#surprised I got so many asks it's fun thx :)

[chrliebot]

👽🪦

👽 : do you believe in aliens

There's so many coincidences that led to the creation and continuation of life on Earth and while I do believe it can be replicated elsewhere, anything that humans will be able to find is going to be on a bacterial level of life. We're only in the first 0.01% of the lifetime of the universe anyway, so I'm not ruling anything out- it just isn't going to happen in my lifetime. Ultimately I don't think it really matters what I think about aliens because I'm not an important part of any conversation surrounding them, scientific or crackpot. It is fun to think about little grey men though lol

🪦: do you wanna be cremated or buried

Green burial all the way! I want to be buried under a tree. Heard some interesting things about human composting, body farms, mushroom suits etc., I think all that stuff is super cool to read about but I'm not sure if that's for me haha. I'm 19 and not mentally well so I think it's for the best I don't consider the topic too seriously beyond wanting a green burial.

[f1byjessie]

A PICTURE IS WORTH A THOUSAND WORDS ━━ LN4.

sometimes the right words are hard to come across, and sometimes everything you need to say can be captured in an image.

( lando norris x photographer!reader )

━━ part four.

“Saw McLaren posted pics of the new car,” Jack says in lieu of a greeting when he sees you after the weekend. He picks up his pace and crosses the distance to meet you where you’re fumbling with the keys to your “office”, and then he takes a few of the many equipment bags you’re attempting to juggle, saying as he does so, “You take any of those or no?”

You laugh, “Ah, no. They actually hire on a whole studio crew that does that. They’ve got lights, green screens, special camera lenses, the whole lot. The post-production on those photos is mad though.” You get the door unlocked and usher him inside, “I got to sit in on it once, and it’s crazy how much work goes into getting just a couple week’s worth of promotional content.”

He sets your bags down where you direct him to and then offers you a snarky grin, “Still probably would’ve looked cooler if you took ‘em, to be fair.”

It makes you laugh again. Jack seems to be good at that, and it feels nice to get along so well with someone you work with. You’ve found a surprising friend in him. At the end of your conversation on Friday, you’d exchanged numbers and he’d made you promise to reach out if you needed him for anything. You hadn’t, but he’d still sent you an unflatteringly angled picture of Kyle Walker from after their match against Newcastle, followed quickly with━ ��use this in the next media drop thx,” and the chatter had gone from there.

You set down your own bags. “Well, thank you. Pretty sure it’s not as fun as this job, though.”

And you mean it. You’ve had opportunities to switch over to studio photography, and though you respect the people who do it and the unique challenges it poses in its own right, there’s nothing like being upfront and personal with all the action, getting to see the athletes in their element and know them on a level that goes beyond an hour or two shoot. You wouldn’t trade it for the world.

“Wait,” you pause, hands stopping just above where you’re ready to start sorting through your equipment, “since when did you keep up with Formula One?”

Jack shrugs. “I don’t. But you work for that team, yeah? So I figured I might as well see what they’re all about.”

“Well, if you need something to do during the summer, let me know and I’ll see what I can do,” you tell him, resuming your sorting. “They give me extra tickets for each race but they usually end up going to waste.”

You don’t bring up the falling out you had with your parents at eighteen when you told them you were going to pursue photography or the fact that you haven’t really talked to them in years because of it. You also don’t mention that due to the strenuous, near-constant traveling and the strict schedule of your job, your friendships are limited to the athletes you work with and the other McLaren staff that travel with you━ all of whom have passes of their own, for obvious reasons.

Jack, thankfully, doesn’t ask about it either. Whether he’s made his own assumptions or respects that it’s probably a sore subject, he leaves it alone and the two of you carry on in companionable silence.

You get your equipment unzipped from the bags and organized across the room per your system, guiding your temporary helper with pointed fingers to where it all should go.

The silence is only broken again when he asks you a question. “You got a favorite driver?”

It’s so out of the blue that you nearly jump, startled by the suddenness of it against the quietness of the room. But then you laugh and shake your head. “Officially no, but just between the two of us, me and Lando started at the same time so he’s got a special place in my heart. He’s also my best friend.”

Jack raises an eyebrow, “Oh yeah?” Despite the persona he puts on, you think he secretly loves gossip. “How’d he take the news about you being with Ward, then? ‘Cause I’d have some choice things to say to any friend of mine if they got with a prick like that.”

You purse your lips, divert your gaze to avoid Jack’s eyes, and shrug, fiddling with the neck strap of your camera as you do so. “I don’t know.”

“You ‘don’t know?’”

You shrug again and feign checking over the settings as if your camera’s aperture is suddenly the most interesting thing in the world. “He hasn’t been picking up my calls,” you start, “or answering my texts since the paps released the pics, so.”

When you glance back up, Jack’s making a face. “So, your best friend finds out you’re dating a total bellend, and instead of asking you about it or at the very least taking the piss, he ignores you?”

When he puts it like that, you feel a bit stupid for being more sad than you are angry.

All you can do is shrug.

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You decide that if Lando gets to be petty, then so do you.

The thing is, you’d told Lando you wouldn’t replace him with any of the guys from Manchester City, and you’d meant it━ you still mean it, despite your frustrations and annoyances with him telling you otherwise.

But if he’s going to play games, then so are you.

Technically you hadn’t started the relationship with Garrett willingly, but Lando doesn’t know that, and even if you had that doesn’t give him the right to go about ignoring you. You’ve been supportive when he’s gotten girlfriends━ you even ate greasy pizza, drank cheap wine, and cried watching The Notebook together when he ended his long-term relationship back in 2022. He could at least pretend to be supportive, or better yet he could pick up the fucking phone. 

As pathetic as it sounds, you’d let him yell at and berate you if it just meant he’d answer your calls. Because having Jack around to gossip with and shoot the shit is nice, and he really does help you not feel so alone at Etihad Campus, but Lando’s your best friend and he has been for years now. There’s nobody that understands you as well as he does, even if he is a twat half the time, and what you need now most of all is that particular Lando brand of annoying to cheer you up.

The door opens, drawing your attention from where you’re scrolling through McLaren’s newest posts. Garrett stands in the opening.

The memory of that night still lingers like a bad taste in your mouth, bitter and unpleasant. You’ve managed to avoid him for the most part in the time since then, ignoring the looks he shoots your way out on the field or in the weight room, and lucky enough that his meetings with the physio team keep him preoccupied so that he can’t seek you out in between training sessions. You’d known it was inevitable that you’d have to face him, but that doesn’t stop the dread from pooling in your stomach when you see him standing in the doorway with his arms crossed and an eyebrow raised as he surveys the makeshift office you’ve done up for yourself.

“They couldn’t find you an actual office?” He comments, looking disdainfully towards your desk and the large Manchester City logo emblazoned across the front.

You shrug, wishing he’d just get to the point. “I’m only here for a few months. Doesn’t matter much to me. What do you want?”

He takes a step farther into the room and closes the door behind him, taking his sweet time to cross the distance toward the seats. When he’s finally lowered down into one, he looks up to you with a nonchalance that fills you immediately with anger.

“I’m making some amendments to our agreement,” he announces.

“Like hell you are.”

He raises an eyebrow. “Did you seriously expect people to believe we’re a couple if we never actually do anything to give off the impression of being a couple?”

You scowl. Obviously, you hadn’t expected to just skate by on the coattails of pictures from a single night. You’d known from the very beginning that you would eventually need to make another public appearance together at the very least if you wanted to keep the paparazzi fed and encourage the idea to the media that you’re in a committed relationship with one another. You’d just been hoping you would’ve had more time until then.

“I’m not an idiot, Garrett,” you grumble, crossing your arms in your seat. You had been looking through pictures from the day’s morning practice, but now you think having to look at any more of Kevin De Bruyne’s grinning face will make you lose your mind when you feel the furthest thing from happy.

“Obviously,” Garrett scoffs. “But you’re the one who said I get one kiss and nothing more. Newsflash, love━” your scowl deepens, “━couples do more than just kiss one time.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

He pulls his phone from the pocket of his joggers and swipes across the screen for a few moments of anticipatory silence. “Well,” he finally says, “it’s the sixteenth now. We haven’t got a match until the twenty-sixth. Go on a date with me this weekend.”

You can’t say no. There’s no plausible excuse for you to get out of it, and deep down you know the only way you can get rid of Garrett is to just do what he says and hope the media make their conclusions about his change quick enough that you can ditch him before the summer break.

At least during the Formula One season, you can use traveling as a reason to get out of dates. When the Champion’s League starts back up he’ll be traveling around Europe a bit more than he is now, and there’s always a chance you could be in the same country at the same time, but the likelihood of your schedules aligning is slim and that means you’ll be safe from any ventures out into public.

But for the time being, you’re stuck.

“Okay,” you reluctantly agree.

He claps his hands, a deceptively cheerful grin on his face. If you didn’t already think of him as the worst prick you’ve ever met, you might’ve found it charming. It’s the same smile he used to flash at you in your first week when he was trying to cozy up and ease his way into your good graces. The sight of it makes you sick to your stomach, now.

“Great,” he rises from his seat. “We’ll do some shopping, get some lunch━ make a full day out of it.”

At this point, you don’t care what he has planned. You just want him to leave you alone so you can try to at least pretend like you’re gonna finish the rest of the work you need to get around to.

Garrett’s made his way to the door and has his hand reaching for the handle when he turns back around and gives you a smirk. “Might wanna work on your happy face, though, love,” he comments, gesturing towards you with a nod of his head. “‘Cause if you look like that in front of the paps they definitely aren’t gonna be very convinced that you love me.”

Just to spite him, you let your scowl deepen. “I don’t need your advice. I know how to handle myself, Garrett.” You say his name like a curse━ like the very feeling of it on your tongue causes you pain.

If he notices, he doesn’t comment. His face turns thoughtful, but there’s still the smugness painted across his features that makes you so unfathomably annoyed. “You must be pretty familiar with the paps if you’re always around those drivers, yeah?” He knows the answer to his question already, so you’re not sure why he’s even asking.

He stays silent, though, like he’s genuinely expecting an answer, so you shrug your shoulders. “Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he repeats back to you.

His laughter is all you hear echoing in your ears even once he’s long gone.

Until your phone starts to ring and Lando's name flashes across the screen.

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━━ a/n: cliffhanger hehe~ also, i promise we're getting to ACTUAL formula one stuff soon

[championleonsslut]

Im surprised no ones asked for a fantasy au yet- anyways, could you do King Leon falling for a mid-rank knight? Not someone new but also not someone in the high ranks either; someone he sees alot of potential in. thx!

I LOVE ROYAL AUS‼️‼️

Anon my love you have devoured recently with requests.

“I Want That One.”

Female reader :)

Leon has everything he could ever want.

A kingdom at his control, a crown on his head, more riches than he knows what to do with, and servants who loyally work for him.

Except for one thing.

A wife.

He’s had many princesses ask for his hand in the past, but none of them seemed right to him. They weren’t interesting, even if they were quite beautiful.

He didn’t just want a wife to supply heirs for him, but he also wanted a companion. Someone to challenge him, to be his best friend and lover. Of course they’d have to have children, but that could come later…

He was making his rounds about the castle, when he came across the training grounds. Lord and head knight Raihan was in the middle of a training battle, and Leon had nothing better to do than to watch.

He noticed the knight was female, which wasn’t exactly unusual. Wyndon had knights of both genders, even if the female ones were scarcer. She seemed to be doing a fine job holding Raihan back as well.

Oh and… She was pretty. Especially when her face was all stern with focus. Leon was far more invested in watching her than Raihan.

When she beat him, Leon felt pride brew up in his heart. And when she finally looked at him… His heart grew three sizes bigger.

He kept coming back to see her, and finally got a chance to talk to her at one point. He knew his feelings were more than just admiration or lust… But how was he even supposed to act on them?

So he kept seeing her, and a little bit of a friendship blossomed. He even dueled her just for fun once. He won, but neither party seemed to mind.

He came to see her again one day when the sun had set. She was on one of the many balconies, looking down upon the grounds.

“Why are you up at this hour?” She smiled at him.

He chuckled and shrugged, “Came to see you.”

He stood next to her, carefully observing as her eyes took in every inch of the gardens.

“What do you think of me?” He asked.

She smiled, “I think highly of you, my king.”

“Leon.” He corrected, “Just Leon is fine.”

She giggled, “Alright, Leon. I think highly of you. You’re a respectable man. You’re smart, kind, good with a sword, and a wonderful king.”

She bit her lip in thought, “But… Leon… Why do you ask? Why do you ask me especially?”

She turned towards him, only to find that he had moved. He instead was down on one knee, holding a small yet beautiful ring between his fingers.

“Because I’d like to marry you.”

She gasped, “Leon…”

He swallowed, “I’m in love with you. Madly, terribly, awfully in love with you. And if I can’t have you as my Queen… Then what is the use of life after all? I know I haven’t known you for very long… But I know that we were made for one another… So… Will you do me the honor of marrying me?”

Tears formed in her eyes, as a smile formed on her face.

“I will. I will marry you.”

The gorgeous ring was slipped on her finger, as he finally got to feel her lips against his for the first time.

She became his Queen through a wonderful wedding, and it proved to be the best decision of his life. But just because she had the crown, doesn’t mean she gave up the sword…

[musyroom599]

Hello I know my posts have been slightly random lately but I was having trouble with fanfic ideas but I'm back with some more fanfic so...yay!

9 years ago

You had just moved to a new neighborhood it was your first time moving and you where pretty nervous about it. And being five you where a little confused on why you had to leave your home. The reason for the movie was your dad's job promotion but I you didn't understand that.

"daddy, why did we have to leave are home?" You tug on your dad's pants sleeves. Why looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. "This is are new home squirt." You dad looks down at you ruffling your hair.

The place you had moved to wasn't the best part of the city but also wasn't the worst. You guys lived in a town house about twenty minutes from your dad's work.

"but I don't like it here" you say looking down at your feet. Your dad picks you up and sets you on your lap. "Well how about we go do something fun later. Then maybe you'll like it better here okay?" You dad gives you a bright smile.

You didn't know it at the time but your dad was struggling to raise you ever since your mom had passed. You'd never met her but assumed she was awesome. Sure it wasn't easy on him especially since you had started developing your quirk.

"okay daddy" you smiled and your dad set you down. "Daddy can I go play outside?" You look towards the front door.

"yeah just don't go too far and take you walkie talkie" you dad ruffles your hair again.

You put your shoes and grabbed your walkie talkie. Your dad got cuz he didn't think you where old enough to have a phone. Cuz you weren't.

You head outside and you look around. There's a lot of trash on the street and a few people smoking in alley's. Since you lived in the country before this it was like a whole new world to explore.

You walk down the road happily not really knowing where your going. You hum to yourself as you go wondering what you'll find.

You see a creepy looking man in a alley way. "Hey kid come here" the man signals for you to go towards him.

"no thx" you keep walking ignoring the guy but then you feel someone grab your sleeve and yank you back.

"I said come here you little brat" the guy barks as he turns you to face him. You try to reach for your walkie talkie but the guy grabs it and throws on the ground shattering it.

"put me down!!" You yell while kicking and punching aimlessly. "Stop moving you brat." The man slaps you across the face.

you start crying "somebody help!" You scream. "No one's coming kid so give up", the man rolls his eyes.

"hey put them down!" You hear a kids voice from behind you. He sounds about your age. The man turns his attention towards the other kid.

"and what if I don't!?" The man yells but immediately after responding.

"put them down, gently" the kid says and the man puts you down without responding.

You scamper over to the kid now getting a clear view of him. He has purple hair and purple eyes that look tired and bored. "You okay?" The kid looks at you.

You hug the kid and he stares at you surprised. "Um" the kid stares at you dumbfounded and just pats your back a bit.

"omg that was awesome!! Thank you! How'd you do that. What's your name!?" You blurt out to many things for him to quite comprehend.

"um.." he stares at you not sure how to respond and you step back letting go of him.

"my name is y/n nice to meet you" you smile and hold your hand out for a hand shake. He hesitates but shakes your hand. "I'm shinso." He let's go of your hand and scratches the back of his neck nervously.

"how'd you make that guy listen to you?" You look at shinso courisly. He hesitates like he doesn't want you to judge him and you realize this. "Don't worry I won't judge you. Pinky promise " you hold you pinky out and he stares at you for a minute.

"what are you doing?" He asks and looks at you like your crazy. You pull you hand back blushing out of embarrassment. "Uh nothing. But you can trust me." You smile reassuringly.

"it's my quirk. It's called brainwash. If someone responds to something I say I can take control of them." He looks down like he's ashamed.

"omg that is so cool! Can you use it on me?" You look extremely excited.

"you..want me to use my quirk on you?" He looks at you confused. "Of course I do it'd be awesome!"

"well...let me call my dad to pick this guy up" shinso signals to the gut that grabbed you and pulls out a phone. "You have a phone!? That's so cool! My dad says I'm to young to have a phone." You keep rambling as shinso calls his dad.

"hey dad some guy tried to grab a kid off the street. I stoped him with my quirk can you come pick him up?" The kid says to his dad.

A few minutes later a man shows up and you recognize him immediately. The man who's supposedly Shinso's dad. You recognize the man as your favorite pro hero eraser head. Even though he isn't very popular.

"shinso is your dad Eraserhead!?" You say excitedly. "Uh yeah you a fan or something?" Shinso asks courisly.

"uh yeah kinda" you blush slightly. "Is this your friend shinso?" You here a gruff voice from behind you causing you to jump and turn around.

You see Eraserhead staring down at you and shinsou. "Uh... I wouldn't say friend" shinso looks at eraserhead. "Hm..well don't be late for dinner" Eraserhead turn and waves as he walks away dragging the unconscious man with him.

"hey shinso?" You turn your full attention towards your new friend. "Yeah?" Shinso looks at you almost bored. "Can you mind control me now?" Shinso just sighs "why do you want to be mind controlled so bad?"

"it'd be awesome please" you give him puppy dog eyes."ugh fine but don't hate me afterwards." He sighs. "Hate you? Your my friend I could never hate you"

"friend?" Shinso looks at you like your pulling a prank on him. "Of course! Okay now hit me with the brainwashing"

Shinso sighs again "respond to this and you'll be brainwashed." He activates his quirk waiting for you to respond. "Okay!" You feel you body freeze and you lose control unable to move.

"raise your right hand" shinso says and you right hand onimaticaly raises. "Good now stab yourself with this pencil. Not to hard though.

You stab yourself with the pencil and blink a few times . "Omg that was awesome!" You smile at him.

"you liked me brainwashing you?" He looks at you confused. "Yeah I've never been controlled like that before! I hope when my quirk finishes developing it's as cool as yours!"

Shinso smiles slightly. No one's ever called my quirk cool before. He thinks.

"so you can smile!" You look at shinso gleefully. "Yeah I can smile" he tilts his head like a dog. Wich makes you laugh.

And that's how you met your best friend

~~~~

A couple months later your quirked had completely developed. But everyone seemed confused by it cuz of it's power. You where able to destroy things and turn them into other things. The quirk scientists (or whatever ) told you your quirk was called overhaul and it could be very dangerous if used wrong. but that made you want to become a hero just like shinso wanted

~~~~

9 years later you the day before U.A entrance exam. Your are at Shinso's house talking about how nervous you guys are.

"i hope we both able it into the hero course." You say as you both lounge on his couch. "Well we applied for general studies for a reason. And with your quirk I'm sure you'll be fine." Shinso smiles.

"yeah but my quirk is still hard to control." You look at the gloves your wearing that help conceal your quirk.

"your going to be fine. Both of you are." you hear a familiar voice say that you realize is mr. Aizawa's or as you know him Shinso's dad.

"thx Shinso's dad. I mean aizawa." You correct yourself remembering when aizawa said he had no interest in being referred by as Shinso's Dad.

~~~~

The next day you're slightly disappointed but not surprised to learn that you and shinso will be in different training sections. As you and shinso depart you hug him "your gonna do great sleepy." Shinso chuckles at the nickname which you always call him. "So are you spunky."

You let go of him and follow your group looking back at him and waving. "Bye shinso!"

You make to your training area and get ready to enter the City replica. You hear present mics voice boom through the speakers.

The gates to the fake city open and everyone charges in except one green hair kid but you don't have time to worry about that.

You run into the fake city getting ready to pull your gloves off when you pause remembering what happened last time you used your quirk last time you used your quirk you almost hurt shinso.

You take a deep breath and remember what aizawa told you. "Take a deep breath, keep calm, don't overthink it," you whisper to yourself you pull your gloves off and destroy a building next to you and you reform the Adams Around a two points robot.

After just one use of your quirk you feel out of breath. "Omg this is miserable I hate my quirk" I mumble to myself.

I stick my gloves in my pockets and keep going using my quirk as I go.

~~~~

After the test I meet up with shinso. The first thing I do when I see him is hug him. He sees I look like I'm about to pass out. "Are you okay you look worn out." You strokes your hair. "My quirk is stupid." You mumble.

"don't say that. Your quirk is not stupid" he warps his arms around you. "You always say that" you mumble.

"well it's true" He smiles slightly. "You know...your smile is cute" you smile up at him. "Your such a tease." He ruffles your hair.

"Anyway how do you think you did on the exam" you let go of him and stretch. "Honestly I don't think I did very well" he scratches the back of his neck looking away.

"well I believe in you" you fix a piece of his hair and smile.

Hello so I didn't really know how to end this but whatever. I plan on doing a part two. Well bye

[starrygalazy]

I'm at a lake house with family for vacation right now. Tired tho so I'm gonna make a Mei journal bc I've wanted to do this for a while and, well, I truly got nothing better to do. Hell idk if I'm even gonna post this. If I do, then enjoy :D (also spoiler, at the end there is a section dedicated to Meiji, so if you don't like that then it's easy to skip)

We just finished another mission in [ENCRYPTED]. It went as well as it could have, not very different from Toronto. We still haven't found a way to remove the subjugator helmets, but Mr. Lindholm is saying the Omnics are unharmed and safe for now which is good.

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POST-[ENCRYPTED] JOURNAL

I'm trying to be around the other agents more than stay huddled in the science wing, which has been fun! Lucio and D.Va are asking me lots of questions about my travels (they want me to keep posting my journals about my adventures) and my experiences. I tell them stories about Captain Opara and the rest of my former team, which still makes me a little sad but I think I'm hiding it good. Zarya and Cassidy have started training me for combat (Zarya's workouts are so tough!), and my aim and strength have steadily been improving. Snowball has been adjusting much faster than me. He's still a little shy, but he's too friendly to not get along with. Everyone pets him if he approaches them, and he loves it. Just wait until he starts stealing their socks!

It's weird to be back around so many people. My last few weeks in Antarctica were just me and Snowball, then when I got to Winston it was him and Tracer. And now we have a whole team, and maybe we'll be getting more agents soon. I missed the bustle of people, but it's still exhausting to be surrounded by so many people, so much noise, so many more dishes to be cleaned. I think I need more of a break. Maybe some sleep will help me out, I haven't gotten a real good night's rest yet. I'm going to try and get some sleep now, since I've written so much already.

Agent Mei signing off! (I still can't believe I'm saying that now.)

EDIT: It's about 2 in the morning. I'm very tired, but I want to write this down because I can't get it off my mind. I just had a nightmare- a really bad one. I woke up with tears on my face and in a cold sweat, and Snowball was nudging me. I must have been screaming or making some kind of noise, because Genji was in my doorway and asked if I was okay. He sounded concerned. I didn't want him to worry though, so I kept saying I was alright (though he wasn't believing me). Then he did something I didn't expect; he left for a moment then came back with some chamomile tea. He asked me if I'd like to meditate with him to ease my mind, and I agreed. We sat and meditated for maybe thirty minutes, and I was surprised but it helped a lot. Afterwards he asked me if I felt better, and made sure I was comfortable before leaving. It was just a really sweet gesture but I also noticed he has a very soothing voice. He did a good job at calming me (and Snowball) down.

