#that's the roof of his mouth in the second photo lmao

[shadyufo]

this man tried to eat my trail camera

#trail camera #trail cam #coyote #wildlife #canis latrans #that's the roof of his mouth in the second photo lmao #there were about twenty pictures after this of him getting behind the camera and moving it around while trying to pull it off the tree #got a TON of rad new trail cam pics I need to post!!

[lumosandnoxwriting]

Photoshoot Fantasies - Fred Weasley

Title: Photoshoot Fantasies Pairing: Fred x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW!!! Dom!Fred, daddy kink, spanking, masturbation (male and female) oral (male receiving), unprotected sex, choking, begging, dirty talk Summary: Fred doesn’t like it when his girlfriend gets naughty without his permission A/N: this is….pure filth. For the anon who wanted some smut with dom!fred. this is literally like 3% plot and 97% smut lmao so I hope you enjoy!! Requests are open and feedback is always welcomed!!

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“Oi, lover boy! You’ve got a letter from your girlfriend,” George calls teasingly from the kitchen.

Fred groans as he rolls over in bed, his hands coming up to rub the last bits of sleep from his eyes. He squints as he opens his eyes, due to the bright streaks of sunlight coming in from the break in his curtains. Fred takes a moment to mentally prepare himself for the day before he heaves himself out of bed, and shuffles into the kitchen.

“Good morning dear brother of mine,” George greets far too cheerily for the early hour.

Fred grunts in response and takes a seat across from George, waving his wand so a cup of coffee lands in front of him. He usually isn’t one to need caffeine in the morning, his own natural energy is usually enough to clear the sleep induced fog from his head, but he’s been having trouble sleeping lately since Y/N hasn’t been by his side.

After graduation, Y/N landed her dream job in the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures at the Ministry. Fred had been so proud of her, and he loved how excited she was each night as she told him about her day over dinner. Unfortunately, her job had one huge drawback: traveling. Every so often Y/N would travel to different parts of the UK and Europe to get updates on the population of certain magical creatures or to help develop and implement conservation plans. A week ago, she left for her longest trip yet, an entire month, and Fred hasn’t been able to sleep well since.

“Where’s this letter then?” Fred asks after he has a few sips of coffee. He can feel the caffeine working its’ magic, and his brain is finally clear enough to string a sentence together.

George rolls his eyes and tosses a thick envelope at Fred. “You two are sickening, you know that? I think she wrote you a bloody novel about how much she loves you and misses you,” George says, pretending to throw up.

Fred flips George off, trying to contain the blush forming on his face. “Don’t act like you didn’t stand in the doorway for 15 minutes last night kissing Angelina goodbye, git.” Fred can feel George’s eyes on him as he fiddles with the envelope. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” he bites.

“Someone is feeling feisty,” George retorts with a laugh. “Come on then, open the damn letter. Let’s see how long it takes her to start waxing poetically about your eyes.”

Fred glares at George as his fingers quickly rip open the envelope. Normally he would wait for George to go and busy himself with something else or he’d retreat to his room so he could bask in Y/N’s words by himself, but it’s been far too long since he’s seen her and Fred thinks he might explode if he waits any longer to read her letter. “Oh,” he says softly in surprise, when he only pulls out one piece of parchment. The envelope hadn’t been bulky from the lovely letter she wrote him, but the half a dozen photographs she had included. His eyes scan over the short note, a small smile appearing on his face.

To my dearest Freddie Eddie Spaghetti,

Things are going well up in Scotland, Niffler birth rates are through the roof thanks to the plan we implemented last year. We’ve spent the last few days prepping a large cohort of them to send off to Egypt to assist the rune breakers Gringotts has out there. I’ll be off to France in a day or so to check up on some of the Thestrals we brought to a conservatory outside of Nice a few months ago, hopefully they’ve acclimated well.

I’ve been missing you like crazy, Freddie. You’re all I seem to think about these days, it’s been quite hard to focus on my work. I don’t know how I’m going to manage going three more weeks without seeing your face or being held in your arms. You better rest up, because you won’t be getting any sleep for days once I’m finally back home with you.

I’ve included a few photos that will hopefully keep you company while I’m still away.

Love you lots and lots and lots, Y/N

“That’s it? One stinky piece of parchment?” George asks, clearly annoyed. “There’s my day, ruined. Thought I’d get a nice laugh at least since you’ve been so miserable. What else is in the envelope then?”

Fred’s eyes are still scanning the letter, trying to commit the words to memory and he absentmindedly grabs the stack of photos to show George. “She sent photos,” he responds, finally putting the letter to the side. “Probably of all the baby Nifflers,” he adds with a chuckle.

“Let me see, then,” George says excitedly, reaching his hand out. “Remember when she sent those photos of the baby dragons dressed up in onesies? That was jokes. Bet she put hats on them this time.”

As Fred goes to hand George the stack of photos he gets a glimpse of the one on top. His eyes widen and he quickly pulls his arm back, cradling the photos against his chest. “Nope, sorry. You can’t see them.”

“What? Why not?” George watches as Fred starts to fidget in his seat and a red flush starts to take over his face. “Oh my god!” he says suddenly with a laugh, realization hitting him. “She sent you nudes! What a little minx. You two are far more disgusting than I ever could have imagined.”

Fred clears his throat, choosing to ignore George. “Well I’m going to go back to my room and uh, respond to this letter. See you later.” Fred tries to act as normal as possible as he heads back to his room, desperately trying to ignore George’s cackling. He breathes a sigh of relief as he shuts his door behind him, leaning on it for a moment.

Fred rids himself of his T-shirt and climbs back onto his bed in nothing but his boxers. This isn’t how he planned on spending his morning, but Fred is more than happy to change his plans. He sits up in bed, his back pressed up against his cold wall and his legs splayed out. While Fred would consider himself adventurous in the bedroom, this is the first time Y/N has ever done anything like this, and he can feel himself getting aroused already.

“Merlin,” he groans as he allows himself to look at the first photo. Y/N is laying in the middle of a bed wearing nothing but a lacy red bra and the matching pair of panties, a set Fred is all too familiar with.  Her whole face isn’t visible, just her mouth, and as the photo moves her tongue comes out to lick her bottom lip and her hand lightly trails down her torso to her thigh.

He balances the stack of photos on his lap for a moment, his right hand pushing his boxers down to his thighs. Fred had planned on drawing out the experience, but he’s already rock hard from the first photo. He throws the first photo on the bed beside him as he wraps his hand around himself, and he picks the stack back up.

Fred starts to slowly stroke himself as his eyes rake over the next photograph, his mouth running dry. Y/N is laying in the same position as before, but the bra she was wearing in the first photo has been discarded, and as the photo moves her hands massage her breasts and she bites her lip.

“Oh fuck,” he moans, as he moves onto the next photo. Y/N is now completely naked, and as the photo moves one of her hands trails down her front from her breast to her core while her other hand pinches and toys with one of her nipples.

Fred starts to stroke himself faster and is unable to contain the grunts that fall from his mouth as he moves to the next photo. His thumb rubs the sensitive tip of his cock, spreading around the precum that has started to accumulate, helping his hand glide easier as he strokes. In the next photo, Y/N’s mouth is open, and Fred is sure a breathy moan is leaving her lips, as the movement of the photo shows Y/N starting to slowly rub her clit as her other hand fists in the sheets underneath her.

“Oh, fucking shit,” Fred groans as he looks at the second to last photo, his hand stilling on his cock to stop himself from finishing just yet. Y/N’s feet are now flat against the bed, her knees bent and open wide. As the photo moves Fred can clearly see Y/N sink two fingers into herself as her thumb rubs at her clit. Her other hand tugs at the sheets and her bottom lip is caught between her teeth, a telltale sign that she’s on the brink of her release.

Fred starts to stroke himself again as he reveals the last photo, his orgasm quickly approaching. Y/N’s entire body is flushed red and as the photo moves her back arches, her toes curl, and her whole body trembles as she reaches her orgasm.

Fred’s thumb teases the sensitive head of his cock as his eyes wander over all of the photos. He focuses on the last one, and as Y/N once again reaches her climax Fred does as well. His head tips back and he lets out a low moan as he releases all over his stomach, his cock twitching in his hand. Fred continues to lightly stroke himself as he comes down from his high, his breath coming out in hard pants.

When he gets to be too sensitive he releases himself, letting his cock lay against his stomach. He reaches for his wand so he can clean himself off with a simple spell. But an even better idea pops into his head.

“Accio, camera,” he casts, watching as the top drawer of their dresser opens and his camera starts to fly over to him. He grips the camera and points it at himself, so his body from his torso to the tops of his thighs are in shot. Fred makes sure that his limp cock and the come on his stomach is the center of the photo, and once he’s pleased with the shot he clicks the shutter button.

Fred places the camera on his bed as the photo prints and develops, grabbing his wand and cleaning himself off with a spell. He pulls his boxers back up and gets out of bed, rummaging around for some parchment and a quill. Once he finds what he needs he writes out a quick letter to Y/N.

To my dearest Y/N,

I’m glad to hear everything is going well with work. I’m so proud of you and the things you do. Things at the shop are going well, the new range of whiz-bangs sold out in just a few days. I’m missing you like mad, I can’t wait for you to get home.

Those photos you sent me were very naughty. How dare you pleasure yourself like that without Daddy’s permission. I think Daddy’s going to have to punish you when he finally gets his hands on you. 10 spanks sounds fair, doesn’t it princess? I think you deserve it, after the mess you caused Daddy to make all over himself.

Love you lots and lots and lots and lots, Freddie Eddie Spaghetti

Fred grabs the now developed photo from his bed as he reads over the letter, a satisfied smile on his face. He folds up the letter and tucks it into an envelope along with the photo before he seals it and addresses it to Y/N. As he goes to leave his room he spots a piece of folded up parchment on his floor and he grabs it, opening it up as he heads towards the window in the kitchen.

I’m going to Angelina’s. Use a silencing charm next time you perv.

Fred laughs at George’s note as he sends their owl away with his letter, already thinking about taking advantage of his brother’s absence.

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“Someone is in a good mood this morning,” George muses as Fred saunters down into the shop just before opening.

Fred adjusts his tie as he joins his brother at the till, a huge smile on his face. Just like last week, a letter had arrived from Y/N this morning with another filthy set of photos. This time she was in a lingerie set that Fred didn’t recognize, and she brought herself to her climax using one of the toys Fred had purchased for her as a Valentine’s Day present earlier in the year. Fred had just enough time to bring himself to his own orgasm and write her back before he had to get dressed and head down to work.

“And why wouldn’t I be?” Fred asks as he unlocks the door and turns the open sign on with a wave of his wand. “The sun is shining, the birds are chirping. It’s a beautiful day, Georgie.”

George looks Fred over before he scrunches his face up in disgust. “Y/N sent you another letter today didn’t she?” When Fred sends George a wink he gags. “Bloody disgusting. I hope you washed your hands.”

“And why would Fred need to be washing his hands?” Verity asks as she comes back from the storeroom with some more love potions to be stocked.

Fred’s face flushes red as George start to laugh. “No reason in particular,” he stutters out. Fred turns to George and glares at him. “You’re such an arse.” Fred moves to hit George upside the head, but he ducks his brother’s advance and heads over to help the two customers that have just walked in the door.

“You lot don’t pay me enough to deal with this,” Verity says as she chuckles and shakes her head.

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Fred sighs to himself as he sits up in bed, his eyes scanning over some of his notes. He and George are in the early days of developing some new products, and he’s working out some of the initial bugs before they start production next week. At least that’s what he’s supposed to be doing, but his mind is definitely elsewhere. Y/N’s third letter had arrived a few days ago, and he can’t help but let his mind wander to the new photoset sitting in his bedside drawer. It seems that his threats of punishment have fallen on deaf ears, because the photos Y/N has sent have been dirtier each time, and he can’t help but imagine what will be waiting for him in the envelope when her final letter arrives in a few days.

“What do you want?” Fred asks dully when there’s a knock at his door, not bothering to look up at George.

“That’s an awfully rude way to greet your girlfriend after you haven’t seen her for nearly a month,” Y/N says, the smile evident in her voice.

Fred’s head snaps up immediately, a smile taking over his face. “Y/N? What are you doing here?” He immediately climbs off the bed and heads over to her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

Y/N drops her bag on the ground and wraps her arms around Fred’s neck, pulling him down so she can kiss him sweetly. “We finished everything up a few days early. Figured I’d come home and surprise you.”

Fred presses their lips together again hotly, his hands moving down to Y/N’s thighs. He lifts her up, his hands gripping her tightly and moves her over to the bed. “God I missed you,” he murmurs into their kiss, before he tosses her onto the bed.

“Couldn’t have missed me too much, not with all the photos I sent you,” Y/N giggles as she lays back on the bed.

Fred’s eyes darken and he can’t help but let out a groan as he thinks about those pictures. He can feel himself start to get aroused, and he grabs his wand, waving it so that his door slams shut, and locks and a silencing charm falls around his room.

“Such a naughty girl you were, Y/N. Taking those photos without Daddy’s permission,” he scolds, his voice low and rough.

Y/N squirms on the bed, looking up at Fred as innocent as possible. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I just wanted to make you feel good while I was gone,” she explains sweetly. “And clearly it worked, that photo you sent me made me so wet, Daddy.”

Fred bites his lip as he watches her squirm on the bed, taking pride in the fact that he can see a blush forming on her cheeks. “Oh, you made Daddy feel very good, princess. But you were still being a little brat. And you know what happens to brats? Don’t you?”

Y/N can feel herself getting wet as arousal starts to build in her stomach. She’s been waiting for this moment since Fred mentioned spanking her in his first letter. “They get punished,” she responds airily, fists clenching to keep from touching herself.

“That’s right princess, they get punished.” Fred pauses, letting his eyes roam up and down Y/N’s body. “Daddy think 30 swats is good, 15 on each cheek. Don’t you think, princess?” Fred smirks when Y/N lets out a whine as she nods wildly. “What should I use, hm? My hand? Or should I get the paddle?”

“Your hand, please,” Y/N begs. As much as she loves the paddle, she craves the feeling of Fred’s hand on her ass.

Fred smirks down at her. “Normally brats don’t get what they want. But you asked so nicely, princess.” Fred tears his gaze away from Y/N and takes seat on the end of their bed. “Get naked for Daddy and come stand in front of me.”

Y/N immediately gets off of the bed and rids herself of all of her clothing. Normally when they play this game she loves to drag it out and tease Fred endlessly. But she’s been on the edge for nearly 4 weeks and Fred has already been preparing to punish her, and she doesn’t want to find out what he’ll do if she’s even more naughty now that they’re finally back together. Y/N comes to stand in front of Fred, feeling shy under his intense gaze.

“God you are so gorgeous, princess,” Fred compliments, his hand reaching out to lightly grip her hip. He rubs circles into the bare skin, reassuring her. “Come on then. Get in Daddy’s lap.” Fred helps Y/N get situated across his lap, laying on her front. “Such a good girl,” he whispers, letting his hand run down her back, over her bum and to her thigh. “Do you have anything to say to Daddy? Before he gives you your punishment,” he drawls, his hand pushing in between her legs to rub at her wet folds.

Y/N gasps at his touch, her eyes falling closed. “I’m sorry for being a naughty girl, Daddy,” she moans out as Fred rubs her clit ever so slightly.

“Thank you princess,” he says softly, removing his hand from her core. He places it on her bum instead, lightly massaging one of her cheeks. “Daddy’s not mad at you, princess. But you still have to be punished, do you understand?” When Y/N nods he smiles. “Good girl. I want you to count for me, okay?”

“Yes Daddy,” Y/N responds, getting comfortable in Fred’s lap. A squeak leaves her mouth as Fred lands the first slap to her ass. “One,” she counts breathily. Before she has a chance to recover from the first hit, Fred is landing another hit to her cheek causing her to moan. “Two.”

Fred smirks down at the writhing mess Y/N has turned into after her first 15 spanks. Her right bum cheek is bright red, and Fred resists his urge to lean down to kiss it. “Are you doing alright, Princess? Can you take 15 more?” Fred asks quietly, reaching up to stroke Y/N’s hair. As much as he loves being rough with her, he never wants to hurt her or make her uncomfortable in any way. He’s rock hard in his trousers already, and he wants to make sure she’s getting as much pleasure from this as he is.

“Yes, Daddy. Need more. ‘M a naughty girl, I need to be punished,” she responds desperately. Y/N is soaking wet and her stomach is a pool of arousal. A few tears have snuck out of her eyes from how turned on she is, and she’s basking in the warmth left behind on her bum from Fred’s hand.

“Good girl,” Fred praises, leaning down to press a few kisses to Y/N’s shoulder. “You can use your safe word at any time, you know that right?” When Y/N nods he presses another kiss to her shoulder and starts to massage the bum cheek he hasn’t hit yet. “Count for me again, princess, okay?”

Y/N nods, letting out a moan a Fred lands the first hit to her cheek. “One,” she whines, lifting her hips up to encourage him to spank her again. Fred suddenly lands three hits in a row, causing a few more tears to leak out of her eyes as she moans. “Two, three, four,” she stutters out.

By the time Fred lands the last hit to her ass, Y/N is desperate for release. She’s slowly moving her hips forward, desperate for any kind of friction against her clit. “Daddy please,” she begs.

“Look at my desperate little baby,” he coos, moving Y/N’s hair out of her face so he can see the desperation on it. “Such a good girl you were, princess. Such a good girl for Daddy. C’mere let me kiss you.”

Fred helps Y/N straddle his waist and tucks a few stray hairs behind her ear. He kisses her deeply, his tongue immediately licking into her mouth. Y/N moans into the kiss, rolling her hips against the rough fabric of Fred’s trousers. Fred groans at the contact on his clothed cock, his hips rolling up to meet hers. “God, so fucking desperate for it aren’t you, princess?” he asks as his lips start to trail kisses down her neck.

Y/N nods, tipping her head back to give Fred more room to kiss. “Need you so bad, Daddy. Missed your cock. That’s what I was thinkin’ about in all those photos. Thinkin’ about how much I love your cock and how good it feels inside of me.”

Fred groans into Y/N’s neck and pulls away so he can look at her. “That’s so fucking hot, princess. Imagining you lying in bed, touching yourself and thinking of me.” Fred kisses Y/N again. “Go on and show Daddy how you touch yourself, princess. Get in bed and pleasure yourself for me.”

Y/N crawls off of Fred’s lap and onto the bed, settling down in the middle of it. One of her hands starts to pinch and twist her nipple, while the other runs down her body and settles at her core. She watches as Fred stands up and starts to undress himself, her index finger starting to rub small circles on her clit. “Oh fuck,” she moans, tilting her head back.

Once Fred is fully nude he kneels on the bed next to Y/N’s head and takes himself in his hand. He starts to slowly stroke his cock, his eyes crawling over every inch of Y/N’s body. There’s a flush that creeps up her chest, over her neck and to her cheeks and her hips are slowly rocking as she teases her clit.

“So pretty, princess. You look so pretty touching yourself for Daddy,” Fred praises.

Y/N turns her head to look at Fred as she feels her orgasm approaching. She opens her mouth, silently asking Fred to let her suck him off. When he doesn’t immediately give in, she whines. “Please let me suck your cock, Daddy. Please.”

Fred reaches down with his free hand to cup Y/N’s cheek. “Fucking hell you’re desperate for it princess.” He pushes his hips forward just enough so Y/N can wrap her lips around the head of his cock.

Y/N whines around Fred’s cock, her head starting to move up and down. She lets her tongue wrap around the head on each pull back, wanting Fred to release into her mouth. When he starts to slowly fuck his hips forward she hums around him in encouragement. As her climax builds she starts to rub harder circles on her clit, desperate for release.

“Fuck princess, gonna make Daddy come,” Fred moans, his eyes watching his cock disappear into her mouth.

Y/N’s eyes flutter shut as she reaches her orgasm, her whole body trembling. She moans around Fred’s cock as pleasure flows through her, causing him to suddenly release into her mouth. Her motions on her clit slow down as Fred’s cock twitches in her mouth and she swallows his release. As Fred slowly pulls his cock out of her mouth Y/N stops her movement on her clit, bringing her hand up to clean off her finger.

“Holy fuck,” Fred pants, watching Y/N’s lips wrap around her finger. “You are so fucking amazing,” he says in awe. Fred’s cock which hadn’t even gone fully soft starts to harden again as Y/N looks up at him. “Look at what you do to Daddy, princess. His cock is already hard for you again.”

Y/N smiles as she gets up to her knees. She wraps one hand around his cock and starts to slowly stroke it, while her other goes to his neck so she can pull their lips together. Fred’s mouth immediately overpowers hers, and he forces his tongue into her mouth. Fred is fully hard in Y/N’s hand now, and as they kiss he maneuvers them so he’s sitting with his back up against the wall, and Y/N is sitting in his lap.

“Need your cock Daddy,” Y/N whines, pulling her mouth away from Fred’s. “Fuck me Daddy, please.”

Fred chuckles, his hands falling onto Y/N’s hips. “Go on then, princess. Fuck yourself on my cock since you’re so desperate for it.” Fred suppresses a groan as Y/N grinds down against him. Fred and Y/N have tried nearly every sexual position either of them could think of, and they both know that being on top is low on Y/N’s list of favorites; she much prefers it when Fred holds her down and fucks her into the mattress.

“Daddy,” she pouts, grinding down against him again.

Fred narrows his eyes at her and resists his urge to kiss her. “Princess,” he warns. “If you wanna be a desperate cock slut, then be a desperate cock slut and fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Maybe if you’re a good girl and you come on Daddy’s cock he’ll give you what you want.”

Y/N perks up at that, and she leans forward to kiss Fred slowly as she rises to her knees. One of her hands’ rests on his shoulder, while the other reaches back to grasp the base of his cock.

Fred breaks their kiss so he can watch as Y/N lines him up with her entrance. Y/N whines as she sinks down, her eyes fluttering shut at how full she feels. She sinks down until their hips meet and Fred is fully inside of her.

“Fuck you’re tight, princess. Always so tight for Daddy,” he praises. He groans as Y/N starts to roll her hips, his grip on her tightening. “Go on, baby,” he encourages. “Get yourself off on my cock.”

“Oh,” Y/N moans, her hands gripping Fred’s shoulders tightly. She starts to slowly pick herself up, stopping when Fred is only halfway inside her, before she slams herself back down. “So good, Daddy,” she pants.

Y/N fucks herself on Fred’s cock like that for a few minutes, growing frustrated when she fails to hit the spot inside of her that will bring her to her orgasm. “Daddy please,” she whines.

