvis, then exhale and tuck your tailbone for cat pose."

Inhale.

Exhale.

"You should wear yoga pants more often. Your ass looks great in it." Jungkook spoke up again, but this time from behind.

"Oh, shut up!" You sat up abruptly, audibly gasping at the words that escaped your mouth. You attempted to regain your dignity by turning to Su-Jin. "I'm–not you! Su-Jin, please continue. I'll, um–just leave. I'm so sorry!" 

After gathering your belongings, you dashed out the door, slamming it behind you, mortified by your actions in yoga class. You'd never be able to show your face there again. So much for getting Jungkook out of your head. You couldn't stop thinking about him.

Well, let's try a cold shower. That should do it, right?

You walked past the library's side, then sharply turned around to hide behind a hedge of rose bushes on your way back to the dorm. You peered out to see Jungkook and Jieun. You scowled at how easily she ran her hands through his hair as if they were still together, and you detested Jungkook for allowing her to do so. Did he forget about his fake relationship with you?

Wait, why are you the one hiding? You thought. It should be Jungkook in the hot seat, not you. So you straighten your back, sling your bag over your shoulder, and decide to walk past them confidently. He should be the one who is embarrassed about being caught with his ex-girlfriend.

So you plugged in both earbuds, turned on your current favorite - Paramore - and started walking in the general direction of the two. You'll show them.

You tried not to glare, keeping your eyes forward as you walked alongside them, pretending not to notice or make a fuss. Jungkook could be seen peering at you and quickly swatting Jieun's hands away from him from your peripheral vision. Jungkook came into full view of you, and you chuckled slightly, tucking your lips in to hold your smile. He noticed you had your earbuds in while not responding to his question, so he motioned for you to remove them.

"What?" You said coldly, taking one earbud out, crossing your arms, and waiting for him to say his bit.

His smile disappeared when he heard your tone. "Where did you come from?"

"Yoga," you pointed to your clothes, "obviously."

"I didn't know you did yoga."

"I don't," you tried to take a step away, but he stopped you.

"Oh–where are you going now?"

You proceeded to walk past him anyway, and he followed alongside. "Dorm."

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Just wanna go back to shower and change," you replied curtly, avoiding Jungkook's gaze.

"I'll walk with you."

“It’s fine, Jungkook. It looks like you were busy anyway," you said, turning and pointing your chin to Jieun. You didn't give Jungkook the chance to explain because he didn't need to, and why should it have mattered to you if he was talking to his ex-girlfriend? He could technically do whatever he wanted. He had no commitment to you other than friendship.

Jungkook clenched his jaw, upset at your attitude toward him.

Jieun stood next to him. "Is there already trouble in paradise? Kook, come on. She's not worth your time, believe me,” he said dismissively, turning to face him and pulling his chin towards her, forcing him to focus on her. "Can we talk about us? Please."

He drew her wrist away from his face with his grip.  "You think I wanna get back with you? After what you and Jimin did to me?" Jungkook scoffed. "Why don't you crawl back to him unless he also doesn't want you?" He could tell by the teary look in her eyes that his words had cut her deeply, but he was done with Jieun. He walked away from her, not thinking about remorse. What was done was done, and there was no turning back the clock.

Every year, the end-of-year carnival is held to raise funds for the school, and this year, you stupidly agreed to make cotton candy. You thought it would be simple, but it was much more difficult than it appeared. No matter how many YouTube tutorials you watched, you couldn't get the hang of it.

"Can you remind me again why I agreed to this?" Because of the sugar you worked with to make cotton candy, your skin became sticky and sweet.

"Because you owe me."

You glared at your best friend. "Owe you for what, exactly?"

"Setting you up with Jeon Jungkook."

She didn't set you up with him, technically. She nudged you, forcing you to act on your crush. But after your movie night, study date, and an afternoon at the beach, you tried hard not to fall for him so easily. You had to remind yourself why you were hanging out with him in the first place - it was all for show and wasn't real.

"You'll thank me later when he realizes he's deeply and madly in love with you," Lyla said as she clasped her hands together, batting her eyelashes at you and making kissy faces.

"Shut up, Ly. He's not in love with me, and it's fake, remember?"

"Mmhm–anyway! I'm off to find Namjoon!" She showed off a cheesy smile, skipping away.

