#idk can’t really collect my thoughts yet but yeah
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bringing up these two panels again (because i love them) but it seems like dazai was genuinely surprised and angry at chuuya shooting him. so what if dazai did have a plan but chuuya is acting outside of his predictions??
#like he asked him where he was aiming instead of being surprised by chuuya shooting him#omg. what if chuuya was supposed to fake shoot him in the head but he decided to actually shoot dazai first#idk can’t really collect my thoughts yet but yeah#bungou stray dogs#bsd spoilers#bsd
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Does anyone else want dina to squirt breastmilk into their mouths HAHAHAWHOSSICTHSG
okok idk about SQUIRTING it but i can work with this !! nsfw ౨ৎ
your babysitting gig had been going well, per se. you had built a relationship with ellie and dina, and their sweet baby… but you had noticed differences— lingering glances and touches, very stereotypical. ellie would go off to work, and you’d help dina with the baby and general housework. but everytime ellie left, the house seemed to tense up.
that’s how it was now, tense and quiet. you finish gently rocking the baby to sleep, cringing as the door creaks as you shut it behind you and make your way downstairs. every noise was heightened due to the almost complete silence, it made your chest feel weird. maybe dina just wasn’t used to you yet? maybe she thought you were after ellie?
you walk through the living room, dina flashes you a small smile but quickly groans after, palming at her swollen breast on the couch. “did he go down okay?” she asks and you nod, taking your attention away from how her hand moves over her boobs. “yeah, uh, fell asleep quickly…” you feel gross watching, but as her head rolls back and she huffs out a small breath… you don’t really care
“is everything okay?” you finally decide to question, having watched her writhe in pain for a few more seconds. dina hums, “blocked duct. he’s not been so good feeding these past few days.” she admits and you nod in pretend understanding, fidgeting with your fingers in the middle of the room. “is there a way to get rid of it?”
dina laughs slightly, glancing out the window for a moment. “yeah. but i’d have to wait for ellie to get home for that.” you tilt your head, “why would you have to wait? i’m here.” she turns to look at you from the window, tilting her head to match the angle of yours. “well, i would ask her to release the milk from my breast by, you know…”
realisation hits you and suddenly become flustered. “oh,” you look at the clock, and then to the mother clearly in discomfort. “it’s only seven… ellie doesn’t get back until eleven, right?”
she groans when you tell her that, acknowledging that she’d having to go four more hours in this state. you inhale and take a step forward, “offer still stands…” dina raises one of her eyebrows, playing with the end of her shirt and taking in your appearance more than she had been the entire time you’ve been in her home. what ellie doesn’t know cant hurt her. “come here.”
seems like a matter of seconds before you’re on top of her, trying to subtly grind down on her thigh as you suck on her right nipple, swiping your thumb over the other one. her fingers thread through your hair, keeping it from your face and trying to push further into your mouth, the final relief giving her such unexpected pleasure.
you know you’re making her feel good, and it really makes your stomach fluttery, your underwear damper… you know it probably shouldn’t, it’s wrong. she needs your help and youre just whining against her boob feeling arousal pour from you like a perv
but dina’s not much better, catching herself rolling her hips against your thigh between her legs or having to cover her mouth to catch her pretty sounds.
you slowly pull off her puffy nipple, bringing your free hand down to slowly knead her breast, making sure she barely went a moment in any discomfort. “is this okay?” she takes your shaky, quiet voice into account, your eyes big as you look up at her
she nods almost immediately, her thumb swiping over your lips to collected the white droplets on them. “don’t stop…” you nod but before you go back to work, she grabs your jaw and connects her mouth to yours, her tongue sliding over yours and you can’t help but moan against her and finally let yourself rut down onto her leg
and just as you pull away, the door handle starts turning. guess ellie was home early.
#MASSACREDKITTY .ᐟ#🐾 rqs ྀི#dina nolastname smut#dina nolastname#ellie and dina#dina the last of us#dina tlou#dina woodward#dina x reader#dina x fem reader#dina x you#dina woodward smut#dina tlou smut#dina the last of us smut#dina williams#ellie x dina#ellie williams#the last of us#tlou#tlou smut#the last of us smut
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trainwreck
pairing: choi lia x gn!reader
summary: sometimes, relationships are meant to end
genres: angst, lovers to exes!au, good ending?
wc: 1,1k
tw: lia is a bad girlfriend, swearing
notes: hello everyone! this fic is part of my collection of fics! indented are the lyrics (ignore the mentions of a dress and 'boy'), banner made by me on canva. also!! idk if you'll notice, but this one is also based on two other songs from anne-marie c: happy reading!
listen to the song for a more immersive experience: spotify link | youtube link
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“I can’t do this anymore.”
You meant to say this for a while now, and today was the day you finally gathered the courage to verbalize the thought.
“What do you mean?”
The words that flew past her lips were nonchalant, like she was completely relaxed. Sitting up, she had her arms and legs crossed and a seemingly emotionless face. At least, that was the face you knew she made when unimpressed.
“I mean… that I want to break up with you.”
In contrast, you were so nervous you could feel your heart hammer in your chest, and sweat was running down the sides of your face. Her reaction didn’t ease you either.
“Okay.”
Was it all you meant to her? After everything, it looked like it didn’t faze her at all. Saying you weren’t hurt would be a lie.
“Is that all you have to say?”
“What? Did you think I’d get on my knees begging you to stay? If you want to leave, go, the door’s wide open” she stated as she gestured towards the front door of her apartment. “I’ll wait for you to come back. Cause I know you will eventually. You know what? I give you two weeks at most.”
You couldn’t believe your ears. Did those hostile yet detached words really left her lips effortlessly?
You grabbed your bag and left her place without delay, whispering to yourself: “I won’t.”
Choi Lia has been an important person in your life, yes.
You loved her intensely and sincerely for many months, but soon, mostly thanks to your friends, you started to acknowledge the little details. Minimal at first, but, over time, they grew bigger until you couldn’t ignore them anymore.
She’d look into your phone whenever you’d leave the room without it, subtly mock you in front of her friends, cancel numerous dates to go to parties instead, order take-away when she was aware you cooked for her…
You always put up with it because you loved her, but letting her go, albeit painful, was the best thing you could’ve done for your own health.
Called up my friends, took their advice
Put on a dress, I'm out tonight
I can't believe I said goodbye
Oh yeah, this time you know, I finally let you go, yeah
It had been three days since you put an end to the relationship. Of course your friends would take you out on a Friday night.
The party was chill. There were around twenty people, refreshing cocktails, good background music and board games.
Lia didn’t come to mind once, much to the delight of your dear friends.
You actually made some new acquaintances, which was nice.
Spending more time with your friends, they saw the difference in your behavior.
“You look happier, Y/N,” one of them informed you.
“You smile and laugh more, you seem more alive,” another one added.
You felt it, too. You felt free from her. Her claws. Her grip on you.
I don't know why you thought that I'd be sheddin' a tear
When I'm chillin' at the party, and I'm glad you're not here
And I don't know what to say, but the pain disappeared
And I'm sorry
Bet you think I'm a trainwreck, upset
Friday night, layin' lonely in my bed
Truth is, boy, I'm so fuckin' happy
Without you
Life went on.
A month later, Lia was on her couch, a drink in hand. It was dark in her apartment.
“Why haven't they come back already?”
She was fidgeting, her lips pressed together and her brows furrowed.
“They should’ve been back by now.”
Her phone rang in the deafening silence, making her flinch. Her eyes widened and she laughed. “Of course, Y/N would call instead of coming unannounced.”
She answered the phone with a confident smirk, ready to hear your begging.
“I put all your stuff in a bag. Do you have a moment this week so we could trade?”
Lia’s smile disappeared as quickly as it arrived.
“Also, don’t forget to give me back the keys to my place. I feel uneasy knowing you still have them. Not like you came often, anyway.”
It was her turn to be too stunned to speak. How could you be so apathetic? It wasn’t like you to use this tone when talking to her. She stared at the wall with an open mouth.
“I’ll wait for your message, then. Hanging up.”
Before Lia could protest, the call was over. She sat there, not moving for a while, thoughts twirling in her mind.
So pour yourself another drink
Sit on your couch and overthink
In all your lies and arrogance, I've been alright, you know
So glad you let me go, yeah
Your ex-girlfriend finally gave you a time and place to meet. Without much surprise, it was at her place. Seeing her again after so long was not as painful as you thought it would be—not as painful as Lia hoped it would be.
She had to face the fact you changed. You weren’t the easily manipulated, sweetly naive and blindly in love person anymore. Much to her dismay.
“Here,” you handed her the bag, expecting another one in return.
Instead, she took a step back and offered for you to come in. “Want something to drink?”
“No?” With furrowed brows, you crossed your arms. “Give me back my stuff, please.”
“Don’t you have anything to say to me?”
You tilted your head, tapping your chin with your free index finger. “As a matter-of-fact, no, I don’t. I just want my stuff and leave this place forever.”
“Well… I…” Not finding anything concrete to say, she sighed loudly.
Reluctantly, she grabbed the bag from the ground behind her and put the handle on your outstretched hand, before taking hers out of your other hand.
“You don’t mind me checking, right?”
She slowly shook her head, eyes unfocused, even if you didn’t wait for her approval. The key was there, that was all you cared about. Wait, no, there was a cute outfit you forgot about, too.
You thanked her and left. She called out for you, but you didn’t turn around. “Erase my number!”
It wasn’t said with a negative tone, but Lia took it like a stab in the back. Which was really audacious coming from her.
She just couldn’t believe you left her without a second thought and didn’t come back like she was convinced you would.
And now we're at the final stop
And I'm the one that's gettin' off
I know you hope I'm cryin', but I'm doin' just fine
She was now part of your past. Unerasable, of course, but peaceful.
thanks for reading! feedback is always appreciated :) masterlist
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in their secondhand smoke
part 1 of an Eric van der Woodsen playlist - best heard in order
tracklist and quotes under the cut
If I Go, I’m Goin ~ Gregory Alan Isakov
This house, she's quite the talker
She creaks and moans, she keeps me up
And the photographs know I'm a liar
Sweet Hibiscus Tea ~ Penelope Scott
And I am not your protagonist, I'm not even my own
right where you left me ~ Taylor Swift
Trends change, rumors fly through new skies
But I'm right where you left me
If You Know That I’m Lonely ~ FUR
Maybe it stays as it's always been
Hazy and they see what we can't see
Please let me know if you want me around
And I'll try my hardest to be good
Matador ~ Minta & The Brook Trout
Go out of your way
Or fake it through another day
Everything is real
Make your peace with whatever you feel
The unwilling coalition of characters crowding your thoughts
Make too much noise
And way too little sense
Everybody Dies ~ Billie Eilish
Everybody dies, surprise, surprise
We tell each other lies, sometimes, we try
To make it feel like we might be right
We might not be alone
feelings are fatal ~ mxmtoon
I'm always sad and I'm always lonely
But I can't tell you that I'm breaking slowly
Closed doors, locked in, no keys
Keeping my feelings hidden, there is no ease
I need it to stop and I want to be able to open up
6/10 ~ dodie
I know that you don't want me here
I know that you don't want me here
I know that you don't want me here
I know that you don't want me here
I know that you don't want me here
Oh I'll just call a taxi (I know that you don't want me here)
Self Care ~ Penelope Scott
Do drugs, have sex, tell your deepest darkest secrets to your friends
Post cringe, buy guns, are you done yet?
Fuck, not enough, cry a river, smash a cup
But it's never ever gonna be enough
For the people in the back row, but you still choose to listen
Knowing damn well it's really not their decision
Soda ~ Nothing But Thieves
I'm an exception
It's hard to accept
Because I try to be happy
But then I forget
Goodbye Rocketship ~ Maya Hawke
I forgive you, and I thank you, you know all the reasons why
I'm sorry and I love you, all we can do is try
Guiltless ~ dodie
You opened a door that a kid shouldn't walk through
Oh, but I’m not bitter, I'm just tired
No use getting angry at the way that you're wired
xanny ~ Billie Eilish
What is it about them?
I must be missing something
They just keep doing nothing
Too intoxicated to be scared
Better off without them
They're nothing but unstable
Andromeda ~ Weyes Blood
Lift the heart from the depths it's fallen to
We all want something new
But can't seem to follow through
Something's better than nothing
Or so that I thought
Memories Can’t Wait ~ Talking Heads
There's a party up there all the time
And they'll party 'til they drop
After Hours ~ The Velvet Underground
Dark party bars, shiny Cadillac cars
And the people on subways and trains
Looking gray in the rain as they stand disarrayed
Oh, but people look well in the dark
They / Them / Theirs ~ Worriers
What if I don’t want something that applies to me?
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything, anything?
Gone for Good ~ Matt Berry
After a whole night of hell
Could be night, who could tell?
I realize no matter what I display
It turns to shit and ends up just the same way
Shine ~ Collective Soul
Love is in the water, love is in the air
Show me where to look, tell me, will love be there?
IDK You Yet ~ Alexander 23
How can you miss someone you've never met?
'Cause I need you now but I don't know you yet
But can you find me soon because I'm in my head?
Dear Someone ~ Gillian Welch
Hurry and take me straight into the arms
Of my dear someone
Comfort Crowd ~ Conan Gray
I just needed company now
Yeah, I just needed someone around
Yeah, I don't care what song that we play
Or mess that we make
Just company now
Home ~ Cavetown
Often, I am upset
That I cannot fall in love, but I guess
This avoids the stress of falling out of it
Storm Cellar Heart ~ Mutual Benefit
Taking shelter
To wait out this inclement weather
And when you hold me
It's so much better
Soft Place to Land ~ Sam Beam, Jesca Hoop
If you're looking for a soft place to land
The calm of a steady hand
An unconditional friend
If you need to take a moment to catch your breath
Come in before you catch your death
You don't have to pass a test to come home
#gg#ggplaylists#eric van der woodsen#gossip girl#source: senamarais#tw suicide#not explicitly but it's what we're talking about here
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— random rambles —
Synopsis: I just wanna gush about these characters :’)
Warnings: a lot of my own personal headcanons on the characters lol, mentions of raw cookie dough (putting this here justtt in case), and it’s not proofread
Characters: almost all the twisted wonderland characters!!
Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned
A/n: heyyy, I know I asked for genshin requests but IVE HAD TWISTED WONDERLAND ON THE BRAINNNN for like no reason too… it’s very very strange tbh. Anyways, I really enjoyed writing this, so I hope you like it just as much as I do!! Have a great rest of your day!!
Malleus is absolutely the type to listen to every word you have to say. He isn’t very knowledgeable of a lot of more modern things, so he’s very interested in whatever you have to say :). Best boyfriend for anyone who has a major hyperfixation, this man will eat that shit up. He has a great memory too!! You could tell him everything about your current hyperfixation and he’ll remember it for the rest of his life.
Sebek and silver are weirdly the best duo to be friends ugh in my opinion. Oh my god imagine being in a little trio with them. That’d be so fun!! For example baking with them, Sebek would be very precise yet messy, and silver is probably the type to sneak a little bit of the batter/ frosting JVEJEHE. He definitely eats raw cookie dough straight from the bowl (it’s ok silver so do I, we can get sick together). Sebek probably yells at him for it too, like “MALLEUS WOULDNT APPRECIATE IT IF YOU GOT SICK SILVER.” “Bro wha” JVEJEHE. They’d just be so goofy to be friends with :]
Any time of the day. Anywhere. Any place. Idia is ready to dump his hyperfixations on you. AND IF YOU HAVE THE DAME HYPERFIXATION AS HIM??? It’s over. You are officially now his best friend uhhh would you actually like to just live with him???? If it’s not obvious I’m headcanoning Idia as autistic so. Anyways, if you stim with him? He gets really happy, but also really really nervous?? And pretty flustered. Ortho once walked in on you both just talking about your hyperfixations and he was like “idk what half this means but happy you’re happy” and just left MEVEJEH
Rook probably has a weird infatuation with fancy teas. You know what I mean? He just gives off the vibes, or someone who taste tests teas like they’re wine. Like “oh yes, I can taste the rose in this, mm.. yes yes, 1920’s rose tea, that was freshly brewed in a kettle. Very fine taste you have [name]” “Uhh I just bought this from sam’s shop for like $2. So. Sure??”
I think Jamil REALLY likes collecting random things with snakes on them. He gives the vibes of someone who just likes snakes of all kinds. Socks with a cobra on it?? Yes please. He wears them regularly. A cute little snake keychain, that is in his room somewhere, and sometimes he even puts it on his favorite bag. He just really likes snakes?? I know his last name is viper, so it’s super on brand, but despite all that, I genuinely think he just is one of those people that’s like “wow!! Snakes!! I love them :)” for like no reason. (I was one of those people. I would know a fellow snake enjoyer when I see one /j)
This isn’t a headcanon but more of a… random thought. How do Jack, ruggie, and Leona hold phones?? I saw Art of this once I forgot who made it but it was of Leona, and it just made me think like, their ears on on top of their head ok? So. When they take a call, mkay. Where do they hold their phones? Normally so they can’t hear? Or up to their ear, so then the other person on the phone can’t really hear them speaking, AND they look dumb. WHICH IS IT I MUST KNOW
Jade and Floyd mix in random mermaid slang with their regular speech. HSHEJHE imagine. Imagine just hearing “awww shrimpy you’re acting like a real starfish right now :(“ and then jade just “I must agree with Floyd, he’s saying the seaweed” LIKE WJEGSJVSKDHD IMAGINE. Oh my god- no because imagine being like “do you think this outfit is cute?” “Yeah I think you look absolutely stingray.” HSVEKEBS worst part about it is Floyd uses it the most and when you’re like “Floyd. Floyd why did you call me a pile of dried up and grey coral :(?” He just doesn’t explain, and keeps using it, and you don’t know of you should be flattered?? Or offended.
Lilia is an avid league of legends player. I’m correct. Don’t say I’m not. I don’t even play league of legends and yet I’m gonna headcanon Lilia as a league fan. Because, I am correct. (He also probably is a fan of guilty gear, and Elfen ring but you didn’t hear it from me)
Mkay now Sebek , Idia, and azul, are the type of people, that whenever their crush is around or whatever, they are absolutely not responsive. Literally freeze. Now with Idia after like a few minutes of trying to get him to respond, it’s a 50/50 chance (that you will lose.) that hell either run away and hide, or if you’re lucky he’ll actually try to say something to you before he gets too nervous and just leaves KEGEJS. Azul on the other hand will freeze, not responsive for like two seconds, then “oh prefect I didn’t know you’d be here.” “You’re right in front of my dorm.” “Oh.”. AND SEBEK JUST COMPLETELY DOESNT RESPOND AND LEAVES BEFORE YOU CAB SAY ANYTHING TO HIM WJEGKEGEKE
I like to think epel and riddle are close friends. They both have weirdly fiery, and yet calm personalities, and I think epel would make a BEAUTIFUL apple tart for riddle a lot. Like imagine all the details in the apples, cause he carved into them, and omg I would respectfully devour an apple tart made by epel. But I also wouldn’t… cause it’s so pretty :’)
Vil has a separate MagiCam account dedicated to fitness. And, AND cater follows it. Why? Because it’s “super aesthetic” (in reality it’s to encourage himself to work out cause vil is like obviously super strong and successful so like working out and being athletic MUST have something to do with that.) (cater also never works out SJSGEJE)
#twisted wonderland#leona#ruggie#Jack#vil#rook#epel#riddle#cater#Idia#ortho#Sebek#azul#jade#Floyd#jamil#silver#malleus#ruggie headcanons#Jack headcanons#leona headcanons#vil headcanons#rook headcanons#epel headcanons#riddle headcanons#cater headcanons#idia headcanons#malleus headcanons#jade headcanons#floyd headcanons
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Hi Ginny! Is it weird for me to say I’m kinda obsessed with CL? Especially the later chapters?
So I’m that same anon with that Bal fluff piece and I wrote another piece: Lonnie + family fluff based on chap 45 after Jaxson’s birth.
Idk if you’re interested but here it is and I hope this can fuel some inspiration:
10 months later…
“Who’s a good boy?” Shang cooed and Jaxson babbled happily as he held the infant in the air, like an airplane.