“Come on, princess. You know how to fuck yourself on Daddy’s cock. Come around Daddy’s cock and he’ll give you what you want,” he encourages.

Y/N leans back, placing a hand on each of Fred’s thighs and uses the leverage to lift herself up. “Oh fuck,” she gasps as she sinks back down, the tip of Fred’s cock finally brushing her sweet spot.

“You look so pretty, princess. Getting yourself off on my cock,” Fred praises, helping Y/N to lift her hips off of him. “Such a good girl.”

Y/N moans as she fucks herself on Fred’s cock, already feeling her orgasm approaching. She starts to move her hips desperately, searching for her release. “So close, Daddy. Touch me Daddy please,” she pleads.

Fred smirks before he leans forward to press an open-mouthed kiss to Y/N’s lips. “Come on, Princess, come on Daddy’s cock,” he encourages, one of his hands leaving her hip so he can rub circles on her clit.

With one more downwards movement of her hips Y/N’s walls tighten around Fred as she comes, her body shaking as her orgasm rolls through her. “That’s it, princess. Such a good girl,” Fred coos quietly, his thumb slowing its motion and his hips rocking slightly to help her through her orgasm.

Fred kisses Y/N slowly as her breathing starts to return to normal. She shifts around on his cock as their lips move together and it takes everything in Fred to not come right there. “You’ve been such a good girl for me tonight, princess. Doing so well,” he says, breaking their kiss. “Can you take more, baby? D’you want Daddy to fuck you into the mattress?” Fred pecks Y/N’s lips. “It’s okay if you don’t baby. Daddy just wants to take care of you.”

“Want you to come inside me Daddy,” Y/N tells him, looking into Fred’s eyes. “Want you to pin me down and fuck me into the mattress.”

Fred doesn’t need to be told twice. He kisses Y/N hard and flips them over so her back is on the bed and he’s hovering over her. He throws both of her legs over his shoulders, pinning her to the mattress with his hips. He braces himself with one hand as his other comes up to grip Y/N’s throat and he pulls all the way out before he slams back into her.

“Oh fuck, Daddy,” Y/N moans as Fred starts to fuck into her relentlessly. The tip of his cock is brushing the spot inside of her and she’s already so sensitive from her previous two orgasms, and with the way Fred is gripping the side of her neck she knows she won’t last long.

“God, princess,” Fred grunts as Y/N’s walls clench around him. “Such a good pussy. You always feel go good wrapped around Daddy.” Fred lands a particularly hard slam as Y/N moves to touch herself. “Hands off, princess. Want you to come just from my cock. Can you do that for Daddy?”

Y/N nods, too busy moaning and whining to answer Fred verbally. Her body feels like it’s on fire, her toes curling and her back arching as she reaches her climax. “Daddy,” she moans lowly, as she comes around Fred’s cock, a few stray tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

“Fuck princess,” Fred moans. Y/N’s walls tighten and twitch around him, bringing him to his own release. His hips still as he empties himself inside of her and he crashes their lips together. Fred slows their kiss down as they both recover, unable to stop the smirk that forms on his mouth when Y/N whines as he slowly pulls out of her. Fred collapses on the bed next to Y/N and she immediately cuddles into his side as he wraps his arm around her.

“I love you,” she murmurs, pressing a kiss to the side of his mouth.  

Fred turns his head so he can kiss her properly, not pulling away until they both need to breathe. “I love you too, Y/N,” he says softly. “Are you alright? Did I go too far?”

Y/N shakes her head, chuckling at Fred’s concern. “Not at all, love. It was incredible.” She pauses so she can press a kiss to his neck. “I’m glad I have the next few days off, I don’t think I’m gonna be able to walk tomorrow.”

Fred laughs and presses a kiss to the top of her head. “Good thing I have you all to myself because I have quite a few plans for us.”

Y/N looks up at him, a gleam of mischief in her eyes. “Oh yeah? What might those be?”

“Let’s just say our cameras are definitely going to need more film when I’m done with you.”

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[flosbelova]

they don’t know about us

i’m back with another story lmao. also, after writing this, i realized how ironic it was. whoops.

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florence pugh x reader

summary: you and florence have been dating in secret. however, when she’s involved in a dating PR stunt to promote her new movie, you start to get worried and wonder if your relationship will ever meet the public eye.

fluffy with a hint of angst.

warnings: language, smutt-ish (18+)

word count: 3.2k+

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you and florence have been dating for almost a year now. surprisingly, no one has found out. sure, the paparazzi have followed you guys around, but you were always careful not to look like a couple. but because everyone loves rumored romance, fans had begun speculating about your relationship. however, both you and florence have denied these “rumors” and state that you’re just “very good friends.”

but the thing is, it kills you every time you have to deny our relationship with florence.

you and florence met at an after party from an award show and instantly hit it off. within a couple weeks, she had asked you to be her girlfriend and you being a paranoid person, you told her that you’d think about it. she looked hurt at first and you felt stupid for turning her down the first time, but you came to your senses and finally said yes.

ever since then, you have both lived quietly in peace. you noticed that florence seemed to be content with the way things were: “secret.” and since it didn’t bother her that much, you figured that it shouldn’t bother you either.

when florence started filming “don’t worry, darling,” you would visit the set often and stay in her trailer. no one ever really batted an eye because you were usually in the corner and no one ever noticed you. when she wasn’t in a scene, she’d quickly run to her trailer and attack you with kisses. God, your make-outs felt like they could last an eternity. but they were usually cut short as a crew member would knock and tell florence that her scene was coming up.

fast forward to now, it’s time to promote the movie. however, because hollywood is hollywood, articles immediately came out stating that florence and her co-star, harry styles, were hollywood’s new “it-couple.” this killed you inside, obviously. but you chose not to say a word to florence because you wanted her movie to be big and for her to get more recognition.

press after press, magazines after magazines, interview after interview, photo shoots after photo shoots, articles after articles, you fucking name it. “harry styles and florence pugh: hollywood’s favorite couple.” God it killed you to see it. it was EVERYWHERE.

your family and friends that knew about you and florence kept messaging you asking if you two had broken up. you had to explain over and over that it was just for press and nothing else.

but then, you thought about it. was it really just for press? what if she started developing feelings for him? what if she actually leaves me for him? am i not good enough? why do we have to be secret? would it kill her reputation if we said anything?

these questions were racing through your mind like crazy. finally, after much thinking and trying your best to meditate on it, you decide to ask florence the question.

—

it’s sunday morning, it’s a rainy day in LA, what an odd sight. you get your coffee and take a sip, enjoying the sound of rain hitting the roof and windows. you loved the rain.

you hear footsteps coming from behind you and feel soft arms embrace you. florence rests her head on your shoulder.

“good morning baby,” she says in her adorable morning voice.

you turn your head to face her and give her a quick peck on her nose. she scrunches her nose and oh god, your heart might as well have jumped out your chest. she was so cute every single time she’d scrunch her nose.

y/n focus. you have important questions to ask florence. fucking focus.

you let go from her embrace in which you heard a whine from your girlfriend. you walk to the kitchen and put your coffee down on the counter and ask florence to sit down.

“babe, can you please sit down? we need to talk.”

you can tell that florence was caught off-guard with the expression on her face. she sits down across from you and looks at you with a worried smile.

“y/n, is anything wrong?”

you can hear your own heartbeat at this point. in fact, that’s all you hear. suddenly words aren’t coming in your brain. focus y/n. focus. you take a deep breathe and come clean.

“okay, i know we’re a secret and it’s fun being sneaky and all, but i gotta admit, it’s killing me. i also have to admit that this whole PR stunt relationship with harry is killing me. look harry’s a great guy and all but—“

“i know,” florence says cutting you off.

“oh,” you say feeling somewhat assured.

“y/n, you can’t hide anything from me. your face said it all,” florence says.

“your face said it all,” damn your expressive face.

“oh,” was all you could utter.

“i’ve started to notice when you started to get distant. in that moment i knew that it bothered you.” florence says afflicted.

you didn’t speak. you couldn’t think clearly. did i really get distant?

“y/n? are you gonna say something?” florence asked anxiously.

“um, what are we gonna do? i mean, what are you gonna do? are you gonna say something? it’s been two months since the movie came out and people are still talking about it—“ you ramble.

“y/n,” florence cuts you off again. “you know how this shit works. it’s the ‘hollywood culture.’ things like this aren’t gonna die down in just a couple of months, especially for something this big.”

“then what’s gonna happen with us?” you ask hopelessly.

“nothing will happen. we just have to wait until this dies down, sweetheart.” florence says, reaching for your hand, trying to sound reassuring.

you pull your hand back. it’s clearly shown in your face that you’re conflicted and angry. “florence, i don’t want to wait for this to die down. i’m tired of us being kept a secret. i’m exhausted of having to explain to my family and friends that we’re still a couple and that this stuff is just for press. i’m tired of having to worry if you’re developing feelings for him. i’m tired of having to worry if you’ll leave me for him. my heart aches every single time i see you both on the cover of a magazine when i go grocery shopping. i love you too much to let you go.”

florence furrows her brows and looks choleric. “why can’t you just understand that i love you? why can’t you understand that this stunt is JUST a stunt to me? maybe because you’ve been so busy being so distant and jumping to conclusions. y/n, i’m exhausted too. i really am,” she says, her voice breaking. ��do you know how much it breaks me because you’ve been so distant? this past month, i’ll try to hug you, and you barely hug back. and when i try to make conversation with you, you barely respond. i miss you y/n.”

your eyes are filled with tears at this point and look up to see florence with tears falling down, clearly heartbroken and in agony. on instinct, you walk towards her and pull her into a tight hug. florence hugs you back and instantly breaks down in your arms. you stroke her hair and kiss her on her forehead.

“i’m sorry,” you whisper quietly.

you couldn’t help but feel guilty that you made her feel this way. it’s true, you had been distant. you had been so caught up with worrying about the “what if’s,” and didn’t think for a second about what florence might have been feeling. this movie rested on her back and she had to do whatever she could to make sure that this movie was gonna get the recognition it deserved. even with this whole stunt, florence never questioned your relationship for one second. you did.

God, i feel like a dumbass.

you grab florence’s face and wipe the tears from her eyes. it pained you to see her cry, even when she was acting. only this time, she wasn’t acting. this was real. this was a real life situation.

florence smiled weakly at you and quietly said in almost a whisper, “i’m gonna say something soon. it’s about time that people knew.” she sniffs.

your heart dropped to your stomach. you started to regret even letting her know. i should’ve just kept my mouth shut.

florence clears her throat and continues, “it’s good that you brought this up. for weeks, i’ve been thinking how to bring this about to the public— i even confided in harry and asked for his advice,” she laughs softly.

you look at her with worry in your eyes and florence easily reads you like a book.

“don’t worry, darling. i got this handled,” florence says smiling. “also, pun heavily intended.”

you roll your eyes and chuckle lightly and hug her tightly once more.

—

a week after your conversation, you check your phone and notice that it’s filled with a couple notifications. you wondered why since your phone usually had tumbleweeds passing by. you noticed that your calendar had a very important notification. you went to check and oh shit.

how could i forget?

it’s your one year anniversary with florence and you completely forgot.

what the fuck is wrong with me?!

florence barges in the room with a big smile on her face and a tray full of food. she sets the tray on your bedside nightstand and kisses you on the cheek.

“good morning, baby! happy one year anniversary! look i made you pancakes with chocolate chips— just the way you like it— and look! i cut the strawberries to make them into hearts!” she squeals.

you looked at her dumb founded and all you could do was grab her face and kiss her passionately. she moans quietly and moves to straddle your lap without breaking the kiss. you move your hands from her face and move it to her waist and pull her in closer.

florence grabs the back of your neck and pulls you in much closer, breaking any other space in between the both of you. you feel her tongue run across your bottom lip to test the waters and you slightly open your mouth and let her tongue slip in. you let out a soft moan as her tongue touches yours. she breaks the kiss to catch her breath for a moment and proceeds to leave trails of kisses down your jaw to the crook of your neck. you feel her nibble on your neck and you couldn’t help but moan.

the sound of your moans have to be on florence’s top list of favorite sounds because what she did next made you jump.

as she continued to leave wet trails of kisses across your neck, florence slides her hand under your shirt and squeezes your boobs and runs her thumb over your nipple.

you move your chest more towards her, but as soon as you do so, she removes her hand and moves it back to your face and presses her lips gently on yours. she pulls back and looks at you alluringly.

you give her a pout. “damn we were about to get to the good part, why’d you stop?”

she strokes your cheek with her thumb, smiles, and shrugs. she gives you a quick peck on your lips.

“eat your breakfast,” she says to you.

“you’re a damn tease,” you say annoyed.

she winks at you and gets up from your lap. she leaves the room and you grab your tray and follow her to the kitchen. you took the plates from the tray and set them on the island table.

“why’d you get up? i made that to be eaten in bed! do you not get the concept of breakfast in bed?” she asks sarcastically.

“my bad. do you want me to go back?” you respond.

“no, you already made the effort to bring the food here, so we might as well eat.” she says.

—

“okay, i have a confession to make. i kinda forgot that our anniversary was today,” you say embarrassed.

florence chuckled, “i know.”

“well to make up for it, can i treat you out to lunch?” you ask nervously biting your lip hoping for a satisfactory answer.

florence had always been vocal about eating out because she didn’t want your relationship to be exploited. and because LA was always buzzing with paparazzi, you and florence usually chose to get food delivered or, florence would cook both your meals.

but to your surprise, florence says, “yeah. let’s do it.”

—

you drove to this restaurant in west hollywood that most celebrities were known to go to. they always had good services and their appetizers were scrumptious.

when you walked inside, you noticed how many eyes were on you and florence. you wondered why and then you realized… florence was holding your hand.

you tried to let go but florence tightened her grip and whispered in your ear, “it’s okay,” and gave your cheek a quick peck. you knew damn well people noticed that.

when you finally got to your table, you noticed how many heads were turning. your heart started beating fast, chills went down your spine, and your hand started to sweat.

after you got your meals, you nudged florence’s arm.

“baby people are looking.”

she looks up at you as she brings her food to her mouth and says, “let them look.”

you went back to your food and tried to focus on eating, but of course, you couldn’t. so, you checked your phone and you guessed it, your phone was buzzing with notifications from your friends and social media mentions.

“baby, put your phone down and eat. we’ll get out of here quicker if you finish your food quicker.” florence says, taking your phone and setting it next to her.

you sigh and continue eating.

after you both finish, you look out the window and noticed all the cars and people passing by. the view from the outside was so nice. the sky finally cleared up and LA was back to being sunny.

you didn’t notice it then, but florence had snapped a picture of you admiring the view from the restaurant window.

“alright, y/n, wanna get out of here?” florence asks.

“yeah, let’s go home.” you respond.

you insisted on paying the bill since it was your treat, and made sure to tip your waiter extra money.

after paying the bill, florence stands up and grabs your hand. your eyes widened for a quick second because she was holding your hand in public, once again.

that same night, florence posted the off-guard picture that she took of you and posted it on her Instagram with the caption: “my favourite view. happy one year my love.”

you decided to check your Instagram and saw that your photo was the first thing you saw on your feed. you did a double take because you couldn’t believe that florence had actually posted you.

you checked the comments and it consisted of avid fans who were excited, shocked, and in disbelief.

“OH MY GOD I KNEW IT”

“HOLY SHIT WHAT??”

“wait, what about her and harry??”

“i thought her and harry were dating?? i’m so confused”

“florence!” you scream out from the living room.

“yes, darling?” she screams back from the kitchen.

she walks towards the living room and as soon as she gets near the couch, you stand up, and try to hug her eagerly, but instead you both fall to the ground. you quickly get up and help florence.

“i’m sorry, but what the hell?” you ask in shock.

florence furrows her brows and looks annoyed. “what do you mean, ‘what the hell?’ you tackled me—“

“you actually posted me?” you interrupt.

she changes her mood and says, “oh that? yeah i did. i decided it was time, and believe me, i was getting tired of the stunt too.”

you couldn’t help but smile. you kissed her so quickly that she almost fell. “i love you so fucking much.”

—

the next day, your phone was still buzzing with notifications but this time, it was double the notifications. you decided to check your phone and saw articles supporting your relationship, saw other articles that explained hollywood’s infamous PR stunts, and unfortunately, you noticed that some articles were trying to paint florence as some sort of “cheater.” this angered you to your core.

why the fuck would they accuse her of cheating? that’s a whole wad of bullshit.

you get up from your bed and walk to your kitchen. florence was already there preparing coffee. she turns around and yelps.

“Y/N!” florence yells.

you laugh. “i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to scare you.”

you walk towards her and give her a big embrace. once you pull back, you don’t let go just yet. you give florence a quick kiss and finally let go.

“my phone has been buzzing all morning” you say annoyed.

“yeah mine too,” florence says, looking defeated.

you notice her expression. you grab her hand. “baby what’s wrong?”

florence let’s go of your hand and waves off her annoyance, “i saw an article that called me a cheater and i’m not gonna lie it ruined my morning.” she turned around to the island table and took a sip of her coffee.

you felt your anger rise up, but you calmed yourself. you wrapped your arms around florence’s waist from behind, and hugged her until she felt better. as soon as you do this, she turns around and wraps her arms around you, returning the embrace.

“i’ll be okay. my publicist called me this morning and said that she cleared up any rumors or accusations.” florence says, sighing.

“okay, that’s good,” you say, stroking her hair. you gave her a kiss on her cheek. “is everything gonna be alright?” you ask.

“yeah. i’m sure they will.” florence says in a hopeful tone. “whatever happens, i’ll be okay; we’ll be okay.”

you kiss her gently and whisper, “i love you, flo.”

“i love you more, y/n,” florence returns, and presses her soft lips onto yours.

—

a couple of weeks passed and you and florence’s ‘incident’ was basically last year’s issue. magazines and articles had finally shut up and stopped accusing florence of being a cheater.

you had wondered why they would even call her that since the relationship between her and harry weren’t even real to begin with. almost everyone knew that it was a PR stunt anyway, and yet, they still called her that. fucking hollywood.

however, you had noticed that florence’s mood had improved more within the weeks since she was finally able to post you. any chance she got, she would post you. as much as it embarrassed you, you kind of enjoyed the attention. you enjoyed finally being able to go out in public, hand in hand with your girlfriend, kiss her, without a care in the world. you both promised to always tell each other anything, and both of you would do your utmost best to fix them. all was well in the world. you loved each other and didn’t give a fuck about what other people had to say. and that’s all that mattered. you both loved one another.

the end

#florence pugh #florence pugh x reader #florence pugh fanfic #yelena belova #dont worry darling #harry styles #writing #fan fic #wlw

[sneezefiction]

you’re my adventure

Nishinoya x Reader - Scenario

desc: engagements and soft moments

a/n: a request from @curlykoo for some fluffy, sweet Noya! i’m sorry I couldn’t pull off a sequel to the angsty noya fic, but I hope this makes you smile <333 thank you so much for requesting + waiting ! (my titles get cheesier every time i post lmao)

warnings: none! (legit, you’re gonna b smothered in fluff)

wc: 1500

---

“Keep your eyes covered, y/n.” Nishinoya says, leading you gently by your hand to a destination in the open air.

Midsummer nights are never chilly, but you wouldn’t have minded a small jacket or cardigan.

He’d planned for your ultimate comfort and, with your eyes still closed, envelops you in a light, fluffy blanket. He knows you well.

So you trust him and keep walking, one hand in his, the other grasping the blanket on your shoulder.

Your feet finally tap the side of a small curb, and with that he says,

“Now open!” In a nervously, excited whisper.

---

Noya exists for the purpose of adventure. To know and taste every sensation. To feel ridged mountainsides. To hunt for new experiences. Capturing every living, breathing thing in a mental photo. Documenting each distinct memory.

Novelty is forever fleeting, but some are born to find it. Again and again and again.

And that’s Nishinoya for you. Always finding, forever searching.

But for so long, he’s done it alone.

And, he supposes, alone isn’t… bad.

It’s true, there’s freedom in venturing by himself. He’s free to do as he pleases, whenever he pleases.

No one to look out for, nothing to tie him down.

Just endless journeys for him to explore.

But there’s a point when “alone” simply becomes “lonely.”

And that shift was a hard pill to swallow… because to settle down and stifle the “lonely” seemed to mean he had to lose his true love. Adventure.

Little did he know, the true adventure was about to start as you made your entrance into his life.

---

It’s Friday once again.

And Fridays are deemed exploration days by your bubble-machine of a boyfriend, Nishinoya.

Thus it makes sense that the week is incomplete, if not absolutely suffocating to him, if he hasn’t had a chance to leave your snug apartment to feel grass below his feet and the rustle of wind through his hair.

You usually give him space to go off, self-examine, and explore by himself. It’s something he’s always needed to do and it’s never gotten in the way of your relationship.

If anything it made you love him and his unique spirit even more.

However, every once in a while, he’ll want you to join him.

Tonight just happens to be one of those nights. No rhyme or reason to it.

It’s not the most unusual request, but as you asked “where to,” he refused you an answer.

Yet, the sparkle in his eye told you that he was hiding something.

Something significant.

Something special he just had to share with you.

So you let him take you by the hand, pulling you toward this secret destination.

---

“And open!”

It takes you a moment to realize where you are.

It’s exactly where you had your first date with this spiky-haired boy. The roof of the parking garage.

You fondly remember blue tongues and sugary, sweet lips from the slushies Noya had bought you back then. How he chased you after you ruffled-up his hair, letting you think you could get away, but catching up with you in no time. How when he caught you, he cupped your cheeks, staring into your eyes adoringly.

You shared many long, devoted kisses that night. Delicate touches. Conversations about passions and desires.

Since then, you’ve been attached at the hip.

Y’all rarely revisited that exact spot, deeming it a “sacred place” meant only for perfect moments and irreversible discussions and decisions. Your heart is racing.

The lot is comfortably empty, a brilliant full moon above you acting as the primary light source.

Before you are a pile of pillows and blankets, a small cluster of candles, and… of course…

Those truly iconic blue slushies.

You’re at a loss for words.

He leads you to his setup, letting you get comfortable enough to fully take in the scene.

It’s romantic.

Divine.

Unbelievably thoughtful.

For someone so carefree, you forget just how much beauty and ambiance matters to Nishinoya. Every last detail is there, pristine yet cozy. The location and atmosphere, perfect.

You break the silence,

“Noya, this is… stunning.” Your mouth hangs open slightly, in awe of the scene set before you.

