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APPLE CIDER!

thank u @soov for helping me pick the banner!

sypnosis : you haven’t experienced much love in your life. well reciprocated romantic love, your first “boyfriend”, was only with you because a bet. until you unexpectedly meet jay, a frat boy whose known for breaking hearts. you’d be a fool to give him a chance right? too bad you both like apple cider.

when a heartbroken girl meets a heart breaker and they bond over apple cider.

featuring : enhypen, chaewon of lsfm, eunbi, one member of txt (EL OH EL THERES LIKE NO ONE)

warnings : literally the most cliche story ever, swearing, underage drinking, food, parties, crying, kissing (not in detail), being drunk (not reader), crying, angsty, reader hates parties, mentions of hooking up/sex, mentions of weed, reader has bad habits, blood, i think thats it?

wc : 7.9k (only 900 words over the expected amount!!)

pairing : jay x fem!reader (uses she/her)

a/n : hey guys… this fic is the most cliche shit ever and idk how it happened,,, u would think this would be like original but its not 😂 🤣. heres the playlist i listened to while making it! and everyone thank @wonieleles and @redm4ri for proof reading it !! anyways,,, enjoy!

READ PART TWO HERE!

cut glitch pls spare me

001 THE INVITATION

“c’mon y/n! i know you’re not over hyun-woo but please! one party! it’s been like a month since you broke up, and yeonjun personally invited me to this party!”

“way to put it lightly chaewon,” you’re tempted to leave and sit somewhere else. can’t she just understand you don’t want to go?

“please! i’ll get you um- coffee for a week!”

you scoff at her suggestion, but after thinking about it, it does seem like a pretty good offer. i mean, it will be just one party right?

“when’s the party ?” you ask, almost persuaded.

“it’s this friday, i can pick you up, and we can get there at nine. the party starts at like eight, but everyone goes at nine.” she pauses for a moment before continuing.

“if you’re uncomfortable, we can leave right away! plus, your beloved chaewon would be right next to you the whole time! isn’t that tempting?” she elbows you softly, and you give her a disgusted look before changing back to your normal one.

“fine. but! you have to let me borrow a dress because i don’t really have any party dresses.”

“you have that one green one! that’s like a v-neck!” chaewon shapes the dress out with her hands, trying to prove her point.

“it’s too big,” you point out, taking a bite out of your forgotten lunch.

“okay fine… i’ll pick you up at seven, and we can get ready and stuff at my house! i’m not lending you any makeup though.” she picks back up her fork, stuffing her mouth with food.

“fine with me.” you shrug, taking a sip of water.

chaewon’s voice suddenly goes quiet, “y/n, you know those really popular guys? well one of them is looking at you!” she whisper-shouts, trying her best to hide her expression.

“so? you’re popular too, maybe he’s staring at you.” you brush it off, why would it even matter anyways?

“no y/n- that’s jay park. he’s like- he has some major beef with hyun-woo.”

“and what does that have to do with me?”

“jay is a heartbreaker, maybe you’re his next subject to get hyun-woo mad or some shit because i know sunghoon told him about you two.”

“so? hyun-woo didn’t even like me, nothing bad will happen,” you reassure her, patting her shoulder. okay, but who the hell is sunghoon? you wonder.

“whatever you say. but stay away from him okay?” she looks at you seriously.

“okay but what does he even look like-?” you whip your head around to see a group of guys laughing. one shamelessly staring at you. he smirks at you, a wink coming soon after. you look at him in disgust, turning around.

“why did you look y/n!” chaewon whisper-shouts again.

“what? i was curious. how am i supposed to stay away from him if i don’t know who he is?” you put your hands up in defense.

“okay fine…” she groans.

“you’re still going to the party right?”

“yeah sure, whatever.”

002 FIRST MEETING

you enter your last period of the day, which also happens to be your least favorite, math. you never really understood why it was necessary in the real world, when would you need to figure out what the integral of a function is? but it’s not like you want to retake math in your senior year. so you get your notebook, and mechanical pencil out, clicking the end a few times before writing the date at the top of the page.

as you’re writing the date down, you can hear the repeated taps on your shoulder from the person behind you, so you turn around to face eunbi.

“hey, are you going to yeonjun’s party?” eunbi asked curiously.

you don’t know why she asked considering you two weren’t the closest of friends, and honestly, you thought she trusted people too easily, which included you. but it wouldn’t hurt to answer right?

“yeah i’m going with chaewon, are you?”

“yeah, me and hyun-woo will be there,” she says almost teasingly. eunbi gives you a genuine smile like she had no clue that you and hyun-woo ever dated. but in reality, she didn’t.

you and hyun-woo kept it on the low, so no one really knew about you two unless they saw you on dates. maybe he did that so he could cheat on you at parties you didn’t go to without anyone knowing. but you tried not to think about him anymore. it’s not like he’s going to beg on his knees for you to take him back.

“oh, well i think class is starting soon, but i’ll make sure to say hi at the party.” you notice how your voice almost deflates after she mentioned him. and eunbi almost notices it too. until her train of thought is broken when your math teacher, mrs. lim, walks in.

one thing you had forgotten was that jay was in your math class. he seems to be having the time of his life on his phone, and sometimes during that period, it’s obvious that mrs. lim catches him, clearly typing away under his desk, but she never seems to point it out.

you never seemed to be mrs. lim favorite. but you definitely weren’t her least favorite. you participated sometimes, usually getting the answers right, and you never really talked or interrupted anything in that class. it was obvious to you at least, that jay was mrs. lim’s favorite. he never got detention for being late, didn’t even have his laptop charged a majority of the time, and he never seemed to look at the board. any of this would’ve easily gotten you detention with an email to your parents, but unless mrs. lim had been doing this on the down low (which she never does), then it’s obvious she favors him over the rest.

mrs. lim had this annoying thing where she would write three questions on the board, and would draw sticks with each person's name on it to see who would answer the question. and to your luck, you were the second person to be called.

you step up to the whiteboard, trying to solve the equation as efficiently as possible so you could quickly sit back down. she calls out the next person's name to which you didn’t really care, it’s not like it would change anything. well until you saw a familiar sharp jawline, standing right next to you. whatever side fate was on, it wasn’t on yours because just as you had suspected, he had no idea what to write.

“y/n right?” he whispers closely to your ear, making you scoot away, “can you help me solve this?”

“no i can’t” you smile sarcastically, “maybe if you’d pay attention you would know.” you finish writing the answer as you place the cap back onto the marker, walking back to your seat. he smirks at your interaction, writing his solution on the whiteboard. okay, so he did know how to solve the equation? he just asked me for fun i guess. you internally groan, realizing that chaewon was right, you truly were jay’s new target.

003 THE PARTY

friday rolled around more quickly than you would like. you told your parents previously that you were going to sleep over at chaewon’s house, and luckily they allowed it. so, you grabbed your makeup bag and everything you needed to stay the night, (including some medicine in case chaewon got a hangover). you wave goodbye to your parents when you see chaewon’s car parked outside your house. as you head to her house, you start to regret even agreeing to her deal. was a week’s worth of coffee really worth going to some stupid fuck-boys party? it was already too late when you started to put on your makeup, deciding to have some slightly brighter eyeshadow than your usual going-out look.

“no one will notice my eyeshadow, right? i feel like it’s kind of bright.” you turn to face chaewon, who’s picking an outfit out for the both of you.

she scans your eyes, stopping with an outfit in her hands.

“put more on your left eye, to balance it out.” she replies, laying out the clothes on her bed.

you touch up your eye, adding your eyeliner and some lip tint to your lips as you turn to see all the outfit options.

“ta-daa~ do you like these?” she gives you jazz hands, picking the clothes up and imagining they’re on you. in the end, you both chose the outfit with the skirt rather than the dresses. chaewon picked out her outfit, and you both left the house. luckily, chaewon’s parents were taking a vacation somewhere for a week. you two sang your hearts out, laughing at whatever joke you guys made, or every time one of your voices would crack or sing completely wrong. you thought you enjoyed the ride more than whatever the party had to offer, (which wasn’t much).

you could hear the music booming once you entered the small neighborhood. it played softly as you entered, soon becoming much louder as chaewon parked her car. when you finally exited the car and entered the house, you felt like you could go blind from the rainbow lights moving around as you and chaewon tried to navigate your way through the dancing crowd and to the kitchen where all the drinks are. you enter the kitchen, which happens to be much less crowded than the living room.

“it’s so loud in here, why would you bring me here?” you joke, projecting your voice as she shrugs.

“whatever! but i’m going to go find yeonjun, bye! don’t take drinks from anyone!” she yells much louder than you did, walking away and trying to spot her familiar ‘friend’.

you groan, she said she wasn’t going to leave me here. you decide to get a drink, looking at each bottle to find your favorite one. soon, you turn one to see the words “sparkling apple cider”; you smile, grabbing the drink and pouring it into your own.

“not a drinker?”

you turn to see the infamous jay park next to you again.

“not really no, someone has to drive home, and i just really like apple cider,” you take a small sip of the carbonated drink, feeling the fizzy feeling in your throat. jay pours himself some apple cider, looking up while drinking it.

“yeah, i enjoy sparkling apple cider a lot too, i don’t really like the taste of any alcoholic drinks too much, i only really take shots, unlike my friends.” he chuckles at his sentence, sneakily placing his hand on your waist, looking slightly down at you. you slightly flinch at the contact, taking another sip of the cider to cover your reddening cheeks.

you hum, acknowledging his sentence, he continues. “you look nice in that skirt, you should wear it more often.” he flashes you a wink, to which you roll your eyes.

“maybe i’ll wear them less then,” you answer, escaping from his grasp; you grab the bottle of apple cider again and pouring more for yourself. he smirks at the scene, leaving you confused.

“what’s so funny about me pouring apple cider?” you defend yourself, giving him a confused look.

“nothing, you just pour it weirdly, honey.” he flashes you a smile, pushing back his hair.

“don’t call me that, and i’m just pouring it? what’s the difference?” you ask, bewildered by what he said.

“i’ll show you, can you pour it for me?” he hands you his cup, gesturing you to give him some.

“is this a trick for me to pour your drink for you?”

“just do it apple,” he chuckles at your accusation. you place the cup down and pick up the bottle with both hands.

“apple? why that nickname?” you ask, pouring some cider into his plastic cup.

“isn’t it obvious? you love apple cider so much so why can’t it?”

jay notices how you didn’t exactly deny his request for a nickname. apple it is, he thinks as you roll your eyes and place the bottle down, turning to face him. “what is so wrong with how i pour the drink?”

“here let me show you.” he grabs your hand, guiding it with his hands on your own, tilting both items towards each other. letting the bottle spill out into the cup.

“that way, there are fewer bubbles on the top babe,” he continues, taking yet another gulp of his apple cider.

“i-i’ll make sure to wash my hands after this.” you try to make a rude remark back at him without sounding flustered.

he feels giggly at your flustered state. wait, what is wrong with him? he softly lifts your chin to face him, a teasing smile evident on his face.

“why so flustered apple?”

he stares at you, waiting for your answer.

“what?”

“i said,” he maintains eye contact with you, “why-”

“y/n!” you quickly push jay away from you, turning your head to see eunbi, waving at you. you wave back, smiling at her. next to her, was hyun-woo, you noticed he had been trying to keep eye contact with you, which you avoided.

“i love your skirt y/n! where’d you get it?” she checks you out, grabbing whatever clean cup was near to pour herself a drink. you give a knowing look to jay smiling at her.

“i actually have no idea,” you chuckle, “i’m wearing chaewon’s clothes because i had nothing to wear, but i can ask her for you! she might be a little busy with yeonjun though.”

she pats your shoulder, “it’s okay hun! i’ll ask her later, but it was nice talking to you! come on hyun-woo let’s go back to the dance floor.” she grabs his arm walking away. you let out a sigh of relief, forgetting jay was there.

“i told you that skirt looked good on you.” he confidently adds, putting your hair behind your ear.

“it’s different when it comes from the school's heartbreaker, you should know that with your reputation and all.” instead of being offended, he looks at you in a flirty manner.

“and what do you know about my reputation?”

“i know you’re probably toying with me right now like you’ve done with countless of girls, yet somehow you have a bunch of fangirls waiting in line for their chance,” you pick at your skin, watching as the skin turns a dark shade of red.

he’s almost stunned at your reply, sure he did have a pretty bad reputation with girls, but since when was he that easy to read?

you acknowledge his silence, nodding in acceptance. walking away from the conversation before it could get any worse. he's tempted to follow you before he sees you walking up to chaewon, begging to go home. however, yeonjun and chaewon insist that you two would stay, as the party hasn’t even started yet. you were stubborn as always, walking outside, sitting on the edge of the sidewalk, and waiting for chaewon to leave. jay almost thanks yeonjun, for making you stay longer. this way, it would be easier for hyun-woo to spot you two together again. making jay’s job even easier.

he starts thinking of what to say, to maybe change your view of him. so he stands in the doorway, he notices how you shiver in the cold, but you ignore it, putting all your focus on stopping your finger from bleeding more.

jay gracefully takes off his jacket, walks over to you, and places it on your shoulders, you pause the round you were playing, looking at him in annoyance. you take off his jacket, placing it back in his hands.

“i don’t need your jacket, i’m fine.”

jay continues your previous conversation, handing back his jacket and firmly placing his arm around your shoulder, so you wouldn’t take it off.

“what could i do to prove i’m not trying to break your heart?” jay asks, trying his best to look saddened at what you had said earlier.

this time you’re the one left stunned, however, you quickly pick yourself back up, “by leaving me alone,” you answer, continuing the game you had just paused.

he chuckles at your response, leaning towards you, “you know i can’t do that apple.” he flirtatiously replies. you for the nth time that day, roll your eyes at him. you scoot away from him, coming up with a bright idea.

“then can you take me to chaewon’s house then? i am so sick of this party.” jay smirks at your reply.

“are you sure i’m the one who wants to hook up with you so bad?” he gets up, grabbing his key, “but yeah, i’ll drive you to her house.”

you smile at him, texting chaewon that somebody offered to take you home and that she’d have fun. Then jay leads you to his car, making some small talk on the way. he opens your door for you, letting you in. “wow, what a gentleman.” you sarcastically say, stepping into the car. he just smiles.

“just trying to prove that i’m not trying to break your heart.”

in his car, he luckily had a bandage, which you gladly accepted.

while he was driving, jay almost felt bad he was playing you. i mean you had just broken up with hyun-woo weeks ago, or was it months ago? whatever, it’s not like i care. he thought as he stopped at the red light. he looked over at you, smiling while watching whatever was outside the window. he turned back to the road, ignoring the sinking feeling in his stomach as he listened to your directions.

“oh! take a left at the next light.”

he nods, and the lights turn green. his car blends in with the crowd by keeping up with the pace. jay places his right hand on your thigh. he notices how your legs tense at the feeling, slowly relaxing.

jay usually never made the first moves, usually, the girl made the first moves and he played along with it. he didn’t seem to realize why he was so consistent with you. usually, if the girl left, or played hard to get, he gave up on her. for the reason that he could always find another girl. this is to get back at hyun-woo. he thought. but did hyun-woo really deserve this? jay definitely thought he did.

he remembered how distraught he was when hyun-woo was chosen by the coach to be captain of the rugby team. not that he was a bad player or he was a sore loser, but jay thought that hyun-woo was such a stuck-up, which was probably why he was chosen to be captain. the whole team truly believed jay would get the role. he always knew how to pull the team together and get them to play their best. hyun-woo however, always seemed to bring the mood down. after hyun-woo started to continuously mock jay for not getting captain, he knew that his time with that team was over. so he left. even now, a majority of the team still talks to jay, the few who he was close to, told him that hyun-woo was always talking shit about him.

he didn’t care at first. it’s not like it’ll do anything to my reputation. he assured himself, continuing to ignore every time he was told hyun-woo said that stuff. but when sunoo told him hyun-woo felt guilty for breaking your heart and how he only dated you because of a bet. jay knew he had to take the opportunity and seize the girl. he didn’t think this would backfire on him feeling guilt. but here he was, driving you home from a party he desperately wanted to stay at.

you remember suddenly why you were so warm inside and outside the car, you quickly take his jacket off placing it in the middle of your seat.

“you can return it to me on monday, just in case you get cold over the weekend” he sends you a flirty smile, quickly turning back to the road.

“are you sure? i mean it looks pretty expensive, and it seems special since it had your initials on it.” you flip the jacket around, showcasing to him the large letters spelling P.J.

“yeah, i’m sure.”

“and if you’re fangirls see me with your jacket, they’ll go crazy and think we’re dating! i don’t want that, so please take it.” you almost beg, holding the jacket near his shoulder.

“why would they think we’re dating?”

“oh, i don’t know. maybe it’s because your initials are on the back of it? and you’re in the rugby team and it says decelis rugby team under it?” you sarcastically answer.

“well i’m not on the team anymore, but also it could stand for peanut butter and jelly for all they know. so who cares?” he chuckles at his own joke, as you look at him in disgust.

you wonder if hyun-woo would care, hopefully, he did. hyun-woo had always been a jealous man. well, he might’ve been faking it for all you know, he was faking it the whole relationship, why would that be different? you quickly pull yourself together, responding to jay’s joke. “very funny. take a right at the light then turn left on the first turn.” you almost forget your job, quickly directing him the right way and placing the jacket on your lap.

he nods, moving through the road until you spot chaewon’s familiar brown house. you point at it, “that’s hers,” you say, as he pulls into the driveway.

you exit the car and wave goodbye as he drives away. you look at your hand and realize, shit, you’re holding his jacket. you must’ve picked it up when getting out of the car. damn it! now you have to deal with jay, one more time.

004 TEARS

when you had gotten onto chaewon’s bed after washing up, you couldn’t but feel saddened by the deja vu you were experiencing.

every second you were talking to him, you were reminded of hyun-woo.

his flirty words, his smirk, his infamous charming smile, his party boy persona. all lead you back to hyun-woo.

all jay did was remind you of hyun-woo.

you don’t even know when you had fallen so deeply for hyun-woo. maybe it was because he noticed things nobody else did. maybe it was because of his stupid smile. his stupid smile that made you fall in love.

when you got to the party you two were meeting at and he drunkenly admitted to the bet he had made, you knew you should’ve listened to what everyone had said, to what chaewon said. chaewon was always right. and you should’ve known that.

so with tears slowly trickling down your face, you opened his contact. looking through old text messages since you didn’t dare to text him. you ignored the ones where you were arguing since they weren’t the most comforting. but the more you read, the more blurry your eyes got.

deciding it was time for you to go to sleep, you roll over plugging in your phone charger and staring at the ceiling of chaewon’s room.

005 CONFRONTATION

the monday of, you believed the math gods were testing you every day. who decided to make you take calculus and then put jay park in my class? if you could ask your homeroom teacher to change your schedule, you would do it in a heartbeat, if he wasn’t creepy. but that's beside the point, whatever curse was placed on you, it was working.

you sit down in your usual seat. doing your usual routine as eunbi sits behind you. you turn around, feeling bad she always started the conversations.

“hi eunbi! did you have fun at the party?” you ask, knowing she probably loved it much more than you.

“yeah i did!” she leans towards you, quieting down “you know the guy i was with? hyun-woo?” you nod, praying that they didn’t do much together. “i made out with him.” she giggles at her sentence, as your face falls, quickly changing it to a smile, “congrats girl!” you clap a little bit for her, “i thought you were already dating, to be honest.” you didn’t think that, but it wouldn’t hurt to be nice sometimes.

“i wish, i have such a huge crush on him. what about you? do you have a crush on anyone? i won’t tell anyone i promise!” she pulls out her pinky, you don’t bring yours, as you don’t have a secret to tell. you glance at jay walking in, and eunbi’s eyes follow yours.

“you have a crush on jay park?” she whispers shouts, looking at you in disbelief.

“no!” you quickly exclaim, earning the stares of classmates around you, you apologize, quickly immersing yourself back into the conversation.

“i literally don’t even like him-”

“who don’t you like apple?” of course, jay joins your conversations, moving the seat next to you to sit down. you glare at him, “why are you even here? go sit at your seat.” you signal him to move away, to which he doesn’t listen. “well you have my jacket don’t you, princess?” eunbi watches the scene in shock as you pull out his jacket from your bag, handing it to him. “don’t call me that, i barely even know you,” you add, zipping up your bag.

“it won’t be like that for long, i'm sure,” he replies, moving the chair back as he sits in his assigned seat. eunbi, still in shock from the scene, hits you on the shoulder.