“Haha,” Shang laughed and so was his nephew.
While Shang was playing with his baby nephew, he didn’t know that his younger sister, Lonnie was standing at the doorway of Jaxson’s nursery, watching him playing with her baby son. Lonnie had a smile on her face at the sight of the two.
Shang and Jordan came to visit Lonnie for the day while Jay went to work and Lonnie was glad that they came.
Lonnie knew from the moment that Jaxson was born and let her brother held him, he instantly loved the baby and was attached to him since then. Lonnie could tell that Shang would an amazing father.
Just then, Lonnie’s ears perked up on a soft sound, like someone was approaching her way and she turned to see Jordan came beside her. Her light blue eyes landed on her husband and nephew having fun. Lonnie could have sworn that she saw a sparkle of love flashed in Jordan’s eyes.
“Shang really loves Jaxson, don’t he?” Jordan asked, with a slight playful note in her tone, and Lonnie looked at her.
“Oh yeah, he adores him,” Lonnie said. “Jaxson even calls Shang ‘Baba’ at one point,” she chuckled as she and Jordan moved away from the doorway, not wanting to disturb Shang and Jaxson.
Jordan laughed. “Really?”
Lonnie nodded. “Really.”
Jordan mouthed a ‘wow’. “Shang really loves kids.” There was a tiny smile on Jordan’s face.
“Yup!” Lonnie chirped as she and Jordan entered the living room. “I even messed with him saying he should be a pediatrician instead of being a ROAR coach for Great Wall.”
Jordan arched a brow as she sat on the couch, and Lonnie joined too. “You don’t say. What did he say?”
“That I’m giving him a death sentence by sending him Med School,” Lonnie snorted and Jordan laughed softly.
“Oh man,” Jordan wiped off an imaginary tear from the corner of her eye after she collected herself. “Don’t get me wrong, I love kids but I’m not quite ready to be a mom yet. Maybe after a year or two.”
Lonnie nodded in understanding. “Fair enough. Mom and Dad were married very young and Shang was born 4 years later.”
Jordan hummed, and there was a sudden thought came into Lonnie’s mind as she can’t help but eyeing the half Djinn up and down and noticed that she looked…odd.
“Hey Jor?” Lonnie asked, causing Jordan to stare at her. “You look like you’ve gained some weight. Are you ok? Between you and Shang?”
Jordan’s heart dropped to the bottom of her stomach as she stared at the brunette alarmingly. “What? What do you mean?” Jordan looked down at herself to make sure if there was any changes to her body. “I’m not gaining weight. Plus, there’s nothing going on between me and my husband. He’s way too nice to do anything!”
‘True, my brother is genuinely nice. That’s how he is since he was a kid,’ Lonnie thought as she tapped her chin.
“True…” Lonnie trailed off for a moment. “Though you look different.”
Jordan gave a Lonnie a ‘duh’ look. “Yeah, I’m a married woman. So of course I look different.”
Lonnie flipped her hand back and forth knowingly. “I know that.”
“Look, I don’t know what you’re thinking but I’m not gaining any weight. I still look the same before I got married,” Jordan assured her. Though deep down, Jordan was in denial.
“Oh I dunno…”
Jordan rolled her blue eyes.
“Can we talk about something else?” The Agrabah beauty asked, sounding slightly irritated. “You are the one acting weird with questions.”
Lonnie chuckled. “Okay, if you say so.”
Jordan groaned as she put a hand to her forehead and Lonnie laughed.
….
Later on, Lonnie had called her parents over while Jordan and Shang were somewhere inside the house.
“Hey Mom, do you think Jordan is acting a little odd?” Lonnie asked turning to her mother while holding Jaxson on her lap.
Mulan digested Lonnie’s question and thought of an answer to give her daughter. And when an answer popped up in her mind, Mulan replied, “Not that I know of.”
“Have you seen her since her marriage?”
“Yes, and she looked normal.”
Lonnie looked deflated. Jordan was right, she was the one who was acting weird.
But then, Mulan paused and her eyes widened in realization as to where Lonnie was coming from.
“Wait, Lonnie are you saying that Jordan is-” the former heroine of Northern Wei didn’t want to get her hopes up but looks like Lonnie had the same thought as her.
Lonnie pursed her lips. “I wouldn’t say that but yes, she looked like she is.”
Mulan wanted to squeal but she didn’t want to frighten Jaxson.
“What are you ladies are talking about?” A voice asked, causing the both women to look up and saw Shang(the dad) entering the living room with Mushu perched on his broad shoulder.
“Yeah! What are you ladies are talking about?” Jordan asked, her hands on her hips as she and her husband appeared at the entrance of the living room before entering.
Mulan and Lonnie snickered.
“Nothing serious, dear,” Mulan replied to her husband. “We’re just talking about Jordan.”
“Me?” Jordan pointed to herself as she stared at her Mother-in-law . Meanwhile, Li’l Shang looked oblivious as to what was going on.
“What did I do?”
“Oh nothing, Sweetie. It’s just that you’re …” Mulan eyed her daughter-in-law and a smile started to blossom on her face. “Glowing.”
“Well yeah, I’m a half Djinn so I have this slight glow,” Jordan said, half smiling.
Mulan shook her head. “Not that glow, but that ‘glow.’ Lonnie may not picked it up since she’s a new mom, but just by looking you, you’re glowing.”
Jordan frowned. “Whoa, whoa, whoa wait, are you guys saying that I’m-”
“Yes,” Mulan and Lonnie chorused while Jaxson was sucking on his mother’s thumb.
“WHAT!” Jordan exclaimed in shock while Li’l Shang was stunned. “Bu-but how?” Jordan stammered.
“You and Li’l did-” Shang was cut off by his daughter-in-law.
“I know that,” Jordan said quickly, her face was beet root red and so was her husband. “That’s impossible!”
“Nah Jor, I can totally see that on you,” Lonnie giggled. “Admit it, you’re expecting!”
“No I’m not!” Jordan denied with a huff.
“My mom instincts don’t lie, Jordan dear,” Mulan smiled. “Have you told my son about it?”
Li’l Shang stared at his wife, still stunned by this alleged revelation. “Jordan, are you really?”
Jordan folded her arms and glared at her husband, and he took a step back with his hands raised.
“Oh Jordan, don’t be mad at gege,” Lonnie shook her head in amusement as she adjusted her baby on her lap. “I can’t wait to tell Ally and Evie this!”
“What? No!”
Shang studied his daughter-in-law and noticed that she gained a little weight. He smirked as he folded his arms across his chest. “I can definitely see that on you Jordan. How far are you?” He winked and his wife and daughter snickered again.
Jordan ignored her father-in-law and took her husband’s arm. “Honey, your family love to tease me saying that I’m carrying our child which I’m not and they’re going too far-”
“Because we’re right,” Lonnie nodded proudly and her parents joined in. Mushu covered his ears to this to this drama. “Admit it and we’ll leave you alone.”
Jordan shook her head as pulled her husband. “C’mon, Hun, we’re leaving.”
Li’l Shang turned his head and saw his family. But-”
“Now, Li’l Shang!” Jordan snapped and her husband sighed, waving goodbye to his family as they left the living room.
Once the couple left, Lonnie and her parents laughed.
Jaxson, who had no idea what took place just now saw his mother and grandparents laughed. So naturally, he laughed too.
The adults’ laughter died down the moment when the baby started laughing. They all smiled.
“Aww, even Jaxson agreed that he’ll be a cousin soon!” Mulan cooed as she laughed again.
….
It was 2:30 A.M and Jordan was wide awake in bed staring at the ceiling. To say Jordan couldn’t sleep would be an understatement. For the past hour or so, she was twisting and turning in bed, trying to get some shut eye while Shang was sleeping like a newborn baby, but she couldn’t no matter how hard she tried the nausea continues to kicked her in the stomach.
Because she was a little stressed, probably that’s why she experiencing this nausea as it was associated with bad periods.
So Jordan decided to snuggled her head on her husband’s back, wrapping her slender arms around Shang and tried her best to get some sleep, and it looked like it was working.
Just then, a thought came into her mind, almost like a dream. She had a tiny smile at the thought of a mini Jordan or a mini Shang running in about the house, teaching them how to control their genie magic and such. She saw that Shang loved his nephew very and he’d definitely love their child.
Although not for now, but in the near future hopefully when she changed her mind.
In the meantime, Jordan sighed blissfully as she finally got to sleep with that thought in mind.
Your critique? And since you haven’t put much thought into Shang/ Jordan like how they’re last minute, I put my interpretation of them.
Hi anon!
It's not weird at all, I'm so happy you're enjoying Choosing Life! This was really well written and quite enjoyable to read! :D
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Being a scientist and science student irl, what are some tell tale science that Percy himself is a scientist (engineering?) and/or science major (if we're talking AUs)? What type of engineer/techie(?) do you think he would be irl?
Hi anon!
I’m assuming you mean signs that he’s a scientist?
I’m coming to the table with my (still new) experience as a behavioral ecologist, my dad’s education as an engineer (not a scientist, but very Percy-ish, as you’ll see), and my grandfather’s as a physicist.
TBH, every field of academia has its own quirks (and biases) and stressors and whatnot - I don’t think there’s any sort of generally applicable ‘scientist’ traits any more than there might be, say, pet owner traits. There’s just such a broad variety, especially given you have people in their respective fields for vastly different reasons (say, Ripley sorts who just want Power and Control, vs someone motivated by curiosity, or by wanting to change the world, or who enjoys academia).
BUT.
Percy has such on point engineering major vibes.
(Rest under the cut this got Long)
Engineering sort of… cultivates a certain type of batshit crazy with the insane workload, deadlines, late nights fuelled by caffeine. The better-than-you attitude fuelled by overcoming all those challenges and usually being at least a little bit smart, that drive and enthusiasm when they have An Idea that’s So Very Clever, and how the composure erodes either with exhaustion or delight when having fun and they reveal they’re a little nutty after it all. My father has several stories of hijinks he got up to while getting his degree that are very ‘sodium teakettle bomb’ type. I think Percy would fit right in.
However, with modern AUs, there is one hurdle: a big part of Percy’s backstory is the whole guns thing, and guns have been around for… a while. In some more historical AUs he can still be responsible for deadly firearm advancements (say, I have a WIP one set in the late 1600s where a pepperbox actually would be a fair leap forward, so he still gets that angst).
But Percy, no matter how rich or smart, can’t really rival the military spending of the USA, lmao. It’s harder for him to have a big negative impact on the world in a way that’s believable.
Like! Maybe he developed some new material with crazy military applications, or that's really Cool but also toxic (and he Knows the toxicity will be downplayed so it can be used to cut corners), or a new battery with risky potential. Really, so long as he can make something that's not *directly* a weapon, but can be used to cause great harm, I think you can pull it off. (Or don't, if you want a happier modern AU without juggling that aspect of his character.)
BUT. I've got a soft spot for one idea.
So recently I’ve actually picked up the idea that he’s less focused on the physical side of engineering (though he still enjoys metalworking and tinkering as a hobby, which he can afford to do because Rich Bastard) and more on computer engineering.
It hasn’t come up in Cat’s Cradle, and I don’t think it will be relevant, but in that AU I had Percy be a big programming nerd. So when the Briarwoods happened to his family, and Cass was missing presumed dead, and cops collectively shrugged… Percy wanted to try and identify them.
So, in this modern AU, he’s responsible for one of the first facial recognition programs. Called 0RTHX. Or ORTHAX. Idk I haven’t thought why he named it that yet. Point being, he knew from the getgo that cops and other fascist entities would use it for ill, but he didn’t care so long as he found the Briarwoods and could hopefully, maybe, finally, get the justice he craved.
Not sure how that worked out - well enough that Cass is pursuing a degree of her own, and he’s mostly freelancing thanks to his reputation (which is positive and praised, to his disgust) with the stability afforded by his inheritance.
But! Yeah. Major engineering vibes, though what he does with that can be really up in the air. Definitely see him picking up a fair bit of coding experience, given it’s very useful in this world (hell, I’m a biologist and we’re expected to be competent in Spyder and R and JASP). Just because of family biases I’ma toss in physicist in the ring as a more out-there possibility, because I think Percy would make googly eyes at plasma physics or really want to make fusion (holy shit fusion with a net gain is a THING NOW) more practical. But that’s a lil harder to tie to his vengeance thing.
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thought i should try an intro post? i guess?
i don’t really know how to do this and I’m already sorry for the ramblings that are about to ensue because I’m awkward and ramble and don’t know how to format this hehheh..
this was going to be my first post to get me out of my shell and force myself to actually post things, but i ended up posting and getting out there before i got the courage to post this sooo...
some basic info i guess
I’ve been going by lonely on here i guess? so call me (i say that like ppl be talking ab me lol) either that or or Micah cause i totally wish that was my name and want to go by that :/
my pronouns page :)
lmk if you want to be tagged on games and i will try to remember lol
use the first two tags of this post to see posts i made, and asks i answered/ ask requests :P
i use she/they pronouns (I’m also leaning towards adding he, but i don’t really like hearing it online i don’t think?)
I’m nonbinary, demi, omniromantic, and aceflux.
i have anxiety, adhd, self diagnosed autism, and all the little things that come with those like misophonia, tinnitus, rsd, yk how it is.
My finch code is BSVLVJKTKN and my birbs name is Milo; if anyone wants to add me, you can lmk if you do but you don’t have to
idk how to use it but my discord is also lonelypersonhere
my hobbies and interests
my favorite color is green, i like drawing, journaling, reading, gaming, swimming, and writing (getting more used to the idea of it bc i used to hate writing). I have lots of collections of things like squishmallows, all kinds of frog and turtle things, books, video games....
authors and books
this will be a lot (and mostly young books bc i hate change and love nostalgia)
i also haven't been reading as much the past few years, got that gifted kid syndrome burnout (heh 😅)
Rick Riordan, Erin Hunter (it’s the nostalgia, i can’t help it), Wendy Mass, John Green, Dean Koontz, all the dystopian books like Divergent, The Hunger Games, The Maze Runner (and the Thirteenth Reality also by James Dashner)
My favorite book is definitely The Song of Achilles with They Both Die at the End as a close second (apparently I like pain).
I’m don’t really know a name for what genre I most like but, fantasy, dystopia, and adventure pretty much sums it up I guess. I recently got into anime and now I can’t enjoy watching real people the same any more lol. Also if something I list has a book/movie counterpart that counts too, except for manga because I haven’t gotten into that yet(except for a few). I’m going to try to stick to my top three-ish favorites and not to list literally everything I’ve ever seen so here we go I guess (I say I guess a lot don’t I?)
movies
Bridge to Terabithia (was my go to for favorite movie as a kid) and Ghibli movies; specifically with Howl’s Moving Castle and Princess Mononoke being my favorite movies
tv shows
Sherlock, Anne with an E, and The Originals are probably my favorite (real people) shows and Hunter X Hunter, Attack on Titan, Fruits Basket, and Erased are my top anime shows (I haven’t seen that many but these are amazing).
Ok, I’m so sorry to anyone that actually read this heh. This post stayed in drafts jail and endured lots of editing before I got the courage to post it sooo if you’re seeing this that’s a victory for me lol. i think i will make a cleaned up version of this? and also add the tags i use for filtering yeah? Ok I’ll stop talking now bye.....
#og lonelypost#lonely’s askbox#intro post#like very late intro post#but at least i finally made one right?#im so sorry for the rambles#i really ramble a lot#meeee :3#is me#drafts jail
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6,17 and 10 from ask game for both of them?:3
(from this ask game)
6. How did you choose your OC’s name?
for Dew, it was really hard choosing a name for him at first. he and Anton started out as just basic whumpee and whumper in my head, and then as they were getting a more developed story, i decided to name them. it took a long time naming Dew because i needed a name that fit him and his character really well. i think i just saw the word dew somewhere and thought that was perfect for him, idk why :P
Anton on the other hand.. okay so i’ve done this thing for a while, where basically whenever i see or hear a name i like, i write it down in my notes app to save for later to potentially be a name for an oc. i have a long list of random names i’ve collected over a few years, and when i had to name Anton, i just looked through that list and thought that name suited him. its funny because i’m pretty sure i first heard that name from the amazing world of gumball, and i liked it so i wrote it in my list… so Anton is technically named after a talking piece of toast hahahaha. you’re welcome
17. What are three moments in their life that impacted your OC the most?
Dew
i’d say the moments he first found out he was autistic and transgender (happened at separate times, but i’ll include them as one since they’re similar). they’re both a huge part of him and his identity so obviously after finding that out, it would hugely impact his life and the way he’s viewed by people and himself.
the second is when his parents died,, i always forget to mention this in the chapters which i kinda regret now, because i feel like they’d also be people Dew would think about along with his friends. but yeah… i mentioned in another ask that they died when he was 18, and then i kinda just forgot about them… oops.
the third moment is probablyyy when he was kidnapped by Anton lmao. i mean, it changed his entire life in more ways than one. he has wings now, some other stuff that’s huge spoilers… it’s pretty self explanatory.
Anton:
i mentioned this before as well but Anton was an orphan and was found by his mentor, Pierce, when he was young, and that’s how he kinda became the person he is now. Pierce was a mad scientist and taught Anton everything he knows about science and stuff, so without him, Anton would probably be a normal guy… i mean,, not normal, but you know.
hmmmm there is one hugely impactful moment that happened to Anton but I can’t really talk about it yet because Spoilers… i will say it had to do with his past test subject who’s been mentioned a few times before.
and then finding Dew. again, this one is pretty self explanatory. having his own test subjected impacted the way he did science, but also the way he views other people as well as himself. and like, spoiler stuff in the future, but Dew basically changed his life.
10. Share a sentence of dialogue from your OC that you think represents them well.
Anton: “Me and you, we can accomplish great things together. We already have. You as my lab rat, and me as the scientist, we are unstoppable.” Anton picked up a needle, noticing how Dew’s wings seemed to wrap tighter around his shoulders. “Now, spread out your wings, I wanna test something.”
Dew: “It just, it’s boring…” Dew began. “Just- the only thing I do all day is sit here being poked and prodded and then I’m alone in that room with nothing to do. And- and I miss talking to people,” Dew blinked back tears. “I miss the sky. I miss my pets. I miss- m-my friends.” He wrapped his wings around himself, like a cozy blanket, and cried.”
(couldn’t really decide on a quote from Dew so i just went with that one idk)
thanks for the ask!
#also tawog is one of my favorite shows ever by the way#rob and mr small are two of my favorite characters in all of existance i think#just thought i should mention that#ask#tllr ask#dew oc#anton oc#lab whump#parent death mention#kidnapping mention#needle mention#pierce oc
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ok so a not-quite-summary of that one au i've been rotating!! (mainly character bits)
the school is called the Better Living School and Rehabilitation Center for Troubled Youths, it’s borderline corrupt, and it has super strict rules (it’s often an alternative to juvie hall for a lot of people)
i have elaborate backstories for each of the fab four that i don’t want to spoil too much, but i can give a brief reason why each of them is in the school without spoiling a lot of the context and nuance :D
Kobra: beat a guy to a dazed bloody pulp with his bare hands bc he was insulting/harassing him and kobra refused to say he was in the wrong (which he wasn’t btw. but the judicial system doesn’t see it that way when you send someone to the hospital)
Ghoul: he threw one of his epic collection of molotov cocktails at a cop car (“in my defense, i didn’t mean to hurt anyone. i just wanted to see them sweet sweet flames…”) and when people came to talk to his parents, they found his collection and decided the only way to keep him from being a terrorist was to send him to the school
Jet: he was peer pressured/blackmailed into setting off a firework in a teacher’s office at his old high school, then when the teacher got hurt bad, the people who coerced him into it pinned all the blame on him, so he was kind of responsible but it was kind of a wrong-place-wrong-time thing
Party: they’re Kobra’s sibling, and quite the smooth talker (as well as a compulsive liar). when kobra got sent away they started going downhill on a self-destructive path until it escalated to a point where they got sent to the school too (theirs is the only backstory i’m not quite sure of, and this one will probably change a lot)
i can’t share much of the plot without spoiling it hugely, but i think you’ll like it aaaugh i can’t wait to write this thing (side note i wrote like four pages on pt 3 of yccf yesterday after weeks of writer's block :D)
okay first of all LOVE the school name!!! its much more creative than the one i thought up lmao (literally just. the better living institute 💀)
anyways KOBRA IDK WHAT THE GUY DID BUT IM SURE HE DESERVED IT GHDGHDGD but yeah is it weird that i love thats the reason hes in there? idk i just love the interpretations of kobra as this dangerous badass who can just snap and fucking obliterate a guy with his fists. hes a badass and i love him and he did nothing wrong <33
GHOUL BABY I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU LMAO EVERYTHING YOU SAID ABT HIM IS JUST. PERFECT !! MY MAN HAS MOLOTOV COCKTAIL COLLECTION HE IS AN ICON HE IS EVERYTHING IM OBSESSED ALREADY
and then immediately im hit with feelings bc poor fucking jet??? he did NOT deserve to be fucked over like that wtf 😭
OOH OKAY COMPULSIVE LIAR POISON IS SUCH AN INTERESTING CONCEPT??? like i feel like that could be sooo cool to see with their character's reputation if being all smooth talking and silver tongued and im and ik you said you havent really figured all their backstory out yet but i am SO fucking excited to see where you go with it!!!!
anyways it is very safe to say that i am gonna FUCKING LOVE this whenever you write it gdhsghsgs i am sooooo excited and i cant wait to read all the plot stuff you couldnt share!!!!