That he cared so deeply for this very moment, for you, to do all of this.

“I just- I- Even the slushies!” You’re laughing, words coming out in jumbles.

So you slouch down into the pillow, legs curled into your chest, hands resting on your knees.

The stars overhead are completely outshone by your wide, sparkling eyes.

“So what’s all this for, baby? It’s not our anniversary, y’know?” You smile, genuinely curious and a little nervous.

Your usually chatty, animated boyfriend is completely silent.

He wordlessly gets down on his knees in front of you and sets his hands on top of yours.

Taking both of them into his own, he waits a minute, stroking them with his thumb.

He then takes the deepest breath he can muster,

“Y/n… all my life I’ve wanted to be free.” He starts, voice shaky.

“You know how much I love adventure...” 

You nod slowly, your eyes shining as they meet his, 

“and I’ve had my fair share of them.” He expresses with a smile on his lips, picturing one of those precious moments right now.

And suddenly, his words gain strength and confidence.

“But I never realized that I could feel this free. Especially not with someone else by my side.”

Your heart skips a beat. 

This isn’t any old conversation anymore.

No, this pertains to you. Your relationship. Your Noya.

“Y/n… you should know, my old life pales in comparison to these past two years I’ve spent with you.” He states boldly, no longer wavering.

“Those 22 years don’t match up to the amount of life I get to share with you now.”

He can hear his heart beating out of his chest.

“You’re my adventure, y/n.” He reveals, his face warm, but heart even warmer.

And the happiest of tears are dripping down your chin, onto his hands.

“I want you to know that out of every amazing mountaintop I’ve climbed, you’re better than it’s peak.”

“Not even the bluest, clearest ocean, the steepest waterfall, or the most beautiful flower can compete with all the wonderful things I’ve experienced with you.”

He shifts and shuffles to grab something out of his pocket.

But, of course, he drops it first.

Nishinoya let’s the most comical gasp you’ve ever heard, escape his lips.

You laugh, tears falling faster, but youe smile growing so wide your face begins to hurt.

He recovers the item quickly and mentally kicks himself for ruining the vibe like the complete goof he actually is.

But it’s clear what’s going on.

It’s barely made visible by the moonlight and the subtle glimmer of candles...

but there’s a small, velvet box in the palm of his hand.

Even though you’d already begun to expect it, you can’t help put both of your hands over your mouth in shock.

“Y/n, I’m gonna need your hands back, please.” He laughs, knowing his secret is out now.

“Because, you see… I have this ring…” He pauses,

“...and I kinda want you to wear it for the rest of your life.”

He gazes at you for a moment longer, soaking in your reaction.

“Please marry me, y/n!” The words fall out his mouth in the most Noya way.

It feels just like a movie.

Where the whole world ceases to spin and gravity releases its hold on the both of you for just a moment. 

Because you suddenly no longer feel anything but his touch. His gaze. His nearness.

You remove the shaky hand from your mouth and reach it out to him.

He wraps his fingers around your palm tenderly, carefully placing a simple, but beautiful diamond-studded engagement band on your ring finger.

Of course, you take a second to examine the ring... but your eyes slowly drift back to admire your real treasure.

Your eyes meet his again.

But this time, it’s not just your boyfriend.

This is your future husband.

And the pent-up energy is too much for Noya, so he moves on to what he does best:

He full-on tackles you in the biggest, most life-giving hug you’ve ever received.

You’re thrown back onto more blankets, your head guarded by his hand so it doesn’t touch the ground.

You’re both giggling and gasping for air from, the tears you just spilled leaving you breathless.

And you lay there, chest to chest, his head laying on your shoulder.

It takes a moment, but Nishinoya lets out one last sigh before shifting to lay down next to you.

In your eyes, he sees everything.

He sees endless opportunities. Countless journeys.

And he cannot wait to pursue all of it.

He does his best to express this with simple, but bold words,

“I can’t wait to explore every part of life with you.” His head tilting to face you, your fingers now interlocked with his.

Your heart is bursting, unable to contain the joy you’re experiencing…

Yet all you can say is, 

“Yes… me too, Noya. I love you so much.”

---

tags:  @cherryonigiri

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[ratedbangtann]

𝐌𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐥 | 𝙏𝙖𝙚𝙝𝙮𝙪𝙣𝙜 𝙭 𝙅𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙠𝙤𝙤𝙠

𝙹𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚔𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚢. 𝙰𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝, 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚊𝚎𝚑𝚢𝚞𝚗𝚐...

                                    Pairing: Taehyung/Jungkook Word count: 4.1k Warnings: homosexual, m+m, memberxmember, taekook, first time, anal sex, little preparation, oral sex 

a/n: this was one of the first m+m au i wrote like... ages ago. be kind lmao.

                                Jungkook had been working as an intern at a modelling agency for the past 3 months or so, shadowing some of the photographers, editing some of the shoots. Photography was his passion. He found it so fulfilling to photograph beautiful things, beautiful people...

He wanted to immortalise the beauty forever, hence why he chose photography. He wanted to start his own business, but in order to do that, he needed the experience. An internship was the best way into the business. But he was getting bored. He wanted to do a shoot. It wasn't enough to just watch from behind the scenes and edit other people's work.

And then, there was Kim Taehyung; the most prestigious model at the agency. He has modelled for some of the most famous brands across the world. Gucci, Fendi, Givenchy... His fame was something most models could only dream of. Jungkook had been behind the scenes at one of his magazine shoots before; a simple piece for a travel magazine. He'd been told to hold the light reflector. That was it.

Jungkook was getting frustrated, wanting to create his own art.

Finally, the day came.

"Jungkook, I need your help," his boss practically ran to his desk, hanging over the wall of his cubicle as he was editing a set of photos for some kids magazine.

"Sir?" he looked up from his screen to see his boss profusely sweating, eyes wide and frantic.

"My top photographer is stuck in Bali and can't get a flight in until tomorrow evening. I need you to take his place and photograph Taehyung for his personal fashion blog this evening." Jungkook's heart beat so fast at those words. FINALLY he was getting to do his own shoot. And with their top model? This was huge.

"He's very relaxed on his personal shoots and he'll be able to tell you exactly what he wants from your photos. If you do a good job, I'll make sure you'll be put on more photography jobs. I'll email you the details." And with that, his boss scurried off again.

'Time to show them I'm more than a spare part,' Jungkook thought to himself.

That evening, Jungkook made his way to the address his boss had given him with his camera bag in hand. He stood outside a large apartment complex in the richest part of Seoul.

It was a little intimidating, but his boss said that Taehyung was laid back about this kind of shoot, right? So he made his way up to the front door, pressing the buzzer for the number he'd been given.

"Yeah?" said a deep voice through the intercom.

"Uh, Mr Kim? I'm Jungkook; your photographer for the evening." He sounded nervous, and he knew it. This was his chance to prove himself, with the agency's biggest client.

"Oh sure, come on up." There was a loud buzz, and Jungkook pulled on the door open and made his way to the elevator. The apartment was on the third floor, and one of 6 doors on the floor. Jungkook knocked on Taehyung's, and waited.

Taehyung opened his door wearing a matching white shirt and trousers with thin black outline detail on. Jungkook understood why he had a fashion blog.

"Just one sec," he turned and picked up a baby blue coat from his coat rack just inside his door and stepped out, shutting the door behind him.

"Where are we going?" Jungkook asked. He thought the shoot would be done in his apartment.

"The roof. The blog post is about summer evening wear, so I wanna get the sunset in the background, the city... know what I mean?" Taehyung was very calm and collected.

Jungkook's boss had been right; he knew exactly what he wanted. He wasn't playing around. He barely paid any mind to Jungkook as they got into the elevator he'd just popped out of and climbing the remaining floors to the rooftop.

The city looked beautiful in this light, and Jungkook couldn't wait to immortalise this particular sunset, along with the other beautiful view; Taehyung.

"Okay, Mr Kim. What kind of thing are you looking for?" Kook asked as he assembled the lense on his camera, setting up.

"Rooftop, outfit, sunset. Other than that, have fun. I trust you, Jungkook." Taehyung smiled at the younger, noticing how his cheeks were a little flushed, his tongue cutely sticking out of his mouth as he fiddled with lenses and camera settings.

Tae had noticed Jungkook around the offices and in the background at shoots. He was cute, but Tae could tell he was getting bored of his little background jobs.

He liked the look of the intern. His style and his demeanour just told Tae he was an artist. He wanted to put him to the test, which is why of all the photographers in the office, he requested Jungkook to replace his usual photographer whilst he was stuck abroad. Jungkook intrigued Tae. The younger seemed like a little puppy dog to him, wanting to learn and play with the big boys. He found him adorable; definitely his type.

Not that Jungkook was that way inclined, or had any idea of Taehyung's little fascination.

"Okay, I'm ready when you are Mr. Kim," Jungkook stood up from his crouching position over his bag and stepped forward towards the edge of the roof. He shot a few snaps of Taehyung as he looked out at the view, then turned around to look into the camera.

"You look great, Mr Kim," said Jungkook behind the lense, snapping a few more. Taehyung looked past the camera at the view behind Jungkook, giving that far off look of wonder that was typical of modelling.

"Can I see what you have so far?" Tae asked.

"Of course, sir," Jungkook stepped towards him, Taehyung joining him to look at the little LCD screen.

"You can just called me Taehyung. Or Tae, if you prefer. Mr Kim sounds like I'm your boss, when really, we're just working together." Jungkook smiled at him politely, passing the camera to Tae.

"Wow, these are really great. You've really put your own spin on the lighting settings and stuff."

"Thank you, Mr Ki- sorry... Taehyung."

"I think we're done then." Taehyung handed the camera back to Jungkook, and he started to dismantle the lenses and pack them all away. "Say, Jungkook... would you like to stay for a drink? It seems you're quite an artist. I'd like to see more of your work, get to know you a little bit. I like to be friends with the photographers from the agency."

"Uh... yeah okay, why not?" Jungkook picked up his bag and followed Taehyung back down to his apartment, this time, being invited in. As soon as he stepped in, Jungkook was mesmerised.

The interior was stunning. Very minimalistic, very modern. He wanted to photograph the apartment itself.

"This is impressive, Taehyung... I'd love to live in a place like this," Jungkook looked around, his jaw hanging down in amazement. Taehyung chuckled to himself.

"Yeah, I guess it's nice. All those Gucci shoots paid for it. Gets lonely though." Taehyung walked past Jungkook and made his way toward the large black marble and mahogany kitchen to pour both men a drink.

"Make yourself comfortable, Jungkook," he welcomes as he picked out two bottles of Soju from his refrigerator. Jungkook sat down on the large couch, taking in the size and beauty of the place. Taehyung joined him and handed him his bottle. The two of them clinked their bottles together, and took a sip.

Taehyung couldn't tear his eyes away from the younger, watching as he lifted the bottle to his pink lips, as his adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, as his eyes closed shut when he sipped the chilled booze. The young man was so beautiful to him.

His intrigue had sparked long ago, but now he was in front of him, drinking alcohol on his couch, it was growing by the second. Taehyung wanted to know more about him. Everything, in fact. He wanted to know absolutely everything about Jeon Jungkook.

"So, how are you finding life at the agency?" Taehyung sparked a conversation, wanting to hear all about Jungkook and his passion. Jungkook took another sip of soju before he answered.

"It's good experience, and there's a lot of trust in me to edit photographs. I just get a little frustrated that I don't get a chance to show off my own photography. Today was the first time my camera has seen any action, and that's by sheer chance thanks to your regular guy getting stuck in Bali." Jungkook sighed to himself.

Taehyung knew of course that it wasn't sheer chance, that he had in fact requested Jungkook be his replacement. He could have asked for any one of the photographers at the agency, but he wanted him. Jungkook was his own little obsession, and yet, he knew nothing about him.

"Well, today can only help. I love the pictures you took. I'll make sure your boss knows it," he smiled at the younger, taking another sip.

"Thank you, sir," ever respectful Jungkook thanked Tae.

"Please, just Tae," he smiled.

"Sorry..." Jungkook chuckles to himself, taking another sip, "I just have a lot of respect for you. You're extremely successful, and the way you present yourself and carry yourself is just... how could I not respect you, yknow?" he gushed. Taehyung was thrilled by the idea of Jungkook noticing him enough to see him like that.

"That's sweet, thank you," he gushed. "So tell me about yourself; Kookie." Jungkook looked up, smiling a little at the nickname.

"I haven't been called that in a long time," he chuckled. "Well, I'm 20, from Busan. I moved here a year ago with my girlfriend at the time, but she left me. Said I was spending too much time at work. That was the whole reason we moved here in the first place, though. I think she met someone else. Anyway..." Jungkook talked a little more about himself, Taehyung listening attentively.

But of course, he couldn't help but linger on the fact that he had a girlfriend. He was straight. Not ideal...

"What about you though? How did you get into this life?" Jungkook was genuinely interested in Tae. He seemed like a nice guy, and it'd be nice to have a friend in his life.

The pair talked for hours. They played some music and just got to know each other.

And drank.

A lot.

Taehyung went to grab another bottle of soju for them both. As he collapsed down onto the couch, bouncing into the cushions, he ended up closer to Jungkook, his thigh touching the younger's. He rested his head on his shoulder, sighing.

"Y'know what I hate about this model crap? It's so god damn lonely," Taehyung spilled. "This apartment... it's so BIG. And it's just me."

"Small apartments aren't any better," Jungkook argued childishly. He burped before continuing, "I'm alone too. Sucks." He took another sip of Soju, resting his head on Tae's. He burped again, and Tae giggled at him like a little girl with a crush.

"You're cute, Kookie," he looked up at the younger boy, his face flushed from the alcohol in his system. "Damn, you're pretty. You should be the other side of the camera."

Jungkook laughed. He'd never seen himself as remotely attractive.

"You must really be drunk," he sat up, placing his bottle on the coffee table. Taehyung sat forward too, looking at Jungkook as if he'd been hurt by what he said.

"You're a good looking guy, Kookie," he said softly. "I think so anyway..." Tae put his bottle down and started playing anxiously with his fingers. He didn't want to look up at Jungkook in case he saw right through him...

"Says the Gucci model," Kook scoffed.

"I don't say things I don't mean, Jungkook." Tae looked up at him, their eyes locking onto each other's for a moment. Whether it was the soju pumping through his blood or his mini obsession rising to the surface, Taehyung couldn't help himself.

He leaned forward, touching his lips to Jungkook's. He let it happen, kissing him back for a moment before he pushed Tae away.

"Uh...you're drunk, sir. And I'm... I'm not gay," he stuttered, nerves taking hold of him. Tae stared at him, mortified.

The more Tae stared at him, the more he stared back, taking in all of his features; his perfectly tan skin, his beautiful eyes, his cute little nose, and his lips... parted slightly and frozen in fear like the rest of him. They were so pink, and more plump than most.

He didn't understand why, but Jungkook leaned forward again, his lips connecting back to Taehyung's. The older man tilted his head to the side, hoping to encourage some kind of movement from Jungkook.

Kook had no idea what he was doing or why. Something about him was overpoweringly sexy? The fact he was actually interested in Jungkook? The fact that Jungkook was lonely? Maybe he just... liked it?

He moved his lips against Tae's experimenting a little. Whatever he was doing, it was working for him. This kiss was like nothing he had ever experienced before...

Taehyung couldn't control himself, lifting a hand and placing it on Kook's neck, pulling him just a little bit closer... He bit his lip a little; just enough to show Jungkook he was loving the way his lips felt.

The kiss came to a natural end, the two pulling away feeling a little dazed. Taehyung didn't move his hand, out of fear that Jungkook would suddenly disappear from in front of him.

"I-I'm not gay," Jungkook repeated, almost trying to convince himself.

"You don't have to be to like it," Tae replied. Jungkook swallowed hard, his nerves getting the best of him.

"Why did I like it so much?" he asked, his voice cracking a little, his eyes searching Tae's for an answer, but he didn't find anything. Just fear. Taehyung was terrified.

Jungkook panicked, his eyes wide and cheeks more flushed than before. He needed to know for sure. Did he really like kissing Taehyung?

He launched forward, his lips practically attacking Tae's this time. Tae fell back, but Jungkook just took advantage of his new position and hovered over him, slowly but passionately moulding his lips to Tae's.

Tae moaned into the kiss. He hadn't felt this close to someone in so long, and Kook's sudden dominance paired with his exceptional kissing technique was turning him on. So much so, he felt his pants tightening a little. He didn't want to frighten the poor guy away, but god, he couldn't help himself...

Tae's hands wandered underneath Kook's t-shirt, the first skin on skin contact he'd had with another man in so long. His fingers felt like they were on fire, igniting so many urges within him. Jungkook started to kiss Tae's neck sloppily leaving little wet spots all over.

"What...am I... doing?" he said between kisses. His confusion was obvious and yet, he didn't stop.

"Whatever comes... naturally," Tae said breathlessly.

"Shit, please don't stop Kookie. It feels so nice." Jungkook kept kissing Tae's neck.

"I don't intend to stop, Mr Kim."

Jungkook didn't understand what he was doing or why, but it wasn't going to stop him. He was enjoying himself too much. He was enjoying Taehyung too much.

Tae's hands ran along Kook's chest underneath his shirt, desperately trying to get as much contact as possible. Kook moaned against Tae's mouth, and Tae took the opportunity to slip his tongue past Kook's lips, stepping their kiss up a little.

Jungkook found himself grinding his hips down onto Tae's, the pure lust taking over. He couldn't help his erection from growing, straining against the jeans he was wearing. As he lowered his hips, Tae's bucked up, his own bulge meeting Kook's. The pair groaned in unison, the feeling overwhelmingly arousing.

"W-will you touch me, Tae? Please..." Jungkook asked, sounding like a little boy asking for candy.

"You really want this?" Tae asked. He had to be sure.

Jungkook nodded, whining a little. That was all Tae needed. He sat up and pushed Jungkook down on the couch next to him.

"If you want me to stop, tell me," he assured, before lifting his t-shirt slightly, and lowering his lips to Kook's stomach. Jungkook's eyes squeezed shut, loving the way Tae's tongue and lips felt on his skin; so warm and wet.

Tae kept kissing and sucking at the skin as he undid Jungkook's trousers, pulling them down to reveal some light blue boxer shorts with a rather large bulge protruding through the material. Tae let his kisses come down to Jungkook's thighs, worshipping them.

Jungkook found himself wrapping his hand in Tae's hair, guiding him closer and closer to his growing problem.

"Please, Tae... it hurts," Jungkook whined. Tae couldn't be the cause of his discomfort anymore.

He pulled Kook's boxers down by the waist band, his length springing free and resting on his stomach. Tae kissed his way up the inside of Kook's thigh, slowly making his way up until his lips rested on the head of Kook's cock. Jungkook moaned aloud, his head falling back onto the couch cushion and eyes squeezing shut.

Tae started to kitten lick the tip, tasting the little beads of precum that were already appearing. With no warning, Tae licked a strip down his length. Jungkook sat up straight, looking down at Tae as he took him in his mouth completely, bobbing his head.

"Oh, shit..." he moaned. No girl had ever made him feel so good. He guessed guys knew what guys liked. He couldn't believe he was in this situation. But he didn't want it to end either.

Tae decided to push his limits a little, and sat up to meet Jungkook's gaze. He placed one of his fingers on the younger's lips, and slowly slipped them into his mouth, wanting him to suck on them. He kept eye contact the whole time, his dominant and controlling side revealing itself.

Once his fingers were coated, he pulled Jungkook's hips towards him more, and circled his fingers around his hole. Jungkook was nervous. He'd never had anything in... there. But for some reason, he trusted Tae.

Gently, Tae pushed a finger into him, stretching him a little. Jungkook groaned; it felt so good. Tae pushes his finger in and out a few times before adding another finger. A few more times, and he added a third.

"F-fuck, Tae..."

"Are you okay?" Tae was concerned, hoping he wasn't hurting the younger man.

"It feels... so fucking good. I want more, Tae. Please," he begged as he bucked his hips into Tae's fingers. Jungkook reached to Tae's pants, frantically undoing the button and zipper, watching them slide down his thighs. He pulled his boxers down, freeing Tae's cock.

"Oh, you want this, do you?" Tae smirked as he wrapped his free hand around himself, pumping a few times.

"I wanna know what it feels like, Tae." His words turned him on so much, knowing he was about to fill Jungkook for the first time. He held his palm out in front of Kook's face.

"Spit, Kookie," he instructed. Jungkook obliged, and Tae covered his cock in it, hoping to make this a little easier on Kook in the absence of real lubricant. He positioned himself at his entrance, lifting Kook's hips up a little to get the perfect angle. And then he pushed into him, slowly, stretching him more than before.

Tae hissed through his teeth, finally feeling the pleasure he'd wanted for so long. Kookie was so tight around him, clenching at the unfamiliar feeling and making Tae throw his head back in pure fucking bliss.

"Oh, Kookie... fuck. Are you okay?" he hovered over the younger, his eyes searching for any sign of regret in Jungkook's face. He found none.

"Uh, you feel so good Tae," he wrapped his hand around himself, slowly pumping his shaft as Tae started to push in and out of him. Once Kookie was used to the feeling, he picked up his pace, thrusting deeper into him and hitting his prostate.

"Oh fuck," he cried out, feeling himself get closer and closer.... but he wasn't ready. He wanted to know how it felt to be inside Tae. He wanted to take over.

Without warning he pushed Tae away from him. He fell back, his hands stopping him from falling off the edge of the couch.

"Kookie, a-are you o-" he wasn't given the chance to finish as Jungkook smashed his lips against Tae's with such ferocity, it would have been no surprise to see them swollen and bruised a little while later.

"I want the chance to fuck you too, Tae," he growled, flipping Tae over onto his stomach, his face burying into the armrest. Jungkook wasted no time in spitting into his own palm and coating his cock, readying himself for Tae.

He didn't bother to start with his fingers. Tae had done this before, and he was lubricated enough to cause very little pain to the older man. He pushed into him, burying himself in Tae and feeling his tight walls around his cock.

"Shit, Kookie... you're...so big. Fuck it feels good... Fuck me," he begged. Jungkook obliged, thrusting into him hard and fast, pushing Tae's face into the fabric of the couch with each thrust.

Jungkook leaned over as he fucked Tae, kissing his neck, pulling the shirt off his back and kissing his bare skin. He held onto Tae by the shoulders, fucking into him harder. His nails dug into his back, dragging down the skin leaving bright red, angry marks.

The pain felt so good to Tae. He loved it. He moaned like such a slutty little man, letting the feeling and the euphoria take him over.