“what was that y/n?” she covers her mouth with her hand, laying her other hand on your shoulder. you hear the bell ring, meaning your conversation is over, “i’ll tell you later,” you whisper to her, turning to face the front.

when you told eunbi you would be telling her later, you didn’t mean her and chaewon. chaewon was waiting for you outside your class like always, when eunbi asked what happened between you and jay as you passed by the doorway she knew she had to join in.

“wait so jay did what?” chaewon asks, almost disappointed.

“while you were busy dancing your ass off with yeonjun, i was talking to jay in the kitchen and he kept flirting with me so i told him i knew he was playing with me and left. then i went to you and ya know, asked to go home. you declined so i went outside and sat on the sidewalk. he followed me outside and was like what can i do to prove i’m not playing you,” eunbi snickers at your imitation of him, as chaewon nods, letting you keep talking.

“and i guess he noticed i was cold so he gave me his jacket. anyways, i was like leave me alone and he was like no! so i was like okay can you drive me to your house?” you point to chaewon, so they know whose house it was. “and he did, and i tried to return the jacket and he was like no keep it and i was like no! but i accidentally brought it out of the car so i returned it to him today.” you finally finish, taking a deep breath.

“also chaewon you forgot my coffee today.”

“y/n, i told you to stay away from him! not ask him to drive you home!” chaewon disappointedly mentions, as you roll your eyes.

“that wouldn't've happened if you drove me home!” you counter, as eunbi watches the scene unfold.

“hey why don’t you give jay a chance? he might’ve changed his ways.” eunbi suggests, shrugging at your little argument.

“eunbi, we’re talking about jay park here. he wouldn't randomly just change his ways because of one girl.” you mention, reminding yourself of hyun-woo.

“you never know! maybe he will!” eunbi argues.

“yeah right, eunbi” you almost scoff.

006 ONE CHANCE

when you finally lie down after getting home, you feel a little vibration coming from your phone. you look at the notification, thinking it was a text from chaewon or eunbi, you open it.

unknown

hi apple, this is jay. are you free this saturday?

read 3:24pm

you

how’d you get my number?

jay

i have my ways 😉

are you free?

you

i am,,, i think, why?

jay

because i want to take you out

you

jay

we can go to the drive in, watch the movie yk

you

what movie?

jay

spirited away

you

jay

cmon it’s just one date

you

whatever

jay

i’ll pick you up at 7 apple ;)

read 3:32

the fact you knew you were going on that date almost infuriated you. it’s like you were begging for another hyun-woo situation. you didn’t want to say this was different, but something about it was. you had heard that jay doesn’t make first moves, so why was he so keen on you? what was so different about you that he wanted?

you couldn’t think of anything, nothing really made you special from anyone else, and you were fine with that.

but maybe, you could give jay a chance, just one.

007 THE DATE

the week felt much quicker knowing your date was on saturday, not like that was a good thing. you weren’t sure how you felt about the ‘giving jay a chance’ thing, but if this date goes well, hopefully, you wouldn’t be as opposed to it as you are now.

you looked in the mirror, deciding on your outfit. which took a lot longer than necessary. after about ten minutes, you chose your outfit, sprayed on some perfume, and packed things in your purse. the familiar sound of your phone vibrating filled the room, as you checked your messages, seeing that jay was outside your house. you rushed to the front door, carefully putting on your shoes and locking the door. in your driveway, you spot jay inside his familiar black car. you stepped inside, placing your bag on your lap.

“hi apple,” he smiles at you, backing out of the driveway, “you look nice,” he says, looking through the back window.

“thank you.” you return his smile, picking at the skin on your fingernails. he quickly notices, grabbing your hands and encasing it in his.

your face turns warm, as jay keeps his eyes on the road. “stop picking at your hands, i don’t have enough bandages for you.”

you side-eye him, turning to the window, watching each tree and car as they pass by. “have you watched spirited away before?” you ask, keeping your head facing the window,

he brushes your hand with his thumb, “i have when i was younger, i haven’t watched it for a while though.” he replies, turning the steering wheel to the left.

“i’m so excited to watch it!” you squeal, letting your excitement out. he chuckles, slightly turning down the music he played.

he turns into an open field, with a huge screen at the end of it, he continues to drive forward to find a spot and parks as carefully as he can, to help others park near him too.

he glances at you, then your lips only for a second, and looks back to your eyes. he leans forward as you stay frozen. was he trying to kiss you? right now? you want to move but you can’t. almost like your waist is frozen as you look at him with wide eyes.

he quickly grabs a bag behind your seat, looking in the bag with his infamous smirk. you try to ignore that trick, looking in the bag which is filled with snacks. you look up at him, asking for permission to take one, he nods, a smirk turning into a smile as you look through the (many) options he brought. noticing he brought your favorite, you take it, open it, and pop one into your mouth.

“thank you,” you say, taking another one.

he opens his bag, looking at you “you’re welcome, the cashier thought i was buying snacks for a party.”

“well, you didn’t have to buy so many snacks! you would’ve saved money if you had just asked me what i wanted,” you argue, looking at the filled grocery bag.

“well, spending money isn’t a problem when it’s for you.”

“yeah okay,” you turn your head to the window, whatever car had driven in suddenly seeming more interesting than the conversation you guys were having.

he almost giggles at your fake obliviousness, a toothy smile spreading on his face as he glances at the screen, looking for the countdown.

“the movie starts in under a minute, hope you aren’t looking to your side the whole time.”

“why would i be looking at you?” you scoff, shuffling around to comfortably sit as a yawn comes out of you.

“that’s not what i meant,” he teasingly adds, placing his arm back onto your thigh, leaning towards you.

“okay then what did you-” you quickly get interrupted when the countdown on the screen ends, starting the movie (idk how drive in theaters work). “nevermind,” you give in, leaning your arm on the side of the car as you prop your hand up to keep your head up. around halfway into the movie, your drowsiness slowly takes hold of you putting you to sleep.

008 DROWSINESS

you didn’t think you were that tired once you got there to the drive-in, but something about jay must’ve put you to sleep like a baby because why had you woken up in front of your house, on jay’s shoulder?

“when did we get here?” you mumble, sitting up and stretching your arms.

his eyes soften at your slightly messed up hair, barely being able to keep yourself awake.

“i just parked, you missed the whole movie,” he replies, turning towards you.

“what!” you exclaim, “but i was so excited to watch spirited away!” you complain, a pout forming on your face.

“so excited to watch the movie you fell asleep yeah?”

“shut up, i was tired!” you argue, grabbing your purse and opening the door to leave, “thank you for taking me, i had fun.” you blurt out, a red tint appearing on your face.

“i did too,” he smiles warmly at you, waving goodbye as you close the door and enter your house.

009 JAY’S DILEMMA

jay wasn’t usually one to fall in love he wasn’t one at all. every girlfriend he had, every situationship he had. never even came close to what falling in love was. jay wasn’t one to worry too much about a lot of things. but one thing he did care a lot about was his reputation. if he wasn’t able to make you fall in love with him. then he would be claimed as a homewrecker even if he didn’t even like you. but that’s not the point jay was trying to make.

the point was he could never get you out of his head. whether it would be a math question he was having trouble solving or even some of sunghoon’s arrogant comments, everything reminded him of you. jay never had this problem before. he never really cared about his old relationships, until you came in. messing up jay’s whole heartbreaker persona, with only him knowing.

jay still didn’t know what he felt for you on the drive home after dropping you off.

jay still didn’t know what he felt for you when he was laying in bed thinking at ungodly hours.

jay still didn’t know what he felt for you when you waved at him the monday after your date, which he waved back.

jay still didn’t know what he felt for you when he walked into your shared math class, watching you excitedly talk to eunbi about whatever.

he had embarrassed himself during the period because he was too busy with the thought of dating you, would he like that? would he like you to kiss him on the cheek or maybe on the lips? jay thought his answer was no.

but deep down, he knew it was yes.

but he would never admit that at least not to you.

010 LOVE

by now, jay had taken you on several dates throughout december to january. whether it would be studying, ice cream dates, or even museum dates. whatever date idea there was, he probably had done it. but one date he was saving for the big question, was a walk. late at night, with the moon shining brightly above the both of you, and only you two.

you two had already decided to meet at the closest park to your house. which he said was fine since it was the closest to his. he parked his car in a hidden spot, and walked to the swings, sitting down and rocking his legs slightly.

when he saw you excitedly walking towards him, he smiled.

this time, jay knew what he felt for you.

he didn’t have a simple crush or attraction towards you.

love is what he felt towards you.

love.

this wasn’t supposed to happen, but deep down, he knew all along.

love is what he felt when you walked side by side, talking about whatever came to mind.

love is what he felt when you stopped to take a picture of the moon, as he stopped to secretly take a photo of you.

love is what he felt when he asked you to be his girlfriend, to which you had said yes.

love is what he felt when you cuddled into his arm when you were cold.

love is what he felt when you stopped to tie his shoe.

jay’s night was filled with love. and so was yours.

jay hoped it would be like that forever.

011 BUS STATION

it had been two months since he asked you out. and since then he was always asking you to go to parties with him. this time, he asked for you to go to jungwon’s birthday party the following saturday (which was tomorrow).

you hesitate as always, declining to go, opting for a cuddle session in your room.

“apple, please! just for one of my closest friends!” he sulks, as he walks you to the bus stop you share.

he knows you can’t say no to him. which he always uses to his benefit.

“they’ll be some sparkling apple cider there, i know you don’t get to drink that a lot.” he confidently raises his eyebrows, trying to get something out of you.

you look back at him, putting on your pretend thinking face, “hmmm, maybe, i’ll think about it.”

he gives you a quick peck on the lips, to which your hands suddenly become jittery. “fine.” you mumble, looking away. he giggles, wrapping his arm around your waist, keeping you close as you continue to walk towards the bus station.

when you finally got there you quickly ran to the convenience store right next to the stop with jay. buying snacks as quickly as you could before running back out, not wanting to miss the bus.

that was a routine you two always had, and never had you missing the bus. you two proudly ate your snacks as the bus started to move. another routine you two had was jay giving you one of his airpods, to which you accepted listening to the cheesy love songs he enjoyed.

when you had gotten to your stop you two had both gotten up, hands intertwined as you exited the bus, turning the way to your neighborhood. you had stopped in place when you noticed apple cider by beabadoobee was playing.

“this doesn’t sound like the kind of songs you listen to. how do you know about beabadoobee?” you ask curiously.

“i don’t,” he answers honestly, before continuing, “i was looking at your playlist and i saw this song. and since it was called apple cider i decided to play it since you know, apple cider is kind of your thing.”

your smile grows, as you look at him with soft eyes, “then i decided to look at the lyrics, and it reminded me of us.”

if you weren’t blushing before, you were a flaming tomato now, butterflies erupted in your stomach as you try to keep your cool and keep walking, to which he noticed (but he didn’t say anything.)

when you had finally made it yourself you had given him a quick kiss goodbye, as he drove off to his house.

later you decided to facetime him to pick an outfit for you. which he did and stayed on call until hours on end. the call ended when you fell asleep, and jay hung up, letting himself get some sleep too.

012 APPLE CIDER

when you two arrived at the party it seemed much more sweaty than you had expected, the smell of weed and alcohol filled the air as you navigated your way to wish the birthday boy a happy birthday,

jay had finally spotted him in the living room, squeezing your hand and walking towards him.

“happy birthday jungwon!” you exclaim, projecting your voice over the speakers.

jay gives jungwon a side hug wishing him a happy birthday too.

“thank you for coming!” he points to a hallway, “drinks are over there, and jay, do you wanna play beer pong? losers have to take a shot after each round.” he grins at him, as jay looks at you for approval. you nod, as he smiles back at you. jay turns back to jungwon with a smile on his face.

“yeah for sure! uh let me get a drink first with y/n,” he tells jungwon, jungwon nods sending you two off to the kitchen.

when you walk into the kitchen you both grab a cup, you fill yours with sparkling apple cider as always, filling jay’s cup too.

“guess you listened to my pouring advice didn’t you?” he asks as you hand him his drink.

“i listen to all your advice.”

“but that was before we started dating,” he adds, you roll your eyes, handing him his drink and heading back to the living room to watch them play.

the teams were revealed as jay and jungwon teamed up versus heeseung and sunoo, you weren’t paying attention to any other games.

heeseung and sunoo had lost miserably, taking 5/5 shots. which was definitely too much alcohol for sunoo’s system.

sunoo seemed to be blabbering nonsense, as you and jay tried to bring him up to jungwon’s bedroom, where he could get some rest.

“ya know what jay once saidd,'' his voice came out slurred, as he stumbled after each step he took. jay looks at him confused.

“what did jay say?” you asked amused, hoping you would get some kind of blackmail against him.

“he saidd that he waz going to make you fall in love with him-” he trips with jay barely catching him.

“so he could get back on hyun-woo,”

“what?” you ask, looking at jay’s face worriedly.

sunoo’s drunk, you assure yourself. not capable of thinking straight at all.

“come on, let’s get you to bed,” jay responds, opening the door to jungwon’s room and laying him down on the bed.

don’t do this to me jay, not again. you worry, exiting the room and letting him fall asleep. jay looks at you anxious about what to say.

silence fills the hallway. you try to analyze his face to see some sort of innocence in his expression.

he didn’t seem to start talking, so you did, “was what sunoo said true? was i just your girlfriend so you could get back at hyun-woo and that stupid grudge you had against him?” your fingers automatically start picking near the nail bed.

he sighs in defeat, “look, yes you were but let me explain-”

“no! you don’t get to explain because you’ve been playing me for two months! two fucking months i could’ve spent with someone who actually loved me.” you argue, as he looks at you with guilt.

“i do love you apple! i swear-”

“if you loved me why didn’t you tell me earlier? I'm sure we would’ve resolved it by now instead of keeping it from me and letting me run along all oblivious to your plan.” you scoff, trying to head back downstairs.

the wound on your finger just seems to grow with each step you take, the red liquid slowly covering the new injury.

“apple please let me explain-”

you face him again, “did you not feel any guilt keeping this from me? every date we went on, every kiss we shared, was that all because of a stupid revenge plan? were you faking it throughout this whole relationship?” your lips quiver, as you prayed and prayed he would say the right thing.

but for some reason, he's frozen. like his world has stopped and so has he.

he knows he loves you and he knows he wasn’t faking it. so why was he blanking now?

you nod, wiping your tears away, wincing at the soreness of your picked finger as you leave that cursed hallway, heading to the stairwell.

“i don’t even get a goodbye?” was he serious right now?

you turn around, “jay, i was just told you dated me to get back on hyun-woo, do you think you deserve fucking goodbye?” you scoff, “honestly, i don’t even know why i gave you a chance,” and with that, you walked down the stairs, your legs slumping after each step.

you should have known, was all you could think. you should have known at the first party when he was shamelessly flirting with you. you should’ve learned that when you cried because he reminded you of hyun-woo. you should’ve known when he confidently asked you on that date. you should’ve known because chaewon warned you.

you should’ve known because it was all the same.

the flirting, the dates, the guy, and the breakup.

you grab your forgotten drink, throwing it in the trash, as you ask eunbi to drive you home.

eunbi had always been by your side. and you were always by hers. you two got so close that when you told her about hyun-woo, she immediately blocked him, and continued supporting you for which you were ever so grateful.

eunbi hurriedly rushes you to her car after seeing your messed up mascara, helping you get in.

“what happened?” eunbi asks once you're both settled, handing you tissues from the glove compartment and rubbing your shoulder.

“he dated me because he had a grudge against hyun-woo.”

“he what?” she exclaims, mouth hanging open.

i know,” you sniffle, trying to wipe away the tears coming down.

“i’m so sorry honey,” she mutters.

you don’t even want to hear any nicknames again, you don’t want to hear any “sorrys”. all you wanted was to be home.

why was it always you? why did you always have to be played? what was so bad about you that people just needed to break your heart? maybe jay would know, or hyun-woo.

“isn’t it crazy?” you laugh through your blocked nose, “is what crazy?” eunbi asks.

“this all started because i chose some dumb apple cider as a drink.”

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rating south park characters on the hugs they give

1st is of course, Butters.

Butters would give the softest hugs imaginable. Hugs are his go to comfort method, and they’re his favorite method of being comforted. As a kid his hugs are probably extremely tight and full of love. You can basically feel it radiating off of him. As a teenager the hugs become less, because I do headcanon he becomes an angrier teenager. He has his small group of friends but he secludes himself. When he does get hugged, he just starts crying at that point. He believes nobody could ever love him enough to actually give him hugs. So when it does happen it’s very special for him. Likewise for the opposite. When he’s giving hugs, it’s rare, but sweet. It starts off looser but then eventually he just starts holding that person with all the strength he has.

2nd would probably be Cartman, shockingly

I only give him this ranking because I feel like if he DOES genuinely care about someone…which he probably never would…he would likely end up giving good hugs. He gives bear hugs, as a kid and as a teenager. Hes soft. Hes VERY soft. Usually the only things he hugs are his mom or his stuffed animals. But his hugs are nearly bone crushing. He would smother the person he’s hugging, either out of malice or out of place of somewhat genuine care. And honestly he probably would smell good. He has good hygiene because his mom probably taught him at a young age. Plus he loves bubble baths lol-anyway. He probably has cheesy poifs stains on his hands but that’s the extent. He gives alright hugs. But it’s rare-VERY rare to receive one. unless you’re a stuffed animal or his mom you likely never will

3rd goes to Kenny

Kenny would give genuinely good hugs. Not perfect. but pretty good. He’s probably really dirty-he’s got dust and rat shit on his parka. but if you really want a hug, he’ll give you one. (He’d probably take off his parka tho). I feel like he’s really lanky, so he just wraps his long ass arms around the person being hugged. His hugs usually start off with his arms just barely grazing the person, but after a moment he suddenly just yanks them into his chest/ He’s not very soft. He doesn’t really have any muscle or fat to soften the hug (at least not as a kid-I like to hdc that Kyle and Butters take notice of how thin Kenny is and how little food he eats and they bring him double lunches at school, and he goes to Kyle’s house to shower. Butters would probably get grounded for letting him in without permission) But as a teenager, he actually gets some muscle and skin on his bones, so his hugs are a lot softer. And tighter. He just presses his body against the person being hugged.

4th goes to Kyle.

I love Kyle. I really do. But I feel like he would either be WAY too rough when it comes to hugging or he’s way too soft. Like he’s barely even touching you and his arm is basically slung over your shoulder. But once he gets it just right, he actually does give very good hugs. Especially to Ike. He isn’t very soft. He’s quite solid. (Like in the way that if you throw him at a glass window he would most definitely shatter it) He’s what I like to call a Goldilocks hugger. He’s either way too hard or way too soft. Because he figures different people like different amounts of pressure. Ike likes really tight hugs while his mom’s back would probably break if he hugged her as tight as he did Ike. Hes kinda awkward about it at first if he doesn’t know you but he will (maybe slightly begrudgingly) hug you while slowly hugging tighter and tighter while repeatedly asking ‘this good?’ It isn’t out of a place of ‘I don’t want you near me” as much as it is “I don’t wanna hurt you and I don’t want you to be dissatisfied with my hug’. He’s like this as a kid and a teenager. But his hugs were softer as a kid. He’s kinda built as a teenager lol

5th is Stan.

I’m sort. But Stan would not give good hugs. ‘Nuff said

#i’m sorry for nothing for stan #i’m doing this on the bus and i have no time for him lol #skipper speaks #south park #eric cartman #stan marsh #kyle broflovski #kenny mccormick #butters stotch

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glitterslittleuniverse · 8 months

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Not without you (part 2)

Summery: Seungcheol reveals the bad news to Haerim.

Warning: Crying :( (might be badly written, that’s a warning)

Year: 2014

Note: I got annoyed with this sitting in my drafts so I decided to just go ahead and finish it. It might be a bit messy towards the end but anyways here’s part 2 hehe. I hope you like it and don’t forget I always appreciate your comments and feedback:)

part 1

Today was a good day for Haerim. She had woken up at her usual time, made breakfast with Jun, had vocal and dance lessons during the day, had lunch with Joshua and Jihoon, beat Soonyoung at arm wrestling and the group practice that evening went smoothly. The one thing that threw her off about today was the fact Seungcheol was invited to a meeting with the CEO without her. She tried not to let it bother her to much and continued with the day like nothing happened. It must not have been that important if Mr Han only wanted to see one of them and she knew Seungcheol would tell her if it was something important. When he returned to the practice room after the meeting he didn’t say anything to her so she assumed it was nothing major. There was nothing to worry about.

Only hours later when everyone was back at the dorm and settling down for the night did Seungcheol approach her.

“Hey,” he called to her, getting her attention immediately. “Would you like to go for a walk?”

Haerim was a little confused by his sudden request. “Now? It’s late, everyone’s going to bed and we should too.”

