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delicrieux · 3 years

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☆ﾐ 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚊𝚢 "𝚘𝚑"

PART 8: CAT BOYS

... it’s late into the night and y/n is streaming with one of her new friends, sykkuno. running on caffeine and redbull is apparently not enough because she falls asleep on his shoulder 45 minutes into their cyberpunk gameplay. at that exact moment, twitter goes up in flames.

─── corpse husband x reader, sykkuno x reader (because i was threatened by thirsty anons) ─── soc. media + written fiction! ─── word count: 1.8k author’s note: here it is...what yall been asking for. literally had to add a new part for this but i loved this idea sm i couldnt just nOT NOT do it. i tried writing this with the same energy as the smau lmao so expect chaos as always. hope you enjoy it and as always lmk what u think! hopefully yall wont go too feral, but tbh thats prolly too much to ask for xx EDIT: srr for the fucky format tumbler dot com is being lame

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Such a back and forth continues for the better part of the day as you get ready. Corpse only whines a bit when you forget to text him back - you are packing, and your prestigious cat ears you bought from Amazon for 10$ deserve exquisite care - which only fuels your seemingly bottomless hunger for mischief, leading to you sneakily ignoring him more. When your phone lights up with a message, you giggle, giddy with excitement. Your laughter only gets louder and more erratic, to the point where Rae had busted down your door and threw her Hello Kitty plush at you - one you’d gotten her, mind you! - and told you to just “Shut the fuck up!”

Ungrateful. You know not everyone can appreciate your sense of humor, or stand your hyena like cackle, but that was uncalled for and you told her as much. Noting the mess your room is in (more than usual, that’s for certain), she leans onto the door frame, crossing her arms over her chest, pretty brown eyes twinkling curiously, “Where you off to?”

“So I had this idea-” You start, but are promptly shut down with a raise of her palm.

“Already know it’s a bad one.”

Insulted, and hurt, you clutch your heart. As if she had not mocked you enough today, “Rae...The hell, that’s so mean...” You mutter, face scrunching into a soft frown, “I only wanted to tell you what me and Syk thought of.”

“Oh?” Intrigued, she raises a brow, “Continue.”

“Gee, thanks for letting me this time.” You mumble, rolling your eyes, “So. We thought we’d stream together. The catch? In the same room! We’ll be playing Cyberpunk. Gotta cash in while the hype is still up.” You add, making her snort, “And, ya know, the whole cat boy business...We’ll be wearing matching cat ears. Admit it, I’m a genius.”

She’s quiet for a moment, mulling over your words; you can practically see the gears in her head turning. She glances around the room, then briefly at you, strangely apprehensive. “You sure that’s a good idea?”

Well, that is definitely not what you expected her to say. You figured it’d be more along the lines of you’d be one ugly cat. “Huh?” Is all you manage to stutter, “What do you mean?”

She gives you a look, one all people give when something is so plainly obvious, “Y/n. You do know the stans will go wild, right? And you do remember our conversation involving Corp-”

“Nope!” You exclaim cheerily with a bright smile to match. You don’t want to think about that. The relationship between you and Corpse is strictly platonic, and besides, seeing Twitter loosing their shit is always funny, and you never miss an opportunity to mess with your fans. Sykkuno is also a good friend, albeit a new one. This supposed flirting from Corpse’s end Rae deduced was nothing more than her projecting her feelings onto the situation. She always liked shoujo anime and was probably thinking one was happening right in front of her. Not a chance. Corpse was just being a friendly crackhead. Your energies mesh beautifully.

Like, beautifully in a strictly friend way. Absolutely nothing more than that.

She gives up, naturally, arguing with a wall would be more productive than arguing with you. You’re such a (Zodiac sign).

“Well,” She mumbles, ticking her head to the side, leaning off of the door frame and turning to leave, “Don’t say I didn’t tell you so.”

Your grin melts as soon as she leaves. Glancing at your bag, you shove your last necessities in with newfound hesitance.

Nothing bad will happen, right?

...Right?

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It is well past the generally set “appropriate” time to hang out, but since quarantine, what is appropriate anymore anyway? You’ve never been in Sykkuno’s apartment, but now that you’re here it’s...strangely him. Every corner seems tailored to his specific requirements. It’s cozy, and pleasantly warm - it’s a bit chilly in LA, as surprising as that is.

He’s even shyer than you remember him being. And a whole lot more awkward, but in an endearing way, a way that makes you want to laugh and try to reassure him that it’s just you and he has nothing to worry about. While you hung out only once, the history you share is rich and tender. From him following you on Twitter and subsequently prematurely ending your stream, to kidnapping a stray cat affectionately named Juan. His long lost brother, Juan (no the Second, just Juan), lives in your Minecraft server.

His stream room is sadly bare. There’s an appalling lack of merch or fairy lights. Not even led-lights. It’s a good thing you brought your own. As you try to decided which color would be best - his signature lime green, reminiscent of his adorable Among Us astronaut, or, perhaps, mischievous violet? - he boots the game and tweets out a quick “streaming with y/n in ten mins! come one come all!”

“You should probably tell your fans, too.” He mumbles, looking somewhere above your shoulder. You settle with cherry blossom pink. Glancing at him, you shrug.

“Ah, do it for me, please?”

“Oh!” He hiccups, “Uhm, I wouldn’t want to pry and I don’t know your password and-”

“It doesn’t have a password.” You had removed it, knowing something like this would happen. Bless your foresight, you did not want him to know it was demonspiitinmymouth. Before he could protest further, you rush to the nearest mirror to put on your cat ears and make sure they aren’t crooked. You look absolutely adorable. The cat boys in your dms will go feral. Hell, you might just go feral looking at yourself! Sykkuno is not ready. No one is. This will be a stream to remember.

When you return (with flourish of course), he’s anxiously fidgeting by his computer, his own little cat ears, one’s he wore for the Halloween stream, peaking out from his silky brown hair. You have to suppress a squeal. When he catches you gaze he gives the kindest, sweetest little smile.

“They, uh--” He points at you, then decides it’s rude to point, bringing his hand back to his lap, then clutching his mouse, lastly releasing a sound stuck between a chuckle and a wheeze, “suit you, uhm, a lot!” He finishes with a resolute nod, quickly spinning in his chair and away from you.

This is the reaction you desired. All is going according to plan. Is this what God feels like? If not, then you pity her. She’s missing out.

Taking a seat next to him - he had been gracious enough to haul you a spare chair from the kitchen - you draw closer, and he, instinctively, shrinks away with another nervous chuckle.

“You have, uhm... I-I didn’t look!” He quickly chimes. You raise a brow, “Uhm, unopened messages? From Corpse? He texted you when I was tweeting! I didn’t mean to look, I’m sorry-”

Instantly, you recall the famous vine with the scandalous “daddy chill” line, though refrain from saying it aloud. You love havoc, but you’re not evil (Rae would ardently disagree with you, though). Instead, you just shrug, “’S fine, don’t worry. I’ll text him back later. Let’s start?”

He nods, but doesn’t look at you. Granted, you don’t think he glanced at you even once since you returned, “...Okay. Ready?”

“Ready!”

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You’re much too immersed into the game and Sykkuno’s twitch chat to even check what’s happening on Twitter, but your estimated guess is that everyone’s going crazy. The stream chat is unruly as well, but missing the signature Twitter spark. Most of the chaos is bravely lead by your fans. Sykkuno’s, much like the man himself, are too nice to scream so unabashedly.

Perhaps you excitement had been a bit too taxing, perhaps drinking 5 coffees and 2 energy drinks today and not enough water are to blame for the sudden drowsiness you’re feeling, but you can’t focus on the swimming chat or the abundance of cut-scenes at the starting point of the game. You steadily draw nearer and he, more composed in front of his audience, doesn’t react. About ten more minutes of hoovering by his shoulder and muttering soft commentary, and you feel yourself slipping.

The last coherent thought you have is a few choice words directed at caffeine itself for having the opposite effect of you at the worst time possible.

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You float in oblivion for perhaps ten minutes at best. Once you awake with a startle, you shower Sykkuno in shy apologies and he quickly reassures you that it’s fine and that he didn’t mind at all!

“Though,” He adds after a thoughtful pause, “not sure if it was very, uh, comfortable?”

His stream chat spams uwu and variations of similar kind. The stream continues for a few more hours before the both of you wish everyone a good night.

While you planned on wreaking absolute havoc, this sudden falling asleep was unexpected. You pondered the consequences of such an innocent, unplanned act whilst ubering home, fearing to check your phone which by now was blowing up with not only Twitter notifications but also Rae’s angry messages that vaguely read “what the fuck y/n”. Within the past two hours she had left 57 messages on all platforms collectively, including 7 calls.

Corpse’s last text was over three hours ago.

Now that’s strange. Worry festers quickly. Briefly glancing at your surroundings - the pretty glimmer of passing street lights, neon signs, familiar buildings - you decide that it’s time to check what kind of nuclear explosion you’ve caused.

Your heart drops to the bottom of your stomach as you scroll past the hundreds of tweets and mentions. Scan through Rae’s messages.

You had failed to prepare ahead. Every explosion of such kind is followed by nuclear winter. And Corpse’s lack of messages feels especially cold.

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Not you smiling like a fucking idiot reading his last message! You shrink into the backseat, afraid the driver will accidentally look into the rear-view mirror and see you a bit too happy before asking questions. Good news? Yeah, but it’s not like it’s his any beeswax! In the words of Rihanna, just shut up and drive.

This argument had not yet happened, but you’re preparing, just in case.

As you think up of potential scenarios, your eyes drill into Corpse’s goodnight text. You’ve looked at it enough. Time to turn the phone screen off. Leave the app, at the very least. When the screen dims you instantly press on it to wake it up. This is embarrassing. Maybe the deadly amount of caffeine really did mess you up, big time. Your heart races in your chest, painfully almost. You feel a bit sick. Worst of all, you can’t stop smiling.

A notification from Rae makes you snap out of it. Ah, one more demon to deal with.

However, before you talk to her, you really need to tell Twitter that you’re not with Sykkuno. And apologize to Sykkuno as well.

At least Corpse doesn’t hate you.

Fucking hell, just exit the chat you idiot!

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more tags are in the comments bcs tumblr only allows me to tag 50 people max 💙

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ynisamenace · 3 years

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Headcanons for Tamaki, Bakugou and Eraserhead being in a relationship with dom! black reader

a/n: hi guys, I’m so happy and so grateful for all the follows and notes you guys have given me over the past few days💜. I’m working on a part 2 of ‘Party for One’ but here’s some headcannons I made for the meantime.

Amajiki Tamaki

Tamaki has always been more submissive in general. He tended to be a pushover at times which makes it easier for people to mess with him, which makes his anxiousness skyrocket at times.

That was until he met you. You became friends with him after he graduated high school, fresh faced and promoted at his hero agency. You caught his eye the first day he came to work at his new office and stuck with him finding his shyness adorable but also helping him improve in his confidence.

He was entranced by your beauty, the way your tiny afro smelled like (favourite scent) when you walked by him, your lovely voice greeting him every morning, the way your vibrant melanin-filled skin contrasts with his paleness; your constant presence made him develop a crush on you but he never had the confidence to tell you to your face.

You of course weren’t aware of his little crush and his jumpiness and nervousness with you because you thought it was just his normal anxiety. It wasn’t until you overheard him talking to his friend and co-worker, Fatgum that you realized what it really was.

After that you actively sought out Tamaki just to see him be so flustered by your presence 😏 but after a while you had pity on the poor boy and asked him out for coffee and it all went uphill from there.

Loves buying you flowers and dropping them at your desk before you come into work every morning. Seeing your face light up as you read the little notes he leaves you makes the butterflies in his stomach flutter. He just loves seeing you smile in general this man is so whipped😩

He asked you to move in together after the first 4 months of dating and although you disagreed at the time, after your 6 months anniversary and him basically pleading about it every 5 mins, you finally gave in cause how could you say no to that face🥺

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As soon as you officially moved in with him, Tamaki before more affectionate... way more affectionate. Cuddles, kisses, squeezes; everything he could to show you how physically attracted he was to you.

The topic of sex comes up one day when you’re both on the couch, you on his lap and him trailing kisses down your neck. You’ve never gone past steamy make out sessions with eachother but it was clear that you both were very much ready to take the next step

Despite his shy demeanor, Tamaki is way more confident as well as loud in the bedroom. Loud whimpers as you trail your nails down his abs which turn into loud moans as you free his cock from his briefs giving him the best handjobs he’s ever gotten.

Tamaki sometimes does feel insecure about your relationship and about you having to have asked him out first, so he tends to overcompensate in the bedroom. This man is a huge power top. He loves making you feel good, he loves you telling him what to do and will do anything you ask with no hesitation.

Could eat you out for breakfast everyday if he could and definitely incorporates his quirk into it👀. Loves when you trap his head between your thighs it makes him feel warm. He loves when you tie him to the bed and edge him for hours on end while kissing his pretty tears away. He gets off on being vulnerable with you like that and has the most mind blowing orgasms once you decide to take pity on him.

Loves when you sit in his lap and let him suckle on your nipples while caressing his hair. Soft moments like that are what make him fall in love with you even more. Pegging also makes him fall in love with you even more, but more in a sexual manner. Looks at you like a goddess whenever you have his legs spread out, driving your strap-on into him so hard it makes his eyes cross.

Aftercare is so soft and private with you two. Untying his limbs from the bed, putting ointment and kisses on his bruises, cleaning him up with a wet rag and finally laying next to him on the bed, his face in your chest as you whisper praises and sweet nothings into his hair. God he was going to marry you one day.

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou met you while in U.A High but didn’t start dating you until almost 3 years after graduation You had never interacted that much in high school as you always saw him as the immature, rash and not considerate of others feelings

He gave off an air of someone commanding and who would never submit and you had never really cared for such men; the macho ‘call-me-daddy’ type men he actually did jokingly tell you to once when you guys were arguing which just made you steer clear of him more, angering him further.

After graduating, Bakugou became more mature, choosing to develop himself into a better person than he was in high school, and became the no 2 hero of Japan, creating his own hero agency. You started working at his agency 2 years after graduation, you also steadily climbing the ranks of the hero world landing in the top ten heroes list. He began harbouring a crush on you soon after, looking for ways to finally confess to you but were still adamant on avoiding him, still believing him to be the same immature boy that he was in highschool.

One day, Bakugou couldn’t take it anymore and cornered you in a hallway, confessing quickly while a light blush was dusted on his cheeks. He also apologized for the way he acted in highschool and basically pleaded to go on a date with you although he’ll never admit it lol

After his confession, you both started hanging out more both at work and outside of work. He officially asked you to be his girlfriend after the third date when he came to your apartment to cook your favourite dish for you after a grueling day at work and you happily agreed as long as he promised to continue cooking for you which led to you two moving in together a year later.

Dating the number 2 hero in Japan was not easy to say the least. Late night and early mornings plagued both of your lives, sometimes not being able to catch eachother at home at the same time for weeks on end. This led to arguments that turned into silent treatments until you both came to your senses and apologized to one another. He hates fighting with you, fearing you’ll leave him due to his occasional outbursts.

When you guys do fight, he apologizes through gift giving and cuddles, since he’s not very good with words. Loves buying you brightly coloured clothes and jewelry that matches your skin tone because you look ethereal to him in them. Sometimes steals glances at you just to admire your skin and whatever protective style you’re wearing.

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You and Bakugou had a long talk before you both started getting intimate. Although he was more mature, he still didn’t want to be submissive in the bedroom as he thought it would make him less ‘masculine’. He kept refusing until you managed to wear him down one day, him grumbling about how stupid it would be.

Oh how wrong he was because this man thrives off of your dominance now. A bratty power bottom, he loves making you put him in his place, which is always under you. Something about you having the confidence to ‘dominate’ the number 2 hero in Japan makes him melt. Is very much into cock and ball torture and just humiliation and degradation in general. Loves seeing you in leather cause it gives you that dominatrix look that makes him whimper

Very teary eyed when getting pegged and loves when you grab his hair to pull him back and lick his tears away. But at the same time, loves when you mercilessly keep pounding into him despite his tears, choking back a sob as he orgasms for the umpteenth time.

Is the type of sub that looks like a dom out in public but has a vibrating buttplug inside him during meetings as he glances to you as you smirk and turn up the intensity every few seconds.

The biggest brat ever omg he will rile you up on purpose just so that you can punish him by locking him in a chastisy cage and riding his favourite strap on you put on him, all while denying him the pleasure of touching you. That’s when he begs the most, mind dumb and babbling nonsense until you finally let his pretty little cock out.

Aftercare is in equal parts for both of you as sometimes you get dom drop after long sessions. He knows that it can make you feel guilty o sometimes regretful and makes sure to tell you how much he loves you after every session. You also reassure him that he is more than enough for you, limbs tangled together in bed as you doze off next to him.

His lips curl into a little smile as he falls asleep as well, thinking of you and the engagement ring he’s yet to give you in his bedside drawer.

Shota Aizawa

Aizawa had never actively looked for people to date. He felt like he had too much on his plate already with class 1-A and didn’t think anyone would be willing to date someone whose life was so hectic. So when you joined U.A as a new teacher in class in class 1-B, he didn’t bat an eye only glancing at you at times as you pass the hallway.

Glances turned into stares which turned into thinking about you and how your mini twists framed your face so perfectly and how soft your skin looked and how your darks eyes drew him in and-

Fuck

Ok so maybe he did have space on his plate for dating cause duh look at you. He asked you out by whispering in your ear during homeroom one day as he dropped off a stack of papers on your desk. You were taken aback by his boldness but accepted nonetheless. You didn’t know it, but Aizawa had fallen for you long before he got the balls to ask you out😏

You dated for 3 years and lived together after 2 until you walked into the kitchen one morning and saw him on one knee, flowers petals everywhere and a small smile as he asks “Marry me?” You didn’t know whether to laugh or cry oh to be proposed to by Shota Aizawa😭

He loves referring to you as his wife and loves when you come to 1-A to give him his bento box, even though he acts like he hates it. Let’s you in his sleeping bag for a nap in the break room, even though Present Mic comes in to annoy both of you most of the time.

Melts when he sees you interacting with the kids in 1-A, even heard Deku slip up and call you mom once when you came to his class to greet him.

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Speaking of kids guess who has a big fat breeding kink. Even though you both know you’re not exactly prepared to have kids at the moment, the risk that comes with him making love to you raw turns him on. You definitely exploit his kink by telling degrading him, saying how he doesn’t deserve to cum inside you with his useless cock and that just makes him want to prove you wrong, rutting into you faster as he whimpers about making you feel good.

Loves when you take him from behind and bend him on a surface and fucking him like a little whore, scarf stuffed into his mouth as a make-shift gag when he gets too loud. Especially when you do it on one of the desks in his classroom after hours, the embarrassment of a seeing a student sitting on it the next day making his brain fog and his cum leak out, painting the floor and the desk white as he spasms in your hold, tongue lolling out as you press him to the floor to clean up his mess.

Is into somnophilia and has woken up many times to you bouncing on his cock, refusing to let him cum until you’re satisfied with the amount of orgasms he’s given you.

Has definitely sniffed your panties before, even pocketing them into his dress pants and taking them to work with him, all so he can use them to fist his cock in the staff restrooms, panting like a dog in heat as sobs your name into his hand, secretly wanting to get caught by you.

He loves your aftercare so much. Running baths for both of you, kissing the hickeys and scratches you left on him and letting him lay in your arms when his body gives out. Genuinely loves pushing past his limits with you because he knows he trusts you.

Definitely the best husband and the best lover ever 10/10 would recommend.

Tags: @itzgabz22

#mha x black reader #mhaxblackreader!#my hero academia #bnha smut #dom!reader #tamaki x y/n #bakugou x y/n #aizawa x reader #sub!character #blackreader!#gn!reader #fem! reader #bnha fluff #ceowrites

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darlington-v · 3 years

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I know different interpretations of a work are generally enriching and cool... but c!dream villan interpretations is like how to tell me you only watch Tommy without saying you only watch tommy.... which would be fine but its not a great place to be making statements about the whole nature of the dsmp lol

Wild speculation, but sometimes I wonder if like, because the dsmp didn't really start as a narrative, and a lot of fans don't nessecarily enter it expecting a narrative, but then there is one and the fandom is really discourse heavy and everyone is sort of excpeted to have an opinion while maybe not expecting to form one from the begining or not having a ton of experience with narrative in a way that would "expect" them to have an opinion or not take things at face value??, I don't know if I explained that well at all... and I don't really even think thats right nessecarily... but like wow sometimes some of the takes about power and government and villany...

Honestly, it makes sense!!!

I think something interesting is like.... looking at how animatics have shaped the like tone and culture of the fandom essentially. Like, an interesting fact that I didn't really fully grasp until SUPER recently is like...

c!Wilbur out the gate admits he is manipulating c!Tommy. Like his first youtube video on the Dream SMP he admits his goal is to manipulate c!Tommy and people like c!Tommy into helping him achieve a potion ("drug") empire to monopolize on potions because there were a lot of people on the server who like to min-max, which is to put all of your effort into this one specific skill essentially. so like... i know minecraft doesnt have a skill tree but if it did, it would be putting all your points into that one specific branch of a skill tree. So he wanted to exploit the labor of all the TommyInnits to.... maintain a Potion Empire.

THIS IS A LONG POST BC I GOT CARRIED AWAY SO BUCKLE UP

And I don't think a lot of the fandom who joined later on knows this. I certainly didn't until like a week or so ago? Like... I knew c!Wilbur had been manipulative from the start because I'm a mod of (shameless self promo incoming) @dsmpanalysis and we have a lot of different POVs in that mod team and discord and we talk about it really frequently. I joined the fandom as someone who was really big on L'manburg ESPECIALLY crimeboys, and have turned into.... *gestures vaguely to my blog*

And ngl I owe a lot of it to @1-michibiki-1 in terms of c!Dream "Apologism" but all of the mods there have expanded my thoughts and views on the storylines of this narrative.

My application consisted of like largely essays about like... how I think Dream was the villain but he was meant to be the villain because you don't get any insight into his character WHICH.... IS A FAIR ASSUMPTION AT FIRST GLANCE. People are easily villainized when you cannot get a glimpse into their thought process. It's easy to dwindle someone down into this flat character and starting out I knew Dream didn't stream the SMP on purpose.

And I personally came to the conclusion of "Oh! So Dream is supposed to be the villain." However as the story continued and I learned more about what Dream went through I began to realize that... it's more than likely a form of a red herring. My opinions on this were immediately solidified when I watched Ranboo's 2 MIL stream because both Ranboo AND Dream agree on enjoying red herrings.

There have been MANY times were Dream has said that c!Dream is a complex character and he's not a wholly evil guy and there have been times where the narrative has honestly just proved that.

Anyways, what's important though was that... I learned most of this from other people who were more focused on c!Dream rather than myself. Eventually I shifted from c!Tommy to c!Ranboo and c!Techno after c!Tommy betrayed c!Techno and I began to realize.... everything I learned before hopping in wasn't exactly what it seemed.

Part of this is because I'm older, I heavily identify with c!Techno's sense of loyalty and philosophies on government, but I especially identify with the anguish c!Techno voiced in... a lot of lore but especially the lore around Doomsday.

I'm not 16 anymore. I don't always feel wronged by adults, or older people in my case, whenever they absolutely have done something wrong by me, but I do feel wronged by my close friends. I also felt like c!Tommy's sense of loyalty didn't line up with mine after what felt like him constantly flip-flopping and refusing to understand c!Techno's morals on government didn't line up with his.

In short, it was easier to identify with Tommy in these animatics versus in the actual stream content because c!Tommy is played by a 16 year old. I'm not a teenager and my line of thinking doesn't entirely line up with people that age anymore. It's harder to place myself in the same shoes of someone's OC who is played closer to their actual age, because I'm not that age.

Regardless, I was still on the c!Dream is a villain train. I wasn't ever like... c!Dream is repulsive I hate him, but I was like omg hot villain lad go brrr.

Even when the first like... mellohi, panic room, Ranboo lore stream popped up I thought "Oh! c!Ranboo corruption arc?"

And I was excited because I really wanted this shy, nervous character to turn into villain buddies with his good pal c!Dream. I'm a total sucker for villains and corruption arcs and all that good shit.

SO I STARTED GETTING REALLY INTERESTED IN ENDERSMILE. I'VE BEEN ON ENDERSMILE SQUAD OUT THE GATE. NOT THE SAME WAY I AM NOW, BUT I'VE ALWAYS WANTED THEM TO TEAM UP.

So... upon not really keeping up with c!Dream and being relatively??? indifferent? I don't think I started arguments on c!Dream back then, but I might have. But I remember like... starting to participate more whenever c!Dream came up and looking more into Dream's character BUT ESPECIALLY TALKING WITH OUR SERVER'S C!DREAM SPECIALIST MICHI ABOUT DREAM A LOT MORE.

And because Michi has been a watcher since day one and was a DTeam fan rather than a SBI fan, she was able to provide me with more information on how the server worked pre-Tommy but especially pre-Wilbur.

Now, you could definitely argue well Michi probably has clear bias but it made sense to me when I looked back on how the storyline had been constructed and was going along, and everyone in the server talks a lot about our own biases and how we want people to maybe not lean so hard on them. Michi would also provide like anecdotes on what had happened and I'm sure links were probably provided at one point but the point was I felt like Michi had no reason to lie or manipulate how the story was told and if she did, eventually someone would have pointed it out because... Group of like... right now it's around 20 or more analysts but I don't remember how many at the time there were. POINT BEING, WE'VE ALL GOT POINTS TO PROVE AND IN MY EXPERIENCE NOT MANY OF US HAVE BEEN SHY TO PROVE THEM.

