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moonsgemini · 7 months

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you’re on your own kid

summary: rafe cameron has loved his best friend through every season, but through the seasons of their senior year things start to get complicated.

warning: she/her, smoking, alcohol, angst, fluff, kissing, cheating ???, drugs, mutual pining, (let me know if I missed any)

wc: 4.7k

an: HIII! I’m really excited for these taylor swift fics bc her songs give me so many ideas. This took a while for me to finish & idk if I like the ending or honestly if I like it at all. I promise seeking arrangements is next on my list to post <3 Hope you guys enjoy !!!

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I wait patiently

he’s gonna notice me

it’s okay we’re the best of friends

summer

Of course when he walks in the party instantly feels like an actual party. It hadn’t been much of a party to her especially not with him around. These things got boring fast if he wasn’t by her side making her laugh and talking about anything and everything. Not having to worry about sleazy guys coming up to her or putting something in her drink because he always by her side. Always looking out.

Everybody loves him anyways. The way he carried himself charmed everyone, made them always want to have his attention. Sunglasses perched on his nose, even though it’s eleven at night, that big smile on his face. He’s bobbing his head to the music and greeting everyone, she can tell he’s in a good mood tonight. It puts her in a good mood, her fingers itching to greet him already.

When he finally reaches where she’s standing with a few of her friends he smiles even wider at her. Greeting everyone but always just looking at her. Moving to push his glasses up onto his head. She couldn’t help the smile that tuged at her lips as he side hugs her friends knowing that’s not what she’s going to get.

And she’s right, once he gets to her it’s all outstretched arms and gentle rocking as he hugs her tightly. She’s been away at her grandparents house in florida for the last week of summer. They had missed each other. Face times and text messages just didn’t feel like enough.

“You’re finally back,” He said once they pulled away.

She rolled her eyes playfully a teasing smile on her lips, “Were you counting down the days Cameron?”

He shrugged, “Maybe, I know you were.” That grin never leaving his lips.

“Now come on,” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders beginning to lead her to the kitchen of whoever’s house this was, “I need a drink and you need to tell me about Florida.”

“I already told you everything every day Rafe. Just sat out by the pool or on the beach,” She motioned towards her body, “got some new clothes.”

He raised his eyebrows eyeing her body, “Some very tiny clothes,” His eyes took in her mini skirt and tank top all the exposed skin doing something to him, “Any guys out there?” He didn’t look at her as he asked. Instead he grabbed a beer out of the fridge, cracking it open with his back to her.

She scoffed, “Florida boys? No thanks.”

He turned around smirking, “So just North Carolina boys for you?”

There was a look in his eyes that she couldn’t quite read. Every now and then he’d give it to her and her mind would spiral on what he could be thinking. She always hoped it was the same thing she was, “Mhmm only North Carolina boys.”

I hear it in your voice

You're smoking with your boys

I touch my phone as if it's your face

I didn't choose this town

I dream of getting out

There's just one who could make me stay

fall

Everything had felt boring lately. After the summer and after the start of senior year she felt like the parties in outer banks were a waste of time. It was always the same people doing the same things. Kids too young to know what’s good for them and too young to care about the consequences of their actions. Not a care in the world knowing mommy or daddy would get you out of whatever stupid decision you made.

She’d spent most of her high school career pretending to like parties and drinking. Even tried coke once but it made her feel like her brain was rotting so never again. When in reality she’d rather be home smoking on her balcony reading a good book or hanging out with her close friends around a bonfire. It was exhausting always having to put up a front that she was this social party girl.

It took her a long time to come to the realization that she didn’t have to be what people thought of her. On figure eight it felt like everyone knew your business and everyone thought they knew you. They start seeing you at parties talking to Rafe Cameron and all of a sudden you’re some party girl with a drug problem. Once people found out Rafe quit doing coke and dealing she just became the party girl. Kook prince and kook princess always stuck to each others sides, of course she was going go gain a reputation.

Once she realized that people are going to talk regardless what she did so she stopped caring. Started staying home more. Rafe kind of hated it. Because she wasn’t there anymore. But he made it work with their busy senior schedules. Always saying he can make time for his best friend. That’s what she was. His best friend.

best friend.

Even saying it in her head made her cringe. If only he knew that she wanted something more so badly. At first she didn’t even see him that way, he truly was a great friend. He listened to all her rants about music, school, books. Rafe paid attention, he was soft with her. She didn’t understand why people always said bad things about him because he never showed those sides to her.

She sighed thinking about him, sitting on her balcony. The thought of him was brought on by everyone’s instagram stories of the party currently happening. She had opted for one of those smoke on the balcony with a good show or book nights.

As she scrolled through her phone more it began to vibrate. Rafe’s contact popping up on the top of the screen. A warm feeling spread through her stomach, maybe it was just because of the weed. She pressed the green button and brought the phone up to her ear. Admiring the little picture of him first, it was one she took right before she had left for florida. He was holding up their friends dog with a big smile on his face.

“Hello?”

“Heyyy,” A raspy voice said on the other line. Immediately she knew he had been smoking as well, probably with all the guys outside. He could even still be passing the joint around. He could also be smoking a cigarette outside after he’s gotten a buzz, it was his favorite thing to do after a few beers.

She put the laptop that was resting on her to the side, bringing her knees up to her chest. Leaning her head to the side on her knees she smiled softly, “Hi Rafe, you rang?”

He can hear her smile. Rafe knows her like the back of his hand.

“I did, what are you up to?” He knows exactly what she’s doing tonight even though she didn’t even tell him.

The wide grin on her lips dulling slightly, “Uh just looking at some schools in california, also watching new girl.”

“Still wanna leave this place huh?”

She let out a breathy laugh picking at the thread on her bench, “You know me too well.”

“Of course I do. I’m coming over,” She could hear him walking on gravel.

“My parents are asleep Rafe,” It was almost one in the morning and her parents had some golf charity event early in the morning.

He laughed amused, “Okay? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s supposed to mean you have to climb up to my room on the second floor or stay at that party,” Her tone was stern not wanting him to get her in trouble but also praying he’ll come and not wake them.

“Hey I gotta convince you to stay close to me after high school so you brought this on yourself,” He was walking to her house. She didn’t live too far from where this party was and he didn’t want to drive after smoking and drinking. At his words her hand tightened around her phone closing her eyes for a second imagining he was there saying that to her but in a different context.

Rafe didn’t have to do anything to convince her. He was the only one who kept her here. It was why she was still mulling over the idea of leaving the outer banks.

“You better at least be bringing a joint for us,” She sighed feeling giddy about him coming over. He always made her feel like a school girl with a big crush on the cutest boy in school.

“Already had one with your name on it babe,” He always threw that word around like it meant nothing. It meant everything to her.

They bid their goodbyes as Rafe was a few houses away. Less than ten minutes later she heard rustling under her. Rafe was climbing the tree by her room. He stepped onto the ledge before getting hoping down.

“Rafe,” She shushed him harshly hoping her dad didn’t hear. His heavy feet landing with a thud.

He looked at her with a smirk, “oops.” He shrugged not really caring if he was loud. Grabbing her legs that were laid out on the bench and sat down placing them on top. One hand on her shin and the other right above her knee.

He leaned his head back looking at her. That contagious grin on his face his eyes hooded and a bit red from his night out, “So ms. I wanna run away. What’s this thing you’re trying to escape,”

She sighed leaning back, “Dunno. I guess everything. I want to start somewhere new, it’s hard when people think they know everything about you.”

He let out a short laugh, “Yeah tell me about it. Maybe we should escape together, I think you’re the only person who doesn’t see a douche bag when they look at me.”

Her heart burst. If they were in a cartoon there’d be hearts swirling around her head and violins playing.

She shook her head smiling, “No one sees you as a douche bag,” She smirked, “anymore.”

“It doesn’t matter because the family company will be mine after college and people will see that I’m more than just a pretty face with a bad attitude,” He smirked.

“You are a pretty face with a bad attitude,” She agreed before holding her hand out, “Also you have something for me no?”

He patted her legs, “How could I ever think you forgot.”

They smoked and talked all night. She put on a movie on her laptop but it was more of background noise. At almost four in the morning she started to drift off to sleep and soon she was asleep on Rafe’s lap. She just felt so comfortable and warm with his hand rubbing circles on her shoulder.

He carried her to her bed and tucked her in because he knew she got cold easily. He sat next to her on the bed and brushed a strand of hair out of her face. A small smile on his face, these were the nights he cherished with her. When the world felt so quiet that it seemed like they were the only people existing. No interruptions from their friends or their parents.

Just him and his girl.

I search the party of better bodies

Just to learn that you never cared

winter

She pushed through the crowd of people while scanning the room for the 6’2 man she was meeting. It was the first party she had come to since summer and she was only there because he had begged her to come. It was a christmas sweater party so she had on a red sweater with kittens playing with presents. She had gotten it with Rafe a week ago at a vintage store, it was the whole reason he even brought up this party. Telling her it’d be the perfect place to wear it to.

Spotting her friend Emma she went up to her, “Hey have you seen Rafe? he hasn’t been answering me.”

“I swear I saw him going to the bathroom like a few minutes ago,” She pointed towards the hallway.

“Thanks,” She waved and walked towards the hall.

It was much quieter in this part of the house. She’d never been here before so she didn’t know where the bathroom was. There was a door on her right and left and one straight ahead. She decided to check them all. She opened the door on the left and it was just a closet with towels. The door on her right was the bathroom. She was confused because wasn’t he supposed to be there.

She turned towards the last door and saw some light coming from under. She had a gut feeling this wasn’t going to be good. Slowly she walked towards the door and opened it just like ripping a band aid off and

ouch.

Rafe on top of Taylor Thompson. His hand under her sweater and his lips on her. Taylor’s hands in his hair. At the sound of the door opening Rafe turned around and the girl under him sat up to look.

“Shit,” He muttered feeling his heart sink.

She stood there in complete shock for a second before speaking, “Sorry to interrupt.” She slammed the door closed. Holding back her tears until she was in her car alone. Her feet knowing where to take her as her mind was elsewhere. Why would he do that? The last few months had felt different to her. It felt like there was a possibility of something more.

It felt like he literally ripped her heart out and shoved out down Taylor Thompson’s throat. That blonde bi-

“Y/n! Wait!” Rafe called as he chased after her.

She ignored him not really wanting to see him until she got her emotions in order. Now it was clear he wanted nothing to do with her and never cared about her, at least not in the say way. She didn’t want him to see her cry over him, it felt pathetic. They were outside now she had finally reached her car. Clicking the buttons to unlock it furiously.

“Stop!” Rafe said as he jogged to push her car door closed before she opened it all the way.

“What!” She yelled turning around to him. A look of anger in her eyes.

He took a step back seeing how upset she actually was, “I-It’s not what it looks like.”

She rolled her eyes, “I don’t care Rafe.” Crossing her arms defensively.

He furrowed his brows, “Then why are you leaving?”

“Because I can.”

“Y/n-“

“Rafe! I don’t want to third wheel all night so go fuck Taylor Thompson like you want, I don’t give a shit.” She seethed, tears pricking at her eyes.

He shook his head, “I don’t want to fuck her.”

“Then why were you kissing her?”

“I thought you didn’t care,” Now he was getting mad for some reason.

“Fuck you Rafe.”

He laughed bitterly, “Tell me why it bothered you so much.”

She scoffed confused, “What?”

“Why did me kissing her bother you?”

“Because it didn’t bother you. You just didn’t care,”

“About what?” He took a step closer. He was trying to get her to say it. To say that she cared because she liked him.

He knows he fucked up but after her reaction he realized that he had convinced himself she didn’t care when she did. Then he may have taken a few shots and gone into the guest room to breathe and call her. But then Taylor Thompson came in right when the tequila was kicking in and things got blurry. She was on him and he didn’t stop it and she tugged him on the bed and he just couldn’t move or stop. He also couldn’t stop thinking about y/n as it was all happening, wishing it was her.

“About me,” She sighed looking down voice so small.

“I care about you.”

She looked up at him with a frown. She sighed frustrated being able to hold her tears anymore as a few slipped down her cheeks, “No you don’t. If you did you wouldn’t have kissed her.”

She turned around quickly opening her car door and getting in. Rafe got what he wanted, to hear her say it. But maybe he fucked up so bad he can’t fix it. He steps back as her car starts and watches her drive away.

She can barely see between her tears as she drives home. She felt dumb. She felt like he was using her to make his ego bigger. Why did he have to ruin it? The one person who kept her tied to where she is had betrayed her the most. She knew he didn’t owe her any loyalty but she couldn’t help the way she felt.

I picked the petals, he loves me not

Something different bloomed

Writing in my room

spring

Three and a half months.

It’d been three and a half months of Rafe and her not talking.

After she left the party she promised herself she would never speak to him again. He hurt her and she couldn’t believe she’d let it happen. Feeling dumb for feeling the way she does towards him. How could she have let herself fall for him so much?

He had called and texted her relentlessly at first. Even tried to go up to her in school but she’d quickly turn and walk away from him. After a month of trying to get her to talk to him he gave up. He fucked it up more than he thought. Rafe gave her the space she wanted but he’d always be there in the background if she needs him.

Y/n couldn’t take it anymore. She couldn’t take him always looking at her with those eyes. Couldn’t take all the time she was spending alone. She thought she liked being alone and spending time alone but she also liked all the time she spent with him. He made her feel so care free and light. The anxiety that was constantly bubbling in her stomach would diminish around him because she didn’t have to pretend to be someone she’s not.

But enough was enough.

Ever since middle school she had kept a diary. A few stacks of books tucked away in the back of her closet hid her deepest feelings and every detail about her life. The current one she had been filling was almost full and the last quarter of the notebook was all Rafe. Well to be honest he was in all of them, and not in a weird way. He was just always there, they were always together.

But now that they didn’t spend time together her pages consisted of rants of her boring school days and writing different scenarios she had wished happened that night instead of what did. She had ranted about how he made her feel and how she felt seeing him on some other girl. A girl that wasn’t her. It should have been her.

After everything they had done together how could he not see her in the way she sees him? Maybe he did live up to his cold hearted reputation. Even though he had never done anything wrong before. She actually can’t remember the last time she saw him hook up with anyone. Not since the beginning of junior year and back then he was fully in his coke addiction. She remembers that night like it was yesterday.

They had become friends around that time the year before. Summer before sophomore year they met at midsummers when she caught him and his friends in the storage closet drinking from a bottle of vodka. Y/n told them she wouldn’t say anything if they let her have some. Rafe immediately liked her, she knew what she wanted and she got it.

Now it was a year later and he can feel her eyes on him as he kissed some rich touron. He was high out of his mind and he just wanted to make y/n jealous. But it didn’t work, the look he had caught from her as he trailed behind the redhead he just met was one more of disappointment. He felt his heart clench at the feeling. After that night he decided to get clean and stop the hard drugs because he hated that look.

She couldn’t take it anymore, keeping all of her feelings on sheets of paper. She needed to find him and yell at or just do something. He has confused her for years now and she was sick of it. Especially now that Rafe and her were closer than ever. All her pent of feelings seeped through as she sighed exasperatedly, putting her pen that had been furiously writing down. Slamming it on the desk as she harshly pushed herself up from her desk.

With anger she had stormed out of the house and driven to his. Her sneakers stomping on the ground as she marched towards him. Every one of their memories together flashing through her head.

She had spotted him on the dock and was b lining towards him. Rafe’s head turned as he heard her stomping towards him. His stomach flipped when his eyes landed on y/n, he had really missed seeing her around. Especially at his house. He propped his sunglasses up on his head and hopped back onto the dock. He had been getting the boat ready for a solo boat day to clear his head.

“Y/n?” He asked in disbelief.

“You!” She pointed at him and stopping once her finger was poking his chest, “Why are you the way you are!” Her finger jabbing into his chest with every word.

He watched as her chest rose and fell quickly. He had never really seen her mad before, something he always admired. But now seeing her with furrowed brows and steam practically coming out of her ears, he kind of liked it. Rafe knows he shouldn’t be thinking about how cute she looks and instead be getting on his knees begging for forgiveness.

He had really missed seeing her up close. Missed how dark her lashes were and how glossy her plump lips always were. He counted all her freckles to make sure she didn’t get any new ones while they were away from each other. Her hair was in a style he hadn’t seen on her before.

“Well hi to you too,” He smirked. He couldn’t help himself, couldn’t help use the charm he knew she loved.

She placed her palms on his chest and shoved him, barely making him move. Y/n began ranting, “For the last fucking four years you have been my best friend and you’ve been so confusing! Everything was fine at first but-but then you were always there for me whenever. And you always fucking listened to me. And you’re so funny. I started to feel different and then I saw you at that fucking party,” She glared at him, the image of him on that girl making her nauseous, “And then you changed. You don’t hook up with anyone and you don’t leave my side at parties,” she laughed sarcastically, “You even fucking call me babe sometimes. So I though oh maybe he feels different too then again I saw you on some fucking girl. And you chase after me so Rafe what the fuck do you want from me? Has this all just been bullshit to you? Am I just some fucking girl you get to flirt with to get your weird little fix until you find someone you actually want to be with?”

He rolled his eyes almost offended, “You know you’re not just some girl.”

She scoffed with wide eyes, “That’s all you took away from that. What else am I supposed to think? You make me feel special for years and I just wait and wait. Then when I think things are finally happening you go and kiss some girl.”

“Y/n-“

“Who fucking knows what would have happened if I hadn’t walked in.”

“Can I-“

“I know you would have fucked her and then came home to me to talk about your problems like I’m some wife in the 50s.”

“You-“

“You kill me Rafe.”

“Stop!” He practically shouted as he placed his hands on her shoulders. She closed her mouth and stared at him intensely.

“I was afraid you didn’t feel the same so I kept my feelings down. I’ve liked you since the moment I met you. But I was fucked up then so I didn’t act like it until I saw how much I hurt you. I changed for you and-and then I just got scared. You are someone so beyond me, you are like the nicest smartest most beautiful person. Why the fuck would you want me?” He laughed like it was obvious, “And we’re such good friends it was terrifying to think about how if I fucked it up I wouldn’t have you at all. No one’s ever actually tried to get to know me the way you have. And then I did fuck it up again,” he sighed scratching the back of his neck, “I shouldn’t have let her kiss me that night. I should have found you and told you what I’ve been feeling since I met you. That I love you so much it actually hurts. And it’s hurt me knowing I made you upset.”

“Rafe,” She sighed as her eyes softened. This was not going at all how she expected things to go.

“I get I fucked it up, so if you still never want to see me again that’s fine. But please give me a chance,” He was actually contemplating getting on his knees to beg.

“You’re such a big dumby. You’ve always had a chance. You mean so much to me. Rafe the only reason I haven’t applied to out of state schools is because I want to be with you. Even if it was just as friends,” She sighed feeling like a weight had been lifter off of her shoulders. A part of her still wanted to punch him.

