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sinisterlyhan · 4 years

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02. bang chan / 3883 words

dom!chan who is both hard and soft, a tinge of fluff, daddy kink, a little size kink + corruption kink, oral (m receiving), the smallest amount of cumplay at the end, female reader

a/n: i am probably going to write a part two for this.

chan stopped seeing you as a younger sibling sometime ago.

you used to just be minho's little sister. the girl who occasionally appeared in the living room when he had sleepovers at the house, the girl he only talked to when it was under minho's presence, the girl he never felt any form of sexual attraction towards.

but then times changed. he grew older, taller, and bigger while you... well, you definitely did grow older. not so much taller, though. it felt as if only him and minho managed to sprout some height after puberty while yours went completely neglected in your genes. and definitely not bigger—actually, yes. some part of you grew bigger, in a very arousing and distracting way if chan could admit. but you were still quite small compared to his much broader shoulders.

chan never thought too much of it. he had made too many petty jokes about you staying as small and weak as a midget for years, his mindset was stuck at that childish thought. it was only until christmas gathering last year when he joined your family for the holiday did he finally realize how much more attractive you have grown.

you have always been pretty. chan would not expect anything less as you are lee minho's little sister, and minho was one hell of a good-looking man. the big doe eyes with the perfect nose bridge, and of course pretty pink lips that makes a pretty smile—you were always pretty. chan never verbally acknowledged it but he never verbally denied it either.

over time, your beauty has matured. you innocent eyes learned how to act tough in front of strangers and your pretty smile knew to come to the rescue in awkward situation. you have grown to learn how to benefit yourself in a society that, unfortunately, ran on a system that relied heavily on appearances.

but chan hasn't seen your tactics be used on him before. when he arrived at your house last year, you looked at him the same way you had always looked at him—a little distant but still with faint fondness, a gaze that screamed friendly and comfortable.

in terms of expressions and attitude, you were small when it came to him. and something about that special treatment (which wasn't exactly special) made his insides churn.

what made it even worse was the night of christmas dinner, when you three decided to sit down in his room to hang out while the adults gathered in the living room to chat the night away.

you had stolen minho's hoodie, that chan knew because it was one size too big on minho and therefore two sizes too big on you. you wore a pair of polyester shorts that only faintly peeked out the hem of the cuddly hoodie, and your tiny feet was covered by a pair of ugly, green fuzzy socks.

but what stung him the most was how careless you acted around him, as if he was your brother as well.

you had been eating chips at that time, happily smacking your lips away as you ate up the family portioned chip bag on your own. and chan could not care less about you never sharing the snacks at that time. he just knew you were sucking on your fingers a little too hard and moaning at the taste a little too loudly for him to concentrate on his phone.

and the way your legs flaunted around on minho's bed as you munched on the food, spreading them in a comfortable position but not spreading enough for him to catch a glimpse into the gaps of your shorts. and you looked so small with your legs thrown over the pile of dirty laundry on the edge of your brother's bed, your back against the mattress and your breasts perking up at the cursed angle.

chan was going insane, he had to snap his head away when minho threw a random pillow at you, scolding you to sit up properly.

he was told—threatened—later by minho to stop having perverted ideas about you. but chan didn't listen, obviously. for the rest of that night, all he had thought about was shoving his fingers down your throat and fucking you in your brother's hoodie. he could imagine all the ways you would whimper and moan under his weight when he's got your legs thrown over his shoulder, and the thought alone made his chest burn.

chan was unable to see you the same, platonic way ever again since that christmas.

"bang chan!"

your irritated voice snapped him out of his thoughts and he quickly looked away from the dark corner he was staring at. you were frowning at him by the television set, your hands rested in a box of movie cds.

chan's eyes casually scanned your figure, as if it wasn't all he thought about after you walked downstairs, drowned that oversized shirt and pajama shorts he took a generous peek at as your shirt rode up your ass upon you reaching upward.

"yeah, what's wrong?" he asked, sitting up from the couch and leaning his elbows on his knees to look at you with an arched brow.

you felt slightly intimidated by his change of stance; he was just sulking at the corner of the sofa looking exhausted and small, how did he manage to change his aura with just a change of position?

and his duality was always so damn hot to you for some reason! the way he could smile at you one second and glare at an uncomfortable stranger the next was none other than seducing.

"are you kidding me–do you want to watch a movie or not, chan?" you asked as you pulled your hands out of the box, preparing to put it back into the shelf and let it gather dust there until the next holiday when minho didn't get called up to spend the night with his girlfriend instead. "i am actually okay with just being on our phones, we don't have to watch a movie."

chan blinked at you, surprised by your fed-up tone even though he had done nothing but sit on the couch after dinner. perhaps you were mad at minho for ditching you both? but why would you be mad about that unless you didn't want to spend alone time with him? maybe you just had an argument with your parents, that was why you felt extra grumpy.

as chan drowned in his thoughts and assumptions, he had not realized you plopping down on the couch across from him. you breathed out a heavy sigh as you unlocked your phone, sliding against the cushion and throwing your extended legs on top of his lap.

oh, there you were with the carelessness again. twisting your legs and only barely brushing across his groin each time you swung your feet his way. and if he saw clearly, you weren't wearing a bra as well, you little brat.

chan glanced down at your bare feet then, and something about your slim ankles in comparison to his much bigger hand fueled the hotness in his abdomen. he could just grab them and pull you to him, spreading your legs wide for him. and what could you do? he was so much stronger than you.

manhandling you would be both an effortless and pleasurable experience.

you huffed out a sigh, distracting him once again. he turned to find you frowning at the ceiling, your arm dangling to the side with your phone gripped tightly in your hand.

chan gulped down his lustful mind and asked, hoping to start a normal conversation. "you've been acting grumpy all day. what happened to you, hmm?"

you peered down at him, your chest heaving and, unbeknownst to you, nipples protruding through the thin fabric of your shirt. "i met this guy on campus last month. he was helping out with some fraternity shit and i was walking past, and then he stopped me to get my number," you said. "we have been texting a lot, and recently he asked me out. we planned to hang out sometime this week, actually, since it is the holiday and all."

chan furrowed his brows. the word fraternity definitely did not stick well with him and he had not taken you for someone who would be obsessed over attractive and irresponsible frat boys. turning to you, he asked, "is it not working out?"

you groaned under your breath. "no, it is for now," you muttered, glancing to the side shyly when you realized what you were about to say. "it's just... i'm not sure if it will be fine after the date."

"why?" he pressed on, finding the reddening of your cheeks very amusing.

"it's just... he said he is going to make a move on me and he told me to prepare for it..." you replied quietly, finding the once arousing words to be sappy and cringey once you repeated them. "but i have never had... i've–i haven't done anything before, like i don't even know the first thing about sucking someone off."

chan clenched his jaw. he was just slightly angered at the idea that some stupid boy would have the privilege of having your mouth wrapped around his useless dick when all he has ever gotten were temptations and imaginations. your big, innocent eyes looking up at him in confirmation and waiting for him to guide you through it all—fuck, he could cum just thinking about it.

"i can teach you," he suddenly suggested, shooting his shot and taking his chances. he looked over at you, eyes burning holes at your head. "if you want to, i can teach you. right here, right now."

his voice went an octave lower, the metallic hotness of it sending shivers down your spine. how would you fend if he whispered next to your ear, just inches apart with his hot breath blowing against your skin? you squeezed your thighs together at the thought, knowing very well he noticed how squirmish you were becoming because his was smirking with a devil laced on his lips.

"h–how?" you stuttered out.

chan poked his tongue to the corner of his lips. what a desperate bitch, you were willing to suck another man's dick to make sure the real deal would be mind-blowing. something about that was thrilling to him, the fact that he was the first one to take it from you instead of that ill-promising boy in your phone.

"on the floor, kneel," he beckoned you to him by pointing at the space before him.

you quickly dropped onto the ground and scurried over to kneel between his legs, your heart pounding in your chest as you watched him move his sweats down by a little. his cock sprung out upon release, standing long and thick against his tummy due to how hard he was. you bit back a gasp but your widened eyes told him everything, and your fascination only fueled his dominance impeccably.

fuck, you looked so breakable like this.

"i'm sure you have seen a dick before so i am going to spare you the details," he said as he gave his dick a few pumps. then, he leaned forward slightly and grabbed you by your chin, tilting your head up to look at him.

his eyes grew soft for a moment and he rubbed his fingers at your skin comfortingly. "you can stop this anytime you want, okay, (name)?" he said, smiling faintly at you.

you sent him a timid nod, your lips pursed adorably and your eyes sparkling up at him. frankly, you were too occupied with lusting over thing massive thing in front of your face for you to really process your thoughts, but what does it matter?

if you were thinking about it so much then you knew you wanted it.

upon your agreement, chan's eyes switched to something different. they were cold now, hooded with a sea storm of lust, overwhelmingly icy yet he seemed to be melting at the sight of you succumbing to hits authority. it was a gaze that made you feel both inferior but anticipated somehow.

"you're gonna suck me off well, baby girl?" he asked, but it sounded more like a demand. it sounded as if he expects nothing less than worshipping his cock from you, that you will suck him off good because that was all you're here for.

"i... i don't know how..." you muttered.

chan exhaled through his nose, his lips still quirked up. he gripped your chin just a tad bit tighter, causing you to look at him with wide eyes.

"don't worry, you will get to hang of it," he mused before lowering his voice. "but daddy's gonna need you to speak a little louder than that next time, got it?"

a blush crept up your cheeks, the heat in your core magnifying when chan just manifested a guilty pleasure of yours in real life. you have only heard it in porn and read it in fanfiction, perhaps you also did imagine yourself saying it once or twice in a sexual context, but imagination could never be associated with the truth. what if you sounded awkward saying it? that would be horrible.

"baby girl?" chan tugged at your chin, faint impatience laced in his voice as he peered down at your. "were you daydreaming?"

"no, daddy–" you clamped your mouth shut at how easy the word flew out of your lips.

chan held back a groan. how perfect you were, calling him such an endearment that has been tainted with filth. he would not wait to hear you gag around his cock, your voice unable to punch out any words because your mouth was stuffed.

"well? do you want to start now or do i have to tell you to lick?" he gave you a welcoming gesture, leaning back against the couch and waiting.

you gulped down a nervous breath and reached out tentatively to grab his dick in your hands. it was hard, with a surprisingly soft but veiny surface. bringing it over to your lips whilst leaning in, you let the tip stop at the entrance of your mouth and you looked up at chan, as if asking for permission.

"go on," he urged you. "try and make daddy feel good."

he said that like it would be a challenge for you, but he had lost from the start when you agreed to do this. a hiss left his lips when you experimented with licking his tip. and when you realize it was not as rough as you thought it would feel, you continued with it, your tongue pressing flat against the surface as you dragged it down and around the sensitive bub.

this was a different kind of sexy. chan has been used to sloppy and fast blowjobs all his life because the few people he had had sex with were all much more experienced than you were. they were good, he had to admit, they had been good.

but you—oh, you. you were just especially and irresistibly hot. there was something about the way you kneeled in front of him, your careful hands wrapped around the base of his cock like a bottle too big for your hands to hold as your tongue flicked along his tip and his shaft with calculations, aiming to do nothing but pleasure him.

you were slow and sensual with it due to how uncertain you were with what to do. and god, was that painfully seductive. the way you were taking your sweet time giving his cock your undivided attention, forcing him to feel everything and ink down all of your movements in his head—the hotness of your tongue as you curved around his shape, the infuriating fire he felt when your tongue traced up his veins and leave once you were close to his tip, the egoistic dominance you were making him feel when you looked up at him with those big, obedient eyes.

it was like you couldn't live without his validation. and you were willing to sit in front of him for hours with his dick in your mouth, pleasuring him just to get a hint of approval. and it kept reminding him that he was in charge here, that you have to wait for him to tell you what to do and when to do it.

when you were finally getting a bit braver, watching the way chan bit his lips and how his chest heaved, you decided to hollow your cheeks to suck at him for the first time.

and chan groaned—a borderline growl—when you took more of him in your mouth to pull at his dick, your tongue stuck over your bottom lip and flapping against his shaft. as you released him from your mouth, you pressed a tight kiss to his tip and spit your saliva down to make it look like cum, then you lathered his length with the filthy wetness, still sucking on him like you would a popsicle or a lollipop.

and god, he was trying too hard. he was trying so damn hard not to grab you by your hair and just fuck your throat like a fleslight. he still wanted to give you the chance to do whatever felt comes to mind, and so far you have really been doing phenomenal things to him.

"fuck, baby girl," he grumbled through clenched teeth, feeling pleasure override his senses. "that was good, keep doing that."

your eyes lit up at the compliment, a mini giggle falling out your lips and sending vibration down his skin. chan moaned at the feeling as you went just a tad bit faster in your repetition, mixing the rough sucks with baby licks and creating a symphonic contrast that soon pushed him close to the edge.

the knot at his swollen tip was building and chan could not resist anymore. he needed you to go at his pace, something faster and rougher. with a groan, he let his hands move the back of your head before he pushed you down on his cock, a breathy moan leaving him when you squealed in surprise.

you could not breathe, his length was too big for your little mouth. the feeling of his tip touching your throat was overwhelmingly unsatisfactory, but somewhere deep within you, you knew you wanted it. because chan's voice has never sounded better all breathy and feral like this, and it was all because you put your stupid mouth to good use for once.

your hands gripped his flexed thighs in support while chan, for a second, forgot you were a breathing human being and just snapped his hips up at you like you could take it all with no trouble. he was going fast, pushing your head down and thrusting up to meet your throat while he threw his head back at the heavenly vibration you sent him through letting out struggling noises.

fuck, your mouth felt so good. the feeling stuck at the tip of his cock released when a certain suck pushed him over the edge and burst his control. he shot his heavy load down your throat and coating up your inner cheeks before pushing your head away with a pop and slumping against the couch.

his chest was panting, you could see. and when he peered down at you, he arched a brow and smirked at you.

you waited from him to regain his energy. when he did, he leaned forward to your face and hummed in thoughts, as if accessing what other ways he could possibly wreck you up. you widened your eyes when he reached out to touch his thumb to your lips, his fingers tilting your chin up to face him.

"open up," he ordered, and you did with your tongue sticking out slightly for show. he almost laughed; you learned that from watching porn, didn't you?

his cum was still on your tongue, he wondered if you were reluctant to swallow them. he could deal with you not doing that, you have already given him such a mind-blowing blowjob despite it being your first time. however, even then, he still wanted to see something he had always wanted to try.

reaching his thumb into your mouth, he gathered up some of his cum and slowly, plastered them over your lips like he was applying your lipstick. when he was done, he let his thumb stay in your mouth and he gestured to you.

knowing what he was asking for, you first grazed your teeth over his skin before you sucked on it like a binky. his cum smacked together and left trails all over his hand and your lips, messy but so fucking hot at the same time.

and then he pulled out of you, removing his hand and going back to himself. he stared at you for a moment, once again contemplating. and when he reached over for you again, instead of another round of shoving and pulling, his hand moved to the back of your head and he rubbed the spot he just yanked at. then he gave your head a gentle pat.

he smiled at you softly. "you did so great, baby girl."

you wanted to smile at his compliment, but something about him speaking as if this was the end of it made disappointment settle in your chest. chan could sense your dismay through the pout, and his heart jumped slightly at the knowledge that you might want more than just sucking him off.

"why are you pouting, hmm?" he asked then, squeezing your cheek and looking directly at you. "do you want daddy to do something?"

his finger was trailing an alluring line down your cheek and your neck now. he knew what he was doing, and you knew you had to be the one to say it in order for him to keep going down to where you wanted him the most, the heated pool right between your legs.

"yes, please," you said, still shy about doing a minimal amount of dirty talk.

"hmm?" he raised his brows in amusement. "what is it that you want me to do, baby girl?"

oh, there were so many things you wanted him to do to you. but one of which took up the most space in your desires was to have him fuck you raw and open on whatever surface he so pleases. you would give anything to feel him inside of you.

"i..." you sucked in a breath, your cheeks reddening uncontrollably at the thought of having to verbalize your filthy fantasies. "i–i want daddy to make me feel good."

chan smirked, his finger that is was once trailing down your neck finally made its way to the center. his hand palmed over the area of your collarbones before he raised the position of his hand a little. he squeezed the base of your neck, loving the bobbing of the breathy throat.

oh, you pretty, little thing.

he's gonna fuck you so hard you won't even remember the boy who made you do this in the first place.

#skz smut #skz dark hours #stray kids dark hours #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut

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romance-de-la-luna · 3 years

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Okay here we go: my answers to ALL of the asks I reblogged 🙄

Thank you SO MUCH @ginny-lily 🙄

This was so fun 🙄

Describe your favourite shirt

Don't care about clothes enough to have one

If you could, would you change your eye colour?

Name of an artist you think is underappreciated

Emy Taliana

Favourite flower?

Dandelion

Preferred type of weather?

Storms

A poem you think describes your closest friend?

Hmm let me write one: PURE EVIL. BUT I LOVE HER. THE END.

Do you keep your fingernails long or short?

Short (for climbing)

Favourite sea animal?

Don't have one (it's not sharks. I don't have favourite animals)

Favourite land animal?

Again, I don't have favourites. I have absolutely no preference for birds, moths and shieldbugs. I love all animals equally.

Are you religious? Spiritual?

Religious? No. Spiritual? Not really

Can you fold a fitted sheet?

Umm? I can fold sheets?

Are you part of the lgbt+ community?

You know what? I think I might be xD

What's saved as your phone's lockscreen?

Do you thrift?

That's an American word. I'm skipping this question

What's your natural hair colour?

Brown

Have any pets?

Would you ever try going vegetarian or vegan?

Already vegetarian; would consider going vegan one day (but would probably fail)

An animal you wish hadn't gone extinct?

Uhh, all of them?

How many languages do you speak?

English and un-fluent Spanish

Do you care for clothing brands?

Not at all

Favourite scent on a person?

Coconut? Or nothing?

Have you ever been camping?

Yes, many times

Do you play an instrument?

Used to play the piano

Gold or silver jewellery?

Gold

Any piercings or tattoos?

No but I wanna get tattoos! And maybe get my nose pierced as well

How many pairs of sunglasses do you own?

One

Would you ever want to play a game on television?

I'd be too scared of getting things wrong on a quiz game, but things like Total Wipeout (do people know what that is??) look so fun!!

Have you ever lived on a farm?

If you had the option, would you choose to move to another country?

Of course! I'd go and live in Rome with my sister!

Relationship status?

Single

What is your best school subject?

Spanish or English

Any unpopular opinions?

As you know, my opinions on food xD

Another name you think would suit you?

I've been told my name suits me very well?? But imagine if I was called Moon or Rain or Ocean...

A subject you enjoy learning about?

Ancient Siberian tribal rituals involving fly agarics 😏

A -core you enjoy?

Is it just me who doesn't understand all this aesthetic stuff?? I don't know 😂 I really don't know

An TV show you used to love? (AN TV SHOW???? WHAT IS THAT???? ARE THERE PEOPLE IN THIS WORLD WHO DON'T REALISE THE LETTER 'T' IS A CONSONANT???? IT'S *A* TV SHOW)

My parents never let us watch normal kids' TV when we were little, so all we used to watch were cartoons like Tom and Jerry and Bugs Bunny 😌

Any interesting family stories?

This is the best I can come up with:

You know those blocks with letters of the alphabet on that you have when you're little to help you learn how to write? Well apparently my dad used to spell rude words out with them 😂😂 and of course I had no idea what they meant so he could get away with it (he is just generally the most immature person ever. 😝 For example, EVERY time we eat melon he makes jokes. Every time anyone mentions buttering toast he makes jokes. Every time anyone says or does anything remotely innuendo-sounding, he makes jokes. And honestly I love him for it 😂)

Do you wear your socks mismatched?