So if anyone ever had any differing opinions they would be talked about and we literally had and still have discussions.

REGARDLESS.... I DIDN'T FACT CHECK IN DEPTH BECAUSE I THOUGHT PEER REVIEW WAS ENOUGH WHEN YOU HAVE LIKE HOURS UPON HOURS OF STREAMS TO WATCH.

Anyways. Eventually I started paying closer attention and looking more into c!Dream lore but only recently have I started to triple check before speaking about c!Wilbur lore because I know everyone has biases and while I did trust everyone's thoughts and analysis in the discord, whenever I make essays I typically like it to be largely air tight and if theres a mistake, I want it to be because I forgot not because I just trusted what was said. Plus, I wanted to get down to the specifics of how Wilbur had always started with manipulation on the mind.

SO I WATCHED HIS FIRST VIDEO ON THE DREAM SMP.

AND WHAT I WAS NOT BY ANY MEANS EXPECTING WAS WILBUR TO SAY WORD FOR WORD, VERBATIM,

"SO WHY DON'T I START AN INDUSTRY WHERE I USE THE TOMMYINNITS OF THE WORLD TO WORK FOR ME, TO CREATE THINGS THAT THE MIN-MAXERS OF THE WORLD WILL WANT."

Like... this is in no way an attempt to like hardcore villainize c!Wilbur like everyone does Dream, it's just more so to like REALLY outline how far off a lot of fandom interpretation of c!Wilbur is....

Because of SBI focused animatics.

Now, when I joined I watched A LOT of animatics that really highlighted like... Wilbur being this self-loathing JD-esque, "I destroyed it because I had to because the world was against me because no one loved us, Tommy" type of character. At least... that's what it came across as.

And it definitely highlighted the fact that Tommy was a victim, which he is. He is undoubtedly a victim and no not even any dream apologist can change my mind otherwise. Tommy, despite being an instigator sometimes, didn't deserve the abuse he received.

But these animatics never shown the fact that c!Wilbur started L'manburg as a shady ploy to exploit people like c!Tommy and vilify c!Dream so he could have power.

And that was easy because Dream and Tommy had wars before. They had spars and pranks and here's the plan to take back my disks and here's the plan to out smart the thieving little child etc etc.

And all of the animatics I watched never mentioned this. Neither did the recaps though. The recaps gave the events flat out, there didn't sound like there was bias, and honestly I don't really know if there was rather than like... a lack of nuance. And it's hard to provide a recap with that much nuance in a short period of time for a youtube video, to be perfectly fair.

However, this creates a perfect formula for entirely rewriting the history of a server. c!Wilbur quite literally fucking succeeded TO A META LEVEL. He slandered and ran smear campaigns against Dream and like he even does that with Sapnap in the beginning. But what's crazy is that it transferred over into the meta! Most of this fandom understands Wilbur as a victim of mental illness, and yeah maybe? He definitely wasn't mentally well by the end of pogtopia, but he never started out with honorable intentions. L'manburg was never a victim, only its citizens. The TommyInnits of the world.

I just think it's like... such an interesting case study. Because this is like... an opinion like shared by at least half of the fandom, but the vilifying of c!Dream is shared by MOST of the fandom I would argue. Which is like even more crazy for me because that was c!Wilbur's goal!!!

LIKE I GO INSANE WHEN I THINK OF THIS BECAUSE HIS REACH IS JUST TOO POWERFUL. HE'S NOT EVEN ENTIRELY REAL, JUST A MANIPULATIVE PERSONA OF SOME BRITISH GUY.

And I mean... maybe people who have watched Wilbur's video on the SMP still maintain this idea that Wilbur wasn't always the bad guy, but honestly... I wouldn't be surprised if their introduction was still an animatic. Like bias is hard to check and I'm not going to lie I could have sworn I watched both Wilbur's AND Tommy's video on the SMP in the beginning and yet I STILL was a ride or die for tragic yet on some level still honorable Wilbur and a resilient Tommy.

Like... upon watching Wilbur's first video... possibly again I was surprised because I thought I did watch it like right before I even started watching the streams and yet I was still so invested in c!Wilbur as this tortured anti-hero.

It took 6 months of... not being in an echo chamber, full of multiple different people of different ages, different stream POVS, and people who joined the fandom at different points in time.

IDK IF THIS WAS EVEN ENTIRELY RELEVANT IT JUST FELT TANGENTIALLY RELEVANT AND THIS WAS SOMETHING I'VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT FOR A HOT MINUTE AFTER LIKE WATCHING WILBUR'S FIRST VIDEO AGAIN.

TLDR;

SBI CENTRIC ANIMATICS HAD A LASTING AFFECT ON THIS FANDOM AS IT'S HARD TO GO BACK AND ACTUALLY CHECK THE NARRATIVE FOR SOLID FACTS FOR YOUR OWN INTERPRETATION BASED ON THE FACT THAT THIS NARRATIVE SPANS OVER HUNDREDS OF HOURS WORTH OF TWITCH STREAMS.

#asks #anon #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp analysis #dream smp analysis #dsmp meta #dream smp meta #my analysis #long post

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fixxofvixx · 3 years

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BLOODRIGHT - VAMPIRE JAEHWAN AU - CHAPTER 11

Hello! Believe me, I am just surprised as you are that I have a chapter to update! haha! But inspiration hit and I went with it!

I hope you enjoy and let me know what you think!

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Jaehwan kept the horse's pace slow. You were thankful for that since you were able to see the scenery more easily.

"How long have you lived here? Everything just looks so beautiful."

"I inherited this land from my father about 150 years ago. It had gone to weeds and brush mostly. I hired a bunch of people to help me bring it back to what you see now.” Jaehwan’s voice sounded proud.

“My parents always told me that you had killed off all of the people that lived on your land and took it for yourself. They said you killed entire families and just left the bodies. I used to be so terrified of what I would find here.” Your hand tightened on the saddle horn as the horse turned uphill.

“So you asking me how long I’ve lived here was your way of finding out if I killed all those people?” Jaehwan seemed amused but you spun around, eager to quell any suspicions just in case.

“No! I swear it wasn’t! I just wanted to know and then I remembered what my parents told me. I swear!” His face was mere inches from yours but the height difference caused you to look up at him. He chuckled and looked down at you.

“I was only teasing you. I just don’t understand why your parents wanted you to fear me so much.”

“I don’t know. They just always told me that I needed to watch what I say all the time. I’m sorry if they have offended you.”

“I think what I feel for them goes way beyond offense. But there is no need for you to apologize for them. Min has been watching them and they seem to be preparing to move. He saw them selling off some of their things in town. Perhaps they will become a distant memory for you.”

“I would like to think that too but I just don’t believe my mother will give up on the money that easily. She would always send me to different houses to perform different jobs for them. I hated going to the local doctor’s house the most. He was very creepy and talked about inappropriate things but he paid the most money so she sent me there a lot.” An involuntary shudder passed through your body when you thought about going to that house.

“She did...what?” A quiet anger replaced the amusement in his voice from earlier. The atmosphere changed and you could feel Jaehwan’s body tensing up. You looked up at him again and his face was the epitome of fury. Your heart quickened and a cold sweat could be felt on the back of your neck.

“I….um...shall we go back? Maybe we shouldn’t stay out too l-late” You turned to look back the way you had come. Jaehwan put his hand under your chin and brought your face back to his.

“What do you mean by inappropriate? Was is just talk or did he…” It took you a moment to understand what he was asking and you gasped.

“Oh! No, there wasn’t anything like that.” A heavy blush covered your cheeks and he leaned down even farther.

“Tell me the truth, Y/N. You know I can hear your heartbeat.” Jaehwan really didn’t want to hear the answer because he knew how he would react.

“He tried…..” Your voice locked up and tears stung your eyes. You felt so exposed mentally but you knew he wanted an answer. “He said….he said he needed more research...on anatomy. I refused but he came towards me and grabbed my arm. He….He has a table with restraints for mentally ill patients and he was able to put one of them on me but his assistant came in and got me out of it saying there was an emergency patient waiting. I ran home and told my parents but my mother….she just told me I should have agreed and asked for more money.”

You could feel Jaehwan shaking now and you desperately wanted to get off the horse. You knew if you tried, you would most likely break a leg or worse so you were forced to sit there beside a seething Jaewhan. Tears of embarrassment and frustration fell from your eyes.

“Min.”

You wondered for a second why Jaehwan was calling for his head butler but only 2 or 3 seconds later, a rush of wind produced the exact man he’d called for. You knew vampires were fast but how did he hear him so well all the way out here?

“You called, Your Highness?”

“Kill him.”

“As you wish.” Min started to bow but you interrupted.

“No! Please! I don’t--”

“Don’t what? Do you really think I would let him live after what he did? And what if he tries the same thing with another young girl?”

“I know but--!” You grabbed Jaehwan’s shirt and looked up at him, desperate. “Please don’t kill anyone on my account. I’m not worth it and I don’t think I could live with that.”

“You are worth it, Y/N.” Jaehwan’s hand cupped your cheek lightly. He looked at your tear-streaked face and sighed. “Min.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

“Leave him alive…..destroy his business and find a new doctor for the town.”

“Of course.” Min left just as quickly as he came. You let go of the breath you didn’t know you had been holding. Relief flooded your body as the realization that you wouldn’t be responsible for someone’s death. Punishment however….well, at least he would be alive.

Content and relieved, you slowly wrapped your arms around Jaehwan’s waist and squeezed lightly.

“Thank you.”

“I wanted to kill him.” You didn’t release him but still looked up at him. “But I seem to be powerless when it comes to your demands.”

“I didn’t mean to demand it! I was just…”

“I don’t mind, Y/N. Demand whatever you want. If it is within my power, you will have it.”

“I already have everything I could have ever wanted. More than I deserve.”

“If you say that one more time, I’m going to put you in my dungeon.”

“But you said you didn’t have one!”

“I’ll make one! A very tiny one, just for you. You’ll stay there until you learn that you deserve more than you've been given!" Jaehwan smiled, teasing you again. Your heart felt light again and you couldn't help but smile.

"I think I'm very lucky."

"Lucky?" He asked as he turned the horse off the path and through some trees.

"Yes, lucky to have a very nice owner."

Jaehwan's smile disappeared and it was replaced by a disapproving glare. He stopped Fynnias near a group of tall oak trees and got down. He reached up to help you off the horse. You watched his expression and it didn't change. He didn't look angry but you couldn't place his emotions. The horse walked off a few steps to graze in the field surrounding the few trees. Jaehwan turned to you and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"Y/N, I am not your owner. That’s not what I want to be. I don’t want to own you.”

“But being a donor….”

“Is an inheritance that you didn’t choose but accepted with that big heart you have. That doesn’t mean I own you. You are not my subject, either. You are free. Free to live how you want. If you want to travel, we can do that. If you want to raise horses, grow flowers, or have a hundred puppies running around, we can do that too. All you have to do is ask.”

Jaehwan’s words brought new tears to your eyes. But these tears were because of the joy you felt. Jaehwan reached forward and slid his thumbs over the teardrops falling down your cheeks. You suddenly thought of something that you wanted but didn’t know if he would agree. You looked up at him but hesitated.

“Go on, what do you want? I can tell from your expression that you thought of something.”

“Well….there is something that I’ve never had before and I was wondering if you would agree but you don’t have to because I understand that it is a rather odd request to ask of a member of a royal family. You honestly don’t have to agree……” Jaehwan’s laughter broke through your ramblings and you couldn’t help but smile.

“What is it, Y/N?”

“Be my friend?” You noticed Jaehwan’s eyes widened for a moment and you feared that you had offended him. Surely, no one had ever asked that of a prince. You started to take back your request when Jaehwan smiled.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be.” Jaehwan’s soft voice made you blush for some reason. “Of course, you’ll be my friend in return? Not just a donor?”

“I would be happy to---oh! Speaking of donor, I marked it on my calendar and saw it this morning. It has been a little over a week, hasn’t it? Do you need to feed? We can go back and--”

“That might be a good idea before all the guests start arriving. I’ll need the strength to deal with them. If you’ll agree, I can do it right now. I’d say it’s rather nice weather for a picnic, don’t you think?” Jaehwan laughed at his own joke and you felt the desire to join in.

“I have no objections, although I might be a little useless on the horse going back. I don’t want to be a burden.”

“You won’t be.” Jaehwan stepped closer to you and wrapped an arm around your waist.

Although it was only the second time he had done this, it already felt familiar. You felt no fear or hesitation. You started to move your hair out of the way but he stopped you.

“I’ll do it.” His voice was barely above a whisper but you could hear him easily since he was so close. His fingers lightly brushed your hair away from your neck and held the strands away by threading his fingers through them.

He leaned in closer and you prepared yourself for the short pinprick. He didn’t bite you right away and his breath was cool on your overheated skin.

“What would you like to feel this time?” His breath tickled your ear as he spoke and stopped yourself from giggling.

“I have no idea. You don’t have to use the extra energy like that, it’s not worth--ah!” A short yelp came from your lips when you felt Jaehwan’s teeth on your ear. “Why did you do--”

He didn’t answer but instead sank his teeth into your neck. The burst of pain caused you to gasp but it was short lived. Soon after, a new feeling emerged. The feeling was so unfamiliar that you had no idea what to call it. There was happiness, curiosity, and an odd sense of longing like what you would feel if you were craving something but couldn’t quite get it. It wasn’t a bad feeling but it was foreign to you.

All too soon, your world began to turn hazy. Jaehwan’s arms tightened around you as you lost the strength to stand. His fangs left your body and he closed the wounds quickly with his tongue. He lingered at your neck for a moment before leaning back to look at your tired eyes. He clicked his tongue and Fynnias trotted over to where you both stood. He placed you on the horse and hoisted himself up behind you before you even had time to fall over.

You were tired but had yet to pass out. Instead, all the questions running through your head kept you awake.

“Sleep, Y/N, I won’t let you fall off.” Jaehwan’s voice sounded almost far away but you knew he was right next to you.

“What….was that...feeling?”

“Hmm?”

“What...did you...make me feel?”

“Sleep first, Y/N, I will tell you later.” Jaehwan reached up and leaned your head over to rest on his chest. There was such a great sense of security in his arms and that you couldn’t help but fall asleep.

When Jaehwan heard your breathing even out, he breathed a sigh of relief. He was thankful that you were too tired to question him. He wasn’t even sure why he’d chosen that feeling either but it was the first thing that had come to mind.

Love.

#vampire jaehwan #vixx #jaehwan au #vixx fic #vampire vixx #jaehwan fic

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jiminssizzles · 3 years

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Outro : Lover (Full ver.)

Summary: This is our place, we make the rules.

Pairing: BTS x OC

Genre: Fluff

Rating: 18+

Warning: None

Word count: 10.9K+

Author’s Note: Happy happy birthday, @minyoongail ! I don’t know what else to say, I love you. :)

Part of my TAYLOR SWIFT MIXTAPE SERIES

Tracklist:

Intro: Story of Us

Track 1: Daylight >> Park Jimin

Track 2: Afterglow >> Min Yoongi

Track 3: I Almost Do >> Kim Taehyung

Interlude: You Are In Love

Track 4: Getaway Car >> Jung Hoseok

Track 5: Begin Again >> Jeon Jungkook

Track 6: Delicate >> Kim Seokjin

Track 7: Ours >> Kim Namjoon

Outro: Lover (You’re here!!)

OUTRO: LOVER SPOTIFY PLAYLIST to enhance reading experience!

November, 2022

Jimin woke up past midnight. He saw the moonlight shining through the almost dark curtains, which means it's shining brightly tonight. The next thing his eyes landed on is the digital clock on the nightstand.

12:13 AM

11/07/22

Jimin turned the forgotten television off with a remote and planted a soft kiss on Eunice's cheek.

He saw her let go of the pillow she's hugging to hug him instead. Pulling her closer and hugging her tighter, he rubbed her back gently and whispered in her ear, "Happy 3rd anniversary, bubb."

Eunice suddenly shot her head up, causing it to bump into Jimin's, "We slept! We slept." She said while Jimin rubbed his forehead, "Ow, say sorry." He said with a pout.

"I'm sorry, bubb." She whispered before smiling and kissing Jimin's forehead. "It's just that Rianne-unnie helped me prepare a cake for our anniversary. I was supposed to bring it out at 12 and--" Jimin shut her up with a kiss. "Say it," He said.

"Happy anniversary, bubba." Eunice said, finally letting go of what she had planned. She thought about how many things she planned that never went as it is. Well, Jimin was one of them and she will forever be thankful.

"3 years into our relationship and we already spent our anniversary like this? Staying in our house?" Jimin said while pulling Eunice to lay down again. They faced each other while Jimin played with her stray hair and soft curls, "So what? It's nice staying here. This is our place, we make the rules." Then she paused, "Are you asking me to go out with you?" She asked.

Jimin sighed and snuggled closer to her, "I'd love to, but you're cooking for the whole gang later for dinner. I don't want you to be tired." Eunice pulled the blankets over them as it's just 10 degrees outside, "Seokjin oppa and Rianne-unnie's wedding is in two days. Let's give this week to them, okay?" She said, burying her face on his neck while her arm is wrapped around him.

Jimin pressed his lips on her forehead, "Then do I get to take you somewhere else next week?" Eunice nodded, "Of course." Jimin cupped her cheeks and planted butterfly pecks on her face, "Happy 3rd anniversary, bubba. I love you."

"I love you more, bubb." She answered, but Jimin shook his head. "Nah, I love you more." Jimin was about to kiss her when the curtains suddenly flew open, both of them shocked at it.

"I kinda hate windy days." Jimin murmured before standing up to close the windows. Eunice gave her boyfriend a good stare while he's walking to the window. Jimin is just wearing sweatpants and a sweater, but he still looks very neat. His hair is kinda sticking out in odd angles, but she can never complain. No one ever sees Jimin's bed head except for her, and Bangtan, of course.

In little moments like this is where she feels content and loved the most, "Jimin," She said, just loud enough for Jimin to turn his head while closing the curtains after the windows. "Hm?" His eyebrows slightly raised as he walked and crawled back to bed with her.

"Nothing," She answered. "I love you too, if that's what you want to say to me." Jimin lucky guessed, making Eunice roll her eyes, "Yes." She agreed. "I guessed right." Jimin said happily. "You didn't guess. You just know. If it's me, you always know, like you've known me for 20 years." She said before closing her eyes and rubbing Jimin's back to coo him to sleep too.

While playing with her hair, Jimin spoke again, "What do you think about marriage?" Eunice answered softly without opening her eyes, "Overrated." Jimin sighed, "But I want that with you." He heard Eunice mumble. "Really? You want to marry me?" He asked, as if in disbelief that she wanted to marry him.

"Jimin, bubba, I wouldn't have it any other way. Of course, I want to marry you.. unless you don't want to marry me?" She said with her face buried on Jimin's neck. "I want to marry you! What are you saying?!" Jimin chuckled and slightly pulled away to face her. He cupped her cheeks and stared, "Next week, when we leave, do you want to pick out the ring?"

"Ring?" She asked in slight confusion, although the ring might be included in the conversation they are having. "Your engagement ring." He said. Eunice nodded, "Okay." Jimin smiled again, "Okay, bubba, let's do that." He said with finality.

Eunice said a soft, "I love you," before closing her eyes again. Jimin stared at her for a moment before basking in the comfortable silence. He'd do anything and everything with her, but in moments like this, wherein they do nothing with each other, is where his heart feels most content.

Taehyung tapped on the steering wheel impatiently, "Really, what's taking Jungkook and Toshimaru so long?" Lexi tapped Taehyung's arm and brought her phone to her ear, "Come down now or Taehyung will leave the two of you.." Lexi looked at Taehyung's impatient face again, "He swears." She added before ending the phone call with Toshimaru.

The agreement was for Taehyung and Lexi to pick up the two while Yoongi, Gail, Hoseok and Namjoon will ride together in Hoseok's car. As for Seokjin and Rianne, they'll go on their own. It's Jimin and Eunice's third anniversary today and they all agreed to all be present at dinner as Rianne is not allowed to see Seokjin a day before the wedding -- some tradition that doesn't make sense, but there's no harm in following, right?

"Is the couple sure already that they want dinner with all of us instead of spending time alone?" Taehyung asked again, Lexi holding his hand. "Oh come on jagi, Eunice is already cooking. Besides, one way or another, you guys have to bring us there. The girls are staying in Jimin's house until the wedding day, right?"

Taehyung nodded before adjusting his shades, "Jin-hyung and Rianne-noona are the only ones getting married. Why don't I get to see you tomorrow too?" He mumbled, slightly pouting which he purposely showed Lexi. The girl just flicked his nose then kissed it right after, "It's Jin-oppa's last day of being single. Enjoy with him! Besides, we just got back from Daegu and we just had.."

Lexi stopped talking, but Taehyung didn't, "Car sex?" Taehyung said it the same time Jungkook opened the car door, "Ya!!!" Jungkook said, immediately covering Toshimaru's ears.

It made Taehyung and Lexi laugh out loud, immediately apologizing to the two. Jungkook and Toshimaru both hop into the car and off they go to Jimin's house.

Hoseok parked his car beside Seokjin’s. They got out one by one -- Namjoon getting out from the front seat side while Yoongi and Gail got out from the back doors. They saw Seokjin and Rianne sitting on the hood of their car, “What are you doing outside?” Hoseok asked them. “Nothing, we just arrived and we’re just watching Jimin annoy the shit out of Eunice while she’s cooking.” Rianne said, tapping the free space beside her while looking at Gail. She sat beside Rianne and looked at where she’s looking. Jimin’s house has a big window on its kitchen, which is why they can view what’s happening inside.

“Let’s just wait for Taehyung and the others before we go inside.” Seokjin said, “And stay quiet. I think those two don’t know that we’re here already.” The others just nodded and leaned in front of their car.

Yoongi saw Jimin pull Eunice and cup her face, “I’m going to bet my life that Jimin is convincing her to sleepover tonight because it’s their anniversary.” Gail wrapped her arm around Yoongi’s neck as he slightly leaned on her while she sat beside Rianne, “I’m with you, baby.” Namjoon nodded, “Actually, no need to bet. I totally agree.”

Eunice is busy preparing shrimp gambas for the gang when Jimin leaned on the kitchen counter near the stove, “Are you sure that you don’t want me to stay here or you don’t want to come over our house?” Jimin has been bugging her ever since she started cooking, “No.” She said, hiding her smile while stirring the contents on the pot.

“Ya! How can you be so cold to me?” He said, Eunice just laughed at him. “I’m sorry, baby. They might arrive anytime soon and you’re distracting me!” Jimin immediately objected, “I am distracting you? I’m literally just standing here beside you and playing my good music to you.” Eunice turned the stove off, “That’s our playlist, bubb. You’re just distract--”

Jimin cupped her cheeks, “I’m distracting? I’m distracting?” He teased. Eunice nodded and ruffled his hair. “Stop showing your aegyo to me. It’s not gonna work. I want to spend time with girls too!” Jimin crossed his arms, letting go of her face. He heard the song on their speakers and started singing it, “Hush, when no one is around, my dear,”

Jimin walked closer to her, standing on his tiptoes since he’s just an inch or two taller than Eunice, “You’ll find me on my tallest tiptoe,” He held her hands and stepped backwards, urging her to dance with him. “Really? In the kitchen?” He twirled her and hugged her from the back, “Now, don’t act like we haven’t been doing this for the past years.” Eunice just nodded, “Fine. Fine. Since I’m already done with cooking, I guess this will be my anniversary gift to you.”

Jimin leads her while dancing or swaying, rather, to the music. His lips are planted on her forehead while they move in different directions. Eunice can’t help but smile. She’s not even close to Jimin’s dancing skills, but she thanked the heavens that she wasn’t born with two left feet. When the song is almost coming to an end, Jimin pulled her close and wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed his forehead on hers while singing softly, “I’m still trying everything to keep you looking at me,” Eunice chuckled on Jimin’s intentional singing of the line. She trailed her fingers on Jimin’s torso, “You can absolutely do nothing and I’ll still be looking at you,” She whispered to him. Eunice placed her arms on his shoulders and stared at Jimin’s face. Jimin was about to kiss her as their faces were so close again when they heard a tap on the glass window.

It was Taehyung, mouthing a ‘No.’ before laughing with the others. Jimin sighed and kissed Eunice’s forehead instead, “I swear I love and hate them to the bones.” Eunice just smiled and tapped Jimin’s cheeks before running to the front door and opening it for the others. “Nice timing.” Eunice said before hugging Rianne, Toshi and Lexi in order. As for Gail, they just high fived each other. They were never really the sweetest of friends, but they obviously need each other.

“Sorry, bff. We’re hungry.” Gail said before sitting on the living room couch. “We had to interfere before you eat each other alive.” Seokjin said, clearly teasing, Jimin immediately glaring at him. Both Yoongi and Seokjin gave a paper bag to Eunice with wine inside, “Anniversary gift!” They both said. “Thank you!” She said.

Taehyung, Jungkook, Namjoon and Hoseok looked at each other, eyeing if any of them brought gifts. “Group hug!” Namjoon said, pulling the other 3 boys to Eunice, “Anniversary gift!” Hoseok said happily. “Ya! It’s our anniversary! Not only hers!” Jimin immediately said before squeezing into the hug, making the others laugh.

“Please, let’s eaaaaaaaaat.” Lexi said while pulling the others to the dining table. “Daebak! You prepared a lot, unnie!” Toshimaru said while looking at the multiple dishes in front of her. “Chill, Toshimaru. I can see your drool.” Jimin said, making Toshimaru glare at him. “Shut up, Jimin.”

