#least favorite genre of people are the ones who are like 'but how do you reconcile enjoying this thing with the fact that it's not good đ¤¨'
âĽď¸ The Way I Am âĽď¸
âĽď¸ Pairing âĽď¸ fiance!seonghwa x gn!makeup artist!reader
âĽď¸ Genre âĽď¸ fluff/angst
âĽď¸ Summary âĽď¸ Your fiance's been successfully keeping his love of makeup hidden from you. That is until you come home early from a trip and find him using your things. Your reaction is (of course âĽď¸) the exact opposite of what he feared.
âĽď¸ Word Count âĽď¸ 1.6kish
âĽď¸ Warnings âĽď¸ Hwa does express his worries about being vulnerable with his identity so if that's sensitive to you that's super important to note. Other than that, nothing. Just fluff and reassurance âĽď¸
âĽď¸ A/N âĽď¸ I hope that if you're reading this and you feel nervous about expressing your gender identity out of fear that people won't accept you, you know that you're totally worthy of love and acceptance no matter what. Love you âĽď¸
"'Cause I love you more than I could ever promise and you take me the way I am" - Ingrid Michaelson (The Way I Am)
Seonghwa hopes that you donât notice. A few drops of foundation here. A swipe or two of eyeliner there. Maybe some lipstick or blush if heâs feeling adventurous. He wishes he had the courage to ask you to do this for him. Youâre the most talented makeup artist heâs ever met. Watching you work is like art. How wonderful itâd be to bare the most vulnerable part of himself to you. To be your lover and your canvas. But every time he tries to open up the fear creeps in and the words wonât come out.
So this is the way it isâthe way itâll always have to be. Your weddingâs less than a month away and the thought that he might lose you makes his soul ache. He canât risk losing you. He wonât risk losing you.Â
Tonight heâs raided your makeup supplies for everything necessary to create the soft, romantic look of his dreams. With the warm air of a summer night blowing through the bedroom window and Spotifyâs best Taylor Swift mix blasting in his over-ear headphones, the vibe couldn't be more perfect.
Heâs been like this for at least an hour, seated at your vanity trying to get his foundation to match. You have every shade imaginable but none are what he wants. And mixing them? Wellâ
âFuckâ Seonghwa huffs, staring at his reflection, frustration and two pale layers of foundation painted all over his face. He scans the meticulously organized desk for the makeup wipes and gets to work cleaning it off. It takes everything in him not to throw something but he manages to suppress his violent urges long enough to pick up a brush again.
Thank god he has all night to do this. You wonât be home from your trip until tomorrow afternoon. By then heâll have put everything back in its place and youâll never know a thing. At least thatâs the way things were meant to go but the unexpected glimmer of your reflection lingering by the bedroom door destroys that in an instant.
You thought itâd be sweet to surprise Seonghwa by coming home early. The event you were hired for had been canceled and you always missed each other so much. You figured it only made sense to come back home. You even stopped at his favorite takeout spot on the way from the airport to pick up dinner.
No oneâs ever come close to treating you with as much love and care as Seonghwa has. Everything he does makes you feel warm and fuzzy inside. Just glancing down at the sparkly ring on your finger is enough to make your face light up. Any chance you have to make him feel the same way isnât one youâre willing to pass up.
But, for the first time since you met, his face doesnât light up at the sight of you. It darkens as if the world has ended and you canât help but feel like youâre the one who ended it.Â
âHwaââ you sigh softly, approaching the vanity where he sits nearly catatonic. Tears collect in the corner of his deep brown eyes, his fingers beginning to shake around the makeup brush. âItâs okayâ you promise, gently resting a hand on his shoulder. Seonghwa pulls away from you, tearing the headphones off of his head. His dark hair hangs in his face giving him a safe place to hide from the disappointment he knows is waiting for him if he dares meet your gaze.
Only there isnât any...
This isnât what you expected to come home to but itâs far from a surprise for you. One of the things you always loved about Seonghwa was how comfortable he seemed to be in his own skin. While other guys saw every little thing as a threat to their masculinity, he treated femininity as something beautiful. You canât even count the amount of times youâve wanted to do his makeup. Those eyes. Those lips. That killer bone structure. Heâs perfect for that kind of thing. You wish now more than ever that youâd said something.
âIâm really sorry. I didnâtâIâm justâIâm so sorryâ he mumbles, choking back tears. You outstretch your arms to wrap him in a hug but he slips away again, rushing to the closet to grab his gym bag. âHwa, what are you doing? Can you stop for a second? Please?â you beg, following him around the room as he blindly tosses things into the bag.
Youâve never felt more invisible. Your words fall on deaf ears and each time you reach out to touch him he recoils. Seonghwa grabs his phone from the dresser, snatching free of the grip you have on the sleeve of his shirt. This is his worst nightmare. In the blink of an eye he lost everything, heâs convinced of that. He doesnât know what to say or what to do. All he can think to do is run.Â
âYou canât do this!â you shout, trailing him down the hallway, âYou have to talk to me!â
Seonghwa breathes in, beyond pissed off at the few tears that manage to escape. âI have to leave. I have toâto protect you.â
Hearing the pain in his voice, you nearly trip on your luggage to throw yourself in front of the door. âIs it to protect me? Or to protect yourself?â
That stops him in his tracks, his foot already halfway into a pair of sneakers. Whoâs he running away for really? Itâs a question that only makes the pounding in his head worse. He knows that you love him. You tell him every morning, even when youâre apart, how special he is to you. Youâre begging him to stay but he canât. He canât. Why canât he?
âMove pleaseâ he asks, his hand tight around the doorknob.Â
You fold your arms across your chest, back pressed to the door, âNo.âÂ
âMoveâŚpleaseâ his voice is deeper this time, the request sounding more like a demand.Â
Slipping your hands beneath the curtain of jade hair, you rest them on cheeks that burn hot enough to heat your palms. Your fingers are stained with tears and what makeup remains on his cheeks. âI love you so muchâ you whisper, refusing to let him get away this time, âI need you to look at me.â
You hold your breath in the silence that follows, exhaling only when his mascara smeared eyes meet yours. âI. Love. You. So. Muchâ you say but slower this time, putting emphasis on every word. Your heart breaks for him, for how terrified you can tell heâs been of this happening.
You raise one of your hands to show him the makeup covering it. âI donât care about this, Hwa. I care about you.â The faint smile on your face speaks of comfort, a truly safe place for him to be if he wants it. His hand falls away from the doorknob as he lets the gym bag hit the floor with a thud.
âI wouldâve told you before but IâŚâ he pauses to summon the courage to go on, âI was afraid you wouldnât want me anymore.â You let out a sigh of relief at the sensation of his arms easing around your waist. He holds you so tightly that youâd swear you were the one trying to run away.Â
âOh, my love. I wish you could meet yourself so youâd know how amazing you areâ you sniffle, only now noticing the trickling of your own tears. âI want to be with youâall of youâwhatever that looks like.â
Seonghwa uses his hands to wipe away your tears, leaving them tinted in the light makeup you threw on before your flight. âAnd see, weâre twins nowâ you giggle, desperate to lighten the mood. Seonghwa stares at you longingly, the light gradually reigniting behind his eyes. âI love you tooâ he smiles, his lips brushing yours, âSo much.â
He kisses you in the most innocent way and itâs like your first kiss all over again. Packed with nerves and excitement that melt away the longer you linger here. Itâll take some time to fadeâthe fear of being vulnerableâbut it will fade and youâll be there for it all.Â
âWill you help me fix it?â he asks, nervously fidgeting with the waist of your paints, âYou donât have to but I have a picture on my phone andââ You cover his mouth with your hand before he can say anything more, âOf course Iâll help you. Shower first though?â Seonghwa suddenly becomes hyper aware of the slight mess on his handsâin his hairâon both of your clothes. âIâd really like that.âÂ
Kissing him on the forehead, you push his hair back to get a good look at him, âWeâre doing dreamy summer vibes? Something soft?âÂ
âHowâd you know that?â
âI donât knowâ you shrug, âMaybe Iâm just that good. You were also going super hard on the Taylor Swift so I kinda assumed. Just blasting. I didnât know it was that real for you.âÂ
âShut upâ he laughs, squeezing you so tight you canât breathe.Â
âOkay, okay. Iâm sorry!â you giggle, trying to get away. But he wonât let you. Instead he lays his head on your shoulder, willing to tolerate being a total mess for a bit longer if it means holding you. The way that things have been...it doesnât have to be like that now.
And it never will be again.
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Hola, I'm back for more food. Can I request a poly sbg (again.) with a fem reader who is like Wonyoung from Ive (and she's an undercover singer and they all find out because they searched up her group name because they heard people *cough cough *Barron* talking about her (yummy)
a/n : okay, so i don't know anything about k-pop, but i did some research. so reader is gonna be an undercover idol that doesn't reveal her face. sorry if the characters are a bit ooc, still trying to get used to their personalities! please enjoy.
song : idol (yaosabi)
You like to sing lullabies to the group. As an older sister, you know all of them by heart, and after nightmares people can become a lot like a toddler. The group, including you, lives through nightmares every night, so you found yourself learning more and more calming songs. More and more songs from different genres.
Eventually you wanted to make a cover of your favorite song. So you did, and you posted it to Youtube under a fake name. Over the next few days it came up with hundreds of thousands of views. It made you shocked, to say the least, but your newly-acquired fans demanded more. So you gave more.
After about a month you became one of the most popular âidolsââas your fans called youâin America. Every cover you made got upwards of a million views. It was almost too much to handle.
One day, when you were given some free time in one of your classes, you heard Barron running his mouth again. âDude, did you see? Vibeon.Ai posted yesterday. Best cover yet!
âYouâre into that girlâs bullshit? She doesnât even sound good.â
Tyler leaned towards you, âYo, who are they talking about?â
âAh⌠Vibeon.Ai? Sheâs an idol. Millions of subscribers on Youtube, yâknow? I donât listen to her though, hahaâŚâ You said hurriedly, trying not to sound nervous. What if the group found out about you being an idol? They would treat you differentâask for some of your fame. You didnât want that. You didnât want to be used.
âGuess Iâll have to check her out.â He mumbled.
~
You were scared. You went home and threw yourself on your bed and almost fucking screamed. Tyler? Listening to you cover a song? When heâs definitely heard your voice before? This is a disaster!
Your phone ringed
Tyler Hernandez: âThis Vibeon.Ai person sounds a lot like youâ 4:23pm
Fuck fuck fuck⌠oh my god, were you screwed, or what?
Another ring.
Aiden Clark: âuou made covrrs and didnt tell us?? they sound so gopd!11!1â 4:24pm
Ashlyn Banner: âYou really do. You should make more covers.â 4:24pm
Taylor Hernandez: âhow did you understand aiden just then??â 4:25pm
Ashlyn Banner: âMagic.â 4:25pm
Ben Clark: âYou get used to itâ 4:26pm
Logan Fields: 'Translation??? Please????' 4:26pm
WaitâŚ
They arenât asking for fame? Nothing? Not even money? This is different.
~
âYou guys promise not to tell anyone, right?â You asked, practically begging. You didnât want anyoneâespecially not Barronâto know.
âOf course we wonât!â Taylor said, giving you a reassuring smile, âWe wouldnât betray your trust like that.â
âRight.â Logan said, ââŚSo whenâs your next cover?â
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i'm very picky about tv shows, but my pickiness has only an incidental relationship to whether or not a show is "good". it needs to scratch a particular itch in my brain at the right moment. do i know what the right moment is? no. do i know what the itch is? also no. i can be relied upon to get instantly bored of 85% of tv shows and then turn the remaining 15% into a central facet of my personality for 3-5 business months and even i am incapable of predicting which one it'll be ahead of time.
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You know as a horror fan "cultural Christianity" is such a useful term because as an atheist as well as a horror fan and a fan of haunted house stuff if it's done well I very, very quickly noticed how many horror movies are Christian propaganda. So few horror movies involving religion (which is a shocking amount of them btw) pick any religion that's not Christianity to center itself around and when they do that religion is bad and evil, not the cause of evil and the savior from it (because the demons may be Christian, but God and the bible are also the solutions in a way other religions aren't granted. Bonus points if it's an indigenous religion being portrayed as Evil and Bad).
Pretty much any exceptions I can think of to that rule use Judaism and the Holocaust as a backdrop and never in like a normal, the Holocaust is horrible way it's always playing on myths of Nazi Germany's experimentation on the Jewish population. Which I find highly troubling and disturbing, but regardless nothing like being a horror fan to convince you of cultural Christianity because no other genre leans on religion as a plot device so much unless it's straight up a Christian movie for a Christian audience using Christianity as it's main theme and through line.
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Get to Know Me!
This is just a fun little thing Iâve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!
â¤ď¸ how tall are you?
𧥠what is your sexuality?
đ what is your favorite feature on yourself?
đ where are you from?
𩵠do you have any pets?
đ do you have any siblings?
đ describe yourself in five words or less!
𩷠dream job?
đ¤ favorite hobbies outside of your blog
đ when is your birthday?
đ your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)
đdo you have tattoos and/or piercings
đ can you drive?
âď¸ favorite place youâve traveled
đ¤ have you been to a concert
đľ favorite artists
đ§ last song you listened too
đş last show you watched
đ last thing you wrote
đ something no one would guess about you
đ§ââď¸ scariest thing thatâs happened to you
đĽ craziest thing thatâs ever happened to you
đ favorite food
đ
least favorite food
đ favorite season?
đ favorite genre to read / watch / write
đ if you could make one character real, who would it be
đŤ some place youâd love to visit
đ a word your friends would use to describe you
đ what is your earliest memory
đ what is one talent you wish you had
đ why did you start this blog?
âď¸ when did you start writing fanfic
đď¸ what are your favorite asks to answer
đ how do you come up with the fics you write
đ what is the fic youâre know for
đ what character do you enjoy writing for the most
đď¸ what character do you not enjoy writing for
đ is there a fic you wish you didnât write
â¤ď¸âđĽ what character do you simp for most often
đ§ââď¸ favorite characters of all time
đŞ favorite shows / series of all time
đ a show you would recommend to anyone
đ a show youâd tell people to stay away from
đš favorite kinks to write for
đĽ kinks you would never write for
đ a kink you would like to write but you think youâd be judged
âď¸ full fics, imagines or head canons
âď¸ your favorite fanfic from another writer
A couple of in depth questions!
đ what is something thatâs happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?
âď¸ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?
đŞťwhat is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say youâve successfully overcome?
đş what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important
đ what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?
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H EY could you possibly write a fic where the readers been on some heat the whole day just overall pissed, then thereâs a fight outbreak in Alexandria and everyone crowding around & people calling Daryl so he comes, just to realise itâs his girl and he has to restrain her, pulling her away so she doesnât continue beating the shit out of whoever and sheâs MAD so he has to calm her down and gets her to just talk to him so he can help her. Just a thought yk đ
Sticks and Stones
⧠Pairing : Daryl Dixon x Reader
⧠Era : Season 5
⧠Pronouns : she/her
⧠Genre : Fluff
⧠Word Count : 3k
AN ~ I like this idea a lot! Just the thought of Daryl helping her clean up and take care of her after something like this just makes me melt. ps- Sorry for the inactiveness lately, April has already been such a crazy month for me and I've sadly had little to no time to write. But I'll definitely start getting back on track soon. Hope you enjoy!
The weather was hot, sticky, and humid. Your hair was a frizzy mess, sticking up everywhere as you worked in the miserable weather. You were sweating in places you didnât even think were possible to sweat from. Bottom line was, you were miserable.
The bad mood that was embedded in you only seemed to grow as the day dragged on longer and longer. It was bad enough that your group joined this new community in the first place, having to live with all of these complete strangers after everything you had been through with your family. But what seemed to make it even worse, was this community had some high expectations upon your arrival. The leader, Deanna, made it very clear that she wanted each and every one of you working like dogs in order to do your part just like everyone else.
Meanwhile her sons were sitting in their air conditioned houses without lifting a damn finger.
Though you didnât mind putting in the work, in fact, that was all you did your whole life. You were never handed a damn thing, needing to learn to find your own way in life and work for everything you got instead of being spoiled rotten. But again, you didnât mind. The only thing that bugged you was that there were clearly a few favorites that got special treatment. Though you werenât just talking about Deannaâs sons.
For the past couple of days you had been scheduled to work with a small group of others that you tried to play nice with. And for the most part, they all seemed friendly enough, willing to pitch in and do the part they were told to complete. EveryoneâŚexcept for this one bitch who seemed to love getting a rise out of you.
You didnât know her name, you couldnât be bothered to learn it. But that didnât mean the urge for punching her in her stupid, fake ass face wasnât growing the longer you were in the same vicinity. She didnât do a damn thing other than tell every other person what to do. And she always seemed to make it her mission to get under your skin at least once a day to really add to your sour mood, really wanting to see how far she could push you. But you, of course, always did nothing. Itâs not because you werenât capable of defending yourself, but you knew even one screw up could get you, and possibly the rest of your family kicked out of here.
You didnât want to take that chance. After all, this whole opportunity and hard work was the chance to prove that you were all worthy to stay within the thick, sturdy walls they had built. You didnât want to screw it up for yourself, but you especially didnât want to screw it up for anyone else. Which is why you kept to yourself for the most part, only smiling politely to the ones who showed you even an ounce of kindness as they passed by with a friendly greeting. Other than that your eyes just stayed down, in hopes that somehow the day would go by faster that way.
You and a few others were currently in the large garden that was placed practically directly in the middle of the community, instructed to pick the fruits and vegetables that were ripe enough to bring back to the pantry. The job was simple enough, knowing that when this last basket of yours was full, you would take everything back, wash them off, and place them in the right sections before finally heading back to your new home. You could practically hear the cool shower calling your name from all the way over here.
Though subconsciously, your gaze traveled up a few different times to keep an eye out for Daryl, seeing if he was maybe passing the area. You didnât necessarily know the job he was given for the day, but what you did know was that it was hot as fuck outside. And seeing Daryl with his arms exposed, the signature leather vest, and sweat glistening off of himâŚthe sight would surely make your day ten times better than how it was going.
But everytime you did a subtle scan, he was nowhere to be found, and you couldnât help but sigh a bit dramatically as all you wanted was to take him home and use that last bit of energy you had left.
âHey!â
You were snapped out of your lustful daze suddenly when you heard a familiar voice from the other end of the space, seeing the one blonde bitch who wouldnât get off your back, her face scowling into a glare.
You raised your arms up from your slightly crouched position, âWhat?â
âI can see you slacking off from all the way over here, get back to work!â she called with her hands sassily on her hips.
You sent her a bitter smile before ducking your head back down in attempts to pull yourself together, âOh, Iâll get back to work.â you spoke under your breath, âWork on shoving this foot up your ass.â you grumbled as you began picking a few more ripe strawberries.
A few minutes of peace passed, moving down the line as you scanned for any more things that were ready to be picked off the vine. Your small basket sat by your feet as it was nearly filled to the brim with the amount of fruit you collected over the past hour or so. That isâŚuntil it wasnât.
Out of the corner of your eye you could see someoneâs shadow coming from your left as whoever it was seemed to just be passing by. But the sound of their foot coming in contact with the wooden basket right beside you is what caused your gaze to snap up, already knowing who the hell it was. Her blonde hair blowing behind her as she didnât even stop to look at the mess she made was kind of a dead giveaway.
You shot up to your feet as annoyance began to quickly overtake you, causing you to open your mouth before you even got a chance to think twice. âWhat the fuck?â you called after her.
She turned around on instinct, as if she was expecting you to say something, a small smirk on her face as she shrugged. âWhat?â
You pressed your lips together as your annoyance grew, stepping up closer to her so you could keep the conversation quiet, âWhat the hell is your problem? You donât think I can tell youâre doing this shit on purpose?â
âOh I know you can.â she said with a bitchy tilt of her head, her arms coming to cross over her chest, âIâm just wondering when the fuck youâre going to get a clue.â
âWell, why donât you just spell it out for me, because Iâm getting pretty tired of dealing with the same bullshit from you.â you stated bluntly.
She scoffed, âYou and your grubby little group donât belong here.â she spat harshly, âNone of you are what we need for this community, in fact, youâre only tearing us down. I donât even know why Deanna let you people in here in the first place.â
Her words caused your eyebrows to fly up in utter surprise. You expected her to attack you, shoot insults directed toward you. But you never expected in a million years that she would have the audacity to go after your family the way she did with little to no reason at all.Â
And in the end, thatâs what pushed you over the edge as you laughed at her, not needing to come up with a single response as you had a few other things in mind.