#asks#danger days#ALSO!!!#HELL FUCKING YES YCCF PROGRESS IM SO HAPPY RN!!!!!#writers block has been fucking kicking my ass these past few weeks too so ik exactly how you feel#and im so happy you were able to write something!!!! cant eait to read it dude im so hyped rn fr!!!
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ooh Bennie and the Jets is a favorite of mine too! Some other favorites would probably be I’m Still Standing (it’s what got me into Elton so it’s very special to me) and Curtains. My favorite albums are Too Low For Zero & Madman Across the Water. I do also really love Goodbye Yellow Brick Road and I have not yet listened to Caribou!
For George - I’m not sure if you’ve given a listen to his All Things Must Pass album, but if you haven’t, I would recommend to start there! It’s such a beautiful album and every song is so so good I’ve listened to it more times than I can probably count haha. But if you have listened, another recommendation would be Cloud 9. It’s my second favorite of his and again, all songs on it are so so good.
I’m listening to Rubber Soul as I’m writing this and so far I really enjoy Norwegian Wood & Nowhere Man. Do you have a favorite song off that album? I’d definitely understand if you can’t pick just one LOL. I’ll give Srg Peppers & Get Back a listen over the weekend. :)
I actually don’t play the violin, but I would love to learn since it’s my favorite instrument. I’m currently learning how to play piano and harmonica, so adding a violin to that list would be a bit of a learning overload rn lol. Do you play any instruments?
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Hello :D
Oooo yeah I’m Still Standing is a good one! I actually hadn’t listened to Curtains before, so I did and I like it! It reminds me kinda of Someone Saved My Life Tonight…but that might be because they’re both slower ballads. The electric guitar towards the middle was a cool touch, and the whole thing felt very heroic like a sunrise or flying or something idk haha. Both of those albums I think are really good too! I have Madman on vinyl, but not Too Low for Zero…do you collect records?
I’ve listened to a few songs from All Things Must Pass, but I haven’t listened to it all the way through so I’ll have to do that this weekend! I’ll also have to look into Cloud 9, because I’m not familiar with that at all. I’m excited to now hearing all of the goods things you say about them!
Oh nice! I like both of those a lot and I also would say Norwegian Wood is one of my favs along with Michelle! I’m excited to hear your thoughts on the others!
Yeah, violin is a really cool instrument and I can’t even imagine the work it takes to learn it! Piano and harmonica are cool to! How long have you been learning? I play the piano and I’ve been playing for around 8 years now! I love to play live, and I actually have a gig tonight (my second ever, last night was my first so I’m super excited to go back) I have a side blog where I post piano stuff if you’d like to check it out: @pearl-plays-piano
I hope you have a good day!
Pearl :D
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Louis and Harry looking obviously incompatible in 2016
A collection that got out of hand.
Inspired by this post, this is a collection of them honestly truthfully not matching whatsoever around the same times (the same day / very next time there was a pic of the other one, or no more than a couple of weeks apart) because they’re just sOoOooo different and obviously genuinely i JuSt DoNt SeE It.
Harry and Louis absolutely not being 2 peas in a pod in 2016:
Jan 6 - “let’s go watch football in winter and wear beanies that match each others clothes”
Jan 9(H)/10(L)
Jan 30 - the punk
Feb 2(H)/3(L)
Feb 14(H)/15(L) - they both look like they didn’t have time to get ready for the party and still they pulled it off and also nice matching shirts bros
Cut because of course it’s long:
(is bla feel free to skip) I feel that if people can’t imagine them together it’s because they have this image of Louis that is just one aspect to him and a whole other aspect of Harry in their heads, aspects that don’t really overlap, don’t “fit”, that is most often the uh main look that comes with their public images, but if you look a little deeper you see these 2 aren’t that onesided, that the range on these badboys is huge actually, and yet somehow all these many sides keep finding each other at the same times over and over again. And so here’s this post.
Also this is not to compare them or “prove” anything as we’re going by appearances here and that doesn’t mean anything. People don’t have to look the same or give off the same vibes at all to have mutual respect, but they do, and it makes me happy, so much I just couldn’t stop pairing these pics up and it’s gotten so big it’s gonna be divided in seperate posts for each year yeah oops.
also I might be wrong on some of these dates but I did my best
Anyway:
March 2(L)/28(H) - that one colleague that comes to work on a motorcycle and that one other one that works on a different floor and you just know they got a thing for each other
I couldn’t pick a favorite of the following comfy in black matchymatch ones so have a bunch:
March 11
March 11/12(L)/13(H)
March 12(L)/13(H)
March 16(H)20(L) - seethrough white shirt rights hours apparently
I mean
Bonus keys
March 11(L)/April 2(H) - More comfy black I’ll shake it soon but but just this thing of wearing all black/white with the exception of shoes in interesting compatible colors yk
April 1(H)/26(L) - This wasn’t meant as some spot-the-same-colored-style-clothes-post but when this is there I can’t not? Their faces also just look older/tired here it fits bye
April 23 - OHHHH COME OHHNN
March 25(H)/April 30(L) - A month apart but flannel rights.
May 10 - look at them LOOK AT THEEEHMM COME ONN
May 18(L)/19(H) - These were next to each other in someone’s archive and I thought they were both Louis at first and then both Harry and
June 16(L)/17(H) - Now that’s what I mean by looking compatible
June 6 - COMEOHHNN
June 21(H)/22(L) - judging you larry fav larry
July 18(H)/31(L) - I was gonna go for compatible. Compatible. Not IDENTICAL NONSENSE. But they’re like this so here we are again.
August 3(H)/6(L) - hey boys it’s not 2021 yet this is a post about 2016 ok could you not.
August 5 - yesss ~compatible~
August 1(H)/8(L) - yeah more of the comfy sporty black yeah
August 24(L)/September 2(H) - Idk why they suddenly look like entirely different people but it happened at the same time Harly Stills and Lewis Tompson here are still matchily married
October 6(H)/25(L) - but yeah
Orrr maybe this is a better pair
October 25(L)/November 25(H)
And these
October 6(H)/31(L)
COME OHHHNNN If I’d know the source of the manip I’d link it but it was just floating around on google sorrysorry
Nov 2
Nov 3(H)/8(L)
Nov 30(L)/Dec 2(H) tries to shut up about laurels
Dec 20 - they said today we go cuddly and soft and WE MEAN IT
Dec 29 - Cuddly and soft and smoll and
Dec 24(H)/29(L) - AAAHH I LOVE THEM
NEXT UP 2017
#i got stuck doing this#i just couldnt stop#masterpost#its huge#also anything compatible looking around jay's passing i took out#i mean both looking drunk or out of it because i think they werent just funnydrunk they were copingdrunk(or whatever else)#or just looking rough or tired or messy hair or whatever yeah :((
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Here There Be Leaks, Part the Third (or the First Redux, I Guess)
So two things: first, I have seen the video of the Freddie leaks. (I am super flattered that kyrilu has opted to trust me with this, because they - genuinely not sure of their pronouns - don't know me at all beyond our chilling on the same Discord server.) I will not be providing it here for the same reasons they didn't, because it sounds like the actor's agent was made aware of his mistake and I don't want to get him in further trouble. But if the other audition tapes are real, and I think they are (because that's a crazy elaborate ruse if not), then this one is also real.
No, I don't know why the dialogue is weird like that. Maybe it's like some of the other leaked stuff, where there's other bits of dialogue in between that the actor auditioning doesn't need. We still don't know a LOT, all our feral speculating really is just that, but I for one am having a lot of fun.
Second, and more importantly: for everyone who didn't get a look at it the first time, I have the transcript kyrilu made of the audition tape - as well as an alternate take that they didn't provide audio of, with a couple of slightly different lines. I have no idea why the lines would be different between takes, but there's a Contessa Carmilla audition video on Vimeo and another one on YouTube, and there are slightly different lines between them too, so maybe it's not that unusual for Shadows, idk.
I've also received kyrilu's permission to repost, and I don't mind playing DCMA football because they haven't yelled at me yet, so transcripts are under the cut. Please don't bother anyone on the cast/crew, or do anything else that might get this taken down, but if for some reason it does then I will post my own takedown notice for all to see and bask in, and then someone else can pick up the game of hot potato. Love this fandom, and more excited than ever for the new season!
TAKE ONE
FREDDIE: This place is like a museum. I can’t believe this is your house, Guillermo.
GUILLERMO: Well, it’s not really my house. I just helped take care of Nandor.
FREDDIE: How’d you never tell me that? I thought you worked at the UN.
NANDOR: Ha! Guillermo doesn’t work at the UN. Don’t be silly.
GUILLERMO: [to Freddie] He forgets things. He’s not all there. So I, uh, volunteer with him on my days off.
FREDDIE: Ah, you’re so sweet.
NANDOR: Guillermo, why didn’t you tell me your friend was coming? I would have prepared a lengthy welcome dance.
FREDDIE: We’re a bit more than friends, actually.
NANDOR: Oh, I see. Best friends.
GUILLERMO: No, um, Freddie and I have been dating. We’re dating. Uh…yeah, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.
NANDOR: Oh wow. You have nothing to worry about, Guillermo. This is fantastic. And a long time coming. Guillermo has been so lonely. Like, really lonely. It was funny at first, but then it became pathetic. At one point, I saw him having a tea party with a dead body.
FREDDIE: Mm. Thank you, Nandor! And may I just reiterate that you have a beautiful home. This tapestry - is it Turkish in origin? Around fifteenth century?
GUILLERMO: Freddie is a junior associate at Sotheby's. A real art buff.
NANDOR: Yes. Good eye. I disemboweled many, many villagers to get that tapestry. Not sure why. Truth is, I don’t even like it that much. A bit gaudy.
GUILLERMO: [whispering to Freddie] We’re thinking about upping his medication doses.
FREDDIE: [whispers back] Probably for the best. [to Nandor] Well, I’d love to hear more of your stories, Nandor. So glad to have a new buddy.
NANDOR: That’s me. I am the buddy.
FREDDIE: [coughs] This place is rather dusty, though, heh. I’d suggest getting a Roomba. [chuckles] But it would probably kill itself.
NANDOR: [laughs] I don’t know what any of that means. But I love it.
FREDDIE: Truly a top-notch collection you’ve got there, Nandor. You should be proud of yourself.
NANDOR: No one has ever said that to me before.
FREDDIE [scoffs] That can’t be true. Well, if you ever need anyone to help you look after any of these treasures, promise you’d give me a call, huh?
NANDOR: It would be an honor.
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TAKE TWO
FREDDIE: This place looks like a museum. [He’s opening up a Russian nesting doll and startles when it pops open with a squeak. He hurriedly sets it down.] I can’t believe this is your house, Guillermo.
GUILLERMO: Well, it’s not really my house. I just help to take care of Nandor.
FREDDIE: How did you never mention that? I thought you worked at the UN.
NANDOR: Ha! Guillermo doesn’t work at the UN. Don’t be silly.
GUILLERMO: [to Freddie] He forgets things. He’s not all there. So I, uh, volunteer with him on my days off.
FREDDIE: Ah, you’re so sweet.
NANDOR: Guillermo, why didn’t you tell me your friend was coming? I would have prepared a lengthy welcome dance.
FREDDIE: Um, we’re a bit more than friends, actually.
NANDOR: Ah, I see. Best friends.
GUILLERMO: No, uh, Freddie and I have been dating. We’re dating. I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.
NANDOR: Oh. Oh wow. You have nothing to be sorry about, Guillermo. This is fantastic. A long time coming. Guillermo has been so lonely. Like, really lonely. Like it was funny at first, but then it became a bit pathetic. At one point, I saw him having a tea party… with a dead body!
FREDDIE: [to Guillermo] Oh gosh, he really is far gone. [to Nandor] Thank you, Nandor! And may I just reiterate that you have a beautiful home. This tapestry - is it Turkish in origin? Around fifteenth century?
GUILLERMO: Freddie is a junior associate at Sotheby's. A real art buff.
NANDOR: Yes. Good eye. I disemboweled many, many villagers to get that tapestry. Not sure why. Truth is, I didn’t even like it that much. A bit gaudy.
GUILLERMO: [whispering to Freddie] We’re thinking about upping his medication doses.
FREDDIE: [whispers back] Probably for the best. [to Nandor] Well, I’d love to hear more of your… stories, Nandor. So glad to have a new buddy.
NANDOR: That’s me. I am the buddy.
FREDDIE: [coughs] This place is pretty dusty, though. I’d tell you to get a Roomba in here, but I’m afraid it might kill itself.
NANDOR: [laughs] I don’t know what any of that means. But I love it~
FREDDIE: Truly, a top-notch collection you’ve got here, Nandor. You should be very proud of yourself.
NANDOR: No one has ever said that to me before.
FREDDIE: [to the camera] Well, when you talk about disemboweling villagers willy-nilly, I’m not surprised. [to Nandor] If you ever need anyone to look after any of these treasures, promise you’ll give me a call, huh?
NANDOR: It would be my honor.
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Naive (3)
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Pairing: demon!Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader
Summary: You pick up on the lies in Wanda’s life and she decides to show you the truth.
Warnings: 18+ ONLY, dark!fic, demon things™️, more hints at dom/sub because I’m a whore for demon!Wanda
A/N: I can’t believe that it’s been a month since I posted the last one 😭 I have some things planned for the next part and so on but I also kinda wanna take requests again??? idk we all know how I get overwhelmed easily with that so we’ll see what happens there. anyway tell me your thoughts on this please!
Previous part
Waking up feels like gasping for air after being trapped underwater. You aren’t sure how long you were asleep, but the mid afternoon traffic quickly alerts you of how much of the day has passed.
Despite your head feeling like it’s made of cement, you manage to stand up, slipping off thin pajamas as you walk into the bathroom and stop at the mirror. Your skin seems tender in places and you’re a little bit startled when there isn’t a single indication of the bite marks and scratches you feel, even after rubbing your eyes a few times and turning in every direction possible. Deciding to let it go for now, you reach for the shower stall to turn on the water, detouring to the bedroom instead when you hear your phone ringing.
“Hello?”
“You didn’t save my number, did you?”
“Wanda?” You pull the phone away long enough to quickly clear your throat. “I mean hey, Wanda! What makes you think I didn’t save your number?”
“You answered like you didn’t know who was going to be on the other end.”
“Okay, you caught me,” you admit after a moment of silence. “I promise I’ll save it as soon as we hang up. Anyway, what’s up?”
“Remember that pet adoption center you pointed out to me?” You acknowledge her with a hum. “I was thinking about getting a cat…Wanna tag along?”
“Absolutely! I was just about to shower though so I can be ready in an hour or so.”
“Perfect! I’ll text you when I’m outside.”
The two of you say your goodbyes and you keep your promise of saving her number, typing in her name and hesitating on the emoji keyboard. Realizing you’d spent far too much time contemplating this, you simply save what you have and hurry back to the bathroom, something in your brain urging you to not keep her waiting.
-
Within an hour, she sends you a text in all caps and a smiley face that tells you she’s arrived, and you can’t hide the fact that you’re surprised when you come outside and she’s waiting on the passenger side of the car.
“Hey! How are you?” she greets cheerily as she approaches you with a hug, and you shiver when her hand touches your lower back. “Are you cold?”
“No, I’m okay.” You smile and thank her when she opens the door for you, attempting to collect yourself as she crosses to the driver’s side again. “I’m really happy to see you again.”
“You are?”
“Yeah,” you admit quietly as she pulls away from the curb. “Is that such a bad thing?”
“No no, I just didn’t want to assume you were enjoying our time together as much as I was.”
She places her hand over yours while she glances at you, smiling as she squeezes your fingers and thigh lightly. You feel a rush of something traveling from the places she touched to your brain, only slightly aware of the fog settling in your mind.
“Well I didn’t want to be too enthusiastic about it and scare you away if all you wanted was friendship,” you clarify, meeting her eyes when she reaches a red light.
“I suppose you’re looking for more too, then.”
“I am now.”
The light turns green and she breaks eye contact, but the little smirk that follows tells you everything you need to know. At least, you hope it does.
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“I think he’s the cutest one we’ve seen yet,” you comment about the kitten that hasn’t looked away from Wanda since you approached his area. “He seems really drawn to you, too.”
“How did he get the name ‘Baby Satan’?” Wanda inquires with an employee, who approaches you with a chuckle.
“It’s actually Baby Stan, because we used to have an adult cat named Stan as well and needed to tell the two apart. We were going to give him a new name but decided to leave that up to his new family.”
“It says ‘Baby Satan’ though,” you cosign with Wanda, gesturing to the extra A mixed in with the magnetic letters that spell the kitten’s name.
“Oh, I’m so sorry! I don’t know how that got there,” the employee apologizes as she reaches over to fix the sign, and you watch her freeze as Wanda touches her arm.
“Don’t be sorry. Keep it; I want to adopt him.”
“Okay, right this way,” the employee mumbles as she turns awkwardly and stumbles over to a desk, and as the two of you follow her, you look back to see Baby Satan still staring at the woman beside you.
“What was that about?” you speak up finally once you’re in the car with her new furry friend, and Wanda frowns at you while fastening her seatbelt.
“What?”
“Why did that employee react to you like that? You touched her and she started acting really weird after.”
“Oh, Kim’s fine!” she assures you as she fixes her mirror before pulling out of the parking lot. “I actually asked her about that while you were looking at scratching posts and she said I’d overstepped her boundaries and made her uncomfortable. Don’t worry, I apologized and everything’s good again.”
“She told you her name?”
“She was wearing a name tag, babe.”
Babe...that’s new. Still, the sudden nickname doesn’t completely distract you from the fact that you’re certain there was no name tag on Kim’s uniform. You’re debating with yourself about bringing this up when you notice her heading toward Lane County.
“Are you taking me to your house?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind.” She glances at you and over her shoulder toward Baby Satan before turning back to the road. “I figured I could introduce both of my kittens to the place they’ll be spending a lot of time in.”
Her fingers brush over your knee as “my kittens” leaves her lips, and you’re almost embarrassed when your hips involuntarily buck slightly. Noticing the small change in your behavior, she takes advantage of your head turned toward your own window and allows her instincts to continue driving while she stares at you, placing her palm on your thigh and rubbing circles on the fabric covering it that brings her closer and closer to your core.
“Home, sweet home,” Wanda announces as she pulls her wandering hand away to park the car, jumping out a second later and grabbing her furry son from the backseat. “Hey there, Baby S.”
You step out of the car in a similar fashion of pulling yourself out of a swimming pool, taking in the fresh air and trying to relax yourself as you follow her into the apartment building. The hallways reflect the quiet and clean neighborhood as you make your way into the elevator and up to the 6th floor, suddenly entering the most empty apartment you’ve ever seen.