He took a step closer lifting his hand and softly brushing his fingers across her cheek as he cupped her face, “Will you please go out with me? Because I am so in love with you.”

She leaned up towards him. Their noses now brushing, “I love you,”

He smiled as he pulled her towards him, their lips meeting. The kiss felt like every taylor swift love song playing at once. All the yearning felt worth it in that moments. Their lips moved against each other languidly, like they’ve always been doing this. Rafe’s hands moved to her waist, gripping in all the right places.

Y/n’s hand ran through his hair tugging when his hands reached lower giving her butt a squeeze.Rafe melted at her soft sighs and quiet moans as he trailed kisses down to her neck. Kissing behind her ear. He kissed her cheek as he faced her again. Her hazy eyes and swollen lips made his blood flow to a certain lower part of his body.

“Rafe, this doesn’t mean I’m not still kinda mad at you. You have a lot of making up to do,” She smiled innocently at him.

“Baby I’ll give you whatever you want. In fact, let’s go shopping now for our date tonight,” He kissed her one more time before moving to hold her hand dragging her towards his car.

She laughed as she trailed behind him knowing that one shopping trip wasn’t going to make it better. He owed her big time.

“It also doesn’t mean we’re boyfriend and girlfriend because you haven’t asked me,” She smiled smugly at him as he opened the door to his truck for her.

“I guess I have my work cut out for me then,” He said leaning against the frame of door once she had sat down.

“you do.”

He leaned up and kissed her softly, “Anything for you baby.”

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daechwitatamic · 1 year

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All That Holly, Jolly Sh*t || MYG

(banner by @/itaeewon)

Title: All That Holly, Jolly Sh*t

WC: 11k

Genre: exes to lovers, the babiest angst straight to fluffy smut (they’ve got shit to work out, but they get there!!)

Summary: You haven’t seen or heard from Yoongi since he broke your heart five years ago, laying out a logical list of reasons why you were better off breaking up. When a Christmas Eve blizzard traps you together for the night, you have no choice but to examine how few of those reasons are still true. And if they’re not… where does that leave you?

Rating: NSFW - minors DNI

Warnings: manbun!yoongi YES THAT IS A WARNING, drinking, language, kissing, breast play/nip stim, fingering, unprotected sex with bc (be safer than this!!!), multiple orgasms (f), penetrative sex, soft idiots in love

A/N: Merry Christmas, Kelly!!!! @here4btsfics I was soooooo excited to pull your name for @bangtansecretsanta because it gave me such a good opportunity to get to know you better and start talking to you! I really, really hope you love this little Christmas fic!

I know you said no angst so just a lil disclaimer, a synopsis I messaged my beta was "it hurts for a hot minute but then they kiss about it and everyone is fine" so I think you'll be okay!!!

Huge thank you to @kookstempo @moonleeai and @cherrysoulth for beta-ing and to @itaeewon for the gorgeous banner!

“Anything new with you? How’s work?”

You plaster on what you hope is a friendly smile and not a sarcastic one. Seokjin’s girlfriend is super nice, you remember her from a party over the summer, but you do not want to talk about work right now. You want to drown yourself in another cinnamon toast crunch cocktail and double-fist those iced, reindeer-shaped brown-sugar cookies.

You admit to being a little bit on edge.

You’ve attended Taehyung’s annual Christmas party every year since you left for college. It’s tradition, and it’s one of the only times each year that the whole group is back together again after you all went your separate ways in the world.

Except, for the last five years, Yoongi hadn’t attended. You never thought too much about why - too busy, other plans, just the fact that he’s an absolute Grinch… or maybe it’s your presence that keeps him away. You didn’t waste too much time thinking about it. You’re just always happy he isn’t there.

Until this year.

No one even had the decency to shoot you a warning text. Hey, heads up, your ex is here, very unexpectedly.

You knock back the rest of your drink and head to make yourself a new one.

You normally attach yourself to Jimin at these, but he’s betrayed you this year by bringing an absolutely gorgeous date. They’re currently hogging the doorway with mistletoe above it. You make a mental note to remind him tomorrow that the PDA thing stops being cute after a while.

“Work’s good,” you say, finally answering the question. “Nothing new. How about you and Jin? All good?”

“Nothing new to report!” she grins. Then, the smile slips off her face a little as she glances at her phone. She notices you watching and grimaces. “Sorry,” she says, “I’m not trying to be rude, I’m just keeping an eye on the radar. The storm tonight is supposed to get nasty.”

“Hey! What’s the rule tonight?” a voice bellows from the living room. It’s Taehyung, perched against the back of one of his couches, and he points an accusatory finger at the girl you’re talking to.

She must know something you don’t, because while you’re baffled, she looks chagrined. “Don’t talk about the blizzard,” she recites by rote.

“Don’t talk about the blizzard,” he repeats. “Have another drink. It’s Christmas Eve, we welcome the snow.”

“You’re the only person I know who’s optimistic enough to try to throw a party on a night they’re calling for the storm of the century,” Seokjin tells him, making his way into the kitchen - probably to protect his girlfriend from Taehyung’s scoldings.

“They say that every time,” Taehyung scoffs, waving a hand. Then he’s up and moving, heading towards the dining room, where a spread of food is laid out.

There must be more people in there, you think, because the kitchen and the living room are definitely looking a little less crowded than they were an hour ago. Yoongi and Hoseok are on the couch, glasses in hand, talking quietly. The tv, mounted high on the wall, plays a classic Christmas film in black and white. You stop before the balcony doors, peering out into the night. The lamps that line the parking lot glow orange, and you can see in the lamplight that snow is falling steadily, and it’s starting to accumulate a little on the pavement below.

Jimin comes up beside you. His date’s lipstick is still smudged in the corner of his mouth.

“You’re a hot mess,” you tell him affectionately.

“I think we’re gonna head out,” he tells you, ignoring the jab.

You shake your head, your earrings glittering in your reflection in the glass. “It’s not even nine,” you point out.

“The roads are going to get slick,” he tells you, suddenly serious. “You should think about getting an Uber before too long, too.”

“You’re going to break Taehyung’s heart,” you inform him. “I think he’s starting to catch on that people are leaving.”

“He should have rescheduled the party!” Jimin says hotly; he and Taehyung had argued about this passionately all week, ever since the forecast picked up on the storm coming through. “We could have done this yesterday, no blizzard, everyone would have stayed all night!”

Jimin’s date slinks over and presses her hand to his upper back. “Ready?” she asks, voice like silk.

“Bye,” you tell him sulkily. In the reflection, you watch him pause to tell Yoongi and Hoseok goodbye. They each stand, reaching in one at a time to give him a quick one-armed hug goodbye.

You keep watching the reflection in the glass as Hoseok takes advantage of already being up and heads for the dining room.

You knew it would happen at some point tonight - you’re alone in the living room with Yoongi. You’d just hoped it would happen after you were a lot drunker.

He meanders over. You glance at the drink in his hand - whiskey, neat. You could have guessed that on a gameshow and earned some money.

He’s dressed in all black - down to the chelsea boots. His hair is half-up in a bun that sits just behind the crown of his head. The rest brushes the tops of his shoulders, curling slightly at the ends.

He’d never had long hair like this before. It’s a crime how fucking good it looks.

Your gameplan tonight has been simple: avoid, avoid, avoid. But Yoongi stands close enough to reach out and touch you, sips at his whiskey, and murmurs, “It’s been a while.”

Five years. But who’s counting?

“It has,” you allow. You hate confrontation, you don’t want this to be a thing. You’re determined to be polite, play nice, and hopefully get out of here unscathed. “How have you been? Are you enjoying yourself?”

He wiggles his head. “Eh. You know I’m not into all that holly, jolly shit.”

“It’s a Christmas party,” you point out flatly. “Holly, jolly is kind of the point.”

He shrugs. “The point for me is just to see the guys, catch up with everyone. It’s been a long time since we were all together.”

He means we the guys, not we you and him. But your heart still speeds up at the word, the traitor.

You nod, turning away from him to look outside again. But your eyes stay on his reflection, both of you standing with your backs to the party. He looks down at his drink, swirls the amber liquid around the bottom of the glass.

“You always did hate the holidays,” you observe absently.

“We don’t have to do this, you know,” he says, so gently that it shocks you into turning to look at him.

“Do what?”

“Rehash everything,” he says with a shrug. “Talk about everything we remember. Talk at all.”

“If you don’t want to talk to me, then don’t,” you snap, suddenly defensive and heated. “You came over here, not the other way around.” So much for polite and non-confrontational. But damn, he has some audacity.

“That’s not what I meant,” he says, a little quickly, holding up his one empty hand like he’s surrendering. “I just meant… don’t feel like you have to, if you don’t want to. Don’t do it for my sake.”

Your temper settles, but you still feel a little… disgruntled, unsettled. “If I didn’t want to talk to you, I wouldn’t be,” you grumble.

He smiles at this. “That’s right. You never do anything you don’t want to do.”

Maybe that used to be the case.

The liquor takes over your mouth. “I didn’t want to break up,” you say pointedly, “so I guess that’s not true.”

He huffs out a single laugh, shaking his head at your audacity. “You always just say shit,” he murmurs. “To hell with the consequences.”

“What consequences?” you demand, turning to face him fully. “Are you going to dump me more? I fail to see how I could make things worse for us after five years of not speaking.”

He licks his lips, eyes on his glass again. That was the thing about you and Yoongi - he’s right, you did just say shit. And he always just handled it. He always heard you, processed it, and dealt with it productively. He never took the bait and got mad back, never yelled - even when you’d wished he’d yell.

“It’s because,” he’d told you, sometime around seven years ago, when you were together, “when you say absolutely wild shit like that, you always mean something else. And I just happen to be very good at translating you.”

Now, he meets your eyes again, having processed. Having translated. “What I’m hearing you say,” he says slowly, “is that you’re still mad at me.”

That’s all it takes to take the wind out of your sails - that’s always how it worked with you and Yoongi. You blustered and got worked up, and he defused you easily - just by meeting your gaze, just by assuring you that you were heard.

“I think I’m mad at our circumstances,” you correct quietly. “And I think I’ve had too many of these.” You eye the cocktail in your hand with narrowed, accusatory eyes.

He gives you the barest sliver of a smile. “Don’t blame the drinks,” he says, shaking his head. “You never could lie to me - it has nothing to do with alcohol.”

He’s right. For all your faults, for all the negatives you can take credit for, you always told him the truth.

Namjoon appears in the living room, a beer in hand, still in the bottle.

“I’m trying to decide which one of you needs to be rescued from the other,” he admits, looking between you, “and I honestly can’t tell.”

“Rescue him from me,” you say. “He’s been nice and I’ve been prickly.”

“You?” Namjoon says in mock surprise. “Prickly? No way.”

You flip him off, smiling.

Seokjin comes up behind Namjoon, clapping him on the shoulder. “I think we’re going,” he says, looking past you to the snow outside. “I don’t want to drive once the roads are slick.”

Namjoon sighs, following his gaze. “I was having fun,” he says sadly. “But I’m probably not too far behind you.”

“Nooo,” Taehyung whines from the dining room. “Everyone stop leaving! It’s just a little snow!”

Seokjin’s girlfriend finds him, joining your little circle, her phone still in her hand. “We’re supposed to have almost three inches by midnight,” she says in a whisper, clearly not wanting Taehyung to come after her. “We need to get moving.”

When Seokjin and his girlfriend leave, you float back towards the dining room. Namjoon and Yoongi stay behind, talking quietly. Probably, Namjoon is checking to make sure you weren’t too mean to him. Which… that’s fair.

The truth is, you aren’t mad at Yoongi. How could you be? When he ended things, he hadn’t been cruel, or unfair. His decision had been made logically. You understood exactly why he felt he needed to do it.

That’s where the hurt came from, you figured. You were always led by your emotions - quick to anger, but quick to laugh. Yoongi was always more even-tempered, logical. While you were packing up your life to move away from home for university, he’d laid out the reasons you shouldn’t stay together like they were a grocery list.

Like it didn’t hurt him at all.

None of his reasons were wrong. But would it have killed him to act like he cared? You’d been together three years - and you felt like they should count more, since they were such formative ones. Like dog years - each one should have counted for seven. It had broken your heart to let him walk away - shouldn’t he have felt something, too?

You’d dated plenty in college, a few of those relationships getting serious enough to last a few months. But at the end of the day, nobody compared to your first love. How could they? How could anyone?

No one understood you like Yoongi. No one could translate you like Yoongi. No one knew - or learned - how to settle you down like Yoongi. No one had that mental encyclopedia of useless knowledge like Yoongi. No one else had that perfect blend of dry and earnest like Yoongi. No one else fit to your body like a puzzle piece like Yoongi.

It didn’t matter. It didn’t matter then, and it doesn’t matter now. Yoongi had left, Yoongi had taken the decision right out of your hands and walked away with it. You weren’t mad at him, but you definitely resented that.

You’d had years to get over it, to forgive him, to come to terms with the fact that he was right about every single thing. But forgiveness and understanding are one thing. Letting go - of him, of loving him - is something else entirely, and you’re starting to think that even a lifetime of years won’t be enough for that.

That’s enough of that, you think, giving yourself a rough mental shake. You set down your drink glass and head for the bathroom, but it’s occupied. You lean against the wall outside, counting your breaths, trying to get yourself back into that holly, jolly headspace.

The door opens and Jungkook emerges, singing under his breath, “Pah-rum-pum-pum-pum!”

“Hi, JayKay,” you say, moving to slide past him into the bathroom.

“Oh, hey!” he says brightly. “I was just about to leave. You have a way to get home, right? It’s getting worse out there.”

“I was just going to Uber,” you tell him.

“Better do it soon,” he warns. “Soon the drivers aren’t going to want to be on the roads.”

“Good point,” you say, and wave a quick goodbye before shutting the bathroom door. You give yourself a stern look in the mirror.

Get it together, please, you think firmly. Seeing your ex - this ex, too, not just a casual one - for the first time in five years earns you a little wallowing, you think, and you fully intend to. At home. Later. Not here, in front of everyone.

Not here, in front of him.

Back in the kitchen, the party has really dwindled down to the last few people. Outside, snow falls as steadily as Taehyung’s guest list.

The peer pressure gets to you, and you pull out your phone and open a ride-share app. It takes a while before a driver connects, but you’re persistent. Once you have a driver, you watch the little image of their car start to head in your direction on the map.

From the dining room, you hear Yoongi make a tch of frustration. “No one is picking up for me,” he grumbles, seemingly to himself.

“Good,” Taehyung says seriously. “Don’t leave me.”

You go find your coat, slipping your arms into the sleeves and doing up each button. When you return to the dining room, Yoongi and Taehyung are the only ones left. Taehyung is fully, blatantly, sulking, his arms crossed on the table and his chin resting dejectedly atop them.

“Better luck next time, bud,” you tell him kindly.

Yoongi is still squinting at his phone screen, frowning.

You feel a twinge of concern, of the need to make it better for him the way you used to on a regular basis. “Still nothing?”

He shakes his head. “I don’t even see anyone on the map.”

You check your phone again - your car is just up the road. “I have one,” you tell him. “Join mine - we’ll just request the extra stop.”

Yoongi meets your eyes, holds your gaze for a minute. Then, he says, so seriously, “Are you sure?”

You know he means it. You know if you give any indication that you don’t want him in a car with you, he won’t push it.

“Yeah,” you say. “Of course. I’m not going to leave you stranded here.”

“Why not?” Taehyung whines, kicking his feet a little in protest.

“My car’s just here though,” you warn, eyes on your screen, both of you absolutely ignoring the host of the party.

“I’ll grab my coat,” Yoongi says, and heads for the hallway.

“Sorry, Taehyung,” you say sympathetically. “I know you’re sad.”

He refuses to look at you.

After giving over-the-top goodbye hugs to try and un-sulk the whiny baby, you and Yoongi head down the stairs and outside. You don’t look behind you to check that Yoongi is following. The car idles by the curb, and you double-check the license plate against the app.

In the backseat of the car, you slide over to make room for Yoongi. As soon as he closes his door and the car lurches into motion, the vibe changes. You sit stiffly, ramrod straight, eyes on the windshield. Yoongi’s not sitting quite as straight as you, but there’s a tightness to his shoulders, like he’s holding himself carefully so he doesn’t touch you by accident with the car’s inertia.

You had put in your parent’s address when you requested the ride, since that’s where you’re staying until New Years’ Day. You and Yoongi sit in blasting, blaring silence as the car crosses the middle of the town you’d both grown up in, that you’d run around in together as teenagers in love. But, past town, towards the quiet neighborhood where your parents’ house is, the car slows to a stop.

“I can’t go through this way, Miss,” your driver says, peering at you through the rearview mirror. “There’s a powerline down up there.”

“Oh shit,” you say, which is probably not very polite of you. You lean forward to look at the same time Yoongi does, your shoulders bumping. You both recoil quickly.

“I think you can get to the development from the other side,” you muse, “but we’d have to backtrack and go around the lake on the other side…”

“Let’s just go to my place,” Yoongi interjects. “The roads are getting worse, and it’s close.”

You frown. Yoongi’s parents’ house - which you’d been to plenty of times as a younger person - is on the other side of town. Not close by your standards, but you aren’t here to argue.

Or maybe you are.

“I don’t know, Yoongi,” you say, uncertainty creeping into your voice. “How will I get home from there?”

“You might have to stay,” he admits, leaning down to better look at the road through the front windshield. The driver sits, watching you debate, waiting for a directive.

You give Yoongi a silent look like, okay, and so you see my problem?

He scoffs at you. “It’s fine. We can handle one night.”

You want to ask, how sure are you about that? Instead, you start to tell the driver Yoongi’s parents’ address.

“Wait,” Yoongi says, putting a hand gently on your arm to stop you. You both freeze, looking at the point of contact. Yoongi shakes himself out of it first, and tells the driver a different address.

The car shifts back into drive and you look at Yoongi quizzically.

“Did your family move?” you ask finally.

Here’s the thing. You know Yoongi, you get Yoongi; five years apart hasn’t changed that at all. So when he licks his lips, shifts his gaze to his feet, and starts rubbing the back of his neck, you know it’s guilt.

“Yoongi?” you prod, suspicious.

He mumbles something, still not looking at you.

“What?” you snap. “You what?”

“I sort of moved back last month…” he repeats to the floor.

“You live here?” you repeat, dumbfounded. “You live in town again?”

“Currently, yeah,” he says, and there’s something in that currently that you’d really like to examine, but you’re still fucking floored.

Yoongi had gone to university in the city - hours away. The distance thing was reasons one through four of his Why We Need to Break Up list. It had made sense, logistically. It made sense when you went abroad for university, and he stayed here. It made sense when you returned and got an internship and then a full-time job in a different city, hours in the opposite direction. It made sense when you managed to go five entire years without being in the same place.

