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goodwriterwithbadhabits · 6 months

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Seventeen As Hotel Jobs

Hello, I'm back after a ridiculously long time.

The following are jobs I think Seventeen would have if they worked at a hotel. Keep in mind that I literally work in a hotel, so I promise I know what I'm talking about. Additionally, there are no specific brands in mind, but I do use a few terms associated with Marriotts. (Cause that's who I work for.)

Anyway, enjoy! (Oh, here's the Master List)

Back Office/ Breakfast

Seungcheol: GM/ Owner

Comes from a very well off family, but had always been encouraged to work.

Found this hotel that was run down and in desperate need of repairs and bought it as a project

Now he’s got a Masters in Business Administration, and in Hospitality.

The hotel is his baby, and he’s poured thousands of his own dollars into turning it into a place people want to stay.

As GM, he spends a lot of time in his office working on the administration side of things,

Like payroll, budgets, and renovation projects

He’s constantly thinking of ways to improve the hotel so they’re are always contractors in and out of the building

He always makes a point to come help the front desk if a guest is being testy.

Most people don’t even realize he’s the owner until they threaten to call the owner on him

He likes watching their faces fall when he hands them a business card.

He takes any slight against the hotel or staff as a slight against himself

He also doesn’t accept any guest that insults or is rude to his staff, and isn’t afraid to kick rude people out.

He understands that people have bad days, and that sometimes things break, but he won’t just stand there and let his staff be punching bags.

Jeonghan: AGM

Most of the staff have no idea how Jeonghan got the position.

He doesn’t seem like he’s ever worked in Housekeeping, or the Front Desk

There were rumors that he’d just slept his way to the top

Truth is, Jeonghan has always worked there.

It was his first job back in highschool, as a parttime housekeeper on the weekends.

When everything was going to shit, he refused to leave

Instead just stepped in where needed.

Hes worked front desk, sales, housekeeping, even engineering

He knows the hotel inside and out and can do just about everything.

It was actually his dedication to the hotel that made Seungcheol want to buy it

He’s currently on his last year of a Masters in Hospitality

Mind you, he loves the fact that he doesn’t have to do much manual labor

As AGM he mostly does the supply ordering, hiring, scheduling, and assisting with guests when Seungcheol is busy.

He also tends to be the one to run meetings, as Cheol is surprisingly awful at actually bossing people around.

Despite his teasing nature, he adores his staff, and hand picked them himself

Will verbally destroy anyone who so much as looks at his staff wrong

Mingyu: Director of Sales

Mingyu hadn’t really anticipated getting into sales, let alone hotel sales.

But here he is.

Coming from money means that his parents expected him to study business

He picked Sales and Marketing cause he thought it would be an easy A

Then he fell in love with it, and was crazy good.

He loves making people happy, and selling them part of their vacation is awesome to him

He loves seeing clients with looks of wonder in their eyes or big smiles as they leave.

Every time someone posts a good review or emails him to thank him, he prints it out and puts it on his office wall.

He came to Scoups hotel after getting sick of sports teams at his old hotel.

They were super mean, and he wasn’t getting paid enough to sell a sub par hotel to a bunch of dickweeds.

Now he gets to chat with super chill people, and he loves the hotel.

The hotel really sells itself, but he’s in charge of daily rates, groups, anyone renting the meeting rooms, or people just looking to do a walk through.

He could probably sell a fox its own fur, but trips over his own shoes

The rest of the staff tease him relentlessly, but also loves that he’ll cook for any staff meeting or party.

Chan: Breakfast Attendant

Honestly, Chan needed a job, and he was going to off himself if he had to stay at the restaurant he was at.

He’d bumped into Cheol, Jeonghan, and Mingyu while the three were out to lunch and discussing their recently departed breakfast attendant.

He’d given them great service, despite the manager that was constantly belittling him

And let slip that he was interested in leaving his current server job.

So Jeonghan had left him a business card, along with a hefty tip.

Chan’s taken it upon himself to upgrade the hell out of the breakfast menu

He’s the reason they offer Kosher, and Vegan options.

He’s currently researching other religious diets, so he can make sure everyone can eat.

Usually he only works 5a to about 10 or 11a, depending on the day

But once a week, the day they get their truck, he stays later and deep cleans the kitchen

Don’t even think about going in there without his permission

He’s known for delivering scathing threats with a sweetest of smiles

Speaking of sweet smiles

He’s great with guests, often letting the desk know if a certain guest had a problem with their stay

He’s even managed to get Jeonghan and Cheol to do table touch service on busier mornings so they can interact with guests more.

On slow mornings, he’ll dance along with the music playing on the speakers, mostly to entertain small children

He always has a smile on his face and a few moments to chat with guests, even on busy mornings

The hotels reviews went up significantly when he was brought on board.

Desk Staff:

Seokmin: 1st shift, Market Champion

The Hotel’s happy virus.

Which is important to have at 7 in the morning

Seokmin makes it his mission to get every guest to smile before they leave

He’s always liked customer service jobs but usually people are mean and managers just expect him to take the abuse with a smile

But he’s taken to the hotel like a fish to water.

His work computer always has tabs open with the weather, local events, traffic conditions, and an extra for whatever someone might ask him for

He doesn’t drink coffee at work, but almost always remains super upbeat and energetic

Some of the other staff members think he does drugs

But he’s just a morning person (freak)

Always, and I mean always, has a smile on his face

Even if guests are being literal demons.

Keeps a treasure box of small toys for little kids at the desk

Always singing along to the lobby music when he’s not helping a guest.

As Market champion he’s in charge of making sure the Market is stocked and orderly.

Does all the Market ordering, and has a really good rapport with the delivery drivers and sales people

Love the moments when the lobby is quiet and he can just focus on stocking the market and organizing the storage room

Everyone else loves those moments cause he’s singing along to the lobby music

Joshua: Second Shift, Desk Supervisor

Josh prefers working in the afternoon

You couldn’t pay him to wake up before 10a most days

He’s been in hotels since he graduated highschool

He’d even worked at the hotel briefly back when it was awful

Jeonghan had recommended bringing him back when Cheol was replacing the staff

Shua initially just wanted to check and see how everything was going

Was super impressed with Cheol’s work and decided to stay

He’s been at the hotel the longest besides Cheol and Jeonghan

As supervisor, he trains all the new desk staff, and covers for them if they call in

His temper is pretty short, so he won’t let guests just yell at him for no reason

He’s also a stickler for the rules so expect him to be kicking people out of the pool at exactly 10pm

He does really enjoy his job

He gets to meet new people every day and hear their cool travel stories.

And the staff are all friendly, especially to one another

Plus he’s getting paid really well with some really good perks.

Jun: Night Audit

In all honesty, he got the job cause he was desperate and wanted something with minimal responsibilities.

He’s basically getting paid to watch dramas and occasionally help fold some towels

Yeah, he also had to check in late night guests and handle any complaints that arise

It’s also his responsibility to make sure no one who isn’t supposed to be on the property is there.

But for the most part, its quiet

So he spends all night catching up on Dramas, reading, or playing games

He’s got a total of about 30 minutes worth of actual work to do, since the Audit process is mostly automated

He does live on coffee and energy drinks

Solely because he’s determined to stay awake all night

No one knows anything about him cause he’s rarely ever seen during the day

Most people just assume he’s a vampire or something

He does snag breakfast every morning before he leaves though

Engineering Team:

Jihoon: Chief Engineer

Despite his stature and his age, Jihoon is a veritable genius in terms of Hotel Engineering

He can fix just about everything in the building, from PTACs to door locks, toilets to tiles

His dad was the engineer at another hotel so he got dragged around them alot

Mostly just bounced between local hotels after highschool

Jeonghan hired him after schmoozing with a few other GMs he had worked for and found out how good he was

Now Seungcheol is helping pay for him to get a degree in electrical engineering

Incredibly kind and helpful to any guest he may run into

But prefers to leave the guest interaction to the rest of staff

He just doesn’t have the personality not the patience for stupidity

He isn’t afraid to climb up the 20 foot ladder to fix lights on the lobby ceiling

He is however, terrified of walking into a guest room and finding a guest.

Will check 20 times with the desk to make sure the room is empty

He’s walked into too many rooms with naked people

If you can’t find him, check the roof

He has an ongoing feud with the solar panels

Wonwoo: Information Technologies

Computer whiz Wonu has arrived

If its on a computer, he can fix it

Most of the staff are convinced Jeonghan recruited him out of federal prison

He doesn’t care enough to correct them

Also its kind of embarrassing to admit that he had no friends and taught himself everything there is to know about computers because he had too much time to do so

He was just a child prodigy and graduated college super young

Jeonghan literally got him off of Indeed

Is never seen without a coffee or energy drink

He used to drink so many that Cheol and Woozi had to limit him to two drinks, and a max of 8 shots of espresso a day.

Tends not to interact with guests

Partly because he always looks ready to kill a man and Cheol doesn’t want to hear people complain about that

Partly because he’s super shy

He’s another person the rest of the staff know nothing about cause they never see him outside of work

Seungkwan swears he saw him at an internet cafe once

But Wonu refuses to acknowledge that

Vernon: Second Shift Engineer

As a college student, Nonnie can’t work a regular 9 to 5.

So he works 9p to 5a instead

Jeonghan hired him at Cheol’s request

He wanted someone on property during the late nights, when problems tend to arise.

Usually all he has to do is fix PTACs, the occasional door lock, and help people get connected to the internet.

Mostly just hangs out with Jun or in the Engineering office watching sitcoms

Cheol hates it, but Vernon’s unofficial uniform involves a tie dye hoodie and a pair of headphones

He also usually has a coffee, but that's more because he’s an eternally tired college student

His degree is actually in Mechanical Engineering,

Which tends to shock everyone when they remember

Cause he’s a bit of a space case.

Housekeeping:

Soonyoung: Housekeeping Manager

If we are being honest, He’s only the manager cause he’s been here the longest

He mostly just handles the housekeepers boards, inventory control and day end inspections

He’s also incredible at removing stains from carpets and couches

He’s worked as a housekeeper for about a year straight out of highschool, but let for greener pastures

He’s been in housekeeping for years, and even worked as an Ops manager at one point

Jeonghan tracked him down at the hotel he was at and convinced him to join the crew as manager.

When he gets serious, he’s a force to be reckoned with

But usually he’s a full on goofball

Cheol keeps having to shoot down his idea of tiger themed rooms.

He’s another person who always has a big smile

Probably because he just tunes out the people yelling at him

Minghao: Housekeeping Supervisor

The man who really runs the housekeeping department

He keeps everyone in line, maintains the storage closets, lets Jeonghan know what they need to order, and trains new housekeepers

He was working at a totally different hotel when he met Jeonghan

Jeonghan was supposed to be on vacation, and staying at Minghao’s hotel.

The two happened to meet in the hall after Jeonghan overheard Minghao’s supervisor yelling at him for no reason

He offered Minghao a position then and there, which Minghao accepted.

Hao literally packed up everything and moved to their town.

Lived in the hotel for a while and everything

He didn’t want to be manager, specifically because he doesn’t want to have to attend the management meetings every week.

He can clean a room spotless in 30 minutes, and is very proud of this fact.

Don’t call his Housekeepers “maids” or “Cleaners”

He will not hesitate to correct at a guest about it

The amount of times Hoshi has had to physically restrain him in the laundry room so that he didn’t attack a guest is innumerable.

Seungkwan: Second Shift Housekeeper

Seungkwan only works this shift because he’s still in school, and because Cheol thought it made sense to have someone on property around check in time.

He’d gone to the colleges job board and found Jeonghan’s flier

He figured they wouldn’t be able to work around his class schedule

Jeonghan, however, thought he was adorable and decided he needed him on the staff

Cheol agreed that a second shift of housekeeping made sense,

Partly because Jeonghan wasn’t really giving him a choice

Thus, Seungkwan was hired 4pm to midnight

He only sometimes has to clean rooms,

Mostly he just runs people things like towels or fresh sheets

And keeps the common areas clean.

If you can’t see him, you can almost always hear him,

His voice is always ringing through the halls to the point where Mingyu has debated advertising it.

On the chance that Housekeeping does have to stay later, he basically spends the whole time taking shit with Minghao until he leaves for the day.

He always brings extra food for Vernon and Jun, cause he knows they don’t feed themselves properly.

Were it not for him, those two would live on granola bars and take out.

Thoughts? Let me know in the comments. If you're interested in requesting something, whether for this universe or another, feel free to send me an ask. My inbox is always open.

#goodwriterwithbadhabits #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagine #seventeen imagines #seventeen headcanons #svt imagines #svt imagine #svt headcanons #svt scenarios

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differenteagletragedy · 6 months

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Derek's gonna be a daddy

Takes place anytime after step 4 -- you're married to Derek and you're having his baaaby! Pregnancy is hard, but Derek is Derek so that's still nice.

MC is AFAB, mentions of vomit :)

You tossed and turned in bed, unable to sleep. Come to think of it, you also weren't very good at tossing and turning -- instead you sort of kicked around a little, desperate to find some comfort for your poor, aching body.

"I can't believe it," you said quietly. "I'm dying."

"You're not dying, you're just pregnant," Derek said, trying to be supportive but failing to muffle his chuckle.

"Tell me the difference," you told your husband. "Tell me, I dare you."

He tucked his head against your shoulder, and you thought you felt a smile, but he kept quiet.

He was right -- you were pregnant, not dying, but you certainly felt like you were on death's door. Just a few weeks away from your due date, your belly was huge and heavy, and all your muscles hurt trying to support it. It made it hard to sleep. Oh, and also there was the constant heartburn that almost always led to the vomiting. Getting the sudden urge to puke throughout the night made for a restless sleep as well.