Of course there’s furniture: a couch with a TV mounted on the nearest wall, a dining table with a set of matching chairs, a few stools placed at the island and kitchen appliances that are shiny and new. But there isn’t any personal artwork, posters, books or even just a lamp that you could tell Wanda purchased herself with one glance.
“Are you staying in an AirBNB or something?” you ask as she carefully places Baby Satan’s carrier next to the couch, and she chuckles.
“I guess technically it was one before I moved in, but I’ve been here for two years.”
“Okay...so where are your pictures?”
“What?”
“Where are your pictures?” you repeat, maintaining a steady voice despite the expression she gives you as she faces you again. “Pictures of your family, friends, you as a child?”
“If you knew my family, you’d understand why you don’t see them here.” She startles you by practically growling her words but you press further.
“Okay but you also said you love plants and we’re the only living things in here.” You step back to put more space between you while quiet shuffling noises are heard inside the carrier. “What’s really going on here?”
You can easily spot the shift in Wanda’s emotions: going from defensive, arms crossed and eyes glaring to resigned with slightly sagging shoulders and a defeated sigh.
“Fine, you got me.” She bends over to pick up the carrier again and passes you on her way to the door, stopping a few feet away. “If you’re serious about pursuing a relationship with me, then I should probably show you my real home.”
“I don’t know...”
“Come on, love.” She comes just close enough to bring your hand into hers and a tingle spreads through your body, causing you to pull away but her grip only tightens. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, and this is the only time I’ve lied.”
You find yourself being drawn closer to her, and an almost familiar feeling washes over you when her thumb begins rubbing gentle circles into your jaw. The metal on her ring is so cold it almost burns upon contact, yet you nuzzle into her more with each pass along your skin.
“Don’t you want to be good for me without being forced to your knees first?”
If the fog surrounding your consciousness wasn’t so thick, you might’ve been shocked by this side of her, so calm yet demanding you serve her. But the hand on your jaw seemed to cover every inch of your body and sink into your nervous system, forcing you to fall into her and let her lead you back to the car with a simple arm around your waist. You’re buckled into the passenger seat again and a slightly blurry grin greets you from behind the wheel seconds later.
“I can’t wait to make you mine.”
Your head falls against the car window as she drives to the edge of Lane County, and your altered vision picks up on businesses turning into isolated suburbs into grassy fields into forests. You travel along narrow, winding roads past the tallest of trees with very few spaces in between, and your hazy state of mind prevents you from panicking when Wanda turns onto a dirt path that doesn’t even seem to be safe for bicycles. The wheels bump along the forest floor until she comes to a stop just outside of a two foot dwelling, similar to a cave.
Once the two of you are out of the car again, she holds your hand with her free one until you reach the cave, instructing you to sit in front of it while she does the same. She places her palm on the door, and her rings seem to come alive as they interact with it for a few moments before it swings open and the three of you are sent flying through a tunnel. You land with a groan on the hard floor and dust yourself off as you carefully stand, any questions dying in your throat as you face Wanda again, now standing before you in her true form.
“Welcome home.”
#wanda maximoff#wanda maximoff x reader#dark!wanda maximoff x reader#avengers x reader#marvel x reader#frosty's dark!fics
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the most wonderful time of the year | kth. (m)
➵ summary : taehyung hasn’t seen you since high school graduation, but when he finds himself in need of a date for his friend’s annual christmas party, running into you is like a godsend; especially when he once had feelings for you, and little did he know, you felt the same way all along.
➵ pairing : taehyung x reader
➵ genre : nonidol!au, f2l, fluff, smut
➵ rating : 18+
➵ word count : 19k
➵ warnings : mutual pining, sexual content, swearing, dom!tae, cuddling resulting in over the clothes stuff, rough fingering, oral (f. receiving), dirty talk, big dick!tae cause we know he’s packing, marking, restraint (with his own hands), choking, begging, unprotected sex (wrap it up peeps), hitting it from the back 😜, mirror (?) sex (reflection of a window), rough sex but then i love you sex, praising, slight humiliation, denied orgasm, creampie, aftercare
part of ksmutclub’s winter project 2020!, using prompt #7: “did everyone else come with a date?”
➵ a/n : thank you to @getmemyfries for beta-reading and constantly reassuring me about this fic, idk where she’s been all my life 😭, but surprise!! would you believe me if i told you guys i grinded this in just 3 days?? because YES i did, 19k in three days as a Christmas gift pretties, happy late holidays!!, comments and feedback are always appreciated <3
“Are you serious, Jimin?”
“Very. I don’t know how you didn’t get the memo, literally everyone was talking about it.”
“Did everyone else come with a date? There has to be at least one person who didn’t.”
“And that one person is you, Tae. Did you forget that I made the theme all about mistletoe? Who did you expect to kiss under it, me?”
“Super funny, Jimin. I just got really busy and I don’t even think I was paying attention to you.”
“Well, it’s your loss now, everyone came with a date and you’ll be third-wheeling the whole night. You can’t blame us either, it’s cuffing season and you know it.”
“Do I really have to come? I’ll just spend Christmas with my family.”
“And ruin their vacation with your annoying ass? What a lovely son, an even better best friend for ditching my party.”
“Okay, Jimin, I get it. Just-fuck, alright, I’ll find someone. Please tell me you didn’t plan anything too couply in case I have to bring an absolute stranger.”
“Hmm, I’ll think about it.”
And Jimin cut the call without a second to spare.
Taehyung stood there baffled, appalled by his best friend for not even having said goodbye. But then again, maybe he really deserved it. Taehyung had just become too busy with his job this year to even think about Jimin and his friends’ party, allowing it to inhabit the back of his mind and loom over him for weeks, though not giving it the time of day he should’ve.
And now he’s stuck in a situation he doesn’t know how to get out of. The party is in just two days, how exactly was he supposed to find someone that would even agree to accompany him?
One, they would have to be someone explicitly bored on Christmas Eve. Two, comfortable with meeting complete strangers and spending an entire night with them. Third, they would have to be willing to even fake-date him.
Taehyung knew he could at least satisfy the third requirement with just a smidge of his charm and good looks, though the real issues were the other two requirements, especially the first one.
Who the fuck is ever doing nothing on Christmas Eve?
These are the exact thoughts that clouded Taehyung’s mind, sighing heavily as he dejectedly sauntered into a coffee shop after work. It wasn’t the usual place, but he decided on a new one in search of a possible partner; even if it were a stranger from a different coffee shop, he’d take what he could get.
It’s precisely why he began scanning the room just enough to discern any potential date as he waited in line. With his hands in his pockets, lips buried into his plaid scarf that draped over his brown winter coat, and attempted to make eye contact with any female he thought eligible.
He spotted some cute girls, though made quick judgements about them not fitting his requirements; some meeting boyfriends, family, yapping away about Christmas plans as though the whole store needed to hear about it.
Pulling out his phone, he considered he had some female friends, maybe co-workers he could convince to tag along. It sounded like a great idea in his head, though when he scrolled though his contacts carefully, he found himself coming up short once again.
Not only had he seen his friends’ stories, all flaunting their very apparent Christmas plans, but even more so his co-workers having literally informed him about either flying back home, meeting family or easing up far, far away on a tropical beach.
And he definitely knew there’d be no one available.
All of it made Taehyung feel deflated once he had placed his order and waited patiently by the store’s counter. He thought he was royally fucked, needed to forego social etiquette and just ask a damn stranger at this point.
Sighing yet again, he mindlessly looked over to the side, catching a glimpse of the person ordering after him with a voice he suddenly recognized. Taehyung’s eyebrows immediately shot to the sky once he took a double-take, a near injustice to say he was only shocked.
He was practically floored, had to rub his eyes a few times just to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. Surely he’d lost it after the gruesome shift he just pulled at work, because he was pondering how in God’s name was he seeing you of all people ordering.
How the hell did you manage to look 100x prettier than you used to, Taehyung thought. It was no doubt you; your smile still charming as ever, your hair still elegantly soft, your eyes still naturally sparkling under every Christmas light in the store just like they always did.
It was really you.
The same you he knew all throughout high school though moved away after graduation, the same you who was brilliant at every subject though could never understand math, the same you who waltzed into school with that plaid winter coat anyone could recognize you for, the same you who always teased him about his love for pineapple on pizza because you could never comprehend the taste.
The same you he once liked.
It was actually you, bundled up in a gray winter coat and white scarf as you smiled a thank you to the barista, eventually making your way over to the counter Taehyung was situated at, settling next to him without having noticed.
Taehyung thought you were an angel sent from heaven, a Godsend, his one and only true saviour once he studied you up close, concluding that you weren’t just some mirage but in fact his real-life friend from years ago who could possibly rescue him from this Christmas party fuck up.
And so he didn’t waste a single, valuable moment, because you know what they say, ‘carpe diem’, oh captain my captain.
“Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you?”
Your surprised eyes snapped towards the oddly familiar low voice, eyebrows shooting up once you resgitered just who exactly said your name. You seemed to be in the same disbelief as Taehyung, himself utterly grateful you’d actually recognized him.
“Oh my God, Kim Taehyung?”
“Yeah, it’s me.” Taehyung laughed shyly. “Damn, how long has it been? 5? 6 years?”
“6 years, yeah.” You confirmed with a smile. “Since graduation.”
“I can’t believe that was 6 years ago, seems just like yesterday.” Taehyung couldn’t wipe the stupid smile off his face remembering the chaotic party by the lake you all threw together, resulting in someone nearly drowning, Taehyung downing more alcohol than he ever had in his life, and you shamelessly shoving everyone into the water until you eventually capsized yourself.
Taehyung had to collect himself to coherently speak sentences again, nearly feeling his neurons incessantly firing off in his brain. “But wow, when did you come back to town?”
“3 months ago, I was transferred for work.” You informed casually, though your sweet smile was infectious. “Wow, I’m.. I can’t believe I ran into you here.” You were honestly still shocked, marveling at the fact you somehow bumped into Kim Taehyung, the Kim Taehyung from high school.
The same Taehyung who teased you about being terrible at math, the same one who only ever brought strawberry jam sandwiches to school and God forbid someone ever took a bite. The same Taehyung who was the cute social butterfly everyone completely adored at school.
The same Taehyung you once liked.
“It doesn’t feel long indeed, but you look.. different.” You did a light scan of him, noticing just how how much taller, more handsome and manlier he appeared. It was reflected in the edge of his jawline, crisp face structure and broader upper body.
Quite frankly, he looked incredibly striking, almost intimidatingly so, and you could only think about when Taehyung used to appear a little scrawnier, lankier though still attractive all the same with his adorable eyes and plushy lips.
It was nearly daunting to see the gorgeous difference now.
“You look different too.. good different.” He added with a smile as he looked you over, and it was pleasant to see he still had that same boxy smile, the same little creases at the corner of his eyes. Though instead now, his smile looked devilishly handsome, and it was hard to not trip over your own feet about it.
“You too. You’re so much taller now.” You commented, craning your neck just to converse with him.
“And you’re still short, huh?”
Your mouth flew open, scandalized at the comment though laughed when he chuckled at your expression. “Oh c’mon, you’re still gonna tease me about how short I am? It’s been six years, Taehyung.”
“Hey, don’t think it’s not payback for all those times you lectured me about how ‘inhuman’ liking pineapple on pizza was. I still have your PowerPoint presentations saved.” Taehyung retorted through a laugh, remembering the way you’d really take the time to conjure up presentations just so he could be unconvinced of the preference.
“Okay, okay. You got me. Is there ever a way I could make it up to you... Assistant Curator Kim?” You read the lanyard that hung around his neck, inspecting it to see his ID photo along with his job title.
“Ah,” Taehyung exclaimed, scrambling for the lanyard. “I was in a rush to get out of work so I left it on by accident.” Taehyung explained a little embarrassed, unhooking it from around his neck.
“Why were you in a rush?” You knitted your eyebrows together, only asking out of innocent curiosity, though Taehyung lit up like a Christmas tree, knowing this was his golden opportunity and he was definitely going to take his chance.
“Uh.. do you still remember Park Jimin and the rest of our friends?” Taehyung started.
“Oh my God, of course I do! You’re all still friends?”
“Unfortunately, yeah. I mean, even when we get tired of each other we know nobody else will put up with us, so we’re still close.” Taehyung snickered, remembering him and his friends were still the same 7 dorks from high school.
“Awh, I wish I could see them, we used to have so much fun together.” You pouted, shoving your hands into your pockets as you recalled amusing memories from years ago; stupid adventures to the lake by your school, chasing the sunset, knowing you probably incessantly bothered the owner of that one gas station you always visited.
“Actually, the reason why I was rushing was because Jimin holds an annual Christmas Eve party, and this time around he made it a ‘bring-a-date’ memo, and I kinda got too busy to remember.” Taehyung began scratching the back of his neck, a little shy considering he didn’t really listen to Jimin when he should’ve.
“Ohh.” You nodded understandingly. “So you forgot to get a date?”
“Yeah.” Taehyung confirmed, nodding with some disappointment in himself. “But say, you mentioned a favour, right?” Taehyung eyed you knowingly, hand never leaving his neck as he forced himself to get the question out. “Are you doing anything on Christmas Eve?”
You were a little taken aback, thinking you knew exactly where he was going with this, and also thinking it was a damn Christmas miracle. You remembered your unfortunate situation for Christmas Eve; your parents having booked a cottage for themselves considering you’d be working that day, though gladly enough your boss decided it was the most wonderful time of the year, so why the fuck would he keep people hostage at work?
It landed you with quite literally nothing to do on the joyous day, and excitement began to fill your chest already about your answer, though you composed yourself to appear normal.
“No, actually. My parents are at a cottage together, so I was going to be home.”
Taehyung could’ve been on cloud nine right about now, thanking God or whatever supreme being for answering his prayers. You’d literally checked off his every requirement perfectly, and now all that was left was...
“Would you like come to Jimin’s party as my date? I know it’s only in 2 days and it’s really sudden, but I’m kinda stuck right now and I promised Jimin I would come after finding someone, he’ll probably kick my ass if I don’t-”
“I’d love to come.” You broke out into a grin at his adorable rambling, nearly giddy your assumption from before was exactly correct.
“Wait, seriously? You mean that?” Taehyung asked in wonderment.
“Why would I lie to you, Taehyung?” You chuckled at the endearing way his face was lighting up, trying to ensure he couldn’t see the stars in your eyes as you looked at him.
“Oh my God, you actually just.. saved my life.” Taehyung reveled, expression of utter gratitude.
“Don’t mention it. It’s all I can do after making you sit through 10 minutes of me berating you for liking fruit on pizza. It’s still weird, by the way.”
“Hey, don’t make me take your drink and ask you to jump for it.” Taehyung chastised, biting back a smile at the fact that you two still bickered like old times.
“Fair point, so in two days, huh?”
“Mhm. Can I get your number, actually? I’ll send you the details tonight.” Taehyung began digging for his phone in his pocket.
“Oh, yeah of course.” You agreed as you went for yours. You both huddled a little closer to exchange the digits, trading phones and adding your names into each other’s contacts. It dawned a slight fuzzy feeling in your chest, getting a whiff of Taehyung’s masculine cologne and realizing in this proximity, just how incredibly ravishing Taehyung had in fact grown up, how much larger and broader he was in comparison to you.
That he was a man now, not the quirky little dork you once knew, and that thought alone caused something to momentarily alight inside you.
He was a man now.
“Remember when we only had iPods and had to talk through our land lines?” Taehyung took a trip down memory lane and grounded you back to Earth, returning your phone to you.
“Ah yes, when technology was just expanding and us 90′s kids were always caught in the weird middle.” You reminisced as he chuckled, recalling the older days.
You were just finishing typing in your name for your contact, nearly clicking save until you decided to add the little bow emoji next to your name, handing Taehyung’s phone back to him.
“A bow?” Taehyung inquired, finding it cute.
“I deserve it, I’m your little Christmas present under your tree, aren’t I?” You flashed him a cute flower pose with a kittenish grin, the barista calling out Taehyung’s order just after.
Taehyung could only smile widely, endeared you still had that same playful charm. “Yeah, you are.” He made for his drink and nabbed it, fixing his phone back into this pocket before addressing you. “I’ve gotta get going. I’ll see you in 2 days, okay? It was seriously great meeting you again. Y/N.”
“You too, I’ll see you then!” You chimed with a wave as Taehyung began stepping away, almost turning from him until he suddenly called out to you one last time, just about through the door.
“Thank you again, Y/N, I owe you, my Christmas present!” He shouted his last words through a stupid smile, you returning the same one as a welcome before Taehyung exited the shop.
And you couldn’t stop yourself from breaking out into the goofiest grin then, cheeks hotter than you remembered. You were glad Taehyung was still the same charismatic, easily lovable person from high school, the same charm and adorable impishness about him.
Only now, he was all grown up and matured, no longer the slightly awkward, though heartfelt kid who liked stealing your history notes. And you became a little afraid feeling the same flutter in your heart from 6 years ago, curious if it was just a momentary lapse upon seeing him again, or signaling the ignition of an old flame it took you years to forget.
Taehyung : remember to bring your competitive side today ;)
You : omg, what did jimin plan?
Taehyung : you’ll have to wait and see
Taehyung : jimin’s a creative one, remember?
You : how could i forget? i’m never forgiving him for making me spend 3 hours writing calligraphy for that anthro project 😭
Taehyung : man, the guys are gonna love seeing you again
Taehyung : be there in 5!
You : gotchu!
You hated that you smiled so stupidly at your screen, never having forgotten the fluttery feeling Taehyung always managed to manifest in your stomach.
You clicked your phone screen off and checked over your outfit for the umpteenth time, wanting to look good not only for Taehyung (though that was the primary reason) but also for the rest of the crew. It’d seriously been too long since you last saw each other, having always been up to dumb shenanigans in high school though sadly parting ways after graduation.
It was only inevitable with everyone’s future plans being so dissimilar, you having gone down the road of law and miraculously scoring a scholarship to a prestigious university a few towns over, spelling your departure from your beloved childhood city and therefore, goodbye to everyone you knew.
You were glad the boys managed to remain so closely-knitted despite their different paths; Taehyung having clearly acquired a job at a museum considering his love for art. Last time you remembered, Jimin was an aspiring dancer, Hoseok was a natural at hospitality, Seokjin always rambled on about acting, Jungkook was gifted with a camera, Namjoon adored books and Yoongi wouldn’t trade music for the world.
It was bittersweet recalling such memories, having to leave behind everything you knew to pursue your own dream. Bitter, though sweet knowing you had larger than life opportunities awaiting you. It was precisely what landed you your current job, working comfortably at a high-status law firm albeit stealing very much of your time.
It was perfect, nonetheless, since the main office was located back home and you had just been transferred 3 months ago, finding your way back 6 years later. You didn’t know if the boys were still in town, had no real clue where their lives went with only stray social media posts indicating they were still alive and healthy.
So running into Taehyung all of a sudden? It made you more than glad, remembering not only your fun times together as a group, but your comfortable friendship with him, and the undeniable feelings you’d developed overtime.
Suffice to say, you both were quirky yet cute, and you made perfect sense. Not only did it land you two a supportive relationship full of laughs and teasing, but also numerous instances where someone’s actions or behaviour became suggestive, questioned the borders of actual friendship between you though nobody willing to take the leap, and it left all your friends inquiring exactly when you two would start dating.
Though that was the sad part, you never did. And the reason why? You have no real clue. It simply never dawned on you to express your feelings towards Taehyung in fear of him not feeling the same, thinking your crush was just a phase and you’d eventually view him as a friend again, a process of denial you repeated for the 4 grueling years of high school.
Though the second you realized you’d have to say goodbye so soon, with the possibility you’d never see him again, you realized Taehyung was the one boy you truly loved, and sometimes questioned if you still did.
It hurt to have to hug him one last time before you disconnected, remembering the way you cried having to part from everyone, and Taehyung held you against him until your eyes dried, waving an innocent goodbye before you rounded the corner of your street and disappeared forever.
To this day you haven’t got a clue if Taehyung ever felt the same, always chalking up his little lingering touches, hugs and double entendres to his naturally flirtatious and outgoing nature. It hindered your ability to say anything, thinking over the years maybe your non-confessional departure was an enormous mistake.