“Please Haerim.” There was a hint of urgency in his voice. Taking a closer look at her friend she could see the anxiousness in his eyes. She sighed and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Let me get my jacket.” She said before making her way to her room. She heard Seungcheol’s quiet ‘okay’ from behind her. Reaching her room she hastily grabbed her jacket and her cap getting the attention of the three girls in the room.

“Where are you going Unnie?” Yejin asked sleepily from her bed.

“I’m going for a walk with Seungcheol. We won’t be long.” she replied. Heading out the door again she turned back to the girls. “Good night.”

Seungcheol was waiting for her by the door. He seemed to be lost in thought, staring at his shoes and didn’t hear her approaching. She softly called his name to get his attention. He jumped slightly and looked up at her quickly before reaching for the door handle. “Let’s go.” he said, opening the door and ushering Haerim through the doorway.

“What’s up with you? Why are you so jumpy tonight?” Haerim questioned him, finding his behavior a little strange.

“It’s nothing.” he said. “I think I’m just tired, that’s all.”

That was a terrible excuse but she didn’t say anything. The way he refused to look her in the eyes worried her. He only does that when there’s something he has to tell her but is afraid to. What could it be? Could it be about the meeting earlier? Suddenly Haerim felt nervous. If Seungcheol felt the need to get her out of the dorm away from the other members, it must be bad news. Not able to bear the tension she grabbed Seungcheol’s arm, stopping him in his tracks.

“What is it Cheol? If there’s something you have to tell me just tell me!”

Seungcheol looked like a deer caught in headlights. He should have known Haerim would catch on. But he wasn’t ready. All evening he’d been stressing over how he should break the news to her, going over what he would say and cursing the CEO for being a coward and not telling her himself. Poor Seungcheol could feel Haerim’s eyes burning holes into him as he tried to regain his composer.

“Let’s find somewhere we can talk.” He said. Taking the hand that she grabbed his arm with in his, he lead her to a nearby park. Haerim followed behind still nervous and confused.

The park was empty on the late, cold night. Finding a bench in sit on, the two friends sat beside each other in silence. It was an unusual, uncomfortable silence as Seungcheol tried his best to figure out the right words to say while Haerim waited anxiously for him to say something, anything. Sighing he turned to her.

“I had a meeting with Mr Han today,” he started. “He wanted to talk about Project Seventeen.” Haerim nodded, so this was about the meeting today. She didn’t say anything and waited for him to continue. “I’m sure you’ve been wondering why you didn’t go too.”

“Yes.” she answered shortly.

“I’m sorry Haerim, believe me I wish you were there. I...” he trailed off, looking away from her. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

She almost couldn’t hear the last part that he whispered under his breath but she did. “What are you saying? Seungcheol, what did he say to you?”

He looked back and her and now she could see the tears that had started to fill his eyes. “He said that you and the girls might not be debuting with Seventeen.”

Haerim froze, her breath stuck in her throat. It felt like her heart had stopped in that moment. All she could do was stare at Seungcheol as she took his words in. With a shaky breath she asked “Are you serious?”

“I wish I wasn’t.” The slight crack in Seungcheol’s voice caused tears to well up in Haerim’s eyes as well. Looking away she run her fingers through her hair and tried not to break down in front of her friend.

Seungcheol felt bad. He had been dreading this the moment he heard the words from Mr Han himself. Dreading Haerim’s reaction. He knows how hard she’s worked for this and just how badly she wants it. Although her face was turned away he knew she was fighting back tears.

Haerim let out an exasperated breath. “What do we do Cheol?” Her voice coming out broken from the tears she been trying to keep at bay.

Placing a hand on her shoulder, he spoke softly. “Look at me.”

Slowly Haerim turned to look at her friend, meeting his equally teary eyes. With both his hands on her shoulders he spoke with all the confidents we could muster. “We’ll figurer it out okay, I promise.”

“How do you know?” Never had Haerim felt so powerless. She’s always been so confident, so sure that this was it. This is the group she belongs in, the people she belongs with. Hearing that all that might be taken away was just unbearable to her.

“Because you are one for the most talented, hard working, kindest, most affectionate people I know.” Seungcheol said to her, letting go of her shoulders to take both her hands instead. “And if anyone deserves to debut, it’s you.” He gave her a sad smile before he continued, “If they don’t want you in this group then I won’t debut either.”

His statement left Haerim is shock. “Seungcheol you can’t do that. The boy’s need you.”

“And I need you!” The raised tone in which he spoke clearly surprised Haerim. He was also taken aback by the sudden outburst. “Sorry, it’s just...” He tried to search of a way to explain himself. Haerim squeezed his hands, a silent sign that it was okay and that she understood. This was about much more then Haerim and the girls losing their dream and all they’ve worked so hard for, this was about losing the friendships they’d made along the way.

“I promised myself long ago that I won’t leave anyone behind.” Seungcheol said, looking into her eyes. “I’m keeping that promise and I promise you, Jeon Haerim, I will find a way. I won’t give up on you or the girls.”

His words held so much confidents and certainty it caused the walls to come down, finally letting her tears fall. Seungcheol immediately took his friend into his arms, holding her tightly and letting his own tears fall too.

After they both calmed down they returned to the dorms. Giving each other one last comforting hug they went their separate ways. Entering the room she shared with the three other girls, Haerim looked over their sleeping figures. They all looked so peaceful, so innocent and full of dreams. They’ve worked so hard to get where they are. She’d seen them improve and grow so much. She has so much pride in them for making it so far but now...

“I promise,” she whispered into the quiet room, knowing none of them could hear her. “I won’t let you down.”

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 1 year

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@indynerdgirl requested: numbers 12, 120, 137 from the random prompts list

|| prompt list ||

prompt: "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified." + "Take my jacket, it's cold" + "Do you know how beautiful you are? It's truly distracting."

au: nfl

word count: 3582

warnings: pregnancy, nausea, inaccurate nfl stuff probs, mentions of weight gain due to pregnancy, EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI (pregnancy sex, shower sex, vaginal fingering, unprotected pinv, size kink, nfl jake is 6'4 and HUNG okay)

It was just one of those days. Ronnie knew that. She had them aplenty before she started sleeping with Jake Seresin and let him get her knocked up and before she started living with him like they were just roommates instead of ex-lovers. But all of that made a shit day just a bit more.

The day didn’t even start well.

Stupid pregnancy brain made her forget she was out of her usual decaf coffee. Leaving her tired body without its morning placebo. Then during the offensive meeting, Coach Barton was wearing a new cologne that made her feel on the precipice of throwing up the entire hour. And during the lunch she could no longer stomach due to nausea, the press asked yet again who the father of her baby was. Yet again, she told them as politely as she could to fuck off. Then during actual practice, her players just were not getting the changes they needed to make in order to perform better for the weekend’s game. She wanted to just get out there and demonstrate, but there was no way that was happening at twenty weeks pregnant. So she just had to repeat herself over and over and try not to scream.

And on top of all that, Jake was looking at her like she was a porcelain doll about ready to crack, her entire body felt foreign and achy in one way or another, and one second she felt like crying, the next she wanted to bite her player’s heads off, and the next everything was hilarious.

But she couldn’t let it show that any of it was bothering her. It didn’t matter that she was tired, it didn’t matter that she was pregnant, it didn’t matter that she had about a million excuses to break down and scream and cry. Ronnie was the Tight Ends Coach with the Indianapolis Colts. One of the first female positioned coaches in NFL history. She wasn’t allowed to show weakness.

The media was already chewing her up for getting pregnant. And then stomping all over for refusing to divulge who the father is.

But nobody could know. Nobody could know that it was one of her own players. Nobody could know that she fucked up that badly. She would lose her job, which she was already at risk for anyway.

Ronnie groaned as she lifted her backpack up from her office floor. Baby swirling and kicking around inside her like a pack of butterflies.

But before she could get the bag on her shoulders, Jake entered the room with his own duffle tossed over his shoulder. “Here, lemme get that.”

“I can get my own bag, Seresin,” she grunted back, but before she could protest further he pulled it from her grasp to carry at his side. She stared at the floor, defeated. “Fine.”

“Come on, let’s go.” Jake nodded towards the door.

She followed silently, hand on her bump to try and soothe the baby within. The last thing she needed was a sudden shift and for her to nearly piss her pants. Just the cherry on top of an already shit-cake day. But Ronnie nodded and smiled and said her goodbyes to everyone they passed like nothing was wrong. Then they headed out the doors to the parking lot sprinkled with orange and yellow leaves.

A shiver ran through her as the wind blew around them. “Shit — it got cold.”

“I’ve got a jacket in my bag if you want,” Jake supplied as they walked, already reaching down to unzip his duffle.

“I’m fine,” she replied, “We’re almost to the truck.”

“Gonna be cold in there too, and I don’t wanna listen to you whine.”

There was a joking lilt to his tone, but still, the words stung. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew he meant nothing by it. But the rest of her brain, especially the hormonal part of her brain, couldn’t help but think he was being serious. Maybe she did complain too much.

Ronnie kept a tight lip as she caught the jacket he tossed her and slipped it on. It was huge on her, sleeves going well past her fingertips and the edge touching her mid-thigh. It was easy to forget sometimes, being surrounded by professional football players nearly all her life, just how big Jake was. She knew his stats like the back of her hand. Six foot four, 265 pounds of pure muscle.

265 pounds of pure muscle that thought she complained too much.

Picking up the pace, Ronnie got to the truck first, fingers already poised around the handle to open the passenger door. Hoping that he wouldn’t try to do that stupid Southern boy thing and help her into the truck. Jake didn’t comment as he unlocked it and threw their bags into the bed.

“You okay?” he questioned once he was in the driver’s seat, key turning the ignition.

“Yeah,” she quipped back, taking a deep breath to keep the tears that so desperately wanted to fall at bay. “Just tired. Ready to be at the house.”

He didn’t push it any further.

She just needed to get through the thirty-minute drive home. Then she could jump in the shower and wash away the day. Eat the food she prepped that morning. And then just go to bed. Tomorrow was a brand new day with new chances to not suck entire ass.

And that’s exactly what she did. As soon as she was through the front door she dashed up the stairs, shouting over her shoulder as she went what she was doing.

One of the best features of staying with Jake in his Carmel McMansion was the shower. One of those massive floor-to-ceiling booths the size of a normal person's entire bathroom. Glass on all sides and the showerhead like a waterfall built into the ceiling. In only a minute the spacious bathroom was filled with steam as the water poured down over Ronnie’s naked form.

It felt amazing. Not just cleansing, but purifying. She hummed as she just let the water rain on her, gentle and soothing. The baby moved inside her again and this time it wasn’t a nuisance, it made her smile something small as she put a hand on her belly.

The world may think she was making a huge mistake, but how could she feel the same when she felt so much love for that little bug already?

She reached for her bottle of shampoo — it slipped out of her grasp from the moisture and crashed to the tile with several thuds. A bolt of frustration like white-hot lightning shot through her. Tears suddenly sprung to her eyes. It was okay. It was okay. She just had to pick it up. No use in crying over dropped shampoo.

But when she bent over, she found that she couldn’t. Hand on the glass to support herself she stretched as hard as she could but there was no reaching the bottle. Her belly big and in the way.

The dam broke. The camel’s back caved in.

Ronnie pulled in a sharp breath, trying to hold it in for just a second longer, but she couldn’t. The tears came sudden and fast and overwhelming. Then the tears turned into blubbering — then the blubbering transformd into full on sobs as she held herself up against the glass. Shoulders shaking and breaths ragged and gasping as she cried. And once she started she really couldn’t stop.

Distantly, like she was in an entirely different room of the house, she heard the bathroom door open. Heard Jake call her name. Heard the glass door of the shower open.

Everything snapped back into focus, the sounds of the shower and her sobbing acute in her ears, when she felt Jake’s large hands against her waist. Comfortingly warm, like a mug filled with steaming cocoa after a day spent in the snow.

“Hey, hey, breathe — breathe, Ronnie, it’s okay. It’s okay.”

His voice was deep but sweet as honey in her ear as he pulled her back into the solid wall of his chest. Wet fabric. He hadn’t taken the time to strip before getting into the shower with her.

“No, it’s not! And I know you don’t wanna listen to me whine but I’m gonna do it anyway!” she cried back woefully, then she hiccuped and stuttered her way through all the things that had gone wrong that day before concluding: “And — And I used to have abs and tiny nipples and now every part of me is just huge and it’s all — all your fault!”

Jake chuckled softly behind her. A rumble deep in his chest that was aggravating and calming all at once.

“You’re not huge,” he muttered.

Ronnie sniffed indignantly, tears abated. “Have you seen me? I look hideous.”

His hands hesitated. Then one rough palm slid across her bare, wet skin to cradle her belly. The part of her that, for the most part, he had only ever looked at warily. He never touched. Never asked. And she didn’t mind. He didn’t ask for it, told her explicitly he didn’t want it. But there was some sort of reverent awe in the way his palm moved to hold the lowest part of her bump. Some sort of protectiveness. It made the breath stutter in her lungs despite her sobs having stopped.

“You’re growing a whole ass person, Ronnie, I — that’s amazing. You’re amazing. You can complain all you want. And it’s…It’s fucking distracting how beautiful you are.”

She turned her head to look up at him for the first time. Water dripped off the tip of his nose. Hair damp and darker than its usual blond. His white t-shirt soaked to the skin. And his eyes, green as spring grass, glanced down at her lips. And she looked at his. Pink and parted and she missed them.

Missed him. Missed the way he would hold her and make her feel powerful and tell her quietly in the dark solace of wherever they found themselves that she ruined him. It was in those moments of darkness she knew she had touched him in a way only the sun had ever done before.

Jake leaned down and kissed her softly. So softly. The stubble he grew out between games scratched her chin. He had never been that gentle with her in all her time of knowing him. But it was just like him to deepen it with a big hand encompassing her cheek, her neck. Taking and taking and taking from her till there was nothing left but the feeling of his lips and his tongue as he passed it into her mouth.

Nothing but the ache that pulsed between her thighs.

Backing her up slowly, he pushed until she collided with one of the walls of the shower. Only breaking the kiss for a moment to pull his sopping-wet shirt off and over his head. She grabbed at him greedily, fingers digging into his sides. Pulling him as close as she could get as she whined into his kiss.

“Careful,” Jake panted once he pulled away, hand passing over her bump briefly. “We’ve got precious cargo on board.”

Ronnie whined quietly as she leaned her forehead against his chest. Dragged sloppy kisses against his skin that had him breathing harder with a hand against the tile wall by her head. She flicked her tongue across his nipple and he gasped short and sweet. He always had been so sensitive despite being adamant that he wasn’t. Against the swell of her stomach, she could feel his cock hardening within the soaked fabric of his shorts.

But then his other hand snaked up her side and cupped the weight of one breast in its palm. The rough pad of his thumb passed over her own swollen nipple and she keened. Head thrown back against the tile as she fought the sensitivity, feeling like a live wire was connected directly to her core as she clenched around nothing. He kept going, watching her intently like game day footage, as he circled and pressed and kneaded her soft flesh in his hand. As he gave the same attention to the other.

“J-Jake,” she whined with some feeble attempt to reach around her belly and play with her neglected pussy. “Please — need you.”

He leaned his forehead heavily against her own with a sharp draw of breath. “Fuck. Are you sure?”

There was no going back after this. No redrawing the walls or creating the distance again. This moment before she let him in completely felt final. Heavy. The world on bated breath as brown eyes as tilled earth met the green wheat fields ready to take root. To break down the walls, close the distance — maybe build a home with her instead.

“Please,” she repeated simply and he nodded.

“Okay, okay — I’m gonna take care of you, mama, don’t worry.”

The nickname had her whimpering as he gently urged her to turn around. Hands flat against the cool tile as she listened to his shorts drop to the floor with an unceremonious thlop.

He nudged her legs further apart with his knee. And it surprised her the time and care he was taking. She was so used to his usual way. Fast, dirty, rough, large and overwhelming in the best way possible. But now, now when there was so much between them and there was actually something at stake, his hands roamed with worship embedded in his fingertips. Traced the bumps in her spine, gathered her dark hair to one shoulder. His lips followed his mecca from the top of her head and down, down to kiss the backs of her thighs — nip playfully where the strong flesh joined with her ass.

Then, still knelt behind her, he ever so slowly swiped his fingers through her puffy folds.

“Oh, f-fuck,” Ronnie breathed out in something close to relief.

“You’re drippin’, mama,” he said as he teased her entrance. “This all for me?”

Her knees wobbled when two of his thick digits swirled precise and heavy over her clit. Chin dropped down to her chest as everything within her turned molten.

“And the hormones,” she finally managed to reply, a whine slipping past her lips as she rocked into his hand. “Feels like I’m wet — and horny all the time.”

Jake groaned into the small of her back. “Fuck — why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t think you would…”

She trailed off and he didn’t let her finish. They both knew what sentiments lie at the end of that sentence. What insecurities. What failures. They didn’t matter now. Not when the two of them were like this again. Not when satisfaction was so close. Her words broke off into a shuddering moan as he sunk two fingers into her cunt — curled just right against that spongey spot inside her that had her head tilting back in a silent scream.

He stood, and suddenly he was whispering right into her ear, breath hot as coals against the shell of it as he spoke, “Right there still where you need me? Shit, I can feel it. You’re close already.”

All she could do was nod. It was so much. All of it. Everything. The feel of him tall and broad at her back. His thick fingers stretching her open. The push and pull as he nudged against that sweet spot with such gentle care. It left her panting for breath, feeling like no amount of air was ever going to be enough again. Like stars were dancing in her vision. Like a symphony swelled and swelled and swelled within her building to the crucial moment, the turn within the song.

And then it happened.

Ronnie moaned on a half-formed whine as it overpowered her, forced her on her tiptoes, and her walls spasmed around his fingers.

“There ya go, mama, there ya go. So good, yeah?”

“So good, Jay,” she cried, sobbed.

He chuckled softly, hand resting against her belly to hold her gently to him. “Missed you callin’ me that.”

I missed it too, she wanted to say. But didn’t.

When she stopped trembling, Jake began to scissor his fingers inside her. Stretching her out even further. She whined as she took it, hands balling into fists against the wall.

“I know — “ He kissed the back of her head. “Got to get you good and ready for me, remember?”

God, she remembered. Everything about Jake was big. Everything. No brags or over-exaggerations. She remembered all those times she tried to take him with little to no prep and it felt like she was being split in two. Just on the wrong side of painful. Part of her felt like she had already been patient enough. She felt ready as he slipped that third finger inside her. But then she opened her eyes and when she looked down all she could see was the swell of her bump — and she remembered they had to be careful.

Precious cargo on board.

It wasn’t until he could jam four fingers into her core and she was on the verge of another release that he deemed her ready for him. His heat pulled away from her and she whimpered, pushing her hips back as best she could.

The heavy weight of him returned, arm banding around her chest to help keep her upright, as he teased the plush tip of his cock against her entrance.

“Be gentle,” she reminded him in a whisper.

Was the shower still running? Yes. She could hear it. Like a waterfall. Warm droplets splashed against her calves — the rest of her concealed by Jake’s hulking form.

“Y-Yeah,” he replied breathlessly.

Then he was pushing in, slowly. Inch by agonizing inch. He prepped her as best he could, but the stretch felt limitless. Some choked noise slipped past her lips as he pushed further. And when he was finally, finally sheathed to hilt…She cried out. Her walls fluttered as she tried to adjust, a deep groan rumbling in Jake’s chest at the way she held him so tight.

“J-Jay,” she stuttered out, hands scrambling for purchase against something, anything to hold her to this plane of existence. “I — I can’t…”

He caught one of her hands and held it against the tile, long fingers slotting between her own to ground her in place as he pressed firm kisses to the side of her neck.

“I’m right here, Ronnie. We’re okay. You just tell me to stop, and we’ll stop.”

“No, don’t wanna stop,” she replied, voice so small. “Need this — need you.”

Her hips rocked back into him and Jake made some sound like he’d just been tackled into the sidelines. He placed a final kiss on her damp skin.

Jake moved softly. So softly. His stubble scratched her neck. He had never been that gentle with her in all her time of knowing him. But it was just like him to deepen the slow drag of it, releasing her chest to work his fingers slow and powerful into her sensitive bundle of nerves. Taking and taking and taking from her till there was nothing left but the feeling of him in her and all around her.

Everything was Jake. And everything was good.

It overpowered her again and she screamed, her nails digging into him as it washed over her like a sudden ice bath. Jake panted into her ear, hips working short and stunted — and then he stilled with a groan. His shoulders curling over her as he filled her to the brim.

