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hisunshiine · 1 year

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—cinema | kth

→ posted: jan 1, 2023 → pairing: kim taehyung x reader → genre/au: strangers2lovers, camboy!au, angst, fluff, smut → chapter rating: +18 / M for Mature → wc: 2,672 → warnings: very minor angst is introduced, taehyung is forever hot, misreading a situation, reader is jealous, use of pet names, light sexual punishment and praise, explicit sex, multiple orgasms, begging, if you squint there’s daddy/brattybabygirl vibes, aftercare, recording sex. → credits: biggest thanks to sunkissedwriter, you are the best for the most perfect ‘destroyer of the delulu’ plot issue. @moonleeai @downbad4yoongi and whippedbywonho1 for beta reading this for me! → taglist: @bts-ruu @missxmarisa @1-in-abillion @yourtmblrgirlfriend @fairy-jaykay → summary: i guess we’re in time, if you’re getting yourself wet for me. KTH is your favorite camboy, & after winning a contest, the two of you have grown closer and gotten to know each other after a one-on-one session. After realizing you live in the same city, he asks to meet you—IRL.

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“YN…would you be interested in meeting up with me, in real life? I’d love to get to know you more, without a screen in the way.”

You never expected to be gearing up for meeting the camboy of your dreams in person, and it feels silly to you because he’s not a real celebrity, or atleast, not one you can tell your parents about. He’s just a person like you, and yet, he’s been the main star of your fantasies for months now and somehow, he’s also interested in you.

Or so you think. From the text messages the two of you have been trading back and forth for the past 2 weeks since the one-on-one session you had, not to mention the few times that the two of you used the synced toys while he was camming (not that other subscribers knew he had it paired to you), he’s shown an interest in you that you can’t help but return.

He promoted the toys at the beginning as a paid advertisement, utilizing them in the storylines, but those sessions were different from the others with the way he behaved during them, with themes of established relationships, with plenty of praise for how tight your pussy was and small slip ups that only you would notice, mentioning things specific to conversations you had with him.

He would tease the toy he had, knowing you would feel it, and you got him back a few times, clamping down at the end of a session before he removed himself from it, causing him to stutter and almost scold you by name before he caught himself.

But lately, messages continued to not be solely sexual in nature, with him asking about your career, your likes and dislikes, and it feels like the two of you are actually getting to know each other on a level that can lead to something…more.

Approaching the cafe you planned to meet at, you feel silly to think you’re someone special.

You stare at the messages, unsure of what to say. You agreed to meet up at 5:15, and here it was 5:35 and you can’t bring yourself to walk in. Your feet keep you grounded, eyes focused on the man of your actual dreams sitting at the small table in the cafe.

You’ve been watching him since you caught sight of him, and as soon as you finished your pep talk, ready to walk in and meet face to face, you see a gorgeous woman approach him as if she knew him, talking and smiling with familiarity as she touched his bicep and he smiled back at her just the same.

And you wouldn’t have minded, would have walked in there despite this, if he hadn’t motioned to one of the two seats at the table nearest them, asking her to join him. The two of them continued chatting, as if he wasn’t waiting for you for your first date. Maybe it wasn’t a date…after all, neither of you called it one.

You look down at your new outfit, bought just for today, hating that it wasn’t as cute as the one that girl was wearing. You hate the thoughts that enter your head, you don’t like to think of yourself as someone who dislikes another girl just because the guy you like is interested in them, but it’s hard to stop the green-eyed monster from appearing in your ear, whispering hateful comments that tear both the other girl and your own confidence down.

Watching the two of them talk, you see the moment he texts you checking in, but a part of you is miffed that it took him 20 minutes to realize you were late. What if you were hurt, attacked, or hit by a car? He would be 19 minutes too late. All because he was distracted by this bitch who can’t keep her hands to herself.

So instead of walking in and meeting Taehyung for the first time face-to-face, you let the green eyed monster convince you to walk back the way you came, typing out a lame excuse for why you couldn’t make it.

Taehyung stares at his phone, unsure of how to feel. All day he’s been excited, full of restless energy at the thought of meeting you finally, just for you to cancel on him. It doesn’t make any sense to him, because you said you were on your way, and then all of a sudden you couldn’t make it.

He shakes his black hair out of his eyesight as he looks up from his phone, giving a small smile to the woman who had approached him.

“Looks like my friend isn’t going to make it. It was nice meeting you!” He stands up as the woman nods, smiling widely at him.

“No, thank you! My boyfriend just got here, so thank you for keeping me company until then! That man at the counter was being a real creep, so I appreciate you. Plus, it’s not everyday you meet a local celebrity!”

“Don’t let my mother hear you say that!” he jokes, but the smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes as he takes his iced frappacino to exit the bustling cafe.

Pausing at the bus stop near the cafe, you look at your phone to see if Taehyung read your message.

You hate that he’s so sweet about it. Now that you’ve walked to the bus stop and calmed down a bit from the scene you saw, the negative thoughts have vanished, instead, leaving you with a feeling of self-disappointment. A second buzz from your phone has your heart clenching once more.

His offer makes you feel like you’ve misread everything earlier. He still wanted to see you. He left the cafe. You feel even dumber sitting at the bus stop knowing you walked away from Taehyung and you were so close to meeting him. You begin to type out a reply.

“YN?”

You startle, standing up quickly from the bench seating. You find yourself looking up at deep brown eyes staring at you. Taehyung’s face is full of confusion, lips poking out in thought as his full eyebrows pinch together above his narrow nose bridge. In person, this close to him, you almost swoon at how handsome he actually is, and you want nothing more than to soothe the wrinkles of confusion off his face.

“Hi…”

“I thought—you said—I’m confused.”

You worry the corner of your bottom lip between your teeth unsure of what to say.

“I, um…I guess I just got nervous.” It’s not necessarily a lie, though it definitely isn’t the whole truth. The way that Taehyung is looking down into your soul has you feeling that he is aware of this fact.

“So you showed up to the cafe?” he asks, walking back through the events that just played out. It’s just the two of you at the bus stop, and you can’t bring yourself to move away from how close the two of you are standing.

“Yes. I was outside for a bit…I was worried about meeting for the first time.” You look down at your feet, unable to maintain eye contact.

“Mmm,” Taehyung nods as if deep in thought. “And let me guess,” a sly grin grows on his face, “you saw me talking to that girl who was waiting for her boyfriend to show up?”

That bit of information snaps your face back up to his like a cracking whip. “Her boyfriend?”

“Yes, she was being hit on by some creep so she approached me to help save her. I sat with her since I was waiting for you, and she left once her boyfriend showed up. Funnily enough, it was seconds after you texted me that you couldn’t meet. If you had waited just one more minute, you might have been brave enough to go inside.”

Feeling stupid, you can’t help the way heat rushes to your face, burning you up with embarrassment.

“I feel really dumb right now. I’m so sorry I flaked on you.”

“I’m sorry too, I would’ve loved showing you off…you look amazing.”

Your cheeks stay warm, but this time for a different reason.

“You do too, Tae.”

The two of you stand there looking at each other like a couple of fools infatuated with each other before Taehyung has the smart sense to break the silence.

“So, if you aren’t actually busy, did you want to head over to Yoojung Sikdang and grab an early dinner?”

He holds his large hand out to you, and unable to think of a reason against the idea, you find yourself nodding your head with a sappy grin on your face as you place your hand in his. It felt nice. Giddy with excitement, the two of you head off in the direction of the restaurant with you feeling more and more relaxed the more time you spend in each other’s company.

“Fuck, Taehyung…I can’t…”

“You can baby, you’ve always been so good for me.”

You keen in response, back arching away from his chest where he has you sat between his legs, his calves wrapped around your shins to hold your legs open for him. He’s in just his boxers, chest warm against your shoulder blades as his arms encase you.

“But…it’s so intense!” you moan out, and he chuckles softly.

“Look down baby, look at how wet you are.”

You try hard to keep your eyes open, gaze trailing down his veiny forearms to where his hands are in the apex of your thighs, two fingers on his right hand spreading you open as his left hand holds your bullet vibrator to your clit. The relentless pressure is dizzying as you buck in his arms from stimulation. It feels too good to be legal.

You get a moment of reprieve when he pulls the toy away from you, your slick dripping down to the end before oozing onto the sheets beneath you, clear arousal connecting your bed to the toy in a lewd display of just how wet Taehyung makes you.

In an act so debaucherous, your eyes can’t help but to follow the movement of the toy as it continues towards the man behind you. You turn your neck to continue the path, watching with hooded desire as Taehyung’s lengthy tongue curls around the small silver vibrator and laps up the rest of the evidence of this session.

The low moan he lets out as he tastes you makes your toes curl, and you’re almost unaware as he shifts from behind you to hover over you. He noses at your neck so you wrap your arms around his torso as his lips lightly drag along your skin, continuing to tease you as he has been for the last half hour.

“You take your punishment so well, baby.”

Pouting, you look into his eyes, no longer afraid of the man before you.

“I said I was sorry, Tae…I was just a little insecure.”

He pecks at your bottom lip still poking out in defiance of his taunting touches. You know what he’s waiting for you to do and at this point you’re not above begging.

“Please Taehyung, I need you. I need all of you.”

He smiles, grin lighting up your heart as his lips drop to yours and begin to devour you in a rushed kiss. His hips thrust forward and you can feel how badly he’s been waiting for you to give in. Your punishment was just as hard for him as it was for you. You didn’t know it, but he was seconds away from giving you what you wanted without pleading for it.

It was torture, having you in his arms, so wet and wanton for him as you let him tease your folds until your pussy was swollen in need for release. He had to sit behind you for your punishment, or else he would have given in after five minutes instead of thirty. But it was worth it.

Now you lay beneath him, body pliant as he hitches your leg up by the knee to wrap around his hips. Moving his hand from your knee to the waistband of his boxers, he’s rough as he pulls his length free, four fingers then running along your spread center before giving himself a couple of strokes with the erotic sounds of you coating his cock with each tug filling the room.

“Breathe in for me, baby girl,” he huffs out as his tip teases your entrance, circling around as he waits for you to follow directions. “Good girl.”

You preen under his praise, and when he instructs you to let out your breath slowly, you feel him surging into you, swollen walls pushing back against the intrusion despite how good it feels to become full of him.

“Tae, it feels so good,” you coo, and he feels goosebumps travel along his arms and his spine from how salacious you sound, his dick growing impossibly harder as he begins to piston his hips, thighs slapping against the backs of yours as he drops his face to the crook of your neck. Fingers lacing through the curls at the nape of his neck, you use this for leverage to take him deeper, his hand widening your bent leg for a better angle to bury himself into you.

“Fuck baby, tell me it’s all mine.”

“It’s yours, Tae, all yours.”

“What’s all mine, baby?”

“My pussy, me, whatever you want,” you promise him, and it sends him reeling. You feel so right to him, the way you move with him, as if the two of you were practiced dancers wrapped in each other's arms.

Your moans are pornagraphic, loud and breathy as he brings you to climax, your limbs trembling from the intensity of the orgasm spurring him on. Unable to stop the way your walls quiver, clenching sporadically around his cock with every stroke leads him to fill you up, cum spurting in hot ropes from his sensitive tip.

You hold him to your chest as he collapses onto you, his hips still gyrating slowly as he releases every last drop inside of you.

“Oh, fuck, that’s my good girl,” his deep voice speaks to your core, and he peppers kisses to your chest as you cockwarm his softening length.

Slowly, he extracts himself from you, careful not to spill too much onto your sheets, but it was a fool’s errand. Reaching for his phone, he stops recording so he can get up and get a wet washcloth to clean you up. You lay there, spent, enjoying the hazy delirium that comes with the post sex euphoria until you’re as clean as a washcloth can get you and curled up in Taehyung’s arms.

“I wanna see the video,” you say sleepily, voice muffled against his chest where you lay. His fingers smooth down your hair and he laughs at your request; you were about to pass out, there was no way he would be able to show you the playback of your session without wanting to bury himself inside of you again.

“You will, baby. Get some sleep first.”

“Why?” you whine, despite your eyes having shut several minutes ago in a “long blink”.

“Because you’re gonna need your energy for what happens after we watch it.”

thank you for reading! feedback is greatly appreciated!! please let me know what you think of this last part! happy new year!