Daryl was on the other end of the community, patrolling around the streets when he heard the sudden commotion. At first he couldnât quite pinpoint what was going down, only seeing a swarm of people flooding toward one area where lots of shouts and panicked voices were coming from. Curiosity eventually got the better of him as his brows furrowed in confusion, his pace picking up as he approached the gardens, opening the white gates to step inside.
His eyes squinted as he could tell there was some sort of fight breaking out, the people surrounding them either cheering them on, or trying to rip them apart. He leaned from side to side, trying to see who was in the middle of it all as he silently prayed he was wrong about what he originally assumed. But then there was a small parting in the crowd, allowing him to catch a glimpse in between them, and his face dropped.
Some random guy was holding you back as you attempted to hit the blonde girl at the other end of the circle they created, clawing out of his grip every so often to get another swing in while she cried. Daryl then didnât waste another second, harshly shoving his way through the crowd to get to you in attempts to stop you from doing anymore damage. It was almost like he couldnât get to you fast enough, either that, or you were just quick when it came to nearly tearing her head off.
âHey!â he shouted once he was close enough, pulling you out of the manâs grasp in attempts to hold you back himself, âStop!â
You hardly even heard his voice, your ears ringing as you continued to try and pry his hands off of you, desperately trying to swing again as the woman sobbed. Her nose bloody and a bruise forming on her right cheek. She clearly couldnât fight for shit considering she had such a big mouth.
Daryl groaned as he yanked you back harshly, âDamnit (Y/N), I said stop!â he shouted once more, his voice enough to silence everyone in an instant.
The familiar voice then finally registered with you as well, whipping your head around quickly to see him, smoke nearly coming out of his ears. Your face softened as you instantly came to the realization of the damage you just caused, the potential outcome of your actions suddenly terrifying you.
Your head shook slightly as you tried to speak, âI-â
âGet back to the house.â
His tone was firm, but somehow still held a bit of gentleness. You sighed as you took yourself out of his hold, not needing to be told twice as you slowly began to walk out of the crowded area. Now seeing the amount of people that witnessed your meltdown, you suddenly wanted to crawl into a hole and die, feeling all their watchful eyes on you as Daryl quickly ushered you the rest of the way out. The last thing you barely caught a glimpse of, was a few others crowding around the blonde as she continued to cry her eyes out with her beaten face.
There wasnât a single word spoken between the two of you. Just silence. And it was killing you.
He didnât utter a word, only gesturing you into the bathroom for you to sit at the edge of the tub, before pulling out a first aid kid from the closet. Your brows furrowed in confusion as she hadnât laid a hand on you, but then your eyes traveled down to your own hands, seeing how cut up and bloody they were. The pain hadnât even registered to you, you hardly felt the sting at all as if your adrenaline was still pumping fast through your system.
Daryl wordlessly kneeled down in front of you, taking your hands with such softness in his touch as he cleaned you up with precision. You could tell he was trying to be as careful as he could, despite the fact that he was probably upset. Hell, the whole group would probably be upset with you for a while, over something that you could now never take back. Something that you could never undo. All because you couldnât keep your head on straight.
You were forced to think about it even more as the silence only lingered, playing the imagines back over and over again in your mind. You wanted to say it was worth it, to see her actually get somewhat of a taste of her own bitter medicine, knowing now she would probably never fuck with you again. But the fate of the future, what would come next, still weighed heavily on you as it was clearly unknown.
You then sighed softly as you looked down at him, âIâŚIâm sorry.â your voice spoke barely above a whisper.
He nodded as he kept his eyes down, finishing up your left hand as he wrapped it in some bandages, âI know ya are.â
âYou donât know the things she was sayingâŚwhat sheâs been doing ever since we fucking got here. GodâŚI know I shouldnât have taken it that far, but that bitch got what she deserves, trust me.â you spoke bitterly, trying to convince yourself more than you were trying to convince him.
Darylâs eyes then glanced up to you, a small smile on his lips as he nodded again, âI know.â
Your brows furrowed in both confusion and surprise, âYouâreâŚyouâre not mad?â
âWhy would I be mad?â he asked, his voice a lot more gentle than it was before. But then again you could only assume it was all just the heat of the moment.
You shook your head softly, âI donât knowâŚâ you muttered, glancing down to your hands as you slightly examined them, mostly to avoid his eyes as you knew he would be able to see right through you.
And he did. His brows furrowed as a few seconds of silence passed before he spoke again, âYeah ya do. You just donât wanna say it.â
A heavy sigh passed through your lips as you looked back up at him, âI justâŚI know that doing that was a big mistake.â
His eyes softened as he heard the timidness in your tone, âEveryone makes mistakes, sweetheart.â he said as he raised his hand to tuck some hair behind your ear, âItâs alright.â
âNoâŚthatâs not what I mean.â you said with a shake of your head, âIâŚI fucked upâŚI fucked up everything. Once Deanna finds out what happened, once she finds out that we canât work with her people, sheâll kick us out. And then weâll be back on the road without any food, or water, or anything. We barely made it last time, I-â
âHey.â Daryl interrupted you softly, raising his hands to gently grip your forearms, âWhat are ya talkin about? None of thatâs gonna happen.â
âBut sheâs already weary of us, weâre the big, scary outside people. The second she realizes that we wonât be able to fit in here, thereâs no way sheâll let us stay.â
The man in front of you couldnât help but smirk, which at first confused you, but then you found yourself rolling your eyes. âThe big, scary outside people?â he repeated with a light chuckle.
You gave him a pointed look, âThis is serious.â
âI know, I know.â he assured, âBut I also know youâve been bustin yer ass damn near everyday tryin to prove that you can be trusted here. That we can be trusted here. SoâŚI think right now, you just need to take a second and breatheâŚokay?â
You stared at him for a moment before swallowing a bit thickly and nodding your head, taking a deep breath in attempts to calm your nerves. It felt like your brain was scattered all over the place and you knew he was right in saying that you just needed to fucking chill out for a second. You still had your worries about the outcome, but for some reason the longer you looked at the man sitting in front of you, the more those thoughts started to disappear.
After a few moments of silence, you felt him gently squeeze your arms again as he hadnât taken his eyes off of you, âYa got pretty worked up back there, killer. And I donât think this stress and worryin is helpin. Weâre here for a reasonâŚto have a fighting chance. And you just gotta trust that over time, everythinâs just gonna work itself outâŚno matter what.â
He was so confident in his words, it made you want to feel confident too. It made you want to believe that this would all pass, and you didnât completely screw up this opportunity like you assumed. Though there was still something else on your mind.
âBut what about the fight? I meanâŚI messed her up pretty bad.âÂ
He simply shrugged, âGood.â
Your eyebrows raised in slight shock, âWhat?â
âThat bitch got what was coming to her. Truth is, ever since ya told me about whatâs been goin on, Iâve been dyin for ya to knock some damn sense into her. If anything, I wanted to cheer you on.â he winked.
You couldnât help but laugh, âWell, you always have been my biggest supporterâŚâ you trailed off as you looked down toward your hands again, âAnd the best doctor around.â
He hummed with a small smile before grasping your hands gently, raising them up to his mouth to leave a few kisses on the back of your bandaged knuckles as if to seal the healing process.
You smiled a little to yourself at his actions, âSoâŚyou really think weâll be okay?â
âWeâll be just fine.â he muttered as he placed one final kiss on your skin, âItâll breeze over, people will move on. Cause I think they all kinda know she was the problem to begin with.â
âGod, I hope so.â you scoffed, âAnd even though I kinda lost itâŚit felt good.â you admitted almost a bit sheepishly.
He chuckled as he pulled at your hands a little, helping you stand back up to your feet as he did, âLooked pretty good too.â he confirmed as he held you close, placing a kiss on top of your head. âI think you could use some kinda award for doin that.â
You smirked as you looked up at him, âWellâŚI could use a massage.â
He smiled right back at you as he nodded, âDone.â
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đŚpairing: fuckboy!gamer!jjk x reader
đŚgenre: friends to lovers, office!au, coworker!au, smut, fluff
đŚsummary: You always assumed your handsome coworker was down to fuck anyone in the office except for you. He always assumed you werenât interested in a guy like him. And both of you were content with never admitting your feelings⌠until he unknowingly confides in you in the realms of a certain tactical FPS game.
đŚword count: 10.7k
đŚwarnings: mutual pining, shooter game references, soft fuckboy vibes, fingering, doggy style, protected sex bc bro aint taking no chancesđ¤
a/n: i wasnt planning on including smut so thats a bonusâ¨
You press a hand to your mouth to suppress a yawn as the department meeting finally comes to an end. Your boss had gone over the schedule for next quarter, alluded to a few new projects, and gave a few shoutouts to people on your team who apparently âwent the extra mileâ this week. You couldnât care less about being acknowledged for your work, but it does kind of irk you that Jeon Jungkook got a shoutout when youâve never seen him do extra work in the office. All heâs done this week is take your pretty lady boss out to lunch. If thatâs considered extra work, you suppose Jungkook works the hardest. After all, heâs the type to make time for anyone he wants to sleep with aka everyone in the office except for you.
As you scoot your chair out, you back into something very solid. Surely no one is dumb enough to stand right behind your chair when they know how eager everyone is to get out of here for the weekend. But when you turn around, you know exactly who it is without even seeing his faceâEmployee of the Week Jeon Jungkook.Â
You stare at the back of his shoulders in that mustard button-down, and it occurs to you that it was his nice ass that youâd bumped into. He didnât even stumble forward from the impact or at least step aside so you can leave like everyone else. You just want to get home, soak in a nice hot bubble bath, and play a few games with your calico all curled up in your lapâthatâs the ideal Friday night that Jeon Jungkook is keeping you from.
âExcuse me, kind sir,â you say as your nude acrylics tap the armrest.
The boy turns around with fake astonishment. And a handsome smile. âOh, Y/N, I didnât know you were still here.â
âI mean, yeah, Iâd be gone too if someone wasnât blocking my way out.â In the year that youâve been on the same team as Jungkook, the two of you somehow developed this sarcastic and aggressive way of speaking without actually being mad at each other. Some call it banter, but you dislike the possible romantic implications of that.
âWhatâs the rush? Got plans tonight?â He still doesnât move out of the way. You didnât expect him pinning you against a table in the office to be so underwhelming. You imagine a fuck boy like him could try a little harder, be a little rougher. Not that youâve ever fantasized about it.
âYeah, I just bought some cute new lingerie for when I hop into bed with Christina Lauren and my cat.â You leave out the gaming part of your Friday night plans. If he knew you played the same game as him, heâd probably use it against you somehow.
âWhoâs Christina Lauren?â he asks. You love the thought of him imagining you in lingerie with some mystery woman. Or maybe thatâd just encourage a threesome.
âMy catâs favorite romance writer?â You say it like it should be common sense to know that your cat purrs himself to sleep when you read to him.
âAnd youâre going to waste your cute new lingerie on reading a Lauren Christina bedtime story to your cat?â
âItâs Christina Lauren, not Lauren Christina.â
âChristina Lauren doesnât care about your lingerie.â It amuses you how he keeps bringing up the lingerie. You wonder what heâd think if he saw you in that skimpy mesh fabric. Itâd probably come as a shock to him considering heâs only ever seen you in your preppy office attire. He has no idea what youâre capable of beneath those cream blouses and mocha mini skirts.
If only he knew.
âTldr, yes I have very urgent plans tonight.â That reminds you, you need to check your in-game shop to see if any pretty skins are on sale this time around. Youâve been eyeing the one with the cute whale shark design.
âWhat a coincidence, Lauren Christina is my favorite writer too. I really liked that one book she wrote.â You donât hate that heâs prolonging the conversation, but if he says âLauren Christinaâ one more time, youâre gonna report him to HR.
âSame,â you chuckle. âNow please move so I can leave.â
He finally steps aside. Before he can pull a fast one and trap you again, you throw your tiny bag over your shoulder and scurry for the exit. You stop just outside the conference room and spin around. The boyâs eyes quickly shift up from your skirt.
âComing or not?â you ask with a head tilt. If thereâs one good thing about having a local fuck boy in the office, itâs that you always have someone whoâll walk you to your car when itâs dark out. Thatâs one of the things you know he does just for you.
On the elevator ride down, itâs just you and him because everyone else has already vacated the building. You sneak a peek at your handsome colleague. Itâs a shame that he spends more time in your coworkersâ beds than in actual relationships. If not for that, youâdâ
âYou should recommend a book for me,â he says, catching you mindlessly staring at him. Oops.
âYou donât look like a reader.â You doubt heâd ever pick up a book over girls.
âIâll read a book if you say itâs good.â Now heâs just sweet talking you, and youâre not going to fall for it. Except, you would love someone to gush to about your favorite books.
âDating You/Hating You.â The book title just sort of slips out of your mouth. Though you canât exactly vouch for how good it is since itâs the one youâre currently reading.
âGive me your best elevator pitch for it.â Haha, he thinks heâs so funny. (You laugh anyway.)
Persuasion is your thing, but you canât give a proper elevator pitch for a book you havenât actually finished yet. Moreover, you donât know what kinds of genres heâd be into or if this book would be a good fit for him. You donât even know any of his interests outside of sex and video games.Â
When you really think about it, thereâs not much you know about Jeon Jungkook. Heâs a mystery, but a charming one.
âItâll give us something to talk about,â you say softly as the loud ding interrupts. âThatâs my elevator pitch to you.â
âNot bad,â he nods as you both exit the elevator. That was way easier than expected. âIs it by your catâs favorite romance author?â
âIt is,â you smile. Itâs hard not to smile when youâre with him. âI can lend you my copy next week after I finââ
âJungkook!â The new recruiting coordinator blocks your way out of the building with eager eyes and a smile brighter than your own. âStill down for drinks later at that place we talked about?â
You try not to roll your eyes as you step around yet another coworker who ignores you standing right next to the boy they want to ask out. You and Jungkook arenât a thing, but it does hurt to know that not a single person thinks of you as worthy competition. Heâs probably made it very clear to everyone in the office that you and him are just friends and that your nightly walks to the parking lot are for safety purposes only.
Thankfully, you get out of the building before you can hear Jungkook accept the invitation into someone elseâs bed. The last thing you want is to be jealous of the people heâd rather be spending time with. You and your silly little book recommendations mean nothing to him.
Nothing at all.
âSorry about that.â He catches up to you a minute later in the dimly lit parking lot.
You shake your head. âItâs alright. Thatâs what happens when youâre the popular guy.â And you mean it, too. Youâre not the type to fault people for being who they are, nor would you ever ask them to change for you. Besides, thereâs really nothing between you and him. Thereâs nothing he should feel sorry for.
âHey, why do you always park in the furthest corner of the parking lot?â he teases, probably as a way to change the subject. You see his car parked just a few spots down from you, so he doesnât really have a right to criticize your decisions. Looks like your habit has rubbed off on him. âItâd be safer if you parked closer to the building.â
You shrug even though the parking placement and slightly longer walks are intentional. He doesnât need to know itâs your subtle way of prolonging the time you spend with him. You always look forward to those few extra minutes where heâs all yours.
âIt doesnât feel dangerous here at all.â Not when youâre with him. You unlock your car and hop into the driverâs seat.
âYeah, totally not dangerous.â Jungkook holds your door as he scans the dark and empty lot for anything suspicious. He listens as a few sirens screech in the distance and does a double-take at the lone soda can rolling around in the wind. When the coast is clear, he turns back to you. âI look forward to reading the Lauren Christina book when your catâs done with it.â
He waits for your seatbelt to click before closing the door. You roll the window down and glare. âItâs Christina Lauren! And have fun on your date.â
With a wave of your manicure, youâre off to your âurgentâ Friday night plans.
When you return home, you get what you want. You strip off your work clothes and soak in a lavender bubble bath for a good 30 minutes before admiring the new lingerie Jungkook wouldnât stop mentioning earlier.Â
Itâs tempting to try it on now, but you wish someone else could see it on you. Jungkook is right. Christina Lauren doesnât care about your lingerie. If the boy were here to see it for himself, you want to know what heâd think, what heâd say, and what heâd do to your body. Itâd probably be incredibleâfor one nightâbut thatâd be the end of it. Thatâs how all of his flings go, and a hypothetical one with you would be no different. With a sigh, you set the lingerie aside, throw on an oversized sweatshirt that just barely covers your ass, and load into your game.
The first thing you do is check the shop for the cute gun skin with the whale shark design. The RNG gods give you a couple of good knives, an awful pistol, a subpar rifle, and no shark. Itâs fine, you tell yourself. You didnât want to spend real money on pretty pixels anyway.
As soon as your first match starts, your four teammates are quick to use their mics. Apparently, they all know each other. Canât relate.
âSo⌠Howâd the date go?â asks the healer. The two duelists place their bets on whether the date went incredibly well or horribly wrong. You silently cast your vote for horribly wrong since you lean toward pessimism.
âI didnât end up going,â says the initiator. He sounds a lot like a certain Jeon Jungkook, but you shouldnât assume. As far as you know, he doesnât have a reason to cancel the date with that recruiting coordinator. In fact, he should be having drunk sex with her right about now. Not that itâs any of your business to know what your handsome coworker does after hours. None of that involves you.
âIs it because of You-know-who?â asks the duelist who voted with you. You-know-who? Like a jealous ex-lover? Sounds like drama to you.
âYepâŚâ Nah, it canât be the Jeon Jungkook you know. This guyâs voice is giving you more lovesick puppy than confident fuck boy. He dies from a grenade and goes silent for the next few rounds while his buddies keep providing intel to the team. You pick up the whale shark gun over his dead body.
âHey, CL,â the healer calls out your username. âDo you have a mic?â
Yes, you do have a mic. No, youâre not going to use it. These guys seem harmless so far, but itâs not always fun when people realize youâre the only female on the team. Men in this game try to hit on you just like the ones you pass in the short distance from the office to your car. And theyâll only stop pestering you if youâre walking next to a guy like Jungkook, which you clearly donât have in this game with your empty friend list. So youâd rather stay on mute for now.
âmy mic is broken,â you type, âcat knocked it over.â
âAh, thatâs okay.â He heals you up and saves you from an otherwise fatal headshot. âWe were just wondering if you could help our buddy out.â
You? Youâre not sure how youâre supposed to be of any help to a lovesick puppy when you havenât had much luck in the love department either. But you are a curious kitten when it comes to other peopleâs love lives.
âmaybe⌠can i get more context?â
Apparently, this lovesick puppy (or âJklmnopâ according to his username) has a little more in common with Jungkook than youâd originally thought. Turns out both of them are the designated fuck boys at their workplaces. Except this one has a massive crush on his âsuper hotâ colleague. Jeon Jungkook would never.
The issue is that Jklmnop caught feelings for the one person who doesnât seem interested in him. Worse, it feels like heâs being friendzoned. And heâs been going on dates with other people in an attempt to squash those unrequited feelings, but itâs just not doing the trick.
âi know a fuck boy too.â You are by no means an expert in the fuck boy archetype, but perhaps your time spent with Jungkook has prepared you for this opportunity to help a friend in need. And you do have some advice. âim not saying fucking all your coworkers is a bad thing but if you really want this girl you need to go all in on her and show her that youâre willing to commit to something more serious.â
Because if you knew this to be true about your own local fuck boy, youâd give him a chance, too. But as far as you know, Jungkook has never shown any romantic interest in you (or anyone else for that matter). Heâs just a platonic buddy to you and a fuck buddy to everyone else.
âand itâs very possible she doesnt even realize youre interested in her,â you type, âthis is a dumb question but have you tried asking her out yet?â
Your dumb question gets a few laughs from the boys. You feel like an IT person asking their client if theyâve tried turning their computer off and on again.
âOh, our guy here doesnât ask people out. Heâs the one getting asked out all the time,â Duelist #1 explains.
âItâs been a year and You-know-who hasnât made a move on him, so that must mean she doesnât like him,â Duelist #2 adds in a sarcastic tone. You imagine him rolling his eyes on the other side of his screen.
âwell @Jklmnop if you dont normally ask ppl out, itll hold more weight when you do.â Your fingers pause for a second. Maybe youâre just soft, but itâd mean a lot to you if you were asked out by the Jeon Jungkook. Youâre sure this fuck boy could pull it off too. âyou should ask her out. maybe shes waiting for you to make the move.â
You donât get an immediate response, but he trades his pretty shark gun for your plain one. He must have seen you steal the one over his dead body a few rounds ago. What a thoughtful guy.