"Kookie, I'm gonna cum," he warned.

"Hold on, baby. I'm close... just hold on." Jungkook kept scratching at Tae's back, the only way of steadying himself at that moment and keeping Tae in place.

With a few more thrusts, Jungkook was seconds away from his high. He quickly pulled out of Tae, pushing him onto his back and straddling his thighs. The pair of them pumped themselves, wanting to cum together.

Jungkook leaned down, attaching his lips to Tae's again. Jungkook couldn't hold on anymore, his orgasm shaking him to his core. He shot his load onto Tae; his hand that was pumping himself, his stomach, chest... He hadn't cum so hard in so long. The noises that erupted from his mouth onto Tae's lips were ungodly, and sent shockwaves through Tae.

With a whimper and a throaty groan, Tae found himself cumming too, oozing onto his own stomach and Jungkook's too. His limbs shook with pleasure, leaving him utterly breathless.Jungkook let himself lay on Tae, not caring about the sticky mess they'd both created. His head rested on his chest as they both regained a normal breathing pattern.

"Damn, that was... I never thought I'd..." Kookie was speechless, at a loss for words.

"Don't read too much into it. For now, you liked it. You don't have to be gay," Tae said, trying to be helpful but upsetting himself in the process. He wanted Jungkook to want him. Not just when he's drunk, or just because he fancies some gay sex every so often. His little obsession was proving to be more than that, and he wished that Jungkook would want the same.

"You're cute, Tae," he giggled. "And I guess... I just never thought about it. I always found you attractive, but you're a model. I thought I was supposed to find you attractive... We, um... we can see what happens if you like?" He looked up at Tae nervously, thinking that maybe Tae was only looking for company for one night, and that he was already too emotionally attached to the guy he had his first gay sexual encounter with...

"Well, how about we start with breakfast tomorrow morning, hmm?" Tae smiled. He definitely wanted to "see what happens".

"Does that include me staying the night?" Jungkook smirked, a mischievous look on his face. Tae giggled.

"Yeah, I guess it does. But first... we should clean up. Time for a shower, I think," Tae sat up, readying himself to make his way to the bathroom.

"A shower sounds good..." Jungkook chased after Tae, spanking his bare behind as he walked.

"You're too cheeky, Jungkook..." Tae laughed as he slung an arm around the younger man's shoulders and walked with him to the bathroom so the two of them could shower.

Together...

#jungkook #taehyung #tae #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook #kookie #taekook #smut au #smut #bts au #member x member #m+m #homo #homosexual #gay #gay smut #first time

[juno-but-not-steel]

Tim Appreciation Week Day Four: AU

Fandom: The Magnus Archives

Pairing: Jontim

Word Count: 1555

Tim sighed as he looked out at the countryside rushing past. He was on his way to visit his brother Danny, who had moved up to Edinburgh last year. The hypnotic pattern of the rolling green hills made him sleepy, so he turned his eyes away, and fixed them on the man sitting across from him.

He was probably around Tim’s age, but looked absolutely knackered. His clothes were dull shades of brown and green, and they hung loose on his too thin frame. His green eyes would have been striking, if not for the haze that clouded them and the deep bags that made them appear sunken. His shoulder length hair was tangled and streaked with grey, pulled losely back at the nape of his neck. Tim shouldn’t have been attracted to this rat of a man, but somehow was.

He got out his phone, plugged in his headphones, and put his music on shuffle. He opened the message app to text Danny.

Tim: On my way!

Danny: Great! Can’t wait to see you!

Tim: Rides pretty boring. There’s this kind of cute guy sitting across from me tho

Danny: Ooo send a pic!

Tim attempted to sneakily take a picture, but the man seemed too involved to notice anything Tim did. He snapped a quick photo, trying to make it as flattering as possible, and sent it to Danny.

Danny: Kind of dumpster chique if you ask me, but you do you bro

Tim: Yeah, he is a little ratty lmao. Still, I think he’s cute.

Tim closed his phone and shoved it in his pocket, turning down the volume on his music. He turned to the window again, and let the rolling hills lull him to sleep.

Not half an hour could have passed before the train came to a screeching halt, jerking Tim awake.

“What the hell?” He groaned, blinking his eyes open.

The man across from him stayed quiet, but appeared just as annoyed as Tim.

“Passengers, please stay in your compartments,” a voice said over the loudspeaker. “The engine has failed, and it will take some time to fix it. Please stay out of the hallways as much as possible, and staff members will bring around food from the dining car.” The intercom clicked off, and they were left in silence.

Tim groaned and leaned his head on the window, pulling out his phone to text Danny.

“Shit, no service,” he muttered.

“You can use mine, if you need to,” the other man said. His voice was soft and low, and Tim found himself even more attracted to him. “I’ve got service.”

“Cheers,” Tim said as the man handed over his phone. He couldn’t stop himself from sneaking glances at him as he typed in Danny’s number.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Danny,” Tim said. “It’s Tim.”

“Hey! What’s up?”

“The train broke down, they’re saying it’ll take a while to fix.”

“Aw, that sucks man!”

“Yeah, and I don’t have any service, either,” Tim sighed. “So, if you need to get a hold of me, call this number.”

“Yeah, who’s phone is this anyways?”

Tim glanced at the man across from him. He was staring out at the countryside, completely oblivious. “It’s my compartment mate’s.”

“Ooo, that cute guy you were telling me about?” Danny teased, and Tim could hear him laughing. He snickered a bit too.

“Yep, that’s the one. Gotta go now, bye!” Tim hung up as Danny protested. He chuckled as he handed back the phone.

“Thanks,” the guy mumbled.

They sat in silence for a few minutes, but Tim quickly got bored.

“What’s your name?” He asked.

“Sorry?”

“Your name. What is it? We’re gonna be here for a while, might as well get to know each other,” He added.

“Jon,” the man said, and turned back to the window.

“I’m Tim.”

“I know. I heard you say on the phone.”

Tim snorted. This obviously wasn’t going anywhere. He plugged his headphones back in and just sat, listening to his music. Eventually, a staff member came around with food for them. A salad and roll each. Tim ate his ravenously, but Jon barely touched his, just pushing it around with his fork. He frowned, and opened his mouth to say something, but decided against it. It wasn’t any of his business if Jon had poor eating habits.

Hours passed, the sun started to sink, and the voice came on the intercom again.

“This is taking us longer than expected. Luckily, this train is used for overnight journeys, so you will find that your seats fold out into cots. So sorry for the inconvenience, hopefully we will be running again soon.”

Tim sighed, and went about converting his seat into a small, hard pull out cot, and layed down. Jon was still staring out the window.

“Did you hear the guy on the loudspeaker?”

“Hm?” Jon hummed absentmindedly and turned slowly to look at Tim. His green eyes were quite striking, even with the dark bags, Tim thought.

“Your seat turns into a cot.”

“Oh, that’s convenient.”

Tim turned his eyes to the ceiling, and heard Jon shuffling around across the small room. A few minutes passed, and Jon made a small, embarrassed cough.

“Could you help me? I can’t seem to figure it out.”

Tim stood up, humming in assent, and walked over to Jon. He was standing right in front of the latch, but didn’t seem to realize.

Tim was about a foot away from Jon, and realized that he was at least six inches taller than the other man. Jon looked up at Tim, slightly confused, and the latter could see flecks of gold in Jon’s green eyes. Tim’s eyes drifted down to his lips, almost unconsciously, and he just barely stopped himself from kissing Jon. That was really too forward, even for Tim.

“So, are you going to help me, or just stand there?” Jon was blushing.

“Oh, right. Sorry,” Tim could feel his own blush creep up his neck and spread across his face. “You’re standing in front of the mechanism.”

Jon mumbled an apology and stepped out of the way, head down. Tim reached under the seat and pulled the lever, converting the seat into an exact copy of his cot. Tim awkwardly walked back over to his side, and Jon sat down across from him again.

“You really should eat something,” Tim said, and then cursed himself internally. Why was he so worried?

“‘M not hungry,” Jon muttered.

“Suit yourself,” considered Tim, who went back to staring at the ceiling.

Night fell and the moon rose, sending silver rays of light through the window of the compartment. Tim found himself staring at Jon’s sleeping form in the soft light.

The moonlight softened his features that were so pinched during his waking hours, and he looked so peaceful. The grey streaks were illuminated in his tangled hair, and Tim found himself wondering what it would be like to run his fingers through that mess, smoothing it out till it flowed like silk. He clenched his jaw and turned away.

He barely knew Jon. He could count the number of words they exchanged on his hands. He most likely didn’t like guys, Tim didn’t have luck that good. And yet…

The room went dark as a huge cloud covered the moon, plunging Tim’s vision into almost complete blackness. A thunderstrike boomed, so loud it rattled the luggage rack above the window. Tim thought he saw Jon flinch, but couldn’t be sure.

Rain came down in sheets, pinging off of the metal roof of the train. Tim grumbled, it was way too loud for him to sleep. A bolt of lightning lit up the small compartment, followed by an even louder thunderbolt that Tim felt in his bones. This time, Jon definitely flinched. Tim turned to look at Jon, who was sat up, curled into the corner with his face buried in his knees.

“Jon?” Tim asked softly.

Jon lifted his head, eyes open and locked on Tim. His face was stained with tearstained, but he made no sound.

“Are you okay?”

Jon laughed dryly. “Is that supposed to be a joke?” He rasped.

“Do you want a hug, or something?” Tim asked, unsure. He never was good at comforting people.

Jon stayed quiet for a second, and Tim was about to rescind his offer with a snide comment, when Jon sniffed and nodded. Tim stood up, and went to sit next to Jon, pulling him into his side.

Jon snuggled into Tim’s side, resting his head on Tim’s shoulder.

“Thank you,” Jon whispered quietly. “It’s hard for me to accept help, but thank you.”

Tim smiled down at him. “Of course. I love a good cuddle.”

Jon chuckled, and stilled. Tim was just about to fall asleep, when he piped up again.

“Tim?”

“Yeah, Jon?”

Jon was silent for so long, that Tim almost fell back to sleep.

“When we get to Edinburgh, do you want to get coffee with me?”

Tim started, and thought he was dreaming at first. He looked down at Jon, who was looking back up at him, eyes wide and hopeful.

Tim smiled. “I would love that.”

“Great,” Jon said, muffled by oncoming sleep. “I look forward to it.”

Tim didn’t answer, however, because he was already asleep.

Sorry these are all a day off, I missed one day and it’s all off balance now. Gonna try and fix it today :)

#the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #tma podcast #timappreciationweek #timothy stoker #tma tim #tim stoker #jontim

[softyoongiionly]

Fear and Dumplings: Chapter Twelve

Confronting your fears for a final grade sounds unappealing but, with Yoongi as your partner, things might not be so bad.

Summary: You’re in your final semester at University when your Abnormal Psychology professor assigns you a partnered project surrounding your greatest fears. Lucky for you, your partner just so happens to be a cute boy named Min Yoongi.

Pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader

Genre: Underground Rapper! Yoongi, Soft!!! Yoongi, Fluff!!!, some moderate angst (later), smut (later later), slow-ish? burn.

Word Count: 7.1k 

A/N: Friends...this was ALOT. I didn’t edit it too much cause I was so excited to get it out to you so, please forgive any typos. I hope you like it!

Warnings for this Chapter: language, smut, mentions of anxiety/ insecurity, DID I MENTION THERE WAS SMUT OH MY GOD IM ON FIRE

Warnings for the Fic: mentions characters confronting their fears, characters in uncomfortable situations, emotional moments between characters, mentions of bad parenting, explicit language throughout the fic, moderate angst, and very explicit smut later in the story.

Chapter 12: Pain and Pillow Talk

“Did you talk to him?”

Yoongi shifts on the lawn chair, gnawing on his bottom lip. He looks nervous.

“Uh…yeah I did. I hope that’s ok, I know it wasn’t really my place, I just…”

Your brows furrow as you place a hand on his thigh, the arm rests from your chairs touching one another.

“Whatever you guys talked about, must have worked. I walked by the bedroom after I went pee and, I heard noises that I could have lived the rest of my life without hearing.” You laugh and, Yoongi’s posture softens, chuckling along with you. His hand moves to rest on top of yours, nimble fingers curling under your own.

Yoongi cat eyes flit to yours, a nervous smile pulling at the corner of his mouth, “Jungkook and I, share the same…uh situation.”

“Do you have a crush on Jimin too? Cause seriously, if you do, I won’t be mad, just know that half of this city has a crush on him so, the competition might be a little rough.”

You smirk, eyes holding his, biting your lip in an attempt to reign in your laughter. Yoongi snorts, relaxing further as he shakes his head.

“No, I’m a little preoccupied with another crush I’ve been dealing with, thank you very much,” He answers quickly, eyes narrowed and accusing as they point directly at you. His answer makes you want to kiss him. Although, most things he does make you want to kiss him. “But uh…Jungkook and I both like…everyone, regardless of, gender or…anything like that…”

You throw your teasing smile out of the window, eyes softening as you squeeze his hand gently. It touched you that Yoongi felt comfortable enough with you to discuss his sexuality and, you wanted to ensure that you handled the information with respect.

“I’m really happy you decided to share this with me, it means a lot. Thank you.” You lean over to kiss his cheek and, the soft skin quickly heats up at the brush of your lips.

Yoongi looks slightly confused, his eyes narrowing again as he regards you carefully.

“What?” You giggle under his gaze, your fingers interlacing with his, shaking his hand lightly.

“You don’t think it’s like…weird or anything?”

“Weird? Of course not. First of all, your sexuality is 100% valid, 100% of the time and, there is nothing to be weirded out by. Second of all, my two childhood best friends are currently having sex upstairs so; my ability to be shocked is kind of lost to me right now.”

Yoongi smiles then, a chuckle breaking past his lips as he nods, “That’s fair. Well…thank you, for being cool about it. I’ve usually had to do more explaining in the past or, sometimes, people aren’t as uh…cool about it.”

There is some pain in his eyes as he finishes his sentence but, you refrain from pointing it out, choosing instead to squeeze his hand again.

“You can talk to me about it as much as you want but, only if you want to. I’m always here either way…” You assure him and, Yoongi leans in suddenly, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You smile into it, leaning against him before he pulls away, his eyes containing a renewed softness.  

“Thank you…seriously.”

You’re still sort of smiling as he pulls away, nodding your head in acknowledgement, “You’re welcome.”

He smirks, looking at you for a moment before his hand comes up to scratch behind his neck. He directs his gaze towards the rest of the party that had yet to settle down.

Your phone vibrates in your pocket and, you move quickly to retrieve it from your pocket, hoping to receive some sort of update from your friends.

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Kookie and I are gonna stay at my place tonight, is that ok with you guys?

A smirk is on your lips as you see the text come through.

Guess the time they had in the bedroom wasn’t enough.

BROS FOR LYFE: It’s ok as long as you guys aren’t driving.

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): We’ll get an Uber, Mom, don’t worry.

BROS FOR LYFE: then, you’re good. Have fun ;)

BROS FOR LYFE: wait, where’s Tae? Aren’t you guys supposed to be driving back in the morning?

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): We saw him on the way out of the room; he was heading into another room with some girl.

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): They were making out, it was really gross.

Shaking your head, you respond, your brows rising

BROS FOR LYFE: I’ll call an Uber too

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Noooo Y/N just come with us, it’s ok, we can have them stop at your place first, or you can stay at mine

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): Or you can stay at yours…

You giggle at that, knowing damn well that staying under Jimin’s roof would be a bad idea.

BROS FOR LYFE: It’s ok guys, I’m still hanging out with Yoongi and, I don’t know when he’s planning on leaving. Also, I can take a hint Kook, I’ll find my own way tonight but, like, you two have fun. Just try and remember that Jimin’s neighbor is a sweet old woman named Helen who would probably have a heart attack if she heard what I heard earlier.

BROS FOR LYFE (Jungkook): lmao get rekt Helen

BROS FOR LYFE (JIMIN): Helen is a freak Y/N, she’s hit on me ever since I moved in.

“Everything ok?” Yoongi’s looking at you curiously, smirking as he notices you giggling to yourself.

You bring your attention to his; still laughing lightly as you nod to your phone, “My friends are abandoning me…”

“Wait why?” Yoongi chuckles, eyes darting to the upstairs bedroom momentarily. “Did they not…finish up yet?”

“Apparently not. Tae was our DD but, he’s upstairs too…doing god knows what.”

Yoongi shakes his head, smirking in disbelief before he brings his gaze back to yours, a slight hint of nervousness appearing in his chocolate eyes. “I can take you home, or you can…stay at mine, we live really close. It’s up to you…”

A smile finds your lips, giddiness swirling in your chest as you cock your head, trying to play it cool.

“Do you want me to stay the night Yoongi?” Your tone shifts lower to tease him, your knee nudging against his causing him to roll his eyes. Pink cheeks always give him away though and, you bite your lip, enjoying the affect you have on one another.

Pursing his lips, he smirks, trying to contain a much bigger smile. He’s still trying to play it cool too, even after everything that’s happened between the two of you.

“You can, if you want to.” He insists, almost defiantly, nudging your knee back.

“Do you have to wait till your friends leave?”

He shakes his head, eyes wandering over the rest of the backyard, which was still displaying dozens of party goers, “No, Namjoon and Hoseok drove separate, we followed each other here, cause I couldn’t remember where this place was…”

“Alright, you ready to go then? Or did you want to stay and hang out for a bit?”

Yoongi stomach does somersaults as he looks toward the door eagerly, his head shaking, “No, I’m ready….are you, staying with me? Or am I taking you home?”

You smile, starting to stand up, brushing your hands on your jeans before turning towards him, offering a hand to him, “I’ll stay with you,”

Yoongi’s stomach could have joined the Olympics at this point but, ever the cool guy, he tried his best to refrain from literally jumping for joy.

He smiles  ( :] ) taking your hand, interlacing your fingers with his as he lets you lead him out of the party.

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“You came on a good night,” Yoongi explains, as he’s unlocking his front door, smirking slightly as he turns back to you, the door cracking open. “Normally, this place is a disaster but, Hoseok had a girl over the other night and, actually decided to clean up for once.”

You giggle, nodding in understanding as Yoongi leads the two of you inside, “Is he the messy one?”

Yoongi snorts, nodding, “Yes, in more ways than one…”

You snicker, stepping through the threshold, your eyes scanning your surroundings. The house was pretty nice. The walls were painted white and littered with various photos full of the three men who lived in the house and, what you assumed was their families. As the two of you walk passed the front hall, you enter the living room which displayed a giant flat screen and, a black U-shaped couch that essentially took up most of the room. To your left, Yoongi pointed out the kitchen, complete with modern appliances and barstools at the front of the island. You wondered how they ended up in such a nice house but, you decided it wasn’t really your place to ask but, it was certainly an upgrade from your tiny apartment.

“My room is over here but, you’re uh…welcome to sleep out here too if you feel more comfortable, it’s up to you.”

Yoongi sounded nervous, far more nervous than you’ve heard from him in a while. You turn towards him, smiling softly, taking his hand in yours, “As comfortable as the couch looks, I think I’d rather sleep in your room, with you, if that’s ok…”

He relaxes slightly but, only slightly, his furrowed brow smoothing out as he returns your smile, his fingers lacing with yours once again.

“It’s right down the hall here,” Yoongi gestures to a hallway that extends from the living room, still holding your hand as he leads the way. He’s eager as all hell but, to you, he seems relatively relaxed.

The thing is, Yoongi had never had anyone he liked in his room before. This was mainly due to the fact that the last real crush he had was in high school and, Yoongi was far too terrified to talk to him. So, as far as romance goes, Yoongi is like brand new in this department, he doesn’t know what he’s doing and, he’s really afraid he’s going to mess things up. The last person who slept in his bed was Hoseok and, even then, Yoongi never really developed feelings. For the longest time, Yoongi assumed he would end up alone. He was fine with that. Then, you came along and, quite frankly fucked him all the way up, both figuratively and literally (lmao). He’s really trying to take things slow but, it’s difficult when you keep doing and saying all the right things. Yoongi feels comfortable messing around and, pretending like everything is SUPER CHILL but, deep down, he’s desperately trying to suppress the fact that he’s falling for you. Hard.

He opens the door to his bedroom, ushering you inside, hoping to god that you can’t hear how fast his heart his beating. You smile as soon as he turns the light on, revealing the room to you. The first thing you notice is the smell, clean laundry, you weren’t sure if his detergent was just potent or if he had an air freshener somewhere but, either way, his room smelled amazing. He steps in behind you closing his door softly, biting his lip as he watches you scan the room. Yoongi’s room is tidy, everything in it’s place. Black shelving adorns his walls, holding various photos and, sports memorabilia, his bed is covered in a fluffy black duvet that looked ridiculously inviting at the moment. A desk sits in the corner of the room, holding a big monitor and several synth pads and speakers. In front of the desk sits a computer chair that has a jersey hanging on the back, Agust D stitched into the material.

You turn back to Yoongi smiling, feeling his nervous energy, “Do you make music in here too?”

He nods, shifting in his stance slightly as he moves toward you, his eyes flitting to his desk, “Sometimes yeah, I can’t always afford studio time but, I have everything I need right here. It’s just better to work at the studio; they have all the equipment I prefer working with…”

You shuffle over to his desk, careful not to touch anything cause like, this is his passion and, if you broke something you would be mortified.  Fondness is practically screaming in your chest as you notice a few characters on Yoongi’s desk: some from cartoon shows, some from basketball teams.

“Did you make the beat that you rapped to?”

He nods again, moving to sit sort of awkwardly on the corner of his bed.

“Yeah it was a beat I had for a long time but, I kept toying with it until I finally got something I liked…”

Turning away from Yoongi’s desk, you move to set your purse on one of his nightstands.

“I really hope you keep at it, you’re so talented it’s insane. I’m surprised you haven’t put your stuff out there…”

He blushes, shying away from your compliment as he picks at the skin around his fingertips.

“Stop,” He chuckles, looking over at you, “…it’s just a stupid beat I made.”

Your eyes widen incredulously, “Yoongi…nothing about your music is stupid like, honestly you were so good. You’re definitely in the right field…you had me swooning over you and shit, it was embarrassing.” You giggle and, Yoongi’s brows raise, a smirk on his lips as he cocks his head.

“You were just checking me out the whole time? How do you know the music was even good then?” He teases, his heart swelling 2000 times bigger at your praise.

You chuck a pillow at him, giggling, “First of all, I check you out all the time so, that wouldn’t have affected my judgement, second of all, if you released a mixtape, I would be the first person to buy it and, that’s not just because I like you, it’s because, your song was that good.”