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sunflower-lilac42 · 2 months

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✧ 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐥𝐥 || 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘶 ♔

about grace willow, mirrorball au, and the badger girls universe

✎ BADGER GIRLS UNIVERSE ⇘ : :

➸ the badger girls universe is about two girls, grace and lily, who went to the same high school and end up at the same college, uw madison, and become best friends

➸ they weren't close in high school but they still talked

➸ they grew up in a small town called driftwood point in maine

➸ they worked together on a blueberry farm

➸ each of them end up dating an nhl player, lily ends up with cole and grace ends up with jack

➸ if you want to read more about lily and cole, see cam's au, and if you want to read more about grace and jack, you can stay here

➸ furthermore, her, lily, and cole are like a trio especially with meeting in college. they are super close

✎ MAIN POINTS ⇘ : :

➸ grace was in band, drumline to be exact, and to be more exact she plays the snare

➸ she is 22, the same age as the other three (her birthday is march 15, 2001)

➸ she works as a school social worker for an elementary school

➸ she is also a therapist in the evenings, once or twice and then on the weekends

➸ she typically deals with older kids in therapy

➸ she loves kids, hence the reason why she typically works with kids through both social work and therapy

➸ her aesthetic is a mix; she gives of boho/indie/plant girl vibes

➸ she's very organized

➸ she's one of the 'notion' kids. she has everything planned where she can find it easily

✎ HER FAMILY LIFE ⇘ : :

➸ her parents got divorced when she was 5

➸ her mom left a couple of months before it happened

➸ she's always been a dad's girl

➸ they are actually inseparable sometimes

➸ they have the same sense of humor, watch the same things, etc.

➸ she only sees her mom once or twice a year? maybe less

➸ her dad owns a small cafe/bakery called 'wisk and willow'

#sunnylunemirrorball #jack hughes #jh86 #badger girls

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atiny-piratequeen · 1 year

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𝑯𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒐𝒑𝒊𝒄-𝑨𝑭𝑨𝑩 𝑽𝒆𝒓 (18+)

𓆩♡𓆪 Pairing: Jung Wooyoung (Ateez) x Seo Changbin (Stray Kids) x Nonbinary! Choi Yeonjun (Tomorrow x Together) x Gender-Neutral AFAB Reader

𓆩♡𓆪Rating: Explicit (18+)

𓆩♡𓆪 Genre: Smut, Humor, Sex Worker Au, Established Relationship, Fluff

𓆩♡𓆪SWs: Sex Work (Pornography, Nude Photos, Consensual Filming, the use of a “Fluffer”), Switch Reader, Switch Idols, Group Sex, Blowjobs, Handjobs, Thigh Grinding, Hair Pulling, Cock Riding, Lingerie, Multiple Orgasms, Bondage/Shibari, Teasing, Finger Sucking, Pussy Grinding, Pussy Slapping, Cock Ring, Sex Toy, Cock Sharing, Aftercare

𓆩♡𓆪 WC: 6.2k

𓆩♡𓆪A/N: Whew first fic of ‘23! Thank you all for your patience and thank @jacksons-goddess-gaia for commissioning yet another interesting work from me! I hope you like it and I would like folks to know there are TWO versions of this fic (as evidenced by the title.) This version will be with a GN AFAB reader, and the AMAB version will be linked in the bullet point underneath. I hope everyone who reads this enjoys, and if you do please remember to like and reblog~

𓆩♡𓆪 AMAB Ver

𓆩♡𓆪 AO3 | Taglist Form | Commission Sheet

𓆩♡𓆪 ©atiny-piratequeen/nocturne-overtures 2023. do not repost, translate, or use my works. Minors DNI

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It all started because of Jung Wooyoung.

You never expected to get a request for a collaboration any time soon when you’d started camming. As you reread the notification over and over, you feel your leg bounce below you under the table.

Not only was he another model, but he was also popular, making videos for damn near every demographic under the sun. You stare at his subscriber count, and for much longer than you cared to admit, you wonder if this is some kind of joke.

‘I don’t mind collabing at all, but I’d like to see you face to face first and talk this out, if possible?’

He responded faster than you expect him to, asking if you’d like to meet up at a well-known family-owned cafe and book chain located in town.

Up until the very moment you push open the cafe doors, you hold onto a healthy level of skepticism that this was even real.

Reality sets in the moment you look across the moderately busy cafe and your eyes land on the dark-haired man in question, laughing as he reached over the table to fix the bangs of a buffer gentleman, though he was a bit on the shorter end.

“Um…Good afternoon, I’m sorry I’m late.” You apologize and give both men a bow. Wooyoung recognized you and perked up immediately, nudging the man beside him.

“There you are, Y/n! We finally get to meet!” He smiled at you like you were an old friend and you feel a bit of shyness creep into your bones before you clear your throat and wave.

“Hello. I’m sorry I’m late!” You bow again and look at the man sitting beside Wooyoung curiously.

“This is Changbin, he’s my boyfriend.” He smiled easily and you feel like the hamster running on the wheel in your brain tripped, fell, and flew clean off the damn thing.

Clearly, Changbin is used to things like this, waving gently.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m not here to cause trouble. I actually help Wooyoung with recording. Yeonjun is floating around too but when they get ready, they’ll join us too, if that’s okay. They do makeup and hair for any still photoshoots we may have.”

You feel like everyone is on a completely different page of a different book while you’re stuck in the revolving doors of the metaphorical library but eventually, your thoughts kickstart back on and you nod slowly.

“So..you have a little team for your channel? That’s…actually pretty neat. Have you always helped out?” You take a seat across from the couple, grateful for the carefree attitude of Changbin and the literal ball of compressed sunshine that made up Wooyoung’s entire being.

“He said he wanted to try it out to gain a bit of confidence so I shopped around for a decent camera and we started with amateur-styled things first before we got the hang of it and moved to this platform,” Changbin answered honestly, an arm loosely around the back of Wooyoung’s chair. Wooyoung pressed a kiss to his jaw and smiled.

“He’s in a bunch of them too but he never shows his face. Well, not fully. The blindfold and mask don’t cover that much…” He trailed off, leg swinging idly as Changbin went a bit red in the face, thinking back to that particular video where he’d let Wooyoung tie him to their bed and ride him while he lay blindfolded and bound.

You listen and look from Wooyoung to Changbin, arching a brow.

“So…which one of you thought to bring me in?” You inquire curiously. Wooyoung smiled, his nose scrunching while Changbin glanced behind you.

“That would be me.”

You nearly jump out of your skin as a person sits beside you, balancing a platter of powdered croissants on their hand. They look at you with an amused smirk, extending a hand.

“Name’s Yeonjun.”

You take their hand, shaking it a few times as you hold your hand to your chest, your heart beating erratically from the startle. They seem amused by it, propping their cheek up in their palm as they look at you with half-lidded eyes.

“Your eyes are nice.”

Your blink and clear your throat, ignoring the heat crawling up the back of your neck as Yeonjun seemingly checked you out.

“Don’t mind them. Let’s talk about why we’re here.” Wooyoung spoke up, drawing your attention back to him.

“I’ve seen your videos after Jun suggested the collaboration. If it’s okay with you, I’d really like to work with you and do some sets together.” he spoke with a smile on his face, foot swinging to and fro under the table. The heat crawls all the way up to your ears as you cough quietly.

“I haven’t been with any other um…”actors” before, so I don’t know where to begin. If I’m being quite honest, this is a bit on the sudden end and I don’t know you well enough for me to have confidence and say yes immediately.” You speak honestly, wringing your hands as they sat on the table. None of them speak immediately, and a small chill of uncertainty rolled through you.

A lot of people would jump at this chance. Free promotion for your own works, Wooyoung was a very attractive man and Changbin seemed to be very supportive of his partner’s endeavors. The more the silence went on, the more anxious you feel until finally;

“I mean that’s fair. Would you like to hang out some ime or anything like that? Even if you don’t want to collaborate, it’s not like we can’t be friends.” Wooyoung spoke, seemingly sorting out his words in his head first. A wave of relief washed over you as Changbin kissed Wooyoung’s head and then stood.

“I’m gonna go get some drinks for us all. Anyone want anything?”

“Can I have the new fruit drink on the menu? The wildberry one?” Wooyoung batted his lashes at Changbin and his boyfriend responded with a laugh and a nod, looking at Yeonjun. They cocked a brow at him before he nodded.

“Right. Neapolitan coffee. And you? What would you like, Y/n? It’s my treat.” He smiled softly. You feel your shoulders relax a bit as you tell him your preferred drink. As he stepped away from the table, you turn your attention back to Yeonjun.

“How did you come to be the stylist for Wooyoung?” You inquire. Yeonjun let out a chuckle, completely relaxed beside you.

“Wooyoung and I have been friends for years. I’ve seen him naked more times than I can count. So I figured I’d help him out. I can’t even trust this one to do skincare without beating the hell out of his own cheeks, I don’t trust him to bring out his own features.”

“There’s nothing wrong with how I do skincare!”

“Boy please, you beat your own cheeks harder than Changbin and I do.”

You startle a barista walking by with the ungodly snort that left your lips as you burst into laughter, watching as Wooyoung swatted Yeonjun’s shoulder. It took nearly a full minute for you and Yeonjun to stop laughing as Wooyoung, which was made harder as he grew flustered, scolding the two of you.

Changbin came back with a confused look on his face, brow arching as Wooyoung pointed at Yeonjun.

"THEY’RE FIRED!"

"Yeah, good luck getting that smokey eye perfected, then."

Wooyoung let out a scandalized gasp and Yeonjun smirked.

"Sure you wanna fire me, bestie?"

Wooyoung huffed and Yeonjun let out a laugh, seemingly satisfied. Changbin shook his head and placed your drink in front of you, sending you a smile.

"If you want, you can choose the next place we go on a date at. I think it's best we all get to know each other better regardless of your decision at the end."

You smile and nod. "I'd love to. Thank you."

The rest of the day was comfortable and you'd ended up exchanging numbers with all three of them.

You head out of the shower later, making sure the trio knew you’d gotten settled in just fine and hadn’t had any issues. As you dry your hair, curiosity nibbled at you and you find yourself taking a look back at Wooyoung’s account.

Your leg bounced idly as you scroll through some of his photoshoots, admiring the quality and work put into them.

There was something about meeting the team behind the art that made you appreciate it all the more. As you scroll, you finally find some where Changbin is present, the first being a POV shot of Wooyoung on his knees, lipstick smudged across his lips as he kissed the tip of Changbin’s cock.

“He’s in a bunch of them too but he never shows his face.”

Perhaps Changbin was every bit as versatile as his boyfriend, since the pictures regularly flip flopped between who was the top or bottom. You’re pretty sure you can even see Yeonjun in a few of them, especially the one of Wooyoung riding Chanbin as a different hand wove itself into his hair, tugging back so his body would be on display.

You feel a telltale ache between your legs and feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you close your laptop.

“Okay yeah, that’s enough of that.” You mutter quietly, flustered as you get under the covers.

It took you a full hour of tossing and turning before you toss them back off of your legs, grumbling in annoyance.

“There’s no way I can fucking sleep like this.” You sigh out in frustration before you move to grab your laptop again. You utter a few flustered lies to yourself, before you start browsing, eventually settling on one with a romantic title.

Admittedly, no matter how good of an actor he may be, you find yourself giggling a bit at Wooyoung’s acting as he came into frame, romantic lighting in the room. He’d stripped himself slowly, dropping each article of clothing haphazardly onto the floor, smiling with a seductive half-lidded gaze as the lingerie clung to his body in all the right places.

The humor in you died off as you bite your lip, watching as Wooyoung crawled into Changbin’s lap, kissing him slowly as he rolled his hips downward. Yeonjun would star in these sets, as well, you found out, but undoubtedly it was Changbin Wooyoung was currently seducing, rolling his hips down onto his thick thigh, riding slowly.

You bite your lip and try to jump ahead a little bit, but end up going a bit too far, landing on the timestamp where Wooyoung had his arms wrapped around Changbin’s shoulders, head thrown back as he rode him like he was his last lifeline. Your eyes drift down Wooyoung’s body, the bra completely absent and the panties to the lingerie ripped enough for Changbin’s thick cock to slide between his cheeks.

Wooyoung rolled his hips, looking back as he clenched around Changbin’s cock, the lube making a mess of both of them as Changbin reached around to plant both of his hands on Wooyoung’s ass. He let out a delghted purr before he felt Changbin bounce him, making him go at his faster, more desperate pace as he pulled him closer and closer to release.

Your hand found its way between your legs as you watch, eyes glued on your screen as you finger yourself, thankful for the headphones in your ears, picking up every gasp, moan, and growl as Wooyoung finally came, tightening his grip around Changbin’s shoulders as he rode him, his ass jiggling with every bounce as eventually he achieved his desired goal;

Milking Changbin’s cock.

You curl your fingers as you watch Changbin’s balls throb and draw up, his cock soon covered with his own cum as Wooyoung never slowed his hips, purring.

“That’s it, that’s what I want.” He mewed, rolling his hips at a slower pace like he was going to stop before he smiled wickedly and kept going.

“I’m not done~”

You don’t know how many times you’d restarted and watched that particular video over and over, but by the end of it, as you make your bambi-legged walk of shame to take a(nother) shower, you idly wonder just what kind of videos you’d shoot with Wooyoung if you were to accept.

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“Do you ever feel like you’re third wheeling when you’re with them?” You inquire, watching as Wooyoung and Changbin wander over to a dinosaur exhibit. Yeonjun stood beside you, sipping a drink with circular rimmed glasses on their face as they watched the two point at different plaques and read off fun facts.

“Not really. They’re practically my boyfriends at this point, both of them just suck dicks at actually initiating.”