A comfortable silence filled the spaces between as Jake moved her back under the spray of the shower. He washed her hair, and cleaned her skin just as she instructed him to. Told her to wait as he fetched one of his shirts for her to wear. Slipped it on over her head and let it fall to the tops of her thighs. He told her to go lay down, that he would go heat up dinner and bring it to her.

Some small part of her, maybe the part that was still scared of letting him in, told her he was just trying to make up for all the shit he did.

But she didn’t even care. For the first time in months, she felt loved and appreciated and cared for. So, she slipped into his room instead of her own. And found his shocked face when he found her there adorable.

They watched a movie while she ate. Snuggled under the covers with his hand encompassing her thigh. It felt like how things were always meant to be between them. So, she laid down in his bed. Let him pull her back into his chest and let his wide palm rest against the curve of her belly. Where their baby squirmed and kicked within.

“Is — uh — Is that…?” he questioned quietly into the dark solace of the place they had found themselves in.

“Yeah.” She moved his hand so he might feel the butterfly-like movements better. “That’s your daughter.”

Ronnie fell asleep shortly after that. Chest moving with deep and slow breaths.

But she left Jake laying there, holding her in his arms, with his heart beating out of his chest and his mind racing.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he whispered to her, knowing she couldn’t hear. “And I’m terrified.”

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ssahotstuff · 2 years

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Hotch x Reader Playlist Collection 💕

These are stand-alone and do not go with any series!

Based off Hero/Heroine by Boys Like Girls

This one was a bit of therapy for me; if you’ve read my series Home then you’ll understand why.

Reader is a member of the BAU, and for story’s sake, has an estranged brother. Wild ride. You’re welcome. So sorry. I just pumped this out in a couple of hours and it was really therapeutic but enjoy I guess

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: mentions of drug addiction, upset reader, no death but a bit of sadness, comfort, smut, penetration, oral/male receiving

Office parties weren’t particularly your favorite, and after the day you’d had, the last thing you wanted to do was celebrate with your coworkers. But Garcia had insisted on having a small party for your birthday, which meant you had to attend.

You spent your birthday the same way every year; down at Fulton Park, looking for your estranged brother. You hadn’t seen him in years, and you doubted he would remember you if he did, and your fears were confirmed today when you had lunch with a stranger that had no clue who you were. He thought you were a nice lady from the church who came to feed the less fortunate; his brain hadn’t worked right in a long time, riddled with the disease that crippled so many people: addiction.

You were doing good at hiding the pain you were in; great, even. The only person who knew why your mood was so out of sorts was Reid, and thankfully he was the only other person around so you could talk before the dreaded party started. You motioned for him to join you in the round table room and you closed the door behind you, choking back a sob as you broke down to your best friend. He tried to comfort you as best as he could, which was a hand on your shoulder and logical statistics about memory loss linked to drug use, but you tuned him out. You didn’t need his brains; you’d just needed to tell another person so you weren’t alone in your mental turmoil.

“I’ve got to get my shit together so I can enjoy this party for Penelope,” you dabbed furiously at your face with a tissue, turning abruptly when the door to the round table room opened and your Unit Chief was staring you down, concern plastered all over his face. He looked between you and Spencer, who simply shrugged because it wasn’t his place to explain what was taking place.

“I’m sorry, sir. I just had a really bad morning,” you choked, unable to meet his eyes. If anyone could get the full truth from you, it was Hotch, but that wasn’t a portion of your life you were willing to share with everyone just yet.

“You—You don’t have to apologize. Are you alright?” You were so used to hearing him barking orders that to hear his voice soften sounded foreign to you; you imagined he was this way with his child, but you never expected warmth from the man who so ruthlessly ran your team.

“I’m fine.”

He didn’t push further, he let you leave the room. You ran straight to the restroom to clean up your smudged makeup and hoped Spencer wouldn’t tell Hotch why you were so upset. As the newest member of the team, you were still getting to know everyone, and sharing something so personal wasn’t on your list of things to do.

You got most of the mascara and fixed your lip gloss, sighing to yourself in the mirror before you shoved open the door and painted a smile on your face. It was your birthday, and you deserved to have a good time.

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I couldn’t get the image of her crying out of my head, and it only got worse when she joined everyone and acted perfectly fine. Spencer was quick at her side to check on her, but she nodded her head and shot him a more than fake smile, and carried on with her morning. It was a paperwork day, but we were mostly just in the office to celebrate Y/n’s birthday. I’d given everyone the OK to leave after the party since they put in so many hours anyway.

It was already noon and we were all gathering in the small kitchenette we used as a break room, everyone was excited to be having cake and partying rather than chasing down criminals, even me. But it was hard to focus on anything other than the sadness of the birthday girl, and what could possibly be done to cheer her up.

“Open this one first, mama!” Derek’s voice cut through my thoughts as he handed her a box, heavy enough to need both hands. She quickly unwrapped it and was dumbfounded at the giant box set of her favorite show on DVD.

“How did you know? This is my biggest guilty pleasure,” she raved, thanking him for his excellent choice. Everyone had chosen well for her; it was only her second birthday spent with us, but we’d all grown to know and care for her in the last two years. I’d bought her two tickets to a show at a local playhouse and secretly hoped she’d invite me to tag along with her, but they were tucked away in my office for a reason. When everyone was finished and the cake was cut, people started to scatter and dissipate, leaving myself, Spencer and the birthday girl.

“Do you have plans tonight?” She hadn’t expected my question, but she answered it anyway, telling me she was planning to spend the evening at home.

“I have your gift in my office if you want to come up and grab it,” I called from the stairs, so she told Spencer goodnight and followed me up, shutting the door behind her.

“I hope you had a good time,” she nodded, taking the chair across from mine as I sat down at my desk.

“It was nice, yeah. I’ve just felt off today. I’m sorry,” she thought I was upset with her, and that couldn’t have been further from the truth.

“You don’t need to apologize. But if you want, I don’t have any plans today, and we can talk about it somewhere that isn’t here,” I offered, shocked when she almost immediately agreed. It would be refreshing to get to know her somewhere that wasn’t the office.

“My place isn’t far,” she told me, so I offered to drive, but halfway there she asked me to make a pit stop at a local sandwich shop.

“Whatever you want,” we pulled in and she ordered a single meal before turning to me, explaining what she was doing.

“My brother lives down here,” she looked around, pointing to an old abandoned building near the opposite corner.

“Today was the first time I’ve actually been able to find him and he didn’t remember me.”

I followed her to the empty storefront she’d pointed out, where a man maybe three years older than her emerged, smiling happily to see her. You’d think he knew exactly who she was, until he spoke.

“Miss, I’m sorry, I forgot your name this morning! I didn’t think I’d see you again!”

“It’s okay, honey. I brought you some dinner, okay? I’ll be back in the morning to check on you,” she told him, and I could only stand and watch the interaction take place, completely dumbfounded. She did it despite the fact that he had no clue they were even related; she did this and then came to work everyday, like it wasn’t one of the heaviest loads a person could carry.

When she was done we walked back to my car, and she waited to break down until we were behind the comfort of the doors closing. I lifted the console and let her climb into my arms, and she did without any hesitation. I didn’t know how she found the strength to do it everyday; surely it was driving her insane, and she’d had no one to turn to.

“I’ve got you. You’re okay,” her arms only hugged me tighter, keeping me close whether I liked it or not. She smelled like honey, like something sweet and delicious, and I took a moment to breathe her in; I didn’t know when I’d have her like this again and I wanted to map it out in my memory forever.

“Thank you,” was all she said, her lips on my collar and her head buried in my neck. Her mouth radiated heat all over my body unintentionally, but it had been a long time since I’d had let anyone get close to me, but she needed me, and I wasn’t going to let her feel alone at a time like this.

“I’m so sorry. I wish I knew what to say,” I knew nothing I could say would help the situation, so I offered her a distraction instead.

“I know your place is closer, but if you’d rather, we can go to my house and watch the first season of that show Morgan bought you,” I suggested, and her eyes met mine briefly before her hand gently touched my face.

“I think that sounds like a good idea,” she whispered, so I let her situate in the middle so she could keep her arm wrapped around mine, and we drove off to my place so I could keep her safe from the horrors of the world for just a little while longer. I invited her in, gave her a t-shirt to change into, and set to work on putting in the first disc of her show while she cozied in on the couch.

“Thank you for this,” she said softly when I joined her, unsure of how close was too close. As if she sensed my indecision, she patted the space next to her, so I let my arm rest on her shoulders. The wind was picking up quickly outside, storms blowing the trees through the window. I was thankful for a short day at the office, and even more so for the opportunity that I had to spend time with Y/n.

“I should be thanking you. I’d be working if you weren’t here,” I hadn’t taken the time to watch a show that wasn’t a cartoon in ages; it was nice to experience the more mundane side of things with someone else.

“I know you would be. Don’t let me distract you too much,” she joked, but that was exactly what I was hoping for: a sweet distraction.

“This evening is all about you, birthday girl. So you can distract me all you want,” she let her hand wander into mine, her dainty fingers lacing together like my hand was where hers had always belonged. Neither of us dared to say anything and ruin such s sweet moment, because all that mattered to me was that she was seeing me as more than her boss. It was evident that she saw me as something greater, and the intensity was electrifying. She’d been running through my brain for months now; I wasn’t sure whether it was her generally sweet disposition or her caring nature, but I’d grown more than fond of her over the time she’d been at the BAU.

I wasn’t sure how to proceed. It seemed innocent at first in the car, but now she was still holding me, and her face was just inches from mine. She was impossible to read, and I didn’t want to make her upset by making an unwanted move on her, so I was torn, waiting for a signal that she wanted me.

“I’m glad we’re doing this,” she said finally, her heading turning up slightly so I could meet her gaze.

“I’m just really glad I’m with you and not at home alone,” she finished, leaning forward the tiniest bit. It was the moment of truth, so I leaned down and kissed her without thinking of the consequences, grateful to be met by her eager mouth kissing me back. Her tongue slipped into my mouth, tasting me, enjoying me, and her hands set to work on the buttons of my shirt. She slipped it off my shoulders and climbed into my lap, her hips grinding into mine for friction as her mouth was feverish against my own.

“You want this, right?” It was her voice that stopped me in my tracks, my hands freezing on her hips just below her shirt.

“Of course I do. Is this what you want for your birthday?” I teased, and she rolled her eyes playfully before pulling her shirt over her head, leaving her in just her underwear.

“This is it,” she breathed, dragging my shirt over my head so she could splay kisses across my chest and neck, her tongue blazing a hot trail across my skin. My hands fumbled with the clasp on my belt so she took over for me, unbuttoning my pants and undoing my zipper in one fluid motion. Once she had me in my boxers, she was scrambling to her knees in front of me, shimmying my boxers down so she could take my cock in her mouth. I was helpless as she spat on my length, using her spit as lube so she could pump me in her small hands. Her hands continued to work my length but her mouth took the rest of me in, opening wide to accommodate all of me. She choked back a whimper as she swirled her tongue around the tip, bobbing and gagging like there was no place she’d rather be.

“Sweet girl, your mouth feels so good,” I nearly saw spots when she hollowed her cheeks out and began sucking faster, my hands securing her hair away from her face. She finally came up for a breath, my cock slick with spit as she ghosted her hand around my length once more, stroking me with a feather light touch. My hips had a mind of their own as I thrusted into her hand, needy, desperate for her touch any way she’d give it to me.

“You’re so sexy, Aaron. I can’t believe I have you like this,” her took all of me back into her mouth before I could reply, a moan coming out instead. She was the sexiest woman I’d ever seen, going out of her way to give me more pleasure than I’d ever had.

“Any time you want,” I promised her, and I meant it. I’d always be around for her to use as a distraction; she could use me however she wanted and I wouldn’t mind at all.

She was tugging her panties past her hips, slipping them off so she could climb back onto my lap. I could only blink at her as she hovered over me, preparing to lower herself onto my cock.

“Can I ride you?” She stopped her hips and waited on my answer, so I tugged her down to bridge the distance between us, the tip of my cock teasing her slit. She groaned, sliding against my member for relief, shivering at the contact.

“Please, don’t be a tease,” I begged, my eyes fluttering shut as she drug herself down on me, grinding her hips until she’d filled herself up with me, lightly bouncing at first, but then her rhythm changed and she was speeding up, making things more intense for the both of us. I gave her ass an encouraging squeeze, watching in awe as she grounded her hips perfectly so I wouldn’t slip out of her. It was mesmerizing, watching my cock disappear inside of her as she clenched and squeezed around me, slowly letting me slip out until only the tip remained inside of her. Then suddenly her hips slammed against mine, and I bit back a yell at how she constricted around my cock, finding her release as she rode out her high.

“That was good, but I think you can do better,” I held her tightly before I flipped her over, putting her on her back, her legs spread wide.

“Let’s see how well you can take it when I’m in control.”

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You were seeing stars as he pounded into you, your legs in the air and his hips slamming melodiously against yours in a frenzy of sweat and arousal. You were holding onto his arms for dear life, his hands holding your ankles steady as he rocked back and forth into you. It was nearly too much; the feeling of his dick pulsing inside of you and the way he never seemed to get enough of you, it was driving you mad.

“I need more,” you cried, his arms picking you up as he told you to hold on. He was navigating his way to the bedroom all while still inside you; his main focus was keeping you in place. When he got to the bedroom, he laid you down on the edge of the bed, your legs dangling off the side as he remade his home in you, his eyes trained on his cock sliding into your soaked center. You couldn’t help but watch too, captivated by the man between your legs.

“You like to watch?” It was a genuine question, because his eyes were glued to your core, his fingers reaching between your thighs to toy with your clit. You watched as he spread your arousal along your slit and then rubbed small, delicate circles on your aching clit, your legs shaking as he started to slowly thrust into you.

“I’d watch anything that involves you between my legs,” you shot back, earning a cocky grin from him in response. He hooked his arms under your knees and pulled you further into him, burying himself as deep as he could inside of you. It sent you over the edge, gripping the sheets tightly as you moaned his name.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that. I love the noises you make,” he told you, one final thrust and he was finishing in you, sputtering and groaning as he connected his lips to yours. He stayed inside of you for a moment, his cock twitching as he tried to steady his breathing.

“Can I expect this every year for my birthday?” You chuckled, his nose brushing yours lightly as he laid down next to you.

“Any time you want me, I’m yours,” he assured you, his arm wrapping snugly around your waist. The wind was blowing ferociously outside, a storm brewing on the rainy city streets.

“Will you stay tonight? I don’t want you to go,” he admitted, and there was no way you’d leave in the current weather conditions anyway, but you’d never say no when he’d asked so nicely.

“Of course I’ll stay. You kind of saved my whole birthday, why would I want to leave?”

His fingers caressed your cheek while you spoke, his head resting on the crook of your neck.

“I have an actual gift for you in my jacket. Tickets to that Playhouse you wanted to go to,” he whispered in your ear, making you shiver.

“You really do know how to make a girl feel better,” you giggled, rolling on your side so you could pull him in for a hug. He held you tightly, making sure you knew he’d always be there, even on the darkest of days. You knew he would always be there to come through for you.

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cecilysass · 2 years

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The Kaleidoscope (2/4)

Read on AO3 | Angst, JealousMulder, MSR | Tagging @today-in-fic

Sorrow.

He’s distracted as he enters the garage, deep in the shadows of his mind, so he is not as alert to his environment as he typically is.

The black Camaro barrels down the ramp, much too fast, only ten feet ahead of him. He doesn’t even process it.

It flies by: a gust of air, a screech of wheels.

Blinking rapidly, mouth agape, he watches it tear out of the garage. If he had come out only a few seconds earlier, he realizes, he would have stepped right into its path. He certainly would have been hit. At that speed, the Camaro could have killed him.

Running his hands down his face and taking a deep steadying breath, he takes that in. Someone would have identified his body from his badge. They would have informed the Bureau, and the Bureau would let his emergency contact know.

Would they have called her this evening? He imagines her taking the call, getting up from her dinner with Ryan, going outside to hear better. He imagines her face as she takes in the news. Even though he longs for Scully’s attention right now, even though he wants evidence she cares, Mulder finds that the idea of her crying for him isn’t pleasant.

He doesn’t like to think of her crying at all.

Yet he’s been the cause of her tears, directly or indirectly, so, so often. More often than he has made her happy, for sure.

Somberly, he crosses the road to his car, parked just a few steps away.

He slides, dazed, into the driver’s seat. Gazing straight out the front windshield of his car, his eyes refocus on the concrete wall in front of him.

The faint ring of his cell phone breaks him out of his trance. He raises his hips to fish it out of his pocket.

He presses it to his ear without thinking. “Mulder.”

“You’re a difficult man to reach, Fox.”

He has to concentrate for a moment on this voice, to put it in context. “Diana.”

“I left you three messages today. Didn’t you get them?”

“Yeah … actually, no. I didn’t. I didn’t read them. ”

“Is everything all right, Fox?”

“Yeah,” he says. “Yeah, everything’s fine.”

“I was calling to make sure we were still on for lunch next week. I really want to pick your brain about the Deloitte case. There are some very interesting inconsistencies, and I know you’ll be able to make sense of it.”

“Sure, yeah.”

“We could get together this weekend instead, if that’s more convenient?”

“I don’t know,” he says. “Maybe. I don’t know.”

“Fox, are you sure everything’s all right?”

“Diana…” he says. He stops, thinking hard.

“Yes?”

“Do you remember that time you called me emotionally arrested?” Mulder leans his head back into the headrest and closes his eyes. “You said I was emotionally arrested because of trauma, and that it made me unable to have functioning adult relationships with women.”

There was a pause on the line.

“You’re talking about years ago?”

“Yeah.”

“When I said that, we were having an argument,” she says carefully. “Things were heated. I don’t think I really meant it.”

“I’m not angry about it, Diana,” he says. “I’m just trying to understand.”

“Did something … happen?”

“When you said that,” Mulder asks, closing his eyes tighter, “do you remember what you meant? Did you mean I was unable to have relationships because I didn’t communicate well? Or because I was self-centered? Or did you maybe … sense that I might be someone whose actions could ruin your life? Is that why you ended things?”

Another pause.

“I ended things with you because of my job. Not because I thought there was something wrong with you, Fox.”

“Hmm.” Mulder nods. “Okay.” There is another pause, and then he adds weakly: “Well, it worked out for the best anyway, huh.”

Some might even say she dodged a bullet, he thought.

“Fox, where are you? I don’t like how you sound right now. Let me come find you.”

“I’m okay. I’m fine.”

“Are you alone? Is someone with you?

“Don’t worry about it, Diana. I’m just … thinking. No big deal.”

“Fox—”

“We’ll talk later. About the case. I’ll call you.”

He hangs up. Then he starts the ignition.

***

Before he goes home, he drives past Oiseaux, a bar he knows just a few blocks from work. It’s a glossy, fashionable place that Scully admires but he doesn’t. If he had to, that’s where he would guess she and Ryan probably went for drinks. He wonders if he might see them inside, sitting at a table through a window.

He looks closely as he drives by. He doesn’t see anything. Only the stupid hip exterior of the bar.

Maybe they aren’t even at that particular place. Maybe he doesn’t know Scully as well as he thinks he does.

He wishes he had thought to take her to that bar sometime. He would have bought her whatever dumb overpriced drink she wanted.

***

When he gets home, his melancholy deepens.

He calls Frohike and asks a favor: find out all he can about someone named Ryan, working for Citibank, living on Scully’s street, aged 25-35. Frohike is suspicious but tactful. He’s able to come up with information very promptly, of course.

“You sure you want to know all this?”

“Yes,” Mulder says sullenly.

“What’s it for?”

“I told you, research for a side project.”

“But this guy lives on Scully’s street?”

“I want it, Frohike.”

“All right, all right,” Frohike says. “You’re free to make your own self-destructive choices. The man’s full name is Ryan James Kelly, born 5/6/67, Boston, Mass, making him 32 years old. Asset manager for Citibank. Bachelor's degree in finance from Georgetown.”

Mulder makes a noncommittal noise that sounds like a grunt.

“Kind of a looker, too. If you’re into the Ken doll thing,” Frohike comments. “There‘s a photo on the Citibank website.”

“Yep,” says Mulder glumly.

“Doesn’t look like there’s a ton more to find. Not anything to raise obvious red flags. Article here says he ran in a 5K race a few years back,” Frohike remarks. “And he went to some charity golf competition last year.”

He doesn’t sound very interesting, Mulder thinks childishly. What could she possibly find to talk to him about? Finance? Golf? Suburban Boston?

“Here’s something else,” Frohike continues. “He lost his sister in a car crash, looks like 6-7 years ago. Drunk driver.”

Mulder grimaces. Oh, okay. The lost sister club. They could always talk about that. About grief. About the assholes responsible for taking their sisters away.