"You don't have too much longer," Derek said softly, reaching a strong arm around you to gently rub your stomach. "Then it'll be baby time. I'll stay up with her and feed her, change her diaper, give her burps ..."

He continued listing off the things he would do for your baby girl once she arrived -- after you told him you were pregnant, he'd thrown himself into research mode. Sure, he was the world's best big brother, but he was only little himself when Jorge and Nicolas were babies, so he needed to get good on the infant care.

For months, you'd watched him practicing swaddling and trying burping techniques on a baby doll he'd proudly purchased. He'd looked into all the gadgets available, then joined mommy forums online to learn which were actually helpful and which were money grabs. Whenever you talked to him about it, he'd gladly chat with you about what you thought and what he'd learned, but always made it clear that you were doing the hard work in carrying the baby, so it could be his job to do this sort of stuff.

Suddenly a familiar but entirely unwelcome sensation pulled you out of your thoughts. There was a burning in your chest, followed by a tell-tale squeeze in your stomach and yep, you were going to throw up again.

"I'm gonna be sick," you managed to get out as you swung your legs over the side of the bed as quickly as possible.

Luckily your husband was not pregnant and as fit and strong as ever. Derek hopped up before you were able to and rushed over to your side of the bed, gently but firmly grabbing your arms so you could pull yourself up.

"It's ok, baby, I got you," he said, one hand on the small of your back as he guided you to the bathroom.

He stayed with you while you were sick, holding your hair back and staying close to keep you steady. When you were done, he pulled you up off the ground and wiped your face with a washcloth he'd prepared quickly and quickly helped you brush your teeth as tears pooled in your eyes.

"I'm so sorry," he told you, setting the toothbrush down before wrapping both of his arms around you. "I know that this has been hard, and I know I have no idea how hard."

He left it at that for the moment. You hugged him back as best you could, not getting as close as you'd like with your belly between you.

"I'm so excited," you told him after a moment. "I can't wait until she's here, but this part sucks. Is that ok?"

Derek smiled and planted a kiss on your forehead, telling you "Yeah, I think that's fair."

After you were all cried out, for the moment, anyway, you let him lead you back to bed. He sat you down then laid you back carefully, then situated your legs. A pillow went between your knees for support, and another under your belly before he pulled the covers up carefully.

"Do you need anything else?" he asked.

You knew full well he'd get absolutely anything you asked for -- he'd proven this multiple times already, especially during your intense cravings period during the second trimester. But for now, you just wanted your sweet husband.

"Can you lay back down too and be nice to me?" you asked, trying once again to get comfortable.

"Give me a hard task next time," he laughed before hurrying into bed himself, cozying up against your back again. He got as close as he could, and you felt his hot breath by your ear.

"I love you so much," he said softly, his hands running up and down your hip. "You're so amazing, you're so strong. We're going to have a baby, and she's going to as beautiful and as sweet as her mama, and no matter how much this sucks right now, we're going to have a little girl to love for the rest of our whole lives because of it."

"Derek," you said lovingly, moving to hold his hand. He kissed your shoulder and tried to get even closer.

"And you know, the books say that every pregnancy is different, so hopefully with babies 2 and 3 things are easier," he said in the same gentle tone before placing a kiss on your jaw.

"Get out."

#our life beginnings and always #our life #olba derek #derek suarez #derek x reader #derek x mc #daddy derek #olba #olba mc

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mooncaps · 1 year

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Watching and Crying

I don’t know how this show can top the impact of everything it’s already done and I’m sure there will be a lot more I wish they could’ve done, but let’s go!

Okay, just straight in, picking up immediately where it left off. Kind of jarring.

Okay, I guess this is the Titan from the in between.

Ooh, the heart. I was wondering if there was something more to be done with that.

Um, what? Is she the Emperor? The Golden Guard? To quote Hooty from last episode: What’s happening?!

That’s different stained glass, right? I feel like they’re trying to tell me something significant, but it’s not clicking.

Thanks, I hate it.

Ominous vibes from Amity. I don’t think I’m ready for this.

I’m definitely not ready for this!

Okay, so it’s everyone’s worst nightmare. I’m catching up.

Eyyy, callbacks. It’s like an inversion of Covention.

Okay, they keep knocking that hat off and putting it back on. I feel like they’re trying to set up something, but I’m not quite sure what.

Let’s go, Amity!

Yes! More of the certified bop that is The Collector’s Theme. ♫ ♪

Okay, more callbacks.

I can dig it.

Well, uh, mad respect for the attempt, little dude, but I will be shocked if that works.

That’s probably not good.

And there goes the hat again. Tell me your secrets, hat!

Now we’re doing callbacks to Agony of a Witch. I see you.

Okay, but like, they’re not actually killing off the main character at the end of a Disney Channel show. I’m sad for the characters presumably thinking it, but I can’t pull myself out of the meta perspective.

Oh, whoa, it’s a Hooty eye. I didn’t even spot that before.

Oh, that is a look!

Yes! This is a callback I was fully expecting and I’m thrilled to see it.

Bookends in finales are one of my favorite tropes.

Yooo! Titan Luz looks sick!

Loving the new remix of the theme. ♪ ♫

Ooh! Okay, that rings a bell.

Y’all know I’ve been thinking about the hat. Ever since Camila picked it up in 3x01 it’s been on my mind. And when I was passing the time between 3x02 and 3x03, I watched reactors do 1x01 and the thought occurred to me that if the writers wanted to do a full circle moment, then maybe they’d throw back to...

And so this isn’t exactly what I was thinking and doesn’t really involve the hat like I thought it would, but I’m noticing the visual similarity.

(Hang on, let me from the next morning grab a better screencap and...)

Bookending with Titans getting their crowns. What they deserve.

Eeeee! These baby gays always give me life.

Awww, Hooty, you’re adorable!

Her.

Oh my heart’s not ready for this.

Of course she chose all of them. Oh, and she’s wearing Amity’s necklace!

Ooh, new door. Finally accomplished what Luz wanted when she tried to find The Collector in the first place.

Ahhhh! There he is carving palismen! I’m so happy for him!

And Dell gets to teach the trade to someone new. Oh, and Hunter’s got a new palisman.

Whoa. Alright, Amity. Get it, queen.

Eyyyy, Harpy Lilith. I was wondering if we’d ever get to see this.

Rainestorm looking fabulous.

Am I sensing chemistry? (And I’m not just talking about abominations.)

This looks neat, but it’s hard to get a good screenshot with the credits going.

Eda, also looking fabulous.

That’s a good shot. Even Boscha showed up. And I’m glad to see Tiny Nose survived the thorny situation she was in when Belos was taking over.

Also...

Same energy.

Oh, I’m just noticing Bat Queen’s kids growing up. Such precious little monsters.

Ooh, a new glyph.

Woop, Youtube shrunk the final image off to the corner. Me from the next morning has to step in again with a better screencap.

And there we have it.

So, yeah, I’ve watched this twice now. Remind me not to stay up til after midnight waiting for an episode of a show in the future. The second time hit way better when I was well-rested. Er, well, rested anyway.

There were definitely some spots where it felt kind of rushed, and I understand why they had to pack as much as they could into a short space of time, but it still leaves me wishing for more. The nightmares alone could’ve been an episode or two if we’d had a full season 3. But I suppose we can’t dwell too much on what could’ve been.

They did a lot with what they had and made something very meaningful and impactful in my life and I’m sure in the lives of many others. There’s also definitely plenty of room for them to expand into comics or spinoffs, should those opportunities ever arise.

I kind of wish The Collector hadn’t left. For one thing, that last screenshot will always be lacking one character that I would want in a full group shot. And I guess it’s implied that they helped build the new portal door at some point, but I would’ve like too see more of The Collector helping out with the rebuilding efforts. And now I’m quite curious about the Archivists and whatever else is going on in the stars. More potential left open for the future, I suppose.

Gotta say I’m surprised they killed Belos. Not that I’m mourning for him, but I was thinking Luz would probably use the last of her Titan power to imprison him between the realms. I figured that would be a fitting punishment, but maybe killing him was more merciful. And dead to rights, he’d already lived way past his natural lifespan by stealing the lives of others. I’m a little bit surprised that he even could be killed, stubbornly as he clung to life. And I would’ve been afraid to touch that goop for fear of getting possessed, but I guess maybe Luz was still exuding enough Titan power to prevent him from doing that. Anyway, I’m rambling on a tangent now.

Definitely quite a ride. I’m sure I’ll always wish there could’ve been more, but I’m equally sure I’ll always love what we got. And we got so much. Even if we never get anything else, I know this show will continue to spark fond memories in me.

#The Owl House #toh spoilers #Watching and Dreaming #Lumity #my first thoughts on this

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theragethatisdesire · 8 months

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i’m sorry ur not feeling well 🥺💗 sending you positive vibes tonight!!

for the slumber party plz tell me allll about your favourite character that you don’t currently write about 🙊 i wanna hear all the secret deets

HEY TIFFFFF i appreciate it :( i hope i'm not like being annoying venting on here i'm just so miz and i know my irls are sick of hearing it lolol anyways!!!!

okay my current obsession is gojo. and bc i haven't actually started the fic yet, i don't technically write for him often, only per request. does that count? idk i wanna talk ab gojo lol

just gonna throw everything below a cut because idk where i'm headed with this. minors stay away!

this is like, canonical, but gojo's so fucking annoying LMAO like i just know he is the most obnoxious, can't-sit-still, sarcastic asshole on the planet. he really makes it hard to love him sometimes.

this....is not a spoiler for a fic i'm def not writing (wink wink) but i just don't think gojo could really properly fall for someone who was not powerful. like i think part of his distance from others is his (admitted) narcissism that is somewhat well-earned considering he is....gojo fucking satoru. he needs someone that is at least somewhat towards the top of their ranks in whatever they do.

i also feel like gojo would be encouraging to a fault? like always pushing you further towards your goals, stepping in obnoxiously if your boss doesn't notice you've been working your ass off for a promotion (again, annoying). like he won't rest until you've made progress.

gojo also gets baby girl-ified WAY too much

like hear me out

we see him through the eyes of the kids/around his students in most of s1, and that's not to say he doesn't have the potential to be a playful, lighthearted person *when he wants to be*

but remember that scene of him talking to the jujustu higher-up where the guy tells him to watch his mouth and gojo laughs in his fucking face??

he's an egotistical, all-powerful, ballsy maniac. like gojo is not braiding your hair and cooing in your ear 24/7.

he is slowly backing you into a wall and taking what he wants from you. like sorry he just is.

also gojo strikes me as someone who is ....nasty. like, blood and knife play, gun play, psychopathic kind of nasty in the bedroom. idk if i would personally ever write that, but he's been through so much and seen so much gore you know that that's fucked with his....tastes, so to speak

i do think however that gojo would be absolutely devoted to his partner

like it would take him forever to come around and accept that he now felt responsible for protecting yet another person and that he had accidentally formed a connection (i see gojo as also having a very weird relationship with his humanity vs. his divinity but more on that another time)

but once he's around? he's in it for life. i mean, even if you don't ship stsg, you must acknowledge that gojo has never been willing to truly let geto go. he couldn't kill him, refused to believe geto had done that even though geto was showing signs of deteriorating mentally.

he's the same way with his partner. good luck breaking up with gojo because it's going to be a years long process.

gojo loves someone who can push back at him. he doesn't want an entirely submissive partner (kinda like eren!)

he likes someone who will put him in his place, has a sharp tongue, isn't afraid to stand up for themselves or others.

love language is absolutely gift-giving like that man has to spoil his partner he can't help it

size kink. turns his infinity on mid-sex to punish you. wants to have sex where he stands overlooking tokyo in the s1 opening. always takes the blindfold off during sex. huge public sex guy. i said what i said. it's hard being correct.

i could literally go on for HOURS tiff you have no idea the grip this man has on me. i cannot wait to write this fic!!!!!!!! ah!!!!!

thanks for coming to my slumber party lovie kisses from me to u :)

#rage.rambles #gojo #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru headcanons #tiff.moot #slumber party

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aleksa-sims · 4 months

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RL Simself Story ( 18+)

CW: mental illness, panic attacks

This is Dr. M., my Therapist. You have met her once before in my story. She helped me to control my panic attacks and practiced daily with me relaxation techniques. This really helped me after a while.

But now it was time for me, to use Dr M.’s help again. This time, it wasn’t panic attacks. It was rather.... stress & anxiety, that made my everyday life tough. I was afraid to leave the house alone.

Two days ago, I was already here. She prescribed me drugs, antidepressants, that I can continue to take during pregnancy. Weeks before, I attended those therapeutic group sessions she led. I haven’t been there often, but she asked me about Daniel there. She saw I wasn't well. And that's exactly the topic she first discussed with me today. She wanted to get an idea of my current situation and she was also worried about Daniel. She thought Daniel was going through something similar to me. Just he did not have panic attacks, but she was sure, he also struggled to process this thing .The attack on the two of us and the consequences of it. However, I also told her everything that had happened since Daniel left. Drugs, Adam & Ana, including N. & me.

Dr. M.: I'm glad you got confidence in me. I remember well how.... difficult certain topics for you were to address. That guy Adam, how do you handle what happened between you and him?

Me: Actually, nothing happened. And I don’t think he really wanted to hurt me. He had other intentions. It was about my sister.

Dr. M.: I see it a little differently. No matter what his intentions were or what his motive was, what he did is definitely wrong.

Me: Yes, I agree! It was wrong and made me angry. But-... ugh, I don't want to discuss about that. I get a headache from this subject.... No joke, my brain hurts rn.

Dr. M.: Here, a glass of water. You need to stay hydrated..... Better?....Fine. Explain please. What made you so angry about Adam?