I'll thank him in the morning. I heard from Cassidy and Dr. Ziegler that he likes chocolates, maybe I can make him some hot cocoa.

~~~

Hey ho thx for reading, lost motivation towards the end but I hope you liked reading!

[mothmanperson]

||Teamaker, Tea-taster||

??? x gn!reader

tw: blood, knife, wounds

cw: knife play(?), blood play (?), humiliation, degrading, sadism, masochism, yandere themes, a little smidge of angst ;), blood consumption on both sides, sub character, dom reader, just spice no smut :P

part two of this. part three

this took fucking ages, i am hungry and i need to piss much fun with this :P also thx for so many likes on the first part, expect more in the future

FEMALE ALIGNED DO NOT INTERACT (SHE/HER, SHE/THEY)

it has been a few weeks since you and him finally went your separate ways. well he did anyway.

he never once approached or bothered you in any kind of way. his teasing stopped and he seemed to be rather fond of getting as far away as possible from you.

which you didn't mind but.... your life form then on has been kind of... boring; bland in a way. there's always this nagging feeling at the back of your head that something is missing and you hated it.

but you also couldn't go back to the way it had been before since it hindered your performance of work.

at least now you didn't get an earful every evening from pierro because you messed up.

with a quiet hum you continued your every growing stack of paperwork you oh-so hated.

but the cop of tea that rested in your fingertips made it bearable.

you refilled you cup and put in a few pieces of rock sugar. it went best with the tea you had. which was a white tea with jasmin and rose, the fine subtle flavour of the sugar was perfect as to not overwhelm the soft flavours, unlike honey does. that'd be a shame.

you always liked you tea sweeter. it reminded you of when you were younger.

he was so so bothered.

and he despised it so much.

ever since that day he cannot for the life of him concentrate on the tasks given to him. whether it be simple or hard.

the second he stops thinking about the task his mind wanders to such a different place, it was embarrassing.

and there was the problem that you were still around. on meetings, on missions in a random hallways and everytime you passed he went beet red as he rushed to get away. his body doing uncomfortable things to him and his mind.

he was so confused. how could you, you of all the people have such affect on him.

you didn't even do anything. you just did what he had asked for. and now he was stuck deep inside the mess. and he was to deep to back out.

he even asked the first harbinger and the tsaritsa herself for some mission far far away, which was not granted.

it was frustrating and at some point he came to the humiliating conclusion he had to do something about it, but not just with anyone of course, it had to be you.

just like it always has been.

it was night now, around 1am and you were still awake, like always, sitting infront of the fireplace in your room, like always. you had finished your paperwork for the day and started relaxing with a nice cup of black tea with pink rose.

it had a nice tangy-ness to it that nicely removed the bland and utterly disgusting flavour from the back of your throat.

you closed your eyes relishing in the way your taste buds seemed to bloom at the flavour.

but...

something seemed to be missing.

you thought nothing of it until a quiet 'badum' 'badum' in a rapid pace caught your attention.

a heartbeat. and a fast one at that.

if you had to guess, the individual was nervous, or scared, or excited.

you pondered about who it could be, if it is a fatui agent or another harbinger. who knows maybe it was an assassin sent to kill you.

though that seemed rather unlikely.

without thinking any further you moved from your place at the floor to your door and the noise got louder.

what you hadn't expected was him when you opened the door, prepared to knock with a trembling hand lifted in the air.

now the both of you were surprised.

but you took in his face, it was red, extremely so, and it got redder by second as he started to realize.

a smile made it was to your face as you leant against the side of your door.

"well who do we have here? the little 'peacemaker' has made a reappearance in my life, what a turn of events"

oh how you loved to see him so- so

embarrassed, humiliated, so close to breaking.

and you didn't even do anything.

you never did.

it was something new, something you might need more often in your life. so it wasn't as boring.

(would you have not been engrossed in the moment you would've noticed the missing feeling of forgetting something)

"you- i-i" he started, and stuttered. it was so unlike him. the usually confident and teasing nature completely washed away.

hah, all you did was look at him.

pathetic.

"well? would you be so kind and tell me what you need me for? i was just about to relax and my 'leaf water' is getting cold, i'm afraid i do not have taht much time on my hand"

you were egging him on, leading him to were exactly you wanted him to be.

he knew it.

and yet... he took it like a dog. like the pathetic little dog he was.

he hated himself so much right now, now more than ever.

"do it" he finally got out of his mouth and his eyebrows furrowed.

but you only smiled more.

god you had such an enticing smile. archons it was going to be the death of him.

"do what? explain it for me, please?" you asked, seemingly confused.

he wanted to hit you so bad right about now.

"you- you wanted to know how i taste like, right? i am giving you permission to use my-...... body liquids. whichever you please"

oh archons he was really doing this.

your smile turned mischievous as you subtly looked around the hallway of your room.

he couldn't even react as his body was pulled inside and trapped between you and a wall.

you looked down on him, just like he used to do with you. you reversed the roles faster than he could believe.

and he fucking loved it.

he love the way you treated him, the way you handled him, the way your body looked and smelled

the way you walked and talked and went about your day.

with love sick, half lidded eyes he gazed into yours.

he fucking loved you, the thought of you. truly, he didn't know you so he couldn't love you as a person, just as the thing you made him see and believe.

you led him on just like you did with everyone else.

and he knew that, but af this point in time he didn't care, he wanted you, in whichever way possible.

he needed you or he might really go insane.

(as if he wasn't already)

with smooth movements you picked up his hand by his wrist, pulling a knife from your thigh-strap with your other hand.

"are you sure? you don't seem to be in the right mind right now?"

for anyone else this might've sounded sincere, but this is you we are talking about.

you were mocking him.

"i am you-" just as he wanted to go off and insult you in your face, you cut into his wrist, not to deep as to kill him of course, you wanted to keep you little 'peacemaker' to yourself for a while.

nobody would want him anyway and you were going to make sure no one was going to be good enough.

he should always crawl back to you.

he groaned in slight discomfort, but the white pain did nothing to sooth his incoming lust for more.

"lets try your pretty red blood first shall we? the metallic taste will go amazing with the sweetness of the white tea" you laughed quietly as you went to get your tea cup.

his mind was dazed and didn't even realize you went away, before you came back.

you gently took his still bleeding wrist again and dragged your tongue against the still flowing liquid.

you reached the wound and begun sucking and lapping at it as if your life depended on it.

when you decided you had enough you took a sip for your cup and let the flavours mix and do its wonders.

you closed your eyes.

he twitched and stared in wonder. would you like it? was it good? does he want to try? was he allowed to ask?

you were so close.

you let the flavour swish around in your mouth as he watched, a drop of diluted red running down your lip and chin, to your throat then vanish under you clothes.

"eyes up here" you whispered and took his face into your free hand, so he looked into your eyes.

you chuckled at his lustful gaze.

he was sure with the way you looked into his eyes you could read his mind.

"do you want to try? does my little 'peacemaker' want to try aswell?"

"i d-do- please let me try please"

oh he was so delicious. he looked so delicious while begging. you couldn't get enough.

you took your hand from his face and put your knife against your thumb, pressing and cutting into your finger.

he didn't get it at first but when you put your thumb against his wet, puffy lips and ordered "suck" he knew.

and he got even more excited, his body was showing symptoms he had almost never before.

he sucked on your finger, coating it in the same warm liquid he spit into your tea not to long ago.

you watched this pathetic little man take your thumb like the desperate little whore he was. amusing really, how this mighty harbinger got reduced to nothing but a stuttering, sucking and begging mess in a matter of a few minutes.

heh, you loved that- that thought that only you could do that.

you took a big sip of the tea, emptying the cup completely and he looked at you with glossed over dazed eyes.

his lips tainted the color of your blood and his face almost had the same color.

oh archons, who gave you such a blessing.

you dove in, connecting his lips with yours as he let out a startled sound.

you spit the white tea into his mouth and even tasted a little bit of your own blood as you shoved your tongue into his throat.

your desperate make out didn't last long. yet he yearned for more and more and more, more of something he couldn't get.

a sting of reddish saliva connect your tongue to his closed lips.

"come one, swallow now. lukewarm tea is bad tea" you tilted up his chin and as ordered, he swallowed.

him and his body, were so desperate, so so fucking desperate.

"please- fucking- please" you noticed in the tremble of his voice just how fucking needy he was now.

"how pathetic, really" you sneered, and he whimpered.

he might've just came on the spot.

he watched as your eyebrows furrowed, confused.

"did- did you really just- i didn't even touch you! just how much of a fucking whore are you?" you ful on laughed now.

just now he noticed the slight dampness of his pants and he clenched his eyes shut.

"well then- seems like i have another flavour to taste test"

"fucking bitch....

my bitch, only mine- forever and ever~"

[joanie-writes]

Omg just saw ur asks are open LES GOOO

OKAY SO IF U WANT COULD U LIKE WROTE LIKE Reader who occasionally does tarot and such and like Arthur maybe like asking for a reading and READER FINDS ABOUT HIS FEELINGS FOR THEM THROUGH THE READING AND HOW THE SITUATION WOULD UNFOLD

Hope I MADE THAT UNDESTANDIBLE ENOUGH THX ANS BYEEE

Tysm for the request, this was fun to write; got to pull out my own (cat themed) tarot cards for this bad boy

The Lovers

Seventy-eight cards, half a million possibilities.

Arthur Morgan x GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1.6k

From the moment you stepped foot into the Van Der Linde camp, you'd been a whirlwind. Originally you were brought in for your ability to pickpocket and charm anybody out of their money, but you had come with so many other pleasant surprises as well, to Arthur's discovery. For example, you could shoot with the best of them, even teaching him and the other boys a new flourish that you'd learned from a man on your travels to Brazil. That was another thing you had surprised the gang with, your rich collection of stories from all over and your knowledge on seemingly everything. Arthur had also happen to notice something else about you, but no matter. 

You had just finished one of your famous storytelling's, leaving Jack in amazement, Micah swearing that wasn't true, and Arthur in awe. "Pardon me, but I need another drink." You announced with a smile and got up from your place next to Mary-Beth. Admittedly, Arthur had watched you get up to admire your figure, but he also happen to notice a small box tumble out of your coat pocket while you did. 

While the others continued their chatter around the fire, Arthur got up to retrieve the box, it looked important. As he picked it up he discovered that it was a box of cards, but not like the ones he was familiar with. Instead of aces and spades on the front, there was a sun, moon, and stars. Were they supposed to be a child's deck or something? 

As you turned around from the crate of drinks, you nearly bumped right into Arthur, startling you. "Oh, hey Arthur, sorry." 

He waved a hand, "Don't worry, I just wanted to give you your cards back, they fell out of your jacket." 

You took the deck from his hand, grinning. "Thank you, I would've been so sad if I lost them." You looked up at him while you tossed the box in your hand before putting it back into your pocket. You handed Arthur a bottle of beer, as a thanks in a way, making him smile.

"What kind of cards are those? I've never seen a deck with the sun or anything on it." He tilted his head in wonder.

"They're uh, tarot cards, do you know what that is?" You asked, taking the deck out again to show him properly. Arthur shook his head no, examining the box a little closer. 

You took a few cards out of the box, the fool, and the emperor. "They're used for fortune telling, every card is unique with it's symbol and meaning. Like, if I pulled the fool here for, Micah, then that would make a lot of sense, or the emperor for Dutch." You chuckled, carefully placing the cards back in the box. 

"Huh, how come you carry them on you?" Arthur questioned, an amused (but curious) smile on his face. 

"Never know when you're gonna need to know the future, Arthur," You smiled cheekily, putting the deck away for now, "how about I give you a proper three card reading tomorrow, I'll cleanse them and everything." 

Arthur really hadn't grasped the purpose of the so called tarot cards you spoke of, but if it meant he got to spend some one on one time with you then he'd pretty much be willing to do anything. He also wanted to know how the hell you washed a deck of cards?

"Yeah, why not, sounds like fun." He replied, a hot blush forming on his face as you said, "Perfect." And left by playfully tapping his nose, then making your way back to the fire.

-

It was the next day, nearing the late afternoon. Arthur still wasn't back at camp and you were beginning to worry that he'd forgotten about the reading. You'd gone through the trouble of dragging a small table outside of camp, along with a couple chairs and even some of your special candles. 

Arthur had caught your attention the second Hosea introduced the two of you. He seemed so, special, compared to everybody else. He had this aura of goodness around him that you picked up on immediately. The silent strength and at the same time this impish nature in which he possessed intrigued you. And you wouldn't lie, he was also very good looking. 

You sat by the scout campfire, tapping your foot and waiting, growing antsy. The sound of horses brought your gaze up, a grin replacing the frown that had settled on your face. Deciding against approaching him, you continued waiting, hoping that he hadn't forgot, or maybe just didn't care. But alas, after he had gone into his tent for a few minutes, appearing with his hair fixed, his face cleaned of dust, and a fresh shirt, he came over to you. Your racing mind put to ease, now it was only your heart racing.

"Afternoon, sorry I was out all day, Bill led us into a right old mess." Arthur explained, his cheeks dusted pink. 

"Don't worry about it, you still up for that reading?" You raised your brows, standing up and waving the deck.

Arthur smiled softly, nodding before he spoke, "'Course."

You took Arthur's hand, causing the pink to turn beet red as he followed you along, he composed himself enough to ask, "Where'd you learn this magic card business from?" You laughed at his name for it, guiding him to his seat before taking your own.

"I stumbled upon a few metaphysical books when I was young, and then I met this woman named Julia from Italy who was an expert on this, she actually gifted me this deck." Arthur laughed and shook his head, expecting no less than another one of your oddly specific stories. "It's much better to be gifted a deck rather than buying one, better karma means more truth." You informed him, shuffling the cards with skill that Arthur had only seen at a high roller poker table once. 

"Ah, so I'm getting the best of the best here, huh?" He joked, smirking and watching you closely. 

"That's what you lot signed up for when you brought me on, isn't it?" Arthur barked a laugh, crossing his arms and relaxing into the flimsy wooden chair as best as his wide frame could. 

You both quieted down as you took a deep breath and shuffled through slower. Focusing on which cards buzzed in your hands, which ones stuck out. One at a time, you placed three cards faced down on the table before setting the rest of your deck down. Arthur's gaze mulled over the cards before lifting back up to you, patiently awaiting for whatever you'd say next. 

"Alright, this first card represents your past, Arthur." You flipped it over, revealing the wheel of fortune. "Is that bad?" Arthur asked timidly, his finger drumming along his forearm in anticipation. 

"No no, this is the wheel of fortune, it means a cycle of change, so I from my interpretation, that could mean that some big change from your past altered the course of your life and lead to something good, does that resonate with you?" 

"I suppose, running into Dutch and Hosea was pretty life changing, I don't even think I'd be alive without them." Arthur shook his head softly, thinking back on the past and how different things could have been. 

You nodded along to his words, taking in everything he had to say. "I'm glad, well next is the present, so you got, eight of pentacles," Arthur leaned forwards, his large hands resting against the table, "this usually alludes to working towards a goal, a pursuit, and it's paying off but you're just not quite there yet."

He nodded and you could see him processing your words, taking it in and applying it in his head. 

"And last but certainly not least, your future." You flipped the card, your face becoming heated at the picture of Adam and Eve. "The lovers." Arthur rubbed his thumb in his fist, glancing from the card to you. 

"You got a special somebody Arthur? This card means a relationship or something of the sorts is on the horizon for you." You busied yourself with cleaning up the cards, giving them a quick shuffle before placing them in the box once again. You silently prayed that he wasn't about to go on about some other person he'd been admiring, the very thought crushed you. 

"Well, I was hoping that would be with you." Arthur admitted, chuckling as you stopped moving just before you were about to blow out the candle. 

"What?" For once you were at a loss of words, unsure of what to say at the moment.

"Could I take you out sometime? Just the two of us. It's just, I've never been so, interested in somebody before I met you, and I well, I think you're great." Arthur's voice lowered towards the end of his sentence, ever so gently taking your hand into his on the table. 

You stood up, Arthur joining you as you held both of his hands now. The hands you would soon become so familiar and comforted by, the hands that at that moment held so much excitement and admiration. "I would love to. I think you're amazing, Arthur, I really do." He blushed at your words, the both of you slowly leaning towards the other.

His lips pressed to yours as yours pressed to his, officially signifying that the future was here, the present fleeting with every second passing.

Joined hand in hand, you two now the lovers personified, you both walked back to camp in bashful silence, only interrupted by a question Arthur just couldn't seem to drop, "So, how did you manage to wash a deck of cards?"

[saccharinesatoru]

Gimme Gimme (m). Part One.

Preview: Jaehyun bites his lip and looks you up and down once more, “All in due time, little one.”

Facade breaking momentarily, you cover your face with your hands as you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. Taeyong smiles brightly at the action, taking in your cuteness and mirroring a similar blush on his cheeks. Smiling at the exchange, Taeyong nods to you and hurriedly walks out of the room to quickly retrieve the paperwork for your adoption.

However, your action elicits a very different response from Jaehyun who smirks at your sudden shyness. Maybe she’s not as bold as we thought. It’s going to be so much fun to break her.

Pairing: nct 127 x black panther hybrid (f)

Genre: Hybrid AU, PWP, idolverse, M/F, smut (a lot of smut oh lord), series

Word count: 6k

warnings: this is actually pretty tame ngl idk like mentions of corruption and size kinks, jaehyun's horny, and that's about it

a/n: lmao i used to hear so much shit about hybrid and abo content from my friends but i have been obsessed with @neopuppy’s Boom series and I got her permission to write a 127 spinoff series! Idk how many parts this will be so bear with me okay thx bye and please enjoy! Check out her fics by the way bc i love her <3

Jay

---

The bathroom door rattled beneath Doyoung’s fist as he pounded on the door, “Fuck’s sake, Haechan! You’ve been in there for an hour now!”

Running a hand through his hair in frustration, Doyoung groaned, “Can you believe this? It’s a miracle our water bill hasn’t bankrupted the company.”

Taeyong just sighed from his position on the couch as he flipped through a magazine, “Hey, it's either long showers or some random girl’s annoying moans echoing through the dorm.”

Rolling his eyes, Doyoung leaned against the wall, “Don’t be stupid. There’s no way the company would risk a dating rumor just for us to get our dicks wet.”

“Ha, don't I know it,” Johnny scoffs as he walks into the room, “My dick might just shrivel up and fall off at this point.”

“Okay,” Taeyong closes his eyes briefly, “Not the image I wanted in my brain.”

Johnny jokingly winked and wiggled his eyebrows at the leader as he took a seat in the chair across from him.

“I don’t even know why Haechan is always locking himself away in the bathroom to jerk off. I mean, didn’t Dream get a bunny hybrid for this exact reason?”

Taeyong frowned, “I have no idea why they did that. Ethical dilemmas aside, aren’t they way too busy to even care for a hybrid? What are they supposed to do when she goes into heat? There’s no way they have that much energy to look after her- especially after practice.”

Johnny just shrugs, “Haechan mentioned something about her not having her first heat when she was adopted. I bet it was intense when it finally hit. It didn't help that she’s already matured… You two should just be glad that your roommate doesn’t lock you out of your room to get off. Jaehyun tells me how Jungwoo’s always kicking him out to yank his dick.”

“Again,” Taeyong groans, “Not the mental image I wanted.”

Johnny blows a kiss his way.

“Thank God,” Doyoung mutters as he finally hears the water shut off.

The bathroom door opens abruptly and steam comes billowing out as Haechan comes forwards with a towel around his waist, having heard the conversation of his housemates, “You guys don’t even understand. Believe me, I have been with a lot of hot girls before-”

“Much to everyone’s surprise,” Doyoung mutters under his breath.

Haechan just shoots the older boy a glare and continues, “Anyways, I’ve been with a lot of hot girls before, but hybrids are on a whole other level. Once you go hybrid, you never go back.”

Taeyong grimaces, “You’re sick, Haechan. They’re people too, and they have real, valid emotions. They’re not just toys for your own amusement.”

The youngest smirks, “Yeah, that’s what Renjun said, and now my bunny is calling him Daddy as he fucks her stupid.”

“Wasn’t Jaehyun asking to get a hybrid?” Johnny chimes in.

Doyoung furrows his eyebrows in thought, “I mean, it would solve our dry spell problem…”

Taeyong tosses his magazine onto the couch in frustration, “Are you guys even listening to a word I’m saying? What? Is this hybrid going to be our own personal sex slave or something?”

Haechan squints his eyes at that comment, “I mean, yeah. That’s kind of the whole idea here, Taeyong. Haven’t you been paying attention?”

Shooting him a glare, Taeyong continues, “How would that even work? One hybrid for nine guys to share? I know hybrids can be pretty insatiable during their heats, but are we going to have an orgy every time we wanna have sex?”

Taeyong asked the question as if the answer was an obvious ‘no’, but Johnny shrugged, “I mean, I wouldn’t be opposed.”

Doyoung shakes his head, “Hell no. Believe it or not, but not everyone wants to see your dick, Johnny. We’ll just work out some sort of schedule for sharing her. Like half a week she spends on the upper floor and the other half she spends here with us. We'll work something out."

Although Doyoung wasn’t entirely against the idea of polygamy, he didn’t want his first time with a hybrid to be in front of eight other guys.

The leader takes a quick moment to ponder it. It would be nice to get laid every once in and a while… The smartest option was to at least be involved with the hybrid adoption just to make sure everything went smoothly. The last thing the group needed was a rumor to be leaked that they were adopting their own personal sex toy. God knows they’ve had enough scandals already…

“Fine,” Taeyong conceded, “But we'll have to have some ground rules. Jaehyun and I will go to the adoption center to pick out a hybrid. But you all have to promise me we’re going to be responsible about this. That means looking after our hybrid’s needs beyond the sexual.”

“Agreed,” Doyoung and Johnny answer.

Haechan nods and interjects, “All I know is that I call first dibs on her if she’s a virgin because I still can’t believe Renjun got to fuck my bunny before I did… I wasn’t even there when her preheat kicked in! And from what Jeno told me, it sounded like she was cumming practically from kissing alone!”

“That must be good for your sake,” Johnny snorts, “because you can’t make a girl cum for shit.”

Haechan fumes and opens his mouth to retaliate before Taeyong can cut him off, “I’ll go give the upper floor the news…” Taeyong began, “Although, I’m sure the other members would probably get their own hybrid even if I disapproved.”

---

“This wig is itchy as fuck,” Jaehyun complained as he and Taeyong entered the adoption center.

Taeyong rolled his eyes, “Well, tough shit, because the last thing we need is to be spotted adopting a hybrid. It’s not like our company would defend us anyways; you know how they are.”

The younger boy just sighed at the comment. He knew full-heartedly that Taeyong’s comments were true, but that didn’t make his disguise any more comfortable.

They both stood at the front desk and waited to be seen by the receptionist. Although they both tried to remain as inconspicuous as possible, they probably drew more attention to themselves by their endless fidgeting as their nerves took hold.

Jaehyun was about to complain again about his discomfort before being interrupted by the man working the front desk.

“Hello, how may I help you, gentlemen? The man asked politely.

“Um- hello,” Taeyong cleared his throat, clearly anxious about the whole situation, “We, uh… You see, we...”

Jaehyun cut him off, “We have an appointment to view your hybrids up for adoption,” Jaehyun cut the older boy off.

The man nods and types away at the computer in front of him, gesturing with his hand for the two boys to follow him, “Ah, yes, of course. Right, this way,”

The two boys share a glance; Taeyong’s eyes filled with nervousness and Jaehyun’s filled with excitement.

“We have a wide array of hybrids. Tigers, puppies, leopards… Hell, we even have otter hybrids if you’re really interested! They’re quite rare, really,” The man trails off, “We had some young men a couple of weeks ago who adopted an adult bunny hybrid who hadn’t even had her first heat yet! Ah, I feel quite sorry for those boys, actually. I imagine those poor boys are being eaten alive by that girl’s appetite…”

Taeyong and Jaehyun look at each other with widened eyes.

“Luckily for you two gentlemen, we have since added to our selection, and I’m sure we have some hybrids here who are more suitable for your needs.”

Taeyong nods once more at the information. He always knew that there were a lot of rules for adopting a hybrid, but who could have guessed that there would be such a wide variety of hybrids to choose from.

“Very well, gentlemen,” the receptionist claps his hands, “if there is nothing else you need, I will leave your search. Please let me know if you require anything else.

Jaehyun and Taeyong both thank the helpful man and look towards each other when they are left alone.

“What do you think?” Taeyong asks.

Jaehyun sighs, “I think we have our work cut out for us.”

---

As soon as Taeyong stepped inside, he felt sweat gather in the palms of his hands. While Jaehyun walked normally down the hallway, pausing occasionally to drool at passing hybrids, Taeyong timidly crept down the hallway and fought the urge not to jump from the hybrids who looked at him as if he was some meal for them to eat. From the research Taeyong had done about hybrids beforehand, he knew hybrids attacking and eating humans was exceedingly rare, but that didn’t stop him from shying away from some of the hybrids who looked like they could chew him up and spit him out.

As he walked down the aisle, he gazed at the plaques of information for each hybrid.

Tiger hybrid

Age: 22

Height: 5’11”

Information: Removed from their previous home due to violent behavior towards the owner.

Taeyong’s eyes widened in shock and he gasped when the tiger hybrid snarled at him. He quickly walked away from the plexiglass enclosure.

His eyes wandered over to another hybrid.

Wolf hybrid

Age: 27

Height: 5’7”

Information: Highly disobedient and bratty towards facility employees. Playful, yet unaware of boundaries.

The description had Taeyong shaking his head. They needed someone reliable. In order for this whole ordeal to work, they had to find a hybrid who could adapt to their busy schedules.

Jaehyun strolled down the aisle beside Taeyong and looked at the hybrids around him. Maybe it was just because of how horny he had been recently and how desperate he was to get laid, but Jaehyun was eye-fucking practically every hybrid he passed.

He stopped to look at a leopard hybrid who was staring seductively at him through the plexiglass enclosure.

Leopard hybrid

Age: 19

Height: 5’6”

Information: Removed from their previous home after being caught stealing possessions from their owner and running away repeatedly.

Jaehyun bit his lip when he saw the hybrid wink at him and seductively lick her lips.

As desperate as he was to adopt the nearest hybrid and fuck her in the backseat of his car, he knew Taeyong would disapprove of this hybrid’s behavior. Jaehyun could just imagine the newspaper headlines and tabloid frenzies that would explode if they foolishly adopted this hybrid. And as tempting as she was, this hybrid was not worth the hassle… even though Jaehyun was certain she’d be a good fuck.

He mouths ‘sorry’ to the Leopard hybrid and moves on.

Taeyong continues down the hallway, making sure to read all the hybrid information carefully so he can make an informed, responsible decision about which one to adopt. Although Jaehyun’s requirements were practically limited to fuckability and ass and tit size, Taeyong knew he wasn’t leaving with a hybrid who was incompatible with their lifestyles.

Jaehyun stops beside the older boy and also reads the plaque before them.