Then a friend request pops up. Fine. Jklmnop can be the one username on your otherwise empty friend list.
âIâll ask her if the opportunity arises,â Jklmnop says after clutching a 1v4. âThanks bro.â
On Monday, youâre a lot sleepier than you should be at the beginning of the work week because you practically spent the entire weekend gaming with your new fuck boy friend and finishing the book you recommended to your office fuck boy friend.
Your dark circles must be pretty bad because Jungkook feels the need to stop by your desk and say, âUp all night reading Lauren Christina?â He taps the book on your mousepad, so he can clearly see that itâs Christina Lauren and not Lauren Christina. Heâs just teasing you at this point.
âItâs Christina Lauren, you shithead. And yes, I finished it, so you can read it now,â you say, handing the book to the boy. He holds it with a soft grip as if to avoid creasing the pages. If library books were treated with the same care, they wouldnât feel so crusty all the time. You can respect guys with gentle hands. âI expect a full book report by Friday.â
âAt least give me the weekend,â he frowns. Itâs the most attractive frown youâve ever seen.
âSure, if thatâs how you want to spend your weekend,â you yawn. Wouldnât he rather be doing anything else on his days off than read your book?
âThatâs how you spent your weekend, Sleepyhead.â He makes a good point. His chuckle is quite cute too.Â
As he flips through the book, you see something shimmery wedged between the pages toward the end of the story. You told yourself a million times to take your silly little bookmark out before lending him the book, but of course you forgot. Maybe he wonât notice.
Unfortunately for you, Jungkook pulls the metallic blue bookmark out to examine it. His lips curve upward when he sees itâs shaped like a whale shark. Oh great. Heâs definitely gonna tease you about it. You knew you shouldâve gone with one of the more sophisticated leather bookmarks.
âYou really like these guys, huh.â He holds it up by the chain to let some light shine through the tiny holes mimicking the sharkâs gorgeous spotty pattern. Not the reaction you were expecting, but youâll take it.
âWhat makes you say that?â You donât ever recall confiding in him about your whale shark obsession. Last time you checked, all of your nerdy and kiddish quirks were kept far away from your office. Itâs just not on-brand for the professional image youâve established here.
âDidnât you have a cute whale shark phone case when you first started working here? Before you switched it to that cream-colored one?â He wrinkles his face, deep in thought as he tucks the bookmark back where he found it. Heâs right, though. You just assumed no one had ever noticed it. As soon as you got your new work phone, you switched to something more neutral to fit your minimalist aesthetic.
âOh, right.â Youâd forgotten about the case just like you forgot about the bookmark. But Jungkook somehow notices and remembers those kinds of details about you. Itâs almost endearing in a way.
You shouldnât let yourself think like that, though. Those are dangerous thoughts.
âBy the way, how was your date?â As much as you hate to admit it, youâre curious about his date with the recruiting coordinator. Besides, if he says it went well, youâll have yet another reason to stop holding onto the tiny feelings you have for him.
âI didnât go.â
âOh,â you press a finger to your parted lips. Thatâs unheard of for Jeon Jungkook. âDid her cat die or something?â
âWhy does someoneâs cat need to die for the date to be canceled?â
âThere mustâve been a pretty big emergency for you to forgo a date, no?â
âIs that what you really think of me, Y/N?â He cocks his head to the side because heâs a fuck boy and thatâs what fuck boys do.
âThatâs not what I think of you.â Another yawn slips from your mouth. âItâs just facts. You have a 99% attendance rate when it comes to dates, donât you?â
He nods because he canât argue with the credible gossip that goes on in your office.
âAnyway, Iâm going to run to that coffee shop you wonât shut up about,â he says as he glances at the time on his phone and then at the dark abyss under your eyes. âNeed anything?â
âHmmâŚâ You pretend to think deeply about your order. Usually when other people go on coffee runs, you request something easy to remember like an oat latte. But for Jeon Jungkook, the boy who keeps fucking up Christina Laurenâs name, you wonât go so easy. âHow about an iced birthday cake latte with oat milk, an extra shot of espresso, two pumps of toffee syrup, and the crème brĂťlĂŠe topping? Please.â
âSo⌠birthday cake frappuccino with oat milk?â He snickers in your sleepy face before walking off. âYouâre gonna have to come with if you want all that extra stuff.â
Itâs a latte, not a frappuccino. But you suppose it doesnât matter if he knows the difference because youâre scurrying to catch up with him as he heads for the elevator.
The âcoffee shop you wonât shut up aboutâ has been open for a few months now, and youâve stopped by at least two times a week since the grand opening for your usual dose of caffeine. Should you be proud or embarrassed that the baristas all know your name and order? How about when they raise their eyebrows at the sight of you walking in with your handsome coworker?
âSheâll have a birthday cake frappââ
âDonât listen to him. Iâll get a birthday cake latte, please,â you tell the barista at the register. Jungkook chuckles as you give his arm a light shove. âWith oat milk and crème brĂťlĂŠe today.â
âSure thing, Y/N,â she smiles at you and then turns to the boy next to you. âAnything for you?â
âJust plain coffee, thanks,â he says after a quick glance at the menu. You hate that he orders plain coffee when the menu has all these fun options like pink donut lattes or cookies n cream cappuccinos. If he wanted black coffee, he couldâve saved time and money by brewing some in the office. He didnât have to go all the way to the coffee shop you wouldnât shut up about. But he did. And he invited you along for the ride.
As the two of you wait for your drinks, you pick the booth in the corner next to the window. Youâve always had this vision of sitting inside a cozy cafe to work from your laptop or read a book. It just hasnât happened yet because you get scared off when all the other customers bring their friends or lovers to share that experience with. Your laptop and books canât compare to that.Â
Youâve always been envious. Until today.
âThat doesnât look nearly as complex as it sounded,â Jungkook says when he sees your latte with the fancy crème brĂťlĂŠe on it. He slides his boring coffee across the table to you. âIâll let you try mine if you let me try yours.â
Only a weirdo would accept a pathetic offer like that.
âDeal.â You take a sip of your sugary treat before passing it off to the boy. He winces from how sweet yours is compared to the bitterness of his black coffee. You make a face for the opposite reason.
âIâm surprised you agreed to it,â he hums with a tiny bit of crème brĂťlĂŠe around his mouth. You want to kiss it off. He must notice you eyeing his lips because he wipes it off with his thumb a second later.
âI wanted you to try my special drink,â you say. Itâs for the same reason you lent him your bookâto let him know another tiny piece of you without explicitly saying it.
âIâll have to get it myself next time we come.â He pulls up the notes app on his phone and types as he speaks. You wonder if ânext timeâ and âweâ imply that this coffee outing is going to become another routine thing between you and him, just like your walks to the parking lot. Hopefully it does. No, it definitely will. Because youâll be the one to ask him next time. âWhatâs it called again? Birthday cake frappuccino⌠with crème brĂťlĂŠe?â
âExactly,â you lie. Who knows. His mistake might taste even better. Youâll have to find a way to sneak a taste when he isnât looking. Itâs something sweet to look forward to.
As you sip your latte, the barista who took your order catches your eye from across the store, points at Jungkook, and mouths something to you. You donât quite catch it, so she repeats it again just as your coworker turns to see what youâre staring at.
âBoyfriend?â she mouths, clear as day, before spinning around to use the espresso machine.Â
When the boy turns back to you, he has such a goofy grin on his face. He points to himself and repeats, âBoyfriend?â
âStop,â you laugh at his antics but totally dodge the question. âAnyway⌠may I ask why you didnât go on that date with the recruiting coordinator?âÂ
His eyes are wide. Probably because itâs not like you to pry. But you just want to make sense of why heâs sitting here with you, acting all sweet and boyfriend-like, after bailing on someone else a few days ago. Heâs not his usual self either.
âIt was faster to reject her,â he shrugs. You didnât realize he was in such a hurry on Friday. It certainly didnât seem like it with how heâd blocked your way out of the conference room.
âWhat were you in such a hurry for?â
âIsnât it our unspoken thing to walk to the parking lot together?â He says it like youâre silly. Like the fate of the world depends on him being able to fulfill his duty of walking you to your car each and every day. Like heâd forgo hours of good sex for a five-minute walk with you.
âItâs not unspoken if we talk about it,â you say softly. Youâve always adored the short walks with Jungkook, but maybe you werenât the only one who felt that way. What kind of guy rejects a date just so he can keep up this year-old tradition between you and him? No guy has ever done anything close to that for you. âBut yeah, it is our thing.â
The boy nods with a gentle smile as he sips his coffee. For just a split second, he gives you Jklmnop vibes. You donât know how else to explain it. Heâs a fuck boy, but thereâs something so delicate about him that you want to touch without breaking.
You wonder if heâd ever let you in.
On the way out, your favorite friendly barista waves you over to the counter with a huge grin. As much as you love the girl, youâre scared of what might come out of her mouth next. She leans in as if to whisper but ends up shouting over the grinder in the background.
âI canât believe you didnât tell me about him.â Her eyes flick to somewhere beyond your shoulders. âHeâs such a hottie, by the way. Yâall are kinda cute together.â
A snort comes from right behind you. âThank you,â says the hottie. Your hottie, apparently. It wouldâve been perfectly fine for him to clarify that the two of you arenât actually together, but you suppose his ego was too busy soaking in the compliment from the pretty barista.
âReally?â You raise an eyebrow at Jungkook as soon as youâre both out the door.
âWhat?â Whatâs with that playful smile of his?
âYou didnât deny what she said.â
âA complimentâs a compliment, Y/N.â
âI didnât mean the part about you being a hottie.â You shudder at that last word. Yes, Jungkook is the hottest guy youâve ever seen, but he doesnât need to hear that from your mouth. âI meant the part about you being my boyfriend.â
âYou didnât deny it earlier, either,â he shrugs. True. âBesides, isnât that also a compliment?â
Now that heâs mentioned it, it does feel pretty nice to be seen as a couple with someone as attractive as Jungkookâto give the illusion that itâs you whoâs got him wrapped around your finger, you who he chose above everyone else, and you who gets to fall asleep in his arms every night. And it feels especially good considering how often other people dismiss you as someone not good enough for him. In fact, this is the first time anyone has ever acknowledged that the two of you go well together.
âHey man, mind if I steal that fine little lady for a sec?â a sleazy voice calls out in your direction. You donât bother turning your head to acknowledge the presence of yet another ignorant hooligan on the street, but you do step a little closer to Jungkook. You donât know what pisses you off more: the fact that this stranger is another nonbeliever that you could be dating a guy like Jungkook or the fact that he asked for another maleâs permission to talk to you instead of asking you directly. Most catcallers keep their mouths shut when youâre walking with your handsome coworker, but this one clearly canât take a hint.
A warm hand pulls you in at the waist. Itâs the same soft grip Jungkook held your book with. And you kind of never want him to let go. Because when he holds you close like that, all the shitty people become irrelevant. That doesnât, however, stop you from getting a kick out of the death stare he gives the catcaller who finally backs off.
âYou really showed him,â you tease. His face loosens up after you let out a tiny snicker. Still, he studies your every expression to make sure youâre alright.
âDoes that happen to you wherever you go?â he asks as he moves his arm up from your waist to your shoulder, something slightly more appropriate for two friendly colleagues. Suddenly your waist feels cold.
âUsually when Iâm out by myself.â Whether itâs the supermarket, the park, the office, youâve felt objectified pretty much everywhere. Even online. The sad thing about it is that you know youâre not the only one. âBut Iâm used to it at this point.â
âWell, men are kind of shitty,â he huffs, looking rather frustrated on your behalf. Youâve never seen him so irritated. For the most part, he knows how to keep a calm composure, even during busy season. Itâs oddly satisfying that an inconvenience for you is what brought that emotion out of him.
âI used to think that,â you admit as the two of you enter the office building. âBut all it takes is one good guy to outweigh the shitty ones.â
For you, Jungkook has always been that one good guy.
âTrue. I suppose that hottie boyfriend of yours isnât that bad, huh.â He gives you a soft shoulder squeeze in the elevator before dropping his arm back to his side. Itâs a subtle taste of what he could be doing to other places on your body if he were actually your boyfriend. Heâd handle you with so much care.
âYou wonât let that go, will you?â you pout, pointing your thumb back in the general direction of the coffee shop. âThose baristas really think weâre dating now, you know.â
He pinches your pouty cheek and leaves you at your desk with a not-so-innocent remark.Â
âI wonder why they think that about us.â
The second half of your day feels painfully long. Itâs kind of hard to focus on designing wholesome character models when youâve got Jeon Jungkook stuck in your head. At this rate, your cute little characters are going to turn into bad boys who steal your books and lattes along with your heart. You canât help it when heâs been extra sweet to you lately. Sweeter than a birthday cake frappuccino could ever be. And just like your favorite sugary beverages, thereâs something so addicting about his company.
As youâre finishing up some designs, you spot the boy chatting with his buddies from the other departments. Itâs unfair that an entire friend group can be so goodlooking. And itâs even more unfair that Jungkook is still the one you canât take your eyes off of in the handsome bunch. Great, now youâre even more distracted.
âHey, I saw you were online again last night,â says the guy from accounting. He has long pretty eyelashes. âWhere was my invite?â
âAh, yeah. Remember that girl on our team the other night?â Jungkook has a cheeky grin. Why does he have such a cheeky grin while talking about some e-girl, and why does your tummy hurt all of a sudden? âShe helped me climb out of plat. Sheâs diamond.â
So what? Thatâs the same rank as you. Nothing special. Hmph. You hope she gets demoted before the act ends. Youâre not a jealous person, but you are petty.
âHow do you know sheâs a she?â asks the engineer with plump lips.
âThatâs what she told me,â Jungkook continues. âAnd it fits with the fact that she doesnât use a mic. You guys know how fucked up people can be in that game.â
You nod along to that.
âWhatâs her username again? I wanna add her now,â the other engineer jumps in. This one has broad shoulders. Very broad.
âYou just want to hit on her,â Engineer #1 shakes his head at Engineer #2. You agree with that too.
âIs she single? Or at least around our age?â asks the accountant.
âYou guys are monsters,â Jungkook laughs. âIâll give you her username only if you promise not to simp.â
âFine,â they all agree reluctantly.
You convince yourself that youâre only eavesdropping because theyâre talking too loud, but youâre actually just curious to search up the username and see how this e-girlâs game stats stack up against yours. Youâre quite confident your headshot percentage will outrank hers.
âItâs CL, remember?â
âOh right.â
No, not right. Thatâs definitely not the username you picked as a subtle nod to your favorite author, and Jungkook is definitely not the lovesick fuck boy youâve been giving advice to through some wack ass shooter game. Definitely not.
Because if it were true, that would mean Jungkook has a crush on somebody in your office. And who the heck would that be?
âReady to head out?â Jungkook pops out of nowhere and scares the shit out of you. You nearly leap out of your seat with a tight fist around your tablet pen like youâre about to knife the boy in-game. He holds your book up as a shield. âWhoa there.â
âMy bad, I thought you were the enemy.â You snap the pen back onto your tablet and say it with a straight face as if he knows you play the same violent game as him.
He plays along, scanning the office for anyone suspicious. âWhoâs the enemy?â
âMarketing?â You only say that because everyone in the office knows the marketing director Kim Namjoon was your college nemesis back when you were even pettier than you are now.
âAh,â he nods as you pack up and roll your chair in. Youâve always wondered why he just accepts the weird things you do without question. âGlad Iâm not your enemy. Wouldnât want to be stabbed by your tablet pen. Or your nails.â
He points to your pretty manicure. If you didnât know better, youâd think heâs subtly asking to hold your hand. But you do know better. He has an intense crush on someone else in the building, so thereâs really no reason why heâd want to hold your hand.
So instead of misreading the situation and making a fool of yourself by entwining your fingers with his, you poke your favorite of his tattoos (the silly face on his middle finger) with your acrylic. âConsider yourself stabbed.â
You try not to look at the boyâs wrinkly smile. But itâs incredibly hard. Instead, you redirect your eyes anywhere else. Of course they fall on the âit coupleâ of the office passing by. They donât do a whole lot of PDA, but the way they look at each other says it all, and they have this glow about them that seems so unobtainable. You feel the envy creeping up again.
On the elevator ride down, you try not to think about the happy couple or Jungkookâs wrinkly smile. Itâs making you sad.
âCan I ask you something?â he turns to you. Maybe his question will take your mind off everything bringing your mood down. You nod for him to proceed. âHow do you feel about dating a coworker?â
Shitty. You feel shitty. He could probably sense that from your silence upon seeing the couple.
âYou mean like Hyuna and Dawn?â You donât have a problem with it, or with them. If you could pull off a perfect office romance like them, youâd do it too. But it doesnât seem likely for you, and thatâs what sucks.
âJust in general. Like, do you think itâs fine, or is it crossing the line?â he asks. Aha, you get it now. Heâs asking for your opinion because he doesnât want to make you, his totally platonic friend, feel uncomfortable when he starts dating whoever he has a crush on here.
âHR allows it, so I donât really see a problem with it,â you answer honestly. Sure, youâd be hurt if you had to work in an environment where Jungkook is doing lovey-dovey things with someone else, but youâre not going to be the one to ruin it for him.
âIâve never seen you date anyone here, though.â
âWell I donât get asked out all the time like you, Jungkook.â
âWhat about Mark from accounting? Or my guy Jooheon before he moved overseas? And donât get me started on Kim Namjoon.â He has his fingers out and ready to list all the other guys in the office whoâve expressed some sort of interest in you, but he decides against it when he sees you glaring back at him. Wise man.
Youâd love to know why heâs so familiar with your nonexistent office dating history.
âOkay, I get it. Iâve been asked out a fair amount,â you sigh. âBut it doesnât really count if they arenât the right person.â
That earns you a soft head tilt from the boy. You swear heâs a puppy. âOh? Miss Y/N has a type?â
When you think about it, a few of the guys whoâve asked out were your typeâsmart, funny, hardworkingâand yet you still said no. Theyâve never hand-delivered meeting notes and chamomile tea when you were out sick, never walked you to your car, never given you something to look forward to at work, and never known your favorite animal. Theyâve never made you want them the way you want a certain someone else.
âI wouldnât exactly call it a type.â Itâs a person. The person who makes you feel so safe and cared for. The person who has feelings for another girl. âItâs a little more complicated than that.â
You donât like being vague, but saying any more than that would only set you up for heartbreak. He canât hurt you if you stay silent.
As the elevator continues to count down, Jungkook leans against the railing, arms crossed and head down. Heâs awfully quiet for someone who always feels the need to say something silly until you laugh.
âWhat if I told you thereâs one more person in the office whoâs interested in you?â he asks just before the elevator arrives on the first floor.
The door slides open but neither of you steps out, so it closes back up.
You blink at the boy. First you learn Jungkook has a crush on someone, and now someone suddenly has a crush on you? Your brain genuinely doesnât know what to do with all this information.
Youâd ask who your secret admirer is, but it doesnât matter. Youâd only say yes to one person in this office, and his feelings lie elsewhere. Maybe heâs just trying to set you up with another guy who can walk you to your car. Itâs not like the two of you would be able to keep up that tradition once heâs committed to someone else.
Youâd rather walk alone at that point.
âA workplace romance sounds cool and all.â You point at the book in Jungkookâs hand while trying to keep a light tone. âBut itâs just not for me. You know what I mean?â
He nods with a chuckle as the two of you finally clear out of the elevator. âBased on my history here, itâs probably not for me either.â
You know heâs poking fun at himself, but you hope he doesnât actually feel that way about himself. He still needs to ask his girl out, and he canât chicken out now. As the person heâs confided in about his feelings, itâs your job to shower him with encouragement and support. Youâll have to wait until youâre back online, though.
On the way to your car, the office romance conversation has been completely dropped. You ramble on about your sudden craving for tacos, and he claims he makes a âmean taco saladâ before sending you a screenshot of the recipe no one asked for. Youâll try it when you get home.
Like always, he leans against your car door as you buckle yourself in. This time, he even tugs on the seatbelt like amusement park workers do before sending you off on a roller coaster. As gentle as he is, it stings where the tips of his fingers graze your shoulder. That feeling lingers even after the door closes.