Yoongi chuckles, looking away from you for a moment, his eyes shifting around, trying to figure out his response, he sighs and then looks back you, a renewed sense of softness in his gaze,

“Thank you, that’s uh…that’s really kind of you to say.”

“You’re welcome…Agust D…” You break the slightest bit of tension, a smile on your face as you move to the button of your jeans, undoing them before starting to shimmy out of them. Yoongi snorts at your comment but, honestly, your praise renewed something in him that he hadn’t felt in a long time.

Maybe he would release his mixtape….

“I hate wearing jeans…” You mutter, brow furrowed as you struggle to tug them down your legs.

Yoongi feels another sensation stirring in his pants as he sees the lace of your underwear. Images of the last time the two of you were together playing on a loop in his head as he he looks away from you again, frustrated at how easily you could fluster him.

You managed to get your jeans off before slipping your bra out of your Team Jungkook t-shirt. The clothes were folded and set on the floor before you turn your attention back to Yoongi.

“Are you ok?” You prod gently, confused at why he was avoiding your gaze.

He sighs, nodding as he turns back to you, averting his gaze from your underwear, “I’m good I…I uh normally sleep in just my boxers, if that’s cool with you...”

“Yeah, of course…” You trail off, not convinced by his answer.

He’s nervous. You could feel it in the air of his bedroom, his tension radiating off of his body.

“Let me…uh,” He starts, trying to speak over the lump in his throat as he stands, pulling his jacket off before his finger pinch the neck of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. You’ve obviously seen Yoongi without his shirt on before but, there was something about it that really got you. He had a bit of a tummy and, you honestly had to resist the urge to pinch it. You busy yourself with pulling his duvet back, stealing a glance or too towards him in the process. He pulls down his jeans, bending down momentarily to collect his clothes off of the floor to throw them into his laundry basket.

“The remote is on the nightstand if you want to turn the TV on, I have Netflix…” He murmurs, padding over to his dresser to take his jewelry off.

Why is that attractive? Why are you still staring at him?

Turn the damn TV on…

“Should we finish the dragon documentary? That should put us right to sleep…” You joke, your thumb pressing on the power button of the remote.

Yoongi chuckles, turning towards you momentarily, “No.”

You laugh in return, his smile lingering on his mouth as he turns back around to finish what he’s doing.

“Your loss, dragons are the #1 sleeptime aid in the world…”

“Shut up.” He chuckles again, finally feeling himself relax as he turns back towards you.

Yoongi is going to die.

That’s it, that’s the final straw.

When he spots you, cozied up, underneath HIS duvet, on HIS bed, in HIS room, he literally feels his heart being assaulted in his chest. Your eyes are narrowed in concentration as you browse Netflix, not noticing Yoongi’s minor breakdown in the corner of the room. Subconsciously, you use your free hand to push back the duvet, inviting Yoongi to the spot next to you. He sighs, heart choking in his chest as he makes his way over to the bed, he pauses near the light switch, hesitating slightly, looking over at you.

“Is it ok if I turn the lights off? Or do you need them on?”

Yoongi sleeps in absolute darkness and, knows very well that, if he has to leave the lights on, he will probably have some serious trouble falling and staying asleep. However, he knew of one of your greatest fears and, he would rather deal with a sleepless night, than deal with you feeling afraid.

“Oh yeah, go ahead, I don’t sleep with the lights on, I just have some source of light, like my laptop or my TV or something….” You smile mid-sentence, your gaze moving to his, “Thank you though…”

Yoongi nods, returning your smile before flicking off the lights and, approaching the bed. There’s a stirring in your chest as he slides in beside you, heat radiating off of his body as he does. Yoongi feels his anxiety rising once again, unsure of how to deal with all of the feelings inside of him. He wants to hold you, of course he does but, he’s not sure how you feel about him. The two of you were having sex quite a bit, sex that was so good that it left an impression on him.

He knows you like him but, how much? What if you were just having fun?

What if you didn’t feel the same? What if he was just a good time to you? Were you like that? What if-oh…

You move towards him during his internal crisis, your body, soft and sweet smelling, tucks into his. He feels goosebumps form on his arms as your hair touches his bare chest, the annoying organ under his sternum asserting itself once again.

The increase in Yoongi’s heartrate didn’t go unnoticed. You felt it against your cheek as you snuggled into him, a soft smile on your lips. It was hard for you to understand why you affected Yoongi this way; he always seemed so calm and collected. You knew differently however, you knew he was always feeling more than he let on.

“Comfy?” You murmur to him, as your hand rubs gently against his ribs, attempting to reign in his nerves.

Yoongi is annoyed with himself, he doesn’t understand why he reacts so wildly to your touch.

“I…no…I’m sorry, I’m not…” He stutters, cursing himself for making this otherwise sweet moment, incredibly awkward.

Your heart sinks slightly and, you pull away from him, sitting cross legged in the center of the bed, eyes widened in surprise.

“Shit…I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted…I’m sorry I made you uncomfortable…” You amend, feeling your cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

Yoongi joins you in sitting up, his face twisted in discomfort, he reaches for you then, placing his hand on yours as he shakes his head.

“No…no, it’s not you, you didn’t do anything wrong, I’m just…fuck, I’m sorry…” He wipes a hand over his face and, his cheeks are on fire at this point. “You did nothing wrong, it’s my fault…I’m the one being awkward.”

You accept his hand, your head tilting curiously but, you stay silent, knowing he had more to say.

“I’m not normally like this…I,” He sighs, his free handing wiping over his face, “Everytime I’m around you, I feel like…this feeling about you and, I don’t know how to convey it or…ask for…I don’t know what do…shit, I’m sorry I can just take you home if you want, I understand if you don’t want to stay…”

Your brow furrows then, confusion evident on your features, “Yoongi, I don’t want to leave…just talk to me yeah? What’s going on?”

A breath comes out of his nose then, his chest flushing to match his cheeks, he’s fully embarrassed, he doesn’t even know what the fuck he is trying to say, let alone, how to say it.

“I’m not used to wanting to…do stuff… I guess, I’m sorry…I know its… “He cringes at his confession, regretting every single moment that has recently passed, wishing desperately that he was more casual, like Hoseok, or articulate, like Namjoon. But he wasn’t. He was Yoongi and, Yoongi had spent many years denying his own feelings thus, denying his own desires.

You smile then, everything becoming apparent, a relieved giggle passing your lips. The sound brings Yoongi’s gaze back to yours, his heart stalling momentarily.

“I would hope you still wanted to have sex with me, we’ve only been at it for the past week…” You attempt to joke with him, trying to lighten his mood and lessen his embarrassment.

“You don’t understand though, it’s every time we’re alone, my mind, sometimes, just goes straight to sex and, it feels wrong sometimes...like it’s inappropriate and, when you leave or, when I leave, all I can think about is you and…what we do together and, I’m turned on all the time, I feel like I’m in highs school again...it’s really distracting and, I feel like I’m being…gross” He agonizes, trying to understand why you’re so relaxed. 

“Yoongi,” You’re giggling again, scooting closer to him, “there’s nothing gross about wanting someone…I feel the same way about you.” 

His expression relaxes slightly, his eyes shifting around, “You do?” 

“Yes,” You scoot closer then, your knees touching his as your thumb soothes over his knuckles. 

“…I mean, every time we’ve done anything, it’s been because I came onto you so…” 

Yoongi’s face turns up then, his body relaxing further as he nods, “I guess you’re right about that but, it’s only because, I don’t know how to…ask for it? Or come onto you? Fuck…I sound ridiculous…” 

“Ok that’s it…” You mutter, pushing his hands to the side before nudging him back against his headboard and settling into his lap, your panties against his boxers. He gulps, biting his lip as you do, a smirk sort of playing on his mouth. “You are not ridiculous, or gross, or weird, or anything like that…I like you…” 

You kiss his lips then, so soft and sweet, “I want you…I think about you…” You place a kiss on his mouth between each dose of reassurance, your fingers lacing with his. “You don’t have to feel ashamed…” 

Yoongi’s breath is picking up slightly, his lips responding against yours, “I don’t want to feel ashamed…I just have so much going on inside my head sometimes…I don’t know what to do with it.” 

You nod, understanding very well what that’s like. Moving from his lips, you sit back on his lap, admiring the way he looks illuminated by the light of the TV. 

“With me…” You smile at him, your expression softening as the two of you regard one another, he can’t help but return your smile as he feels his anxiety slowly leaving him. “I want you to feel like you can talk to me ok? I know it isn’t easy and, shit gets complicated but, I really want to make you comfortable, this is all new to me too, I’m not expecting anything from you, I just like being with you...” 

Your words melt the remainder of Yoongi’s frigid fear, his heart singing in his chest as he pulls you closer against him, “I like being with you too...” 

Settling against the warmth of Yoongi’s bare skin, you wrap your hands behind his neck, leaning in to nudge your nose against his, “Cool, so we’re on the same page...” 

“I guess...” He mutters stubbornly but, his nervous energy is clearly diminishing as he leans into your lips, a renewed sense of playfulness in his eyes. 

“Kiss me you fool...” The dramatic flair in your voice would normally warrant an eye roll from Yoongi but, this time, he just shakes his head, a low chuckle rumbling between the two of you as he presses his lips against yours.  

He takes his time, kissing you slowly, his hands still on your hips, squeezing gently as he does. This time, kissing him felt different, you could feel how relaxed he was under your touch, his breath leaving his nose gently as you slide your hands up in his hair. Your nails scratch gently at his scalp whilst Yoongi slowly introduces his tongue to the kiss. You accept him graciously, letting yours play against his. The kiss is dirty, filthy even but, neither of you are rushed to further things along.  

Yoongi’s hands explore the skin over your hips, his fingertips admiring the softness, rubbing against your hips. You nudge his nose, nibbling on his bottom lip for a moment before, reconnecting once again. Yoongi’s hardening against you, his boxers stretching over him as he presses himself against your panties. You smirk into his lips knowingly but, say nothing, choosing instead to begin kissing into Yoongi’s neck.  

Nuzzling against his neck, you place a few whispery kisses against his skin, taking time to find the spot that makes him shiver the most. His breath hitches slightly as your lips reach the apex of his neck, near the beginning of his collar bone.  

“I...” He stutters out the syllable, an inquiry heavy on his tongue, his dick plumping further in his boxers. “Can you...bite me?”  

His voice is low, shaky but, certain, the rasp in his tone going straight to your clit. You nod, dragging your teeth gently against his neck, causing another shiver to run through him, his heart picking up in his chest.  

Testing the waters, you bite down on him gently, your lips suctioning against his skin. You feel his hips rise up slightly at your motions, his head lulling back against his headboard, providing you better access.  

“Harder...” He doesn’t ask this time, his dick fully erect against your panties, mouth agape.  

You smirk to yourself before giving him what he wants and, sinking your teeth into his skin. Not hard enough to draw blood but, pretty damn close. You suckle his sensitive skin into your mouth, laving against it with your tongue, knowing full well that your motions will leave a mark.  

“shit...wait...I…oh fuck...” Yoongi’s breathy voice, desperate and wanton, claws its way out of his chest, his hips stuttering beneath you, his hands clutching yours. His boxers were sticky against the inner parts of your thighs, the sensation causing you to pull back, alarmed. Yoongi lets out another breath, his head thrown back in pleasure, his cheeks dusty pink with embarrassment.

You bite your lip, watching him in disbelief, wrapping your brain around the fact that he had just cum from you biting his neck.

“Shit,  shit…I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t…” His breathless, his chocolate eyes widened in shock as he comes down from a pretty powerful orgasm. Yoongi is mortified and, quite sure that if you didn’t want to leave before, you would definitely want to leave now.

“Shhh…” You whisper, moving in towards his mouth, capturing his lips. Shaky breath escapes his nose as he cautiously kisses you back, his whole body feeling rather sensitive.

“I’m…I’m sorry, I’m really sorry…I don’t know what happened, I just felt your teeth and…” He’s stuttering at this point, his words swallowed against your kisses until you finally break away from him, giggling as you do. Your eyes hold all the fondness in the world as you bring your hands up to hold his cheeks.

“Why are you apologizing for cumming?”

“I…I don’t know, you didn’t finish or, we didn’t fu…” He trails off, narrowing his eyes at you, “See? You’re laughing at me, oh my god, I’m so fucking lame, please just leave me here to wither away and die…”

Your giggles grow in volume then as you try to resist the urge to pinch his cheeks that are now squish between your palms, “I’m not laughing at you... listen to me…”

Yoongi is full on pouting between your hands, his own hands bracing themselves against your hips, feeling slightly uncomfortable in his now, sticky boxers.

“You aren’t lame…” You assure him, a smile lingering on your lips, “you’re fucking hot and all we need to do is get you hard again but, we can’t do that if you wither away and die can we?”

Yoongi snorts his eyes shifting from side to side before finding yours again. He can feel himself plumping up at the mention of you getting him hard and, although he’s thoroughly embarrassed, he doesn’t doubt your ability to do so.

“No, we can’t…” He agrees, cat eyes peering deep into yours as he lets out another breath.

“I don’t want to hear you criticizing yourself anymore, understand?” The tone you use is firmer than normal and, Yoongi perks up at the sound of it, nodding eagerly in response. You smirk, your suspicions slowly being confirmed one by one. “Say it aloud…”

“I..I understand…” He breaths, eyes completely locked onto yours

“Good boy…” You whisper against his lips before pressing a gentle kiss to them

Yoongi feels his heart skip a beat at the nickname, his dick continuing to swell in his boxers.

He’s never recovered from an orgasm so fast but, the way you’re talking to him, the way you’re ordering him around, it’s doing something to him.

A smirk finds its way onto your lips, “You like that don’t you?”

He nods again, rendered speechless, he’s captivated, his embarrassment diminishing once again.

“Do you want to be my good boy Yoongi?” Still smirking, you take his lip between your teeth, the movement causing him to let out another, sharper breath, his body turning to puddy beneath you.

“Yes…” His voice is muffled by your teeth, his nipples hardening at the sound of your voice. It was still you but, something had shifted, you sounded so powerful, so sure, and so fucking sexy.

“I’ve had my suspicions about you…” You release his lip, hands releasing his face and moving to his hands that we’re now clutching on your hips. Lacing your hands with his, you bring them above his head, pinning them against his head board, pressing his skin into the wooden bars. Yoongi feels a whimper at the back of his throat, his neck stretching to watch the movement of your hands, gritting his teeth lightly.

“The night I dyed your hair, you whimpered when I tugged on it, when we fucked in your car, you gave yourself to me so willingly, the other night, you came so hard when I scratched you…” You’re listing out the bits of evidence and, Yoongi’s eyes close, overwhelmed by you, shaky breath escaping his nose. When he opens them, they’re black with desire, wide with submission, his gaze goes straight to your pussy. “…and now, you came just from me biting your neck…”

“I like pain…” He blurts out, his voice trembling but assured, dark eyes still staring into yours. There’s no shame in his explanation, his inhibition slowly shredding with each passing moment. “I know you do…” A giggle passes your lips as you press his wrists harder into the wooden bars.

“It makes me really hard…when I jack off, I dig my nails into my thigh, sometimes I choke myself too…bet you didn’t fucking know that did you?”

His challenging you, he knows it. He wants to rile you up, he wants to let go for once…

He wants to get fucked up.

For the moment, you’re speechless, not expecting Yoongi to be so forward. He was usually quiet, subdued, even shy when the two of you went at it. You had never seen the wild look currently in his eyes, you want more of it.

“ Doesn’t surprise me…” You counter glancing behind you, toward his closet, trying to figure out your next move. “ Do you have a tie or something?”

Yoongi smirks, knowing full well what you were thinking, “Are you planning on tying me up Y/N?”

The sound of your name sounds sinful on his plushy mouth and before you can answer, Yoongi speaks up again,

“The only way I’m letting you tie me up is if you use those panties you’re wearing, which I’m pretty sure are soaking wet by now…”

His request throws you for a moment and, your mouth falls agape momentarily, a detail that doesn’t go unnoticed by him and, this time his smirk grows, his head cocking to the side, eyes still taunting yours.

“Ask me nicely then and, you might get what you want…” Your breathing is growing slightly uneven. Yes, you were very comfortable fucking Yoongi into next week but, this, the way he was talking, was new territory for you.

He wasn’t wrong though, your panties were soaked…

“Y/N?” His eyes go wide with innocence now but, his tone is still taunting, “Will you please tie me up with your panties?”

Biting your lip, you snap, releasing his wrists before moving off of his lap, slipping off of your panties and, straddling his waist yet again.

“Wrists up…” You order and, he obliges, still smirking and, as you hold your panties on your fingers you return his smirk, leaning down momentarily, brushing your lips against his, “By the time I’m finished with you, you’re gonna be so fucked out that you won’t remember anything but, the way my pussy feels around you…”

Yoongi gulps, his smirk faltering as he opens his mouth, leaning up against your lips but, you don’t respond, choosing instead to pull away. He sighs at the loss of contact, obsidian eyes shooting up to where his wrists are, watching intently as you use your panties to tie him to his headboard.

You sit back on him, admiring the way his body looks, stretched out and vulnerable to you, his cheeks and chest flushed, his nipples hardened, his stomach trembling as you run your nails over his hips.

“You said you liked pain right?” You whisper, eyes sultry as they hold his, your fingers moving delicately over his skin.

He nods, hips rising slightly against your touch, his dick painfully hard in his boxers, “Yes…”

“How does this feel then?” You dig your nails into his pale skin, scratching hard over his hips, leaving aggravated ruby marks with your movements.

Yoongi throws his head back, a gasp leaving his lips, his eyes shutting tightly as he nods again, “Good…do it again please…”

You want to admonish him for demanding you but, you don’t want to discourage his newly found confidence so, instead, you oblige. Dragging your nails over his ribs this time, you press harder, scratching him all the way down to the band of his boxers. Yoongi shivers, his face turning up in a mix of agony and pure pleasure, a smile appearing on his lips.

“Holy…fucking shit…” He chuckles, his vision going hazy as he tries to focus on you, the sensations in his body overwhelming him. His lips are wet, his dark gaze flitting between your hands and your face, “I’m so hard right now…”

“I can feel that, you’re twitching around underneath me…” You quip, fingertips brushing over his clothed length, the motion causing him to jump slightly.

“I don’t think I can wait anymore…I feel like I’m gonna cum again and, I want to last for you…” He sounds slightly panicky, his breath picking up as you start to grind against his dick, your bare pussy pressing into his boxers. “Please…please fuck me…”

You bite your lip, smiling down at him, rolling your hips against him once again, a low whimper breaking past his swollen lips as you do.

“Do you think you’ve earned that Yoongi? Do you think you’ve earned my pussy?” You whisper, grinding against him again and, you can only imagine how raw his wrists must be from how hard he’s been fighting against his ties.

He shakes his head vigorously, his expression growing smaller, staring up at you, adoration creeping into his gaze, “I could never do enough to earn your pussy jagi…”

The words hit you like a ton of bricks, your stomach dropping as you lean down to his lips, kissing him suddenly. He responds, his lips eager as he moans into your mouth, his arms burning from how much his straining but, he couldn’t give less of a fuck.

“That was a good answer…” You giggle and he returns the sentiment, chuckling into your mouth.

“I meant it…”

You tug his boxers down his legs, resisting the urge to take his swollen length into your mouth. His dick is pulsing with arousal, some of it still covered in his previous orgasm. Yoongi couldn’t recall a time where he had been so hard in his life, his brain filled with nothing but, you

“Don’t cum until I say…” You assert, stroking him in your palm before lining him up at your entrance, your pussy aching to be filled by him.

Through his whimpering, he nods, his hips raising against yours, completely desperate for you, “I’ll be good for you jagi, I swear…just please, I can’t wait any longer.”

So, you oblige, slowly sinking down onto him, taking every bit of him that you can, the feeling sending a sinking feeling into your stomach.

“Shit…” He gasps, sweat forming on his forehead, his gaze zeroing in on where the two of you are joined, the sight alone making him drool.

Your nipples harden under your t-shirt and, you take the opportunity to pull it off, exposing the rest of you to Yoongi’s hungry gaze. The sight of you fucks him up everytime, his gaze being pulled from your cunt to the rest of you, his eyes looking up at you in awe.

The pace on his dick quickens, causing both of you to be short of breath, his length curving up in just the right place, white hot pleasure wickedly coursing throughout your body.

“You’re so fucking pretty...” Yoongi’s shaky voice makes your clit throb, your hands coming down to brace against his injured hips as you start riding him faster.

He’s staring at your face now, not even glancing toward the rest of your body, his tone certain and unyielding, “You know that right? You know how pretty I think you are right?”

Yoongi will admit, he’s not thinking clearly, his logic is out to lunch, everything about you turning his brain to mush.

“You should look in a mirror sometime…” You quip, meeting his intense gaze. The resolve within you as breaking as it usually does and, you already feel yourself nearing the edge.

“I can’t believe it…I can’t believe I have someone so pretty…riding my dick so fucking good, I must have been a good boy huh? To get so lucky?” Yoongi is blabbering at this point, his eyes going in out of focus, the corners of them collecting moisture and, he feels like he’s gonna cry if he doesn’t cum soon. Then again, he feels like he’d cry regardless…

“You’re the best boy Yoongi…you deserve to feel this good all the time, I want to make you feel good all the time…will you let me? Can I keep fucking you this good?”

Hips are frantic now, your clit begging for attention, throbbing and buzzing between your legs and, you finally give in, the pads of your fingers rubbing against it, the motion causing you to tighten around Yoongi’s length.

His eyes bug out then, your words and the tightness of your cunt becoming too much, “Y/n please, please can I cum, please, I can’t…I…”

“Cum for me baby…” You whimper, your resolve breaking completely as you feel yourself tip over the edge, your head falling back on your shoulders as your pace picks up fully, the sound of skin smacking on skin echoing throughout the room.

“Thank you jagi...fuck thank you so much…”

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Roughly fifteen minutes later, the two of you are curled up under the duvet, your fingers gently applying cream to Yoongi’s shaky hands. His expression is one of pure bliss as he lets you tend to him, his heart melting as you press a kiss to each of his wrists.

“Thank you. “ You murmur, as you finish rubbing the cream into Yoongi’s raw skin, biting your lip as carefully tend to the more sensitive spots.

Yoongi watches you fondly, admiring the way you look, face flushed, glowing under the light of his TV. His brow furrows, voice still not 100%, “For what?”