Golden retriever hybrid

Age: 19

Height: 5’10”

Information: Returned for chewing on furniture and biting owner

Jaehyun grimaced. He was looking for a hybrid to fuck, not a hybrid to clean up after.

The further he walked down the aisle, the more intimated Taeyong got from some of the hybrids he was surrounded by. He had to find the perfect match for his housemates, otherwise, there would be no point in adopting a hybrid anyways.

Taeyong was about to reach the end of the hallway when he stopped to read the information of a hybrid who caught his eye.

“Hey, Jaehyun,” Taeyong waved the boy over, “Come look at this one.”

Black Panther hybrid

Age: 23

Height: 5’4”

Information: Recently rescued from the tropical rainforests of Southeast Asia, this hybrid is smart and mature for her age. Low maintenance, well-mannered, and personable, she is surprisingly docile for her hybrid breed.

Taeyong tilted his head to the side in curiosity. She seemed like a compatible hybrid, but he wanted to formally meet her before he got his hopes up.

Jaehyun joined Taeyong before the hybrid enclosure of interest and after reading the description, leaned a bit closer to see the disclaimer written in tinier font below the initial information.

WARNING: BECAUSE SHE WAS RECENTLY RESCUED AND NOT BRED IN CAPTIVITY, IT IS UNCLEAR WHETHER THIS HYBRID HAS HAD HER FIRST HEAT. THERE IS A CHANCE SHE MAY BE VERY SEXUALLY DEMANDING. THIS CAN BE POTENTIALLY EXHAUSTING ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING THAT OUR STAFF HAS NOT BEEN ABLE TO DETERMINE WHETHER THIS HYBRID HAS EVER BEEN EXPOSED TO SEXUAL ACTS.

Jaehyun couldn’t believe his luck.

After a drunken game of truth or dare, Jaehyun had accidentally revealed his corruption kink. And, of course, his members never failed to tease him about it. Getting laid period was hard enough as it is, but fucking a virgin was practically impossible. Jaehyun never had the time to properly corrupt a one-time hookup.

This was his chance. And Jaehyun felt like he could adopt her just by that information alone.

Once Taeyong had read the warning, he audibly gulped and shakily gestured for the facility's security to open the door for him. He approached the door and knocked thrice, wanting to demonstrate his respect for the hybrid's boundaries.

“Just follow my lead,” Taeyong muttered to Jaehyun who was practically vibrating in excitement, “Don’t do or say anything rash; you might scare her away.”

Jaehyun takes one look into the enclosure and just looks over to Taeyong with widened eyes, “She looks like that, and you expect me not to just bend her over and take her right there?”

Taeyong groans, “You’re an idiot. I really hope that was a joke.”

He mostly says it to himself because he knows that Jaehyun is so desperate to get laid that he might actually fuck a hybrid- not only in the adoption facility but even in the glass enclosure with everyone to see.

Taeyong places his hand on the doorknob and makes his way in slowly.

He lets himself in and feels Jaehyun stand beside him after passing through the doorway. The first thing he notices is that you're painting your nails a fierce shade of blood red. You hum a tune to yourself as you concentrate on your task.

Taeyong looked around the room and was pleasantly surprised to see the tidiness of the room. Some of the other hybrids’ rooms were disorderly and messy, but your room was well put together. You were sitting on a neatly made bed, and as Taeyong looked around the room, he noticed a small bookshelf with genres clearly labeled.

They really were right about you being well-mannered.

“Hello,” Taeyong nearly stuttered, “I’m Taeyong.”

You looked up from your nails, gave him a small smile, and nodded your head, “It’s nice to meet you Taeyong.”

Returning your gaze to your nails, you continue to hum the melody from before.

“Um,” Taeyong stutters, nervous about what the first impression he’ll make on you, “May... may we talk to you?”

You smirk down at your drying polish, “Isn’t that what we’re already doing?”

Taeyong blushes at your forwardness and shoots an uneasy look at Jaehyun, unsure of how to proceed in the conversation.

Jaehyun rolls his eyes at the boy. So much for following his lead.

The younger boy steps forward, now closer to where you sit on your bed. The closer he gets to you, The more his eyes take in your appearance. Sitting criss-cross on your bed, you were wearing a tiny white skirt and a red tank top. When his eyes focus on your upper legs, he could even see the smallest glimpse of your underwear, and he has to fight the urge not to take you right there.

Jaehyun clears his throat to get your attention, “I’m Jaehyun. It’s really nice to meet you, kitty.”

Your attention was effectively caught. Looking up from your nails quickly, Jaehyun swore he saw your bright green eyes sparkle.

“Kitty?” You ask him, getting up from your spot on your bed and walking over to him slowly.

Taeyong began to backtrack, “I- I’m sorry; we didn’t mean to offend you in any way-”

“It’s quite alright,” you smile once you finally reach the taller boy, bringing your hand up to softly brush his cheek, “I like the way the name comes from his lips.”

As quickly as you had touched his face, your hand is back at your side and you’re walking over to sit at your desk.

Taeyong chuckles nervously, his brain having trouble functioning with your confidence, and he wasn’t even the one you’d touched. He shakes his head slightly to regain his composure, “My housemates and I were looking to adopt a hybrid. I live with a group of guys, and we all work together. We would always provide for you, and you’d never have to worry about being mistreated… Does that sound like something you’d be interested in?”

You tilt your head to the side as if to ponder the thought for a moment.

Taeyong’s on edge worried he hadn’t gained your approval and that you’d turn down his offer. It didn’t help that your smell was intoxicating to him. He wasn’t nearly as close to you as Jaehyun is (partially because he was worried about invading your personal space but also because he was worried he might get hard by just the sheer smell of you alone) but your perfume and appearance were practically putting him into a trace.

Although you knew you came across as sultry and sexy, you had to focus your heart on not beating out of your chest.

You may be naive for your age, but you knew what Jaehyun and Taeyong were offering you. It wasn’t uncommon for hybrids to be adopted purely for sexual needs alone. In fact, many of the friends you had made in your short time at the facility had been adopted for similar purposes. Just a couple of weeks ago, the bunny hybrid across from you had been adopted by two boys for the same purpose.

It was no understatement to say you wanted to escape the hybrid facility by any means necessary. While the facility in itself was fine, you knew that the longer time you spent in captivity meant the less likely you were to be adopted. So, naturally, you knew that you had to pounce on the opportunity before you.

There’s just one problem.

You had never exactly… done that sort of thing before. Truth be told, you didn’t really know much about... that sort of thing at all.

When you had been rescued and brought to the facility, you had heard the debate among hybrid researchers as to whether or not you had already experienced your first heat. Some had suggested that you more than likely had already gone through your first heat purely based on your age alone. Other researchers theorized that your first heat could have been offset because of some trauma you may have experienced before your rescue. Either way, there was no conclusive test or procedure that would provide an answer to the question.

You, yourself, weren’t even sure if you had gone through heat yet. Your limited amount of knowledge about the topic hindered your understanding of your own body.

It didn’t help that it wasn’t exactly an...easy conversation to have.

You’d always find yourself blushing profusely and scurrying to another room whenever hybrids around you would mention the topic of heats.

Unbeknownst to you, Taeyong was having a similar sort of internal debate within his own head. Taeyong feared he had overstepped his boundaries. Perhaps he was too forward with his suggestion, or maybe Jaehyun’s obvious ogling at your chest had made you (understandably) uncomfortable.

Meanwhile, as you and Taeyong both overanalyzed every word of the encounter so far, Jaehyun was too busy thinking about what it’s like to fuck you until you forgot your own name.

Looking over your body while you contemplated their adoption offer, Jaehyun inspected your size. He was sure he could fuck you standing up and not even break a sweat.

The thought alone turned Jaehyun on more than it should have. He could imagine your tiny little pussy wrapped around his cock while your stomach bulges as he pounds into you-

“I like the sound of that. Honestly, I’m surprised you even asked in the first place,” you replied, effectively cutting off the train of thoughts for both boys.

Taeyong was shocked you had actually agreed. After all, while Jaehyun was thinking about how sweet you’d taste on his lips, Taeyong had been preparing himself for your rejection less than a minute ago.

The surprised boy snaps himself out of his daze and replies perhaps over-enthusiastically, “Great! Um- I guess I’ll go get the paperwork! Thank you so much!”

You just smile at his happiness, “I think I’m the one who should be thanking you.”

Jaehyun bites his lip and looks you up and down once more, “All in due time, little one.”

Facade breaking momentarily, you cover your face with your hands as you feel the blood rush to your cheeks. Taeyong smiles brightly at the action, taking in your cuteness and mirroring a similar blush on his cheeks. Smiling at the exchange, Taeyong nods to you and hurriedly walks out of the room to quickly retrieve the paperwork for your adoption.

However, your action elicits a very different response from Jaehyun who smirks at your sudden shyness.

Maybe she’s not as bold as we thought. It’s going to be so much fun to break her.

---

“Hey!” Doyoung half shouts at the members, “I thought I told you not to crowd the door!”

Haechan snorts, “Yeah, we heard you. We just don’t care.”

The other members laugh at the youngest’s statement while Doyoung just huffs, “You’re going to scare her if the first thing she sees when she walks into the dorm is a bunch of drooling boys fighting each other to get their dicks wet.”

While Taeyong and Jaehyun were away at the adoption center, Doyoung had been studying hybrids on this phone. He had learned that hybrids could be very sensitive to stimulation- especially scent.

Although Taeyong and Jaehyun hadn’t answered his text asking about what type of hybrid they had gotten specifically and/or how sensitive the hybrid’s senses were, Doyoung knew the last thing a hybrid wanted when they first entered an environment was a group of sex-hungry boys.

Mark furrowed his eyebrows, “Maybe we shouldn’t overwhelm her when she gets here. Maybe Doyoung is right.”

Doyoung throws his hands up in frustration, “Of course I’m right!”

Haechan just flips the older member off and turns towards an anxious-looking Mark, “Trust me, dude. If this hybrid is anything like my bunny, then she’ll be begging for cock almost immediately after she gets a taste of us.”

Mark blushes at the comment while Doyoung just groans.

Johnny takes a seat on the couch next to Yuta and Taeil, “You need to relax, Doyoung. I’m sure this hybrid knew what she was signing up for when she met Taeyong and Jaehyun. I mean, Jaehyun isn’t exactly discreet when he’s eye-fucking someone.”

Yuta nods in agreement, “Yeah, and if we’re being honest, it would be a miracle if Taeyong didn’t pop a boner just by looking at her. Jaehyun texted me after they paid for her adoption, and he said she’s totally worth every penny.”

“She better be,” Taeil mutters, “She was expensive as fuck.”

Doyoung’s eyes widen when he processes Yuta’s comment, “Wait! They texted you about her? They wouldn’t answer my texts!”

Yuta just shrugs as he scrolls through his phone again, “Maybe you’re just annoying.”

Haechan raises his hand, “I’ll have to agree.”

Doyoung groans even louder now and Johnny pulls his arm down, making the younger boy sit on the couch beside him, “They’re just kidding, Doyoung. You’re a nice kind of annoying.”

Glaring at the second oldest, Doyoung curses at him.

“I’m just kidding!” Johnny laughs, “You’re just got a bunch of pent-up stress in you. And some freaky hybrid sex will take your mind off it.”

“Yeah,” Taeil agrees, “Why stress the fuck out when you can fuck the stress out?”

Yuta raises a hand and high fives Taeil without even looking up from his phone.

Doyoung opens his mouth to retaliate when a door down the hall opens and a nicely dressed Jungwoo steps out from the bathroom.

“What are you wearing? Are you going to a funeral? Did someone die or something?” Yuta asks, finally looking up from his phone.

“What? Of course not,” Jungwoo rolls his eyes at Yuta’s comment, “I just wanted to put something nice on for the hybrid I’m about to fuck into next week.”

Haechan begins coughing as Jungwoo approaches the rest of the group, “Dude, what the fuck? Why do you smell?”

Mark inhales as well and begins waving his hand in front of his face as his eyes tear up, “You smell like you walked into a cologne store and dumped every bottle over your head.”

“Don’t be stupid,” Jungwoo rolls his eyes, “Obviously I didn’t do that. I just wanted to look and smell nice for my hybrid.”

“Our hybrid,” Johnny corrects.

Haechan leans against the wall beside the door, “Oh, and just so we’re clear, I’m going to be the first one to fuck our hybrid- virgin or not. And if any one of you disagrees, I will end you.”

“Yeah,” Johnny laughs as he side eyes with Yuta, “Sure thing, Haechan.”

Doyoung cuts off Haechan before he’s about to curse Johnny out, “Anyways, Jungwoo, you clearly know nothing about hybrids. They have a really sensitive sense of smell. And if first impressions are as important to hybrids as they are to humans, then she’ll want to stay as far away from you as possible.”

Jungwoo’s eyes widen in shock, “Fuck.”

Before Jungwoo can run into the bathroom and shower as quickly as humanly possible, the sound of keys jingling at the door draws all the members’ attention to the front of the dorm.

Taeyong and Jaehyun step in first and the other members make a hand motion to move out of the way so that they can get a better look at their new hybrid. As soon as the two boys move out of the way, the group gets a good look at the savior from their dry spell.

“Holy-” Taeil doesn’t even finish his comment as his eyes scan over your figure.

Mark finally understands Yuta’s comments about how easily Taeyong would get a boner while looking at the hybrid currently standing in the doorway.

You're hot as fuck.

A lot of things are going through your mind as you step foot in the dorm. First, you’re surprised to see just how many boys Taeyong and Jaehyun lived with. You knew they were split between two floors, of course. But nine boys was a lot no matter how they were split.

The next thing you noticed was how attractive each boy was. It was like looking at a group of supermodels. And you felt yourself grow nervous at the thought of being alone with them.

The final thing that passed your mind was the curiosity of what they might want to do to you. You tried your best not to gulp as the boys stared at you like a piece of meat.

You felt your hands tremble, and you hid behind Taeyong slightly, having already grown somewhat comfortable in his presence. Although you had met Jaehyun at the adoption center as well, the way he looked at you made your stomach feel like it was in knots…. Although you couldn’t quite understand why considering you had never felt that way before.

“Aw, would you look at that?” Haechan cooed in a teasing tone, “She’s shy. Reminds me of another girl I know…”

Doyoung, having stood up from his spot on the couch and walked over to the youngest while the door began to open, jabbed him in the ribs. The only thing worse than overstimulation of senses during this first interaction would be if Haechan brought up the other hybrid he’d turned into his sex slave.

Johnny slowly got up from his place on the couch and approached the shy hybrid, “Hey there, I’m Johnny.”

The second oldest extended his hand for the pretty hybrid before his eyes to shake, but you just looked at his hand and back up at his face.

Internally, you knew that these men would see right through your confident facade if you couldn’t even meet them without being shy. You worried that if you weren't... sexually experienced, the boys would send you back to the facility and adopt another hybrid.

It didn’t help your nerves that all the men were so attractive. You had known hybrids in the facility who were pretty, sure, but these men were like gods compared to anyone you had ever seen before- human or hybrid.

You swallowed your anxiety and stuck out a shaky hand towards the man who had just introduced himself, “I-it’s nice to meet you, Johnny.”

It took everything for Taeyong not to coo at your cuteness. While the other members were mainly looking forward to fucking your brains out, Taeyong couldn’t help but see you as his little toy- and not in a sexual way. Rather, he saw you as his little doll. He just wanted to cradle you in his arms and play with your pretty hair. He wanted to dress you up in pretty clothes and dust your cheeks in an even prettier blush.

Haechan nearly shoved Johnny out of the way and introduced himself to you, “Hey there, gorgeous. I’m looking forward to playing with you.”

Your cheeks heated up again at that comment, and you gulped audibly. Doyoung wanted to slap the youngest member for saying that. In all honesty, Doyoung wanted to slap Haechan for most things.

All the members introduced themselves. Some members were sweet and gentle like Taeyong while other members gave off similar impressions as Jaehyun. Either way, regardless of how they introduced themselves, you knew they’d soon be expecting more out of you than just a handshake.

The member you were most intimidated by was a Japanese man by the name of Yuta. You remembered his introduction most clearly from the words he spoke to you as he brushed his hand against your cheek, moving a piece of hair from your face.

“We’re gonna have so much fun together. I can already tell,” he said almost darkly.

The final member to introduce himself stepped forward towards you, “Hello there, baby. My name is Jung-”

“Oh my God,” you yelped, shielding your hands to your face and clenching your eyes shut, “What is that smell?”

Doyoung turned towards Jungwoo with an expression that very clearly conveyed ‘I told you so’.

“Here,” Taeyong pulled off his jacket and handed it to you to put over your face and conceal your eyes and nose, “Let’s get you out of here, alright?”

Taeyong guided you out of the main room and towards his own. He knew you’d feel safer there considering you were already comfortable with his scent and he didn’t share a room with any other members.

Once you were gone, Jaehyun leaned over and slapped Jungwoo on the shoulder, “Nice going, jackass. You scared her off. I was alright about to take her to my room and fuck her throat.”

Jungwoo threw his hands up in defense, “How was I supposed to know she would react like that?”

The other members groaned at his antics and one by one walked to their respective rooms as the disappointment of not being able to fuck you set in.

Doyoung rubbed his hand over his face, “I knew you shouldn’t have worn that cologne.”

“For once,” Haechan began, “I actually agree with Doyoung.”

---

For the next week and a half, none of the members had gotten any action at all- not even kissing. And it was definitely an understatement to say they were going out of their minds.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Jahyun groans, “Why did we even get a hybrid if we weren’t going to be able to fuck her whenever we wanted to?”

Johnny flipped through television channels aimlessly, “You said it, bro. I was horny enough when she wasn’t living with us, but I feel like I might even cum in my pants from how blue my balls are.”

Jaehyun groaned once more and threw himself back on the couch, “This is insane. She’s so fucking hot, and every day I get a little more on edge thinking about how she’s sleeping right down the hall every half week when she’s staying on our floor.”

“Yeah, I was wondering about that,” Johnny says while looking towards the younger boy, “Why are you here so often. We’ve always lived so close to each other, and yet you never used to visit us as frequently as you do now. What? You think you’re going to miss out on some sort of action with our kitty cat or something?”

Even Johnny’s choice of words about their hybrid turns him on, “I sure as fuck hope I won’t be missing anything. I don’t give a damn about what Haechan says. If I get the chance to fuck her first, he can cry about it all he wants.”

“Cry about what?” you ask, walking into the living room where the two members were sat.

“It’s nothing, really. Don’t worry about it,” Johnny says reassuringly with a little smile.

Jaehyun takes one look at your outfit and runs a hand through his hair in frustration. His ability to hold himself back from you continued to wane whenever you’d wear short little skirts like the one you were wearing now.

You were sporting one of Taeyong’s shirts as well, and it practically drowned you. His size kink was certainly driving him wild at the moment.

“No, tell me,” you pouted and whined as you walked towards them, taking a seat next in between the two members and placing a hand on Johnny’s thigh, “I wanna know.”

Jaehyun sucked in a breath and turned towards Johnny, wondering what they should tell you.

Taeyong had made it very clear that he didn’t want any of the members to pressure you into doing anything you didn’t feel comfortable doing.

However, the more Jaehyun got to be around you, he had the creeping suspicion that you weren’t as bold as you pretended to be.

He had suspected it at the adoption agency, of course, but he noticed it more and more around the dorms. From your first interaction with the members and shying away from introductions to blushing and muttering an apology when a member brushed against you. Jaehyun knew you weren’t as confident as you pretended to be.

And Jaehyun was so looking to exploit it.

“Well, baby,” Johnny began while noticing your cheeks warm up from his use of the pet name, “We were just talking about how much… pain I’ve been in recently.”

Your eyes widened at the comment, “Pain? Are you okay? What kind of pain?” You asked frantically.

“In pain right here,” Johnny grabs your hand softly and places it over his crotch.

Your eyes widen once more and your mouth is agape.

“Me too, kitty,” Jaehyun breathes while placing your other hand over his own crotch.

You’re now sitting with each hand over each boy’s crotch, and your whole body feels hot to the touch. You gasp when Jaehyun’s crotch begins to harden, “W-what’s that? Why is it hard?”

“It’s painfully hard, baby. You don’t like seeing us in pain, do you?” Jaehyun asks, looking at you whilst biting his lip to keep from moaning as he rubs your hand against his cock through his jeans.

“O-of course not,” you stutter, turning back and forth to look at both boys, your hands still on them.

“You can help us feel better,” Johnny rasps slightly, “You want to make us feel better, right, baby?”

You pout and look at both boys with big eyes.

“...Yes.”

---

a:n// there it is dudes. Sorry it took me so long to write this lmao hopefully u enjoyed it

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[writer-akihiko]

Hello! New follower here, love your work!

Can I request an MC that just came out of a bad relationship before coming to the IkeVamp mansion? For Arthur, Theo and Mozart if possible. If you don't feel comfortable with the topic feel free to not do it!

Thx ♥️

He's Not Worth It: Arthur, Theo + Mozart

An ask that I had a lot of fun doing! Also, welcome new follower. I tried to give the MC in these scenarios different kinds of bad relationships [if that makes sense] so there are a few warnings, but the boys are loving. Cut for length.

Warnings: mentions of neglectful relationships, mentions of cheating, mentions of lying + promise breaking, mentions of emotional manipulation

Arthur Conan Doyle

For as much as he flirted with you, he thought you were going to push him away. To his surprise, you weren't welcoming but you were… surprised

He never stopped his flirtatious behaviour, but it intrigued him that you almost… appreciated his many pick up lines, and his closeness to you

You two were comfortable around each other. It was as if you knew each other for centuries with how you both worked around each other

A relationship was quick to bloom, and shortly after Arthur confessed about his own past to you. And in reply, you did the same…

You captured Arthur's much larger hands in yours, kissing the tips of his fingers as he finishes his tale about his past. You understood him in a way, which simply furthered his curiosity about you. Arthur was quick to wrap his hands around yours, before kissing the top of your hand. "I can tell you want to tell your story as well, my love."

You nodded, your shoulders shrinking as you tried to gather your courage. Arthur's presence and soft encouragements were enough to get you out of your meek shell. You lifted your head, looking straight at Arthur. "The truth is… the moment I came to mansion was just the day after I separated from my previous lover."

Now this… this was something he couldn't predict. He let you continue, far too surprised to have any input of his own. You took a deep breath once more. "It wasn't a good relationship. He… He was neglectful of me, and thought lowly of me. I've never received a compliment once from him, since he'd always say I was undeserving of any. So when you walked into my life, I…"

Arthur's arm wrapped around your waist, pushing you onto his lap. Your frame locked in perfectly with his, as his other hand crept to your cheek. You leaned into his warm hand, as he pressed a soft, yet loving kiss on your lips this time, cradling your head into the kiss. He was the first one to pull away, his eyes half-lidded with the drunk taste of you.

"Oh my love… How could such a monster touch you? It disgusts me, but that man should be grateful that he's in another timeline," He muttered. His hands adjusted your position, as if you were straddling him. "YN, I'll make you forget him. I swear on it, by drowning you in so much affection that you'd never find yourself lacking in love ever again…"

Theodorus Van Gogh

Theo was not someone who approached you first. Well, perhaps it was a lie since he was lured by the scent of the pancakes to the kitchen…

Initially, he and you got along, with the occasional teasing. The conversations moved onto him talking about his business, particularly with him dealing with artist

Despite your admittance for never understanding it, he couldn't get why you were so eager to hear his stories. He'd turn red when you tell him to go on

A relationship was bound to bloom, yet Theo wanted to know the reason behind your constant compliment to him

Although your relationship just began, Theo didn't rush into such things as physical affection. He respected your boundaries, since Theo didn't want to overwhelm you. It made him jump at every chance to hang out with you, in this day, particularly with making pancakes with you. "What is it that you want to tell me about?"

You knew it was coming. Before accepting Theo's confession, you had told him that there were your boundaries, considering what happened to you. You snapped out of your thoughts, feeling Theo's palm on the small of your back. He was gentle with you, for as curt as he was. "Listen well Theo," You said. "Before you… there was another man in my life. And… he didn't treat me well, per say."

Theo's hand balled into a fist, but your hand brushed over his bicep, as if to calm him down. "I'm okay Theo," You told him. His muscles relaxed, but he tugged you to his side, as if to protect you from those memories. You continued with your story. "He… was a very manipulative man. Even though he's cheated multiple times, I somehow find myself accepting him. One day I couldn't take it anymore, so I left him."

Theo pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, muttering, "You did good, Hondje. If I ever meet him I'll give him a few punches for you…"

His aggression was almost adorable. You returned another kiss to him, right under his jaw. "Theodorus Van Gogh… the trust and love you've shown me… it's beyond my words on how it's healed me."

His arms gathered underneath your thighs, abruptly lifting you to meet his gaze. The stares did not last, as Theo peppered butterfly kisses on your neck and collarbone, with mutters of praise and 'Gosh I love you's in between. It was then, for the first time, you replied with a soft "I love you too, Theo."

Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart

Mozart is not someone who was initially friendly towards you, but you openly respected that he was honest with you. It was odd to him, that you took such insults with a smile…

The usual talks in between your cleaning never furthered into anything much, that was until Mozart made a promise to take you out to town in exchange for your assistance for cleaning his piano so well

He found it strange that you were so expectant of it, but at the same time you were hesitant with it. He misunderstood it as you being embarrassed since it could be taken as an invitation to a date

In the end, he was a stiff mess, incapable of holding your hand as his mind kept scolding himself for being upfront with you. It was then, with a tug of his sleeve, you got his attention at the isolated hill, overlooking the town below…

"Thank you for keeping your promise, Mozart," You said, your hand feathering his own, as if about to grasp his hand. His hand was the first to encircle your wrist like you were about to disappear from the crowd, but not a single soul was seen. You smiled, meeting eyes with him. Your free hand brushed the tendrils of his hair out of his eyes, revealing those lavender hues that you love so much.

He huffed, embarrassed that he didn't groom himself properly. He was in a rush, trying to make it on time. To your thanks, he reciprocated with fully gripping your hand, his slender fingers grasping onto your coarse hands. The silence was broken by Schelm, who had found a field mouse for himself to play with.

The conversations were mild, but around you Mozart was more… open than he'd usually be. He was unsure what prompted him to ask about your nuance behaviour, but the reply was worth his annoyance and anger.

"My past lover was someone who never kept promises," You shuffled in your place, looking at the ground. "I didn't… have any hope for anyone's promises afterwards. When you upheld your promise, I was overwhelmed."

"Such a waste of human," Mozart muttered, his grip on your hand tightening, as if to console you. Sure, he's had experience with those kinds of people, but to push someone like you to a point… It was unacceptable. It was a moment out of love for you that he was angry, but it was much more important to tend to you than his own rage.

He pulled your hand to his lips, feathering a kiss on your hand. His eyes bore into your own, as he whispered. "I'll make a promise to you then, YN. A promise to love you, if you'll allow me," He said, another arm lingering just above your waist, your bodies getting closer and closer. Another quick kiss was to your cheek, as he leaned to your ear. "And the day I break that promise will be the day that my own heart breaks for you."

[mercurygguk]

cockblocked. (m) | jjk