Jungkook wasnât lying, you think to yourself as you munch away at his definition of a âmean taco salad.â Your first instinct is to text him about it, but your second one is to silence your phone and cozy up for the night. After your shower, you have another staredown with the pretty lingerie set. At this rate, no oneâs going to see you in it, so you might as well wear it and look cute for yourself.Â
Itâs a little more see-through than youâre normally comfortable with, but the soft silky champagne accents make your body glow. To complete the look, you throw on a short skimpy robe with a baby pink floral pattern. Perhaps youâre being extra for a quiet night in with your cat and a cup of chamomile tea. But itâs what you need right now because youâre desperately searching for something to comfort and distract you from that dang feeling Jungkook left you with.Â
It also couldnât hurt to play a few games without Jklmnop. Maybe youâll get lucky with the whale shark gun today.
Unfortunately, thereâs still no whale shark gun in your shop, but at least Jungkook isnât online yet. The four games you play without him go really well stat-wise. Youâre the team MVP for half those gamesâsomething you hadnât achieved all weekend with Jklmnop on your team. Heâs a great friend but the kind of ally who will intentionally blind you so he can make you quake in your boots and steal your kill in the process. Heâs lucky he hasnât let you die while fucking around like that. Still, you canât remember the last time you had that much fun in your matches.
As you review the summary of game #4, a notification pops up in the top corner of your screen.
[Jklmnop is online!]
âwanna carry me to radiant?â he DMs you right away and sends you an invite.
âno,â you type as you join his party.
âwhat if i trade you my whale shark gun?â
âfineâ
The first thing you do when you spawn into the match is demand the whale shark gun. You put your baseball bat to his head, waiting for him to keep his end of the bargain. The boy drops the gun in front of you and backs away slowly.
âItâs cute that you like that skin so much,â he chuckles into his mic. When you hear his voice, you feel like an idiot for convincing yourself that Jklmnop and Jeon Jungkook werenât the same person. Thereâs no mistaking that thatâs the calm and flirty voice that has haunted you every day at work for the past year. Does it make you an asshole for wholeheartedly believing your local fuck boy friend wasnât capable of developing real feelings for someone in the office? Probably, but you intend on redeeming yourself by sending him your full support in the love department. Youâre just waiting for him to bring it up.
Twenty kills and one stolen ace later, Jungkook still hasnât said anything about the mysterious You-know-whoâwhich is weird, considering he wouldnât shut up all weekend about how sheâs âsoft like a kittenâ but âone that wonât hesitate to bring the claws out.â Who is this girl, and what has she done to Jungkook? Heâs become a total cheeseball. And you canât think of a single person in the office who fits his cheesy description.
âany update on youknowwho about youknowwhat?â you type between rounds.
Jungkookâs character paces back and forth in the snow even after the round begins. The three other members of your team starts following him like ducklings without knowing the context. You watch from afar as they get sniped down one by one until youâre the last one alive.
Usually in 1v5 situations like this, youâre great at keeping your cool and isolating your duels so you arenât overwhelmed by an ambush. But instead of listening for footsteps and directional cues, youâre listening hard for the boyâs response to your question.
âClutch this and Iâll give you an update on You-know-who,â he says after you cut the enemy teamâs numbers down to one. All you have to do now is plant the bomb and wait for the last person to come out to start defusing. Thatâs when youâll swoop in andâ
Your character falls face first into the snow. Youâve been knifed from behind, which loses you the round but earns you an evil snicker from Jungkook.
At the start of the next round, you wait once more for the boy to trade his gun with you. But instead, he just stands there, clutching onto the weapon while the rest of the team rushes onto the site to plant the bomb.
âIâve decided not to ask her out,â he says out of nowhere. âWe have this wholesome thing between us, and itâs best if we keep it that way.â
âwhat makes you say that?â you type before joining up with the others on site. As far as you know, Jungkook isnât wholesome with any coworker. Except you, maybe. He must have some other strange definition of wholesome.
âLetâs just say I read a whole ass book tonight about a workplace romance and realized Iâm not cut out for it.â He really read your book. No. He devoured it. Why does that mean the absolute world to you? âSheâs seen me going on date after date, and now Iâm pretty sure Iâve scared her away from wanting any part of that.â
Heâs not wrong. You used to feel the same way about him, so you understand why he has his reservations. But if that girl knew how much heâd cherish their relationship the way he cherishes your friendship with him, you know sheâd fall for him too. Thereâs no doubt in your mind about that. Itâs just a matter of him vocalizing it.
âi still think you should be upfront with her about your feelings,â you type away as you get headshot from who knows where.Â
âShe canât hurt me if I stay silent,â Jungkook hums as he runs toward the ticking bomb and crouches in front of it. It looks like heâs trying to defuse the bomb that your own team planted, but it explodes in his face before you have time to correct him.
âgj,â one of your teammates puts in the chat even though everyone watching knows it was not a âgood job.â The only silver lining is that he secured the win for your team. You donât feel like playing anymore, anyway.
Before you log off for the night, you start typing out some long motivational speech along with your top ten reasons as to why Jungkook would make an excellent boyfriend. Heâd try new things with you, share some of his favorite things with you, make sure youâre safe, and tease you until the end of time while making you feel so so loved. You know this because itâs what heâs done with you for the past year. But the more you think about it, the more you realize itâs not your place to say all of that from behind a screen with your mic on mute.
You end up deleting your whole spiel and settle for a simple âgood nightđ´â to the boy from your gaming account. Then you get back on your phone.
Y/NđŚ [11:47PM] âIt was indeed a mean taco saladâ
Y/NđŚ [11:47PM] âBtw did you finish the book?đâ
Jungkook𼴠[11:48PM] âFinished it in 4 hoursđâ
Y/NđŚ [11:49PM] âWanna drop it off to me now?â
Jungkook𼴠[11:49PM] âNow?â
Jungkook𼴠[11:50PM] âIsnât it past your bedtime?â
Y/NđŚ [11:51PM] âYes but my cat canât fall asleep without his bedtime storyâ
Y/NđŚ [11:51PM] âđĽşâ
Y/NđŚ [11:51PM] â^^^My catâ
Jungkook𼴠[11:54PM] âomwâ
The boy knocks on your door a few minutes later and does a horrible job of keeping his eyes above shoulder level. It doesnât occur to you that your chest and ass are hanging out of your robe until the chilly air hits those spots.
âAll dressed up for your night with Lauren Christina?â he says casually, handing the book back to you in mint condition.
âI thought you said Christina Lauren doesnât care about my lingerie.â You cross your arms over your chest like it was totally intentional to answer the door in the bare minimum. Jungkookâs sleepwear, on the other hand, looks super cozy. And of fucking course heâs hot as hell in something as simple as sweats and a hoodie. A boy like him doesnât have to put in any thought or effort to look cute.
âI stand by what I said.â He stares at your exposed skin in an almost lustful manner. Almost. âItâs cold out. You should go crawl back in bed and read your cat his bedtime story. Or do you need me to tuck him in, too?â
âHe is quite needy,â you play along. Too bad heâs already fast asleep, all curled up on the couch. You wouldnât mind if Jungkook tucked you in, though.
âWell tell your needy cat I said goodnight.â He takes a step back toward his car, but you know he must realize you didnât call him all the way over here just for your catâs sake.
âJungkook,â you call out while flipping through the book. Once you find the bookmark wedged in the middle, you extend it to him like a peace offering.
He accepts the bookmark albeit with a puzzled expression. âIs this gratuity for delivering your book at this late hour?â
You shake your head. âItâs gratuity for lending me your whale shark gun all the time.â
âWhale shark gun?â He grips the bookmark by the dorsal fin and holds it like a pistol. Itâs aimed at your left breast (or heart) (but breast sounds more accurate).
âThe one from the Gentle Giants collection,â you say softly as you rub your arms because holy shit is it cold out. âIn Valoranch.â
The wheels in his head start to turn as you pull him inside and toward your âwork from homeâ setup in the living room. Your desk is pretty empty aside from the pastel headset, the cute dolphin PokĂŠmon on your desktop wallpaper, and a cold cup of tea.Â
Then he spots the little Valoranch shortcut on the far left corner of your screen. âWait, you really play Valoranch? Whatâs your username?â
Instead of telling him, you show him with the help of your book. Your index finger slides across the bookcover from the C in Christina to the L in Lauren.
His eyes widen like a naughty cat caught doing something it shouldnât be doing.
âThen that means you know aboutâŚâ He pauses because he dare not repeat his feelings for another coworker in front of you.
You nod. âBut I didnât realize it was you until I overheard you talking about it with the guys earlier today.â
âMy voice and backstory didnât give it away?âÂ
âIt definitely sounded like you.â You plop into your chair and start spinning around so he canât get a clear view of your face. âBut how was I supposed to know you had feelings for someone in our office? I still donât know who she is, by the way.â
âYou donât?â Your childlike spins are interrupted by a steady hand. From the corner of your eye, you can see the boyâs face transition from doomed to amused. Good. He shouldnât beat himself up over the bizarre situation.
âNope.â At least you donât have a specific face to imagine being next to Jungkookâs on those corny holiday cards that couples and families love to hand out around the office this time of year. âRegardless, you need to stop chickening out and just tell her how you feel already. If she knows you the way I know you, I promise you have nothing to worry about.â
The thing is, you donât know if anyone else has been on the receiving end of the kinds of things Jungkook does for you. Does he show that side to anyone else but you?
âFine, youâve convinced me. Iâll do it.â He sits himself down beside the cat on the couch. âBut only if you can figure out who it is.â
You give him a tiny nod for him to drop some hints. Of course youâll lend an ear and play along if thatâs what it takes for him to be more open about his feelings. Besides, you canât say no when his voice is so soft and fragile like that.Â
âSheâs on the design team.â Your team is fairly small, so that narrows it down to names and faces youâd actually recognize.
âShe has the most complex coffee order Iâve ever seen.â More complex than yours?
âI impulse-bought that whale shark gun because it reminds me of her.â Someone else has good taste in endangered marine life.
âMy second job includes walking her to her car after work and pretending to be her hottie boyfriend.â Wait.
âAnd lastly, in case all of those other hints werenât obvious enough, she has a needy cat whoâs obsessed with Christina Lauren.â He strokes between your needy kittyâs ears and tucks the little guy in under a blanket. What a lucky cat.Â
Jungkook only stops with the wholesome shit when you climb into his lap and press your lips into his jawline. On instinct, he slips beneath your robe and grabs you at the waist with those gentle hands of his. He smells of cardamom and cedarwood, like the candle you burn on cold nights when fluffy blankets arenât enough. And like a moth, youâre attracted to the light and warmth he radiates in the dimness of your home. Even if it means you might get burned.
âCongratulations, you finally got the name right.â You stick your tongue out while your nails comb their way through the locks of hair at the back of his neck. He locks eyes with you, leaning ever so slightly into the massage the way cats do when they need more attention.
And then your lips meet his. You expect the guy whoâs locked lips with everyone in the office to get straight to the point and not hold back, but that isnât the case. What he gives you instead is a soft graze, an affectionate tease. When you try to go in for another taste, he pulls back and lets you chase him. Youâd love nothing more than to wipe that smirk off his face with another kiss.
âI thought you said you werenât down to date a coworker?â Smartass. You wouldnât be sitting on top of his cock if you werenât down to be more intimate with him.
âThat only applies to everyone except you.â Your robe slides off your shoulder as you poke him in the chest. Funny how you arenât cold anymore.
âWhat makes me so special?â he asks while getting a sneak peek of the pretty lingerie youâd secretly hoped heâd see on you.
You think about all the little things he doesâhe walks with you, reads your book recommendations, takes note of your favorite animals and coffee shops. And he never expects anything in return, including your feelings apparently. He just wants to make sure you feel seen and know he always has your back. When heâs too chicken to be upfront about his feelings, youâve come to realize this is his love language.Â
âYou might be open about all the sleeping around you do with other people, but the subtle thoughtful things you do just for me donât go unnoticed.â You run your fingers along his cheek and bring your lips within striking distance from his. This time, he doesnât initiate another chase and allows you to press your words into his mouth. âPlus I think itâs really cute that you use the whale shark skin in-game because of me.â
âThatâs when I knew I was down bad.â The sound he makes is somewhere between a chuckle and an embarrassed sigh. âI didnât even know you played that game and yet my mind was still finding ways to connect everything back to you and your little quirks.â
âI knew I was down bad when I installed that game after hearing you raging about it with the boys,â you blurt out of nowhere.
âYou did what, Y/N?â
âI started playing that headache of a game because of you, okay? I wholeheartedly believed I was taking that secret to the grave, but now it stays between you and me. Got it?â Your face feels hot, but you arenât complaining.
âYes, maâam.â His teasing grin will never get old, and you love that about him.
In the heat of another kiss, you feel Jungkook tug on the silky sash at your waist. Your robe opens up like curtains being drawn for a grand reveal. Exposed as you are, thereâs no need to hide anymore. In fact, youâd be more than down to have sex out in the open on the couch, but you also have to consider the innocent kitten sleeping next to you.
Like the considerate boy he is, Jungkook scoops you up without disturbing the cat and makes his way to your bedroom.
He lays you down on the bed and eyes your body from head to toe. If he wasnât giving you horny eyes when you greeted him at the door, he definitely is now.
âAm I gonna get you in trouble for keeping you up past your bedtime?â He saves time by tearing his hoodie and t-shirt off in one go. Based on those abs, you suppose working out is another one of his favorite pastimes alongside sex, gaming, and fucking around with you.
âNo.â You reach for his body and pull him on top of you. The large bulge tucked away in his sweatpants catches your attention. âBut I might be a little sore for tomorrow.â
âOh? Is that how you like it?â He rubs two fingers against the thin fabric between your legs to test the waters. Your body shudders and tenses up from the tiniest of touches. Given the dry spell youâve suffered through this year, you know it wonât take much for you to lose it. âSure you can handle it?â
âTry me.â You push back with your tongue in his mouth and help him out of his sweats. Youâre one swipe away from clawing his boxers off, but he grabs ahold of your wrists and pins you against the pillows.
âSomeoneâs awfully eager,â he says as he leaves a trail of kisses from your neck to your breasts. You squirm under his hot breath, asking for more contactâanywhere on your body will do.
âYeah, well, we do have another meeting bright and early tomorrow morning, and itâd look bad if we both fell asleep during it because we were up all night havingââ Your rambling is interrupted by the boyâs cock staring you down. He tears open a square packet, but you swipe it away and slide it down his length. You donât mind a bit of rubber if it gives you an excuse to get your paws on him.
In return, he helps you wiggle out of your teeny tiny thong and bra. His hands waste no time in squeezing your breasts and fingering you down below to make sure youâre wet enough. (Spoiler alert: You most definitely are.)
As big as he is, he slides in with relative ease thanks to how desperately you need him inside you. He fills you in perfectly, too, reaffirming the fact that you and him are perfect for one another. Fuck everyone who thinks otherwise.
You dig your long nails into his arms as he moves in and out of you. If he keeps going harder with every thrust, youâre gonna have a difficult time holding on.
âI swear your nails are like cat claws,â he grunts into your ear but makes no actual effort to extract your nails from his arms.
âIf I recall correctly, you did refer to me as a soft kitten who isnât afraid to bring her claws out,â you hum up at him.
âHey, letâs not talk about all the sappy things I said in-game right now.â Thereâs a hint of poutiness in his otherwise raspy bedroom voice. As punishment for teasing him, he flips you over onto your knees to give him the best view of your ass. âYou werenât supposed to hear that stuff.â
âTell me something Iâm supposed to hear,â you challenge him as he gives your ass a good squeeze. His fingers dip back between your legs and circle your clit a few times. You body rubs back on instinct like a horny pup against a toy.
âI would like to formally ask you out,â he says with his hands at your hips and his cock back inside you. "Will you go out with me?"
âYou're a little late, buddy, but yes, Iâll go out with you,â you chuckle until your orgasm sneaks up on you and hits you like a truck. The moans you let out are probably loud enough to wake the cat, but that just means the two of you will have to relocate the next time you have sex. Perhaps his place or the office breakroom might be worth considering.Â
Your arms give out as you tighten around him, so you lower your face to the pillow and let the boy do as he pleases to your body to get his release. After a few more strong thrusts, he gasps your name out in pleasure and pulls out of you. You give him a good ten seconds to catch his breath before you smother him with a million kisses.
You take a glance at the time on your phone. Itâs getting awfully late, and you do have that meeting in the morning, but the two of you have a few options:
A) Cuddle in bed and go to sleep like normal 9-5ers.
B) Hop online and play a few games together because your computerâs still on.
C) Go another round and make a special coffee run before the meeting.
None of those options sound like a bad idea when youâve got Jeon Jungkook to do them with. All he has to do is say the word and you're down.
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â¨Small Canon Things in Ninjago That Arenât Necessarily Important to the Plot, but Important to Me Pt 2â¨
(in honor of the first post reaching 2.5k notes)
1. the reason the ninja canât summon their elemental dragons anymore is bc theyâre too traumatized
2. Kai takes laxatives
3. Lloyd felt responsible for Nyaâs sacrifice
4. Morro took a shot while he was in Lloydâs body
5. Coleâs favorite color is orange
6. Chamille, the master of form, is a âbad girlâ post s4
7. the ninja were literal children when they waltzed into Chenâs tournament and proceeded to beat all the adult EMs in the competition
8. prior to seabound, Nya resented her parents for not being there in her childhood, her mother more so than her father (â¨mommy issuesâ¨)
9. Nya is hyper-independent as a result of her childhood; while Kai is more openly accepting to his parents because he has a better memory of them
10. Wu was close enough with Lilly that he could remember whether or not she wore a necklace
11. Cliff Gordon was a âwomanizerâ
12. Lloyd didnât naturally hit puberty until s8
13. Cole and Jay are best friends
14. whether or not you see Pixane as a bf/gf situation in canon, they are canonically soulmates
15. Jay has not yet received his inheritance letter
16. at least up until the Merge, Zaneâs statue is still in downtown Ninjago City
17. ninjago citizens are fully aware their only protection are six super-powered teens/young adults
18. the ninja are still famous, public figures
19. Jay is the only ninja who hasnât died (yet)
20. despite being a terrible actor, Lloyd is always sent on the undercover missions
21. the ninja are on first name basis with each others parents
22. Coleâs favorite genre of music is soft rock
23. Zane has selective memory
24. after Nyaâs sacrifice, each ninja depicted a different stage of grief (Zane-Denial, Kai-Anger, Lloyd-Depression, Jay-Bargaining, and Cole-Acceptance)
25. Cole never actually had feelings for Nya, he was just flattered by the attention and petty about Jay being mad at him
26. elements react based on the masterâs emotions
27. Jay is so emotionally dependent on being around other people that he loses his mind when heâs alone for too long
28. Lloyd had a chat with god and wasnât impressed
29. Coleâs snoring can be heard throughout the monastery
30. Nya is not a morning person
31. Kai and Skylor have been in a situationship since s4
32. Lloyd being the grandson of god is not common knowledge
33. the group of civilians that were on the bounty when Cole fell are probably the only ones who truly realize the danger the ninja put themselves in on the regular to protect the city, and how close they are with each other
34. Wu didnât want to tell the ninja about the green ninja prophecy because he was afraid of having a repeat of Morro
35. since s8 at the very least, the ninja all shared a room on the bounty until the monastery was rebuilt
36. Jayâs confidence in his own abilities fully depends on what others believe heâs capable of
37. several villains have called the ninja out on being âjust a bunch of kids,â and then proceeded to get their shit rocked by said kids
38. the overlord can gloat to Lloyd all he wants to in crystallized, but fact of the matter is Lloyd defeated him when he was like twelve
39. Kai and Nya raised and took care of each other, it wasnât just Kai doing all of the work
40. Kai is two years older than Nya
41. Zaneâs biggest fear is losing his humanity
42. Lloydâs biggest fear is becoming his father
43. Nyaâs biggest fear is losing her individuality
44. Coleâs biggest fear is letting his family down
45. we the audience are the only ones who see the characters as legos; theyâre real people in-universe
46. Kai likes spicy food
47. while elemental masters are immune to their elements to some extent, their elements can also be shown to hurt them in some circumstances
and as always, feel free to add on!!
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[ Demo TBA ] ⢠Character descriptions ⢠Pinterest â˘
Genres: Slice of life, drama, mystery, romance
WCV is rated 18+ for explicit language, violence, alcohol and drug use, and explicit sexual content.
Life's taken a nosediveâno apartment, no job, no friends. Desperation pushes you to cling to a chance from a kindly stranger offering a ticket to a town hidden beyond mountains and plains, a place people don't seek but always seem to need.