But now he was here. Reasons one through four, moot.

Reasons five to whatever largely revolved around being young and needing to experience the world and figure out what you want in life, that kind of shit. Now it’s five years later and you’ve both experienced plenty of bullshit.

Reasons five through whatever, moot.

You wonder, wordlessly, heart pounding again, if Yoongi knows or cares that every reason he gave you to validate walking away no longer applies.

“You live here,” you repeat. You’re stuck on it, you can’t move on. “I didn’t know.”

“Yeah,” he says guiltily. “I know you didn’t. I… was honestly fighting with myself about if I should reach out or not. I guess I ultimately decided not… since you’re in the city, and you have your whole life and everything…”

What life? You wonder.

The car pulls into a small, understated neighborhood. You’ve been here before; your chemistry partner from tenth grade lived in this development, you’d come to do homework more than once.

It’s always so weird to come back to this town, where everywhere you go has memories, secondary definitions. It’s not just a library, it’s the library where Yoongi had kissed you for the first time. It’s not just a park, it’s the park where you’d had your first fight, where you’d screamed at him in front of God and the ducks and all the moms pushing strollers. It’s not just a diner, it’s the diner where Yoongi had told you that it made no sense to try and stay together from different time zones.

Everything came back to him. It always had. It always does. In a lot of ways, you felt like you were fated to be tied to him this way - and you usually didn’t believe in shit like that.

You always break your own rules for him.

The place is small, and not very Yoongi-ish, but you keep your thoughts to yourself as Yoongi slides out of the car and waits for you.

“Get home safe,” you tell the driver before closing the door. Yoongi’s got his house keys in his hand, and he leads you up the walkway. It’s slick, and you try to step only in the footprints he leaves in the inch of snow coating the ground.

Inside, the light over the sink illuminates a small, mostly empty kitchen. That’s not very Yoongi-ish either, you think. You remember him cooking all the time - appliances everywhere, cutting boards hanging, pots and pans stored on hooks.

He passes the kitchen and enters what looks like the living room, reaching to click on a few dim lamps. They cast a yellow glow to the room.

You set down your purse and fold your coat up on top of it. Yoongi waits for you in the living room, his hands in his pockets, his eyes on the window, watching the snow. His jawline from the side nearly takes your breath away. He’s so damn beautiful it makes you sick.

And he’s back, Yoongi is back.

“Do you want something to drink?” he asks, finally looking at you.

“Whatever you’re having would be great,” you tell him. You settle gingerly on one end of the couch as he busies himself in the kitchen. You shoot your parents a quick text that the roads were too bad and you weren’t going to make it back to their place so they wouldn’t worry.

Yoongi returns with two glasses of red wine. He hands you one wordlessly and sits opposite you on the couch.

“So,” you say. The awkward, hyper-polite vibe from the car is back. Like you’re strangers. Like you didn’t know each other inside and out, once. “You’ve been here a month?”

“Just shy of it,” Yoongi corrects politely. “I signed a two month lease, so… I’ve got a few weeks to figure out my next move.”

“You don’t think you’ll stay?” you ask, then sip at the wine. It’s good - of course it’s good, he’s got great taste. You love and hate that about him.

He shrugs, drinks from his own glass. “Doubt it.”

He doesn’t give you any more information than that - why he’s back, what’s next for him, why he’s here for such a short time.

You don’t press it. He’ll tell you if he wants to.

Instead, you both drink in silence. Outside, the snow seems to redouble its efforts, the wind picking up until it seems to be snowing sideways for minutes at a time before calming into a normal downward fall again.

“I think we made the right choice,” Yoongi murmurs, and it takes you a second to realize he’s talking about the weather and Taehyung’s party, not about your past.

“Mhm,” you nod, as you come back into the present. That’s a problem you have - you’re always looking back. “Imagine if we were just leaving now? What a mess. Thanks for taking me in, I guess.”

“You guess,” he repeats, rolling his eyes, but there’s no ire in it.

You drink in silence a little longer, and then Yoongi rises with a sigh. “I’ll go put clean sheets on the bed,” he says, sort of absently, like he’s both talking to you and also just thinking out loud. “And then I’ll show you how to work the tv in there if you –”

“I’m not sleeping in your bed, Yoongi,” you tell him flatly.

He balks. “I didn’t mean with me, I meant by yourself!”

“No, I know that,” you reassure him. “But I’m not letting you sleep on your own couch because of me. I’ll sleep out here. It’s fine.”

“Absolutely not,” he says, shaking his head vehemently. That long hair swishes. “You’re a guest. I’m not putting you on the couch.”

“Yoongi,” you say sternly. “If I know you’re out here on the couch and I’m in there with your whole friggin bed, I will simply not sleep because I will feel too guilty about it! And I would like to sleep. So, please, put your chivalry and hospitality aside, and let me sleep. Out here.”

He considers this, because he knows you, and he knows you’re telling the truth. “Fine,” he concedes, and disappears into what must be his bedroom.

When he returns, he’s carrying a stack of what looks like linens. He sets down the pile and you spy blankets and pillows. He pushes the pillows aside gently and picks up something else, turning to hold it out to you, an offering.

It’s gym shorts and a large tshirt, and you reach to take them without thinking. Once they’re in your hand, they feel suddenly heavy with meaning. You used to wear his clothes all the time - you might have one or two of his hoodies in the back of your closet at home because you love them and don’t want to get rid of them, even though you feel too weird to actually wear them. You’re not sure how you feel about wearing his clothes again, now that it means nothing. The alternatives are pretty undesirable, though, so you’ll have to grin and bear it.

“There’s a half-bath on the other side, through the kitchen,” he says, nodding towards the bathroom in question. “So you don’t have to feel weird walking through my room to the full bath if you don’t want to. Though... do you need to shower? I can get you towels and stuff –”

“Maybe in the morning?” you say, eyeing the clock on the wall. “Just… could I borrow face-soap? And toothpaste?”

You’ll have to make do without your make-up remover and an actual toothbrush. Finger-brushing it is.

When you emerge from the bathroom, teeth freshly finger-brushed, wearing Yoongi’s clothes, he’s standing at the kitchen sink, rinsing out the wine glasses you’d used.

You brush past him silently, and start setting up the couch how you want it. You hear the sink turn off, the click of the lightswitch as he shuts off the lights behind him. He comes back through the room and pauses in his doorway.

“Do you need anything?” he asks.

“No,” you say, feeling small in his baggy shirt, feeling small in the face of all the feelings you’re swimming in right now. “I’m all good.”

He looks at you for a long minute, searching. “Okay,” he says, finally. “Sleep well.”

He turns into his room, and you watch his skinny wrist turn as he reaches to shut the door.

“Yoongi,” you say, the word out of your mouth before you really know what will follow it. He pauses, peeks his head back into view, raises an eyebrow at you. “Thanks,” you say, meekly.

He nods, silent, then reaches to close his door, gently and effectively shutting you out.

You get comfortable on the couch, bunching the blanket up around your head how you like it. It takes almost no time at all to fall asleep, and when you do, you don’t dream.

You’re awakened sometime later by a noise, and you sit up, your brain scrambling to catch up to the present and figure out where you are.

A couch, it processes. It comes back to you a little at a time. Yoongi’s couch. Yoongi’s house. Yoongi’s house in town.

The noise that woke you must have been his bedroom door opening, because as you slowly get your bearings, you become aware of him staring at you from his doorway.

“Didn’t mean to wake you,” he says apologetically, then moves across the room towards the kitchen. “I just needed water.” Then, from the kitchen, as an afterthought, he asks, “Do you want one?”

“Please,” you say immediately, mentally cataloging all the effects of dehydration you can feel. Cottony mouth, ringing ears, the tingling beginnings of a headache…

He returns to the living room and stops near the couch. You stretch to turn on one of the dim lamps, casting a quiet yellow on the room. He stands there in too-big pajamas and holds out a water bottle silently.

It’s definitely still the middle of the night. You can’t have slept more than a few hours. Everything feels different, somehow. It was so awkward before; you’d felt the need to be cautious and hyper-polite. Now everything feels blurred, fuzzy with sleep, softer. You’re sitting up, the blanket you’d been sleeping under still over your lap. You reach over and lift the other side, holding it up like a question.

Yoongi pads over and sits on the far side of the couch, but he curls his legs up and slips his bare feet under the blanket. You let it fall, covering him from the shin down.

He taps on his phone and grimaces at the time. “Hey,” he says, a little wry, “Merry Christmas.”

You smile. “Merry Christmas, Yoongi.”

He taps at his screen again and a speaker near his tv comes to life, playing what has to be a Coffee Shop Christmas playlist, pre-curated. You lean your head against the back of the couch, listening to the strum of acoustic guitar and the gentle snare of a drum meander through a mellow, lethargic version of It Came Upon a Midnight Clear.

“Christmas music, huh?” you tease, eyes closed. “That’s very holly, jolly of you.”

“I don’t hate Christmas,” he protests. “I’m not, like, a Grinch. It’s just… another day. So is tomorrow. Why all the fuss?”

You bump his foot with your knee beneath the blanket. “Scrooge.”

Ignoring your teasing, he looks sideways at you, something baleful on his face. “Y/N? I wanted to tell you I’m sorry.”

You’re surprised into silence, looking back at him across the couch. “What? What for?”

He grimaces, like the answer is too big, like he’s got an annotated list of every fault he’s mentally cataloged. “For all of it, I guess.”

You’re not letting him off the hook; this is too important to skirt around. “What are you sorry for, Yoongi?” you ask seriously.

He laughs once, quietly, incredulously, like he can’t believe you. “You really want to go there?”

“You know I do.”

He thinks before he speaks - one of your favorite things about him. “Because for the last five years, I hated myself for leaving you behind. And I wondered every day if you hated me for it, too.”

You sit in silence, feeling frozen. Yoongi lets you - Yoongi waits. Is he admitting regret? Does that mean he’d do it differently, given the chance?

Because here you are - being given the chance, in a way.

“I was never mad at you for going,” you tell him, because you know he needs to know. Yoongi doesn’t say things he doesn’t mean, which means he really did wonder if you hated him. You don’t owe him much, but you figure you owe him this truth. Then you admit, “But I was mad at myself for… letting you. Did you… I mean, should I have argued? When you left?”

You’d always wondered. What would have happened if you’d fought just a little harder for him to stay?

He scoots a little closer, tugging the blanket closer to his knees, thinking about your question. “I think part of me had hoped you would… but it wouldn’t have changed my mind,” he tells you honestly. “Just would’ve made it hurt more. The way things happened, I could lie and tell myself you were fine with letting me go.”

You exhale on a note of indignation. “Fine? That was you. You were so… okay with walking away.”

He shakes his head. He must have taken the bun out when he went to bed, and his hair swishes around his shoulders, loose and beautiful. “I wasn’t okay. I didn’t go a single day and not wonder… how you were. I didn’t go a single day sure that I made the right choice.”

You feel, weirdly, kind of pissed. “What am I supposed to do with that, Yoongi? Seriously?”

He opens his mouth to answer this rhetorical question, but you don’t let him. The words pour out of you, unleashed after five years of being held back.

“This is just… unfair. Because normally, in the movies, when you get this moment - the post-mortem - with someone from your past… they always ask why, right? Why’d you leave? But I don’t need to ask why - I know the why, I understood why. I want to know… I want to know if you regret it. If you’d take it back.”

“That’s two different questions,” he says solemnly, “with two different answers.”

You cut your eyes at him. It’s the middle of the night and your brain is mostly mush. You need him to just be forthcoming, just say things plainly.

He knows.

“Of course I regret it,” he whispers finally, as if the words hold too much weight to utter any louder. “I regretted it while I was still saying it. I hated being away from you, I hated not talking to you, I hated not knowing how you were or what you were doing or if you… still cared about me at all.” He pauses, inhales slowly, rubs a hand down his tired face, then exhales with a whoosh. “But would I take it back? I don’t know.”

You exhale, eyeing the ceiling. Who’s the one just saying shit now? God. “You can’t just say things like that, Yoongi,” you tell him, eyes trained on the shitty, popcorn ceiling above you.

He says your name, still so soft, so quiet.

“What?”

“Don’t cry.”

It’s so stupid. You hadn’t cried then, not in front of him. You wipe hastily under your eyes. “Sorry,” you say hastily, trying to save face. “It’s the lack of sleep.”

“I’m not sure I would take it back,” he repeats carefully, and you realize he hadn’t been done before - you’d interrupted his thought, “because when I left… I knew the whole time that it didn’t make anything better. But if I hadn’t… I think I’d still be wondering if I should, if we’d be better apart. I wouldn’t know, so the question would still be hanging over me.”

You think he’s saying something without saying it, but it’s like four in the morning and you just aren’t sure.

“But now?” you prod.

He shrugs, like it’s so simple. “Now I know the answer.”

You want to shake him. You’ve never had a conversation go in circles like this in your life, and you need to get to the center of it. “Yoongi,” you say, your voice tight like a warning.

He knows.

He always knows. He cuts to the chase. “I have a job lined up in the city.”

You almost drop your water bottle. “My city?”

“Your city.”

“Yoongi,” you say again, pleading. “Just say what you mean.” Please.

He smiles your favorite of his smiles - only one half of his mouth lifts at first, cocky, until it spreads the rest of the way and shows his gums in all their glory. “Just thinking about that whole list of reasons we shouldn’t be together… null and void now, don’t you think?”

You feel like you can’t breathe. You’ve both been circling it like predators, and now you’re closing in.

“So what does that mean? For you?” Do you dare to ask it? You do. “For us?”

Someone else, you think, would probably have asked you, what do you want it to mean?

But it’s Yoongi - and Yoongi knows the answer already.

He’s pushing the blanket off of his legs - and yours - and coming to hover over you. Your body responds, laying back against the pillow you’d been sleeping on, making room for him like it remembers exactly how you fit. Your fingers find his jaw like they’re magnetically drawn, your thumb sliding against his cheek.

His hair falls around your faces like a curtain, blocking out the dim lamplight, as his mouth finds yours.

Kissing him again is everything. It’s absolutely everything. He’s home, he’s wilderness, he’s calm, he’s the whole damn storm, he’s undoing every seam you have, he’s stitching you back together, he’s beautiful beautiful beautiful.

His lips are soft but sure against yours, his jaw moving under the press of your fingers. You feel like you’re flying, falling, maybe both, as your eyelids flutter. He’s bracing himself with his hands on either side of you, holding himself over you. You were resting your free hand against his side, his ribs like piano keys beneath your palm, and you find yourself bunching his shirt into your fist, trying to pull yourself up, closer, closer.

You have to will yourself not to babble against his mouth, I missed you, I missed you, I missed you. You could say it six hundred times and it still wouldn’t get it all out of you. You pour it into the kiss instead, straining up to meet him, beating words away from your mouth as you toy with his bottom lip.

He drops his lower body carefully, pinning your hips beneath his own, shifting to hold himself up on elbows instead of hands. The weight of him is welcome; something needs to keep you tethered to this planet.

He licks into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours, and you inhale sharply against his mouth.

“Yoongi,” you murmur against his lips, and he turns his head to kiss your palm where it’s been resting against his face. There’s something so tender about it that tears spring to your eyes, and you blink them away quickly.

Then he’s leaning down to capture your mouth again, humming a low, happy note against you. You go for the hem of his shirt, pulling until it gets tangled against his armpits. He sits back on his haunches, helping you pull it over his head and tossing it somewhere behind you. Your eyes trace him, over and over, trying to remember every shade and every line, trying to find every difference from five years ago. He’s beautiful, flushing dark across the chest, eyes positively predatory in their focus on you.

“You, too,” he says, sounding a little breathless, and you scoot back and sit up. He goes for your hem before you can, tugging it up and over your head. The cold air assaults you and you shiver. Yoongi makes a noise somewhere between a groan and a growl in appreciation, lowering himself over you again. His kiss is insistent this time, one hand coming up to cup a breast, fingers deftly rolling your nipple, sending electricity skittering down your spine. You whine, deep in your throat, and you feel his lips quirk into a smile.

“Would you kick my ass if I said ‘I’ve missed your tits’ right now?” he asks, chest quaking as he tries to rein in laughter.

“Yes,” you grumble, reaching to weave your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck. You tug him back so you can kiss him again, and he lets out a quiet, breathy moan as you do.

“Okay,” he says, in between kisses, “but I did.” Then he puts his money where his mouth is - or maybe vice-versa - to prove it, lowering his head and taking the other nipple in his mouth, flicking it lightly with his tongue. Your whole body reacts, feet stretching, back arching to push against his body, fingers tightening in his hair as you moan out loud. Each little motion of his mouth ignites sparks that reach every part of you - the pit of your stomach, the base of your spine, clear down to your toes.

It’s honestly embarrassing how turned on you get as he continues, working one side until you’re writhing beneath him, thighs rubbing together desperately, then switching to continue his onslaught on the other side.

“Yoongi,” you gasp, and some absent part of your brain is aware that his name is the only coherent word you’ve said in a while. “Please, you’re torturing me.”

He releases you with a wet pop, grinning up at you deviously. “So pretty when you beg like that,” he remarks, like he’s observing the weather - which is still a fucking blizzard, by the way. Then he’s coming up to kiss you again, deep and slow this time. His hand slides along your bare stomach, around and under your back, and you arch your back partly to make room for his arm underneath you, and partly because you can’t not, as his fingers leave a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“Please, what?” he murmurs, lips close to your neck, his fingers tracing the edge of the shorts you’re wearing - his shorts. “What do you want?”

“Anything - whatever you’ll give me,” you manage. All you can focus on is his fingers, their circular path along your lower stomach, toying with your waistband.

It must be the right answer, because he slips his hand into your shorts, fingers pressing along your slit, your underwear clinging to you already. He slides his fingers along the slickened fabric, eyes on your face, listening to the tiny moans that escape when you exhale.

He shifts to his side, between you and the back of the couch, and you loop an arm around his neck - half to hold yourself up on the couch, and half because you need to be holding him. You can feel how hard he is now, as his body presses against your legs. He distracts you with a kiss, and slips your panties aside, wasting no time in sheathing his middle finger up to the last knuckle.

You hiss his name, your head lolling back against the couch in pleasure, your neck bared to him. He gives it a quick nip and then a kiss as he adds a second finger, pumping in and out of you slowly. You groan, the sound rumbling from your chest. You could let him do this all night if you had the patience - just this simple act feels so good you think you might come undone.

And if you remember anything about sex with Yoongi, he’s just getting started.

He slips his fingers out of you and brings them up to your clit, circling once, then twice, before going back to where he started, the pad of his middle finger circling your entrance, careful to stay just outside.

Your whole body turns to jelly, everything quivering from head to toe at the sensation. You grip the couch with both hands, digging your fingers in. “Ohhh my god,” you manage, something accusatory in your tone, like you’re asking him how the fuck are you doing that?