I prefer to walk barefoot everywhere, but yes, when I have to wear socks they're ALWAYS odd

Your thoughts on magic - does it exist?

Maybe... ✨

Form of art you enjoy doing?

I can't art 😝

Any sideblogs?

Nope

YouTubers you enjoy watching?

Jonna Jinton, Keara Graves (IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHO THEY ARE, YOU MUST WATCH THEIR VIDEOS!!!! THEY'RE AMAZING AND I LOVE THEM SO MUCH), Dan and Phil, Frank James, and my group of cringey American YouTuber friends (the AMP squad)

Do you have a type?

I can have more than one type right? I love people with red hair, goths, weird people...

Twin beds, queen, or king?

Queen? I think?

Do you have strong feelings against the colour pink?

A food you've never tried?

I don't think I've ever had steak? And I probably never will

Dogs, cats or fish?

Dogs

Do you collect anything?

Let's just say I went through a phase that I'm not proud of, and I may or may not own about 30-50 lip balms 🙈

Earbuds or headphones?

Headphones

Jean jackets?

I... have nothing against them? But I've never owned one?

Have a job?

Nope, too lazy 😇

Kill the spider or take it outside?

Make cute eyes at them and tell them how adorable they are, then either leave them to it or take them to my room

Do you think you can sing well?

Amazingly 😉

Favourite flavour of gum?

Mint?

Shuffle your playlist, what's the first song that comes up? (that should be a semicolon 😜)

Enter Sandman - Metallica

Icecream or cake? (ice-cream!!! Hyphens exist!!!)

Cake

Can you do your own makeup?

Nope

Ever written fanfiction?

Surprisingly, yes

How many blogs do you follow?

341

Do you brush your teeth before you eat?

You mean before every meal???? I don't do that! But I normally brush my teeth before breakfast

Type of phone you have?

Samsung Galaxy S20 5G apparently

What's your first choice at the vending machine?

BBQ Mini Cheddars (or crisps, to be less specific)

Beach or pool?

BEACH

Least favourite condiment?

I don't know? I think I love them all?

How much sugar in your tea/coffee?

None because I only drink chamomile tea

Ever broken a bone?

Rings or necklaces?

Necklaces (but I very rarely wear jewellery because I forget it exists)

Do you still play Minecraft?

I love Minecraft!!!! But I usually only play it at Christmas

Ever ridden a motorcycle? (MOTORBIKE 😡)

Favourite holiday?

Christmas ^^

Opinion on 3-in-1 body wash?

What is this question?? 😂

Practical, but I don't trust it

Do you follow politics?

Not really. I like taking online quizzes though so I've done this a few times, and that's as far into the world of politics as I'll go xD (WHY AM I NOT FURTHER LEFT??? I SHOULD BE FURTHER LEFT?? THIS CONCERNS ME??)

Your instagram handle?

I'm not sharing it on here! I've been thinking about giving you my normal insta though, Fransiska (if you want it)

#I'm too good to you sometimes #and you already know half of these answers!! 🙄#franzi ilysm you make me so happy and idk what i'd do without you you're amazing

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7wanderingpaws · 4 years

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Simply, yours (7) (M)

Pairing: Baekhyun x reader

Genre: family AU, hapkido teacher AU, PhD AU

Word count: 3.9K

Warnings: mature content, language, tiny bit of violence

A/N: Alright! BAEKHYUN SNAPPED! Its happening all now! And there is mature content! I never ever wrote this type of content before, so... it might be just bad and cringey. I apologize if it is too bad, I need to challenge myself in this one more haha! I always enjoy feedback so dont hesitate to reach out! <3 if you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know 💕 I am thankful for you all, who read this story!

Tag: @milky-baek @itsbaekhyunsbutt

MASTERLIST

PARTS: 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5 . 6 . 7

“Hm, this dinner thing,” Sukyeong started, tapping her index finger on her chin as she was thinking, staring at the email sent by the HR office. You looked at her expectantly, your mind not exactly present because you were thinking about something completely else. However, guessing she would have a serious question for you, you made sure to pay attention, until she blurted: “What will you wear?”

Hehe, you thought skeptically, something that is not hugging my body TOO MUCH. “Dunno,” you dismissed, waving your hand and turning back to your computer screen and back to drowning in your worries. Your cup of freshly brewed tea was still next to your mouse, waiting for it to be sipped, but you had little to no appetite that morning. “We received the email literally minutes ago, Sukyeong. I don't even know what will happen today in the evening.”

Your stomach had been flipping ever since you woke up and Baekhyun's morning kisses didn't soothe any of your nerves.

Sneaking a glance at Sukyeong, who was still deep in thought about what to wear for the upcoming event on Friday, you were desperately trying to figure out if you could tell her your worries. And also, let her know that way about your pregnancy. Would she run her mouth before you would get to speak to your boss?

She definitely wouldn't go against you, that you could state for sure.

Your stomach made yet another flip. Once you felt sweat starting to prickle down your neck, you knew immediately it was one of those mornings. Quickly jumping up, you were fast like lightning, swallowing on a dry throat as you tried to suppress your gag reflex.

Soon enough, you were over the toilet, emptying every single thing that went into your stomach yesterday (and it seemed like all the previous years, given how severe your gagging was). Flushing the toilet with you trembly hand, you took a rest for a bit on the floor, thankful for dressing up warmer (plus a big hoodie to hide your front) that day. The winter was fast approaching, and you couldn't have been more thankful. More reason to wear thicker clothes.

You were still breathing heavily when someone entered the toilets with hasty steps. You heard your name being called out, recognizing the voice as Sukyeong's.

“Are you in here?”

You swallowed, ignoring the familiar pain of your raw throat. “Yeah, I'm in here.”

“Are you okay?”

Closing your eyes for a moment, you felt the tightness of your skin from the dried up tears. One breath, two breaths. Scrambling back to your legs, you opened the door of the stall, meeting a worried face of your kind co-worker. She was surprised to see your pale face and you spotted your phone in her hand. You frowned.

“Your phone kept vibrating; Baekhyun was looking for you and you weren't showing up for a while,” she said quickly and stepped closer to you. “Are you okay? Did you eat something bad last night?”

You shook your head, your heart jumping painfully at the mention of the father of the children you were bearing and complicating your life. Without realising, your chin quivered dangerously and you took in a shaky breath, diamond-shaped tears rolling down your pale cheeks. “I'm pregnant, Sukyeong.”

There, it was finally out.

“Oh goodness, I knew it! I so knew it!” she squealed, jumping slightly before hugging you. “Oh wait, drink some water,” she said and grabbed a little paper cup, filling it with filtered water on the corridor. She came back and you quickly swallowed, refreshing your burning insides.

“But I have a huge issue,” you continued, wiping your cheeks.

Only now she seemed to realize that you were crying for real. Crying, because something serious was happening. She didn't hesitate when she replied: “What is it? I will help you.”

“That piece of shit… he really made you promise him that? What a fucking TRASH!!!”

“I think the best would be if you tell him after dinner. He should be in a good mood. He might not kick you out.”

“We need to figure out what you can wear to hide the belly. It's not big yet, but still!”

“Oh my gosh, you are already this much in? Let me touch youuu!”

Sukyeong's endless support eased up your troubled mind. You were able to be much more relaxed and currently, you and Baekhyun were waiting for her to show up at your apartment to help you “fix the clothes” - you said that to the unsuspecting, innocent face of Byun Baekhyun.

“You look so good in jeans,” you mumbled appreciatively when Baekhyun emerged from the bathroom in nothing but dark-blue jeans, black underwear poking out, his hair wet, and a towel around his neck.

Wow. Being pregnant and swooning over your loved one hit differently.

Your breath hitched in your throat. “It's supposed to be a family-friendly dinner. You can't go like this, young man!”

He laughed loudly as he walked lazily to you, your eyes still trained on his toned stomach. Damn. “Hey, beauty,” he whispered once he was standing right in front of you, your face now looking up at him. “Let me clean up that drool on your chin.” Smirking like a total flirt that he was, he leaned in and he poked out his tongue, running it up your chin before he pushed it into your mouth, your silent gasp only encouraging him more. His hold on your cheek was gentle, feather-like whilst his kiss was dirty; the exact opposite. You didn't need to be told twice.

Grabbing him by the neck, you pushed him towards you, his body now pressed up against you and your small belly, a delicious moean leaving your mouth when he wrapped his other hand around the low of your back, squeezing you.

“You are so sensitive to my touches. I really like you like this,” he whispered into your panting mouth. You opened your eyes just a little bit; his kiss made you lose your senses for a second.

“Aching, throwing up, gaining weight, all of it?” you murmured as you stroked his cheek.

His eyes were wild, yet so affectionate. “All of it,” he confirmed as he leaned back in to steal another kiss.

“Wait,” you quickly said and pecked him on the lips as an apology. He gave you a curious look. “I think…” you trailed off, too shy to say what was on your mind, “that I shouldn't be kissing you. Also, you shouldn't walk like this here anymore. The more pregnant I am, the more…” gulp, “I want from you,” you said so quietly, Baekhyun unconsciously leaned in with his ear by your mouth.

He chuckled and bit his lower lip. “You mean you are more horny?”

You nodded, blush creeping up your cheeks. “I don't think you can imagine what I have in mind.”

“Oh, I think I do know.”

You shook your head but he continued: “My sweetest sweetheart,” he murmured and he made it a point to press his hips into yours as much as possible, given the belly was growing to be quite the restriction between you two. “I put three babies into you,” he murmured in your ear, his words and hot breath sending electric shocks into your southern parts. “Don't think I can't live up to your horny expectations. Nor do think I am not craving you every single fucking day. Because I do,” he sighed and pressed a wet kiss on the side of your neck. “You just look irresistible, and when you're naked… fuck,” his voice trembled, and his hand was already under your shirt, exploring, cupping, caressing, making you a moaning mess. Your head fell backwards in ecstasy and he sucked on the exposed skin on your collarbones. “So if you want three rounds,” he said and straightened up a bit to give you a lustful look, “I will give you three rounds. Each round for one baby.”

You were fast to throw yourself at him, kissing him desperately, needing him to satisfy the ache that only he was able to. The towel he had around his neck fell, his wet hair very slightly dripping still.

Thankfully, you were in the bedroom already. Gently placing you on the bed, Baekhyun crawled up and above you, while his hands were pushing up his shirt you were wearing since you couldn't stand anything that would restrict your movements). Your hands were fumbling with his jeans, but Baekhyun was faster and took them off along with his underwear while you pulled the shirt over your head, and discarded the panties. Bra was also something you wore as little as possible, your breasts being achy and growing, a bra was very uncomfortable. You had yet to go to some markets to get bigger sized bras for a cheaper price.

Baekhyun was back at your lips right away, his fingertips teasingly making their way down the side of your body, starting from your breasts, to the hips all the way to your butt before he hooked his arms under on knee. His other hand wandered off to the parts you needed him the most, by then practically begging him to just move on.

“Oh, wow,” he breathed, awed, “so no foreplay needed anymore, hm?” he purred, as he felt you dripping.

“Please,” you wailed, and he enjoyed himself way too much for your liking. “I will get seriously hurt if you keep the teasing up.”

That made him pay attention to you. “What? Is something hurting? What-”

You raised your head and laughed into his scared face before you put the knee he was holding around his waist, followed with your other leg and pressed him into you, the pressure building up. “I will hurt, if you won't do something,” you breathed loudly.

“Don't scare me like that,” he chastised, frowning momentarily as he brought his hand up to your cheek, into which you leaned in. Eventually, his features softened, and he whispered: “I will take care of you, mummy.”

You were so surprised at the word, you could barely gasp when he finally entered you, his forehead pressed to yours, your hand interlaced with his. He wanted to give you time, worries about hurting you or the babies forever present in his mind, but he barely made it inside and you were begging for more. He would lie if he would have said he didn't like it.

“You're so hot,” he rasped, hiding his face in your neck.

“And you're too slow.”

He laughed into your skin, biting you. “Impatience doesn't take you anywhere.”

You met his hips eagerly and you held his face, your eyes fluttering close. “Exactly. So work,” you said, letting out another wanton moan when he did as you wished. He would do anything you wanted him to, because you were pretty much his everything.

He brought you over the edge sooner than later, helping you ride out the ecstasy as if his dangerous kisses earlier didn't already cast a spell on you. He followed you soon, but you were nowhere near finished.

Before he had time to get back to his senses, you bit his shoulder teasingly, humming. “Darling, again.”

You meant it when you said your horny self was different from your usual one, and Baekhyun was definitely up for a ride except-

There was a knock on your door, followed by a doorbell.

Both of you froze, still panting loudly, still very much high on the quick love you just made.

“It's-”

“Sukyeong,” you finished, cursing before Baekhyun gave you a pointed look, still not moving from your naked body.

“No cursing with babies-”

“Baekhyun!” you said, “you need to move!”

“But the next round-”

You let out a loud laugh before giving him a loud peck. “If there is anyone frustrated, it's me, trust me,” you said as he slowly fell next to you and you sat up, seeing the mess you just made.

He reached to the floor next to the mattress handing you tissues.

Murmuring a thanks, you quickly wiped yourself up and put back the wrinkled shirt that was discarded so carelessly before.

Standing up, you felt a bit sore which made you sit back for a minute just when another loud knock sounded. Few seconds later, your phone was ringing. “Coming!” you shouted. You phone stopped ringing.

Baekhyun chuckled from behind you, still lying there, now covered with the bed sheets. “You look like you have been properly fuc-”

“Don't. Say. It,” you murmured.

He laughed and sat up, kissing the little piece of skin that was not covered on your shoulder. “Hurting?”

You nodded and turned your head to see him, still very needy but thankfully, you weren't as frustrated as you thought you would have been.

“Sorry, should have been a bit gentler,” he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

You snorted. “Are you really sorry though?” you asked, and when you saw his mischievous smile, you got the answer. Pecking him quickly, he leaned into you, attempting to prolong the kiss. “I really have to open the door,” you sighed, “once were are back from the company dinner tonight, you are all mine, you hear me?”

He stared into your eyes for a while, soft smile playing on his lips. “I love you.” His hand was caressing your belly from behind.

You felt like you could burst from happiness. “I love you, too.”

One hour later and you were standing in front of the mirror with baggy dress on that Sukyeong got from her older sister who used it during her pregnancy. The dress made you… a bit huge.

“You should wear a long sweater too, hm?” she said, as she took the mentioned piece and circled it around you, placing it on your shoulders. “It should be big enough to divert the attention from your belly,” she murmured in a low voice, knowing that Baekhyun was in the tiny apartment and had no clue about your sneaky plan of hiding your stomach.

You gulped and looked yourself over in the mirror. “It's good enough,” you managed to say.

“You look cute!” chuckled Sukyeong, covering her mouth.

“Is Chen coming sa well?” Baekhyun appeared at the door.

“He is! He will meet us at the restaurant since he is busy,” she replied with a smile, looking at your boyfriend. He nodded when his eyes looked you over for the first time. You weren't sure if you expected any reaction from him but what he gave you was not what you… expected.

“Nice dress,” he murmured, the slightest of frowns knitting his eyebrows together. “I thought you are wearing one of your other dresses.”

Sukyeong looked at me, little panic bubbling in her big eyes.

“Well, you know how I don't like anything that is hugging my body anymore,” you replied truthfully, meeting his gaze bravely. His lazy posture leaning against the doorframe, eyes raking up your body… ah, ah, he was too hot for you. Why were you this horny?!

“It diverts the attention from the bruise that you gave her!” snapped Sukyeong playfully.

You blushed while Baekhyun looked more than proud. “Oh please, I will hide it with makeup,” you said quickly, “but anyway, how did you ever know that I am pregnant?” you asked and then looked at Baekhyun to clarify: “She followed me to the toilet couple of days ago when I threw up at work and she just said she knew I was pregnant!” you exclaimed with a shocked smile.

Baekhyun raised his eyebrows, curious.

“Please!” Sukyeong waved her hand. “I could smell baby all over you! I noticed your boobs and your morning sickness,” she giggled. “You know, woman's sense. But wow, you are actually expecting three babies... “

You stepped to Baekhyun, hiding your face in his chest out of embarrassment, while he laughed, caressing your back. “So if you noticed, it means others had to notice,” you mumbled but quickly realised you shouldn't go to those waters. Straightening back up, you checked the clock: “We should really finish getting ready! We will be late!”

The dinner was taking place at a very posh restaurant. You almost felt out of place in your huge, baggy dress and sweater. Well, at least you lived up to the fact that you were a penniless mother-to-be.

Hands intertwined with Baekhyun's under the table, your boss was on your left at the head of the long table that was filled with colleagues from your department while Sukyeong was opposite you with Chen right next to her. Everyone was in a pleasant conversation except you, because you were your boss's direct assistant and if he didn't talk, you definitely didn't feel like talking.

Baekhyun raised his fork to your mouth to try the meat with sauce and you smiled up at him, gratefully chewing on the tender meat. He winked at you, satisfied when he saw you eating well. You just prayed he wouldn't say something related to your state, because then it would be… very bad.

“Oh, so cute,” cooed you boss from your other side and it made you snap your eyes to him. He didn't sound so genuine. “Aren't you two sweet. Does your boyfriend always treat you this well?” he asked, looking at you expectantly.

You exchanged quick looks with Sukyeong who smiled at your reassuringly. “Yes, always.”

“And you don't want to marry this man?” he asked, laughing.

You froze for a moment and you felt Baekhyun did, too. Feeling the nerves bubbling up in your stomach, suddenly it was churning in anxiety.

“I can't get her to say yes, sir,” replied Baekhyun simply, chuckling to ease up the situation.

You gasped, widening your eyes at your boyfriend. “When did you ever ask?”

Your boss shrugged, amused. “As long as it does not keep her away from her work.”

You bit your lip hoping Baekhyun didn't hear the remark, but when you saw him giving your boss a deadly look, you knew things were turning the wrong way.

You felt another strong pull in your stomach, and you just knew it was coming. Blood was draining from your face and you stood up slowly, trying not to cause a ruckus. Baekhyun gave you a questioning look laced with worry, and you simply whispered: “Toilet.”

He nodded once, and held your hand until he had to let go.

Once you knew you are out of sight, you took off, running quickly to the bathroom, barely making it into the stall, before the entire dinner came out. Since you just ate, you couldn't stop throwing up, retching sounds along with crampings of your stomach making it impossible to even sit down.

You flushed, heaving out a breath as you attempted to sit down before nausea overtook you again, making you gag and crawl back to the bowl. “Shit! Make it stop,” you whined quietly, tears streaming down your face as you tried to calm down.

“So, are you really not thinking of marrying any time soon?” spoke your boss to Baekhyun.

“Well, right in this instant we aren't,” he said slowly, not liking an inch the tone your boss was using, “but given our situation, we should do it as soon as it would be possible, right?”

Your boss gave him a surprised look and Baekhyun failed to notice the panic in Sukyeong's eyes when she sensed the direction of the conversation. “What situation?”

Baekhyun blinked once before smiling gently at the thought. “Well, we are expecting three next spring.”

Silence took over your part of the table. Sukyeong abruptly stood up, startling Chen and rushing to search for you, while your boss glared at Baekhyun. “Expecting three? You mean my personal assistant is pregnant?”

Baekhyun, unsure, nodded. “Yes. She is 14 weeks in.”

“What?” he snapped, startling everyone around the table.

Baekhyun frowned but didn't have time to respond, because your boss was looking at someone behind you, angry veins on his neck.

“Baekhyun,” you hissed, but it was too late. Trying not to faint right in front of everyone, you took your boyfriend by his hand but he stood up right away once he saw your pale face.

“You threw up again?” he asked quietly not happy seeing you like that.

Sukyeong nodded eagerly in reply.