Welcome to Whitecreek Valley, where the Brass Pine Ranch needs your unique skills to mend a crumbling homestead, and a crumbling family. As you tackle the decay of the ranch and the town alongside the rancher's son, deeper troubles emergeâlivestock falling ill sparks fears of a town on the brink of extinction. Can you navigate this community, help them rejuvenate, or will it become another link in the list of ghost towns of America's Wikipedia page?
FEATURES
Customization: Appearance, personality, gender & sexuality, what job they had before, their hobbies, etc. Choose how they feel about being a farmhand, how they're adjusting to the rural life, and - with your choices - how the town as a whole sees them. Are they part of the community or an perpetual outsider?
Skills: Depending on your previous job, you'll have a unique set of skills to help the community. Choose to learn new skills, like woodworking, bronc riding, or sheep shearing, to mention a few.
Animal husbandry: The distances around Whitecreek Valley are hefty, so it's necessary to have at least a horse to get around. Choose your favorite out of a cast of individual equines, each with their own personalities. Also, help a calf into this world and realize how fun it is to raise a baby cow! As long as you're in good standing with the rest of the herd, of course.
Rebuilding: Try your best to rebuild the Brass Pine ranch, and the town adjacent. The better job you manage, the more opportunities (and challenges) come your way.
Community outreach: A dying town is still home, and there are stories to be heard, problems to solve. Lend a helping hand to your new community and see how one kindness can pay itself back.
Romance: Not everyone in town is adverse to strangers, and if your heart yearns romance, there is a chance for a spark along the way. Just be careful as to who you're trying to woo in front of whom. Small town gossips, we've all seen it.
Mystery: There's something hanging over the valley, like a rot in the air. Why are people moving out? Why are exports not moving out? And who's behind the animals getting sick? Don you detective hat and lend a hand to the entire four local police officers working the bizarre case.
THE LOCALS (RO'S)
THE RANCHER'S SON
Mason "Mace" Gannon - 27 - he/him
He used to be so much fun. I miss hanging out with him, out by the bonfires. He'd always make everyone feel so included and happy, and oh, that homemade cider he'd bring? Warmed us up on those chilly late fall nights, when we had nothing else to do. Did I tell you about the time he got us all to go skinny dipping? He was such a charmer, I wonder --
Imagine Mace as your human golden retriever â the guy who's a blast to be around, a bit mischievous, and the first to rush to your aid whenever you need it. After being gone for five years to live his rodeo dreams, he's back, now the sole caretaker of the family ranch in his hometown. He goes to great lengths to keep his personal issues personal, and it's the butt of many jokes how he's always there to help others but has the worst time asking for help himself.
He's you boss, and probably one of the best you'll ever get. Just don't pay mind to the spats between him and his dad.
THE BARTENDER
Alice Marks - 25 - she/her
Alice, she's a feisty one! Like her poppa, rest his soul. How I love the drinks she comes up with at the bar, and that horse of hers! She could go into rodeo, but I don't think after what happened with her pa... Oh, but she's a wonder! Always there with a quip, how they drive her suitors mad. Good thing she stopped with the talk about moving away, the town would be so dull without her!
Alice is the town's most known inhabitant, running the show from the only bar in town, which she just happens to own. Her mind is like a machine for fun, and she's the brain behind all the pop-up events and happenings around town. Sure, she can be a bit like a hurricane of enthusiasm, but hey, that's Alice for you. If the town had a social heartbeat, it'd be Alice â the vibrant, smartass soul making everyday life feel like a blessing.
THE DEPUTY
Word of the wise: Never challenge Alice to a drinking game. You will lose, spectacularly, and it'll all be on film.
Judge Gannon - 34 - he/him
Judge is a bit strange, don't you think? He just vanished as soon as he turned eighteen and popped back out of nowhere! That must've been, let's see... Five years ago? He doesn't spend much time with us commoners though, but I think I've seen him at the bar once or twice. I don't actually think he knows how to make nice with people, he always has that glower on. Gets it from his dad, let me tell you --
Bold and straight to the point, Judge isn't out here trying to be intimidating â it just kinda happens. If his brother is a golden retriever, he's definitely the doberman of the family. He's got this brash, no-nonsense vibe that some folks mistake for arrogance, especially when they try laying on the charm and he's not having it. He steers clear of small talk unless it involves his job, and when duty calls, he's more than ready to throw down to protect his town and county.
There's this local urban legend that he cracked a smile once, but it's like spotting a unicorn â not everyone's buying it.
THE LAWYER
Mercedes "Sadie" DiĂĄz - 32 - she/her
The new girl, yes! Oh, a beauty! And so curious. I do love sitting down with her though, oh the stories she brings from the big city, so intriguing! I hear she finds our town intriguing too, the mayor once - don't tell anyone I told you this - the mayor once said he caught her breaking into the city hall archives! I know, scandalous, but good on her, maybe now someone will argue that my neighbors fence post --
Sadie, the big-shot lawyer from the city, doing her solo act in town. When she's not in court, folks are lining up just to get a piece of the urban tales she's got. A trailblazer and truth-seeker, she's got this knack for poking her nose where it probably shouldn't be, and surprise, she knows more local secrets than the town gossip. Sure, she's all passionate and calculated, a bit out of sync with the town's warmth, but hey, that logical mind of hers might just shake things up and get the town back on track.
It's a well known fact that she could get access to places with the right documents, but she herself has said it's more fun to pick locks. Go figure.
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SEVEN ROYALTIES
âonce upon a time there was a prince, who did anything he could to be with the love of his lifeâ â park sunghoon.
park sunghoon x fem!reader genre: childhood friends to enemies to lovers , one sided love somewhere into the story , heavy angst , fluff ! warnings: characterâs death (not a main character) , curse words. (lmk if i missed something pls!) || NOT FULLY PROOFREAD!!
WORD-COUNT ; 5.5K+
NOTE. wow i dont even know where to start! itâs been a real while! i think like more than a month, iâm extremely sorry for being gone, school is so stressful, but i got some time to write now and honestly? i missed it so much!! hopefully youâd like this part and donât let it fool you, just because iâve been gone for a while doesnât mean iâm not continuing this wonderful series!! it was also supposed to be enemies to lovers but i honestly failed miserably and idk how to define it- some mentions of sunooâs story are dropped here too :)
âwhy do you always look at me like that?â
âlike what?â
âlike iâm the most precious thing youâve ever sawâ
a few years into your childhood and you were already been told that youâre going to marry off to someone as soon as possible.
you, being the second princess and the least favorite one, had to deal with a lot of struggles through your childhood.
everyone loved your older sister more, praised her, cherished her, spoiled her, gave her whatever she wants.
you, on the other hand, had to work hard in terms of getting what you wanted.
you always looked up to your older sister, you canât lie, you definitely understand why sheâs getting all the attention to herself without even trying.
your mom is your favorite person, sheâs actually your best friend.
some kids have hard time deciding what to answer when theyâre being asked whoâs their favorite parent, but you definitely know the answer already.
itâs your dad that never bats an eye to you, your mom however always tries to maintain her attention to both you and your sister. youâd do anything for your mom.
as much as youâre happy that youâre at least not a second option in your momâs perspective, the king is the one whoâs more dominant.
youâve always tried to get your fatherâs attention, even for a mere second, but he always pushed you away, making you feel unworthy and sad.
at age six, you were forced to go with your mom to one of her friendâs kingdom, your neighbor kingdom.
everyone in royalty knows about the good friendship your kingdoms have, and theyâre all surprised it still keeps on going.
royalty comes with a dangerous risk, people will always look at anything you do, and will not hesitate to attack if you happened to do something theyâre not a fond of.
your kingdom suffered lots of wars, but won almost all of them.
at the very same day you were forced to go with your mom, you also met the person who finally had all their attention on you, the person who you could rely on no matter when.
âiâm y/n!â you extended your hand out with a smile.
âiâm sunghoonâ he whispered and you tilt your head. he wasnât shaking your hand and you couldnât even hear him.
âwhat?â
âiâm sunghoonâ
âi cant hear you!!â you shout and put your ear really close to his mouth.
âiâm sunghoon!â he shouted into your ear and you fell down while holding your ear.
âyou did that on purpose didnât you!â you pout and he laughed.
thatâs when you realized his cute smile and the little dimples that grew on his cheeks.
he was cute, a cute and shy prince, you could get along perfectly with him.
and you actually did. you spent the rest of your visit just roaming around their castle.
he introduced you his six brothers, they were all very nice and funny, but only sunghoon interested you.
he told you about his interests and you told him about yours.
âi want to learn how to skate!â he said and you noticed his eyes growing in excitement while talking about it.
âit sounds really interesting!â you smiled and cheered him.
âwhat about you?â
âi actually donât knowâ you sighed, âi want my father to pay more attention to meâ
âwho needs your father when you have me? iâll be always here for youâ he smiled.
âreally?â you asked and he nodded, âreallyâ
âpromise me!â you held out your pinky and he locked his with yours, âi think promises are stupid, but only for you i promise to never leave you sideâ
âwhy are they stupid?â
âbecause sometimes you regret them, or even forget them, and you cant keep them foreverâ
growing up with sunghoon was something you could never explain.
having to suffer your fatherâs comparisons between you and your sister was something, but having to see sunghoon going through puberty was something else. scarier indeed.
the both of you were inseparable, to the point where your parents even started talking about marriage between the two of you when you were twelve.
every now and then in your teenage years, youâd come around his castle, your second home.
whenever you were pissed off with your father or just wanted some quiet, youâd find yourself going back to sunghoon, only he knew how to make you feel ten times better.
âwhat are you reading?â he asked you.
you were laying your head on his lap as he sat under a tree, it was a peaceful day and you wanted to enjoy some time with him.
âjust some fairytale storiesâ you put your book on your stomach and looked at him who was already looking down at you.
âwishing it was you?â he teased.
you rolled your eyes and smacked the book on his head, âfairytales are the best!â
you returned to read the book while he kept staring at you.
âread for meâ he asked and you looked at him, sharing an eye contact.
âheyâ
âhm?â
âwhy do you always look at me like that?â
âlike what?â
âlike iâm the most precious thing youâve ever sawâ
sunghoon coughed a bit and looked away, âjust start reading please, im interestedâ
âthe princess then took the princeâs hand and held it tightly, slowly closing the gap between them and leaning in for a kissââ
ânever mind! iâll just go sleepâ sunghoon threw you off him and laid down next to you.
âyou couldâve done that nicely!â you scoffed and he laughed.
he canât explain it, but something about you makes him feel warm and comfortable. he loves your company more than anything else in this world and thereâs nothing he loves more than staring at your gorgeous face.
spending a few years together made him long for you more and more every day that heâs not next to you.
he fell in love with you, and he fell hard.
you werenât better either, every day without sunghoon for you felt like eternity.
heâs the only person you can see your future with, the only person who loves you for who you are and the only person that has his full attention on you.
you trust him more than you trust yourself and you family members.
on royal events, youâd be acting like a married couple, shooing away the singles royals that wants to catch you.
you belong to sunghoon and sunghoon belongs to you.
âitâs nice to meet you prince sunghoonâ one filthy princess introduced herself to sunghoon while you stood by his side, holding his arm.
âlikewise, meet my wife, y/nâ he said, clearly uninterested in the princess but as soon as he looked over his side and met your eyes a smile formed on his face.
the princess scoffed and went away, finally letting you and sunghoon laugh it off.
âdid you see the way she looked at you when you said you have a wife?â you held a hand over your chest, out of breath because of the amount of air you let out.
âplease, it was so funny iâll remember it for longâ he nodded and you continued making jokes about everyone around you.
you shared your first kiss with sunghoon when you were fifteen.
âi love cherry blossomsâ you said as you walked together with sunghoon under the cherry blossoms.
it was one of your favorite things to do with him, walking through the long road, hand in hand.
âand i love youâ he let out.
âwhat?â
âwhat?â he repeated after you.
âwhat did you sa-â
he cut you off with a kiss, your first kiss.
cherry blossoms fell from the trees and the wind caressed your skin.
his lips were soft, locked with your lips. it was perfect, the kind of fairytale you were always wishing you could have finally came true, with the person you loved the most.
when you parted your lips to get some air, both of you giggled and he put his forehead against yours.
âi said i love youâ he smiled.
âi love you tooâ
regardless of the sudden confession, you decided to stay as friends, and when the both of you will feel ready, youâd try it out.
at age sixteen, your motherâs condition started to go downhill. she got sick and had to take medical exams every now and then, ever since then, you decided to spend time with her as much as you could.
âgood morning mom! how are you feeling today?â you asked with a huge smile on your face when you saw your mother.
âfeeling as usual, nothing newâ she gave you a weak smile, âhave you eaten yet?â
you shook your head, âi was at the garden after father had his daily complains over me, i needed to take some breathesâ
your mother nodded and hugged you, âiâm sorry your father is like that, if being a selfish father was a competition heâd definitely winâ
both of you giggled and spent a few hours together.
you never told sunghoon anything about your motherâs condition, every time heâd ask about her well-beings youâd say sheâs doing well but sheâs too busy with duties, and heâd suspect nothing.
at the age seventeen, your motherâs condition worsened, she had doctors around her all the time.
âhello motherâ you smiled.
ây/n! good morningâ she tried to smile back.
âhow are youââ
âi must ask you something before itâs too lateâ she cut you off.
âwhat is it?â
âiâve been thinking about it for a while, and it might be silly and selfish of me to ask you to do thatâ she sighed, âplease promise me youâre going to marry sunghoonâ
âwhat?â you asked confused.
âheâs treating you well y/n, i donât think iâve ever seen you happier than when youâre with him. youâre perfect for each otherâ she nodded, âi donât have much time left, hearing you promising youâd marry the man who makes you the happiest, would help me leave peacefully, to know that youâre going to live the life you deserveâ
âi promise mom, i promise iâll marry him but please, you have much time left, donât say such nonsense!â
your mother hugged you and thanked you. guess it wasnât so well-hidden that you were in love with sunghoon.
on one of the days your father called you. before walking inside his room you rolled your eyes, what kind of a complain he has now?
âhello fatherâ you looked at him coldly.
ây/n,â he called, âi need to ask you to do somethingâ
âhuh?â you looked over him confused, âyou never ask me for favorsâ
âyour sister is too busy with her duties, so i trust you with this oneâ he shortly explained.
âokay,â you nodded, âwhat is it?â
âi need you to come with me to visit the other neighbor kingdomââ
âbut we were never on good terms with them, theyâre hybeâs kingdom biggest rivals too!â you cut him off.
âtheyâre the only ones that can help us with your motherâs condition. we must do anything we can to help herâ your father sighed, âthey have a son whoâs interested in you, they requested to see you tooâ
you shook your head, âiâm not interested in himââ
âthis is the only way to help your mother!â he shout and you backed away.
âwhat about hybe kingdom! canât they help in any kind of way?â you argued.
your father shook his head, âthey canât do anything about it, and they must not know about your motherâs conditionâ
âso going to the rival kingdom and risking your good friendship is better?â
âyouâre coming with me and itâs finalâ
a few days before your visit in your neighbor kingdom, sunghoon came over.
before he went to search for you, he heard two servants talking about something that drawn him to it.
âdid you hear about y/nâs motherâs condition?â one of them said.
âit keeps on getting worse, poor y/n! i heard she has to go to the other kingdom to ask for their help together with the kingâ the other replied.
âi heard theyâre the only ones that could help! hybe kingdom knows nothing about it because they donât want to bother them too much, i also heard the son of the other kingdom is interested in y/n, what about prince sunghoon!â
âpoor them, i just hope she wonât end up with their son. i was rooting for y/n and sunghoon endgameâ
âagree, i also heard their daughter is interested in sunghoon! this is riskyâ she shook her head.
ây/n is strong, she wonât marry the son i just know itâ they both nodded their heads and sunghoon slowly walked back.
he refuses to believe what he just heard. y/nâs motherâs condition worsens? y/n marrying someone else? heâll never let that happen.
âsunghoon!â you called and hugged him, âi was searching for you instead of you searching for meâ
sunghoon was not responding, he was too deep in thoughts and didnât know how to stop them.
âsunghoon?â you waved your heads in front of him and he finally came back on track.
âi was just thinking about somethingâ he smiled.
âwould you like to talk about it?â you smiled warmly at him.
how could you smile so widely when youre going through all of this?
âitâs not something that should bother youâ he smiled and kissed your cheeks.
you spent the rest of the day looking out for sunghoon, he was different today, as much as he didnât want to show it, you noticed.
the next day sunghoon found himself standing in front of his biggest rival kingdom. he never thought heâd have to step his leg into this kingdom, but heâd do anything for you as long as he could.
âpark sunghoon! iâve never thought iâd witness a hybe royal inside my kingdom!â the king teased.
sunghoon closed his eyes and clenched his jaw, âi need your help and youâre the only one that can help meâ he said firmly.
âweâre rivals, why would i want to help you?â
âbecause i have something you wantâ he sighed, âiâll be getting my kingdom sooner or later, iâll give it to you together with my crownâ
âyouâll lose your crown for something possibly stupid?â
âi need you to help princess y/nâs kingdom. the queenâs condition is getting worse. i heard you gave the best doctors that can help herâ
the king laughed, âyouâre doing this for y/n and not for yourself? what a stupid prince you are!â
sunghoon looked away, fighting the urge not to stab the king and fight him.
âvery well, i will help in exchange of your crownâ
their agreement was that the king will send his best doctors to help your mother, and as soon as sunghoon will get his crown, heâll give it to the king. if one of them breaks the agreement, itâs off.
a few days passed, and it was supposed to be your visit day in the other kingdom, except that it got canceled.
âdid you tell anyone about this visit?!â your father shout at you and you shook your head.
âhow come he sent me this stupid letter saying that if we step into his kingdom heâll declare a war!â
âi donât know! i did nothing!â you argued.
âsomething stopped him, more like someone! iâm going to find out who did this!â your father roamed outside his room, slamming the door harshly and you flinched.
a week passed and your motherâs condition wasnât doing any better, the doctors told you it was already time to say goodbye but you refused to do so, you refuse to believe you wonât be able to see your mother everyday soon.
everything was too overwhelming and stressful, you decided to go to your second home, you needed some comfort and itâs been a while since you saw sunghoon anyway.
âwhat are you up to?â you found him in the castleâs garden, deep in thoughts.
âjust thinking about somethingâ
âby something you mean me?â you teased and he smiled, not answering your question because the answer is quite obvious.
you then hugged him tightly, and sighed deeply as you rest your forehead on his shoulder.
âis everything okay?â he caressed your back slowly.
âmy mom isnât doing well latelyâ you finally confessed. you had to let it all out and tell sunghoon the truth.
âsheâs sick, too sick. and the last week was such a roller coaster, her condition isnât getting better and itâs our time to say our final goodbyes, iâm not ready for that sunghoonâ you sobbed, âiâm sorry for dumping it all on you and telling you all of this now when itâs late i justââ
âitâs okayâ even though he already knew about your motherâs condition, he was so glad that you finally opened it up and told him, âiâm here for youâ
he held you tighter than before and whispered sweet comfort words that always knew how to calm you down.
right after you left he thought about what happened.
he made a deal with the other kingdom, the king was supposed to help your mother, how come her condition worsened? something didnât make sense to him at all.
âsunghoon!â his father called him and sunghoon rushed to the kingâs room.
âyes father?â
âyouâre getting married to our biggest rivals daughter and didnât even tell us? are you out of your mind?â he shout.
sunghoon couldâve swore that in that moment his heart stopped beating, âwhat?â he asked in disbelief.
âthe other king sent us a letter! inviting us to your wedding with his daughter! weâve never been so humiliated, how could you betray your family?â his mother interrupted.
sunghoon shook his head, âthere must be a misunderstandingââ
âhow come?â the king asked, âyour name is written on that letter! and it was probably sent to all the other kingdoms!!â
âwhat about y/n?!â his mother asked and his eyes widened.
ây/nâŚ?â
âhow do you think sheâll feel receiving that letter? huh?â
âno, no! none of this is true! you must believe me!â
âexplain yourself then! weâre here waiting!â sunoo, one of sunghoonâs brother argued.
sunghoon sighed, shutting his eyes tightly and clenching his fists, ây/nâs mother, the queen, her condition is getting worse. sheâs been awfully sick for a few years already, i overheard their servants talking about how only the other kingdom could help her because they donât want to bother us. so i went to them myself, i made a deal with the king that heâll help the queen in exchange of my throneââ
âare you out of yourââ
âjay! let him talkâ the queen shushed him.