Namjoon sat on one of the chairs, “Let us all sit down before Toshimaru and Jimin starts bickering again.” All of them laughed and sat. They started eating, conversations flowing easily between them as they talked about the upcoming wedding.

“Everything is so delicious, I think I might start crying.” Jungkook stated before taking another spoonful of japchae. “I agree. Jin-hyung and Yoongi-hyung taught Eunice well.” Hoseok affirmed, tapping Eunice’s shoulder. “Ya! Jimin-ah, thank me.” Seokjin said. “Thank you, hyung!” Jimin said with a smile, even trying to shake both Seokjin’s hands, making the bunch laugh.

Conversation flowed naturally between them, but it’s mostly them teasing each other. Hoseok asked Namjoon if Bianca is coming to the wedding, all eyes turning on Namjoon. “Her work requires a lot of field work from her, even I can’t keep track of her schedule.” He answered simply, taking another spoonful of food in his mouth.

“Are you two finally dating?” Lexi asked while she leaned on Taehyung as she’s already finished eating. “I think so? I mean we already said we love each other.” Namjoon smiled and after what feels like a long time, the boys know that it’s finally genuine, that Namjoon is happy again. “Took you long enough,” Taehyung mumbled. “Hey, you don’t get to say that when it took you a lot of years before dating Lexi!” Yoongi called Taehyung out, making all of them laugh.

After dinner, they all gathered in the living room to play UNO. The first UNO game only had the boys as participants. Hoseok let Namjoon go first while he joined the girls’ group. The winner of the game won’t be replaced, while the losers will be replaced by their partners. It went on like that for hours until it’s just an hour before midnight.

Seokjin and Rianne asked them all to sit on the floor while the two of them sat on the couch. “Ya, what is this? A classroom?” Jungkook asked while Toshimaru sat in the middle of his legs and leaned on his chest. “No, you can’t do that in classrooms.” Rianne humored them, making Jungkook shy and buried his face in Toshimaru's hair.

“Ohhh, baby is awake already!” Gail suddenly said and they all turned their heads to where she’s looking. They saw Minnie, Jimin and Eunice’s cat slowly walking down the stairs. “Are you calling Minnie ‘baby’ because she is a baby or because..”

“Because you’re a cat.” Gail answered, grabbing Minnie and placing her on her lap. “Now, now, can we start?” Seokjin asked. All of them nodded as they all found a comfortable spot to sit. Seokjin and Rianne wanted to talk to them as they didn’t hire an event coordinator for the wedding. They wanted to keep it as private and simple as possible, thus the reason why every member or pair has a task assignment.

“Thank you for your patience and never-ending support, everyone.” Rianne started as she held one of Seokjin’s hands. “Noona, the wedding’s not over yet. Something can still go wrong.” Yoongi mindlessly said. “Thank you, hyung, for the negativity.” Namjoon tapped both of Yoongi’s shoulders, making him shut up and smile to himself.

Rianne glared at him before opening the notes on her phone, “First, for Jungkook and Toshimaru, thank you for fetching Rishi from Ilsan.” Taehyung faced the two, “You already fetched her?” He asked. “Yeah, we did. Why do you think it took us long to go out earlier?” Jungkook asked while Taehyung just smirked. “We had to tell my sister what to do with Meggie while we’re away. What were you thinking?” Toshimaru asked Taehyung while he shrugged the question and waved Rianne to go on.

“Kids, behave.” Seokjin said. Namjoon and Jimin immediately covered their mouths with their hands in awe, “Ya, hyung, you are so ready for married life!” Namjoon remarked while Jimin added, “You even know how to make kids behave!” Rianne chuckled, “Well, we’re not having a baby unless all of you become grown ups.” The rest of the group slouched, “We are grown ups already!”

Rianne nodded just to let go of the subject, “For Taehyung and Lexi, have you picked up all the dresses and suits and most importantly, our wedding gown and suit?” Both of them nodded in response to Rianne. “We got back this morning and we placed the suits on Bangtan’s house while the dresses are still in the car, waiting to be delivered here, ma’am.” Taehyung formally answered before saluting.

“You went to get the wardrobe?!” Jungkook asked while Lexi nodded. Jungkook covered Toshimaru’s ears before asking the two again, “Then why did you two had sex in the car?!” Taehyung immediately pulled Jungkook’s ear, “Ya!! Jungkoooooooook!” Taehyung looked at his hyungs apologetically, “It was a spur of a moment, hyungs.. I’m sorry.” He said.

All of them agreed to never pry about Taehyung and Lexi’s sex life since they all tend to get overprotective of Lexi, considering that she was first their little sister before Taehyung’s girlfriend. Hoseok just waved Taehyung off while Yoongi glared at him, “Don’t do it again.” He said while Taehyung whined in response. “Hyuuuung,” Yoongi immediately cut him off, “I mean, don’t let us know again.” Gail rubbed Yoongi’s back to calm him down.

Seokjin cleared his throat and looked at Jimin and Eunice, “For the two of you, have you already ordered the flowers and made sure that they’re perfect?” Jimin raised both of his thumbs up, “Eunice ordered them a month ago, sent them ideas for arrangement, oriented them on the arrangement at the venue. All she needs to do is check them the morning before the wedding!” Eunice nodded, “Yes, and you’re coming with me.” She stated because Jimin’s statement looks like he’s not coming with her. “Babe, I always come with you.” Jimin answered before smirking and winking at her. “Babe,” Eunice sighed.

Yoongi scoffed, “Mwoyaaaaaa? Jin-hyung, I swear! These kids!” The others can’t help but laugh while Gail said, “Now, say sorry to your grandpa.” Both Jimin and Eunice bowed their heads, “Mianhae, haraboji.”

“Calm down, Yunki! We are all sleeping apart tonight and it’s almost midnight so we need to finish this fast!” Seokjin said, level-headed. “Hoseok, how about the lights, technicalities and sound equipment both for the wedding and reception?” Hoseok raised both of his thumbs up. Seokjin nodded, “Namjoon, venues?” Namjoon nodded. “Already rented the beach, the hotel, and the reception area.” Rianne mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Namjoon.

Rianne faced Yoongi and Gail, “Have you invited everyone we told you to and talked to the people needed?” Gail immediately nodded, “Yoongi talked to them all.” Hoseok looked at Yoongi, shocked, “Jinjja? You talked to them all? You hate talking!” Yoongi smiled softly to Seokjin, “Come on, guys. It’s Jin-hyung.” His tone suggested that this might’ve been the last, best thing he can do for Seokjin before he gets married.

Seokjin mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Yoongi, while everyone stayed silent. It’s not everyday Yoongi openly shares his care for someone. Rianne is the first one to break the ice, “So, that’s it! Guess we’ll just be waiting for the big day then.” Everyone nodded and stood up.

Some of the boys went outside to get the dresses from the car. After successfully leaving the dresses in the living room, they all bid their goodbyes to the girls. Namjoon was the first one to say that he’s going out, “I’ll be in the car waiting for you, guys, Bianca’s calling.” He said, waving with his phone. “You coming, Hobi?” He asked since he knows that the other guys will individually say goodbye to their girls.

“No, you go. I’ll wait for them.” Hoseok smiled reassuringly. He knows that they all think about him in moments like this, but he wanted to stay, he wanted to watch. To be honest, Hoseok feels nostalgic all of a sudden. They’ve come a long way and even though it’s just Seokjin getting married for now, he can’t help but think about the others too.

Jimin peppered a lot of butterfly kisses on Eunice’s face with his hands on her cheeks, mouthing a lot of ‘I love you’ and ‘Happy anniversary.’ to her. Yoongi kissed Gail’s forehead and said, “See you in a day, baby.” while Gail teased him saying, “Yeah, don’t miss me too much.” Yoongi snickered, answering her, “You wish.” which made Gail laugh while watching Yoongi walk out of the door. Taehyung just walked away from Lexi, not saying anything to her. “Ya! Kim Taehyung!” Lexi shouted when Taehyung was almost at the door. He giggled and ran back to her, pulling her to a bear hug, “Bye, jagi. I love you.” Lexi hugged him back tightly, tapping his back, “Okay. Bye, jagi. Love you! Have fun!” Taehyung nodded before walking away from her.

Hoseok smiled at that. All these years, they’ve been treating Lexi as their baby, but to her, Taehyung will always be the baby. His thoughts are interrupted when Jungkook enters the house again with a gaming laptop. “Jungkook!” Rianne scolded him when she saw Jungkook handing the laptop to Toshimaru. “Noona, one game! I swear!” Toshimaru laughed out loud, “Bubby! We can clear the level after the wedding!” Jungkook shook his head, “No, no! Tomorrow, bubby, please!” Toshimaru is still laughing, “One game tomorrow and if we don’t get past the level, we’re continuing after the wedding!” Jungkook compromised and smiled like a bunny to her. He kissed the top of her head, “Thank you, bubby! Tomorrow, okay? Love you!!” He ran outside too.

Hoseok stood up from the couch, throwing a look at Seokjin who was still busy staring at Rianne before going outside. “What?” Rianne asked when she noticed Seokjin staring at her. “I’m excited,” He giggled. Rianne smiled at him, “Two more nights, love. Go now.” Seokjin pulled her to a hug, “Don’t want to.”

Rianne laughed, tapping his back, “Two more nights and we won’t have to say goodbye, only goodnight, my love.”

08:16 AM

11/08/22

Bangtan’s old dorm

Yoongi opened his eyes, accidentally bumping his arm on the pole of the double deck bed as he stretched his arm. “Oh,” he softly murmured when he realized where he is. After stretching, he looked around the room, softly smiling to himself. He saw Seokjin awake already while the others were all deep in slumber on double deck beds.

“I’m going to make breakfast,” Yoongi mouthed to Seokjin which the elder just nodded to. Seokjin watched Yoongi slowly get down from the upper bunk and walk outside the door. Seokjin heaved a deep sigh and stared at the others who were still asleep. He smiled to himself, remembering how the boys surprised him last night by instead of driving to their house, they drove back to their first dorm -- the one where they sleep on double beds in one room.

He sent a good morning message to Rianne before getting out of bed too. In no time, he can already smell Yoongi’s fried rice from the living room before chuckling to himself, realizing that their place before is not really big enough to not smell everything inside. Standing beside Yoongi who’s busy stirring the rice, Seokjin asked him, “What are you guys planning? Why are we here?”

“Hyung, no cheating! Why are you asking Yoongi-hyung.” Namjoon came out all of a sudden, placing his arm over Seokjin’s shoulder. The boys went out of the room one by one, rubbing sleep off their eyes. “I don’t even have any idea why we are here in our old dorm instead of our house. Give me a hint!” Seokjin casually forced Namjoon, shaking him.

“Since we can’t have the normal bachelor’s party,” Taehyung answered him while stretching then Jimin chimed in, “..where we can have girls.” He said. “Ya, hyung.” Jungkook eyed him, making Jimin laugh. “You know I will never cheat.” He murmured while Hoseok rubbed Jimin’s back, “I’m sure Jungkookie is just making sure.” Namjoon suddenly laughed, facing Jungkook, “Look at Jungkook always bickering with Eunice yet he’s the first one to check if Jimin is cheating.”

Everyone laughed but Jungkook doesn’t like being teased or being the center of attention so he’s quick to wave them off, “Since we can’t have a normal bachelor’s party, we’re going to re-live our journey since we met!” He giddily informed Seokjin, making the eldest eyes widen, “You mean we’re here because we’re going to practice No More Dream downstairs?” Seokjin laughed, thinking about how the boys were pranking him, but none of them laughed.

“You guys weren’t joking.” He realized.

Next thing Seokjin knows, they’re literally dancing hard to No More Dream. He wanted to smack the boys for making them do this a day before his wedding, but while doing it, he can’t help but feel nostalgic. They were all laughing as some of them kept on missing steps, but Taehyung still knows the choreo flawlessly.

After a round of dancing to their old songs, the boys dropped to the floor, panting and staring at the fogged up mirror in front of them. No one was talking when both Yoongi and Taehyung sat up, both saying, “I’m proposing tomorrow.” Both of them looked at each other and said, “What?!” Hoseok laughed and clapped at the scene, finding it very funny.

The others are staring at Yoongi and Taehyung, laughing with Hoseok. “At the wedding, hyung?” Taehyung asked while Yoongi nodded. “No, hyung! Let me go first!” Yoongi snickered, “Ya! I’m older than you, I should propose first!” Taehyung shook his head, “No, no. I should do it first, please, trust me.” The other five boys are just looking left and right on whoever is speaking as Yoongi and Taehyung keep bickering on who will go first.

“I am the eldest after Jin-hyung! I should go first! We always do things in age order!” Yoongi scowled, more like said in pout. Namjoon and Hoseok immediately eyeing Yoongi, “Hyung, that’s like pressure for us!” The 94’s belted out, Hoseok pouting while thinking about Maine.

Flashback, 2019:

“My parents wanted me to marry a man I’ve never even met. I mean, I met him, formally, but not really.. get to know him.” She confessed. Hoseok’s eyes widened, “But Anna, you can’t marry a man that you just met.” Hoseok jokes, although Maine can see that he is already faking his smile.

“I don’t want to marry him. They told me that the marriage has been arranged ever since I was fifteen! I’ve had enough. This is my forever we’re talking about, not just some pesky part of their business deals!” Maine crossed her arms in frustration, her eyebrows almost close together because of her scrunched forehead.

Hoseok pulled one of her arms, held her hand and kissed the back of it, “I know we don’t have anything established right now, but I’m sure as hell that I don’t want you marrying someone you don’t even know.” Maine looked at him endearingly, biting the inside of her lower lip to hold back the pout that she was about to do, “Thank you.” She mumbled.

“Nah. Thank yourself. You’re too lovable to give away just like that.” With his eyes focused on the road, he let out a soft smile, not knowing when can he tell her that what he doesn’t want is her marrying someone that is not him.

End of Flashback

Hoseok was pulled back to reality when he heard Yoongi’s voice, “Then Jimin will go after me!” Yoongi pointed at Jimin, not wanting to back down with his argument that they do it by order. “Huh? Why are you including me in the conversation?” Jimin nonchalantly asked while Taehyung gasped with wide eyes, “You don’t want to be included because you proposed already? Am I right?!” It’s Jimin’s turn to have wide eyes, “How? How the fuck..” All the boys turned their heads to Jimin, “..did you know?”

“Soulmate things.” Taehyung said, smirking at him. “So, how was it? How did you do it? How should I do it tomorrow at Jin-hyung’s wedding?” He bombarded Jimin with questions while Yoongi immediately cut Taehyung, “Ya! Ya! I’m telling you, Tae, it’s me who’s going to propose first! And congratulations, Jimin, I assume she said yes?” Yoongi smiled at Jimin sweetly, trying to revert the attention back to him, “Yes, she said yes.” Jimin smiled and Yoongi looked back at Taehyung again.

Flashback:

The sun was shining through the blinds which didn’t last long as Taehyung closed them before he started playing on his PC. While setting up, he went to grab his eyeglasses from the nightstand’s drawer. He caught a glimpse of a red velvet box that he’s been trying to open since a month ago. Well, he was supposed to propose to her last night, but he forgot about it as they were having so much fun.

As early as 8 AM, he’s already up and gunning people down on the game that he’s loved for years. Lexi usually goes for a morning jog to stay in shape even when training is on hold that’s why Taehyung still has his alone time. He glanced at the clock and upon seeing that he still had time, as Lexi usually arrives at 10 AM, he opted to enter another ranked game. He was about to click his mouse when the front door suddenly opened, Lexi running to the bathroom while Taehyung’s eyes followed her figure. The door immediately closed while Taehyung chuckled to himself, turning his attention to his monitor again, “Had too much wine last night, jagiya?” He teased her as she has never been accustomed to wine.

Memories of last night flashed by his mind -- the movie, him and Lexi having late night snacks and wine, her getting tipsy and both of them ended up dancing in the living room with wine glasses raised up in the air. It was a blur with all the laughter, dancing and inside jokes. His mind is about to fly to the wildest part when Lexi suddenly sits on his lap sideways and hugs him, burying her face on his neck just so she won’t bother him.

“Everything alright, jagi? Hangover? You should not have gone for a run.” Taehyung’s tone is gentle, caring, comforting even. Lexi nodded and mumbled something on his neck while Taehyung was still busy clicking on his keyboard and mouse, “What’s that? You want croissants?” He chuckled at that, “We don’t live in a French neighborhood, jagi, but good thing I can have those delivered. Let me order for you first.”

Even when playing, he picked his phone up and opened the food delivery application. Lexi eyed her oblivious boyfriend, “Stupid. I’m pregnant.” She muttered.

End of Flashback

Jungkook stood up and waved Yoongi and Taehyung off, “Wait wait! Stop arguing! Let’s just leave it to fate, shall we?” Hoseok rubbed his hands together and faced Jungkook, “Oh, oh. This is exciting!” Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows, “Whoever from the girls catches the flowers, then?” He asked the two boys, waiting for them to approve.

“Aigoo, Jungkookie. You’re leaving it to fate just because it’s not your proposal.” Seokjin pointed out. Namjoon stared at the foggy mirrors and heaved a sigh, “We can actually agree with Jungkook’s suggestion, honestly. At least both Yoongi-hyung and Taehyung have fair chances.” Yoongi crossed his arms with a pout on his lips, “Fine, but just so you know, my ring is ready.”

“Mine is ready too, hyung, but okay.” Taehyung just agreed while looking at each of the boys, trying to gather up the courage to tell them why he feels more strongly about proposing now than ever.

But he couldn’t. He’s sure that his hyungs will pounce on him.

After having lunch in the restaurant near their old practice room, the boys decided to gather their things and go back to their present home. They all walked to the car, no one catching Seokjin being left behind and staring at their first and oldest dorm. He sighed and touched its doorway, “Where it all started, huh?” He chuckled and watched the boys’ backs as they walked to the car. Seokjin silently said goodbye to their first place, flashback after flashback of their time there came in his mind.

This is how it feels like to move to another chapter, huh, he thought to himself as he followed the others to the car, being the last one to enter. “You okay, hyung?” Hoseok asked Seokjin, staring at his pinky finger. “Yeah, of course. Just feeling that I’m really getting married tomorrow.”

Namjoon drove the car to their present house. Ever since Namjoon got a driver’s license, they always tease him to drive to test his skills out. It's been years and Yoongi still tells Namjoon to drive to test his skills out which became an inside joke to them.

Even with a few years passing already, they still play Eight whenever they’re in the car together. It’s Seokjin’s favorite time to make Yoongi all flustered as he showered the song with praises along with his mixtapes. At the back of the car, the maknaes are busy talking about games, Jungkook being the most competitive. “Well, me and Toshimaru are about to finish the last quest!” Jimin snorted at that, “Damn, I think Eunice is going to finish that alone.” Taehyung flicked Jimin’s forehead, “That’s cause you’re too lazy to play then you complain about not being good at it, stupid.”

Jimin snorted like a duck and stared outside the window, “One day, I’m going to get good at games.” Both Taehyung and Jungkook laughed at his statement while they pat Jimin’s shoulder, “Hyung, we are not getting any younger. Get to it faster.” Jungkook smugly said which earned him a playful punch from Jimin.

Seokjin is sitting in the middle, softly smiling to himself as he listens to the banters of the younger ones. He knows he’s going to miss this. Whenever they’re all at home, he usually stares at the others in amusement at how long they can keep teasing each other. On days that he doesn’t feel lonely, he joins the teasing games too, especially when they’re teasing Jungkook.

Namjoon smoothly entered the garage, making Seokjin feel nostalgic for the nth time today. It’s going to be last time he’s going to call this house his home. His things are packed already as Rianne and him already bought a property just a little outside Seoul. They already coordinated with their helpful staff to deliver his stuff to their new home tomorrow since Seokjin and Rianne still have a few more nights in their rented penthouse for the wedding.

They entered the house one by one, the boys going to their rooms and freshening up a little bit. Seokjin sat on the living room couch then sent a message to Rianne that they’re already home. The last message he got from the other is that her and the girls are all having a good time. Hoseok plopped on the space next to him, looking up at Seokjin, “You nervous for tomorrow, hyung?”

“A little. I might be saying my wedding vows by this time tomorrow and out of nervousness, I might crack a dad joke.” He chuckled at his own stupidity which made Hoseok tap his thigh, “You’ll be fine! I am so excited for you!” He cheerfully said, his bread cheeks making a full show at how genuine he smiled at Seokjin.

“I’m excited for you too.” Seokjin answered, making Hoseok’s eyebrows furrowed. “For me?” He asked, confused. Seokjin nodded and wiggled his brows, “You know, there’s a lot of girls you don’t know in the wedding. Maine would love it if you’ll find happiness again. I found and I’m holding on to mine and that’s what she’ll want for me, so do what she wants for you.”

Hoseok hissed a little and shook his head, “Hyung, it’s you and Rianne-noona’s day tomorrow. Don’t worry about me.” He played with his pinky finger and smiled to himself, “If I do meet someone, I’m open for it anyway. If I don’t, then that’s okay.”

Seokjin was about to say more but the boys started to file in the living room one by one. They already changed clothes and are ready to bond all night. “Jin-hyung, we’re going to make your ears red until they explode.” Jimin slyly said and smiled wickedly. The boys positioned themselves on the couch, almost the same as how they were seated in their music video of Life Goes On. The boys didn’t notice, but Seokjin did, making him smile subtly again.

The maknaes played videos after videos of BTS compilation clips that are Seokjin focused. “Aigoo, why are you doing this? It’s my wedding, not my birthday!” Seokjin complained with red ears. Namjoon tapped his broad shoulder, “That’s what you get for being the first one to move out!”

They sang karaoke that night, ate a lot and drank moderately. By the time the night is about to end as they’re all spent, all of them are lying down on the living room carpet and staring at the ceiling. “I am going to miss this.” Jimin muttered and Yoongi nodded. Taehyung ruffled Seokjin’s hair as they’re next to each other, “I’m going to get married next!” He enthusiastically said which earned a shout from Yoongi’s opposition. It made the others laugh. Jungkook kicked the air and turned to Seokjin, “Jin-hyung! I am going to miss you. You will still play with me right even if you move in with noona?”

Seokjin nodded and turned, sitting on the carpet. He stared at the boys one by one. “I am so glad that I spent my youth with you, guys.” He started which made Yoongi scrunch his face, “Are we going to do this every time one of us gets married? Because if yes, Taehyung you can go next.” He said playfully which made everyone crack up.

“Ya! I am serious!” Seokjin frustratingly said, asking for the other to take him seriously this time. “I am so glad that I spent my youth with you guys and I will not let you go even in the future. We will still see each other because aside from we work together, you know how precious you guys are to me.” Hoseok let out a small smile and rubbed Seokjin’s back while the maknaes moved and clinged to Seokjin like koalas.

Namjoon and Yoongi stared at the scene while Seokjin smiled contentedly at them while acknowledging the maknaes clinging tightly on him, “You know I don’t get all mushy and I don’t talk a lot about my feelings, but since we’re on it anyway… I want you guys to know that although this house may be our home, for me, you are my home. So don’t sulk if I am moving out, a part of me will always stay here. I just moved out first, but you are all going to do it too!”

Seokjin couldn’t add more as everyone jumped on him for a tight hug. Even Namjoon.

The boys are all in their rooms except Namjoon and Jungkook who put the food wastes away. Jungkook opened the door to his room, “Goodnight, hyung.” He said to Namjoon who’s still washing his hands. “See you tomorrow, Kook. I’m glad that you didn’t take it badly that Toshimaru’s ex is coming tomorrow.”

Jungkook stopped in his tracks, “Toshimaru’s what?!” Namjoon’s eyes widened, realizing that no one had told Jungkook yet. He quickly wiped his hands with paper towels and ran to his own room, “Goodnight!” Then he slammed the door.

After everything that that guy did to Toshimaru, he opted to never meet him. It’s not like Toshimaru wants to anyway. He just didn’t know that he’s invited to the wedding even if he knows that the guy’s family is a close family friend to Rianne’s.

Jungkook isn’t one to swear, but he found himself muttering, “That fucker.” under his breath before entering his room and slamming the door.

It's one of Bangtan's biggest days today. They thought that the endless concerts and performances are their biggest days, until today. The boys are all seated in the living room, looking at each other. Seokjin was the first one to break and laugh. "Oh come on you guys! I'm just getting married. Why are you all so sad?" Jungkook resorted to a pout, "But hyung, you won't be living with us anymore."

Everyone can't help but smile at the maknae. "Aigoo, Jungkookie, it's been a while since you went baby on us. What will the girls say when they see you?" Seokjin cooed. Jungkook just pouted even more, "I don't care, hyung." He went over to Seokjin and hugged his arm.

Hoseok smiled at the mention of the wedding and girls. All the boys have steady relationships now, except for him and Namjoon -- who just started dating Bianca. He admired Namjoon who held up better than they expected. He wondered when will he smile like crazy again.

His thoughts were brought back to the living room when Jimin snapped his fingers in front of Hoseok’s face, “Everything okay?” He asked, concerned. Hoseok gave him a smile, “Just excited. I mean, hyung is the first to get married among us. How exciting is that?”

The wedding venue is overall ready. It’s in a dome-shaped venue that is near the beach. The ceiling of the dome is flower-decorated with white lilacs, delphiniums, viburnums and ranunculus -- which gave it a bright, vintage, forest look. The oak chairs are all painted in white which are all specially made for the wedding. The aisle has a cream colored carpet with a print of a monogram logo of S and R to symbolize Seokjin and Rianne’s names on both ends of the carpets.