He rubs the bridge of his nose, feeling stabs of guilt. He’s acting like a world-class asshole right now, and he knows it. Using Frohike. Digging up information on Scully’s date. Trivializing real tragedy in service of petty jealousy.

“Ooh, looky here. Here he is a couple years ago in Thirty Promising Catholic Leaders Under Thirty. He’s got a big old smile and a sharp tie.”

“Irish Catholic. Of course,” Mulder mutters. “This guy’s perfect. An unbelievable catch.”

There’s a pause on the line.

“You know, Mulder, I’m not loving the energy I’m picking up from you right now.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Frohike. This is just research.”

“Riiiiight,” Frohike replies. “All the same, I think you better stop. I’m gonna cut you off, friend.”

Mulder huffs. “I—well, okay, but you’re…”

“You should stop torturing yourself, man,” Frohike advises. He hesitates. “And you know, I’m pretty sure if you actually offered her the choice, she’d pick you.”

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Okay, fine, never mind,” Frohike sighs. “I’ll talk to you later, Mulder.”

***

Mulder isn’t someone who has minded living alone. He’s lived alone for the majority of his adult life, except for a series of roommates when he was at Quantico and those ill-fated months with Diana. He has eccentric habits, he appreciates privacy, and his memories of living with his parents are not great. He has always liked having his own place.

Walking around his empty apartment tonight, he reflects that living on your own feels different when it sinks in that this is the way you will live for the rest of your life.

It doesn’t seem as much like a choice. It feels more like something that naturally happens to someone who is “emotionally arrested,” as younger Diana described it. Or “a sorry son of a bitch” as angry Bill Scully said. Or “spineless” or “worthless,” as drunken 1976 Bill Mulder put it.

He stands in front of an empty kitchen cabinet. He is dismally low on groceries. Half-heartedly grabbing a box of expired Ritz crackers, he heads towards his couch, where he flops himself down to eat his dinner.

The crackers are stale, of course, with a mealy texture. He makes a face and tries to swallow them down anyway.

He considers the idea of watching a video. There’s a tape perched in the VCR right now, ready to go, and the fantasy of porn has been one of the most reliable forms of comfort in his life. But he hesitates.

The characters in “Breast Side Story” don’t seem to have deep abiding bonds with their partners, sure — but they do have someone to have sex with, someone to touch them. He normally has no trouble engaging with the visuals and ignoring reality, but right now he’s finding even the world of porn makes him feel lonely.

Is there a scenario where he could be living with someone now? A wife, a girlfriend? It seems unimaginable, given his lifestyle, his impulsive comings and goings, his insomnia, his obsessive middle-of-the-night pacing. His general dark and difficult personality. His tendency to get people close to him hurt or killed.

He tries to think of the last time he went on a date, an actual date with a woman who was aware it was a date.

It’s been at least five years. There was that woman whom he met getting coffee— he can’t even remember her name now. She was a lawyer at the justice department. He can’t remember if this happened when he was already partnered with Scully, early on, or if it was before he knew her. In any case, he recalls having a pleasant dinner with this woman, and he even kissed her, he thinks, at the end of the night. But they only went out once, and he can’t recall why. Did he neglect to call her? Did she turn down a second date? Did she find out about his job or his otherworldly interests?

He suspects it was his fault, whatever happened. It can’t be a good sign that he doesn’t even remember.

The crackers taste funny, sort of the way a hospital room smells, and it’s starting to turn his stomach. Dinner’s over then. He tosses the box across the room.

He crosses his arms, falling backwards to recline on the couch. Is there a scenario where he would be with Scully? He’s imagined it, for sure. In raunchy ways, in emotional ways, in sentimental ways. He has a good imagination.

This… subtext, this subtext that he has always thought was mutually understood, gave him hope it would eventually happen.

But it hasn’t. Despite lots of opportunities.

Maybe he needs to think about why. Maybe he needs to really face what it means that she has decided to start dating now.

It could mean he has just always been wrong, and this so-called mutual subtext has always originated from him alone, from the active imagination, lonely heart, and starved libido of Fox Mulder.

Oh no. He covers his face with his hands. That miserable idea actually makes his eyes prickle. He feels a wave of self-loathing: a man in his late thirties pathetically deluding himself about his co-worker’s feelings like a moody teenage boy. He stands up, disgusted, and walks over to feed his fish.

He watches the glittering flakes fall into the tank, spinning and refracting light like the shards of the kaleidoscope, only to be snapped up by hungry mollies.

No. He’s not deluding himself, he decides. He knows that it’s not only his imagination. Sometimes, he can see that Scully’s eyes examine his body in the same way his eyes examine hers. It’s not all innocent.

And when she was at her sickest, he remembers how she always looked like she had something else she really wanted to tell him. Like there was something always teetering on the edge of her lips, something she never could work up the courage to say. And that terrible day right before Antarctica, when he was going to kiss her in the hall? She wasn’t going to stop him. He really doesn’t think she was. That was all real.

Yet the fact remains: she is on a date. Not with him. With Ryan Kelly, promising young Catholic leader and charity golf tournament player.

There’s no other way to view that but as a rejection.

He sinks slowly back into his couch. Across the room he spots his own ghostly reflection in the TV screen.

He’s startled out of this maudlin thought process by the ringing of his cell phone. Diana again, no doubt, and talking to her again will be a lot of work. Mulder stays where he is, letting it ring.

He knows Diana would probably be amenable to starting their sexual relationship up again, if he gave her the encouragement. He wonders why. Near the end of their relationship, right before she left, she had seemed so … disappointed all the time. It may have been her job that led her to end things, but he knew she wasn’t happy.

He can’t think of a woman who has been happy to be around him for any sustained period of time. Not any girlfriend. Not even his mother. Maybe if you went all the way back to Samantha.

Well, maybe Scully. In some respects she’s happy, isn’t she? She loves their work, when they are able to do it. She cares about him more than anyone. She would sacrifice herself for him, and she has before.

I’m pretty sure if you actually offered her the choice, she’d pick you.

Frohike was so confident.

And it starts to become clear to Mulder as he stares at his unmoving phantom self in the TV screen reflection. Scully chose to start dating because she knows Mulder so well. She knows him better than anyone—better than Diana, better than Frohike. She senses the truth about him that he already knows, deep down.

In the end, for Mulder, relationships are all just like the porn. It’s all pretend, great in theory, but there is nothing there. He can’t really do it.

Mulder can imagine being with Scully, imagine taking her out to restaurants and pulling out her chair, imagine spending long delightful hours in bed with her, imagine idle sunny weekends with her. But this is just a fantasy; it’s not real. It isn’t the kind of relationship he can sustain. He’s flawed and broken in this way. He can only work towards hypotheticals, and in the present he’s only suffering. That’s why he’s here in this apartment by himself.

On some level Scully understands that he’s a box of stale crackers. A night at home alone. A dead sister. A stolen future. A broken heart.

Oh, she would never say that. It’s Scully, and she loves him, and Frohike is right. She very well might choose him if he gave her the choice. She’s definitely sacrificed herself before. He can’t let her.

Whatever happens to him, he doesn’t want to make Scully unhappy. That’s a guiding principle. A star to steer by.

His cell is ringing again. Goddamnit, Diana, Mulder thinks. He puts a couch cushion over his face.

It stops ringing. And immediately starts again.

He groans in defeated frustration, rolls over and reaches across the coffee table to pick it up.

“Hello?” he says roughly, most of his face crushed into the couch.

There’s a slight pause.

“Mulder, it’s me.”

“Oh.” He pulls himself together and sits up. “Oh, Scully. Hey.”

“I’m calling to see if…” She clears her throat a little. “I’m calling to make sure everything is okay.”

Swallow. Breath. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t it be?”

“I got a call from Diana Fowley a little while ago,” she says. “She said she had a conversation with you that worried her, and you hadn’t been answering her calls. She was hoping I would know where you were.”

“I went on a run,” Mulder lies. “She just missed me. I’ve talked to her since.”

“Oh.”

There is an uneasy pause.

He senses she doesn’t buy it. He’s going to have to do a more convincing job.

He opts for a lighter, more casual tone of voice. “How’s your date, Scully? You order the surf and turf?”

“It’s fine,” she says.

“You’re keeping the autopsy small talk to a minimum, right?”

“Mulder,” she says. “If there’s something upsetting you, you can tell me.”

“Upset? I’m not upset.” He shut his eyes. “It’s sunshine and roses here.”

“Okay.” He can hear the sound of her swallow. “It’s just that Diana didn’t seem to think so. You know you can tell me … anything.”

“I know that, Scully.”

“I would … want to know.”

“Would you stop worrying?” he says, making his voice playful. “I’m a grown man. I ordered some food. The fish and I are going to play Trivial Pursuit.”

An awkward little pause.

“I’m coming over.”

“What? No. You’re on a date.”

“I’ll be there in twenty.”

“No,” he says. “Don’t do that.”

“You don’t sound right, Mulder.”

“Diana’s coming over,” he says, improvising. “She’s going to come over, and we’re eating together. So I’ll have company. Stay on your date.”

In the background he hears something faintly, the sound of someone talking, a radio reporter, like the NPR news programming Scully listens to all the time in the car by herself. He wonders where she is that they are playing NPR.

“All right,” she says at last. Her voice sounds soft, subdued, far away. “If you’re really going to be okay.”

He has a desperate, selfish urge to say no, to say it was a lie, to ask her to come over after all.

“I will.”

“Then … that’s good.”

“Scully, please just enjoy yourself,” he says, his voice softening. “Order dessert. Take a walk with what’s-his-name after dinner or something. Don’t think about work at all.”

There’s a strange pause. “You’re not work, Mulder.”

“No, I — I know. I know. I just mean…”

“You meant don’t think about you.”

“I guess so.” He tries to laugh, even though he wants to sob.

“I’ll try not to, Mulder,” she says. “Have a good night.”

“You, too,” he says. “Really, Scully.”

When they hang up, he takes a deep breath and wipes his eyes. If she’s happy, maybe he can find a way to be, too. He’s not that fucking selfless, but this is how it has to be.

It’s just… she didn’t sound as happy as he would have thought.

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My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Thirty - Alexander Pierce

I´m so sorry that I haven´t been posting. My depression caught me completely off guard. And I had to take a break. But I´m back now, and I will be posting a couple of new chapters today. So stay tuned.

Dixon drives in silence for a while. You look at him from time to time. But you don’t say anything. He’ll probably get in trouble if he tells you. If this mission is on a need to know basis, you probably shouldn’t pry too much.

When you reach the SHIELD building, and Dixon drives the car into the garage. He looks at you.

– Listen, YN. I know that you want me to tell you. The thing is, I can’t. This mission is on..

You sigh. And clear your throat.

– A need to know basis. And I don’t need to know!

Dixon parks the car, and gives you a little smile.

– Just do your work, YN. Rumlow’ll be back before you know it!

You grab your purse and reach for the door handle.

– I hope you’re right!

You both exit the car, and walk towards the elevator together. No need to split up. Everybody knows about your relationship with Rumlow anyway. And this Dixon guy is kinda like a bodyguard.

When you walk into the office floor, you feel everybody looking at you. You feel a little uncomfortable about it, but you can’t blame them either. You would probably have reacted the exact same way. You try not to look at them, and to just do your work. Shut off your head, and go into work mode. And strangely it kinda works.

When it’s time for lunch, you stay behind. You’re not really hungry, you feel that the others are kinda scared to talk to you. And you don’t want to sit alone in the break room all through lunch. When you’re alone on the office floor, you finally feel that you can breathe again. This shutting off your head thing was harder on you than you thought. And on top of not sleeping well… God, you feel exhausted.

Lunch break flies by, and soon the office floor is packed with people again. You put your headset back on, and go back to work. Constantly checking the time, to see when you can go back home.

Suddenly your screen freeze up. You try everything to get it to work again. But nothing is working. You can’t even turn your computer off. You reluctantly turn to the person sitting next to you, to ask for help.

– I’m sorry. My screen just froze, and I don’t know what’s wrong.

The girl next to you looks at your screen. Then she looks at you. And pushes her chair as far away from you as she can get. Looks at you with fear in her face. You don’t understand anything, and you feel the ice cold feeling of fear, taking over your entire body.

– What is this? If you know, please tell me!!

The girl just looks at you. Others are starting to look at you as well. You want to stand up, but it’s like you’re glued to your chair.

– WHAT IS HAPPENING??!!?? TELL ME!!

Finally the girl opens her mouth. Her words feels like echoes in your head.

– Oh, you’ll find out, YN! Your card has been flagged.

– Flagged? What does that even mean?

Your voice now full of fear. Why is your card flagged? And what does this mean for you?

The girl pushes her chair even farther away from you.

– I want nothing to do with this! Please don’t talk to me!

You swallow. This is insane. This girl won’t even talk to you. That means something is seriously wrong. Scary wrong. You look back at your screen. Still frozen. What the hell is happening here? You lift your hands up to your face. They’re shaking. You put your hands over your face, and you realise you’re crying. You’ve never been this scared in your whole life. Not even with David.

The door to the office floor opens, and four agents come over to your station. The office floor is dead quiet, you can hear them walk all the way over to you. Two of them stands behind you, and you have one on each side of your chair. They’re surrounding you! Do they think you’re going to make a run for it? And why do they think that? You try to calm your breathing down, but it’s impossible.

– Miss. Please vacate your station!

You slowly manage to get up from your chair. Two of the agents takes a hold of your arms, one on each side of you. And then, all four of them escorts you out from the office floor. You can feel your Co-Workers eyes burning into your back as you exit. You feel nauseous, dizzy, confused as hell and scared out of your mind.

They’re not letting go of you. It doesn’t hurt. But you’re so scared that it actually feels like their fingers are digging into your arms. They escort you to an elevator, and the elevator starts to go up. The only person who’s office is above the office floor where you work, is Alexander Pierce. If they’re taking you to see him, then this must be extremely serious.

– Wh… What is happening?

You feel like you’re screaming. But you know you’re not. Everything is just magnifying in this situation. You feel like your head is about to explode. Tears still rolling down your face. No one is answering. The four agents don’t say a single word. Not to each other, and not to you.

The elevator comes to a stop, and you enter a big office, with a desk by the window, and a magnificent view over the City. Not that you’re here to take in the view. The agents escorts you over to the desk. The guy behind it has his back against you. Looking out the window. He looks older, even from behind. He has some grey in his hair, and kinda an old fashioned suite. You already know that this is Alexander Pierce. You swallow.

Alexander slowly turns around. Looks at you. You try to meet his eyes. But you’re to scared. You almost feel that he’s got lazer eyes, and that he will set you on fire, if you look directly at them.

– Please, sit down, Miss. YLN!

One of the agents gets a chair for you, and pushes it against the back of your knees, so you have to sit down. He’s not using force. But still. You feel that something terrible is about to happen.

Alexander looks at you. Clears his throat, and rests his hands on the desk.

– Miss. YLN. Can you tell me, where you were 10.27pm last night?

What?

– I… I was at home. I.. I couldn’t sleep, so I watched some TV, and eventually fell asleep on the couch? Dixon was outside my door all night! He knows I didn’t leave!

Alexander looks at you, searching your face.

– There are other ways to leave the apartment, without being noticed by guards!

– You think I snuck out??

Your voice almost angry. You know that’s probably not a good idea. But this is just too much.

– Call, Brock! He’ll vouch for me. He knows me!

Alexander lets his fingers drum on the desk.

– You might have managed to wrap Rumlow around your finger, and have him eating out of the palm of your hand. But Miss. You certainly won’t fool me!

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*T/W death, parent loss, grief, sudden loss, unexpected loss, parents, parental relationships (Take care)*

Ready for a moment of vulnerability? Sure, you are! That’s what the internet is for right?

I unexpectedly loss my mother in January. This isn’t my first experience with losing a parent. My father passed away from cancer almost 7 years ago. That loss was terrible. While I thought I had prepared myself for it, I indeed had not. (Preparing yourself for loss may be an impossible task.) I was very close to my father and losing him sent me into an incredibly deep depression that no one in my life understood or sympathized with. However, I didn’t go through that experience alone. I had my mom. Our relationship was not a pretty one for a long time but after the loss of my dad, we relied on each other. We finally got to a place of forgiveness and healing. Wow, was it a nice place to get to. So losing her has left me alone. I have a sibling but she doesn’t really want anything to do with me. My best friend moved last December so I don’t have that tether. I’m just floating out here (with my therapist) in my grief.

I figured out last time that grief is a weird experience. It hurts and it comes in waves that are sometimes so strong that they rip your feet right out from under you and take you with the current, leaving you (sometimes literally) fighting for your life. Other times it laps gently at your toes and makes you feel fond of it. You can be appreciative for the grief and the space it takes up. It can also make anything emotional. Here are some weird places/ things I’ve wept over since losing my mom:

The baking aisle is the grocery store. Yes, seeing shelves of cake mixes made me miss my mom (and grandmother) and caused me to cry and shop at a speed I never have before. I had a bigger break down once I got home.

A colleague’s butterfly brooch. Her mother’s signature is butterflies. My mother’s was butterflies. I loved that her mom loves them and it made me ache for buy something butterfly themed for my mom. I can’t do that anymore and it hurts.

Notes left by that same colleague on my desk. As a child my mom left notes of encouragement in my school bag or lunch bag (on the rare times I took it) because anxiety has been my best friend since I was 3.

The movie Dirty Dancing. My mom loved *loved* Patrick Swayze (May he also Rest In Peace) so I can’t hear that song (you know the one) or see even the cover without losing my mind.

The cats at my lace of work. We have feral cats that float around my workplace (it’s a park) and my mother took care of feral cats that would show up at her house (which was in the woods). I like cats ok but they’ve never are me cry before.

That’s just a few. Grief is weird and it’s powerful and, unfortunately, it doesn’t go away. It ebbs and flows. It lives in your bones. It changes your brain (that may not be scientifically true but I can tell you that speaking from experience it feel very true). It’s awful and weirdly ok.

Anyway, now a card carrying member of the Dead Parents Club. Hate that I am but thankful for the support I’ve found there so far. It’s a weird place to be.

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APPLE CIDER! (teaser)

thank u @soov for helping me pick the cover photo!

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sypnosis : you haven’t experienced much love in your life. well reciprocated romantic love. your first “boyfriend”, was only with you because a bet. until you unexpectedly meet jay, a frat boy, whose known for breaking hearts. you’d be a fool to give him a chance right? too bad you both like apple cider.

when a heartbroken girl meets a heartbreaker and they bond over apple cider.

featuring : some members enhypen, chaewon of lsfm, yeonjun of txt, eunbi, random math teacher

wc : i’m gonna guess like 7k at most, but i haven’t wrote anything longer than 1k so u never know 🤷‍♀️

pairing : jay x fem!reader (uses she/her)

release date : i’ll try to get it out before february but please don’t be mad if its not 😓😓

taglist : open!

a/n : kinda nervyy…. this might take a while bc i get like no motivation after starting smth

“c’mon y/n! i know you’re not over hyun-woo but please! one party! it’s been like two months since you broke up and yeonjun personally invited me to this party!”

“way to put it lightly chaewon,” you’re tempted to leave and sit somewhere else. can’t she just understand you don’t want to go?

“please! i’ll get you um- coffee for a week!”

you scoff at her suggestion, but after thinking about it, it does seem like a pretty good offer. i mean, it was just one party right?

“when’s the party?” you ask, almost persuaded.

“it’s this friday, i can pick you up and we can get there at nine? the party starts at like eight but everyone goes at nine.” she pauses for a moment before continuing.

“if you’re uncomfortable we can leave right away! plus your beloved chaewon would be right next to you the whole time! isn’t that tempting?” she elbows you softly, you give her a disgusted look then changing back to your normal one.

“fine. but! you have to let me borrow a dress because i don’t really have any party dresses.”

“you have that one green one! that’s like a v neck!” chaewon shapes the dress out with her hands, trying to prove her point.

“it’s too big.” you point out, taking a bite out of your forgotten lunch.

“okay fine… i’ll pick you up at seven and we can get ready and stuff at my house! i’m not lending you any makeup though.” she picks back up her fork, stuffing her mouth with food.

“fine with me.” you shrug, taking a sip of water.

chaewon’s voice suddenly goes quiet, “y/n someone behind you is staring at you, he’s one of those popular guys!” she whisper-shouts, trying her best to hide her expression.

“so? you’re popular too, maybe he’s staring at you.” you brush it off, why would it even matter anyways?

“no y/n- that’s jay park. he’s like- he has some major beef with hyun-woo.”

“and what does that have to do with me?”

“jay is a heartbreaker, maybe you’re his next subject to get hyun-woo mad or some shit.”

“so? hyun-woo didn’t even like me, nothing bad will happen.” you reassure her, patting her shoulder.