Me: Um... what he did! To me.... Why does this keep happening to me?? 😫 It makes me so sick!😡 ... Agh, anyway. Pls let's change the topic.

Dr. M.: It's okay. But you did well! You finally showed me your anger and let it out... Oh, but you didn’t have a panic attack after that, right?

Me: No! I had sex 3 weeks later and well, I’m pregnant. Looks like sex isn’t a prob for me anymore.🤷‍♀️But even before that, it worked quite well between Daniel & me as far as this is concerned. You were right! Daniel wasn’t the trigger for my panic.

Dr. M.: He felt so awful about that. He blamed himself. But I’m glad this at least went well for you two.

Me: I was dreaming about him.... Again. It felt so real... I still feel like he was really with me last night. I was in our apartment. I felt like we were still together. I cleaned up, did our laundry and at night, he really came to me in my dreams... I just want to know where he is?.. Why did he leave me? And if he comes back?

Dr. M.: Let’s say Daniel comes back. What could your life together look like? Some things have changed. You are pregnant and Daniel’s situation or condition may have changed too? Could you imagine continuing your marriage with him?

Me: For him, I would try. I would also forgive him, no matter what he did. But how can I be sure he won’t leave me again?

Dr. M.: Exactly!..... You also have to be aware that you are pregnant. But do you think Daniel would be able to help you with your Baby?

Me: Um... Idk? It's not his Baby. I'm not sure if he can deal with that? But he'd help me, I know that. However, all of this is more of a wishful thinking of mine and not reality. So... I’m going to file for divorce tomorrow.

Dr. M.: That sounds reasonable. You should definitely do this step, for yourself! One of you two has to take the first step towards enlightenment, which doesn’t mean, that it really has to come to a separation in the end. My personal opinion.... Daniel had enough time. It's time to act now!

Me: Almost 3 Months.... Nevertheless, I think I made too hasty decisions and let myself be misled by false facts.... And Nico, whenever he shows up in my life, it gets complicated.

Dr. M. : Tell me more about him. How did you feel when you saw him again after a long time?

Me:...... (Gosh!🤦‍♀️) ... Ahhmm.... yea. It was okay. Nothing special. 🤥

Dr. M.: 🤨... I can tell when you're fibbing.😉 But, let's try it this way! Ask me a personal question that interests you. If I answer, you will also answer my question about Nico.

Me: Hehe...Ok! Ahm??? Do you have kids and are you married?

Dr. M.: No, I don’t have kids, my patients are my kids. But yes, I’ve actually been married recently.

Me: OH, congratulations.

Dr. M.: Thanks! You even met him. He examined you at the clinic when we were planning to include you in the study.

Me: No! That Doc is your husband??.. Cool! He's really nice, Dr. M. Cute. 😉

Dr. M.: Thank you. I'll tell him later. He will surely be pleased about it. 😄... But now back to you, A. How was it for you to see Nico again.

Me: My cheeks felt burning hot. I was beaming & smiling all over my face. 🤦‍♀️🥰.... Agh yea, I was so happy. Even though I was totally nervous and excited, it felt like he's always with me. And I think he felt the same. He kept telling me I was pretty and... hot. But he didn’t kiss me .He.... had a fiancé. He didn’t want to cheat on her, but I think if I told him I wanted him, he wouldn’t have said no. He made hints in that direction, but I was disappointed. Agh, honestly? I knew he was in a relationship. I wasn’t quite sure, but-... yea. I got involved with him anyway. I just can’t say no to him. I wanted him and... just a day later, I got him.

Dr. M.: It is right to say it openly. Feelings of attraction feel strong. Certain factors can amplify all this, making it even more difficult to ignore those feelings. But how did you and he decide to continue?

Me: We talked a lot, especially about the past. There were some misunderstandings that Nico and I were able to resolve. The present is more the problem I think, his fiancée and of course Daniel.

Dr. M.: Would he accompany you here? Like Daniel did... I’m trying to help you. I think Nico has a strong, very strong influence on you. You told me about him before, and.....well! It would be good for you, but also for him, if you come here together. You think he’d be willing to talk to me?

Me: Rn, I'm not really sure?... But Nico has surprised me in recent weeks, in many ways... I’ll see him soon anyway. He’ll accompany me to my prenatal check-up. So yea, I'm gonna talk to him.

Dr. M.: I’m glad to hear he’s accompanying you.... Fine, A.! And please! Please take your pills regularly! Or do I really have to call you here every other day?

Me: No! Pls don't!... I’ll take care of myself, I promise.

Dr. M.: That's just what I was hoping to hear. All right! Then.... See you next week, I’d say.

Me: Sure!...Ok thanks, see you next week Dr. M.

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dulcewrites · 11 months

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I’m dying for more of the Fools such in au. Do you have any more ideas/ thoughts you wanted to share about it? What was the moment Aemond realized he and Myrah might actually be happy together and vise versa?

Yes, I do have more thoughts! Thank you for asking First and foremost, I just recommend watching the movie (fools rush in) for anyone who hasn’t seen it. Not even just for this, mainly bc it’s one of my favs and I think others should watch if they haven’t 💀

Anyway onto the thoughts. I’m gonna try to do like a mini timeline of events I could see happening and hopefully that answers some things

Myrah and Aemond meet at a restaurant owned by Myrah’s aunt. In this cute little town right outside the city (where Aemond lives)

They instantly hit it off ofc, go back to Aemond’s hotel…. Baelor is conceived 😊. Myrah books it out of there in the morning before Aemond even wakes up

They go about their business for weeks till Myrah starts feeling tired a lot, and even feeling a bit sick. So she goes to the doctor. The checkup is going pretty normal till her doctor is suddenly like ‘congrats mama 🤭’ and myrah is just like ??? 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Myrah goes back and forth between even telling anyone and just getting an abortion is secret. But she breaks down one day to her mom bc she scared. Her parents are pretty traditional so ngl it does hurt their soul a bit that their young daughter is pregnant and won’t even tell them who the father is. Her aunt (who owns the restaurant) is like 👀 but also is like ‘girl if you want this baby dead I’ll drive you’

In the end, myrah ends up deciding to keep the baby. Then makes the decision to tell Aemond. Not bc she wants anything but more for him to know. She doesn’t want some guy showing up in 10 years like hmmm is that my kid. But she is nervous bc she knows how this looks. She knew very little about Aemond, or his family. But it takes one google search and she’s like ‘ofc he’s from one of those families’. She comes from a working class background. She can only imagine what his family would think about her

So, she shows up at [insert work place for Aemond I haven’t decided on]. Not super appropriate but she kind of has no other way to reach him.

He is confused to see her. She asks if they can get lunch, mainly bc she wants to tell him in front of people so he doesn’t act up lmao

Anyway he takes it… not great. He excused himself to go scream in the bathroom 😭. But when he comes back myrah reassures him she doesn’t want anything. This was a curtesy thing, and that she (and the baby) will be fine.

Aemond shocks her, and honestly himself, by asking if he can come to the first appointment. Myrah is halfway to saying no bc her parents advised her to cut ties cleanly especially if he doesn’t explicitly say he wants to be around permanately. But he looks so earnest so she says yes.

I sort of debated how I imagine Aemond telling his family, namely Alicent. Honestly I could see him jay blurting it out one night on the phone. Like ‘I’m having a kid’. Now this ofc shocks Alicent. Bc frankly, she thought if any kid would be making her a young grandma is Aegon. But she gives him sound advice about raising a child (especially while not being in relationship with the mom) is not easy. And if he’s not 100% in, he needs to leave them alone for their sake.

the thing that really pushes him to step up is viserys tbh. His father is so critical of him for this. Probably makes some disparaging comments about myah when he hears she’s essentially a struggling artist. Hinting at her doing this on purpose. And Aemond really can’t believe for a moment bc really??? Viserys targaryen has something to say about raising kids??? That’s rich. But then he remembers how clueless his father is so sure he would think he’s a great father/made good decisions and has room to talk

Anyway fast forward to the first appointment with the obstetric. I feel this appointment def lays the early stages of them being good for each other. It should be nerve wrecking and awkward, and don’t get me wrong some parts are, but he holds her hand and when they do the ultrasound he has that’s “their” baby in there.

When they leave, Aemond is very clear about wanting to make it work. Not just co-parenting but with myrah herself

Ok that was super long winded opening to their relationship. Anyway in terms of hiccups they may face. Aemond is a workaholic. Hard to curve and him and myrah butt heads a lot of what things are considered ‘important’ in life. It is understandable when you grow up in the family dynamic he did, that ideals in that department is murky. They both have to create appropriate boundaries before baby Baelor comes.

Moments they realize they could be happy together. For Aemond, the way she gels with his mom and siblings. Mainly Alicent. She also tells viserys and daemon to fuck off one night (she instantly feels guilty. Pregnancy hormones what can ya say) but Aemond loves her for it. Also when Baelor comes, Aemond sort of feels like his heart is bursting. For myrah, the fact that Aemond tries. She isn’t expecting perfection but nothing bothers her more than someone who dwells in their situation when they have the means/wherewithal to get better. Also he is very handson from the get go. One of her fav memories is him shooing her out of the apartment so him and Aegon could paint the nursery. As well decorating the nursery with him

#fools rush in au #sorry this was SO long lmao #as you all know by now aemyrah are truly my babies #will always have opinions and thoughts on them

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terrainofheartfelt · 1 year

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ooh, so i have a question: in a hypothetical au of your out of breath au where the car crash hadn’t have happened and blair made it to the consulate to break up with louis, what do you think would have happened next? i’ve always wondered what blair’s plan was vis-a-vis parenting in actual 5x10 if she had left louis given that her kid would have still been monegasque royalty (i think? i actually don’t know how their succession works if the parents are unmarried, but i would assume louis would have the option to recognize the child if he wanted regardless?), but especially so in light of her deciding to go it on her own and single parent! (even if dan is 100% stepping in to help her raise that kid whether they start dating or not lol)

OH well, funny you should ask, because I have an abandoned wip from late last summer, which was basically this premise. sort of.

but first, to actually answer your question: I don't know! I think, catholically speaking, a prince having a baby out of wedlock would be considered a "bastard," but in the 21st century idk if those exist anymore. theoretically, louis could/would acknowledge his child and do his best to give them rights and recognition within the royal family, but his catholic family might resist that. I kinda think -- given what we were shown -- that louis and his mother would try to exert a large amount of control over the kid whether blair was married into the family or not. remember the child rearing contract they tried to get blair to sign? i think the grimaldis would come down on her even harder if they perceived that louis was at risk of losing agency over his child's life.

and given how blair's sick & twisted mind works, she would probably anticipate the grimaldis moving to take her kid away, and she would scheme drastically to keep louis from exerting a claim over the baby. and by extension her. which brings me to the abandoned wip!

okay so, there was this abandoned fic on livejournal that was like, "what if blair and dan told everyone the baby was his so her abusive exes would leave blair the fuck alone?" and that premise is sooooo delicious I went "what if?????" and then I did not follow through.

so I tinkered with the idea that, at the crossroads of 5x10, Blair realizes that she wants out of her engagement to Louis, and her weird cosmic tie to Chuck, and her devious mind comes up with the idea the the surefire best way to make both of them so angry that they'll let her go, and make sure that louis doesn't try to take custody of the child, is to tell them that she and dan's friendship included them sleeping together at least once - enough to get her pregnant. the whole gang fell for a faked paternity test before (also including dan) why not again?

dan at first is like, blair what the fuck. but we all know he's too far gone in love with her to not help out. so they lie. they lie to everyone and it's a big mess but it does get blair free of both louis and chuck. and she tells dan he's not obligated to do or be anything but he's in on this now too, and he points out that if he were to back away (uncharacteristically) then everyone who knows them would be suspicious and boom, cover blown.

she moves into the loft and she's hormonal and the tension Builds and then they For Real sleep together and it's awesome but before they can talk about it the birth happens

anyways they are roommates and they raise this baby together and some Plot that I haven't come up with happens and then Blair realizes that she's been in love with Dan the entire goddamned time!

and Dan keeps these letters to their daughter on his computer -- he tells blair for months that he's working on his second book but nope he is just writing letters to Katharine (named for hepburn, dan calls her katie) Beach Read style. blair reads them and they make out.

For funsies, under the cut I'll paste the one scene I actually half-wrote, an exchange between Alison and Blair. The precursor is that Blair passes out in bed while Dan takes a shift with the baby, and then she wakes up and realizes that she and Dan are spooning (she's the big one) and then she stumbles into the living room looking for her kid, and boom: Alison:

“Best thing I never planned.”

Blair doesn’t say it, but she thinks Alison must hear it anyway, or feel it, the memory of that lost boy sitting in the hall.

“But thankfully,” Alison continues, “Dan has the benefit of much more good sense.”

“Must have skipped a generation.”

Alison looks up in shock, her bouncing halting, and Katharine starts to grizzle in protest.

“Sorry,” Blair says immediately, grimacing, “I’m really tired.”

Alison’s eyes flick up and down, looking her over, and she softens, resuming her swaying. Blair can kind of see Dan in the amusement clouding her expression. “No, you’re right,” she agrees. “Some things Dan definitely gets from me, like his taste in movies and thinking with his heart over his head.” She smiles slightly, and Katharine makes a restless noise, her tiny fist flailing in the air by Alison’s arm. “But he’s like Rufus in a lot of ways. They’re stayers. Always bloom where they’re planted.”

Blair bobs her head listlessly in agreement. Dan stays. He always has, ever since he sat down in that hallway.

Katharine’s noises grow in frequency and volume, and Alison steps towards Blair, making to hand her over.