"Are you not going to help me?" you yelled after she was already out of sight. You sighed as you gazed at the purple cotton candy swirling inside the silver basin. "I'm sure they'll just find a place to make out. Typical."

Fortunately, Lyla sent a replacement, Jen, one of your classmates. She was very courteous and helpful, and luckily for you, she worked at the pier and had some experience making cotton candy.

You two were laughing and discussing school and summer plans. But your conversation was cut short when you felt two hands snaking around your waist. You turned around to see Jungkook kissing the nape of your neck. Then his chin nuzzled up against your shoulder.

"Sorry, did I scare you?" He uttered in a low, husky voice, tickling the shell of your ear.

You reacted by squirming away from his touch. "'S fine." You didn't want to, but you knew you had to.

Jen tried her hardest to keep her squealing to a minimum, but she failed miserably. "I'm going to...um...look at nothing," she said, backing away from you and Jungkook. "My name is Jen, and you're very pretty up close..." she trailed off as she walked away.

Jungkook smirked at your friend Jen before returning his gaze to you. "Can I kiss you?"

Your eyes widened. "What?" Jungkook turned your cheek to face him, softly pressing his lips against yours, but you quickly pulled away. "Jungkook!"

"Your ex-boyfriend was looking," he laughed as you jokingly hit his chest. "No, but seriously, Jieun was looking at us." You looked where he pointed your chin. Oh, he was correct. Jieun was definitely staring at you two. "Told you."

Clearing your throat, you focused on making more cotton candy cones. "Need anything else?"

Jungkook grinned. "Nope–see you later."

You took a deep breath and ran your hand through your hair once he was out of sight. Fucking Jeon Jungkook. He was driving you insane. The little voice inside your head practically screamed, "Don't fall in love with him. Don't do it. You'll only get hurt in the end."

Jen nudged your shoulder as she walked back towards the booth. "You and Jungkook? I need details!" She squealed, violently shaking your body from side to side.

Oh god–this lie was going to get bigger and bigger, wasn't it? You'd need to note what you were telling people at this point.

It wasn't long before you were interrupted again, but this time by Lee Jieun. She glared at Jen, telling her to run along. Your heart was racing, your hands shaking as you tried to retrieve the frothy purple confection, wondering what she could possibly want from you.

Jieun crossed her arms and raked you from head to toe, curious about what Jungkook saw in you. "I'll keep letting you have your fun with Jungkook, but just know that we're going to get back together," she warned.

You sneered at her remark, making her frown. "It's cute you believe Jungkook would want to get back with you. Keep living in your little fantasy world Jieun. Now, if you have nothing else to say to me. I have things to do."

Jieun huffed audibly, then licked her lips, smiling at your bravery. "We'll see who he picks," she said as she walked away.

You exhaled deeply when she was out of sight, slumping over the purple cotton candy circling the silver basin. And you were starting to feel sick at one point - maybe this was getting too much for you, maybe it was just time to call it quits.

Jungkook foolishly agreed to volunteer for the Kissing Booth while still with Jieun. Jieun claimed that he and Taehyung would raise the most money because they were the most attractive men on campus. Jungkook couldn't believe his then-girlfriend would take advantage of him for charity. However, Jungkook agreed, and he was not one to break promises.

"So—you and Lyla's roommate?" Taehyung smirked and wiggled his brows as he tacked heart-shaped foam shapes to the booth.

Jungkook knew Taehyung would eventually ask about you. He was always in everyone's business. "Yeah–what about it?" He inquired, his gaze fixed on his friend as he scattered lip-shaped confetti on the counter. Jungkook frowned at Jieun and her friends' tacky decorations.

"Did that happen before or after Jieun?" Taehyung asked, tacking on red lips to the side of the booth.

"After," Jungkook said, shaking his head in surprise at his friend. Unlike his ex, Jungkook regards himself as a loyal, dedicated, and faithful boyfriend.

"'Kay–bro. Just wondering. So, what's she like in bed?" He paused his work and leaned over, expecting his friend to respond with some juicy details.

Jungkook shrugged and continued his task of spreading confetti, staring blankly. "I wouldn't know."

Taehyung choked on nothing. "I'm sorry–what? You haven't fucked her yet?" 

Jungkook ran his hand through his hair in frustration. "Not everything has to be about sex."