So when you heard the doorbell of your apartment ring, in the five minutes Taehyung promised, your heart couldn't help but leap at the thought you’d see him again, meet all your old friends and spend an entire festive, fun-filled night with them.
You made for the door without a second thought and pulled it ajar, meeting Taehyung’s somehow more stunning self all ready to go. He’d decided today to dress with a tan plaid coat, black turtle neck poking out from underneath paired with black slacks to match; and you realized Taehyung definitely invented the all-black look.
Sources? You.
You almost gawked, his hair set to reveal some forehead though curl just before his eyebrows, and it was evilly handsome. He was evilly handsome.
You remembered he was standing right in front of you, thinking a good moment has passed since you uttered anything, a warm smile as you addressed him. “Hi.”
“Hi.” He greeted back, scanning over you, and you didn’t miss the way his eyes lingered for a second on your legs. You’d gone for your same gray coat, though surprisingly with an all black outfit underneath as well, cute wrap around dress with a v line dipping just generously enough, all paired with pantyhose.
Who cares about a little cold when you want to look cute anyway, right?
“We’re matching, it’s cute.” He complimented, his smile just a little impish as it met your chest momentarily though flashed back up to you.
“I guess you’re cute too.” You shrugged, nearly hiding your face under his scrutiny.
“We should get going, m’lady. Jimin’ll chew my head off if I’m late too.” Taehyung feigned a sophisticated tone, turning aside and holding out his arm for you to loop like a gentleman.
You chuckled just a little and clutched your side bag, hooking onto his arm as you switched the lights of your apartment off and shut the door behind you.
“Now would the kind sir tell me what we’re doing today?” You inquired as Taehyung began walking you down the hallway, peering at his God-like side profile. “You’ve been so mysterious about it.”
Taehyung clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Now what’s the point of a surprise if I tell you?”
“But why is it a surprise? Don’t tell me it’s something ridiculous like rock climbing.” You playfully scolded, trying to keep up with his long strides as he led you towards the elevator.
“Maybe it’s just to see the way your face will light up when you find out.” Taehyung suggested with narrowed eyes as he looked down at you, you staring back at him in scrutiny until you both snickered.
And as you entered the elevator arm in arm with him, maybe you felt that same skip of your heartbeat from years ago.
“Holy shit, Y/N Y/L/N? Is that you?” Jimin’s face was utterly surprised, his warm, puppy eyes you remember too well wide as he held the door open.
“Of course it is, Park Jimin!” You cheered as you held your arms out for a hug, his gentle arm wrapping around your torso as he beamed.
“The guys are not gonna believe this, I gotta tell em’. Come in, come in!” Jimin ushered you and Taehyung inside, redirecting his attention to the beautiful, open space condo he called his humble abode. “Guys! Come to the front, look who’s here!”
You and Taehyung were propping your boots off when people eventually came piling into the front foyer and responding to Jimin absentmindedly. All were similarly unsuspecting their eyes widened when landing on you, sounding the next slew of hilarious commentary you’d missed too damn much.
“No way, is that Y/N?”
“Holy fuck, Y/N?”
“Y/N, we thought you left town, when did you come back?”
“Taehyung, how the hell did you find her?”
“Even better, how the fuck did he get her to come as his date?” It was Jungkook who made the quip that elicited everyone’s snickering, yourself simply overwhelmed by the amount of memories that came back just by the sound of their quite manlier now, though familiar voices.
They all still had the same charming features, each of them reminiscent of their teenaged selves, but the difference? Now they were polished into captivatingly good-looking men you were baffled to even know at this point.
“Oh my God, it’s been 6 years, just let me hug you guys!” You excitedly gestured for them to come to you, friendly smiles all around as you embraced and reunited.
“Jungkook, why wouldn’t she agree? You trying to say something?” Taehyung didn’t let the earlier insult go, eyebrows quirked as he retorted.
“Dude, Y/N has always been out of your league.” Yoongi added.
“And honestly, now she’s even more out of your league.” Seokjin joined the teasing and it erupted another bout of cackling from the group, you only left to shyly scrunch your nose and giggle.
“Okay, okay, let’s move from standing here, yeah? There’s a party and 6 years worth of catching up to do!” Jimin chimed, chastising everyone huddled by the corridor and allowing you and Taehyung to settle into the home.
Jimin was still the meticulous perfectionist you knew back then, his home adorably charmed with Christmas decorations that made his place feel incredibly warm. His pretty Christmas tree in the corner with some gifts wrapped underneath, his fireplace adorned with pretty stockings, even the small trinkets scattered around were reminding your sadly adult-self that it was indeed Christmas, and it’s meant to be jolly.
It automatically created an atmosphere of festivity, and catching sight of the dates each friend brought moving about, it only felt more like the holidays with 14 people occupying the home.
You were marveling with a wide smile at the scene before you, everyone moving back into the house to resume what they were previously doing until you suddenly felt someone’s hands hook onto the neck collar of your jacket from behind. You whirled around in an instant with seeking eyes, viewing the culprit was none other than the only owner of the largest, most slender hands you still found incredibly attractive.
Goddamn you.
“Sorry, I’ll just take your jacket for you.” Taehyung realized he may have startled you.
“Oh!” You exclaimed, hurriedly shredding off the layer not having noticed you were still wearing it. “I could put it away myself though, give me yours.”
You reached for Taehyung’s jacket in his hands, though he immediately jut the jacket further away from you in protest. “No, no. You’re my date, I’m taking it.”
“But Tae-”
“Hey, you’re my present, remember? You deserve it.” Taehyung mimicked you from your exchange at the coffee shop, you ultimately acquiescing as a result.
“Fine.” You rolled your eyes playfully, though a laugh was pulling at you all the same. “What would you be, though?” You asked out of curiosity. “If I’m the present, what are you?”
Taehyung toyed with your question in his thoughts until he chose the perfect answer, lips growing into a smirk as he drew closer to your face a little. “The one who gets to open it up.”
Something shot through you that was alarming, his cocked eyebrow indicative he was being suggestive, and you played it off with a scoff. “It’s not even Christmas morning yet, and I know you’re just the goodest little boy on Earth who’d wait until he can open his presents.” You clasped your hands together, condescendingly feigning innocence.
“Or maybe you just never got to know, Y/N.” Taehyung then suddenly leaned down much closer to your face, inches from you as he looked into your eyes. “I haven’t always been a good boy.”
Taehyung was boring something undistinguishable into you, though the double meaning of his words left apparent heat in the air between you.
And here it fucking was again, those same double entendres Taehyung had always shot your way though you always took it as him simply fooling around, so you always joined in with your own jokes, assuming the same approach now.
“Hmm, we’ll see about that, Good boy. Santa’s watching.” You countered as you patted his chest sarcastically, causing Taehyung to stand to his full height biting his lip.
He stared at you for a moment before walking away, noticing how long his legs were and the unfair curve of his ass, and you suddenly gained a new feature of his to ogle at. He eventually disappeared and you breathed, temporarily forgetting you had a dumb habit of holding your breath whenever he was so close; his piney with a hint of ocean breeze cologne having been left behind, and hitting you like a truck just as much as his all black outfit did.
God fucking dammit.
You decided to ignore your intrusive thoughts and waltz into the party instead, grabbing yourself a drink and eventually making your way towards some of the boys’ pretty dates. It was refreshing to feel the presence of women, thanking the Heavens they were all relatively sweet and amicable.
Conversation always came easy to you, what with being a lawyer who has to be a master with words anyway, so it wasn’t difficult to not only befriend some of the girls, but also reconnect with the boys merrily, Taehyung by your side.
“Y/N, how dare you not contact any of us about coming back?” Hoseok asked, a little upset timbre in his tone.
“Yeah, I’m actually a little hurt you ended up coming with Tae of all people. After all the books I shared with you?” Namjoon feigned disappointment, a hand to his heart in near heartbreak.
“Dude, what’s wrong with her coming with me? Not my fault you gave her boring ass books.” Taehyung defended.
“Tae, you’d steal her history notes for fuck’s sake.” Namjoon countered with narrowed eyes.
“Guys, it’s been years. I just thought it’d been too long, so I didn’t say anything.” You stopped them, sadly remembering the way communication dwindled out the more you all progressed in your life.
“Look, you’re always welcomed, Y/N. You think I’d forget the girl who pulled an all-nighter just to edit my shitty final essay for English? I told you I’d write your name on my damn tombstone when I got an 80.” Seokjin laughed with a glass of eggnog, though supportive in his remark and it made you reminisce.
“I have no clue to this day how you passed English on just Sparknotes. Jungkook hated English more than you and he still managed to actually read 1984.” You chastised him like old times, though now it was a memory that brought a smile to your face.
“Look, I wasn’t interested in knowing the asshole motives of Big Brother and the 3-minute hate speech.” Seokjin defended himself.
“2-minute, and it was still a good book.”
“You’re telling me 60 pages of that dumb manifesto Winston found was good?” Taehyung perked up with crossed arms, quirking his eyebrows at you in incredulousness.
“Oh c’mon, you learn the entire history of the Party and all their bullshit.”
“And you’re still a nerd, I see.” Taehyung ticked his head to the side with his snarky remark.
“Oh shut up, I got a better mark than you on the final essay anyway.” You rolled your eyes.
“Doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re a nerd.” Taehyung countered.
You gave a disapproving, scrutinizing look as you marched your way over to Jimin’s Christmas tree, comically gesturing to the Balsam Fir beside you. “I’m literally your Christmas present under the tree, Taehyung, you have to be nice to me.” You chastised him though it only made the boys looking on crack up.
“Y/N, you’re still hilarious as fuck.” Hoseok was lighting up with laughter, his pretty giggles sounding in a way that honestly made you giggle in the end too, Taehyung only letting up because you were just so you, and it tugged at his heart strings.
“Speaking of Jungkook from earlier, where is he? I just remembered the math notes he owes me his life for.” You perked up, gauging his presence around in the condo.
“He’s over there eating the chocolate chips, yah, Jungkook! Stop it!” Seokjin scolded from across the room where Jimin and Yoongi were bustling about in the kitchen, and you became confused hearing the mention of chocolate chips.
“Chocolate chips? I mean, I’m not complaining, but that’s quite the eccentric choice for party food.” You held up your hands in mock surrender.
“Oh, Taehyung didn’t tell you? It’s for the competition later.” Namjoon informed, though you only furrowed your eyebrows.
“Competition?”
“Yeah, baking competition. Jimin planned a couple’s one for his mistletoe theme. I’m beating all your asses, by the way. I’m a genius at decorating.” Hoseok folded his arms with a self-satisfied expression.
“Please, my girlfriend and I hold weekly bake-offs, watch yourselves, losers.” Seokjin calmed everyone down with his own greatness, you simply becoming beyond excited.
You turned to Taehyung in an instant, expression completely telling of wonder as you inquired with a high-pitched tone. “Tae, you didn’t tell me we were having a baking competition, that’s so cool!” You beamed, elatedly looking towards Jimin and Yoongi preparing ingredients.
“Taehyung’s a cryptic one, remember?” Namjoon joked, trying to stifle a laugh with a hand over his mouth, and Taehyung immediately defended himself.
“Shut up, hyung.” He sounded offended, though the smile tugging at his lips indicated after years of friendship, he’d never actually grow vexed at his admirable friend.
Taehyung then met your eyes, smile growing more apparent, warmer. “I told you it was to see the way your face would light up, didn’t I?” He tilted his head to the side then, eyes playfully studying you as he confirmed his observation. “Yup, your eyes totally still sparkle the same.”
You couldn’t help but fill with another wave of fuzziness, feeling as though Taehyung always knew how to make your insides all giddy, and maybe even thinking what’s so wrong if your feelings really were coming back?
You could only smile sheepishly at him, the rest of the boys knowingly watching the two of you like they have for years, everyone only falling out of the trance of the moment when Jimin’s voice called out from the kitchen.
“Alright Martha Stewarts, who’s starting the ass-kicking?”
“Hyung! That’s not fair, you can’t steal from us!” Jungkook scolded him as you watched the mania in front of you, Seokjin and his girlfriend Sa-Ha vs. Jungkook and his date Mira. It was becoming devastatingly hilarious, both teams only having 1 minute left until their cookies had to be plated in tip-top shape, all scrambling to create the best-looking ones.
“I can and I will, you stole from us first!” Seokjin rebutted him, Jimin raising his voice to signal how much left time was.
“30 seconds you guys, make it count!” And it was another catastrophic seconds until the timer went off, both teams exhausted and complaining all the same about their hard time fueled by Jin and Jungkook’s endless bickering.
It was laughs for the few of you looking on, waiting your turns until Jimin’s date Song-i chose from the hat of pairings, your eyes going wide once she called out your name with Taehyung’s against Hoseok and his date.
“Oh my God, Tae, that’s us!” You grabbed his arm alarmed, seeming nervous and it caused him to look at you.
“Why are you so nervous? We’ll do great.”
You scoffed at him in protest. “Taehyung, you did horrible in home ec, we’re gonna lose!”
“Hey, I’ll make you jump for the ingredients, have some faith, will you?” Taehyung retorted, grabbing you by your hand and dragging you over to one of the two counters Jimin’s grand condo had to offer.
“We’re taking you guys down on decorations, I’m a genius.” Hoseok gloated from his counter, tying his apron as he eyed you.
“I have a curator on my team, Hobi, we’re beating you.” You scrutinized him with an angry pout as he stuck his tongue out, you whirling back around to adjust your apron.
“Okay everyone, aprons on?” Jimin inquired, you having put on yours though watching Taehyung struggle with figuring out the apparently rocket-science contraption.
You sighed with a laugh until you grabbed it from his hands, helping him out. “It’s like this, Tae.” You got on your tippy-toes to situate the apron around his neck as he bent down for you, the contrast of your heights always having made Taehyung a little weak.
He was only left to watch you as you fixed the apron onto him, finding himself not even watching anymore, but straight up gazing, admiring.
Admiring the way your eyes were always in a state of perpetual sparkle, your small lips he never forgot the amount of times he contemplated kissing, your dress revealing your collarbones and chest that beckoned for him to just tear it off, all weakening him even more so.
What made him even weaker, however, was noting the way you’ve matured into a woman after 6 years.
A very beautiful, attractive woman.
Your body had always been art to him, but now you were polished into a masterpiece he desired to adore, run his hands all over. Your face structure was more evened out, hair set to fall elegantly upon your shoulders and neck so utterly inviting it all added a sense of sexy maturity to you.
It was distracting, Taehyung venturing off on the thought you were a woman now, not the innocent, sweet nerd he once knew, and it constantly began to rack his brain when he felt something course through his veins about it.
Because you used to be so painfully innocent, so naturally a girl next door he couldn’t help but want to taint sometimes, to ruin and unravel for his own. He could even feel it with every time your smaller hands touched his body as you worked the apron guilelessly, wanting to snatch up your wrists instead and do unspeakable things, especially with that fucking dress on his mind.
What made it all worse is that Taehyung could tell you only acted guileless, and never actually were. You also made your own suggestive comments, always caught his drift and he could tell you weren’t the innocent little thing you appeared to be.
Taehyung was so completely lost he heard you suddenly calling his name.
“Taehyung, are you listening?”
He blinked. “Huh?”
“You have to listen to what I say, okay? Just follow my instructions and we’ll win against them.” You made little fists in the air to encourage him, Taehyung mimicking the action.
“Y-yeah. I will, let’s do this.” You turned around after smiling sweetly, fixing some of the utensils on the counter and completely unsuspecting of Taehyung’s thoughts.
That even after 6 years apart, after thinking he’d successfully forgotten about you, there was still something that pulled at his heart every time he saw you smile, every time you were ever near him.
And he came to the conclusion maybe his feelings really haven’t changed from 6 years ago.
“Taehyung, can you pass me the butter, please?” You asked urgently, whisking away at your bowl of almost-there cookie dough with Taehyung hovering around you as he watched.
“Got it.” He returned with some of the butter, you struggling to scoop some of it until Taehyung reached out for the block. “Here, let me do it and you whisk.”
“No, you’ll end up putting in too much. Let me do it.” You nudged him with your elbow, picking at the butter.
“But you’re already whisking, just let me take it out.” Taehyung protested as he reached, though you blocked him right away.
“No, Tae, remember we decided I’m on baking and you’re on decorating?”
“Your job is way harder than mine and I’m useless right now, let me at least whisk.” Taehyung grabbed for the bowl until you snatched it away from him, already done with scooping the butter when the action caused some of the flour to fly up on your dress, gasping scandalously.
“Taehyung!” You whined, Taehyung scrambling for a quick apology.
“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean-” Taehyung almost completed until a splash of flour went hurtling onto his shirt, causing him to look down with his mouth agape. “You did not just throw flour on my black turtleneck.”
“You got flour on my black dress first, you tree.” Your eyebrows were set hard as you scolded him, still loosely whisking away at the cookie dough.
“It was by accident, you half-pint.” Taehyung rebutted, trying to bat the flour off himself.
“Then mine was an accident too.” You mocked him, unsuspectingly whisking again when flour suddenly hit your chest, offended to find Taehyung snickering with it all over his hand.
“That was an accident, too.”
“You’re so...” You huffed out as you placed the bowl down and grabbed your own handful of flour, just about to throw it on Taehyung when is large palms came up to snatch your wrists, forcing your arms back as he snickered.
“Taehyung, this is unfair!” You complained, struggling against his hold.
“It’s an accident.” Taehyung mimicked with a genuine laugh watching you scramble in his hold, until the smile wiped off his face shortly after when you simply released the flour from your palm and it spilled all over his turtleneck.
Your cheeks puffed up trying to contain your laughter, Jimin’s own giggling fit sounding and you remembered he was monitoring the competition. “Taehyung, you dumbass, you had that shit coming.” He held his stomach, entire body laughing at his best friend.
You were giggling along with Jimin until Taehyung had had enough, licking his lips with mischief.
“That’s it, come here.” He then spun you around and engulfed you with his arms from behind, holding you snug to his chest as you tried to escape him alarmingly, knowing what Taehyung was going to do next.
“Taehyung please, wait, I beg of you, don’t!” And it was already too late when you felt his long fingers begin to tickle at your sides, your incessant protests melding with giggles along with his beautiful laughter filling the kitchen.
You continued to fight against his hold, the constant feather-like touches making you reel and breath leave your lungs. “Taehyung, stop! Oh my God,” you struggled through a laugh while he nuzzled his face into your hair. “I’ll die, Taehyung, please!”
“Nope, this is what you get.” Taehyung continued his onslaught as he held you tighter, you beginning to acquiesce in order to reason with him.
“Okay, okay, look. We’re running out of time!” You tried controlling your laughter, tears pricking at your eyes as you tried to calm down. “We have to beat Hobi and Ah-yeong or else we’ll lose!”
His amused voice sounded near your ear, still reprimanding you. “I’ll only stop if you say sorry.”
“Alright, I’m sorry!” You were grabbing at his wrists for release. “I didn’t mean it, just stop tickling me!” You protested with a giggle until you felt his fingers rest, rather exchanging it for simply encasing you.
“Good girl, you’re getting on Santa’s nice list.” Taehyung joked.
You could only sigh as you resupplied oxygen to your lungs, moving towards the bowl. “Okay, let’s get back to work before we lose.” You puffed out air, breaths levelling as you returned to the counter and grabbed the whisk and bowl, only to find Taehyung hadn’t retracted his arms yet.
He instead remained behind you, reaching for the utensils in your hands, his large ones grasping them along with you and the contrast of his broad body enclosing your smaller one made you feel something in your core.
Your eyes widened in surprised when his head unexpectedly found your shoulder, resting his chin there as he peered down at the bowl before you, you sputtering. “Taehyung, w-what are you doing?”
“Helping you, is there a problem?” The deep cadence of his voice was just by your ear, dangerous for your health.
“N-no. But it’s okay, I’m fine on my own-”
“Nope, this is the least I can do for you..” Taehyung’s tone seemed to trail off suddenly, having calmed down from his laughter and you found him speaking in earnest. “You’re my Christmas present I dragged all the way here with me, remember?”