“For tonight, for sharing more of yourself, I  really appreciate everything you told me…everything…” You smirk, catches his glance for a moment before giggling, returning to what you’re doing.

“I don’t think I’ve ever felt this comfortable before so, you should be thanking yourself…” He insists, returning your smirk before leaning in and, kissing you, his lips taking you off guard.

“I’m happy you feel so comfortable then…” You amend, giggling against his lips as he pecks you over and over, your hands coming up to hold his cheeks.

“Stay in the morning yeah? I want to make breakfast…” He insists, smiling softly as he pulls you closer to him.

“Can I have it in bed?”

He smirks, leaning towards your lips, mischief in his eyes, “I’ve made it pretty clear that you can have whatever you want in bed…”

You giggle again, kissing him, pushing his disheveled blonde hair to the side, “ I’m holding you to that…”

“Good.”

Good: the biggest understatement of all time.

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Does it make you nervous when someone does something dangerous showing off? If it’s something supposed to be taken seriously, like an athlete doing a risky ice skating spin, then I’d be nervous in that I don’t want them to fail. But if it’s someone doing something rather foolish like doing a moonsault off a roof or putting out a candle with their bare fingers, the mischievous side of me will silently half-wish something goes wrong haha. Have you ever had to take a pee test? You mean a urinalysis? Yeah. Angela’s doctor mom suspected I had UTI a few weeks ago so she had written up a recommendation for me to take a ‘pee test,’ as you put it. Have you ever had to supply someone with clean pee? I mean, I did for the aforementioned urinalysis lol. And what do you mean by clean pee? How is that different from dirty pee? Lmao Are you a bit of a nerd? Guh, I loved calling myself this is a teenager...because...y’know...I was a teenager and wanted to sound cool and ~not like the other girls~ lol but I was definitely trying too hard at the time. I don’t consider myself a nerd now and I don’t think I ever was. Are you in charge of cleaning anything in your household? Just my own dishes for the most part, but that’s it.

Are you good at HTML? At one point I was, because it was once a common practice on Tumblr to customize your themes, add your own pages, and basically just mix up your blog. I dunno if normal Tumblr still does this haha but if I tried to do this today I’d be rusty for sure. Ever carved/written anything on a park bench? Nope. I always feel like I’d get caught. Most interesting place you've ever visited? I’d say Shanghai was the most interesting mostly because it was SO incredibly first-world and the whole place was just so modern, so technologically forward and the experience was so jarring considering the dumpsite I live in. It was very daunting seeing all the bright lights, people dressing up so well, luxury shops on every corner, and how rich their nightlife was. Have you ever had anything tailored? Yes, my lola knows how to do that so whenever I need my clothes adjusted I’d just ask her to do it. Fan of Walton Ford artwork? Ever even heard of him? Nope, haven’t heard of him. Do you keep your eyebrows more thick or thin? I never get my eyebrows done; I don’t find it necessary. They’re naturally on the thick side, but from years of trichotillomania and plucking my left eyebrows, the hair eventually never 100% came back and the end of that eyebrow has juuuust a bit of a bald patch on it. It’s only noticeable for those who know about my trich, but still. What color is your bedroom door? It’s brown, but the bottom part sports a lot of chipped-off paint due to my dog scratching on it to get in and out of my room for the last twelve years.   Do you value your personal space, or do you hate being alone? I value both since I tend to need either at different points. Have you ever been hunting? Never.  Your take on one-night stands? Are they okay? You do you, and it’s definitely okay. It’s just not my thing. Do you always wear a bra? Not when I’m at home. I for sure haven’t worn one in a while due to the pandemic forcing me to stay home, but I did wear a bra when I went to the hospital a couple of weeks ago. Felt so weird lol. Do you have a wrist watch? No. I always lose them under my watch (hehe) so I just stopped wearing them altogether so that I don’t keep wasting my parents’ money :/ Do you usually jog or go for walks? I’ll sometimes go for walks, but for leisure. I don’t think of them as workouts at all. Could you be happier? Yeah, I think this is how most of us, if not all of us, feel.

Don't you just love aerial views? Like...from airplanes? Yessss, I love them a lot. When my dad books flights for us I always call dibs on a window seat as I never get tired of seeing cities and towns from the sky. Do you own a pair of Dr. Martins? As far as I know it’s Martens, and no I don’t. I’ve always thought they were too chunky for my liking. Do you like wine? Hate it, I never liked its bitter taste. My girlfriend and some of my aunts love wine though so sometimes I’ll have a glass or two and pretend to like it so I can spend time with them haha. Do you scrapbook? Nope. We do have scrapbooks at home, but it was my mom who made all of them for mine and my siblings’ baby photos. Have you ever been told not to do something you desperately wanted to do? Of course. ^ did you listen? Not always. Why are the angry birds so mad at the pigs? ...I don’t care. I never played the game actually. Would you feel bad about breaking up with a kid on his birthday? Kid sounds weird in this sentence lol, and yeah I’d say that’s a pretty shitty thing to do. There are 365 days in a year and unless my significant other has been an abusive shithead, I’d pick a date other than their birthday to break up with them. Have you ever sung anyone the happy birthday song? On their birthday, I guess...? How many followers do you have on Twitter? At the moment, 722. Do you like Hello Kitty? Not really. Have you ever won on one of those grabber machine things? Not that I can recall. My sister has always been the one better at those than me, she wins something every time. Though there was one time I was at the arcade and was just fucking around with the claw machines until I saw a kimono-wearing Hello Kitty left behind in one of them; I figured someone won it but didn’t want it, so I gleefully took it and gave it to my sister who’s super into Hello Kitty AND anything Japanese haha. Is there an actual word for those? I call it the claw machine. Have you seen the movie Remember Me? I never have but I remember wanting to because Robert Pattinson is in it, heh. Do you like thunderstorms? Love them. I can see myself living somewhere where it rains all year round. Have you ever been horseback-riding? I’ve ridden a horse before but I don’t think it counts as horseback-riding? It was part of the itinerary on one of our trips to Tagaytay nearly a decade ago, and a skilled rider was maneuvering the horse for me. I was like 12 and didn’t know any better, but today I absolutely wouldn’t take part in some tourist attraction thing that would use and tire out animals. Have you ever seen your naked back? I’ve had to turn around and look at it in the mirror a few times because I have scoliosis and I had wanted to see the point where my back starts to curve. Are you gonna French kiss your hubby at your wedding? Noooooo. I hate doing PDA myself so I’ll likely be sheepish at my own wedding actually, considering the fact that I wanna invite like 400 people lol. Do you think girls generally look better with their natural hair color? I don’t base attractiveness off of hair color, so I don’t really care. Who is the last person you held hands with? Gabie. Was ages ago though. Would you agree that wedding cake is so much better than any other cake? (: I mean, wedding cake isn’t even a type of cake lol. I think cheesecake is the superior cake, though. Do you feel awkward with strangers in elevators? Not at all. It’s a lot more awkward if I know the person but am not close with them or don’t know them all that well, so then I’d have to spend the next few seconds figuring out if I wanna make small talk or just ignore them altogether. Do you cuss excessively when you're upset? I can cuss excessively regardless of my mood. I don’t do it as much as I did when I was a teenager, but my potty mouth will still slip out every now and then. Would you rather cheat and tell your other about it or be cheated on? Eugh, this is an awful question. Can we just go with no cheating? Do you own a pair of shorts that could be mistaken for underwear? I don’t think so. Have you ever felt free after losing something once important to you? Yeah, I was recently reading my old survey answers from 2015 when my breakup was fresh, and apparently I was a super happy camper who felt free as fuck when Gab and I had broken things off so I guess that’s one example lol. Have you ever been to a rave? Nope, no raves for me. How many bananas have you ever eaten in a row? I’ve only eaten a whole banana once my whole life and that was a few weeks ago when I had a fever. Mom said it’ll be good for my body so I was made to eat one for breakfast. It wasn’t all that bad, but it will still take a whole lot for me to have to eat another banana. Have you ever felt like you can burn the world down? I’ve never been that angry before, no. Can you read/speak in any language(s) other than English? Yuh, Filipino is my first language.

Have you ever had sex outside? I’ve had it outside but we were still hidden, like inside a car lol if that still counts. Have you ever been outside naked? ^ Same situation. Do you like guys with long, brown, shaggy, flippy hair? If it looks majestically taken care of, yep. Do you have a beauty mark? I don’t. Have you ever been in a shrubbery maze? No. I’ve been terrified of them ever since watching The Shining, and I don’t think I’ll ever be up to entering one since I hate getting lost. Do you think you're the best thing that's happened to someone? I dunno. I don’t really need this big of a validation, so it’s genuinely fine if no one thinks of me in this way. Is the best thing that's ever happened to you a person? Yes, but also a dog. What's your boyfriend's style, or what style tends to attract you? I’ve observed that Gab jumps from one style to another. Some days she’ll dress like a sophisticated aunt and wear nice flowy dresses, other days she’ll opt to look a bit tomboyish and wear a graphic or tie-dye t-shirt and jeans. Do you know anyone who works in a cafe? Yeah, my cousin Bia. How many songs do you think you know all of the lyrics do? Hundreds is a safe guess. Do you enjoy jazz or blues music? I enjoy both, but I like jazz a tad bit more.

What's the most emotionally painful thing you've ever been through? Finding out about Nacho. My grandpa’s death hurt as hell too, but back then I had no choice but to harden up and force myself to be ok and focus because I had an insanely important college entrance exam coming up five days after his passing, and I couldn’t afford to get distracted. With the news of Nacho, I was doing nothing that night and I was completely vulnerable when it hit me. How many band t-shirts do you own that are black? I only have one band t-shirt, and it’s black. Can you make a clover shape with your tongue? Nope. Would you agree that Beck is a musical genius? (: Beyoncé lost to him for Album of the Year at the Grammys for her 2013 album which she highkey should’ve won, so he’s kinda on my shitlist for that looooool Do you ever feel like the main people in your life don't know you at all? No. I wear my heart on my sleeve for the most part, so I don’t have to worry about that. Do you like Ben Folds? I’ve never heard of him. Do you watch The Voice? Nope. Do you have a protective father? To an extent. He hates catcallers and always tells me to tell him if there are any around when we’re out so he can beat them up. He’s not crazy protective to the point of being possessive or overly strict though. Have you ever worn a headdress? Just for school productions when we would represent cultures that have headdresses.

Last thing that caused you to get sick? A UTI. What's the biggest misconception about you, personally? It annoys me to no goddamn end when people say or assume that I’m fake. It’s called being polite and civil even around people I don’t like which I’m pretty sure is more mature than fake, dude. Have you ever seriously thought you loved someone without telling them? No. Are you squeamish? About certain things. I hate watching clips of people having their bones break or get dislocated, people passing out, too much blood, among other stuff.

#survey #surveys

[neo-nymph]

NCT NSFW A-Z: Taeyong

A/N: SOOOO many people were waiting for this lmao. Hope you guys enjoy im high-key worried this won’t satisfy ahahahahahah :]

Also while writing this I've rediscovered my love for Paramore. I forgot how much I love their shit it’s so good 10/10 would recommend.

A – Aftercare

S O F T I E. Acts like you’re the most valuable person in the world after. Touches his forehead to yours with his eyes closed basing in the afterglow, and opens them to gaze over you and immerse silently in his love for you. He touches you with gentle hands as if he were handling a piece of glass because he doesn’t want to irritate any part of your body that he already angered.

Keeps some bottles of water and some light snacks in the bedside table so he doesn’t have to leave you to get anything afterward. If you’re not too tired he’ll start a bath for the two of you; doesn’t give himself a second thought and spend 90% of the bath cleaning you up. Makes sure to moisturize your skin and dress you in some light clothes, probably one of his shirts and some soft panties.

B – Body part

Not so innocently obsessed with the feeling of your hands. He likes how soft and gentle they feel when you stroke the pads of your fingers along his skin or the tiny indents he can feel along his jaw when you grab his face during a kiss. Likes to hold at least one when you fuck, just to keep a little bit of the innocence and pure love he feels for you present no matter how dark or freaky things may get.

C – Cum

Doesn’t mess or play with it too much; a result of the clean freak within him. 9/10 he pushes himself as deep as he can within you when he cums because that’s where you feel the tightest and the warmest. Doesn’t care too much for cream pies or watching his cum fall out afterward, but does slightly enjoy the occasional dribble of his seed from the corner of your mouth when you suck him off.  

D – Dirty Secret

Gets off at the idea of watching you fuck one of the other members. Don’t ask me to explain why but the thought of seeing you get pounded speechless by Jaehyun or reduced to tears by Yuta’s tongue or giving Mark the suck of his life has had him palming off in the bathroom more than just a few times. Don’t be surprised when he asks if you’ve ever thought about a threesome.

E – Experience  

He’s been around. However, I don’t think his experience comes from being with a lot of partners, but more so being with one partner multiple times and perfecting the things which work best with those people. It’s given him room to improve multiple skills and learn new things/experiment and make his own tricks.

His confidence also helps as it makes all his actions, even the odd or accidental, seem like he’s done them on purpose and tricks his partner into thinking he knows more than they do. Overall, Tae knows wtf he doing and your gonna feel every bit of his knowledge round by round.  

F – Favorite Position

Missionary. You both get access to everything and it’s very kink friendly. There’s room and ease for teasing on the clit, sucking on nipples, scratching his back, wrapping his hand around your throat, and it gives room to make use of ropes and ties, vibrators, plugs, etc.

Honorable mentions is 69. He gets turned on when he’s eating you out, so having you down there to get him off while he enjoys his meal is like heaven. Bonus is being able to reach down for control and ease to fuck your throat.

G – Goofy

Very rarely. Maybe at the very beginning when things are still light and innocent, but as soon as things escalate to heated making out, all jokes and giggles are out the door. Taeyong tends to develop a very strong and intimidating persona when things get heated, so I wouldn’t expect anything less.

H – Hair

Doesn’t shave often but he will if you want him too. Doesn’t mind hair on you AT ALL. Finds it a bit sexy, whether it’s just a bit or it’s grown a while, he finds the natural aspect to be more tantalizing than one would expect.  

I – Intimacy

To me, Taeyong comes off as a VERY affectionate person. I don’t think he’d go overboard with PDA, preferring to save all his affections for his S/O for when the two of you are alone, but I also don’t believe he spares all of his affection and intimacy to be shown purely through sexual acts.

His intimacy is very soft. Gentle kisses on your temple when he wakes up in the morning, even if you’re still asleep. Tracing his fingers lightly across the expanse of whatever exposed skin of yours his fingers can reach. Lots of staring at you with soft, half-closed heart eyes when you’re sleeping or gazing off in the opposite direction, and tons of cuddle sessions with his head resting upon your chest or stomach while his hands are wrapped around your waist; he likes having you close and maintaining some sort of contact with you whenever he can.

J – Jack-Off

Not too often, mostly cause he has you and he’ll take whatever you’re willing to give him, but also because his drive isn’t super high that he felt the need to relieve his urges that often.

Most definitely has a folder filled to the brim of scandalous photos of you, whether you just looked especially good in an outfit, you’re teasing him in his clothing or some lingerie, or exposing yourself to him. Don’t think he doesn’t have videos of you fucking; there’s at least 10 and they’re all at LEAST one minute long. Probably found some way to save your voice memos in there too.

Freaky/nonconventional porn is his favorite. This can range from basic powerplay dynamics like daddy kink or petplay, to gangbangs, to heavy bdsm with tons of restraints and a crying sub with cum dripping off of their face. I’d mention some other things I can see him getting off to but I’ll abstain for the sake of some people’s sanity =].

K – Kink

Definitely power play. I know other people get caught in a debate about if Tae is a dom or sub but I don’t think he’s either or. I can honestly see him being just as turned on and getting off as the dominant OR submissive in a sexual situation. I see him as a full dom but not a full sub, as in he doesn’t follow your commands or cave into your words but rather enjoys being tortured by your actions and struggling against you. That also leads to my theory that he has a teasing kink.

Yes, he loves yanking you around by your hair when your hands are clasped together from use and the sight of looking down at your glossy eyes staring back at him as you struggle to breathe with his hand grasping your throat. But he also loves fighting against you when you bind his wrists to a chair and tease him to the point that he feels like he’s about to explode. The ghost of your lips over his skin, the tingle of the tips of your nails dragging over his chest just enough for him to feel, your slick heat gliding slow over the length of his cock drives his rage through the roof but he loves it none-the-less. You best believe you’re getting it afterwards tho, so don’t push your luck too far.

I can honestly see him being into a variety of things, like pet-play, voyeurism, pain(light), humiliation/degradation(light), breath play(light), etc.

L – Limits

Nothing with high risk or physical damage (like knife play or electricity); not one for pain other than your nails down his back or aching in his cock from edging, so you can rule out clamps from his ends. If you want something along those lines he’ll try, but I think he’d be too worried about the possibility of hurting you would turn into too much for him to handle.

M – Motivation (Turn-On)

This might seem obvious but hear me out. Skin exposure/public teasing; Say you’re sitting on the couch across the room from him in a large t-shirt going down to your knees. Some of the members are lounging around, watching t.v., talking, etc. He looks at you and watches as you slowly open your crossed legs to show him your uncovered and glistening pussy while you stare at him with an innocent gleam in your eye. Or maybe you’re walking around trying to find something one of the dreamies lost and your shirt accidentally lifts too high when you bend over to check beneath the couch. This type of stuff drives him crazy and kicks his self-control to the curb, so don’t be surprised when he comes behind you to grab a handful of your ass and question innocently if you wanted to search the bedroom with him.

Sometimes it requires no effort at all. You could be sitting silently by the window of the hotel you’re in for the night, in shorts and a satin tank top, and the glow from the sunset against the soft, exposed skin of your thighs is all it takes to wind him up.

I see this happening pretty often, and 7/10 it’s in this latter instance, coming from a romantic place. Just a little bit of some exposed skin is all it takes for him to get caught up in the memory of your soft touches and lingering kisses and how much love he has for you and BAM he’s ready for some romantic boning.

N – NO (Turn-Off)

I truly cannot think of that many super standout things. First (and I know how basic/kinda odd this is but) a mess. He can’t get it on with you in a messy place or with a messy person (hair is messy clothes are dirty that typa stuff).

Also the idea of hurting you. He can get down with some freaky stuff (cuffs, leashes, ties, whatever) but the idea of causing you some sort of ACTUAL PAIN would turn him off immediately.  

O – Oral

Giving: Taeyong loves eating pussy you can’t change my mind. Makes good use of his lips; i.e. a very generous of kissing and sucking, almost like he’s making out with you. It’s easy to tell considering how much he uses them when he talks and raps lol. Eating you out turns him on, especially when you pull really hard on his hair (que that slight pain kink). Plays with himself while he eats; if he’s lying on his stomach then he’ll grind himself against the bed. In any other position, like if you’re sitting on his face or he’s on his knees, he’ll jerk himself off with one hand and hold you in place with the other. Not much use of his fingers as this is usually a form of foreplay for him so he isn’t aiming for you to cum, just to warm you up.

Receiving: Quite vocal. “Ahh, yeah..” “Just like that baby” Sits back and watches you work with a nasty smirk. Likes the dragging feeling of the edges of your nails along his shaft and pinching subtly at his balls.  L O V E S eye contact (cause of the way your cheeks gets pink under his stare). Likes it most when he’s fucking your mouth or forcing his cock down your throat so he can see your eyes get watery and red.  

P – Place

V E R Y fond of shower sex; you’ve always looked so pretty with wet hair, but he likes the look of his fist tugging on the wet strands even better. He likes to watch the water droplets shake and fall off your ass when he’s fucking you, and how much louder the smacking of your skin is when it echoes against the closed-in vicinity.

The kitchen is fun as well. Doesn’t care if you want it from behind with one leg held up on the island, or if you want to sit on the countertop and make-out while he goes wild in your pussy. Sometimes he’ll randomly come up behind you while you’re doing dishes and yank your shorts & panties down and just raw dog you.

Q – Quickie

Like Jaehyun, they aren’t his favorite just because he likes to take his time, but if you’re bratty enough or he’s too riled up to think straight, he’ll make time and find a place for it to happen no matter where you are(office, restaurant, concert, movies). As a result, he’s focused on getting his fill and becomes quite messy and ignorant to the idea of being caught.  

R – Risk

He down for some risky business every now and then. Won’t let the risk escalate too high if he’s thinking with his head instead of his dick. As previously mentioned, if his horniness clouds his judgment he doesn’t care what the location is; he’ll take you in the seats at the back of a movie theater if he has too. If he’s thinking logically, however, his risk level is more controlled, like the restrooms at the office or a noisy and crowded restaurant where no one will notice you’re overlapping and extensive absence.  

S – Stamina

Knows how to pace himself; 3-4 rounds max.

T – Toys  

Has a collection; enough to fill two or three average sized shoe boxes under the bed. Common things like a few different colored ropes, a couple handcuffs, some vibrators (Hitachi's and pills [google it]), dildos, hand full of butt plugs. Every now and then he might buy something a little more extra (like a spreader bar or restraint set) but they end up being rarely used or set off for special occasions.

U – Unfair [Teasing/Being teased]

I explained the bulk of this in the risk section, so I’ll just re-state the obvious that since he loves to be teased, he’s gonna tease the hell out of you as revenge. Teasing from his end is dominantly pushing you closer to the edge of bliss inches at a time with movements just quick enough to provide some sort of gratification, either with his fingers on your clit of his cock moving against that spot inside you, but halting his movements moments before you explode. I don’t see him teasing very often, however. He saves it for slow times when neither of you is in a rush to get off, or when you’re being a brat.

V – Volume

Members are gonna hear him through the walls but you don’t have to worry about any complaint or concern calls from the neighbors.

What comes out of his mouth is A LOT of moaning. They’re long and drawn out from the base of his throat, making up 70% of the noise filling the room (He doesn’t even attempt to keep at a controlled volume). The other 30% is dirty talk but he keeps that nice and low, gently throwing the words past his lips and right into your ear just for you to hear them.

W – Wild Card [Author’s Choice]

Low-key has a thing for people watching. He often records your escapades (always the risky ones) for future lonely nights and has become very prideful in bragging and showing the videos to the other members. Somewhat ties into/slightly satisfies his fantasies of you getting on with another member. One night or another he might accidentally leave the door cracked enough for someone passing by to get a glimpse and pretend he doesn’t see them stop in the hallway.

X – X-Ray [Dick Size]

A little over average length (like 6 ½) but not much girth. Not skinny to the point of dissatisfaction, just not much stretch.