"Bet she's a freak in bed, and it's always the quiet ones."

Jungkook glared at him, giving him a 'really' look.

He laughed. "Wow–she's holding out on you! And you're letting her. You must really like her."

"She's…cool–different."

Though your booth was far from his, Jungkook caught glimpses of you here and there, trying your hardest to make cotton candy, realizing that the food industry was not your forte. He thought you were endearing and wholesome, the polar opposite of Jieun.

"Different?" Taehyung stuck his tongue out in disgust. "Who are you, and what have you done with Jeon Jungkook?"

"Shut your mouth–and put this sign up."

Looking at your phone, you realized it had only been three hours, and you still had two hours to man the booth. Jen did a lot of the work while you handled the payments and packaged the cotton candy. You promised you would not agree to this booth the following year. You'd have to shower at least five times to get the sugar out of every crack and crevice.

Finally, there was a small break from customers. Jen asked if you could get some water from a booth a few booths over.

A voice called out from behind you as you stood in line, scrolling on your phone. "I had no idea your boyfriend was at the kissing booth," Yoongi informed you.

You looked past Yoongi, your eyebrows knitted in confusion, to see what he was talking about. Your fake boyfriend stood under the sign "Kissing Booth" with a slew of girls in his line. Jungkook didn't tell you what he was in charge of at the carnival. Now you had to fight off all these girls interested in your fake boyfriend.

"He's just doing his job, you know. It's for a good cause, after all." You gritted your teeth, trying to play off the cool fake girlfriend. You had noticed the line of girls from your booth, but you had no idea why. It's no surprise there was a fucking line. What woman wouldn't want to kiss him?

"Oh, my god. I can't believe she's letting Jungkook kiss all those girls. I would never–"

You overheard two girls behind you bickering and gossiping about you. Stupid girls. You were tired of them passing judgment. You took a bill from your back pocket while waiting in Jungkook's kissing booth line, plowing through them and Yoongi. His was the longest line. Of course, it fucking was. What else would you expect from the junior class's most popular guy?

It was finally your turn. The girl in front of you was taking her time kissing him. He even dared to smile and wink at her before she left. You rolled your eyes and crossed your arms in frustration. You slammed the bill on the counter after the girl left.

When Jungkook saw you, he had a sly expression on his face. "Hi, baby–I was wondering when I'd see you. Come to show all these girls who's the real winner of my heart?" He leaned forward, trying to kiss you.

You gave him a thin smile and reached for his lips between your thumb and index finger. "I'll give you a hundred dollars if you don't kiss the next hundred girls in line." You could hear a few groans behind you, but you didn't care if you ruined the girls' chances.

"You know, if you want, you can kiss me to make him jealous." Taehyung made a joke.

"Stay out of it, Taehyung," you yelled. "This is strictly between Jungkook and me."

He threw his hands up in defeat. He was not going to mess with you. "Your loss," Taehyung grinned, motioning for the next guest to step up.

Jungkook was led off to the side behind a ticket stand, away from the crowd. "How are people supposed to believe we're dating when you're kissing all these girls?"

"Why are you getting so worked up? It's just a kiss." Plus, he agreed to the kissing booth before your fake dating arrangement.

You huffed. Just kissing? Some of these girls were making out with him, and he allowed it. Who knows what they'd do if no one were around? Jungkook was clearly enjoying himself and making you look foolish.

"What are you? A fucking genie or something? Making girls' wishes come true?"

"And if I am? Aren't I making your wishes come true?"

You scoffed at his comment. What the hell has gotten into him? Did you two not spend a nice day together? Or maybe he was just showing his true colors. He was taking advantage of your deal; you weren't a stupid girl who would fall for his ruse.

"Just say the word if you want me to kiss you," Jungkook mocked, tilting his head.

Your cheeks began to flush at his words, almost taunting you. "Shut up before I fake break up with you."

Jungkook gasped dramatically, narrowing his eyes. "You wouldn't!"

You stepped closer to him, heart racing at a million beats per minute. "Would too."

"Do it then."

You forgot how much of a persistent ass he could be. "Do whatever you want, Jungkook. Guess it doesn't really matter anyway since it's all fake. See you later."