“This is probably the last time we are seeing each other,” you heard your boss from the table, and your chin quivered. Baekhyun and Sukyeong both glared at him. “Since you signed the contract promising not to get impregnated but you obviously couldn't do even that!” he spit. “I knew you would be trouble!” he shouted, standing up and coming close to you. Baekhyun was fast to stand in front of you, storm clouding his eyes while Sukyeong gasped, squeezing your hand.

“Move, Mr Byun,” snapped you boss. “I need to talk to my personal assistant.”

You gulped, your throat still painful from throwing up. But Baekhyun wasn't moving an inch. “You talk to my girlfriend under my supervision only,” he said, his tone deep in warning. “Do not dare talk to her that way.”

“I hope you know that you don't need to be polite with me anymore,” retorted your boss and sent daggers your way. “Young people really can't keep it in their pants these days. Having kids without marriage? Disgusting! But even worse? You are useless and pregnant.”

You squealed when Baekhyun landed a painful punch straight into your boss's face. You grabbed your boyfriend by his arm, trying to stop him. “Wait, Baekhyun, you know you cannot get into a fight!” you said just as he was about to land another punch.

Chen was by your side in a minute, dragging outraged Baekhyun away and you were hot on their heels as you tried to avoid people's intense stares.

Outside on fresh, chilly air, Baekhyun shrugged Chen off, fuming as he turned to you suddenly. “What the fuck just happened!”

You tried not to flinch at his voice, instead getting angry at him. “Are you nuts?! You know you cannot fight outside of your classes! Are you trying to get yourself expelled?!”

He was a hapkido master. Although not strictly, but if someone found out he used his trained strength against someone, his PhD title he was working so hard for could go to waste. And his teaching job as well. Basically, his entire career.

“This isn't about me!” he snapped. “I can't just stand there listening to him talking about you like that!” He was livid. “And what promise was your boss talking about? Was what I heard true?!”

When you weren't replying, your quivering chin was saying it all. Chen was next to Baekhyun to calm him down once again, while Sukyeong tried to calm you down as tears were rolling down your cheeks, your head extremely dizzy. “Yes, you heard correctly! He made me promise I won't get pregnant!”

“For what reason?” he laughed humorlessly as he ran his hands through his hair. “Why the fuck did you even agree to it?”

“Guys,” started Chen with a pleading voice, “you should go home and resolve it there. Baekhyun, your girlfriend is not well,” he added gently, nudging his friend to bring him to his senses.

Baekhyun went silent, taking in your shaky figure, teary cheeks and pale face. He hated the view. Heck, he despised it so much, more so because you were crying mostly because of his outburst. But he couldn't stand you being mistreated like that! And were you hiding stuff from him?

“We are going home, young lady,” he said, his voice uncomfortably levelled. “You have lots of explaining to do.”

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Level Up! Beginner/Intermediate/Advanced RP and You

Hello there! Coming to you again with tips & tricks for a top-notch roleplay experience! Today we're going to talk about writing levels and what they mean for your roleplay experience. We'll cover what these levels mean, how to gauge where you're at, and how you can improve your roleplay writing specifically!

WRITING LEVELS

"Writing levels" are often a descriptor sites will use in their advertising and site buzzes. They might be "semi-literate," "intermediate," "literate," "advanced," or any other sort of buzzword. The key here is that these descriptors are used by site staff both to advertise what type of writing is most common on their site and what type of writing they want to see on their site.

What writing levels are not is a value indicator. There's nothing wrong with being an intermediate writer or a beginner writer; advanced sites are not inherently better than intermediate ones, beginner sites are nothing to be ashamed of! Think of writing levels as an umbrella within the rp community. The same way a forum rp-er might narrow their search to jcink sites, a writer might narrow their search to sites which cater to their style of writing.

That said, it is good to define what each of these levels look like so you can figure out where your writing might fit.

BEGINNER Beginner writing is often very short and direct, without much in the way of literary flourish. Characters might be fairly undeveloped (or developed around one trait, for example, "goth" or "prep") and there's usually more discussion of their appearance than you see in advanced writing.

Examples:

Susie was short and very skinny, with big eyes and long mermaid-wavy hair dyed blue at the ends. She was sitting outside Firefly High in blue skinny jeans, silver Converse, and a black t-shirt. "I hope someone can give me a ride home," she said.

Raven sneered at Susie. She didn't like blue because she liked black, because she was a goth. "Are you listening to popular music? What a phony."

Bramblepaw sat down in the clearing. "Hello" he meowed.

Some guides will also give an example like

patty threw a pom pom at susie! "take that u nerd!"

But I am choosing to believe that you're past that if you're deep enough in this hobby to be seeking out resources - I certainly never had that self-awareness until I was more in intermediate territory!

Beginner-level writing gets the job done, and can certainly move a story along. But if you've been writing a while, you might be ready to build more multifaceted characters, and to invest more effort in your writing.

INTERMEDIATE/SEMI-LITERATE WRITING Intermediate writing tends to be longer than beginner writing, with more variety in sentence structure and with more advanced word choices. There are likely more "beats" per post, by which I mean that instead of just answering a question or getting on the bus or etc, a character will likely do more actions in each turn writing. Characters are less likely to be a stereotype (see: Raven the goth who only wears black, Patty the popular cheerleader who is blonde and brainless, etc) but applications likely reveal one-dimensional characters. Common application styles I see from intermediate writers are "interviews" and "journals," as well as listicles (10 Things Raven Likes, 9 People Raven Hates, etc); this likely means a character is told rather than shown.

(Wondering what's so intermediate about interviews and journals? See my guides to interviews and journals!)

Examples:

Susie was born on March 20, 2003 in Farmville, Iowa. She didn't like how similar her classmates all were - they all listened to the same music, read the same books (none!) and had the most fun when drinking on a tractor. Susie was more deep, and liked to write poetry and sketch the animals that lived on her family's farm. Today she was sitting outside Firefly High, twirling the ends of her blue-dyed hair and waiting for a ride home.

Raven wasn't like most girls. She didn't like horses or rabbits, but only liked goats, because they represented the devil. Raven also wasn't like most girls, at least in Farmville, because she worshipped the devil. She wore a lot of black to represent this, and when she saw Susie, she sneered. Blue! Susie must be a normie. "Are you listening to popular music?" She asked. "What a phony."

Bramblepaw had spent all morning hunting and was feeling lonely. All he wanted was to share a squirrel with a friend, and maybe have someone groom the tricky spot behind his ears. He padded from the apprentice den to the warriors', to the elders and no one was home. He sat forlorn in the middle of the clearing. "Hello?" He meowed.

Another common trait of both beginner and intermediate writing is that posts might not leave much for a partner to reply to. The whole point of this weird hobby is to collaborate with a partner - if you're finding that it is hard to keep writing partners, you might take a look at my guide for writing posts that beg a response.

Intermediate writing is stronger than beginner writing, but still sometimes falls flat when it comes to collaboration with a partner, and is almost never beautiful to read. Intermediate writing is when advanced writing is just over the next hill - and that hill comes with a fair amount of work.

ADVANCED/LITERATE WRITING Advanced writing can be long or short, but the writing in either case packs a punch. Advanced writers use a variety of sentence structures, words, and literary devices. They might have specific imagery they use for specific characters, specific literary constructions for different characters, and there is a strong character voice in each post. Advanced writers write multifaceted characters with genuine flaws and fears, and advanced writers produce writing that is enjoyable to read, elegant and emotive. Applications will usually be anecdotal - will demonstrate key moments in a character's life, allowing the writer to show them in action rather than tell the reader what they are like. (A guide to anecdotal freestyle applications is available here.

Examples:

Everything felt the same in Farmville: identical rows of corn stretching endlessly over the horizon, pockmarked by the occasional farmhouse, white clapboard and falling shutters. Every person felt the same - Susie and Mary and Sarah and Joseph, strong peasant names living strong peasant lives, and never straying more than twenty miles from the town in which they were born.

Even Susie knew she had her place in the sameness: the once-every-generation girl who fancies herself to be more, as though her sketches of the sheep and pigs are any better than her grandmother's before her. As though dying her hair blue were enough to make her different when she knew she belonged here as sure as the hogs in the barn.

The only difference between Susie and her classmates was that she didn't have a car to get her to her evening job at the Road Ranger gas station, and her bike had disassembled itself after she'd pedaled it into a gopher hole, so here she was, sitting pathetically outside Firefly High, waiting for a ride. She'd almost rather be fired than beg for one.

It’s the principle of the thing, Raven had told her mother that morning. Yes, it was 90 degrees and 90 percent humidity; yes, there was not a cloud in the sky and the fields absorbed heat like a winter sweater; yes, she was aware that her white makeup and Wet n' Wild eyeliner was falling off her face like The Scream. But it was the principle of the thing, wearing the long-sleeved black shirt with the hand-cut thumbholes, a long dark skirt; her only concession to the heat, a pair of thin gray flip-flops instead of her beloved Docs. She listens to Death Wish; she doesn't have one.

But nothing makes a Satantic rebel feel more a phony than feeling it drip off of them in the rural Iowa heat, and Raven wanted to take it out on someone. Fair? No, but life isn't fair; she's got that on a sticker on the electric guitar she saved up her Hy-Vee salary for and never learned to play. Maybe pretending to be an asshole has turned Raven into one.

She has no real problem with Susie - Susie Q., from math, or Susie C., from human geo; who knows, they're all the same - but she scoffs at her anyway, loud enough to catch Susie's attention. "What top-40 garbage are you listening to?"

Hunting is something they do together, or they're supposed to. But in the whole time he'd been out in the woods, Bramblepaw hadn't seen a single other cat - not playing at the stream, not waiting in a tree for the finches to return, not sitting along the RiverClan border to taunt their neighbors. If he'd been a Loner, just passing through, he would have thought the entire territory abandoned.

It was unsettling, and when he returned to the Camp, it was more of the same: everyone gone, without a trace; had he imagined them being here at all? Was it all in his head?

His mew sounded small and pitiful to even him, the mewl of a lost kitten. "Hello?"

Advanced writing makes more time for descriptions, scene-setting, and other narration. It doesn't feel "cringey," by which I mean if you read it 10 years from now you're probably not going to want to drown yourself. Please do not ask me about the 2005 Proboards forum I adminned and referenced for this tutorial.

So now that we can recognize what writing our level might be at - how do we shop for a site?

FINDING YOUR FIT

Now that you have a sense of where your writing sits, it's time to use that data point in searching for a new site to call home. Some sites make it easy for you by self-identifying as beginner, intermediate, or advanced; some sites may use "semi-literate" and "literate," but I know I stray from those labels because it feels like a value judgment, and as I said before:

there is nothing wrong with being part of a beginner or intermediate community, if that is what makes the most sense for your writing and for what you aim to get out of your roleplay experience!

Before applying to a new site, you should do a little bit of digging around to see if it's a good fit for you:

Look at accepted character applications. How do these compare to your own writing?

Skim some threads from top posters. How does this community write and structure their threads? Could you see yourself regularly keeping up with their speed, length, literary quality?

To the above point - does it seem like the community has a tendency towards your personal writing pet peeves? (For example, I personally cannot stand purple prose, and if the site community is prone to it, I am OUT.)

This is in addition to all standard due-diligence site-hunting routines, e.g. not diving into the world of Southern Gothic supernatural if you're looking for, say, urban fantasy.

It's also worth thinking about how the community behaves on the server, if you join it:

Is there a thread shoutout/compliments/etc channel? What passages are members calling out in there as exceptional writing?

Do the members strike you as open-minded and friendly or as more of a closed group? If you choose to shoot for a level above your standard writing as a growth exercise, this will be easier to achieve with an open-minded and friendly group than with a group of snobs.

Do you enjoy the vibe? Something frequently overlooked, I think. If you don't like the energy of the community, just don't join the site - that is going to be much more productive for everyone than you joining and then trying to get the staff to fully re-engineer their community.

Be honest with yourself! Regardless of how much you like a site's plot, lore, and community, joining a site that sits above your writing proficiency is challenging. You might find your characters routinely pended for lacking the development of other characters onsite. Other members may not be enthusiastic to write with you - not necessarily out of snobbishness or elitism, but because it's not fun to feel like you're not getting equal effort or quality from a writing partner. And you might find yourself feeling insecure about how your writing stacks up to others (I've been writing on advanced sites for 10 years and I feel insecure about my own writing sometimes!) which might sap your muse.

If you are looking for a minimal-effort, minimal-stress rp experience, stick to sites that are at or below your writing level. Writing with people of similar skillset will help take the edge off any insecurity, and because writing will be lower-pressure and lower-effort, you will be better positioned to juggle multiple characters and more big plots. "Lower effort" doesn't mean "lazy" - it just means that you free up headspace that otherwise you might spend on the mechanics of writing versus the excitement of plotting.

If you are an intermediate writer seeking to write on an advanced site, you need to take a much more deliberate approach.

One thing I see often is intermediate writers applying multiple characters to an advanced site at once. This is a losing proposition. While staff might be willing to pend an app and work with you on revisions, if they see you submitting multiple applications that require major revisions and overhauls, they see a pattern. While staff might be willing to help you develop one character to their site's standard, if they anticipate you needing that level of coaching on every character, they will question your ability to keep up with their members in threads. Staff cannot be expected to assist members on writing each thread post - at that point, it becomes easier to decline all of the intermediate writer's applications.

If you are an intermediate writer seeking to write on an advanced site, you need to treat this as a "quality, not quantity" project.

When I was 13 I was writing very much at a beginner and intermediate level, just little Neopets rps with my friends. Then I joined a horse rp - an advanced rp - with a 1000 word minimum per post. While I am beyond thankful ridiculous word count minimums aren't common anymore, I can credit this rp with much of my growth as a writer.

I wrote one (1) character. And I only plotted her with a couple of others. I was very active in the OOC community, and was eventually made a mod - but when it came to IC activity, I focused all my energy on one character and just a couple of plots, because I spent hours on each post, making sure that I was matching my writing partners as best I could. It was much more work than the beginner & intermediate forums I was on with my friends, and much more work for much less action. But stretching like that is what made advanced writing get easier and easier - until I could balance two characters on an advanced site, then four, until now, when I write 12 characters on multiple advanced sites with relative ease. The real challenge is in keeping up with threads - not in matching quality anymore.

If you are an intermediate writer seeking to improve your writing, joining an advanced site is a great option for growth, but you need to adjust your expectations.

Here are my best tips for intermediate writers looking to make the jump to advanced - or, for that matter, for beginners to make the jump to intermediate:

Focus, focus, focus. Choose one (1) character to write - no matter how tempted you are by want ads, no matter how many other ideas you get, no matter what your muse is throwing at you. Use all those on sites at your current level. For your reach site, pick one character.

Be receptive. Your one (1) character might take a revision or two to get out of a pend. Remember that staff don't pend apps to be assholes - they do it because they believe in you and think you have it in you to do the necessary revisions! If they thought you were a lost cause they wouldn't have wasted their own time with a pend. Be open to the idea that they know what works and is expected in their community. After all, if your character and your writing aren't appealing to the site community... you're not going to have anyone to write with!

Focus, focus, focus, part 2. You should not choose this character based on the volume of plots they can attract. Choose a character who has one or two very close plots for you to focus on. You might consider identifying a particularly kind member of the community and filling one of their want ads, so that this close plot is ready-made for you, and so this person can be a friendly face on your writing journey.

Be realistic. You might think: well, if I focus on one character for a few weeks, then I'll be ready to take on another, right? You might be or you might not. Don't rush it. This entire journey is about deliberation and intentionality. Don't take on a second character on an advanced site until writing the first to the same standard is noticeably easier.

Be kind to yourself. This is a lot of work! If you have the time for it, you might consider also staying active on a site that is at your writing level, so you have a place for easy writing, indulging your plot bunnies, etc.

I hope this tutorial has been a helpful resource to you, both in identifying how to find the right rp for you and in figuring out how to improve your writing, if you so choose. Happy writing!

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revisionaryhistory · 3 years

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Three Days ~ 72

~*~Sebastian~*~

Yes, I gave Emma a key on her way out the door and told her to keep it. Pretty chickenshit, huh? Only it's not. I gave her a key on her way out the door and told her to keep it because it's not a big deal. There's no reason to have a conversation. I had my mom drive me to the back of the school where I put my shit in her vehicle. I knew the code and thought nothing of stowing my suitcase. I realize my apartment is different than a vehicle. Again, except it's not. The thought of her calling or, fuck, knocking on the door when she came back, did not feel right. And if I was in the shower, what was she going to do, sit outside the door and knock occasionally? Fuck no. So, I gave her a key.

The worst thing Emma would do is show up before I got home and rearrange some drawers and leave some cabinets open. Speaking of drawers, I cleared out a couple for her. The first thing I did after she left was to go into my bedroom and unpacked her suitcase, which I then shoved in the hall closet. The last time she was here I liked her things mixed in with mine. Still true. Her dresses hanging in my closet, shampoo in my shower, and the toothbrush I'd held hostage all made me smile.

Everything about Emma made me smile.

I got back to work only to be interrupted by a text from Will telling me Alissa was having lunch with Angie and Emma. Oh good, I might get to have another fun conversation. After the group chat with Alissa and Kirk I was confident that wouldn't happen. By the time we were done, I think they understood they could have fucked things up. Luckily Emma came to me. Plus, I learned how different my behavior looked to friends. Nothing I could do about that and in the end, it turned out well.

Before I knew it, I heard a key in my front door. The expected thrill from that was better than I imagined. I put everything down with a plan for her to return to my lap. Plan was blown when Emma and Angie struggled through the door carrying an obscene number of bags. So many colors, sizes, and store names on so many bags.

I stood to help, taking from one of her hands, "What the fuck did you two do?"

Emma stretched up onto her toes and kissed me, "I have a problem."

"You ran out of stores?"

"No." She glared at me. "Sometimes the stars align. Free time in the city on a beautiful day for shopping. My best friend for company and to stop me from buying a fashion faux pas. A boyfriend who has an appreciation for me in nice things. And an impending trip to France."

Angie added, "Stores with new inventory. And a tequila lunch to impair our impulse control at that adorable shop you two found."

I lined the bags up on our dance floor. "I think you two are dangerous. You don’t reign each other in."

They laughed, “Yes we do." Both waved a hand over the bags and Emma said, "This could have been much worse."

Just looking at the bags and glimpses of their contents I guessed there were many hundreds of dollars in my living room. I liked how she shopped. "Show me everything." This buying spree was all me. Show tonight, first date, and five days in Paris. "I’m excited.” Her trying on everything in a just for me fashion show would have to wait for another time.

I oohed and awwed and made cringey faces with each outfit. The pair had a similar style, with Emma's being kicked up a notch. She took more risks. "Which will you be torturing me with tonight?"

Emma stuck her tongue out with a huge grin, "Which do you want?"

I felt my dirty smirk, "You know which one." My pants felt a little tighter with just the thought.

Angie waved, "I don't."

"You'll have to wait."

Angie looked from Emma to me, "I'd warn you to be careful what you ask for, but I think you can handle the strain."

"Or die trying." I shrugged.

We sat down, laughing and talking until Angie noticed the time. "Shit."

Soundcheck at six, doors at seven, then music at eight. The second group on at ten-thirty.

"Can you get ready here and go over with us?" It made no sense for her to round trip to Brooklyn when Bowery Ballroom was ten minutes away on a bad night.

Angie looked at Emma, "Do you have shoes?"

Emma nodded.

I stood up, "Let me shower then you two can have the bedroom."

Emma stood, "I'll grab my stuff and we’ll start in the guest bath." She followed me into the bedroom, where she attempted to tackle me onto my bed. I let her. She pushed me to my back and stretched out on me. "Did you have a good day?"

First things first. I kissed her, resting my hands on her ass. "I did. Not as good as you."

"Then I will make sure you have a good night."