“Oh,” Blair unwittingly takes a step back, hands going up, “I don’t know – but you’re doing so…”

“It’s you she wants,” Alison says gently. “You’ve got her.”

Blair takes a deep breath, and extends her arms.

“Yeah,” Alison whispers brightly, her voice turning up in that way everyone’s does when they’re talking to a baby. “There’s mama!” she says as she helps settle Katharine onto Blair’s chest.

Blair’s breath catches in fear for a moment, but then Katharine’s grizzle of discontent softens into a coo, her fists waving lazily as she gapes up at Blair in open, honest trust.

And then, Blair finally realizes she’s been rocking from foot to foot, shifting her weight just like Alison had been.

“You’re a natural, honey,” Alison says quietly, patting Blair lightly on the shoulder before letting go. “I can work through these,” she waves a hand at the various messes currently taking over the kitchen, “but if you need a break soon, just let me know. Whatever you need.”

Blair pulls her eyes up from the baby in her arms, looking Alison square in the eye. “Thank you.”

Alison smiles, her dark eyes turning a familiar shade of warm and wistful, almost sad. “No thanks necessary.”

#i guess my most direct answer to your question is that I do not see blair and louis coparenting equitably #there would always have to be some major fallout for me somewhere #asks #anon #gg au

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killerandhealerqueen · 1 year

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Another AU idea, you say? Hmmm, what's it about? Shout into the void for us hehe.

Also, the ideas switch in your brain seems to have been permanently left on. It could've picked a time you weren't so busy lol.

Haha, you a real one for this, bestie. And yeah, my brain could have picked a better time, but it always does this so I am...unfortunately, used to it.

Anyways. This is gonna be long, so it's going under the cut

So, the new au I originally had planned was an Android Au, sort of like Detroit Becomes Human, you know? Where Chen Yuzhi would be an android that has to work with Jiang Yuelou, who's a cop and hates androids. But then I realized I sort of already did that idea when I wrote The Demon and the Angel and I'm like...I don't really want to write the same story again and I don't know enough about androids/robotics to make the story...believable? Like, I haven't actually played Detroit Becomes Human, I just know about it from tumblr and from youtube gameplays. So...scrapped that idea.

And then, and then! My brain was like...how about that Demon-Dragon King au you did a while back with Demon-Dragon King!Jiang Yuelou and God of Healing!Chen Yuzhi and I'm like...you fucking right. Except I changed it to where Jiang Yuelou is now just a dragon who offers protection over a land and so every year, the kingdom sends up a girl to act as a sacrifice so that the dragon will continue to give them protection.

However, that whole system is completely dashed when Chen Yuzhi, a humble doctor, actually finds a dragon in a clearing while searching for herbs and roots to use for his medicines and realizes that the dragon's wing is torn. He takes a step forward and the dragon tells him to go away but he offers to stitch the wing for him. The dragon allows him to do so and after the wing is stitched, the dragon leaves (without saying thank you because you know, dragons).

Anyways, Chen Yuzhi goes back to the kingdom after he gets what he needs, only to be dragged to the palace and told that the dragon itself wants him to be its sacrifice. Chen Yuzhi is a little shocked and everyone is just sort of...agreeing with this and he's like "Don't I get a say?" and an elder just backhands him for being insolent and uh...oof. The sky starts to rumble and the ground shakes and then a person appears and they are not happy. They're like "you dare hit my consort" and everyone's just like whom the fuck until they realize, oh shit the dragon. So the dragon goes over and helps Chen Yuzhi up and then glares at the elders, warning them that if they ever hurt Chen Yuzhi again, he's raining fire down upon the kingdom.

They then leave and Chen Yuzhi is like "you're not...actually gonna rain down fire, right?" The dragon just sort of laughs and says no, he won't, not if Chen Yuzhi doesn't want him to. Chen Yuzhi then asks his name and the dragon replies that he doesn't have one, so Chen Yuzhi gives him one: Jiang Yuelou. Jiang Yuelou is rather happy with the name, just as a mother with a sick baby comes running over to them and asks Chen Yuzhi to take a look at her child.

So he does and Jiang Yuelou follows, leaning against the frame of the door as Chen Yuzhi tells the mother to come back in an hour, that her baby will be better by then. The mother agrees and leaves, causing Jiang Yuelou to look at Chen Yuzhi in confusion and ask if it would have been better for the mother to stay. Chen Yuzhi just laughs and says he doesn't want the mother to see what he's about to do before he places two fingers to the baby's forehead and heals it. Jiang Yuelou is shocked and demands to know what he is, only to have Chen Yuzhi laugh and assure him that he's human. Jiang Yuelou just gives him a look and tells him that humans can't heal people nor can their eyes glow. So what is he. Chen Yuzhi smiles and tells him that he's a god, of sorts. A healing god. Jiang Yuelou is shocked before he smiles, rather happy, because he was afraid that he was going to outlive Chen Yuzhi but seeing as that he's a god, he's not so worried.

They have other conversations, like about the sacrifices that were sent every year (Jiang Yuelou tells him that dragons don't eat humans and that he sent the girls to live in other countries or other lands so that they wouldn't have to go home and face the shame from the elders as the elders would blame them for bringing misfortune upon the land because they came home), about Chen Yuzhi being his consort (Chen Yuzhi is his first and only consort and he won't take another), and other things.

And then shit starts to get angsty when a princess from another land comes to offer herself up as the sacrifice to the dragon, only to find out that the dragon has already taken a sacrifice/consort. The princess (Zhao Moqing because who else would it be) is not happy and demands to know just who the person is that the dragon chose and the king tells her Chen Yuzhi. She then orders her servants and guards to find him and bring him to her.

So the guards go and do that and when a guard finds Chen Yuzhi and Jiang Yuelou heading home for the evening, and the guard asks Chen Yuzhi if he's Chen Yuzhi, which he tells him that he is. The guard then tries to grab him (stupid idea, really), only to have Jiang Yuelou grab his arm and squeeze, shattering every bone in it (because dragon strength). Chen Yuzhi quickly heals the guard and tells him to get lost before Jiang Yuelou does something worse to him before he and Jiang Yuelou have a bit of an argument about Jiang Yuelou being a little too overprotective. The argument quickly ends after Jiang Yuelou admits that Chen Yuzhi is the first person he actually wants to take care of and protect so that's why he's being so overprotective and Chen Yuzhi's like huh...that's new (he's so used to protecting/healing others that he's not used to someone protecting him).

Anyways, I haven't finished outlining/writing the rest of the au but basically Zhao Moqing does end up kidnapping Chen Yuzhi and torturing him (because she's supposed to be the sacrifice, not him) and then Jiang Yuelou comes and saves him (because of course he does. No one kidnaps a dragon's consort and thinks they're gonna get away with it). Jiang Yuelou does destroy Zhao Moqing (I don't think I'm going to have him destroy the kingdom, too many innocent lives and Chen Yuzhi wouldn't want him to do that) and somehow I'll finish it off all fluffy and cute.

But yeah, that's the new au. I really hyperfixated on this one, which is why it's much more detailed than the Mafia au and the Soulmate au that you asked about before...need to jump back on those...after this one is done.

But thank you again for asking!

#sass answers #qm edition #sass talks about her writing

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seidenbros · 2 years

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Can I request a fluffy Eddie x Chrissy long oneshot where Chrissy wakes up and hears laughter and finds Eddie playing dolls with their 2 year old daughter and Chrissy just melts at the sight and how much of a daddy’s girl their daughter is and how great of a father Eddie is and their daughter is a spitting image of Eddie? Also, later that night, after Eddie reads their daughter a bedtime story and him and Chrissy kiss her goodnight, Chrissy surprises Eddie with the news they’re having another baby by giving him a present?

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Pairing: Eddie Munson x Chrissy Cunningham Word count: ~1905 Warning/Tags: fluff, pregnancy, married Eddie & Chrissy, domesticity (let me know if I missed anything Author’s note: This didn't end up being so long in the end, so I hope that's okay as well. Just a happily married couple expanding their family 💚

Life had turned out pretty great for Chrissy Cunningham, just in a different way than she’d thought years ago. But she was happy with the man she loved, had taken his name three years ago, the happiest day of her life. Or at least one of the happiest days of her life, because there had also been the birth of her daughter Janis - of course, Eddie had chosen the name, naming her after Janis Joplin, so that Chrissy was the one to name their second child. That was actually closer than she would have thought, she just hadn’t told her husband that yet. While they’d always said that they wanted more than one kid, they hadn’t talked about when, so Chrissy was unsure how Eddie would react due to the timing. She’d just started working again, and they needed the money, but still… her heart had swelled when she’d seen the positive pregnancy mere hours ago.

She hadn’t been feeling well for a couple of days now, thought she’d come down with the flu or something, but her gut feeling had told her something else. The test had just shown her that her gut had been right all along. Still, she needed to figure out how to tell Eddie, and she’d rather do it soon, because she hated keeping secrets from him. After all, they’d agreed that they wouldn’t keep secrets from each other, that honesty was important to both of them. Only when it came to birthday or Christmas surprises, they strayed from this promise, but that was okay. With important things like a pregnancy, that rule still applied. She hated keeping stuff from him anyway, and she wasn’t a good liar on top of it. Keeping birthday presents secret was really hard for her.

Once she’d come home from a run to the drugstore, she’d taken the test, and then she’d taken a nap because she’d felt so exhausted - and had needed a little moment to collect her thoughts and rest before she faced Eddie. Eddie, who had been worried sick about her these last couple of days.

When she came downstairs, though, Janis was asleep and Eddie was strumming quietly on his guitar. Her heart squeezed at the sight of him, and he must have heard her, because his head whipped up immediately.

“Feeling better, darling?” Eddie started to put the guitar away, but Chrissy stopped him.

“Yeah, just gotta head out for a moment.”

“Again? Don’t you want me to do it, so you can get some more rest? Just tell me what you need.”

“It’s alright. I think some fresh air will be good for me, so I’ll take a walk and get what we need for dinner.”

“Okay.” Eddie eyes her for a moment, before he got up and took a step towards her. Before he could ask her, what was going on, though, Chrissy gave him a smile and opened her mouth.

“I’m really okay, no need to worry, Eds,” she said, leaning over for a chaste kiss, before she turned around and got ready to leave the house. Eddie was still not completely convinced, but he knew that further questions right now wouldn’t lead anywhere, so he let her leave and got back to his guitar.

Not for long, though, because Janis woke up from her nap only a couple of minutes after her mother had left the house. Time for Eddie to put his guitar away for good, but he’d always do that for the two most important women in his life.

“Did you sleep well, princess?” Eddie asked as he picked her up. Janis nodded, but still rubbed her eyes. “Wanna cuddle a little with Daddy?” The way she pressed her head against his chest, dark curls framing her face, was answer enough for him. She was the female mini version of him, everyone said so, and Eddie saw it as well. Wayne had shown him all the pictures he had of Eddie when he’d still been a child, and there was no denying it, only that his parents had cut his hair off whenever they hadn’t been able to tame his locks. Eddie would never do that to his kids, only if they decided that they wanted to cut their hair off. Especially because Janis looked absolutely adorable with the dark curls and her big brown eyes that would get her everything she wanted.

Eddie carried her over to the big sofa in the living room and lay down with her, Janis splayed out over his chest, her face nuzzling into his chest. Soon enough, her even breathing filled the room, and Eddie couldn’t stop watching her. He was so proud of his little girl, and he always would be, because he loved her unconditionally. In her two years on this earth, she’d already filled his life with so much joy, making up for the time he’d had to spend in school as the freak.

Janis stayed asleep for maybe twenty more minutes, but then she was awake and needed to be entertained. Right now, there was nothing better than her dolls, so Eddie found himself cross-legged on the floor, playing with Janis and her dolls, letting her babble and tell him about what her dolls had done all day, what kind of great adventures they’d experienced, and how much one of them wanted to make music just like her Daddy.

He was so preoccupied with what they were doing that he didn’t even realise that Chrissy had come home. Only when he looked up did he find her standing in the doorway, a smile on her lips, because she was so happy with the picture in front of her. She’d always known that Eddie would be a great Dad, especially because he wanted nothing more than NOT to end up like his father, but the way he’d always been taking care of her and Janis, still made her heart swell.

“Mummy!” Janis squeaked and got up to give her Mum a hug, but went back to Eddie immediately afterwards, getting back to her dolls, because she still had a lot to tell him. Eddie couldn’t help but smile.

“Definitely a Daddy’s girl,” Chrissy said, shaking her head with a smile.

“Can’t help it. I’m rather lovable!”

“True.” She couldn’t argue with that, and to be honest, Chrissy was really happy that the two of them were so close. “I’ll get dinner ready, you two keep playing, alright?”

“Call me if you need help, m’kay?” Eddie looked up at his wife, before his attention was drawn back to Janis right in front of him.

Chrissy quickly brought the little bag she’d gotten upstairs and put it next to her side of the bed, before she got busy in the kitchen.

The rest of the evening went by in a blur. Dinner was lovely, and Janis told her what she’d done with her father. Eddie’s eyes were on Chrissy pretty much all the time. He knew that something was going on, that there was something on her mind that she wasn’t telling him. He’d try again once Janis was in bed.

Only that Janis needed his attention for a little more time before Eddie said that it was time for bed. He helped her brush her teeth, before he tucked her in and read her a bedtime story. He couldn’t wait until he could read her The Hobbit, since it was technically a children’s book. Everything else would have to wait and he wouldn’t read her Alice in Wonderland for some time, because that had terrified him.

Chrissy walked in when Janis was already half asleep, leaned down and kissed her temple. Her fingertips danced over Eddie’s shoulders when she left the room again. Eddie stayed with Janis until she was fully asleep, turned on the night light, and then left to find his wife.