You were so preoccupied with Jungkook that you forgot to buy water for you and Jen. Before sprinting back to her, you quickly purchased two bottles of water. "I am so sorry! I got distracted," you said remorsefully, handing her the bottle. "I'll do all the cleanup! Just let me know what I need to do."

Another hour had passed, and the carnival was drawing to a close. You were still annoyed by your conversation with Jungkook and all of his stupid kisses. You couldn't believe he'd have the audacity to do something like that. So, what was the point of your whole thing? You were supposed to drive away girls, not bring more for him to kiss in front of you. You couldn't imagine what the other girls on campus were thinking about you now, how you let your (fake) boyfriend go around kissing other girls. You felt like a fucking idiot.

You made a loud entrance into your room when you unintentionally slammed the door shut. It's no surprise that people like that were made for each other, with Jieun's words gnawing at your insides and Jungkook's actions. They were absolutely vile, with no regard for other people's feelings, weren't they?

But that's where you berated yourself even more while walking across campus - is that you had feelings for Jeon Jungkook. No matter how much you pushed those feelings aside, they returned to haunt you.

Lyla was taken aback by your sudden entrance but addressed you immediately. "You really bought 100 kisses?"

"I bought them, but it doesn't mean I'm gonna use them," you stated, going to your closet and rummaging for something.

"You have it so bad for him," she continued to tease you while brushing through her damp hair.

You groaned, turning to face her. "Ly! Can you just stop it? PLEASE. I'm begging you." You were tired of hearing Lyla teasing you about Jungkook. Saying all these things that you knew were not true, about him falling in love with you and wanting to be with you. Because, clearly, he wasn't.

Her eyes softened, feeling guilty about how she's been pushing the Jungkook agenda on you. But it was only because you deserved to have your heart's desires. "Come on, babe, what's wrong?"

You didn't care to answer your best friend. Your only wish was to crawl underneath your duvet and go off into dreamland without wanting to wake up to face reality.

And that's what you did. You crawled underneath the white duvet, pulling it up to your chin, facing the wall, and avoiding Lyla.

On the other hand, Lyla could detect your insecurity from a mile away. She sighed and sat on the edge of your bed behind you. Lyla remained silent. She drew you close to her, allowing you to process your emotions. She knew how much you loved to belittle yourself in your big old brain.

"You know, I was scared when Namjoon and I decided to start dating. "I didn't think I was good enough for him because his IQ is practically as high as Einstein's, and mine is...you know...not even close," she chuckled. "However, Namjoon never made me feel smaller or less intelligent than him.

"Why are you telling me all of this?" you asked, your lips quivering as you fought back tears.

"Because...what I see in you aligns with what Jungkook sees in you. That's why I keep pestering you to see him.  Babe, the only person holding you back is yourself."

Ugh. You hated when Lyla was right. It was easy to make assumptions about why Jungkook did what he did today. But you'll never know how he truly feels unless you ask him.

Jungkook lay in bed after the carnival, one hand behind his head, the other across his chest, staring at the ceiling, processing the last few weeks with you. At times, he found you rather endearing and very sexy when upset. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help it.

Did he do the kissing booth just to annoy you? Maybe. Did he want to see how you'd react and what you'd do? Yes. He was wondering if you would fight for him or give up.

You weren't the only one who felt insecure; Jungkook did as well. He's never had such a close relationship with anyone before. You were the first to be intimate in terms of emotions and feelings. Sex? It was simple. Feelings? It was something new to him. He had no idea how to deal with it all. Is this how it feels to fall in love? Waking up, thinking about them, wondering what they're doing, what they're going to wear - he noticed you often reached for a pair of floral-shaped studs. Maybe it was a gift. Regardless, you consumed all of his thoughts. He loved that you were uninterested in his alleged status, accomplishments, or achievements on campus. It was as though you liked him, for him.

Namjoon opened the door, greeting Jungkook before flopping on his bed, interrupting his thoughts of you.

"Where did you go?"

"Just came back from Lyla's."

Jungkook assumed Namjoon had seen you. He considered asking but decided against it. He's thinking about you yet again.

"You good? Heard about the kissing booth," Namjoon peered over at Jungkook with a grin.

"Yeah, 'm fine," Jungkook mumbled, not wanting to explain how he was feeling.