You nearly choke on the pretzel in your hands as a woman passing by gives Yeonjun a scandalized look, hurrying away. They didn’t seem to care, watching the two with a quiet gaze. You watch their side profile before looking towards the two, watching as Wooyoung finally noticed you and Yeonjun had fallen behind. He rushed up to you both and smiled.

“C’mon, quit daydreaming! They have a T-Rex over there!” He darted off, expecting you two to follow at the same pace. You find yourself laughing and looking over at Yeonjun, matching their pace as they made their way into the exhibit.

“Is that why it was you who initiated this collab thing?”

“Yep. Wooyoung thinks you’re cute and mentioned it in passing. Changbin told him to dm you. Both of them are idiots and didn’t do anything about it. So I did.” They hum, looking up at a brachiosaurus. You blink, taking a moment to let the words catch up to you before you look over at Woo and Changbin, finding Woo stealing glances at you and Yeonjun’s general direction.

“It’s fine if you don’t want anything like that. Plenty of people don’t mix business with pleasure. To be honest, you could tell us you’d like to stay a friend and not do anything of the sort and that’d be fine with any of us.” They send you a smile and a wink before making their way over to Wooyoung.

You look to the three of them, feeling a smile tug at your lips before following.

To your (pleasant) surprise, none of them pressed you on the collaboration, as promised. Months had gone by, with Wooyoung posting his content and you posting yours, all while the four of you went on dates in between.

Museums, art galleries, amusement parks, dinners out under the stars-

You’d honestly felt spoiled by all of this. And it was while you sat leaning against Changbin while Wooyoung and Yeonjun bickered over how to cook dinner right, that you spoke;

“I think I want to do the collab.”

The chatter died immediately and two heads poked out of the kitchen while Changbin looked down in surprise.

“So suddenly?”

“Yeah. You said it’s best we get to know each other better…it’s been nearly a year. I want to.”

Wooyoung leaned over the back of the couch, smiling from ear to ear.

“Should we talk about it over dinner? I already have something in mind, it’s been in my idea draft folder but if you want in, I think it’d be wonderful-” You laugh as he chattered on, moving aside so he could sit beside you, half of his ass practically in Changbin’s lap as he spoke to you.

Yeonjun joined after a while, and for the rest of the night, the four of you talked casually about do’s and don’t, each other’s boundaries, things you all wanted to try, and everything in between.

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“Almost done, baby. Good job.”

As you stand beside Yeonjun, you shift from foot to foot, watching as Changbin carefully spoke to Wooyoung through the entire process of him tying him up. The two exchanged sweet nothings and a few kisses here and there, laughing occasionally as they sat in their own world.

“You look nervous. Are you sure you wanna do it today?” they inquire, looking over at you. You nod, sending them a kind smile.

“I’m nervous because it’s the first set, but I’m sure I’ll settle into it once its my turn.” You respond. Yeonjun smiled and looked back at the two.

“Ah, he’s finished. Go ahead, love. Changbin will take care of you while I make sure Woo stays fluffed and ready.” They spoke with an exaggerated sigh, though they looked absolutely ecstatic at the idea of teasing Wooyoung’s cock. Wooyoung clearly noticed, sending them a challenging eyebrow raise.

“Try not to have it end up down your throat like last time.” He sassed. Yeonjun’s lips quirked, a spark of chaos behind them.

“Have it down my throat? Got it.”

You look up as Changbin came over to you, smiling as he held up a bundle of rope of your favorite color. He excused himself, kneeling.

“You’re okay with this still, right?” He inquired. You nod, moving your arms behind your back as instructed as Changbin got to work tying the intricate knots. You occasionally feel his fingers brush against your skin, goosebumps rising in their wake. His breath ghosting across your abdomen has the same effect, and without meaning to, you meet his gaze as you look down at him.

Neither of you say a word as you hold eye contact.

The moment is broken by a sharp curse coming from Wooyoung as he tried to buck up into Yeonjun’s mouth, only to be foiled by them yanking his hips down thanks to the ropes. A pleased purr rumbled from somewhere at the back of their throat as they popped their mouth off, stroking him with a Chesire grin stretched across their face.

“You always talk so much shit but then crumble apart the moment I get my mouth on you, I think you like being a brat a bit too much. Remember, Wooyoungie-” Yeonjun’s smile grew wider as they bit into the dip at Wooyoung’s hip, pushing his hips down when he bucked once more.

“-I’m not Changbin, I’ll edge you until you fall apart, you little shit.”

Changbin rolled his eyes and moved you around, setting you on your back and pulling your knee up.

“With this position, please let me know if you feel any cramping, even if we’re in the middle of a scene, I’ll come and let you stretch them out, okay?” He cooed to you and you nod, letting him move and adjust your body as needed. As your head hit the pillow, you find yourself focusing on the calm thrumming of your own heart. The silk of the rope rubbed pleasantly against your thighs as Changbin bound your ankles.

Its when his hands brush against your clit that you let out a sharp inhale. He looked to your face for any signs of discomfort, but you simply nod and whisper for him to keep going. He nodded and continued, adjusting the knot so every move of your body would make it rub against your clit, his fingers rubbing against your clit a few times in the process.

You see his cheeks darken ever so slightly as you moan softly, but neither of you comment on it, and soon you’re ready, your nipples hard as Changbin tested the rope strength and made sure the knots were firm. The sound of sucking and Wooyoung groaning in frustration pop the two of you out of your little bubble as Changbin looked over to Yeonjun and Wooyoung.

“Yeonjun leave my baby alone before I rope your ass up, too.”

“Oh, please do.”

You turn your head in time to see Changbin place a thunderous ass slap to Yeonjun’s ass. They shot up and Changbin chuckled as he picked Wooyoung up, setting him beside you so both of you were facing each other. Wooyoung stuck his tongue out at Yeonjun before turning to look at you, immediately switching his gaze into a sultry one.

“Hey there, sexy. Come here often?”

You match his expression, letting Changbin-and a sulking Yeonjun-move the two of you around for the shot.

“No, but after today, I might like to.”

You miss the way both Yeonjun and Changbin perk above you, exchanging a look with one another and an ecstatic smile. Wooyoung’s eyes lit up as well, before he tilted his head ever so slightly.

“I’d be really happy if you did come back for more…You look amazing, by the way.” Wooyoung whispered, as if speaking above that level would break the immersion. The goosebumps return to your skin before Changbin cupped both of your chins.

“We’re going to start. Let me know if anything is too tight or if you feel yourself cramping up at all.” He spoke slowly, making sure to look both of you in the eyes. It made you feel comfortable, that he spoke to you and Wooyoung as if it were both of your first times instead of just yours. It didn’t put you on the spot, and without thinking, you press an appreciative kiss to his palm as he asks again for affirmations.

“Do you both understand?”

“Yes, Binnie/Yes, Sir.”

With that, Changbin switched places with Yeonjun and picked up the camera.

Your focus shifted to Yeonjun immediately as they drag their thumbs over both of your lips. You hear camera clicks behind them, but it doesn’t distract you, your eyes locked onto their face. You can’t help but to find your mind wandering. The three of them really did look so attractive when they were focused.

Yeonjun’s eyes were hooded and you felt a chill run down your spine as the two of you locked eyes.

“Open your mouths just a bit.” Changbin instructed and you part your lips, feeling heat rise to your cheeks as Yeonjun’s thumb sat on your bottom lip. You can hardly hear the camera in Changbin’s hands anymore as you flick your tongue over the pad of Yeonjun’s thumb.

A pleased rumble passes through their lips as Wooyoung does the same, slowly sucking their thumb into his mouth. The two of you slowly curl your tongue over Yeonjun’s thumbs, lips parted slightly so Changbin could get the shots. Yeonjun’s fingers twitch ever so slightly and you feel a sense of pride swell in your chest as you notice their arousal.

You glance down at the prominent bulge before slowly dragging your gaze up their lean body, tilting your head with a smile as you wrap your lips around their thumb.

“Y/n.” Yeonjun growled out, and a pleased shiver ran up and down your spine.

“I’m gonna move you two around.” Changbin informed you both as he grabbed Wooyoung, giving him a slow, gentle kiss before getting him comfy at the center of the bed. He looked towards you, sleeves rolled up as he grabbed your waist, picking you up with ease. You can’t help your eyes gravitating to his muscles, a purr leaving your lips.

“What, I don’t get a kiss too?” You tease, quirking a brow at him. Changbin’s brow arched before he looked at Wooyoung. The two exchange a small thoughtful hum before Changbin cocked his head.

“Depends. You want one?”

You stare at him with slightly widened eyes, looking over at Wooyoung, who was watching you both with interest. Yeonjun had sat beside him, gently running their fingers up and down his abdomen as they rested their chin in their free hand, waiting.

You look back at Changbin and clear your throat slightly.

“Maybe I do want one.”

He leaned, pressing his lips against yours in a gentle kiss. It took a moment for your brain to catch up and realize this was real and actually happening, but when you do, you press back against him, grateful for his steady grip on your bound body as he balanced you in his arms. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you apologize halfheartedly to Yeonjun for the lipstick that had definitely gotten smudged as Changbin’s tongue finds its way into your mouth.

“A damn shame we don’t have the mask. This would’ve been a perfect shot of them kissing while you eat pussy, Wooyoung.” Yeonjun sighed, lightly raking their nails over one of Wooyoung’s nipples. Wooyoung groaned and rose his hips uselessly, watching as a pretty clear string of precum fell from between your legs as Changbin broke the kiss.

Changbin put his forehead to yours, looking into your eyes before he gave you a brief, chaste kiss and set you ontop of Wooyoung.

You blush the moment you realize how heated both of your bodies are, and once you look up at Wooyoung to ask him if the kiss was really okay, you find the words caught in your mouth as he looked down at you.

“Yeonjun, I’m gonna fuck up my lipstick, too.” He spoke without his eyes leaving yours. You feel yourself throb in anticipation, aching dully as Yeonjun stands and sighed dramatically.

“As if you don’t always ruin my hard work anyway. Go on and kiss while I get your baby all ready.” Yeonjun set up the camera, waving a hand and letting a video play as they and Changbin stood just behind in, moving so subtly you could barely hear them as Wooyoung leaned in to kiss you.

You meet him half way, craning your neck up and humming in delight as your breasts squish against his chest. Whereas Changbin’s kiss tasted of coffee, Wooyoung tasted of something sweet you couldn’t put your finger on. You feel his muscles twitch below you, a small frustrated growl leaving his lips at the reminder he couldn’t wrap his arms around you.

A small inhale from across the room draws your attention for a moment and you break the kiss with Wooyoung, kissing down to his neck for the camera, while you were actually stealing a peek at what Yeonjun and Changbin had been up to.

You clench on nothing when you find Yeonjun watching the two of you, their hand over Changbin’s mouth and the other wrapped around his cock as they stroked him slowly. You could see every vein on his cock even from here, and it made your mouth water instantly at the thought of it inside of you.

Yeonjun caught you stealing glances and purred something into Changbin’s ear, stroking faster as they rolled their thumb over the head of his cock, smearing precum along the tip.

‘Look at them, they’re both practically begging for your cock.

They nibble at Changbin’s earlobe and mutter something you can’t hear, and you remember you shouldn’t stare for too long, turning your head to kiss Wooyoung once more. He happily responded in kind, lifting his hips to grind his cock against your folds as best he could.

“Wooyoung-” Your voice came out breathless against his lips as your hips twitch. Both of you did your best to rut against one another, your nipples perked and erect against his chest as he lifted his hips.

At some point the camera is moved, and you can hear the sound of shutter clicks as Wooyoung rolled his hips up, grinding his cock against your clit.

“Good boy, I bet it aches so much, doesn’t it? Being sooo~ Close to Y/n’s pussy but not being able to have it. I bet you could slip riiight inside with how wet they are.” Yeonjun purred from behind the both of you. A pathetic and frustrated sound ripped from Wooyoung’s chest as Yeonjun paused in their teasing to grab his cock, stroking it right against your entrance.

It took everything in you not to just sit down and take every inch, but just as soon as the thought crossed your mind, Yeonjun stopped teasing Wooyoung, taking a few pictures of his cock right against your pussy before they reached to cup your core, rubbing slowly.

“Fuck!” You curse, pressing against Wooyoung as you raise your hips, chasing Yeonjun’s soft touch against your clit. They chuckle and rub your clit in fast circles, leaning into your ear as you moan and rut against their hand.

“Look at you, you’re a natural~” They purr, pulling their hand away after a moment.

“You don’t even need me to keep you interested, both of you are enjoying each other’s company just fine~” They sing, laughing as you subtly raise your hips to try and get them to keep touching you.

“Oh? For me? You shouldn’t have~” They purr, licking the precum off of their fingers before planting a firm slap to your pussy. A jolt of pleasure shot up from your clit all the way up to your spine and it’s only Wooyoung’s presence that kept you from completely falling face first into the sheets as your body quivered in excitement.

“We have a shoot to do, darling. Focus on that and maybe I’ll give you more treats later.” They tease, walking away from the two of you to grab the camera.

You can feel yourself aching for release as Yeonjun took a few more pictures, and a passing comment about how wet you were and how much you’d gotten on Wooyoung’s cock made you clench.