âyes! i was ready to give up my crown if it means i can help her in any way!â sunghoon sighed, âthe king obviously did nothing and lied to me! and now apparently im âmarrying his daughterâ you know damn well thatâs never going to happen because i want to marry y/n!â
sunghoonâs mother wiped out her tears and hugged sunghoon, âiâm sorry you had to go through this, you couldâve told usââ
âi didnât want to bother you too, this story is complicated than you thinkâ
âwhat about y/nâs motherâs condition?â the king asked quietly.
ây/n said itâs been getting worse, they started to say their final goodbyesâ sunghoon whispered and the room became quiet, as a respect for the queen.
âyou should go to her, to check on herâ heeseung suddenly spoke.
âyeah, i bet she needs someone by her side right nowâ jungwon added.
sunghoon nodded and with his parentsâ approval he went to your kingdom.
he searched for you around and saw you staring at your garden, he smiled for himself and tapped your shoulder.
âheyâ he said.
âwhat are you doing here?â you asked coldly.
âwhat?â he tilt his head, âiâm here to visit youâ
âdonât you have a wedding to go get prepared to?â you scoffed, âgo away park, youâre not welcomed here anymoreâ
sunghoon had been stabbed a few times in his life, but your words hurt him more than ten stabs at once.
âyou have to listen to me iââ
âthereâs nothing to explain! i got the letter, saw your name on it and it was enough for me to understand this was all a game for youâ you shout, âi canât believe i actually believed your bullshitâ
âi hate you, park sunghoonâ you spit out, nothing but hate is in your fierce glance at him. he just chuckled, âyou donât mean thatâ
âoh i do,â you nodded, âand to think that i actually promised my mom iâll be marrying youâ you chuckled in disbelief.
âlooking back at that promise, i realize why you used to believe that promises are stupidâ you added.
âiâm sorryâ he apologized, âsorry isnât going to change anything, is it?â
ây/nââ
âjust get out, pleaseâ you were being nice, asking him to leave and pointing your hands to the door although he already knew where to go.
sunghoon didnât want to bother you, he thought youâd probably relax in a day or two, and heâd be able to talk it out with you.
you canât just erase all your feelings and delete all your memories after so many years, right?
as soon as he got out he went to the other kingdom, to finally get some sense into that stupid, useless king.
âpark sunghoon! so nice to see you my son-in-law!â the king said and sunghoon only wanted to punch his face.
âwedding? with your daughter? son-in-law? youâre out of your fucking mind!â he spit out.
the king only laughed in his face, âwhy? wouldnât you like to be my son? iâll take good care of youâ
sunghoon rolled his eyes, âthe deal is canceled, you wonât get any crown or another kingdom, fix whatever you did, you ruined my life anyway and you never even helped y/nâs motherâ
âoh but i feel like i havenât ruined your life enoughâ
âcut it off, we both know my kingdom will finish you once weâll declare a warâ
âwhat makes you think that?â
âi didâ another voice was heard in the room.
sunghoonâs father stepped in and put his hand on sunghoonâs shoulder.
âand iâm afraid i also know too many secrets about you, old friendâ he teased, âleave my son alone, and donât you dare ruin his life again. he did a mistake asking for your help but he did what he had to doâ
sunghoonâs father then dragged him out of the kingdom back to theirs.
right after sunghoon left your room, you went out to breathe and relax your brain a bit.
how could sunghoon do this to you? everything he ever said to you, every hug, every joke, was it all a lie to him?
there must be a reason behind it, but youâre too hurt to even care about it. no reason could be enough for you right now.
you decided to focus on being next to your mother, spending her last days together and showing her the brightest side of you, you didnât tell her anything and she didnât suspect anything so you just left it be.
three days passed ever since you last heard from sunghoon.
you miss him, you miss everything and anything about him. you needed his comfort the most right now, but you couldnât bring yourself to see him.
ây/n, sunghoon is here to pay a visitâ one of your servants informed you.
âtell him i donât want to see him,â you sighed, âand tell him to take careâ you whispered that line.
you refused to see him in any cost. youâre too angry to even care about his feelings right now. all you could feel is betrayal, and hurt.
in one of the next days, you went out to the garden to read some books and write on your diary.
when you got back inside the castle you saw your motherâs doctors standing with their heads down.
âweâre sorry your highness, we did everything we couldâ they said and couldnât even make eye contact with you as their eyes were full with tears.
you froze there for a few minutes, you knew this day would come but could never prepare yourself enough for that. you didnât want to believe this day would come so fast.
âplease tell me iâm dreamingâ you told them but they shook their heads, âweâre very sorry yourââ
they got cut off when they saw you falling to the ground, sobbing and covering your eyes.
you were crying like a little child who lost their ice cream, refusing to get up and screaming at everything.
the last few days were just about you and her, she taught you everything you needed to know about life and royalty.
âyou need to be a good wife to sunghoon!â she smiled.
âmom! he has to be a good husband before that!â
âyouâre right! if heâs being mean tell him youâd leave him and take all of his moneyâ she joked and you giggled.
âi donât need moneyâ
âyou donât, but you do need to annoy him and help him realize heâs nothing without you!â
all of those memories past by your mind all day, thinking about your dear mother, who was there for you when no one else was.
âwhoâs going to be by my side now, mom?â you asked quietly, âi already miss you so muchâ
it was dinner time in hybeâs kingdom, all seven brothers sat together with their parents.
âsunoo, weâve found the perfect wife for you! youâre going to meet her at the ballroom on ni-kiâs birthday!! isnât that exciting?â the queen clapped in excitement.
âyeah, very exciting!â sunoo tried to sound cheerful, but failed miserably in sunghoonâs eyes.
he pitied his younger brother for being the only one whoâs being forced to someone he doesnât even know.
sunoo explain multiple times to his parents that he wants to marry someone out of love, and that he believes that when itâs time, heâll meet the one for him. but his parents turned deaf to his thoughts.
âi already met her once, sheâs really pretty! the perfect pair for you!â
âyour highnessâ a few servants came into the room and interrupted the dinner.
âis it important? weâre having dinner right nowââ
âqueen (name) of (name) kingdom is no longer with usâ the servants lowered their heads as a respect and the king got up from his seat instantly.
sunghoonâs eyes widened, he was left speechless and froze in his place.
âweâll be going to pay our respects tomorrow morning together, prepare yourselvesâ the king said and left the dining room.
sunghoon didnât know what to do. it has already been a week and heâs been trying to reach out to you, but you rejected him every time.
he sent you letters but didnât get any back. he was hopeless.
what is he supposed to do now? he didnât even say his last goodbye to his mother-in-law.
the next day, you received loads of letters from loads of kingdoms, thanking the queen for her service and mourning her death.
hybeâs kingdom however, came personally to comfort you and the rest of your family.
the king and the queen, and six of their children. yes, only six of them. one of them was missing.
park sunghoon didnât come to comfort you.
âweâre very sorry to hear the devastating news, the queen was the kindest soul weâve ever got to meetâ the king shook your fatherâs hands and pat his back.
the six sons came to you and hugged you. you hugged them back and broke down. the six sons already became your brothers long time ago, you felt safe around them.
âweâre sorry y/n, weâre here for you nowâ heeseung, the oldest one said with a comforting smile.
as much as you were thankful for them, you were hoping to see a certain person, a person who didnât even bother showing up.
it only added up to your anger on him, how could he do that? what happened to always being there for you?
âsunghoon felt a bit sick and unwell today, he couldnât get up from his bed, he really wanted to comeâ the queen smiled weakly at you and you returned the smile.
you spent the rest of the day with your six brothers, completely forgetting about your father and sister, they were here to comfort you and be with you.
âsunoo,â you called out, âhm?â he answered quietly.
âis sunghoon really sick?â you asked and he nodded, âi think the news about your mother caught him off guard, he couldnât even speak after he heard the newsâ
you pressed your lips together and nodded, âplease wish him well, i hope heâll get better as soon as possibleâ
âi will do thatâ he smiled warmly at you.
just because youâre hurt by him, doesnât mean you donât care about him. he still holds a big place in your heart.
the next days passed by slowly, you spent most of your time in your room, sometimes even refusing to get out for a whole day.
sunghoon crossed your mind every day. your last words to him crossed your mind every day too.
you said you hate him, but you lied. you love him, you love him too much that it hurts.
you feel too betrayed and hurt by him but itâs somehow the last thing that interests you.
you just need to see him and hug him. but your ego wouldnât let you.
so you waited for him to fight for you, you knew heâd try again, and again, and again, thatâs just the person that he is.
after a while of isolating yourself in your room, you decided to get out and read some books.
thatâs what your mom would want you to do, to move on and start a new life.
as you were reading your book, you heard a familiar voice calling you.
ây/n,â your heart skipped a beat. you were too scared to turn around and see the person you were so hoping to see for so long.
âplease tell me youâre not who i think you areâ you breathed slowly.
âiâm sorryâ he let out.
you finally decided to turn around and you met his eyes. itâs been a while since you last saw him, you missed staring at his beautiful face, and his beautiful moles that made his face look ten times better, his kissable lips that always felt soft against yours, you missed everything about him.
âplease,â he whispered, âplease hear me out this timeâ
you blinked a few times, still not believing that heâs actually in front of you.
âyou didnât show up when i needed you the most, you betrayed me and lied to me, why would i listen to any of your excuses now?â you argued, but deep down you wanted to hear him so badly.
ây/n pleaseâ he pleaded, âjust listen to what i have to say, and itâs up to you wether to believe it or not, just please, i donât want us to break apart without you hearing the reason behind itâ
you let out a few tears to fall and slowly nodded, he was right, you never let him to explain himself, you were too selfish and cared about your feeling that you didnât even care about his.
he told you the whole story from the start, and you were sobbing your heart out.
âiâm sorry,â you let out, âiâm sorry for refusing to listen to you, iâm sorry for rejecting you so many times, iâm sorry for telling you that i hate youââ
âstop apologizing stupid,â he chuckled, âitâs over now isnât it? weâre even now right?â
âitâs over now, promise me you wonât ever hide from me something like that againâ you extended out your pinky.
âbut you said that promises are stuââ
ânot when it comes to youâ you smiled.
instead of locking his pinky with you he cupped your face and pulled you into a kiss.
âi love you y/n, iâm sorry it took me a while to get back to youâ he whispered.
âi love you too sunghoon, im sorry for rejecting you multiple timesâ you giggled.
âfinally! get married already and leave this kingdom please!â you heard your sister in the back.
âiâm sorry that my sister canât be a bit more like your brothersâ you awkwardly smiled and sunghoon laughed.
âsheâs right though, letâs get married as soon as possible and get our own kingdomâ he pecked your lips.
âIN TWO DAYS??â
âwell you said you wanted to get married as soon as possible! i already planned everything!â sunghoonâs mother smiled and hugged the both of you.
âcanât say iâm not biased, iâve been shipping the two of you ever since you both metâ the king added.
âare they gonna have babies as soon as possible now too?â
âNI-KI!!!!â
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pairing. gojo satoru x f! reader
genre. smut, pwp, friends to lovers
warnings. explicit sexual content, hair-pulling, raw sex, female masturbation, handjob, fingering, mating press, lots of cum, squirting, loss of virginity, uneditet
words. 5k
summary. Gojo Satoru has absolutely no business knowing that you're still a virgin. It will only result in your demise: never-ending comments about your lack of experience until you have no choice to smack him over the head upside-down.
note. special thanks to @cinnamonmon for indulging my fantasies and pouring gasoline into the fire â¨
comments and reblogs are highly appreciated <3
Discussing Shoko's and Gojo's sex life is most certainly not how you expected your day to go.
Gathered at a table on a terrace, surrounded by lovely flowers blooming and the serenity of the Jujutsu Campus, you unhurriedly sip your soda. Depending on who is talking, wide, curious eyes jump from Shoko to Gojo and vice versa.
While you are happy to be spending time with your friends, you can't contribute anything to the conversation.
Apparently Gojo's awkward sex moment was when he was drunk and rubbed a girl's thigh for 10 minutes straight, firmly believing he had found her clit. Laughter bursts from Shoko's lips and you swear her coffee almost came out of her nose.
"No way! That sounds like something you'd do sober, too," she teases once her giggles die down.
Satoru pouts as though he is seriously wounded by his friend's words that stung like needles. "So that's how you think of me? I assure you this was a one-time fuzz up!" He smacks one hand to his chest where his heart is and raises his other hand much like he's vowing to never fuck up so majorly again.
Admittedly, this is one of those stories that have even you grinning into your glass. But the conversation quickly moves on; Shoko talking about the guy who took her virginity, Gojo confessing his favorite position (a string of words you had never heard of) and the several reasons why he liked said position so much.
It is a stretch of time ă
Ą or maybe only 5 minutes ă
Ą until Satoru puts the spotlight on you.
"You've been awfully quiet, [Name]. Cat got your tongue?" His voice has a teasing lilt to it and a smart comment lies on the tip of your tongue, but Shoko decides to answer in your stead.
She twirls a strand of hair between her delicate fingers. "[Name] can't add to the conversation because she's still a virgin," Shoko deadpan with not even a hint of a teasing tone laced in her voice.
"Shoko!" You look at her, betrayal and embarrassment written all over your face. A jumble of words, or rather letters, spill from your mouth like water from an overflowing sink, trying to save the situation. You flail your hands through the air, making all sorts of wild gestures and attracting quite a few curious looks from sorcerers and students alike.
Gojo Satoru has absolutely no business knowing that you're still a virgin. It will only result in your demise: never-ending comments about your lack of experience until you have no choice to smack him over the head upside-down. If annoying people was a sport, Satoru would definitely win the Olympics with flying colors.
"Are you for real?" Despite the blindfold hiding his eyes, you can tell that he's genuinely surprised. "And here I thought you'd have several men at your feet by now." Ah, there it is. His trademark grin which you can recognize from miles away.
Satoru would never say it out loud, but he thinks you're really pretty. You're blessed with humor, intelligence, strength in battle that even he recognizes and a smile that melts hearts on the spot. All these attributes that he silently adored about you are obvious as day to him. To think that no other man sees it proves that he sees more through his blindfold than some other folks do with a pair of lame glasses.
Yet, Gojo thinks that it's better this way. At least, he doesn't have to worry about someone else sweeping you off your feet.
Shoko rests her cheek on her fist, a warm breeze blows through her chocolate hair. "Right? [Name] most certainly is pretty, but she prefers to stay at home on her days off and play video games. The only thing she pulls is the blanket over her head. It's a shame," she muses.
Has Shoko just..roasted you? You're flabbergasted.
"I'm still here and can hear you, you know!" Heat sits high on your cheeks, threatening to melt you from within, but you have to get a point across. Embarrassed, you gaze to the side; the sliding door to your right is suddenly much more interesting than your oh-so-beloved friends. "There's no shame in not having had an..well..you know..yet," you grumble.
Satoru snaps his fingers. "You mean an orgasm."
Oh, you've just dug your own grave, haven't you? You wish for the ground to swallow you whole and never spit you back to the surface again if it means escaping this ridiculous situation for good. If you could, you would just drop your forehead onto the table and groan in agony.
You will never hear the end of it.
"So not even an orgasm by yourself?" Satoru digs and stuffs a chip or two into his mouth; they're your favorite flavor and usually you would steal 70% of the bag's content, but you have a reputation to defend right now.
A reputation that's crumbling, because lying to Gojo is impossible.
Defeated, you meet his gaze and sigh. "No. But it's no big deal, anyways. I don't have time for any of these things."
"No time, huh..," Satoru echoes your words quietly and slouches back into his seat. It's almost suspicious how easily the 1,90m tall bother on legs drops the subject, but maybe it's because he knows you're lying through your teeth.
The clock strikes 10 in the evening when you're in bed, the lights in your bedroom dimmed and dipping the room in sweet orange hues. Your shirt is pulled over your chest, tits exposed to the air and nipples hardening at the change in temperature. Nimble fingers slide from the valley of your breasts down to your stomach and linger just above your panties.
How stupid, you think. Who couldn't make themselves cum?
Perhaps, the earlier conversation you had with Shoko and Satoru still weighs heavily on your mind and perhaps you have a point to prove that you aren't as clueless as everyone (including yourself) believes.
"Hmph, this is ridiculous," you huff, push your panties to the side and slide your finger through your folds. They're already wet and sensitive, probably glistening in the dim lights. A content sigh escapes your lips.
But when you slide a finger into your pussy and can't reach that oh-so-sweet spot everyone keeps talking about, you groan in frustration. Thrusting your finger into your cunt does nothing but spread the slick and no matter how much you rub at your pussy, it doesn't feel quite right.
Frustrated moans and groans grow in volume. At some points, colorful curses leave your mouth and you give up on pleasuring yourself.
"Fucking hell, this is stupid!," you yell and continue your little rant until a knock on your door interrupts you, ripping you out of your headspace. Once your clothes are back in place and you look acceptable enough to be seen by people, you trot to the door with bare feet. "Coming!"
When you open the door, you certainly don't expect Gojo to be on the other side, a concerned look on his face which isn't obstructed by a blindfold or sunglasses for once. "Are you alright? It sounded like you got injured."
"Injured..? I'm not.." Confused, you look up at the taller man until it clicks and heat explodes on your face. Oh dear lord, no. He must've heard you trying to touch yourself and mistook your pathetic attempt at pleasing yourself for having hurt yourself on accident. "Oh..Oh fuck.."
You drop your forehead against the wooden door frame, not daring to meet Gojo's eyes. The fact that they're not covered makes the entire situation even worse, somehow. "It's not that, I was..just busy."
Gojo cups his chin in thought, mulling over your words and you can visibly see the gears in his head turning. Unfortunately for you, Satoru is smarter than he acts. A smirk graces his lips as he laughs. "So that's it? Oh man. You really suck at touching yourself, you know?"
"What the hell do you know about my body?!" You cross your arms over your chest and turn your head to the side, not sparing your dearest friend another glance. Having this conversation with him in the hallway is embarrassing enough already. "It's not as easy as it sounds! And keep your voice down!"
"You're the one making a fuss right now," Satoru states and pops into your personal bubble, scrutinizing your face from your eyes swimming in embarrassment down to your trembling bottom lip. "Seeing you all pent-up like this almost makes me want to teach you."
The idea popping into your head is the dumbest thing you have ever thought of, but what other choice do you have? At least once, you want to taste the ecstasy everyone keeps talking about and there's no one you trust as much as Satoru, even though he could be annoying.
"Could you?"
"Could I what?"
"Teach me how to touch myself."
To your surprise, Satoru agrees and you invite him into your place. It's exactly this dumb request that lands you in your bedroom with Gojo Satoru sitting on your bed and asking you to strip down first. To his surprise, you're oddly compliant and do as you're told.
"Get comfortable and relax, [Name]. It's just us." Satoru's voice is calming as you lie nearly naked in front of him. Your entire face feels hot as you catch him eying your boobs, the curve of your waist and the cute panties that separate his gaze from your bare pussy.
"Touch your tits. Take your time and don't rush," Gojo says with a slight tilt of his head. "You're supposed to enjoy it."
You gulp down the lump in your throat, muttering a "fine" as your hands slide from your collarbone down to your breasts. Insecurity fills your veins, you hesitate and your eyes flicker up to Gojo who's comfortably watching you and assuring you with a nod of his head. You cup your tits, fondling and squeezing them lightly at first.
For a reason you couldn't quite place your finger on, your tummy is already feeling funny. Is it because Satoru's watching you or..?
"Good. Now go ahead and play with your nipples. No need to go all out just yet, be gentle at first." Eyes blue like the skies intently watch your fingers flick your nipples before rubbing them in slow circles. Gojo would be lying if he said that he isn't feeling himself getting hard merely because you're touching yourself in front of him. "That's it.."
After some time, you pinch and tug at your nipples until a whimper slips your lips and goosebumps are scattered all over your skin. It feels good, you notice. The previous hesitation goes up in smoke as you get comfortable with yourself, with Satoru watching you closely.
"Feels good, doesn't it?," he questions to which you nod your head yes. "It does," you whine.
Oh, you have absolutely no idea how sweet you sound, do you? Gojo has to adjust his sitting position or else you'd sooner or later see the boner in his sweatpants, asking for your attention and sweet release. He doubts his right hand will get the job done tonight.
"You know, it's not fair," you suddenly speak up, voice shaky and uncharacteristically insecure. "I'm nearly naked and you're fully clothed..," you trail off, cheeks burning.
Gojo chuckles, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Are you saying you want me to undress like you did?"