White flowers decorated the aisle which are all wrapped in makeshift branches to make it look like vases. The entrance to the dome has an arch of flower fillers wherein pictures of Seokjin and Rianne ever since they started until this day has been posted. The latest addition is the boys’ picture the night before which Hoseok just pinned to the arch.

He was about to leave the arch when Toshimaru came, pinning the picture of the girls from the night before. “Oppa, you’re here early!” She said, slightly bowing to Hoseok. “I was the first one to finish tidying up so the guys said I should put the picture in the arch. What are you doing here early?” He asked the girl while she looked away and whispered, “Promise to not tell Jungkook?”

Hoseok teased her, “We’ve been living for a long time now. That is something I can’t promise, but can I try?” Toshimaru pouted and crossed her arms, “Then you’re better off not knowing. See you later, oppa.” Hoseok was about to protest but Toshimaru ran off already.

Hoseok’s phone rang just in time. He saw that it’s the number of his contact for the music equipment. Answering the phone, he walked out of the venue with his hands on his pocket, “Yeoboseyo?” The guy answered immediately, “Hoseok! I have to apologize. I can’t make it today because I have a family emergency.”

He felt his ears ringing and his eyebrows furrowing, “What do you mean you can’t make it today? The couple will be sad if we don’t have mus--” He was quickly cut off by the guy on the other line, “My wife is in the labor room right now so I really can’t go out of here. Don’t worry, I sent someone else to manage my team. They’re on their way there now. I told you, I won’t let you down!” Hoseok was about to ask for the number and who is the replacement but the guy spoke again, “Wait! The doctor went out of the room. Talk to you later!” He ended the call in a blink of an eye.

Hoseok was able to breathe fine again. At least he knows that the one thing assigned to him is still arriving.

Toshimaru entered the reception area. Her jaw dropped in awe. It’s still empty of people, but the set up is done already. The tables are already set up with decorations of more small flowers, just so nothing will stand in the way of people socializing. Table napkins are folded to perfection, fine dining utensils and plates are all set on the tables. The ceiling has been decorated slightly the same as the event venue, but less fancy with a disco ball at the middle.

“I’m glad you came.” The man told Toshimaru as he saw her enter the reception area. Toshimaru snickered and turned to the voice she just heard, “I actually hesitated, but since you said it will be quick… Let’s just get this over with?”

The guy stood up and walked over to Toshimaru, “Look, I’m not here to beg or ask you to get back with me. I’m here to apologize for what happened and how I was a jerk back then.” Toshimaru sighed, looking down at the ground as it’s that one thing she has been dying to hear ever since he started hurting her. Whoever decided that she’ll see her ex again on a supposed to be eventful day is sick to the head, she thought.

“Yugyeom, it’s fine now.” She answered softly. He held her hands and rubbed his thumbs on it, “I just realized how I was so stupid to take advantage and let go of you and to even hurt you. I wish your ‘it’s fine’ is true, but whatever I can do to make it up to you and make you happy, I will.” He smiled at Toshimaru as soon as she looked up at him.

She was about to answer when she saw a silhouette at the doorway -- that one silhouette she’ll recognize no matter how near or far. “You don’t need to do anything. She’s already happy with me.” Jungkook said as he adjusted his coat, walking to the two. Toshimaru immediately pulled her hands away from Yugyeom’s touch.

Jungkook stood beside her and wrapped an arm around her waist possessively, “What do you need to talk to her about? Why do you need to talk to her, you.. fuck.” His jaw clenched at that. Toshimaru turned to him as she was shocked by the bad word as Jungkook almost never swears, “Bubby, he just asked for forgiveness. Come on. Let’s leave.”

Jungkook’s eyes are fiery, straight up staring at the guy before him. Toshimaru can’t help but be scared because she never saw this side of him. He’s always soft for his hyungs, for his unnies, soft for her. “Bubby..” She tugged his sleeve again, “It’s fine..” She turned to the other guy, “Yugyeom, just go. Please.”

Yugyeom held his hands up as if giving up and smiled apologetically at Toshimaru. He turned his back on them and walked away. “Bubby, calm down..” She whispered to Jungkook who’s still watching the other guy. “He’s so stupid.” Jungkook remarked, turning to Toshimaru to give her a hug. “At least my current boyfriend isn’t stupid.” She mumbled to his chest and hugged him back just as tight.

“Yes, and your current boyfriend will never let you go nor hurt you.” Jungkook planted a soft kiss on Toshimaru’s head, “So don’t ever leave me, okay? Especially for that guy or for other guys!” The girl chuckled, “Silly, we’re here to celebrate oppa and unnie’s love for each other and here you are getting dramatic about us.”

“Can you blame me? I’m highly suspicious that everyone who sees you wants you.” Jungkook said with a pout, pulling away slightly so Toshi could see his pout. “Jungkook, it’s 2022, from 2019 up to now, I’ve loved you for three summers, three springs, three winters, three summers, and I want them all, I want you in all of them for the rest of our lives.”

Rianne stood in front of the mirror, straightening her dress. The girls are all in awe with how pretty she is. She has her hair in a bun with soft curls framing her face with a tiny, dried flower stuck to her bun. Her wedding dress is longer at the back but just the right amount of long to add elegance to her appearance. It’s also decorated with sequins and small embroideries of medical things. The girls suggested placing two rhinestones near her brows, just to add to the sparkle. Rianne had never thought she’d look this pretty, but she is.

“Nervous?” Rishi asked Rianne as she rubbed her back, “Kinda, but it’s Seokjin.. It’s always easy when it’s him.” Her bestfriend bit her lower lip, hugging her tight. “Damn, it’s not even my wedding and you’re making me cry. I am so happy for you.” Rianne hugged her back tight too and looked at the other girls in the room, “No crying! Your makeup will be ruined! We’d look like shit in the photos.” She pouted which made everyone laugh.

Lexi walked over to Rianne as she pulled away from her hug with Rishi, “The question is, are you ready to walk down the aisle?”

Seokjin sighed as he stood in front of the church door. He’s wearing an all white suit with a red rose tucked on his chest pocket. His hair is brushed back and he’s wearing all of his finest accessories. He has always been a go with the flow person, but this is just a life event that he knows he has to be at his best. He straightened his suit again as he saw the cue of the church doors opening.

As Seokjin saw the beautiful set up and saw the faces of the important people in both his life and Rianne’s, he walked down the aisle with a smile on his face, slightly bowing to everyone who took the time to come to their special day. As he reached the altar, he stepped to the side with his eyes trained to the church door again, his heart beating out of his chest in anticipation.

He cleared his throat as he heard Shaina Twain’s ‘You’re Still The One’ played in the background. They hired a group of musicians to do another arrangement of it, making it more fit for someone to walk down the aisle. A lot of thoughts are running through Seokjin’s mind, but all in all, he’s nervous, excited and most of all, happy.

Just as when he’s thinking about how happy he is, the church door opens, revealing the love of his life in an all white dress. For Seokjin, Rianne gets prettier everyday and with that, she is the prettiest ever today. She starts to walk down the aisle with a bouquet of red roses in her hands. Since the venue is decorated with white and bright colored flowers, the couple decided to only have red flowers on them. As Eunice told the couple, in that way, it is also a statement that it’s a day to celebrate their love.

Seokjin can’t help but tear up as he watches her get closer to him. Although Rianne wants to greet the people inside the venue, she can’t even manage to take her eyes off his soon to be husband. It’s true, what they say, there’s really that one person that you see and everything else is a blur.

As Rianne reached the end of the aisle, Seokjin went down the three steps to hold her hand and guide her to the platform. “Hello, pretty. I love you.” Seokjin said immediately, which Rianne blushed for. Good thing the veil hid it, “Oh stop it. I love you too, worldwide handsome who is mine.” She walked with him, three steps up to the platform.

He can’t stop smiling and now, they’re facing the priest who will ministrate their wedding. The ceremony started, the both of them participating in full focus, of course. They couldn’t help not smiling at each other out of happiness and butterflies in their stomachs. They both heard the priest say, “Now it’s time for the wedding vows. Rings, please.”

Taehyung walked near them and handed the rings to each one of them, smiling proudly at the couple. Seokjin, being the joker he is, spoke first, “Well, ladies first.” He said, making the others laugh and making Rianne slap his arm playfully.

“You’re lucky that I love you.” Rianne said which Seokjin agreed to, “Yes, I am.” He held her hand and kissed it then smiled softly to stare at her and listen to her words. Rianne looked up to the taller man, the love of her life, and rubbed her thumbs on his hands. “Seokjin..nie,” She stifled a laugh, “Looks like we’ve made it, look how far we’ve come, my baby.” She started, making Seokjin laugh at the song reference, “Hey, listen to me, I’m not just gonna sing, alright?” She licked her lips and gulped, “This whole wedding, you know, the preparation and all, is a blur, but also pure bliss. Do you know why?” Seokjin shook his head and looked at her confused, “.. because while I was collecting my thoughts for this vow, I realized that ever since you approached me that day I was crying, it was also the day that we started preparing for the wedding. We may have not been friends since we were children, but my heart feels like they’ve known you for a long time. Life is supposed to be hard, I know, but being with you is easy. My heart feels content with you. Even when you were busy as an idol, you never made me feel like I am a second priority. With all of that, I am forever thankful, Mr. Kim Seokjin. For that, I will be here forever and for always, making you feel the same way too. I love you.” She said with tears pooling at the corner of her eyes, sliding the ring to Seokjin’s ring finger.

Seokjin sighed at that and looked at Rianne with love in his eyes, making him slightly tear up too. He cleared his throat and took Rianne’s hands over his own, “Love, you know me. I have never been one to think too much, have never been one to make a big deal out of anything, have never been one to stress too much, but meeting you and being with you made me care more about this life than I thought I would ever. You are right, being with each other is easy, but you know what makes me realize how much I love you? I don’t want problems or much to think about, but being in a long distance relationship with you before didn’t feel like one. It felt like hope, like someday we would never have to part ways again. I just know that all is well and I will end up with you.” He looked down at her hands and smiled, “Look at us, here we are. I am so proud of us. Being ‘us’ is easy, but when it gets hard, I would still want to be with you for always and forever. I am not much to talk about my feelings, I swear this wedding vow is the last one.” He cracked a joke, making everyone both laugh and cry at his vow, “But Rianne, my love, I swear to be overdramatic to make you laugh and to be always true to you, the love of my life. I love you forever and for always.” He slid the ring on Rianne’s ring finger and brought it to his lips, kissing it while staring at her crying at what he just said.

The priest smiled widely at the two and raised both of his hands, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride.” Seokjin smiled in contentment and raised the veil so he can see Rianne’s face better. “Hi, wife.” He whispered, leaning over to her as he held her waist. “Hello husband.” She answered as Seokjin pressed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. Rianne wrapped her arms around Seokjin’s neck, placing it over his broad shoulders which made everyone clap at the newlyweds.

They pressed their heads together while Seokjin said, “Now, it’s only goodnight.”

Hoseok is sitting with Namjoon on one of the tables, watching the couples dance to Lover by Taylor Swift as Seokjin and Rianne lead them for their first dance. Namjoon nudged Hoseok and smiled, “I wish Bianca was here. I just wish her boss would let her go for once.” Hoseok turned to the sulking Namjoon and when he was about to answer, he smiled. “What?” Namjoon asked, then he turned to where Hoseok was staring.

“I’m here.” She said as she heard what Namjoon was ranting about. “Bianca!” He beamed and stood up, pulling her to a hug. “I thought you couldn’t come? But I am glad you’re here!” He pulled her to a hug again and kissed her all over her face, “And what? Make Rianne-unnie sulk because I can’t attend. Of course, I’ll be here.” She smiled and took Namjoon’s hand, “Come dance, dancer.” She laughed and waved at Hoseok who looked at them endearingly.

Manager Sejin suddenly sat beside Hoseok, tapping his shoulder. Hoseok is staring at the couples’ hands, smiling to himself before turning to Sejin. “Oh, hyung. Yes?” Sejin checked on him, “Having fun?” He asked, making Hoseok smile, “You mean staring at their strings? How did you know I can see them?” The other guy chuckled, “I kinda know ever since the incident or accident. Si Hyuk knows, ever since.” Hoseok chuckled and sighed, “I do not understand why Maine has to go, but I guess seeing these strings mean something for me, right?” He thought about the moment Maine passed away, how he thought his eyes were playing on him because as days go by, he sees these strings on the other members and their partners. He figured it out on his own, until he figured out that Manager Sejin sees it too when he caught him staring at Taehyung and Lexi’s pinkies one time.

Sejin nodded, “Of course. Listen to me.” Hoseok turned to him. “Si hyuk’s job to take care of the strings? You can take it. It is your choice if you want to take it. If you take it, you’ll meet Maine in all of the lifetimes she’ll have. You will always have her. If you don’t then that’s okay too. You’ll still be happy.” Hoseok raised a brow at that, “What? I mean.. wow.” He looked down, thinking of all of the lifetimes he would meet Maine, but Sejin said all of the lifetimes, right?

“Hyung, do you mean I’d meet her and I’ll watch her go away, over and over again?” He said, suddenly feeling cold. Sejin shrugged, agreeing to him. “Hyung,” He sighed, “I love her with my whole heart, I really do, but putting myself in that place where I’ll lose her over and over again is not something she would like. I can help you and pdnim with the work, but to take it up fully, I don’t think I want it and I’m not capable. I want the members to be happy, even if it means I am not fully.” Sejin smiled softly at him and nodded, tapping his shoulders in acceptance. “I understand. The Fates would understand too. Did you know that one of them just accidentally cut off the str--, nevermind. Those crazy ladies.” Sejin stood up and walked away. Hoseok watched him go and turned to look at his hands, sighing. His eyes widened at what he suddenly saw.

The string attached to his fingertip turned white.

The wedding party is in full bloom. Everyone has finished dinner and is now eating finger foods, wine glasses are being refilled at every table and everyone is surely having fun participating in the wedding program.

“Time for the flower toss!” The emcee of the wedding said through the microphone, making all the eligible girls stand up, holding hands as they walk to the space allotted to them. Eunice stood up, making the other girls protest, “Ya, ya, ya, you already have a ring! Sit down.” Gail said and pushed her down to her seat. She laughed at that, “Hey, what if Jimin proposed and plans to marry me ten years later? I still need to catch those flowers!” She laughed and ran to the space for the ladies despite wearing a dress.

All of them stood at the space while Rianne stood in front of them, “Ready? Goodluck, my girls.” She giggled and turned her back on them. “3..2..1..” The crowd counted, then Rianne threw the bouquet of flowers to the back. She threw it higher than expected, making everyone stare in anticipation on who will get it as all of the girls talked about not moving at all and just laying their hands out in front of them. Taehyung and Yoongi watched intently, anticipating who gets to propose too. Both of them rub their hands together, wishing that it could be Lexi or Gail.

The bouquet landed on Eunice’s hands, making Jimin stand up and raise his hands as if he won a game. “Yeeees, bubba!” He laughed while the other girls pouted, “Daaamn, I want to go next but sure!” Toshimaru said, acting and winking at Eunice. Gail and Lexi congratulated her and was about to go their seats when Eunice held Gail by her arm, “It’s yours.” She gave the bouquet to Gail, making the other puzzled, “What?” Eunice waved her hand, ushering her to turn around.

Gail turned around and saw Yoongi down on one knee. She didn’t understand why the crowd went quiet when Eunice gave her the bouquet, but she guesses that this was it. “Gail, Abby, baby, whatever I may call you, I want you to know that meeting you is the best fucking thing I got from the internet. Years of long distance relationship was bearable, but when I met you finally and got to hold you in my arms, hug you and everything in between, I know that I need you forever. So with that, may I know if I can hold you this close forever? If I can call you Gail, Abby, baby and for the rest of our lives, my wife? May I? Will you marry me?”

She bit the inside of her lip and nodded, whispering a faint “Yes” as tears slightly pool at the corner of her eyes. Yoongi slid the ring on her finger, “No more backing out now, lover.” He said and stood up, pulling her to the tightest hug Yoongi might have shown to the public eye. “Who said I will back out from you, lover? I love you.” Gail whispered as she was hugged, making Yoongi show his gummy smile, “Lucky for you. I love you more.” Everyone clapped and congratulated them, yet the whole group went over to them to congratulate them closely, hugging the newly engaged couple.

Seokjin waved at a server to bring them glasses of champagne which responded immediately, giving them each a glass of champagne. When the server reached Lexi and Taehyung, Taehyung just grabbed a glass of water for Lexi and gave it to her, making everyone turn their head to them. “Don’t wanna drink champagne?” Jimin asked Lexi, “Nah, I don’t feel like it.” She casually answered, raising her glass and smiling awkwardly. Taehyung showed his good boy smile and raised his own glass, “To Yoongi-hyung and Gail-noona?” He said, proposing a toast.

Everyone was about to toast but Yoongi was quicker to say, “Are you pregnant?” Lexi bit her lip and turned to Taehyung, obviously asking for help. “Hyungs, I can expla---” but Taehyung ran away as soon as he saw the other guys running to him with faces he didn't know if they’re mad or happy for them. He ran to the aisle as the boys went after him, attracting attention from the crowd since the music’s volume was lowered down when Yoongi proposed.

To control the situation, Hoseok ran to the music booth and poked the one handling it. “Hi, can you turn the volume higher so the crowd gets distracted, please? Now.” Hoseok mindlessly said as he watched the chaos unfold as Jungkook grabbed hold of Taehyung’s arm which made everyone catch up to him. “Oooh shit.” He whispered. “Sure, sir.” The DJ at the booth said then turned to him.

Hoseok caught sight of the new girl’s face, “Are you the replacement for--?” She nodded, “Yes, I wasn’t able to meet you a while ago because we arrived late and I wanted to set up ASAP.” She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled at him.

He swears his heart pounded too much at that sight. The girl before him has the same eyes as Maine, making his heart flutter and drop down to his stomach. He laid his hand out mindlessly again, “Hoseok. You are?” She smiled softly and took his hand, “Of course, I know who you are. I’m Patricia. Nice to meet you.”

Hoseok looked down at their hands as Patricia pulled her hand away from him, then he felt his heart drop lower than his stomach, if that’s even possible.

The string on his fingertip turned pink.

- end 05/16/21 -

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Since my last post ended up being more of a PSA to all SA victims, let me continue to share my out-of-pocket and out-of-character week...I'm here 2 weeks later on 1/26:

Tuesday:

So yeah, to summarize, I probably snapped with this guy from bumble for one whole day knowing like nothing about him. We make plans to get "tipsy and watch movies" on Saturday but I playfully suggest going over that night and I end up packing an overnight bag and staying over. We drink a white claw, prob 3 shits of Tito's, mess around, we go all the way, unfortunately a few times where I was coerced and pressured to do so. I've called him out on it via snap, he tried to call me twice but I didn't wanna talk. We chalked it down to miscommunication and whatnot. Whatever, I'm over it.

Wednesday:

I get 4 hours of sleep, somehow make it to work right on time, because he just needed "5 mins". I let him do his thing for 5 mins and finish. After getting to work my coworker/friend, let's call her Violet, wants to know everything. I eventually text her paragraphs of my night in great detail, and she eventually helps me come to terms that this was r word. The situation hasn't set in and I was talking about it like it was some interesting experience or funny story.

Later on, I visited my grandma as I usually do on Wednesday nights. I had covid the previous week so I wasn't able to see her. I stayed for a bit and met up to see this guy I haven't seen in like 5 years. He was who I lost my virginity to and overall had a weird relationship with, where went on dates and would fool around but didn't have a defined relationship. I hit him up a couple weeks ago asking if he wanted to have that sort of thing again. He was didn't think it would be beneficial for either of us and he said sex doesn't fulfill him in thatw ay anymore. And I feel the same. Idk why I asked when I'm the last person to wanna have sex.

We decided to meet at a park and sat in the backseat of his car. He used to have a Mercedes suv and now this was just a small black car so a lot smaller than the last time we were in a backseat together. Spent some time catching up, not anything super significant has happened to either of us since last seeing each other. Except he had a girlfriend late 2022 and I guess they've been on-and-off and thinking about getting back together. Eventually he leans in and says "get over here" and we start making out. He stops and apologizes because it just doesn't seem right to him. We talk longer about what type of relationship we'd have. Basically neither of us have to do anything we don't want to, just casual and whatever. We kiss again and he stops. He feels like he's taking a step backwards to the past. Which makes sense. We talk a bit more, hug and leave. I texted him later saying we could just talk, hang, vent and do whatever friends do. And that ot seems he still has things to work out with his ex so maybe this isn't needed, so we can just the past in the past and walk away, but I'll always be a friend. I haven't heard from him after that and it's been a week. I'm good though, like I'm at peace with that. I think I was just bored and curious and craving what we had then.

Thursday:

So Thursday morning at work I started to break down thinking about Tuesday's events, just out of nowhere really. And when I stopped I would start again. Luckily I'm at a table in our lobby facing a window to look for cars pulling up to check appointments in. I'd just wipe my tears and pull myself together enough to greet the clients and put up their sheet, sit back down and cry, rinse and repeat. That was the only time really. I almost stepped away into one of the offices where my other coworker/friend, lets call her Archer, was working in. But I got through it.

That evening, I went over to Violet's house to smoke 🍁. My first official time. She invited this guy she went for drinks with, we'll call him Bo. She wasn't feeling him but they still talked and she said she wanted me to meet him because he's hilarious. He couldn't make it that night BUT we went over to his place on Friday night, which I'll explain more in depth. So Violet teaches me how to hold, light and smoke out of a pipe. Talking about and reading messages with the boys we met on dating apps and the guy she's been wishy washy about. I eventually leave a couple hours later and she actually GIVES me a pipe and some weed she ground up for me. I smoked a few times over the weekend and honestly, I didn't feel really any different? Maybe more giggly?

After I left, I texted this guy I've been texting the past couple weeks. A current college security guard and aspiring police officer. We've been trying to get me to come over to his place and I said I would tonight if it didn't get too late. It took me about 35 mins and he had a nice big apartment. Kinda awkward but handsome and I chalked it up to nerves. Didn't go all the way but got oretty close. Just a lot of grinding. I eventually said I should get going, I wasn't sure what he was thinking and I thought he probably wanted it to be over. It was an awkward goodbye because he was just looking at his phone leaning on his counter. I was like, "okay bye?" And hugged him because it was like ??? I sat in his apartment complex parking lot and sent voice notes to Violet about the night. I drove the 30 mins home and didn't hear from him. Once I got home I snapped him asking if he was good because it seemed awkward when I left. The next morning he said he wasn't feeling it, and I asked if it was anything I was doing. Which led to the conclusion that it was a bunch of miscommunication, because i would ask what he wanted and he wasn't really voicing anything, just going along with things. I felt I was doing a lot with changing things up but he said he felt he was doing a lot of the work with eating me out, using his hands, kissing my neck, etc. It was insinuated that we'd meet up again, but -

UPDATE: as of today, January 26, he ignored me for a week and said he was going through stuff, etc. But I was honest and said sex doesn't fulfill me and I feel used and I want a genuine connection. He said he gets it and says we shouldn't meet. It's true though, my experiences haven't been well and I'm convinced none of the guys I'm talking to want anything to do with me that doesn't involve sex. Whateverrr.

Friday:

Me and Violet went over to Bo's house, drank shots and passed around a joint or two. Played darts, had fun and hung out with a Nicki minaj megamix playing on his TV in the background.

Saturday:

First day I spent by myself all week

Sunday:

Bo asked if I wanted to "smoke and netflix". Of course I knew what could happen but I guess I was just numb to it idk. He's egyptian and has an accent which just charms me to the max too. Lol I went over there later, after like 30 mins in the taco bell drive thru. This was the second time seeing Bo and I didn't really know him still. But I was just on a roll with hanging out with guys I didn't know all that week so why not I guess. He puts on "Don't Look Up" and I saw it was over 2 hours and I'm like "idk if we'll finish this" and he agreed. We share a joint and he asks to cuddle so I do, o feel kinda weird has he's tracing his fingers over my arm because again, only hung out once, and he went out with Violet so I was thinking "is he just getting at me because she wasn't feeling him?" But whateverrr. I think he asked if I'm hooking up rn with people and I said I'm not usually the type to just hook up or at least not right away. Like we can make out and play around and stuff. And he says something like "yeah, we can make out..." and it just happens. He was pretty stoned so I don't think he was really in the mood or maybe respected what I said about not hooking up right away. He said "tonight I want to make you happy" and he eats me out for a while 👀 I did go down on him before. I didn't finish, I feel like it'll take a while. Butttt I did get pretty wet. He was flicking his tongue in the right way and also had his fingers in me and I felt me squirting on them. I announced I was squirting because he kinda hesitated and later said he was confused and didn't know but once he knew he said it was hot 👀 He also said later that he didn't mind eating me out for a while because my 🐱 is too hot 👀

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Soooo last night (1/25/22) I go over there again...BTW he lives with his ex. They're married but separated and he had the house for the night. He asked if I wanted to come smoke with him later, and my mood lately has just been why not so yeah lol. We start by sharing a joint. Bo also smokes cigarettes, but you'd never guess. He's one of those really clean smokers. Throughout the night we go out on his porch 3 times for him to smoke. Usually I'd be like, gross, and I'm still never gonna smoke cigarettes, but being around my grandma a lot, secondhand smoke doesn't bother me too much. I kinda taste the sour taste in his mouth when we kiss but it's not too offputting. He shows me how to smoke from a bong, kinda nice, but i prefer when he rolls a blunt. You dont have to light it too much. I wanna get some rolling paper one of these days, smoking from the pipe is kinda convenient but the joint experience is kinda nice lol.