“You both okay?” Changbin inquired, having rolled a ring down over his cock to keep himself hard as he moved you and Wooyoung around, untying your legs and slowly stretching them for you before he took a step back to think, eyes wandering over both of your bodies.

You nod, leaning on Wooyoung as you try to keep your head from spinning. He put his head on yours, giving an affirmation that he, too, was okay and Yeonjun whispered something into Changbin’s ear once more.

His face lit up with inspiration, moving the ropes around with skill, his tongue poking out as he concentrated.

You find yourself bound to Wooyoung with a hitachi wand settled into the ropes. Changbin had settled you in Wooyoung’s lap, and both of you could feel the head of the wand right against yourselves as Yeonjun came close to admire the work.

“I know I’m a genius when it comes to ideas, but you really can take most anything and put it into your rope work, huh?” They praised idly, taking a few pictures. You meet Wooyoung’s gaze, and wonder if he can feel the thundering anticipation of your own heart as you wait for the buzzing of the toy.

Wooyoung looked every bit as excited as you felt, lipstick smudged onto the corner of his lips and even his cheek as he leaned up for another kiss. Changbin’s hands find their way into both of your hair, pulling just hard enough to make you both inhale sharply, tilting your heads back.

Its then when you come face to face with Changbin’s cock. Thick and throbbing, its right in front of both of you and you’re almost embarrassed by the way you felt your mouth water. You almost go cross-eyed staring. Movement caught your attention, and you can feel Wooyoung’s breath as he leaned closer despite the grip in his hair, kissing the side of his cock. You mirror him, running your lips over the other side.

Changbin groaned, keeping still with an impressive amount of control for someone having their dick kissed and teased by two people. Wooyoung moved his head down, lapping at Changbin’s balls and you take the opportunity to slide him into your mouth, dragging your tongue along the slit before dipping the tip if it in, purring to yourself as his hips twitched ever so slightly.

Yeonjun moved somewhere in the room, but you hardly pay it any mind as you bob your head, trying to see how far down on his cock yoy could leave your lipstick mark. Wooyoung noticed and watched with half lidded eyes as you swallow down a little over half of his cock, your eyes watering as you hold yourself down. Wooyoung smiled at you like the cat that ate the canary, moving his lips off of Changbin’s balls to gently nudge your cheek.

You move and watch Wooyoung slide down slowly, his throat bulged out as he wrapped his lips just short of the base of Changbin’s cock. You watch in wonder, seeing Wooyoung’s throat move as Changbin slowly fucked it, and you take the time to lick at Wooyoung’s bulging adam’s apple.

He moaned quietly before it turned into a choked gasp, one you shared with him as you suddenly feel the wand situated between the two of you switch on. The two of you squirm and writhe, not realizing every jolt and movement only pressed you both closer to each other, and thus kept the wand firmly in place between you.

Changbin watched you both with hooded eyes, grabbing his cock at the base and stroking it slowly in front of both of your faces without a word. He looked ready to burst, his cock flushed a lovely shade of dark pink as you and Wooyoung met in the middle, moaning around the head of his cock as you shared a kiss.

Gradually, the speed and intensity of the vibrations turned up until both you and Wooyoung were incoherently rutting against one another, moaning and kissing each other and Changbin’s cock as you chased your orgasm.

You feel your muscles tense, sweat rolling down your body as you hump and grind against Wooyoung and the toy, a coil tightening in your stomach. Wooyoung is just as bad, mouth open as swears and pleads for it not to stop cascade out of his mouth.

Changbin stepped away without you realizing, letting Yeonjun have the full shot with the best lighting as you and Wooyoung finally cum. Your pussy clenches around nothing, tears running down your cheeks as you tried-and failed-to decide if you wanted to rut more into the wand or shy away from the powerful sensations.

You wouldn’t have been able to in this state, anyway.

Wooyoung threw his head back, body jolting as he thrusted upwards, sending the head of the toy against your clit as he came all over both of your stomachs, a string of colorful words freefalling from his lips.

You whine and pant, feeling hand in your hair, and you realize Changbin has moved back into place again, stroking his cock in both of your faces, the ring discarded somewhere. Wooyoung and you both open your mouths, occasionally jolting and trembling as the toy buzzed on between you.

Changbin bit his lip hard, chest rising and falling quickly as he finally came, thick ropes of cum landing across both your faces and along your tongues. Changbin made sure to milk his cock, stroking and squeezing until every last drop had landed on either you or Wooyoung before he stepped out of the way, letting Yeonjun come close for the final shots.

You and Wooyoung look up, panting quietly before licking your lips, mirroring Yeonjun behind the camera. You glance at Wooyoung and lean up for a kiss, sharing the last few drops with him as Yeonjun filmed.

“And we’re done.” Yeonjun called, setting the camera aside and turning the wand off. You let your head thump onto Wooyoung’s shoulder as you try and catch your breath, feeling Changbin untie you both.

“You okay?” He inquired, helping you out of Wooyoung’s lap.

“Holy fuck.” You murmur after a moment, hearing all three of them burst into laughter.

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You smile and thank Changbin after he finished helping you stretch, a bottle of lotion situated on the downstairs table. He moved over to Wooyoung to help him with his sore muscles and you can see Yeonjun curled up on the couch, glasses on their face as they edited the videos and pictures.

“I hope you had fun, Y/n. I know I did.” Wooyoung hummed, smiling and giving Changbin a spiderman kiss after pulling him down to his level. You take a sip of tea as Changbin kissed him back.

“I meant it. You’re a natural.” Yeonjun praised, voice sounding absent as they cropped certain frames out of the overall video. You feel heat creep to the back of your neck as you nurse your cup of tea.

“I think…I’ll want to do some more in the future. If that’s alright with everyone here.” You say after a moment. Wooyoung and Changbin look at you in surprise and Yeonjun smiled, tilting their head to the left.

“I knew you’d be a good edition.”

“Y/n! This is great!” Wooyoung shot up and crawled over to you, setting his chin on your knees like a puppy. You could swear there were stars in his eyes as he looked at you. It made you flustered, and you lightly turn his head to look away from you, only for it to snap back where it originally was.

“This means you can choose the next set, Y/n. It’s only fair.” Changbin told you, picking Wooyoung up with ease and making him lay down as he rubbed the lotion on his legs and checked the rope marks.

You bring the cup up to your lips, smiling ever so slightly.

“I’ll take some time to think about it, then.”

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avalanchesumich · 3 months

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mastermind!au

saw a wide smirk on your face, you knew the entire time

february 11

cam was so excited, she had just gotten back on campus from finishing her valentine’s day shopping for gabe.

she hadnt been able to see him much in the last week, and now she and gabe were heading out for an afternoon coffee date.

she and gabe met in the middle of campus, and her arms immediately went around his neck, pulling him into a big hug.

“hi,” she whispered, smiling against the crook of his neck, giving it a soft peck. “missed you so much.”

“i missed you too, pretty girl,” gabe grinned, holding her tighter. he kissed the top of her head before allowing her to pull away. “how was your day?”

“good,” cam nodded. “didn’t do anything special. how was your day?”

“same,” gabe nodded. “had a morning practice, but it wasn’t too bad.”

“that’s good,” cam smiled, interlocking their fingers as they started walking. “where do you wanna go?”

“i thought we could go to that cafe a couple blocks away?” gabe suggested. “i remember you saying you wanted to try it.”

“you remember that?” cam slowed down a little, processing what he had just told her. they hadn’t talked about the place since before they broke up.

“of course i do,” gabe shrugged as if it were no big deal. “so, is that a yes or no, pretty girl?”

cam’s eyes softened as she looked up at him. she blinked and nodded. “lead the way, baby.”

the walk only lasted them about ten minutes, to which they were quiet. once they were sat at a table in the small cafe, gabe broke the silence.

“you’re coming to the game tomorrow, right?”

“yeah, of course,” cam nodded. “i don’t remember where we’re sitting, but it’s near the penalty boxes i think.”

“good,” gabe smiled softly, feeling more at ease about the game knowing that she’d be there. “hey, so i was thinking, a bunch of us were gonna watch the game tonight in the lounge. would you wanna join?”

“like the super bowl?” cam tilted her head.

“yeah,” he nodded. “taylor will be there i bet,” gabe pointed out, just wanting her to be there with him.

cam giggled, covering her mouth with her hand for a moment before shaking her head. “i love you.”

gabe’s eyebrows raised slightly, and his lips tilted up in a slight smirk when he saw her register what she said. “i think i knew that already, pretty girl.”

cam’s jaw dropped slightly at the confession. “you knew? what do you mean you knew?”

“baby, i know you like the back of my hand,” gabe explained. he reached over and intertwined their hands. “i’ve been waiting for you to say it for months.”

cam’s eyes softened at his words and she felt like her heart had stopped.

“hey,” gabe squeezed her hand, bringing her back to reality. “i love you.”

cam shook her head, looking down at their hands as her cheeks got pinker than usual.

“so? super bowl? yes, no, maybe so?”

cam pretended to think about it, knowing she knew what she was gonna say before he even brought taylor swift into it.

“i suppose i could,” she nodded, smiling at the grin that broke out on her boyfriend’s face.

#mastermind!au #gabe perreault x makar!sister

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cringefailclown-gallery · 2 months

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WELCOME TO MY DITCH

How to navigate this blog:

if you want to see a specific character art, go to the character name tag (for example "#dirk strider")

if youre here for an au, i have several. the most notorious ones are "#turnabout au", "#cam cafe au" and "#ultkri au"

if you want to see a specific ship, search for ship tag ("#jakehal" "#dirkjake" etc.)

art thats not homestuck related will be posted under "#not homestuck". its empty for now *crickets*

#navigation

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kabra-malvada · 1 year

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You see, earlier today I was brainrotting over your animal crossing boys, as usual. But then Mime Eclipse popped up. Then STEAMPUNK BOYS popped up. AND NOW I'M THINKING ABOUT THE CAFE AU-

Essentially, I'm kissing all of your aus, all the time. How dare you make me this down bad

🔴 Live Daun cam:

#all of them luv u #enjoy!#ask kabra

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drmflm · 2 years

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—summary: you longed for the same things as he— and as your worlds went up in smoke, and ash burned in your souls, you craved the love and emotion, the kiss and the devotion.

—pairing: namjoon x gn!reader

—word count: 2.5k

—genre: ANGST

—au: cafe au, s2f2l2s, philosophical

—rating: 18+ (see warnings + note)

—warnings: fire and a burning building, brief making out, feelings of loss, characters are slightly suicidal, cynicism, heartbreak, intense sadness, figurative use of disease/poison, death (as a concept, no characters die)

—note: there’s one scene that i tried to keep it as brief as possible, and i still think u should definitely not read if any of the above trigger you, even a little. i was pretty philosophical w this one which is why there are so many warnings 😅

—collab: this is inspired by people watching by conan gray, and part of the “superache summer” collab with @sunshinejunghoseokie and @pjmsdior ! thank u cam for the lovely banner once again!

—masterlist

Love is a disease of the brain: it slinks up the spine and sets every nerve alight, it messes the conscience till it goes into overdrive. There is no limits when it comes to love, and it often ends in tragedy one way or another. Because that’s what a disease is; love is simply an unhappy ending glamourized as a peaceful one.

That’s why you were there, The Heartbreak Cafe, a spot for the broken-hearted. People usually brushed singles off to the side, or they looked at them with pity. After all, it seemed as though being loveless was the worst place of all in this world.

And searching for love was an arduous affair. There was no end to pursuing dis-ease. In fact, it was a disease in itself to try and catch something that, once you had in your grasp, would only poison you.

But it was an intoxicating poison, and with it came a rich experience you’ve only ever had a taste of. You wanted that fervour of loving someone to drive you mad with passion and desire, to make every touch feel breathy and ethereal.

But there was none of that. Because love wasn’t like that.

And the only fool who was silly enough to hate their salvation was you. That was why you were there, in the Cozy Cafe, a quaint cafe across the street from the dilapidated one you frequented.

It was too bright—there were too many happy couples surrounding you, with unbearable giggles and frustrating displays of affection that made you feel sick to the heart.

“One iced caramel macchiato and a butter croissant,” you ordered when the barista came around. Paying your dues, you were engulfed in your misery so deeply that you intentionally kept your awareness away from your surroundings.

“Just drizzle caramel into the cup before pouring in the milk,” the barista instructed to her trainee—and oh…

“Okay, I got it,” he replied, and you were stunned when his eyes locked on yours. “Iced caramel macchiato for Y/n?”

You nodded gratefully, standing up to receive your order. A few moments later, your croissant came, and you headed off, mind still admiring the barista’s beauty.

Perhaps now you had an incentive to go back to being heartbroken.

“Iced caramel macchiato with a butter croissant?” A voice asked as you wandered in, fifth morning in a row. “I remember you,” he said with a bright smile.

“You bet,” you replied, smiling at him as well. “I need my morning caffeine before I start my work day.”

“Oh, what do you do?” He asked curiously as he handed you your receipt.