In the past, you've seen Gojo shirtless quite a few times and it never fazed you. But now that you are half naked in front of him, pussy wet and aching for some friction, you are painfully aware of the way he's built as he strips down to his underwear.
He's broad and buff in all the right places, the muscles in his arms bulging whenever he flexes his biceps. Not to mention his slim waist and the white happy trail disappearing into his boxers, leading to the erection between his legs.
"Go ahead and touch your pussy, rub on it. Get to know what feels good for you."
Following his words, you shimmy out of your panties and dip your hand between your legs where your folds glisten with your arousal. It's wetter than it was before, allowing you to slide right through the slit and making you sigh in pleasure. You spread your folds, circle your entrance with the tip of your finger and moan at the sensitivity.
Gojo watches your pussy flutter around nothing at the feather light touch and has to ignore the throbbing and twitching of his cock. If he could, he would jerk off while guiding you, but he can't do that. At least not yet.
"Now you rub your clit. Slowly," Satoru instructs. His icy blue eyes are glued to your nimble finger sliding through your slick folds, searching for the bud and glistening in the dim light of your room.
A frustrated huff slips your lips. "I can't find it.."
"Are you serious? It's right there."
"Where..?"
Gojo takes pity on your pathetic attempts of pleasing yourself. Grabbing your knees, he spreads your thighs apart, scoots closer to your heated body and presses his thumb right to your clit. "There."
Immediately, your back arches off the mattress as Gojo draws a high-pitched, pleased moan from your glossy lips. Thighs twitching, you buck your hips into his hand and whine. "Again," you demand through a haze of longing and desire.
Gojo has to take a breath through his nose to compose himself. How often had he dreamed of you asking for his touch underneath him, soaking his fingers and thighs spread apart so prettily? His right hand can't compare to the real thing.
"Are you sure?" He strokes the pad of his thumb over your clit and watches you tremble with mesmerized eyes. White strands of hair frame his face as he tilts his head to the side.
Frantically, you nod your head, but Gojo tuts at this. "Use your words, sweets," he commands and you give in to his every word.
"I-I'm sure," you stumble over your words and catch his gaze, holding it with heat on your face and a softened look resting upon your features. "Please, touch me, Toru.."
"That's a good girl," Satoru smiles to himself as he drags his finger down to your fluttering hole and circles the slick flesh. Slowly, he inserts two of his fingers into your cunt, curves them upwards and rubs that sweet spot within you. "This is the spot that you'd wanna rub when you finger yourself, but now that I look at your hands.." Gojo trails off and takes one of your hands into his own, smirking when you squeeze it. "You probably won't reach it on your own."
Moan after moan spills from you, hips buck into his hand for more, more, more. You throw your head back into your pillow and dig your nails into the sheets until your knuckles go white. Heat pools in your lower abdomen and slides up your spine until it spreads to the very tips of your fingers. "A-ah, Toru! Right there," you whine. "Don't stop.. Feels s'good."
Satoru chuckles. "You're so sensitive, it's cute. I'm so lucky to be the first to see you all wet and needy, ain't I?"
Each squelch of his fingers is followed by a moan or whine, sounds that Gojo could listen to all day if you'd let him. Your slick trickles down to his wrist, stains your inner thighs and leaves a damp spot on your once clean sheets. The heel of Gojo's palm rubs your clit with each precise movement of his hand, leaving you no choice but to squeeze your thighs shut.
"Aw, is it too much for you?," Satoru coos in faux sympathy and uses his free hand to grab your face, making you look up at him through half-lidded eyes with your lips all puckered. "Fuck, aren't you a pretty little thing for me," he groans.
You want to answer, but all that comes out is a string of letters that sound an awful lot like his name, all fucked out and gone.
Gojo forces your thighs open again, watching his fingers disappear into your cunt over and over again until he's pounding them into you, juices dripping down to your ass. Your gummy walls tighten around his digits until Satoru is sure you're about to suck him in.
Suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of your fluttering hole.
"Why'd you stop?," you whine in pathetic tones as the sweet tension leaves your muscles and the knot of warmth disappears from in-between your legs.
Satoru caresses your thighs; from your knee up to your inner thigh and across your stomach until his hands caress the underside of your tits, his thumbs flicking your hardened nipples. Just like that, he draws a whimper from you. "If you're gonna cum, it's gotta be on my cock."
It takes a moment for your brain to process his words, but when they do, your gaze travels from Gojo's stupidly handsome face down his abs and stops at the twitching bulge between his legs. A damp spot of pre-cum rests on the top of his erection, making you lick your lips.
"Your cock, huh..," you echo his words like you're drunk on him, his touch, like you're drunk on love. Absent-mindedly, you sit up and place your hands on Gojo's broad shoulders. You had never realized just how well-built and firm he really is and it makes you gulp.
Slowly tracing your hands down his body, you slide his boxers down his legs and toss them into some corner of your room. Gojo's cock springs free, smacks against his abdomen once and stands at attention. Pre-cum pools from the tip and a delicious vein travels from the base all the way to the red, swollen head.
"Teach me how to touch you," you whisper.
Gojo has a hard time controlling himself when you say these things in that voice of yours and give him those doe eyes. But he also has a hard time saying no to you. "Wrap your hand around the length like this.." Grabbing your hand, he makes you wrap your palm around his cock; a shiver goes down his spine as your fingers nearly don't fit around the girth. He's hot and heavy in your hand.
"Then you wanna rub it and twist your hand a little," Gojo instructs and guides your hand up and down his cock just like he said. His head falls back into the nape of his neck and a groan vibrates deep in his chest. "Rub the tip with your thumb. The slit is fine, too."
And you do just as you're told. Carefully, you rub the swollen tip with your thumb all while gliding your palm along his cock. Sticky pre-cum pools from the slit and when your thumb catches some of it, making the slide so much warmer and wetter, a loud groan escapes Gojo's lips. He wants to thrust into your palm so badly, but just before he could..
You're apologizing and pulling your hand away, shock and guilt written all over your face. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you? I didn't mean toă
Ą"
"Hell no." Satoru is quick to wrap your palm around his cock once more and tighten your grip to thrust into your fist. "You feel fucking good. Keep going, sweets."
When his hand releases yours, you nod at him and drag your fist down to the base of his cock and slide it right back up where your palm squeezes the tip. His pre-cum now sticks to your palm, each rub sounding wetter than the one before.
Groans and moans spill from Gojo's mouth. He no longer feels the need to thrust into your hand; not when he rests his forehead on yours, his hot breath fanning your cheeks and basking in the feeling of your hand wrapped around him. Large, calloused hands glide from your shoulders to your arms and cup your tits. Satoru fondles them, squeezing and groping you to his heart's content.
"You're so beautiful," he mutters. His curious hands are now cupping your cheeks, skilled fingers move away some stray strands of your hair before his thumb catches your bottom lip. "Can I ă
Ą ah, shit ă
Ą kiss you?"
Your grip around his cock tightens, making him hiss. You smile at him like you're in love. "Yes, please. Kiss me, Satoru."
Gojo crashes his lips into yours, one hand keeping you in place by the back of your neck while the other one grabs your ass, pulling you closer to him. You moan at his touch, at the way he bites your bottom lip and sneaks his tongue into your mouth to dance with your own.
Satoru groans into your mouth when your fingers graze his balls, squeezing and fondling the flesh lovingly. He wraps his tongue around yours, sucking on the slippery muscle until a combination of his saliva mixed with yours trickles from the corner of your mouth. Delicate fingers get caught in Satoru's hair, pulling and tugging at the roots and always asking for more.
Gojo pulls you impossibly closer until you're on his lap, your pussy kissing the length of his cock and slicking it up. He can't take it anymore.
Breaking the kiss, a string of saliva connects his lips to yours and you find yourself pushed into the mattress.
"I need to be inside you. Now." Gojo towers over you, easily covering your frame with his buffer one. His eyes, once as bright as the clear skies, are now as dark as the depths of the ocean. Drops of pre-cum land underneath your belly button, pooling there and warming the skin. "Will you let me fuck this pretty pussy? I promise I'll be gentle."
Briefly, your eyes flicker down to his cock and you wonder how he's supposed to fit inside you when you had been clenching around his fingers already. But your need to feel Gojo inside you is greater than the questions floating throughout your mind. "Please. Fuck me, Toru."
Something akin to boyish delight lights up the blue of Satoru's eyes. Grabbing his cock, he makes sure to slide through your glossy folds and groans at the warmth you gift him. When the head catches your clit and Satoru smacks it with the tip, he smirks at the way you arch off the mattress.
"Ugh, stop teasing and fuck me already!"
"Who knew you were so bossy in bed?," Gojo teases and the next smart comment lies on the tip of your tongue, but it's wiped clean when Gojo presses his cock into your sloppy hole.
You dig your nails into his bicep, whimpering at the burning stretch but it feels too good to complain about it. Your pussy sucks him right in until he's nestled within your gummy walls, tip pressing into all the right spots and twitching within you.
"Fuck, you're so tight and wet..," Satoru groans, wraps one of your legs around his waist and drapes the other one over his shoulder. He sinks a bit deeper into you until his balls are pressed to your ass. "It's so much better than I imagined."
Drawing his hips back, Gojo thrusts into your pussy with a groan and sets a pace that makes you wrap your arms around him, digging your nails into his back. His weight pushes you into the mattress, each stroke of his cock making you moan louder than before.
"You're feeling good, huh?" Satoru smirks above you and grabs your hips to hold you in place, picking up the pace. Skin smacks against skin, your pussy squelches and leaves a white ring of cream around his cock. "Gonna turn you into a pretty mess once I'm done with you."
All you can do is take whatever Gojo gives you. The leg draped over his shoulder dangles in the air, your tits bounce in tune with his thrusts. "Fuck, gimme more, 'toru.. Need all of you..," you babble.
"More? You're a greedy thing, aren't you?" But Satoru fulfills your wish regardless. Sneaking a hand between your bodies, his fingers are quick to find your puffy clit, rubbing figure eights into the nub. Tears spring to your eyes, brimming your waterline and blurring your sight.
"Toru! Ah, fuck! Hah..shit, yes!" You chant his name like a prayer, throw your head back into the soft pillows and drag your nails down his back. You'd certainly leave some scratches, but Gojo doesn't mind. Not when it makes his cock twitch within your sloppy walls, leaking of pre-cum.
"There, yes, there! Just like that." Hot tears roll down your cheeks and into the clavicle of your collarbone as Gojo hits that sweet spot which makes you see stars over and over again.
"Right there, huh?" Sweat trickles down Satoru's temple, a few strands of snow white hair sticking to his forehead as he pounds you into the mattress. He grips the back of your thighs, folding your legs up to your chest and putting his full weight on top of you.
You cry his name, grasping at anything that was Gojo; his back, his flexing bicep, his tousled hair. Anything that you could reach as he abuses your poor cunt. "That's it. Take my cock just like this and I'll make sure to fill you up," he praises all while digging his blunt fingernails into the flesh of your thighs. He'd definitely leave his mark on you.
Mewling at Satoru's promise, your hole flutters around his cock and sucks him right in before it clenches down on him.
"T-Toru," you stutter as he drills his cock into you, a sob rocking your shoulders. "H-How do I know I'm about to ă
Ą fuck ă
Ą cum..?"
And when Gojo pinches your clit, his cock pressing into your sweet spot and your eyes rolling into the back of your skull, your orgasm comes crashing down on you in waves.
A loud scream of Satoru's name is ripped from your throat and your back beautifully arches off the mattress. Clawing at his back, several sobs spill from your chest and it's so fucking wet. Your pussy is gushing all over his cock, wetting not only his lap but your stomach and sheets as well.
Satoru rubs your clit in hard circles, letting you ride out the waves of your high. "That's fucking nasty, baby. When I said I wanted you to wet my cock, I didn't think you'd squirt," he laughs and pounds into your spent cunt until you're moaning again, begging him to stop.
"Too much..Toru, 's too much!" Your squirm underneath Gojo but all he does is hold you still as he presses his hips flush to your own. He buries his face in your neck, holding you so close that your tits get pushed up against his chest.
"Shh, let me fill your pussy, pretty girl," he shushes you and with one final thrust, thick ropes of cum fill up your insides until it leaks out from where his cock plugs you. Gojo groans right into your ear, grinding his sticky cum deep into your cunt before he slowly pulls out.
His tongue sticks out to sweep over his bottom lip as he admires the creamy mess he's made of you; covered in not only his but your cum alike, lips swollen from his kisses and the several prints of his fingers on your skin. Satoru smiles at his handiwork.
"I don't think you've ever looked prettier," Gojo swoons, a soft look in his eyes.
"Ugh..," you groan, feeling full of his cum that seeps out of your cunt. "Shut up, Satoru.."
Contrary to popular belief, Gojo Satoru has the decency to take care of you after he has folded you in half and drained every last bit of energy from your body. He is gentle when he cleans you up with a warm washing cloth, but still an asshat about it when he says "Whoops, there's more coming out. You should really focus on keeping my cum in, love."
You want to slap the grin off his face, but lack the strength to do so.
So instead, you let him dress you into a fresh pair of panties and a hoodie that was several sizes too large. Gojo is dressed in casual sweatpants and a loose shirt. The bed is made and a couple of snacks are now in front of you and Satoru, the heat of the moment gone just like the Earth-shattering high he gifted you.
"Satoru..What does this make us?," you cautiously ask with a mouth full of a couple of gummy bears. There is nothing else that you cherish as much as his friendship and trust in you, but sex destroys every friendship, right? Fuck, you shouldn't have gotten carried away.
"Hmm..," Gojo hums an leans back, supporting his weight with his hands behind him on the soft mattress. A pair of pitch black shades now rests on the bridge of his nose, yet you can clearly see the playful glint in his annoying, beautiful eyes. "I guess I gotta think of a way to introduce you as my girlfriend now."
Your head whips towards Satoru, owlishly staring at him. "Eh? Are you serious?"
"I, Gojo Satoru, would never lie about this!" He raises his hands like he's surrendering, like he's about to whip out a white flag and it makes you chuckle. "So, what do you say?"
With your knees tucked underneath your hoodie and pulled to your chest, you let a pout grace your lips. "I guess I would love that.."
"It's official then!," Gojo exclaims, tosses his arm around your shoulder and pulls you flush to his side. Playfulness quickly turns into tenderness as he presses a soft kiss to your hairline.
"You're mine now."
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Roblox W/ Them || Slytherin Boys
type :: fluff
tw/cw :: doxxing, bullying,
contains :: draco, tom, mattheo, theodore, lorenzo
summary :: how they play roblox
DRACO MALFOY
Grinds the shit out of every game he plays
He cannot enjoy a single game if he doesn't become rank 1 for at least one week
Really likes roleplay fighting games for some reason
Like Bloxy Fruit and stuff
Definitely wastes a ton of money on Robux and stupid stuff
He doesn't care that it's cheating, it lets him become #1 way faster
Doesn't really like tycoons and slow games
If he can't brag, how can he show off?
His character is SOOO try hard omfg
He definitely dresses in all black
1000% HAS RAGED AND BROKE HIS TABLE
Bought a new table after and took a break from Roblox for a week
TOM RIDDLE
Plays old people games like a grandpa
A fucking beast at Bingo
Even though it's completely luck base, he wins 9/10 times
Always has like 6+ bingo cards and can easily keep up with it
Plays tycoons every once in a while
But he likes the ones where you just press a button and it's auto built, doesn't like building stuff on his own
Like, he hates restaurant tycoon and rollercoaster tycoon
Never ever spends his money on Robux, he thinks itâs cheating
His avatar is the default one too with maybe some clothes he unlocked
Bullies the shit out of little kids on roblox for no damn reason
He could have 15 missing assignments and still find time to log on and dox some 12 year old
Whenever someone beats him at Bingo he finds their mom and dad's name and then private chat's them it
Takes everything so deep for no reason
Get this man to try weed or smth man he needs a new hobby
MATTHEO RIDDLE
This man has tried every single genre of games and has beaten almost everything
He's who Draco wants to be
Definitely spent way too much money on Robux for no reason
He has the headless stuff and almost every rare item ever
Has like 20k followers as well for some reason
Grinding never stops so he literally STOLE someone's house elf and makes the elf play Roblox all day
But the elf actually likes it and has fun playing it :) So it's cute
He ends up sharing his account with the elf and they become kinda like besties, but more so Matt sees him as a little brother
1000% like Tom he bullies little kids
He insults people's outfits, rates their little drawings and outfits super low, and straight up annoys them in any form possible
Sometimes he joins tycoons that have swords, doesn't even start his own tycoon, and just uses robux to get a sword and kill people
His daily mission is to annoy as many people as possible
Even worse is that he's not scared of getting hacked or doxxed because Tom made SURE that would never happen
Sometimes Matt even joins Tom's boring games but he leaves mid way cause he starts to fall asleep
Super fun to play with and will carry you 100%
THEODORE NOTT
This man, oh my god this man is so guilty of so much
He's one of those people who pretend to be a different gender online for benefits LOL
But not people he actually is transgender or nonbinary, but because he wants to do girly things without being judged
Always plays fashion games and WINS?!???
Even when the votes are super duper rigged, he always wins in the end
Plays a bunch of family roleplay games too as a mother of like 5 kids
Starts fake drama for fun, like favoriting one kid but ignore the other
OR he plays as a teenage girl and runs away LMAO
But his favorite game is definately Total Drama Island
This man will stay on the game for like 2 hours just to win
Super good at parkour and aim since he also plays shooting games besides Roblox, like Apex and Valorant (ewwww)
When he plays with the guys, they mock him for his girly ass avatar but he doesn't care at all
LORENZO BERKSHIRE
Likes more calm games but is up to anything
Grinds tycoons a lot, like resturant tycoon and rollarcoaster tycoon
Sometimes he plays with Mattheo but they're so different
Matt finishes his level in like 2 mintues and Enzo takes an hour
Sucks at parkour, avoids it like the plague
Super bad aim as well, literally dies first every time
He likes playing with Theo a lot more since they can vibe and play a chill game
He really likes story tell games too which is fun
LOVES the games that aren't super roblox-y which is kinda cheating
Like he used to play the old Roblox Pokemon game daily until it got shut down :(
Plays those family games too like Bloxsburg and stuff
Is actually a good kid
BUT,,, he has his name has "Enzo (17) Cute, Smart, 6 feet tall, athletic, depressed"
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ALONE (Teaser)
In which you meet your bias in the worst circumstances.
PAIRING Idol Jake Sim x Fan Fem Reader
GENRE Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Slow Burn, Romance/Strangers to Lovers, Suggestive (Maybe smut, not sure yet.), some fluff
WARNINGS 18+ MDNI, Descriptions of violence, death, blood, etc., All members except Jake died so keep that in mind (I'm sorry), Cursing, Crimes, Mental health talk and experiences, Death, Sickness (Throwing up), Making out, Smut(?), It's an apocalypse!au idk how else to warn about that LOL
SUMMARY The group Enhypen get on a plane to the US and when landing are met with the worst. Jake makes it out alive... but alone. Since the dead are attracted to areas where the population is saturated, your best bet is to stay low in the areas usually considered dangerous (alleyways, abandoned buildings, etc). He made his way into the country and found a nice cabin alongside a lake. His further inspection led him to believe it was abandoned for whatever reason, maybe it was a vacation home? Little did he know his inference was correct, and soon he was met face to face with a member of the family who owned it. How would she react to seeing her favorite artist rummaging through the cupboards of her new--hopefully permanent--home? And how would he be able to explain to a loyal fan of his that he was the only member left?
TEASER WORD COUNT 1,625
RELEASE DATE To be determined.
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Endless walking while trying to find a suitable place to stay was slowly driving Jake insane. The exhaustion from travelling, fear of death, and anguish from the scene at the airport was weighing down on him heavier and heavier every second. Having watched his best friends, his brothers, his family all being taken away from him without being able to do anything but listen to the oldestâs words, âRunâ.
Jake had not yet cried, there was no time for it. Itâs been almost thirty six hours since then, heâd stolen a bike around a mile away from the airport. Itâs helped him a lot on his journey to safety. He never stole, he wasnât like that, not that type of person. But in the moment he didnât have the time nor energy to feel guilty about it.Â
Jake didnât know exactly what he was looking for, but he wanted quiet. Not knowing wether or not itâll be safer in the city or the country side, he chose the latter. Cities are crowded with people, meaning they must be crowded with the dead by now, right? No matter; either way he knew heâd feel much better being in the middle of nowhere, or at least in the middle of what looked like nowhere. All alone in an abandoned farm house, maybe a lake house, any house on the country side would do. He was being too optimistic, he knew, but he couldnât help it. Finding a safe home to live in alone with no one around for miles sounded comforting.