"That sounds fun."

Emma kissed me, her tongue seeking out mine. I left one hand on her ass and sunk the other in her hair I didn't let her go the first time she tried to push away. I wasn't ready. The second time I eased my grip and she stayed up on her arms hovering over me for several seconds. I cocked my head and pulled down my eyebrows. She smiled and lowered for a soft kiss, “I love you."

"I love you."

Emma stood up and walked to where she'd put her bag. "Umm, Sebastian?"

I'd taken off my shirt, working on my shorts, "I unpacked."

"You unpacked me?" She looked a little surprised.

"I did." I walked into the bathroom naked. "Makeup and stuff in here. Clothes in some drawers."

She followed me, "Thank you." Emma's fingers trailed down my chest, stopping below my navel.

"Would you believe me if I said I don't like bags on the floor?"

"No."

I touched my lips to hers, staying close, "Smart girl." I pulled open the shower door, "Get away from me or we'll be late."

She pinched my ass with a laugh before grabbing her stuff and leaving.

I've given up drawer space before. Having someone dig clean panties out of a suitcase after you fucked her is shitty if she's staying longer than a weekend. I didn't think giving her drawers warranted a conversation either. However, now that she's home and I'm alone in the shower my overthinking brain wonders. It would have to wait.

The ladies were dressing up, but I was not. The Bowery is a big hot room shoved full of people. When I'd been there, one side of the mezzanine was roped off for a VIP area with tables and bar service. There's no way in hell Kirk won’t have a section for friends and family for him to hold court in. Still, it's a rock show. I pulled on a pair of jeans, a dark blue t-shirt and a pair of boots. Brushed my teeth, threw some product in my hair, and prepared to evacuate the space. I yelled down the hall, "Ladies, room is yours.” I heard them gathering and coming my way. I waited until they were in the room before holding out my arms, "Do I look acceptable?"

Emma stopped with a smile, "You look wonderful."

Angie shook her head, "Uh uh, she's wearing black. You’re too dark and you’ll blend."

I wasn't a stranger to complementary dressing for a date. "The blue’s not different enough?"

"Too dark a blue. On the mezzanine it'll look black."

I looked for Emma who was sitting on the bed, "Don't look at me. I wear tour shorts to dad's shows and Jimmy wasn’t about to change from his collared shirts."

Angie laughed, "His style was pretentious asshole." She thought a second, "I'd say white for a stark contrast or a red. Even though red is darker it’s a good look. Red and black is better than navy and black."

Emma raised her hand.

Angie called on her, "Yes, Emiliana."

"Ms. Angie, I would like to vote red." Of course, she would.

Angie looked at me, "How does Mr. Seb feel about the request?"

"I feel like my girlfriend is making me her own personal eye candy." The two ladies looked at each other aghast. I snickered, "I approve because I got input on the dress." I ducked onto the closet and pulled out the exact red shirt Emma wanted. Our second date and her first visit I opened the door in it. I held it out, "Better." They nodded. I handed the red one to Angie, handed the navy one to Emma, and took the red from Angie. They were shifting eyes from each other and me. I stood there looking between them.

"Do we pay you for the strip show?" I liked Angie playing with me like I did Chris, Will, and Chace goofing off with Emma.

I shook my head, "No, but tips are appreciated." I glanced at the clock, "We need to be out in thirty minutes if we don’t want to be late."

"We'll be ready."

"You both already look beautiful. Your clothes are in the right three drawers." Emma nodded with a smile and I leaned over on one foot to kiss her, "Love you."

Emma threw out, "Te iubesc, Sebasti-an."

I shivered, "I'll be waiting by the window.”

I was out the door when I heard Angie. "He's not emotionally unavailable. He's crazy in love."

I yelled back, "Thanks for your confidence."

I forgot the best friend was in the room when Alissa and Kirk were dropping bombs. We're way past that now. If Angie had doubts I couldn’t blame her. She'd be the one to deal with any destruction I caused. I was going to bust my balls not to. I may not be the best at giving myself credit for my good points, but I’m not stupid. Most of the time.

The longer it took them to come out the antsier I got. Emma doesn't take this long to get ready. Either they're talking more than getting ready or she's doing something complicated. No idea which.

Twenty minutes in Angie came down the hall. She'd curled her hair and had on the bright red dress she'd bought today. It was fitted, short, and off the shoulder. I whistled, "Sexy. Your husband will like."

Angie smiled, "Thank you. He likes red."

"Looks good on you." I laughed. "I can see why Eli never disputed the throuple thing. I'm going to enjoy walking in with two of you."

"Yeah, he ate that up. I'm sure he felt like his single self again. Threesomes with fans were his thing. Every night on tour and when they played locally."

I didn't know what to say. Part of me was impressed. I'd had threesomes, but every night? They're fun, but there's a lot of things going on all at once. Unless you just lay back and enjoy the attention. I think I'll stop now.

Angie read something on my face. She shook her head, "I tell you this to say that Eli was a very different person before we met. People change. People want different things in different relationships. Sometimes things they didn’t know they wanted. Eli was very different with me than those who came before me. You get to be different too."

Did not expect that. She had her butt on the window sill beside me. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, "Thank you."

She nodded with a smile, "You're welcome." Angie chuckled, "Eli's friends, especially the band, struggled with the changes. Then Boone met this cute little twink and discovered he was gay. Eli's changes were comparatively minuscule."

We were still laughing when Emma came into the room. I stopped laughing and mumbled, "Fuck."

Emma curtsied, "Thank you."

Emma's little black dress was... wow. The top looked like it had a built-in bra that lifted her breasts and showed an enticing amount of cleavage. Straps were far to the side, almost under her arms and straight over her shoulder. There was another pair of straps that connected at the corner of the dress and shoulder strap. They went diagonal across her chest and connected to a thicker collar around her neck. Triangles of bare skin showed off breasts and collar bones. It was the collar that would keep my attention for the skin in covered. Emma's favorite place to be kissed was hidden. What had taken them so long was her hair. Usually, she puts smooth curls into her naturally wavy hair. Tonight her hair was long and straight. It hung over one shoulder and was inches longer than when curled.

I stood from the window sill and stepped toward her while plotting where my hands went. I think one to her waist to feel the tight stretch of material over her body and the other is going for her hair. The material was thick and soft. It had the structure to hold everything in place. Up close I could see the black underwire on the bra and the soft swell of her breasts blooming over the top. I had plans for kissing there. I pulled up a strand of hair close to her temple and ran my fingers through to the end, well past her breasts. She wore more makeup than usual, still beautiful, but I didn’t want to mess her up. I pulled her bottom lip between mine and ran my tongue over. I kept her close as I pulled from her lips, "Beautiful doesn’t cover it, Emma."

M-am gandit la tine toata ziua, Sebasti-an. <I've been thinking of you all day.>

“Mă voi gândi la tine toată noaptea. Fiind în interiorul tău, gustându-te.” <I'll be thinking of you all night. Being inside you, tasting you.>

From beside us I heard, "I don't know what he said, but from the tone it's dirty." Angie took Emma's hand from my shoulder and led her away. "You can translate later. I need to go say dirty things to my husband."

Ten minutes later we were at the Bowery Ballroom. Angie had texted Eli to meet us at the door. A guy wearing a "STAFF" t-shirt opened the door and asked if we knew where we were going. Angie and Emma nodded. I shrugged. I hadn't been here in years and had forgotten that once inside you went down a set of stairs to a low ceilinged bar. Past the bathrooms, you went upstairs to the main floor. A larger bar was at the opposite end from the stage. There were stairs on either side leading to the balcony. There were black cases opened on the floor in front of the stage. That’s when it hit me. This was her world, not mine.

I could feel the excitement rolling off Emma. She looked over to me, her smile wide, and I squeezed her hand. Eli jumped off the stage, kissing Angie before greeting us. The other band had taken longer to soundcheck and they were running behind.

Emma looked around, "Where is Keaton?" Eli pointed up. She added, "Mia here?"

"Not yet."

"We'll see you up there." Emma led me to a hallway to the right of the stage and up another set of stairs, talking as we walked. "Keaton opened for Pearl Jam many years ago and then the last tour. He and Mia had just gotten together the first time. Now they have two kids. They like to tell their story to new people. It's fun."

At the top of the stairs, I stopped, pulling her hand back to me. "I love how excited you are. You know this world, how it works." Her confidence going into a backstage area was evident. She knew what she was doing, where she was "I want to see you backstage at a Pearl Jam concert. I bet you’re treated like royalty."

She smiled, "Staff and the longtime fans are protective, you don't fuck with the Vedder women. Even on fan sites and social media friends and family are treated with respect. People are quick to be put in their place or kicked out. None of the guys put up with shit. Ed calls people out from stage. But I’m not anybody here"

I didn't believe that for a second. She is Eddie Vedder's daughter. I bet she's treated with respect here too, partly because if she’s not, the band will never open for PJ again. I was getting increasingly proud and excited being with her here. Excited for me to experience something I didn't know from the inside.

Top of the stairs was a security guard. First one I'd seen since we arrived. He was bigger than me, but not by much. Beefy Civil War Bucky could have taken him easy. This guy had a clipboard and a list.

"Name?"

I let her handle this. Her name, one of her options, held more weight than mine. Emma smiled, "Emiliana Vedder."

He looked up from his list, eyeing her slowly, "I'm a huge Pearl Jam fan. You need anything you find me. I’m Dylan."

“Thank you, Dylan."

Dylan pointed down the hall.

I laid my hand on her hip. Without her, I didn't belong here. Part of my brain was enjoying being second to her in this world. I wasn’t as thrilled when I was second in the acting world. That felt like competition. This feels like fun. No pressure or networking for me. Hollywood and music were built on knowing and improving your place in the food chain. I think she's at the top of this food chain. Not that it matters, but I can’t help thinking this way. When I walk into a party or event I am immediately checking for who I know and who I want to know.

Short hall to an open door, Emma called out as we got closer, "Hope you're decent."

A deep voice with a New York accent answered, "Have you ever known me to be decent?"

"Ok, just not naked?"

We went through the door and the owner of the voice came toward us. "Close enough."

The man was taller than me, had long skinny legs, and a strong upper body. He wasn't in a shirt, but he had enough chest chair to count as a sweater. He went straight for my girl, wrapping her into a tight hug. "It's been too long." He stepped back and looked her over more closely than I liked, "You are bloody fucking gorgeous. If I didn't have Mia I’d be taking you home with me tonight"

Emma laughed, "I think he might object." She nodded in my direct.

Keaton’s attention turned to me, "Lucky bastard." He held out a hand, "Keaton."

"Sebastian. Nice to meet you."

Keaton introduced the others in the band. Kevin spoke when done, "Can we call you Bucky?"

"Not if you want me to answer." My canned response sets a limit and gets a laugh. And they did laugh.

My thinking had been correct. Emma was the star of our couple tonight. They caught up and Emma filled them in on what Ed was doing before attention turned to me. The questions weren't about Marvel. They wanted to know about the weightless stuff in The Martian and making out with Margot Robbie. Stacy, Kevin's wife, wanted to talk about Once Upon a Time.

We talked over the soundcheck going on below only interrupted by the arrival of a pixie sized woman coming into the room. She looked over all of us, seemed to wink at Emma, then locked eyes with Keaton, "Hey, Rockstar."

Keaton stood to go to her, "Cheerleader." They met for a kiss that I could feel.

Emma pointed, "That's Mia." Everyone else went back to talking and out of the corner of my eye I could see the couple stop kissing to talk then start kissing again. No one paying attention told me this wasn't unusual. They didn’t break apart until Eli and company came through the door and only then because Kirk pushed Keaton away so he could hug Mia.

With the moment gone Keaton joined the rest of us, grabbing a backpack before he sat down. Mia followed less than a minute later, pulling Emma off the couch, "So excited when Keaton told me you were coming."

They hugged and Emma said, " We've got some catching up to do."

Mia looked at me, "Yes, we do."

I stood while Emma laughed, "Mia this is Sebastian."

"Nice to... oh" I was surprised when Mia pulled me into a hug, "meet you."

Mia stepped back, "Sorry, I'm a hugger."

"Me too." I smiled, "It’s nice to meet you."

A voice came from the doorway. The same man who had let us in, "Doors open."

Eli nodded, "Thanks, Bill."

Bill moved out of the way as a server with a large tray of shot glasses came into the room. Everyone took one and Eli asked him to close the door as he left. I was in the middle of a tradition and followed along. Eli held up his glass, "Good friends, good music, good times."

Keaton added, "And a night we'll never forget, except the parts we can't remember."

Everyone drank. Keaton pulled a joint out of the smaller bag he’d pulled from his backpack and lit up. I guess we'd be marking get high together off our couple's Bingo card. The joint got to Emma first and she inhaled deeply. I took a kiss as she handed it off to me. The smoke hit my lungs and it was like they remembered, opening up to pull in a memory. I'd hadn't had a cigarette in years, a heavy habit that had been hard to break. My pot usage varied. More social than solo and it had been awhile. Thinking back, I hadn't been high since we'd met. I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly with a smile, "Pot makes me horny."

I heard laughter and opened my eyes. They were laughing at Emma, whose arms were up like she was signaling a touchdown.

Eli was looking at me, "When are you not?"

I started to protest then pulled back, "Good point.” Emma was signaling another touchdown. I pulled her arms down. "Why are you acting like you never get laid?"

All four women shook their heads. Stacy had just handed off to Mia, "That’s celebrating the good sex to come."

I could already feel the mellowing out and my smile felt slow, "Ok, that's good, or it will be."

Emma put her arm over my shoulder and kissed my cheek, "Very good."

Mia pointed back and forth between us, "How long has this been going on?"

I went in with the answer, "A month on Monday."

Keaton, Kevin, and JP looked at each other with a low growl, "New couple sex is such a fun crapshoot. You gotta try everything at least twice."

Kirk snickered, "That’s two birthdays, Seb."

I flipped him off.

Keaton had a shit-eating grin on his face, "My Mia doesn't get horny. She gets touch hungry and I can play that to turn in to horny.”

Angie threw her hand out toward Emma, "Also gets touch hungry and a dirty mind. If she can stop laughing."

JP started laughing, "Oh yeah, remember Iowa?

Emma shook her head violently, "Nothing good happened in Iowa. Iowa was a disaster with bright moments."

I leaned in, "I wanna hear this. I'm envious of tour stories." They went quiet, "Who's going to start?'

Emma huffed out a breath, "Iowa was a festival in the front yard of a water company. It was muddy, hot, and in the middle of nowhere. Pearl Jam was the headliner. There were several other acts. Keaton, Neon Trees, Hanson, Adam Lambert. I wanted to meet Adam. Dad said not alone. I took Keaton."

Keaton picked up the story, "Adam is a fucking wall wrapped in leather and spikes. Imposing. I take her to his trailer, he's smoking, and we join. The conversation got filthy fast. They were making plans."

Emma took over, "They were imaginary threesome plans. Very detailed. Keaton was all in until he figured out this threesome had him as the center of attention, not me. Adam turned it on and Keaton thought leaving me with Adam was safer than him staying."

I laughed, "You bailed!"

“The plans had gotten too specific and he's big. You know what I mean." He shivered, "I went back and got stoned with Ed. That’s fucking nirvana every time. Who doesn’t dream of getting stoned with Pearl Jam."

I pouted, "I haven’t met him."

Emma sang, "Christmas."

Eli picked up, "You’re going to Hawaii?"

I nodded.

"Maybe don't tell him getting high makes you horny."

"Let's get stoned so I can fuck your daughter is a bad idea?" We were all laughing again. I was not going to do that.

Emma stood and went toward the refrigerator. I glared at Kirk and he followed her. He needed to apologize. Keaton went for his guitar, "He’s very protective."

The musicians started getting ready. Changing clothes, adding deodorant, and last trips to the bathroom. People shifted from sitting to standing and between pods of people. Emma and Kirk were still in the corner by the fridge. I joined Keaton and Kevin and heard more about Iowa. Emma was right, it was a disaster, but they had fun. Another joint went around and I noticed what a strange word Iowa was. It has too many vowels. Also realized[LW1] I didn't know where it was, "Is that one of the square states?"

Since we were high things were funnier than they actually were. Like my question.

"You skip fourth grade?" Keaton snickered.

"I was in Austria in fourth grade."

"No shit!"

I laughed at his expression. "Romania, Austria, then here."

Keaton sighed, "I fucking loved Prague."

"That’s the Czech Republic.”

"Not Romania?" He shook his head slowly as he spoke.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

I pointed to myself and said emphatically, "Romanian."

"Well, fuck me. I thought it was Romania."

"Don't give me shit about not knowing Iowa."

We laughed so hard and so long we were holding onto each other with tears running down our cheeks.

Heaving for breath Keaton got out, "Squarish state attached to the Chicago state. At the bottom. West."

"Thank you."

We kept laughing until I felt hands on my waist slide around on my stomach. I knew it was Emma, but since I was stoned, I glanced at the hands just to be sure. What was coming would be bad if it wasn't her. Emma's touch hunger and my horniness were an incendiary combination.

I raised one arm to turn in that direction. Emma loosened her hold enough to allow me to face her. I put my hands on her face diving straight into a kiss. Our tongues met and her fingers dug into my back. She tasted of weed and tequila. I couldn't get enough of all three.

I heard Keaton's voice behind me, "Time to go, Seb."

I peeled myself away from my girl and took her hand. Since this wasn't a true opener and main act sort of thing the non-performing group would be upstairs with the rest of us. As we filed out of the room, we passed by Kirk who was holding a small bowl of gummy bears. The edible would kick in as the joint was fading and see us through the night.

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(Note: I’m not repeating stories he’s told before and just putting them in parenthesis. I have a lot more videos to go until I’m caught up so that would save me a lot of time. If he gives details I never heard from him before, I will type those.)

“I Figured Something Out” Sept 24, 2020 Speaks

- Says he likes to make videos pointing out his flaws because when he realizes he was doing something wrong, he likes to point it out and move on. You shouldn’t bottle things up. - Says when he started making these video he was angry and over time he winded down. - Begs his follower to look into the Regina / Adam thing. Says Regina pretended to be a transgender person named Adam. He says he was told this by a friend of someone he loves, by someone he loves, by a Hansen insider, and two other people who looked into it. They fabricated a person and a story. He says it’s gross. He says he doesn’t know exactly what was said because he doesn’t watch those videos. - Says he recently watched a beautiful, capable, smart women talk about cancel culture and drama. She’s a republican who doesn’t believe in the far right or left. Says most people go with the flow, but she’s an individual. He says he didn’t care there were things she said that he disagreed with because of the way she spoke. He says when he talks to people online, he has to remember you’re not that different. We all have feelings and people are less reasonable in your opinion if you don’t approach them reasonably. He says he is too harsh and mean in his videos, unlike the women. He understands you’re not supposed to sugarcoat the truth, but other people have feelings. - (People are after him because he hurt their feelings.) - Brings up Regina again. He says he doesn’t know what their problem is because he never talked to them. Says there’s sincere mental illness sprinkled around the internet and it’s proven if you put Regina and Adam side by side. He says he hasn’t watch the videos side by side, but he’s seen photos. He says he doesn’t know how this got past the filters and how people can be so negligent to the truth. He says that’s what happens when you let anyone on a show. People come on to troll or to project their issues. - He says people who watched him may have felt talked down to. He says he spoke like that because he felt like his audience turned on him before he had a chance to explain why it was all ridiculous. He felt it was unintelligent for people to assume it was the truth, but he was in a situation where he was threatened with divorce if he talked. He was stuck between being the bigger person and staying silent while he was building up frustration seeing what people were saying about him. - Says if the Regina and Adam thing is true, it’s the funniest disaster that ever occurred on social media. People were saying there’s all these victims and one of them turns out to be someone dressing up as a new person. It’s bad enough people can fake texts, but when you fake a whole person that’s another level of crazy. He says he almost feels blessed to be subjected to that level of comedy. He says it’s clinically insane for someone to do that with a straight face. He says he never even heard of Adam. - When his marriage was on the rocks because of cuddlegate, he told Billie he wanted to be alone. Billie tried to work it out with him. Says that’s evil step-mom, homewrecker stuff. [I’m pretty sure he’s talking about when he made the fake divorce video and she contacted him.] Says he had the opportunity to run away and abandon his family. He chose to stay because he doesn’t want to be that dad that choses his lustful side over his heart. He broke down crying at one point because he almost let down his family and he almost lost them. He didn’t talk to Billie for a few months after cuddlegate until Kai was like “uwu”. He says he told Kai it was a bad idea and it ended horribly. Says he’s done better than his dad and numerous other dads. - Says he doesn’t speak to people in his life as respectfully as he should. - Anyone in his shoes would be just as bitter and angry as he was. Some people wouldn’t even be alive. He lashed out because he didn’t get a fair chance. People won’t do a charity stream with him. - Once he told his full side in videos, people didn’t want to interview him anymore because he didn’t seem crazy anymore. - Says he was part of the mob against Chris Brown. He said he’s had people scream in his face and he didn’t do anything illegal to them. He called the cops on them. - (Patreon ban, he didn’t dox on purpose) - He says he wants to get rid of boob squeeze because it’s cringey to him. [thank god!]