His wifi was acting weird so his TV wasn't connecting. No Netflix tonight, just hood rat music on his phone lol. We start with making out, things progress to 69, he finishes in my mouth. Nbd. Clean up, smoke break. The second time, we go all the way. He wears a condom, like a respectful king. He finishes. Clean up, smoke break. Third time, we start making out and he wants me to cum but at this point I'm dry and not feelin it. I say I don't have to cum and it's ok. GIRLS DONT DO THIS. YOU DESERVE AN ORGASM AND DONT SHAME YOURSELF OR LET ANOTHER PERSON SHAME YOU ON HOW LONG IT'LL TAKE FOR YOU TO FINISH. He asked if I was sure and I said it would take...he says "forever?" And I just say a while, longer than like 5 seconds. Because do guys not realize this??? Ugh. Anyways I'm grinding on top of him, getting really wet. He asks if I'm gonna cum for him and I say I'm gonna try. He eventually is moaning a lot and asks me to choke him 😏 which was hot to hear because a bit before we were talking about what we were into, and I mentioned choking. He said he would get kinda concerned when I led his hand to my neck and wondered if I was hurting, and I said I'd tap him or let him know somehow if I was hurting lol. So I pick up the pace, just getting wetter but not more stimulated ??? I'm watching him pant and get more turned on, eventually he says shit over and over and I keep going until he finishes. I wish that did it for me. But I slowed down the pace and just got off him. Helped him clean up, got dressed for the third time, sat out in his screen room for the 3rd cigarette smoke break because he asked and I was in no rush, then we hug goodbye and we don't text the whole night. He texts me 3 separate messages this morning "good morning hun" "I hope you have a good day today" "last night was so hot actually!!" And I just replied "thank you, I hope you do too" because I was really feeling like nothing because I would like to also have an orgasm and I literally gave this guy 3 orgasms in 3 different ways. I'm all about communication but being passive aggressive is usually my first move lol...if we hang again (I'll give it at least one more shot) I'm gonna remind him of those 3 orgasms and the fact that I had zeroooo. I guess I worry that I won't get there. Ugh whatever. I'm a mess. The fun part is that Bo and I have this little secret that we agreed to not share with Violet. She's going through hell and Friday night we all took shots, smoked, and ate pizza hut at her place while her ex was out...he lightly rubbed my back and there were moments where I saw him stop himself from touching me because Violet was there hehe. Dirty little secret I guess 😏

Forgot what it was called when you do the same thing over and over expecting different results.....insanity all 2022 🥴😵‍💫🤪

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kmpac · 3 years

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Caught in the Rain

➸ 13+

➸ Summary: Being a college kid is a lot of stress, especially when you get deserted by your best friend and have to ask your crush to give you a ride in the rain...

➸ Word count: 2K

➸ Pairing: college student Min Yoongi x college student y/n

➸ Genre: So much fluff

➸ Warnings: like...one curse word, maybe?

➸ A/N: Two nights in a row I had this dream of Yoongi. He had something to say for his birthday, so for his birthday, I decided to put it on paper for you all. I have not edited it at all, so please be gentle with me until I’m able to go back through it. I didn’t want to miss his birthday...

You knew you shouldn’t have opened your big trap. If you hadn’t, you wouldn’t be standing here in the cold, drenched with rain. But as the saying goes, you get what you pay for.

It was a regular Wednesday evening for you, a college student, desperately trying to juggle your 19 credit hours, as well as study time. As such, you were entirely focused in that moment on getting a few studying hours in before you inevitably had to get home and go to bed, only to start all over again, especially since you had a test tomorrow in Anatomy. Your best friend, Sarah, however, had different plans for how to spend her free evening and talked to you non-stop, while you stressed over your grades versus being a good friend.

Her boyfriend was acting suspect, and being a pretty big jerk when Sarah confronted him about a text message on his phone from a girl that looked like a request for a booty call. She hadn’t snooped, just seen his phone light up on the coffee table, while she was over “Netflix and chilling” with him one night. You were trying so hard to equally be a good friend, and a good student, but after mixing up the Parietal and Occipital bones in the skull for the 5th time in a row, you turned to Sarah and said “Honey, he is cheating on you. You need to break up with him. Cut ties. You don’t deserve to be treated like that.”

While the sentiment was certainly meant to help, it was said in a raised voice that instead communicated frustration, rather than understanding, and it sent a bulldozer straight at Sarah. Your brain took a little longer to catch up to what you had done, but Sarah didn’t have the same problem as she grabbed her bag and, with tears in her eyes, flew toward the stairs. When you woke up from your temporary daze, you started down the stairs after her, trying to apologize, but Sarah wasn’t hearing it. Down the stairs through the humanities building she went and out the front door into the rain and cold of night. You were a bit behind, so when you finally made it out into the pouring rain, she had already entered her car and drove away when you remembered she was your ride.

You stood under a portico, trying to shield your phone as you called Sarah repeatedly, to no avail. She refused to answer. The realization that the campus was mostly empty and it was 10pm on a Wednesday night suddenly struck you, and the tears started to fall as you kicked yourself at your stupidity.

Sarah always had been sensitive about her boyfriend. She should have broken up with him 10 times over, but you always dried her tears and ate ice cream with her listening to her problems, but never interfering. It would have continued to be that way, if not for that stupid test. Remembering the test had you running back up to the second floor to grab your bag and pack it the best you could with tears clouding your vision. The building was dead silent and most of the lights were off at this point. You hadn’t realized it had gotten so late. Somehow, being alone always intensified the awareness of silence, and this was no different.

You were shivering as you had gotten soaked to the bone in the rain, and were only wearing a hoodie over your tee shirt and jeans. You pulled your phone out again to call Sarah. She again didn’t answer. You tried Deanna, your neighbor, no answer. You tried Amy, your lab partner, no answer. You weren’t exactly the most social sophomore on campus, and unfortunately your family were all miles and miles away, unable to help, so why scare them with this?

You were frantically searching your brain for anyone you could call, while also contemplating trying Sarah’s boyfriend, the jerk, when you noticed a light on in the building next door. It was the library, and should have been your study spot, but there were generally too many people there, and you preferred the quiet of the Humanities building, where you could stretch out on a couch and comfortably absorb information. But right now, that building might be your saving grace. You scanned the lit window for a familiar face when you stumbled upon Min Yoongi.

THE Min Yoongi.

Coolest guy on campus, as far as you were concerned. Quiet. Speculative. Barely spoke or acknowledged anyone except when absolutely necessary. Always had a pair of headphones in his ears, even during class, like he didn’t even care if the teachers noticed. And while such a person might normally seem like a snob, he was the opposite. He had a kind of quiet patience with everyone around him. You had first met him Freshman year in a Music Theory class and you were astonished by his knowledge and creative thinking. You started sitting next to him, to hopefully absorb some of his genius, as you were not the most naturally gifted at Music of any kind, though you loved to listen to music (hence why you chose the class for your elective). 2 years later, you liked to think of him as a friend, but the kind of friend you want to make out with.

Did you mention he was also incredibly hot? With cat like eyes, a soft nose, skin like porceline, and the poutiest mouth you’d ever seen, you were constantly one bad choice away from attacking him. You had always held back, worried that a guy like that would never see a total nerd like you as anything but a friend. Hell, here you were with your hair pulled into yesterday’s ponytail and your baggiest hoodie and jeans, and that was before you got drowned in the rain.

Either way, you needed a ride home, and Yoongi was your only shot at a knight in shinning armor.

Thinking that thought had you imagining him scooping you up and rescuing you, even as you ran down the stairs and back out into the rain.

It was embarrassing to say the least to walk through the library, probably looking a hot mess as you passed other late night studiers who lined the library tables and chairs. You got more than one odd look as you tried to tuck your frizzed wet hair behind your ears and make your way to Yoongi, but you felt the tears coming again as your situation only grew worse with each step. Not only had you lost your ride, and precious last minute studying hours, but now you were being stared at like a lunatic, while you went to beg your crush to rescue you, while looking the exact opposite of how you wished to look in his presence.

When you made it to where he was sitting you noticed he had headphones on and was working on something on his laptop and didn’t notice your approach until you were directly in front of him. When he did notice you, his eyes only marginally widened at the look of you, but otherwise his face remained unchanged as he slowly removed one headphone from his ear in a universal signal to speak.

You coughed and tried not to cry more as you explained your situation. As you gestured, you noticed water cascading from your sleeve and something about it set you off again and you burst into silent tears as you turned around to hide it from Yoongi. This was a bad idea. But then you heard his laptop close with a snap and when you turned around he was standing and slinging his backpack over his back.

“What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing, y/n?” He said in his deep monotone voice. “I’m taking you home.”

You started to apologize and tell him, he didn’t have to leave that you would find another way home, but he told you to shut up, so you did. You followed him out into the rain and into his car that was parked in the adjoining parking lot, berating yourself the whole way. What were you actually thinking? This was a terrible idea. The voice in your head was so loud, you almost didn’t hear him ask for your address until he handed you his phone with GPS open. You typed in your address and put on your seatbelt, apologizing silently for all the water you got in his car.

At first, you traveled in silence, with only the radio to fill the awkwardness of the situation. You had never been in such an intimate setting with Yoongi before and you were feeling it, but for his part, he looked as cool as a cucumber.

“So what is Sarah’s deal anyway?” He asked suddenly, snapping your attention back forward to the road.

“What do you mean?”

“Why does she put up with that guy? He’s a jerk.”

“My words exactly.”

“So she got mad because you told her the truth?” He asked with a laugh in his voice, though his eyes never left the road.

“It’s kind of girl code. Only offer your opinion if it agrees with the person you are giving the advice to.”

“That’s stupid.”

You laughed in a nervous manner as you agreed with him.

For a time after, you both drifted into companionable silence as the music coming out of the speakers mixed with the rain sounds outside. It was like a lullaby to calm your wounded soul, and you finally felt at peace and content; healed by this quiet soothing man beside you.

“This song is pretty,” you said as your head rested against the window, letting the vibrations of the song float through your body.

“Thanks. I wrote it,” he said causing your gazes to clash, one in astonishment and one in shyness.

“Yoongi, it’s...amazing.”

You were lost for words and his face looked sheepish, but the darkness of the night didn’t reveal if his cheeks were colored pink in that moment.

“Almost there,” he said and coughed to draw your attention away from him and onto the road. Sure enough, you had just turned onto your street, lined with apartment buildings, and at the end stood yours that you shared with Sarah. You sat up and mentally prepared yourself for the fight you would have when you went in, so you didn’t notice Yoongi assessing you from the driver’s seat.

As he pulled to a stop, you noticed Sarah’s car wasn’t in it’s normal spot. She must have gone to her boyfriend’s place. You felt a wave of emotions again, but you stamped it down, not wanting to fall apart in front of Yoongi again.

You turned to him with an affectionate smile, and he returned it with his signature grin of a flat line with just a slight upturn on either end. It had more of an impact on you than he probably intended. He not only rescued you, but he was acting as though it was the easiest thing in the world, to pick up everything and drive you across town because you didn’t have a ride. And maybe for him, this wasn’t a big deal, but it was to you. It made your cold, wet body glow in affection for this man who quietly stood up from a table like the obvious answer was to drive you home.

In light of this fluttering feeling, your body seemed to have a mind of its own as it lunged forward to kiss his cheek. If you had time to realize what you were doing, you would have certainly stopped yourself. What a silly notion, to kiss your crush on the cheek! AND so spontaneously. That was so not you!

And yet here you were, whole body in motion toward your savior, your crush, your friend. But in your bid to sweetly wish him a goodnight, you miscalculated and ended up just a few inches to the right and your lips, however briefly, made contact with the corner of Yoongi’s mouth. Your eyes went wide, as did Yoongi’s once he realized what was actually happening, and as though time went from going much too slow to going much too fast, you flinched as your face became a flame.

“I am so sorry, I don’t know why I just did that,” you started to say as you turned away toward the door, but before you were able to pull the handle, a hand at the back of your head was pulling you back again.

You had no time to appreciate the coolness of his fingers against your feverish neck or the look on his face, for before you could even form a thought your mouth was firmly pressed, not to the corner, but fully on his pouty mouth. You were sure you were imagining it, but it definitely seemed, and felt, like Yoongi had pulled you into a searing and rough kiss. It was just lips to lips, and probably only lasted a moment, but the electrical current that ran through your entire body, set you alight. And then before you knew what was what, he was letting go again and turning back to the steering wheel.

“Goodnight, y/n,” he said, and now that you were only inches from his face, you could clearly see the blush, and notice the way his fingers tapped in a jittery pattern against the steering wheel. Your shyness somehow caught up with you and you pulled away abruptly and turned again to the door with a mumbled, “night,” or so you hoped. You couldn’t be for sure, as your head was reeling.

You were right at the door when you heard a voice in your head tell you to shoot your shot. Oddly it sounded a lot like Yoongi’s voice, which made you giggle and bite your lip as you turned. The view was one of a nervous Yoongi looking like he was internally berating himself, and you were pretty certain you had never seen anything cuter in your life. So before you had time to second guess yourself, you turned your whole body toward this perfect, wonderful man…

And kissed him.

Not like he had kissed you. No. That was rushed as though you would never get another chance. Full of uncertainty and nervousness.

No, you kissed him so tenderly and gently that he could not misinterpret your intentions.

Your mouth caressed his and he returned in kind as his arms left the steering wheel to latch onto either side of your head, fingers buried in your hair. You opened your mouth as invitation and he didn’t hesitate as his tongue found yours in a dance of equal energy. You found yourself gasping, and your wet fingers found either side of his hoodie to pull him closer. You wanted to be sure he knew exactly how you felt about him.

Suddenly a low deep moan escaped his mouth and you realized where you were. In his car, 10:30pm the night before a test, drenched and probably getting sick from the rain, with your dream man’s tongue down your throat. This could easily become something else, but you still had a friendship to redeem and a test to ace. Giving Yoongi the biggest smile you were capable of, you pulled away. His face was lit up, like it so rarely was, with so many emotions and you knew this would not be the last time you’d find yourself lip locked in his car.

“Thank you for bringing me home,” you said softly as you rubbed your nose against his cute one.

“Anytime,” he said with a half grin, showing his teeth.

You turned again to reach for the handle and this time he let you. By now the rain had stopped and you marveled at how you hadn’t even noticed. You pulled the door wide and felt a shiver run over your wet clothes and you grabbed your bag and exited.

Before the door closed though, Yoongi called your name.

“Can I call you tomorrow?” he was asking as he leaned against the center consul to get a good look at you from under his hair.

You smiled and laughed as you walked backward with your bag swinging in your hand.

“You better.”

You laughed at your absurdly flirtation response as you jogged up to your apartment and went in the main doors. From the other side you peeked out the window to get your last good look at Yoongi and he was leaning back in his seat looking like the cat who got the cream, and you figured you probably looked the same.

Heroes come in all shapes and sizes. You were glad yours was a cute cat eyed, gummy smiled, gorgeous boy.

#yoongi fic #yoongi x reader #min yoongi #bts yoongi #college student yoongi #happy birthday yoongi

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footballxwrites · 3 years

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Ridiculously in love with your writing so giving another one😂

So read reports that Christian pulisic maybe going back to the bundesliga to play for Bayern so maybe you could write one on that where he feels guilty for not having been able to probably make it work in Chelsea. He’s been with his fiance since they were like 12 and she’s a British citizen and an arsenal fan so she was definitely the happiest when they moved to london as because she runs her own company and their main office is in London. Christian feels like a crap fiancé also because now she’ll have to travel up and down every other week like she did when they were in Dortmund, and she’s done and sacrificed so much for him and he couldn’t even make it work so she can be in her hometown for once and also be with her family, plus they’re looking to start a family so this travelling business and not having grandparents around the corner isn’t ideal either. With all this plus not starting games plus family stuff weighing him down, he starts to be distant from her and she obviously notices. She gives him a bit of space at the beginning but then quickly realises that they should talk about it like they always have in their relationship. So she brings it up and he lets out everything and she’s like “ don’t be stupid, I want the best for your career and if that’s in freaking Finland well go there, you’ve had a tough year and not the ideal start to your time at Chelsea ans that’s okay. Everyone has set backs but we need to make a comeback so we’re gonna do what’s best for you and then go from there. Europe is small and London to Munich or wherever it is isn’t too bad at all, plus you know I genuinely like travelling for work. And when the kids come we’ll just figure out a schedule that puts them first and have you seen our parents, they’re gonna be coming and seeing us all the time. It’s fine, we’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna be just fine” and then Christian is just crying by then because how did he get so lucky blah blah blah... can’t wait for this one xxxxxx

Long Distance Love ♡

𝖧𝖺𝗁𝖺 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗄 𝗒𝗈𝗎! 𝖨 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗁𝗈𝗉𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 (𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾 𝗅𝗈𝗅)...𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝖻𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝗅𝗅 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝖼𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗈 𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗈𝗍𝖺𝗅𝗅𝗒 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖾 😅𝗑

January 10 2021

Suddenly, you felt him stir slightly, readjusting his arms that were snaked around your body, which made your head shoot up to gaze at him, seeing his eyes fluttering open and a lazy smile creep upon his lips as he leaned into a kiss. His arms were quick to pull your waist against his so your head was flat on his chest, listening to the peaceful sound of his heartbeat, instantly making you feel at home. You little moment was cut short when his phone went off and he rushed out the room with a groan, leaving you annoyed and your heart pounding, having a feeling you knew exactly what the phone call was about, hoping he come back and give you the answer you wanted to hear...

“It’s gone through...the transfer” he sorrily spoke, making your breath hitch in your throat, although knowing it was a high possibility of the move actually happening, a part of you was certain he’d be staying here in central London for at least another year. “Guess you’d better get packing then” you softly laughed, feeling disheartened to say the least, the words of “it’s happening” not being the ones you wanted to fall from his lips, “look can we talk about this properly-“ he began, reaching for your hand as you swiftly dodged his grip and made your way to the bathroom, ready for a complete meltdown about everything, “No I have to get ready for work...while I still have my own business” you trailed off, letting the door close behind you with a slam...

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January 2 2019

"The real question is, how did I get so lucky?" you giggled before he gently pushed the mug of coffee into your hands while leaning in to plant a small kiss on your forehead. Instantly, that warm feeling flew through your body just from the smallest, loving touch he gave you, it never getting old. “Good morning, beautiful." he mumbled against your lips, before wrapping his arms around your neck and resting his head on top of yours, “and a very good morning to you handsome” you smiled, feeling the most relaxed you’ve felt in a while, lifting your gaze to him, love dancing in your eyes as you leaned in to clasp your mouths together.

"Kissing you never gets old," you mutter softly as you both pull away, Christian flashing you a cheeky grin before spotting his luggage packed and ready for the off beside the front door of your new complex, a sigh falling from his lips, “can’t believe I arrived here a week ago and I’m already flying back to Germany” he frowned, pulling a pout. “It’s only six months and it’ll be over before you know it, I’m not going to lie I will miss living over there, especially the weather” you giggled, messing up his perfectly gelled hair to which you got no thanks for, “hands off, this took ages to do” he said, pretending to be serious and grabbing your hand as if to say ‘go on do it again I dare you’. “I’m gonna miss you, the apartment’s gonna seem empty without you here...and it means I have to build all the flat pack furniture from IKEA myself” you huffed, pointing at the hundreds of cardboard boxes filling the spacious room as he laughed, culling your face and running a finger along your cheek, “you’ll be fine, we’ll FaceTime every night and whenever we have a minute spare because you’re gonna be busy as hell now...my super business woman” he winked as you shook your head, still not quite believing you actually own a company, like a whole ass company belonged to you and it was mad to just even picture it.

“Ah shut up, you’re making me blushing Mr Pullisic, now go before you miss that flight of yours” you grinned, going in for one last peck while shoving him out the door with a struggle, feeling like his clingy self wasn’t ever gonna leave, “I love you, see you in half a year” he happily said, grabbing his many cases and walking out, letting the door gently fall closed...

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July 1 2019

The classic iPhone ping went off as an incoming text message lit up your phone screen, instantly opening the pic attachment of him saying ‘en route’ which meant he was on his way and by god you couldn’t wait to just see him in person after all this time. He barely got through the front door before you took a leap, linking your legs around his torso as his hands secured under your thighs to carry your weight. Squeezing him tight, you rested your head in the crook of his neck, enjoying his presence as a laugh escaped his lips, “missed me just a bit?” he stupidly asked, not even bothering to let you answer before smashing his lips on yours for the first time what felt like in forever.

Gently tapping your legs, he slowly placed you feet on the ground and then cupped your face, pulling you in for another long, loving kiss, “so how’s everything been then, and by the way you’ve done a good job decorating this place” he nodded, eyes gazing at all the modern interior, “funny you asked, I managed to open two more branches this week, one in Gateshead up north and the other in Manchester!” you exclaimed letting out a small squeal, not able to control your excitement any longer as his eyes went wide with joy. “I didn’t think you could make me any prouder but I guess I was wrong eh” he gushed, heading over to sort out his cases, “I’m saying the same about you” you laughed as he pulled out a couple man of the match awards along with a jersey signed by all the teammates. “It felt strange to say goodbye to them after all these years...but it’s time for a fresh start, here in London with Chelsea Fc and with you” he whispered, excited for the new chapter in your lives to finally begin.

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The next year could only be described as perfect for the both of you, his career taking off and loving every moment at the club, getting along with everyone in the dressing room and then loving the fans and atmosphere within the stadium, and knowing you were in the stands somewhere cheering on your ‘captain America’ made it all the more special. As for you, your company was doing beyond amazing, going from National to world wide, owning buildings in Dubai, Spain and you’ll never guess where, Germany. Your main branch was of course London, where the company was founded and to which was the office you managed and were based at, meaning you rarely visited the abroad ones but you weren’t complaining, with you being a London gal to be in your home city with your own bloody business was unimaginable, not to mention you were only a 20 mins drive from your family.

Oh yeah and he popped the question about four months into the move on your eight year anniversary which you of course said yes to, already having planned out your dream wedding, the pair of you agreeing to have it here rather than America with work and travel and all that malarkey.

For the first time in ages, it all seemed to be coming together for yous...

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January 10 2021

8 hours later and the two of you hadn’t spoken all day, with him going off to what you assumed was his last training session and proceeding to ignore you and your many questions, you decided to go to work too, trying to get this whole moving countries once again after only one fucking year back home thing off your mind.

“Right that’s it, you’re going to talk to me Christian because you must think I’m a mind reader or something and I can just tell what’s going in in that brain of yours” you said, stumbling through the door and throwing your keys in the side before throwing yourself on the sofa beside your sad looking boyfriend. “I’m sorry” was all he could say, looking down at the ground leaving you with a confused frown on your face, “enough with the apologies, I just want to know what this means, for us” you sighed, placing a hand on his cheek and giving it a small pinch, hoping it’d put a smile on his lips.

“Well I’m definitely leaving Chelsea, guess not everything works out...but it means I’m back off to Germany” he said as you slowly nodded, “you have to do what’s best for your career, ok?” you smiled, running a hand through his hair as he was quick to shake his head, “no I can’t. I don’t wanna leave you, not again. And anyways we’re supposed to be trying for a baby and that’s going to be a challenge if we’re in different countries don’t you think?” he’s spoke with a slight laughter. “I’m not arguing with you Pullisic, go and sign that contract and get yourself away to Germany to revive your job. I’m not saying I’m going to drop everything and move again because I have my work and life, but I can easily fly out and visit, you’re forgetting I have an office over there. As for kids, we’ll get to that part when it comes around...so just take one step at a time and get on the phone to your agent to tell him you’re taking the transfer” you blurted out with a soft smile, knowing exactly what you were saying and that this was just another step in your life, at the end of the day, life isn’t life without it’s challenges along the way...❤️

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If you got this far reading it, I hope you enjoyed it! x

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solastia · 4 years

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Shadow Of You | 2

Pairing: Seokjin x Jungkook

Summary: Alpha Seokjin is sixteen when his best friend’s baby brother is born. When he finally gets to visit and meet the new baby Jungkook, he’s dismayed to discover the infant is his true mate. Or: Seokjin and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Long Wait For His Mate.

Seokjin bounded down the stairs of his family’s entirely too large house with his backpack slung off one shoulder. His hair was still damp as he’d rushed through getting ready and his clothes were thrown on without a thought. He hadn’t even had enough time to finish up his homework this morning like he’d been hoping.

“Where do you think you’re going without breakfast?”

He grinned sheepishly at the old housekeeper as he stuffed his feet into his shoes.

“Sorry, Yeona. I’m going to be late as it is.”

She sighs and offers up an apple she had in her apron, obviously having expected such an answer.

“At least eat this. It should tide you over until your first break. And stop staying up so late. You look thin and ragged. Do I have to move in to make you behave?”

Seokjin chuckles, having heard the same threat since he was a young boy.

“But Yeona, I have to study well so I become a doctor someday and can steal you away!”

“Oh, off with you. Have a good day. I’ll make your favorite for dinner tonight, alright?”

He cheekily saluted her and munched on the apple as he rushed to his car, finishing the fruit in just a few bites and throwing the core in a random bush for the gardener to find later. His poor stomach wasn’t happy with just a few bites of fruit, but hopefully, it would hold off until he had a chance to sneak off the grounds and get himself a real meal.

His phone was already rumbling with a barrage of messages, probably from Hoseok complaining that he’d had to walk to school since he’d never showed. He felt bad, but he’d hadn’t even been sure he was going to go to school today since he was just coming off of the most horrible rut in his life - never mind that it had only been his second.