"Ya know, if you want to get a girl's attention, it's best not to go around kissing other girls," Namjoon joked to his friend. "Jungkookie, I know this whole thing with her is a ruse, but it's obvious you have feelings for her. You wouldn't be acting out otherwise. Just be upfront about your feelings and see if it can turn into something real."

Jungkook was terrified of you and him becoming a real couple. What if he messed everything up? What if you didn't like him at all? What if you simply liked the idea of him? He didn't have much to offer besides his good looks, or so he thought. But offering his heart? Is he all of himself? That was even scarier. What if it was all for nothing after confessing his feelings to you?

You decided the next day to buckle up, act like an adult, and have an adult conversation. Did you want to? No, but it was necessary. Otherwise, you'd be sitting in your room, thinking about what might happen between you and Jungkook.

The beauty of living in southern California was the consistent warm days, but this May spring day was quite the opposite - a bit gloomy and overcast. You grabbed a sweater to pull over your slip dress, figuring you should look cute if you wanted to make an impression on Jeon Jungkook.

You gave yourself a pep talk as you walked to Jungkook's dorm building, going over what you wanted to say. You wanted to be clear and concise so that you wouldn't stumble over your words when you stood before him. Because who knows what you'd say if you looked him in those doe eyes.

What you saw when you turned the corner towards Jungkook's room was unexpected. Your heart dropped to the floor, making you want to scream into the void, and it confirmed everything you were afraid of.

Jungkook and Jieun.

Jungkook kissing Jieun.

Jungkook passionately kissing Jieun.

You could clearly see his tongue snake its way down her throat. Her hands were tightly wrapped around his waist, his hands cupping her cheeks as he did yours when you first kissed. You cowered out of sight behind a tall bookshelf and leaned against a wall. Your stomach churning and twisting in ways you didn't realize it could, and a severe ache in your heart would have made ripping it out preferable to having it aching inside your chest cavity.

It would have been simple to walk away, remain upset and angry, and never speak to Jungkook again.  But he deserved a piece of your mind. He needed to hear what you had to say. He couldn't get away with hurting you. You didn't even want to think about it, but you couldn't believe that he had proved you right. He was just like every other guy.

You peered again to see if they were still sucking their faces, and you quickly darted back when you saw Jieun approaching you with a smile on her pretty little face. You clenched your jaw, not wanting her to win, so you huffed, mustering all your courage, and "accidentally" bumped into her shoulder as you walked past her.

Jieun scoffed, turning back. "Just to let you know…I won," she smirked, walking backward as she watched you stroll toward Jungkook's room.

You didn't care to comment. Instead, you were busy making excuses in your head. Perhaps she was dying and required CPR. But, come on, who were you kidding? That was not one of them.

Standing in front of Jungkook's dorm room reminded you of the first time you knocked on his door to tell him you didn't want any more of his gifts. You came to say something completely different to him this time.

Since the day you approached Jungkook on campus and asked him to hold your hand. Your life has been absorbed with everything, Jeon Jungkook. He was all-consuming, like a fire enveloping everything in its path.

You quietly knocked on his door, unaware of how this conversation would turn out. To be honest, there was only one outcome, wasn't there?

Jungkook opened the door, not expecting to find you but was happy to see you because he wanted to come to talk to you too. The crinkles in the corner of his eyes were bright as he greeted you with a soft smile. "I was just about to come to see you. Glad you're here." He motioned for you to come in, but you weren't going any further into his room for fear of never wanting to leave.

Maybe he was coming to tell you about him and Jieun, that your fake relationship was over, and that he finally realized that he wanted to be with a pretty little liar instead of you.

He sat on the edge of his bed until he looked over, and you didn't follow, so he stood up, walking back towards you. "What's going on?"

"Since school is almost over, we should end our deal."

Jungkook furrowed his eyebrows. "What? Why?"

"I saw you with Jieun just a few moments ago."

"Oh, you saw that?" His expression had completely changed to a guilty one. He hoped you didn't see that.

"So, it's fine, Jungkook. You obviously don't need me anymore because you're getting back together with her. And like a friend, I'm not gonna judge you for getting back with someone who cheated on you. You're an adult and can make your own decisions."

He was quiet at your assumption about him and Jieun. "It's not what you think it is."

You scoffed at his foolish attempt to convince you otherwise. Did he think you were blind or something? "So, you weren't sticking your tongue down her throat?" You asked with such a crude tone. "God, you must think I'm stupid, huh? You think you can just use me and toss me aside?"