“My Social Life- Before And After COVID” Sept 25, 2020, Speaks

- (Chris Hansen covid cure) - Says before COVID he stopped going out in public because people were taking picture of his children and posting them to the internet. An employee at Lowes and at Dairy Queen took photos of his children. He’s protective of them. A man [Hansen] showed up to his house when his kids were home. - He was thankful when COVID hit because people would stay away from him. He’s happy he has to wear a mask. He was wearing a different disguise in public before the masks. - (Kai threatened divorce if he spoke) - Says people’s emotions and mental illness cloud their memories. He conquered that when he was 17. A girl dumped him and he told her she was a monster. This was before people would seek clout so it was just between them. He says he supports her breaking up with him because they weren’t meant to be. - Seeing how crazy Seattle and society has gotten, he doesn’t want to be apart of it. - He was socially lynched without going to court. (Mike went to court) - COVID gave him on excuse to avoid everyone and family members. He says COVID is horrible and people have died, but for him it came at an interesting time. He compares it to when a kid bullied him really hard in elementary school and died in a sledding accident. Says some dude or chick in a truck hit the kid. He says another time a guy was bullying him hard and that guy died in a motorcycle accident. He gave his helmet to his girlfriend. He died a hero. He gave up his life for someone. He was handsome and had his life ahead of him. - Says according to his mother, his father got a women killed by not giving her a helmet. He kept it for himself. His father also allegedly slept with his cousin. His dad tried to sue him and failed. Three of his family member accused his father of being a predator. - A reporter interviewed his father and his father acted like a hero. - His mom is the one who left his dad. He says she didn’t have to fight for custody so there’s no motivation for her to lie. - (beat up his dad story) - Criminal experts will agree with him to follow the money in cases because money is the root of all evil. Like a news station that will make more money by making a monster instead of telling a true story. It is not profitable to tell both sides. - People like black and white stores, not stories where both people make mistakes. - He love isolation. He was covered in his father’s blood when he went to juvie. His white shirt was brown with dry blood. He was happy to be there because he was away from people and life was simpler. Everybody in there was flawed, which is better than being with his hypocrite god-loving father. Typical Seventh Day Adventist garbage. Greg says he was one as well. When he was 13 he prayed and told god he wanted nothing to do with him. Many amazing things happened to him after that. - Says you have a lot of drifters who came and destroyed someone consistent in you life, then they left. He was that consistent person. He was making hundreds of videos and entertaining thousands of people per video. Now he’s down to 900 to 3,000 views per video. They came, they destroyed, they left. They destroyed someone you connected with, had a real bond with. A lot of you cheered them on as they did this and then they left. Now you’re left with the same person, but he’s more broken. He believed in good people before, but now that he was dragged down into dirt, he has dirt in his eyes. He can’t see the sun or trees. He can just see dark and sadness. He still feels your spit on his face from when you millions of people beat him senseless socially. - He says he saw a legitimate news source says there was an FBI investigation about him. Says the FBI never contacted him. - Leafy recently suggested he should become an actor. He compares it to Kevin Spacey. Says it would be sad to lose a netflix show or a movie deal because of people saying things about you. He says imagine people who were going to be on that show with you stop talking to you because they don’t want to be dragged down with you. He’s glad he wasn’t that big when he fell because it would have hurt more. Now he gets to be a no one who knows who he really is when most people live in an alternate reality. - When he lost BillyTheFridge as a friend, he didn’t lose anything because Billy was a fake friend. Billy wanted to be a white knight. Joe and Anastasia were great friends and wanted to still talk to him. Billy later on realized James wasn’t as evil as he thought and invited him to lunch with them. Says he (James) backed out and decided to stop talking to all of them. He says it’s sad he lost Joe and Anastasia as friends, but he didn’t want to drag them into the drama and make their lives more miserable. Having friends was a burden and he didn’t want them to hurt. - (Regina / Adam) Dobs is barking. - He feels like this whole thing is a grand opportunity to look at things the way they are. He doesn’t trust anyone anymore and he doesn’t believe in friendships anymore. - He swears on his life he’s more honest than Sarah, Billie, and Shiloh.

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fishoutofcamelot · 4 years

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(for the ask thing) any book/tv show/movie/song recommendations?

BRO! I heckin got you man! Now, I’m gonna skip the song and book recommendation bit because that sorta thing isn’t really my scene. BUT! In terms of TV? My rec list is like a mile long. I’m gonna include a read-more line, actually.

BBC Merlin: You know I had to put this on the list. But the fact that you’re on my blog means you’ve probably watched this one, so I won’t go into detail about it. Available on Netflix

Mob Psycho 100: Just a cute, sweet story about a bunch of psychic kids trying to kill each other. A story with this much fighting has no right to be so wholesome. Mob is just a good boy, he doesn’t deserve all this! Fair warning, its messages about identity, self love, and growth WILL make you feel Emotions. Available on various anime pirating websites

Red vs Blue: The found family game is SO strong in this one. By far the best found family plot/dynamic I have ever and will ever experience. The characters are all so solid, yknow? Like it took me three rewatches to understand the plot, but I didn’t even care because I loved the characters SO MUCH. It’s also really, really funny (although some of the jokes have aged a bit poorly tbh). Basically about a bunch of space marines who goof off and accidentally dismantle corrupt governments along the way. Available on Youtube

Supernatural: Is it cringey? Yeah. Does the fandom suck? Also yeah. Is Destiel overrated? BIG yeah. But it’s got monsters, magic, family, and a plot that doesn’t revolve around romance - and really, what more could you ask for? And sure, a lot of people don’t really like the later seasons, but idk I actually prefer them. Season 15 has me THRIVING. I mean come on - character vs author?! Fighting the guy who literally wrote you into existence because he doesn’t want to give your story a happy ending?! Say what you will about Supernatural, but it’s one of the most imaginative shows I’ve ever seen. Available on Netflix

Avatar the Last Airbender: You like stellar animation, intricate worldbuilding/magicbuilding, and a perspective on war that is surprisingly mature for a kids show? Check it out. This show is without a doubt one of the best animated series of all time. Go on. Watch it. It’ll change your life. Available on Netflix

The Umbrella Academy: Time-travelling assassins. Superheroes. Ghosts. Talking monkeys. Murder mysteries. Baller soundtracks. This show will never give you what you expect. I don’t even think I could properly describe it to you. Available on Netflix

Detective Conan: An anime. It’s about a teen detective - think Nancy Drew but bloodier - who witnesses a crime and is fed an experimental poison in order to keep him from telling anyone. But instead of killing him, the poison turns him into a 6-year-old. So now he’s got to solve crimes and take down a criminal organization while in the body of a child. Naturally, shenanigans ensue. Fair warning, the main character becomes a bit of a Mary Sue in later episodes, but the first 300 or so are pretty fun. A few episodes are available on Netflix, but not any of the good ones. You’ll need an anime pirating website for that

Knives Out: My favourite movie ever, of all time. It’s a murder mystery that both subverts and pays homage to its parent genre in all the right places. It’s funny, it’s intelligent, and has a spectacular ending! Although I do wish the fandom would stop being so horny for Ransom, I mean he’s literally racist...No clue where you can find this tbh, I saw it in theatres

Derry Girls: Now I’m not normally a big fan of realistic fiction/sitcom stuff. Despite how funny they are, I’ve not even watched The Office or Parks and Rec because that normal daily life stuff just doesn’t peak my interest. And yet, somehow this story about a group of Irish high schoolers just has me enthralled. Very funny, very well-written, give it a watch. Available on Netflix

Fullmetal Alchemist Brotherhood: Another anime. Phenomenal animation? Check. Fascinating plot and characters? Check. Detailed magic system that gets my lore-obsessed heart fluttering? Big heckin check. So basically two kids try to use Fantasy Science to bring their mom back to life, only the experiment fails and has some pretty nasty consequences - one boy loses his arm and leg, while the other loses his entire body and has his soul bound to a suit of armour. Now they gotta go through government conspiracies, ethical dilemmas, and Daddy Issues to try and get their bodies back. Available on Netflix

The Disastrous Life of Saiki K: Yet another anime. I know, I know, I’m a nerd, get over it. This show doesn’t have a complex plot or even complex characters, tbh, but what it does have is some amazing humour. It’s extremely funny, and it’s also just a nice show to kick back and relax to. Basically this guy who’s so op that he could rewrite the laws of reality on a whim is stuck dealing with relationship drama in high school despite being very, very asexual and very, very tired. Mostly he just uses his powers to avoid people and eat junk food, which is honestly a mood. Available on Netflix

Scooby Doo! Mystery Incorporated: Honestly I’d recommend almost anything that’s Scooby Doo-related because that was my childhood obsession. I used to have like 20 of the movies on DVD before my mom gave them all away. To this day I still love Scooby Doo, and watch it whenever I get the chance. But if you ask any SD fan, they’ll probably tell you that Mystery Incorporated is the best, most intelligent, most creative installment in the franchise. And they’re right (although I do wish there was less relationship drama...) Available on Netflix

Evil Genius: This is a documentary series about the Collar Bomb Robbery. Now, despite what the above list might indicate, I actually watch a LOT of documentaries, and if I were here to recommend all of them then we would be here all day. Not really ‘funny’ like the other entries on this list, it’s actually rather tragic, but definitely a cerebral viewing experience. Available on Netflix

Screwball: Now this is a documentary that IS funny. It’s about drug scandals in baseball. But the dramatic scene re-enactments are done with child actors that are all wearing fake beards and pretending to be drug dealers. It’s not only a fascinating subject, but it’s got amazing editing and visuals that have me in awe. Available on Netflix

Behind the Curve: Yet another documentary. This one’s about the rise of the Flat Earth movement. You’ll spend most of the time on the verge of having a stroke because of how stupid it all is. Available on Netflix

The Movies That Made Us: Okay okay okay last documentary on the list I swear. This one’s exactly what it says on the tin. It’s a series talking about the behind-the-scenes production of iconic movies like Home Alone and Ghostbusters. I eagerly await the second season. Available on Netflix

Monster Factory: If you’re familiar with the McElroy brothers and their brand of humour, you’ll love this. Griffin and Justin team up to make the most disturbing avatars they can create using video game character creators. The origins of the Final Pam meme. If I had a shirt with a quote from Monster Factory on it, I’d die a happy man. Available on Youtube

Baman Piderman: The dumbest show I have ever watched, but it’s so adorable and stupid and I love it so much. It doesn’t really have a plot, but later episodes allude to the presence of one and I’m upset because there are so many mysteries/questions hinted at and we’ll never get answers because it’s been abandoned. PLEASE watch it. Available on Youtube

Stranger Things: Okay, season 2 was a bit of a let-down imo, but season 1 was ICONIC and the Scoops Troop subplot in season 3 deserved its own freakin spinoff. I’m not joking. I didn’t even like s3 all that much, but the only reason it’s my favourite is because the Scoops Troop plot was so great. People call this show ‘horror’ but I don’t think it’s scary enough for that, although it is admittedly kinda spooky. If you like 80s nostalgia and the horror aesthetic, then I’d give it a watch (Do it for Scoops Troop. Do it for Robin). Available on Netflix

Jack and the Cuckoo-Clock Heart: Despite my overwhelming love for this film, I’ll be the first to admit it’s kinda mediocre. The plot is weird and the romance feels forced, but despite its flaws it manages to be one of my favourite movies. Mostly I just like it for the unique concept and beautiful ending. Also the music is off the par man. Probably because the writer/producer of the movie was the lead singer for a French band called Dionysus (what? I do my research). Available on Netflix

Wakfu: I haven’t seen past season 3, but so far it’s pretty good. You go in thinking it’s just a wholesome action/adventure show about a kid who can create portals - but then it just. Sucks you in. From its bopping theme song to its fantastic found family to the unique worldbuilding, you very quickly fall in love with it. It’s got a cool plot and also talking dragons, and it doesn’t get better than that. Available on Netflix

Mystery Skulls Animated: Technically not a TV show so much as it is a series of animated music videos with a plot, but I’ll be damned if this isn’t one of the greatest things of all time. It’s basically Scooby Doo but if Shaggy got possessed by a demon and killed Fred, causing Fred to become a ghost hellbent on revenge-killing Shaggy in return. And if Scooby was an ancient Japanese spirit that bit off Shaggy’s arm, forcing him to wear a metal prosthetic. Yeah, MSA is wild. It’s only got three videos out so far, with a fourth one coming out this October, but there’s already so much lore! Available on Youtube

Don’t Hug Me I’m Scared: Ah yes, yet another cringey entry on this list. But you know what? Cringe culture is dead!!! And despite its fandom being...like that...DHMIS really is a cool show. Think if Sesame Street was like haunted or something. The episodes about creativity and telling time remain the most unsettling, imo. Definitely worth a watch. Available on Youtube

Inanimate Insanity: Oh boy. Am I seriously recommending you dip your little fingies into the object fandom? Yes. Yes I am. This show is so obscure it makes freakin Detective Conan look popular. At its core it’s a parody of Total Drama Island and Survivor but with anthropomorphized inanimate objects as characters (hence the name). Season 2 is actually really, really good and surprisingly competent. You just gotta get through season 1 first. Available on Youtube

The X-Files: Wow, a live action series on this list? Who woulda thought??? But seriously, this show is really fun. Memes and jokes aside, I love it. Scully and Mulder are fun characters with great chemistry (both platonic and romantic), the Lone Horsemen are hilarious, and every episode is a unique adventure into the most creative acid trips the human mind could conceive of. Phenomenal from start to finish (if you ignore the last season). I have no clue where you would watch this. Pirate it, probably

Buzzfeed Unsolved: Two idiots investigate cold cases and haunted locales while being utter dumbasses about it. You know the “hey demons it’s be ya boi” meme? That came from these guys. Available on Youtube

Kingdom: Ngl, I didn’t go into this expecting zombies. Or for it to take place during Korean feudalism, for that matter. But mediocre dubbing aside, this show has such a clever concept. It takes the zombie apocalypse genre and gives refreshing, unique twists to old tropes that they feel like something new. Seo-bi is my wife and she deserves all the love and appreciation in the world, and those are just Facts. Available on Netflix

My Hero Academia: Superhero high school anime. I personally am not a fan of later episodes/arcs, but the first three seasons are pretty dang good. Diverse, colourful ensemble cast that you easily grow to adore, interesting commentary on disability (although I’m not qualified to give any actual takes on that), and a school curriculum that makes me very, very concerned for the wellbeing of these children. Plus all the superpowers - aka ‘quirks’ - are super imaginative and, well, quirky! I just wish people would stop shipping the main character with his childhood bully...You’ll need to pirate this one too lmao

Danny Phantom: The highlight of this show is its ‘phandom’, because unlike someone (*cough* Butch Hartman), we’re not a bunch of cowards. It’s about a guy who messes around with his parents’ lab stuff and accidentally acquires the ability to die! Well, half-die. He can turn into a ghost and fight other ghosts. Although the show never explores the existential, traumatic fallout of being kinda-sorta-dead, the potential for something deep and emotional is there. Plus there is a LOT of accidental subtext for a Big LGBT+ Metaphor. So much so that the Trans Danny theory is basically canon. Uhhh not available on Netflix anymore so it’s time to whip out your pirate hat, matey

And there you have it! Like I said, I have a lot of TV recommendations. And I just KNOW I’m forgetting a ton, but this is already really long so we’ll have to cut off here.

Thanks for the ask! <3

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passiontaee · 5 years

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love language | r

pairing: yoongi x jeongguk

genre: slice of life, camboy au

ratings: r

warnings: smutty smoot in here ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°), masks, rough sex, anal sex, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, oversensitivity

word count: 8580

summary: camboy!au—college student jeongguk can't speak korean. yoongi can't speak english. this doesn't interfere with them having sex though. or yoongi is a twitter pornstar and jeongguk, a big fan, flies all the way from america to get dicked to mars by his favorite hyung

a/n: inspired by love language by kehlani and seegasm on twitter, the best korean pornstar who taught me everything I know and inspired this fic :)

ft. google translate korean so it’s probably not even accurate :’))

↬ s.

He groans as he releases, hand slowing down on his cock as he paints his hand and lower abdomen white. On screen, Suga cums seconds later, slowing down inside of his partner, named simply Soccer Player from a Local University in the description but Jeongguk doesn’t care. He’s insignificant to the task at hand. Has nothing to do with Jeongguk rubbing one out while watching his favorite porn star. In fact, the male that Suga had been fucking was simply a place holder—Jeongguk had plastered his own face onto the male’s masked face, having it stuck in his head that Suga was fucking him and not the smaller, blonde male on the screen. He doesn’t understand the words exchanged between the two after, hearing the soft, breathy rumble of the bottom’s voice paired with the husky, lowness of Suga’s voice. For a porn star who wore a mask on screen, he didn’t try to mask his voice. But Jeongguk doesn’t care. Said voice was a nice voice—assisted quite well when it came to these late night sessions or even the random moments when he’d get aroused and need to jerk off in the shower or something.

In the aftermath of his release, timed quite well to be honest, there’s a banging on his door.

“Jeongguk! Jeongguk open up!”

Hoseok’s voice startles him to the point where he drops his phone, earphones falling out of his ear and landing on the floor with it as the video officially ends. He panics, hoping that Hoseok hadn’t heard him viciously jacking off and probably moaning like a bitch in heat while imagining he’d been in the soccer player’s place. Pesky soccer player, he grumbles in his mind as he hurries to grab a nearby shirt and clean himself up a bit. Grimacing at the mess but it’s good enough. He’s unsure why Hoseok is so urgently banging on his door, but he dares not question it. Once he’s decent and wearing a clean shirt, he heads to the door. Unlocking it and opening it, seeing Hoseok sporting a bright grin, Taehyung on the couch munching on potato chips as he watches the latest episode of an anime they’d found together. Hoseok sniffs around, then stares at Jeongguk knowingly. Judging him. Jeongguk feels like kicking him in the shins.

“What?” he asks, leaning his head against the door frame. Hoping to not look as fucked up as he truly was.

“Are you done beating your meat to Suga?” he asks, as if Jeongguk was naked with his hand down his sweats fapping right in his face. This doesn’t make Jeongguk less embarrassed though, and he simply nods stupidly. “Good. Now, me and Taehyung are going out to grab something to eat. You coming with?” he steps away to reveal Taehyung, who’s still on the couch. But he looks over at them and smiles, nodding.