After the life-changing visit to the Min household, Seokjin had rushed home, expecting to shut himself in his room to think about things. However, his body had decided to take matters into its own hands and he’d been horrified to feel himself going into his second rut - three months too early.

For once he’d been thrilled about the fact that Yeona had the weekends off and that his parents were at an event in Jeju. While it probably would have been safer to have someone around to check on him, he was glad he hadn’t had to explain why he was in so much agony. Why he refused to touch himself - instead curling up and sobbing as his body wracked with pain.

As someone who actually paid attention during his science classes due to his future career, he knew that it was simply his body's way of preparing itself since he’d found his mate. And since there was no mate around to sate him, his body increased its demands and he’d been forced to deal with high fevers, horrible cramping, and vomiting. He probably would have been able to reduce the severity with a couple rounds with his own hand, but it felt horribly wrong considering what had triggered it in the first place.

Jin drives with the radio off for once, the silence forcing him to finally think about his situation. And the honest to God truth was that he had no idea what to do. He’d never heard of anything like this happening before. He didn’t even know how to start looking for the information he needed.

When he was being realistic he’d always thought he’d never even find his true mate. It was becoming a rare thing for anyone these days. He’d pictured his life looking pretty much exactly like his fathers - marry someone his parents picked and work at the hospital until he was forced to retire. If he was lucky like them, he’d at least become friends with his mate and maybe pop out a pup before they start a life of celibacy (hopefully. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to know if his parents had others).

Now...what kind of life could he have, always being drawn to something he couldn’t have? Now that he’d scented his true mate, had skin to skin contact as he’d held him in his arms, his body was going to be thoroughly fucked.

The horrible ruts were just going to get worse for at least a couple of years before his body would finally accept the loss. His scent was going to spike enough that he’d probably have to start showering several times a day and practically smother himself in scent masking products.

Worst of all, if he decided to just move on with his life and let his parents assign him a mate, no bite would ever take. He could marry and produce pups just fine, but he’d never be able to officially mate anyone else in the traditional sense. That would be a big deal-breaker for a lot of people.

Even in this modern world, the wolf and their instincts were still held in high regard. Being married without being mated would be looked at as taboo by his family and their circle, right up there with him mating a beta or becoming a janitor.

Jin sighed as he pulled into the school’s parking lot and finds Yoongi standing there with his arms crossed, giving him no chance of escaping unless he drove off and skipped school entirely.

Jin was many things, but a total coward he was not.

He grabbed his bag and slid out of the car, pasting a grin in his face that he hoped would pass for authentic even under the shrewd eyes of Min Yoongi.

“My darling Yoongichi, were you waiting for me? Chivalry isn’t dead!” he says dramatically, heading straight for the school building and ignoring Yoongi’s grumbles as he tries to catch up to him.

“Don’t give me that. I’ve been trying to call you all weekend. What’s going on?”

Jin shrugs, going for nonchalance, even as that subtle fragrance clinging to his friend began to call to him. “I guess all the stress from school got to me. Went into rut early.”

“Really?” Yoongi clucks in sympathy. “That sucks. Wait...weren’t your parents gone? You spent your rut alone?”

Jin waves away his worry. “I was fine. Some mild cramping. Five packets of beef jerky and a few rounds with myself and my Kumi Koda poster and I’m good to go.”

“You’re gross,” Yoongi groans as he pushes past him to open the door to their first class, which happened to be together.

He was incredibly happy to slide into his first period for once, as that teacher was notorious for not allowing talking and making everyone turn in their phones before class. For now, he was free from any more questions and could simply focus on his shitty schoolwork in peace.

Until lunch, that was.

And when it came around, the nerves roiled in his gut but he sat in his usual spot anyway. He watched his friends quietly as they all settled in like a pack of hyenas on a sugar rush. Yoongi settles into the spot right across from him and Jin nearly groans because that scent is still on him. Understandable, considering. Was he ever going to be able to eat strawberries again without thinking about how fucked up his life was?

“What about you, hyung?”

He snapped to attention when Hoseok jabs him with his elbow. “What?”

“We are heading over to shoot hoops at the park then have dinner at Yoongi’s.”

“Oh, ah,” he stammers, scratching the back of his head as he searches for a way out. “I was going to work on my biology project. Really big deal. At least forty percent of my grade, you know?”

“You can do it there,” Yoongi says with a shrug. “Ma has been asking about you, and you know if you make her wait much longer she’ll kidnap you.”

And that was the heart of his dilemma because the Min household was basically his real home, and he longed to be there. Ached for the feeling of belonging and acceptance that the family gave him. But he also knew that all of it would fly away if they learned the truth.

“Besides,” Yoongi continues after swallowing his food (the only one of his friends that actually bothers to do that by the way), “She’s been really worried since last time. She said she had a feeling she knew what was wrong but she wouldn’t tell me. Like having a rut is something to be embarrassed about,” Yoongi scoffs.

Jin’s nerves went wild. Did she know? Mama Min knew? He supposed she had been closer to him at the time so she would have seen his eyes, and he had growled at her but...shit. He was so fucked. She only wanted him to come by so she could warn the destined pervert away from her son.

But...he supposed he should go. Just one last time. One last moment to soak in as much of that feeling of home as he could get before he was banished. And now that the initial imprinting and rut had passed, he’d even be able to look at him without losing his mind. So maybe he’d take the chance to apologize to Jungkook too because he was going to grow up longing for something he couldn’t understand and unable to bond properly all because fate had chosen poorly for him.

He sighed and pushed around the food on his plate. “I’ll go.”

“Great, hyung. Ma will be happy and stop blowing up my phone.” Yoongi smiled gummily at him.

That seemed to be the end of it, as they all went back to eating and talking over each other about video games. Listening to them made Jin feel ancient, despite the fact that just last week he had nothing better to talk about than video games himself.

The rest of the day went by much too quickly. All of his teachers seemed to be in great moods and willing to cut classes early or assign easy work, so there wasn’t much to keep Jin’s mind occupied. He declined to play basketball with the others afterward because he felt the overwhelming urge to go home and get prepared to go to the Min’s.

It wasn’t until he noticed that he was wearing Burberry from head to toe and had spent twenty minutes styling his hair that he realized he’d been primping for his mate. For an infant that would be more likely to vomit or piss on the outfit than admire the cut or pattern. He scoffed aloud, practically hating his wolf at that moment.

“Get used to disappointment, you bastard,” he muttered wryly.

Still the wolf wouldn’t settle. Jin drove with gritted teeth, wondering what his instincts were screaming at him to do now. It wasn’t until he passed a shopping center and he nearly crashed into someone trying to control his arm from turning the wheel that he understood. Shopping? Why the fuck did he want to go shopping?

The urge grew until stopping abruptly, letting Jin’s mind clear.

Oh! The bastard wanted to bring a courting gift. Not in this lifetime, buddy.

He breathed with mingled relief and wariness when he finally pulled into his usual spot at the Min household. He saw all the scooters and skateboards laying in the lawn that meant his friends were already here.

He gulped and climbed out of his car, walking towards the door with an odd sense of deja vu. It was just a few days ago where he made this same journey that changed his life forever.

He stared at the door, suddenly wondering what to do. Normally, he barged in like he had the right to...but did he any more?

The choice was taken from him when Yoongi flings the door open and scowls at him like he’d just grown three heads.

“Why the hell are you just standing there, weirdo? Come in already.”

“Yoongi, be nice!” Came the familiar command from the living room.

“Yes, Ma,” Yoongi grumbled as he closed the door behind Jin and waited for him to take his shoes off.

They walked together towards the living room as Jin tried to control his racing heart. He was so nervous but his wolf finally seemed content with that strawberries and cream scent filling his nose like a balm.

The moment they walked into the living room, Mama Min pierced him with a meaningful look. Then she turned and handed Jungkook to Hoseok.

“Take him into Yoongi’s room and you guys hang out in there for a bit. I just want to check on Jin without you guys hearing a bunch of embarrassing questions.”

They all chuckled, having dealt with the same concern after one of their own cycles. Jin eyed the bundle in Hoseok’s arms warily, both wanting to run from it and to protect it from Hoseok's too loose grip.

“Seokjin,” Mama Min said softly, bringing his attention back to her.

She was...crying? Was she going to kick him out right away then?

She held out her arms and thickened her scent, the comfort and reassurance she was exuding exactly what he’d needed.

“Come here, sweetheart.”

He keened and ran towards her arms, letting her pull him close. She rocked him as he finally cried for the first time since it happened. He could feel the wet droplets as she joined him.

“Oh, you sweet boy. I’m so sorry. So, so sorry,” she crooned, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head.

“I’m sorry, Mama. I didn’t do anything. I won’t do anything! I promise!” he cried hysterically, desperate to keep her from ever looking at him with disgust. “I can stay away from him, I will.”

“Oh, darling boy. I know you would never do anything you shouldn’t. I’m just sorry it’s like this,” she said softly, cradling his cheeks to make him look up at her. “I always knew that you were meant to be a part of this family, but this seems like such a high price to pay for it. I wish I could have had him sooner for you.”

“What do I do now?” he asked softly, sniffling.

She sighed and pet his cheek. “I don’t really know, Jinnie. I’ve never heard of this before. I suppose your parents don’t even know about this yet?”

He shook his head. “No. They’re not even home right now.”

Her eyebrow raised in shock. “But...Kim Seokjin! Did you just have a rut all alone in that mausoleum of a house?”

“Uh, yes? Yeona is off weekends and my parents were out of town so I had no choice. BUT! I didn’t do anything! I swear! I just slept a lot and I swear I didn’t think anything bad.”

He clutched at her as he swore, and her eyes softened even as they filled with more tears.

“Hush, sweet thing. This is an...odd and difficult situation, but I like to think I know you well enough to know you’re trying your best. I’m not going to automatically think you’re feeling...things...for an infant. If anything, your alpha should just be feeling super protective of him, and judging by the way you growled at me last time, I think it’s safe to say you are.”

He cleared his throat with embarrassment. “Sorry about that.”

She waved it away. “It’s alright. You can’t help it.”

The conversation lulled to silence after a few moments, with him simply enjoying the way she was petting his hair.

“Mama Min?” he finally asked softly.

“Yes?”

“Should I...um...do you want me to stop coming by now?”

She sighed and tilted his chin up to face her.

“No. You are always welcome here, sweetheart. Always. I trust that not only will you be able to control yourself, but that I will be able to be a fair judge of whatever is going on.”

She waited until he nodded in acknowledgment. “However, if at any time it becomes too hard for you to be here, know that we understand and will love you no matter what you decide. If you think it’s better to stay away, that’s fine. I’ll still expect you to write, call, send a pigeon. Whatever. We won’t be upset if you decide to find a mate your own age and move on with your life. You deserve to. No one will judge you for not waiting for eighteen years for a mate. That’s unrealistic and unfair.”

He nods and looks down. “Does Yoongi know? He’ll be pissed.”

“Not yet. I’ll tell him tonight after you all leave. I think he’ll take it better one on one. But you know him. He’ll take the night to process it and then he’ll be angry at you for two days because you thought he’d get mad at you, not because of the situation.”

That much was true, he supposed.

“Alright,” she said with gusto, pecking him one last time on the head. “Go round the hooligans. Dinner will be done in a moment.”

He jumped up, feeling lighter than he had in days. His life still royally sucked, but at least for the time being he still had his home.

“Everything okay?” Yoongi asked the moment he flung open the bedroom door.

They were all gathered in a little circle in front of Yoongi’s bed, with Hoseok sitting on top of it. He was bouncing and singing something entirely inappropriate for a child.

“Yeah. It’s cool. Dinner’s almost done.”

“Finally!” Namjoon huffed, his stomach rumbling loudly to agree.

“Here!” Hoseok huffed and shoved the bundle towards him. Jin accepted it without thinking.

He looked down and locked eyes again with the creature that had so changed his life. His wolf quieted almost instantly, finally content to be in the general vicinity of its mate. The others shuffled out of the room and he barely noticed, so enthralled he was by the eyes blinking up at him. The baby was so quiet. Aren’t they supposed to be loud?

And...he supposed as far as infants went he was decent looking. Didn’t look like a potato like some infants he’d seen. His eyes were larger than the rest of the Min’s, and his nose seemed a bit longer. Maybe it was just a baby thing and he had to grow into himself.

All he knew was that he was very glad that all he scented was strawberries and pup, and it just made him protective. He didn’t feel any crazy urges or have bad thoughts - he simply wanted to make sure this pup was safe and happy.

Huh , he could live with that.

“Well, how’d I do?”

He looked up to find Mama Min watching him from the doorway, leaning against it and smiling softly.

“He’s only seven weeks old and already makes Yoongi look like a gremlin,” he scoffed playfully, standing up.

She laughs and holds out her arms. “He is a pretty one. Yoongi’s not so bad either when he sleeps more than four hours and showers.”

He hesitates, his wolf unwilling to release the pup now that he had it. But no, he was more than instincts. He thrust Jungkook towards her and pretended that his wolf wasn't howling against the loss.

Who else would he be safer with than his own mother, you bastard? He growled to himself.

When they gathered for dinner it was the usual chaos. Everyone was screaming and talking over each other, tons of laughter and teasing. Amazing food and even better friends.

Maybe I can keep this, he thought to himself. He smiled hopefully as he observed everyone he cared about sitting around him. Maybe things don’t have to change too much. Jungkook will just be another friend. Eventually. When he learns to talk that is. I can keep on with the plan.

Nothing will change.

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Because Two People Got Drunk: 16

Series Masterlist

A/N: Bold is text messages, italics are flashbacks.

Summary: You and Fred try to navigate your first Christmas since you moved out, but it has an impact on your other relationships.

Warnings: Smut, very light bdsm, swearing, NSFW

Word Count: 5850

Chapter 16

F: Hey, what are your plans for Christmas?

Y/N: Uh, I hadn’t thought about it too much

Y/N: What about you?

F: Well I was thinking that we both want to spend time with him for it. So want to come to my place?

F: The three of us can spend it together

Y/N: Yeah that sounds like a great idea! We’ll need a tree though

F: You and you’re Christmas trees…

F: I get back after Saturday’s game and have Sunday off, want to get one then?

Y/N: Yup, sounds perfect! :)

Just as you finish texting Fred your phone vibrates, you see Connor’s name across the screen when you answer.

“Hello?”

“Hey, so I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner this weekend?” he asks.

“Fred’s out of town so I have Oliver Friday and Saturday” you reply.

“Okay, what about Sunday?”

You pause unsure how to respond knowing this could be awkward. “Fred and I are taking Oliver out to get a Christmas Tree.”

“I haven’t seen you much” he wines. He wasn’t wrong after Thanksgiving you had only seen him once. Fred had been gone for most of the time with road games. You didn’t want to use Christie a lot, since you knew that when he was at home Fred relied on her while at hockey. It made it dating Connor difficult, but you had only been going out for about a month.

“I know, but it’s the holidays. We’re just trying to navigate being co-parents. We both want to be around for these occasions. We want him to have as many of these moments with both of us.”

“It’s kind of hard having a relationship when I don’t get to see you” he grumbles.

“I know things will be better. We just want Oliver to be able to do things with both of us around. We want to try and have as good of a relationship as possible so he doesn’t always have to have two of every event. It might be harder as he gets older, but for now we are trying out best.”

“Yeah that makes sense” he says. “Wait why are you going with Fred to get a tree?”

“Umm” you pause. You thought telling him about Sunday was going to be hard; this is going to be even worse. “We are uhh, we’re spending Christmas together. The three of us.”

“Oh well that will be fun. I have to go” he says. Before you can respond he hangs up the phone.

December 11, 2022

Fred arrives at your place at 7:30am; you barely get the door open before you hear little feet stumbling over to the door “dadda” Oliver babbles. Fred bends down to scoop him up “Oh I missed you big guy” he says kissing him on the cheek.

“Sorry for showing up so early, I just missed this cutie” he explains shutting the door behind him.

You walk through the living room picking up some of the toys your son has managed to scatter that morning “no need to apologize, we missed you.” You say walking to the kitchen to get some coffee.

“We?” Fred questions raising an eyebrow at you.

You pour coffee into two mugs “what?” you ask.

“You said we missed you” he explains picking up the coffee mug.

A blush comes across your face “Oh, I…um –“you stumble through your words, unsure how to respond. You didn’t even realize you had said it.

“You’re cute when your flustered” he takes a small sip of his coffee and you look away, still unsure how to respond. “Don’t worry I missed you too (Y/N/N).”

You bring the coffee mug up to your face trying to hide the fact that your face is bright red, still not making eye contact. You can see him from the corner of your eye and he doesn’t even try to hide the large smirk that forms across his face. “I’m going to get ready” you quickly say before experiencing any more embarrassment.

You shower and get dressed in a pair of white jeans, you pair it with a pink knit sweater, paired with pink knee high suede boots and a grey toque. “Ready?” you question walking out the living room.

As Fred pulls his SUV out of the parking garage, Connor’s name pops on the screen of your phone. You stare at it for a second before sending it to voicemail. “You can answer that” Fred says.

“No, I don’t want to deal with him right now” Fred stares at you, confusion on his face. “He isn’t overly thrilled about me spending the day with you. Or those days at thanksgiving. Or about me being here for Christmas.”

“Oh I’m sorry” Fred says lightly, but you don’t think he is being 100% genuine.

“It’s okay; I honestly don’t know how I feel about him. I think he is more invested than me. I mean I could have used Christie to watch him if I wanted to see him more than once in the past 2 weeks, but I chose not to. This is hard to balance” you explain. “But I’m sure I don’t need to explain this to you. You are probably used to dealing with this with Danielle.”

“We stopped seeing each other a couple weeks ago” Fred says while stopped at a red light, his gaze doesn’t leave the road ahead.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I guess it’s even harder for you. Being on the road while having a baby under 1 can’t be easy for a relationship.” You know that Fred never introduced her to Oliver, but he spent most of the time he wasn’t at the rink with Oliver. Because he always spent time away from Oliver while on the road, he wanted to spend as much time he was home with him. That wouldn’t have left much time for dating.

“That’s not why” he trails off lightly as he sits at the light. He runs a hand on the back of his neck “She stopped in a couple days after Thanksgiving. We had one home game, and then left right after for another road trip. She wanted to surprise me with lunch since I only had limited time at home. I didn’t know she was coming and wasn’t wearing a shirt, and she uh saw some of the…um marks you left on me.” His voice trails off at the end.

Your eyes go wide as your face goes bright red “oh my god. I never meant, or wanted-”

You are cut off by Fred’s hand coming to touch your leg. “Don’t worry, I don’t think it was going anywhere. It had been almost 4 months and I hadn’t introduced her to Ollie, but I honestly didn’t know if I ever would be ready. She just wasn’t it for me.”

He keeps his hand on your thigh until you arrive at the farm. You walk around the farm in search of the perfect tree, Oliver strapped into his sled. It makes it easier since there is snow on the ground, and you don’t have to carry Oliver the entire time.

“Not big enough” Fred says to every tree you point out.

“I feel like no tree is going to be good enough” you joke.

“I just want Christmas to be perfect” he responds.

“And the size of a Christmas tree is correlated to a perfect Christmas.”

“See, now you get it” he playfully nudges you. “You know for the one demanding a real tree the past two years, you have low standards of it” he jokes.

You scoff at him “my standards are not low” Fred chuckles as you continue walking through the farm. “I just think maybe your standards for a Christmas tree are a little high. An 8ft tree will be large enough” you say.

“Yes, but I have 10ft ceilings, so it has to be a 9ft tree” he says causing you to roll your eyes.

You wander away down a different row of trees, when you hear Fred calling for you. You walk towards him, but you hide behind a tree making a snowball. You throw it at Fred hitting him square in the chest, you immediately take off running. Fred’s large legs quickly catches up to you, he wraps an arm around you as he playfully tackles you to the ground. You squirm in a playful attempt to push him off you but he pins both your hands above your head with one of his.

“Not so tough now eh” he teases using his other hand to tickle you. You both start laughing, him still pinning you to the ground. When you both finally stop laughing you stare up into his soft brown eyes.

Fred stares down at you, looking deeply into your eyes. He places a soft but hesitant kiss on your lips. He pulls away and looks you in the eyes, whispering “du er så smuk” before leaning back in and kissing you again. You open your mouth allowing him in when you hear Oliver cry forcing you to pull apart and get up.

You resume your tree search before Fred finally stops in front of one “hey what about this one? It’s a fir like you want, looks nice and fluffy no bare spots.”

Oliver claps his hands behind you “well I think he approves” you laugh “do you think it’s too big though?”

“Nonsense” he responds finding an employee to come help get the tree. They strap it to the top of his SUV before you all head home. You make a batch of hot chocolate as Fred gets the tree in the stand. A few hours later you begin decorating the tree. Fred gets all the lights and star on as you hold Oliver and help him hang a few decorations before he loses interest. You set him down as he wanders over to his toys as Rudolph comes on the TV drawing Oliver’s attention.

“I guess this isn’t exciting enough for him” you joke, you pull out the hand and footprint ornaments you made the previous year “oh my. Look at these” you say holding them up for Fred. He walks over and looks at them “he was so little.”

“He’s growing up too fast” you whine as tears begin to fill your eyes. Fred pulls you into his chest as you wrap your arms around him “soon he’ll be dating, and driving and going off to college.”

Fred laughs “we still have a lot of time until then. No need to worry about that min kære.”

”Really? Because he was a little a year ago. Wasn’t walking or talking, now he is.”

Fred kisses the top of your head ”well just have to enjoy every minute along the way.”

December 25, 2022

You wake up before Fred and Oliver; 7:18 is shown on the clock. You make the bed in the guest room and head into the kitchen to make coffee, you are on your way to bring him coffee in bed when you hear Oliver stirring in his crib. You walk in to his room and scoop him up bringing him with you.

You walk into Fred’s room and see him laying on his back with no shirt covering his toned chest. The duvet hangs low revealing his treasure line, one of his large legs is also exposed indicating he got hot last night. His hair is slightly messy, hanging over his eyes, you can hear his slow and steady breathing. You place Oliver on Fred’s chest causing his eyes to flutter open. You sit on the side of the bed saying ”Merry Christmas Daddy” while setting his coffee on his side table..

”You can’t call me that” he groans groggily.

“Oh is it weird?” you question.

“No the opposite” he says sitting up grabbing his mug while pulling Oliver up with him. “It makes me want to rip your clothes off and tie you to this bed. Makes me want to do things I can’t do and shouldn’t even be thinking about doing with my son around.” You take a gulp, as Fred looks at you from the corner of his eye, smirking. He places a hand high on your thigh, his pinky brushing against your folds.

“Never wanted Ollie’s naptime so badly” you say somewhat joking as you feel wetness pooling with every stroke. Fred laughs pulling you to lie down beside him; you rest a hand on his stomach. You can feel the curves of his abs under your fingers, breathing in his scent. His hand gently strokes your arm as Oliver sits on his chest babbling away “this is nice” Fred whispers, you nod in agreement watching your son. Oliver crawls off and moves to get off the bed; you jump to help him so he doesn’t fall off, before he runs down the hall.

“And like that it’s over” he jokes as you both get out of bed to follow him down the hall. After opening presents Oliver sits on the floor, more fascinated with the wrapping paper and gift bags than the actual presents. “Should have just got him a bunch of empty boxes” Fred says laughing before he heads over to clean up the mess.

Your phone rings, Connors name appearing on the screen. You answer as you walk down the hall to the guest room.

“Merry Christmas” you cheer.

“Hey, Merry Christmas. How was your morning?”

“It was good, little guy was spoiled has all these new toys and only wants to play with the boxes.” You laugh.

“Yeah that sounds about right. How has it been staying with Fred?” You can hear the bitterness in his voice, he wasn’t overly thrilled about you staying there, and there have been a couple conversations about it since you told him of the plans. He argued since you lived so close you could go home at night, which was true it’s only a few blocks away. But this was easier, and you didn’t have to worry about bad weather, and could have some drinks if you wanted.

“Oh they are good; we have a good relationship so it makes this pretty easy.”

“Does he have a comfortable couch? You’re spending enough time there would hate for you to hurt your back” he questions.

Subtle you think, aware he is asking where you are sleeping. “He has 3 bedrooms, so I’m in the spare room. Bed is pretty comfortable.”

“When will you be back at your place?”

“Um the 27th. But it’s a busy couple days after that. Fred has a road game and will be back late on the 29th. His time with Oliver should start the 30th but he has a game that night. His nanny is still out of town for the holidays, so I’m going to bring him to the game and then leave him with Fred for a couple days” you ramble. “What about you? When do you get back?”

“On the 31st, that’s why I was calling. There is a new year’s party, was wondering if you wanted to come with me?”

“Yeah Fred will have him then so I can come” you respond.

“Awesome, I booked a hotel room a while ago.”

“A hotel room?” you question. While you have been seeing him for over 2 months you aren’t comfortable introducing him to Oliver yet. You guys haven’t had much time together due to Fred’s schedule. You are also planning on leaving in 5 months when your maternity leave ends so you have been taking it really slow, you don’t want to lead him on. You don’t want there to be any false expectations so you are taking things slow.

“Yeah Ubers and Taxis are impossible to get on New Year’s Eve so I figured a hotel would be easier.”

“Yeah, makes sense” you respond.

“Okay I’ll text you the details. I got to go my grandparents just got here so I got to go” he says.

You hang up and walk out to Fred who playing with Oliver and his new mini sticks. “Everything okay” Fred says as you come and sit on the couch.