"That's what our deal was. You agreed to it," he said, gritting through his teeth. Jungkook had other things to say, but he was too upset to spit them out. The moment was ruined within a split second.

It was like he took out your heart and stomped all over it. You knew getting involved with Jeon Jungkook would only result in heartache, and you had no one to blame but yourself.

"I thought you were different, Jungkook. I saw a glimmer of hope when we hung out at the beach, but apparently, I was wrong. You're like every other guy who wants to get their dick wet." Maybe you could've left out that last part, but you couldn't help it. You wanted to hurt him as much as he hurt you.

Jungkook licked his lips, nodding his head at your implication of his actions. "I thought you were different too. I thought you would've given me the benefit of the doubt and a chance to explain myself, but clearly, you've already made up your mind."

You wanted nothing more than to give him the benefit of the doubt, but how could you when his actions were saying otherwise? "What is there to explain Jungkook? Please help me understand. I've seen you kiss every girl on campus except for me this weekend. Making me look like a fucking idiot."

His gaze softened, his gaze shifting to yours. "You were the only person I wanted to kiss." Jungkook craved your lips after the carnival, only yours, but you were adamant about your no-kissing rule. He never wanted to cross that line with you because he was afraid you would reject him if he did.

"You don't mean that." He was trying to get in your head again, wasn't he? Trying to confuse you makes you go back on everything you just said.

"I do..." he trailed off, moving closer to you. His familiar scent began to permeate every cell in your body. He was so close that you could feel the warmth of his body radiating onto yours. His fingers tucked a strand of hair away from your face, his dark brown eyes darting to your lips, trying to recall how they tasted.

The world seemed to slow down at this point, waiting for the two of you to decide what to do next. The silence in the room was so deafening that you could almost hear his heartbeat. When he gently stroked your cheek with his thumb, your body warmed. You closed your eyes and leaned into his big warm hand, wanting to be this way forever. When your eyes opened, you found your hands gripping his shirt tightly, wanting to close the gap even further.

"I might kiss you," he whispered.

"I might just let you."

✨ next ~ part five

[honeysuckleharringtons]

"Kaufman Shoes" ~ S. Harrington

Summary: When Steve and Lori run into Y/N once again, Lori is determined to make Steve ask Y/N out on a date.

Pairing: Single Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,404

Content Warning: mentions of food, honestly i think that might be it? but as i always say, let me know if i missed anything!

Genre: Fluff

Extra Notes: i know that light up sneakers aren't historically accurate but this is my world and i make the rules

Based On: a conversation me and @dungeons-are-too-cold had lol

Originally Written: 10/14/2022

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"Daddy, are we almost there yet?" Lori asked for probably the twentieth time before taking a sip of her apple juice.

"Almost, bub," Steve answered, reaching over to give her a reassuring caress of the cheek.

Steve was almost regretting his decision to bring his daughter along on his shopping trip. Though he made sure to pack her favorite Scooby-Doo plush and multiple Barbie dolls, he knew she'd get impatient after a while, and that was a breeding ground for a tantrum, which no one wants to be a part of.

But Saturdays were Lori days. One of his two days off, Saturdays were set aside to spend time with his daughter. Normally, it would be spent playing Barbies in her Townhouse (courtesy of Dustin, who'd begged Steve to let him buy it for her birthday) or taking her to the Hawk to see whatever movie she'd been begging to watch.

However, when Steve got the news that Family Video was hiring a second manager, he leaped at the opportunity. He didn't see any reason not to—similar hours, extra pay, and it came with health insurance. Unfortunately, this meant spending his Saturday looking for a suit and dress shoes for his interview.

Luckily, Steve was able to bribe his daughter with a Happy Meal afterward if she promised to be on her best behavior. Of course she'd promised she would, but Steve secretly had his doubts.

Soon enough, they'd finished the half-hour drive into Lafayette, Steve parking as close to the building as possible so as to not wear Lori's legs out any more than he had to.

"Up," she requested as he helped her out of her car seat, her little hands doing a grabbing motion to signal what she wanted.

Steve sighed, regretting his decision to teach her what the word "up" meant. "OK, but just until we get in the store. Daddy's gonna need his arms to try on some clothes."