Chrissy was standing in the bedroom, holding the contents of the little bag to her chest, which Eddie couldn’t see. He stepped up behind her, wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. He pressed his nose against the side of her neck, breathing in deeply, his hands both splayed out over her stomach.

“You gonna tell me what’s going on now?” he asked in a low voice, thumbs rubbing over her stomach, slipping beneath the shirt she was wearing. “I know something’s up, sweetheart and you have me worried.” And they’d promised not to keep secrets from each other, so he’d been even more worried about her.

“I just wanted Janis to be in bed first, and I had to… kind of think about a way to tell you.” Of course, she could have just come right out with the news of being pregnant again, but she’d wanted to do something special.

Chrissy turned around in his arms and quickly kissed his lips to reassure him that it wasn’t anything bad. Quite the contrary, at least she hoped so. Slowly she stepped out of his embrace and brought the gift she’d gotten for him up for him to see.

“I saw this a couple of weeks ago and thought it was cute, and so I had to head out and get it today.” She had gotten a black romper with Metallica in silver on the front. Nothing too fancy, but just the right thing for Eddie. She’d fallen in love with it the minute she’d seen it, but thought it bad luck to get something like this when she wasn’t expecting - and Janis was way too big by now to fit into this.

“That looks awesome, but it won’t fit Janis.” Eddie spoke out loud what she’d been thinking about.

“It’s not for Janis.” With a smile on her lips, Chrissy took his hand and placed it on her stomach. “I know we have never talked about when we’d extend out´r family, but we always wanted to have more than one kid, so…”

“What?” Eddie blinked a couple of times, trying to make sense of her words, and when it finally clicked, his fingers wrapped around the romper. “Are you serious?” He had to make sure, but when she nodded, Eddie pulled her against his chest again, held her tight, before his lips sought hers. He put all the love he had for her into that kiss, and when they parted again, they were both breathless.

“I take it… you’re happy?” Chrissy asked, giggling to herself, her hands resting on Eddie’s shoulders.

“YES! I mean, you’re right, we never talked about when we wanted to do this, but it doesn’t matter, because I can’t wait to welcome this little human being.” His right hand gently stroked over her stomach, a fond smile on his lips. “God, I love you, Chrissy!”

“Good, because I love you, too!” She kissed him once more, before she stepped back again. “You think Janis will be alright?”

“Considering she’d been asking me about a little brother or sister the last couple of days… I’m pretty sure she’ll be just as happy as I am right now.”

That was Chrissy’s biggest concern, because she didn’t want Janis to feel like they were replacing her, like anything would change for her, but if the little one had been talking about this already, she would definitely be looking forward to becoming a big sister.

#chrissy cunningham x eddie munson #chrissy x eddie #eddie x chrissy #eddissy #eddissy fluff #eddie munson x chrissy cunningham #stanger things imagine #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fic #hellcheer #hellcheer fanfic #staffi writes #hellcheer fluff #chrissy cunningham

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rawstfish · 2 years

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can u dooo gaz headcanons :)c

Hehehehehehe of course I can, he's my favorite baby >:)

Warnings: Talks of mental health/divorce

One of the few CoD men to have a decent childhood

Only major problem was his parent’s divorce; they had fallen out of love with each other but tried to stay together for Gaz’s sake. However, this didn’t work as the two would fight and argue about the littlest thing which led to his mom always breaking down crying. (He’s also a mama’s boy and he didn’t like seeing his mom crying so he would try to comfort her)

Eventually enough was enough and his parents divorce when he was 8. His mom won full custody because his parents decided he would be better off with his mom (He’s too attached too his mom and also she has the better job)

For a while it was just Gaz and his mom…until he was 13

At first he didn’t mind and even supported her going out in the dating world again, that is until he met the guy. He immediately hated him just from how he carried himself, and then his hate got worse just by having to be around him. (he constantly tells corny jokes and tries to hard to be friends with Gaz)

But he sucked it up because he could tell his mom really liked him.

However, that pent up hatred come out and they all had a big fight at dinner one day (This was around when he was 16)

But no worries everything was solved…no nothing happened at all and everything is fine with his step-dad…totally

Anyways…he played soccer through middle and high school. He was really good at it too, he won lots of medals and companionship's. His position was defender, sometimes he would play attacker too

He still likes soccer and will binge watch it when on leave

Gay

he came out when he was like 14, and both his parents support him (this includes his step-dad)

He was and still is open about his sexuality

Joined the military between 18-21, because sadly he got propagandized. He generally wants to help people and thought the military would be one the best ways possible to achieve that (then he got put on Price’s team, poor baby)

He does have moments where the war/everything gets too much for him, and he deals with it by silently crying and mentally beating himself up about it

His eagerness to be out on the field causes a lot of this. He doesn’t like sitting around and waiting, he wants to do something about it right now.

no one really fucks with him because he can and will fuck you up, and don’t even try to talk behind his back because can and will always find out and confront you

He’s in a polyamorous relationship with Price, that being he only likes Price but Price keeps getting more boys (example: Soap)

They do have fights about it because Gaz is horribly possessive but they always make up (Like when Price first brought polyamorous up Gaz fucking exploded on him…and he definitely didn’t cry)

Gaz is always picking on and teasing Soap, it’s the funniest thing in the world to him. He also does this to make seem like he hates Soap, and at first he did, but he’s used to him now (he has an image to keep up)

Gaz is fussy like 24/7, it’s his short temperament that causes this (It gets worse when he’s sleepy or sick…You don’t wanna take care of him when he’s sick)

Not only is he always fussy, he also always has a pouty face. (It’s the way his lips are built)

Not the biggest fan of soda, he doesn’t like all the sugar. He prefers water/tea/plain milk. He also doesn’t eat a lot of junk food, he’s crazy/weird about his health. He's always worried about it. However, he does try to have something a lil sweet here and there. (He makes the best pasta salad/roasted vegetables, he knows his way around seasoning and sauces…also surprisingly very good at grilling)

A huge nerd for film analysis/literature

He also likes to look at any and all discourse (He has a secret account where he actually joins in on it

He’s also really good at video games despite not playing them 24/7

#:)#there's sooo much more I can say but we be here all day #call of duty #kyle gaz garrick #my post #headcanons #call of duty headc #anons

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toosunni · 11 days

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The chaotic series of events in my Sims game (I had to share it!)

Look, I know I post primarily BG3 content, but I needed to share this. This series of events was just... a lot. Anyway, allow me to provide some vital context.

The story will be underneath the line to ensure this post isn't monstrously long. There are no spoilers or anything—just a whole lot of chaos. Enjoy!

First, let me introduce you to my Sim and her girlfriend.

On the left is Penny Pizzazz; many of you will know who she is. For those who don't and don't feel like reading the wiki, she's a base game Sim who's supposed to be a famous internet star. On the right is my Sim, Sunni Soto. Before you judge me for using my name as hers, Sunni isn't technically my name. I just really like it, so I made my name and now my Sims, Sunni.

Anyway, Sunni is in the social media industry, and Penny was her workplace rival for some time before I had them mend things. I thought it would be cute for them to go from rivals to lovers. They got along really well, and thus, an adorable but short-lived relationship started. Sunni and Penny moved in together shortly after going official (Penny asked, and I thought, "Eh, why not? It's the Sims.")

Now to introduce you to the other couple in this story. Arun and Jesminder Bheeda. They live across the hallway from Sunni and Penny. Unfortunately, Jesminder hates Penny and Sunni's guts—for a good reason, they're loud, and she has a baby (his name is Pat). She'll often come over and angrily bang on the door, asking Sunni and Penny to keep it down when they're loud. I usually ignore her, and she'll be on her merry way. However, due to my ignoring her, she has grown to despise both my Sims.

Well, after a while of Penny and Sunni living their lives, a nefarious plan hatched in my fucked up brain. I was getting kind of bored of the drama-free gameplay, and I am known as an "evil Simmer," so I, uh... had Penny cheat on Sunni with Arun... Jesminder's husband... she may have also gotten pregnant, too...

I have MCCC risky woohoo turned on, and, yeah...

Anyway, Sunni and Jesminder are still unaware of the affair when this story hits the fan in a rather explosive way (you'll get that pun in a moment). Around 3 a.m., Jesminder came over to complain about the noise—Penny thought it was a great time to work out on the treadmill—and I decided to be an a-hole to Jesminder.

I had Penny say a few... unsavoury words to the poor woman. They actually got into a physical altercation (they initiated it, not me), and after the fight, I had Penny insult her once more before returning to the apartment. Well, Jesminder got so unbelievably pissed, she... uh... died from a cardiac explosion... here's a pic I sent to my bestie of her mid-death.

Yeah... Penny slept with her husband, got knocked up, then proceeded to taunt her to death, literally. However, I didn't want her to die. Hell, I wanted her and Sunni to make amends and maybe even become friends after they had found out. So, I did what any moderately sane person would do... scolded the grim reaper...

And you know what? It actually worked! I was able to convince Grim to revive her. I thought, "Fuck, yeah! They'll become fast friends in no time!"

I thought this would be a good stepping stone in fixing their friendship (they were friends when Sunni first moved in). But, and I shit you not, the minute her feet touched the ground. She fucking had another cardiac explosion.

So, I berated the grim reaper again, hoping Sunni could convince him to spare her. But, uh, I guess he got sick of her treating him like a child because he told her no. :(

Jesminder Bheeda was officially dead, and to make matters even worse, when I went to write her a nice epitaph, the fucking game couldn't let me forget about my failure. This was what the game generated for the epitaph.

So, yeah, that was the insanity of my Sims game. R.I.P Jesminder. I will avenge you, I swear! Penny and Arun will pay (even though it was technically me controlling Penny in the first place!).

#the sims 4 #sims 4 #the sims #crazy sims story #evil simmer #jesminder bheeda #arun bheeda #penny pizzazz #arun and jesminder bheeda

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ghostemanemusicvideos · 10 months

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i had a fleeting urge to go clean and ended up eating tuna salad instead. i wish i could go make money. i didnt donate plasma bc i dont have a phone and i dont wanna sit there and stare at the wall. but sitting there and staring at the wall would help my financial situation. i didnt uber when my phone worked. i say its bc i dont actually have insurance right now (i missed my payment but my card says its valid til nov) but ive been driving all over hell anyway. i blew off that job from the dude bc he didnt email me back. i suppose i could fill out the application and say i got my computer fixed. idk if it would go well. maybe worth a shot? idk. i need a job. i need to make money to pay for the insurance and the car payments and the phone bill and rent first and foremost. i need to save 10% of all of that like my old therapist said. ive wasted so much time. i have debt from three credit lines i need to repay. my student loans from uic want repayment now. i need to call my old life insurance thing and get the check now that im old enough. all of this will help but oof. the way its going to take such baby steps and i have no time. rn i cant worry too much bc i have my interview tmw. plasma center is closed. i dont have a phone. i can just do this and clean and smoke and make ramen and wait for my baby to come home and eat it w me. maybe some self care shit so im all prim and proper for tmw. i have a peach lace maxi dress picked out w a big fluffy light grey cardigan and my black and white docs. ill wear the black rose my bf got me on my neck. i dont know how ill do my makeup. i have my resume printed out. also im worried sick about seeing the ranch texts tmw. ill deal w it as it comes

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lafoiaveugle · 2 years

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Here's the funny thing. I don't know if I can get pregnant. I know that being pregnant would be incredibly difficult for me even if I can, and I know that my doctor has done everything he can to keep me off medication that would definitely keep me from having a baby.

Because he wants that to be my decision. There's also a medication I can take and be on while pregnant, and maybe the new medication would work too.

But at 20, I knew the odds of me carrying a child to term was slim. It was something I had to mourn, while also coming to terms with whether or not I wanted to have kids. I am 34, and my youngest siblings are 18. I have spent my life with little ones running around, and it has been a damn good life. I am at peace knowing that I don't want kids of my own, but would maybe make an amazing step-parent one day.

I had a pretty damn good example of a (step)parent who showed me that love meant more than blood. That a dad is a dad. So I know I could be that for a kid.

These are decisions I have made about my life, my body. These are decisions that I have considered in all my actions for the past 14 years. These are not decisions I've made lightly, these are not decisions I've made without shedding a lot of tears.

If a mistake resulted from my actions, I am prepared to deal with that, because I am the one who has to deal with my body trying to literally fucking kill me. That is not hyperbole. My body literally produces antibodies that views healthy cells as invaders. It literally attacks itself to death without medication.

I sat through chemo yesterday while our top court overturned a 100 year law that WORKED.

Today I have laid around sick while the same top court said that the decisions I've made for myself over the past 14 years are not as important as someone wanting to carry a gun.

This after a country has made it very clear to me for the past two years that I am not worth protecting because I am lesser than because I date to live sick with an incurable disease.

Don't tell me it is up to the states and that I'll be fine. Georgia may not be in the first 13 states with the trigger laws, but Georgia is not far behind.

So what am I supposed to do? I cannot be on birth control pills, nor do I believe I can get an IUD for similar reasons. I am also not looking for actual answers here, I just want it understood what is going on through my head.

It isn't an overreaction. It's a country working hard to tell me in anyway possible that I am lesser than, and trying to make me wonder why I keep trying.

I've fought this illness for 14 years. I have won against no less than 5 "uhhhhhh you should be dead how are you alive" moments with doctors. I'm going to keep fighting, but fucking man I'm exhausted.