“Well, I’m not entirely sure what my title is yet, but I work with plants,” you lied, sitting in your usual seat by the counter. “Spring is always a crazy time.”

He nodded, “That’s so cool though. You must really love what you do.”

You grimaced, “I do, but it’s not what I really wanted to do.”

You thought he was going to ask what that was, but he didn’t. When he handed you your coffee and croissant, he tended to another customer, but his attentive eyes stayed on you, up until you walked out the door.

You thought about him more that evening, his sparkling eyes pooling warmth in your heart and soaking your brain with happiness. Already, the stirrings of your disease were presenting themselves to you, eager to destroy.

The more you knew him, the more dangerous it became. What started as behind-the-counter chitchat, evolved to a blooming friendship, where you often spent time together at the cafe, or at art museums on his off days.

When seasons changed, and you started ordering hot coffees, it was as though everything had changed with them. You had a thick blanket of camaraderie swathed atop you both, bringing you closer and closer together. But how close was too close? How much farther could you go before you breached the precarious border between friends and… something more fierce and terrifying?

You craved it with him. You craved to kiss those cherry lips of his and to feel that love disease in your veins, in your heart, in your everything.

And maybe it was because you were lonely, but you liked him, wanted him, needed him. It was as though he composed the foundations of this earth.

Maybe you should have been more careful, falling for someone such as him. But the lure of danger was tempting—much too tempting for your mortal heart to bear.

But love hurt, right? Love was poison. Was it worth the risk? Was he worth it? Your heart broke at your own hesitation, a firm reminder of the cynicism that was now engraved unto your soul. A lot of people despised that about you— but Namjoon enjoyed your individual philosophy, so perhaps he’d take that more kindly than all of the others you’d liked before him.

Thinking about him made it worse, and when your hands found the stem of the flower, you couldn’t help but wince at the snap of the stem, cringe at the crumpling petals in your hand, and shudder at the damage you had inflicted upon it.

It reminded you of the bleak reality that everything you loved would one day be destroyed. Whether it was a person, a thing, a pet… everything fell apart eventually. Houses decomposed, pets perished, humans left. There was no such thing as permanence in this world. It was simply a construct, intangible and rooted in the imagination.

Love was a diseased flower. There was only so long its beauty would last before it revealed its ugliness to you, before it brought with it swift grimness, followed by decomposing and grotesque sights that reeked of its own misery. Love lived to enforce nature’s vows of balance, to bring youth into the world, whilst swiftly eradicating the old till only the fresh remained. And you were withering away—the next on its kill list.

You held the broken flower in your hands, and for once in your life you were in awe of how beautiful something broken was. The broken stem and the withered petals were priceless in their death, they were the epitome of your fervour, a byproduct of your passion, a victim of one’s aggression.

Something in your hand was broken by love, withered by passion, devastated by aggression… and yet, why was it that it was still so beautiful? Why was it that everything beautiful in the world was always so broken?

Spread upon your table was a pile of broken things—a broken stem, a broken petal, a broken flower. And the more you stared the more you realized that you were that table, you were that flower… you were an amalgamation of so many beautiful, broken parts.

So when the thoughts of him subsided, you were back to being who you were—whole and complete in your brokenness, a unified persona of everything that had ever been broken within you.

And you relished in it, knowing that once you were broken, you were stronger, tougher, and unpredictable. Nobody would ever understand a person who harmonized with their brokenness in the way in which you were doing so. Nobody understood the debilitating madness that descended upon you when you understood the finality of being a broken thing.

And Namjoon was no different. He would never see you as anything more than what you were: beautifully broken and breaking at the seams.

For a time, your life became so bleak that you found yourself dreading the weekends, eager to see Namjoon and then promptly throw yourself into your work to avoid facing the reality of your terrible life.

It was easier to avoid everything than to face the fact that everything—your misery, your negative mindset, and misfortune—was all because you didn’t want to escape the thick veil of cynicism you conditioned yourself to follow.

So when you sat down, waiting for your order, you watched him from afar, placing the croissant in the oven to warm it up, before making eye contact with you.

You held his gaze for a little while, until another customer rang the bell—another regular who you’d seen around. When he turned away, you looked away, trying not to think about it.

For a few moments, you remembered every moment you spent together. From that time you two watched a philosophical comedy at the theatre, to the casual outings you spent together, you never recalled a time you didn’t feel joy with him.

You never knew whether or not he felt the same as you, but a part of you wished you did. Because maybe he could’ve been more than a stranger.

But you didn’t know, and you never would.

As the smoke began clouding the air, and the alarm started blaring, and the water started spraying, you cried—cried as the smoke burned your eyes, cried as you were engulfed with the knowledge you meant nothing to him. You were just an acquaintance.

“Y/n, we need to get out of here, now! The fire is—” Namjoon said quickly, ushering you out of your seat.

“Namjoon,” you said, and for a second you didn’t know what came over you, but you held his wrist gently. Orange painted shadows across the room. “Namjoon—“

“Can I kiss you?” You asked, and as the smoke filled your hearts and he nodded his consent, you brazenly kissed one another, hands wandering and bodies cradling one another before you parted, as flames wrapped along the walls.

You didn’t care about the fact that you were in a burning building. What mattered was that you heart was already burnt, singed like the walls and fluttering away like smoke.

It didn’t matter anymore, as long as you had this one moment.

You ran, pulling him along, and escaping out the door—sanity finally returning to you, adrenaline pumping bouts of energy into your empty heart.

By the time you reached safety—he was gone.

You always knew you were destined for heartbreak. When things got too good and you tried for something more fulfilling, when a piece of you yearned to try—you always ended up in the same place.

Sitting in the abandoned Heartbreak Cafe, your eyes tracked the remnants of the previous cafe you frequented.

And hell, it wasn’t just the croissants that had you coming back, that made that place feel cozy like a home. It was him, and with his absence… it was like nothing ever existed. He put life into the place.

You knew he was clumsy and that was why he forgot the croissant in the oven till it burned.

But it was because of you too.

You never understood what was going on in that beautiful mind of his—and you were also equally surprised at your own heart, your own feelings.

Because you were numb, always numb. You didn’t feel anything unless it was a disease. So why was it that you felt something so beautiful when you were with him? What was that beautiful, whole feeling that you felt?

Because you were broken, so very broken. Why was it so refreshing to want the something that was so bad for you?

You didn’t want to remember him, but as you stared at the remnants of what used to be yours… you were fraught with the knowledge that you lost it all.

You lost everything, and while you watched happy families stop and stare at the carnage, as you watched happy couples laugh in the park and married elderly who still held hands after thirty years… you felt more alone than ever before.

Immersed in your thoughts, you unconsciously traced frowning faces in the dust collected on the tabletops, startling as you heard a chair screech beside you.

Looking up, your expression turned watery as you looked away from the newcomer, training your eyes in front of you.

“Quite a view isn’t it?”

You nodded, “Yeah. A lot was lost there.”

He nodded before sinking into the chair next to you, “I don’t ever recall seeing you in here before.”

“I used to come here a lot,” you said, not looking at him because it hurt. It hurt to be treated like a stranger after everything you had done together, after every moment you shared.

“Ever since Cozy closed, I’ve been coming here too,” he said, but his voice was cold, lacking depth. “I’m Namjoon.”

“Y/n,” you said, and before you knew what you were doing, you stood up and grabbed your things. “It was nice meeting you.”

He grimaced, closing his eyes before ducking his head, “Why did you kiss me?”

You shook your head, shrugged your shoulders, “I don’t know. I felt something then—something that left when you did.”

He nodded, “I wish we could have had what others have.”

You laughed but it didn’t even feel real, “I don’t. I don’t because when I did it always ended just like this.” You brushed a tear from your eye, “I’ve always wanted to feel all that love and emotion, but—“

Your fingers shook as you held the doorknob, the creaking door hanging crookedly in the frame. You took a shuddering breath, before looking at him one last time, “I fell for you without caution, and I guess it was good in a way, because for now, I’ll just keep people-watching.”

You stepped out the door and turned looked back at him one more time, “It’s safer, less harmful, than if someone like me ever tries to love again.”

“Y/n—“ he said, standing up and walking towards you.

“Don’t,” you replied, holding up a hand. “Just don’t. Please.”

He stopped, looking stricken for a moment before hanging his head, “I’m sorry.”

He walked towards you again, “We don’t know each other. We will never know each other again, so let me tell you this one thing,” he swallowed, before continuing, “please don’t remember me. Please let me go and enjoy your life, don’t stop trying. Don’t let me be the one who ruined it all for you. Please.”

You hesitated, and before you knew it, he was right in front of you, “Y/n, please.”

Finally, you nodded, “I promise. M-maybe one day we’ll meet again.”

And with a watery smile, you left.

#c;all #namjoon fluff #bts fluff #rm fluff #bts x you #namjoon x you #bts x reader #namjoon #namjoon x reader #bts au #bts fic #bts namjoon smut #bts scenario #namjoon scenario #namjoon imagines #bts angst #bts oneshot #c;fics

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birgittesilverbae · 1 year

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Has Camila met Ava in the dads AU? (Assuming Camila is one of Bea/Lilith’s friends)

first intrusive thought is cam as the ava/bea/lilith relationship counselor

all three of them squashed together on a couch in her office

camila: so how does that make you feel

bea, under her breath: lilith do you think those windows open outwards

lilith: only one way to find out

ava: we're on the fourth floor you idiots

Ava on the edge of her cushion looking very engaged, one hand on Lilith's knee the other holding Bea's hand, Lilith and Bea sitting as far back against the couch as they can and wishing they could sink into the ground

second intrusive thought is Cam as another teacher (though this is quickly discarded as I see Cam more as one of those unhinged HS science faculty members who shoot potato guns at the school and break windows)

third tamest thought is cam working on freelance stuff in a cafe when ava and bea come in for a twee little coffee date and just Observing them over the top of her laptop until Bea sneaks up on her and is like "can you stop" and Cam goes "yeah, if you introduce me to her"

#fic: dads #ava x beatrice x lilith #ask #anon

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cringefail-clown · 3 months

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some cam cafe au doodles ft. becquerel! i imagine jake adopted him from a shelter he works at. hes a very good boi

#homestuck #homestuck au #cam cafe au #jake english #hal strider #lil hal #jakehal #haljake #becquerel #hals not a dog person but hed die for bec #i cant fucking draw dogs im so sorry

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lveclouds · 2 years

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↬ pairing: barista! jungkook x office worker reader, other members will make appearances/be mentioned

↬ genre/aus: heavy angst, non idol au, fluff (mainly from flashbacks), lovers to exes, semi-sad ending, slight barista/cafe au

↬ summary: in which moving on completely from your ex-boyfriend turns to be extremely difficult, especially when he suddenly shows up on your doorstep, asking to spend the night.

↬ rating(s): pg15, nc17 (see warnings)

↬ tw: heavy swearing, mentions of alcohol, mild alcohol consumption (reader gets a bit tipsy), sad ending (ish), this drabble is basically 99% angst, jungkook is an absolute sweetheart but kind of bad at feelings and communicating (yikes), heartbreak (reader deserves the world in this fic thank you <3), mentions of arguing (brief), miscommunication/misunderstandings (sighs), slightly insecure reader, brief mentions of neglect (brief), confrontation (reader and jungkook talk things out)

wc: 8.4k

a/n: this drabble is part of my ‘footnote’ drabble series, as well as the ‘superache summer’ collab, hosted by @sunshinejunghoseokie <33333 i hope you all are enjoying these drabbles as much as i do, and i’m so so glad to be posting more again, i’ve missed writing fics and posting them <3 also i hope summer is treating everyone well <3 + this absolutely stunning fic banner was made by none other than the talented @sunshinejunghoseokie <3333 (TYSM CAM MWAH ILU<3) + this drabble is loosely based off the song ‘memories’ by conan gray, the icon himself <3

the months that followed your devastating breakup with jungkook would’ve been absolute hell, if it weren’t for your best friends, jimin, namjoon, hoseok, seokjin, taehyung, and yoongi. they made sure to drop by your apartment often, usually to drop off tupperwares laden with food, or just to keep you company. otherwise, you were completely and utterly alone most of the time, wallowing in your self pity and sobbing into your pillow, feeling your heart ache irrevocably at the memory of light brown doe eyes and muscular tattooed arms holding you close at night.

it’d been difficult, to forget the warmth in your heart, at the mere mention of jungkook’s name, for you often heard about him from your colleagues at work, how he’d had a longtime girlfriend and that it was a shame someone as attractive as him was single. the old hoodies hanging in the closet and the worn photographs scattered on your bedroom floor were a cruel yet bittersweet reminder of what’d once been the happiest time of your life.

you’d met jungkook through jimin, who had a part-time shift at a nearby cafe, and the former was the newly hired intern. he’d had bright, cherry red hair then, and his arms weren’t covered with colorful tattoos, but was still unbelievably handsome, soft-spoken, and had a heart of gold. it hadn’t taken long before you and jungkook had seemingly hit it off, bonding over your love of romantic movies and photography.

jungkook had asked you out no more than two weeks of knowing each other, and you’d accepted. he’d taken you to an amusement park on your first date, being an absolute sweetheart the entire time, paying for any sugary treats and drinks you wanted, and insisting on holding your hand when he’d drag you on the roller coasters with lots of loops and twists and turns. he’d also won you a giant stuffed panda bear from one of those infamous carnival games that was supposedly rigged.

the night had ended with him dropping you off at your apartment, much to your insistence that you’d be perfectly fine taking an uber or calling one of your friends to pick you up. jungkook had gone the extra mile to walk you to your door. you’d shyly thanked him for the fun night and for taking you home, readjusting your grip on the giant stuffed panda, arms straining with the effort.

and, before you could even blink, you felt a soft pair of lips on your cheek, the kiss butterfly soft and almost fleeting. you caught a whiff of peach and cherry blossom, and you felt your cheeks burn. jungkook had given you a soft smile, light brown eyes glittering with mirth. “have a good night, y/n. i had a great time tonight.”

slowly but surely, you found yourself slowly falling for jungkook, the guy with sparkly doe eyes and a kind heart. you’d discovered that he was avid marvel fan, and had confessed to watching the first iron man film multiple times. “it’s kind of embarrassing, i mean, what normal twenty three year old geeks out over superhero films? he’d said during a picnic date, cheeks pink, and you’d immediately shaken your head. “it’s nothing to be ashamed about jungkook, i think it’s amazing that you’re not afraid to be so passionate about something. in fact, its’s quite endearing.”

jungkook’s answering grin, light brown eyes bright and full of pure, unadulterated joy, was enough to make your heart ache. and before you could talk yourself out of it, you’d mustered up the courage to confess a mere three months later. it’d been nothing short of emotional, tears threatening to spill from the looming and impending fear that jungkook would scorn you. instead, jungkook had pulled you into a dizzying kiss that left you breathless and flustered. the dazzling grin he’d given you after, eyes crinkling at the corners, had made your pulse quicken.