You could only smile sympathetically as you looked to your side, eyes welcomed by his gorgeous side profile on full display just centimeters from you. It made you realize just how close he was, his warmth engulfing you and it caused little sparks to fly inside your chest.
“It’s not so bad, Taehyung. You’re just a good boy who needed his little Christmas present.” You teased light-heartedly, proud of your remark until Taehyung suddenly turned towards your ear, ghosting the shell of it with an unexpectedly darker tone, low and down right gruff.
“I’m not always a good boy.” He stated it simply, though the hot baritone in his words oddly left your spine cold, freezing over even more when Taehyung then wrapped his arms entirely around your torso, pulling your back to his chest. He did it so tightly you could suddenly feel your ass pressed to his covered length, oddly contradicting how couple-like you two probably appeared and it was goddamn intoxicating.
You panicked at first but eventually basked in his hold, mustering the courage to speak with a suggestive tone. “I’m not always a good girl, either.”
You threw it out there, cheeks slightly heating adding your own double entendre, though the way Taehyung suddenly tensed for a second had you feeling more confident, the puff of air he sucked in apparent.
The conversation only ended with a satisfied hum from Taehyung as he watched you bake, a nice rumble that reverberated from his chest and into your back, feeling an odd arousal spike all the way down to your toes.
It was already lethal with his pretty hands holding around your waist, the closeness an added thrill. It made your chest fill with something riveting, almost anticipatory of what all of this meant between you two, excited for wherever this night would truly go.
It wasn’t long before it came time for Taehyung to plate and decorate the cookies, carefully placing his little embellishments he swore were the cream of the crop as you bickered with him, your incessant teasing resulting in you hugging him from behind while he worked.
And Taehyung knew he was doomed the second he felt your very obvious chest press into his back, his nerves pumping carnally as he then felt a side of him he’s always hid from you escape its reigns.
It was damn transparent Seokjin and his girlfriend would win, their exquisite baking and cooking skills having created masterpieces everyone dug into happily. It’d won them the choice of what movie everyone would watch tonight along with a dinner that the losers, surprisingly not you and Taehyung, but Namjoon and his date would have to pay for.
Everyone was now seeking comfortable positions for the movie around the TV while you were last minute cleaning with Jimin in the kitchen, offering your help after the mess you and Taehyung made with your little flour mishap.
Taehyung had properly gotten rid of the flour on his sweater, now lounging on an armchair in the living room with his phone in hand. You felt yourself glancing towards him more than you should’ve, reprimanding yourself each time though found yourself doing it nonetheless.
It was just hard to keep your eyes off him when Taehyung was the epitome of a Greek God, questioning how such a being is allowed to walk among us commoners. His chiseled jawline was far too handsome for his own good, his neck sculpted so perfectly it left you you wondering what it would feel like to mark him up all over, and the way his long legs were manspreading before him was so inviting the sight alone made you figuratively drool.
And fall even harder.
You didn’t realize you were ogling until Jimin’s hushed voice pulled you out of your reverie. “You’re staring.”
You blinked. “What?”
Jimin chuckled as he continued to wipe the counter one last time. “It’s been 6 years, why don’t you just say something?”
“There’s nothing to say, Jimin.” You tried brushing him off, though Jimin didn’t buy it.
“My ass, Y/N. You really think after what happened in the kitchen there’s nothing between you two?”
“I don’t know, it’s just how Taehyung is.” You concocted an excuse, deflating as you did so.
Jimin shook his head in disapproval. “It’s been like this since high school, Y/N, why didn’t you just tell Taehyung how you felt?”
You looked at him in earnestly before softening into a sigh, knowing Jimin was really the only person you ever spilled your feelings for his best friend to.
“Because I was scared, Jimin. You know how hard it was for me to even admit it to you.” You answered with a quiet voice, scrapping the flour you threw at Taehyung into the garbage.
“But Y/N, you two... the way you are. What were you so afraid of?” Jimin’s sweet, pacifying voice asked, clearly having been rooting for you both ever since you fessed up.
“Rejection, Mimi. Even if we’re like that...” You trailed, thinking over your relationship with Taehyung. “What if it’s all only a joke on his end? Taehyung has always been naturally flirty.. and we’re friends. I don’t think I’m any different than a conquest.”
Jimin understood your point, though made it his own to advise you otherwise, washing out the cloth in the sink. “Y/N, that’s only what you believe.” His eyes told you of genuine support, offering like the comfort fairy he’s always been. “Just because you believe something, doesn’t make it true.”
And that damn well hit home for you, realizing that maybe you’ve really been in your head too much about this, overthinking by creating doubts and excuses in your head to subdue your fear of confessing to Taehyung, to avoid the hurt of rejection but possibly missing an entire opportunity.
“You should tell him, Y/N. It’s been long enough, you’ll never know how he feels if you don’t try.”
You became apprehensive. “But how do you know if he’ll feel the same way?” Jimin could only chuckle to himself, his smile radiant as he found you the most innocent, yet funnily oblivious thing on Earth.
“Look at the way he acts around you, Y/N.” Jimin advised. “He’s my best friend, and I’ve never seen him like that with anyone except you. Conquests are conquests, but you’re you, and that’s different to him.”
Your mind instantly went into a frenzy, thinking well fuck, Jimin is Taehyung’s best friend, and he’s telling you that all this time Taehyung has never really enacted the same behaviour and energy with anyone expect you? This whole time? What does he mean you’re different? You’re.. different to him? Aren’t you just his female friend he’s known since ninth grade, and so surely there’s nothing but the added value of history there, right?
Right?
You were only left to digest Jimin’s words as you placed the dustpan back to its original spot, Jimin finishing up with the sink. The conversation ended there, Jimin guiding you back to the living room and nestling himself next to his date. You were distracted with Jimin’s suggestions until you walked into the space and realized there was nowhere for you to sit, the couples perfectly paired up and occupying all the available space.
Your entrance is what made Taehyung snap his vision to you from his phone, watching your confused face contemplating where to sit until he whispered to you, motioning towards himself on the armchair furthest from the screen and tucked behind the other couches. “Y/N, come here.”
You studied his placement, on a singular armchair with his lap very much open. You shivered at the sight, though protested in a hushed tone realizing the chair could really only fit him. “There’s nowhere for me to sit.”
Taehyung then spread his legs a little further apart and tapped his thigh, revealing some space for you to sit.. on him. “You can sit here.”
You were glad the lights were turned off, just so Taehyung didn’t have to see the blush that rose to your cheeks when you answered. “Um, o-okay.”
You then ambled over to him in front of the rather comfy looking armchair, thanking God everyone was too distracted bickering over Seokjin’s movie choice to pay attention to you both.
“Are you.. sure about this?” You managed to get out, mind going feral over the fact that one of your previous thoughts was actually manifesting itself, nearly chickening out.
“Mhm, just sit on me.” Taehyung offered casually, his expression unreadable and ultimately making you doubt Jimin’s advice from before, realizing that Taehyung has always been a hard person to read, which is why you could never tell how he felt about you, shutting your trap about damn love confessions.
You didn’t respond and rather tentatively made it to the take your seat, the seat that was Taehyung’s fucking lap. You placed your ass on his thigh with your legs thrown over him, angling yourself so that the temple of your head rested against his shoulder.
Though it proved to be lethal in seconds, his cologne now completely flooding your nostrils and the thin skirt of your dress leaving much of your clothed core feeling the muscle of his thigh.
You felt Taehyung tense underneath for a second as you adjusted the skirt of your dress over your own thighs, smoothing it over properly as your hands then clasped in your own lap.
Taehyung was glad you didn’t have the ability to read his mind, because the second he realized everyone was naturally pairing up to cuddle with their dates, it would only mean you two would have to do the same. So when you paddled over, standing before him in that cute dress he’s been wanting to tear off you this entire party, he was more than thrilled to offer his lap as your seat.
But when you actually sat on him, your ass and hints of your core against his thigh with your tempting legs draped over him, he was continuously beginning to think dangerously, salaciously.
He tried to keep his breathing leveled, though the second he felt you adjust against him and your covered center press onto him, he knew he would never survive whatever fucking movie everyone eventually settled on.
When it finally began to play, Taehyung snaked his arms around your waist and held you to him, feeling your breath hitch for the tiniest second before you relaxed.
And it damn well thrilled him.
The movie was beginning to progress now, Taehyung and yourself in the same comfortable position until you yawned and snuggled more into him, a hand coming up to drape across his chest and head finding shelter closer into his neck.
Taehyung tensed again, feeling every breath you took with the weight of your smaller body on top of him, mind racing with thoughts he couldn’t keep quiet anymore.
And especially when you shifted your ass a little against his leg, he twitched with something so much more carnal, blood pumping somewhere it shouldn’t and this time, Taehyung didn’t really feel like holding back anymore.
His hands suddenly faltered, his palms coming to singularly rest against one of your thighs, clasping it slightly. He knew there was nothing but your leg with only pantyhose as a barrier for your skin, sending currents through his veins thinking you could definitely feel his every touch.
You nearly jolted when Taehyung’s hands met the meat of your thigh, the placement shooting more arousal through you than it should’ve.
You were calm until Taehyung suddenly inched his hand towards the inner part of your thigh, making your core clench and hand clutch his sweater to contain the electricity it sent.
You’ve always had such dirty thoughts about what Taehyung’s hands could do, the slenderness and length of his fingers always revving your imagination. So to have his fingers just on the inside of your thigh, sitting in his lap as he seemed to be teasing, was enough to send your brain spiraling.
Your scandalous thoughts made you shift against him to experimentally feel the friction, your core grinding against his thigh for a moment and Taehyung’s breath immediately hitched. His grip on you tightened and his hold tensed, had you suppressing the feeling of making a sound.
He slid more inward, closer to the prize he was seeking and you could only hide your face into the junction of his neck at the way your pussy felt butterflies. It made you squish your thighs together to feel something, and God fuck, was the tension between you two so searing you could feel it radiating off Taehyung’s body.
It’s what made whispering slowly against him flow easily, quiet so as not to alarm anyone in the living room.
“I thought you were a good boy, Tae. What are you doing?” Your voice was sultrier than you planned, and it wasn’t chastising him at all, rather teasing for something more.
You could only feel the rise and fall of Taehyung’s chest underneath you as he contained himself, the cuddling leaving you to feel his every micro-movement when he responded.
“I thought you were a good girl, what are you doing?” Taehyung’s voice was low and deep, the vibration coursing through your body and it only invited you to become hornier.
“Guess I’m not a good girl after all.”
Taehyung made a sound as though scoffing, dangerous in its tone.
“Guess I’m not a good boy, either.” And just after, Taehyung inched his fingers even closer to your clothed core, making the slightest of contact on your slit through the material of your dress and you practically twitched in his hold, sucking in a breath as you clasped onto the fabric of his shirt.
“You have no idea..” Taehyung suddenly spoke up, voice laden with something hungry, hot. “what I’ve always thought about doing to you.”
You could only jolt in his lap, more of his cologne meeting your nose and it caused you to suppress a sound by stuffing your face into his neck. “What.. have you thought about?”
Taehyung then suddenly cupped your sex over your clothes, making you grapple onto his neck and bite back a moan so hard you had to breathe through your nose.
“How I want to ruin you.” Taehyung’s low baritone and rough palm rubbing teasingly against your now aching pussy left you gushing, arousal racking the bottom of your stomach you were almost afraid of how easy it was for him.
Your breath was shallower now, trying to compose yourself by egging him on. “You’d want to ruin an innocent girl like me?”
“I know you’re not innocent, princess.” Taehyung asserted with the slightest growl to his tone, thankful your seat was positioned behind the rest of the others so nobody could see what was going on.
“Only when it comes to you.” Your seductive voice beckoned lust to course through Taehyung, breathing out hot air. “What else?” You suddenly croaked out.
Taehyung hummed lowly into your ear, his palm smoothing over your cunt in ways that had you screwing your eyes shut. “How I want to make you beg.” He purposefully pressed harder against your clit, had you scratching into the column of his throat. “Make you scream my name.”
You gushed your arousal even more, breathless with your words. “I bet you say that to everyone.”
Taehyung chuckled dismissively, dipping his head lower to whisper darkly into your ear.
“I only say that to pretty little things I want to ruin, and you’re the prettiest little thing I know.”
Your breath came out in a weighty puff, sighing satisfyingly against him as you snaked your hand from his neck down to the hardening length in his pants. You grazed your palm over his clothes and he twitched almost violently, biting back his hiss with a strong grip against your thigh with his free hand. You grew proud, speaking up when it boosted your ego.
“I’d love to see you try.”
And that was when the pads of Taehyung’s fingers pressed into your clothed cunt so euphorically you were seconds from letting out a moan, Taehyung cupping his palm over your mouth to silence you.
“Shh.” Taehyung sounded by your ear. “Can’t let everyone hear my girl, now can I?” He hushed you huskily, leaving you to sigh your arousal into his large palm and eternally grateful the movie’s volume was loud enough to mask your talking.
Taehyung then began the slowest circular ministrations on your clit, shooting continuous pleasure through your body as you clutched your hand onto his wrist holding your mouth, urgently trying to suppress moans he was easily milking out of you.
It felt like sparks, continuous sparks in your covered pussy as Taehyung rubbed against your folds, gliding down to your slit and teasing your throbbing hole.
The mere prospect of his fingers shoving inside you made you wet beyond comprehension, only digging little crescents into his forearm with muted moans. It was sickening how easily he had you turned on, how easily you were getting riled up by just his fingers, and so you mustered the strength to lightly stroke his cock over his pants as revenge.
Taehyung then put pressure against your clenching hole as punishment, shoving your face into his neck when he teased your entrance and squishing his hand between your thighs with his other urging them open.
“Look at you,” Taehyung growled. “all fucked out just by my fingers.” He whispered darkly into your ear, the vibration of his baritone voice once again sending you into overdrive. “They’re not even inside you yet.”
The ‘yet’ had you restless, body grinding against him and this time it was Taehyung trying suppress a satisfied groan.
“If my fingers have you like this, imagine my-”
“Oh c’mon! That’s not even realistic!” Seokjin suddenly shouted at the screen, startling you and Taehyung.
“Jin, calm down. It’s just a feel-good Christmas movie.” Yoongi cautioned him.
“How the fuck does the kid just free the burglar from the cop car? It’s damn common sense.” Seokjin complained about the scene from Christmas with the Kranks, having been unsatisfied with the movie since the beginning.
“Baby, why’d you choose this movie?” He whined to his girlfriend Sa-Ha, her feigning innocence as she defended herself.
“It’s almost over, Jinnie. Just sitand watch.”
And that’s when Taehyung ripped his hands off you, leaving you to breathe out ruggedly for a few seconds before your vision looked up at Taehyung’s, mutually shocked at what the fuck just happened.
You’ve never done something like that before, and as your scared sights looked back at each other, you could only think you were both under some sort of horney trance that swept you two into uncharted waters.
It made you divert your eyes from Taehyung immediately, your mind going blank.
Taehyung was left hard and extremely turned on, though began dissipating once he couldn’t fathom he went that far with you so quickly, his brain having been clouded by lust he should’ve kept in check.
And with the way you looked at him, panicked and snapping your vision away in an instant, he doesn’t know if he just made a grave mistake.
You both became shameful, swallowing dryly as your attentions fixated back onto the screen, thinking about what just transpired.
There was this incessant feeling in both your chests contemplating there was something more, clearly more between you two.
And it was downright fearful.
“Yah, why are you guys leaving so early? C’mon! There’s still half the eggnog left.” Seokjin pouted from across the room, sadly chugging his drink as the others hummed in agreeance.
“Yeah, c’mon guys. It’s the holidays, let’s all spend it together, sleep over for the fuck of it!” Hoseok chimed in what you could tell was an inebriated state, practically swaying as he talked and the lilt in his tone ever-so cheery.
“Um, excuse me? Sleep over? Nobody’s doing that.” Jimin shoot him down from where he stood near you and Taehyung, scolding his friends with crossed arms. “If they want to leave they’re allowed, we already made Y/N abandon her Christmas for us.”
“It’s alright, Jimin. I missed you guys too, I wanted to come.” You offered sentimentally, hand touching his elbow to let him up and he eased.
“Since you’re officially back in town, we’re never leaving you alone again, Y/N!” Namjoon called out from the living room, engrossed in whatever was playing on the TV.
“Yup, seriously not going to leave you alone.” Yoongi hummed with half-lidded eyes, near falling asleep on the couch.
“I still owe you for those math notes, expect me becoming your Genie for a day!” Jungkook called out from the kitchen, most likely munching on the treats everyone crafted during the competition earlier.
“Of course, I’ll see you guys! Merry Christmas!”
“Merry Christmas!” Everyone cheered, their dates similarly adding on.
You then brought your attention back to Jimin, seeing you and Taehyung out as the wonderful host of today’s party. “Thank you for the party, Jimin, it was amazing.”
“Yeah.” Taehyung perked up next to you, apologetic he was so negligent of the party in the first place. “It was seriously fun, Jimin, I’m sorry I acted like it wasn’t a big deal before.”
“Nah, don’t sweat it.” Jimin casually waved him off. “Dude, you could text me a Merry Christmas and I’d be alright, you know us.” Jimin smiled reassuringly, right on your toes when Taehyung and yourself stepped into his front foyer.
You were both fixing on your shoes just before Jimin’s door when he spoke up again. “It was great having you guys, and even better having you, Y/N, come here.” Jimin held out his arms for a warm hug, you returning it merrily. “You’re always welcomed here with us, visit anytime you want.”
“Thanks, Jimin, it really means a lot.” Your grateful eyes found his once you disconnected.
“We’ll get going now, thank you again, Jimin.” Taehyung for some odd reason placed an arm around your shoulder, pulling you two a little closer and you simply accepted the action, trying not to read into it.
“Of course.” Jimin replied. “Though one last thing, you remember the theme of this party, right?” Jimin asked you both, you and Taehyung similarly responded with knitted eyebrows.
“Yeah?”
“Well look up, lovebirds.” Jimin cocked his head upwards towards the ceiling, casually leaning against the corridor of his entrance when you and Taehyung glanced up, innocently viewing the little mistletoe dangling above your heads, eyes reflecting the realization of what Jimin was conveying.
“I’ll leave you two alone.” Jimin added with a purposefully hushed, knowing tone. He was just about turning away until he called out in caution. “Oh, careful driving, by the way. I just heard the snow got bad.” And with that, Jimin left nothing but his sweet cologne in the air when he disappeared.
You and Taehyung shuffled about a little, not exactly daring to exchange gazes when the air became all stuffy.
You were both mutually pondering what the absolute hell to do in this moment. Do you kiss? Do you not kiss? Do you awkwardly try to address what happened earlier after silently agreeing with your dicey body language to never speak of it again? Or hell, do you damn well take Jimin’s advice and just flat out tell him you’ve always had feelings for him?
Wait.
Jimin’s advice.
It came back to you, thinking Jimin was actually extremely wise in what he said. You took to his words into consideration, studying some of the little things Taehyung did around you, from the things he uttered all the way down to the simple way he even looked at you, contemplating something, just something had to be there.
But then maybe, just maybe you could also chalk it up to his naturally flirtatious behaviour you’ve always observed, always habitually affectionate with people and that’s what’s always made him so easily lovable in the first place, what made Taehyung a boy who was born to be loved.
And he was tricky, his expressions and feelings always indistinguishable with the composed, nuanced way he carried himself especially now, convincing you reading him was a lost cause.
Though as you glanced at Taehyung right now, visibly nervous, his usually schooled face and unreadable expression now indicating nerves, awkwardness you two have never really experienced between each other before, you decided maybe you should stop making excuses.
Stop avoiding signs and doubting his every move and burying your feelings so deep underground, that maybe you should just fucking take your leap of faith already.
So you stepped closer to him, your figure almost laughably smaller compared to him, and watched as his pretty eyes brightened in surprise at you.
It only took a few seconds, for your lips to curve reassuringly, for your soft hands to cup his face delicately against the edge of his sharp jaw. To get on the tip of your toes and bring your lips to Taehyung’s, pressing a heartfelt kiss to mouth.