He smiles against you, middle finger still running in lazy circles through the wetness collecting there. “That’s right, I know what you like,” he murmurs, smug, his lips tickling your neck, before plunging both fingers back into your heat without warning. He repeats the cycle - in, out, up, down, around, around, in again - until you’re dizzy from it, your fingers clutching the fabric of the couch so hard that you’re sure you’ll rip it.

You have one single moment of clarity that sends you reaching down to where you can feel him hot and hard against your leg, but he shifts away, tutting.

“You first,” he says. “I want to see you make that face you make. It’s been literal years.”

“Oh my god,” you say, feeling yourself flush. “Yoongi! Seriously?”

He laughs, shoulders shaking. “What? I love to watch you lose your shit. What a fucking ego boost.” He punctuates these words with a quick change of wrist direction, suddenly pistoning against your front wall in a way that has your comeback melting right out of your brain.

He’d had you close before, and the sudden switch-up does the trick - you feel everything tighten from your shoulders to your toes, your eyes screwing shut. Yoongi shifts his weight to hold your leg in place so you can’t try to close them on him and redoubles his efforts, humming in pleasure as you squeeze around his fingers like a vice.

You let out a series of wordless cries as the pleasure builds to the point you want to shy away from it, and then Yoongi presses his thumb to your clit just so and you’re spiraling over the edge, your ears filled with a buzzing white noise, your toes curling, your desperate hands leaving the couch and clutching Yoongi instead, trusting him to guide you to the other side.

When you come down, heart hammering in your chest, you bat his hand away, breaths heaving.

“Take those off,” you pant, tugging on the bit of his pants you can reach, and shimmying your own bottoms the rest of the way off and dumping them onto the floor.

“Bossy,” Yoongi remarks, smirking sideways at you as he obeys.

You resituate yourself against the arm of the couch as he comes to kneel near your feet, stroking himself languidly. You both freeze with the same thought at the same time.

“Do I…” he says hesitantly, “do you want me to wear -?”

You stare at him, wide-eyed, mind racing for an answer. You’re tempted to just tell him it’s fine, because surely having a how many people have you been with in the five years since we broke up conversation will absolutely kill the mood right now. But that’s not really safe.

“Maybe you’d better?” you venture. “Have you -? I mean, we don’t need to talk about this right now. But I haven’t been with anyone without… you know.”

“Same here, and I got tested after… the last one. Just in case,” he admits, eyes on yours, and the moment feels heavy. Do you trust Yoongi to tell you the truth?

Of course you do.

“I’m okay if you’re okay,” you tell him. “No pressure.”

“You’re still on -?” he checks, and you nod.

“In that case,” he says, and leans over you to kiss you again. You can feel him, rubbing along the messy slickness, and it occurs to you that you haven’t even touched him yet.

You whine, twisting your shoulders to try and reach him with a hand, but he’s too impatient, lining himself up and starting to sink into you. You groan at the stretch - it’s been a while since your last fling - but the sound that tears through Yoongi’s throat is more like a growl, guttural and animalistic.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he growls through gritted teeth, as he slowly rocks into you until he bottoms out, his hips tight against yours.

He’s everywhere - caging you in, hovering above you, holding you down, filling you up. He’s everywhere, and he feels both so familiar it makes you want to cry again, and also - somehow - brand-fucking-new, like you’ve never felt him before.

You can feel every ridge of him, every twitch, as he sets a slow but even pace, letting you adjust.

“God,” you gasp when he hits a spot just right. His head had been hanging above you, his eyes watching the place where he disappeared inside you, all that long hair loose, but he smirks up at you at this.

“Good,” he coos, and picks up the pace, hips smacking yours, filling the room with the lewd sounds of skin on skin, his grunts and your whines.

You’re gasping a little at each stroke, that tight feeling bubbling at the pit of your stomach growing stronger with each thrust. “God,” you growl, fingertips pressing into his shoulder blade as you hang on for dear life. “Yoongi, fuck!”

He slows on purpose, straightening up, forcing you to release your hold on his back. He grins at you, that shit-eating, one-sided grin, and then grabs your ankles, maneuvering them both to rest against his right shoulder. He leans forward against your legs and hammers into you, breathing hard, and you swear to god you see stars for a second.

“Ohmygod, yes, there,” you gasp, hands going to the backs of your own thighs to help alleviate the stretch. You need to start doing yoga or something.

The build-up is slower this time, the feeling pulsing through you in waves that strengthen and ebb again. Yoongi can tell when it’s real by the change in your voice - wordless whines rising in pitch, by the arch of your back, by the way you clamp around him so hard that he almost loses it right there.

“Yeah?” he asks, the word more like a gasp for air. “Close?”

“Please,” you beg, the sensation of pure light racing up your legs to your toes, the pulsing starting slow and determined in your core.

“I’ve got you,” he promises, brows furrowed with concentration as he works to keep a steady pace. He grips one of your ankles and switches it to his other shoulder, creating space to reach down and rub gentle figure-eights around your clit.

The wave takes you over, and there’s a long moment where you’re completely devoid of your senses - no sight, no sound, nothing but how tight tight tight everything has gone, too tight to even breathe - and then it breaks and you can hear yourself wailing, eyes shut against the onslaught of sensations. You clench around Yoongi hard, the aftershocks rolling through you, so hard that he hisses and drops his forehead to yours, his pace slowing significantly as he fucks you through it.

You go boneless as it leaves you, and Yoongi pushes all the way inside you and stills, pressing his lips to your temple.

“You good?” he murmurs, so sweet for someone who just had you experiencing the multiverse.

“Mhm,” you manage to respond, so spent and tired that you can barely form the word.

“C’mere,” he grunts, slipping out of you, and he grips the back of your neck, hauling you upright and falling backwards in the same motion, pulling you over top of him. You loop your arms around his neck, feeling floaty, and he wraps his around your middle. You bury your face in the crook of his neck, his breath loud next to your ear.

“Can you keep going?” he checks. “I know you’re tired. I’m almost there, I promise.”

“M’good,” you assure him against his collarbone, and he gives you one quick squeeze before reaching down to adjust himself. He pushes in and you cry out, the sound muffled as you press your face into him. You’re so sensitive now, the sensation is entirely different.

“You can take it,” he whispers, sliding a hand down your spine. Then, with a grunt of “shit,” he grabs you and jackhammers up into you, his fingers furrowing into the meat of your ass, so tight you think you’ll have five little bruises on each side when this is over.

You feel so close to him - your cheek presses up against his, your arms wrapped tight around him, his hands securing you in place, his heart beating wildly against yours where your chests press together.

You gasp for breath into the crook of his neck, holding on for dear life, just trying to take what he gives you. You can hear his breathing change as he gets close, his pace quickening but his thrusts starting to come less evenly, his grip on your ass tightening just a bit further as he pulls your hips down to meet his every few thrusts.

“Is inside okay?” he asks, the words sounding like they’re torn from him.

“Yes,” you tell him, but it comes out more like a moan.

“God,” he grunts in response to this, and the word tears, ending on a strangled moan as he empties himself deep inside you.

You lay there, gasping for breath, for a long minute. Then Yoongi gives you an affectionate pat on the ass, indicating that it’s safe to move.

“Go get in the shower,” he suggests. “I’ll grab you a towel and meet you in there.”

“I don’t know if I can get there,” you say, joking, but your legs feel like jelly. You grab your phone and make your way, wobbly, through the living room and into his bedroom.

You hadn’t come in here before. It’s clean, but sparse. It’s devoid of anything that makes it feel homey. It’s devoid of anything that makes it feel like Yoongi.

You keep going, padding through his room and towards the attached bathroom, fumbling for the lightswitch. You place your phone next to the sink and fiddle with the shower’s knobs until you get a steady stream of hot water going.

It feels heavenly to step under the hot water, your aching muscles relaxing in the steam. But it feels even better when Yoongi wraps his arms around you from behind, pressing his lips to the side of your neck.

“Hi,” he murmurs.

“Hi,” you giggle. You might still be riding a little bit of a post-orgasm high.

You both rinse off in silence, and then Yoongi places his hand on the knob, looking at you to make sure you’re ready to get out. You nod, but he hesitates.

“Will you sleep with me?” he asks, a little unsure, leagues different from the cocky man you’d been tangled up with mere minutes before. “Don’t go back to the couch.”

You give him a soft smile, and he turns off the water, reaching for the towels hanging just outside.

“Of course I will,” you tell him before wrapping yourself up in the soft, gray terry-cloth.

You crawl into his bed once you’re dry, and he joins you after making a quick pass through the living room to turn the lights back off and gather up the clothes you’d both tossed around. When he clicks off his bedside lamp and rolls to face you, you feel a fluttering of nerves in your stomach.

You’re not sure where you go from here.

You lay facing each other in the darkness; it’s just too dark to really see much, but you can tell he’s looking at you.

You’re laying there, letting your thoughts spool around you, the what-if’s and what-now’s laying themselves out in your mind, when you realize you’ve reached out without meaning to, your fingers tangling in his long hair, rolling strands between them. You keep playing with it, cautiously, practically holding your breath, waiting to see if he objects.

Instead, you feel him relax under your hand, letting out a long breath. “That feels nice,” he admits, voice breathy with almost-sleep and barely audible.

You fall asleep without any answers, with your fingers curled up in Yoongi’s hair.

You wake up to a warm body behind you, not quite touching. You shift your cold toes a little closer to the warmth you find, smiling when you hear him whine about it. The light outside is white, that abnormal shade of light that comes from sunlight bouncing off of snow and ice. You’re about to close your eyes again when you realize that the warm body behind you isn’t sleeping, because you can hear the incriminating clicking and clacking of a keyboard.

“Are you seriously working right now?” you ask him, rolling a little to look at him over your shoulder. He peers back at you guiltily, his glasses low on his nose, fingers frozen in the air above the keys.

“I just wanted to answer a few -”

“It’s Christmas morning!” you scold.

“I’m aware of that,” he answers dryly.

You narrow your eyes at him. “Turn it off, Yoongi. It’s Christmas and you are in bed with someone. My God.”

He shoots you a defensive look, but finishes whatever he was doing and clicks the laptop closed, leaning over to place it on his nightstand.

“You haven’t changed at all,” you say, a little fondly, sitting up a little next to him.

“Neither have you,” he says pointedly. It’s less fond when he says it.

You consider this. “You want to know something stupid?” you ask. Yoongi doesn’t answer out loud, just meets your eyes and waits. “You’re right. I haven’t changed. I think… I think I’ve been afraid to.”

He turns to face you, sensing how serious you are about this. “What do you mean?” he presses.

You stop to think, the way you learned to after spending years watching him, knowing he did this better than you. “I guess… some little part of me always wondered what would happen if we crossed paths again. If I changed too much… what if I stopped being someone you’d want? What if I became someone so different that your heart didn’t know mine anymore?”

It sounds so corny coming out of your mouth, but the truth behind it is so heavy you can’t hold it up anymore. It was a fear you’d secretly harbored for half a decade - what if fate put Yoongi in your life again, and he still didn’t want you?

And Yoongi does what he’s always done - hears you, understands you, answers you in your own language.

“Impossible,” he says softly, leaning closer to you, eyes combing your face. His voice is like a layer of snow, smooth and clear, full of something unnamable. Or maybe you don’t want to name it. You turn your head, as if that will get you further away. “That’s impossible. My heart will always know yours.”

You look at your hands, feeling a little choked up. Your heart stutters and jumps in your chest. The question you’re holding back churns in a little ball behind your ribs.

“Hey,” he says, softly but intently. You manage to look up at him. “Let’s make breakfast?” He says it like a question.

“Yeah,” you say, able to speak again. “That sounds good.”

Yoongi lends you sweatpants, since it’s too chilly to roam around the house in basketball shorts, and busies himself in the kitchen while you get changed. When you finally join him, he’s plated something for each of you, and he pushes a glass of iced coffee towards you.

You can’t help but smile. “You remember,” you accuse, and he avoids your eyes, cheeks flushing.

“You get a girl ninety-thousand iced coffees, it stays with you,” he defends.

“Ninety-thousand,” you scoff, but you’re pleased. As you eat, you look out the kitchen window. It’s bright outside, but it’s still snowing - tiny, wispy flakes floating leisurely down to join you. The road clearly hasn’t been plowed yet; the snow outside is untouched, unbothered, a perfect sheet of white. You can’t even tell where the road is, except for the mailbox poking up out of the feet of snow on the ground already.

Yoongi follows your gaze. “Looks like you’re trapped here for a while,” he observes.

“A shame,” you deadpan, and he kicks at you playfully beneath the table.

“Well,” he says, thinking out loud, “since you won’t let me get any work done… do you want to put on a movie?”

“A Christmas movie?” you ask, perking up.

He rolls his eyes, but he’s fighting a little smile. “I guess that’d make sense,” he agrees.

He leads you back to the couch, which you eye sideways, remembering clearly what this couch witnessed about three hours ago. Yoongi seems unphased, slouching sideways against some pillows and looking at you expectantly. You join him gingerly, leaning against him, and he drapes a blanket over your legs.

“Pick something,” he asks, passing you the remote - another old Yoongi trick that you remember well.

You take the offered remote, clicking through the holiday options for something that you don’t think will make Yoongi gag. As you scroll, brows furrowed in concentration, he clears his throat beside you.

“So, uh,” he says, and you stop scrolling, because he sounds nervous. “Next weekend I’m supposed to go look at some apartments. Do you… would you want to keep me company?”

You look at him, eyes wide, the remote forgotten in your hand, still aloft and pointed at the tv.

“Why?” you whisper once you find your voice.

He shrugs, wets his lips. “You know the city well,” he says. “You can offer your brilliant opinions - tell me if the neighborhood’s okay… if there’s good take-away… where the transit stops are, that kind of shit.”

“Hm,” you say, a little tightly.

He shoots you a sheepish grin. “I’ll take you to dinner after?”

You give him a look. “Say what you mean, Yoongi.”

He purses his lips a little, disgruntled at being called out. Then, busted, he sighs and tries again. “Can I take you to dinner next weekend? Preferably in the city, and preferably after you help me make some choices about my living situation?”

You grin, unable to hold it back. “Yeah,” you say, trying hard to fight back the smile, to play it even a little bit cool. “Yeah, I’d really like that.” Trying to save your dignity, you turn back to the tv and go back to scrolling until you find a movie that seems like it’s not too over-the-top.

Yoongi reaches an arm around your shoulders, and this time you settle against him comfortably. You can feel him breathing beneath you, can smell that Yoongi smell - clean and alluring, can hear the shouts of some neighborhood kids running around outside. From the tv, tinkling bells and happy strings play a medley of Christmas songs as the opening credits run.

Part of you is already thinking about when the roads are plowed and you have to go home, shower off the scent of him, update your best friend about all of this, miss Yoongi in a much more real way than you’ve had to in about three years. But at least you have the promise that you’ll see him again next weekend. You close your eyes, content, happy to just be right now.

Yoongi feels it too, obviously. He gives your shoulders a squeeze, looks down at you fondly, and murmurs, “You know what? All this holly, jolly shit isn’t so bad.”

“God bless us, every one,” you deadpan. “It’s a Christmas miracle.”

He grins at you, gums showing, and you smile back before leaning your head against his chest as on the TV a little girl watches out her window for signs of Santa.

Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed!!! My full masterlist can be found here :)

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i was wondering if you write about gavi being the readers boyfriend and they have been dating secretly without telling the team and pedri or someone else on the team sees a text from amor or smth and they beg to meet her so when he is heading to her house after training he takes all his friends to her house and she is surprised and shy but she warms up to them

thanks uuuu and i love ur writing❤️❤️❤️

I like this idea! Here you go :)

Pablo was sitting in the changing room texting with you to make plans for tonights date night with a bright smile on his face that certainly didn't go unnoticed by his teammates.

"Who got you smiling so much Pablito?" Ansu teased but Pablo kept a straight face while saying that his sister was texting him something funny.

"Pablo, can I see you for a moment?" Xavi interrupted the conversation and Pablo was so glad rushing outside but forgetting to turn his phone while leaving it on the bench.

The phone kept buzzing when finally Araujo glanced at the screen reading that the message was from "amorcito <3" smirking before announcing it to the whole team.

'Liar! He is hooked boys! It's his girlfriend texting him!" Araujo said and Pedri was the first one to be shocked that Pablo didn't say anything, not even to him as his best friend.

"Are you sure it's not just Aurora?" Pedri said but Araujo took Pablo's phone showing him the screen.

"Unless she is 'amorcito' then it's definitely the girlfriend" Araujo said and in that moment Pablo walked in shocked to see Araujo holding his phone.

"Give it back, cabrón!" Pablo cussed snatching his phone seeing three unread messages from you.

"Looks like our Pablito found himself a girl!" Ferran was first to break the silence and suddenly the whole team was cheering around Pablo making him roll his eyes and tell them to calm down.

"How long have you been in this secret relationship?? And when can we meet her!?" Ansu asked what everyone was wondering.

"It's been five months..and I don't know guys, she is really shy and definitely not from our world" he explained but his teammates just kept begging him to meet you that he had to agree.

"Can't believe you hid it so well even from me!" Pedri said finally getting to hug Pablo before hitting his head playfully as they laughed.

"How will all his fangirls survive now that he is taken??" Ferran teased but Pablo was too busy replying to your text to give him any attention.

"Looks like he has finally been tamed hermanos!" Pedri smirked and Pablo raised his head asking what the hell was everyone laughing about.

Xavi walked in to get them to training and Pablo sent you a quick heart before putting his phone away.

"Guess what, coach? Pablito has a girlfriend now!" Araujo said and Xavi walked to Pablo who was blushing at this sudden attention.

"You be a good man and treat her right boy!" Xavi tapped his shoulder and Pablo smiled nodding his head.

"I will, sir" he said before they all went to get some training done for the day.

After training was over, they all were changing to regular clothes when Pablo's phone ringing caught everyone's attention. Seeing him blush when he saw that you were calling him made every yell to answer it.

"Sí amor?" he said while everyone was giving awes at the little nickname making Pablo roll his eyes and leave the changing room to finish the conversation with you in peace.

"They want to meet me?" you said a little nervous to meet first his friends as his official girlfriend and second big Barça stars all at the same time. You often forgot about Pablo Gavi's fame because to you he was just Pablo..a boy you loved.

"Yeah, I tried to talk them out of it but now that they know you exist they keep begging me to meet you...so I thought maybe I can bring them with me after training?" he said and you blushed immediately knowing that meant you will meet them all in less than half an hour.

"Okay..but promise to hold my hand the entire time??" you said and he found it adorable that you were nervous making a promise before getting inside to tell them all they can meet you today.

"I can't wait! She is probably super cool!" Ansu said and everyone agreed but Pablo did warn them not to overwhelm you or they will deal with him afterwards.