“idiot, i was wondering when to confess to you, and here you are, nearly sobbing in the middle of a park because of me.” he’d chided, tone light and teasing, and you’d laughed, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. from then on, your relationship with jungkook had grown more intimate. there were many dates, of course, from ice skating at lotte world to bar hopping, getting a bit tipsy from a few glasses of wine, it’d al felt straight out of a cliche romantic film.

jungkook was also quite the spontaneous type, it seemed, for he’d sometimes call you at ungodly hours at night, asking if you wanted to go for a late night drive with him. of course, you’d accept, and you’d hold hands over the center console, feeling the cool, summer air wash over you, humming along softly to dean and troye sivan. those moments, when it was just you jungkook, and the open road were almost magical, and you never wanted them to end.

when jungkook had decided to move in with you, it’d felt like a dream come true. you’d wake up curled into his side, studying his sharp profile, illuminated by the early morning sun, and, sometimes, you’d reach out and trace the slope of his jaw with your finger, as if to make sure you weren’t dreaming. you relished in the feeling of his strong arms around you, which were now covered with colorful tattoos.

you’d lazily trace them with a finger, following the intricate lines, and ask jungkook what they meant. he was all the more happy to indulge you, and you listened to his deep yet soft as he explained the stories behind the art drawn onto his body. and despite his insistences that you’d get bored of hearing about them, you told him over and over that you’d never tire of hearing about the meanings behind his tattoos, no matter how silly they seemed to him.

as they say, all good things must come to an end, and your relationship with jungkook was no exception. there was the fighting and arguing, like the one time he’d forgotten your one year anniversary, and you’d tried not to resent him for it, for the cafe had been unbelievably busy that day, and that was something jungkook had had no control over.

jungkook had come home, tired and worn out, evident dark circles under his eyes from lack of sleep, and saw you sitting at the kitchen table, still dressed in a stunning rose pink dress you’d saved up for months to be able to afford, eyebrows creasing with confusion. “why are you all dressed up like that?” was all he’d said, and that’d been the last straw.

you’d shouted at him, allowing the overwhelming amount of anger and sadness you’d kept bottled up for hours to spill, feeling fresh tears well up in your eyes. jungkook had just stood there, slack-jawed, doe eyes widening as realization dawned over him. “wait, was today a special occasion?” he’d asked, and you’d fought the urge to laugh.

“today was our first year anniversary, you asshole.” you’d spat, and had immediately ran out of the apartment, hastily grabbing jungkook’s car keys off the hook near the door, making a point to slam it behind you. you’d known then, that you were being a little overdramatic, but it was the first time that jungkook had ever made you feel so unloved, so neglected, and you couldn’t stand to be around him at the time.

so, you’d driven fifteen minutes to jimin’s house, and had stood on his doorstep like a madwoman, knocking on the door. said male had answered within minutes, clad in an oversized orange hoodie and black sweatpants, lavendar hair a bit mussed from sleep. “y/n?” he’d mumbled, voice still heavy with sleep, and you’d immediately felt guilty, for showing up unannounced at his house at eleven thirty at night.

then, you’d let out a choked sob, unable to hold back tears, and jimin had immediately pulled you into his arms, strong and warm, whispering comforting words in your ear and rubbing soothing circles on your back. it’d taken a entire ten minutes for you to stop sobbing, and then jimin ushered you inside, scolding you gently for not wearing a sweater.

he’d guided you to sit on his living room couch, draping a warm, fuzzy blanket over you shoulders, and disappeared into the kitchen to make you a warm cup of tea. when jimin returned with the tea, you’d taken the mug from him, hands slightly shaky, and sipped on it lightly. after a long stretch of silence, jimin asked, voice ever so gentle, “did something happen?”

you’d then tearfully explained to him that jungkook had forgotten your one year anniversary due to him being so busy with work. with each and every word, you’d seen jimin’s forest green eyes grow dark, jaw clenching. though the male had quit working at the cafe, having found a position as a dance instructor at a local dance studio, he’d still drop by his former workplace often, to check up on jungkook, or sometimes just for a quick cup of coffee.

“that prick.” jimin had growled, voice uncharacteristically cold. you’d tried to placate him, trying to reassure him that you were just being overdramatic about the entire situation, but your friend was having none of it. “no, you have every right to be angry. he shouldn’t have forgotten your anniversary in the first place, that’s just him being a neglectful partner. also, i hate that he had the audacity to ask if there was a special occasion when seeing you in this gorgeous dress. that fucking idiot, wait until i get my hands on him, i will not hesitate to kick his sorry ass.”

you’d merely slumped on the couch cushions, feeling utterly defeated, knowing deep down that jimin had a point. jimin’s expression had softened by a fraction, and he’d wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “i’m sorry about that. i just got so pissed off hearing about how jungkook practically neglected you. he’s a good person, he is, but he tends to get in his head a lot and isn’t the best at expressing his emotions sometimes. that being said, that’s no excuse for forgetting something as major as an anniversary.”

you’d let out a shaky sigh, and let jimin hold you, resting your head on his shoulder. “t-that’s the thing, i tried not to resent him for it, knowing how important work is to him, but i just saw him and i couldn’t h-hold back. all my emotions just spilled out of me like an overflowing sink.” you’d mumbled, feeling more defeated and exhausted than anything. you’d also made a point to apologize to jimin for the sudden intrusion, and the latter had merely shaken his head.

“darling, no need to apologize. if my house is considered a safe space for you, and i hope it is, feel free to come over anytime. i mean it. you’re never a bother. if jungkook’s still an asshole to you, feel free to come running to me.” you’d never felt more grateful for jimin’s presence that day, for he did his best to comfort you and take your mind off a relationship that seemed to be meetings its end, by watching shitty rom-coms and letting you raid his kitchen for snacks.

that fight had ended with jungkook showing up on jimin’s doorstep the following morning, light brown eyes full of unshed tears, pure desperation on his face. the latter had merely looked at him with an unreadable expression, though his forest green eyes were glinting dangerously. “jungkook, what brings you here this fine morning?” jimin had drawled, regarding him cooly.

the former had demanded to see you, frantically explaining that you hadn’t been answering your calls or texts, and that he just wanted to know that you were safe. jimin had scoffed, abruptly cutting jungkook off. “well, considering that she showed up here at eleven thirty last night, in nothing but that gorgeous dress, that, mind you, she wore for a special occasion that you forgot about, with tears streaming down her face.” his tone had been sickly sweet, and yet you could hear the hint of malice hidden underneath.

when you’d noticed that jungkook was slowly becoming frustrated, from the way his hands were curling into tight fists, as well as the telltale clenching of his jaw, you’d decided enough was enough. you’d slowly got up from where you were watching on the couch, and sidled up beside jimin, giving your boyfriend a tight smile.

“hi, jungkook.” you’d mumbled, ignoring how your heart ached at the pure relief in his eyes at the sight of you. “y/n, i was so worried, and you didn’t pick up or respond to my texts-” “oh, so now you’re worried?” you’d snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence. jungkook’s face crumpled, shoulders slumping in defeat. “now you ask about my well-being? what about last night when i’d gotten all dressed up for our one year anniversary, which, if you didn’t already realize, you’d completely forgotten about.” you’d remarked crossly, and saw jungkook’s face pale.

“what?” he’d breathed, and, next to you, jimin let out a cold, heartless laugh. “yeah, you asswipe, your one year anniversary was yesterday, and what did you do? abandon your lovely girlfriend, whom, may i remind you, that you definitely do not deserve, off for work, of all things.” jimin had sneered, mouth twisting in a cruel smile. jungkook’s eyes were welling up with tears, crestfallen. “i-it was our anniversary? why didn’t you tell me? i would’ve-”

“would’ve what, jungkook? tried to take off work when the cafe was at its busiest? your boss would’ve had your head if you did that.” it was indeed true, for the person that ran the cafè jungkook now worked at full-time was known to be quite the stickler for rules.

“i really tried not to resent you for it, since i know how important your job is to you. but, i’d be lying if i said it didn’t hurt. and maybe i’m being overdramatic, but it was the first time that’d you neglected me, at least, it felt like you did. and, when you saw me in that dress, which, mind you, i’d saved up for months to be able to afford, you asked me why i was wearing it. i mean, if you were me, wouldn’t you feel hurt? you don’t get to come over here and act like you care when last night you clearly didn’t. i get that you were exhausted, jungkook, i understand that completely, but the fact that our anniversary was more of an afterthought to you fucking hurts.”

you’d been a sobbing mess when you’d finished ranting, and jimin had pulled you into his arms immediately, rubbing comforting circles onto your back, giving jungkook a wide berth. “you see how fucking devastated she is?” he’d said hotly, glaring daggers at the aforementioned male.

jungkook had then fallen to his knees, tears spilling from his eyes, voice quivering with every word that fell from his lips. you’d taken pity on him, unable to stand the sight of him looking so wrecked and utterly devastated. though jimin hadn’t said anything, the amused smile tugging at the corners of his lips was a telltale sign that he was happy that you’d finally made up.

then, everything had seemingly gone back to normal, for jungkook had become more attentive, and you’d started communicating more. but, there was always this lingering fear inside you that the happiness you felt wouldn’t last long. thus, after a few more months of complete and utter bliss, it’d all came crashing down, just as you’d dreaded.

jungkook had began to pull away from you, purposely turning his head away when you’d tried to kiss him before he left for work, so that your lips hit his cheek instead, your dates became rushed, and he’d leave without so much as a goodbye, and visibly flinch every time your hands so much as brushed one another. he again became so focused on work that you seemed more of an afterthought.

there were many nights where you slept at jimin’s house, unable to bear living in the same space as jungkook, who’d seemed less like your boyfriend and more of a stranger. jimin would hold you as you’d cry into his shoulder, lamenting about how you wished things were different. unlike before, it’d taken no time at all for you to resent jungkook for his behavior once again, and, after months and months of enduring a relationship where you felt unloved and unimportant, you’d decided that it was better if you ended things.

you finally confronted jungkook, confessing that it was exhausting pretending that everything was okay and that you were content with being in a relationship where you didn’t feel cherished or important. the look of utter devastation and confusion that flashed across jungkook’s face was one you’d never forget the sight of.

his light brown eyes, the very ones you used to adore, had filled with unshed tears, desperate pleas spilling from his lips, begging for you not to leave, that he would change, that he would work on himself, and try to make things better again. it’d taken all of your self control and resolve not to throw yourself into his arms again.

instead, you’d shaken your head softly, a sad smile curling at the corners of your mouth. “i’m sorry, jungkook, but maybe you and i weren’t meant to be together. thank you for showing me what it was like to be loved and cherished, and for giving me a shoulder to cry on, for taking me on the most amazing and fun dates i’ve ever had in my life. but, i bared my heart and soul to you, and all i get in return are empty promises. i can’t take any more of that, jungkook. so please, stop promising me things that you’ll never keep to. don’t get my hopes up, don’t give me that sense of hope that maybe you’ll change, you’ll try to be better. because i know that despite your efforts, we’ll end up going back to how we were these last few months.”

it’d been difficult, to walk away from the one person that you’d bared your heart and soul to, but, in the end, it was for the best. jungkook moved out within a week, and you didn’t bother to bid him farewell, for the sight of him would’ve been too much to bear. and, in the months that followed, after jungkook was no longer a part of your life, jimin enlisted the help of yoongi, namjoon, hoseok, taehyung, and seokjin to check up on you every now and then, making sure that you were doing alright, that you were eating, that you were getting enough sleep.

the last thing you’d expected was to find jeon jungkook, your ex-boyfriend, standing on your doorstep at exactly nine thirty pm, amidst one stormy summer night, drenched from head to toe, shivering slightly. “jungkook?” said male gave you a sheepish grin, rocking back and forth nervously on his heels. “h-hi. how’ve you been?”

you hated the way the deep and soft timbre of his voice sent a shiver down your spine, loathed that jungkook still had an effect on you. you gave him a polite, tight-lipped smile. “i’m alright, what about you?” jungkook shuffled awkwardly on his feet. “work’s been keeping me busy, for the most part.” rain splashed down onto your driveway, turning the world into mist and water, and the smell of petrichor lingering in the warm summer air.