“I’m in the mood for Taco Bell. What about you Guk?” he shouts, as if Jeongguk can’t hear from where he is. He can hear quite well, as a matter of fact. But Jeongguk’s stomach agrees with Taehyung—Taco Bell sounds delicious right now.

“Yeah, Taco Bell is fine,” he agrees. Hoseok claps his hands. “Good! Who’s driving?”

Jeongguk nearly tears into his gordita, groaning in satisfaction at the flavor that pours into his mouth. Taco Bell was far too delicious for it to be fake meat. He doesn’t care at the moment, and neither does Taehyung or Hoseok for that matter. Hunger wasn’t enough to describe the feeling he had driving him to eat as quick as he was.

“Thanks Hobi,” Taehyung grins at the brunette beside him, who’d paid for everything. He simply hums, giving him a thumbs up and then petting Taehyung’s head. Jeongguk rolls his eyes. Hoseok nearly babies Taehyung when he’s the youngest. Hoseok babies him too, but not as often as Taehyung.

“Considering I just got paid, I figured I treat you guys,”

“Wow, you really sound like a sugar daddy,” Jeongguk snorts, reaching for his soda. Hoseok winks at him suggestively as he says this, causing Jeongguk to choke on his drink.

“Nah, I’m not the suga daddy you really want,”

“Oh my God, not here please,” Jeongguk begs, hoping Hoseok would shut his whore mouth about him obsessing over Suga.

“It’s so weird man,” Taehyung interrupts, taking a break from his burrito in order to join in on the fun. “I’m the one who introduced him to you, and now you’re like, obsessed with his dick or something,”

Jeongguk’s cheeks redden as the two men continue talking, like he’s not there.

“Wait, he’s Korean right? Jeongguk, I didn’t know you understood Korean,” Hoseok sounds amazed, considering out of the three, Jeongguk is the most American one between them. Even compared to Taehyung, who’s parents had been born in the states. They didn’t even speak Korean. Hoseok’s the only one, of the three of them, actually born in Korea.

“Nah, he doesn’t. His parents speak it to him and he just stares at them like he’s stupid. It’s kind of funny really,” Taehyung snorts, laughing over his drink. Hoseok joins in, and Jeongguk just huffs.

“It’s not my fault, they never taught it to me. Besides! I know some words!” He defends hotly. Hoseok leans over, smug expression on his face.

“Oh yeah? Speak Korean to me then.”

Jeongguk stiffens at this, but he’s not about to back down from this. So he thinks of something basic—the extent of his knowledge—and opens his mouth.

“Annyeonghaseyo cheoneun uli chingu geulub maknae Jeon Jeongguk-ibnida.”

Taehyung and Hoseok stop, stare at each other, and snort out laughter. Hoseok slapping the table and Taehyung wheezing so hard he chokes. Jeongguk doesn’t see anything funny about what he just said and just stares at them confusedly.

“What?”

“Is this how you plan to seduce Suga? With your cringey ass Korean? No, no this ain’t it,” Taehyung manages, trying to settle down. Hoseok gets up to toss his trash, already done eating. Taehyung reaches down, resting his hand on Jeongguk’s thigh.

“You’re not going to survive when we go visit my family next month.” he says, gravely. Jeongguk had forgotten Taehyung’s aunts had invited him to come to his family’s hometown to visit for the summer. And of course, Hoseok and Jeongguk were invited to. All expenses paid. Jeongguk’s anxiety decides to sky rocket at Taehyung’s statement, but then Taehyung slaps his thigh, grinning again.

“Just use with Google Translate.”

여러분 안녕하세요!

여기 스가. 당신은 모두 잘 먹고 내 비디오를 즐기기를 바랍니다! 다음 주에 새로운 파트너를 만나게됨에 따라 앞으로 몇 주 안에 새로운 콘텐츠를 준비하십시오. 그는 꽤 인기가있다. 하하. 너 모두 그를 많이 사랑하는 것 같다.

Jeongguk squints as he presses the Google Translate button to translate Suga’s tweet,

Hello all!

Suga here. Hope you’re all eating well and enjoying my videos! Prepare for new content in the coming weeks, as I’ve gotten a new partner who’s returning next week. He’s pretty popular haha, you all seem to love him a lot.

Impulse kicks in as he hits the retweet with comment button, furiously typing. Then remembering that Suga can’t speak English very well—he’d tweeted about it before and Jeongguk of course remembers—and for convenience sake, he translates it before sending it.

그는 스가 형을 만나기 위해 운 좋은 놈이다. 나는 그와 함께 밤을 보낼 것이다.

he’s a lucky bastard to get to meet suga-hyung, i’d love a night with him.

Of course, he knew to use proper syntax and call him hyung. Hoseok had taught him that word. He double checks to make sure it’s his NSFW account that he’s posting it to, and posts it. Hoseok would be very proud of his Google Translate skills.

“Jeongguk! Are you done packing!” Taehyung peeks his head in, sunglasses on his face. Jeongguk looks up from his phone, jumping as if he’d been up to no good—of course he has—and stares at Taehyung for a moment, processing what he’d just asked him, and then looks over at the two suitcases on his bed and his carry on bag, then turns back to Taehyung and nods.

“Cool. Okay, Hoseok is downstairs waiting on us to load up, so hurry please?”

“Yeah, yeah coming,” He says, pocketing his phone and moving to grab his things. His phone charger he stuffs in his carry on bag, and then he gathers other last minute things he needs. He then moves to grab his luggage, and follows Taehyung out the door and down to Hoseok, who’s gotten them an Uber to load their things in.

“You guys ready for Daegu?” He says, excitedly. Dressed quite comfortably. Taehyung’s probably the only one who’s actually seemingly dressed up, even in loose fitting pants. Jeongguk has some concerns.

“Hell yeah man, finally I’m meeting my fucking family. Mom and dad said they might tag along at some point, but honestly I doubt it,” Taehyung shrugs, tossing his things in the trunk. Jeongguk follows, but smiles and nods.

“I’m kind of excited to see what Korea looks like to be honest,” he then playfully shoves at Taehyung. “Bonus points I don’t have to really pay for anything,”

“Hey, are you telling me you’re only my best friend because I’m rich?”

“That’s exactly what I’m saying.”

“Oh, Jeonggukie. You wound me so,” He dramatically whines, then flops into the car. Hoseok and Jeongguk follow, Hoseok trying not to laugh at their dramatic display as the three of them pile into the backseat. The Uber driver seems nice, greeting them and asking them where they’re going. Hoseok, who’d bought the Uber, explains their situation—overshares more like it—and the woman and him converse the entire time. Taehyung’s on the phone with what sounds like a family member, speaking in dialect as he responds in Korean, very rarely using English. With his two friends occupied, Jeongguk pulls out his phone to check his NSFW account, hoping neither of them looks over and sees it’s a stan account. He sees he has a new direct message, but then freezes.

Oh man, holy shit.

He blinks, looks up and tries to buffer, then looks down at his phone again.

It’s still there.

It’s real?

Is he seeing things? Is this a prank?

No, because he knows, deep in his soul, that this is @_suugaa and he knows that he’s fucked.

“Guk you okay? You look pale, man.” Taehyung waves his hand in front of his face. Jeongguk blinks, then looks over at his best friend. On the other side, Hoseok is snoring away. Napping during their long flight, but he hopes its not that long. South Korea isn’t that far from Southern California.

“Huh? Yeah. I’m good,” He’s not good, and will probably never be good again. How can he, when his favorite porn star had not only liked his tweet, but had messaged him. Messaged him. Slid into his DMs. Jeongguk doesn’t understand why he’s suddenly being blessed and what he’d done to be blessed. Maybe it was actually a curse in disguise. Or maybe, it was an accident? He hadn’t even clicked on the message—he hadn’t even read it. Unsure how, when he’d seen the preview was in Korean and he really didn’t want to make a damn fool of himself.

Why had Suga messaged him?

“You sure? We can get you some water if you need it. You’ve never been on a plane before, right? Maybe you’re getting turbulence sickness or something,” Jeongguk feels bad that Taehyung seems genuinely worried about his well-being, but knows that if he tells him he’s about to cry because Suga messaged him, Taehyung would be on his ass trying to interact with Suga as well. He wasn’t that big of a fan anymore, but he still sometimes jacked off to him too. Jeongguk had heard him a few times.

“Yeah. I’m good. How much time do we have left before we land?” He asks, hoping that dropping the subject and acting natural would help. He really didn’t want Taehyung to know what just went down. Taehyung looks at his watch, humming.

“Probably about three or four more hours. It’s getting dark,” he points to the window Jeongguk is sitting near, and sure enough the sky was darkening. That jet lag paired with the time jump is about to be a bitch and a half, he knows it. Taehyung gets up then, quickly. Jeongguk looks at him quizzically.

“Gotta pee. Be right back,” he pats Jeongguk on the head, squeezing from between his seat and the one in front of him, then walks down the aisle briskly to get to the bathroom. Jeongguk watches him for a few moments, then looks over at Hoseok who’s still sleeping. Suddenly bored.

Suddenly wanting to read the message.

It wouldn’t hurt, right? Nothing painful about reading. Nothing at all. Besides, he had Google Translate on his hands. Thank God for the internet.

So, he makes the leap—the jump to open the message. He pulls his phone out and unlocks it with his face, then ventures back to Twitter, and to the cursed message. Hesitating as his thumb hovers it, but he takes in a deep breath. Don’t be a pussy, Jeon. He taps the screen, seeing the characters that Suga had sent him.

suugaa: 안녕하세요! 너 팬 이라구?

He stares at the message, understanding the greeting but hurriedly copies the sentence and switches to Google Translate.

suugaa: Hello! I see you’re a fan?

I beat my dick to you nearly every night, I hope that qualifies, is what he says in his mind, but it doesn’t see the light of day as a response so he keeps it generic.

jjk97: haha yeah, I watch you all the time.

He translates it then returns to the app, pasting it verbatum.

jjk97: 하하, 나는 너를 항상 지켜보고있다.

If Suga suspects he’s using Google Translate, he says nothing of it. He watches, nearly sweating as he waits for the read to pop up. If it’s night there, he should be up. yeah? He’d mentioned being a bit of an insomniac in a tweet once.

suugaa: 오? 내 비디오를 보는 걸 좋아해?

His response comes a few moments later, just as Taehyung returns, elbowing his arm and stretching with a yawn. Jeongguk hurriedly switches tabs.

“I’m kinda tired. You should sleep too, Guk,” Taehyung advises, but Jeongguk doesn’t think that’s a good idea.

“If it’s night in Daegu right now, should we really be sleeping? It’s gonna fuck up our sleep schedule,” he insists. Taehyung shrugs.

“Yeah, but then we can be up to go to a club or something. They’ve got karaoke places and stuff. Noraebangs. You’d enjoy those,” Taehyung mumbles, adjusting to get comfortable. Reaching for his bag between Jeongguk’s legs for his eye mask and neck pillow. Jeongguk mulls over the word Taehyung had presented to him in his mind, hoping he remembers it. And making a mental note to visit said karaoke places one night. They’d be there for a few weeks, so it should be fine.But Taehyung seems to be getting ready for a nap, a short one probably, and Jeongguk ceases his protests.

“Wake me up when we land, if you don’t fall asleep,” He asks, pulling the eye mask over his eyes and placing the neck pillow behind him. Jeongguk nods, though he can’t see him.

“Yeah, sure.”

“Thanks man.”

suugaa: oh? so you enjoy watching my videos, huh?

Laying in bed, he stares at the message. Panting, sweaty after seeing Suga’s latest video. Not the blonde from last time, but a taller male this time. Vocal too. Hot Teaching Assistant Neighbor was his title. His mask was bright red—matching the color of his cock as Suga edged him. Matching his lips from Suga kissing him. Jeongguk honestly hadn’t expected Suga to fuck someone of the Hot Teaching Assistant Neighbor’s caliber—model-esque—but he had and had done it so well Jeongguk came twice. Taehyung’s in the shower and Hoseok had left to pick up food for them. Taehyung’s family had gotten them an AirBnB for their stay, and Jeongguk had shamelessly christened his room. But he could hear Suga saying this in his head as he’d watched it, oddly in English. And oddly, Jeongguk came a lot more than normal. He can hear Taehyung loudly singing some song in Korean from the shower, since his door was open, and sighs to himself as he tries to clean himself up a little. Knowing his shower was next and he really needs it.

suugaa: 최신의 것을 보았 니?

The notification of a new direct message comes up with this as the message, and Jeongguk twitches. Hurrying to copy it and paste it into Google Translate.

suugaa: did you see the latest one?

He can answer this well, but uses Google Translate again.

jjk97: 예, 정말 좋았어요.

yeah, it was really good

The next response comes a little faster than anticipated, which startles him.

suugaa: was it? did you get off from it?

Suddenly, he needs Taehyung. Or an adult. Wait, he’s an adult. Shit. He lays there, staring at the message, before trying to fathom a response. Going back to translate it and sends it.

jjk: 네

yes.

jjk:실제로 두 번

twice, actually.

Suga replies quickly, yet again.

suugaa: 네

yeah?

suugaa: 당신은 트위터에서 나와 개인 세션을 갖는 것에 대해 언급했습니다.

you mentioned getting a private session with me in your tweet.

suugaa: 한국에 살고 있니?

do you live in korea?

So, routinely, he returns to Google Translate, before throwing his phone across the room, sitting up and screaming bloody murder. Prompting the shower to stop and Taehyung to run into the room, soaking wet and towel clumsily wrapped around his hips. A shoe in his hand.

“Guk! Guk are you okay?” He yells, eyes wild. Looking around frantically with a murderous look on his face before he settles on Jeongguk’s shell shocked form. Sitting up in just his boxers, staring at the wall. Eyes wide and lips parted. Taehyung sighs, relaxing, but walks over to Jeongguk carefully. Jeongguk says nothing and doesn’t even react. He starts to mumble under his breath though, unintelligible. Taehyung doesn’t understand it, but he does smack the younger on the cheek, once softly then harder the second time until a hand reaches up and tightens around his wrist. Jeongguk swallows, jaw setting. Slowly, he turns to look up at Taehyung, eyes blank.

“Suga wants to fuck me.”

suugaa: 나를 Line에 추가해주세요.

feel free to add me on Line then

suugaa: myg1993

Jeongguk stares at the piece of information he’d been entrusted with, knowing that he will forever cherish this moment, this conversation. This time in his life when the Suga is interested in his ass. Glory, glory hallelujah. He switches over from Twitter to Line, quickly adding said man to his friends list. The icon is quite sexual; a picture of his hands, hiding what appears to be his dick. Bless the Lord above. Jeongguk is being fed and nothing had even happened from this just yet.

jeonbunny: hi

jeonbunny: it’s jjk97 from twitter

jeonbunny: is this suga?

He’s reminded of the fact that Line has automatic translation when Suga responds after a few moments.

myg1993: oh hello

myg1993: oh nice username haha

myg: very cute

He’s not blushing. He refuses. Him, Hoseok, and Taehyung are out shopping and he refuses to give away that he’s texting Suga. Last night was hard enough, as Taehyung relayed the events of the night to Hoseok when he’d gotten back, and the eldest had choked on his noodles from laughing. Jeongguk found nothing funny, but his not-so-secret secret was out. Which is why they were out shopping.

“Listen, Guk, thank goodness you’ve got me and Taehyung. We can’t let you meet Suga looking like you do,” Hoseok says but doesn’t even look at him. Jeongguk is moderately offended—they’re always talking about how he dresses but he has the ability to wear nice things other than his hoodies and sweats. Or large shirts and skin tight pants. He sees Taehyung pull out a pair of leather pants, holding them over to Jeongguk’s hips to check them, then to his own. Him and Taehyung do wear each other’s clothes sometimes.

“These will flaunt your thighs nicely. And after, you can wear them clubbing and pick someone up,” Taehyung grins, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

“Speaking of that, I saw a club on my way back last night. We’ve got to check it out,” Hoseok points out, holding a silk shirt. Jeongguk can tell he’s going to buy it.

“A club?” Taehyung’s eyes sparkle. Jeongguk takes this moment to pull his phone out, seeing he had forgotten to answer Suga back, and while Hoseok and Taehyung discuss clubs and hotspots, he secures his dick appointment—if one could even call it that.

jeonbunny: haha thanks

jeonbunny: also, sorry for not responding, out with friends

jeonbunny: and no, I’m not from korea. i’m here with friends on a vacation

He then checks Twitter, exiting from the direct message page, then sees his parents texted him. He answers them telling them he’d made it fine and was enjoying himself. Perhaps enjoying himself too much, but that’s none of their business. It’s not like he’s doing anything illegal. To his knowledge.

myg1993: so you’re a foreigner?

jeonbunny: yes and no, my parents are korean but I was born in america

He hopes that Suga finds that attractive. He;s screwed a few men of varying ethnicities so he hopes that him being American isn’t a turn off. Truly, it would be an honor to be denied by him even, but he;s sure Suga is interested because if he wasn’t, would he have really given him his Line information? And from what he knew about usernames—which wasn’t a lot but that’s fine—this was a personal account. He might be reading too far into this, but why give him a personal Line account to contact? Unless, this wasn’t his personal? Jeongguk is confused.

The rest of the day is uneventful; more shopping and more gossiping. More embarrassing Jeongguk about scoring a hookup as soon as he got to Korea and more jerking off in his bedroom while the others did their own thing. The day turned to a week, and their first week had quickly passed in the city. By this time as well. Suga and Jeongguk were working out meeting times. Confirming that yes, Suga wanted to sleep with him and film it. Jeongguk wasn’t sure how he felt about it, but it was Suga. Automatic free pass.

myg1993: are you with your friends right now?

jeonbunny: one is sleeping, one is meeting with his family

myg1993: how about tonight then?

Jeongguk spits out his milkshake, but his fingers are frantic in their typing. It’d been a week, yeah, and he was a bit more comfortable with this. So he assumes it’s fine.

jeonbunny: will my identity be protected?

Considering the fact that Suga seems to take great care in protecting identities—even though the masks they wear are half masks—he was sure this question was a little stupid. Suga doesn’t make a comment about it though.

myg1993: yeah, you’re fine

myg1993: I even have the perfect mask for you

Had he really picked out a mask for him already? Had he been planning this? Jeongguk’s really curious, but he’s been sharing kinks with Suga in the week they’ve been chatting, as the other had asked and Jeongguk was either stupid enough for eloquent enough to share them.

"Have you packed everything you’d need?”

Taehyung helping him pack for the “appointment” with Suga reminds him of a parent sending their child off for school. He’s got a backpack in his lap—Jeongguk’s—and carefully adds things to it. A toothbrush, lube. Condoms. Toothpaste. There’s an extra change of clothes in there, then another outfit for tomorrow. Jeongguk doesn’t find that part necessary, but whatever. He might need half the stuff Taehyung’s throwing in his back anyway.

“Yeah, I think so,”

“Also, make sure to keep your phone charged. You’re in a foreign country and you don’t know anyone here. Other than me and Hoseok. Don’t call an Uber, call us. We’ll get there faster than an Uber,” he says, and Jeongguk believes him. Hoseok is a great driver, but will drive like a bat out of hell if he needs to.

“Gee thanks mom.” Jeongguk snorts, but Taehyung ignores him.

“Did you prep yourself?” Jeongguk drops his phone and whips his head around at Taehyung as if he’d slapped him.

“Why are you asking me—”

“You and I both know you’re a bottom and Suga is very much a top, so it’s kind of important that you’re a little prepared for this so that he doesn’t have to spend 84 years stretching your ass open,” Taehyung deadpans. Jeongguk squats to retrieve his phone, bucking and feigning throwing it at Taehyung who’s look of deadpan morphs into an innocent smile. Jeongguk doesn’t like Taehyung right now.