"OK," she hummed, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck as he lifted her.

Steve closed the car door with a slight slam! before walking into Kaufman Shoes, apprehension weighing heavy on his shoulders as soon as he walked in the front door.

"Welcome to Kaufman's- hey, it's you!"

He immediately laid his eyes on Y/N, who somehow managed to look even prettier than she had in Family Video.

"Hey," he smiled, trying to hide the fact that he was nearly blushing at the mere sight of her.

"And you!" she grinned, walking around the counter to greet Lori. "I love those shoes. Too bad we don't sell anything near as chic as those."

Lori giggled as she showed off her favorite sneakers. "They light up when I stomp!"

Y/N let out an excited gasp. "Can you show me?"

Lori nodded before swiveling her head to face Steve again. "Down, please."

He chuckled as he placed the girl on the ground. "Be gentle though. Don't want you making too much noise, OK?"

Lori let out a nod before stomping hard on the beige carpet. She giggled as butterflies on the ends of her shoes lit up neon pink. "See?"

Y/N bent down, her face lighting up almost as much as the shoes on Lori's feet. "Woah! Those are so cool! Can I borrow them sometime?"

Lori's lips scrunched together as she thought about her answer. "Well, I'm not sure they'll fit, but if you can squeeze into them, sure."

Steve chuckled at his daughter's politeness, leaning down to leave a kiss on her hairline. "That's very sweet of you, Lori-girl."

Y/N's hands clasped together, turning her attention back to her actual job. "So, what can I help you with, Steve?"

Steve exhaled, nervously wiping his palms on his jeans. "I'm on the hunt for a suit and some nice shoes."

Y/N nodded understandingly. "Mhm. Any particular style?"

He let out an awkward and embarrassed huff. "I'm gonna be honest, I haven't gone shopping for a suit since my high school graduation three years ago," he admitted, a bashful blush creeping into his cheeks.

She gave him a sympathetic smile, leading him toward the back of the store. "I think I know just the place to start."

Steve found himself popping in and out of the dressing room, modeling various suits, looking to Y/N and Lori for approval. For what felt like hours (but in reality was only about forty-five minutes), he tried on suit after suit, hoping something would check all the boxes on his mental checklist.

"OK, how about this one?" he asked, making his way out of the dressing room in a basil green suit, the tailored pants accentuating the length of his legs perfectly.

Lori stood from her spot on the floor, grip tight around her Barbie doll. She walked up to Steve, her head swiveling up and down to look him over. "Hmm, do you think it'll match the tie I picked out for you?" she asked.

Steve's expression softened as he looked down at the girl. "You picked out a tie for me?"

"Mhm," she answered, motioning over to Y/N, who was holding onto the tie for Lori.

Y/N held up the tie, showing off its blue and green paisley print. "Didn't she do such a good job?" she asked, a smirk tugging at her lips.

The print was less than attractive to Steve, but he could never say no to those rosy cheeks and silky pigtails. "I think it'll match perfectly," he said with a nod.

Another twenty minutes later, Steve had finally found a pair of shoes that complemented the suit he'd decided on.

The three made their way to the checkout counter, Lori's legs wrapped tight around Steve as she sat on his hip. "Pssst," she whispered in his ear, sitting her chin lightly on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he chuckled as he placed his items on the counter.

"You should ask her on a date," she said softly.

Steve's cheeks heated up even hotter than they had the first time he'd met the woman standing across from him. "Lorraine, what has gotten into you?"

"Well, what else would you need a suit for?" she shrugged, this time speaking at normal volume. "Don't people usually wear suits on dates?"

Y/N giggled as she finally understood the topic of their conversation. "I agree, Lori. It's a very nice suit to wear on a date," she added. "What's the occasion anyway, Steve?"

"A job interview," he answered proudly. "Not many dates on my agenda."

Y/N zipped up the garment bag before carrying it around the checkout counter. "But you aren't completely opposed to the idea of adding a date to your agenda?" she smirked, holding out the bag.

Steve nearly shivered as his fingertips brushed against hers. "I suppose not."

"Well, I think any woman would find you as attractive as I do when you're wearing that suit," she blushed.

Steve stumbled over his words as he attempted to find something to play along with her idea. "W-would you? Maybe wanna go on a d-date or something?"