“whatever you say. but stay away from him okay?” she looks at you seriously.

“okay but what does he even look like-?” you whip your head around to see, a group of guys laughing. one shamelessly staring at you. he smirks at you, a wink coming soon after. you look at him in disgust, turning around.

“why did you look y/n!” chaewon whisper-shouts again.

“what? i was curious? how am i supposed to stay away from him if i don’t know who he is?” you put your hands up in defense.

“okay fine…” she groans.

“you’re still going to the party right?”

“yeah sure, whatever.”

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New York // Alex Dimitrov

New York is the best city to cry in.

I’ve cried on the corner of Spring and Greene smoking one cigarette after another, taking two-hour lunch breaks in 2006 at my first internship at Interview magazine.

I cried in Washington Square Park the other night thinking about healthcare and how I quit my job to write poetry, and how even a job in poetry prevents you from writing it.

I’ve cried so many times in front of the fountain at Lincoln Center, then watched the cars drive by on Columbus without reason to cry and I’ve cried even more then.

The one year I lived on St. Marks Place I was in grad school and cried at Cafe Orlin with one drink for a million hours until I’d write a poem and immediately send it to the New Yorker feeling entirely justified because why wouldn’t they want it. It was terrible. All of it. But I miss those days most.

The 6 train is my favorite train to cry on.

It’s always late and full of other people’s fathers. No one really looks at you because they’re so glad they’re not you, and of course because they know that being anyone is a tragedy like the MTA itself.

There’s something productive about crying in New York. It’s almost like crying alone in your apartment but you can cruise strangers and run errands at the same time.

Once I was so exhausted I started crying in the middle of a drink with my friend Rachel at the Beagle (which is closed now) but I was telling her how people always ask poets to do things for free as if we don’t have to pay rent or attend to our loneliness.

Please pay poets, people. Please pay poets more than anyone else.

I’ve also cried when I was happy in a cab on the FDR listening to Patti Smith the day my first book got taken. And again that night when my parents asked how much money I’d make and what I would do next, you know, after this poetry thing.

It turns out that next there’s more crying. In so many gay bars I’m going to list them: Boiler Room, Eastern Bloc, Nowhere, Metropolitan and I could go on but this poem isn’t about gay crying, just crying in general.

That reminds me how I used to cry in Ray’s Pizza (also on St. Marks Place) and how one time a guy asked if I had cocaine and if we could “go somewhere more chill” to do it.

I was so confused I pretended to stop crying and said, “No. Can’t you fucking see that I’m crying.”

Then I went to Cooper Union across the street and continued crying there but less convincingly.

Believe it or not, I’ve never cried in a man’s apartment. A man I was sleeping with or about to. They’ve all thought I was too detached and should cry more. They’ve all been emotionally bankrupt, to say the least. Especially the lawyers.

Clearly none of them could picture me crying in front of the Bowery Hotel when I lost my wallet, the same day I had three poems rejected and went on an awful date, the kind that makes you wonder if you should stop talking to people and just max out your credit card at Opening Ceremony.

I’ve also cried in the Sunshine on Houston (all of its theaters and the lobby) and each time I remember how someone once told me it was a bathhouse, which is delightful and makes me feel incredibly safe.

(The Sunshine is also closed now by the way, like Opening Ceremony. And that’s what happens in New York when you finally find a good spot to cry in. It’s more or less gone in a flash.)

Of course there’ve been times when I wanted to cry and couldn’t. Moving. Waiting for test results. Finding out someone I used to date is now married (to a dancer with a nice face and no talent; good luck with that, babe!).

I don’t think I should count the times I’ve cried at home. Who could anyway? I’ve only had three apartments: St. Marks Place, Houston and Allen, and 75th and 1st Avenue.

I got that last one being lucky one night on the A train, when I ran into a guy who was on the same call sheet for a photo shoot we once did for Out magazine.

He told me he had a friend who had a friend who wanted to pass the apartment down to a gay friend because the rent was good and in a nice area.

I’m that gay friend, I said! That’s me.

And I still live there—still gay— the last time I cried being two hours ago.

Sometimes I cry walking down Prince Street pretending I have allergies. It’s my favorite street in the city and my favorite street in the world.

Especially the red brick surrounding the church where on many weekends in summer vendors set up their stands and sell mostly odd things.

A woman almost sold me a crucifix there in 2010 but I couldn’t afford it so we talked about past lives and Stevie Nicks, and how Tusk is most certainly better than Rumours.

By the end of our talk she just gave it to me. She was a painter and had great energy and I’m sorry, I know this is not LA but that word just does something for me.

It might be like counting the wars America’s been in if I had to tell you all the restaurants I’ve cried in. Most of them are in the East Village but I do love throwing a tantrum on the west side where people are slightly more scandalized because they’re maybe a million dollars richer. I have no idea. I have $574 in my bank account right now.

I’ve also cried in front of delivery people and I never feel bad because there’s so many reasons to cry here I know that they get it.

Besides, I tip 30% (sometimes 35 if I’m feeling emotional), and I’d like to take the time now to remind people to tip well. It says everything about you, especially on a date.

Naturally, when I see someone crying in New York it’s like an invitation. Like I should get to work and join them, like we’re about to do something important together.

I do feel lucky I live here since growing up I wasn’t allowed to cry, and if I have kids I’ll definitely tell them how useful it is and how it costs only nothing.

You’re free to cry all the time! Please cry, everybody! Please use your freedom!

Until one day you realize you’re not free at all. You never were to begin with. You’re just another person crying on 10th Street.

Again.

#poetry #Alex Dimitrov #crying #New York #Washington Square #men #queer poetry #Fleetwood Mac #gay bars #East Village #despair #Copper Canyon Press #lithub #funny

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Nutella Waffles (overhearing and misunderstanding a conversation/situation) MODERN AU ANGST

Characters: Childe, Kazuha, Thoma, Albedo, Kaeya, Zhongli, fem!reader

Warnings: not proofread :D, cheating, fighting, insulting, misunderstanding (duh), pregnancy, sexual innuendos, implying sex, mentions of sex, still SFW though, of course I bent the lore since it’s an AU

Notes: I had trouble with this so I decided to make it a modern AU. That’s also why it took so long. I think my brain is starting to run dry XD I mean, there’s only so much situations/conversations I could think of that could be misunderstood. Still, enjoy!

Childe

"Ah, sorry, Y/N, I can’t walk you home today... Maybe tomorrow?” Childe smiled at you, scratching the back of his head, his school bag swung over his shoulder already. He looked like he was in a hurry.

It’s been a few days like this and you really didn’t know what was happening. You asked him if he needed help with stuff at home or if he was having a hard time with his homework and if that’s why he was always rushing off. He would just give you the same smile and wave a hand. “It’s nothing like that,” and then off he’d go.

The next day, as you walk towards his classroom during lunchtime you hear him and his friends talking before you even reach the classroom door.

“Zoe is totally cute,” Childe says. The voice he uses is something that he’d never used on you before. You freeze in your tracks and try to listen in more. “Wow, she really is! Great job picking her!” one of his friends said and it sounded as if they’d hit Childe on the back as a congratulations. “Let me see, let me see,” another one says followed by a gasp. “Have you taken her out yet?” Childe laughs nervously and you know all too well without even looking at him that he’s probably scratching his head. “No, not yet,”

“Does your girlfriend know yet?” Someone else asks.

And then you hear a laugh that’s all too mischievous. All too playful. All too heart-wrenching. “She doesn’t know!” and they continue to laugh.

You turn away and try your hardest not to let tears escape from your eyes. It felt as if you were being laughed at. Like everyone knew that he was cheating. Everyone except you. It doesn’t help that there was a Zoe in the other class too. The way his friends laughed made your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and the tears you were so desperately holding back to finally flow through.

You ended up staying in the washroom for the whole of lunch time, staying in a cubicle for an extra few minutes, late for the next class.

Somehow you didn’t expect Childe to still show up in your classroom to pick you up for the day and walk you home. You stare at him at the classroom door, your eyes had already gone back to their normal shade, but still glossy. He doesn’t notice, he has a big smile on his face that mocks you. Ridicules you.

“Y/N! Let’s go together today!” Does he feel guilty? Is that why he finally agrees to walk home with you? Cause he’s had his fill of Zoe already? You don’t say a word and exit the classroom, going past him. Childe blinks, and turns to watch you walking away from him. “Y/N?”

He walks after you, and takes his place next to you. He touches the strap of your backpack, as usual, and says “I’ll take this--”

“I got it,” you reply curtly and move away from him. He’s dumbfounded, eyes still a little wide at your sudden coldness. Now he’s getting anxious. Did he do something wrong? “H-Hey...Y/N, are you mad because I didn’t walk home with you the past couple days? See, I was just--”

“I’m not that petty!” You nearly growl at him, holding his gaze for a few seconds before walking off again. Your eyes are starting to prickle with more tears. You just wanted to get home. As soon as you can. Away from him. You didn’t have the heart to break up with him face to face. You liked him too much, you knew you wouldn’t be able to do it while looking at his handsome face.

Then, he snatches your wrist and pulls you back towards him. The school hallways are emptying out, there’s a few students walking by who ignore the two of you. “Then what’s the matter? I don’t like it when we fight. At least tell me what I did!”

You wrench your wrist away from his and start sniffing. He stands there, shocked at where your tears are coming from. Until you start talking. “I heard you, during lunch time,” his eyebrows furrow. “Lunch...time?” He mumbles, not following. “When you were talking about your cute Zoe!” He doesn’t say anything for a moment and that only confirms your fears.

He’d been looking at other girls, and probably wanting them.

“...Y/N, Zoe is...” Childe scratched his cheek, averting his eyes away.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you try to turn away, but he doesn’t let you and holds your shoulders with his hands, staring straight at you. “My dog,” You were crying at this point, and when you hear his next words your eyes narrow. “W-What?”

“Zoe is my new dog,”

“B-But your friend asked if you took her out yet...”

“Yeah,” Childe tilted his head, “for a walk?” As you start to connect the dots he takes out his phone and shows you the picture of a cute miniature poodle, it had a collar and a silver tag on it that said “Zoe”. You thought that you might cry again at how cute she was but you just glare up at Childe. “Well, I didn’t tell you cause I was gunna surprise you. I’ve been going home early these days cause we had to go visit the pound a few times and finalize the papers and everything...”

“I-Is that true? Is that all it is?” You sniff, now wiping your stupid tears away. Childe smiles down at you and takes your hands away from your face, replacing it with his, thumbing away the streaks of wetness. “Y/N, no one can ever replace you,” you sniff and let him dote on you. You’d been missing him for a while anyway.

“...Well except Zoe, maybe Zoe can,” he’s clearly teasing you and you don’t hesitate to lift your fist and punch him on the shoulder, earning a small “Ow,” from him followed by a laugh. “I’m just kidding, how ‘bout you come over and visit her today? It’s only her second day home!”

Thoma

You’d made an appointment with your friend a long time ago. Just a quick lunch and catch up date. Thoma had graciously volunteered to drive you to the mall where you were meeting up with her.

“You sure you don’t need me to pick you up? It’s Saturday. I’m free,” he flashes you a smile, his eyes darting towards you only for a second before going back to the road. “I’ll be fine hun, I’ll take the bus home,” you reply to him.

Halfway through your journey he says that he needs to buy something from a convenience store, and so he parks the car properly and grabs his wallet. His phone is on the car phone stand and you pay no heed to it until a soft ‘ding’ makes you pick your head up to look at the screen.

Your best friend’s name pops up, she’s messaged him and your blood runs cold.

“I’ll come over when Y/N’s gone,” the message read. Your heart is already at your throat, and you don’t know what to think. What is this make-believe situation that you’re suddenly in. Is this really happening? Your eyes dart upwards to look at the door of the convenience store. You could see Thoma was still looking at the shelves.

You gulp and you wonder what the right thing to do is. Invade his privacy and peek at his messages? Let it go? Confront him? Cry? Another ‘ding’ fills up the car.

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So...” you couldn’t read the rest of the message, it being cut off but you were already spiraling down the hole of despair. How could he? Your sweet and loyal Thoma ended up going behind your back with your best friend. You thought you were going to be sick, you actually had to roll the windows of the car down to get some fresh air, just as Thoma came out of the convenience store door with a plastic bag.

You couldn’t look at him. You couldn’t even be in the same space as him. You were going to cancel today with your friend, you didn’t think you’d be able to function properly. When he sat on the driver’s seat and saw you looking out the window, he didn’t think much of it and revved the engine up. “Ready hu--”

“Take me to my sister’s place,” Thoma blinked and turned to you, confused. “But, what about your lunch date today, dear?”

“I don’t feel like going. My sister’s place is nearby, just drop me off there,” Your hands were already typing a reply to the friend that you were about to stand up on, but you couldn’t even think of what to do or say.

“Dear is everything okay?” He asked while backing the car up, arm outstretched to your side while he’s looking at the rear. He was appalled by your sudden mood change. You didn’t answer but he hears you sniff and he immediately stops the car again. “Y/N? What’s wrong?” He’s alarmed that you’re crying and he reaches to cup your chin and tilt it towards him but you move your face away from him.

“Y/N?” he asked, the confusion in his voice is actually genuine and you can hear a bit of panic in it. “How long have you been seeing Aya?” you spit the words as if they’re poison and the car is quiet. You laugh bitterly. “I thought so, cat got your tongue, huh?”

Thoma shook himself out of his confusion to say, “No, wait, I don’t know what you mean,” You scoff at him. You’re shocked at the amount of resentment you had, you trusted this man and yet this is what happens. “Yeah? Why is she sneaking into our house then?” You point at his phone, the screen is still lit up because of the messages and there were more coming in from your best friend.

Thoma snatches the phone away from the stand and looks at it. Then, he deflates and slumps back on his seat. “Y/N, it’s not what you think,” You hate that line so much. You cross your arms and say, “Just drop me at my sister’s house,”

“Y/N--”

“NOW!”

The drive was quiet. You didn’t know what to do. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to push you but didn’t want to drop you off to your sister’s without explaining as well. So, just before your sister’s block, he parks on the side and unbuckles his seat belt, then opens your side of the door. “Y/N, listen to me,” he’s rarely this assertive, but you still don’t listen. He’s blocking your escape path.

“It’s your birthday today,” Thoma starts and you blink, completely forgetting about it. “Ayu is sneaking in our house while you’re gone because we were going to set up a surprise for you.” He says slowly, as if he’s talking to a child. Your eyes widen, and you relax in your seat. He gives you his phone and urges you, “Go on, Y/N, you know my passcode right? I don’t hide anything from you, you can read the rest,”

You hesitate, but accept his offer and type it in.

“How long is she going to be out? The longer the better. So we can set up the balloons,”

“I got the cake don’t forget the candles and lighter,”

Thoma picks up his other hand that had the white plastic bag from the convenience store, he picks up the two items from inside. Birthday candles. And a lighter.

Your mouth opens, but you can’t say anything and you only bury your face in your hands out of shame. “Oh my God, I’m so sorry Thoma, I--” He manages to let out a laugh and kisses the top of your head. “I’m so stupid. I trust you, I really do, I just--” now you’re not sure if you’re crying out of relief or embarrassment. “I’m so sorry,” You can’t say anything else and he only kisses you on the forehead again.

“It’s alright, you can make it up to me by going on that lunch date, okay? You deserve the rest. You haven’t cancelled yet have you? Let’s freshen up at your sister’s place and I’ll send you to the mall,”

You nod your head, small smile on your face. This was gunna be one story to tell in the future.

“Oh and it would help if you act surprised when you come home,” Thoma adds with a full laugh that you join in on.

Kaeya

"So how are you and Y/N?”

It’d only been a couple of months of the two of you dating. Kaeya was handsome, gallant and he knew exactly what to say to people. It wasn’t a secret that he was quite popular in school.

Little old you was just another girl in just another class.

“Good, I think,” Kaeya responds, you smile around the corner, hidden from sight, knowing that he was taking a juice box break with his friends. “It’s a little annoying though,” your smile drops and your head tilts sideways in question. “I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,”

Keep me away? You think. Am I too clingy? You hear them exchange words a bit more, but none of the other words process in your head. Their laughter spurs you out of your thoughts and you return to your classroom dumbfounded.

When the bell rang for dismissal you immediately packed and walked home by yourself. Kaeya was confused when he arrived at your classroom door, and found that you weren’t there anymore. “...Hey, did Y/N go home?” he asked one of your passing classmates. “Yeah, she went out pretty fast,”

Now he was worried. Did something happen at home? He takes his phone out as he’s out the school building, tapping your name and calling, only for the call to not even connect. His brows furrow but nonetheless, he goes home for today and types in a message for you.

“Hey, you okay? Talk to me if you need something,”

The next day, when he usually waits outside your door for you to come out, he realizes that you’re a little late and further realizes that you weren’t going to come out. He wasn’t about to knock on your door, your parents didn’t know about him yet.

He tries to call you again but he’s met with the same result as yesterday. He sighs and looks up at the sky while he’s walking. He hasn’t seen you for nearly a full day now, and he doesn’t realize how long a full day is until now. He just wants to see your smiling face again and he starts to wonder if he’d done something wrong.

By lunchtime, he’s sprinting towards your classroom as soon as the bell rings, wondering if you were there. Indeed, finally, he spots you in your classroom and his shoulders slump in relief only to tense up again when he sees a guy in your class talking to you, and you, smiling happily.

“Y/N,” he calls out to you, waving his hand. You look away from your conversation to him and he notices how your smile turns into a tight line on your face. His own smile drops, but you walk out of the classroom anyway and address him. “Yes?” He blinks down at your tone of voice. “U-Uh... Wanna have lunch together?”

“...But it’s annoying that I’m clingy right?” The two of you unconsciously move away from the door to out in the hallway, so that you’re not blocking the way of people coming in and out. He narrows his eyes in confusion. Where is this coming from? “I--No, what do you mean? I never said that,”

“Yesterday, you said you can’t keep me away and it’s annoying,” you averted your gaze, feeling your eyes start to water. Kaeya reels back a little, replaying things in his mind, trying to remember if he said something like that. And, with a light bulb moment, his face breaks into a grin and slight laughter. You glare up at him, “What? It’s funny?”

Kaeya places a hand on your shoulder and explains while smiling. “Y/N, you didn’t listen to the rest of the conversation, did you?”

---What really happened---

“It’s really annoying though. I can’t keep her away and she doesn’t even realize how annoying it is,” he sips on his juice box again.

One of his friends pipe up, “Dude that’s a little harsh,”

Kaeya blinks. Once, twice and thrice. Until it dawns on him. “Oh, no, I meant that I can’t keep her away from other people,” he grins and leans both his elbows on the windowsill. “She doesn’t realize that she’s super friendly, and other people like talking to her a lot. Whenever I go to her classroom she’s always talking to different people.”

His friends make a sound of understanding. “I wish I could just keep her to myself,” and continues sipping on his juice.

“That’s really cheesy, even for you, Kaeya,” one of his friends say and the lot of them starts laughing.

---That’s what really happened---

It was your turn to blink at him, confused. “S-So...”

Kaeya pats your head and smiles. “You can ask my friends if it makes you feel better,”

A small blush crosses your cheeks and you duck your head to hide it. It earns yet another chuckle from him. Your moment is interrupted by another guy who approaches the two of you. “Hey, Y/N, if you’re free, do you think you could help me out with this? I don’t really understand it,”

Kaeya just looks at the guy and sighs, then turns to you again. “See what I mean?” to which you just goofily smile at.

Kazuha

“You saw what?”

Your hands freeze, holding the book you were reading open. The living room had gotten lively again, seeing as your little brother had come home from school. “I saw Kazuha with a girl,”

You try to keep your face composed. It was a school day. You’d stayed home because you weren’t feeling too well. Your brother was saying it without a care in the world. He was just a grade schooler and telling you about the things he observed. He was looking through the fridge for something to drink.

You didn’t ask more, but you were DYING to know more. Kazuha didn’t mention going anywhere today... You picked your phone up and wondered if you should ask him. Your phone had blown up this morning cause he didn’t see you at school and he was wondering if you were alright.

But it seems that Kazuha himself was having a grand time too.

“So...T-The girl...Did they look close?”

Your little brother closes the fridge and looks at you while drinking from a milk carton. “Mm...They were holding each other...” You bit your lip as tingles run down your spine. They weren’t the good kind. It was the kind that you get when you watch horror movies and or a drama movie and a revelation had just happened. You were silent for a moment, but in your mind you were already thinking of how Kazuha looked with another girl. Holding each other? What did your brother mean? Like...hugging? Or...? But you couldn’t ask him about that, could you?!