"Alright there, tough guy. We promise to keep our distance from your girl, no need to be celoso" Araujo joked but Pablo only smirked telling him none of them would have a chance next to him. You would agree with that statement fully ;)

When they drove to your house, Pablo came out first knocking on the door and when you opened and gave him a quick kiss he invited the rest of them to join immediately holding your hand like he promised.

"What if they don't like me?" you said as they all got out of their cars.

"I would prefer it if they don't like you amor.." Pablo teased and you chuckled rolling your eyes at his jealousy before smiling wide at the group of boys who was just as nervous to meet you.

"Hi chicos" you said and they immediately warm up to you saying hi and each one of them gave you a quick hug smirking at Pablo who was giving them a death glare.

"Really nice to meet you. I'm Pedri" boy said and you smiled nodding your head telling him that Pablo already told you about all of his friends.

"I get all the funny stories from training or after games" you say chuckling a little as Pablo pulled you into his arms after all his friend just had to hug you. He was getting a bit protective and you liked that very much.

"Have you been a fútbol fan before meeting our Pablito?" Araujo asked and you smiled looking up at your boy who was holding you tightly against himself.

"I have to admit I haven't been such a die heart Barça fan before but now I cheer with all my heart for you guys!" you said and they all smile thanking you for support.

"She cheers with all her heart for ME...and you guys just kinda happen to be in the same team" Pablo said making everyone laugh while you smirked giving his lips a quick peck in front of them all just to reassure him that you were always only his.

"Right! Of course! Siempre visca GAVI!" you said making everyone laugh while Pablo was smirking proudly nodding his head before kissing your hair lovingly.

"She's funnier then you Pablito!" Ansu said making you smile while leaning your head against Pablo who rolled his eyes at his friend's comment.

"How are you for a midfielder position? Maybe we can get her into the team instead of Pablito??" Pedri joked making everyone including you laugh but when you saw you boy pout you held his face shaking your head in disagreement.

"No, mi cariño is the best midfielder en todo el mundo!" you said squeezing his cheeks before pecking his lips sweetly making him smile.

"Gracias, amor! Alright, we are having our date night so I'll see you guys at tomorrows training?" Pablo said really wanting some alone time with his girl right now.

"Really nice to meet you Y/n! Good luck dealing with Pablito!"Pedri joked earning a slap on the shoulder from his friend before leaving.

"You should come watch some trainings sometimes, and we can hang out again?" Ansu said and Pablo's arms wrapped around your torso again.

"That's a great idea! We can sit around and chill" Araujo added and you smiled feeling happy that they accepted you as Pablo's girl and wanted to be friends.

"She will be sitting on my lap then!" Pablo said and you knew he was filled with jealousy knowing his possessive nature so you thanked them for the invitation before you and Pablo walked inside the house together.

"Eres adorable cuando estás celoso" you whisper into his ear and he smirked grabbing your body pushing it against nearby wall.

"Do I have to remind you who you belong to nena?" he smirked down at you and you felt you mind running wild in that moment as you bit your lit while looking up at him playfully.

"I belong to Pablo Gavi!" you smirked snaking your arms around his neck while crashing your lips to his and he hummed in content while pulling you closer to his body.

"Buena niña.." he whispered into your ear before starting to leave butterfly kisses down your neck..

Hope you enjoyed ;)

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dirtysvthoughts · 1 year

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𝓟 𝓡 𝓘 𝓥 𝓐 𝓣 𝓔 𝓓 𝓐 𝓝 𝓒 𝓔 𝓡 - CHAPTER TWO

pairing: model! minghao x stripper! reader

word count: 1.5k

general tags/warnings: smut, pwp, female! reader, hao’s sorta kinda a regular customer, soft dom! minghao, steamy/intense makeout session, super/mullet minghao inspired, partial nudity, vip room sex, slight use of pet names (doll, masterpiece, baby), aaand i think that’s it

playlist songs: adorn - miguel, mushroom chocolate - quin & 6lack, anime girls - melli

notes: thank y’all for the love on pd so far! i’m getting notifs nonstop and that makes me really happy :’) hope you enjoy this week’s chapter!

taglist: @im-gemmy , @enhacolor, @hooniewnderland , @svtup , @kawaiikels @weeevrse @diorsfxck @kyexvly @woozarts @ifuckcheol (let me know if you would like to be added to the taglist)

you apply the finishing touches to your makeup, admiring how you looked in your silver sequined two-piece set and matching seven inch heels. to your surprise, you could already hear the loud atmosphere from the dressing room - and it wasn’t even 11 o’clock yet.

“it’s gonna be a good night,” you think to yourself, smiling to yourself at the thought of you covered in hundred dollar bills.

before you head out, you scroll through your phone one last time, looking at your social media feeds. double tapping on a friend’s post, you see a notification appear at the top of your screen.

minghao: hey, are you working tonight? i’m back in town for a show, but i need to relax and see you 😩

you bite down on your lip, your eyes rereading the message and your brain taking in every word. minghao is a famous model, somewhere in the world he was always in a show, walking the runway for all of the luxury brands. his handsome looks and his insanely gorgeous figure made him the it-boy every designer and photographer dreamed of.

you first met minghao at the club a few months ago, when he came for a magazine shoot and his friends decided to take him out. the second you laid eyes on each other as you were walking around the main floor, he took you by the hand and soon you were dancing for him in front of everyone. it didn’t take long to convince minghao about getting a room, your body clenching around nothing as you think about how big and hard he was in those jeans when you started to grind on him, thanking the heavens that your outfit made it possible to feel everything.

😈: hao! yeah, i’m gonna be working tonight. pay for a room as soon as you get here and i’ll be waiting 😏

minghao: i’ll try and get there within the hour. see you soon babe ❤️

you quickly toss your phone to the side when you hear your name being called, realizing that you would just have to kill some time before you got your main event.

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as soon as they get through the doors (an hour later like he said), minghao walks in with his entourage, his dress shirt buttons deliciously exposing some of his toned chest, and his black distressed jeans accenting his legs. met with some screams, he greets his crowd as his people make sure he’s given enough space.

the music has switched a bit, and more sultry, intimate tunes fill the building. your hips rotating in rhythm as mushroom chocolate’s chorus comes on, playing with the straps of your top as you flirt with the customer in front of you.

so immersed in your own world, you don’t even realize that minghao has finally spotted you and approaches your space, sitting down a few inches away from your audience. your eyes for a split second reveal your shock and surprise, and minghao can’t help the smirk that crawls on his face.

“did you think i wouldn’t show up? i’m hurt, my pretty little doll. you know i’m a man of my word.” you stop dancing and walk towards him, gingerly sitting his lap, both your legs on opposite sides of his.

“mmm, trust me, i know you are, you know it’s just been a minute since i’ve seen you hao.. you look different,” you trail off, eyes wandering all over his body. did his muscles get bigger or something?

“good different or bad different?” he asks.

but before you can respond, someone clears their throat. the person sitting across from you and minghao stares in disbelief. right… you still had someone to “take care” of. you sigh, kind of wishing that you had gone straight to a room so your time with minghao would’ve been interruption-free.

“give me a sec, hao,” you say crawling off his lap, missing the contact and approaching the other customer. “i’m sorry, but it looks like i have to cut this short,” you say feigning a fake disappointment. “but, if you decide to wait for me, i can guarantee it’ll be worth the wait,” you say taking the cash on the floor, bending over in front of the two, teasing them. obviously you don’t notice, but minghao bites his lip at the sight, hoping that he would get to see that again in the next few minutes.

when you’re done, you take him by the hand and the lead the way up the stairs to the vip rooms. you stop at the first empty one you see, brushing the curtains away as he lets go of your hand to face you.

“you never answered my question, y’know,” he says staring directly into your eyes. you stare back at him a little confused, already forgetting what he had said earlier.

he laughs, “wow, you forgot already? what’s going on doll?”

“nothing,” you say chuckling back at him, “i just, have a lot on my mind now.. and it’s mostly you..”

“oh? care to tell me more?” he says, putting his hand on your waist, bringing you closer to him.

“i guess to answer your question, it’s a good different… you’re always hot, but tonight, hao? you’re fucking irresistible,” you swipe your tongue across your lips, biting down on your skin.

“really now?” he smiles, his lips inches away from yours. but before you can say anything else, his mouth crashes on your soft, pillowy lips, trying to take in as much as he could of you.

you put your arms around his neck, trying to bring him in closer as you match his energy and enthusiasm. minghao’s hands begin to roam your body, especially your breasts. he couldn’t help but admire how temptingly delicious they looked in your bra piece. you moan into his touch at every little trace and brush, craving for more.

“mm, minghao!” you whimper when he get adventurous and delicately touches your crotch, and you clench yet again around nothing. you continue to moan out his name in bliss and neediness, but after a minute, an idea pops in your head.

“m-minghao, you wanna take this to the couch?” you say trying to snap him out of his daze for a second.

without another word, he sweeps you off your feet and carries you to the couch, your mouths still on each others. when he finally feels his legs against the edge of the furniture, he sits down, placing you on his lap.

not wanting to wait any longer, minghao takes off your bra, slowly revealing the top half of your body. he hisses at the sight, nearly groaning out at how the colorful lights in the room added to the glow that covered your body.

“you’re such a masterpiece,” he says as he once again guides his hands toward your body, this time paying extra attention to you chest.

while he was focused on that, you took to the opportunity to unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. he realizes where you wanted to go, and helps you get them, as well as his boxers off. once they both pool at his ankles, you smile when you can finally get to what you want after all the foreplay.

as you sink down on him, you both let out a loud moan feeling of being inside each other. “g-god, fuck,” you whisper into his ears clawing down his back, pressing into his chest. even though the music has long been forgotten to you, somehow your hips naturally grind to the rhythm. minghao notices and takes hold of your waist, guiding them in the right places. “god, you feel so good, baby,” he groans.

slowly but surely, you begin to feel a good pressure build in your core, your whimpering getting more frantic. “ahhh shit, shit, minghao, m-minghao,” you begin to move faster wanting to release all over him. and when he hits the right spot in you, you can no longer hold back, and you nearly scream, coming all over the lower half of his body.

you try and catch your breath, not wanting to come down from your high, but remembering you still had a job to do. “fuck, i needa go back downstairs soon,” you say getting up to find your bra top.

“do you have to go back now?” he asks, pulling his boxers and pants back up.

“well, not right this second,” you respond fastening your straps. “did you wanna stay a little longer?” you smile sweetly.

“yeah,” he says leaning back on the couch, returning your sultry gaze. “haven’t seen you dance for me in awhile,” he plams himself over his pants, already getting worked up at the memory.

you walk towards the pole, your arm holding onto the pole. “then minghao, be prepared for a dance you’ll never ever want to forget,” you say hooking your legs to spin on the pole.

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gojos-thot-patrol · 1 year

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Geto Suguru.

Valentines day on a trip abroad. Beach view. Hectic 🌶️ night. And some heartwarming aftercare? I dont know. Something about Geto splitting you in two and then gently putting the pieces back together give me butterflies. Hope you enjoy. Thank youuu so muuuch. 🧡. Q.

God, I'm going to be thinking of this man violating me in unspeakable ways just to tenderly rebuild me for weeks now. thank you!! this came out a little fluffier than I was expecting but honestly? I'm not complaining lol.

Now Presenting...

Starring Suguru Geto in a hotel suite

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” you asked, smiling at the view from your hotel room’s balcony. The stars were glittering over the water and the moon was full over the beach, creating a truly breathtaking view.

“Mmm,” Suguru hummed into your neck, his arms wrapped around you from behind. “”It’s pretty, yeah. But not nearly as pretty as you..” He purred, causing you to chuckle. You swore you had the cheesiest boyfriend in the world.

“I gotta say, thank you again for planning this whole trip for us.” You said, turning in his arms to face him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, summoning a charming smile to his face. “It’s a little more extravagant than what I’m used to for Valentine's day honestly, but I’m having a lot of fun!”

“Nothing is too extravagant for you my dear.” Suguru purred, pulling you closer. “It’s our first Valentine's day together, I wanted it to be special.” he said, leaning down to place a kiss on your lips. You pulled him closer to you, deeper into the kiss. It was a soft, tender moment. His hand came to rest on the side of your face as the kiss gained in intensity. He pulled you closer to him. He started to lift you up before you pulled away from him. He leaned back in for a second kiss, only to be dodged by you.

“Now now Sugu,” You laughed, untangling yourself from him, “Out on the balcony where everyone can see? Isn’t that a little cheap?” You asked, making your way inside.

“You're right,” Geto said, closing the balcony door as he followed in behind you. It didn’t take long for his hands to find you again, pulling you into his arms. “For a show that good, we should at least charge.” you laughed at his joke, leaning into the warmth that radiated off of him.

“Oh please, you couldn’t stand the thought of someone else seeing me naked, even if it was while you we’re fucking me.” He grimaced at your statement.

“Look at you, right again.” He confirmed, placing his hand under your chin. “You’re so smart.” he said, pulling you into yet another heated kiss. He pulled your body close to his, and instinctively you melted into him. Your arms wrapped around his neck, one hand tangling into his hair. You moaned softly into the kiss. His hands started to roam your body, leaving sparks of electricity in their wake. Funny, even after 8 months together, his touch still gave you goosebumps.

“Sug..” You muttered softly as he moved from kissing your mouth to kissing your neck, surly with intent to leave quite the mark. His hands moved down to squeeze your thighs. You got the message. You braced yourself on his shoulders and hopped into Sugurus arms. Your legs wrapped around his waist for extra security as he took you to the bed. He laid you down and grinned.

“You look beautiful tonight Princess.” He purred. His hands found the hem of your shirt, and he waited for you to nod approvingly before taking it off. You never got over the look on Sugurus face when he took your top off. Like he had never seen anything more beautiful in his life, even if he was seeing it for the 100th time. Sometimes it made you self conscious just how intensely he looked at you.

Lucky for you though, Tonight he had other plans. He Started to kiss down your body, slowly. From your neck, to your chest, to your stomach to your hips, all the while multitasking to get your pants off. Once past that barrier, he kissed up from your knee to your inner thigh, and finally placing a kiss on your clothed folds. You moaned out softly, your hands going to grab his hair. “Sug, please..” You moaned softly.

“Please what princess?” Your boyfriend asked, encouraging you to use your big girl words.

“I need you Sir…” You begged.

“Need me to do what?” He asked as he kissed you again. was being cruel. You groaned in frustration.

“Will you please eat my pussy Sir?” You asked, squirming under him for some friction. He grinned, satisfied with that answer, he finally pulled your panties off. He placed a teasing kiss on your folds, holding you down as you squirmed under him.

“Hold still Princess. Unless you want me to stop?” he threatened.

“No!” you yelped, “No, no, I’ll be good!”

“That's what I thought.” Suguru hummed as he went back to work, his tongue working expert circles into your clit. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. He had barely touched you and yet you were soaking wet with anticipation. It was just one of the many reasons he loved you, how eager you were.

You moaned out and fought the urge to buck your hips as he slid two fingers into you, curling them up and slowly working you open. His mouth continued to work at your clit as his fingers rubbed against your g spot, and it didn’t take long for a welcome not to form in your stomach. You tugged at his hair. “I’m close Sir..” You whimpered.

Instantly Geto pulled away, pulling his shirt over his head as you whined out in frustration. “What's wrong baby girl?” He asked, throwing his shirt to the floor, “You didn’t really think you would be cumming on anything other than my cock on this trip, right?” He teased. He quickly took off his pants and straddled you, pumping his cock to make a show of it.

“Sirrr…” You moaned, desperate to feel him inside of you again. When it came to Suguru, you often felt like an addict in need of your next fix. You needed him inside of you.

“Come on Princess, you know the rules. Beg.” Suguru grinned, condescension dripping off of him like thick venom.

“Ohh, fuck, please fuck me sir! Please, I need to feel your cock inside of me, I need you to fuck me sir, please!” you sounded way more desperate than you were willing to admit. But, it seemed to satisfy your boyfriend.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He teased as he pushed into you and fuck. No matter how many times you had done this, you felt like you’d never adjust. His cock stretched you out in the most perfect ways, ripping you apart at the seams, and right at you thought it would be too much, he bottoms out, cursing under his breath.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He moans, setting a brutal pace into you. With every movement he makes you see stars. One of his hands comes down to massage expert circles into your clit. Your blood becomes thick with ecstasy as you moan out his name. Lost in everything that was Suguru Geto. “You feel so good Princess,” He pants as he folds you into a mating press. You scream out his name, your legs wrapping around his waist and nails digging into his shoulders.

In the new position every movement he makes he’s stroking at your g-spot and you know you're not going to last much longer. “Sug, I’m close-!” you announce. The stars start to fill your vision as your brain floods your body with dopamine. Every single nerve ending feels like it’s been lit on fire, and electricity fills you as the knot in your stomach snaps.

Suguru isn’t far behind, your convulsing pussy bringing him to his end. A string of curses and praises leaves him as he cums deep inside you and rides you both out through your highs. “Fuck, you feel so good baby girl.” He moans softly. You whine as he pulls out, suddenly feeling empty. Suguru smiled lovingly at you, kissing your forehead as he helped you set up. “Come on love.” He whispered, taking you to the bathroom to tenderly clean you up.

Once you're back in bed, he leaves one more time to grab you a water bottle, bringing it to you already open. “Do you need anything else darling?” He asked as you took a long sip off the bottle.

“Cuddles?” You asked as you tightened the cap, placing the bottle on the nightstand. Suguru smiled at the simple request, pulling you into his arms as he laid you both down.

“Of course love,” He mumbled, kissing the top of your head lovingly. “Anything for you.” the two of you turned to face the window, curtains still open. “The view really is pretty from here, huh?” You mumbled sleepily as you stared at the giant moon.

“Mmhmm,” Ghetto confirmed, kissing the back of your neck. “But not as pretty as you my darling.”

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bbgnyx · 6 months

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prompt list~

ok so here are random prompts, mention the skz member + the number with genre and message me! feel free to add any details you want! open to suggestions as well!

will prolly keep adding more as i come up with it~

Smut~

-01- "Be quiet baby, you don't want anyone to hear us, would you?"

-02- "You'll get to cum when I decide it."

-03- "Keep your eyes on me"

-04- "Be a good girl for daddy hmm and take it all in"

-05- "Let everyone know who you belong to"

-06- "The first one that cums will be punished by the other. Deal?"

-07- "Let me come in you, please. I wanna fill you up."

-08- "Look at what you do to me."

-09- "Show me how you want to be touched, baby"

-10- "I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk tomorrow"

-11- "I'd hold onto something if I were you"

-12- "Look what you do to me"

-13- "I haven't even touched you and you're already this wet"

-14- "Make me"

-15- "C'mere, sit on my lap"

-16- "You're not going out in that outfit"

-17- "You're so fucking hot when you're mad"

-18-"If you don't like my teasing, then why are you mad?"