“Well, it’s settled! You’re all set then, come on I’ll drop you off.”

He knocks on the door when he arrives, a little nervous all of a sudden. The apartment complex isn’t far from their AirBnB, and Taehyung had lingered a bit, asking if he needed to follow and make sure that he got in safely. Jeongguk insisted he didn’t need that, so Taehyung had bid him farewell, once again reminding him to keep his phone charged in case he needed rescuing. Jeongguk really doubted he’d need it, but promised him he would.

The door opens a few moments later, and Jeongguk isn’t expecting the face he sees at the door.

Well, maybe a little since he’s seen half the man’s face before, but isn’t aware of how attractive he is until now. He’s always been attractive, but wow.

“Oh, hello,” He greets. The man—Suga—stares at him a little weirdly, causing Jeongguk to stare back. Confused as to why he wasn’t responding. He thinks for a moment, before realizing something.

“Oh! uh, annyeonghaseyo,” his parents had at least taught him this, which he adds a bow to. Ducking his head politely but not bend at a 90 degree angle or anything.

“Annyeonghaseyo. Jeonbunny?” The way he pronounces his Line username makes his stomach all gooey. It’s kind of cute, and he almost doesn’t answer.

“Jeonbunny,” he points to himself, affirming the statement. Suga seems pleased with this, stepping aside to allow him inside.

He steps out of his shoes, leaving them at the door. Suddenly a bit nervous because he doesn’t speak Korean. It’s honestly broken and poorly worded, and he’s sure at some point he’ll say something completely wrong. The man walks ahead of him, starting to talk but Jeongguk is lost and doesn’t understand a thing. Suddenly this wasn’t a good idea. He feels like he’s catfishing the porn star.

“Uh, Suga?” he calls, already whipping his phone out. Suga turns to look at him, curiously. He then points to his phone, typing something up in Google Translate, and allows it to translate for him.

“Naneun hangug-eoleul jal moshabnida.”

Suga looks a little surprised at this, but then laughs, nodding his head. He points to Jeongguk’s phone.

“I speak. . .little English? Not much,” he comments. Jeongguk’s ready to drop to his knees and give thanks that he can at least speak a little. That’s manageable. “Might need this,” he points to the phone again. A lot more understanding that Jeongguk had anticipated. He honestly anticipated having to call Taehyung and explain that he’d catfished a porn star and that Suga was no longer interested. But clearly, this wasn’t the case.

“That’s fine, here,” he hands the phone off to him, and Suga takes it. But doesn’t immediately go to use it.

“How is your Korean?”

“Minimal.” Jeongguk answers. Suga looks a little perplexed by this.

“Minimal?”

“A little. I’m not very good speaking it,” he explains. Suga nods again, then decides to use the phone to type his next phrase.

“You’re very good looking.”

The flush in Jeongguk’s cheeks is very noticeable. “Ah, gomawo?” This earns a smile from Suga, who simply says “cute” and turns to walk away, beckoning Jeongguk to follow behind him. Typing away on his phone.

“Are you excited?”

“Yeah,”

“Good. Me too,” he speaks that part, and a shiver runs down Jeongguk’s spine. What the fuck. “Your name?”

“Oh! Jeongguk. Sorry,” he apologizes. Suga points for him to sit on the bed, which he does as the shorter man moves to get everything set up.

“I’m Yoongi. Call me that, not on camera,” he warns. Jeongguk is honestly a little taken aback at how casual and considerate he’s being—not that he didn’t expect it, but it’s not what he’d had in mind. For some reason, he expected to be ambushed at the door. Not greeted and spoken to. Not a conversation.

“Nervous?” Yoongi asks again, coming over with a camera on a stand. It’s smaller, they both are, and he figures this is going on the bed.

“A little. My first time on camera,” Yoongi hums at this, clucking his tongue.

“Not bad. Your looks are really good for it,” he compliments. Jeongguk wants to crawl into the mattress and hide.

There’s silence for a few more moments as Yoongi gets set up, Jeongguk looking around the room and examining it. It looks like a room he’s seen in a few of Suga—Yoongi’s—videos. It’s almost surreal he’s sitting in the same room, in the same bed that Yoongi has had raunchy sex in with a multitude of people. Every inch of this apartment, in Jeongguk’s mind, is sacred. This place is truly a holy place. He feels dirty just sitting on the bed. Unworthy. While he’s processing the situation, Yoongi returns, sliding in front of him and pressing a mask against his face. He doesn’t move, doesn’t say anything as Yoongi fixes the mask on him, snapping it lightly behind his head to secure it. Wearing a mask of his own. Then leans in, pressing a long, searing kiss to Jeongguk’s lips, causing the boy to stiffen.

“Relax.” he mumbles against his lips, pressing into him. Pushing him backwards to lay flat on the bed, straddling his lap. He reaches for Jeongguk’s phone, typing furiously into it.

“Don’t bother trying to use Korean. My English is decent enough and I want you to be comfortable. Just tell me to stop if something gets too much and try not to say my name and I won’t say yours, okay?” it’s not Yoongi’s voice, but rather Google’s, and it’s not sexy but the care Yoongi is showing for him overrides the weirdness of Google’s voice.

“Okay?” Yoongi quirks an eyebrow, waiting for an answer. Jeongguk nods.

“Okay.”

Yoongi seems satisfied with his answer, then proceeds to lean down and press his lips against this again. He knows the video will be edited, posted in clips on Twitter and full length on Yoongi’s personal site, so he hopes to look appealing at least for it. Which isn’t hard, because Yoongi is a great kisser, and Jeongguk feel himself relaxing the longer it goes on and progresses into a heated tangle of tongue and teeth—him getting a little bit too eager to shove his own tongue down Yoongi’s throat. But he allows it, chuckling huskily into Jeongguk’s mouth at the show he’d given. Moving his hips to grind down against the growing erection he’s already beginning to sport. But really, who could blame him when he’s got a lap full of the Suga?

“You’re hard? So quick,” it sounds a little like a taunt, but it’s mostly a breathless observation as the lips on his mouth move to his cheek, to the angle of his jaw, and down his neck. Lips and teeth, careful yet calculated sucks. Yoongi’s being careful which he’s thankful for, knowing he didn’t want to pop up around Taehyung’s folks covered in hickeys and love bites from a random hookup. The mask shielding the top half of his face is a little sticky as it’s made of a latex material it seems, and not very breathable. He’s sure he’s going to be covered in sweat by the time they finish.

Not that he’s complaining.

Hands move to slither up underneath his shirt. Cold, slightly calloused hands. One runs over his nipple and his back arches on instinct. Begrudgingly, he must admit, he’d found the sensitivity in his nipples and seems to fixate himself on that for a moment. Moving back so that he can help Jeongguk get out of his shirt, then tosses it away and returns to planting kisses over the expanse of his pretty neck. Paying close attention to how Jeongguk sounds when he brushes a finger against one of his pink nubs. How he struggles to hold his sounds in even with Yoongi’s careful, barely there touches. Jeongguk, meanwhile, is torn over if he wants him to stop or keep going. Momentarily hating this curse but also relishing in it.

Particularly when Yoongi’s lips wrap around a nipple, wet tongue lathing over it. Flicking and providing a gentle suction, before he gets a little hungrier, mouth matching the hand giving attention to the other nipple. Jeongguk can’t resist the moans that bubble out of him, nor can he resist bucking his hips up in desire. It’s pitiful—they’ve just started and he’s already aroused just from having his nipples played with. Yoongi pulls off with a wet pop, moving to the other nipple and using his hand on the wettened one, twisting and tugging at it with fluctuation between his teeth and lips, hands and fingers. Jeongguk is in heaven and it shows.

“Like that?”

“Y-yeah, a lot,” he answers truthfully, lips parting in a silent moan at one particular, coordinated flick. His back bows a little as he squirms beneath Yoongi.

“Cute. So cute,” he praises as he pulls back again, removing his own shirt. He’s careful with the mask, as he had been with Jeongguk. It’s escalating moderately quickly, but he knows it never lasts long, the videos. Never longer than an hour, but he hopes they do this more than once. Yoongi moves then, climbing off Jeongguk briefly to readjust the cameras, then slithers back onto him, this time moving his legs apart so that he was between them. Hands ghosting up the younger’s thighs and admiring them in the leather pants. Mentally undressing him. Jeongguk feels a little vulnerable, though knows if he wants to he can easily maneuver himself to be the supposed dominant, but resists. It’s not his place right now.

The hands on his thighs move up to his torso, over the definition of his abdomen. A little soft from the frequent Taco Bell visits and lack of motivation to hit the gym, but Yoongi says nothing of that. Just stares in wonder at his abs. Reveling in them. He mutters something in Korean that Jeongguk doesn’t catch, but then he’s starting to undo his pants, leaning up to steal a few quick kisses from Jeongguk’s mouth, palming at the tent forming in his pants as he starts to fully undress him.

“O-oh God, oh my God,” he heaves, gasping and looking down. Watching how Yoongi bobs his head down the length of his cock. Rapidly, roughly. He can hear the gagging noises as he goes too deep, but says nothing. Yoongi just pulls off, regains his breath, and goes back down. Jeongguk feels like he’s reaching nirvana. He’s close, so close, but then Yoongi pulls off, and replaces his mouth with his hand. Lazily jerking him off while licking the precum off his lips. Staring down at Jeongguk with hazy, dark eyes. He can see them through the black mask, seeing that Yoongi is hungry for him.

It makes him feel like a caged animal.

“Gonna cum?” he asks, thumb brushing over the slit at the head of his cock. Jeongguk rapidly nods, whimpering as he feels his orgasm getting closer and closer, but before he can release, Yoongi’s hand tightens over the base of his dick. But this doesn’t stop the way Jeongguk’s body jerks, twitching as a frustrated noise comes from him.

“Not yet,” Yoongi cooes, voice saccharine. Jeongguk is not used to orgasm denial and can’t say he likes it, but he does like how Yoongi moves to grab a bottle of lube, then removes his hand. Motioning for him to turn over and get on his stomach, which he does a little slowly. Mind and body not cooperating at the moment.

“Hy-hyung that’s mean,” he complains, earning a slap on the ass from Yoongi’s hand. It’s unexpected and startling and makes his heart nearly leap out of his chest. But he likes it. He soothes the angry skin after the smack, shaking his head.

“Be quiet,” he knows a command when he hears one, and shuts his mouth quickly. Moving around a little and grabbing a pillow to lay under his head. Getting up on his knees and spreading them apart a little for better leverage. Arching his back and waiting expectantly. But when he looks back, all he can see is Yoongi admiring the sight with his eyes. Followed by the cool jelly of the lube. He hisses from it, wishing he’d had some form of warning, but Yoongi quickly follows up with his fingers, brushing one against Jeongguk’s hole experimentally. Only ghosting the rim; not pressing in. Jeongguk’s hands fist as he struggles not to rock back into Yoongi’s hands, seeking to feel good again like before. But Yoongi leisurely rubs against his pucker, pressing his thumb against, only to withdraw when Jeongguk’s hole tries to suck it in.

“Greedy. How greedy,” he chastises, smacking at the opposite cheek from before before spreading his ass apart with a hand on each cheek.Sighing in delight at the sight.

“Greedy for hyung, yeah? Want hyung’s cock?”

“Yes,” he pleads, almost exasperatedly.

“Yes?”

“Yes hyung.”

“Good boy,” the praise makes Jeongguk feel warm inside and he probably won’t admit it, knowing he doesn’t have a praise kink. It just feels good—that’s all. Feels even better when he finally does let Jeongguk enjoy a finger. Just a finger at first, but Jeongguk’s huffing. I can handle more, he wants to say, knowing he had in fact stretched himself out prior to coming here, but wasn’t about to blurt it out. Though deep down, he wanted to get spanked again.

Another finger is added, causing Jeongguk’s arch to increase a little, and causing him to rock back against the two fingers Yoongi begins to work in and out of him. Pressing against his and scissoring as they fuck him open a little more. Really, he should be annoyed at how he’s acting, but he can’t help it. Especially when Yoongi finds his prostate, basing it on the octave of Jeongguk’s moans, and how he reacts. It’s not hard to find, and easy to abuse—Yoongi finds this out as he presses both fingers to it. Withdrawing them a little and thrusting them back into the fullness of his ass. Rocking them, scissoring them. Jeongguk is weakly fucking back on them at this point. The orgasm from before is creeping up on him so fast he can taste it.

But then Yoongi withdraws his fingers.

Jeongguk really whines then, tempted to throw a childish tantrum, but another swat at his ass cheeks shuts him up momentarily, and he feels something prodding at his hole. It slides in easily, filling him up and causing him to stiffen out of instinct, but once Yoongi’s fully sheathed inside of him,he stops. Briefly just rocking into him. Rolling his hips and kissing along his spine and the back of his neck. Muttering against his skin, but Jeongguk has no idea what he’s saying. Out of instinct he glances over at one of the cameras, but there’s a hand in his hair that pulls at his head, then shoves it into the pillow underneath him. Yoongi seems pleased with this new development, satisfied that Jeongguk wasn’t staring into the camera so blatantly, and pulls out a little, only to shove back in roughly. Groaning and pulling a rough noise from Jeongguk that’s muffled by the pillow. He does it again, this time rolling his hips against the plushness of Jeongguk’s ass when he thrusts in, settling there for a little. A smug expression on his face.

“You feel so good, tokki,” he cooes. Jeongguk knows exactly what he’d just said—his grandmother called him tokki sometimes because he apparently resembled a rabbit—but it had never been used in a sexual setting. Until now, that is. He grasps the pillow and sighs into it, rocking back when Yoongi’s hips meet his ass again, but then he’s yanked by his hair to sit up, Yoongi still inside him and starting to speed up his hips. Less slow less sporatic. It’s a little rough and unexpected, but he doesn’t complain. Doesn’t complain either when Yoongi brings his face up to his ear—Yoongi’s a bit shorter and slimmer than him but in that moment Jeongguk feels smaller—and groans filth into his ear. He may only know a little English, but it seems he knows enough dirty English. Some things Jeongguk himself haven’t even heard; he’s absolutely filthy and Jeongguk loves it a little more than he’d like to admit.

“So good, so good, fuck,” a hand slithers down to grasp at his cock, still stiff from earlier and still sensitive. It ghosts over it, but Yoongi doesn’t do much. He seems to be wanting to drag this out a little, but Jeongguk kind of wants to cum at least once.

He fucks him like this for a bit, spurred on by Jeongguk’s noises of pleasure. Feeling his body shaking with each thrust, hearing how he begs for him. He figures he can grant him a little something, and wraps his hand around his cock for him. Other hand in his hair to hold him up still as he shows little mercy. Jeongguk really thought Yoongi would be sweet despite knowing Yoongi is always a little rough with his partners, but the kindness from earlier had really thrown him. Despite the hand in his hair, Jeongguk starts to lean forward a little, Struggling to stay up, struggling to either buck into Yoongi’s grip or rock his hips back to fuck back on him. His brain is confused, he is confused, and doesn’t quite know how he should do this. Should he ask or more?

Yoongi surprises him by pulling out, rather quickly. Slapping his thigh gently and loosening his grip in his hair. Jeongguk flops forward when the hand wrapped around him moves too, face hitting the pillow. He can hear what sounds like Yoongi laughing lightly, but then hands are at his waist. At first admiring it, but then guiding him onto his back. Which he does, rolling over and staring up at Yoongi’s face. Not expecting to make eye contact, but he does.

“You’re good?” He asks, checking on him. Jeongguk appreciates it though.

“Yeah, I’m good,” he nods, assuring him he’s fine. Yoongi nods at this, and moves between his legs again. Grasping his own dick and sliding it back inside with a grunt. Holding Jeongguk’s legs open and starts up the same rhythm from before. Jeongguk throws his head back and curses loudly, gut twitching from the pleasure of this new position, finding he likes it better than the first.

“H-harder! Harder please!” Jeongguk’s reduced to shameless begging. Yoongi’s holding himself up on his forearms, hovering over Jeongguk, who’s struggling to not be a loud mess underneath him. Eyes closed as he enjoys how Yoongi seems to use him selfishly. Said man smirks down at him, leaning down for a quick kiss, though his hips keep moving. Jeongguk tries not to tighten his legs around the elder’s waist too much but it’s hard. He’s close, Yoongi’s kissing him open and sloppy, and he’s pretty sure that Yoongi’s not going to deny him this time. It feels like they’ve been fucking for hours, but it’s probably only been maybe 45 minutes since they started. Neither of them seems to mind this though.

“Harder? You want it harder?”

Jeongguk nods, but Yoongi doesn’t seem to act initially. Instead, he pulls back, adjusting again but doesn’t pull out. He sits between Jeongguk’s legs, spreading his out underneath Jeongguk’s

“I think you want to cum too?” Yoongi’s voice drawls out lowly. Leaning back on one hand while the other is used to hold one of Jeongguk’s legs open. Honestly, Jeongguk wasn’t sure how Yoongi managed this long without cumming, considering Jeongguk had been close many times during this. Maybe Yoongi has better stamina than he does.

“N-no,” he complains. If he cums, he knows it’s over. This doesn’t appear to be the answer Yoongi had expected, and he rolls his eyes.

“You wanted to before? Why not now? You lying to hyung?”

Jeongguk has never shook his head so fast in his life. But he’s not lying, yet doesn’t know how to convey that he doesn’t want this to end, so he doesn’t want to cum. Not yet.

“So you want to cum?”

Jeongguk simply whines in frustration, but doesn’t say anything. Yoongi takes this as a yes, and nearly laughs at the sight before him. Jeongguk, sweaty and obviously wound up. Obviously he wants a release, right? Yoongi believes so.

“Okay,” he says simply. The way he says it alarms Jeongguk, dread filling him as he feels Yoongi grow a little lazier with his thrusting from this position, but his hand wraps around his cock yet again, making up for the lack of speed in his ass by pumping him a little roughly. Knowing that it’s what he’d wanted all along. Jeongguk squirms, lips parting as he moans loudly. Unable to hold back. Simply laying there, struggling to come to terms with what was happening and mentally cursing Yoongi’s existence, though Yoongi seems none the wiser. Watching him as he brings him closer and closer to his release, but this time he doesn’t clench around the base of his cock when he does start to spurt cum all over Yoongi’s hand. His chest heaves, back bowing as it gushes out. Legs trembling as it dribbles all over Yoongi’s hand, all over his lower abdomen. The thrusts inside of him stop as well, matching the way Yoongi strokes it all out of him. Seemingly satisfied. When he’s done, he lets go, watching as Jeongguk’s flaccid cock flops into the puddle of his own spunk. Yoongi doesn’t try to clean his hand at all and instead, as Jeongguk manages to lean his head up, pulls out of Jeongguk’s ass and uses his cum as slick to get himself off.

Oh. That’s hot.

Yoongi’s hand flies over his own erection, Jeongguk getting a good look at it and silently admiring it in person—he should’ve sucked him off earlier, pity—and jerks a little when Yoongi does cum. It doesn’t take long for him to do so, surprisingly, but he aims at Jeongguk’s abused hole. Panting as he paints it with his release. He softens, but it doesn’t stop him from pressing the head of his dick into Jeongguk’s hole, getting out the rest of his release and watching it ooze out of the younger. Transfixed and hating he had pulled out. Well, next time he wouldn’t.

“Pretty International Bunny Bottom? Damn Jeongguk,” Taehyung whistles, staring at the latest posts on Yoongi’s page. “Wait, how many videos did you make with him?!”