#roe v wade #wegener's granulomatosis #granulomatosis with polyangiitis #chronic illness #fuck the world #fuck the usa #fuck republicans #fuck republikkkans

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jkstompers · 3 years

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passing notes | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: a year of crushing and jungkook’s finally asked you out on a proper date.

genre: classmates to lovers??!, established friendship, they go on a date <3, jk is so stressed out, !fancy restaurant warning!, jk is A GENTLEMAN!! but wbk, oc is a nerd but is BOLD AF!!

warnings: mature!! (18+!!), SMUT,...they make out, LOTS of built up tension is let out tonite!, fingering, praise kink, handjob, backseat action, semi-public sex?? very strong language, jk overuses the nickname ‘baby’

word count: 9k

author’s note: pt. 3 of seatmate!jk. WE’VE GOT SOME FILTH TODAY PPL!!!!!!! this is my first time releasing a piece of writing that has smut in it so pls!! let me know what u think!!! i’m open to criticism but i cry easily so… pls pls be nice (Ｔ▽Ｔ) LMAO!! i also completely made up the program for ocean scientists that oc talks about LMAO i just needed her to ramble for a bit hahahah

additional note: also pls imagine jungkook looking like this in class and then wearing this for their date. also if ur curious, this is what i imagined oc’s dress to look like :)

okay enjoy!! thank u ( ˘ ³˘)

it was the end of the semester and of course, the only time jungkook would be running late to class was when he was finally going to ask you out on a date. so far, everything seems to be going against the idea. his alarm didn’t go off on time, the shower took way too long to warm up, and his car was low on gas. now he’s speed walking, almost running, to lecture to make sure that his seat next to you isn’t taken.

he wants to make sure this goes perfectly. he spent the past two weeks stressing over the plans. asking for recommendations for nice restaurants in the city in almost every group chat he was in. his friend (the one with parents as ceo’s, eunwoo), helped him and got him a reservation at this one five star restaurant that jungkook’s never been to. eunwoo told him that it was the prettiest place he’s ever been to, said it would be perfect for a first date.

jungkook specifically remembers you telling him that you’ve never gone on an actual dinner date. ice cream dates, movie theater dates, and amusement park dates were what you were used to. there was nothing wrong with that, it’s just that you’ve never experienced a candlelit dinner at a restaurant, that’s it. jungkook just wanted to be the first one to experience it with you.

so when his morning starts off this shitty, he wonders if his plans are falling apart. he tries to keep a good, positive mindset, but he’s already so nervous and the universe seems to be telling him: don’t do it, she’ll reject you, you’re gonna look stupid in front of her.

meanwhile, you’re early this lecture. it was the last class of the semester and you were hoping that you could get a nice conversation with jungkook in before it started. the two of you have gotten a lot closer since you last hung out. the chain of events starting with you apologizing for being so embarrassing,

[12:44 pm] you: jungkook!!! oh my god i am so sorry for last night 😭

[12:45 pm] you: i don’t take alcohol very well 😖

[12:50 pm] jungkook: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[12:50 pm] jungkook: no need to apologize! are u feeling sick? hungover?

[12:52 pm] you: omg no not really

[12:52 pm] you: ur a great drinking buddy, i owe u one 🥺

[12:53 pm] jungkook: it’s alright cutie

[12:54 pm] jungkook: just happy ur feeling okay :)

[12:56 pm] you: let me make it up to u 😭 i’ll buy us lunch one of these days?

[12:57 pm] jungkook: ah no can do cutie

[12:57 pm] jungkook: have to buy u dinner first

the thought of the conversation makes you smile. that one conversation starting the domino effect of the two of you talking almost everyday for the past two weeks. you couldn’t help but expect jungkook to at least be here, but if he didn’t wanna come, then he didn’t have to.

you sat in your seat, patiently waiting for the one next to you to be filled by him. the hall was starting to fill now and class was about to start. you look around one last time to see that jungkook is still nowhere to be seen, and that a familiar brown-haired guy was beginning to walk up to you.

“hello, ___! is this seat taken?” taehyung smiles brightly, you look down at the seat next to you. your bag saving the spot for jungkook. maybe he skipped this lecture, since it was practically for nothing anyway, you’ve already taken the final and there was no other material to learn, it was more so to wrap things up and see if anyone still needed to understand something.

your brain comes to a conclusion. you remove your bag and say, “no, go ahead,” to taehyung with a small smile on your face, one that hides the disappointment riddling your mind.

it’s about five minutes after the professor starts talking when jungkook finally walks in. he looks up to try and find you as he walks up the steps of the auditorium. his eyes land on you and taehyung, chatting amongst yourselves. he can’t help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy, that’s his seat. even though there were no assigned seats, the place next to you was always his, that’s just how it was, and seeing someone else sitting there, especially taehyung, makes jungkook’s green monster pop out.

you feel a presence step behind you while you were talking to taehyung, and before you know it, jungkook is sitting in the seat next to taehyung. “oh! good morning, jungkook!” you’re smiling to him. he doesn’t grant you one of his regular vocal responses, rather he gives you a tight-lipped grin before he leans back into his chair and focuses on whatever the professor was saying.

maybe he was jealous. witnessing you and taehyung having a wonderful conversation, one that makes you smile and laugh like he does. you didn’t even notice him when he came up the stairs, only greeting him when he sat down. no, he was definitely jealous.

you’re stealing glances his way, pretending to be interested in whatever taehyung is talking about. he’s wearing the most boyfriend-est outfit in the world. a white long sleeve with grey sweatpants, his long hair tied up in a ponytail. you’re unconsciously biting your lip as you stare at him, he’s just so cool. he’s not even doing much other than looking straight forward. but this angle lets you see his sharp jawline and his side profile perfectly.

you felt bad, one hundred percent. you should have told taehyung that the seat was taken, because now he was talking your ear off and you didn’t mind it, but you wanted someone else to be talking your ear off and it was the guy sitting next to him.

when taehyung changes his focus to your professor talking about a summer he had in paris. you steal another glance at jungkook. you catch him staring at you, your eyes meet. he doesn’t keep the connection, cutting it off by moving his head and looking straight ahead. his jaw clenches, arms coming over and across his chest. he seems angry, you pick up on the energy now. an idea pops in your head to try and make him feel better. reaching into your bag to find one of your index cards, writing a message on it.

feeling okay?

you scoot your chair back a bit, pretending to stretch as you tap jungkook’s shoulder. he turns his head to you, eyebrows raised. you hand him the paper. he stares at first, eyes flickering between you and the paper. reluctantly, he takes it, unfolding his crossed arms to receive the note. you scoot back into your seat and lean into the table, lowering your chin onto the desk.

jungkook tries to hide his smile as he reads your little note. how could he ever stay mad at you? it wasn’t your fault he was late. so he replies, his black ink has a stark contrast against your green highlighter. he can already feel his bad mood brightening.

yeah, didn’t save me a seat? :(

this time he folds the note, handing it to taehyung and telling him to pass it to you. “really? you’re passing notes? we’re in college, jeon.” taehyung snickers as he slides the paper towards you.

you let a small laugh, reading the note. taehyung’s scolding continues as you write your response on the index card. you changed your green highlighter out with a blue pen.

i came super early :( waited 20 mins for u </3 but i didn’t think u were coming so i let taehyung sit here

you send it back and watch jungkook’s somewhat straight face contort into a smile. there it is, the smile that you know and love.

jungkook on the other hand could cry. you came early. you waited for him. god, had he royally fucked this up. he makes his mind up now.

i’m sorry :( let me make it up to u? can i take you out on a date tonight?

check: ◯ yes ◯ no

jungkook keeps the paper for a good minute, reading the note over and over again, thinking about how childish this way of asking is. but at the same time, jungkook knows that if he talks to you about it after class, he’ll gloss over the words and never ask you. letting the reservation and plans he made weeks ago render themselves useless. it was now or never.

so he fully sends it, tapping your shoulder and giving it to you directly. you open the note and scan the words, sending him the sweetest look he’s ever received in his life. he thinks that would be a yes. he hopes. you write something onto the card and pass it back to him, your hand grazing his for a second.

⚫ yes :) ♡ ◯ no

the rest of the class passes pretty quickly. not that you were paying any attention. jungkook had emailed you a link to a game that the two of you could play, a weird version of snakes. jungkook kept cheating, you swore it, but in all honesty, you knew you couldn’t compete when it came to jungkook and his computer games. a clap from the professor breaks your attention from your screen, “alright, that was the last class of anatomy 101!” he then goes on a two minute long speech thanking the entire class for their great work this past year. he ends his ment with, “good luck and make good decisions! have a fun summer!”

you take your time packing your things, a little too long for someone that just has a laptop to put into their bag. taehyung says goodbye to the both of you and leaves first, the seat in between you both empty. now it was just the two of you. a small blush creeps onto your cheeks. you were well past your high school crush phase, but jungkook makes you feel so shy again.

you try to hide it by speaking first, “so, a date?”

he sends you that award winning smile that makes you swoon. “yeah, did you change your mind?”

you shake your head. “is it casual? fancy? want me to wear a dress again?” you tease, finally pushing your computer into your bag and standing.

jungkook gulps. you looked so pretty that night in a dress. “fancy,” he answers, “you can wear a dress if you want, pantsuits are cool too— whatever you want.” he finishes packing as well, standing next to you as you both begin to walk down the stairs.

“okay then,” you smile. “what time should i be ready?”

“i’ll come and pick you up at seven, is that okay?” he replies, hand in his pockets. you both make your way out of the room and start to move towards the parking lot.

“sounds good,” you nod, approaching your car. jungkook walks you to your door, his eyes focused on your sweet smile and your eyes. if jungkook didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were leaning closer towards him. a small laugh leaves your throat. “see you later, kookie.”

he sends you a smile, the nickname tugging at his heartstrings. the realization hits him after you’ve already driven away and he’s sitting in the driver seat of his car. an embarrassing blush covers his face, he takes a deep breath and laughs to himself. finally. a year of crushing and he’s finally asked you on a proper date.

jungkook is quite frankly, freaking the fuck out. he isn’t sure what to wear and his hair isn’t working with him. the long strands seemingly out to make his life a living hell when he tries to style it. one strand always looks out of place, or the way that it parts doesn’t sit right. he’s pacing his bathroom, debating if he should just shower again and take all the stupid fucking product out of his hair.

he gives in after ten minutes of deliberation. a quick shower removing all the wax and gel from his hair. the ends of his hair dripping when he goes to check his phone, the time reading: 6:45. he was gonna be late to pick you up. now he’s full on panicking. he has no other choice then to skip the hair product all together and just let his hair dry and part on it’s own. he slides on his all black fancy outfit he had planned out just in case the first one didn’t work out. he steps out of his apartment after grabbing his car keys, wallet, and the flowers he bought earlier in the day for you.

a friend of his works in a flower shop. jungkook remembers you saying that you like all flowers and that you couldn’t choose if you had to. so his friend asked what you were like, trying to figure out a way to style the bouquet without knowing your favorites. jungkook said the general things; you’re sweet like an apple, probably sweeter, like candy. you’re so pretty, it’s blessing that he’s able to lay his eyes upon you. you’re smart, too smart for him to flirt stupidly like he always does, ‘cause you outsmart him and flirt with him back in a wittier way. you’re— that was enough information, his friend told him he was babbling again. jungkook only had to wait ten minutes for his friend to finish fixing up a beautiful bouquet for you.

the bouquet is placed on the passenger seat as he starts his car, texting you when he realizes it’s almost five minutes until 7.

[6:54 pm] jungkook: fuck

[6:54 pm] jungkook: i’m gonna be a little late

[6:55 pm] jungkook: i swear i’m not standing u up

[6:55 pm] jungkook: ok i’m putting my phone down to drive to u now, sorry cutie!!

[6:57 pm] you: ah okay!

[6:57 pm] you: i was getting a little worried haha

[6:58 pm] you: see u in a bit <3

jungkook drives safely, but efficiently to your apartment. the drive only taking about five minutes because the stop lights were gracing him with green lights his entire way to you. he parks right in front, grabbing the flowers and hopping out of the car. when he knocks on your door, he starts to feel his nerves work against him. the adrenaline from rushing here gave him enough energy to hype himself up, but now as he’s standing here at your door, waiting for you to answer, his throat starts to dry and his hands start to sweat.

the metal door slides open, revealing you. in your silk dress, draping over your body in the most flattering way. the neckline deliciously hangs down to reveal your cleavage ever so slightly and the slit on the dress, displaying your thigh teasingly. jungkook is speechless at his first glance at you. his eyebrows raise and his mouth drops open, catching himself drooling once you step out from your apartment.

“h— hi, you look— wow,” he stumbles over his words, taking a step back to admire you once again. “you’re fucking stunning.”

you brush your hair back behind your ear, your hand covering the blush covering your cheeks. “thank you, you look very handsome, jungkook.” you reach out and play with his black tie. he looks down when you do, remembering that he was holding a bouquet of flowers for you.

he holds them out, “these are for you.” like a kid giving his crush a dandelion he picked from the grass.

“these are gorgeous, jungkook! thank you.” you look up to him with your signature sweet eyes, the ones that never fail to make him melt. “just give me one sec, i’ll put these down and then we can go?” you ask, holding onto the bouquet and waiting for him to respond. a quick nod is all you need to open your door and place them in the fridge. you come out a few seconds later, locking your door and standing by jungkook again.

“that was fast,” he comments. he holds his arm out for you to hold, which you gratefully take.

“i just put them in the fridge, my grandma showed me the trick, it helps them live a little longer,” you explain. the two of you walking out to his parked car. he never lets your hand touch the handle, always opening the door for you.