-19- "I really wanna kiss you and do unimaginable things to you right now"

-20- "Playing hard to get hmm? that's cute"

~♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡~

Fluff~

-01- "Where's my good-night kiss?"

-02- "I saw something today that reminded me of you"

-03- "I'm not leaving you. Ever."

-04- "Marry me"

-05- "Dance with me?"

-06- "It's always been you"

-07- "Thank you." "For what?" "Just thank you."

-08- "It's us against the world."

-09- "I miss you"

-10- "I want to spend the day with you, doing nothing"

-11- "You're hair is really soft after you wash it"

-12- "Star-gazing was a good idea"

-13- "I've never noticed that mole on your nose, it's really cute"

-14- "Quit smiling at me, I can't stop messing up my sentences when you look at me like that."

-15- "You're so cute." "What did you just say". "I just said you look like a boot"

-16- "I love hearing you're voice"

-17- "It's my turn to cook tonight"

-18- "I wish i could spend more time with you"

-19- "Can we just stay like this?"

-20- "If you tickle me one more time, I swear you're not getting any kisses or cuddles for a week"

~♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡~

Angst~

-01- "What changed?" "I don't feel the same way I did anymore."

-02- "I cheated on you."

-03- "I'll always pick her....i'm sorry"

-04- "Why does this sound like goodbye?" "Because it is."

-05- "Did you ever love me?"

-06- "Y-You don't remember me?"

-07- “Just let me see him one more time. please.”

-08- "I'm sorry. I'll never be good enough for you."

-09- "It probably doesn't mean anything to you, but I love you."

-10- "Love is full of lies"

-11- "Is this what I get for loving you?"

-12- "Am I finally a hero?

-13- "I'm done helping you!"

-14- "I was only using you"

-15- "I'm scared"

-16- "I'm sorry that I love you"

-17- "Do you remember we were once happy together?"

-18- "I love you"

-19- "I guess forever was a word meant for memories and not for people"

~♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡~

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ask-bolin · 2 years

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Imagine another of Korra's cousin. They're not like Desna or Eska. But a pacifist! (Katara but shy)

Basically they have an air nomad personality while being a water bending prodigy.

Just imagine Bolin being wary bc of his past experience with Eska but then reader is like a total sweetheart ajdbwjcj I can ramble about this forver bc I have an OC that's that lmao I love Bolin too much :cry:

Author: The pain, I love it!

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Imagine, as Korra's cousin, attending a Water Tribe festival, and meeting up with Korra. It was great to see her because you weren't able to go to the last one. Also, Korra said she was bringing someone she wanted you to meet.

You waited at the dock as the boat from Republic City began unloading the passengers. "Korra!" you called to her when you found her.

"Y/n!" Korra ran down to greet you. After catching up, Korra told you, "I can't wait for you to meet my friend, Bolin. He's a silly guy with a heart of gold. Actually, where is he?" Korra looked around.

Then you saw Bolin, trying to carry as many suitcases as he could. He finally caught up, "See, Korra? I told you I wouldn't fall!" Bolin set down the suitcases, saw you and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Bolin."

You shook his hand and introduced yourself.

"Y/n is my cousin," Korra told Bolin.

"Eep!" Bolin froze, you noticed it semeed to be a response to the word, 'cousin'.

Korra wasn't sure what was up with Bolin, but after greeting you, she said she would help Bolin get settled in, then catch up with you after. You agreed that it was a good idea, the cold can be quite a shock to people, but he seemed nice enough that you hoped he would be able to join you soon so you could get to know him.

When Korra caught up to you, she had some more info as to why Bolin was acting this way. Once you heard about Bolin and cousin Eska, it impressed you that Bolin was alive at all. Cousin Eska wasn't that bad, but that was a little joke between you and Korra.

Korra told you more about Bolin, his adventures around the world, how nice he was to everyone, and how positive Bolin stayed in almost every situation. The more you heard about him, the more you were excited to meet him, and hopefully ease any concerns about meeting another cousin of Korra's. Korra had compared your personality to air nomads before, you weren't sure if she meant it in a teasing manner or as a compliment, but it felt like it would help Bolin to not be nervous.

Korra let you know that Bolin agreed to meet you both at the festival tonight, despite his worries.

That night, you and Korra walked to the festival, and saw Bolin sitting at a table withe his fire ferret that Korra told you about, Pabu. Korra spoke in a way to help ease any tension between you and Bolin. Bolin opened up more, and you were less nervous. Until, the inevitable happened, someone came with a message for Korra letting her know that her father needed her help with something. Korra knew how awkward it was going to be for you and Bolin, so she apologized to you, ouside of earshot of Bolin, and she said she would hurry back as soon as she could.

There was an awkward silence. Bolin was playing with Pabu, but he worked to make sure he wasn't ignoring you. You had only started to learn about Bolin, so you didn't know what was a good conversation to start.

Thankfully, Pabu was showing interest in you and was starting to like you.

"Well if he likes you, I like you," Bolin joked nervously.

Hearing that both relieved some tension and also made you a little extra nervous because you had no idea what to say back, so you just smiled back at Bolin. Pabu accepted your scratches, and crawled into your lap.

Bolin apologized but you let him know it was okay.

"Wow, you must be a pretty wonderful person if Pabu likes you that much that fast!" You knew Bolin was realizing his expectations about you were not accurate.

You wanted to help confirm that, and using your water bending felt like the best way to do that. You gathered some snow beside you and formed it into a ball and other shapes that excited Pabu and helped him show his playful side.

Bolin was impressed with your water bending and asked more about how you honed your skills. You shared how you wanted to help people, even if it was children or little animals suffering from boredom.

Throughout the night, Bolin hadn't noticed, but he sat closer and closer to you as he felt more comfortable with you.

Korra finally showed up and apologized for being gone for hours. Time flew by so fast that you and Bolin didn't even notice that Korra had been gone that long.

Korra pulled you aside, "Is everything okay? You guys haven't even moved from this spot."

"It's going great! Bolin and I are actually meeting up tomorrow."

Korra was so happy for you, and excused herself for the night since everything was going so well. It was finally late enough that Bolin offered to walk you home.

At your doorstep, Bolin let you know how great of a night he had and how happy he was to meet you, then paused for a couple minutes, "May, uh, may I kiss you good night?"

It made your heart jump, and you said yes. It was a simple peck, but your smiles showed how happy the kiss made you.

"I can't wait to see you tomorrow, good night," Bolin said.

You hurried to bed to get plenty of rest, tomorrow was going to be a great day.

#jay the gays blog #bolin x y/n #bolin x reader #imagine bolin #bolin #legend of korra

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chasingmidnights · 6 months

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Twelve

Title: The Elevator Game

Storyteller: Nick Fowler

Summary: Urban legend or portal to another world?

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI! Warnings include but not limited to: angst; soft!dark; mentions of alcohol; cursing; mentions of suicide; implied mental health problems; mentions of medication use; the Elevator Game; and I believe that’s all of it. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. I do not claim to be a professional writer, any & all mistakes are my own; nothing is beta read. By clicking ‘keep reading’, you agree to these warnings and that you are over 18.

Wordcount: 1,263

As the last night camping with your friends rolled around, you couldn’t help but feel a bit emotional. Sure, you were still going to see them once you returned home but it wouldn’t be the same. Despite that, you still felt excited about tonight’s story and you were anxious to see what Nick had in store for everyone. The moon was high in the sky and not a single cloud in sight, it was turning out to be a good night. Smoke from the fire filtered up towards the sky and the fire started to crackle intensely.

Nick rubbed his hand together as he sat on the edge of his chair, a grin had formed on his face. “So, who’s ready for a story?”

“Ooo, yeah, I’m definitely ready for a story.” Jake said excitedly.

“Yeah, I’m ready for one.” Wanda agreed as she took a drink of her beer.

“Great!” Nick clapped his hands together before he took something out of his back pocket, his face suddenly solemn. He flipped the folded up piece of paper as he spoke. “Y’all have heard of the Elevator Game, right?”

The group looked around at one another, looks of confusion on everyone’s faces, even your own face.

“What the hell is the Elevator Game?” Ransom asked, his curiosity getting the better of him.

Nick let out a huff of air as he started to unfold the piece of paper. “The Elevator Game, in simple terms, is supposedly a step-by-step ritual that’s believed by some to be a sort of portal to other worlds. The game is believed to have originated from Korea and Japan and according to believers, you need to follow the rules exactly. If you stray from the rules, well, let’s just say it’s not a good thing. My friend learned that the hard way as she tried to play the game and failed. I’m still not sure how she was able to send this email to me, but in this email, it shares her experience.

“The subject of the email says, ‘I fucked up’, and at first I thought maybe she had sent me some kind of chain letter. But as I kept reading, I realized that it was her own words, recognizing the way she typed. In the beginning of her email, she claims that she never meant for any of it to happen and that she did her best to follow the rules. Especially since the rules were so important. She stated in the email that she had heard about the Elevator Game from another friend of hers and she had wanted to test it out before Spring Break was over. So, one night, she had decided that she was going to go to a nearby hotel, late at night and play the game. Her email reads:

“‘Nicky, I hate to say this, but this is the last that you’ll probably hear from me. You see, I royally fucked up on playing the Elevator Game. I tried so hard to follow the rules, even had them written down on a small notepad so that I wouldn’t forget. Maybe I shouldn’t have taken my meds beforehand, you know how fuzzy my brain gets while I’m on them. But either way, I fucked up. Please forgive me Nicky, I really did think it was just a game. I didn’t realize that it would lead me to my demise.

“The game is not to be taken lightly and if you take anything away from this final message from me, take my warning seriously and DON’T PLAY! Please, I beg you. I chose the nearby hotel because I knew it had at least 10 floors, thirteen to be exact. Maybe I should’ve taken that as a warning to not go through with it, but I was determined. Taking a deep breath, I walked straight to the elevator and pressed the up button. Thankfully, there was no one in the lobby and I could proceed. I was doing this solo, so if anyone else had gotten on, I would’ve had to wait and start over. When I got inside of the elevator, I quickly looked at my notepad and pressed the button for the fourth floor. The bell rang when the elevator reached the fourth floor and everything seemed normal, so I continued and pressed the button for the second floor. I had just started and I was already starting to doubt that this game was even real and that I was just wasting my time.

“However, that is until the elevator slowly descended to the fifth floor after going up to the tenth. When the elevator got to the fifth floor, the doors slowly creaked open and I got instant chills. The lights in the hallway flickered and buzzed, it was nothing like the other floors. Not to mention that there was a horrible smell. I only peeked out into the hallway for a moment, my curiosity getting the best of me but I didn’t fully leave the elevator. As I turned around to press the button to the first floor, I was met with an unsightly, old woman. She was short and was hunched over, her presence demanded to be felt. The stench that I had first smelled when I reached the fifth floor was now coming from her. I could tell that her black robes were too big for her and the hood covered the top portion of her face, not able to see her eyes. I truly did my best to ignore her like how it says you’re supposed to.

“The descent down to the first floor felt like an eternity and having this being in the elevator only worsened my anxieties. I kept to a corner of the elevator, trying to keep my distance but I found myself glancing over at her. I could feel my attitude changing the longer it stayed quiet and I kept telling myself not to interact with her. When the doors finally opened on the first floor, I bolted out of the elevator and out of the hotel. Completely forgetting not to talk to anyone as I exited, I said goodnight to the night manager. A week had passed since I played that game and throughout the week, I kept seeing that old, hag of a woman. She was always there and at first, I thought it was just my mind playing tricks on me. I stopped taking my meds thinking that maybe it would help somehow, but it didn’t. I kept seeing her and one day, I blew up on her as I was out running errands, it was not a pretty sight. People thought I was crazy and maybe I was. Once the week was over, I decided that I couldn’t do it anymore.”

Nick let out a heavy sigh as he folded up the paper and stared into the flames of the fire.

“Wait, what happened?” Kate asked as she stared at Nick, waiting for an answer.

“That’s the end of the email. She was found dead a few days later, suicide.” Nick explained, he then took a long drink of his beer.

“I’m sorry about that bud.” Ari said, sympathy laced his voice and his facial expressions.

A heavy silence filled the air as everyone took in Nick’s story, not even the wind made a sound. After a moment, Johnny clapped his hands, startling everyone.

“Alright, who’s next? Has everyone gone?” Johnny asked as he glanced around at his friends.

“I’ve got one.” You chirped, ready to finally tell your story.

#13 nights of halloween #campfire stories #story twelve #multi fandom #multi fandom event #storyteller: nick fowler #nick fowler fanfiction #nick fowler fandom #nick fowler drabble #nick fowler #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fandom #sebastian stan characters

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clone-anon · 6 months

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Darman Skirata x Fem Reader

I got a request from @trixie2023 : How about reader being bullied in teenage years because she was the last one to “blossom” in their click. So, now as a young adult feeling insecure. Falling in love with Darman but reader feels like he’s ignoring her and not interested and it breaks her heart. She’s absolutely crushed. She’s finally had enough and yells at him with “Am I not good enough?”

Okay so fair warning this is obviously going to be angsty.

You'd started walking with Darman in the evenings. The moon of the planet always provided plenty of sunshine as you headed on your usual path. You enjoyed these times. It was peaceful. You'd gotten to know each other and you fell for him. Hard. To say you were in love almost felt like an understatement, but you weren't sure how he felt.

Darman hadn't really done this before. Sure, he noticed women and thought they were beautiful, but duty always came first. He'd never considered falling in love, at least not like this. He figured he would always put duty above all else, but he never quite realized that duty didn't have to mean duty to the Republic or the Empire. He wasn't sure how to bring up his feelings, but he always made time for your walks together. He loved learning about you and seeing how you saw the world. He loved how you wanted to hear his perspective and he really felt like you listened to him.

One evening, though, he told you he wasn't going to make it the next day. You tried to smile and pretend it was okay, but asked why.

"Mireal asked for my help," he replied. She was new to the area, but you thought she had taken a liking to him. She always smiled at him. You tried to push the thought away, rationalizing that she smiled at everyone. Still, it nagged at you. Mireal was beautiful, thin, smart, funny, and so friendly. You couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy at the thought of Darman with her. Of course he would fall for her, of course. She was like every girl you grew up with. Growing and shining before you did and getting all the attention. You tried to push the memories aside and just enjoy your walk.

Once he walked you home, Darman wished you a good night. The next evening, you went to your usual spot and waited in case he changed his mind, but he didn't show up. The day after you waited and got a comm message. "Helping Mireal again tonight" was all it said. You sobbed your eyes out and walked home.

He didn't leave you hanging for a third day. You both started walking down the path and you wanted to catch up, but your stomach was full of butterflies as it twisted in uncertainty.

"So how did it go with Mireal," you asked, trying to seem unbothered.

"Oh it was fine," he replied. "She just needed some help."

Was he making fun of you? Did he think you were stupid? You spun around and before you could stop yourself the words fell out of your mouth. "Am I not enough?!"

He looked at you with shock. "I don't know what you mean. Of course you're enough." He reached forward and held your hands for the first time. You gasped at the touched and tears stung your eyes.

"Don't you know," you asked quietly, "I love you."

Darman's face contorted between confusion and smiles as he processed this, replying, "I love you too."

"Then what was going on with Mireal?"

"She needed a couple of us to help her move into a new home. But I'm not interested in her. She just wanted some friends to help her."

"Oh." You felt a rush of heat in your cheeks. You weren't sure what to say.

"Maybe now that this is out in the open, we can be a little more honest with each other," he suggested. "For instance, I'd like to kiss you."

You grinned and leaned toward him. He carefully placed his lips on yours and kissed you sweetly.

"Don't worry, cyare," he said, looking into your eyes, "I'm not going anywhere. You're more than enough."

#darman skirata #darman skirata x f!reader #darman skirata x reader #darman skirata x fem reader #republic commando fanfiction #republic commando #star wars fanfiction #darman anon #reader insert

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Family gives comfort

Hello everyone! It’s been a while I haven’t posted for the Sinclair Brothers and I’ve been missing them. I have quite a few requests for them so you’ll see more soon (both platonic and s/o).

I wanted to share with you this fluffy one shot with Sinclair Brothers x Sinclair Sister. If you hadn’t read about this AU of mine, you can find everything on my masterlist (here), or you can just check my first headcanons about Being the Sinclair Baby Sister (here and here). I can also advise you to read I Wish I Was Better For You (here).

In this, you had a bad day and you’re happy to have your brothers to look after you.

Female reader but no description, not even for the outfits. Warnings: shity week for reader (like really), angry Bo (but he softens), mention of killings, one or two strong words, fluff.

You didn’t have the greatest day. Week actually.

You work had been literally hell, as you had been insanely busy all the time and you needed some rest more than anything. But because it seemed like the world was against you, there was always something new coming in, which resulted in you leaving the office very very late in the evening.

You realised you were actually going to be late for a date you had planned with a guy you just met. He was nice and all, and even though you weren’t sure it would really become a thing, you enjoyed spending time with him sometimes. But he didn’t seem to feel the same way in the end. You had to run to your house to get ready and it was clear you weren’t looking like the freshest girl tonight but you thought it would be fine with a nice outfit, showing off how pretty you were.

And here you were, waiting in the bar for him, with a sad glass in your hand. After an hour and half, it was obvious he wouldn’t come, especially because he wasn’t replying to your messages, and when you called, a feminine voice answered you. Great. You downed your drink in one go and you had to admit you were feeling pretty upset now.

You didn’t really care about the guy, and now it was the weekend so you could relax, but all the daily stress and disappointment weren’t good for your mental health. You didn’t feel like going back alone to your flat. You needed people to take care of you, to be there for you.

And you knew only one place for that.

You took your car, and you were glad you hadn’t drunk too much while waiting for the asshole, and you drove to Ambrose. You were so relieved when you saw the sign presenting the House of Wax; you were almost there now. But when you arrived, you saw that lights had been turned on in the whole town… you knew it meant the boys were still hunting down some tourists. It really wasn’t your lucky day. You weren’t too sure what to do. You just wanted to go have a shower and go to sleep, but you didn’t want to distract your brothers or to be in the middle of this mess. You sighed to yourself and decided to call for Lester, but he didn’t answer, which was strange. At this point, you wanted to cry. You decided it was really not the night to push your luck, so you left Ambrose and went into Lester’s town. You had the key to his place and you could safely wait there until everything would be better.

You entered his house and crashed on his couch, happy to finally be somewhere that was comforting you. Lester called you back and you explained to him what happened. He was really relieved to know that it was your car Bo saw earlier, and that you were safely at his place. A few instants later, he was opening his front door and you got up to hug him. He noticed the nice outfit but you shook your head so he didn’t comment.

“Sleepin’ here girl?” he asked and you were too tired to get back to Ambrose so you nodded. Lester was happy to have you all to himself.