“what are you doing here?” it must’ve come out harsher than intended, for you saw jungkook visibly wince. “i-i know that i’m the last person you want to see right now, a-and i would’ve gone to jimin hyung’s, but we kind of fell out of touch after we broke up, and i doubt he’d appreciate me showing up on his doorstep with no warning. and, everyone else i know weren’t available, so i guess my only option was you. i have no where else to go, and i kind of took the bus here since my car broke down and i still haven’t gotten it fixed yet. s-so, i was wondering if i could spend the night? i promise i’ll be gone by tomorrow morning.”

you tensed at his words. stay the night? is he insane? you fought the urge to laugh out loud from disbelief. your ex-boyfriend, the person you’d bared your heart and soul to, was standing on your doorstep, asking to spend the night, of all things.

you drank in the sight of him, summer rain had plastered his hair to his forehead, and soaked his loose, gray shirt, which did nothing to hide the breadth of his shoulders and chest, and his black shorts stuck to his muscular thighs. jungkook was still as handsome as ever, black hair now a icy blue, which only accentuated the light brown of his eyes.

your heart clenched at how gorgeous he still was, and immediately hated yourself for it. you loosed a breath. “ok, fine, you can stay for the night, but if you try anything, i’m kicking you out immediately.” you hated, hated, the way jungkook’s nervous expression morphed into one of absolute gratitude and relief. “thank you.” he mumbled, and you shook your head. “don’t mention it. as much as i can’t stand the sight of you, i’m not so heartless to leave you out in the rain.”

jungkook’s mouth curved into an amused smile. “well, i’m honored then.” “you should be.” it was scary how natural the exchange was, for you hadn’t seen the aforementioned male in months and it’d felt as if no time had passed between you, like he hadn’t shattered your heart. as he moved past you, you caught a faint whiff of his scent, peach and cherry blossom, and you loathed the way your pulse quickened.

your ex-boyfriend stood now in the middle of your living room, shuffling awkwardly, fiddling with his hands, drenched head to toe with rain, and was probably getting water on your carpet, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. “let me get you a towel and some clothes.” you murmured.

you retrieved a spare towel from your closet, as well as one of jungkook’s old shirts that he hadn’t bothered to take, as well as a pair of sweatpants, and headed back towards the living room, with your heart in your stomach. everything hurt, and all of your memories with the man you’d once loved were now flashing across your mind.

you plastered on what you’d hoped was a convincing smile as you handed jungkook the clothes and towel, careful not to let your fingers brush against his. his light brown eyes widened at the worn black shirt in his hands. “is this mine?” he asked, voice a bit shaky, and you gulped nervously, eyes drifting towards the floor. “it is, you’d forgotten it when you moved out, and, for some reason, i couldn’t bring myself to throw it out. some of your shirts are still in my closet.”

“i-i’ll go change.” jungkook said quietly, and you nodded, moving to sit on the couch. as soon as he was out of earshot, you slumped against the couch cushions, mind reeling. what the hell? he can’t just show up so suddenly and pretend like everything’s okay. not when he- stop. it’s not like he asked you to get back together with him or anything.

some thirty minutes later, jungkook sauntered into the living room, drying his hair with the fluffy towel you’d given him earlier, his black shirt tight around his shoulders and chest, and you fought down the blush that threatened to form. the muscles in his arms flexed as he dried his hair, and you cursed yourself mentally for noticing. don’t be a creep.

“i hope you don’t mind that i took a shower.” “not at all.” you managed to say, voice calmer than you felt. jungkook gave you a small smile, a tiny dimple indenting in his cheek, and god, your heart was much too weak for this. the couch dipped as he plopped down unceremoniously next to you, folding the towel and placing it on the coffee table.

a long stretch of silence fell over you, and you fidgeted nervously with your hands, unsure of what to say. after a while, jungkook awkwardly cleared his throat. “c-can we talk?” “of course we can, jungkook, it’s not like we’re strangers.” “i mean, can we talk about what happened? between us i mean.”

you froze, your stomach curling with dread. this was what you were afraid of by inviting jungkook to stay the night, that he’d want to talk about how your relationship failed. “there’s nothing to talk about jungkook, we weren’t meant to be together, and that’s that. there’s nothing to discuss, and you made that very clear months ago, when you practically treated me like a stranger.”

at this, jungkook’s expression grew forlorn, and his light brown eyes were dark with regret. “i hated myself for treating you the way that i did, even after we broke up. you were nothing but kind, loving, and just an amazing partner, and i was the opposite. i constantly pushed you away, and let work take priority over the one person that i ever truly loved with all my heart. i know i never said anything like that to you, but i promise you that i did, and that i never regretted it, asking you out or our relationship in general. you were the only person that put up with my bullshit.”

he took a deep, shaky breath, and kept going. “i’ve never been good at relationships, hell, i even ruined my friendship with jimin hyung, who was my one and only really close friend, and one of the only people who wasn’t afraid to call me out on my bullshit. jimin hyung would tell me that i fucked up or that i was being a complete ass, straight to my face. i think that’s one of the reasons why i admire him so much, he’s not afraid to tell people how he really feels, he’s not afraid to be honest and upfront. he’s not scared of being vulnerable.”

“i’ve always been shit at expressing myself, i tend to build these walls around me and not let people in, which is why i’m not super close with a lot of my friends. i have a hard time expressing my desires, or even just my feelings. i’ve also never been in love with someone, at least, that is, where i can see myself growing old with them. i know none of this is an excuse for the way i treated you, like a complete stranger and not the person i cherish most in this world, and for that i’m sorry. apologies are pointless, especially now that we’re no longer together, but i wanted to do as much in front of you. you’re the most amazing person i’ve ever met, and you did not deserve to be treated like absolute garbage.”

you fought back tears, hands clenching the soft fabric of your hoodie. “then why? why did you pull away from me? why did you act as if you didn’t love me?” jungkook’s light brown eyes glinted with unshed tears. “because i was scared. scared that if i was vulnerable and open with you, that you’d think that i’m not strong enough, that i was weak.”

you gaped at him, feeling fresh and hot tears slide down your cheeks. “w-why would you ever think that? you being open and vulnerable with me was all i wanted, jungkook. i just wanted you to be honest with me.” a sad smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “i’m shit at communicating.” “i’m not sure why i thought that way, i guess it’s because you’re such a strong person that i wanted to show you that i could be like that too.”

your heart ached. all this time, it was because he was afraid of baring his heart to me? you sniffled. “d-did you not trust me?” at that, jungkook’s eyes grew wide. “no, of course not! you were one of the only people that i trusted the most.” “t-then why didn’t you tell me anything? why did you push me away? why did you make me feel like i was completely and utterly alone?” you lamented, unable to keep the tears at bay, feeling your body shake with soft sobs.

jungkook’s eyes flitted over to you, tears of his own sliding down his cheeks, voice cracking. “because i knew i truly didn’t deserve you, not even for one second. you deserve someone better, someone who won’t push you away or treat you like a stranger, someone who will hold and comfort you when things go to shit, and someone who will love you better than me, someone who will cherish and love you for the rest of your life, someone who will be open and honest with you.”

your heart felt as if could shatter at any second, and your chest felt tight, and your mind was spinning, and the tears wouldn’t stop coming. you hated every shuddering, stupid gasp. hated the naked pain in jungkook’s eyes as he stared at you, silent sobs racking his body.

“this was a mistake. i shouldn’t have let you in, we have too much history together.” you found yourself saying some minutes later, surprised that you sounded calmer than you felt. jungkook just nodded, shoulders slumping in defeat. “you’re right, i shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” as jungkook moved to get off the couch, you should’ve let him. you should’ve let him walk out the door and out of your life, just as he had all those months ago.

before you could talk yourself out of it, you blurted, “wait.” jungkook froze, light brown eyes resembling a deer caught in headlights, and you fought the urge to laugh. “it’s still raining like cats and dogs out there, i’m not going to make you walk home when the weather is absolute shit. stay the night, but just remember to leave first thing tomorrow. tonight was a lot for me, and i honestly don’t think i can be around you any longer.”

you mentally winced at how harsh your words were, but it was the truth. jungkook being in your apartment, the very one he’d lived in while you were dating, was overwhelming enough, apart from him apologizing for treating you like absolute shit during those last few months. he had become a distant memory, and now, here he was, showing up at your doorstep, and the minute you saw his brown eyes, you knew that deep down, you could never deny him, could never turn him away.

“a-are you sure?” jungkook asked tentatively, carefully, as if he were afraid of angering you. “yes, i’m sure. i’ll take the couch, and you can take the bed.” you fought down the blush that crept onto your cheeks. aforementioned male shook his head.

“no, i’ll take the couch, i’m the one that just barged in here.” jungkook said with a tone that brooked no argument, and you sighed in defeat. “ok, fine, but only because i know you’ll keep pestering me about it until i give in, you absolute menace.” you joked, and to your relief, jungkook grinned in return. “you know it.”

later, in the darkness and wrapped in the coziness of your bedsheets, you stared up at the ceiling, unable to keep your thoughts at bay. this is fine. your ex-boyfriend is currently sleeping under the same roof as you, no big deal. he’s sound asleep in the other room, nothing to worry about. the last few hours had been quite overwhelming, to say the least. from jungkook showing up at your doorstep, clothes and skin soaked with rain, asking to stay the night, and then, the truth, the reason why jungkook had treated you like a stranger all those months ago.

though you were exhausted, you just couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. sighing, you reached for your phone, the soft blue light casting shadows across your face, and grimaced when you saw you had several missed calls from jimin and a flurry of texts from namjoon, yoongi, hoseok, taehyung, and seokjin. shit. you’d forgotten to text them when you’d arrived home from a quick walk around the neighborhood.

grimacing, you dialed jimin’s number, bracing yourself for the lecture from the short yet feisty male. jimin picked up after two rings, breathless and a bit frantic. “y/n! what the hell?” he whisper-shouted, and you winced. jimin was not happy. “i’m sorry, i meant to call you after i came home from a walk earlier, but after my shower, i fell asleep. also, this probably isn’t the right time to tell you this, but uhm, j-jungkook’s here.”

a pause, a long stretch of silence, and then: “what?! are you fucking shitting me right now? that asshole’s at your place? why?” jimin demanded, tone outright glacial. “it’s not for the reason that you think.” you blurted, glad he couldn’t see the way your cheeks flushed with color. “he got caught in the rain, a-and his car broke down. he had nowhere else to go, jimin, i mean, i doubt you’d let him in your house, especially after what happened.”

“you’re right, i wouldn’t. that asshole hurt you, and the sight of him would piss me off.” jimin said hotly. “so, i-i might’ve let him stay the night.” “are you insane?!” he hissed, and you sighed. “look, it’s not like i wanted to let him stay here, given our history and whatnot, but, despite that, i don’t want anything bad to happen to him. i mean, yes, he broke my heart, but is it bad that i still want him to be in my life?”

“sweetheart”, jimin breathed, voice now impossibly soft, “he doesn’t deserve you, not for one second, but if you really want him to be a part of your life, then, i guess i can’t prevent you from making amends. and, if you want, i can try to get along with him again.” that last part was said begrudgingly, but you couldn’t help but smile.