➵ summary; in which a pair of best friends are hopelessly in love with one another but they’re both too dumb to realize, even when everyone around them are dropping hints every five minutes. or alternatively; “you’re an idiot for thinking I wouldn’t love you back.”

pairing; jeongguk x f. reader

word count; 15.8k

rating; 18+

content; roommates au + friends (idiots) to lovers, smut/fluff/angst

warnings; mentions of alcohol, swearing, explicit sexual content, dirty talk, cum eating, oral sex (f. receiving), stupid jeongguk and stupid reader

a/n; i’ve been wanting to write a oneshot for so long with the ultimate boyfriend version of gguk, so i started writing with this gguk in mind. i hope you like it! ALSO, this is heavily unedited, so ignore any typos thx – enjoy!

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Music is blaring through the speakers, shaking your body as you stand against the wall, watching people get shitfaced and stick their tongues down each other’s throats. There’s an untouched drink in your hand. It’s lukewarm by now and definitely tasting way worse than when it was made. You hate yourself for always saying yes to joining your friends at this type of scene. Quite simply, you hate every single thing about parties at frat houses. The music is shit, it’s nothing compared to your own favorite chill playlist filled with ballads and old classics. The alcohol smells and tastes like crap, and it doesn’t get you nearly as drunk as it should. To top it all off, your friends had left you alone for two random guys, so in conclusion, this night could’ve been better but it could’ve been much worse as well you suppose. It’s not like you’ve done anything stupid, so really, what’s the problem?

It’s not even that late when you decide to make your way upstairs. There must be a quieter place in this huge house where you can sit in silence until you deem it acceptable to leave again. But as you push your way past couples practically having sex on the staircase, you realize that all rooms are most likely taken. Maybe you should just leave now? You chuckle at your own situation. You haven’t even been here for two hours and you’re already planning on going home again. You shake your head to yourself as you continue your walk upstairs. It won’t hurt to see if you just happen to be lucky enough to find an empty room in this gigantic house.

The first room you come across seems quiet as you press your ear against the door’s surface. You take the chance and grab the handle before pushing yourself inside. You stop in your tracks when one of the two in there turns to look at you, the other one sitting with their head down a bucket. You grimace as you back out of the room, closing the door behind you. The smell of puke haunts you as you move on to the next door.

“Last room better be empty,” you whisper to yourself after checking almost every single room upstairs. You push yourself inside without a single warning to those who may be on the other side of the door. The scene in front of you doesn’t surprise you at all as you stay in the doorway. The pair stops their actions upon your presence.

“I swear that’s the seventh person to barge in here!” The girl, who was being grinded on by the dude on top of her, whines. The guy turns his head to look at you, a glare evident even though it’s mostly dark in the room. “And suddenly I’m not in the mood anymore,” the girl groans as she pushes Mr. Fuckboy off her, “see you around, Jeon.”

You watch with an amused smirk as the girl yanks her shirt off the ground, slipping it on and pushing past you out of the room, her shoulder bumping against yours. You chuckle to yourself, wondering why some girls just had to be like that. The guy you now know as ‘Jeon’ gets up from the bed, turning to face you fully. He’s not wearing a shirt which allows you to see the sleeve of tattoos on his right arm. His pants are unzipped and his belt is unbuckled, and yet he doesn’t seem fazed at all. You cock a brow at him as he finally notices and reaches down to zip his pants and buckle his belt.

“Thanks for cockblocking me by the way,” ‘Jeon’ shoots at you, making you scoff and cross your arms over your chest.

“Well, it’s not entirely my fault,” you defend yourself, gesturing to the door beside you, “you could’ve just locked the door.”

He chuckles at your defensive tone as he grabs his sweatshirt off the floor. He slips it over his head, messing his black, curly hair up even more than it was before. That girl must’ve had a good grip on it for it to look like such a mess in this very moment.

“Why are you even in here?” Jeon asks, reaching up to run a hand through his hair. It tames it a bit, you think to yourself as you watch it fall back onto his forehead and slightly into his eyes. Not bothering to answer his question, you decide on stepping further into the room, making your way to the balcony that happened to be in this exact room. Jeon watches you as you open the doors and head outside into the chilly night air. He follows behind, joining you on the balcony. Why he does so wonders the both of you. He leans on the railing beside you, looking at the side of your face. “Party not fun enough?”

You chuckle. “Just not my typical scene,” you tell him, glancing at him.

The stranger, who goes by ‘Jeon’ so far, is still looking at you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “What is your typical scene then?”

This dude’s sudden interest in you doesn’t go unnoticed by you, so you decide to finally look at him fully instead of the drunk people on the front lawn below you.

“Somewhere quieter, somewhere you’re actually able to talk to people,” you explain to him, “and if there’s food, even better!”

This makes him laugh lightly, a glint in his eyes that makes your stomach tingle in a funny way. “A foodie then?”

You nod, a wide smile on your face. “Huge foodie.”

“What’s your name?” He asks, seeming genuinely interested in knowing it. “I’m Jeongguk.”

“___,” you tell him, “it’s nice to meet you, Jeongguk.”

He grins, a bunny smile appearing and you can’t help but think about how ridiculously cute he actually is. And yet still a fuckboy, without a doubt.

“Nice to meet you too, ___.”

You both watch the drunk people below in silence. You wonder what he’s thinking about. Does he think the same about these people as you or is he usually one of them? Maybe he’s one of those people who attends every single frat party. But he doesn’t seem to be very drunk at the moment. You’re about to ask him when he turns to look at you, eyes slightly wide with a glint in them as if he just thought of something brilliant.

“Wanna go somewhere else?” He suddenly asks. You squint your eyes at him, wondering what place he possibly could be thinking about. “I know this great place that has really good frozen yoghurt.”

You can’t help but let out a laugh, “you want frozen yoghurt at almost 1 am?”

He nods, a boyish smile on his face. “Yeah, why not? This party sucks aaaand you totally cockblocked me, so I see no reason to stay here anymore.”

Rolling your eyes, you chuckle at his attempt to make you feel guilty once again. “I stand my ground,”  you snicker, “you could’ve just locked the door, dumbass.”

Jeongguk shrugs it off, a tiny smirk appearing on his lips. “So, is that a yes?”

You purse your lips, pretending to think about his question when in reality you had made up your mind the second he mentioned frozen yoghurt. Food is never questioned, you always say yes when your friends ask, and now also when Jeongguk asks. You nod, smiling widely.

“Yeah, frozen yoghurt sounds really good, actually.”

Jeongguk grins, grabs your hand before pulling you back inside and out of the room. A mild tingle erupts in your stomach as you look down at how tightly his hand is gripping yours. You shake the thoughts from your head as you follow behind, letting him guide you downstairs to where the party is still ongoing. He pushes his way through the crowd of people, glancing back at you once in a while to make sure you’re still with him. Were you really just about to leave this party, leave your friends behind to get frozen yoghurt with a complete stranger? Guess so. Were you starting to regret saying yes? Surprisingly, no.

As you ride with the bus to the downtown part of the city, you learn a few things about Jeongguk. He tells you that he’s majoring in photography and that his camera is his most prized possession, he tells you about how he’s a huge gym rat and that he’s basically living his life at the gym when he isn’t studying or running around with his camera. You learn that Jeongguk loves food more than anything and that he’s quite a chef himself (but you also learn that he isn’t one to brag, so you basically had to force it out of him). He also tried to assure you that he wasn’t a fuckboy, which you had claimed him to be when you interrupted him in that bedroom. You only laugh it off, patting him on the shoulder as if to tell him it’s okay, that you don’t judge him for whatever sex life he’s living.

You find yourself enjoying his company more than you had expected to, laughing more than you ever would’ve at the frat party. Even at some point throughout the bus ride, your one leg had somehow managed to rest over his thigh, his hand on it as if it’s the most normal position for the two of you. And there’s not a single moment of awkward silence during the entire trip to that frozen yoghurt place which Jeongguk had been gushing about since you got on the bus.

“Why is this place even open so late?” You ask as Jeongguk holds the door open for you. You walk inside the shop, him following right behind. Before Jeongguk can answer your question, you gasp loudly as you take in the size of the place Jeongguk brought you to. He chuckles from beside you, grabbing your hand once again to pull you to the yoghurt machines. Your mouth is agape in amazement as you grab a cup, starting to mix different flavours. “Jeongguk, there’s too many flavours! How am I supposed to make one without having to pay a shit ton of money?”

Jeongguk laughs, eyes scrunching together and pearly white teeth showing. “I guess that means we have to visit again soon?” He says, more like a question than a statement.

You nod excitingly, making him laugh once again.

Jeongguk ends up paying for yours even after you fight him on it, but he didn’t take no for an answer and left you to watch as he paid for both cups of yoghurt, yours ending up more expensive than you had intended.

“Thanks, that was really kind of you,” you softly tell him as he hands you your cup, playfully glaring at him as he does so. “It’s on me next time.”

He shrugs it off, smiling softly. “Don’t worry about it, ___.”

You seat yourselves inside a booth, eating your frozen yoghurt in comfortable silence. Jeongguk finishes it rather quickly causing you to widen your eyes at his empty cup. You’re about to tell him he’ll end up with a brain freeze but the said brain freeze beats you to it. You watch as Jeongguk brings a hand to his forehead, groaning in agony.

“Fuck,” he swears, “wasn’t thinking about this when I shoved that down.”

You laugh, grimacing yourself as he grimaces in pain. After a while, it stops and Jeongguk rubs his forehead with a sigh.

“You good?” You ask as you try to stifle another laugh. He nods, glaring at you and then the empty cup in front of him. Pushing it to the side, you chuckle. “It’s not the yoghurt’s fault, Jeongguk.”

He sighs deeply as he leans back in his seat, watching you as you finish yours. You glance at him occasionally, offering him a small smile once in a while as well. His eyes are captivating in a way, dark brown irises and long lashes. You can’t hold his stare for long without feeling like he’s seeing right through you and reading everything there’s going on inside your head. A tiny crush is starting to develop at the bottom of your stomach, but you try to ignore it, not wanting to go in that direction right now.

“You never told me about yourself,” he then says, catching your attention once again as he leans over the table. You look at him, confused. “It was just me talking about myself on the way here and we never got to talk about you.”

“Oh!” You exclaim, “well, there isn’t much to tell.”

Jeongguk scoffs with a chuckle. “Come on, there has to be something.”

You think for a bit, trying to think about what you can tell him that could possibly be interesting for Jeongguk to hear about. “But what do you wanna know?” You ask him, smiling.

“Mhm,” he hums, “well, first of all, what’s your major?”

“English,” you answer.

He nods at that. “Favorite color?”

“Yellow.”

“Favorite animal?”

Without thinking, you smile and answer: “Bunnies.” 

You swear you see Jeongguk’s cheeks redden as the word leaves your mouth. You smile to yourself, resting your chin in your palm as you watch him, his cheeks flushed. He rubs his chin, searching for another question. 

“Ah! Celebrity crush?”

“Gong Yoo,” you sigh, dreamy gaze with what you’d call a real-life ‘heart eyes’ emoji expression on your face. Across from you, Jeongguk is pretending to gag. You swat at him, giggling lightly. “Shut up! You’re just jealous.”

“Never,” he retorted quickly, making you smirk slightly. “Okay, last question.”

You wait, anticipating something but not sure what exactly.

“Can I have your number?”

There’s nothing to do to stop the blush that colors your cheeks as you nod, smiling at him for being so damn smooth. He hands you his phone with a small smile, you type his phone number in and hand him his phone back. Jeongguk laughs as he notices how you put your name in his phone; ‘cockblocker <3′

“I’m glad we did this,” he suddenly says, his expression a serious but soft one. You nod in agreement.

“Me too,” you tell him, meaning it. This night turned out way better than you had expected, and it was all because you happened to cockblock Jeon Jeongguk.

You run around your dorm room with a towel wrapped around your body, wet hair all over the place as you try to figure out where you left your phone. Your phone is currently ringing and you know without a doubt who it is, but you can’t answer him because you might have lost it in the pile of clothes on your bed and floor.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit,” you hiss to yourself repeatedly as you rummage through the clothes, the ringing of your phone becoming more persistent if that’s even possible. Then it stops ringing before you have the chance to locate it. You continue to look as you sigh, knowing it will most likely ring again in a few seconds. But it doesn’t. Instead there’s a knock on your door. You glance down at your body. 

“Great, still naked,” you groan to yourself and move to the door, opening it and revealing your curly-haired best friend (who may you mention looks exceptionally good in his ripped blue jeans, black hoodie and white sneakers). He marches into your room before you even get to greet him. You close the door after him before turning to look at him. You grip the towel tightly, terrified it will fall if you let go. And cause a very awkward situation for you and Jeongguk.

“What’s taking you so long? We have to-” Jeongguk stops as he turns to face you, just now realising you’re only wrapped in a towel and not fully dressed at all. “Oh.”

Your lips turn into a straight line, nodding. “Yep.”

His cheeks turn a slight red color as he quickly turns back around, his back to you. “Sorry,” he then says. You laugh at his embarrassment, clearly not as fazed about this as him. And he’s supposed to be the girl magnet, you think to yourself.

“Calm down, Gguk. I decided to let you in even though I’m basically naked, so really, don’t worry about it.”

He glances at you over his shoulder, not even slightly discreet about the way he looks you up and down. You feel your cheeks slightly heat up, noticing the way his eyes linger on your hand which is still clutching the towel tightly. It has been almost 9 months since you met Jeongguk at the frat party and there has been a slight tension of something you can’t quite decipher ever since. There have been more than several moments like these where Jeongguk is staring at you a bit too long or his touch lingers on you for a while longer than they probably were supposed to. You always shrug it off, not thinking too much of it because it’s probably all in your head anyway.

Jeongguk sits himself down on your bed, gesturing to the bathroom. “Well, get dressed already. Jimin’s performance is in like 30 minutes.”

“Right!” You shriek, now remembering what the purpose of your shower was. 

Jimin is Jeongguk’s best friend from high school and is a year ahead of you and Jeongguk at the same college. Jimin is a dance major, doing all kinds of dances varying from hiphop to contemporary and so on. He’s truly talented and even more of a sweetheart. You met him one night a few months back when you joined Jeongguk and his group of friends at a karaoke bar. You hit it off with Jimin in particular that night, and your friendship has only been getting better ever since.

Jeongguk watches with a lopsided smile as you scurry back to the bathroom to dry your hair. You haven’t even decided on an outfit yet. “What do I even wear?”

On your bed, Jeongguk is looking through your clothes. He holds up a red skirt without thinking, just simply liking the color of it.. “What about this?” He calls out to you, having no idea at all what you could possibly wear to go see a dance performance. You open the bathroom door slightly to look at him and the piece of clothing in his hand.

“A flaming red miniskirt?” You question, raising a single eyebrow at him. He catches your tone and drops it to the floor, looking for something else.

He tries again as he holds up a pair of light denim jeans with a cute, hesitating smile on his face. “Jeans?”

You grin, nodding, “much better.”

The place is crowded once you and Jeongguk arrive at the theatre where Jimin is going to perform. You look around, trying to see if you can spot Jimin. You want to wish him good luck before he gets on stage. Just as you locate him, he looks up and locks eyes with you. You wave excitingly, grabbing Jeongguk’s arm and pulling him towards his own best friend. Jeongguk lets you drag him along with a small smile on his lips.

“Hey, you guys made it!” Jimin beamed, hugging you tightly. You smile as Jimin gives you a light squeeze before pulling away.

Jeongguk grins at his best friend. “We wouldn’t miss it, hyung.”

Jimin pats Jeongguk on the shoulder in an appreciative manner. “Well, take a seat. The show is starting in 15 minutes or so,” he gestures to the seats, “I have to get backstage before the stylists have my ass for not being ready on time.”

You chuckle, not surprised that Jimin is one to always struggle with being on time. It has happened once or twice before.

“Good luck!” You make sure to tell him. Beside you, Jeongguk offers his hyung an encouraging smile and a thumbs up. Jimin gives your hand a squeeze before heading off to backstage. You both watch him run off, the stylist already smacking his arm as she tells him to sit down. You glance at Jeongguk who’s already laughing because of his best friend. “Where do you wanna sit?” You ask him.

He shrugs, “you decide, I’m happy anywhere.” You nod and purse your lips, looking over the theatre.

“Let’s just sit here,” you point to the seats right beside you. Jeongguk agrees, his hand coming up to rest against the small of your back as to tell you to sit first. Your skin tingles underneath your shirt at his touch, his hand strong but soft on you and lingering a tad bit longer than necessary. You sit down, Jeongguk plopping down beside you. His hand is resting on the armrest between the two of you and it takes all in you to not let your own rest on top of his.

To say your crush on Jeongguk had become less and less the past 9 months would be a total lie. If anything, it has only become worse and yet you can’t get yourself to tell him because you’re sure he doesn’t feel the same way. He’s still the ‘Jeon’ you met at the party almost a year ago, his fuckboy tendencies coming through once in a while and you’ve seen girls leave his room in the morning when you’d arrive at his place to hang out. And it hurt slightly every single time but you’ve never considered telling him why it hurts. He doesn’t even know it hurts you. But then again, here he is on a Saturday night, spending his evening with you to watch Jimin’s dance performance when in reality, he has seen Jimin perform multiple times. More times than he can count and it’s nothing new to him. He could be balls deep in some random girl right now and yet he’s here. With you. And his leg is brushing against yours, his shoulder is also touching you. It would be so easy to just tangle your fingers through his but your insecurities and doubt stop you from doing anymore. You sigh deeply, leaning back in your seat.

Jeongguk notices the heavy sigh you let out, looking at you with slight worry in his eyes. “Everything okay?”

You nod, offering him a soft smile. “Yeah, just a bit tired,” you answer him, a small yawn escaping your lips. It was partly true. You can tell he doesn’t quite believe you but decides against it, not wanting to push you into telling him.

Jimin’s performance starts right then. The lights dimmed down as he appears on stage along with a group of other people, his dance team that consists of other guys. Some of them are also Jeongguk’s friends; Taehyung and Hoseok. You watch with wide, exciting eyes, feeling very proud of Jimin for finally doing this performance when you know how much he has been working on it and how time consuming it has been for him. What you don’t notice throughout the entire performance is that Jeongguk is occasionally watching you instead of the performance, his heart beating just a tad bit faster whenever you almost catch him.

When Jimin finishes and bows to the crowd, you stand up for an applause, smiling widely as he thanks everyone by bowing one more time and then heading off stage.

Jeongguk taps your shoulder, motioning his head as if to tell you to leave. “Let’s go find him,” he says over the music that’s still playing. You nod, grabbing your things and following right behind. You squeal, happy and excited as you spot Jimin by the stage. He turns around just as you reach him, engulfing him in a tight hug. Jeongguk stands by behind you, watching you hug the living shit out of his best friend. It doesn’t feel right, he thinks to himself.

“You were amazing!” You cheered, squeezing him tightly as he did to you earlier. He laughs at your gushing excitement as you pull apart, thanking you and flashing you that charming smile of his.

Jimin glances at Jeongguk, smiling lips falling into a straight line. You don’t notice but Jeongguk is glaring at Jimin and Jimin knows exactly why. He scratches the back of his head, glancing back at his team before looking back at you and Jeongguk.

“We, um, we’re headed to a bar downtown. You guys wanna join?”

You look at Jeongguk briefly before smiling at Jimin, nodding, “sure.”

“Great! We’re leaving in a few, I just need to pack up my stuff,” Jimin grins and heads over to his team. You spot two people that you know — Hoseok and Taehyung. Taehyung caught your eye a lot during the performance, his mop of curly black hair stood out a lot and the way he was so into the performance and the mood of the songs. Truly mesmerising. 

Jeongguk clears his throat beside you, letting you know that he’s still right beside you. Your cheeks heat up at the possible chance of being caught ogling a bit too long at Taehyung. 

“Let’s go,” you pipe up, leaving Jeongguk’s side to go find Jimin again. The tension that’s starting to form is too intense for you right now. You feel Jeongguk’s eyes on you as you walk away and up to Jimin. Jeongguk’s heart drops a little when he can tell that you decide to walk with Jimin all the way to the bar downtown. He doesn’t get to stand there and grumble too long because Hoseok and Taehyung are quick to pull him along, dragging him in the same direction you and Jimin left in.

Your laughter sounds like a sweet melody to Jeongguk as he watches you from his seat at the bar, laughing at something Taehyung says to you. You’ve been sitting beside Taehyung for the past two hours, laughing and having a good time which is great but Jeongguk doesn’t like how close to you Taehyung is sitting and he certainly doesn’t like the way you have to touch Taehyung’s arm every time you laugh at something he says. Jeongguk takes a swig of his beer as Jimin plops down on the seat beside him. Jimin follows his line of sight, sighing deeply once he realizes what has caused him to become so quiet. 

“Dude, you’re gonna burn holes in their skulls if you keep staring like that,” Jimin calls out, snapping Jeongguk out of his own thoughts.

Jeongguk sighs, taking his eyes off you and Taehyung. “Yeah,” he trails off.

Eyeing him carefully, Jimin places a hand on his shoulder. “If it’s that bad, why don’t you just go talk to her?” He suggests, the tone sounding hesitant.

Jeongguk glances at Jimin. “You know I can’t do that,” he grumbles, turning his back to you and Taehyung, facing the bar instead. 

Jimin nods as he remembers why. “Sure, but can you explain it to me again? I still don’t see the point.”

Rolling his eyes, Jeongguk runs a hand through his hair only for it to fall back into his eyes. He really needed a haircut soon, he thinks to himself.

“I can’t tell her how I feel because that’d ruin our friendship and I’d rather have her be my friend than nothing at all,” he explains to Jimin as if it’s obvious. And it was true. Jeongguk’s straight up terrified that you’ll find out how he really feels about you and then proceed to end your friendship. It’s a risk he isn’t willing to take, maybe someday but just not yet.

Jimin hums to himself. “What if she feels the same then?” Jeongguk stays silent. “Ever thought about that possibility?”

Shaking his head, he sighs, almost sounding like he has given up on you already. “Listen, I just know that she doesn’t. She wouldn’t be over there with Tae right now if that was the case- Ow! What the hell was that for?”

He rubs the back of his head, pouting lightly at his best friend. Jimin shakes his head. “You’re dumber than I thought,” he concludes before getting up from his seat and heading back to the table where the rest of his dance team is sitting. 

Jeongguk slumps in his seat, dropping his head into his hand. Jimin is right; he really is dumb. But as he glances back at you and sees the wide smile on your face, the same smile he can get out of you with his stupid jokes and goofy faces, he just knows that he wouldn’t be able to live without you even if it meant he got to tell you how he really feels. Jeongguk turns his back to the scene that is you and Taehyung again, finishing his bottle of beer before ordering a new one.

It isn’t even him who walks you home to your dorm that night. Taehyung gets the chance and swoops right in, offering to walk you home. You let him without hesitation and Jeongguk can only stand back, watching you walk off with Taehyung by your side. And it doesn’t go unnoticed, neither by him or Jimin, that you also forgot to hug your best friend goodnight. Jimin offers Jeongguk an apologetic smile, patting his shoulder and wishing him a good night before heading home with Hoseok, who’s also his roommate besides being his teammate.

Jeongguk is pretty sure everyone who passes by him on his way home can hear the sound of his heart breaking a bit more for every step he takes. But what does it matter? You don’t want this broken heart anyway.

“I’m thinking about moving out of the frat house.”

Your eyes widen in surprise and you choke on the coffee Jeongguk had just served you, coughing lightly and holding a “one second” hand up to Jeongguk who looks at you worried. Once your coughing dies down, you look at him, still surprised.

“You what?”

Jeongguk chuckles in his seat across from you. “I don’t feel like staying at the frat house anymore,” he shrugs, “I earn enough from working here to find my own place.”

Jeongguk’s little part time job at the campus café actually does pay him a good amount of money, but you wouldn’t expect anything else since he’s here more than he’s in class. The hours he dedicates to this place also gives him the right to chill in a booth with you during his shift because the owner of the shop gives him that much freedom. He has her hooked around his little finger and she doesn’t even know it. You smile at the thought, knowing very well that every single woman — old and young — would let Jungkook do whatever he wants after being flashed that charming smile of his. You guess that’s just the way his charms work.

“What’s on your mind?” Jeongguk asks, tapping your forehead to get you back to earth.

Your cheeks turn pink, “sorry.”

Jeongguk smiles at you, eyes glinting like they always do behind that long hair. “Actually, I already found a place I would like to rent, it’s not far from campus and it’s the perfect size even though it’s a 3-bedroom apartment,” he tells you. You smile, happy for him.

“That’s great, Gguk!” You beamed. “I’m happy for you.”

He did say 3-bedroom apartment though. Does that mean he’ll get himself a roommate? Your head fills with possible options for a roommate for him. Jimin could be a good one, but he already lives off campus with Hoseok. Taehyung lives by himself in a studio apartment, so that wasn’t an option either. He could ask that other guy he sometimes hangs out with, that one from his photography class and his frat house too. Namjoon, was it? You purse your lips, several faces showing up in your mind. Jeongguk clears his throat across from you, bringing you back once again.

“You’re zoning out a lot today,” he states, concern covering his face. You chuckle. 

“I was just thinking about who you could ask to be your roommate,” you tell him and Jeongguk opens his mouth to speak up but you continue, “most of your friends already live off campus but you could ask that Namjoon fella, he still lives in the frat house, right?”

Jeongguk nods.

“He seems like a nice guy,” you ponder, finger tapping your chin. “You could just find some stranger too, but that’s quite a risk, isn’t it? Personally, I would prefer someone I know already, but you do you.”

You hear him sigh in defeat as you ramble on. “Or what about-”

Jeongguk cuts you off. “I already know who I’m gonna ask,” he blurts.

“Oh.” You fall silent. 

“Yeah,” Jeongguk says, “she’s rambling her ass off right now and she does that a lot to be honest, so I don’t know if I still wanna ask her.”

Your cheeks are burning as Jeongguk smirks at you, knowing very well that you’re aware he’s talking about you. Composing yourself, you sit upright in your seat. “Well, what if she doesn’t wanna move out of her dorm?”

Jeongguk chuckles sarcastically. “Oh, but she does,” he snickered, “with the amount of times she has complained about the shitty shower in her room, I’m convinced she’s just waiting for the opportunity to get out of there.” 

“Am not!” You defend yourself even though you know he’s right. 

Jeongguk laughs. “Shut up.”

You cross your arms over your chest, pretending to be offended but you can’t hold the act for long as you burst into laughter. “Okay, you’re right. I really do hate that shower.”

“Thought so,” Jeongguk smirks lightly. He stands from his seat, knowing he has to get back to work before the customers think he’s some lazy barista. He offers you another one of those charming smiles of his. “You’re my best friend, ___. I can’t imagine anyone else in that room other than you. So just think about it, yeah?”

You nod, smiling. You watch him walk off, heading for the cashier. He moves around the counter, patting the other cute barista boy (he’s a sophomore and he basically idolizes Jeongguk) on the shoulder as he passes by him and continues out to the back of the café. You turn back to your laptop and books, smiling to yourself as you take another sip of your coffee, made (with a tiny amount of love, but you don’t know that) by Jeongguk.