"Hmmm," she said, thinking over her answer. "Will you be wearing something as handsome as your new suit?"

His cheeks flushed even more red than they already were. "If you wanted me to."

"Then it's a date," she nodded. "If you want it to be."

"I-I'd love that," he stammered. "When are you free?"

"Saturday nights after work usually work for me, if that's good with you. I understand if you have prior commitments."

Steve turned his head to face Lori, who was now sporting a proud smile. "What do you think, Lori-girl? Would next Saturday be OK with you? Would you wanna spend next Saturday with Maxi? I know we usually spend Saturdays together but would you be OK with that?"

Lori nodded, proud of herself for her successful session of matchmaking.

"How does 7:00 sound? Maybe we could meet up at that new Italian restaurant that just opened up in Hawkins? If that isn't too far out of your way," Steve fretted.

A smile once again made its way to Y/N's mouth. "Sounds perfect."

And with that, Steve and Lori made their way to the BMW, Steve mentally preparing himself for his first date since Lori had been born… and Lori planning through all the ideas she had to make Steve and Y/N's date the most memorable date they'd ever been on.

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[melimpostor]

Hello! first off I just want to say that I love love love your art!!! its so amazing! 💖 So, I’ve been asking this question around online, so I hope you don’t mind! (Please feel free to ignore this ask if you don’t feel like answering!) Anyway, I’ve been drawing for a good while now. It’s always been something that interests me, but, in all the time that I’ve done it, I’ve never once found a style that is unique to me and that I’m good at. So, I was just wondering if you have any tips or advice on how to find your own style? I’ve tried so many though I can’t ever seem to like any of them or actually stick to it. One thing I really have trouble with is proportion. I want my style to be more chibi-esqe, but not completely if you knows what I mean lol. If you have any advice for a fellow artist I’d really like to hear it!! Please share your wisdom :D

Hello and thank you !! I don’t mind at all ! Let’s see…

For finding your art style:

► Define what you want to tell with your art. Not mandatory, but i think it helps. What do you want people to feel when they see your art? Do you want them to feel the emotions of the characters you draw? Or be impressed by the technique? the colors? All of the above?- I think your answer will lean you to something more specific in terms of style. For example, I tend to focus on characters expressions and feelings. So i have a relatively simple artstyle that allows me to focus on facial traits a bit more. (Also... i'm lazy- So i like to tell more with less)

► Observe drawings from artists you love ! Try to analyze what you like so much about it. Is it the lineart? the specific way they draw eyes or any specific part of the body? Is it the colors or the rendering style? And try to reproduce it yourself. Not in a plagiarism kind of way, but more as a study !

► Try, fail and retry again. Once you have analyzed the things you like, try to incorporate it into your own art. It might come off badly sometimes, but you also might create happy accidents ! Both outcomes are good learning. And while I don't think it’s possible to have a style 100% original, it doesn’t mean you can’t create an artstyle that you own and feels as uniquely yours !

► Be patient (trust the process and don’t be too hard on yourself). Defining your artstyle might take years to refine itself. Decades even… With practice and dedication it will come naturally to you !  But as with any discipline you have to be patient, there will be ups and downs and very frustrating moments but you never cease to learn.

For proportions:

► Don’t be shy about using references. There is no such thing as cheating in art (if used properly). It builds your visual library, so help yourself as much as you can ! Professionals use them all the time too.

► I don’t want to be the bearer of bad news, but…. We can’t really cut anatomy practice- I avoided it for so long myself and I regret it bitterly. So don’t be like me and practice your anatomy ! Even if you aim for a simple or semi-chibi style. The trap is it seems easy to draw , when in reality a lot of chibi artists already master anatomy to a certain degree. It’s much easier to simplify shapes when you know a little more about the structure behind them.

There are a lot of websites to help you, here’s a few ! http://reference.sketchdaily.net/ https://line-of-action.com/  https://www.posemaniacs.com/

My advice is to start slow. Most of those websites have a timer by default, but don’t set a time limit for now and take your time on each pose. Try to breakdown body parts into simple geometrical shapes. It helps grow your visual library and it’ll get easier to draw with better proportions ! 

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Here you go ! I realize it's very generic sorry - TLDR: don't give up ! If you want anything more specific don't hesitate to ask again, I'll do my best ! Good luck on your art journey ! ♥