But clearly that was a mistake.

You were about to fall asleep in your room when you heard the front being violently opened. You groaned and turned and hid under the sheets. You always felt too safe with your brothers around to really care about that kind of thing. Or maybe you were too used to danger as well. But soon enough, it was your own room door that was opened, and you could hear Lester arguing with someone. You peaked from your cover to see Bo and Lester. Bo was clearly in a slaughtering mood, still covered in blood. And Lester was annoyed and yet trying to calm down his big brother. You finally sat up and watched them.

“Can’t sleep in this house?” you yawned

“Ya bring your ass over here and we go to Ambrose” Bo said and you fully woke up at his roughness

“Why?” you hummed

“Ya almost fucked up the hunt earlier so ya better be sleepin’ home tonight” he replied.

If you had been your normal self, you would have argued back. You would have told him you couldn’t know they were in the middle of something, that you were too tired to move, but that you would spend the next day home. But you were upset, and you just wanted things to be good so you got up without words.

“Let me dress up at least” you mumbled and you gently shoved the boys out of your room. No need to say that they both were very surprised by your lack of reaction. You dressed up and opened the door. Your brothers were at the kitchen table, waiting for you. Bo seemed to have calmed down, and you were glad because you wouldn’t have stood anymore yelling or you would have started to cry.

“We go?” you asked and Bo stood up and went to hug you.

You hugged him back, a bit surprised but it was nice and you melted against him. It was what you had wanted since the end of Monday, and you had to wait for Friday night for it. It was a shame. You were always the one to break the hug usually, but you weren’t feeling like it and Bo was more than happy to indulge in a long lasting hug.

“What’s up love?” he asked you and you shrugged.

“Just a shitty week” you replied and he hummed before kissing the top of your head.

“Don’t mind me ‘bout earlier. Ya can stay here if ya ain’t feelin’ like it” he said and you really must have looked awful for Bo to be all soft and conciliant. But you shook your head, you had wanted to be home earlier. You looked at Lester.

“Maybe ya could come home too?” you asked and Lester didn’t have the heart to tell you no so he agreed.

No need to say that Bo was excited to have both his babies home for once. He brought you back home, and you were already falling back asleep on Lester’s shoulder, on the backseats. Bo carried you home and you snuggled into his arms as Lester followed behind.

You woke up only the next morning, in your bed and you felt a little better knowing you were home. You smelled some pancake scents teasing you and it gave you the motivation to get up. Lester was still sleeping, but the twins were in the kitchen, Bo cooking and Vincent dressing the table for the family breakfast. You were lazily rubbing your eyes as you joined them. Vincent was soon all over you, gently kissing your face and hugging you. You enjoyed the attention and let yourself be happy about it. You weren’t often letting them baby you, but for once, you were in the mood. And the twins wouldn’t let that occasion escape them. Vincent also saw in it a good opportunity to convince you to move back in here, and this time he believed Bo wouldn’t fuck this up, because Bo was also very eager to take care of you. You weren’t often letting them do it, so they were determined to show you how amazing they could be when it was about their favourite baby sister.

And taking care of you was putting them in an especially good mood, because it allowed them to focus on making you happy and on the positive things in their existence. You were their positive thing in their existence.

Vincent gently guided you to a chair so you could sit and Bo leaned to press a kiss on your forehead.

“Slept well?” he asked and you nodded, still a little bit sleepy

“Thanks for havin’ carried me to bed” you mumbled and he smiled down at you

“No problem, love” you smiled back at him, enjoying how relaxed he seemed.

Shitty week you said? Vincent asked you and you nodded again

“Yeah, work was stupidly busy and then I had that date and the guy didn’t show up. He was probably hooking up with another girl” you told them.

“What an asshole. Ya should ask him to come over here, we’d take care of him” Bo commented and you let escape a soft chuckle

“Yeah, I know ya’re always ready to kill whoever’s flirtin’ with me” you teased and Bo shrugged

“Just want the best for my baby sister” he replied and you smiled even more at that.

“Know you do,” you nodded.

Lester arrived soon after, half asleep still as well.

“Right on time for the pancakes!” Bo said as he placed them on the table.

Lester and you jumped on them as if you hadn’t eaten in three days. Bo smiled proudly to himself. When he wasn’t destroying himself or people, he loved to take care of his siblings. It was his duty as the eldest brother and it gave him a sense of fulfilment. The twins both waited for you and Lester to have taken as many pancakes as you wanted before serving themselves. Because your parents never cared about Lester or you the same way they had to with the twins, Bo and Vincent always looked after their baby siblings to make sure they were loved and taken care of. It was appeasing them to not think about their own issues that way. However this desire to take care of their siblings never appeared with anyone else; they only cared about family.

“Ya’re workin’ today?” you asked the three of them

“Why, anythin’ planned?” Bo asked back, eager to push away all he needed to do today if you wanted to spend time with your family. It had been a little while you hadn’t wanted to have a family moment, and he was always more than up for it. Vincent too, even if he was hiding his excitement better.

You shrugged “Don’t know, just wanted to be with ya, guys” you hummed and they could only agree with that.

By the end of the day, you couldn’t count how many times you got kissed, hugged, cuddled and loved on by your three brothers. You were definitely feeling a lot better and happy. You finished your family dinner, and you were eating together the cake you baked today to thank your family for being so good to you. They all were crazy in love with your baking skills and they were always pleading with you to make them something, so when it was happening, it was like a miracle fell upon the house. Lester had to come back to his place to take care of some stuff but he promised to come over the next day. Bo didn’t even have to beg you for you to stay, because you didn’t feel like leaving.

It felt like you were back in your teenage years, as you were now laying on your bedroom ground, at the feet of your bed, Vincent was sitting on your desk and Bo was sitting on the floor as well, with his back against the closed door. You were in a comfortable silence.

“Do ya think it could be like that everyday?” you asked

And the twins’ attention went on you right away. They were hoping you were talking about living with them.

“How so, love?” Bo asked, just to make sure he wasn’t misinterpreting what you were saying.

“If I lived here, would it be like that everyday?” you asked again and because of your position you missed the twins exchanging a look.

They both straightened and tensed a little because they were aware it was the first time this discussion was coming from you and they could tell they were really close to getting you home with them. They couldn’t screw this up.

“Well we’d be more than happy to take care of ya everyday, for sure” Bo replied and you hummed. “Ya’re the one who doesn’t let us do” he commented and Vincent shoot him a disapproving glance but you only hummed again.

“Well, that’s true; but in my defence, ya can be too much guys, overprotective and all” you replied

“That’s because we love ya” he replied back

“Know ya do. I do love ya too of course. I mean ya always make my day better when ain’t happy. Already when we were kids, I knew I could count on ya. Ya wouldn’t have let anyone hurt me either” you smiled at the memories flashed through your mind. You were lucky to have them, and you were aware of that. You were rarely telling them you loved them, so it made their hearts flutter and they really hoped they could have you home everyday now.

“If it’s because of the killings…” Bo started and you shook your head.

“Don’t care about what ya do, ya know. I’ve already told ya. Ya're my brothers, and we’ve always been there for each other, and loyal to each other too. But ya, Bo, are an overprotective worrier with anger issues and ya, Vincent, ya are an overprotective manipulator and stalker” you told them and they were quite surprised, but they couldn’t deny it.

“We can do better” Bo promised

“I’ll think ‘bout it” you promised but it wasn’t enough for the twins, they were too close to let the subject go.

“No, no, think now. Look, ya’d pay no rent, ya’d be taken care of everyday so it means no more shitty weeks, ya’d be fed, Lester could drive ya to work, ya’d be safe here, ya’d spend more time with us. Sounds like a win-win situation to me” he said and you couldn’t help but smile.

“But it means bearin’ with ya when ya’re upset, hearin’ people gettin’ killed and not bringin’ anyone one even just for a one night stand.” you replied

“I’m sure we can work it out. If ya let me take care of ya, I’m sure I can calm down. We’ll make sure to be quicker and quieter with the killings and maybe ya can bring your one night stand in a motel in Lester’s town, or in one of the empty houses around here” Bo said, his brain working fast. You sent a look at Vincent who was nodding in agreement with everything.

You stayed silent for a moment and the twins waited.

“Ok.” you simply said.

“Ok?” Bo insisted.

“I’m gonna notify my landlord I’m givin’ my flat back” you added

“Ya’re serious?” Bo asked again because none of the twins could believe they finally made it.

“What? Ya don’t want me here now?” you arched an eyebrow, teasing them.

“Too happy to believe it’s happenin’,” he admitted, his eyes lighting up.

Vincent sat next to you and kissed the back of your hand, too emotional to even sign to you about how relieved, happy, full of joy he currently was.

They finally got their baby sister to live with them. Hopefully, it would convince Lester to do the same, so the Sinclair family would be back together like it should be.

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changedname-originals · 3 months

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Me sharing that essay i wrote combined with a few assignments i got at school recently really got me back into writing so im gonna share the script for a monologue i wrote recently. Please do keep in mind that it is the translated version and that i haven't practiced it yet, so some lines may end up changing a bit while i figure out what works, but it's pretty close to how its gonna end up. Also anything in these brackets () will be directions while anything in these brackets [] will be context.

Hello, hello, hello everyone! Please be welcome and prepare to enjoy my monologue tonight! Be ready to burst with laughter because what I am about to show you is the most hilarious role I have ever played on this stage! George is the dullest man in the world compared to this! [George was the character who i played in my last play and was probably the funniest role i have ever played] If you could please be patient for a moment, then I can do some quick final preparations. (go to the "backstage" and sit down with a sigh) Man, what even is this play, it is the shallowest entertainment there is, makes the audience laugh and that is all it does. Doesn't make them think, doesn't make me think. I am so done with this empty, soulless comedy, my potential is so much higher than this…. But the audience expects another comedy from me, and what if they don't like this? What if I open up my soul and they stomp all over it like this with demands for a comedy and questions of what this nonsense is. Maybe I should just keep it a comedy… No, no I can't handle another soulless thing like that, it has to be something personal this time…. I could start it with a light tone, so they get a little of what they expect, and then show my suffering… But even then I still have to write something and what do I tell the audience…. And even if I do, is that enough? Will that make me happy?…. Maybe I should do something new, be more open about who I am, maybe something with my hair or clothes, maybe even come out…. just something to be more myself. [i recently came out at school during a presentationin what i still think was a really powerfull message but sadly didn't script so can't share and i also recently painted my hair and am planning on making a whole new style change which should be finished well before the play] I can just start by cutting off a small part of this metaphorical mask and gauge what the reactions are and from there I'll see. (take a deep breath in and out and return to the stage) Hey. Thanks for the patience. But I hope you guys have some patience left, because unfortunately I can't perform my monologue tonight. Mr. [teacher's name], I hope you understand this and can give me an extension, because my potential is much higher than this mindless comedy. I hope you are not too disappointed, but if you can forgive this and come to my next play you will see how much deeper my plays can be. I hope you can enjoy the rest of the monologues performed tonight, but for mine you will have to come back another time. Good night.

This time i learned from my mistakes and just translated it using deepl and checked it through to see what parts needed changing instead of wasting hours on translating it manually. Also some parts just don't translate into english that well so i just did my best there. Also i got an english assignment a few days ago where i also wrote a story and it still needs editing, but once i'm done with that i will be posting it here too, so i hope you guys will stay tuned for that. Anyways i hope you guys enjoyed this and have a great rest of your day.

#also my teacher said he could barely believe i wrote this cuz it was so good and that was fun to hear #original work

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zorritoenllamas · 7 months

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Behind the Mask

A Modern!Au I've been writing, for my quinoli heart...

A camboy's AU ;) Explicit, you're warned!

Quincy x Olivine - Nu Carnival

Holy Temptation IS LIVE NOW.

"Good evening my dears... I hope your week has been productive - mine was exhausting! Shall we get started already? I can't wait to play with you guys!"

Randomguy69 has bought 5 coins.

Lover1boy has bought 1 coin.

Selflishbear has bought 3 coins.

SwitchKing says "Finally!"

Lover1boy says " I LOVE YOU HOLY, I LOVE YOU!"

"Oh, I see you are very active tonight," Olivine finished adjusting the white lace mask with matching bunny ears, to finally turn his face towards the camera. Beautiful emerald green eyes stood out behind the mask. "SwitchKing, I'm glad you're here! Randomguy69, Loverboy, Selfishbear thank you so much for the coins, you guys really spoil me too much..."

It's never too much!

You're the best

I'm hard already

Holy I want you to sit on my face

Please answer my private message!

Do you do meetings?

Holy looks beautiful as always!

The messages and coins kept coming into the chat. The live visits soon reached more than a thousand views. It was the usual, but the young man could not get used to it. He could not understand how he had become so famous in this world. Surely Klein's God would know his intentions and good purposes, blessing him in this way. As always, he thanked him inwardly for his infinite help. After all, Olivine was a man of God.

He continued to greet one by one for several minutes. He liked to take the time to get to know everyone who was dedicated to accompanying him on his transmissions, even though most of the time it was virtually impossible to keep track of it. There were too many of them. There were some who were always repeating themselves and it was easier to recognize them....

His heart skipped a beat when he noticed the name of the person who had just entered the chat. He was about to greet him with enthusiasm, when suddenly...

Forest Hermit has bought 150 coins.

Forest Hermit says "Good night, Holy".

150 coins. Each coin was worth about a dollar. 150 dollars, in the blink of an eye. Olivine blushed, though with the led lights setting the room, it was impossible for it to show on the video. "Forest Hermit... As always, I thank you so much, is there anything you want tonight? You can ask for whatever you want," he said into the microphone.

Forest Hermit says "You know what I like."

Olivine laughed. Of course he did. "Okay.... I'd like to dedicate this stream to Forest Hermit, who everyone should know by now..." he smiled tenderly. He began to line up some of his toys on the piece of furniture where he kept his computer. Several vibrators and dildos of different sizes, shapes and materials. Finally, he sat down in front of the camera and unbuttoned the white shirt he was wearing.

Emerald green stone piercings attached by a thin golden chain decorated his bulging pecs, so bulging that several times he had had to clarify that he was a man like any other, only his chest was bigger than average. On his abdomen, another piercing to match those of his nipples decorated his navel. And going down even further, almost reaching his pubis, a delicate tattoo could be appreciated, his trademark. A heart design with decorations on the sides, in a light pink tone.

Once stripped of his shirt, he looked directly into the camera to wink flirtatiously, sticking his tongue out mischievously.

"Hermit... This is for you."

Forest Hermit IS LIVE NOW.

A soft background beat accompanied the viewers as they began to greet each other in the chat room. In the transmission, a large, rustic room could be seen, with a variety of wood carvings and decorations. In the distance a large unmade bed could be seen, which the regular stream visitors already knew, but in the foreground there was only a fluffy chair, visibly comfortable, covered by some kind of animal fur. There were a few candles burning and the light was very dim, giving the video a more intimate atmosphere.

Suddenly, the fur covering the chair began to move. The head of a small animal peeked out, staring into the camera with its glowing eyes.

"Topper got there first this time."

"Topper, cover your eyes!"

"It's so cute..."

"I still can't identify which animal it is..."

"Where are you Hermit?!"

"Hermit, would you sell Topper?"

"Go to sleep", a deep, seductive voice chimed in, causing the chat to erupt in increasingly obscene messages. "It's late", a hand followed by an arm appeared on the screen, affectionately patting the animal's head, who made a joyful little noise in response, jumping swiftly out of the chair.

"Finally!"

"Hermit, Hermit, you were taking your time!

"Take your clothes off already!"

"Hermit I want to join you today!"

"I thought you would have fallen asleep by now..."

"So annoying...", without warning, Quincy took a seat in front of the camera with his usual stoic expression. The dark circles under his eyes were visible even behind the mask he wore, a plain black leather mask. The sound of notifications of coin donations increased almost comically, drawing a half smile from the young man. "Little devils..." he stretched out his arms, spreading his fingers in front of him. He was wearing a dark brown bathrobe open to his navel, leaving his marked pecs and abs in full view. Judging by his damp hair, he had just gotten out of the shower. He didn't pay much attention to the messages; he didn't usually interact directly with his audience during his broadcasts anyway. He would just go about doing whatever he felt like doing at the time, or fulfill a few requests that caught his attention enough. Occasionally he would invite someone to join him, on particular occasions.... In fact, he had only invited one person, who had come to a couple of sessions, and had been the one who had helped him get started in this world of camboys thanks to his huge following. They had quite a... Particular friendship, but a very solid one.

Holy Temptation entered the chat.

"I was already starting to wonder if you were coming...", Quincy said almost in a whisper, making it clear who he was talking to. In the chat everyone started talking again, now that another of his favorite streamers had arrived. He waited a few seconds...

Holy Temptation says: Good evening Hermit, I hope I'm not too late....

Quincy did not respond. He merely opened his robe even wider, revealing part of his pubic hair.

"Let's get started."

#fanfic #nu carnival #nucani #quincy #olivine #quinoli #nukani #ao3 fanfic #fanfiction

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anonymityisfunwriter · 2 years

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Secret Moments In a Crowded Room

Pairing: Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

"If I didn't know any better I'd think you like me as your dirty little secret," he gruffly chuckles, sitting at the foot of your bed watching as you put the finishing touches on your outfit for tonight.

"My dirty little secret? No. Never."

"But?"

"It's kinda fun though," you coyly offer, turning away from the mirror to face Bucky. "Our secret moments in a crowded room. They have no idea about me and you."

"Did you just quote Taylor Swift?" he sighs in exasperation, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

"Maybe."

"All I'm saying is if I see a single pervy look or someone hitting on you, our secrets not going to be a secret anymore," he warns, though his smirk defies the serious tone of his words.

"I think that's a fair deal."

Surprisingly, the night didn't drag for Bucky. Not in the slightest.

In fact, time ebbed and flowed rather quickly for an event like this. Normally, these large, extravagant, black tie events to keep the Avengers in the public's good graces were absolutely awful. He usually said very little, he wouldn't move from his stool at the bar, he barely interacted with anyone outside of his normal circle, he didn't give people any more ammunition against him.

But even though you'd parted from him over an hour ago, he didn't even feel your absence. How could he with this little game you were playing?

In that way, you were absolutely right, it was a lot of fun.

Quick, fleeting moments with no one none the wiser. Every few minutes he'd catch your eye or you'd catch his. This time he juts his head in the direction of the side exit. Your lips pull in to hide your mischievous grin, but still you slightly shake your head reminding him that you couldn't leave yet.

It was almost a challenge.

You were challenging him to be the first to break, to reveal your secret in a room full of reporters. He does his best to contain his grin, knowing that anything other than his stone-faced expression would definitely garner some attention. He coyly bites his lip when your eyes flicker back to him.