A kiss so very soft and tender, it was like teenagers kissing for the very first time, and it made you giggle on the inside, thinking that’s exactly how your entire ordeal has felt like; your two teenage selves trying to navigate whatever feelings lied between you.
Taehyung was shocked, having been silently berating himself for being too bold too quickly and thinking his abandonment of chivalry in that instance was wrong, the air between you having been tainted with a sense of unspoken, though apparent awkwardness for the rest of the party.
But now, now you were kissing him, and for the first time, his insides leaping at just the prospect. It felt like a damn dream, though the press of your mouth against his confirmed it was in fact real, that it was gladly his sweet reality.
That after years of imagining what it would feel like, he’s kissing the girl he’s loved since the second he saw her hair glow in the rays of the sunset, the minute he realized she wasn’t just pretty, but beautiful to him, the hour he’d witness the moonlight kiss her skin when she stayed up with him on sleepless nights, leading all the way up to the year he realized she’d leave him, so soon, so fucking soon it absolutely crushed him.
And Taehyung wouldn’t admit it you, but your departure left his heart ravaged for quite possibly years, continuously overthinking how different things would’ve been if he just told you. Told you how he felt, told you that behind every innuendo, behind every hug, every tease, every stupid smile he flashed your way, that there was love behind it all.
Pure, unadulterated love.
He regretted it for months, for years thinking he’d truly lost the greatest opportunity in his life having let you go without protest, without fighting for you like he should’ve.
It hurt, it hurt until he’d eventually grown accustomed to the ache in his heart whenever he saw that same plaid pattern on anyone else, reminded of the jacket you wore to school everyday. The way he found himself subconsciously comparing nearly every girl he dated to you, how on rainy days and quiet nights, he sometimes wondered where you were, what you were doing, if you were awake at this time of night like he usually was, remembering the way the moonlight always seemed to love you, just like he loved you.
And he still did, Taehyung thought. He still loved you, now feeling your lips kiss him, your adorable height making you tippy-toe, the gentle way you held his face comforting.
Your lips then disconnected, Taehyung seeing your gaze was warm, something so reminiscent of affection, adoration in your eyes, and he thought in that one, singular moment that maybe, just maybe...
You loved him too.
“Fuck, this snow is bad.” Taehyung swore as he gauged any clear path of the road ahead.
“I hate to admit this, but the group was right. It was probably better staying at Jimin’s.” You sighed, worried about the amount of damn white you were seeing blanket the world outside.
“I thought if we left early we could escape it, but shit, mother nature is always so fickle.” He complained.
“It’s her charm, unfortunately.” You shrugged, realizing there was truly no way for you to get home now. “It’s early too, the snow ploughs won’t clear the roads just yet.” There was suddenly a concerned lilt to your tone as you peered ahead, gripping Taehyung’s arm and it grabbed his attention. “It’s getting dangerous too, Tae. I don’t want you driving in this.”
Taehyung was glad he had the gifted ability of hiding his emotions, because right now he would’ve been embarrassingly over the moon. He smiled back to you reassuringly, then contemplated an alternative.
“Would you.. rather come to my place?” Taehyung inquired, biting his lip once he realized he stupidly stuttered.
You blinked. “What?”
“Well, my place is much closer, and it’d be less dangerous driving there. You can just stay until they clear the roads.” Taehyung relayed casually, expectant eyes on you as his hands tapped against the steering wheel.
Your face slowly turned into an appreciative smile, taken aback by his act of kindness, but also felt something exciting tickle the bottom of your stomach.
“Sure, I’d love that.”
Taehyung shut the door of his apartment as you removed your boots, shredding stray snowflakes off his jacket when he spotted similar ones on yours, his hands naturally jutting out to rid the tiny icicles off you.
You turned around at his touch, thanking him and he smiled a welcome back. He’d taken your jacket just like before and tucked them away into his closet, gesturing towards his living room for you to get comfortable.
“Make yourself at home, do you want water or anything?”
“Yeah, actually. Water would be nice.” Taehyung nodded as he made for his kitchen, you tucking the skirt of your dress underneath you as you took your humble seat on his couch.
His home was so painfully Taehyung, it had you smiling like an idiot he was still the same. The same introspective Taehyung who adored art and photography, the same Taehyung who absolutely hated shoes and you could tell just by the way he abandoned them earlier he still had the same habit. Even to the way his house reflected this artistic, calming, and nuanced feeling he similarly had.
It drew you to admire some of the pieces draping his walls, when Taehyung returned with a glass of water, handing it to you as he plopped down on the couch. “Here.”
“Thank you.” You took the glass, gulping down some of the liquid for your parched throat.
“Your apartment is nice.”
“Thanks.”
You then both sat in silence for a short while, tapping the edge of the glass in your hand as you scanned the rest of his charming home. The silence wasn’t awkward considering the past events of today, just a silence in its definition.
“I still can’t believe I ran into you at a coffee shop.” Taehyung suddenly remarked, looking off at his table in front with a smile tugging his lips.
You chuckled. “Why? Too meet-cute for you?”
“No.” He chuckled too. “It’s just, I really thought it was the end when you left after graduation.” Taehyung paused for a poignant moment, air heavy with something as you watched him muster the courage to say something else.
“I thought I’d never see you again.”
He claimed it with such a sense of sadness, sense of longing that reminded you of how upset you also were that day, the rampant emotions that came crashing down realizing you were leaving behind an entire life.
“Me too.” You added with a similarly downcast tone. “I thought I’d never see you again, either.”
Taehyung then looked at you, eyes meeting your gaze. “I’m glad that wasn’t true.” Something lingered behind his words, something incredibly thick and telling, though you deflected it with a joke to lighten the air.
“I’m glad you didn’t delete my PowerPoints, either.” You snickered, hand coming up to cover your mouth, “I used to put a lot of work into them.”
Taehyung scoffed playfully, smiling through a chuckle as he responded. “I didn’t have the heart to. You were so passionate about your hatred for fruit on pizza.”
“I still am.” You added. “Do you really have them?”
“Yeah, I do. Let me show you.” Taehyung then pulled out his phone from his pocket, clicking away on the device as he scooted closer to you and leaned in, you similarly doing so and peering at a Google Drive folder of your wonderfully crafted presentations.
“Oh my God, I thought you were joking.” You snorted, snickering at the hilarious folder name; ‘Y/N says Fuck Hawaiian Pizza: the Saga’
“Nope, couldn’t delete them even if I was dared to.” Taehyung laughed with you, both of your eyes naturally falling as he shut off his phone, the conversation shifting.
“You know, I never actually hated it that much.” You admitted sheepishly. “I just liked annoying you and wasting 5 minutes of your day with every presentation.”
Taehyung looked scandalized at first, mouth falling agape until he ultimately let it go, admitting something of his own. “You know, I never actually needed your history notes. I just liked being annoying about stealing them so you always had to chase me down.” Taehyung’s smile was suddenly impish, shy as he fixated on fiddling with his slender fingers.
“After all that running I always did after you too? Jheez, you’re the reason I have strong calves now.”
“And you’re the reason I’m really good at presentations now.” You both chuckled together, the old days coming back in bouts until your mood changed, remembering Jimin’s advice from earlier.
As you looked at Taehyung, while he didn’t look at you, you could only help but find every reason in the world to listen to Jimin. Because Taehyung was Taehyung, he was the Taehyung that stole your heart with his boxy grin, the Taehyung who made every other man seem like an unappealing idiot you wanted nothing to do with, the same Taehyung who’s heart was made of love, and you wanted nothing but to return to him the love he gifted the world.
Because you loved Taehyung, no matter how much you’ll try to deny it, you still love him. All his smiles and giggles and soft hair and his sometimes coltish, though endearing ways of being himself. All his hard expressions and intimidating eyes and handsome looks and the way he holds a universe of stars in his old soul.
So your next words flowed, flowed more fluently than anything ever has in your life.
“You know,” You paused, eyes faltering to the glass in your hand. “I think, for the majority of high school... I had a crush on you, but I never said anything because I thought you wouldn’t want me.”
And there came the silence, the piercing, God awful silence you were so afraid of and so sure was spelling your doom. You didn’t dare look up from your glass now, downright terrified he was probably pulling the most confused face ever, and his silence was deafening. It had you contemplating the best way to jump out his window, he was only, what, 14 stories up? A human can survive a fall that high, right?
“You wanna know something?” Taehyung suddenly broke the silence, his deep, dulcet voice sounding beautifully in his apartment, and your eyes widened the second he opened his mouth next.
“I think I was in love with you for the majority of high school, but I didn’t say anything because I thought you never felt the same way.” And that’s when everything clicked, when your eyes widened in revelation, when it suddenly felt like the 6 years you spent battling your feelings for him was nothing but a sad joke.
Because this moment, alone, made you realize you two had the same hearts all along.
“You wanna know something?” You swallowed hard, eyes still on your glass as it shifted in your hand mindlessly. “I think... I’m still in love with you.”
You couldn’t see Taehyung, because you didn’t dare look at him at a time like this. You just sat there, breathing as leveled as you could until you felt Taehyung shift on the couch. He’d moved closer, closing the small gap between you both, beckoning you to finally look at him and that’s exactly what you did.
He spoke low, deep and low and it had your toes curling at just how proximal he was, his beautiful eyes gazing at you like you meant the universe and more to him.
And little did you know, you really did.
“I think..” He started, gripping the glass of water from your hands and placing it onto his coffee table. “I’m still in love with you, too.”
And your heart was set ablaze in a matter of seconds, your tentative eyes finding Taehyung’s as he leaned in, large palms on either side of your body as he inched closer, closer, and closer, until all he could see were your lips, jutting his face forward until his lips just brushed yours.
You chased his mouth a little, fluttering your eyes shut and Taehyung couldn’t help but smile before finally, finally pressing his lips to yours.
His mouth kissed you slow at first, slow and steady and it was intoxicating just like this. He constantly chased your lips, mouthing at them sensually and it was driving you insane, just the taste of his lips with a hint of wine on his breath shooting electricity to your core.
His hands moved to your sides, wrapping around your rib cage as he leaned you back onto the couch and laid on top of you. His body covered you as far as you could see, your dainty hands coming up to find his jawline and pull him against your lips fervently.
He slowly grew more passionate, smoothing over your sides as he mouthed for more of you, swallowing the little moans you made that vibrated through his body and it only revved is engine more.
Taehyung was taken, completely taken by how much he wanted you that he could only see you, could only think about all the dirty but soft and tender and passionate things he wanted to do to you.
One of his hands travelled underneath your thigh, pulling your leg up against him as he pressed his hips into your core, his hardening cock prodding you through his clothes once he started a gentle rocking motion.
Your hands travelled up his beautiful neck and tangled into his hair as you reciprocated. A slight tug left him groaning into your mouth, causing you to buck up into him harshly and it sent Taehyung’s mind into a dangerous place.
His breathing elevated against you, gripping your ribs so urgently it only made you pull him closer, arch your chest into his just so you could relish in the feeling. Your heart was thrumming in your chest, veins coursing with adrenaline so white hot it wasn’t long before you were moving desperately with Taehyung and it fueled your horny nerves.
Taehyung suddenly disconnected his mouth from you, breathing so shallow his chest was rising and falling fast. He was only centimeters above as he looked down at you, his eyes boring into yours with such a prominent sense of longing, want, pure desire, it took him no time to speak.
“Do you know how long..” He took a breath. “I’ve wanted to do that?”
“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to do that?” You replied, hands now smoothing over his shoulders to feel him, his body raging hot as he laid on top of you, looking at you like you were the only thing he ever wanted.
“Fuck, we’re so stupid.” Taehyung quickly said before his mouth crashed onto yours. This time there was something carnal in his kiss, something urgent and hot and it only made you pull him closer for more.
His tongue began to lick over your lips, slithering inside your mouth and the taste of him was euphoric, making you tangle your tongue with his just to taste him over and over again, until it was safe to say your tongues were down each other’s throats.
He kissed you sloppily, kissed until he was consuming you, his fingers digging into your thigh and side so fervently you knew there’d be marks, and it made your spine shiver, even more so when he spoke again.
“The minute.. I saw you in that dress..” He breathed out, kissing in between the exhaustion of his lungs. “I wanted to rip it off you.”
You groaned desperately at his confession, wanting Taehyung in ways that were so utterly carnal, almost feral, your entire being wanting to consume every inch of him, lay a million kisses across his honey-coloured skin and hear his caramel voice whisper into your ear, and so it didn’t take long for you to voice your desire.
“Taehyung..” You sighed, a satisfied lilt to your tone and it only lit Taehyung on fire.
“Mm?” He hummed, licking into your mouth on a quest for everything inside, his hips now grinding into your clothed cunt so harshly he was practically dry humping you, and without a second thought you were moving yourself against him too, hands exploring his broad chest.
“Taehyung..” You were more urgent, and it made Taehyung grunt harshly. “Rip it off me, Tae, unwrap me like you said you would.” You started harshly tugging at his offensive shirt, tracing the column of his throat as you relished in his delicious kisses.
And it all made Taehyung move so much harder, so much more roughly you were moaning into his mouth at the press of his hard, long cock against your aching core.
“Ruin me, Taehyung.” You scratched your nails against his neck, swallowing him into your mouth as you talked. “I want you to ruin me.”
“Fuck,” Taehyung swore, his length beginning to prod you so much more apparently as you bucked your hips up into him, it was sending Taehyung down the proverbial hole. And when you let out another gorgeous moan of his name, he knew he was a goner.
“Fuck, I can’t do this anymore.”
Taehyung then harshly grabbed your wrists and forced them against the couch in a single motion, eyes growing dark with heat radiating of his body in waves. He darted to the underside of your jaw and kissed hard, began mouthing at your skin until he travelled to the junction of your neck, sucking over the sensitive skin so rampantly it had you squirming underneath him, desperately trying to feel him against your core.
His pretty purple marks began blooming onto your neck, evidence of his raw desire for you, the years he spent longing for you. His teeth were nipping your skin, tongue licking over the bites as he pressed your wrists further into the couch the more you resisted.
You breath hitched when he moved to the slightly exposed valley of your breasts, making your nipples harden at just the prospect of his mouth travelling there. You began fighting his hold, causing you to arch into him as something dawned on you.
“Taehyung.. your shirt.” You whined, trying to manage the pleasure of his mouth canvasing your skin.
Taehyung left you for a mere second to shred off the annoying piece of clothing, tossing it aside as he returned to you urgently, your legs hooking around his torso as he came back to you.
His mouth was sucking hickeys onto your chest again when his hands began to smooth down your sides, so sensually purposeful until he reached underneath the hem of your dress, hooking onto the waistline of your pantyhose and panties, tugging teasingly.
Your core ignited at just his touch against bare skin, gushing as your hips harshly grinded against his body and your hands smoothed over the lean muscle of his body.
He yanked the pieces of clothing down the curve of your ass, proceeding to pull them past your thighs as you unhooked your legs to help take them off you.
The rush of the cold against your wet pussy lips made your breath hitch beautifully, one of Taehyung’s hands moving your skirt to let his large, warm palm cup your sex so pleasurably the contrast of the size of his hand and your little cunt sent you both ablaze.
“You’re so small, think you can take me, good girl?” Taehyung breathed against your chest. “I’ll fuck up your insides.” His baritone voice was dark and low as he warned you, sent arousal spiking through your nerves as you groaned.
“Fuck up my insides, Tae.” You desperately moaned out, hands finding Taehyung’s hair as he continued to lay searing kisses to your hot skin, his fingers rubbing your dripping folds harshly. “I just.. I need you, Taehyung, so fucking badly.”
“Say it again.” Taehyung hissed, exposing one of your bare breasts from your dress and pressing his tongue against a perched nipple, the wet sensation so satisfying you were scratching his shoulder blades.
“I-I need you, Taehyung.”
“Need me where?” He growled as he pressed against your clit and circled it, collecting your slick and spreading it all over yourself.
And it was hard, so fucking hard to think straight with your bare, soaking wet pussy was rubbing against Taehyung’s rough fingers and his lips sucking your exposed nipple for dear life, the pleasure burning inside you so hot your voice was coming out in choked moans.
“Need you inside, Taehyung.” You gasped out. “So empty without you, so fucking empty, for so long.”
“God, fuck.” Taehyung groaned proudly, popping off your breast to look at your half-lidded eyes, his own blown out with his hair mussed and lips swollen pink. He returned to your lips again as his hands simultaneously hooked underneath your thighs and suddenly lifted you off the couch, your legs secured around his torso as he walked you into what you assumed was his bedroom.
Your core rubbed against the buckle of Taehyung’s belt as he walked and you gushed oceans, the cool metal providing such delicious friction you were moaning satisfyingly into Taehyung’s mouth, grinding against him for more.
His kiss was fervent even when he splayed you onto his covers, back hitting the bed as you stroked your hands over his beautiful bare chest.
Taehyung suddenly came off you, eyes going wild as he looked down at your panting figure underneath him, then your offensive dress.
“Fuck this thing.” Taehyung nearly ripped it from your body, shredding the pretty fabric off and simply basked in the glory of seeing your naked body for the very first time.
Taehyung’s eyes filled with pure wonder, the moonlight and reflection of white snow falling outside adding a glow to your skin he couldn’t help but marvel at, your curves so beautiful he wanted to run his hands all over, the purple of his marks left on you only making him blossom with more arousal, more passion.
“Holy shit, you’re the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen.” Taehyung’s face was so blown away, you couldn’t help but grow a little shy, bringing him close to you by his neck so you could breathe into his ear.
“Good, I hear you ruin them.”
Taehyung could only smirk, rolling his tongue on the inside of his cheek, cock twitching at just your words. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
Taehyung trailed one hand down your body, momentarily wrapping it around your throat until it was gliding over your nipple and down to your core, lining the lips of your pussy so teasingly you were reeling.
The pads of his fingers smoothed over your pussy lips again, applying pressure to your clit that had you lurching, until he used the opportunity to slide two fingers into your aching hole with ease.
“You’re so fucking wet, dripping all over my fingers.” He growled into your ear as he laid himself on top of you, his free hand holding your face while the other worked your core.
The sharpness of his long, slender fingers were euphoric, causing you to moan loudly. You could see his hard dick pressing against the fabric of his slacks almost painfully, and you jutted your hand out to begin palming him generously.
Taehyung could finally hiss as loud as he wanted, screwing his eyes shut in sheer pleasure.
He began pumping you faster in response, sliding in and out so deliciously you were moaning incessantly against his mouth as he began kissing you again. Your breasts were pressing into Taehyung’s bare chest the more you arched yourself, closing the offensive gap between you both and the skin to skin contact sending you both to cloud nine.
“Taehyung..” You moaned in between kisses, so shameless about your desire for him you only wanted to know his name.
“Taehyung.”
“Fucking hell, that does shit to me.” Taehyung began thrusting harshly into your hole now as punishment, practically finger-fucking you against his bed till it made your walls clamp down on him, trap his slender fingers inside so you could feel every heavenly inch of them.
You became hungry for more, your hand grabbing at Taehyung’s straining cock harder and the strangled groan that left his lips was so fucking beautiful, your insides were screaming.
“Shit, Taehyung,” You moaned out breathlessly. “You’re so hot like this, so fucking hot. Fuck me, fuck me like you said you would. ”
Taehyung’s breaths turned heavy and hungry, his cock aching to be inside you so painfully he was going insane at your every word.
“Fuck. I’m fucking you into next week. I’m fucking you until you only know my name. Fucking you until you know how badly I’ve wanted you, until your legs are shaking and you feel me in your throat.”
“Then do it.” You nearly cried out, hands fumbling with the waistband of Taehyung’s pants. Your pussy was aching so excruciatingly around Taehyung’s fingers your slick was gushing from you, all over him and it only made Taehyung feral thinking about what would happen if it were his dick instead.
“Fucking do it, Taehyung, fuck me until I’m shaking.”
Taehyung flipped his switch and suddenly shoved his fingers so deep inside you, scissoring you completely open it made you lurch up in searing pleasure. His large palm grabbed underneath your head and positioned you upwards, able to angle his fingers so he could smash them inside you so harshly it was pathetic it wasn’t even his dick that had you high, but just his fingers.
“Holy fuck, Taehyung!”