“Like three I think. We hooked up a lot, honestly. Sometimes we didn’t even record.” Jeongguk admits, feeling that this was probably common knowledge. They’re on the plane back, and he’s curled up beside Taehyung. Head on his shoulder as he stares at Taehyung’s phone, watching him scroll through the porn star’s page. Jeongguk was wrong—there were four compilations of him on Yoongi’s face. Something that didn’t happen, considering they were back to back as if Yoongi hadn’t slept with anybody else other than him or given anyone else other than him the time of day during the month that they were in Daegu. It was kind of weird to think about, and Jeongguk is a professional over thinker so it makes sense, but he doesn’t want to think too deeply into it. He probably liked Jeongguk’s ass. His own phone buzzed, causing him to pull it out and look at the notification.

myg1993: videos are up

myg1993: too bad you had to leave :(

It makes him sad too that he had to go back home, considering when they weren’t having sex, Jeongguk really did enjoy just hanging out with him too. Weird, but true. Yoongi was just a cool person, overall. No questions asked. He unlocked his phone to reply, frowning a little.

jeonbunny: i’m watching them right now with a friend

jeonbunny: yeah i know :(

Taehyung side eyes him, growing curious. “Who’s that?”

Jeongguk jumps, but locks his phone. “Oh, uh I met someone while we were in Daegu,” it’s not a lie, but not the whole truth. It’s all he needs to know, but he regrets it when Taehyung waggles his eyebrow.

“Oh? Jeon you sly dog,” he playfully punches him in the arm. “I see you, I see you,” he leans back into his seat, cackling as he continues to scroll through on his phone. Jeongguk pouts, glancing over at Hoseok, who’s chatting with some guy named Namjoon that he’d met at the airport on their way back. Hoseok had made a friend, why couldn’t Taehyung make a friend too?

“I need to pee,” he announces moments later, moving to get up and heads towards the bathroom. Too quick for Taehyung to say anything. When he gets there though, it’s occupied. Causing him to sigh, leaning over on the other side, against the wall. Yoongi seems to have read his message, but hasn’t responded. Which Jeongguk thinks nothing of, honestly. He figures that he’s probably sleeping or editing or doing something else.

"Sorry,” he hears when the door across from him opens and a person emerges, nearly bumping into him. He opens his mouth to apologize, but then his eyes go wide when he recognizes the person.

“Yoongi?”

Yoongi turns, looking at him and blinks. Then laughs.

“Wow, hey Jeongguk,” he says, casually. But pats his arm. Jeongguk’s mouth is dry.

“I didn’t know you were coming to America?” he says, stupidly. Suddenly, he no longer has to use the bathroom.

“Oh, ah. My family live in California. I’m visiting,” he thinks about his words then says them, and Jeongguk knows this, but also knows that he’s a lucky bastard that Yoongi’s family lives in California. He has no idea where in California, but apparently they’re in California and he’s in California and Yoongi’s in California—

“You wanna go out sometime?”

He can’t believe he’d blurted that out.

“A date?” The question has Jeongguk going beet red. Taehyung, Hoseok, somebody save him. “A date, sure,” he finishes, then turns and walks in the opposite direction.

“See you!” he hears, then makes his way into the bathroom. Locking the door and deciding to sit there on the toilet. Staring into space again.

A date with Suga.

He’s going on a date.

What are the odds?

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The Girl Next Door

Pairing: Jaime x MC

Word Count: 3,550

Summary: Jaime gives Arden a tour of some renovations he’s made around his house, and they decide it’s time for a change in their relationship.

Note: I’ve had a draft of this story in the works since before A Prickly Diversion, so I’m super excited to finally share it with you all. It came out much cheesier than I intended, but I’m rolling with it. : )

This also fulfills the last two soft-prompt requests that I received from @krishu213 (reunion hug and family). If all goes according to plan, my other requested fics should be finished by the end of month.

"Attention, passengers. We will now begin our descent into Northbridge International Airport. It's a cool fifty-seven degrees in the city and the local time is 6:43. We hope you've enjoyed--"

"Never thought I'd be so happy to be back in Northbridge," Ellen declared over the pilot's announcement.

Arden pulled a pack of gum from her carry on and offered a stick to her business partner. "I'm always happy to be back."

Truth be told, she was especially glad to arrive on this particular evening. A series of flight delays had meant missing her lunch plans with Jaime and having to wait another full day before seeing Jinx and Opie. They'd only been apart for a week, but the time away had really started to wear her down.

Ellen rolled her eyes and folded the piece of gum into her mouth. "Of course you do. You'd happily live in the middle of the Sahara if it meant Jaime Lewis was there."

Arden wanted to argue, but the other woman wasn’t exactly wrong. Jaime had always been somewhat indispensable to her happiness, but over the past several months, he'd started feeling downright essential to her life. With a momentary flash of shame, she remembered the long sigh she'd given earlier in the day when their cancelled flight had meant eating yet another airport meal -- a meal without the boyfriend she'd been missing since they’d kissed goodbye at the terminal.

It had been a long day -- the end to an incredibly long trip. From a business perspective, their venture had been incredibly successful. They'd secured all of the investments and partners that they'd been looking for, receiving little more than outright support for the groundwork they'd laid so far. The Ellen and Arden Show was scheduled to begin live tapings in Northbridge in just a few short weeks.

Arden had been on cloud nine since they'd left their first meeting, except in the quiet moments when she remembered life outside of work. More and more, it was that half of life that seemed to matter most.

"I'm dropping you off at his house, right?" Ellen continued, breaking the silence.

"That would be great. He can't pick me up from the airport, but he did promise to have dinner waiting for me." Arden straightened her back in a vain attempt to stretch out the kinks it had fallen into during their travels.

Covering a yawn, Ellen consulted the view from her window. "You've got a real winner with that one."

"Which is exactly why I'm happy to be back in Northbridge," she responded lightly, predicting the other woman’s response even before it came.

“Have I ever told you how cringey you are? Because you’re going to make me question my choice to take you on as my partner.”

“That cringey-ness is part of why this city loves me. And we both know you’re not really regretting anything. We make a great team.”

Ellen rubbed her forehead wearily as the wheels hit tarmac.

_____

Arden had stayed in a lot of different places over the past week, but none of them had produced the same effect upon arrival as Jaime’s house. Her pulse shifted tempos when they finally made it to his driveway, her whole body light with the knowledge that this time, she was taking her suitcase somewhere familiar. The relief of not having to spend another night in a hotel was second only to the relief of not having to spend another night alone.

“Thanks so much for the ride,” she acknowledged, cracking open the door. “I’ll have those drafts to you first thing tomorrow morning.”

Ellen gave her a peculiarly appraising glance. “No rush. I won’t have a chance to look over them until the afternoon.”

“Okay. See you Monday?”

“Bright and early.”

“See you then,” Arden promised, hefting her roller bag out of Ellen’s trunk. She wheeled the suitcase across Jaime’s sidewalk, smile breaking wide when the front door opened before her.

“Hey!” Jaime greeted, reaching to take the briefcase that was slung across her shoulder. “Sorry I didn’t come out to the car.” I didn’t want to mess anything up.

Arden’s forehead crinkled in confusion at his thought. “What is there to mess up?” As she uttered the words, she was met with the unmistakable smell of garlic wafting from the kitchen. “Oh, you mean dinner! We wouldn’t want anything to burn.” Again, she added mentally, recalling several of her own foiled kitchen attempts.

Confusion flashed in his eyes, but he covered it quickly. “Oh, yeah. Burnt lasagna is a definite nope.” Jaime set the briefcase by the door, then he wheeled her suitcase into a nearby corner. “C’mere, Arden.”

Dropping her purse to the floor, she was in his arms an instant later. She soaked in his warmth, his strength, his smell. Everything she’d been missing for the past week was fulfilled.

“You okay?”

“I just missed you a lot.” She buried her nose into his shirt, breathing in the scent that had eluded her senses, no matter how hard she’d tried to imagine it. “And it’s good to be home.”

His grip on her tightened. “Speaking of home, do you want to see the work I’ve done since the last time you came around? I could give you a little tour.”

She nodded against him, lips curling up at the excitement in his tone. “I’d love to see what you’ve been working on.”

He hadn’t told her the exact nature of the projects he’d completed, but Jaime wouldn’t be Jaime without some ongoing repair around the house. Even so, it was a little unusual for him to actually finish something significant enough to merit a tour. He’d spent years planning for future renovations, though most of his efforts were channelled into the work he did for others.

Eager to see what he’d done, but reluctant to let go of him completely, Arden reached for his hand when they drifted apart. Slipping off her shoes, she followed him in past the entryway.

“You might have already guessed, but my first item of business was to get these floors refinished.” They crossed the threshold and Arden stopped short, thin socks sliding across the hardwood.

“Jaime, they’re gorgeous! I can’t believe it’s the same floor!” She released his fingers so that she could squat down for a closer look.

With a quiet chuckle, Jaime knelt down beside her. “It is a significant change, isn’t it? I went for a few shades darker than what was here before. It’s classy, but not dark enough to make cleaning it too much of a chore. I don’t think the upkeep will be too bad.”

Arden’s fingers came to a standstill as she brushed the glossy panels. “Are you planning to hire me as your maid?”

His cheeks flooded with color when her laughing eyes fell on him. “Of course not! It’s just...an interesting design feature.”

“Uh-huh,” she replied, unconvinced. There was definitely more going on than Jaime was letting on. Is he asking me to move in with him?

As they stood, his next thought practically confirmed it.

It shouldn’t even show pet hair. I know they don’t shed that much, but still...

Arden felt her heartbeat in her throat as they resumed the tour. If he was asking her to move in, her answer would come quite easily. She’d been wanting to move in together practically since they’d started dating, but Jaime’s good sense had encouraged waiting until they were sure that the relationship was actually going somewhere. Moving was an awful lot of hassle for something that wasn’t permanent.

This is permanent, she thought, brushing away the strand of hair that had fallen across her forehead. It’s definitely permanent.

Catching up to him, she locked onto his arm, pressing her cheek against his bicep while they walked into the dining room together. He glanced down at her, concern in his eyes quickly turning to affection when he saw the contentment in her gaze.

It’s good to have you back, Arden.

“It’s good to be back. And I hope it’s a long time before I have to leave you again.”

There was a pause before his reply. “I do too.” Whatever was on his mind, he recovered quickly, and she didn’t press the issue. He gestured toward the gray walls behind his oak dining set. “I’ve taken down the wallpaper in here, but I was hoping to get your input before I put something else up.”

“You have a much better eye for design than I do,” she countered, surveying the large swath of bare wall. “I don’t want you to end up with something you hate just because I picked it on a whim.”

“I’ve got it narrowed down to a handful of options.” And your opinion matters a lot to me.

“Then I’d be happy to take a look at what you’ve got. I’ll even help you hang it up if you decide on new wallpaper.”

Jaime eyed her dubiously. “I wouldn’t put you through that.”

“It could be fun,” she countered. “We’d stream some cheesy pop music and get wallpaper paste all over our clothes...”

His brow cocked even further. “Have you ever hung wallpaper?”

“Not even once,” she admitted with mock solemnity.

“Then I wouldn’t put me through that either.”

“Oh, stop.”

She caught another whiff of dinner and sidestepped into the kitchen for a tantalizing glimpse of the lasagna on top of the stove. As she took in the sight of marinara and melted cheese, the airport sandwich she’d eaten so many hours ago felt even more paltry by comparison.

Jaime noticed the shift in her focus. “It still needs to rest for a little while before we cut into it. While we’re waiting, we can take a look at another project I’ve been working on upstairs.”

Arden turned from the kitchen, taking in her boyfriend’s unsettled expression. Why does he look so nervous? She fell into their normal pattern of banter, hoping that it would relieve the tension she saw etched across his face. “Oh, I see. You’re just trying to get me into your bedroom.”

“Something like that,” he answered with a laugh.

“You’re lucky it happens to be one of my favorite places,” she commented, leading him up the flight of stairs. “But I’m not letting myself get too distracted. Dinner smells amazing and I’m hungry.”

“I’m sure. Traveling can really take it out of you.”

“You can say that again.” Arden couldn’t resist a quick smirk as they passed into his room.

Some of her favorite memories from the past months had taken place between these four walls -- snuggling in the early morning before either of their alarms had sounded, half-forgotten conversations that occurred when one of them wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep... More than anything, it brought to mind the closeness they’d achieved over these past months. Physically, emotionally, spiritually -- there was no one she’d ever known more fully than she knew him.

She scanned the space for changes, stepping into the ensuite when she could see no major difference in the bedroom. Once inside, Arden noticed the sink first: a double vanity where a single basin had stood before. Jaime’s small collection of toiletries had been moved to one corner of the counter, leaving the other side completely empty save for the new hand towel that rested beside the rim. It took longer for her to see the additional set of towel hooks that stuck out from the opposite wall a solid half-foot lower than the existing pair.

When she looked behind her, Jaime was leaning against the doorway, deep brown eyes fixated on her form. “I was thinking maybe it was time for an upgrade,” he told her quietly. “You’ve been ‘the girl next door’ for a long time.”

Arden’s heart thumped dully, the roar of blood pounding in her ears. “Are you asking me to move in with you?” She wasn’t nervous about asking the question, but her body still hummed in anticipation of his response. Please say yes.

“Something like that,” he repeated a second time, standing up straight. “Let’s go downstairs. There’s one more thing I wanted to show you.”

Suspicion dawned as they trod the stairs again. Jaime wasn’t usually one for evasive answers. Deflecting multiple questions meant he was definitely keeping something from her. Remembering his earlier unease, the nature of that something was suddenly incredibly obvious.

He’s asking me to marry him, she realized with startling clarity. She’d caught his thoughts on marriage too many times for this to be mere coincidence.

“I was kind of hoping to save this for last,” he told her as they reentered the living room, waving a hand toward a wooden inscription that hung above the mantle:

The Lewis Family, established 2020

Even with her suspicions, her mouth still fell open at the simple message. There could be little mistaking just what he meant by such a gesture.

Breath hitching in her throat, Arden turned from the sign to the man standing before her. All of his nerves were gone, replaced by a look of the most tender affection she had ever seen.

“Arden, I want you to be more than just ‘the girl next door’ or ‘the girl who lives with me.’ I'd really like to call you my wife.” His lips quivered at the pause between words. “I’ve had you in my life for so long that I can hardly even remember who I was before I met you. Over the years, I’ve had the honor of standing by your side as you risked everything for what you believe in, I’ve watched how well you love and care for others, and I’ve benefitted from your thoughtfulness more times than I can count. You’re the funniest, most creative, most insightful person I’ve ever met, and I love you more every single time you cross my mind.”

“But more than all of that, you’re my best friend and the only woman I’ve ever wanted to spend my life with.” He knelt and withdrew the box from his pocket, holding it out to her as he opened the lid. “Marry me?” Jaime asked simply, emotions checking all but the most necessary words.

Eyes fixed on Jaime, she was conscious only of his question and the stream of tears spilling over her cheeks. She tried to sweep them away, but they continued, unbidden. “Of course I will,” Arden whispered. “I think you knew before you even asked.”

Confidence fully returned, he flashed her a self-assured smile. “I certainly hoped you would.”

She’d always expected that getting engaged would be frightening -- that she’d be overcome with fear about what the commitment meant for her future. When she’d imagined permanence with anyone she’d dated before, marriage had seemed like something to bind her and hold her down.

But with Jaime, it wasn’t like that at all. In fact, she wasn’t sure when she’d felt more free or alive. All she wanted was to be gathered up in his arms, kissing the lips that had spoken the two sweetest words she’d ever heard.

Both longing for contact, they kissed soundly before she melted into his embrace, cheek sitting flush against the hammering of his heart. Arden heard the confessions of love he whispered into her hair, but she was too full of joy to recognize their substance.

They parted, and Jaime swiped at the remaining tears with his thumbs, cradling her face between his hands. “That sign is just a symbol, by the way. You don’t have to take my name. I can take yours or we can use a hyphen, or --”

She shut him up with a kiss, arms winding so tightly around his neck that his body sagged with the weight of her.

“Jaime, it’s perfect -- whatever we decide. No matter what the paper says, you’ll be a Gale and I’ll be a Lewis. We’ll be a family.”

His eyes brimmed with tears as she stressed the word. “I can’t tell you how much I want that with you.”

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” she agreed. “Even if it took a while to figure that out.”

“We should probably put your ring on then.”

Arden could only nod, another fit of giggles accompanying her wordless reply. In the swell of emotions, she’d managed to forget the ring entirely.

Jaime slid it onto her finger with ease, bracing her hand for inspection even after it was securely in place.

She’d caught him staring at the naked fingers of her left hand too many times in the past weeks for the perfect fit to come as a surprise. What she hadn’t expected, however, was to recognize the emeralds on either side of the central stone.

"They’re from my mom’s bridal set." She could barely get the words out around a second onslaught of tears.

He looked up from her fingers to meet her gaze, brown eyes misting over. "I've had them since the day your dad found out we were dating. Apparently she gave him pretty clear instructions to pass it on once we’d finally stopped pretending.”

“It couldn’t be more perfect, Jaime.”

“I love you, future-wife.” He kissed her hand and dropped it to her side.

“You’re such a dork,” she laughed, tears still dampening her face.

“Hey, cut me some slack. I’ve been waiting a pretty long time to call you that.”

“Let’s change that soon,” Arden suggested before catching his lips once more.

_____

“Is this why you couldn’t come pick me up from the airport?” Arden inquired after dinner, thumb caressing the smooth metal band that circled her finger.

She couldn’t see his face, but it wasn’t difficult to imagine the blush that was probably spreading over his cheeks at the question. He drew close, stubble tickling her cheek as he leaned down to her ear. “There’s no way I could have made it that entire drive without thinking something that would have given it away. I didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“You really are a romantic at heart.”

“What can I say, Arden? You bring out that side of me.”

Arden pulled her legs up bedside her, turning on the couch to sit across his thighs. From this position, his silhouette was illuminated by the light of the fire behind him, casting a golden halo across his features.

His lips curved into the boyish smile that had been doing funny things to her heart for years. In such moments, those striking eyes had never held anything but delight and care for her. But tonight, there was something else woven in -- something that spoke of forever.

Smiling to herself, she allowed her gaze to fall back to the hands in her lap. As the firelight glinted off the stones of her ring, she sucked in a quiet breath.

“What is it?” Jaime asked, noting her surprise.

Her eyes flitted back to his face. “Walking into the studio with this rock on my finger is really going to damage my sex appeal. Not that I have to have sex appeal, but in the world of television, it certainly helps...” she backpedalled, realizing that the entire notion was somewhat ridiculous.

“I think your sex appeal is just fine.”

“You’ve never given me reason to doubt that at all,” Arden laughed, threading her fingers through his hair. “Let’s just hope you don’t get bored of me after I move in.”

“It won’t,” he persuaded, his tone growing serious. “After this many years together, I can promise you that’s never going to happen.”

She nuzzled into his chest and slipped an idle hand beneath his shirt. His muscles tensed as she felt her way around his side. Still, it wasn’t long before he joined the exploration, his own fingers finding the sliver of skin exposed beneath the hem of her shirt.

Nope, definitely not getting bored of you. And I’m definitely ready to have this all the time.

His thoughts sent a thrill of heat through her.

“Although I do have a few other projects to finish before you move in. I want it to be perfect.”

“It will be,” she assured. “In fact, there’s just one more renovation I’d suggest.”

His hands paused, as if waiting to add her request to his list.

Arden’s cheeks throbbed with the force of her smile. “Don’t worry -- it’s nothing too big. I just think we should hang some blinds on this window so you can kiss me in every room of the house.”

“I’m kissing you anyway,” he told her, hands moving once more to scoop her into his arms. He pressed a kiss to her cheek and carried her weight as he stood. “But I’m taking you upstairs before this goes any further.”

“You can take me anywhere you like,” she told him, giggling as she recalled Ellen’s earlier comment about the Sahara.

“Hmm?” His steps slowed as his face angled down to search for the source of her amusement.

"It’s nothing,” she promised with a kiss to his chin. “Take me upstairs?”

Jaime was only too happy to comply.

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