Y – Yearning [Sex Drive]

Average, both when home and on tour. Despite the speculation of others, or what you may have perceived from reading this, I don’t see TY as a super sexual person (in the sense that it’s a major facet of his being or has a big role in his life). While I do think things can get pretty freaky with him when the time is right, I believe for the most part he just a big softie who craves affection.

Z – Zzz [After Sex]

Takes about 30 minutes to fall asleep after getting both of you cleaned and settled.  

#nct smut #nct u smut #nct 127 smut #taeyong #taeyong smut #taeyong imagines #n #neosmutcollective

[rotten-games]

shit I just found an old story that I was trying to turn into a cog and now I want to continue doing it but also I have so many other things im doing at the same time lmao so rip me i guess anyway here’s some of it in case you’re interested.

The rain buckets down on the tin roof of the apartment as you sit staring out at the town from your window. Clouds bracket the town from at its outskirts on all sides, extending far out across the sea and churning the waves that crash against the rocky walls just barely protecting the town from its wrath. Even fewer people than usual are out today, though that probably isn’t helped by the severe lack of streetlamps that might otherwise light the darkened streets. Glancing down at your watch, you see the time has ticked over from seven at night to eight. Garland is late. You might have minded on any other day but instead you’re just worried. The usually prompt man may be naturally sardonic and dismissive of your paranoia, but he’s never purposefully exacerbated it. Not like this. You force your eyes to look back out the window, but only find them turning to your watch again, and then the digital clock beside your bed. It’s five past eight now, an hour and exactly five minutes past your scheduled meeting time. You hope he’s okay, the old bastard. Forcing yourself to glance back down at the manila folder in your hands, you open it up with a long, drawn out sigh. As always, it contains all your files; personal and otherwise, and you can’t go anywhere without it. You hardly get any internet out here, and it tends to be more secure to keep your information on hand rather than on your laptop which you leave tucked under your bed every day when you leave. Maybe Garland is right about the whole paranoia thing, come to think about it. No, your mind is going back to Garland again and your nails are tapping against your knee. Focusing in on the words on the page you see it’s your personal file containing everything there is to know about you. Readjusting the page, you’ve read it far too many times by this stage to feel the need to read it again. Sometimes it changes and when it does, you’ll read it again, but for now your name is…

---

As for your job in question? Well, officially, the file says you’re a journalist, but any hack journalist who runs their own blog doesn’t have a multitude of fake passports in their luggage and a loaded pistol stowed away in the inside pocket of their coat. You’re who they call in when things are getting weird and no one’s answering questions. You’re here in the dreary seaside town of Fisher’s End (A bit on the nose, you know, but what can you do?) investigating a series of disappearances that had the local police force stumped and the townsfolk scared shitless. In theory, not your particular brand of weird; people go missing all the time and small-town precincts don’t get a lot of funding. Of course, that all changed when both townsfolk and local police started acting odd, though to describe exactly how would probably take a lot longer than the time you have. To make a long story short, you’ve been stuck here for well over a year and you’re no closer to solving this. Any leads you might have had have run dry and no one’s talking. Honestly, you’re not sure anymore whether the people living in Fisher’s End are afraid or supportive of the disappearances, though that’s not your place to judge. You’ve seen weirder cases. You have to glance back down at the photo taped to the upper right corner of the page; a picture of you and yet it isn’t. One could argue that with the number of times you’ve changed personalities, clothing, haircuts, that you no longer have a face, but you really try not to think about it. It’s easier that way. ---

Again, you find yourself looking at your watch. A good ten minutes have passed now, and Garland hasn’t even called. Maybe you should go looking for him. No, that wouldn’t help. So far, you’ve only been treated with suspicion and you won’t get any answers either way. Still, you stand, running your hands over your coat before shoving them into the pockets. You pace. And you pace. And you pace. Until there’s a hasty knock at your door that makes you jump. You realise belatedly it was less of a knock and more of a loud thump like something falling against the door. Staring down the double-bolted piece of timber, you find a frown, even deeper than it was before this very moment. Almost as if anticipating it as you turn away there’s another thump, though perhaps this could be more accurately described as a knock this time. Either way, you suppose it doesn’t matter, because you already know you’re going to open it. Standing before you, completely drenched and dripping water all over the floor, is an older man, neither tall nor short, with a greying beard and a head of messy salt and pepper hair. He looks after himself well, but you certainly wouldn’t know that with the way he wears that godawful trench coat all the time that hangs off his frame as if he has never seen the gym in his life. Behind a pair of twinkling green eyes is concern, however, but all you can do is frown at the man. Jim Garland. He seems to have lost his equally horrendous hat, thank god, the one that reminds you of those old detective films, but his sunglasses are still perched comfortably on his head, as if he’d at all need them in Fisher’s End. You’re not quite sure how to respond, not to the dried blood on his collar, because you’re inclined to feel both anger and concern in equal measure for the man. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Hey, Ace,” Garland gives you that crooked smirk of his and as he straightens up to readjust his coat you can’t help but feel a flush of irritation run through you. There’s a cut on his cheek, but it’s scabbed over and you can’t tell if it’s new or not. “Sorry I’m late. I got… waylaid.”

   With a low growl you grab hold of the stupid lapels of his stupid coat and get up in Garland’s face. He hasn’t seemed to have expected this, and all the sound he makes is a grunt in discomfort. He’s a bastard, plain and simple for making you worry so, and as you pull him in with a hiss, you get no resistance.    “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting?”  You don’t give him even a second to respond as you slam the door behind him, “An hour!” The two of you grapple for a moment, and though Garland usually has the upper hand with his wit, his mind appears to be elsewhere as you force him back up against the door. Something’s wrong, you quickly realise, but by the time you have he’s already let out a pained hiss.  “Shit, I can’t do this right now,”  Garland bites at the inside of his mouth, sagging against the door and scrunching his eyes shut for a moment. It’s only now you’ve realised that he’s clutching at his side underneath the coat. “Just fuckin’ help me out, will you?” Finally glancing down, you realise that there’s blood blooming in his white button-down, and all those pent up emotions you had running through you when you saw him come leaking out. You’ll stuff them back inside yourself for now, that’s all you can do. As you sling one of Garland’s arms over your shoulder and help him to the chair, he begins to explain before you have the chance to ask. “Listen… I… I—shit—I lost the evidence. Some guys cornered me earlier, pulled a knife and—FUCK!” The man’s usually not this bad, and you have blood all over your hands now as you rip open his shirt.

#i think it was meant to be kind of lovecraftian but this is all i really have sans the choices id coded in #honestly i love garland already lmao

[f-l-writes]

Forever Yours

Warnings: Mentions of negative relationship with family, eviction, not proofread

Word Count: 8.2 K

A/N: This took me forever lmao

Hope you enjoy and feel free to request!

Looking at the small musical note on your wrist dreamily, you sighed. You always wondered what it would be like to meet your soulmate. To meet someone destined to be a musician. What were they like? Were they kind? Would they let any of that fame get to their head? How stable would the relationship really be anyway?

These questions mainly stemmed from your mother’s contempt at the thought of you being destined to end up in a relationship with a musician. She always liked to claim that they would never have time for you. That they would never be around and, when they were touring, they would probably end up cheating on you (the thousand-mile rule, she liked to bring up often).

However, you never really did let her words get to you. If anything, they were like annoying mosquitos or flies just buzzing around your head. You learned to ignore them after a while of trying to swat them away. Besides, you felt in your soul that whoever it was that you ended up would never do something like that to you. You knew they would never stoop that low.

As you stared at your soul-mark, you failed to realize the man across from you repeatedly saying your name.

“Y/N! Y/N! Oh, my God! Y/N!”

At that final call of your name, you were finally yanked from your thoughts. The call of your name had gotten you and your best friend, Hyun Jin, several looks from the others that were in the cafe with you. He snickered as he caught your glare towards him, his beautifully dark eyes glittering with amusement.

“Where were you?” he questioned, leaning forward and resting his cheek on his right palm, eyes following your movements.

“Ten years ago, talking to my mom about her disapproval of my soul-mark,” you revealed.

Often times when you zoned out, you weren’t daydreaming. You were living in the past and, like you had this time, you weren’t in the present. You were seeing the past as it had been. The only change was that you were older.

Hyun Jin chuckled at your reveal before grabbing your arm and pulling your wrist into his view. He let his eyes trail over the treble clef before shaking his head, the ghost of a smile on his lips.

You knew why. Hyun Jin would never meet his soulmate. They had died about a year before the two of you met. Unfortunately, he was never going to be free of the fact that they had been killed. That vicious fiery red open book would forever leave a gruesome reminder on his wrist. His would-have-been soulmate would have been an author. And probably an amazing one at that, had they been given the chance at life.

By the time you met Hyun Jin, he was almost at the end of his rope. It’s not easy to know that your soulmate had been murdered. When the two of you had gotten closer, he had revealed to you that he had felt completely lost before he met you. All his friends gave him pity, but you had guided him. Helped him.

Hyun Jin felt like he would never be able to repay you. You had told him on more than one occasion that he didn’t have to, but he always insisted to do things with you when he wasn’t working and practicing. Hell, that was the reason you were at a cafe with him in the first place.

“Do you think you’ll have to leave Seoul to find your soulmate?” he questioned, his lips forming a slight pout at the thought of you leaving him behind for someone a world away.

“I hope not,” you sighed. “But, even if I have to travel to Antarctica to find them, I will come back to Seoul. I would never leave my best friend behind. Especially not when there’s no one as amazing as you, Jinnie.” you assured him, a smile growing on your lips as you looked across the table towards the male.

He smiled back, his own smile twice as wide as yours. He squeezed your hand, which he had continued to hold in his own, quickly before mouthing an I love you and calling the waiter over. As soon as the bill was paid, the two of you were on your way back to your apartment.

As the two of you stopped outside of your second-floor apartment, Hyun Jin had gotten a call from Chris, the leader of the music group that Jinnie was a part of. After a few minutes of listening to a one-sided discussion, Hyun Jin had left you outside of your apartment with an apologetic goodbye.

Watching him walk back towards the stairs and quickly disappear, you sighed. Once he was completely out of sight, you turned back towards your door and walked inside, your eyes quickly examining the near-bare walls. All you really had in your living room was a couch that had taken forever for you to get and a T.V that an old friend of yours had given you as a moving in gift. There were three photos on the T.V stand (which, like the couch, had taken ages to get), each of them of you and Hyun Jin.

As you began to become hyper-aware of the loneliness your home embodied, you contemplated calling Hyun Jin and seeing if maybe he’d allow you to meet the rest of his group. While you had met Chris in person once, you hadn’t met any of the others and, to be honest, you were dying to.

You were especially interested in the loud, squirrel-ish looking one that he had shown you in photos. The boy’s name was apparently Ji Sung and he was one of the rappers of the group. Hyun Jin knew you found him cute and, as his first warning, he stated that he would never allow you to get with someone who could taint your amazing personality.

You had snickered at his words, rolling your eyes at the time. After all, how could someone “taint” your personality when you knew there wasn’t much left to taint anyways.

The snort you let out at the thought startled you from your memory and you were left to vacillate between calling Hyun Jin or not. Groaning, you decided for the former and, as soon as you plopped down on your uncomfortable and deteriorating couch, you pulled out your phone and texted the man.

Hey! Do you think I’d be able to meet your friends? I want to fill up my walls with some photos. It’s lonely here :(

The message went unread for several hours. However, when he did answer back, you were on top of your phone, reading the message.

I don’t mind! I’ll look over our schedule and let you know when we have a day off, alright? Just don’t fall for any of them except me ;)

You let out a loud laugh at the male’s text, rolling your eyes as you shot back a simple ty and went on your way, grabbing something from your fridge to drink. At twenty, you felt a little like a failure. Sure, you had a job, but it was only enough to keep a roof over your head and food in your fridge. You scraped by on bills and the only furniture you actually owned was a beat-up, used couch and an old bed that had springs sticking out of it in several areas. The apartment you had wasn’t exactly in the best place in Seoul, but it was the only affordable place you could find with what you were making.

No, you weren’t angry that you weren’t doing nor were you wallowing in self-pity. If anything, the lack of luxury only urged you to work harder. To become someone who wouldn’t have to worry about choosing between water or food for their next paycheck. You were one of the hardest workers at the place you were working at and, on top of that, you were learning several languages that would be of use getting extra money in whatever the next job you would end up having.

You were determined. You didn’t let people who came over or saw your home or slightly oversize, hand-me-downs bother you when you saw the judgement on their faces. You knew you would become a shining star in your way and, when it happened, you would be sure to go rolling by them in your new car, brand name clothes on your back.

Maybe it would all just end up being a dream in your head, but you wanted it and that made you go as far as you could to try and reach that point.

For now, though, you did what you could to scrape by and make it through week after week. You had no shame in the struggle and, while it was annoying to deal with sometimes, you never whined about it.

After finishing the drink you had pulled from the fridge, you tossed it in the return bag before heading to your room to lie down for a bit. You didn’t have work that day so you were able to catch up on some sleep you had missed. As soon as you were settled down in bed and had the covers pulled over you, you let yourself fall into the deep abyss of rest, letting your dreams take over instead of the real world.

In your dream, you found yourself next to a dark pond. In the pond, there seemed to be thousands of things that mimicked the stars, almost as if the pond was meant to be the sky or universe compacted into a small area. From behind you, there came a rustling from the trees that surrounded you. Near silent footfalls approached you before stopping at your side, revealing someone you least expected. Han Ji Sung. The man you had only seen in photos.

“Wow…” he marveled, his dark, curious eyes settling on the pond.

Being the cheesy, and mildly cringy, ass person you were, you couldn’t help the next words that came from your mouth.

“Come here often?”

His laugh echoed through the silent forest as his dark eyes settled on your own Y/E/C orbs. His smile was just as cute as it was in photos Hyun Jin showed you and, while it wasn’t technically in the flesh, you were happy to be “meeting” him.

“First time,” he commented, the smile never fading. “Your Y/N, I assume? Hyun Jin never shuts up about you. If I knew any better, I’d say he’s in love with you,” the male joked, causing a blush to attack your face, filling it with heat.

“He’s shown me a few pictures of you too, Ji Sung. He talks highly of you. It’s honestly kind of cute,” you chuckled, your eyes turning away from the squirrel-like boy beside you and back to the water.

There was a hum from the boy beside you as he sat down, you soon following suit. There was a certain feeling in your chest that you couldn’t seem to quite place. However, you were able to notice the bright blue glow on the man’s wrist, showing that he had met his soulmate. You were almost a bit disappointed until he pointed out your own wrist, surprising you.

“You don’t think…?”

“I mean, as far as I know, this is just a dream,” he responded, “but I certainly wouldn’t mind being soulmates with someone as pretty as you,” Ji Sung flirted lightly, causing your cheeks to deepen their red hue.

“Wouldn’t this be about the time I’m supposed to wake up? Meeting you, getting to talk for a minute and, just as things are going well, I wake up right?”

“Maybe. We could try one more thing that might wake you up,” he smirked slightly at you before leaning in...

Suddenly, your eyes snapped open, your phone ringing incessantly. Picking it up, you clicked the green answer button before holding it to your ear, letting out a groggy

“Hello?”

“Jesus, thank God you’re awake,” it was Hyun Jin. “Can you get down to the practice room? Ji Sung just woke up from fainting and he won’t stop talking about you and babbling about how you and him are soulmates.”

“I’ll be there in fifteen. Just let me wake up first,” you muttered, Hyun Jin’s words not completely registering in your mind as you finally hung up, slowly making your way out of bed in a struggle to not just put your head back on the wonderfully comfortable pillows that you had previously been resting on.

When you did finally come around to being awake enough to drive over to the JYP building, Hyun Jin’s words finally formed a crystal clear message in your mind: That was more than a dream. It had to be, didn’t it? After all, you don’t usually just pass out in the middle of the day and then wake up babbling about someone you’ve never met before.

If anything, it seemed almost like it had happened because, be it the universe or whatever God decided to make soulmates a thing, you guys were either close to meeting as is or you just happened to be delayed enough to annoy whatever divine spirit put the musical note on your wrist.

From your apartment, you made the rush out to your car and began to drive as quick as you could to get to the practice room that, almost as an afterthought, Hyun Jin texted you. As soon as you pulled up to the building, you were greeted by Hyun Jin at the entrance, the idol pulling you through the inevitable crowd of people to get you on the elevator that would take you down to the practice room.

As soon as you were in the safety of the elevator, Hyun Jin began to talk, a slight smile on his face.

“So… You and Ji Sung?”

“Shut up, we’ll see when we get there, won’t we?”

“Fair enough,” Hyun Jin chuckled, shaking his head slightly. “At least you get to meet the members now like you wanted,” he added on after a moment, his smile never quite fading.

“Very true. Also, I’m assuming you’ve seen Ji Sung’s wrist. If we are soulmates, could you key me in on my destined career?” you questioned, looking from the metal wall you observed him on to the man himself.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” he teased in a sing-song voice, pinching your cheek lightly just before the doors to the elevator opened.

From there, he walked beside you before stopping at the door to one of the rooms, gesturing for you to go in. You shook your head, nerves suddenly skyrocketing as you thought of possibly meeting the one you were guaranteed to eventually be in a relationship with. On top of that, you were also about to meet all of your best friend’s group members which was a whole cause of anxiety on its own.

Stepping into the room, you tried to keep yourself from fleeing as you felt eight pairs of eyes fall on you. From somewhere, there was a small gasp before the voice you heard in your dream, presumably Ji Sung’s, broke the silence that wrapped the room.

“That’s them!”

You fidgeted with the hem of your shirt lightly as your face suddenly went a bright, embarrassed red. You forced yourself to bow politely, trying to do what you could to hide your face at this point, including turning to Hyun Jin who stood behind you with a large, almost painful looking, smile on his face.

“Why won’t you guys talk?” he whined after a second, dragging you over to his friends. “Introduce yourselves, guys!”

“I’m Ji Sung,” the squirrelish boy stepped forward, offering his hand to you.

He wants to know just as much as I do, you thought to yourself, looking at his hand for a second before grabbing it and shaking it.

For that moment, the entire room fell silent, watching as the mark on his left wrist and your right one slowly lit up, growing into a strong blue from a light white. The face the boy made was priceless. He seemed completely shocked and amazed, his eyes staring down at the almost blinding light of the soul-marks finally finding who they belonged to.

As soon as he let go of your hand, the light faded and, left behind, was a changed mark. Instead of being the typical black musical note of those who were yet to meet their soulmates, there was that note in a range of colors. From those, it would eventually change upon the death of Ji Sung from the compact rainbow, showing how he died. It was mildly useful if you happened to live longer than him or he died before his time but, on the other hand, it was somewhat unsettling that now you had to wait to see the color it would turn.

“It’s nice to meet you, Ji Sung,” you tried to say as calmly as possible, your face reddening even more.

The boy chuckled a little before responding, his own cheeks taking on a darker tint. “It’s nice to meet you too, Y/N. I look forward to getting to know you.”

You giggled slightly before being introduced to the rest of the boys. In the order of Chan, Woo Jin, Felix, Seung Min, Jeong In, Chang Bin, and Min Ho, you were quickly acquainted with the boys.

Though you insisted that you should go as to not invade on their practice, Chan now argued that you should stay and see what your soulmate packed in terms of talent. You shyly accepted his request and found yourself sitting against the back wall, your eyes on the boys as the music started up again and they began to dance.

You were in awe the entire time and, though there were a few mistakes made that were called out and quickly corrected, you couldn’t help but be entranced by how fluid it seemed to pull together. You were no expert on dancing, but this was amazing. They were so in sync that you were absolutely astounded.

By the time that the practice was coming to an end, in the early hours of two in the morning, you were beginning to doze off, having trouble keeping your eyes open. At the feeling of someone crouched in front of you and a shadow blocking the bright overhead lights, you pulled your eyes open once more to see Ji Sung in front of you, looking at you like you were some new specimen he had just discovered.

“Chan, do you want me to take them home?” he questioned, not quite trusting you to drive yourself.

There was a moment of hesitation from the leader before he gave the affirmative. “Just call a taxi so you’re not walking, alright?”

There was only a hum in response as Ji Sung helped you to your feet, walking with you out of the practice room and up to your car. He remained silent the entire time, either too shy (which seemed unlikely based on Hyun Jin’s description of him) or unsure what to say. By the time both of you were buckled into the car and you had passed your keys over to him, he had come up with what to say.

“Do you want to know what you’ll be?” he inquired, earning a curious yet visibly tired raise of the brow from you.

“You’ll be a Y/D/J,” he smiled at you, his eyes glittering almost brightly as they had in the dream. “It seems really interesting,” he admitted.

“So does being a musician,” you responded, punching in your apartment complex into the GPS on your dashboard.

“It’s fun but it’s really tiring,” he admitted, “but, as soon as we hit our break-even, we’ll get our first paycheck which I’m really looking forward to.”

“You’ll be rich in no time, Ji Sung,” you chuckled, sinking down into the seat as the rumble of the car started up, trying to pull you into sleep.

“I’ll order you an Uber so you don’t have to walk or call a cab,” you spoke out of the blue, pulling your phone from your pocket and going to the Uber app you kept lying around in your apps. Clicking on it, you did what was necessary to get Ji Sung back to his dorms safely, glad that he hadn’t put up any objections. Once the ride was secure, you put your phone away.

“Thank you for that, Y/N,” he said quietly, looking over at you as you leaned your head against the window.

Ji Sung knew that he still needed to spend some time with you before he made any true decisions, but he was already sure he would enjoy every moment you and him spent together. Even though he was sure your initial interaction of silence and shyness wasn’t how you usually were, he was endeared by it.

The rest of the ride was silent, Ji Sung dwelling in his own thoughts, and you barely clinging to consciousness. When he pulled into the parking lot of the short and trashy apartment complex, he gently shook you to near complete awareness.

Checking the app on your phone, you saw that he still had about ten minutes before the Uber arrived, prompting you to ask the next question:

“Do you want to come in while you wait?”

There was a moment of shock before he accepted, following you up to your apartment.

“It’s not much,” you warned. “And I haven’t cleaned in a while, so it might be a bit messy.”

Ji Sung chuckled a little, a quiet “it’s fine,” passing his lips before you opened the door and let him in, flicking on the light. Taking your shoes off when you entered, you walked over to the ancient couch and sat down, gesturing for Ji Sung to follow.

“It’s more empty than messy,” he commented. “No photos of family or anything?”

“I don’t talk to them anymore,” you admitted. “I moved out here on my own when I turned eighteen and I’ve just been scraping by, y’know?”