You sighed out loud and slammed the book you were reading down on the table, just as your phone started ringing. “Kazuha,” you whispered under your breath and looked at your phone screen. Well...you believed in him, and you thought the best way to clear this up is to talk to him about it.

So, you grabbed your phone and retreated into your bedroom to talk to him. You picked up the call, “Kazu-kun?”

“Y/N,” he greeted. Even apart, his voice has this effect on you. Like he was really there and breathing into your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You were sure that you were blushing. “How are you? Are you feeling better?” His voice is smooth and calm and you melt into your bed. “Yeah, a little,”

“Could I come over later? I just want to check on you,” You smile into your phone and close your eyes. Kazuha could never do that to you, you think to yourself. But still, you really wanted to ask. “Of course, I don’t think my parents would mind...Hey,” you start, your fingers nervously drawing circles on your pillow. “My brother said he saw you...with a girl,”

There’s silence on the other line, and you can hear him shifting a little. “A...girl?” He repeats the question and you bite your lip. He sounds unsure and now you were unsure too. “Yeah, he said that you were holding on to each other...or something,” Again some silence, until he makes a sound of understanding.

“Ah, he must mean Sango,” there’s a little lilt to his voice, like he was happy and you were a little jealous. “Sango’s my cousin, she came to surprise me for my birthday week.” Kazuha laughs nervously and adds a little hesitantly. “She...uhm...would like to meet you actually, is it okay if I bring her over today?”

Your heart sighs in relief, as do you and you don’t realize that you’ve done that out loud. In the next moment though, you smile and nod, even though he can’t see you. “Of course! Bring her over!”

Albedo (More fluff than angst)

Cleaning at home was one of the things you did to get your mind off of things. Some people would call it tedious, but to you, it was sort of relaxing. It was something easy to do, you didn’t need much of your brain, just motor memory. Folding. Laundry. Ironing. Sweeping. Basic chores.

But when you clean up in the bedroom you shared with your boyfriend, and found a neatly wrapped present, red wrapping paper and blue ribbon tied on the top with a tag that said “To: Leila” you’re a little dumbfounded.

Who’s Leila? Is your first thought. Your second thought is, what’s inside? You hold the nicely wrapped box in your hand and turn it all over, trying to get some type of hint. A flash of doubt seeps into your mind but you shake it away. Albedo isn’t like that...Is he? He’s always so dedicated to his scientific research and sure he comes home late sometimes but he always makes it up to you on the weekends...

So who’s Leila? You ask yourself again. And why hasn’t he mentioned it to you? Why didn’t he ask YOU to wrap it? Menial tasks like these were usually passed on to you. You bite your thumb just thinking about it, but in the end just leave the present where you find it.

Later that night as you’re fixing dinner, you aren’t as bothered by the gift as when you first saw it. But it’s still there at the back of your mind and it resurfaces to the front when you hear the familiar keys rattle. Despite that, as he snakes his arms around your waist from behind you can’t help but smile and melt a little, pressing back against him as he leans over to kiss your cheek. “...Smells nice,” he simply mumbles and closes his eyes, enjoying the warmth of both you and your home.

“Welcome back,” you say, while closing the lid on the pot and turning around to give him a proper kiss on the lips. He hums into the kiss as a response and pulls you away from the stove. “How’s your day?” he asks you first and you smile, because your day is nearly the same time and time again. “Fine, I did find a little secret though...” you start and peek up at his beautiful eyes.

He nods to ask you to continue. “A present, nicely wrapped. and it’s addressed to someone called Leila,” He looks down at you and you stare at him. A moment passes by before he takes his arms back and go into his thinking pose. “...Leila...?” he asks, eyes averting from your gaze. You wonder if he’s pretending. You wonder if he’s trying to make an excuse up. “...I don’t--” and then his eyebrows twitch. “Ah,” he says and drops his arms to his side.

“We were invited to a birthday party, remember? By a co-worker,” he tucks in strands of your hair as he talks. “It’s her daughter’s first birthday...I don’t care much for such things but you insisted it’d be alright to go.” he chuckles a little. “Her daughter’s name is Leila,”

You make a sound of understanding. Suddenly your hesitant thoughts wither away. “Hmmm? You could’ve asked me to wrap the present,” Albedo pulls away from you and towards the fridge, wanting a glass of water. “The wrapping wasn’t done by me, it was the shop, free service,” and so it made more sense.

And although you want to ask more questions, like where he got it, when and what’s inside, you realize it’s such a trivial thing. It was not worth that much time. A gift is a gift, and you turn back to continue making dinner while making idle conversation with him.

Zhongli (Warning: Suggestive) (but this is also my personal favourite... aha...)

“Zhongli?” You arrive home a little early today, dropping your keys at the front shelf. You don’t hear him anywhere and you shuffle around your living room for a while, looking at the letters for today.

He was on a work from home arrangement today, and he would usually be in his office. You were quite sure that he would’ve come out to greet you though, if he heard you. He must be busy at the moment.

You’d wanted to wash your hands as soon as you came home, and went for the guest washroom. When you open the door, your eyes land on something on the counter, next to the sink. This bathroom was always kept clean for visitors. You liked to host people once in a while, or just invite friends and you took pride in having them comfortable in your house.

Your eyes narrow as you go closer and your hands pick up a pregnancy test that was lying there.

It was positive.

You put it back down and shudder a little. You don’t remember getting a pregnancy test. You bite your lip and look at yourself in the mirror. You’re already jumping to conclusions, and you can’t help it. Who the hell would leave a pregnancy test in YOUR guest bathroom? Zhongli didn’t mention anything...

You sigh a breath out and close the bathroom door behind you, taking your phone out to text your best friend.

“There’s a positive pregnancy test in our guest bathroom,”

After a moment, there’s a reply.

“OMG Are you preggers?!”

“No, it’s not mine,”

The next reply takes a moment more. “Oh, maybe ask him?” and you know that your friend hadn’t known what to reply at that moment. Because a random positive pregnancy test in your guest bathroom was NOT a good sign. To top it off, you didn’t announce to Zhongli that you were coming home early today.

Your perk up when you hear noise from the other room. You open the bathroom door slightly, and hear the unmistakable low voice of your fiance, coupled with...the voice of another woman. You close the bathroom door again, not bothering to lock it, and sit on the closed toilet seat. You’re sitting there with nothing in your mind, unable to think.

A few minutes later the voices are louder, they’ve moved to the living room, right outside the bathroom you were in. You tense up, and your jaw tightens. You don’t want to see them. You don’t want to hear them. For a moment you wish that you didn’t come home early, and just pretend this didn’t happen, but the door to the bathroom door opens, leaving you eye to eye with a woman you recognize.

Luna was a beautiful woman. Long cascading brown hair, they’re wavy and stops right at her waist. Doll-like blue eyes and a slender body. She sees you sitting there and you feel stupid, but she just breaks into a grin. “Y/N!” she grabs you by the wrist and pulls you out of the bathroom before you could even say anything. You’re numb, so you don’t respond to anything around you.

Zhongli turns around wide-eyed to see you standing there meekly, not meeting his gaze. He still goes to you though and asks curiously. “When did you come in? I didn’t hear you,” he places a hand on your arm while Luna releases you, but you still don’t look up and he wonders if something happened at your workplace to make you come home so early. “Luna and Childe stopped by,” Zhongli says, in at attempt to cheer you up. You look up, and only then did you realize that Childe was there too, talking animatedly to Luna. You tilt your head sideways, “They came with a surprise. Ah, but it’s not mine to tell,”

That’s right... Luna and Childe had been together for a while and then it hits you when Luna shows you the same positive pregnancy test you saw on the counter, and announces that she’s pregnant. Your eyes are wide. You can’t tell if you’re more relieved that it wasn’t what you thought or more happy for your friends. You feel horrible about it but you manage to crack a smile and went along with the festivities. The more time passed the more you were able to enjoy their happiness and by the time they left, that was the only time you sighed and let your shoulders slump, exhausted.

“Is something the matter?” Zhongli asked. He noticed how your smiles were a tad bit forced. How you seemed to enjoy everything but also seemed to be on edge. You turn to him and shook your head. “It’s...stupid. It’s my mistake,” but he holds on to your waist and urges you to tell him.

And you tell him. How you came home and saw what you saw in the guest bathroom, what you thought it was and how you felt. The only thing you can feel now is embarrassment and shame. You couldn’t even feel happy for your friend. Zhongli only smiles and combs his hand through your hair. “It’s the normal reaction,” he reassures you, again trying to make you feel better. You only respond with your own hug but his next sentence makes you flustered, all thoughts of earlier gone as he whispers into your ear.

“Would you like your own positive pregnancy test?”

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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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My Baby 💎 Latrelle x Reader

Request: None

Pronouns: None Stated

Word Count: 1615

Warnings: angst , really small mention of blood

“What did I say about getting blood on my carpet?” You mumbled, dabbing the cut on Latrelle’s cheek with a soft tissue.

“Not to,” He replied.

You shake your head, tossing the bloody tissue into the trash can. He was bruised up bad this time. Cuts on his face, a black eye, he was even limping. The blood that dripped from his nose onto your white carpet seemed less of a problem compared to him.

“I’ll clean it for you.” He squints his eyes shut as you clean one of the bigger cuts on his shoulder.

“Don’t worry about it, you need to rest.”

You glance at the time. You had woken up an hour ago to the sound of someone knocking at your door. Of course it was Latrelle, beat up. You knew he had been messing with César again.

You wondered why it was so hard for Latrelle to leave César alone. César rarely messed with him. It was always Latrelle actively making things tense for everyone. He made it hard to be in a relationship with him, while also respecting César and his friends. You toss Latrelle a blanket and a pillow from your bed, before climbing in.

“You can sleep on the couch. Then leave in the morning.”

“Babe, you really gonna treat me that way?”

“Yes, I am because you had the nerve to wake me up at 3am to bandage you up because you were starting some stupid b.s. with César.”

He rolled his eyes and tried to get in the bed with you. “You know it’s the life I live y/n. I have to keep them on their toes or they’ll get comfy. You can’t change me baby”

This pissed you off. You pushed him off of the bed. “No because I know the life you live. I'm not trying to change you, it’s just when you're messing with him that’s when I get mad. Do you know how hard it is to watch you run and start a fight with César and have to baby you back to health, only to look Monse in the eye the next morning to say hello. It’s really freaking hard.”

He throws his hands up, “Whatever you’re bugging. You always take things too far y/n. I wasn’t even really messing with him. It was only him and his girl. He was on me for no reason so I had to say something. It wasn’t my fault he was acting all tough like he was gon do something.”

Your eyes widen and you sit up. “Monse was there?” You ask.

“If that’s her name then yeah.”

“You fought him while Monse was there!” You yell, throwing a pillow at his face.

The pillow hits Latrelle hard. He throws it out your bedroom door, turning to look at you, his mouth turning into a scowl.

You return the face, “You’re lucky he didn’t have a gun, Latrelle! You know he gets protective when he's with his friends. You know this!”

“You need to calm down. Why are you getting so emotional?”

“Why am I getting emotional? I’m getting emotional because one day you might not knock on my door. You might be bleeding out in the street, because of your dumb decisions. I would never forgive myself if you…” You felt tears start to roll down your cheek, but you don’t stop yelling even though your voice is breaking with sobs.

“Please break up with me if you are going to keep doing this. Please. I can’t keep helping you like this. I can’t keep defending you. Don’t you love me? Why can’t we go to the park or on dates like we used to? Why will you ignore my texts for days but feel fine with coming to my door bloody. You said you love me so why don’t you act like it?”

Latrelle stared up at you from his place on the ground. You were full on crying now. Fat tears slid down your face onto your sheets and you put your head in your hands. You heard Latrelle get up but you didn’t feel his warmth on your body. You didn’t smell his cologne or feel his tight hugs. He had gotten up and walked out the door.

You got up and threw on a robe, suddenly self-conscious of your outfit even though it was just a shirt and shorts. You ran out of your bedroom, into the hallway, all the way to the front door, but he was gone. He hadn’t even locked the door behind him.

Opening the door you step out. Your hot face was cooled by the wind. It fluttered around you, shaking the trees. The only light there was was the moon and the streetlights. No stars, no cars, not even a firefly and not even your boyfriend.

Shutting the door you slide down with your back against it. You reach the floor and wrap your arms around your knees and continue to cry. Your heart began to ache at the silence. He had left you. He had walked out and left you.

You fell asleep there. On the wooden floor, in front of your front door. In the morning you woke up to your alarm blaring from your room. Your cheeks were still stained with tears, your eyes bright red and it seemed hard to keep them open. All you wanted to do was sleep a little more. To move to your warm bed and fall back asleep, but if you missed a day of school it would make your parents come back sooner. You got up and went to your room to change. You chose a random black sweatshirt and jeans.

After washing your face, brushing your teeth, and eating a little bit of breakfast you start the walk to school. It was one of those mornings where you wished you had more friends, so you wouldn’t have to walk to school alone.

Your lack of friends was one of the things Latrelle liked about you. To him you were safe. Not always the center of attention, but not a nobody. You were a good enough kid that with him being your boyfriend, it made him seem like a better person. In a way you hated him for that. It made you feel more like an accessory than a significant other, but in an attempt to not start crying again, you stop thinking about it.

You walk into the school and head to your first class, then the next. They all go okay. As you walk to lunch Monse gives you a small smile. You smile back, but notice that a lot of people are looking at you. You look down at your outfit. Your jeans weren’t open, the sweatshirt wasn’t backwards. You sit down at your usual lunch table and suddenly the cafeteria doors are swung open. You didn’t care enough to look up.

Someone sits right in front of you. You start to eat your apple, it’s juices dripping down your mouth.

“y/n I’m sorry.” Latrelle mumbled.

“Are you?” You questioned. Using the back of your hand to wipe away the sticky juices.

“I got you this.”

You look up and see a single flower. “You got me one flower that I’m supposed to carry around school.”

“Dang why can’t you be happy,”

“I’m done explaining stuff to you and your dumb attempts of apologizing. You can go.”

Latrelle places the flower on the table. You start to eat your sandwich.

“Look, I’m real sorry y/n. I shouldn’t have walked out on you. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. I was just frustrated. I didn't want you to have to deal with me any more that night. I even apologized to César. Well I didn’t apologize because I aint no punk, but you know I gave him a nod. Babe, I hate when you're angry at me.”

You start to eat your sandwich, but you weren’t hungry anymore. As you get up from your seat to throw your trash away, his hand goes around your wrist. His brown eyes looked into yours, but you removed his hand and walked away.

He followed you into the hallway.

“Y/N please.”

You turn to face him, sticking a finger into his chest. “Look you can apologize all you want, but unless you’re really going to change, leave me alone. I told you, I rather you break up with me then to keep lying and doing stupid stuff.”

He pulls you into an empty classroom. He kissed your neck and rubs his hands on your back, You kiss back. It continues for a few seconds. You and Latrelle make out in an empty classroom until he pulls away and hugs you. His hugs were always almost too tight. He hugged you like he never wanted to let you go, like he never wanted anything to get to you.

“I swear I won’t do anymore stuff like that.” He whispered. He pulled a box out of his back pocket. “Here’s your actual gift.”

Inside the box was a cute gray bracelet with your birthstone in it. Your name and his are written in cursive underneath it, along with your anniversary date. “You really did this for me?”

“Yeah, you my baby. I had to search up ideas. I know you like cute things like this.”

You felt your cheeks start to warm up. The bracelet was exactly your size and you couldn't stop looking at it. “Thank you baby.”

“Anything for you.” He put one of his arms on your shoulders. “You wanna get out of here. You look tired.”

Ignoring your other classes you say yes and walk with him out the back of the school.

Author's Note: Fun fact this was originally going to be a César post, but I decided I wanted to do a cuter one for him. But omg I wanted this to be for him so bad. Be on the lookout for my next post because it will def be a César one! Anyway Requests are still open! Please like if you enjoyed and follow. We're almost at 50 followers and I have a huge surprise when we reach 100 <3!! Have a wonderful day ~c'k

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kirishimaswife2819 · 3 years

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Second Choice || Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, Izuku Midoriya x Reader

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Pairings: Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, and Izuku Midoriya x Reader

Requested by @loxbbg : Hiiiii I was wondering if you can do Izuku x reader x Bakugou where izuku loves reader and Uraraka and reader is tired of being his second choice and pulls herself out of the equation only to see Katsuki was the person for her and she explores that years later Deku tries to ask her out since Uraraka left him and Katsuki steps in telling him he can’t manipulate her or something like that thank youuu!!

Summary: Izuku likes both you and Uraraka, but you’re always the second choice, so after removing yourself from the equation, you fall for Bakugou. But years later, Izuku wants you back.

Word Count: 2.8k

A/n: Thanks for requesting! I tried my best to write this, and I hope I did okay. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this! -Danielle <3

“Thanks, Izuku,” you said, smiling, “I had fun tonight.” You and Izuku were standing in front of his house as you pulled his hoodie tighter around your shoulders. The two of you just got back from a walk on the beach, after spending the day in the park.

“Yeah, I had fun too,” Izuku responded, blushing a bit. You noticed the way his eyes looked to your lips, before looking right back up at your eyes, even if it was only for a few seconds.

“Hey Izuku?” You asked, “Can I kiss you?”

“You wanna what!?” He exclaimed, surprised by your sudden statement, causing him to turn red.

“If you don’t want to-”

“I didn’t say that!” He exclaimed quickly, before calming down a bit, “I’m fine with it.” You smiled, and leaned forward, cupping his cheek, before kissing him. When you pulled away, you both had big smiles on your faces.

“I should probably get inside, before my parents kill me for breaking curfew,” you said, smiling, “See you tomorrow, Zuku.”

“See you tomorrow,” Izuku said, smiling and watching as you walked up the steps and into your house.

You walked into class, smiling, excited to see Izuku today after what happened last night. You opened the door and walked in, looking for the familiar green haired boy. Finally, you spotted him, over by Uraraka’s desk, blushing really bad.

“Finally!” Mina exclaimed, “It took you forever!”

“Took who and what forever?” You asked, approaching the small group of people surrounding Uraraka and Izuku.

“For Uraraka to confess to Deku! We’ve been waiting for this forever, and he even said he likes her back,” Mina explained, but she noticed your face fall at her words, “Hey, why do you look so upset?” You ignored her and tried to hold in your tears as Izuku looked at you. His face immediately fell at the look on your face, because you looked like you were seconds away from sobbing. Mina and a few others noticed as well, so Mina spoke again, “Y/n?”

You didn’t say anything, and instead ran out. You heard a few calls of your name, and suddenly you ran straight into somebody.

“Watch where you’re going, dumbass!” Bakugou yelled, causing you to look at him with your tear filled eyes. You were now letting the tears flow, not bothering to hold them back. Bakugou was taken back by this, “Woah, hey, what the fuck is wrong? Why are you crying?”

“No reason,” you replied, fake laughing and wiping a tear, “I’m just being dramatic.”

“I don’t feel like playing any games, so just go ahead and tell me,” Bakugou said, crossing his arms.

“It’s dumb, I mean why did I even think he would like me back? It’s not like I’m anything special,” you said.

“What the hell are you talking about? Who doesn’t like you back?” Bakugou asked, furrowing his brows.

“Deku,” you replied, making eye contact with him for the first time since he noticed you were crying.

“I’m going to kill that fucking nerd,” Bakugou said, going to move past you, to which you pushed him back.

“No, wait, it’s fine, don’t do anything to Deku. I’ll be fine,” you said, trying to hold back your sobs so you could say what you needed to say, “Just go to class. Tell Aizawa I’m not feeling well.”

You didn’t wait for a response, and walked past him and continued going back home. That day, you ignored all the worried calls and texts from all your friends, wondering what was wrong, but a particular one caught your eye.

Zuku <3: please, y/n, just meet me on the beach where we were last night, I need to talk to you

With a sigh, you wiped the tears from your face and slipped on one of your own hoodies. You made sure to grab Izuku’s hoodie on your way out, to give back to him.

You left and went towards the beach. When you got there, you saw Izuku was already there waiting, sitting in the sand, playing on his phone. Izuku hadn’t expected you to come, so when you approached him and he heard you, he jumped, before realizing it was you.

“Y/n,” he said, quickly standing up. He noticed your tear stained cheeks, puffy red eyes, and even your messy hair.

“What do you want to say to me?” You asked, trying not to cry again.

“I just wanted to apologize. Look, Y/n, I’m really sorry, I didn’t-”

“No, you’re not,” you replied, raising your voice a little, “If you were sorry, you wouldn’t have kissed me and then admitted to liking Uraraka the next day. You don’t care about me, and it’s obvious that you never have.”

“But I do!” He exclaimed, “I just.. I just like Ochaco more.”