"You guys are still doing this?" Sam groans, eyes flickering between the lingering, flirty gazes you and Bucky are exchanging. "Hello?"

"Huh? What?" Bucky asks, reluctantly tearing his eyes away from you.

"I've been talking to you for like ten minutes."

"Yeah, yeah, no, that sounds great," Bucky unconvincingly agrees. "A great idea."

"Now I know you weren't listening," Sam scolds, taking a long drink from his glass only to see that Bucky isn't listening once again. "Is it alright if I have your arm?"

"Sure. No problem," Bucky absently replies, not even turning his head to reply to Sam.

"And will you cover my assignments for the next year?"

"Yeah, mhm... Don't worry about it."

"Is it okay if I tell the world you two are together?"

"What?" Bucky exclaims, finally tearing his eyes away from you. "No!"

Sam scoffs, "Of course, that you hear."

"Why would you even ask me that?"

"This has to be the world's worst kept secret," Sam complains. "Everyone already knows!"

"They don't," Bucky corrects, pointing to the gaggle of reporters standing around waiting for their next story. But he could concede that there were whispers, little breadcrumbs given to the general public.

In a way, this secret had become a fun game between you and Bucky - and ostensibly the rest of the team.

It was one big inside joke that turned into subliminal messages in social media posts, little easter eggs for people to dissect.

Maybe you shouldn't have been encouraging it, but Bucky had to admit, it was pretty fun watching people fall down rabbit holes trying to reason the whole thing out.

Just a few weeks ago, you posted a picture of Bucky calling him your best friend. Only for you to tweet that your favorite song was 'Dress' a few days later. But you weren't the only one egging people on, lately Bucky had taken to liking your pictures and posts just a little too quickly for people to not notice.

The latest game you were playing with the public were with people trying to catch Bucky in the background of videos and pictures you posted. It was downright entertaining watching you laugh at the way people swore they could see a glint of Bucky's metal arm in a mirror. Or when you posted a picture of wearing sunglasses that people swore looked identical to Bucky's.

In a way, it was simply a fun game used to kill off-time.

But you and Bucky did have real reasons why you were remaining tight-lipped.

Bucky didn't want to be the catalyst of your fall from grace. He'd seen it many times, especially for the women on the team. A person built up and beloved by the public, only for the tide to violently turn without warning. Right now, people loved you, and he didn't want to be the reason they didn't anymore.

Your reasoning was similar.

As a new member, as someone constantly shrouded with all things SHIELD and Avengers, you were still in that phase where people wanted to know everything about you. Every facet was of your life was microscopically examined. And while you didn't mind it all that much, you didn't want to drag Bucky back into the limelight. You knew how hard of a time he had with the public, particularly people who still only saw him as the Winter Soldier and if you could protect him from that, you would.

You both agreed that as long as you were having fun with it, you'd keep playing this little game. People assumed they knew everything about you already, but it was clear to everyone close to you that they didn't know anything all. And you'd keep it that way for as long as possible.

"Let me guess, they snuck off already?" Sam snarkily asks as Steve slinks over to where he's standing at the bar.

"Pretty much."

"So because we're not in a relationship, we're the only ones expected to stay?" Sam scoffs, noting that most of the team had left even though this event was supposed to be mandatory from beginning to end. Tony even held a meeting that under no circumstance was anyone to leave before the event was finished. But as he scanned the room, it was incredibly apparent that you'd all left without saying anything to him or Steve. "That's not fair."

"Life's not fair."

"Since they're not here, who's going to stop me from blabbing to those reporters? Or posting them on Instagram? No one that's who."

Steve chuckles thinking that Sam's just making a joke about how they're forced to continue their appearance here while everyone else has called it a night, though when he see the look of challenge on Sam's face, he vehemently shakes his head. "No, Sam. Absolutely not."

"What? Maybe it'll be an accident. Maybe I accidentally post a picture."

"Sam, you're being childish," Steve chides.

"Well, who's gonna stop me?"

"I think Bucky would actually kill you."

"He wouldn't," Sam scoffs.

"If you out them, he absolutely will."

"It's not outing them. It's making an insinuation to the general public," he teases, pulling out his phone to continue his joke.

"You're insinuating that they're together."

"Look at them," he coos, showing Steve an image of one of your reunions.

It was sort of when he'd made peace with you two as a couple. When he learned to accept it with an occasionally big brother-esque threat to keep Bucky in line.

He smiled thinking about how, in spite of the grueling exhaustion and bumps and bruises, you were giddy back getting back to Bucky. It was a sweet picture of the two of you lying on the couch together, curled underneath a blanket that was much too small for the two of you. But even sleeping, you both looked disgustingly, tooth-rottingly happy.

"Quit messing around," Steve scolds, but still cranes his neck to look at the picture. "But you're right, it is a cute picture."

"My OTP," Sam jokes, dramatically typing away at his phone, showing Steve the screen as he carefully cultivates his 'accidental' post. "Insert heart emoji. Hashtag: Grumpy Sunshine."

"Stop messing around," Steve hisses. "Let them tell people their own terms."

"You're right," Sam sighs in concession. "I'm just playing. I'm not going to do that."

"Delete that before you get yourself into trouble."

"Fine," Sam huffs, only half paying attention when he deletes the post and shoves his phone back in his pocket.

He and Steve both continue standing around at the bar waiting for an appropriate moment to make their exit. It was always a difficult tell with these kinds of events, if they left too early their absences would most certainly be noted, but if they left too late they were most likely going to get hounded by tenacious, annoyingly persistent reporters.

It's only been a few minutes of idle chatter and waiting when Sam's phone starts to buzz incessantly. It's not just one of two consecutive buzzes, it's dozens, more even - so many that it almost sounds like one continuous notification.

"Jeez, someone's a popular guy," Steve quips, hearing the continuous buzzing in Sam's pocket.

Sam rolls his eyes, though he's equally curious about the random notifications that are still blowing up his phone. He takes one look and his face drops, "Oh no."

"What happened?"

Sam anxiously bites his fist, scrolling through the dozens of notifications. He's still stunned shock as he turns to show Steve his phone, or more specifically, the post he meant to delete posted for everyone to see.

"You didn't," Steve gasps.

"Oh, I swear it was an accident! It was an accident - Why would they put the delete button next to the post button? That's a disaster just waiting to happen!"

"You didn't," Steve repeats. "I thought you were just goofing off!"

"It was an accident!" Sam insists, locking his screen as if that will somehow contain the can of worms he'd just opened.

"Take it down," Steve yelps.

"Oh no..."

"What?"

Sam turns the phone again to show Steve the new message from Bucky: WHAT THE HELL?

Steve claps a hand on a still stunned Sam's shoulder, "It was nice knowing you, buddy."

Sam's screen lights up again with a subsequent message from you that slightly assuaged his concerns, if only because you wouldn't let Bucky kill him.

Your message read: Aww.. I love that picture!

Part 2 (Drabble)

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something new pt.II

a monet de haan x reader

the royals of constance billiard have invited you into their ranks, and the princess seems to have a motive.

contains: slighttt angst for kinda shitty parents in the start/middle. mostly fluff and me loving monet. maybe some ooc moments. the writing style changing every section. not really proof read we die like men.

a/n: writing this i realized that the group in ggrb does. not have a name. so corny ass "the royals" it is ! <3 this took me forever but im inspired by gg spotify playlists and pure gay yearning. also what the hell do you call someone with black hair.

if there's one thing you should have expected from becoming friends with the royals of constance billard, it was how quickly they got stuff done.

on your way home from the charity benefit hall, you opened your phone to see that the six enigmas you had met at the party had all followed you and already added you to a group chat. as soon as you open it you already see audrey tagging you and telling you how you're all meeting up tomorrow to go shopping, apparently. lucky you.

once you arrived at your parents townhouse, maybe one of the only things you found bearble at this point was your new home, for its gorgeous interior and exterior and your spacious room, you rushed inside and up to your room so as to avoid whatever bullshit about your behavior they're going to chastise. after cleaning yourself up and getting ready for bed, you laid down and typed ‘sounds like a plan. see u tmmrw.’

putting your phone on your nighstand to charge, you were left to stare at your ceiling and ponder over what happened tonight and asking why. why did these people gravitate to you so quickly? did they just want another rich kid to add to their posse? you knew people just used each other often in your world of the rich and powerful, but god did it seem unappealing.

as much as you hated to admit it, you wanted real friends. hell, maybe even a girlfriend.

as the thought crossed your mind, a certain brown skinned girl with ombre twists crossed your mind, making you jolt up in bed.

“no…no no no dont do that.” you whisper and smack your cheeks, trying to convince yourself that no, you didnt have a crush on probably the most beautiful girl you've ever seen. that was crazy. pure insanity.

it made no sense. you could tell the kind of person she was, the queen bee, (technically the queen bee's second hand, intriguing), the girl everyone wanted or wanted to be and she knew it.

she also seemed a bit mean, which you were normally into.

but you didnt want to get yourself hurt.

not after what happened last time.

and so you fall asleep, thinking of pretty clothes and fake smiles.

youre rudely awakened by your alarm at around eight am, set the night before so you could get ready for the day ahead. you get up from bed, struggling to not check your notifications and messages on your phone before making your way to your on suite bathroom. in there you do your usual morning routine, rinsing off your body in the shower and doing your facial routine at the sink.

once youre finished, you head over to your closet to pick out an outfit when youre phone starts ringing. you see the caller id is max, and you swipe on the green to answer. "hello? you get up ths early too?"

"nah, but i had a feeling you would be. seem like the early bird type." max's voice drawls through the phone, still deep with the effects of sleep. "are you up at the asscrack of dawn because youre excited or because youre used to it?"

you laugh slightly, flipping through your pants and your skirts. "a bit of both, actually. my parents always made me get up really early so i know i have time to do everything. but the sunrise is also pretty."

max's voice laughs through the phone. "thats a good reason, ill admit. personally i like the sunset better."

"then i guess we've come to an empasse..." your voice trails off, finally finding a suitable outfit for looking nice but also being comfy while you walk around. "im about to get dressed, should i call you back?"

"nope put me on speaker, we've got things to talk about before we go shopping today." he states. youre confused, but put the speaker on anyway, giving him the go ahead to start talking.

"alright, youve probably already guessed this because you seem smart, but we all kinddd of want something from you." his bluntness makes you giggle.

"want something? from me? i sure hope its not my money." you joke, smiling as you hear his playful scoff from the phone.

"trust me, we're covered on that front. it was really julien and monets idea to bring you into the group, which congrats for getting in at the speed of light, by the way. i wasnt expecting any new additions considering weve all been mostly best friends for years."

this was monets idea?, you think to yourself as you finally wiggle into your clothing. there was a bit of a connection last night, but you didnt think it was strong enough for someone as seemingly impassive as her to start indoctrinating you into her friend group.

"what do you mean by mostly? you all seemed close from what i saw." you question.

max sighs through the phone, telling you that you might have guessed wrong. "its...a bit complicated. ill explain more of it later. my dads are calling me for breakfast. by the way, do you want me to pick you up later? i dont mind."

"sure, i want to hear all of the group secrets on the way there, though." you joke, laughing harder when he gives a fake laugh through the phone before saying your goodbyes.

after youve gotten dressed and made sure you had everything, you head downstairs to get a quick morning snack before the drive.

after grabbing your quick bite, youre stopped in your tracks by the sight of your mother in the doorway. she's wearing sportswear and her skin is slightly sweaty, meaning she just came back from her morning run. she eyes the food in your hand and you scoff, brushing past her to the front door.

for the next few minutes you stand in front of your home, scrolling through your socials and lightly listening to music until a honk makes you jerk your head up. in front of the sidewalk sits a very nice white car, with a smiling brunette boy looking straight at you.

"hurry up! i dont wanna hear audrey badger me for being late." he yells, making you match his bright smile. you get comfortable in the front seat, already vibing with the song he has playing from his spotify and the sweet smell of his car.

"do you really use a jelly bean air freshener?"

"i needed one that fit my personality."

"ah, i was wondering why i liked you so much."

throughout the drive to the mall, you get closer and laugh more with max, showing each other your favorite songs and laughing at each others lip syncing. after a few minutes, you finally ask him the question thats been on your mind.

"what did you mean earlier when you said you all...mostly got along?"

he stares straight at the road for a few seconds, the corner of his lips quirking up. "do you still talk to the people youve known since you were little? and i mean really little-preschool age."

you think about it beofre shaking you head. because of your parents frequent moving, you didnt make any solid connections. hopefully that would change soon.

"well youre kinda lucky. it sounds great when youre young to be best friends forever but in high school people...change. it starts slowly at first but it gets more noticable. i mean, when we were kids aki was like the mediator of the group, but now hes more impassive. audrey was the mother hen but now shes more overbearing, the list goes on." he rants, his voice sounding more melancholic as he goes on. "dont get me wrong, i love my friends but...everythings changing."

you nod along as he talks about his worries, giving him someone to vent to and taking in all of the information hes telling you.

max parks and you both make your way to the entrance, and he laughs at the look on your face when he says next time you should use the subway.

once inside, the rest of your new group of "friends" come up to you both.

"yn! i hope you made it here alright, hopefully max didnt talk your ear off on the way here." aki says, standing in front of you hand in hand with audrey, who smiles at you.

"youre just soo funny, menzies. you really should pursue a career in comedy." max jokes dryly, punching his friend in the arm playfully. as they start a playful arument, audrey takes your hand and pulls you over to where her and julien were standing.

"its so nice to see you again, yn," julien greets you and takes your arm in hers, audrey taking the one on your other side, "todays gonna be so fun, i promise. monet and luna are over in gucci, but i was thinking of heading over to saks..."

"why dont we meet them in gucci? then we can all shop together..." you suggest, your voice trailing off when you catch the look max is giving you in the corner of your eye.

julien smiles, tugging you along.

you get to the store, eyeing the collection of clothing, purses, and shoes. after a few seconds of looking around, your eyes connect with monets from across the store.

luna is next to her, the noirette talking lowly while shes observing a heel in her hand. but monets eyes stay on you, humming along to whatever shes saying-

"i think this would look pretty on you, yn," audreys soft voice yanks you out of your trance, holding up a cropped coat up to your chest, observing it from all angles.

"yeah, you're right. but its still august, isnt it a little too soon for a coat?"

"it'll get cold quick." monets voice pops up from the other side of audrey, startling you a bit. "didnt you live in maine previously? i wouldve thought all they had was lobsters and snow."

"i traveled with my parents in the winter months often, so i didnt feel the cold. but there were some perks of living there. a lot less...trash."

monets eyes widen and audrey barely stifles a laugh at your comment, the former slightly glaring at the two of you. audrey composes herself quickly.

"monet is right, once it hits late september the temperature starts dropping quick. youre buying it." audrey thrusts the piece of clothing in your hand, starting to look for more in the expensive collection.

monet still stands in front of you, smiling at you with an emotion in her eyes you cant quite place. but if you had to guess, it was nothing good for you.

"what do you want from me?" your bluntness shocks her out of her stupor, the girl crossing her hands on her chest.

"why do you think i want something from you?"

"lets not act coy. i just got here and your merry little band is trying to make me feel as if ive been here for years, and i know you have something to do with it."

she continues to smile at you, tapping her manicured finger on her arm. "and just why would i do something like that? i dont even know you."

alright, this was just pissing you off. "look, im not gonna turn into one of your little pawns. so whatever dumb ass game you're playing, leave me out of it."

"oh, yn," she sighs, bringing her hand up smooth her soft hand down your face, "you're already on the board. and trust me, when the time comes for choosing, youll wanna be on our side. now, lets go shopping, hm?"

you open your mouth to rebuttal but she shuts you up with a wave of her hand, moving directly to your left to loop your arms together and continue walking through the store.

despite some hesitance brought on by your inherent suspicion and monets ominous words, you will admit you had some fun with the group at the mall and going around to see the sights of new york.

but maxs comment from the car rung in your head often, and you noticed how they all had little groups within them. monet and luna mostly stayed to themselves if they weren't getting julien picture perfect for a picture. said julien really only seemed to connect with audrey, talking to obie but his face looked...conflicted?

during your observation your eyes yet again catch on monets, who just gives you a little smile and a wave.

you had a feeling this wouldnt end well for you.

eventually the sun starts to set and conversations start to dull, with julien suggesting you all come to her place and chill and to record some stuff for her instagram. julien calls her drivers to pick you up, but because of the uneven number, someone is going to have to sit by themselv-

"join me in the second car. i wanna talk." monet whispers from behind you, causing a shiver to go down your spine at the sudden nature of it and her closeness. intrigued you oblige, crawling into the back of the suv behind her and settling in.

its quiet for a handful of seconds, only the faint noise of the city and the moving car surrounding you.

"what do your parents do?"

the question throws you off. you would have thought she had done extensive digging on your history.

"theyre in the investing business. they just look to colleges with the most promising alumni and fund their programs. guess they also invest in start up businesses. but frankly i dont care and want nothing to do with it, and im confused at why you're asking me this."

she sighs, as if debating if she wants to speak - or really if she doesnt. she closes her eyes and rubs one of her temples with her fingers before pushing what she wants to say out.

"im asking because i want you on my side. everyone treats me like im just one of juliens dumb followers and that what i do is a joke but its not. i want to actually do something and make a business for myself, thats why i push her so hard. i dont want to join my familys company and i can tell you dont either."

you nod along to her words, not going to ignore her opening up to you. "buttt what do you need me on your side for? are you going to start some kind of war or..."

"i love julien, i really do. we've known each other since before we started teething. but shes changing and becoming this...sentimental wannabe good girl and i know eventually shes gonna leave me and my management in the dust. when it happens i need something to fall back on."

"so what, you do all of this shit for me just to be your back up plan?"

"i did it because i need to trust you. and i need you to trust me." she states, looking you dead in the eyes. you can see the sincerity in her eyes, and you hope its real because if not she was a really good liar. "besides, i know alll about what happened at your last school. you may try to act like some impassive above it, all cool girl attitude, but i know we're a lot more alike than you think."

your heart stops the same time the car does. the sincerity is still there, but nows its sinister. manipulative. and if you were being honest, kinda hot.

"think about what i said. and dont mention this to the others, ok?" monet composes herself, getting out from over you when the door is opened and youre still frozen in place.

you're snapped back into reality when she grabs your hand and helps you out, pressing her shoulder to yours as you walk into the lobby of juliens building. you dont know whether to be scared or excited when she whispers in your ear again.

"it can be our first little secret."

this. took me forever. and kicked my ass. but season two is here so i rushed. id appreciate any feedback bc ik the plot right now feels messy but hope yall enjoyed anyway <333

#gossip girl reboot x reader #gossip girl x reader #gossip girl #gossip girl reboot #gossip girl revival #monet de haan x reader #monet de haan #luna la #max wolfe #audrey hope #julien calloway #obie bergmann #aki menzies #zoya lott

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