You don’t get too much time to yourself and your assignment before a certain dancer slips into the seat Jeongguk was in previously. You glance up at Jimin, who’s smiling slyly at you. You give him a confused but curious look, closing your laptop screen. “What?”

He nods his head in Jeongguk’s direction. “Did he ask you?”

“Asked me what?”

Jimin rolls his eyes. “Don’t play dumb, you know what I’m talking about.”

You shrug. “He did,” you squint at him as he cheers, clapping his hands.

“Well,” he gushes, “did you say yes?” His excitement is bouncing off the walls as he leans over the table. You’re close to getting a whiplash from his quickly changing expression as you watch his face fall not even two seconds later. “Did you say no? Why?”

You shake your head, not able to keep up with him. “Calm down, will you? I didn’t even get to answer you.”

Jimin breathes out and slumps back in his seat. “Sorry,” he pouts but grins nevertheless, “I’m just excited.”

“You don’t say,” you mumble under your breath. “I didn’t give him an answer yet, he told me to think about it.”

Across from you, Jimin smiles at you - his smile hinting at something. You let out a small groan. “Jimin! I know what you’re thinking and no, I’m not gonna do it.”

“What?” Jimin exclaims, hands up in surrender. “You don’t even know what I was gonna say.”

Now it’s your time to roll your eyes because yes, you do in fact know what he’s about to say. Jimin has been pestering you ever since he met you about the fact that you’re ‘pining’ after Jeongguk, your feelings on your sleeve and obvious to anyone around you, except for Jeongguk. The fact that you haven’t even told Jimin how you feel about Jeongguk just shows how well Jimin reads people and apparently you’re like an open book, especially to Jimin. Not to certain others.

“Have you ever thought about the possibility that he might like you too?” Jimin questions you, the same question he asked Jeongguk at the bar the other night. You nod your head at this, sighing deeply in exasperation.

“I have, Jimin, I really have,” you mumble, “but it’s obvious he doesn’t feel the same way. I can just tell that I’m nothing but a good friend to him.”

Jimin might scream at the both of you very soon. How blind and stupid can people actually be?

“If you say so,” he backtracks. You lean back in your seat, pen coming up to lay between your teeth. You bite on it as you stare at nothing in particular, Jeongguk is filling up your brain like he lives there rent free. “Look, ___,” Jimin catches your attention again, “accept his offer, maybe you’ll be surprised.”

He gives you a friendly, comforting smile and a squeeze of your hand before he gets up. He waves at Jeongguk who stands behind the counter again before leaving the café. His words linger around you. “Maybe you’ll be surprised.” Jimin had said and you wonder why he would say that. You know Jeongguk quite well even after less than a year as friends; what could possibly surprise you at this point?

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad to live in the same place as Jeongguk. This thought has appeared in your head for the past hours since you left the café. Now you’re sitting here, in your bed with a Netflix show, which you’re not paying attention to, running through several episodes. Jeongguk’s proposition has been raking up your mind since he left you to yourself at the café. It’s like he knew you would have to think about it when he told you to do exactly that.

And as you sit here, thoughts running at full speed, you try to come up with pros and cons for living under the same roof as your bff #1. Pros are that you get a nice shower every time you have to bath, you will live off Jeongguk’s delicious gastronomic talent and you’ll have your best friend close to you at all times. Cons would be the possibility of getting tired of each other even though you already spend five out of seven days together during the week. Another con would be witnessing girls leave his room and your apartment in the morning after having heard her scream his name all night. That specific thought makes a weird, not-so-great feeling appear in your stomach, making you frown deeply. But you will have to realize sooner or later that Jeongguk won’t ever see you that way and that this crush of yours is a lost cause. Maybe it really is time to just get over it. You sigh deeply, grabbing your phone off the nightstand to send Jeongguk a text.

you [11:38 pm]: i’ll do it, but you gotta make me delicious food every day

You wait for his reply, staring at your screen. Heart hammers wildly as three dots appear on the screen. Your breath hitches in your throat as you read his reply.

gguk [11:40 pm]: anything for you princess ;)

Jeongguk has never in these months of you knowing him, called you a nickname like that. And the way your cheeks blush as you imagine him saying it, tells on you. You love it.

Jeongguk groans as he puts down your last box on the floor of your new bedroom. It’s a box with all your English books and there’s a lot. “Have you even read all of these?”

You stop in your little project of hanging up all your precious polaroid pictures, turning to look at him. You scoff, lying as you say: “yes, of course.”

He smirks lightly, giving you a look that says ‘nice try’. You laugh to yourself, turning back around to your polaroids. 

Jeongguk plops down on your bed, head laying on his hands as he brings them up behind his head. Today is a day for the books, you thought to yourself when he first arrived along with Jimin to get all your boxes and shove them into Jimin’s tiny car. He’s wearing blue jeans again, which you absolutely love on him, and he has styled them simply with a black t-shirt, showing off his tattooed right arm. You’ve been staring at him quite a few times since you arrived at the apartment you and Jeongguk have rented together. And it wasn’t helping how his arms kept flexing as he carried your boxes with all your shit up to your new bedroom.

He watches you in silence as you hang up the polaroids, standing with one in particular a bit longer. You smile as you reach down, showing it to him. “It’s us,” you smile softly.

Jeongguk takes the polaroid from your fingers, holding it closer to his face to see it better. It’s a polaroid photo taken at the Han River from that one night where you went out to eat dinner with his friends and some of your girlfriends. You had brought your polaroid camera along, hoping to catch some memories with it tonight. Jeongguk had noticed it that evening, grabbing it from your purse and snapping a ‘selfie’ of the two of you.

He smiles at the photo, remembering that evening as clear as if it was yesterday. That evening was one of the first times Jeongguk realized that he was indeed absolutely smitten by you and that you had him wrapped around your finger. You just didn’t know and you still don’t. “That was a great night,” he reminisces, handing you the photo back. You hang it up on the wall, right in the middle of all the others.

“Yeah,” you sigh deeply, “it was.”

Jeongguk claps his hands on his thighs as he sits up on the edge of your bed. You plop down beside him. “Pizza for dinner?” He suggests.

You nod frantically, “yes, please.”

And that’s how you and Jeongguk end up on the couch, watching that stupid movie with Gong Yoo. You’re completely sucked into that movie, mouth open in awe as you watch Gong Yoo unfolding his charms on the tv-screen. “Wow,” you breathe out as he kisses the main female character. Jeongguk scoffs from beside you, rolling his eyes before dropping his head backwards. The ceiling is more interesting than that ridiculous movie.

“Why is everyone so obsessed with this guy?” he asks, looking back at the screen again.

You shoot him a glare. “Are you sure you're not jealous?”

Jeongguk gasps dramatically, pretending to be offended by your words as he places a hand over his heart. “Am not!”

“Am too!” You laugh, scooting closer to him on the couch. “Admit it, you don’t like Gong Yoo because he’s getting a lot more attention than you.”

Scoffing again, Jeongguk knows that’s a lie and suddenly feeling like he needs to prove a point. He has girls waiting for him, not that you don’t know that. He smirks at you and says: “You know that’s a big fat lie, ___.”

You cock a brow at him. “You’re so full of yourself,” you scoff and get off the couch, taking the pizza boxes with you to clean up, “and you’re jealous, it’s obvious.”

Jeongguk scoffs right back at you as he gets up to follow you into the kitchen. “I am not jealous of some actor,” he states, “I have no reason to be.” You sigh to yourself, your back facing him as he leans in the doorway to the kitchen. You know very well that he has no reason to be jealous of some actor and you certainly don’t need him to remind you. He watches you clean up with a frown. “___.”

“What, Gguk?” You laugh humorlessly, turning to face him. “I get it, you’re hot and a woman magnet and so on, you don’t have to explain it to me.”

He smirks lightly, pushing himself off the wall and stepping closer to you. “Who’s the jealous one now?” He chuckled, arms crossed over his chest as he towers over you. You groan and push at him, making him take a step back from you.

“You’re so annoying,” you grumbled, moving around him and out of the kitchen. Jeongguk watches you walk away towards your bedroom. “Goodnight, roomie,” you call out, waving a hand over your head without glancing back at him. There was a tone of sarcasm in your voice. The door to your bedroom being closed as Jeongguk sighs to himself, wandering his way to his own bedroom. As soon as his head hits the pillow, he’s asleep. The day must’ve been more tiring than he had thought. A nice memory of him and a pretty girl at the Han River fills up his mind as he dozes off into the night.

The next morning you’re sitting at the dining table, laptop and books out. Your reading glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose and your hair is in a messy bun, making you look relaxed as you study for whatever class you have coming up. Jeongguk strolls out of his bedroom, no shirt… only a pair of grey sweatpants. You glance at him as he passes by you, heading directly for the fridge. You can hear him rustle around for a bowl and a spoon. A minute later he joins you at the dining table, a bowl of fruit loops in front of him.

“Morning,” he says softly, voice still hoarse from waking up. Your stomach tingles at the sound and you mentally slap yourself for being such a wimp for him. You don’t give him a response, continuing to read in your book and type away on your laptop. You can feel him glancing at you occasionally as he eats his cereal. Jeongguk pouts lightly, sighing deeply as you don’t pay him any attention. This is not how he expected the first morning in the apartment to be like. He grumbles to himself for a bit, contemplating on what to say to fill out the silence that has overcome the two of you. An idea pops into his head. 

“Hey, I was thinking,” he starts, making you look at him briefly. You focus back on your laptop. Jeongguk falls silent.

“I’m listening,” you tell him, voice soft. “I just gotta finish this, but I’m listening.”

Jeongguk nods, hands fumbling. Why was he suddenly so nervous around you? There is absolutely no reason to be. Was it the tone from last time in which you had told him goodnight and then left him to himself that had him so on edge? He can’t really tell.

“I was thinking that we could have a small get-together with our friends, like a moving-in party?” He suggests. This idea actually sounds interesting, you think to yourself as you look back at him. Jeongguk smiles softly, continuing: “We can just invite the guys I usually hang with and then you can invite Lisa and Jisoo?”

You nod, smiling. “That does sound fun,” you agree on his idea, “let’s do it.”

A grin appears on Jeongguk’s lips. “Tonight? If people are able to make it with such short notice?”

Again, you nod. “I’m sure they don’t have more important stuff to attend on this Saturday evening,” you chuckle, knowing your friends and the fact that they rarely have much to do except for school, work and hanging out with each other. Same goes for Jeongguk’s friends. 

“You’re right,” Jeongguk laughs, feeling more at ease now that you’ve joked around with him a bit instead of just sitting there in silence and not really noticing him. It feels better when you laugh, joke around and talk like you usually do without the annoyed and slightly jealous tone. “I’ll text around, asking them to come over tonight.”

You nod lightly, watching him get up from his seat and bringing his cereal bowl to the kitchen. “Remember to tell them to bring their own alcohol! We have nothing in this house yet,” you call out, chuckling slightly. You really didn’t. You almost didn’t have any food either. Maybe today calls for a shopping trip to the supermarket. You turn back to your laptop, eager to finish the assignment and then getting to the supermarket to buy snacks and some food for your empty kitchen cupboards. Maybe Jeongguk can join you on the trip there.

“You think this is enough?” Jeongguk wonders out loud as he places the bowls of snacks down on the coffee table. You join him a few seconds later, a bunch of glasses in your arms for the beverage. Jeongguk notices you joggling all those glasses, rushing to your side with wide eyes to take some from you.

“Thanks,” you softly say, letting him take most of the glasses and placing them down on the table as well. He smiles sweetly in return. “I think it’s enough, we have a few extra chips bags in the cupboard.”

“Perfect,” Jeongguk grins, clapping his hands and rubbing them together in excitement. “This is gonna be fun, I didn’t expect everyone to say yes but they’re literally all coming here in like ten minutes.”

You chuckle softly, making Jeongguk’s stomach do small backflips. He ignores them as he plops down on the couch. “I’m excited,” you sigh, plopping down beside him.

Jeongguk nods, smiling still. “Me too,” he murmurs.

You and Jeongguk fall into small-talk as you wait for your guests to arrive. A bit more than ten minutes pass and the first guest knocks on the door. Jeongguk gets up to let them in, not getting to say much before he’s engulfed in a tight hug by Hoseok. “Hey man,” Hoseok grins, squeezing Jeongguk tightly. He pats him on the back before letting go and walking further inside. Jimin and Taehyung follow right behind, both giving Jeongguk one of those guy hugs.

You lock eyes with Taehyung, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He lets go of Jeongguk to make his way to you, smiling widely. He looks really good, you think to yourself as he stops in front of you. His dark hair was curlier and more unruly than the last time you saw him which was only a few days ago. His smile was wide and bright as always, and his eyes a warm, dark brown. “Hey,” he greets you, smiling.

“Hi,” you reply, leaning closer to give him a hug. Jeongguk is closing the door behind Jimin as he glances your way and notices how Taehyung is already at your side, hugging you. He feels himself become slightly frustrated but Jimin is quick to push a hand against his chest, stopping him from walking over to you and make himself look stupid.

“Don’t,” he shakes his head at Jeongguk, eyeing him down until Jeongguk looks slightly less like he could punch Taehyung in the face right now. His jealousy is starting to get the best of him. He watches you, noticing how you smile that specific smile whenever you get flustered or complimented. Jimin glances in the direction of you and Taehyung, sighing as he looks back at Jeongguk. “You don’t get to be like this, Gguk. Not when you haven’t done anything to get her yourself.”

Jeongguk breathes out deeply, taking his eyes away from the relationship that’s starting to unfold in front of his eyes. Jimin is right, once again. He has no right to get all worked up and angry at the thought of you with Taehyung. At least Taehyung has the balls to actually flirt with you. Jeongguk feels like it backfires every time he tries to. Maybe it just isn’t meant to be you and him. With one glance at you and Taehyung, he joins Jimin in the kitchen to get himself a beer.

The night goes on, the rest of your friends arriving not long after Taehyung, Hoseok and Jimin. Lisa and Jisoo sit with you at the dining table, having fun as all of you laugh loudly at whatever you’re talking about. Jeongguk has been watching you tonight more than he’d like to admit, almost being caught a few times. But he was quick enough to look away before you could lock eyes with him. He hasn’t spoken much to you since your friends had arrived which made his heart fall a bit further into his stomach. 

You glance in his direction, smiling softly. Jeongguk smiles back at you, deciding to get up and talk to you for the first time in hours. Grabbing his beer off the table, he’s about to get up and make his way to you, but he quickly stops in his tracks. Taehyung appears out of nowhere, standing close to you. His hands are resting on your shoulders as you look up at him. He smiles and says something Jeongguk can’t make out. You get up from your seat, letting Taehyung take your hand in his and guide you to the small balcony that is in you and Jeongguk’s apartment. 

Jeongguk doesn’t notice Lisa and Jisoo looking at him, sad smiles on their faces as his face drops and he heads for the kitchen instead, walking past them. You nor Jeongguk knows that the two girls are secretly rooting for the two of you to finally get out of your heads and actually date. It has been too long of this pining after one another, but you’re both in denial no matter how much either Lisa, Jisoo, Jimin or whoever it is, tells you to confess to each other. Lisa gets up from her seat, letting Jisoo know she’ll be right back. 

Lisa sighs deeply at the sight when she enters the kitchen. Jeongguk is hunched over the kitchen counter, head in his hands. She walks up to him, leaning against the counter beside him. Jeongguk senses her presence, grumbling lightly. “What?”

She scoffs, throwing a slap to his back causing him to stand up and face her. He glares at her, but he doesn’t say anything as he leans back against the counter, arms crossed over his chest. He’s frowning deeply, looking at the floor. “What’s going on with you?” Lisa asks, even though she knows what’s up. Jeongguk glances quickly at her before diverting his gaze back to the floor.

“Nothing,” he shrugs.

Lisa scoffs again, not believing any of his bullshit. “Bullshit, Jeon. I know this is about ___.”

He can’t help but roll his eyes at the mention of your name. He’s about to have had enough of talking about you and his feelings for you. Jeongguk is quite literally wearing his heart on his sleeve for everyone to see and yet you’re the only one who doesn’t notice. ���I just needed a moment to myself,” he mumbles, sighing deeply before taking a swig of his 4th or 5th beer of tonight.

Lisa nods, “I get that. I mean, she did go with Tae just as you were about to approach her.”

“Yup,” Jeongguk pops the ‘p’, another sip of his beer down his throat. “She’s with Tae, probably already head over heels for him.”

The annoyance in his tone and the slight disgust makes Lisa sigh. “Listen, Jeongguk, you’re doing nothing. You walk around, hang out with her and now you live with her and she still doesn’t know. ___ is blind as hell and she won’t know about your feelings if you don’t acknowledge them yourself.”

“I know,” Jeongguk groans, “but I just don’t- I don’t think she’ll ever see me like I see her.”

Lisa pats his shoulder, giving him a smile that probably is supposed to comfort him but it only makes him feel like she’s pitying him. “Just think about telling her how you feel instead of getting hurt every time someone else does what you could be doing.”

And with that, she leaves him alone in the kitchen again. Staying in his place for a few minutes, he contemplates going out to the balcony and demanding to talk to you, even if it means he has to interrupt your conversation with Taehyung. He empties his beer, leaving it behind as he makes his way to the balcony. He opens the door slightly, slipping outside to see you there with your hand in Taehyung’s. His face drops a little along with his heart. He covers it well with a small smile, his heart hammering hard inside his chest still.

“Hey Tae,” he says, “can I steal ___ for a bit?”

Taehyung nods at his younger friend, looking back at you. “So Friday then?” Taehyung smiles at you.

Friday? What happens Friday?

Jeongguk looks at you, awaiting your answer like Taehyung. “Yep,” you nod, smiling softly back at the curly-haired man in front of you.

“Awesome, it’s a date then,” he grins and lets go of your hand, heading back inside. Jeongguk moves to the side, letting Taehyung through the door. You glance at your roommate slash best friend, watching him as he moves closer. Silence overcomes you for the second time today and Jeongguk finds it unbearable. There’s usually never silence between you or around you, only when you have study dates and even then you always end up chatting instead of actually studying. 

Jeongguk clears his throat to break the silence. “So a date, huh?”

You look at him, a small hesitant smile on your lips but it looks closer to being a frown than an actual smile. “Yeah,” you trail off, finger fumbling as you lean over the balcony fence. Jeongguk’s hands are in his pockets but he feels them itching, dying to grab your fumbling ones.

“He’s a great guy,” Jeongguk suddenly blurts. You look at him confused. “Taehyung, I mean.”

You nod slowly, wondering where this conversation is going.

“But he loves girls, ___,” he rambles on, “you know, like, he has a hard time focusing on just one.”

Your face becomes hard, slightly offended on Taehyung’s behalf as the words leave Jeongguk’s mouth. “Oh, so he’s like you?”

Jeongguk falls silent at your words and it feels like a low blow. He sighs and frowns, looking away from you, staring at the almost empty street below. You can’t help but feel slightly guilty from saying that but it’s not a lie. Jeongguk has a booty call or two during the week, always having someone to contact whenever he needs his dick wet. But you still feel bad for firing off such a harsh comment.

“I’m sorry,” you murmur, softly touching his bicep before heading back inside, leaving Jeongguk alone on the balcony.

You’re right, he thinks, but it’s only you who actually matters to him.

Two months have passed since your moving-in party, and things have been a bit tense around the apartment ever since. Taehyung has visited the apartment more often than any of your shared friends, but not for Jeongguk’s company. No, yours. And even though Jeongguk really has no say in your relationship with Taehyung, he still can’t help himself as he finds it ridiculous. He can tell you’re not as much in it as Taehyung is and it’s quite painful to watch. Why you’re not as into it as him is still a mystery to Jeongguk.

Today is no different as Jeongguk sits on the couch, watching his favorite cartoon when the doorbell rings. He groans lowly as he gets up from the couch to open the door. Taehyung appears in front of him, his big and unruly curly hair taking all the attention. Dude should get a haircut, Jeongguk thinks to himself as he leaves the door open for Taehyung to enter. 

“Hey man,” Taehyung greets Jeongguk, stepping inside and closing the door behind him. “Is ___ home?”

Jeongguk cocks a single eyebrow. Shouldn’t he have checked that before coming here. “She’s in the shower,” he tells Taehyung, plopping back down on the couch. Taehyung nods, thanking him quietly before heading for your bedroom. Jeongguk watches him, grumbling under his breath because he’s starting to get tired of seeing Taehyung’s face that often during the week. He sighs to himself, trying to focus on his cartoon show instead of the sounds of you giggling inside your room.

Long hours pass before Jeongguk hears Taehyung leaving, the clock striking eleven in the evening before he’s out of you and Jeongguk’s apartment. He did leave quite in a rush though, making Jeongguk curious. He leaves his laptop on as he gets up from his bed to go to your bedroom. He knocks on your slightly opened door, peeking inside. You’re nowhere to be seen making him frown and furrow his eyebrows. He hears shuffling in the kitchen as he moves to the living room. When he reaches the doorway to the kitchen, he leans against it. You’re moving around, rummaging through the cupboards for something, dressed in pajamas shorts and an oversized t-shirt, one that looks awfully a lot like one of his.

“What are you looking for?” Jeongguk calls out, making you jump in surprise. You hold a hand to your chest as you turn to look at him, eyes wide. Jeongguk smirks lightly at your shocked expression, noticing the light blush that appears on your cheeks.

You turn your back to him to continue to look through the cupboards. “Just some snacks, I’m craving some right now,” you tell your best friend who you have no idea is just behind you. You freeze in your actions as Jeongguk reaches up to grab his usual snack off the top shelf. He hands it to you, smiling softly. You squint at him, wondering why he’s giving you his favorite snacks and the last pack at that.

As if he can read your mind: “You can have them if you want.”

Smiling, you open the pack and pop one into your mouth, the crispy consistency making you sigh in content. Jeongguk laughs at your happy expression, knowing the way to your heart is usually through food. 

You grab another piece, holding it up to Jeongguk’s lips. He glances at it before opening his mouth and letting you feed him. His eyes are on yours the entire time as his lips brush your fingertips. Your heart leaps, making you pull your fingers back quickly. Jeongguk doesn’t seem to notice as he smiles, chewing the snack with the same happy expression you sported just moments ago.

“Let’s talk,” you suddenly blurt out, Jeongguk looking confused which causes you to explain further. “We haven’t like talked talked in a long time, so uh yeah, let’s talk?”

Your declaration has turned into a hesitant question as you wait, needing some kind of response.

“Sure,” he shrugs, smiling again. As he turns on his heel, you smile back and follow him into the living room. You plop down beside him on the couch, unintentionally letting your legs rest against his thigh as you pull them up under you. He glances at your bare legs for a second before diverting his eyes to you. “So what do you wanna talk about?”

You shrug, “I don’t know, life?”

Jeongguk chuckles, “life?”

You nod enthusiastically, smiling at him, “yes, life.”

He purses his lips, wondering if there’s anything to tell. You basically know most things already and not much has happened the past weeks except for the fact that his little ‘I’m in love with my best friend’ hasn’t resolved at all, and that he’s still hopelessly in love with you even though you have a boyfriend now. Which still seems surreal to him because it’s one of his friends whom he usually likes but not right now because well, yeah, he’s dating you. But there’s no way he’s actually going to tell you all of that.

“I don’t have anything to say,” he decides on saying, pouting playfully. You chuckle at his facial expression. He smiles at you, eyes going soft because you’re sitting so close to him for the first time in a long time and he feels relaxed. More relaxed than he has been for a while.

“Nothing much for me either,” you sigh, moving the pack of snacks closer to Jeongguk so he can eat some. “Tae asked me to come home with him for the fall break, he wants me to meet his parents.” You leave out the part where you broke up with Taehyung.

Jeongguk’s movements come to a halt, one banana crisp inches away from entering his mouth. “Really?”

You nod. Jeongguk notices how your tone was slightly hesitating and off as you told him about Taehyung’s request.

“Isn’t it a bit…” he trails off, not knowing which words to use without sounding like an asshole. You watch him as he searches for the words.

“A bit what, Gguk?” You press.

He sighs. “A bit over the top, maybe?”

You scoff lightly, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

Jeongguk panics as you move a bit away, your legs no longer touching his. You give him a look that tells him to explain what he means. He sits up, elbows resting on his knees. “Listen, I just think it’s a bit unnecessary since it’s obvious that this relationship isn’t as important to you than it is to Tae.”

“You don’t know that,” you tell him, voice stern. Jeongguk is right, but you’re not gonna tell him that. He hasn’t been talking much to you for the past months hence he has no idea what he’s talking about because you haven’t told him anything about your now ended relationship with Taehyung. Call you bitter, you don’t care. Your best friend hasn’t shown any interest in your life whatsoever for two months now and yes, you’re blaming him for the tension there is in this home.

Jeongguk lets out a small groan in frustration, “but I do, ___! I do know,” he insisted, turning to fully face you, “I can tell because you’re not looking at him the way he looks at you, you’re not fully there every time he’s kissing you goodbye by the door before he leaves. I’ve witnessed it enough to know that you don’t feel the same as he does.”

You’re silent as he talks, listening to everything he says but still holding onto the bitterness that you have for him in regards to his little to no interest in you for two whole months.

“Don’t you dare deny it, ____,” he snapped, “I know you and you don’t love him.”

Punch him. You want to punch him for knowing you so damn well and for seeing right through you. And you want to punch him for being so dumb and blind that he still hasn’t figured out why you’re not in love with Taehyung. How can he not see that he’s the one you love? You’ve been wearing your heart on your sleeve for the entire summer and more, slowly falling in love with him ever since that night he brought you to the frozen yoghurt shop downtown.

“You’re right. I don’t love him,” you mumble under your breath. Jeongguk glances at you, eyes still filled with a small amount of frustration and anger, all directed at you and only you. “But you have no right to tell me this when you haven’t been interested in me and my life for two fucking months, Jeongguk!”

Jeongguk’s eyebrows furrow together in confusion, his heart slowly starting to beat faster because why are you fighting? What the hell just happened? “Wha-” 

You get up from your seat, moving further away from him and Jeongguk feels like you’re slipping right through his fingertips even though he hasn’t ever been the one to hold you. But he should have, he should’ve been the one to hold you from the start.

“You don’t get to do this, not now when we haven’t really spoken to each other for so long,” you jabbed, “it’s my fault too, but I don’t come at you for having several girls over, do I?”

Jeongguk sighs, running his hands over his face in aggravation. “___, you’re overreacting. I wasn’t trying to tell you anything, I was just-”

“No, Jeongguk. No,” you shake your head, sneering at him. “I don’t need you to tell me or suggest anything, I don’t need your input and I don’t need you to make a decision!”

Jeongguk gets up, moving towards you, face twisting in anger. “Tell me, ___. What is he to you, huh? What is he?”

You glare at him, eyes hard on like his own and you don’t falter one moment. This anger and frustration has been a long time coming now, from both of you. “You’ve said he’s your boyfriend, but what is he really? Is he a fuckbuddy? Is he just someone to get yourself off with, huh?”

“No, Jeongguk, fuck you!” You shout, defending whatever it is that you have with Taehyung. “He’s good company, and no, I don’t see him like he sees me. He’s nothing more than good company but I actually like being around him unlike someone else I know!”