“you’re the best, jimin, you know that?” he scoffed, and you could imagine the light blush on his cheeks. “yeah, yeah, i’m well aware. do you need me to come over?” you felt your heart warm, jimin had always been like that, considerate and unfailingly kind. “no, it’s okay, i’ll be fine. besides, jungkook will be gone by tomorrow morning anyway.” there was a long pause, as if jimin wasn’t entirely convinced that you’d be able to endure a night with your ex-boyfriend.

finally, he let out a long sigh, the sound more resigned than anything. “fine, but you text or call me immediately if you change your mind.” you thanked him, and hung up, letting your mind wander once again. would i be happy to have jungkook again in my life? is it so foolish to think that things could go back to the way they used to be? is it just wishful thinking?

while jungkook had ultimately broke your heart, he also had had the gall to apologize, face to face, of all things, despite that your relationship had ended on bad terms. you hated feeling so conflicted over the man who’d you once believed to be the most important person in your life. sighing, you turned over on your stomach, burying your face into your pillow, fighting the urge to scream in frustration.

after long, agonizing seconds, you slipped out of bed and padded over to your closet, opening the door ever so slowly. jungkook’s old shirts, of which you hadn’t bothered to throw away, were scattered all over the floor in heaps of fabric. your eyes shifted to the black and white jacket bunched up in the corner, wedged in between some old shirts you’d meant to throw out.

a sad smile tugged at the corners of your mouth as you fished it out, the fabric soft against your fingertips. without thinking, you brought the jacket up to your nose and sniffed, to see if it’d still had the lingering scent of jungkook’s perfume. sure enough, you caught a faint whiff of peaches and cherry blossom, and immediately, your heart ached.

the memory of your first date had always lingered in your mind, even after things had come to an abrupt and tragic end. you could picture the colorful and bright lights of the amusement park, the sugary sweet scent of cotton candy and churros, the salty and buttery scent of popcorn, and the joyful laughter and light chatter that filled the air as you’d let jungkook drag you onto roller coaster after roller coaster.

you even remembered what he’d worn that night. a loose, white shirt tucked into slightly distressed blue jeans with holes at the knees, a black belt wrapped around his impossibly small waist, black combat boots, and the very same black and white jacket that you’d kept and hadn’t bothered to throw out.

jungkook had decided to go on the ferris wheel, and you’d obliged, letting him pull you in its direction. as the ferris wheel had rotated to the top, you’d felt a cool rush of air wash over you, and almost immediately, something warm and light had been draped over your shoulders. you’d protested, insisting that you weren’t that cold, but jungkook had given you a soft smile, light brown eyes soft. “keep it. it suits you better than me, anyway. and besides, i can’t have my date turn into an icicle can i?” the memory that had once warmed your heart only made it ache now, it was painful to recall, the time when you’d been blissfully happy, so in love that you’d thought nothing could ever get in the way of your relationship with jungkook. you furiously blinked back tears, refusing to lament over him yet again, and hastily shoved the jacket back into the closet, firmly shutting the door.

you exhaled softly, shutting your eyes, as if doing so would block out the string of memories threatening to spill to the surface. no, no more. stop groveling over the man who broke your heart. it’s been months, get it together. let him go, it’s time you let him go. there’s no point in having false hope that things could be different, that things could go back to normal.

as if on cue, there was a soft knock at your door, snapping you out of your mini trance. sighing, you went to open it, and was surprised to see a sheepish jungkook behind it, nervously fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. “h-hi.” he mumbled softly, and you gave him a tight-lipped smile in return. “do you need anything?”

jungkook gave a slight shake of his head. “i just… i couldn’t sleep, a-and so i decided to check on you, make sure you’re doing okay.” you ignored the slight warmth in your heart at his words. no, don’t fall for them again, you idiot, don’t make the same mistake twice. “jungkook, please, just stop.” you pleaded, curling your hands into tight fists at your sides in an attempt to keep them from shaking, ignoring the crestfallen expression on jungkook’s face.

“don’t do this, jungkook, please. don’t stand in front of me and say all these pretty words that ultimately mean nothing in the end. don’t give me false hope that things could’ve been different between us, that maybe you wouldn’t treated me the way that you did, that you didn’t shatter my heart into a million fucking pieces. stop trying to convince me that i should let you back into my life. while i don’t regret what we had, falling for you was my first and last mistake. you’re an amazing person, jungkook, but i think it’s better if we stay out of each other’s lives.”

you forced yourself to look into his eyes, seeing nothing but pure devastation and confusion, and despite yourself, your heart cracked at the sight. “y/n, please, don’t do this. i don’t want to lose you. i-” “you’d already lost me that day. that day that i finally realized that things weren’t going to work out after all, and that you and i were doomed to fail from the start.”

jungkook’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “so, is this it? is there where our story ends?” he asked, voice cracking. you nodded slowly, ignoring the lump in your throat. “this is where we end, jungkook. though we may never cross paths again, i will never forget all the happy memories you gave me.” “c-can i at least hug you? one last time?”

you barely nodded before being pulled into a tight and warm embrace, strong arms wrapping around your back, holding you close. “i’m sorry for hurting you, and i wish you nothing but the best in life, and i hope, sincerely hope, that you find someone who can love you better than i ever could.” jungkook whispered into your hair, and you bit back tears, feeling your heart ache irrevocably.

deciding to cut jungkook out of your life, for good, was one of the hardest decisions you’d ever made, but you knew that it was for the best. there was no point in trying to delude yourself into thinking that trying to fix a relationship that’d ended tragically. “i’ll always care about you, never forget that.” you murmured, inhaling the scent of his peach and cherry blossom scent, achingly familiar and comforting.

it’d seemed like forever when jungkook pulled away, hands brushing against your knuckles tenderly. “goodbye, y/n, and i hope that you will always be happy, because you deserve nothing less than that.” and when you’d heard jungkook’s footsteps recede, you fell to your knees, letting out a choked sob. cutting ties with the one man you’d ever loved hurt, it hurt like hell, and you wished that you could take it back, but the damage had been done.

a year later, you sat on a worn picnic blanket in a field of sunflowers in gangwon-do, admiring the stark contrast of the bright petals against the green grass, and the cloudless blue sky. you were wearing a flowy, light blue sundress with thin straps and brown sandals, letting the cool breeze wash over you. it’d been an entire year since you’d decided to cut ties with your first love, jungkook, and while the healing process hadn’t been easy, it hadn’t been entirely unpleasant, not with jimin, namjoon, yoongi, hoseok, taehyung, and seokjin by your side.

your friends had been nothing but unfailingly caring and loving and doting ever since that fateful day, doing their best to support you in any way they could. you would forever be grateful for everything that they did. speaking of your friends, they were seated next to you on the picnic blanket, all smiles as they dug into the food that’d been specially prepared by seokjin; there are tiny puff pastries, whipped cream and strawberry sandwiches, chocolate chip cookies still warm from the oven, gooey and soft, fluffy cheese sausage bread, vegetable kimbap, sesame chicken on skewers, and a tall pitcher of pink lemonade.

it’d been taehyung’s idea for the impromptu picnic, insisting that the weather was much too nice to pass up the opportunity to “be one with nature”, as he’d put it. everyone had quickly agreed, even yoongi, who’d argued that it was too hot at first, but had given in eventually, thanks to taehyung’s puppy dog eyes and incessant pleading.

you were glad that taehyung had insisted on the outing, for it’d been a welcome distraction. work was going well, and though the pay wasn’t great, it kept you busy. and while hearing jungkook’s name still made your heart ache at times, you hadn’t once thought about him and the blissful memories you’d had together, nor had you stayed up at night thinking about what could’ve been.

slowly, but surely, you were finally healing from the immense heartbreak jungkook had caused you. though, you still hoped that he was doing well, and that’d he’d found someone else, and that he was happy. “penny for your thoughts, y/n?” a teasing, lilting voice said, snapping you out of your trance.

jimin was seated closest to you, ethereal in a loose, white button down, ripped blue jeans, and his usual chelsea boots. “everything okay?” he asked, and while his light green eyes were bright with mirth, you could see the concern hidden beneath them. “i’m fine, just got lost in my head for a bit there.”

“you better not be lying, sweetheart, or i will personally see to it that you tell me the truth.” jimin drawled, tone bordering on flirtatious, and you rolled your eyes, giving his shoulder a gentle shove. “you’re a fucking menace.” you hissed, but with no real heat, and jimin just gave you a smug smile. “all in a day’s work, babe.”

“alright, lovebirds, quit flirting. you’re traumatizing everyone.” seokjin scolded, but the teasing glint in his cerulean blue eyes said otherwise. “shut up, jin hyung, you’re just jealous because you haven’t had a date in like three years.” jimin shot back. “first of all, fuck you, it’s only been two months, and second, quit being a brat before i strangle you.”

“ooh, kinky.” “for fucks sake, park jimin, you’re an absolute menace to society.” “so i’ve been told.” jimin grinned. “leave him alone, hyung, he’s just using insults as a defense mechanism.” taehyung said breezily, snatching a puff pastry and popping it into his mouth, chewing thoughtfully. jimin threw a hand over his heart in mock hurt. “taehyung, the peanut butter to my jelly, the sun to my stars, the soul to my mate, how dare you? i thought we were friends!”

said male simply rolled his eyes, used to jimin’s dramatics. “whatever helps you sleep at night, you absolute weirdo.” namjoon snorted from his spot next to taehyung, dark green eyes glittering with amusement. jimin narrowed his eyes at the tall male. “you have something to say, hyung?”

namjoon shook his head, an amused smile curling at the corners of his mouth. “nope, nothing at all, my lips are sealed.” next to him, yoongi just sighed, the sound more resigned than anything. “you all are a bunch of idiots, you know that?” taehyung just beamed, undeterred. “but you love us anyway!” the former gave a dismissive wave of his hand. “yeah, yeah, whatever.” hoseok grinned, showing off straight, white teeth. “quit acting like an old man, yoongi, we all know you have a soft spot for us.”

said male scoffed, pink coloring his pale cheeks. “s-shut up. even if it were true, i would never admit such a heinous thing.” taehyung snorted, reaching for another puff pastry. “you’re seriously a pain in the ass sometimes, hyung.” “right back at you, you little shit.” hoseok burst out laughing, eyes crinkling at the corners.

you couldn’t help the amused chuckle that spilled from your lips, feeling lighter than you had in a while. throughout the long months of healing and forgetting jungkook, you’d slowly found yourself falling for jimin. it’d felt wrong at first, for he and jungkook had once been close friends, but it was useless to ignore the fluttering in your chest at jimin’s charming and gorgeous smiles, his flirtatious and mischievous nature, and how utterly caring and selfless he was.

jimin had always been there, you’d realized, to lend you a shoulder to cry on or to hold you when things got overwhelming at work or when you’d had a bad day. he was always there to make you laugh and to take you out on impromptu adventures or trips. jimin was also the person you were the closest with in your circle of friends, having met him in high school.

and while you weren’t quite sure if what you felt for jimin was entirely romantic or not, you knew that what’d you had with jungkook now seemed like a distant memory, and with jimin and your friends by your side, the future didn’t seem all too bad. you smiled, feeling your heart warm, and reached over to lace jimin’s fingers with yours.

without even looking, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze, and continued on bickering with jin, as if he weren’t holding your hand. for the first time in a while, you were truly happy, and the road ahead didn’t seem all that terrifying.

a/n: wtf was that ending ew anyways i hope you all enjoyed this <3 i’m so sorry this took me FOREVER to write sdflkdjlkjf i needed a break from writing all this angst lmao also shoutout once again to cam and honour for keeping me sane while writing this <3333 (I LOVE Y’ALL MWAH) also, shoutout to my irl bestie, whom i adore and love with all my heart <333 ALSO ATEEZ’S CB !!!! THIS ALBUM IS YET AGAIN A NO SKIP ALBUM <3333 CYBERPUNNK IS AN ICON, THE MOMENT AND I WILL FOREVER STAND BY THIS <3 my next drabble will be a yoongi one hehe <3 also i did not mean for this to be so long oops-

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Do you have any more headcanons for HTTYD dragons in the real world? I absolutely love these :)

-I like to headcanon that there are some dragon species that you would either need a permit to own or are just straight-up illegal. Titan class dragons would most likely be on that list along with endangered breeds.

-Much like the animals here, there would also be protection services to help with these endangered breeds to help save the populations and educate people on them to better understand and appreciate these animals we share our world with.

-Dragon live cams would be super popular. They'd be set up at nests, watering holes, and places that dragons often visit so people can just watch on their computers flocks of nadders on a sunny cliffside as they groom and sun. Underwater cams would catch scauldrens as they hunted and swam and live chats would point out other tidal class dragons that would make appearances. Owners would have cams set up to watch what their gronkles do at home while they're away at work, just to mostly see them sleep on the couch.

-Dragons would offer a lot in terms of jobs. Service dragons would assist many people that need them, provide great protection to people living in harsh neighborhoods, assist with material-making, construction, and clearing. Dragons cafe's would also be a thing with smaller species or baby dragons waiting to be adopted. Want to have a grockle mocha while 5 baby zipplebacks play with their toys around you, trying to charm you into taking them home?

-Zoos would provide a great opportunity for rarer species to be assisted, researched, and shown to the public for people of all ages to see. Always wanted to see a speed stinger in person but they're dangerous wild animals? Your local zoo has a thriving pack that they displace and educate on how their pack hunts and lives. Want to see a fireworm "bee box"? Your local zoo has those too, just remember that the room gets a little warm. Does your child love thunderdrums? Your local aquarium has a petting pool for baby thunderdrums to swim around and you can reach out and pet them from the sides.

These are just a few to build a modern HTTYD AU world. :)

#how to train your dragon #httyd #modern au

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I really want to play with the idea of a ‘Kiki delivery service AU’ for Gideon/Harrow but

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