“Cum all over my fingers, pretty. I wanna hear you.” Taehyung growled into your ear, couldn’t help but think about your walls convulsing around his dick and it was euphoric hearing you moan, all fucked out underneath him.
He couldn’t stop finger-fucking you like his life depended on it, wanted to fill you up in so many ways you’d remember him for weeks.
You were almost there, the edge so close. It was racking the bottom of your stomach, had your toes curling and walls pounding so snug around Taehyung’s fingers you could only latch onto the nape of his neck for dear life.
You felt it, felt it so near and had his name leaving your mouth in such an intoxicating mantra you were seconds from letting go. Seconds, milliseconds, just about to release your impending orgasm until Taehyung ripped his fingers out of you.
You gasped scandalously at the loss, body buzzing with your unachieved high it made your exclaim come out in a garbled protest. “Taehyung, what the fuck?!”
You tried getting an answer, but Taehyung’s hungry, half-lidded eyes shut you up immediately, watching him lick his fingers like he was starved, like this was the sweetest honey he’s ever tasted.
“Fuck, you taste as sweet as you look.” Taehyung’s grin was evil, and it made you turned on but pissed he denied your orgasms.
“You’re so-” You attempted to get out, but Taehyung suddenly flipped you onto all fours in a second, your hands and knees anchored onto the bed with only your shocked figure confused.
“T-Taehyung, what are you-” You then sighed at the sudden touch of his tongue meeting your weeping hole in a devilish swipe. It was intoxicating, feeling his wet muscle begin licking into your core and tasting your soaked folds from behind.
“I’m doing what you asked..” His voice was dark and weighty, and that’s when you suddenly felt another sensation of his two fingers returning to your throbbing entrance. Your insides buzzed when he spoke against your core, grittier than he ever has all night. “I’m going to fucking ruin you.”
And his tongue suddenly slithered into your hole when he removed his fingers, licking into your entrance in a harsh rhythm as his palms began grabbing at your ass, kneading the meaty flesh as he straight up devoured your pussy like it was the only thing he’s wanted his entire life.
His tongue was lapping you fervently, so starved your dissipated orgasm was coming back again. You were winded, having never been eaten out like this and you were moaning his name loud enough to get noise complaints filed to the police.
“Taehyung!” You cried out, though he didn’t let up. Instead he brought one of his hands to your pulsing clit, circling and applying so much necessary pressure you were losing your mind, insane off the fact he hadn’t even filled you up with his cock yet and you were pathetic underneath him.
“Fucking God, Taehyung, Tae!” And when he groaned so audibly into your pussy, rutting himself against the bed for friction it sent you flying, soaring into the sky and losing all coherent thought as your orgasm bubbled in your stomach, his husky voice grounding you to Earth.
“Cum for me, baby, now.” And that was all it took to have you lurching over the edge, releasing your pent up orgasm so violently you were nearly screaming, Taehyung’s name the only distinguishable thing rolling off your tongue.
He licked up your juices like they were fresh water, helping you ride out your euphoric orgasm and allowing yourself a moment to rest. You breathed, falling onto the bed in exhaustion, trying to quell the blood pumping in your ears when Taehyung suddenly pulled you back onto your hands and knees, cautioning you darkly when he spoke.
“You thought we were done?” It was evil, he was evil, the way his voice sounded like the epitome of a smirk as you tried catching your breath. Taehyung’s lips then suddenly ghosted the shell of your ear as he wrapped an arm around your torso, pressing his chest to your back as he spoke.
“I haven’t even done anything yet.”
And again, it was the ‘yet’ that had you groaning out in frustration but in the best possible ways. How wasn’t this already enough? How did he have you so fucked out just by the sheer power of his fingers and tongue? It was sickening, he was sickening and you found yourself throwing your ass back on him to urge his cock into you already, to just fuck you open with all he had.
“Taehyung, just-fuck! Fuck me, please.” You were pleading, needing to feel the wreckage of what you could tell was the biggest cock you’ll ever take.
Taehyung had removed his pants and boxers in the moment, freeing his painfully angry cock from it’s confines. You were faltering from your position again when Taehyung suddenly prodded your abused hole with his engorged tip, you shuddering to life harshly.
“Taehyung, just-”
“Beg me.”
You cried out in immediate desperation, his voice so authoritative it was sending you into submission, clutching the covers under you so hard your knuckles were white as you complied. “Taehyung, please, fuck me. I need you, please.”
Taehyung’s arm was snug around your torso, feeling your every quaking expire in his hold and it was turning him on so agonizingly this was painful even for himself, but the way your sweet voice begged him was absolutely exhilarating.
“More.”
“Taehyung, if you don’t fucking-!” You were cut off by the sharp impalement of Taehyung’s cock in a single breath, knocking all forms of wind out of you. The head alone was so large you went hurtling into the mattress, almost losing your shaking arms’ support until Taehyung pulled you back up for him, snaking his one hand that was previously around his cock to your breast while the other gripped at your hip.
He was slowly sinking in, feeling your walls flutter open for him and the satisfied moan that left his mouth was evidence of how much this was affecting him.
“Fuck...” Taehyung dragged out completely content, digging into your hip to watch you arch your back for him, on his knees as he filled you up from behind. “You’re so fucking tight and wet, holy shit.”
You were struggling for air, oxygen leaving your lungs trying to accommodate for his monstrous size. It was unfair, so unfair he was so big and it had you praising him immediately, so full and stuffed it was the most pleasurable thing you’ve experienced all your life.
“You’re so big, oh my God, Taehyung, so big.” One of your hands shot towards his holding you by your hip, interlacing your fingers together against your skin just to ground yourself, to manage the sharp pierce of his length until it simmered into a pleasurable burn.
He bottomed out into your cervix and you both grunted loud, Taehyung containing himself just so he could feel your velvet walls palpitate around his throbbing dick. “Do you feel how hard I am, Y/N? Do you fucking feel it?”
“Yes, God fuck! Tae, yes..” You sighed out, eyes watering at just how much pleasure was already raking your abdomen again.
“That’s what you do to me, you barely touched me and this is how hard I am. How fucking badly I want you, how much I’ve always wanted you, wanted you since day one.” Taehyung’s voice was sincere and desperate, seemingly trying to counter your confession of your feelings from earlier.
“Show me, Taehyung.” You moaned, hands gripping his more affectionately, more desperately as you weakly held yourself up by the other. “Fuck me and show me how much you want me.”
Taehyung grunted out harshly, pulling his cock out of you until he thrusted back in. The first thrust had you keening, sending you into the mattress only to have Taehyung pull you back up once again. Then the second came, your walls greedily soaking him into you and it felt perfect, like two puzzle pieces meant to connect with each other.
Then came the third, the fourth, the fifth, all the way until Taehyung was pounding into you from behind with a drag so delicious you were moaning out more than you ever have in your entire life.
And it was sickening, utterly sickening the way his dick began fucking you into the mattress so roughly, angling your body in ways for his cock to pump into all the right places with the right amount of pressure. He watched himself disappear into your little cunt repeatedly, holding your hip up to encourage you to arch so low your ass was snug against his pelvis, and couldn’t think of anything more fucking perfect.
“You take me so well, so fucking well.” Taehyung praised, leaning over to aimlessly lay wet kisses up your spine like the demon he was, shoving himself into you over and over and over again with your walls convulsing around him.
You were trapping him inside you so tight he could spill into you in seconds, though held back determined he was making you cum again.
“So full, Taehyung, so deep.. all I feel is you.” The statement left you with a desperate sigh, your head hanging low until Taehyung’s hand kneading your breast suddenly wrapped around your throat, causing you to gasp at the arousing feeling. He pulled your head upwards, the junction between his long index finger and thumb forcing you to look forward, and you were utterly breathless at the scene.
His lips were near your ear in seconds, speaking like the devil incarnate as he was bent over you. “Look at us, look at yourself, so fucking pretty, so perfect.” You could suddenly see the reflection of Taehyung fucking into you from behind in his window, not even knowing tears had streamed down your face as his hand beautifully encased your throat, causing every nerve in your body to alight with fire.
“Look at the way I fuck you, how much I love you.” Taehyung’s carnal eyes looked at you through the reflection of the window, heart twinging at the sight of you crying but knowing he’s making you feel good, continuing his onslaught of drilling your battered pussy.
You moaned at the erotic scene, using every ounce of strength to keep yourself upright, your walls pulsing around Taehyung’s length as he thrusted harder and harder.
“Tae, fuck! I’ve always loved you, I always felt the same way, and I still do-ah!” Your lungs were tapping out when he suddenly shoved himself inside you to the brim, so utterly deep before he was thrusting again harshly, strangling out moans.
Clear sweat was slick between your bodies, his huge, delicious cock incessantly tearing up your insides and all you could do was chant his name in pleasure, in bliss, in your love for him that was burning so bright it was nearly painful.
“Y/N.. fuck. You’re ruining me. You’re so perfect, we’re so fucking perfect.” Taehyung was rambling at this point as his speed reflected his desperation, his immeasurable feelings for you.
He was trying his damn hardest to distract himself from the release aching his balls. He was growing weak himself, feeling you reciprocate his rough thrusts by fucking him back the same way. And the image in the window? Had him reeling, needing to hear the most beautiful sound you’d make when you finally came, and he knew you would, bordering the precipice with the way your walls pulsed around him.
Watching Taehyung fuck you in the window was now downright sinful to you, his harsh thrusts completely blissful and his hand gently squeezing at your throat was so dominant, so hot you were at your limit and ready to come.
But what ended up sending you over, pushing you to release the tightening knot in your stomach was the sweet, tender way Taehyung began kissing your neck.
The contrast between his cock abusing you and his plush lips kissing you so gently, so lovingly, it wasn’t long before you realized his fucking wasn’t just hard or rough, but full of sheer want, desire, love in all the right ways your walls were clenching around him rapidly in seconds.
And when Taehyung angled himself somehow deeper, in that one, perfect spot, you clamped down and finally came so hard you saw stars, knew you’d completely drenched his cock with the loudest release of his name you were glad it was the only word you knew in this moment.
“That’s it, baby. Just like that.” Taehyung breathed out in exhaustion, began soothing your abdomen with one hand and the other letting your head finally hang, grip loosened from around your throat and you could finally allow air back into your lungs.
You were heaving when you spoke up, realizing something. “Inside me.. Taehyung.” You were dreary, utterly gone, but it still didn’t distract you from the blissful feeling of Taehyung’s cock deliciously stuffed and throbbing inside you, trying to coax his rightful release. “Cum inside me, Tae. Please, fill me up.”
Taehyung didn’t need to be told twice when his cock worked a few more rough strokes into your tightened pussy and finally, finally came inside you. It was laced with a satisfied groan of your name, his grip on your side so intense you’d be glad if he left marks, wanting to remember every last bit of this night with Taehyung.
He painted you completely white inside, spilling everything he could offer into you, using what little strength he had left to hold you up while he continued to empty his seed inside. Taehyung then lost all function and allowed you to fall, his broad body resting on top of yours as you both hit the mattress.
Your chests rose and fell shallowly, completely taxed and having lost every ounce of strength. Taehyung’s hot breaths for air were fanning your neck, your arms sprawled out before you as Taehyung’s hands mindlessly interlaced with them against the tousled covers, cock still stuffing you whole.
It was another moment of breathing and regaining oxygen when Taehyung suddenly kissed the side of your neck, giving your hands a small squeeze before you felt him lifting himself, his warmth disappearing and you panicked.
“Where are you going?” Your throat was hoarse from screaming and moaning, a tinge of sadness to your tone as though he was leaving you, and Taehyung couldn’t help but find it endearing.
“It’s okay, I’ll be right back.” He smiled, moving your hair from the side of your face to plant a kiss to your cheek, post-sex haze racking his brain though allowing reality to leak back into his mind.
He then carefully, slowly pulled himself out of you, you whining at the loss of him and Taehyung smiled to himself in contentment, smoothing over your lower back with a palm in gratitude, before stepping towards his bathroom.
He’d pulled his boxers back on and returned with a damp cloth, finding you still flipped and laying on your stomach, having dozed off in exhaustion until you felt Taehyung’s warmth and heard his dulcet voice hazing you awake.
“Y/N, turn over for me.” His voice was hushed and tender, you complying by turning onto your back with his help. He then carefully swept the cloth against your battered core, you wincing a little with sensitivity and Taehyung made sure to clean more gently.
The cloth was thrown back into his bathroom when he turned back to you, an arm thrown over your tear-stained face and the other clutching your body, clearly shivering in the cold now.
Taehyung easily scooped you into his arms and lifted you off the bed, carrying you over to his pillows and delicately placing you upon his duvet, pulling the covers out from underneath you and tucking you into his bed.
You curled up into his blanket, Taehyung searching through his drawers for a stray t-shirt you could wear. He then lifted you into a sitting position, your eyes evidently sleepy and body limp as he pulled the shirt onto you, letting you fall back in place.
Taehyung could only chuckle to himself thinking he did mean to ruin you, but not so harshly you were devoid of consciousness. He placed a little kiss to your forehead in apology, wiping some of the tears off your face before he rounded the bed, crawling in next to you.
His arms reached out to pull your back snug against his chest, feeling the sleep in the back of his eyes take him. He basked in the strawberry scent of your hair, completely gratified until you suddenly turned over towards him.
His eyes shot open, only the top of your head coming into view as you nuzzled into his warm chest, your small self all tucked into Taehyung as he wrapped his arms around you like a safety net, holding you near.
And in that moment, all he could focus on was your light breathing, the sweet sound of your voice as you suddenly spoke in the dark of the night, moonlight glowing upon your entangled bodies.
“I love you, Taehyung.”
He grinned, the kind where he felt relieved, fulfilled, in a state of sheer bliss it was a moment before he replied, his own voice calm as you felt the hum through his chest, his hand tangled in your hair.
“I love you, Y/N.”
The morning sun bled into Taehyung’s room, your eyes fluttering open at a time you had no concept of. You stirred, finding yourself still in Taehyung’s arm, in relatively the same position from last night. You didn’t even feel like moving from his hold, the feeling so utterly fuzzy and comforting.
You basked in the sensation until he began to stir next to you, pretty eyelashes batting as his eyes fluttered open. His sights fell to you, eyes adorably taken by sleep while his soft hair was endearingly mussed by his pillow. You smiled at him warmly as he grinned back.
“Good morning.” you said shyly, nearly hiding underneath his covers.
“Good morning.”
You then flopped onto your back peering up at the ceiling, last night coming back to you in dream-like flashes you were surprised was somehow your reality.
It was just miraculous, utterly unbelievable until Taehyung turning into your side and snuggling his face into your neck was evidence everything was real, that he was real. It wasn’t some remnant of a dream or hallucination, but the real Taehyung as his arm draped over your stomach.
You had to bite your lip to contain your happiness, utter exuberance the universe had somehow finally paired you and him together, and funnily enough, on Christmas of all days.
“What are you thinking about, princess?” Taehyung hummed into your collarbone inquisitively, half asleep as he cuddled you.
You smiled, basking in his comfort. “Merry Christmas, Taehyung.”
Taehyung chuckled against you, arm pulling you closer to him as he kissed your neck. “Merry Christmas, Y/N.”
“Can you believe we met each other again during Christmas? It’s like the perfect Christmas miracle.” You marveled in wonder, tracing your finger along Taehyung’s pretty hand on your stomach.
“I mean, you know what Andy Williams said..” He mused next to you, husky voice laden with sleep. “It’s the most wonderful time of the year.”
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hi!! idk if your requests are open (if they aren’t then just ignore this!) but would you be able to write something about any teams you want seeing their sweet lil manager in a maid costume? like maybe it’s the school festival and the volleyball team gets assigned to be a maid/butler cafe and the boys just lose it when they see manager-chan in her outfit
Oh my gosh. Maid costumes. Yes, just yes. Ladies and gentlemen I have found my new obsession.
Thanks for requesting, anon <3
Inarizaki seeing you in a maid's costume.
So school's almost out... But before that, comes the cherry on top! and something most students totally look forward to— the summer school festival.
this is where each club kinda opens up a booth of their own, and the club with the most visitors win a cash prize (I mean, money does seem like pretty sweet compensation, right?)
Anyways !! The boys are really really determined to win. They need funding for stuff like jerseys and transportation to games (so they're really set on coming up with something good)
“how about a butler café?” you suggest, with a smirk, getting the idea from watching black butler a few days ago.
“we can't all be butlers” drawls Suna, his head in your lap. Apparently, he was super tired after practice and couldn't help but settle down quietly during the discussion.
“I'll just be a maid then” you said with a smile. “So it can be a butler-maid café”
Atsumu nods enthusiastically whilst Osamu is already jotting down some ideas on what to serve. meanwhile, Kita is already assigning everyone with duties
Kita: so y/n will be a maid whilst Atsumu, Suna, and Akagi will be butlers. Osamu will make the food, and I'll help him in the kitchen. Aran will work on the counter handling the money. Is everyone clear?
Everyone else: yes sir
So the days passed with Osamu and Kita perfecting the menu and Atsumu, Suna and Akagi getting your help with their butler costumes.
However, you never showed them yours (preferring to keep it a secret and reveal it on the big day) frankly, the boys had little to no expectations regarding the maid outfit. They weren't aware of how maid outfits were seen as pretty sexy, so the thought of it never crossed their minds.
Finally, the big day arrived and you were busy slipping into your maid costume. It had the right amount of frills and looked really cute on you.
“I don't remember it being this short though” you said uneasily with a small blush as you emerged to find the boys. The skirt was only a few inches down your thigh and rode up a whole lot whenever you sat down.
Finally, you saw the boys in their butler costumes and cleared your throat to alert them of your presence.
The boys:
Atsumu: oh my god... Y-you... Oh fuck. I- y/n you're so... (he can barely string words together, what have you done to him? XD)
Akagi: *passes out with a nosebleed*
Kita and Aran: prominent blushes as they turn away, cheeks red and hearts racing
Osamu and Suna aren't there since they're still pretty busy. You blush and hide your face between your hands. “Ahhh you guys stop staring, I know this looks horrible.”
That snapped them out of their trance as they rushed over to you (with the exception of Akagi), Atsumu gently strokes your cheek. “hey sweetheart, ya don't look horrible, okay? Yer' so beautiful, I'm having a hard time looking at you.”
You smile at him as Aran rubs your had reassuringly. “yeah you're gorgeous, y/n-san” says Kita with a small smile (and HUGE blush).
They're all just so collectively whipped as they further inspect you. I mean they never actually knew how lethal maid outfits could be but this was almost dangerous.
“Hey babe, why don't you go show 'Samu your outfit?” suggests Atsumu with a smirk.
“Oh good idea, Tsum Tsum!” you nod as you make your way to the back of the booth where Osamu and Suna are talking. They don't notice you yet, so you walk a bit closer (as Atsumu and the rest stare from a distance, ready to laugh at the boys' reactions).
Osamu and Suna: ...
Suna: marry me. Right now. You and me are getting married. And I'm going to take you home and we are going to—
Osamu: oh my god shut up! *Blushes and looks at y/n* Suna we need to talk about what she'll eat.
Osamu: I mean I'll eat y/n.
Osamu: *stuttering* I mean what we'll eat. Together. After this event. Oh my god y/n, my love?
Y/n: yes, Samu'?
Osamu: cupcake, please step away, I think my brain is short circuiting.
Atsumu, recording: fucking GOLD. He's so flustered it's almost sad 😭
Suna: y/n I mean it, we're getting married and from here on out, you are mine.
The rest of the boys: screw off <3
Y/n: (◕ᴗ◕✿)
Anyways, the event is a huge success, especially since most of the male students (and a few female ones) have the exact same reaction as our volleyball boys.
Paired with Atsumu, Suna, and Akagi's flair as charming and sexy butlers, it's no surprise you guys win the prize money and sell out everything in the café.
“till next year” whispers Suna wistfully as he watches you walk to the dressing room. “maid y/n you will be missed” he calls out playfully.
“tell me about it” say the rest simultaneously.
Taglist: @dai-tsukki-desu @sunasthing @tilli-san @k-sakusa-old
[a/n] this was queued for soooo long, I realised I had set the date wrong so I just decided to post it now xD
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