Jeongguk chuckles flatly, no humor behind it as he steps back from you. Hurt flashes across his face as he gets what you just said. “I see how it is,” he nods, giving you one last hurt look before retreating to his room. You stand back, hand coming up to cover your mouth as a cry rakes through your body. You didn’t know you had been holding back tears, the emotions you have for Jeongguk being poured out in the form of heavy tears in the middle of your living room. You’re frozen in your spot, sobs shaking you as you hold yourself. The sound of Jeongguk slamming his hand against the wall makes you move out of your frozen spot. You quickly make your way to your own bedroom, slamming the door behind you. 

You slide under the covers, head feeling heavy as you let the tears fall. You didn’t intend to hurt Jeongguk the way you did, but you practically just shouted at him that you don’t like being around him, that his company isn’t good. It must’ve hurt him more than what you or he, himself, expected it to. You feel bad as you let your duvet engulf you whole, the taste of regret on your tongue as you keep repeating your own words in your head. 

“He’s nothing more than good company but I actually like being around him unlike someone else I know!”

How could you even say that when Jeongguk hasn’t been anything but great company for you? He has been even more than that, he has been a friend you needed more than you ever knew, a person so supportive and loving that you always felt like you had someone to come to whenever times were rough. And in the midst of all this, you managed to fall for him as well. He didn’t do much to make it happen, he was just himself from the very beginning of your friendship and you’ve seen sides to him not many people have witnessed and you know the real Jeon Jeongguk. The Jeongguk who loves his camera more than anything, the Jeongguk who loves food and snacks and banana milk as if he was five years old again. The Jeongguk who’s such a softie, when you first get to know him like you do, that half of it would be more than enough. The Jeongguk who loves with his entire being, always putting his loved ones before himself – including you.

You sigh deeply, hating yourself for shouting such inaccurate words at him. You had to make it up to him, apologize to him for being so inconsiderate when all he did was trying to make you realize that the relationship you have with Taehyung is a waste of time. Jeongguk is right, you know he is. You don’t love Taehyung and you know you never will. The feelings just aren’t there, they’re elsewhere with someone who’s been worthy of them since what feels like forever.

Sleep doesn't overcome you as you stay in bed, staring at the ceiling. You’ve been tossing and turning for the past few hours, trying your very hardest to fall asleep ever since the fight you had with Jeongguk.You glance at the clock on your nightstand that’s reading 3 am — you have a morning lecture to attend in 6 hours. You let out a heavy sigh. Eyebrows furrowed together in frustration and your lips in a pout because why the fuck are you not able to sleep? Your eyes feel heavy from crying, but your best friend is taking up all your thoughts and the feelings you have for him are almost bursting out of your chest.

You groan to yourself as you roll over, pulling the duvet over your head. Closing your eyes, you try again for the umpteenth time. “I just wanna sleep,” you whine to yourself, but it’s no help. You give up on sleep.

You’re only half aware of what’s happening as you get out of bed and leave your bedroom, heading for Jeongguk’s bedroom. You stop in your tracks in front of his door. Maybe he’s also up, you think to yourself as you reach for the doorknob, turning it lightly. Peeking inside his dark room, you notice him fast asleep in his bed. You softly smile through the evident feeling of regret which is still heavy in your stomach. Without further thinking, you slip inside his room and close the door. You tiptoe over to his bed, glancing over him once again.

He looks peaceful, eyes shut and eyelashes touching the top of his cheek. Yet there’s a crease on his forehead and a slight frown upon his lips. The corner of your lips turn into a frown, copying his features unintentionally. Your eyes rake over the rest of his body. The duvet is only halfway covering him, from the waist and down. his naked chest is rising and falling as he breathes deeply. A soft tingle runs through your stomach as you carefully crawl onto his bed. You lift the duvet and slip under, sliding closer to him. He stirs in his sleep, turning over onto his side. you glance up at his face, noticing his eyes slightly open. You can barely see him in the darkness, but you can feel him looking at you.

“Hey,” he whispers into the darkness.

You smile, a sad smile, but he can’t see it. “Hi.”

“Can’t sleep?” He asks, voice soft yet hoarse. He moves a bit, trying to lay comfortably while creating more space for you. He’s careful not to touch you. 

You shake your head at his question. “Not really,” you mumble.

You scoot closer, hand reaching out to touch his that is lying between the two of you. “I’m sorry,” you whisper softly into the night. Jeongguk turns his hand, letting you intertwine your fingers with his. 

“For what?” He mutters quietly.

You breathe out shakily as Jeongguk is now the one to move closer to you. You let out a sigh, relaxing as his forehead rests against yours, his breathing clashing with your own.

“For the things I said, for shouting at you, for insulting you,” you explain, voice still soft and low as if someone outside would be able to hear you. “I didn’t mean any of it, I just-”

You stop yourself, hesitating. Should you just tell him? Tell him why you don’t love Taehyung when you have plenty of reasons to do so? Jeongguk senses the inner battle you’re having with yourself, his hand squeezing yours to let you know that you can tell him whatever it is that you have on your mind, reassuring you that he’s listening. “I don’t love Taehyung,” you sigh, “I broke up with him tonight… And there’s a pretty good reason for this.”

Jeongguk nods, humming in response because he already knows, it just took him insanely long to realize. Your thundering heart and shaky breath gave you away the moment he moved closer to you. Jeongguk is daring as he leans even closer, breath hitting your lips. You gasp lightly at the feeling of his lips ghosting yours, the skin of them softer than anything. His hand lets go of yours only to snake around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Your hand touches his bare chest, the almost new and fresh tattoo he got two weeks ago feeling rough yet soft under your touch. He’s holding you so close that you’re unconsciously holding your breath.

“I was so scared,” you whisper against his lips, hand moving up from his chest to the back of his neck. Your fingertips brush against his hair, his long and slightly curled hair soft like you had always imagined it to be. “Scared you wouldn’t say it back.”

The tension in the room is almost unbearable but in a good way. This is months of feelings, tension and longing all coming together and clashing right here in this moment. You feel breathless, like you can’t breathe but at the same time, you’re perfectly fine.

“Say what back, ___?”

His hand runs along your hip and to your thigh, hooking around it and bringing it around him to hug his waist. His crotch is almost touching yours and your breath hitches at the feeling. Jeongguk smirks to himself, knowing exactly what kind of effect he has on you. He loves taking your breath away like this, but he can think of another way, something he’s been dying to do for a long time.

“Tell me,” he demands softly yet strongly, making you gasp again.

“I love you, Jeongguk,” You breathe out, feeling a weight coming off your chest, “I love you so much.”

Jeongguk’s heart skips a beat, a small smile appearing on his face as he cups your face, thumb running across your cheek. “You’re an idiot for thinking I wouldn’t love you back,” he whispers against your lips.

You whine at him for calling you an idiot and then you melt as he presses his lips against yours, soft and plump like pillows. Your hand tangles in his hair, fingers grabbing strands of curly, black hair as you let him kiss you until your breath is gone. It’s like you're sinking into him, fitting perfectly against his body. Goosebumps rise upon your skin as his hand wanders; over your bare legs to your waist and further across your chest and up to lightly wrap around the base of your throat. His tongue pokes at your lips, wanting to find yours. You part your lips, letting his tongue touch yours, the wetness and softness mixing well together as he pulls you even closer, a moan slipping out of you.

“Shit, ___,” he grunts against your lips as you press your core to his in eagerness, making him lose his mind, “please let me fuck you, let me love you so good, baby.”

You nod frantically, giving him full permission to do whatever he wants with you. A tiny squeal emits from your lips as he pushes you over, hovering over you and trapping you between his arms. He looks down at you, eyes soft and filled with want and lust. You smile up at him, hands running up and down the sides of his naked torso. You loved touching him like this, feeling his muscles tense under your touch and his soft skin that is filled with heavy tattoos, all of them having their own special meaning.

“I love you,” he whispers so softly you almost don’t hear it, eyes flickering between yours.

“I love you too,” you whisper back, cupping his face to pull him down to meet you for a kiss, a sloppy and wet kiss that makes your body tingle. You hum in satisfaction as he moves away from your lips, kissing his way down to your neck. He licks a stripe up your neck and to your ear, tongue flicking at your earlobe. He makes you shiver, his touch soft like a feather and yet rough enough to make you feel them more evidently than anything you’ve ever felt before.

As he works his way down with his lips, your hands are everywhere. On his shoulders, in his hair. You’re squirming under his touch, feeling impatient as he takes his time with you. It’s like he already knows every part of your body as he runs his hands down your sides and up under his T-shirt, that you’ve stolen at some point, pushing it up and revealing your breasts. He pulls the shirt all the way off, throwing it onto the floor without looking. His room is rather cold, making your nipples stiffen. He licks his lips, looking at your chest with hungry eyes. You gasp as he cups your breasts, thumbs running over each nipple. You bite your lip, holding yourself from moaning too loudly. You can’t hold it in as you watch him wrap his wetted lips around one of your hardened nubs, tongue lapping over it and flicking it.

“Holy sh- Jeongguk,” you moan, eyes closing as you arch your back in pure pleasure. He bites onto it causing you to twitch in his grasp. He smirks up at you as you glance down, watching him move to the other breast to give it the same amount of attention. He’s such a tease, you can barely comprehend it in your mind. 

A small tiny moan emits from your lips as he moves further down, lips kissing the skin on your stomach, trailing around your navel and to the edge of your pajamas shorts. He glances up at you for permission which you grant him with a small nod, teeth biting onto your lower lip. He hooks his fingers under the waistband, pulling shorts and panties down your legs. They’re on the floor within a matter of seconds, out of the world and out of the mind of the both of you as Jeongguk focuses his attention on the wetness that has formed between your legs. His dick twitches in his boxers, the sight of you bare and naked in front of him messing with his head.

You whimper as he spreads your legs, revealing your wetness to the cold air of the room, making you shiver once again. He inhales as he lowers his face between your legs, quiet growl leaving his lips. “You smell so good, baby,” he rasps, hands running from your ankles to your thighs and squeezing the soft flesh there, making goosebumps appear on your skin. “Can’t wait to taste you.”

The feeling of his lips against you makes you jolt, your breath quickening as you feel him kissing against your folds. Jeongguk brings a hand up, the other hand gripping your thigh tightly to keep your legs spread for him. You moan lightly as he runs a finger down between your wet lips, loving every second of watching and hearing you squirm beneath his touch. You’re not prepared for the feeling when he spreads your folds with his fingers before diving in, licking up and flicking your already sensitive clit with the tip of his tongue.

“Oh my god,” you moan out, your hand digging into his hair as he licks and eats you out like a starved man. Your breathing picks up as he quickens the pace of his tongue, feeling yourself nearing your high. “D-don’t stop, Gguk.”

Jeongguk hums in response to your words, letting a finger slip between your folds and inside you. You gasp, leaning up onto your elbows to watch him. Your mouth hangs open, a fucked out expression on your face as he glances up at you, lips still tightly connected to your core. “Oh,” you hum, biting your bottom lip tightly, “oh, fuck.”

His mouth leaves your wet lips as another finger sinks into you, pumping in and out at a fast pace. He’s desperate to bring you to your orgasm, lips kissing all over your thighs and lower stomach. “Let go, baby, cum for me.”

Your arms give up, your head hitting the pillows as your first orgasm of the night comes at you with full force – Jeongguk’s goal is to make you cum at least three times tonight but you don’t know that. “Fuuuuck Jeongguk,” you moan, voice high pitched as you close your eyes. Your toes are curling, fist grabbing the sheet tightly as his fingers fucks you through your orgasm. As you come down from your high, Jeongguk removes his fingers from you, your release covering them as he holds them up. You watch him bring his fingers to his lips, licking your cum off them. You whine, sitting up to reach for him, desperate for more.

He chuckles with a smirk, letting you pull him closer by hooking a finger around the silver necklace around his neck. Your lips finally land against his again, a sigh emitting from you as you let him lead you back onto your back again. You can taste yourself on his tongue as he positions himself between your legs, his cock twitching against your core. You can feel how hard he is through his boxers. Your tongue dances with his as you reach down, cupping him through the fabric of his underwear.

He grunts against your mouth, letting your lips go to rest his forehead against your collarbone. Your hand squeezes him causing him to whine lightly. “Baby, don’t do this to me,” he rasps, lips pressing tiny kisses against the skin on your throat. “Need to fuck you.”

You nod, running a hand through his hair and down his neck to his shoulder blade. Pushing at the waistband of his boxers, he gets the hint. He helps you push them down his legs, his cock springing free and slap against his abdomen. You let him do the rest himself. He kicks them off, leaving them to fall onto the floor, long forgotten. He reaches over to his bedside table, opening the drawer and pulling out a condom. You watch him rip it open with his teeth before reaching down to roll it onto his sensitive, throbbing dick. You kiss him once he returns back to hovering over you, tongue sloppily fighting against his. Pulling away, he trails kisses to just above your breasts and back up to your neck. His hands are everywhere on you, running over your nipples to your stomach and further down to brush against your still wet, pulsing core. “Still so wet for me, huh?” He hums against your neck, teeth lightly biting into your skin. “Only for me?”

You nod, breathing heavily, “only you, Gguk.”

You can feel his smirk against your neck, shivers running through you at the thought. He lines himself up, leaning up on his elbows to glance at your face. You lock eyes with him, your hand coming up to cup his cheek. He leans into your touch, eyes closing momentarily before he presses a kiss to your palm.

The moment his eyes open again, you gasp. They’re dark, filled with lust and desperation. You don’t get to say a thing before he pushes past your folds and inside, making you moan his name out loud in surprise and pleasure. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god,” you moan, grabbing onto his bicep tightly. He hisses at the mixed feeling of your nails digging into his skin and the sensation of finally getting to be balls deep in you after all these months. He bottoms out, head resting in the crook of your neck as he stays still for a moment. 

“Oh god, you’re big,” you breathe out into the darkness, taking a few minutes to adjust to his size before you tell him to move. He chuckles against your neck, pressing a small kiss there before leaning up to support himself on his hands, looking down to see where you’re connected as one. “Gguk, please move.”

You’re in another world as he pulls out and pushes back in, the force already unlike anything you’ve ever tried before. How is he better and bigger than what you’d expected? 

“Fuck,” he groans, “you’re so tight.”

Your moans become more high pitched for each thrust Jeongguk does, your stomach tightening in just the right way. He sets a steady rhythm, somehow managing to hit the perfect spot every single time. “I love you so much,” you gasp out as he grinds into you, bottoming out in you and filling you to the brim.

He moans at your words, a hand grabbing your leg and wrapping it tightly around his waist as he fucks you harder. “I love you too,” he breathes out against your lips before kissing you hard but sloppily.

Jeongguk man handles you halfway through, unwrapping your legs from his waist and bending them to press against your chest. This angle causes him to hit even deeper than before. “Jeongguk, please fuck me faster,” you whine, moaning. He bites into his bottom lip as he follows your command, setting a faster yet still hard pace. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he hits you deeper for every single thrust, his balls slapping against your ass as he fucks hard into you.

You’re seeing stars as you close your eyes and moaning out loud in pleasure, loving you better than anyone ever good, cherishing your body in every way he can as he brings you to another orgasm. White flashes for your eyes as it hits you, hands digging into his hair and pulling him in for another kiss. “Oh my god, fuck,” you whine against his lips, feeling yourself tighten around him.

This brings him to the edge, low grunts and groans leaving his lips in between sloppy kisses. His last thrusts become even harder as he hits his high, he stills as he cums into the condom. He’s breathing hard along with you, forehead resting on your chest.

“Holy fucking shit,” he sighs deeply as he pulls out before plopping down to lay beside you. He pulls the condom off and throws it into the bin close to his bed. “That was-”

“Amazing,” you breathe out, turning onto your side to look at him. He turns his head, smiling at you. “You’re amazing,” you tell him.

He grins, leaning up to press his mouth to yours in another sloppy yet soft kiss. You peck his lips one, two, three times before resting your head on his chest. Jeongguk wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you close to his side. The duvet is pulled over the two of you as you’re slowly beginning to drift off to sleep. You don’t allow yourself to fall asleep before you’ve talked about this whole thing.

You rest your chin on his chest, locking eyes with him. His finger tips are running up and down your naked back, goosebumps rising once again.

“What now?” You question hesitantly, voice soft and careful.

Jeongguk shrugs, smiling softly at you. He brings a hand up to push strands of hair behind your ear. “It’s just you and me,” he softly says, running his thumb across your bottom lip. You kiss the pad of his thumb, making him smile even wider.

“Just you and me?” You repeat.

He nods, “you and me.”

You lean up, pressing a last kiss to his lips before resting your head against his chest once again, this time really falling asleep. Jeongguk lies awake for a bit, fingers still running up and down your spine. Your soft snores fill the quietness of his bedroom and it already feels like this is how it’s meant to be, finally.

The sun is forcing its way through the curtains in Jeongguk’s bedroom causing you to stir in your sleep. You stretch before rolling over onto your other side, coming to face a sleeping Jeongguk. You smile, feeling your chest fill with warmth and love as you watch him sleep with his mouth slightly parted and light snores leaving him as well.

You reach out, brushing his overgrown, curly hair out of his face. He stirs lightly, reaching up to wrap his hand around yours and intertwining your hands. He’s still sleepy as he opens his eyes, dark brown eyes meeting yours.

“Hey,” you whisper, shuffling closer so that you can press a soft peck to his lips.

He smiles, feeling his chest fill with warmth and the feeling of being content and happy in this exact moment. 

It doesn’t even take five minutes before Jeongguk’s is more awake and has you pinned down beneath him. He leans down, lips ghosting yours as he rests himself between your legs. He’s still naked just like you.

“Wanna go again?” He whispers against your lips, pressing a soft kiss to them.

You chuckle, “wasn’t last night enough for you?”

He shakes his head, lips moving further down to your neck and biting into your skin, in the same spot as last night. “It will never be enough,” he hums into your skin. You can feel his dick twitch against your thigh causing wetness to quickly appear in between your legs.

Without another word, you reach down and line him up against your folds. “No condom?” He looks at you, confused.

You shake your head. “I’m on the pill and I’m clean,” you tell him, “aren’t you?”

Jeongguk looks at you in awe, nodding his head. “Of course, I am.”

He leans down, kissing you softly, tongue poking out to ask for allowance. You kiss him back, letting him in, arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close. Jeongguk lines himself up again, hand wrapped around the base of his cock. You feel him poking at your folds, stomach tingling in excitement because there’s simply no cock better than Jeongguk’s.

“I love you,” he softly whispers.

You smile, “I love you too.”

Just as he’s about to push himself fully inside, the sound of the front door slamming shut stills him. Jimin’s voice sounds throughout the apartment: “Guys, get up! I’m inviting both of you out to eat breakfast, so you better be ready in five minutes!”

Jeongguk drops his head to your shoulder, a groan leaving his lips. “I can’t believe I get cockblocked again,” he grumbles against your skin, making you laugh out loudly.

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[remmammie]

Hey, Rem! It’s me again.

Could I get a full fic with Ven and General (platonic) Reader who has sleep deprivation? They’ve been friends for many years.

Since he’s a Pure Light, he senses their distress, so he manifests as a glowing light & fully forms in front of them. He reassures that they’ll be alright, gives words of encouragement, sings a lullaby (who doesn’t love lullabies, amirite lol?), aaaand he has a minimal yet perfect understanding that he’s a video-game character.

But at least he assures he’s always be in our hearts <3 Ventus is just a precious boy! (Side note: This is my script idea but I’m not good at writing, so I’d like to see your take on it. Thx)

I wrote this in one sitting because, oh my, I suddenly got so much inspiration for it. There might be spelling mistakes because it's a full fic and I still need to proofread it. I have no idea where these ideas came from so do not ask but I do hope you enjoy this fic, Symmie! @baddestbitchofthedecade

Bridging the Gap - Ventus + Insomniac!Reader

GIF credit goes to @/rosieberry

“Good night, Aqua!”

“Sleep well, Ven.” the Keyblade Master mused with a soft smile. She stepped back to close the door carefully, leaving Ven alone laid in his bed with nothing but his bedclothes and his night-light. Sleeping, Ven though, had its pros and cons: he got to revive his energy for the next day of fun with his friends, and the night would take him somewhere special that only he knew, but, at the same time, he was left alone to try and fall asleep. Rolling over away from the door as Aqua’s footsteps faded, Ven squeezed his eyes shut, clenched part of his duvet tight in his fist, and waited for the comforting darkness of twilight and sleep to fall over him.

He awoke, as he always did, in a sea full of stars. They shone with fluctuating brightnesses and bobbed at varying speeds, excitedly or lethargically. Each star was their own individual person from another world, someone who knew every intricate detail of his own life as if they had watched him from the sky like real stars. Every night, Ven stepped foot onto the invisible floor patterned with the night sky below and watched it ripple like a puddle under his feet, bare after falling asleep. He usually found a bright star and sat beside it, legs crossed and chin curiously leant on a closed fist, and chatted until the morning came, awakening to sunlight peeking through the windows. They would tell him stories of his life, how much others in his universe which they called a “game” would care for him and try their best to protect him. Ventus remembered the seemingly unending kindness of all of the stars laid out in front of him. Each one had nothing but gentle words to offer him. Ventus had found a safe space among these benevolent stars, but he was just lucky enough to visit them when he fell asleep.

Tonight, Ventus was surprised to see as he looked past the swarm of bouncing stars, a transparent figure laid upon a bed not too dissimilar to his own. Their eyes were closed and incredibly strained, squeezed as if experiencing a nightmare or bracing for an unknown impact. The blond Keyblade wielder waded through the excited stars and gently pushed them aside, leaving their stories for another day.

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A blinding light forced your eyes open. Despite your best efforts to fall asleep and brace the fear of what lay in wait behind the darkness of sleep, you couldn’t resist opening your eyes to spot just what had been so rude as to interrupt your hard work. A small part of you, however, was somewhat relieved that there was now some sort of excuse as to why you couldn’t fall asleep.

A familiar innocent look began to form from the blinding light, bright blue eyes impossible to mistake for anyone else. You shot up.

“V-Ven?” Even in the incredible circumstances, the blond boy before you did nothing but smile as if he were completely used to this sort of thing happening.

“Hi! Can…I ask what’s wrong?” For a few moments, you could do nothing but gape and blink. Surely this was some sort of dream? You had fallen asleep after all and that was the only feasible explanation for a video game character to be in front of you, a soft smile gracing his face. After you processed Ven had asked a genuine question, concern and all, you shook your head to clear the lethargy and sat up straight.

“I…just can’t sleep, that’s all.” you admitted. Ven listened intently. He nodded, gave a small hum, and lifted a slim finger.

“Well, that’s okay, we all can’t sleep sometimes!” he spoke happily. Though, when your eyes darkened and fell at his words, so did his. He cocked his head.

“Are you sure that’s all?”

“I didn’t exactly lie, I suppose. But…it’s not just tonight.” you explained. Ven was slow to catch on, seeming to roll your words around in his head for a few seconds. This was only natural, you thought, someone with as pure of a heart as Ven didn’t have to worry about not sleeping, and, of course, video game characters didn’t really need to sleep. They were just programming…right? But that didn’t really make sense when the Ven in front of you looked so real. 

“Hm. Okay, so, maybe you’re worried about something or…it’s something you can’t control? I’ve never heard of someone not being able to sleep…” Ventus had a finger innocently pressed to his cheek, still pondering the real meaning behind what you had confessed to him. Then, his face lit up as bright as the light he had arrived in.

“But, hey! Everything will be o-kay! I have a very strong feeling, right in here,” he pointed excitedly to his chest, “that everything will get better if you just keep thinking positive as best you can. I’ve had lots of sleepless nights, but usually Aqua will read me something from another world or sing me to sleep…” You glanced up from your bed covers and felt your ears practically quirk up at the sound of the word “sing.” Slowly, you glanced up to meet Ventus’ glittering eyes.

“Do…you think we could try that? A song, I mean.” you ask, shy. With Ventus being the bright, shining star he was, nodded.

“Of course! Now, let’s see…”

Ven spent a few minutes in silence, eyes squeezed shut and trying to think of the best lullaby he could think of: the lyrics, the melody, the meaning. Eventually, he pulled his favourite from memory and asked you to lay down, silent and smiling as he started singing from the end of your bed. Ventus’ singing voice was exactly how you had imagined it with a clear air of childish innocence and nasally youth, but delightfully gentle and delicate on your ears as if the melody itself was wrapping around you like a comfortable blanket - the secret key to letting sleep flush away every thought, positive and negative, until only you and Ventus remained, surrounded by gently glowing light and a sea full of stars who had gathered around to listen. Regarding your sleeping form after the song had ended, the figure that was now unfortunately fading away into a slowly floating star of its own, Ven pressed a palm to his chest and spoke lightly and full of sincerity: “I will always be in your heart whenever you need me.”

[worminstuff]

Win Win Situation

dream x reader (more fluff)

from this ask -

Hello! I'd like to request Dream fluff, where they play Minecraft Manhunt with Pandas, Muffin and Gogy. The reader's a secret weapon they hold against Dream (she waits for him in the Nether or the End; the decision is up to u), since they know he really likes her and it's mutual anyways. She's capable of killing Dream with hearts to spare and in last hopes of winning the hunt, he proposes a kiss (in MC, of course) for his life (which the reader grants him). Thx in advance! 💞😊-

i love this ask vvvv much and im gonna try my best to do it justice!

It had been quite a day of filming, this manhunt proving to be one for the books.  Dream had really been stubborn upon not dying, and sapnap, George, and bad were really trying their hardest. 

George was so close to getting a dream when he first crossed to the nether but it was futile as he had looted around a lot and got more armor then they even had time to find.

Dream was pretty sure he was set after proving himself with that battle against George, he had 9 blaze rods, ten pearls and a burning sensation in his stomach from the excitement of winning.

It had been quite a day of filming, this manhunt proving to be one for the books.  Dream had really been stubborn upon not dying, and sapnap, George, and bad were really trying their hardest. 

George was so close to getting a dream when he first crossed to the nether but it was futile as he had looted around a lot and got more armor then they even had time to find.

Dream was pretty sure he was set after proving himself with that battle against George, he had 9 blaze rods, ten pearls and a burning sensation in his stomach from the excitement of winning.