“Yeah it was Carlee wishing me a Merry Christmas” you lie. You watch as he sits on the floor rolling a tennis ball to Oliver who is trying to hit it back with his stick. You continue to watch the boys and take a few pictures and videos of them.

“Let’s get a family photo” Fred says tapping your hand. “You made us wear these ridiculous matching pyjamas” you laugh at that “might as well get a picture of them.”

You bought a set of red and black plaid pyjama pants, with grey long sleeved tops that say “Merry Christmas” and have reindeer antlers for you and Fred. You bought Oliver a matching onesie. Originally you weren’t sure if you were going to bring them out, and how Fred would feel about wearing them. Typically families and couples wear them, but when you saw them online you were a couple glasses of wine in and thought they were super cute, you forgot about them until the package arrived.

When you were unpacking your bag Fred walked in the room to ask you a question and saw them.

“What is that?” you hear Fred ask laughing behind you.

You turn around from the closet and follow his eyes to the matching pyjama sets he is holding up.

“Uh a couple weeks ago I got a little drunk and saw these online and decided to buy them.”

“So if you accidentally bought them, why did you bring them? Or were you drunk when you packed too?” he asks still smiling at them.

“I don’t know, guess I thought they were really cute or something.” If you’re being honest you don’t know why you brought them with you.

“You want to wear them?” he asks.

A small smile comes across your face “thought it might be nice on Christmas” you say scratching your head looking at him.

He rolls his eyes before grabbing his pair “you’re the worst” he jokes and walks away.

You smile at him, before leaning down to kiss him on the cheek. You scoop up Oliver and move to the tree when Fred joins you. He pulls his phone out and you take a few pictures together. You continue your day with him, having a nice family dinner together.

“He is out cold” Fred says returning from putting him to bed sitting on the couch. “He had a busy day”

“It was a good day” you say.

“Yeah it was nice. Good time with the three of us.”

You look at him “yeah it was” you say smiling. Fred puts a movie on, and the two cuddle on the couch. You wake up later to Fred laying you down in your bed, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. You moan lightly as Freddie pulls the duvet up over you whispering “good night.”

December 30, 2022

“So you spent like 4 days at his place and you didn’t bone once?” Carlee asks.

“No we didn’t, adults can hang out and not have sex.”

“Yeah but you slept with him at Thanksgiving”

“That was birthday sex” you reply.

“Okay but what about the tree farm, you guys kissed then. It all just seems domestic.”

“It’s not domestic. I don’t know what it is. Maybe a convenience thing. I mean I’m with Connor.”

“You haven’t fucked him yet, and a few months ago you had feelings for Fred. Did those go away?”

“Yeah they did.”

“Really?” she questions not believing you. “Then why haven’t you slept with Connor? Why did Danielle break up with him?” you sit there quietly, trying to formulate a response but Carlee continues. “You both have feelings for each other, just get together already.”

“You’re unbelievable” you groan.

“He wore the pyjamas (Y/N/N). He didn’t want to wear them and he did. Only reason a man does that is because his girlfriend makes him do it. You aren’t his girlfriend, so why did he do it?”

“I have to go” you groan out “got to get ready for the game tonight.”

You dress Oliver in his Andersen jersey, while you wear a nameless Penguins jersey. They end up winning 4-1 against the Flyers, but you spent most of the time thinking about Carlee’s words. Why did he wear the pyjamas? But if he had feelings wouldn’t he have made a move while you stayed over.

During the game Oliver fell asleep during the third period while you were holding him. You tried to put him in his stroller but he almost woke up so you decided to hold him. Now the game is over and you are standing in the hallway waiting for Fred with a sleeping child in your arms.

Fred walks over in his grey suit, his hair wet from his shower. He wipes Oliver’s hair from his forehead before kissing him. He scoops him from your arms and you get a vague whiff of his cologne and body wash.

“I don’t have my car seat in my car, can you bring him to my place.”

You agree as Fred buckles Oliver in your car seat. You pull in to garage beside him and help him carry everything up to his condo. While Fred puts Oliver in his crib, you take your coat off and go use his bathroom. Fred see’s your back as you walk into the kitchen.

“This is nice” he says walking up behind you playing with the hem “would be a lot better if there was a name on the back though.”

“Oh yeah?” you question turning around to face him. “I don’t think there are any Penguin players who have done anything to deserve me wearing their name” you say quirking an eyebrow. Fred stares at you for a minute “is that so?” he asks, his mouth inches from your ear.

“Mhm” you say innocently.

“Father of your first born” he growls sucking lightly on your neck. “That isn’t enough for my name back there?”

“Obviously not” you say tilting your neck to expose more skin to him.

“Really?” he growls attaching his mouth to your sweet spot. He reaches down to tap the back of your thighs signalling for you to jump up. You wrap your hands around his neck and legs around his waist as a big smile comes across his face. He carries you down the hall to his bedroom, you attach your mouth to his neck biting him gently.

He gently lays you on your back and begins kissing your neck. He slides a calloused hand up your jersey and cups your breast. He leans down locking you in a deep passionate kiss while massaging your breast. He pulls your jersey and tank top off, his mouth kissing your chest. He curses as he sees you in your light pink bra with small bows where the straps connect to the cup.

You push to sit up and push his suit jacket off his shoulders, Fred steps back to remove his tie and slowly unbutton his dress shirt not breaking eye contact. You stare at his body, breathing in every curve in his muscles. Fred removes his pants, leaving him in just his boxers.

You sit on your knees and run a hand over his chest and down his abs, your mouth watering. Your finger hooks in the elastic of his boxers and you pull him to you. You lick up his abs before sucking on them; he brings a hand around to unclasp your bra.

His hand drops to your breast massaging it lightly as you begin to palm him over his boxers. A guttural groan leaves his mouth as he pushes you on your back, his eyes trailing down your body. He crawls over you his mouth attaches to your breast sucking on your nipple as your hands scratch down his biceps. He slides his hand down to unbutton your pants, sliding his fingers inside your underwear.

He thrusts a finger inside of you as your back arches. He keeps his mouth on your nipple as he continues to thrust his finger inside you, sliding a second inside. He pulls his fingers out, then pulls your jeans and underwear down your legs and off your ankles leaving you completely exposed.

He kisses a trail up the inside of your thighs, his beard tickling you. He skips the area where you want him, where you need him. Continuing his trail up your stomach and chest before stopping at your mouth. He brings you in for a sloppy hasty kiss as his fingers slide back inside you.

“Fuck” you moan into a kiss, Fred pulls back sucking on your bottom lip. His two fingers set a slow steady pace as your back arches. He keeps his slow pace; he curls his fingers inside hitting your sweet spot. Light kisses are placed on your collar bone, his fingers curling inside you but not increasing their pace. Even though every time he hits your sweet spot, you know it will take a while to reach your climax at this pace.

“More” you groan out as Fred moves his mouth to your breasts sucking and biting. He is leaving marks on your chest as he slips a third finger inside of you. Your hands reach to his back scratching his neck and down his back.

“You like this baby?” he asks as you moan in response.

“This what you wanted?” he ask his lips inches from your ear. You feel your high approaching, you open your mouth but nothing comes out.

“Words Kære” he says, he keeps moving his fingers but has slowed the pace. But with three of his large fingers your body is stretched, and he is hitting the spot deep inside you with every slow thrust. Even at this slow pace, the three fingers will have you falling over the edge, but even still you manage to groan out “yes Fred, this is what I need.”

He smirks and begins thrusting faster, the increased pace brings your high to the edge. Fred senses your high is approaching as he sucks hard on your nipple. His thumb presses circles on your clit, a few more thrusts has you tumbling over the edge, you clench around his fingers, and he continues to pump inside of you.

When you finish he slowly pulls his fingers from you, and removes his boxers. He reaches into the side table to grab a condom, pulling out a box and tilts it nothing coming out “feels familiar” you joke.

“Guess I forgot to buy some, haven’t needed them for a bit” he explains returning over you to kiss you before continuing “I can run out and get some” he sighs.

“I’m on birth control” you explain pushing him over so he is on his back.

“Been down this road before” Fred laughs.

“No I am. I got an IUD put in after I delivered Ollie” Fred looks up at you waiting for more information. “You obviously were too busy staring at your son to notice. It’s a device a doctor inserted into my uterus. It’s good for up to 5 years and only stops working if I see a doctor to get it removed. It eliminates human error, so it’s the most effective method out there.”

You know this peaked his attention so you grind your hips over him, pressing down on his bulge. “Besides, do you really want to go out like this?” you tease.

Fred stares up at you “okay, but what about your boy toy? You guys always use one?”

“He isn’t my boy toy” you laugh. “And we…we um…we haven’t slept together yet.”

A devilish grin comes across his face “oh yeah?” He sits up with you in his lap pulling you down on his hard member. You moan out and begin to set a slow pace, he bites and suck your chest, marking you as your head falls back.

He thrusts up into you, pulling you down fully onto him. “What’s wrong with him?” he asks pushing into you.

“Nothing” you groan rising up and dropping back onto him.

“Two months and no sex?” he says rolling you onto your back “something must be.”

Your legs wrap around his back as he thrusts in you setting a steady pace, your hands gripping the hair on the nape of his neck. “Otherwise you would have by now.”

You groan out as Fred brings a hand to your throat, pressing your airway, partially choking you. He applies pressure to your throat as he pushes fully in to you. “Worried he can’t make you feel this good?” he asks pushing hard inside you, drawing a loud moan from your lips.

He has set a fast pace, you gasping for air throughout it. Your orgasm is approaching as you feel Fred start to become sloppy. You bring a hand down from Fred’s back to rub your clit “worried he can’t do this to you babe?”

He continues to thrust hard into you, bottoming out each time. You moan loudly “only I get these sounds from you” he growls through his erratic thrusts, eyes dark with lust. You press harder into you clit, Fred’s hand still pressing on your throat.

Finally your high comes over you; you grip the back of his neck as Fred continues pumping inside you. As you orgasm ends, you feel Fred’s dick twitch and he pushes inside spilling deep in you.

He collapses on you, still inside. “So does that deserve my name on your jersey?”

You laugh lightly, running your hands through his hair. You have never seen Fred like this before; he almost seemed jealous, possessive of you. You lay there thinking through everything Fred said; was it the heat of the moment?

You feel Fred’s heart rate slow, as he pulls out and shifts to lie beside you. He wraps an arm around you and the room fills with Fred’s soft snores. You lie there thinking of everything Fred said during sex; and how he looked at you. You haven’t seen him look at you like that in a while, but it’s different.

You are also surprised he didn’t pull out, only time he didn’t was when you were pregnant. Something about his warm cum dripping out of your cunt, down your leg feels intimate. Makes you question what you have been feeling for the past few months, and if everyone around you is right and you just can’t see it.

As you lay there overthinking the situation; you eventually feel your eye lids get heavy causing you to doze off.

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The next morning you wake up and Fred is gone. You get dressed and head to the living room seeing Fred reading to Oliver on the floor. Seeing Fred in these moments makes your heart skip a beat, adding more confusion to everything. Sometimes you wish you didn’t start sleeping with Fred again, it has added a ripple into your relationship. It would have made your relationship less complicated.

Obviously the sex is amazing, which is part of the reason you both fell back into bed so easily. But was this just sex, you thought it was. But when you saw Fred interacting with Oliver, or when his endearing brown eyes looked at you, you could feel your heart flutter.

“Mama” Oliver says causing Fred to look up at you and smile.

“Morning, want breakfast?” he asks standing up with Oliver.

“No, I need to get going.”

He walks over “big plans for New Years?”

You take a deep breath “Connor is taking me to a party” you almost whisper. You aren’t sure how Fred will respond to you spending time with him. But he smirks and brings his free hand to cup your cheek and locks your lips in a deep passionate kiss.

“When you get bored with him feel free to come hang out with your favourite boys” he says opening the door. As you step into the hall he smacks your ass lightly causing you to jump.

Later that night you have packed your bag for the hotel. You are standing in the shower letting the water hit you. You are replaying Fred’s words in your head. Why hadn’t you slept with Connor? Everyone else seemed to think there is a reason. Maybe tonight you can figure out what you want. Why your heart is being pulled in different directions. Or maybe you just get it over with and see if it helps you figure things out, rip the band aid off so to speak.

Eventually you pull yourself from the shower and loosely curl your hair, before pulling part of it back, you apply your makeup, going for a more dramatic look since it is New Years. Connor said he would pick you up at 7:30, you look to the clock it read 7:48 so he should be here any minute, likely stuck in New Year’s Eve traffic.

You try on multiple options, probably a third of your closet before finding a red sequence dress, with a deep cut and thin straps. It is short, stopping a few inches above your knees. You haven’t worn this since before you got pregnant but you try it on and it fits perfectly and you look amazing in it. You pair it with some black stilettos “perfect” you say fluffing your hair.

You look to your clock and it says 8:22. You check your phone and there are no new notifications. You call Connor, but he doesn’t answer. You move to your couch and put on an episode of The Office. Part way through the second episode you hear your phone ding.

C: Hey sorry to do this, stuck in airport. Have to cancel tonight

C: I’m really sorry. Hope you have a good new year

Without thinking or responding to your messages, you grab your bag and head out the door, you get to your car and put it in drive before you change your mind. You knock on the door and look at your watch 9:32, you hear some shuffling before Fred opens the door. He is wearing a white Nike hoodie, with a pair of dark jeans.

He stares at you, a smile coming across his face. “I was hoping your invite was still on the table” you say smiling while walking in, dropping your bag at the door.

“Of course, what happened to boy toy?”

“He bailed on me” you say laughing slightly while removing your coat.

“Fucking hell” Fred says eyeing you up and down “his loss.” He brings his finger to pull your strap down your shoulder as his mouth attaches to your neck. You jump into his arms as he carries you down the hall.

Outfit for the Tree Farm:

Christmas Pyjama’s

New Years Look

Next Chapter

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samanthadalton · 4 years

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Thank you for writing my Poppy sketchbook request!! I loved it! 😭😭💕💕

Anyways, I have another idea: Poppy and MC doing body shots at a frat party!

I'm so sorry I keep requesting stuff. Hehe

I’m really glad you loved it anon it means a lot. Sorry if you were waiting a while for this one because I’m working through the requests now, I hope you enjoy it 💖💖

pairings: Poppy x mc

(Takes place after chapter 7 of queen b)

taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth (i forgot i had a taglist for poppy but if you wanna be added on in future fics let me know 😁)

word count: 2.3k (its a long one)

Body Shots

The party at the frat house is in full swing, music blaring from the speakers, the pulsating and infectious beat echoing throughout the entire house. Every inch of the house is filled with drunk college students, all immersed in the party, drinking, dancing, playing beer pong and the classic, hooking up.

Poppy Min Sinclair stands in the corner of the living room, a scowl etched on her face as she observes her surroundings. Veronica’s nowhere to be seen, undoubtedly live streaming for her picta fans and after many gruelling hours of begging and pleading, Chloe was back at the queen b’s side as her number 2. Chloe looks at the party-goers longingly, wishing she could join in on the fun but with Poppy in a sour mood tonight there’s no chance of that happening. After throwing away her remaining self worth to get back into the strawberry blonde’s good graces, she was not about to mess it up again by ditching her.

You hover at the front door of the frat house, self-conscious about being in the public eye after weeks of hiding since Poppy released that embarrassing hog calling video. Everywhere you went, you were met with stares, laughs and even a student or two who would mock you.

“Girl stop worrying” Zoey says reassuringly placing her hand on your shoulder, “everyone’s practically forgotten about the video.”

You glare at Zoey indignantly, and then roll your eyes, “no they haven’t. I mean yesterday someone literally sent hay to our dorm room. Maybe this was a bad idea.” You turn away from the door and begin walking away. Zoey chases after you, her hand firmly clasps your arm as she tugs you towards the door.

“Bea, pleaseeeee. Tonight is all about getting drunk and having fun. Please stay” She bats her eyelashes while giving you the puppy eyes treatment and your doubts start to dissipate.

You stand a little straighter, giving Zoey a resolute nod, “you’re right.” You begin mentally steeling yourself as you stare down the Alpha’s front door, which somehow looks way more intimidating than the first time you were here.

Zoey ushers you in through the front door where you are met by a half naked, unmistakably drunk, Ford who throws his arms around both you and Zoey, “looks who’s hereeee.” he takes a swig from the cup in his hand, “we were hoping you would come Bea.”

“Really?” you raise an questioning eyebrow at Ford who replies with an eager nod, pulling both you and Zoey into the living room. He motions at the dj who gives him a knowing nod, and the music suddenly changes and the sounds of your hog calling, which begins to echo throughout the entire frat house, evoking an assortment of reactions. All the students turn to look at you, humour written all over their faces while embarrassment is on yours. You look around the room and your gaze meets Poppy, whose lips quirk up, her eyes glimmering with amusement as she stares you down. You feel like you’re staring right at the face of the devil itself, and anger begins to flood through your body.

Zoey looks at you apologetically once the normal music resumes and she draws you into a hug, and mumbles an apology in your ear, “we can go if you want you.”

You eyes once again roam the room, most students once again indulging in the party while some gawk at you, finding the ordeal humorous. You mind drifts to Poppy and how infuriating she is, because this is all her fault. You shake out of your reverie and softly shake your head, “no.” Zoey raises a worried eyebrow at you, “I came here to get drunk so that’s exactly what I’m going to do.” You both walk over to the keg, pouring yourself and Zoey some beer in some plastic red solo cups and drain the entire thing within seconds before refilling it.

“You might want to take it slow,” Zoey says, as she carefully sips her beer.

“Nope, I need to forget the last couple of weeks existed,” you raise the cup almost as if you're doing a toast before downing the rest of it. You sharply inhale as you feel the alcohol beginning to warm your body, and you feel yourself starting to feel more at ease. You’re about to pour yourself another cup until a familiar voice comes up behind you, and it takes everything in you not to roll your eyes.

“I see the Alpha’s are doing their regular charity work by taking in a stray,” her voice crackles with detest as she looks you over, but you notice her eyes lingering on your body but you don’t blame her since the dress you’re wearing is doing wonders for your figure.

“I’m pretty sure you’ve already used a line like that before Pops, don’t tell me you’re losing your touch already?” you give her a little smirk, her eyes glowering at the sound of the nickname you’ve given her but she brushes over it and returns a demonic smile.

“Hmm, maybe it’s because my point still stands. You don’t belong here. Maybe you’ll be better off on that farm of yours, getting down and dirty with the pigs than the frat boys.”

“You didn’t mind getting down and dirty with me a few weeks ago.” Chloe who’s standing behind Poppy gives a small gasp, while Zoey stares at you, mouth hanging open. Poppy however, stares at you, all sense of amusement wiped from her face as a fire begins to burn in her eyes.

Poppy turns her head slightly, speaking over her shoulder, “leave us now.” her voice commanding, and Chloe awkwardly migrates into the party. A few seconds later Poppy raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow at Zoey, “why are you still here new money? Did befriending Farmsville cause you to lose brain cells or something?” Zoey sputters and looks to, waiting for your answer.

“It’s okay Zo, go and enjoy the party. One of us should be able to without feeling like the air is being sucked out of the room.” Poppy lets out a small huff but Zoey obliges and walks but not before mouthing, “you and Poppy?”. You respond with a wink and then you’re left with the strawberry blonde who’s just staring daggers at you.

“Listen here you oversized gremlin” she takes a menacing step towards you, but you stand your ground no matter how much steam is coming out of her ears, “you weren’t even that good in bed so I wouldn’t get all high and mighty if I were you.”

“Funny, because I remember you screaming out my name.”

“Hmm, I remember you begging me to say yours.” she retorts, with less sass but her tone almost seductive. As the air between you intensifies, Poppy does something you would never expect, she looks away.

“So what’s her majesty doing in a place like this? You clearly aren’t having any fun?” You begin refilling your drink while Poppy’s face twists in disgust.

“You’re still talking to me?”

You roll your eyes, “Why are you always such an uptight bitch? Does it ever kill you to have some fun?”

“I have fun Farmsville. I’m just not a juvenile like you, finding entertainment in the most banal things.”

Maybe it was the alcohol, or just plain boredom, you’re not sure but something within you sparks a challenge as you raise an eyebrow at Poppy and say, “prove it.” Maybe Poppy’s feeling the same way as you, because her eyes mirror your exact feelings when she gives you a small grin.

“Okay Farmsville, but first I need a drink.” You lift up your cup towards Poppy who pushes it away with disgust, “no a real drink.”

As the party blazes on, Poppy leads you to a secret room within the Alpha house which is a replica of a bar, only smaller but you repress making a joke about how it’s a literal minibar.

Poppy reaches behind pulling out a bottle of tequila and looks at you with a devious glint in her eye. “Now we can have fun.” She takes out two glasses, pouring out a drink for you both, and you both quickly down the drink. You slightly wince as the tequila burns your throat but Poppy seems unaffected as she refills the glasses again.

“Damn,”

Poppy raises a cocky eyebrow at you, “bet you didn’t think I could hold my own Farmsville.”

“I’ll have to remember to not underestimate you.”

“You have a habit of underestimating me Farmsville, just know I will never back down” she runs a finger down your chest, and you sharply inhale as you gaze into her eyes. As the atmosphere intensifies you find yourself almost drowning in Poppy’s brown doe eyes, and you begin to slowly lean in, Poppy notices your expression and quickly lifts her glass blocking your face and drinks it all before setting the glass down hard. “You’re falling behind Farmsville.”

You quickly grab the other glass draining the contents before giving her a small grin, “please, I could literally drink you under the table.”

Without missing a beat Poppy retorts, “but could you drink off me on the table.” her voice commandeering with confidence. In the moments that follow, Poppy easily unzips her dress and slips out of it, before hopping up on the counter and reaching behind grabbing a lime wedge and a few salt packets. She eyes bore into yours as you helplessly appraise her body, your mind flashing back to the night you had sex with her, and how perfect her body felt against yours. How her nails dug into your back leaving red marks all over it, but the pleasure was too much for you to care about it. As your eyes travel back up Poppy’s body you reach her eyes, which are glimmering with humour. “So?” She lifts up a salt packet in her hand, “are we going to do this or are you too much of a coward?”

You step forward daringly, and take the salt packet from her hand before licking your own hand and sliding it down Poppy’s chest, the substance of your saliva sticking to it. You rip open the salt packet with your teeth, while maintaining eye contact and slowly guide the strawberry blonde’s body down the counter and empty out the contents of the packet onto her chest. Poppy lets out a giggle, her cheeks flushing red as she takes you in. You pour some of the tequila into her belly button and eagerly begin licking her chest, your tongue exploring the swell of her breasts. You hear some light gasps from Poppy as you kiss your way down to her belly button, your lips encircling it as you begin to suck the alcohol out of it. Once you’re done, you move your head up and begin looking for the lime wedge, your brows furrowed with confusion until Poppy opens her mouth and you see the lime wedge between her teeth.

You stare at Poppy before slowly moving down to her mouth and taking the wedge between your own teeth, your lips softly graze together before you tilt your head up, biting down harder on the lime squeezing out all of its juice. You laugh victoriously as Poppy sits up and begins to pull you down onto the counter.

“My turn.” She begins hastily unzipping your dress and pushes you down onto the counter, as you lie down she straddles your hips. She pours a glass and balances it on your chest. She licks her fore and middle finger before sliding it down your throat and pouring some salt onto it. She delicately places a lime wedge on your lips, your mouth opens slightly biting down on the peel. Poppy leans down and begins to run her tongue down your throat, her tongue caressing it as she licks up every grain of salt before moving down your chest. Her lips curl around the glass as she picks it up with her teeth, emptying its contents, plucking it out of her mouth and moving down to the lime wedge. As she slinks down, your eyes meet hers, as she takes in the lime and begins to bite down on it. While the peel is still in your mouth, she finishes the rest of it, slightly wincing by the time she's done. In that moment you look over at Poppy and her eyes glisten with want and her gaze lingers on your lips. You turn your head spitting out the rest of the wedge, grab the back of Poppy’s neck as your lips come crashing together in a passionate kiss. Her lips taste sour, hints of the lime juice and tequila remaining on them as you nibble on her bottom lip, eliciting a few high pitched moans from the queen b.

You stay attached at the lips, Poppy’s tongue invitingly tangling with yours, as you kiss her without restraint. Your hands slowly start to trail down her body resting on her hip. You’re about to flip the strawberry blonde over on the counter until the door abruptly opens and a gasp pulls you out of the moment. You look over to see Veronica, phone in hand as she ogles at the two of you.

Poppy pushes you away, jumping off the counter, “you better not be live streaming Lombardi” her voice quickly sobering up as she glares at the ombre-haired girl.

“I wasn’t and I’m going to leave. Have fun with whatever this is.” Veronica gestures between the two of you before slinking out of the room and as you get your bearings, you see Poppy already slipping her dress back on.

“So that’s it huh?”

Poppy doesn’t answer, her gaze averted from yours, she quickly zips up her dress, before running a hand through her silky hair and moves towards the door. Before she leaves, she turns towards you, “this was fun Farmsville. Maybe one day we’ll continue this in a more private manner.” She gives you a small wink and disappears, leaving you and your whirlwind of thoughts.

#playchoices #queen b #poppy min sinclair #poppy x mc

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darthlorddiamond · 4 years

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It's Never Enough

This is my first request for @originalposter-96, and to be honest I don't know what I did to the original message (it disappeared from my inbox), so I hope you like it.

Summary: Reader is the daughter of General Domaric Quinn, they do not have a good relationship, on one occasion when he visits the Starkiller to see her, he ends up humiliating her and Kylo Ren comes to confront the General and then comfort the reader.