“Of course, you do,” you replied, letting out a fake laugh, “Leave it to dumb old me to assume that anybody could love me more than her.”

“Wait, Y/n, I-”

“Here take your hoodie back,” you said, tossing it into his arms, “I don’t want it.” You turned and went to walk away, but Izuku stopped you, grabbing your shoulder.

“Wait, Y/n.” He tried, but you roughly pushed your shoulder back and forced his hand off of it.

“Goodbye Midoriya,” you said, walking away, leaving Izuku alone on the beach. When you got back to your room, you broke down again, and eventually you cried yourself to sleep.

The next morning, you were awoken by your alarm. Once you rubbed away the sleep from your eyes, you could see that you had so many notifications.

3 missed calls and 4 texts from Ochaco 5 missed calls and 10 texts from Mina

Along with a bunch of other missed calls and texts from other members of the class, but once again, one caught your eye. A text and missed call from somebody who you had never thought would text you unless he absolutely had to.

Bakugou: He’s a fucking idiot, don’t let him get to you

After removing all of the notifications, you got up, wiping your eyes and beginning to get ready for the day. You were aware you looked a wreck as you walked into the classroom but at this point you really didn’t care. You walked in the room, and past Izuku, who had tried speaking with you, to sit at your desk. A few people tried talking to you, but after being ignored, they gave up. Ochaco came up and apologized, and she surprisingly sounded like she was actually sorry, so you accepted her apology and told her to just go and be happy with Izuku.

The rest of the day up until lunch, you attended all your classes, trying your best to avoid Izuku or any of his friends altogether. During lunch, instead of going to sit with Izuku, like you normally did, you went to go sit by yourself somewhere, but a voice stopped you.

“Hey! L/n!” Kirishima yelled, gaining your attention, “Come sit with us!” You gave him a small smile and walked over, sitting in between him and Mina. Sero, Kaminari, and Bakugou were also sitting at the table.

“Thanks,” you said, causing Kirishima to smile.

“No problem,” he replied, and went back to talking with Sero about something. You spent the rest of lunch with them, only really talking when one of them asked you a question, or said something to you. Bakugou was the one who spoke with you the most, and every time he did, you thought back to the message he sent you.

Finally, lunch was over, but Kirishima stopped you before you got up and left, to ask a question.

“Do you want to hang out with us after school? We’re going to the arcade,” Kirishima said, looking at you with hopeful eyes.

“I don’t know,” you replied.

“Oh, well, we’re going to be there at like four, so if you’re coming, just text me so we can wait for you,” Kirishima explained, and you nodded.

“Okay, I might come. Thanks,” you said, giving him a small smile, before walking past him and to your next class. After the day was over, you went home and looked to the clock. You had managed to avoid Izuku for the rest of the day, despite him trying to speak with you multiple times. You continued to look at the clock, thinking about if you wanted to meet up with Kirishima and his friends at the arcade or not. You weren’t in the best mood, but it might take your mind off of things.

So, you took out your phone and sent him a quick text, letting him know that you were going to be coming. Then, you changed out of your uniform and into something more comfortable. You looked in the mirror and tried to look a little more presentable than you did throughout the school day. Eventually, you grabbed some money, and your phone, before leaving the house and making your way to the arcade.

When you got there, you opened the door, and entered. You looked around for a moment, before spotting Bakugou, Kirishima, Kaminari, and Mina standing a little ways away from the entrance, talking.

“Hey guys,” you said, approaching them.

“Hey Y/n,” Mina said, smiling at you. She still kind of felt bad for being the one to break the news to you yesterday, even though she didn’t do anything wrong.

“Alright, what are we doing first?” Kirishima asked, looking around at all his friends. They each said something different, so Kirishima turned to you, “What do you wanna do?”

“I really don’t care,” you said, with a shrug.

“Why don’t you go with Bakugou?” Kirishima asked, gesturing to the blonde, who was standing off to the side, crossing his arms and leaning up against the wall.

“Sure,” you said, as Bakugou stood straight up, uncrossing his arms.

“Come on, dumbass,” Bakugou said, making you follow him towards whatever game he wanted to play. You two spent a couple hours playing different games, before you all met back up in front of the arcade. Kirishima had to go home and eat dinner, and so did Mina and Kaminari, leaving you and Bakugou all alone.

“Well, I should probably-”

“Do you wanna get something to eat?” Bakugou asked, startling you.

“W-what?”

“Are you deaf? I asked if you wanted to get something to eat,” Bakugou repeated.

“Oh, uh, I guess, if you want to,” you said.

“Alright, let’s go,” Bakugou said, forcing you to follow him towards a pretty popular fast food restaurant in town. You two got in line and ordered at the counter, before sitting down at a table and waiting for your order number to be called.

“Why did you ask me to get food with you?” You asked, looking around.

“What? Am I not allowed to want to eat food with you?” Bakugou asked.

“Well, no, I mean, you are, but why just me? You didn’t offer for any of the others to get dinner with you, so why me?” You asked.

“Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes, “I like you, a lot. And I wanted to tell you.”

“You,” you said, trying to process it, “Like me?”

“Don’t make me say it twice,” he replied, crossing his arms.

“Oh,” you said, “I-”

“You don’t have to answer right away,” Bakugou said, “I know you’re upset because that damn nerd broke your heart, but once you get over him, maybe we can work something out.”

“Maybe,” you replied, giving him a small smile.

It had been a whole five years since that occurred. Katsuki and you started dating a few months after he confessed, and you had been happy ever since. You two were now engaged, and you couldn’t be happier. Everything was going perfect, until you heard a knock on the door and you opened it to be met with a certain green haired, pro hero, Deku.

“Deku,” you said, “It’s been a while.”

“Yeah,” he said, giving you a small smile, “Can I come in? I wanted to speak with you about something.”

“Oh, uh, sure,” you said, moving aside and allowing him to come in, “Come on, we can sit in the living room.” Izuku nodded, and followed you into the room, where he sat down on the couch.

“What kind of-” Bakugou cut himself off, as he stepped into the room. He had a different type of seasoning in each hand, “Deku.”

“Hey Kacchan, what are you doing here?” Izuku asked, causing you and Bakugou to give each other a look. How did Izuku not know that you two were together? Literally, everybody knew. Bakugou was about to tell him, but you spoke to him.

“Both,” you said, referring to the bottles of seasoning in his hands. Bakugou decided to leave you and Izuku alone, but he gave the hero one last glare for good measure, before stepping back into the kitchen.

“Alright, now, what did you need?” You asked, giving Izuku a small smile. You had managed to avoid him for the rest of your time at U.A., and even as a pro hero you managed to not have to work with him, so you were wondering what he was doing here when you made it clear that you never wanted to see him again.

“I’ve really missed you,” Izuku said, catching you by surprise. You weren’t sure what you were expecting him to say but it definitely wasn’t that.

“Uh, I guess I’ve missed you too,” you replied, even though it wasn’t really true. Sure, you missed him in the first few months since you had stopped talking to him, but after that, you barely even thought about him.

“Look, Y/n, I sort of regret what happened when we were at U.A. You know, when I confessed to Uraraka after we kissed. And I want to know if you wanna try again,” Izuku explained.

“You mean try again as in, be friends, right?” You asked, hoping he wasn’t suggesting what you thought he was.

“No, I mean in a romantic way,” Izuku said.

“If you really think she’s going to say yes, then you’re dumber than you look,” Bakugou said, crossing his arms.

“Kacchan, this is a private-”

“It stopped being private the second you tried to get my fiance to give you a second chance,” Bakugou said, “And don’t tell me you didn’t know, because literally everybody knows. Now, you have about one minute to get the hell out of my house before I blow your ass up.”

“I’m not leaving. What makes you think she likes you more than she likes me?” Izuku asked, crossing his arms.

“Are you fucking serious? You actually think that she still likes you after what you did to her?” Bakugou asked, “You know, I-”

“Wait,” you said, causing both men to stop glaring at each other and look at you, “Katsuki’s right, Izuku. I stopped liking you after you did that to me, and I’m not going to start liking you again.”

“But, I-”

“No, you’ve said what you needed to say, get out,” you said, standing up, “Now.”

“Y/n, wait-”

“Are you fucking deaf? She said to get the fuck out!” Bakugou yelled.

“Fine,” Izuku said, standing up and walking out. You and Katsuki followed him and watched as he opened the front door and stepped out. He looked at you with teary eyes, and he almost said something but you interrupted him.

“Goodbye Midoriya,” you said, slamming the door in his face, and then turning to Katsuki, who looked the most pissed you’ve ever seen him, “Well, that was a fun activity for a Saturday night.”

“No, it was not,” Katsuki replied, “Are you good?”

“Why wouldn’t I be good?” You asked.

“Just checking,” he replied, “You used to like Deku, just making sure you’re alright.”

“I stopped liking him five years ago,” you replied, “Trust me, I’m over him.”

“You better be,” Katsuki replied, causing you to give him a kiss.

“I am, now, do you want help with dinner?” You asked, causing Katsuki’s eyes to go wide.

“Shit,” he said, rushing over to the kitchen, “Great, it fucking burnt. All because of that damn nerd.”

“Calm down, we’ll just get take out. How about pizza?” You asked, picking up your phone, and going through your contacts.

“Sure,” Bakugou replied, throwing out the burnt food, before going back to the living room and sitting on the couch. You joined him after ordering the food. You cuddled into his side as he turned the T.V. on.

“I love you,” you said.

“More than Deku?” Katsuki asked, even though he already knew the answer.

“Yes, Katsuki, more than Deku.”

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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The GQ Couples Quiz

You, a famous actress, and your boyfriend, MGK, do an interview about your relationship for GQ.

Request: “Can I get a Colson Baker imagine where you do the couple interview for buzzfeed please”

Colson x Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I changed it to the GQ interview because I couldn’t find the one for Buzzfeed, sorry!

Word Count: 2480

“Hey guys I’m MGK”

“And I’m Y/S/N”

“And this is the GQ couples quiz.” You both said at the same time before busting out in laughter at the corniness.

“I think you know way more about me than I know about you.” Colson said, a nervous look on his face.

You giggled, “I think I know some stuff that could get you into trouble.”

The producers behind the cameras laughed at that. “Okay, I’ll go first.” Colson picked up the cards in his hand. “What is my full name?”

You smiled, “Starting off with the heavy stuff here, guys.” You said, looking behind the cameras with a laugh. “Your full name is Richard Colson Baker.” Colson made a face at the use of his first name which made you giggle.

“Yeah, but if anyone calls me Richard or Richie,” he pointed straight into the camera, “I will come for you.” You giggled at his silliness, looking at your own card which held the same question.

“Okay, what is my full name?” You looked up at him, “If you get this wrong, I will walk out of here.”

His eyes went wide, “I think I know my own girlfriend’s name Ms. Y/F/N.” You giggled, nodding in approval, and letting him continue. “Where was I born?”

You rolled your eyes, “Houston, Texas. Easy. Where was I born?”

“Y/B/T” He said with a grin, flipping to the next card.

“What is my secret talent?”

“You say this is your secret talent, but you talk about it all the time so I don’t know if it counts.” You said, “but you can juggle.”

He nods, “That’s the only talent I have so it counts.” You giggled, shaking your head. “Yours is that you can balance shit on your head, right? Like cups and plates and shit.”

You nodded, “together we make a whole circus act.”

You both laughed, his entire body moving as he did. Eventually, he calmed down and looked at the next card. “I’m gonna look like such a shitty boyfriend.” You laughed, waiting for him to read the question, “What’s my favorite meal?”

You laughed harder, “you don’t know my favorite meal?”

He threw his head back, “I know what you eat a lot but like, I couldn’t tell you what is specifically your favorite meal.”

You giggled, “yours is Soul food. Like chicken and mac n cheese and all that.”

He nodded, “I was gonna say chicken wings, but you’re right.”

“Every time we go to Cleveland you drag me to that one place and you get so excited about it.” You told him and he smiled. “Do I wanna ask you what mine is?”

“Dude, you are gonna make me look so bad.” He shook his head, but tried anyways, “I mean, I know you like making breakfast with me and Case, but I don’t know if that’s your favorite meal or not.”

You grinned widely, excited that he got it right. “No, you’re so right. Like, it’s not the best food,” he pouted, “but the fact that we all make it together is really cute.”

He blushed, reading the next card. “What is my favorite song to sing around the house?” He started laughing in the middle of the question, making you laugh with him.

“Oh my god, what doesn’t he sing around the house?” You said to the crew behind the screen. Slim and Baze were standing to the side, laughing with you. “I guess normally its whatever he’s working on. Like I swear, no one is more obsessed with his music than he is.”

His cheeks were red and he buried his face behind his cards. “I’d like to disagree but I really don’t have a favorite song to sing around the house. It’s just kind of whatever’s in my head.’

“So, then I still get the point, right?”

“I guess you still get the point.” He sighed.

“Okay this one is different for me, what is my favorite song to dance to?” You asked, grinning slyly at him.

He rolled his eyes, “if you play anything by 24kGoldn, she will be dancing to it. If you play anything I’ve come out with, she skips it.”

You gaped, “I do not skip it you ass! You just don’t make good dancing music. There’s nothing wrong with that, I just can’t dance and cry at the same time.” By the end of your statement, you were both laughing like little kids. “But Goldn, he makes some dance-worthy music.”

Colson shook his head but continued. “What was the name of the first song I ever released and my first album?”

“Lace up.” You announced, making the x symbol with your hands. Colson nodded, smiling at you fondly. “Uh, your first song was…” you trailed off, thinking. “It wasn’t Wild Boy, was it?”

He shook his head, “nope, earlier than that. It was never on an official album.”

Your eyes shot open in realization, “Oh! Alice in Wonderland!” You shouted and he nodded, smiling proudly.

“I swear to God I look so bad right now.” He complained.

You chuckled, shaking your head, “We’ve gotten the same number of questions right! I wouldn’t have gotten that if you hadn’t told me it wasn’t on an album.” He let out a sigh but you continued, “what was the first piece of film I ever appeared in?”

You could tell he was thinking, “like commercials and stuff count?” You nodded, “you were in that Febreze commercial when you were like, 12, weren’t you?”

You laughed really loud, your head going back and your eyes shutting. “I hate that you know that.” Colson pumped his fists in the air, celebrating his correct answer.

“If you were to ask like your first actual like movie, it was Nerve, cause that’s how we met.” He said, a wide grin on his face. You nodded, matching his energy. He looked at the card, his eyes going soft. “Okay this one’s cute, when was our first date and what did we do?”

You giggled, remembering the long path to your relationship. “Our first actual date was on April 23rd, 2019. We went to a little drive-in movie and you borrowed Baze’s truck and we sat in the bed and uh… let me just say we didn’t do much watching.” The crew members started laughing with you, so much that you had to take a few seconds of a break.

“We’ll cut the break out, don’t worry.” The assistant director said. Colson’s face was red, trying to hide his laugh as you went back to the video.

You cleared your throat, “when was our first kiss?”

He chuckled, “It was not that night, funnily enough.” You both giggled, hiding your face in embarrassment. “Our first kiss was the night before. It was my birthday and we were in this huge house and there were a ton of people around and I realized that you were the only person I actually wanted to be with at that moment in time. So, we snuck out to the backyard with a bottle of something and spent the rest of the night getting drunk with each other. And at some point, I kissed you.” You smiled, the memory of that night coming back to you. “And then I asked you on said first date.”

There were a few scattered “awes” from the production team, which you laughed off. “Yeah, yeah, yeah, it was cute, next question.”

He shook his head at you but read the next question, “Ugh, these are all so cheesy. When did I first say I loved you?”

You chuckled, “You were on tour and I hadn’t seen you in like two months except on the phone. So, when you got back, you took me and Casie out for lunch and then we went to this skate park. I remember I was teaching Casie how to skate and you just kind of blurted it out. And Casie and I both looked at you like “what the fuck did you just say?” and you got really embarrassed about it and then Casie said “finally!” like she had been waiting for it.”

You were a giggling mess, happiness flooding your body as you remembered the moment. “No,” he started, “you don’t understand. Casie figured it out like weeks before me. We were talking on the phone, and this kid, my nine-year-old daughter, started teasing me about how nervous I was to tell you.”

Your grin widened. “I swear Casie would’ve killed me if I hadn’t told you that day.”

“I will have to thank Casie at some point.” You said as you flipped to the next question. “What is my favorite movie and TV show? You gotta get them both right.”

He put his head in his hands, letting out a sigh. “I know your favorite movie is Nerve for obvious reasons,” he motioned up and down his body, “however, I know you’ve seen The Dirt about a hundred times, so.” He pointed his head at you and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s so egotistical.” You said to the camera. “But you’re right, Nerve is my favorite movie not only because its how we met but also because it was the first movie I was ever in. But if you were to ask my favorite movie that I’m not in, it would be The Dirt. You get 2 points for that one.”

Colson nodded, “hell yeah. Okay, what do I consider my biggest career accomplishment?”

Your eyes went wide as you realized you didn’t know the answer. “I could say like three or four different things right now.” You whined, looking to him for help. “When Miocic started coming out to your song, when you recorded with Crue, when Cena started using your song. You’ve done so much shit.”

He chuckled, “yeah but what’s the most important one, like to me?”

You tilted your head, “Was it when you performed on New Year’s?” You asked, feeling slightly embarrassed.

He laughed, “you’re a goddamn mind reader, I swear.” You smiled, sighing in relief, “yeah, it wasn’t like the biggest thing but it was the most important to me.”

You smiled, “we’re just on the same wavelength.” He rolled his eyes at your goofiness. “Okay, okay. How do you know when I’m mad at you?”

He chuckled, looking down at his hands, “if its something I did and we’re like, in public, you just won’t talk to me and like you won’t let me touch you.” He turned to the camera and the rest of the room, “like we are both very touchy people, so if she stops holding my hand or something, I know I fucked up.”

You giggled, nodding in agreement, “but if I really mess up, she’ll let me know.”

“We’re very big on communication.” You smiled, both of you stifling laughter at the many memories of you arguing over stupid things. “But it’s why this works, y’know?” You said to the camera.

“You should get this one, what’s my biggest fear?” He asked, the room falling silent.

You turned to look at him, a soft smile on your face. “Losing Casie.” You said, “or me, but mostly Casie.” You both knew how much he loved Casie. It was what attracted you to him so much in the first place. And since you’d known him, Casie had become equally important in your life.

He nodded, “yeah. I’ve had, like, actual nightmares about it. Scariest shit.”

You let the answer linger in the air for a second before pulling out the last card. “Okay, last question. When did we first meet and when did you first realize you liked me?” You grinned up at him and he blushed.

“First day we met was the day of the Nerve read through and we hit it off immediately. But I realized I “liked” you,” he used air quotes when he said the word liked, “when you did that ladder scene. I remember thinking like, “damn, that girl is fucking metal.””

You laughed, “I was so terrified but I was trying to keep calm because I wanted you to think I was cool.” You squeezed your eyes shut, “I was freaking out.”

Colson laughed with you, pausing to catch his breath, “but the first time I realized I loved you was when I was on tour. Normally I called you before I went out after the show, but this one night I was really burnt out and the only thing I wanted to do was to sit on the bus and facetime you. And even though I was like four hours behind you and it was like 5 am where you were, you stayed up with me and we just talked for a while. And then you fell asleep without hanging up and I couldn’t bring myself to hang up. So, I just, as creepy as this shit sounds, I just watched you sleep. And I had that thought of like, I could do this every night and not get bored of it. And that’s when I realized that I loved you.”

The look on your face explained your emotions perfectly, and it was something the internet talked about for a while after the video was released. Colson blushed, “now you gotta say when you first realized you liked me so I don’t look like a little bitch.”

You laughed loudly, body shaking. “Ok, first time I realized I liked you was when you brought Casie to set. Like, the way you acted with her and everything was so sweet. Like I was already attracted to you but that was the point where I was like, woah.” You made wide eyes to prove your point. “I realized I loved you the same facetime call. I hate being woken up and I was really mad when my phone rang. But then I saw it was you and my heart literally did a little backflip. The next morning, I woke up to the call still going and you were asleep on the other end and I realized that I would never answer a facetime call at 5 am for anyone else.”

He smiled fondly at you, “we’re so in sync.” You giggled, agreeing.

“Okay, that was our really cheesy GQ couple’s quiz. Thank you guys so much for watching. Stream Daywalker by MGK and Corpse.” You said to the camera.

“And go see Y/N’s new movie out on Netflix!” Your boyfriend said giving a thumbs up to the camera.

The director gave you the signal to cut and you let out a sigh of relief, looking over to Colson, who was already looking at you. “I love you.” He said.

“I love you too, dork.” You mumbled, moving from your chair to his, resting your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you.

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