As he sat listening to the 3 weirdos giggling amongst themselves he thought about you, you would've been so proud of the way he's wiggled out of their grasps so many times from a boat chase where he managed to drown Sapnap by using a tnt to blow them up in a cave. A blush crossed his cheeks at the thought of you being excited with him. He couldn't wait to tell you about it later.

Lately you two had been talking awfully a lot and he was enjoying it a lot. You'd met through sapnap since you knew him for a long time. You often streamed with Wilbur or Tubbo too, Tubbo being another one of your favorite people.

Dream loves to watch the streams and videos you both make because you two are so entertaining. Dream thought you were absolutely adorable, especially when you and Tubbo are trying to figure out redstone for a new scheme or terrorizing Tommy for a bit. Most of all he loved your bed wars streams, he was always entranced at how amazing you were at pvp. He loved every bit of it.

He himself had a really hard time talking to you at first. In his defense, you were a pretty girl! Adorable, sweet, funny and kind and incredible at pvp. How was he supposed to approach you without freaking you out with his tiny little obsession.

The sound of an ender eye breaking snapped him out of his little day dream, realizing he was nearby the stronghold, he started his way down.

Unknowing to dream, the boys were just over a hill watching him just as he was digging down. Instead of following just yet sapnap sent a message on discord, to you.

panpas 

    he’ll be there in a second i think

y/n

    okey dokey!

There was nothing in the unspoken rules of manhunt that said nothing about a secret weapon. That's exactly what you were. Sapnap and George and bad all knew you were one of the few people that could easily beat dreams.

Dream knew it too, sometimes he liked to tell himself it was only because she got him flustered so easily, but deep down he knew you just played way too much Minecraft. 

You sat impatiently waiting for him to reach the end, impatiently sitting near a clump of endermen. You were nervous and excited at the same time, beating dreams was always fun. You'd always admired dreams and his presence on the internet but after meeting him, things changed a bit.

He seemed hesitant talking to you at first but lately he had been texting you every morning and night and even called you a few times! He gave you so many butterflies just at the thought of him.

Dream searched around the stronghold looking for the portal, as he was about to turn a corner sapnap spoke up, 

“Don't you guys think it's been a bit boring without..y/n” He smirked behind his computer screen as he could practically hear dreams heart rate go up just by that single sentence. He was correct with that bet.

“Duh! y/n would have had a dream dead like an hour ago '' George spoke with a knowing smirk.

“That's not true-” Dream tried to poke into the conversation when bad suddenly interrupted him.

“No you muffin, you know y/n would totally have beat your booty way back in the nether”

“Booty-” Dream was cut off once again by a fit of hyena laughter from his friends. 

As they giggled he finally found the portal and filled in the empty slots hopping in quickly. He was surprised he hadn't heard the boys say anything about it with the achievements popping up onto the screen. 

He was confused up until he spotted you, standing by one of the pillars.

“what?! how?! y/n? how did you- when- huh?” His flustered state was quickly made obvious by the way the boys could hear a smile even through his confusion.

You started sprinting towards him as the three boys dropped into the portal as well but not rushing over just yet, wanting to see this unfold first.

You let out a small giggle as you were gaining on him, he was running around still confused on how you were there.

“Come here Dreeeeam” You said maniacally trying to gain on him.

“Get away y/n! how are you even-”

He let out a yell as you got your first crit on him, your ax was clearly more op than his and he could tell by only one hit.

“How did you do that much damage! What are you even-”

After finally trying to fight her, he was at 3 hearts and he even had a shield. 

“Okay, okay, okay, y/n hold on for a second please” He backed up a bit facing her character as she lowered her weapon waiting on his next move.

“I have..a proposition” Dream let out a breath nervously, 

“What kind of proposition?” You smirked, ready to decimate him with only a few more hits.

“No! No propositions! y/n you have him just kill him so we win!'' Sapnap chimed in with George and badly agreed.

“No no guys, hold on, I wanna know what it is,” You said with a small airy laugh.

“If you don't kill me y/n, i'll give you something I think you'll like”

“Like enough not to win?”

“I hope so..” Dream started to regret this decision, he knew he liked you and he thought you liked him, but how could he be sure? He would bed George would call him stupid for thinking she wouldn't like him but he just wasn't sure.

“Tell me then, what is it?” You were getting a bit antsy, he was a wild card to you. You adored him so much but sometimes you just never knew what was going on in his brain.

“A kiss.” You definitely weren't expecting that. As Dream spoke the two words he'd been repeating in his head for minutes, you were silent, sitting in shock.

You were expecting one of the boys to call it bullshit and tell you to just murder him on the spot, but they were silent.

“A..kiss?” You weren't sure you heard him right, because you couldn't believe it! A kiss? From Dream? You'd faint!

“Yeah. A kiss. And you let me kill the dragon.” He was gaining a bit more confidence after he realized he made you nervous.

“What?! No! No kissing! Murdering y/n! Murdering!” George wasn't surprised you were considering it because he knew how much you both like each other but he really doesn't want to lose like this.

“In- in game or?” you were sure he meant in game, but you were curious.

“Well.. it'll do until we meet in person. But I'll still owe you a real one after you let me win.” He smiled widely just thinking about getting to kiss you, or even be near you in real life! he could burst just at the thought.

While he was daydreaming, you were conflicted. The butterflies that were creating a sick feeling in your stomach at the thought of kissing him were overtaking the thought of wanting to beat him. You had already decided but you knew the boys would be so angry their secret weapon had failed them.

“How about. I take both kisses.. and then you have to beat me to the dragon. I won't fight you, you just have to beat the dragon before I can” Your plan seemed full proof. Seemed like a win win situation, or so you thought.

“Sounds perfect to me, y/n” He was grinning so madly, Your character got close to his, just a block or so in front of him.

“This won't be nearly as good as it could be but, MWAH '' Dream made an exaggerated kissing noise as he jumped towards your character hitting into it, then turning and booking it towards the dragon as it was starting to perch.

The boys were cheering and yelling as you sat in shock, not at the fact that his character kissed yours but because of what he said before. 

Was he really going to kiss you in real life? Your mind was absolutely swimming with thoughts when you suddenly checked back in at the sound of three boys yelling your name and the sound of the dragon dying.

“You just stood there y/n! why would you just stand there?!” George tries to sound mad but he really couldn't be. He was sure dream was on cloud 9 at that moment.

Dream was out of his chair, yelling with excitement as the boys were angrily shouting about their loss while you were still silent. Your silence was taken by a laugh, your own laugh,

“Hey y/n, can I call you in a little while?” He asked

“Yeah, please.” You said shakily as you left the discord call.

You leaned back in your chair, shaking your head with a small smile. He was going to be the death of you.

[nanasparadise]

Can you do (aged up of course), Yandere Narancia x reader. [p.s can it include any of these prompts? “ Stop denying our love! Stop denying our future together!! ”, “ Please don’t cry. Show me the smile I love so much! ”, “ You can’t escape my love.”,” You will grow to love me back, I just know it!“] Thx so much <3

“You can’t escape my love”

“You will grow back to love me, I just know it.”

Hiya anon! I hope you enjoy it! <3 

Summary: Your boyfriend doesn’t understand the concept of boundaries and keeps harassing you, until he stands in front of your apartment’s door...

TW: cyber harassment, implied stalking, gaslighting, mentions of a panic attack, toxic relationship, noncon touching, curse words, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY/MINORS DNI

I do not condone any yandere behaviour in real life.

Narancia has been aged up, no minor content on my blog!

Word count: 2155

“No escape” Yan! Narancia x gender-neutral reader 

 Bling. Another one of… how many messages again? You have stopped counting a while ago. An exasperated sigh escapes your lips, wondering why you haven’t turned off the volume yet. Why is he so unrelenting? Annoyed, you take your phone in your hand, staring at the twenty-five texts Narancia has left for you. At first, they have started off innocently, asking you about your well-being and your day. But as time has passed, the messages have begun becoming more invasive and have ended up being straight-up creepy. 

“Why aren’t you answering me, did I do something wrong?” 

“Stop being so stubborn, I know you want to be with me, too!” 

“I’m always near you, you’re aware of that, right? You can’t escape my love.”

 An icy shudder travels down your spine while reading the last two sentences. Fear clenches around your heart, making your chest feel heavy, your breaths short and laboured. 

“’’Try out this dating app!’ they said, ‘It will be fun!’ I see where this fun has lead me to”, you think gloomily. Why on earth did you ever sign up to that damned app and had to match with Narancia? You curse yourself, curse your naivety for having expected to encounter there a nice and healthy relationship.

The only thing that has waited for you is an obsessive stalker you can’t get rid of. Of course you didn’t realise Narancia’s disturbing nature at the beginning. No, you thought of him as sweet and energetic, although a bit tiring. Your first dates were pleasant: you went to a fair, sharing candyfloss and laughter between you, to a restaurant, where the Italian nearly choked on his pasta out of excitement, to a spring picnic at the local park, bathing in the gentle sunlight. It all seemed so beautiful to you back then, so innocent. But quickly, things have changed. 

Narancia has become increasingly clingy to you until it started feeling as if he was glued onto your hip. Oh, you want to go grocery shopping? He’ll come with you and help you carry your bags! You’re planning on visiting your family on the weekend? He’ll join you, he has been dying to meet them anyway! 

Setting boundaries with him was extremely challenging. Every time you hinted that you’d rather like to spend some time alone, he nearly threw a fit, taking your words out of context and twisting them around. 

“So you want to toss me away? You don’t think I’m important to you?”, he shouted at you, tears of anger forming in his eyes. Back then, you didn’t notice his gaslighting methods, felt guilty for prioritising yourself. But now, you don’t want to hold yourself back anymore. There isn’t any reason for you to justify yourself, especially not to someone who clearly has no right to intervene in your life like this. Your gaze travels back to your phone. All these messages, these implications, are proof enough of his unhealthy attachment to you. Hell, he even admitted following you! No matter how much you enjoyed your time together, you can’t let Narancia continue with his creepy behaviour.

Quickly, you type a text, telling the Italian that if he goes on invading your privacy, you’ll block him. For a few minutes, sweet silence dominates your living room. 

“Maybe he finally got it”, you muse hopefully. 

Bling. There goes your hope. 

“Are you messing with me? Why would you write that?! Please, stop with these jokes, we can talk about this!” Another sigh comes out of your mouth. 

“No Narancia, we actually can’t. That’s exactly what I’ve been trying to tell the whole time, but it seems you don’t understand. I’m sorry, but I’m gonna block you for now, otherwise I’ll go insane.” 

With these final words, you block his number. Relief washes over you as you realise that the Italian can’t harass you anymore. 

“It‘s kind of sad how things have turned out”, you mumble to yourself. Though you do feel some regret – after all, the two of you had shared many beautiful moments together – you abruptly stop your pondering. “No use to cry over spoiled milk, Y/N. If he keeps treating you like this, it’s best to get away from him.”

Little did you know that Narancia isn’t letting you go that easily. The following days, he kept reaching out to you towards multiple phone numbers. Every time you blocked it, a new one popped up. At this point, you’ve simply stopped using your phone altogether, only relying on the device if it’s inevitable. In those cases, you’re helplessly exposed to the unnerving messages of the young man. The latest one keeps haunting your mind, initiating your anxiety. 

“I’ve been really patient with you, Y/N, but this little game is making me lose my temper. I’ll be seeing you tonight and then we settle things straight. You will grow back to love me, we’ll make up again, I just know it.” 

Nervously, you eye the nearest clock in your flat. 8 p.m. What does Narancia consider ‘tonight’? Will he even come? Are you able to face him right now? 

“Oh god, I need to go”, you whisper desperately, nausea manifesting itself in your stomach. You could crash at your friend’s place, you’re sure they’d understand your situation. Quickly, you gather all your important belongings, ready to flee, as a loud knocking on your front door followed by an all too familiar voice interrupts your escape. 

“Hey Y/N, could you open the door for me, please?”

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You mutter an incoherent string of curses. Petrified, you just keep staring at the door, not daring move a single muscle in your body. 

“If you don’t open the door yourself, I’ll just break it in, you know?”, Narancia shouts on the other side. The casualness of his tone scares you even more. 

“How can he just be so blasé by his behaviour? Doesn’t he notice how wrong his actions are?” Actually fearing the Italian might damage your property, you accept your defeat and slowly walk up to the front door. Hesitantly, with shaking hands, you unlock it and pull the handle down. Nervousness creeps up on you, making your palms grow sweaty and your heart palpitating erratically. Soon – too soon for your liking – you meet a pair of familiar purple eyes. To your surprise, Narancia smiles upon seeing your face. 

“Hi babe,” he greets you, carefree, “I’m so glad you opened the door for me! You have no clue how much I’ve missed you!” Without even waiting for you to invite him in – which you definitely wouldn’t have done – the young man marches into your flat, invading your privacy even further. Suddenly, two arms wrap around your middle and pull you close to the young man’s chest. Your breathing falters at the abrupt touch. “It’s alright, it’s only me, Y/N”, Narancia tries to comfort you. If only he knew that his presence currently gives you anything but comfort…

A few moments later, you find yourself sitting on your couch next to him. Narancia flashes you a seemingly reassuring grin all while you keep fiddling with the sleeves your shirt. You blankly stare at the floor in front of you. Even though Narancia’s behaviour is conveying sympathy, you couldn’t get rid of the intuitive feeling that this is all but a façade to lull you into a false sense of security. Who knows what he could do to you? Despite his overall sweet and fun nature, the young man doesn’t shy away from using violence if you test his – admittedly little – patience. His numerous messages flash up in your mind again. You’re painfully aware now how he made it clear that you’ve clearly missed your opportunities of being in his good graces. This realisation pushes you nearly over the edge, being on the brink of a panic attack. Would Narancia really hurt you? 

“Look Y/N,” the sound of his voice interrupts your train of thought. A little startled, you immediately straighten your back and glance at his form next to you. The young man’s hand finds its way to yours, stopping your fumbling by securely grasping it. “I didn’t mean to frighten you, but what’s wrong? Why did you just ignore me like that?”, Narancia asks you. You don’t miss the hint of annoyance in his voice, indicating his true feelings. Though anxiety still has a hold on you, you try your best to fight against it and tell him the truth. After all, it’s not like you could escape this situation anyway. So you take a deep breath in and out again, before you spill your following words. 

“Well, I know you’re more of a clingy person Narancia, but what you’re doing is unhealthy. You can’t expect me to give you my full attention all the time. And you definitely can’t follow me around! It’s just creepy and wrong. You know that’s considered stalking, right?”

The Italian stares back at you incredulously. You wonder what’s going on in his head right now. 

“You gave me no other choice, Y/N! How am I supposed to see if you’re doing alright if you deny me like this? You really think me worrying about you makes me some deranged criminal?”, Narancia barks angrily back at you. The grip on your hand tightens. Listening to your previous gut feeling, you immediately retrieve your hand from his all while scooting away from him to gain more space between you. The dark-haired man’s jaw visibly clenches at your action, disapproval glistening in his eyes. Of course he would use his gaslighting tactics on you, he always does when things don’t go his way. Cautiously, you think for a while of what to say, not wanting to trigger Narancia’s wrath any further. 

“It’s not the fact you worry about me, it’s the way you choose to show your concern. Narancia, it’s not okay what you’re doing, you’re actually making me feel very uncomfortable, even right now. Plus, you’re blaming me for your behaviour, which is, again, not acceptable”, You carefully reply, hoping to talk some sense into him.

He makes you uncomfortable? Narancia can’t comprehend your words at all. He’d been worrying himself sick the last few days, trying to reach out to you as best as possible while you cruelly kept on ignoring his countless messages. But he is supposed to be the bad guy now? The Italian scoffs intensely at that thought. He can feel the anger gnawing at his guts, ready to be released. 

“You’re being ridiculous, Y/N,” Narancia reprimands you, “can’t I show you anymore that I care? That I love you? Even after you’ve blocked and ignored me? What do you expect me to do now, to just let you go?” 

“Actually, I do,” you peep quietly, “I can’t continue with this madness. If you don’t want to understand and listen to me, then it’s best for you to go. Now.” Your voice grows stronger with every word you utter, finally regaining your confidence. Meanwhile, Narancia’s heart sinks to his stomach at your statement. Do you really want to leave him? 

“No, no no no Y/N, you don’t mean this, right? You wanna stay with me, don’t you?” 

“No, I really don’t think I do, not after you’ve shown me your true colours.” 

With a force you don’t expect, Narancia pulls you suddenly against his chest again. His arms cage you in, leaving no room for you to move at all. 

“This is just a misunderstanding,” the young man keeps repeating like a mantra while tightening his grasp as if you could dissipate into thin air if he didn’t cling onto you, “It’s normal for couples to fight from time to time, it’s fine. We’re fine, right? You wouldn’t abandon me for real, would you?” 

“Narancia, I –“ you try to intervene, but your attempts remain futile as he cuts you off quickly. 

“No, you’re not going to leave me! I’m not letting you. Look, this is but a silly fight, you’re not going to toss away our relationship for that, are you? Just remember all the beautiful moments we shared together, how happy I can make you, if you just let me!” Narancia nuzzles his head into the crook of your neck. “I love you, Y/N.” He eagerly plants kisses onto your skin, making you shudder and whimper helplessly. Your eyes grow bigger, your breath quickens as you desperately look for a way to escape this situation, to escape him. 

“I love you more than anything in this world. I’d gladly give up everything if it meant to spend every second with you by my side. No one can love you like this but me. Remember that next time you’re thinking I’m going to let you off the hook”, Narancia whispers in your ear, the underlying threat being crystal clear to you. No, you aren’t going to escape from him any time soon…

[laddieseddiemunster]

Hi! Thx for replying by for specification, I really loved the rebel aspect about the little sister imagine and maybe you could do one for like when it’s the day after she drank the bottle and the guys didn’t find her in the cave but can sense her around the boardwalk. I read in a few that when a new member is added they can feel it so that’s the route I’m going for. If not it’s cool.

Thank you for this ask! I really love the whole little sister concept with the lost boys. This ended up kind of turning into a wholesome fic cause I didn’t want to copy my other one. Hope you enjoy!

New Arrival (Lost Boys & 13 y/o Sister!Reader)

warning(s): mentioning of kidnapping, sneaking out of school, alcoholism, peer pressure

Some might say you were too young to be ditching school, but the hell with them, right? Though you weren’t sneaking out of school to a party. No, you were meeting up with friends to go exploring through some abandoned places. Sure, these places could be haunted, but the slight fear makes the experience more fun for you and your friends. Nothing spooky has ever happened before, so why should something happen now?

One of your friends came up with the idea. It was supposed to be a celebration for you and your friends most hated teacher because they had just gone missing. It was the ‘I’m glad you’re gone and I hope you never come back’ type of celebration. You didn’t know exactly what abandoned place you were going to, but wherever it was, it seemed to be really closed off near the mountains.

This abandoned place was beautiful, but it didn’t seem too abandoned. It was a cave that looked like it was something else originally, but it was decorated so nicely that you could hardly tell. The only problem was, there was some fire lit in the cave to bring light in, which probably means someone was in here not long ago.

Instead of deciding to leave, you chose to stay because you didn’t want to look like the one that was all scared. You’ve been to many abandoned places with your friends, but the slight fact that this place could possibly not be abandoned gave you the creeps.

As you all gathered up in the center of the cave, one of your friends thought it was a great idea to play a game of truth or dare. You made the smart move and decided to go with truth, because there was no way that you were doing a dare in this cave. One of your other friends decided to go with dare, and the dare they got was to crawl through the tunnel up hidden in the cave that no one had the balls to go into. You were thankful you didn’t have to do that.

Unfortunately for you, it came a time where you used up all of your truths, and now you were forced to do a dare. If you chose truth for a certain amount of times, then you had to do a dare no matter what. One of your friends came up with that idea, and you were currently hating them for it.

Your heart beat started to pump faster and faster as you thought of what horrible dare you would have to do in this cave. The answer to your question, was not thrilling or exciting as you might have guessed. Your friend handed you a tall looking wine glass that had been sitting on a table when you had first gotten to the cave. Your friend told you that for the dare you’d have to take a sip of whatever substance was in this glass.

Both of your eyes looked down in the direction of the bottle in your hands. The liquid inside was blood red, and it didn’t smell too appealing either. You almost gagged and immediately shook your head. There was no way you were going to drink this. All your friends started to whine and tell you that you had to do it because it was a dare. They started to chant “chug!” over and over again. You realized that if you didn’t drink it, then your friends would never let you live this down. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. “If I die it’s their fault,” you thought to yourself before putting the opening of the bottle up to your lips.

The substance burned your throat the second you swallowed a tiny portion of it. You let the bottle drop onto the floor and smash into thousands of pieces. You started to cough as you felt the burning from the liquid practically in your chest now. Your friends crowded you asking if you were okay, but you couldn’t answer them. You were barely able to breathe, more or less speak.

While you were trying to catch your breath, you heard some screaming coming from the other end of the cave. You thought this day couldn’t get any worse, but boy, were you wrong.

The screaming was coming from your friend that was given the dare to explore one of the tunnels in the cave. Well, they were now squirming out of the tunnel, and they looked scared shitless. They were screaming loudly that you all needed to leave now, and you definitely weren’t going to argue with that. The rest of your friends now looked pretty afraid, so you all grabbed your things and left as quickly as you could.

Your friend started to calm down when the cave was no where in sight and you all were safe. They claimed that they saw a couple people hanging from the roof at the end of the tunnel. A couple of your friends thought it was all a bunch of bologna. Some of them actually wanted to go back and investigate, but you were quick to shut them down. There is no way in hell that you were going back to that place.

->

The boys woke up and immediately noticed something was off. They could feel in their blood that a human had just been turned. Though, they didn’t know how. David could tell that it was from his blood, so he knew that someone drank the bottle. That, or one of them didn’t fully kill someone, and they hoped to god that that wasn’t the case.

Once they all saw the broken bottle of David’s blood on the floor they knew what had happened. They could also smell in the air that their were humans in the cave just a couple hours ago. Their main concern wasn’t to go out and kill some people that were in the cave, the main concern was to find you. A new vampire out in public could be dangerous. Lots of terrible things could happen that they didn’t want to think about. They knew they had to find you. Before Max did.

->

You didn’t feel too bad after a couple hours. You were able to breathe, and the burning in your chest went away. It was almost like nothing had happened. Well, so far.

Once you felt 100% you decided to take a walk around the boardwalk. Your friends were most likely already there. You met up with them there almost every day. Your mom dropped you off at the boardwalk before scurrying away to the nearest bar. It wasn’t a surprise to you at all. Sometimes you wondered how your mother even remembered to pick you up after school cause of all her drinking. You hoped one day she’d get some help for herself and you, but you’ve been hoping for that for years.

After your mom dropped you off you decided to look around for your friends. You usually met up with them around the carousel, but when you got there, they were nowhere to be found. You figured that they were probably still spooked over what happened at the cave, so you decided to go for ice cream because you knew it’d be a while before your mom would come to get you.

While you were in the line to order some ice cream, you started to feel a pounding in your chest. It felt like your heart was about to explode. You fell onto your knees and tried to take a few breaths. You could practically hear your own heart beat. It sounded like your heart was a ticking time bomb that was ready to detonate. A couple people in the line crouched down to your level and asked if you were okay.

As you looked over at the people trying to help you, you noticed that a weird feeling appeared in your throat. Almost like a thirst. Not a thirst for water though. You could practically smell the blood from their veins. It was quite unsettling, and the thirst in your throat kept increasing. It was like you were looking at them as if they were a meal. The people didn’t understand. They probably thought you were about to pass out.

The thirst was too much for you to handle, so you pushed past the people to try and stop it. Of course, that didn’t work at all. There was hundreds of people walking around, and you were stuck right in the middle of the crowd. The thirst didn’t go away, and the crowds only made it worse. The pounding in your chest didn’t help much either. You felt like you were dying, and no one around you seemed to care.

Your vision started to blur, and now your head was pounding along with your heart. You almost felt like your legs were about to give out. Until you felt someone grab onto both of your shoulders to keep you upright.

“Are you okay, kid?” Your vision came back and you looked up to see who was talking to you. It was a tall blond looking rocker, who definitely was considerably a lot older than you.

“Y-yeah! I’m fine,” you tried to get away from him, but he wasn’t budging. He hard a firm grip on your shoulders.

“Oh good, you found her,” you turned to your left to see a shorter blond with curly hair. He had a leather jacket on that had lots of vibrant colors. Since you had been on the boardwalk a good amount of times, you knew who these guys were. They were a part of the biker gang that was known for being feared. These guys were bad news.

“Wh-what?” The fact that they had been looking for you only sparked red flags. Luckily, your thirst started to become manageable. You didn’t quite feel it anymore. It was strange that the second these guys showed up was the second your thirst started to wear off, but you weren’t exactly complaining about it.

“Uhh, kid, you’re going to have to come with us,” the shorter blond said trying to take your hand.

“No!” You pulled your hand away from him, but the taller blond still had a grip on you.

“Kid, listen, you’re a-”

“No! Let go of me!” The blond rocker now grabbed onto your wrist. He was pretty strong, so no matter how hard you pulled, he didn’t budge one bit. The two remaining members of the gang had now joined in. Four against one.

“This is the one, right David?” The shorter blond asked. David. Now at least one of them was revealed.

“Yes,” the one called David said. He was definitely the leader. You recognized him because he always led the pack whenever you saw them around the boardwalk. “We have to take her back.”

You cursed under your breath realizing that you had to get out of this and fast. “Help me! I’m being kidnapped! Help!” You screamed for anyone to hear, but everyone just kept walking. It was like you were deaf upon ears.

“Stop it, kid! Ow!” The blond rocker yelped in pain as you bit down hard on his wrist that gripped onto your arm. He still didn’t release you, no matter how hard you tried. The other two blonds laughed at the two of you.

“Jesus Paul,” the brunette scoffed. “You’re scaring the hell out of her!”

“You’re not being kidnapped,” the shorter blond said with a mischievous smile appearing on his face. You could tell that he liked scaring people. “Well, not literally.”