The Jake from two days ago wouldâve shivered at the thought of being completely alone. Though no extrovert, he needed people. He needed that connection, that interaction. His reasons to smile and laugh were mostly based around the people around him or the entertainment he consumed. Entertainment was out of the question now, and it seemed like people were too. Most dead, and others probably too violent to give Jake a chance due to the circumstances.Â
All he held on him was his and Sunghoonâs carry-on bag from the flight. Note to self, donât try to save your friend by holding onto their bag. Thoughts like this crossed his mind every few minutes, tragedies sentenced as jokes but he wasnât laughing. Whatâs wrong with me? How could I think something like that? Maybe it was the dehydration, starvation, overall fatigue? He hadnât eaten anything since the flight and was savoring the small amount of water he had on him. Either way, thinking of his beloved friends didnât do much to help his mood. Trying to think of the good times? Those good times will never happen again, theyâre gone forever and Iâll never get them back. Â
More days passed like this. With a stop at a gas station probably being the reason heâs even alive right now. It was abandoned, for the most part. It was the early morning, and he was literally starving now. The cashier was still there, but his neck was chained so tightly to the wall that it was on the edge of ripping his head clean off. Oh, he was a living corpse too. Jake could tell that much by just looking at him, muffled grunts and groans coming from the pale body every minute. Luckily, he didnât seem to care much of Jakeâs criminal activities there. Stuffing whatever foods and drinks he could into the bags he had on him. They were even heavier now, but he couldnât feel anything. He was numb to all feeling, mentally and physically.Â
At day four he had started keeping track of how many days passed with a calendar he found on the wall of the gas station that morning. He didnât stay there though, he didnât have it in him to kill the cashier, and he knew that if he somehow got loose while he was sleeping it would all be over. The past few days he hadnât slept or rested much at all actually. Napping for at most an hour at a time, waking up to the slightest noises and scurries of nearby wildlife. He knows heâs incredibly lucky to not have encountered any of the dead, besides the one at the gas station, but itâs a little stressful to not have seen any either. Where could they all be? He had made it out of the city, the once bustling streets on day two, he knew many people werenât out here to begin with. But knowing there are creatures that could kill him in seconds lurking while having no idea where they are was terrifying.Â
Itâs been six days. His legs started feeling numb just hours after finding his bike due to the frantic pedaling, now he felt like his legs were asleep all the time. The feeling of pins and needles covered his lower body as they worked on auto pilot to keep him going. His back felt horrible, slouched from his broken spirit. Endless cramping and soreness of his hands and fingers from gripping the bikes handles for hours at a time. His knuckles were white, and now so was his once tanned and alive skin.Â
His lack of proper meals, sleep, and rest was now obvious. Jake hasnât seen himself since that day in the airport, but from looking at his now thinner, paler, vein visible arms, he could take a guess at what his face looked like. Hell, he could feel the bags under his eyes whenever he blinked now.Â
Itâs been quiet and empty for a few miles. Nothing but grass, and a dirt trail heâs been following in sight. How long is this damn trail? he thought. Jake started following the trail at the sunset of day five; he remembers because of his calendar. It was coming to the end of day six, the sun starting to set in the distance behind him. He found a flashlight at the gas station and used it to find himself a place to ârestâ for the nights he faced, it neared the time to find a spot to sleep.
Trees were all around him now, the area looked more alive here, not dried out and dead like the miles before. He must be getting close to some sort of building, forest trails usually have a building as a starting point, right? Unless this trail wasnât made for hikers, in that case he was hoping in vain.Â
It was almost completely dark now. Jake had usually found somewhere to stay by this time, but something was telling him to keep going. Using the flashlight to illuminate the shadowed forest, he heard his friends voices cheering him on over and over again.Â
âKeep going Jake!â
âJust a little longer!â
âYouâll be okay!â
Tears were unconsciously streaming down his face now, though he still didnât feel anything. His body just gave up on the effort of keeping them in.Â
Jake pedaled faster. He couldnât hear anything but his heavy panting, it felt like someone had covered his ears with their hands and muted the sound of everything around him. He saw something in the distance, the roof of a building; he padaled faster. A house, the roof made of wood, looked like a cabin; he padaled faster. He could hear the muffled sound of streaming water; he pedaled faster.
Face to face with a cabin, going so fast he couldnât stop himself from crashing into the wet grass below him. Still struck with adrenaline, he pulled himself up quickly and dragged his bike to the front door. His broken and unused voice sounded through his pants as he tried frantically to open the damned door.Â
The door handle had a key hole but was locked with a rusty padlock. He could turn the handle and wriggle the door, that padlock was what he needed to remove. He pulled a hammer out of his bag; he grabbed it from the gas station floor, it was covered in dried blood. Obviously used by someone prior to leaving it there. Jake slammed the hammer into the padlock, over and over again. The loud bangs from striking the lock were null to Jakeâs ears, his desperation coating over all his sense.Â
Smash. The padlocks body is broken away from its handle and the door is free from itâs hold on the wooden frame.Â
Jake shoves his way inside, throwing the bike onto the hard floor of the entry way before turning to lock the door. It was locked from the outside but had a perfectly working lock on the inside, though he didnât care to question it. He made it, he was safe, he felt like he could faint.
He had no time to think, let alone find a good source of light before he threw up. Keeling on the once clean floor, liquid from his stomach poured out from him. His throat burned and ached at the feeling, like his throat was made of sandpaper. Falling back he sat on the floor, staring at the door and the mess he made on the ground. He laid back and let his eyes rest for the first time in nineteen hours. Jake fell asleep there on the hard floor, knee propped up on the backside of a couch.
If he was thinking clearly, he wouldâve checked the entire cabin, then scavenged for any foods that may be there. But he was broken, body and mind. Luck had been on his side since the beginning though. The home was completely vacant before he entered, and when he wakes up heâll have found himself a place to live in safely. Away from the corpses living in the surrounding cities, and away from any still living people, all alone.
(A/N: Hello friends! I'm finally writing LOL I've had this wip since December and I'm finally going to finish it. This post is just to see if people would even be interested lol. The total fic word count I don't know yet because I haven't finished it, but I am close! I won't give y'all any hints but I will apologize in advance for the angst I'm about to put y'all thru<3 sorry love you guys muah. Don't know exactly when I will publish the full fic, maybe right when I finish it, maybe a month after I finish it IDK I haven't written seriously in months so I'm not too confident anymore but I am excited. Hope y'all are as excited as I am :D )
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10 THINGS I HATE ABOUT YOU â TEASER
READ HERE!
in which...
you hate heeseung. you hate his snobby little voice, his stupid little glasses that are too big for him, his nosiness, and his ability to prove anything or anyone wrong easily. you hate hate hate the way you try to avoid him, but somehow heâs always around, and he canât see how much you hate him. you swear nothing could make you like him, but after you get caught in a sticky situation with him playing your knight in shining armor, you realize that maybe he isnât so bad after all.
pairing â heeseung x fem!reader
genre â one sided enemies to lovers, highschool au, he falls first she falls harder, oblivious x obvious, tutor x tutoree (kind of), childhood friends (ish because the whole one sided enemies thing) to lovers, long fic
wordcount â teaser is 1005! fic est. 9k-13k words (hopefully not too ambitious)
warnings â profanity, kissing (no suggestive stuff or nsfw), miscommunication, parties/underage drinking, name calling (bitch, whore, stuff like that), food
featuring â lia of itzy, miyeon of g-idle, hyung line of enhypen (sorry maknaes too many people), ocs : sooyun + teachers
disclaimer â i am not saying this is an accurate representation of these idols or trying to sexualize them at all. this just something i do for fun.
release date â hopefully by mid march?
taglist â open! send an ask or comment to be added!
yenqa â watched the movie on the plane and i was kind of obsessed⌠but this does not follow the movie plot, i just thought the title fit
YOU WATCH AS THE SNOW FALLS SLOWLY TO THE GROUND
A blanket of white has got you and the guests at your house locked in for the night. You werenât very happy with these strangers staying at your house for the nightâIn fact, you had just been completely shut down by your dad when you asked him to kick them out. It was obvious why he did that, but this definitely had to be your least favorite christmas out of the eight you had been through.
You snap out of your thoughts, continuing to eat whatever you had left on your plate, hesitating when you saw the amount of vegetables still left.
âMom! Iâm full.â You try to hide your plate from her, showing her instead a pout with a hand on your stomach.Â
It didnât workâobviously, so you were stuck at the table, a frown on your face as you forced in the greens. Across from you, a boy your age, who didnât seem to mind, he almost looked like he was enjoying it.
Thatâs impossible though, no one likes vegetables. Maybe he was doing it so Santa would get him an extra special gift?
You grumble when he finishes his place, showcasing his plate that had been licked clean to his mom. He stared at you for a second looking down at yourâfull plate then looking back at his mom, she said âGreat job Heeseung!â. He returns his plate to the table with a smile.Â
Stabbing your fork back into your food, you stuff it into your face, hoping that you would enjoy it as much as Heeseung did. Again, it didnât work, and the bitter taste returned to your mouth.
After what felt like hours of groaning and complaining, you had taken the last bite of your food, a proud smirk on your face when you made eye contact with the boy from earlier, who only smiled at you in return.Â
Throwing away your plastic plate, you realized that now it was present time, and Santa just had to reward you for your good deeds.
Rushing over to the tree, you spot everyone gathered around the area, opening their presents. You run to your present, recognizing the wrapping paper from last year. Looking at your mom for approval, she nods and you tear apart the paper, lifting up the box inside.
You squeal when you see the picture, you had been begging your mom for weeks for a Lego set, specifically if it was minecraft themed. And Santa had gotten you just that. You hug the box, squeezing it. You exclaim a loud âThank you Santa!â before running up to your room to assemble the build.
Reading the directions, you start the house, quickly getting confused on how it isnât looking like how it does in the picture.Â
âI think thatâs the wrong piece.â A voice says, you whip your head around to see the same boy who sat across from you.
âWho are you?â Your eyebrows furrow at the sight, confused on why those were the first words he said instead of âHi!â or something.
âMy nameâs HeeseungâUm, my mom told me to come upstairs and said we should be friends. Do you want to be friends?âÂ
You huff, âIâm Y/n. Also no, I donât want to be friends, youâre mean.â You force your legos together, frustrated already with the pieces. You continue to reread the directions, pushingâwhat you think areâthe exact legos to the board. But it doesnât seem like itâll fit. Maybe if you push it harder?
âOhâokay.â You jump slightly, too focused to realize how he's been watching you for the past few minutes. âDo you need some help?â
Yes, you need help. But did you want to accept his help? Â . This was your christmas gift from Santa, you shouldnât have to share.
Glancing at the picture then to the building that had looked like an abstract rendition of it, you let out a sigh. I mean, it wouldnât hurt, right? âYeah, I guess.â
He takes a seat on the carpet next to you, focusing hard on the directions before breaking off the wrong pieces, reassembling it so youâll be on the right track.
âDoes this go here, do you think?â âNo, it goes here.â That was a summary of what the conversation was between you, and somehow you were always the one asking the question. Sighing, you lean back, taking a short stretch break before starting again.
Youâre shocked at his speed and efficiency, it almost seems like heâs always a step ahead of you. Geez does this guy ever slow down?Â
The roles are quickly switched as you are sitting watching him instead. Rummaging through each box only for his eyes to lighten up one he finds the right one. You watch him for a while, getting a break that you very much needed.
You hope that he waits for you to finish it, or that he doesnât completely do it all by himself because again, itâs your Christmas gift, and he wouldnât do that, right?
Not right, because apparently heâs a machineâhe finishes the build. He stands up, pushes his stupid glasses up also and smiles at you, heading to the door. You think heâs going to say something else like âSorry for taking away your present!â instead, he thanks you for sharing and happily skipping away.Â
Heeseung. Even his name infuriates you. He was very unpredictable and you hated that. Why did he just do that? Heâs so rude. People donât make senseâespecially boys, they have cooties.
Your head was filled with calling him the rudest things you could think ofâYou even said a few curse words.
Though later you realized that you probably would never see him again, you were ecstatic, so ecstatic you had disassembled your legos just to rebuild it, to completely forget about your bad experience with the boy.Â
Only two weeks later were you disappointed to see that same boy, sitting across from you during dinner once again.
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telepathy (m) â cbg [TEASER]
OUT NOW! READ HERE!
pairing: choi beomgyu x fem!reader
genre: smut, strangers to ???, mind reader/telepathist!beomgyu, funeral home employee!beomgyu (it's for the plot ok??)
wc: tbd (projected to be around 7-8k)
synopsis: most people would abhor a packed subway car â but beomgyu, telepathist extraordinaire, relishes in it. with a career in the funeral business, he finds his morning commute to be the only thing that keeps him relatively sane. reading the mundane thoughts of mundane people maintains his tether to his humanity, but when he goes to read your mind...oh, things get a whole lot more interesting.
warnings: mdni!! 18+ only, there isn't much in this teaser, but here are the warnings for the rest of the fic so far: mentions of dead bodies, embalming, and funerals (though not very descriptive â it's only bc of gyu's profession), reader is a freak that listens to nsfw audios on her way to work!, gyu is a perv so it's a match made in heaven (hell?), explicit consent is given before anything happens bc consent is sexy <3, mind manipulation (he makes it feel like he's touching her), exhibitionism in a way...it will all make sense, trust đ
note: this is inspired by a p*rn audio LMAO,,, lmk if you'd like to be tagged via an ask, or just drop a comment below ^^
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â TEASER â
the rest of the weekend passes without fanfare, and monday returns to rear its ugly head once again. monday is beomgyuâs least favorite day of the week; it brings a raging headache from his 5 a.m. alarm, a bone-deep fatigue that lingers for the rest of the day. it brings grumpy commuters whose knees and elbows uncomfortably bump against his own. it brings people who think that he should give up his seat, and silently tell him so with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. how selfish, they all think whenever he actually bothers to read their thoughts. what a fucking dick, some of them even snarl within the so-called impenetrable walls of their minds, walls he so easily breaks down. he levels those ones with a half-awake glare, pupils gloomy and lifeless. internally, their uneasy reactions make him want to laugh, hysterically cackle in their faces because wow, is he really that scary? he shouldnât be, but maybe the dark under eyes are doing something for him.
surprisingly, the subway car he frequents is less crowded than usual. not as many people stand in front of him, and heâs actually able to see directly across the car for the first time in a while. doors shut, and heâs left to look around at the regulars and the new patrons that often donât show up again. theyâre easily less interesting than the regulars. really, what can he say? the daily life updates satisfy his nosy tendencies.Â
still, he hates mondays. mondays suck. mondays make him want to crawl into a hole and eventually join the bodies at his workplace. they bring out the worst in his mind. all they do is remind him of the neverending cycle that he has trapped himself in â wake up, work, go to sleep, and do it all over again the next day.
mondays bring a lot of things he fundamentally dislikes, but this particular monday also brings you.Â
itâs split-second eye contact. nothing more, nothing less. your eyes grow wide, your lips parting just the slightest bit in surprise. though he has not invaded your mind (yet), he can already tell what you are thinking. fuck, he isnât blind â he knows that he is handsome.
your eyes shoot downward, your head hanging low with your phone clenched between your fingers. one of his eyebrows raises while a small smirk plays on his lips â youâre new, and even better, youâre cute. his dark, seemingly bored gaze trails over to the earbuds nestled in your ears, then to your crossed legs. you glance up at him again, eyes blowing wide again as your thighs press together just enough for him to notice the movement. his own eyes narrow slightly, evaluating the sight.Â
you seem...interesting. prim, proper, sitting in a modest-length skirt and a plain blouse and coat that paint you as an unassuming character, just another random person in this sardine can of a train car. yet thereâs this glint in your eyes that tells him there is so, so much more to you than what meets the eye â that the innocent, put-together little front that you display to the world is a complete and utter lie. itâs intriguing. new patrons come and go from this particular subway car every day, but you and your fresh face have caught his interest â and so has your odd behavior.Â
then, without warning, realization punches him square in the gut.
you were there the other night, with those girls at the bar. the one sitting at the end of the table with the small glass of water as you scrolled through your phone. the one who shot a piercing glare at him as you looked out for your inebriated friends. your current behavior is a far cry from the strong front he first encountered that night, small and oh-so meek and lacking the sharp, piercing edge to your gaze that initially piqued his interest in you. the change, for some reason, intrigues him more. what happened to that feisty glare, that confident air to your posture? he wants to know why you seem so meek, so he taps in to your mind andâ
âyouâre my dumb little slut, arenât you? fuckinâ say itââ
beomgyu flinches in his seat, the door to your mind slamming shut as he sits there in shock. did he really just hear that? are you listening to fucking porn on the subway? what the fuck?
heâs never had this happen to him before. heâs accidentally stumbled upon the occasional horny thought before, sure, but listening to porn on the subway? thatâs a new one. he decides to give you another glance; your lips are pressed together now, eyes pointed towards the floor as you further shrink into yourself. fuck, youâre so cute, but now he knows youâre also awfully perverted â and for some reason, he feels himself getting hard in his trousers at the thought of entering your mind again.
he should do something about this little development, shouldn't he?
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quick note: i'm absolutely not an astrologer. these are just a collection of some observations, thoughts, theories, and personal experiences. above all this is just for fun.
lastly, these may or may not apply to you but you might find something to be true about your friends, family, or lover. enjoy!
⌠libra in the 11th house: the popular friend, everyone always wants to hang out with you, getting invited places. playful flirting with your friends. friends could have a crush on you. hmm, perhaps friends with benefits? they make every one of their friends feel included. this placement screams social awareness. they know how to behave & present themselves in various social gatherings, from informal to upper class events. if youâre a guy, you might have a lot of female friends. with libra being about fairness/justice & easily seeing things from different perspectives, these qualities are also beneficial in the 11th house which relates to debates & politics as well.
^ sun in the 11th may relate to some of this too.
âŚÂ chiron in the 8th house: experiencing financial problems like not profiting from your investments, difficulty getting loans, employment instability affecting your income, or randomly losing money. if you have cancer here it could indicate having conflict with your mom regarding money.
âŚÂ mars dominant: action movies being one of your favorite movie genres.
âŚÂ sags may feel uncomfortable being home all day, may feel the need to go out at least once even if only for 2 seconds.
âŚÂ harsh mars-mercury aspects: speaking loudly, a rough or rude way of speaking, people often telling you to lower your voice, not being aware when you're talking loudly, playing music loud, noisy eater. can make you impatient and want to get things done immediately, otherwise you can get annoyed quickly.
harsh mars-uranus aspects: slamming doors, dropping things instead of placing them down, dragging a chair instead of picking it up, hard for you to do things quietly. can get mad out of nowhere. extra controlling cause youâre always fighting to keep things under control.
^ both aspects above can make someone loud, noisy, aggressive, impatient, and impulsive.
âŚÂ has anybody with stelliums in a sign noticed they know/attract a lot of people with that sun sign? maybe most of the people you know/attract have that sun sign or perhaps they have that signâs ruling planet as their dominant planet. for example, if you have a pisces stellium you may know or attract a lot of people with their sun in pisces or people who are neptune dominant.
âŚÂ you might notice that the sign which asteroid eros (433) is in is associated with the body part you find attractive. for example, if you have eros in aries you might be attracted to the eyes, taurus - the voice, libra - the butt.
âŚÂ pluto-risng or saturn-rising aspects: you probably look mean/serious or have been told you look intimidating. thatâs not a bad thing though & you may have that defined high fashion model face. something that makes others look at you a little longer.
âŚÂ capricorns: donât like admitting theyâve had their heart broken (especially capricorn moons). you know how thereâs some people who will continuously forgive a person who has hurt/mistreated them (iâm not talking about real abuse) but they decide to stay with them or keep them in their lives? yeah they arenât capricorns lol. it usually only takes one person to trigger that straight forward and low tolerance for games/disrespect type of attitude when it comes to their relationships. or theyâve always been like that. they may be more merciful to family.
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âŚÂ i would like to take this time to personally thank geminis & sags for being so damn funny. thank you guys so much. đ
âŚÂ last but not least, people with difficult placements such as pluto, chiron, or saturn in the 4th house: i donât even need to say anything. *gives you one of the flowers from the picture above*
if you read this until the end i hope you enjoyed it & thank you so much for reading. âĽď¸âĽď¸âĽď¸, those hearts are for you.Â
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