“when they die, i’ll just buy you new ones.” closing the door for you and making his way to the drivers seat.

you scrunch your nose. when he comes back and joins you in the car, you voice your worry. “it’s kind of a waste, don’t you think?”

he shakes his head, “if it’s for you, nothing’s a waste.”

jungkook was a professional with his words. always rendering you speechless.

with that he starts the car and begins driving into the busier part of seoul. he makes his way into the restaurants parking garage, the building looks to be about five stories. the architecture itself looks expensive, you wonder where jungkook is taking you tonight. he parks the car, turning off the engine, and moving to open the door for you. he takes your hand and you hold onto your dress, fixing it once you get out of the car. god, you’re so pretty. he was so nervous.

“ready, my lady?” he smiles, his arm out for you to hold.

it makes you laugh, a snort almost. “i’ve never seen you so proper, mr. jeon.”

“only for you,” he winks. your heels click against the concrete floor as he leads the two of you into the building. the high ceilings and multiple chandeliers are what greet you first, the brightness of the place giving the sun something to rival. jungkook brings you over to the waiting area, telling you to wait for a minute as he checks you guys in.

this was crazy to say the least. the last time you went on a date, it was to the movie theaters. you’ve never been in a place like this; a doorman greeting every guest as they walk in, checking in to eat, multi-story, etc. the more you look around, the cooler it is. “let’s go?” jungkook’s voice makes you turn your head. you stand, taking his hand.

the two of you follow a man wearing a black and white suit, with a long tail jacket. he brings you to the elevators, holding the doors open for you both. you step in and he presses the fifth button, which was the top floor. you squeeze jungkook’s hand. he repeats the action, looking to you and silently asking if you were okay with the look in his eyes and the raise of his eyebrows. you nod, a smile on your face.

with that the elevator doors open, the metal doors sliding apart to reveal a private terrace. only a couple tables on the entire floor. a few people sitting down and enjoying their dinners. beautiful greenery surrounding the perimeter, the night sky only making it prettier. your mouth is left agape, you’re stuck in the elevator, speechless. jungkook gently tugs you forward, following the suit man to the table.

jungkook pulls your chair out for you. you could cry at the chivalry. you sit and he pushes the chair in, jungkook follows soon, sitting in the chair across from you. the man hands the two of you the menu and moves away from the table, standing back near to the elevator, waiting until you are both ready to order.

“this is fucking crazy,” you whisper-shout. the terrace was lit by these bright fairy lights that were hidden in the plants and were above the tables as well. it looked like little fairies and fire flies were in the air, roaming around.

“i know right!” jungkook looked as surprised as you were. “i asked my friends for some help and holy shit!”

“they know you’re on a date with me right now?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

to this he furrows his eyebrows, “of course they do, i talk about you all the time—”but he stops himself from exposing himself any further. you can’t help but giggle. “i mean, i asked them to help me make this special, and here we are.”

you swoon. he’s so sweet for planning all of this out and wanting to make you feel special. the two of you look through the menu, jungkook warns you not to look at the prices, telling you to get whatever you want because the price doesn’t matter. but of course, your eyes stray to the numbers, the meals costing a pretty penny for a simple spaghetti plate, the cheapest thing on there. you were craving pasta anyway, you didn’t mind. the two of you order and wait for the food to arrive.

the city of seoul was just below you, not too high but high enough to turn people into smaller figures of themselves. the night lights look gorgeous from up here. the warm summer night only complimenting the gorgeous atmosphere.

“the view is so pretty,” you gaze out into the city. the pretty colors from all the lights of the different stores and restaurants complementing each other so beautifully.

jungkook was in awe, he knows that the city below you is gorgeous, but he can’t seem to get his eyes off of you. your chin resting in the palm of your hand as your eyes search through the streets. “yeah…” he agrees, “very beautiful.” he smiles, only looking at you.

the food comes and you both dig in. the two of you enjoy some conversation with each other as you eat. the topic of growing up comes up, both of you explaining the occupations you wanted, and you said something that sparked curiosity in jungkook. “your childhood dream was to live in california?” he smiles, chewing on his steak. most of the time kids dream about going to the moon or finding atlantis, but you wanted to go to america?

you nod, “sounds funny right? when i was a teen, i watched a lot of 90210.”

“is that all though? you only wanted to go because of a tv show?” he asks. there’s something you’re hiding, and jungkook can see it in the way that you hide your smile.

at first, you hesitate, but you open your mouth to speak, “well— there is— no, it’s embarrassing.” you shake your head, changing your mind and reverting your eyes down. staring at the plate of pasta in front of you. guys you talked to didn’t wanna hear about it, they thought what you were into was boring, embarrassing almost. a part of you feared that jungkook would feel the same.

you feel his hand on your chin, tilting your head up. “i wanna hear about it.” his face telling you the truth, the sincerity in his eyes as he patiently waits for you to explain.

“there’s this science program in california, they explore new ideas for researching the ocean, like trying to see what lurks in the deep blue, helping fix the rising oceans, everything-- oh my god, and they like go on field trips to different countries to see the coastlines and historical sites—” you cut yourself off when you realize that you’re talking at the speed of light. “i’m rambling.” you were terrified to see his reaction.

but when your eyes finally meet jungkook’s, they’re full of light. and his smile is so big. “dude, that’s so dope!” he grins, “i didn’t know you were so into the ocean!”

it was the bare minimum, being nice, but that was hard to find when it came to the majority of the male species. obviously, jungkook is above average, he only proves that the more time you spend with him.

“oh, i love it! my parents would bring me to the beach and i would cry every time we would have to leave, aquariums too, and the fish section in the pet stores.” you gush, leaning into the table to tell jungkook more. he leans into his hand, resting his cheek against his fist as he listens to you spill your knowledge and love.

he notes that the next date should be at the beach or an aquarium. it was a great time for him to learn this, especially since it was summer. the weather in favor of the cold ocean waves. jungkook swears he can listen to you talk until the end of time. your sweet voice can be the narration to his life, he’d never get sick of it.

the food on both of your plates had been cleared, the conversation sizzling into a comfortable silence before the man came back to give you the bill. jungkook doesn’t let you see it, instead just sticking his card in the black folder thing, and giving it back to the fancy suit man. it wasn’t long before he came back, handing jungkook back his card and giving the both of you a lollipop with gold flakes encased inside.

you gasp at the piece of candy, now that was ridiculous. you weren’t one to reject a lollipop though, gratefully taking the candy and popping it into your mouth. jungkook does the same. it tastes of blueberry. at this point he stands up, moving in front of you and holding his hand out to you. “let’s look around? i heard they have a cool museum on the second floor.”

you take his hand, “i love museums!” the two of you make your way to the elevator, the man (he never told you his name) kept the door open for you both. he presses the second floor button when jungkook asks him for the museum. the elevator landing on the second floor, the doors slide open to show a completely empty art hall. this place shocking you every chance it gets. you didn’t think it could get better, but it did.

when the two of you exit the elevator, the man leaves you to it, taking the elevator down and leaving you alone. your eyes scan the place, huge paintings on the walls, small paintings in collages, some sculptures on the floor, it felt like a pop-up museum. you both make your way down the enormous hallway, both sides of the room’s wall displaying works of art. you stop at one specific painting, the familiar work has you spewing random facts. “these are the lovers! i had to analyze this once,” you speak. the art displaying a couple kissing, both of their heads covered by a white sheet. “the real one is in australia, i think.” you laugh, tapping the lollipop against your lips.

jungkook listens intently, but he doesn’t pay attention to the painting on the wall. everytime he does, his eyes always revert to you. the art doesn’t stand a chance against you in his book. you, yourself, were a piece of art, one that was rare in this world, one of a kind.

he can’t seem to resist. taking your hand and raising it over your head, the way that they do in ballroom dancing. if a twirl was what he wanted, then so he got it. “beautiful,” he compliments, pulling you in close for a hug. the two of you swaying in the middle of the hall of this stupidly expensive restaurant.

you look up to him, making full eye contact as the two of you lean on one foot to the other. probably looking like a lovesick couple, getting lost in the moment. which, you were. your eyes flicker from his eyes down to his lips, he seems to do the same thing. his hand moves to caress your face, the swaying ceased. now the two of you are centimeters apart, noses brushing against each other. if jungkook doesn’t kiss you now, he thinks he’ll combust. so when he feels you pushing forward, he does the same, meeting you in the middle. your lips connect. the kiss almost identical to the painting in front of you.

jungkook swears he felt himself levitating. your lips are sweet, the blueberry flavor of the lollipop lingering on them. he’s had his fair share of kisses in his life. makeouts, pecks, cheek kisses, all types of kisses. but something about this one tells him that he’s in for it. he’ll never be able to get enough now that he’s gotten a taste.

neither of you want to take it too far; swallowing each other's faces in a distinguished, five star restaurant’s museum didn’t seem very proper. so the two of you make your way out of the building, thanking everyone at the front desk, especially the man that helped you out today, and walking into the parking garage where jungkook’s car was.

when you get to his car, he moves to open the passenger door for you but you stop him with a hand on his arm. you reach to open the back door handle and his eyes almost bulge out. everyone knows what happens in the backseat, and jungkook did not prepare himself for something like this.

you look up at him with the most innocent eyes, but there’s something devious hidden in your smile when you ask, “do you wanna talk for a bit longer? in the backseat? it’s more comfortable than sitting in the front.”

jungkook never took you for someone this bold. it’s either you didn’t know the meaning of the backseat (which was totally fine) or you knew very well, and had plans to devour jungkook (which was also totally fine).

he chickens out, his hands starting to sweat. “do you want to just go for a little walk or something?” it’s not like jungkook didn’t want anything to happen, it’s that he did. if he starts, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover from it. he walks a tightrope around you when it comes to his self control. one wrong move, and he’s terrified that he’ll fuck everything up.

“oh, it’s just my feet kinda hurt from these heels.” you pout, lifting you foot up to show him the almost stiletto heel.

his eyes widen. why didn’t he think of that? “oh— oh shit, i didn’t even— yeah, let’s sit.” he tugs on the door, letting you slide into the back seat. he follows, leaving a good amount of space between you both to make sure that there was nothing too suspicious going on. you hope your bold moves hide your nervousness, despite your confidence, jungkook’s unsure looks make you want to curl up into a ball. did he not want this?

the air was different now. in the restaurant the two of you had been so carefree, slow dancing in the museum, and landing a sweet kiss on each other’s lips. but now, an uncomfortable silence tears at the two of you. your hesitance makes you speak, trying to see if a conversation would ease the tension in the air. “i had a lot of fun tonight, kookie, thank you.”

it seems to comfort jungkook, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. with a small smile on his face he replies, “me too, i was really nervous you wouldn’t like the food.”

“oh it was good! i’ll eat anything really, it’s just—“

“you didn’t like the place? was it too much—“

“no, jungkook, oh my god— i loved it, it was just really expensive, i still feel really bad about you paying for all of it,” you look to him seriously. “let me give you at least my half?”

he shakes his head, “i asked you out on this date, it means i pay, don’t worry about the price.”

you roll your eyes playfully, “big spender huh?”

a pretty laugh escapes his lips. “hard worker too.”

to this you smile, you stare at his impossibly-perfect face, noticing a stray eyelash on his cheek. you see a chance to strike and you take it immediately. you lean forward to swipe it off. jungkook almost leans into your touch. he’s so terrified that he’ll embarrass himself right now, so he’s been holding back tremendously. but the way you pick the eyelash off and place it on your thumb with a smile on your face, it eases most of the tension in his chest.

“make a wish!” you hold your thumb up to his lips. his eyes cross to look at the piece of hair on your finger, but nevertheless he obliged. shutting his eyes tight, making a wish, and blowing the eyelash off of your thumb.

you let out a small cheer before you ask him, “what’d you wish for?”

“if i told you then my wish wouldn’t come true, right?” he boops your nose. suddenly, jungkook doesn’t feel so nervous. his nerves calming at the feeling of your soft hands against his face. you make him so nervous, but at the same time you make him so comfortable and make him want to be himself. it seems as though the two of you were staring at each other for a while. jungkook was thinking about how much he likes you, the same ideas run through your mind. the thoughts make you wish for something more.

“can i kiss you again, kookie?”

he stares at you, weighing his options. if he kisses you now, then he has to strategically only give you a few kisses, he absolutely cannot make out with you, or else, jungkook will succumb to his desires.

but he takes a little too long to respond. the both of you overthinking the fuck out of the situation. it makes you draw back. “it’s okay if you don’t want—“

“no, no, please, kiss me,” he brings you back, moving closer to you. licking his lips in anticipation as you slowly push forward, closing the gap between you both. the kiss is so sweet, like the one in the museum. jungkook can still taste the blueberry lingering on your lips. he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of kissing you.

you pull away first. your eyes scanning his face to see any expression of regret. there’s none. his hand moves to the side of your face, caressing your face and bringing you to him once again to meet your lips. he can’t get enough. “tell me what you wished for, please,” you speak against his lips.

he smiles into the kiss. he wasn’t going to tell you, but since you were asking so nicely, he gives you a kiss on the cheek when he answers, “i wished for a second date.”

“oh, didn’t you know?” you kiss both of his cheeks before speaking again, “i grant wishes,” with wink.

“fuck, you’re so cute,” he thinks out loud, it makes you blush. pink cheeks out for show and jungkook thinks you look even cuter. he dives in for one more kiss, telling himself this will be the last one, but when you make sweet noises against his lips, it has him wanting more. hands moving down to your waist, pulling you in and letting you climb onto his lap. he pulls away first, trying to get a hold of himself. “i uh— actually, didn’t plan for this to happen,“ he mumbles against your skin, tripping over his words.

you look down, arms wrapped around his neck. “hm? what did you plan?”