The brunette shoved the shorter blond aside and walked towards you. “What’s your name?”

“Why would I tell you that?” You replied trying to back away from him.

“We’re not here to hurt you. You’re not being kidnapped,” the brunette said and turned back to glare at the shorter blond. “We’re here to help you.”

“From what?” You asked still unconvinced.

“We’re gonna explain that. Just tell us you’re name first,” the brunette said.

You rolled your eyes at told him your name. They all followed by telling you their names. The brunette was Dwayne. And the shorter blond was Marko.

David pushed Dwayne aside to walk towards you. “Let’s get to the point, okay?” You nodded even though you didn’t know exactly what he meant. “You drank from the bottle, didn’t you?”

You gasped softly. Dammit, you knew that you shouldn’t have drunk from that bottle. All because of some stupid dare. You shut your eyes and nodded.

David sighed. “Look kid, this is going to be really hard to explain, and I can’t do it here. You’re going to have to come back with us.”

“How do I know you’re not going to hurt me?” You asked not fully trusting them.

David chose not to put his hands on you. He felt that that would probably freak you out even more. “I swear to you that we won’t. We are here to help you, and protect you.”

“Protect me from what?” You asked.

“Yourself in a way.” You gave David a questioning look. What the hell was in that drink? “Listen to me very carefully,” you nodded. “You’re no longer...human. That drink contains something that turns you into... one of us.” He said which didn’t help your confusion.

“It’s hard to explain, but I can explain it better if we’re not in public. You’re going to have to trust us. If you don’t, it can be bad for you.” David said which still didn’t make much sense to you. But, you wanted to know what was the matter with you, so you nodded.

The boys took you out of the crowds and towards their motorcycles. You still didn’t exactly trust them, but if they could fix whatever was wrong with you, then you were willing to take the risk. David motioned for you to get on the back of his bike, and you had to take a breath before getting on it. Millions of thoughts raced through your brain, but you tried to convince yourself that these guys might actually be trying to help you.

The ride was actually kind of thrilling. You could tell David had no intention of driving slow. It didn’t surprise you when you saw them stop right in front of the caves entrance. You hoped to never see this cave again, but it didn’t look like this cave was ever going to leave your life.

You walked in trying not to look at the broken glass on the floor from the ‘wine’ bottle.

“Is this what you drank from?” Marko asked picking up some of the broken glass.

You gulped and nodded.

David and Marko shared a glance. Unfortunately, it didn’t look like a good one.

“Y/n, we are not exactly human,” David started. “You’ve seen all the missing posters around the town I’m sure?”

You nodded again.

“Those people are missing because of us. We are...killers. We have to feed from people to survive. If we feed, we will never die.” David said. You started to fidget. Maybe they weren’t trying to help you. Maybe they wanted you to be their next victim.

“So, you’re...cannibals?” You asked hoping that that wasn’t the truth. The two blonds started to laugh, but Dwayne glared at both of them internally telling them to stop.

David shook his head. “No, we’re...” David took a deep breath. He didn’t like stating the exact name of what he was, “...vampires.”

You scoffed in disbelief. You weren’t only in the worst place in the world, but now these guys claim to be vampires.

Marko and Paul shared a glance and mischievously smiled at each other. You were about to call them crazy, until you saw both of the blonds faces change completely. Their eyes turned golden, and their teeth were now sharp fangs that could pierce anyone’s skin.

Before you could scream, Dwayne put his hand over your mouth. “It’s okay, they’re not going to hurt you.” He tried to sound reassuring, but it didn’t work too well. The blonds turned back to normal after a few seconds, and you started to calm down. After Dwayne took his hand away from your mouth, you started to put two and two together.

“Is that what...I am?” You asked hoping that your conclusion was incorrect. The last thing you wanted to be was a vampire.

David nodded. “In that bottle, was my blood. Since you drank it, you’re now one of us.”

You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. Vampires were supposed to be fake! Not real! You couldn’t imagine killing people in order to survive. “Is there any way to turn back?”

David looked away before shaking his head.

“You mean I’m stuck like this forever?!” You raised your voice. This was worse than death.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” Marko said.

“It’s worse than it looks!” You fired back making Marko look to the ground.

“Well, on the bright side you’re going to be our sister now,” Paul said with a smile.

“I don’t want to be your sister!” You said which made Paul’s smile fall. “I want to be normal!”

“Look, I understand that you probably want to think this over. There is a bedroom over there if you want to be alone.” David said pointing over to a room that was covered with curtains. You wondered why. You didn’t want to argue with them anymore, so you got up and walked over to the bedroom closing the curtains behind you. This was definitely the worst day of your life. You had to bite your lip to fight the tears that were threatening to fall. Crying wouldn’t help anything at this point.

You ended up spending the night there. The boys brought you food before the sun came up, but you never said a word to them when you came to give you the food. You woke up the next day assuming that it was morning. Instead, it was six in the afternoon. The sun was probably already down. You groaned realizing that your mom was probably pissed right now.

A couple minutes later, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko walked in your ‘bedroom’. You sighed and sat on the bed trying not to look at them. Marko walked to the side of the bed you were closest on, and he showed you a teddy bear that he had been hiding behind his back. He gestured for you to grab it, and you hesitated before grabbing it. The bear was brown, and it had a big smile on its face. You looked over at Marko and he shrugged his shoulders with a grin. You smiled and hugged the teddy bear tightly letting your head rest on the toys head.

Paul walked over to you and showed you a cake he had been hiding behind his back. On the top of the cakes was writing made out of frosting that said “Sister?” on it. You chuckled and took the cake.

“Is this...breakfast?” You asked not exactly knowing what to name this meal.

“Hey, if you don’t want it, I’ll eat it,” Paul said laying down on the bed.

“Did you write this?” You asked Paul pointing at the writing on the cake.

Paul nodded.

“Well, you have terrible handwriting,” you giggled looking at the words on the cake that were so hard to make out. It looked like someone drunk had written it.

Paul glared at you before grabbing the teddy bear and throwing it at your face. While you were distracted, Paul took his chance and wrestled you down to the bed and grabbed the cake looking like he was about to drop it on your face. You screamed for him not to do it.

“Take back what you said!” Paul pretended to be angry, but you could tell that he was just playing. Though he probably would drop the cake on your face.

“I take it back!” You gave in and Paul put the cake down on the bed.

You looked over at Dwayne who looked like he was trying not to bring up the elephant in the room. “Where’s David?” You asked him.

“He went out.” Dwayne said with a frown on his face. “Look y/n, you’re not a full vampire yet, you’re half. In order to be full, you’ll have to make your first kill.”

You looked away from Dwayne. Your good mood was now gone. “Do I have to make a kill?”

“Well, it’s probably best that you shouldn’t right now,” Dwayne said which gave you some hope. “You’re pretty young, so it’d be best if you wait til you’re older. It’ll be hard, but you’ll be able to do it.”

You sighed. “Will I ever get to see my friends and family again?” You asked Dwayne.

“It’s probably best that you don’t. You won’t be going to school anymore, so it’d be hard to explain to people why you aren’t going,” Dwayne replied.

“I’m not going to school anymore?” You asked.

“Well, as long as you’re with us, then no,” Dwayne said. No school? You hated school. Maybe this life wouldn’t be so bad after all. Then you remembered about your mother. You couldn’t just stop seeing her. Even though she wasn’t the best mother, you still loved her.

“What about my family? I can’t just leave my mom. I’m all she has!” You told them.

“It’s probably best that you don’t see her. If you see her and she calls the police, it could be bad,” the brunette explained.

Your mom was probably worried sick about you. The least you could do was check up on her, and make sure she’s okay.

“Can i at least go check up on her? Just to see if she’s okay? I won’t talk to her, I’ll just look through the window,” you suggested.

Dwayne looked over at Marko and Paul for an answer. They both shrugged their shoulders.

“Okay,” Dwayne agreed. “But just this once.”

You were glad that they were letting you see your mother, but at the same time it felt like they were controlling your life. You didn’t choose to be like this, but now you can’t get out of it. All because of a stupid dare.

Dwayne drove you to your mothers house. It sucked because you wanted to see how she was doing, but you couldn’t speak to her. You could only look through the window. You hoped to god that this wasn’t the last time you’d ever see her. The thought of that made you sad.

You told Dwayne to stay on his motorcycle, and that you wouldn’t be long. As you walked over to the front window you noticed a car pulled up in the driveway that you had never seen before. You shrugged it off and decided not to pay much attention to it. You crouched down next to the window and took a look trying not to look suspicious.

When you looked inside your house, you saw that your mom was sitting down on the couch. She looked like she was talking to someone, but you couldn’t see who. Suddenly, someone walked over to her. It was some guy you had never seen before. He grabbed onto the back of her neck and started to kiss her. She definitely wasn’t trying to push him away. He ended up getting on top of her, and she let him.

Your breath hitched and you started to see red. You mother didn’t seem like she was worried about you. It looked like she was having the time of her life. You had been gone for almost a full day, and she cared so much about you that she was hooking up with some guy in your own house. You knew she wasn’t perfect, but this was crossing the line.

You felt tears start to form in your eyes, and you tried to blink them away. Some still fell, but you were so angry that you didn’t care. Angry and sad. Angry because you just realized that your own mother didn’t look like she cared that you hadn’t been home for almost a day. Sad because of the same reason. She obviously didn’t care. She cared more about alcohol and this random guy more.

Dwayne noticed you wiping away tears from your eyes as you walked back to his bike.

“Are you okay? What’s the matter?” He asked.

“Nothing. Just drive,” you ordered him as you hopped on the back of his motorcycle.

“Is she okay?” Dwayne turned around to face you. He saw that your lip quivered and that your eyes were watering.

“Yeah, she’s just perfect, okay?” You barked back not looking at him.

“Tell me what happened,” Dwayne said while grabbing onto your arm.

“Nothing! Just take me home!” You said with a slight whimper. Dwayne decided not to keep bothering you with the question. Obviously something happened, but you weren’t going to tell him. Dwayne was a little surprised that you told him to take you home. Because you meant the cave. You wanted to go back to them. Dwayne realized in that moment, that whatever you did see, made you not consider the place with your mom ‘home’ anymore.

Dwayne said nothing to you on the ride back to the cave. He didn’t want to upset you any more than you already were. Dwayne wasn’t planning on telling the other guys about what had happened. They’d probably get worried and shower you with more questions.

David was already back at the cave when both you and Dwayne came back. When you walked in, you noticed that Marko and Paul had big grins on their faces. Too bad you didn’t feel like smiling along with them.

“Where’d you guys go?” David asked.

“We went for a ride,” Dwayne said which was half the truth.

David nodded before standing up. “Y/n, I got you something.” You sighed. You weren’t exactly in the mood for any more gifts. All you wanted to do was lay down in bed for the rest of the night. It was a terrible day, and you felt like nothing in the world could make it better.

Before you could tell him that you weren’t in the mood, David pulled out a black leather jacket that looked around your size.

“I thought that sense you’re one of us, that you should look like us,” he said handing you the leather jacket. You took it in your hands and admired it for a few seconds. It wasn’t too crazy like Marko’s, but it did have some design. The front had some golden print, and some beads were stamped on the upper part of the sleeves. The edge of the sleeves also had some golden printing. There was no zipper or buttons. It looked like a smaller version of David’s jacket.

“If you don’t like it I could go get another one,” David suggested.

“No! No, I like it,” you said still admiring it. You had never owned a leather jacket before. Up until now of course.

“You could decorate it, too,” Marko said pointing to his very decorated jacket.

You still felt a little hurt from the past situation, but you weren’t sad anymore. You felt welcomed by the guys. Even though they’re vampires, they’re now your brothers. Whether you like it or not, that’s not going to change.

“Try it on,” Paul said and you obeyed. You pulled the sleeves over your arms and noticed that it was a perfect fit. David sure knew how to pick the right size and jacket. You couldn’t exactly look into a mirror to see how it would look, so you looked over to your new brothers.

“How do I look?” You asked them.

“Like one of us,” David said and you smiled.

[newbornwhumperfly]

What would Morja think of each of the Jewels + the Jeweler (you don't have to do them all if you don't want to!)? 👉👈

ahhh, thx for asking this @whump-me-all-night-long! <333

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morja would be as stoic as a stone and try to blend into the background whenever the jeweler was around. jeweler’s psychological incisiveness would worry him and he’d try extra hard not to show any weakness or flaws (or vulnerability) around him. 

however, morja would also be drawn in by the jeweler’s manipulative kindness in spite of himself & if jeweler showed him enough attention and warmth (however false), morja would be extremely grateful and surprised - especially since jeweler is hard to please. the jeweler could probably control him with praise paired with achievable goals but would also frighten morja with perceiving him so deeply. 

i think morja would admire how dedicated and dutiful diamond is to their role as a jewel. i think they’d bond over a mutual fear of not being Good Enough - he’d see how hard they try and feel quietly proud of them for staying strong on their course. he’d really understand their behavior and want to reassure them they were being good. 

morja would be...very intimidated by emerald’s size at first (big man scary) and initially be very quiet and deferential whenever emerald turned his attention on morja. but he’d be soothed by emerald’s gentle warmth and admire the way he protects people even at risk to himself, even though he’d think it wasn’t a wise move he also what it means to sacrifice. he’d still keep a bit of a careful eye on emerald’s body language when physically close. 

morja would try to avoid amethyst as much as possible, mostly feeling foolish and out-of-place in her presence. he wouldn’t know how to respond to her scorn, except to endure it silently. he’d be ... a little envious of the seeming effortlessness of her allure and obedience. he’d see her as someone who might enjoy seeing him fail, so i think he’d be mostly wary of her and try to be perfect around her lest she tell on him. he’d also maybe wonder if her beauty attracts...unwanted attentions and feel a distant sympathy there. 

morja would be very sympathetic to ruby and feel protective of her. he’d be very distressed by seeing how her best efforts fall short of the standard she needs to hit, so he wouldn’t be able to be around her much without getting deeply anxious - both at her helpless situation and at the reminder he must never slip up to remain useful. all in all, he’d be very sad for her and wish things were different and secretly hope the jeweler shows her mercy.

i think morja would have....radically polarizing feelings about sapphire, tbqh? like, morja would be instinctively afraid and anxious at sapphire’s blatant defiance and be surprised at his unwillingness to make things easier by obeying. on the other hand ... morja would secretly be kind of in awe of sapphire’s fierce hold on his personality and fire even after so many years of brutality, managing to stay alive while not breaking is...puzzling to morja and frightens him in a way he doesn’t quite understand. he’d avoid sapphire more than anyone else. 

sapphire...actually reminds morja a little of someone who was important to him...someone who kept a spark, bright and burning, even in such darkness.

amber’s defiance would activate morja’s defensive instincts immediately. ever ingrained impulse towards obedience would recoil at amber’s hostility to their owner. he’d hope they accept their situation quickly to avoid as much pain as possible, trying to give them a wide berth in the meanwhile. he’d help them in efforts to obey if they started doing that though, cause he doesn't want them to be hurt. 

morja would see carnelian as someone with a lot of...potential, in different ways. on the one hand, he has it in him to be a perfect jewel if he puts the work in but the fact that he won’t would frustrate morja. however, the way carn is consistently sweet to wounded people - despite his defiance to the jeweler - compels morja’s admiration in much the same way sapphire does. morja would be less wary of carnelian than of sapphire, would likely be deeply affected by any praise of warmth from him. 

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this was so fun!!!! i literally love all your characters so much, so i kinda got carried away here, haha xppp 

[maevesdarling]

Take me home tonight

Sooo, I decided to post chapter 1 of the story @unicorn-cloud and I have been cooking up for a while. This plays post series in an alternative universe. There’s mentions of gore and canon typical violence in both this and the second chapter, basically Walt is not dealing with things as good as he thought... I’m not sure how many chapters this story will have, probably around 3 to 4, also please be kind to me it’s been a long time since I uploaded my works to Tumblr, thx!  

Chapter 1: The Call

Later, after he put his gun and badge down and moves further away from the border, Walt gets a call from an unknown number. He contemplates not picking up. It's been years since Kiki's death and operation Leyenda. He thinks, for a moment, that it could be Miguel Angel, calling him from his jail cell to taunt him, but no, he's not important enough to that man and besides, Miguel Angel doesn't wield as much power as he used to.

There are others. New players in this fucked up game, Walt knows that. He saw them rising on the horizon like a looming thunderstorm, ready to destroy the earth in it's path. But for now, he decided to enjoy his peace. His back's been bothering him more as of lately and he's got a few more grey hairs. He quit smoking about a year ago, after his doctor told him to do so. He's had a few setbacks since then, a half finished pack is always hidden underneath his kitchen sink, just in case he needs a fix. But overall, he's trying to stay away from the cigarettes and eat more healthy, even though the microwavable dinners at the supermarket look damn tempting, especially since it's only himself he's cooking for.

He's up in Colorado these days. The DEA was kind enough to leave him with a nice sum of retirement money, probably to shut him up after all the shit he pulled of during his career and to be fair he doesn't blame them.

He buys a nice enough house on the outskirts of town, with some additional property, a rundown barn and an old apple tree orchard that he has no plan on using. The weather's less hot, and there's a few lakes where he can fish, but otherwise, it's pretty much like any other town he's lived in. The dark red sandstones dotting the farmland remind him of Mexico. Of sitting in the hot sun and watching a small airfield in the distance, with a pair of binoculars in his hand. Sal's voice next to him asking about their next move. It's nostalgic in a way.

The first day, after he finished dropping off his stuff in the small, rundown house, he sets off to drive around, get familiar with the place. He finds a shabby bar, a small supermarket, a post office, a family owned diner and a few farms, with cows and hundreds of chickens roaming the surrounding fields, that sell local products. Over time, he ventures out further and discovers some more bars, supermarkets and, to his surprise, a gay club.

It's well hidden, two cities over, wedged between an antique bookstore and a barbershop. It looks nothing like a club from outside, and from the inside, it's hardly distinguishable from any other bar Walt has ever set foot in. But he knows where to look, it's something you learn over time.

The first time he orders a drink, his eyes fall on a guy sitting on the other end of the bar. Dark hair and dark eyes, with a bristly moustache. He's wearing a black cowboy hat and a jeans jacket, it's not what he would have worn. Plus he only looks a slight bit like Sal, his face is much older, more weathered from years of hard work in the sun, but it's enough for Walt to give in to his yearning.

He buys Not-Sal a drink and they fall into an easy chatter. Two hours later, Walt is driving him back to his house. Not-Sal is more experienced than Walt had thought when he starts undressing him with steady hands, his fingers touching in all the right places, he's already prepared, as if he'd been expecting this to happen, and doesn't mind it when Walt accidentally let's Sal's name slip at the height of his pleasure.

They lie together afterwards, sharing a cigarette between them, neither of them ready to leave yet. Walt is slowly falling asleep to the feeling of another person combing their hands through his hair. When he wakes up the next morning, the house is empty. There's a note on his kitchen table, a short thank you message, that's it. Next time he's at the club, Not-Sal is gone. He finds someone else. A different man, with dark hair, dark eyes and a friendly face, and then another and another. Some of the men he brings over are kind, they'll stay the night and sometimes even the morning, to share a quick meal with him before they move on, others leave almost immediately after they finish. Some of them yell out Walt's name as they come, others don't. And some yell out another man's name, but that's okay because so is Walt.

He's careful with the company he keeps. Always making sure that no one sees him leaving the club with another man, driving different routes back home and of course he's always stocking up on enough condoms because he's not stupid, he knows how important protection is.

Even though he's had a few men over, none of them return for longer than a couple of times. Its fun, to fill the mornings with senseless chatter, and to fall asleep in another person's arms. But they're not Sal.

He's longing for him. Even after all those years he's still longing for him. It's been three, almost four years since he last heard from Sal. He was moving to San Francisco. The DEA wanted someone new up there and Sal was growing tired of the shit hole they had placed him in after Mexico. They had called each other almost everyday, sometimes they would even meet each other, for a quick chat and an even quicker fuck. There was never enough time.

Sal wanted to call him back, he promised, once he was in San Francisco, to call him every day. Write a postcard. But nothing came. The telephone was silent for two whole months and Walt was desperate. First, he checked the newspapers for any missing or recently deceased people, when that search came up empty, he started to search the phone book for Sal's new address but of course that came up empty as well. He kept buying new phone books, just in case and by now, there was a small bookcase filled with old phone books in his house, and not a single one held an address for Sal Orozco. It was almost like he never exited. Only Walt's memory kept him from going insane. The fading photos on his wall, the one he kept in his wallet, next to a picture of Greg and his family. One of Sal's shirts he forgot in Walt's apartment in Texas, it had long stopped smelling of him, but nevertheless, Walt would pick it up and inhale deeply, thinking that the ghost of Sal's smell was still there, etched into the fabric. He slept with the shirt, on those nights when he woke up drenched in sweat, screaming and with a thundering heart. He wrenched his eyes open but he saw them anyway, Amat, Ossie, Danilo, sometimes even Kiki. He saw them die, he saw their bodies, bruised, burned, riddled with bullets, standing in front of his bed, he could hear them calling out his name. "You killed us, Walt." They'd point at him, blood dripping from their fingertips onto his bedsheets. Those nights were the worst. Sometimes they could only be stopped with an entire bottle of whiskey.

The dreams had gotten better since he found the dog. The dog didn't have a name. He was a stray, with dark, golden fur and dirty white paws. He picked him up on his way home from an unsuccessful night at the club, the dog was covered in ticks and fleas, one eye had been badly bruised and he was tied to a tree by the side of the road. Clearly abandoned. He expected the dog to bark at him, or worse, bite him, when he kneeled down beside him to untie him, but instead, it sat down in front of Walt and started wagging it's tail, as if he'd known Walt all his life. He took the dog in and gave it a bath, making sure that no ticks or fleas survived, before driving him to the vet the next morning to check out his eye. The vet couldn't save it and so Walt decided to take him in, just another broken thing keeping his company.

He put a collar on the dog and called him his, they slept in the same bed and sat on the couch together, watching football games and stupid action movies. The dog went fishing on the lake with him, even though he was no big help in catching the fish, he also liked to run around the orchard and sit on the front porch to sleep, and Walt liked to sit beside him and think, scratching behind his fluffy ears. Sometimes he wondered if Sal liked dogs. What he'd say if he met his dog.

The other animals were intentional. Walt bought a couple of chickens to sell their eggs at the local farm, and to keep himself busy. Then he renovated the old barn as best as he could and bought three goats to sell their meat, but once he saw them in their pen, he decided they weren't going to the slaughter house and kept them for their milk instead. He also fixed up the orchard as best as he could and started collecting the apples. Soon the onslaught of apples was too much for him to handle and so he collected them in a few boxes, along with the chicken eggs and sold them to the nearest farm. Surprisingly, the people around town started knowing him once he started visiting the farm more frequently. He would have regular conversations with some of them and at some point, even started looking forward to see them. He didn't go to the town hall meetings, or to Sunday mass, and the people had been weary of him, but once they saw him with his dog and the boxes of apples in his trunk, they warmed up to him.

He enjoyed his new life. It wasn't luxurious, but that wasn't what he wanted for himself anyway. He was no Miguel Angel. He didn't need a fleet of private planes and a couple of hotels to be happy.

The phone rang again and reminded him of his current situation. The dog had stopped wagging it's tail on the couch beside him and was looking at him with his one eye, almost as if he was saying "what are you waiting for?"

And so Walt picked up the phone, fully expecting Jamie or Ed or someone else from the DEA to yell at him to get his ass back to Mexico.

"Hello... is this Walt Breslin?" The phone slipped from his grasp and fell, he caught it in his suddenly sweaty palms, pressing the shell back against his ear. Three years silence could not erase the memory of that voice. Hushed conversations between them, hiding behind a parked car as they watched over a suspect, a gasp and then a low moan, while Walt kept hitting that one spot inside him, that set Sal's body on fire, a chatty conversation over two mugs of steaming coffee in a diner that ended with both of them laughing hysterically. Walt had enough memories for an entire lifetime with that voice, he would recognize it anywhere.

"Sal-" He breathed, rearranging the phone against his ear.

"Is- Walt is that you? Oh my god- fuck- I found you!" There was a short pause on the other end of the phone and for a moment Walt thought he was imagining things, then Sal's voice returned. "I- I'm sorry, Walt. I'm so sorry-" He sobbed, apologizing over and over.

"Sal- How did you find me? Wh- Are you alright? Is- do you need help?"

"No, no, I'm fine, Walt. I am. I just- fuck- I missed you so much. Where are you? I called you're old address so many times- I thought something happened to you…"

"Shh, I'm okay. I'm in Colorado. Small town near Denver. I'll give you the address… That is… If you want me to…"

"Yes! I mean... yes I want- I want to see you. If that's okay. I need to- need to know you're okay."

He contemplated with himself wether to ask this or not, but in the end, Walt did it anyways. "It's been three years, Sal. Why did you never call? What's changed?" Another sobb from the other end of the line. "I'll tell you. In person. Friday? Is that okay for you?" Walt squinted at his calendar. Friday was in two days, he needed to clean the house, buy some groceries and pack the car for Sunday's apple delivery.

"Yeah, Friday works."

"Alright. I'll see you on Friday… Walt… I missed you."

"… Missed you too Sal."

He put the phone down slowly, feeling like he was still in a dream. The dog had noticed something was off about his behavior and was staring at him in concern. " 's alright bud, I'm just… surprised, is all. We'll meet a friend of mine on Friday. I hope you'll like him…"

Lost in his thoughts, Walt began his evening routine, closing the chicken pen, checking on the goats and refilling the dogs food in case he got hungry during the night, only when the brown cibbles hit the kitchen tiles did he notice his thoughts slipping off. The only thing on his mind was Sal. Sal with his kind face and the warm, dark brown eyes, Sal wrapping an arm around his hips and pulling him closer, Sal whispering into Walt's ear. A hushed love confession neither of them dared to talk about. So, so many memories they shared between them, how was he supposed to wait any longer to see him again?

Friday couldn't come soon enough.