Words: 3,213

Reading Time: 13 min

Category: Fluff, Angst

Warnings: Humiliation

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It's Never Enough

A year and a half ago I was transferred to Starkiller Base, right after finishing my training at the Academy. When I began my work here, I was an officer like any other, I was under the command of Captain Phasma and my job was to support her to monitor the progress of the troops in their training; After six months of working with her, I was promoted to lieutenant and became part of the General Pride team.

To tell the truth, I thought that things on board would be much more difficult than I thought it would be, although I must admit that I´m very sure that the good treatment I receive from my peers and other officers is due to my father, the General Domaric Quinn.

Let's talk a little about my father. He´s a man ... A bit strict about everything about me, so when I found out that I would work under the command of General Pride I was not the least bit surprised, as he and my father are good friends he would know immediately everything I do, this was one more way of showing his control over me and when to say control of me, I mean TOTAL control: from how I look, to how I interact with other people; nothing goes unnoticed for him and the slightest mistake I make, according to his perspective, I know that a great rebuke will come.

My father has always been like that with me, more than a father, for me he is a foreman, who seeks to control and oppress my life every second and that no matter what I do it will never be enough for him, I´m simply not the son he so much desired and as a woman, I will never be good enough to meet his expectations.

Fortunately, my father and I are assigned to different places, so the contact we have had has been brief for the last year and in its entirety has been through brief and frivolous messages, which has allowed me to feel a bit of freedom and give me a break. I know maybe it's wrong of me to admit it, but not having him around is a complete relief.

Within months of working with the General Pride, I began to maintain contact with Commander Ren. Essentially, my work with him involves specific tasks, like carrying out the Pride reports he needs, or informing him of the progress of our troops, never anything beyond that. I must admit that, at the beginning, I had a hard time communicating with him, first, talking to his mask made me feel that I was talking to an inanimate being, and second, I cannot lie, he´s a very tall man and he imposed a lot on me.

After several visits, we began to make small talk, the usual "How's your day going?", "How´s the job?". For this instant, I still didn´t know the face behind that gloomy mask, however, I was deeply emotional to know that I would see him through the day. That's right, I was falling in love with the most feared man in the entire First Order, certainly something very stupid of me.

One day, I didn't know what I was thinking, I went to leave one of Pryde's reports, and I waited on my feet for him to finish reading it so that he could give me instructions to follow. Once he finished reading, he returned my data pad along with his observations, in theory, that was the signal for me to leave his office, but no, I was frozen in place looking at him as a silly schoolgirl, an event that Ren noticed and he didn't let pass.

"Is there anything else I can help with, Lieutenant Quinn?" The mechanical voice only made me feel more nervous. My hands held tightly to my data pad, I could feel my blouse starting to cool off with the sweat from my back and my knees trembled slightly "Commander Ren, I was wondering ..." How stupid! Am I going to do it? I was sweating like never in my life! "I was wondering if you would like to join me for dinner!" For a moment I thought I would vomit because my nerves "Excuse me?" Ren replied getting up from his chair. I'm dead, at what point did I think it would be a good idea, "Sorry sir! It was complete recklessness on my part!" I didn't know where to hide my head, I could feel how my face was completely red with embarrassment "Indeed, lieutenant, it's reckless" my knees trembled much more as Ren approached me "Please, I apologize, I will inform General Pride that replace my obligations so that someone else will give you the reports" I was really about to vomit on my nerves "I don´t want anyone else to come and leave me the reports..." Ren was already at less than an arm away from me, if my blouse was already a little wet from fear it was now completely soaked and I could swear that my data pad was already broken from how tightly I was holding it, I was 100% sure that Ren was going to kill me, which is why his next sentence left me completely frozen in my place "But yes, I would love to accompany you to dinner."

It's been several weeks since our first dinner in my room. Now I know perfectly each of the fine details of his face, the depth of his eyes, the gravity of his voice. What started as how many nights sharing our food, turned into small touches of our fingers, hidden caresses, a lost hand to my waist, until we reached our first kiss. Surely my life at Starkiller Base now had an ulterior motive to merely serve the First Order.

"General Quinn has informed me that he will report to Starkiller Base tomorrow to review your performance, lieutenant..." Pride dropped the bomb early in the day and immediately my stomach became small. "So I ask you to report directly to the meeting room no. 2 on the Command Bridge to receive him. You will not need to stop by my office before" and without saying more, I left his office and went immediately to Ren's quarters. Now more than ever I need to talk to someone about it, I felt with so much helplessness, so many nerves, without a doubt I was going to get sick of my stomach and I don´t want to spend more time on the command bridge that day, besides, I had to prepare myself mentally to receive my father.

"What are you doing here so early?" He gives up his gaze towards me a little without getting up from his place "Pride has just informed me that my father will come tomorrow to evaluate my performance" I went to the small kitchen that´s inside his room to pour me a glass of water "What's that supposed to be wrong?" he answered me as he got up from his place walking towards where I was "Everything´s wrong with that Kylo..." I suspire deeply and continued with a terrible feeling in my stomach "Domaric Quinn is a monster with me..." I whispered as I returned to serve me another glass of water, I could feel my tongue arid of just saying his name" What do you mean?" Kylo stood behind me and crossed his arms around my waist, resting his chest on my back "Since I was a child he has tried to dominate my life in every aspect, nothing I do is enough for him..." I left the glass on the sink and hold the edge with both hands "I know perfectly well that tomorrow will be the same, he will do or say something to humiliate me..." I could feel Kylo's breathing on my neck, and although this usually made me want to throw myself into his arms, my physical annoyance at knowing my father was on the way was stronger.

Kylo began to kiss the nape of my neck, passing to my neck while pressing more strongly my body towards him. Momentarily, he has placed his lips on my ear and lightly bit my lobe "Come to bed..." I immediately understood what he wanted, but I didn´t feel like accompanying him, I felt physically bad, so I broke his hug and turned to see him "I'm so sorry darling, but it will have to be another time" I escape from his arms, he just growled from deep in his throat, and I went to the door, just turned my head to see him, he was standing at the entrance of the kitchen, leaning on the frame with his arms crossed, his face denoted annoyance but also confusion. This was the first time that I had rejected something that came from him, it certainly made me feel bad, but at that moment I had more altered my nerves because my father's visit than anything Kylo could think of. I would apologize later. I opened the door and headed for my room.

The next morning I woke up a few hours before the appointment with my father to make sure that all the details about my uniform and my appearance were perfect, once ready I left the room and went to the Command Bridge, where I located the meeting room no. 2 and enter. It was still half an hour before the appointment, but I prefer to arrive earlier and wait for him than he arrives first and make a fuss about my punctuality.

The minutes passed and my anxiety grew and grew. I started to feel a few beads of sweat form on my forehead, my stomach growled and I couldn't stop moving one of my legs. I heard a small noise outside the door and immediately stood up, straightening my entire uniform quickly, making sure I don't have a hair out of place, and wait to stand on one side of the table as straight as possible. Within seconds, the door opened and my father entered the room. "Good morning, General Quinn" I raised one of my hands to give him a formal greeting "Good morning, Lieutenant. Took a seat.” The door closed behind him, I took a seat in one of the chairs on the side of the table while he sat himself exactly in front of me.

For several minutes he said nothing, just took out his data pad and began to check it, when he finished, he placed it on the table and crossed his hands over it. "I must say, lieutenant, I´m very impressed with the reports that everyone has given me about you..." Wow, I wasn't expecting it "General Pride has informed me that you have been extremely punctual with your tasks and assignments..." I was starting to get more nervous about the fact that he would be behaving so kindly "Your collaborators have also given good references about your conduct on the command bridge..." Is he doing nice? "I can't expect less from you..." Something in my stomach was telling me something was wrong "Your mother at home is very proud of you, she doesn´t let it boast that her daughter is a lieutenant of the Starkiller Base, however..." He let out a long and deep sigh "I don´t entirely agree with her..." I already knew that something was wrong here, my father is never satisfied with anything "I have reported that in the last few weeks your behavior has been... How to call it? Something... Something erratic..." at any moment, he doesn't take long to highlight an error "For erratic what do you mean, General?" I was trying to show a little assertiveness which turned out to be a big mistake "First of all lieutenant, you wouldn´t speak unless I ask you a direct question!" he yelled and crashed his palms on the table, I just nodded my head "As I said, I have reported that the last few weeks you had been prowling the corridors of the Starkiller Base late at night and I demand at this moment an explanation of what you do outside your room at non-business hours" my blood ran cold, I swallowed so deeply that I could feel my throat swell "I'm talking to you lieutenant!" he yelled again.

My hands were sweating, cold sweat registering my forehead, my leg began to tremble again, what was I supposed to say? "I already knew..." he started walking towards me "I already knew and I told your mother..." his pace was slow, like a hunter stalking his prey "Since you went to the Academy I already knew that you were holding something between your hands..." he stood next to me, I didn't dare to turn to see him, my gaze was still fixed on his empty chair and he slowly leaned towards my ear "Or did you bring it and keep it between your legs?".

Abruptly his hand grips my hair tightly and he pulls my head back. "Honey, I don't want to hurt you, but you must understand that I didn't educate you to be a whore..." his grip on my hair became more abrupt and I just shook my head "So what are you doing outside your room!?" he started yelling in my face "If you have nothing to hide then you would have answered already!" his face was completely red "You're nothing but a damn bitch!" With a strong tug on my hair, he quickly threw myself to the floor near the front door, the impact was so strong that I momentarily lost my breath "You're nothing..." started walking towards me "More than a..." Steps were firm "Damn..." once in front of me he stopped "And dirty whore..." I opened my eyes completely and looked up to see him, I felt my tears running down my cheeks, my whole body trembled.

Slowly, my father brought his hands to the buckle of his belt and unzipped it "Ah darling..." his voice was so serious and solemn that it made all the hairs on my body stand on end "I swear I didn't want to get to this..." with slow but precise movements he withdrew his belt "But you have to learn in one way or another..." he stretch it between his hands, making the leather thunder "I can only tell you that..." turning his head slightly he leaned his body towards me "This going to hurt me more than you..." the panic completely took over me, I closed my eyes tight and froze in my place while he raised his hand to release his first blow, but it never came.

After a few seconds, I opened my eyes. I couldn't believe what was happening. Kylo was standing next to my father, holding his arm, they were both silently exchanging glances. I swear I was going to pass out, my head hurts, my stomach, legs and arms ached. Everything was wrong with me, everything.

"Could you explain to me what is going on here, General Quinn?" Immediately I could see how the color of my father's face completely disappeared "Commander Ren..." he swallowed deeply "I received information about a misconduct from the lieutenant..." releasing his hand from Kylo's grasp, he took one of his hands to accommodate his hair and then he smoothed his uniform "I´m in the duty to correct said error, Sir" and with his perfect position he turned to Kylo "I'm afraid I don't understand what are you saying, General..." Kylo approached me and extended a hand to get me off the floor "The lieutenant has been an element of utmost importance in my communication with the command bridge..." once standing I could feel my legs still trembling "I couldn´t say anything wrong regarding the lieutenant's behavior or performance..." "Commander!" my father tried to interrupt Kylo's speech but he swallowed his words when Kylo turned to see him "On the other hand General, I considered that the only improper act that is happening here is your actions..." Kylo started walking towards my father, who advanced back to try to avoid any contact with him "In fact, from now on the lieutenant will report directly to me, and only to me..." my father touched his back to the wall and Kylo covered him with his whole body "And you wouldn´t have any kind of contact with her if you doesn't go through me first..." I see how sweat ran in my father's face incessantly "Is it clear to you, General?" with a somewhat shaky voice, my father tried to regain his composition "Yes Sir.", Kylo stepped slightly to the side, giving my father a sense that it was time to leave the room, something that he caught immediately, taking his pad data from the table and walking past me without turning to see me when he came out of the room.

I burst into tears completely as soon as the door closed behind him and immediately Kylo rushed over to hold me in his arms, I buried my face in his chest and held his robes with my hands, he felt like how I was shaking, so he held me tighter, completely enveloping me with his body. Little by little I was catching my breath, my sobs were less frequent, I leaned my ear against his chest and I could hear his heartbeat, which helped me to recover my nerves. I could feel Kylo sporadically placing kisses on my head and resting his forehead on it, so the warmth of his breath also comforted me.

"You know perfectly well that nothing he said is true..." Kylo began to whisper in my head "You are an extraordinary woman..." he took one of the hands that held my body against my head and began to caress me "You are affectionate, kind and quite disciplined with your work..." my heart began to fill with a very pleasant warmth "For me, you are perfect" I raised my face to see him, he had a slight marked smile on his face, that smile that no matter how heavy the day always made me feel better "Do you think so?" and Kylo just nodded while holding my face with both hands.

His thumbs caressed my cheeks and wiped in his wake the few tears that still ran down my face, I could feel how a small smile was also drawn on my lips. I was very impressed by how he had such strong power to transform something so traumatic for me, as it was to see my father, into something so intimate and warm.

In a single movement, Kylo brought his lips to mine, like a soft caress, it was full of affection, my whole body suddenly forgot the terror and the nerves that I suffered and simply got in tune with the caress of his lips. After a few seconds he separated his face from mine and fixed his gaze on mine "Let's go to our room..." he whispered "Ours?" I raised one of my eyebrows and looked at him with a bit of disbelief "Yes, OUR room."

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Missed Opportunity

Summary: This the how Claudia and Calum met.

Warnings: none just two kids failing at flirting

Word Count: 2.7k

October 2018

"You know what I've been craving? Fish tacos from the place we went to in San Diego." Calum told his bandmates.

They had just finished sound check for their final show of the US leg of the tour. In less than two weeks they would be off to Europe for the final leg.

"Or you want to go see if you see that pretty waitress." Michael commented.

"What pretty waitress?" Calum asked casually as if he had no idea who Michael meant.

"You know damn well which pretty waitress we're talking about. The one that gives you free chocolate cake and flan." Michael retorted.

"What? No!" Calum's cheeks redden. He knew that they weren't going to let that go anytime soon. They hadn’t for the past five years.

Calum has had a crush on her for almost 5 years. It all started when she kicked out a bunch of fans that followed him and Luke to the restaurant. He tried flirting with her but failed miserably that day. The next day he went back to pick up an order. That time she was more approachable. She even apologized for her attitude from the day before, letting it slip that she was a fan of the covers they did. She awkwardly asked if it was okay for her to ask for a picture.

Since then, every time the boys had a show in San Diego, they went there before the show to get food. Calum's order always has a slice of chocoflan.

Calum stopped by a few days ago when they had their show, but she wasn't there. He asked one of the other servers if they at least had the chocolate cake and flan dessert. They came back with the owner, who told him that Claudia, the waitress, was in LA for school, and she was also the one that made the chocoflan. The news left him disappointed. He wanted to ask her dad more, but he knew any dad wasn't about to tell a stranger the whereabouts of his daughter.

"Cal!" Michael clapped his shoulder. Calum blinked a few times. "We gotta get going. We're late for that radio interview."

***

“Hey pa, what’s up?” Claudia answered her phone. Her face lit up when her dad's face came on the screen. She hadn't talked to her dad in days. He was sitting in the patio area of the restaurant.

"¿'Tas ocupada?" He asked her.

"Ahorita no because we're waiting for this band to show up. Their management called my boss y le dijeron that they're running late or something." She explained.

Claudia works at her university's radio station. Her and her housemate host a segment called 'Girl Chat' where they talk about the most random topics. From matching lipstick to ones areolas to environmental racism and how stratification affects it. She got the job her first week of summer bridge.

Claudia was a transfer student from a community college in San Diego, and part of the requirement for transfer students was that they participate in summer bridge where counselors and advisors help out students find a balance and the necessary resources to be successful at the 4 year institution.

She was on her way to a workshop when she got lost. The radio station booth looked more approachable than the surrounding frat houses. That was when the DJ commented on her voice and how it was made for the radio. She laughed it off at first, but once she heard of the different segments, she was hooked. 'Girl Chat' was the first to spark her interest. She met Dulce, her now housemate. They bounced off each other and had good chemistry that kept the listeners listening.

"What's up?"Claudia asked again. She pulled her legs up and sat criss-cross applesauce.

"I keep forgetting to tell you, but I remembered it because of something I heard on the radio. ¿Te acuerdas de ese grupo con el muchacho al que siempre le das chocoflan?" Her dad asked. Claudia's mind instantly went to Calum.

"No," She responded. She looked to the side avoiding looking at her dad.

"Yes, you do. I saw how your eyes did that thing." Claudia rolled her eyes at him. "Anyways, him and the other boys were at the restaurant a few days ago y pregunto por ti. Well not you, but he asked about the chocoflan. And then I mentioned how we only serve it when you’re in town. It looked like he wanted to ask me about you, but he didn’t.”

“Right,” Claudia laughed. How can someone like Calum Hood even ask about her.

Claudia and her dad spent more time talking until Dulce texted her that the people are about five minutes away. Her dad bid her bye and reminded her que se cuide Durante el concierto. Her other housemate, Sara, invited her to go see The Aces because something came up and her sister couldn’t go with her anymore. Claudia was very excited for it because they were opening for 5 Seconds of Summer. She was finally going to go see them. In all her years of being a fan, she never saw them live.

While she waited, she tapped through the Instagram stories. Claudia paused at the 5SOS story. It was a picture of the radio station captioned ‘Tune in to Girl Chat on KBeach Radio today at 12:15.’ with a swipe up link.

“No!” She whispered loudly to myself.

“What?” Dulce glanced at her phone.

“They’re the ones coming to campus?”

“Yeah, why?”

“Why are we interviewing them? Of all the bands, 5 fucking Seconds of Summer? Were there no soundcloud rappers available?” She began to ramble.

“Do you not like them?”

“No, I love them. I really fuck with their most recent album.” She calmly said. “But I have had the biggest crush on the bass player since I was 15 after telling off his fans.”

“Was that when you told your parents you were going to a church retreat but got caught?”

“In my defense, I was with my church friends. It would’ve worked if Danny didn’t hack my facebook and see the messages.” Claudia sat back. To this day she’s still mad at her twin brother for hacking her facebook. Not only was it a huge invasion of privacy, he had no reason for doing it. “I didn’t even straighten my hair. I look like a hot mess.”

She covered her face and fake cried. Dulce looked at her as if she had grown a second head and then laughed, placing a record on play. Claudia heard the beginnings of “If Walls Could Talk” and sank lower in her seat. The boys came in as the song played. They all introduced themselves, and she avoided making eye contact with Calum. The other boys looked at each other, at Calum and at her. She couldn’t helpbut notice how cuddly he looked in his iconic empathy hoodie and leather jacket combo. She’s seen one too many interviews where he wore the exact outfit.

Claudia pulled her mic closer to her once she heard the last few seconds played. She sat straighter and began, “That was 5 Seconds of Summer with ‘If Walls Could Talk’ from their most recent album, ‘Youngblood’. Theyare today’s guests on ‘Girl Chat’. Thank you so much for taking some time off your very busy schedule to chat with us.” She smiled.

“Thank you for having us. I think that’s the first time since we dropped Youngblood, that they played another song from the album. Everyone just plays ‘Youngblood’.” Ashton said after a few seconds of awkward silence.

“Well, ‘If Walls Could Talk’ is a bop and deserves more recognition.”

“You have a really soothing voice.” Calum said casually. Michael snorted trying to cover up his laugh.

“Oh, um thanks. I’ve been told that a lot.” She managed to say.

“To be honest, I’m pretty sure it’s the only reason why she hasn’t gotten fired.” Dulce cut in trying to pass the conversation . “She’s said pretty wild shit on here. Remember when you caused a riot at the food court?”

“A riot?” Luke asked in disbelief.

“It was not a riot, it was a gathering of angry people that took over and distributed all the food to all the students. In my defense, I was just bringing awareness to the food waste that happened. I never once said ‘start a riot’.” She explained.

“You just did.” Ashton pointed out.

“He’s got you there.” Dulce laughed.

“PSA, please don’t riot. I really like my job. It helps pay for my Roscoe's habit.” She added.

***

The interview ran smoothly. What felt like only 15 minutes turned out to be almost 2 hours. Dulce and Claudia’s boss signaled them to keep going after the one hour mark. It was the most listeners they had all semester. There were some even tweets about them. Most were about how Claudia and Dulce were able to keep up with the boys’ crazy antics and jokes, unlike other radio interviews where they kinda stay quiet and jump to questions.

During the interview, Calum not so subtly found Claudia’s instagram off the radio station’s instagram. It took everything not to request her right in front of everyone. He planned on asking for it after their interview, but the boys got bombarded with fans. The band hung back and took some pictures with them. He watched Claudia and Dulce leave, missing his chance, so he just sent her a follow request.

At home he paced around his room packing some things for Duke while also waiting for Claudia to accept his follow request. He dm’ed her once she accepted the request telling her that they— he — were able to get her and her friend backstage passes to meet The Aces and hang out with them and the boys if they were interested.

Minutes later she responded with a bunch of emojis and thank yous and that her friend is going to appreciate that. He quickly responds, letting her know that he’s going to be by the security box at the parking lot ten min before the show?. Claudia responded thirty minutes later with a thumbs up.

“It’s gonna be a good show, Duke. I just know it.”

***

“Are you fucking kidding me, Danny! This is why you made me come home?” Claudia pushed passed her twin brother and stomped to her room.

“Are you mad?” He asked entering her room.

“Yes, I am! Cuántas veces te tengo que decir: I don’t want to see Paco anymore.”

“I’m doing you a favor, Claudia. You’re being a fucking coward.”

“Get the fuck out!”

Claudia crawled into bed and hugged her pillow. She let her tears roll down her cheeks.

Today started off great. She formally met her favorite band and had a conversation with them that didn't involve her asking if they wanted salsa verde for their burritos. She was finally going to see them live. Something she dreamed of since she was 15.Only for her brother to call her, making her drive 3 hours for nothing.

Everyone in their friend group was pissed at her. According to them, she had fucked up the whole dynamic when she moved up to Long Beach. Only making it worse when her and Paco broke up.

If only they knew the truth, she thought to herself. Paco was the one that broke up with her. All because she didn't want to have sex with him. His words cut deep, claiming that she wasn't shit and how no one was going to want her like that once they find out she's a virgin. It wasn’t like there hadn’t been instances where they could've; shit, her head game is supreme. The thing was that she just never felt ready. There was something that kept her from giving herself to him.Instead he gave their friend group a bullshit excuse that she was then one that ended things because of school.

Now she's the bad guy in this. She hugged her pillow tighter and drifted off to sleep.

When she woke up it was well into midnight. She peeked at the driveway to see if her brother's car was there,and fortunately, it wasn't.

She still couldn’t wrap her head around the fact her brother thought ambushing her with a party was going to resolve anything between her and Paco.

Claudia wandered down to the kitchen for a snack. She saw a plate piled with flautas but opted for making grilled cheese. After flipping it to the other side, she checked her phone. She smiled at the message from Calum.

She had apologized profusely to him that she wasn't going to make it, but she was sending him a chocoflan with Dulce. Her and Sara convinced Dulce to go with Sara even though neither The Aces or 5 Seconds of Summer were her faves.

You have no idea how relieved I was when I saw the chocolate cake and flan. At the radio I was going to ask you about it, but I didn't want to seem creepy . He messaged her.

😂😂😂 my dad literally ft'ed me, telling me you asked about it. I'm surprised you remembered our restaurant. She replied. She flipped the pan over a plate and wandered back to her room.

How can I forget about it or you, you shooed my fans away.

Excuse you, I basically rescued you and Luke from a hoard of crazy teenagers

Ah yes my hero 😂😂😂

***

Around 3 am Calum stopped replying. Claudia assumed he passed out. She's on her 6th cup of coffee, and it was only 1pm. She decided to attempt to stay up the whole day so she can fix her sleep schedule. She had midterms in a few weeks, and she could fuck up her sleep then.

She was at the restaurant, sitting at her family's table and doing some homework while watching her niece and nephews. She occasionally checked her phone to see if Calum responded, but nothing popped up.

She checked who saw her story on Instagram, and Calum was one of the first to see it. With the help of her dad, who can't record boomerangs to save his life, she recorded taking out some chocoflanes from the oven. Well, it was supposed to be that, but it was a shaky video of her struggling to get up from her squatting position while her dad laughed at her. That was 3 hours ago.

She went back to her research paper on food deserts in lower income communities and the impacts they have on the environment. She was 25 minutes deep into an HBO documentary about some kids in Philly not having any food options at a corner store when she spotted a very familiar green hoodie sitting out in the patio area from the corner of her eyes.

Before Claudia could process that he was really here, her father walked up to him. She watched Calum laugh at something her father said. Then her father nodded and pointed straight at her. Her eyes widened, and she went back to the documentary as if it was far more interesting than anything else that was happening.

"Guito, watch Paloma and Damian, I'll be right back." She said after she saw that Calum was not looking at her. She stood up and awkwardly beelined to the dessert bar and grabbed a slice of chocoflan and a fork. She was thankful he had his back to her when she nearly tripped over the step.

Duke was the first to notice her. He yipped when he saw her approach them. Calum turned around and smiled at her.

"Have another show?" She asked. She almost smacked herself at how stupid she sounded.

"No," he chuckled. "I, uh, saw your story about making some chocoflan and just had to drive down for a slice."

He didn’t tell her how after the show last night, he had taken Duke out to pee, and when they came back the entire flan was gone. Someone had accidentally put it out on the giant snacks table for crew members and other people. It soured his mood since Claudia wasn't at the show.

When he saw her video, the next thing he knew was that he was by Pasadena on the I15. This time he was not gonna miss his chance.

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