“we were supposed to kiss on the next date i take you on and i didn’t think— we’re just ahead of schedule, that’s all.” jungkook tries to explain that he didn’t want to rush it, god no. he wanted to take his time, make sure that you didn’t feel pressured to do anything. but now, it seems like you’re taking the wheel and jungkook doesn’t mind it one bit.

“oh so you had like a real plan? like times and everything?” the thought of it makes you laugh, and the way that jungkook flushes makes you want to pinch his cheeks.

he pouts when you giggle, “don’t laugh, i just really, really wanted to do it right, you’re just so amazing and i didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

you smile at his concern. the fact that you have the uni heartthrob planning dates in his head down to the details and wanting to be sure he does it right makes your head spin. you hope jungkook doesn’t notice the way that your heart is beating three times the normal rate when you go to kiss him again. the only sounds in the car are labored breaths and your lips smacking together. it doesn’t take long before you’re grinding into him. his growing bulge rubbing against your soaking core. a groan leaving him when you grind particularly harder, his hands moving to your ass to grip it. you melt in his arms, small whimpers leaving your throat as jungkook drinks them up

you pull away from his lips, giving his cheeks attention then leaving a trail of kisses as you make your way to his ear. one final kiss is planted below his earlobe before you whisper, “am i ruining your plans, kookie?”

jungkook tries his best to conceal his groan, tries his best to ignore his incredibly hard dick in his jeans, but you’re so pretty and you’re on top of him, kissing him. it feels like a dream to jungkook. it is quite literally a dream come true.

he was already playing with fire, your body a flame in the cold, he moves closer and closer until he burns. “fuck plans,” he breathes. a hand comes back to caress your face once again. filthy thoughts flooding his brain. he wonders what being in between your legs is like, what you sound like when you cum. he wants to make you cry and beg for his cock. but he holds himself back, knowing that you’ll have time to try everything out, if you wanted of course. he leans the both of you forward, his large hands splayed on your back to secure you on his lap. your lips find each other once more. “can i touch you?” he asks so sweetly, a hidden poison weaving through that you can slightly hear through the deep rumble of his voice.

you’ve never wanted anything more. “please,” you nod. your lips chasing his when he pulls further away.

jungkook smiles at the action. “lay on my lap, baby.” he instructs, tapping your thigh. the nickname rolling off his tongue, his voice seemingly dropping an entire octave. you raise your leg and move it over to sit on his lap, sideways. your back against the car door and his right hand rubbing your thighs ever so gently.

“like this?” you ask, looking to him for reassurance. he looks to you with eyes that you’ve never seen, lusted and dark.

“mhm, perfect,” he nods. “good girl.” the praise goes straight to your belly, your panties flooding from how much you want him. his hands move slowly down your inner thighs as he goes in to kiss you again.

you’re absentmindedly spreading your legs, making room for him. he smirks against your lips when he realizes. he knows what you want, so his fingers move to your panties, lightly putting pressure over your clothed bud. you whimper at the feeling, biting his lip in the process. he moans in response, putting a little more pressure against your bundle of nerves.

“jungkook,” you whine, pulling away from his lips, “please.”

“please what, baby?” he kisses your cheek, “tell me what you want.”

“please touch me, please.” you beg, making eye contact with him. jungkook’s dick twitches at the sound of your begging. he wanted to string you along a little longer, but you’re being so good.

“since you asked so nicely, baby,” he obliges. bunching your dress up around your waist and noticing the pretty black lace underwear you were wearing, “for me?” he asks. you nod, your teeth taking in your bottom lip. he groans at the thought, you getting ready and picking out these cute, risque panties out just for him. it’s just too bad they’re gonna be on the floor on his car. he’s gonna need to ask for a rain check on admiring you and your cute underwear later.

you lift your hips to help him, underwear coming off to reveal your soaking pussy. “oh, fuck,” jungkook murmurs at the sight of it. “you’re so wet baby.” he almost starts drooling, he can’t wait to taste you, but he’s still hesitant, only wanting to do what you want to. next time, he can eat you out. right now, he’ll admire the delicious sight and make you cum on his fingers.

your eyes travel to the window directly in front of you, suddenly feeling insecure. thighs closing, thinking about how someone could look in and see. “what about the windows—“

“they’re tinted, no one can see from the outside in, i promise.” he reassures, giving you another sweet kiss on the cheek before asking, “do you still want to do this? we can stop now.” he’s so lovely, his concern and change in demeanor only making you want it more, knowing that he wouldn’t want to push you to do something you were uncomfortable with. sweet was sexy on jungkook. you never thought there would be a day that jeon jungkook fingers you in a parking lot of a five star restaurant, but here you are. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

so you shake your head, taking his hand, and placing it back in between your legs. “please.”

“anything for you.” he whispers in your ear before running his middle finger up your slit, collecting your wetness, and spreading it around your clit. he continues making tight circles on your clit, the sensation drives you crazy. you lean your head back against the window, moaning out. it was almost humiliating how reactive you were, you hadn’t indulged in this kind of intimacy in a while, almost a year to be specific.

it wasn’t helping that jungkook was a fucking pro. the right amount of pressure and the placement of his digits against you has you dripping onto his nice, dress pants. you hoped nobody else was in the parking garage, else they would hear your cries of jungkook’s name. “more, kookie, more— fuck.”

“more baby?” he questions, the sound of your moans going straight to his already hard dick. he thinks he could cum just to the sound of your voice. he’s one hundred percent fucked when it comes to you. he dips his middle finger into your hole, you gasp in reaction. “like that? hmm? ”

jungkook knew was he was doing, he had you spread wide in the backseat of his car, already on the verge on an orgasm. he had a few years of experience on his belt, a ‘retired fuck boy’ he was, but he’s never wanted to please somebody more than he does right now with you. you just looked so pretty like this, so eager and begging for more.

he adds his ring finger now, his thumb against your clit. “oh, god—“ you mutter, the feeling of his fingers and his thumb on your clit is too good. his fingers fucking you better than anyone else’s dick ever has. you found yourself bucking your hips against his fingers. “kookie, kiss me, please,” you look up to him with the eyes he can never fucking deny. so he kisses you, drinking up your moans as you fuck yourself up onto his fingers.

“i didn’t know you were such a dirty girl,” he murmurs against your lips. your walls clenching around him, “letting me touch you like this in the backseat of my car?” his usual sweet demeanor now contorting into this cocky guy with an ego. it makes you even wetter. the squelch of your pussy every time his fingers push in is loud, the sound is music to jungkook’s ears.

“only— only for you, jungkook,” you whimper. you feel a familiar knot in your stomach tighten. he looked so hot like this. eager to please. his bottom lip caught in his teeth and a strand of his long hair dangling in front of his eyes.

“good girl, all mine,” he kisses your neck. it may seem just like something you say during sex, but jungkook wanted it to be true. wanted you and only you. all to himself. he makes his way to a sweet spot, the feeling makes you tilt your head, giving him more access to kiss and suck along the sensitive skin. the discomfort of your back against the hard door was the last of your worries. your orgasm creeping closer and closer, juices leaking all overs his fingers. “so wet baby,” he growls, “i know i could just slide in, fuck you so good.”

“p-please, i want it.” the thought of jungkook fucking you senseless, oh, you’d go crazy. begging wasn’t something you did when it came to sex, most of the time it was quiet, moans and breaths were the only things that you’d hear, no dirty words or praises. it was a good change, you never thought that you’d be so into being talked through it.

he smiles at your eagerness, “patience baby, gotta take you on another date, yeah?” kissing your pursed lips. always so sweet and lovely.

you feel his fingers push a little deeper, curling to find that sweet spot inside of you. your reaction does something to him, makes him hit the exact same spot, over and over again, in a slow, torturous beat just so he can draw those delicious gasps and moans out of you. jungkook feels close. he’s never felt like this before, so wound up. he ignores it, pushing it to the back of his head to focus on helping you reach your climax.

lucky for jungkook, he didn’t have to wait very long. his fingers were longer and a thicker than yours, his efforts making you get there faster than you ever could. the consistent deep strokes of his fingers make the warning signals go off in your head. you speak a verbal warning before, “fuck, i’m gonna cum,” your voice pitches a little higher than usual.

“gonna cum all over my fingers, baby?” he gives you one last sloppy kiss before you’re moaning out and coming onto his fingers, eyes screwed shut as your walls convulse rapidly as his fingers fuck you through your orgasm. “fuck, you’re so hot, ___.”

you feel a smile break on your face. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you wink, still trying to catch your breath. a laugh slips from his mouth, small smirk on his mouth to match. he slips his fingers out, your body twitching at the over stimulation.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes. inspecting his fingers, your pale almost-white cum coating the digits. he brings them to his mouth, sucking on your sweet sap. you’ve never seen anything hotter in your life. “sweet, just like you,” he smirks. you shrink in his stare, hiding your blush. like you totally didn’t just cum on his fingers.

you’re distracted by the feeling of something hard resting under your thigh, it’s then that you realize, “what about—“ you start but jungkook cuts you off quick.

“no, no, it’s okay, it’ll go away soon.” he shakes his head, but you furrow your eyebrows.

you pull on his black tie, making him lean forward and make eye contact with you “can i?” you ask, so sweetly.

he stares at you with the most sexed eyes you’ve ever witnessed. “you’re driving me crazy.”

“you’re always so sweet to me, jungkook,” you kiss his cheek. readjusting yourself in his lap, straddling him once more. “took me on this amazing dinner, always treating me like a princess.” your lips travel down from his cheeks to his jawline, then to his neck. he shudders at the feeling of your lips against his sensitive skin. your hands move from around his neck to travel further down, to the latch of his belt. his breath hitches. “let me return the favor, kookie.”

“i—“ he laughs, the embarrassment evident in the pink tint on his face. “i won’t last very long.”

you didn’t mind, just assuring him with a sweet kiss on the cheek before you start removing his belt. jungkook leans his head back on the headrest, his neck exposed for you to kiss and suck. you unbutton and unzip, pulling his pants and his boxers down at the same time. his size makes your eyes bulge. he was huge. your mouth waters at the sight.

“you’re so big, kook.” you egg him on, fueling his ego because he just looked so hot. your hand moves to hold him at the base, he lets out a shaky breath when your soft skin meets his. jungkook’s head is in the clouds, he could cum right now if he let go, but he’s holds himself back, not wanting to look like a fool in front of you. your hand moves up his dick, your thumb collecting the precum dripping from his hole, your thumb running over his slit as he groans.

his hips buck up, “shit, baby.” he just sounds so good. you could just lick him up. you collect some saliva in your mouth, letting it drip from your mouth onto his dick to lube your hand. he groans at the sight, “you’re so filthy, baby, holy shit.”

you smirk at the admission, the spit making it so easy for your hand to glide against his cock. the feeling makes him throw his head back again. his chest rising and falling. the picture of him with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his mouth agape makes your lower belly light up once more, you clench around nothing. leaning in as you pump his cock to whisper in his ear, “wanna fuck me so bad? have me crying on your cock? you want that, don’t you, kookie?”

jungkook twitches at your words. that’s exactly what he wants. was he that easy to read? was that what you wanted too? the thought of it makes him want to explode, “oh— god, ffuck— fuck,” he sputters. his hand coming up to hover above his head, your hand still pumping as the spurts of his cum shoot out. you smile at the action, knowing he didn’t wanna fuck up your dress. instead just making a mess of him and his hand. he takes deep breaths before speaking, “there’s a little box of tissues in the center console, could you hand it to me, baby?”

you lean back, opening the console and reaching for the small box that sits in the center. before you give it to him, your eyes flicker to the sticky mess all over jungkook’s hand and groin. a sudden urge to lick takes you over, holding jungkook’s hand and bringing it up to your mouth. you lick the dripping cum from the palm of his hand as he watches, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

jungkook shivers, a smile creeping on his face, “you— you’re evil.” the remark makes you laugh.

“sorry, just wanted to help clean up.” you smile, swallowing the cum you collected on your tongue.

“yeah, yeah, you’re not the sweet girl i thought you were,” jungkook quirks a brow.

you roll your eyes playfully, “you don’t like it?”

“nope, i love it, you’re perfect.” jungkook wipes off the remaining mess from his lap and his hand. you help him clean up tissues and he picks up your panties that were discarded on the floor. the two of you fix yourselves before stepping out of the back seat, jungkook opens the passenger door for you before he goes to a trashcan and throws away the soiled tissues.

he joins you back in the car, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. you were rambling about how happy you were that no one was around and how there were no security cameras in the parking garage. jungkook blabbers too, telling you about how embarrassed he is that he barely lasted a few minutes. before the two of you knew it, his car parked in front of your apartment complex.

he stands outside of your front door, leaning against the doorframe. all dreamy and not like he just made you cum in the backseat of his car. “text me before you sleep?” he smiles.

you nod, “of course,” reflecting the same smile. you wave before closing your door. the date being more than you ever expected. there was no way jungkook was real. he had to be a figment of your imagination, he was the absolute dream guy.

you lay in bed, staring at the stars on your ceiling. a blush creeping up to your cheeks once more when you think about the events that took place tonight.

[11:02 pm] you: thank you for tonight, jungkook

[11:02 pm] you: it was magical <3

[11:03 pm] jungkook: no problem cutie, i had an amazing time with you

[11:04 pm] jungkook: feeling okay?

[11:06 pm] you: i’m great!!! more than okay

[11:07 pm] jungkook: 😂

[11:07 pm] jungkook: i’m glad cutie

[11:08 pm] you: lunch on me next time? now that you’ve taken me for dinner :)

[11:08 pm] jungkook: sure, i’m down :)

[11:09 pm] you: i’m rlly tired kookie

[11:10 pm] you: gonna head to sleep now

[11:10 pm] jungkook: alright cutie

[11:11 pm] jungkook: sweet dreams!

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