“How old are you?” he questioned, realizing Hyun Jin had never revealed this information.

“Twenty. What about you?”

“Eighteen,” he admitted, suddenly becoming shy.

You chuckled a bit before, almost without thinking, reaching over and pinching his cheek. He gave you a shocked look at which you realized what you had done.

“I’m so sorry! Me and Hyun Jin do that all the time and I guess I wasn’t real-”

“It’s fine, I just wasn’t expecting it, is all,” he assured you, trying to suppress his laughter.

Just as he was going to get comfortable on the rather uncomfortable couch, your phone alerted you to the fact that his ride was that. Seeing him out the door, you waved goodbye before retiring for the night, a smile on your face while you did so.

Over the next few weeks, you had gotten to see more of the group that Hyun Jin was a part of. You had gotten to learn that Chan was an overachiever with creating music and working on choreographies and such. You had been employed to bring food to him more than once over the course of that week and, each time you did so, you got caught staying with him until four in the morning with him asking your opinion on whatever song he was working on at the time.

With Min Ho, you had gotten to know his love for dancing, the man even deciding to teach you BTS dances from when he was their backup dancer along with the chorus choreos for Stray Kids’ own songs. On more than one occasion, he had tried to convince you to adopt a cat or two, only stopping when you told him the cat would probably starve due to your lack of money.

Woo Jin was always a sweetheart to be around. Often times when you hung out alone with him, he was asking how you were, whether or not you’ve eaten, how you’ve been feeling and so on. On the days where you haven’t eaten anything, he would be the first to jump to cooking you food on their days off or going to get you and the boys something during break. He was funny and adorable and, like you did with Hyun Jin, you often found yourself pinching his cheeks.

Felix and Jeong In were almost a package deal, you had noticed. Every time you were around one, you were soon after joined by the other. Jeong In was shy at first, only offering short responses, smiles, waves, and so on. Felix, on the other hand, had gotten comfortable with you almost right away. In the end, both had become like little brothers to you and you couldn’t help but be happy to have met them. The younger Australian always told you stories about the other members, leaving your sides in pain by the time you were leaving. Jeong In told you stories about the people back in his hometown and, in return, you recalled the good times you had back in your own. All in all, hanging with them was always a great experience.

Hanging out with Seung Min often brought along joking about the other members as well as him telling you about his time on ASC. He spoke highly of his family and he told you what he could about his time spent in LA. You always let him do the talking and only gave vague details about your own past, never really stating the relationship you had with your family. Aside from talking about the past, he also told you jokes (that weren’t always funny) and talked about how it was being an idol, something you often liked hearing about as it sounded interesting yet extremely difficult and taxing on the body and mind.

As for Ji Sung, who you seemed to be hanging out with more and more as time went on, seemed to be the most energetic and talkative out of the nine boys. When you spent time with him during days he had off from practice, the two of you were often walking around town and, despite the occasional swarm of fans, you went relatively unbothered, even if there were cameras taking photos of the idol.

On days when you stayed in the practice room with them or waited in the with him while they were recording, the two of you often talked about everything you could before he was being called back to practice or to record. It often ranged from his love for music and his career to talking about your destined one. He occasionally brought up theories and ideas that related to the universe and such and, when it came to Hyun Jin, he wanted to know every minute detail about the friendship.

To you, Ji Sung was a sweetheart with a natural curiosity for things. If he didn’t know something, he would often ask to see if anyone else knew before taking to Google if they didn’t. He was always determined to get the answers to things and you found it endearing. When he wasn’t doing that, he was working on what he loved, that, of course, being music. You had seen him helping Chan in the studio more than once and, on one of the nights you had gotten trapped in the studio to assist Chan, he had been there. He had kept his eyes on you whenever you spoke, taking in your words and holding them to heart as he helped his leader.

Now, nearing the end of a month of knowing them, you felt like you had known them your whole life. They shared next to everything with you and trusted you greatly. They adored you and it was the same for you to them. However, as you sat at the table in the dorm with them, Felix brought up a point.

“How come you never tell us much about yourself?”

You shrugged as you took a bite of food that Chan had made. “It never really comes up, so why bother?”

“It really doesn’t matter,” Hyun Jin stepped in, giving you an I’m sorry for that look.

“But we’ve been talking to them for almost a month and all I know about them is that they had a few good childhood friends they like to play with. They’ve never once mentioned their family.”

“Look, I just don’t have a good relationship with them. It doesn’t matter.”

The room fell silent after that and, though you knew they had a right to be curious, it was still a bit frustrating. After all, if you didn’t offer the information, they didn’t need to press for it. The rest of the meal passed in silence, tension growing thick in the room. By the time everyone finished eating, Hyun Jin had told you to grab your things, telling you he would you walk home.

Once you did have your things together, ready to go, the two of you made your way out of the dorm. As soon as the door was closed behind you, he began to apologize for the others, claiming to feel horrible about them trying to push you to reveal the negative relationship with your family.

“It’s fine, Jinnie, really. I don’t care. I can just keep avoiding the question. Eventually, they’ll stop wondering.”

“Trust me, they won’t. They may not ask you about it, but they’ll still be curious and keep wondering about it.”

“Even if it that is the case, I’m not going to tell them anything until I feel comfortable enough. Sucks for them, but they’ll have to wait.”

Hyun Jin chuckled a bit at your ending sentence, nodding in understanding. “When I get back, I’ll tell them not to mess with you about it anymore, alright?”

“Thank you, Jinnie,” you responded, pinching his cheek lightly. “Don’t know what I would do without you.”

“Probably die,” he joked, earning a gentle elbow to the ribs from you as the two of you headed down to your car.

“Are you gonna stay over or no?” you questioned, pulling out your phone in preparation to kill your debit card to order Hyun Jin a ride back to the dorm.

“I’ll stay over for the night. I’ll have Chan bring me a change of clothes later. I feel since you got to start hanging out with Ji Sung and the others, we’ve not gotten time to just watch a movie and relax together.”

“You would be entirely correct, my beautiful friend,” you chuckled, climbing into your car once the two of you reached it.

Once you were sure both of you were secure in your seats, you began the drive back to your shitty apartment, ready to get your movie marathon on with Hyun Jin.

“You don’t have practice tomorrow, do you?” you questioned halfway back to the apartment.

“Nah. We have a free day.”

“Sweet. I would say we could hit the town but I’m damn near broke,” you pouted slightly. “We could go for a walk in the park, though. I might be able to throw something together for a picnic, too.”

“Don’t worry about that, Y/N. I can pay for food.”

“No! You’ve got other things to spend your money on-”

“Seriously, Y/N. Let me do this. Considering the fact that you’re struggling on your own as is, this is the least I can do. The only time you’re actually eating decently is with us and I’m almost tempted to move you in with us.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, now pulling into the lot for your apartment. While you appreciated his concern, you didn’t want him to waste money on you. Sure, your fridge may have been near empty and you could barely afford to pay your bills and rent, but you were fine. You didn’t need him to buy anything when you could pull things together.

Getting out of your car, the two of you headed up to your apartment, ready to settle in and relax. You remained quiet as you headed up, both of you lost in your own thoughts. The silence remained until you finally got to your apartment and walked in, making your way to the couch.

Once the two of you were comfortable, Hyun Jin took control of the remote, going through and trying to find a movie the two of you could watch. While he did that, you were on your phone, looking through your social media when you got a message from Ji Sung.

I’m sorry about earlier, Y/N. I really don’t know why they would ask that kind of thing… I trust that you’d tell us if you were comfortable.

You let out a quiet sigh through your nose before texting the male back. It’s fine, Sung. He had a right to be curious. There’s no harm there.

As an afterthought, you sent a follow-up message, telling Ji Sung to alert Chan that Hyun Jin would be staying at your place that night and would be with you most of the next day.

You didn’t really think much of it, especially considering you weren’t particularly feeling any special way towards your soulmate, but for Ji Sung, he had begun to wonder if you and Hyun Jin were more than friends with how much you hung out alone. Sure, it wasn’t his place to be upset about it since the two of you weren’t dating, but he was your soulmate, not Hyun Jin.

Will do, Y/N!

You smiled a bit at the phone before setting it next to you at the alert that Hyun Jin had finally found a movie. With your head now on Hyun Jin’s shoulder and the movie beginning, the two of you had a nice little movie night.

From when you had first discovered Ji Sung being your soulmate in December, a few months had passed and landed you in March. It was raining outside as you made your way home from work, ready to just crash and sleep for the rest of the night. Your workday had been horrible and the people who had come into the restaurant were the most snobby people you had ever had to serve in your life.

At one point, after they made fun of your work friend Amy, you were ready to snap at them. Who the fuck did they think they were? Making fun of your friend… They’re fucking ridiculous! However, you held it in and forced yourself to be pleasant, though you did throw foul glanced at them every now and then in annoyance.

Now, back at your complex and ready to head up to your room, you were glad to be out of the bad two hours you had at the end of your shift. After grabbing your bag from the passenger side of your car, you headed up to your apartment, only to feel your heart drop at the yellow sheet of paper that had been taped to your apartment door. In large, black letters at the top was 7 Days Eviction Notice.

Taking the paper down from your door, you read it over several times while standing in the hall, unable to believe your luck. You were about ready to break down right then and there, but you managed to keep yourself composed enough until you got into the apartment. The paper was partially crumpled where you held it. Your eyes threatened to spill the tears that were beginning to form and your breathing had gotten short and rapid as you tried to control yourself.

You didn’t know what to do, really. Your landlord wasn’t giving you any chances to pay him back this time, calling it an “Unconditional Quit” because you had been late on your rent too many times, most recently being this month because you hadn’t had enough to pay for it after all your other bills and concerns.

Doing what you knew to do best in a bad situation, you grabbed your phone and called Hyun Jin. Pressing the phone to your ear, you were still trying to control your breathing and calm down from the news that had made your day increasingly worse.

When the phone was finally answered, it wasn’t Hyun Jin on the other line, but Ji Sung.

“Hyun Jin’s in the shower and left his phone out here,” he informed, “but what’s up?”

You could hardly care about who was on the phone right now as the waterworks you had been trying to hold back opened up and you began to talk, unable to care about how horrible you sounded. By the time you had finished, still with no word from Ji Sung, your shoulders were shaking and you were hiccuping.

“Do you have much you need to pack?” he questioned after a second.

“N-No. Just my clothes and a ph-hoto or two,” you responded, trying to answer with as little of a hiccup as possible.

“Pack those and then make your way over here. You’re not gonna go homeless, alright?”

“I c-can’t do that, Ji Sung… You alre-”

“You’re staying with us. You’re not in a position to decline that.” his voice was stern, something you’ve never heard from him before. “If I have to, I’ll come over and help you, but you’re coming to the dorms once your stuff is packed.”

In the background, you heard Hyun Jin speak, asking who was on the phone and why Ji Sung seemed to be frustrated with something. Instead of responding, Ji Sung passed the phone to Hyun Jin.

“Y/N? What’s going on?”

“I… I got evicted today. I have a week to move out,” you muttered, suddenly feeling ashamed.

“Oh… Oh no… I’ll go talk to Chan and let him know you’re staying over for an indefinite amount of time. Ji Sung will be over to help you pack, alright. We can try to sell the couch, bed, TV and stand for some money, alright?”

“I don’t need help packing, Jinnie… I don’t have much anyways.”

“Still, I feel Ji Sung should help you a bit. Emotional support, you know?”

You let out a sigh before finally giving in and agreeing, soon getting off the phone with Hyun Jin.

While you waited for Ji Sung, you grabbed the bags you had moved into the apartment with and began to pull clothes out of your closet, folding them before putting them in one of the three bags. By the time you were halfway done with filling the first bag, there was a knock at the door.

Walking out to the front door, you pulled it open to see Ji Sung, the man’s hair sticking to his forehead from the rain. As soon as the door was open, he had pulled you into a hug, probably in an attempt to comfort you. Light from the soulmate marks spilled into the room and hall, only muted slightly by his arms around you.

“Let’s get to packing, huh?” you said after a moment, waiting for him to release you.

Closing the door, you led him to your small room that had clothes spilled out onto the bed and three bags sitting open at the end. It was a pitiful sight, really. Three bags that could easily hold all your clothes and photos. You were, to put it simply, almost the poorest of the poor.

However, there didn’t seem to be any judgement from the man beside you. If anything, he only seemed intent on getting you out of the apartment and into an area where you wouldn’t have to starve in an attempt to pay bills.

“How come you never asked for help?” he spoke up quietly as you zipped the first, now full, bag closed.

“I didn’t want to bother anyone. I thought I could handle it, but… that clearly isn’t the case,” you responded.

As you went to pull the third bag towards you, Ji Sung stopped you, stepping closer to you. Once again, he wrapped his arms around you, holding you gently. His hands were settled in between your shoulder blades and he had rested his chin on your shoulder. This time, you hugged him back, holding him tight. The gentle, blue light that filled the room filled you with comfort, making you glad to have the one you were destined to be with by your side in your weakest moment.

Your chest had grown tight as you fought your emotions, trying not to cry again. Especially not where he could see you. You didn’t want to be seen as someone who was weak. Someone who would cry when they had friends who were probably more than willing to help out.

“Y/N…,” Ji Sung spoke as he pulled away, cupping your face in his hands and looking you deep in the eye. “You don’t have to be afraid to ask for things. I know it can be hard but… you have people around who are always here for you. You have Hyun Jin. You have me. You have the boys. I’m sure there are people at work who care about you as much as we do. You aren’t alone. You never have been and you never will be.”

You could feel your throat close and the heated trail of tears begin to fall. The sweetheart in front of you wiped away your tears before pulling you out of your room and setting you on the couch, kneeling before you.

“I’ll finish packing your stuff and you can turn in your key. We’ll be out of here as soon as you’re ready, alright?”

You nodded slightly before stopping him from getting up. Your next words came out unfiltered.

“I’m sorry you got stuck with me as a soulmate,” you choked.

His eyes went dark and he scooted closer to you, taking your hand in his own. “Don’t ever say that. I wouldn’t ask for anyone else to be with, Y/N. You’re stronger than anyone I know. You beat Chan out of the park. You are all I could have asked for.”

Almost without thinking, you squeezed his hand tightly, glad to have him. The light around you only solidified the somewhat dream-like idea of him as your one and only. You knew he believed what he said and, while you had your own difficulties, you appreciated it more than anything.

When he pulled his hand out of yours and the light died down, you felt empty again. You watched as he retreated to your room and, after a few moments, you stood and grabbed the key to your apartment, ready to take it down to the office. Blocking the door from closing with a shoe, you headed out and made your way to the main office, Ji Sung’s words running through your mind the entire time and putting a small smile on your face.

Once you reached the office, it was a matter of pulling together your courage and pushing open the door. Taking a deep breath, you grabbed the handle and pushed, walking in. With your key in hand, you approached the desk and dropped your key on it. The woman working there looked up and gave you a distasteful look.

“Moving out day one of your eviction?”

You nodded, your face stern and set in stone.

“Well, it was nice having you, Y/N. Such a shame to see you go.”

You didn’t bother much with hearing any more of the woman’s sarcastic remarks and, instead, you made your way back to the apartment room. Pushing the door open, you saw Ji Sung standing with the photo of Hyun Jin and you in his hands, the last bag still open on the couch.

“You two never dated, did you?” he questioned, looking up when he heard the creak of the door.

“Me and Jinnie? No! We’re like siblings. It would be weird,” you responded, walking over and looking at the photo as well. You smiled at the memory of the day you two had when Amy had snapped the candid photo of you and your best friend.

“When was this taken?”

“About a week after I moved in here. Me, him, and my friend, Amy, had decided to go on a walk through the park. Amy is working towards becoming a photographer, so she had her camera on her to snap some photos for her portfolio. Him and I had been talking about something, I don’t remember what now, but he had made some joke and that’s when Amy snapped the photo,” you recalled, the smile never leaving your face.

Ji Sung nodded as he turned, gently placing the photo on the top of your clothes before zipping it up and pulling the straps together, securing them with the velcro latch attached to one. He picked up two in one hand and one in the other, beginning to move towards the door and head out. You stopped him and removed one of the bags from his hand, shouldering it.

Taking lead, you grabbed your keys off of the hook you would never see again, put on your shoes and headed out, ready to leave and deal with only paying Chan for your stay at the dorms.

Once out of the building, the two of you rushed to your car, tossing the bags into the backseat before hopping into the front. You were chuckling and out of breath. Your head, now drenched, was leaned against the headrest as you tried to slow your breathing.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” Ji Sung said out of nowhere, causing your cheeks to flush.

“I- Thank you, Ji Sung,” you commented, looking over at him. “You’re handsome yourself.”

He smiled sheepishly at you before grabbing the keys that had been left abandoned on your thigh, pushing them into the ignition. “Why don’t we head home now?”

You nodded and turned the key, feeling the car start beneath you. With that, you began the drive to the dorms, ready to move into your new, temporary home.

You ended up sharing a room with Hyun Jin, Ji Sung, and Seung Min. Chan completely opposed the idea of you sleeping on the couch and preferred you to sleep in one of the rooms. He also opposed the idea of you sleeping on the floor, leading you to be sharing with Hyun Jin. It wasn’t as though the two of you didn’t sleep in the same bed whenever he had stayed at your place, now it was just a slight bit more weird, knowing that your soulmate was in the room with you now.

Across the first week in the dorms, you had gotten a lot closer to Ji Sung than you had prior to him coming over and helping you move out. You had also summoned the courage to tell the boys about the background you had with your family and the reason why you had saved only enough to move out and into an apartment.

The boys often made jokes at you and Ji Sung, telling you guys not to be alone in a room together for too long and so on. They knew the two of you weren’t dating still, but they found fun in the blushes and embarrassment it caused the two of you.

It was nice living with them, really. You had consistent and decent meals and, when the boys were at practice, you always found something to do to entertain yourself while they were away. Usually, it came in the form of singing your heart out to music and cleaning while you did so.

About half a month had passed since you moved in when the boys, finally having a day off from practice and shows, decided to sit down with you and watch a movie. While you were in the kitchen making bowls of popcorn for them, you felt someone come up behind you and put their arms around your waist. You jumped at the contact before turning and see Ji Sung, his cheeks red now.

You chuckled at him, shaking your head. As you moved to finish the popcorn, he suddenly blurted the question that had been plaguing his mind for weeks. “Will you be mine?”

Now, it was your turn to blush. It felt as though flames had enveloped your entire head as you turned to look him in the eye.

“I mean, I don’t think I can oppose to that,” you stated. “After all, I do have the best soulmate.”

From the doorway of the kitchen, there was an “ew” before Felix, who had been the one to witness it, shouted out to the others

“Ji Sung and Y/N are dating now! Do we have to move them to a different room?”

This was followed by a chorus of laughter that you and Ji Sung ignored as he took your hand in his own, squeezing it tightly before leaning over and speaking quietly into your ear.

“I still stand by my statement that you’re the best soulmate I could have ever asked for.”

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[insearchofnewdreams]

Monster Mania

So before leaving to the con it started to snow,40 degrees and It was light flurries and my outfit for the con was extremely thin;;my mother wasn't feeling well but managed to bare a car ride to the hotel.

I layered up a small bit and then I was dropped off at crowne plaza (my parents came later but lmao I spent 90% of this trip alone)

I got scanned at about roughly 5:20,the photo OP was set for 5:45 but uh..the map wasnt working in the hotel and I was rlly scared I'd get lost- (staff was extremely helpful bless)

The photo OP room was pretty packed,there was a table to the side for those who had QR codes for their photos. The tickets would be printed out right then and there so I took care of that,literally took like 20 seconds

But then when I went to the lady..this happened

This lady was legit just fucking baffled and honestly even I was taken aback like whO THE FUCK WOULDN'T WANNA SEE JAMES JUDE COURTNEY,WHY AM I FIRST??? HELLO??

My mom has a theory that went I left the lady went to tell James that I was waiting and what I looked like so go get ready lmao which i kinda doubt is true but *shrug*

I spent some time checking out the vendors that they had and essentially getting myself more well known with the hotel which is pretty massive. I came back ten minutes later just like she said but when I came. I was only the 5th person in line specifically for James (there were people behind me but I think most people came more for his autograph rather than his photo ._. )

They had this giant curtain set up with a red monster mania backdrop and man,the flash of that camera was bright as hell way before I even got into that small space

Blinding queEn.

Anyway, I waited maybe 15 minutes??? Not for my group to get a move on but for other groups who were taking photos with Nick Castle. After that the lady called the group I was in over,to get in another line and she kindly asked that whatever you DIDNT want to be in your photo, remove it and place it on the table. I hurriedly took my shit off bc I was prepped for snow and had rlly yet to get comfortable so I put my bag down,earmuffs and my jacket. Once I was up next in line,i saw him

You bet your ass I panicked cause OOG TALL I GOT REALLY DISTRACTED

Yea that's right ya girl considered bailing for a quick second because I was having a mental breakdOwN,I've never done this before and I was so caught up in my own thoughts that I was doing everything in my power to not go any further.

Until,the camerawoman called me up.

At this point I was deadass mentally yelling at myself for every step until I heard something that didnt rlly uh...register until I left the photo OP room

I..dont talk to people, I'm not the most social person on the planet irl. And when u DO speak it's rather soft and quiet

Yet here my ass is

Chatting it up w big chungus over here. I think he picked up that I was shy because 1) no doubt he saw me in line kinda having a stroke

2) he responded back with equal softness almost like he didnt want to give me that wild burst of energy ,not wanting to raise his voice to further give me anxiety that was alREADY LIKE FUCKING THROUGH THE DAMN ROOF

I was so out my comfort zone, by myself??? In crowds of people I dont know, in an area that I'm not familiar with,SOCIALIZIN G

3) when he initially grabbed me I got one of those'its ok" comfort squeezes but like at the same time it had the "I'm really excited you're here!!" Idk if that makes sense but ehcK.

I always say I dont do well with people, cant English for shit,no doubt I have social anxiety and am a little too quiet when speaking but this whole interaction was so different

This whole process happened in less than 15-20 seconds and it felt like h ours since the second I opened my mouth to say hello,it was almost like time itself has come to a complete halt.

And the energy that came off of James was something I've really never felt before,it was laid back enough to where all my anxiety just vanished but upbeat enough that I felt extremely welcome and safe,cozy even UwU

In turn that lady was right- he was excited,beaming even. I could legit feel it when he put his arm around me and gave me that squeeze to a point where I was cuddling into him and something about really made me laugh cause it was just so cute- i cant even put it into words it was just so uplifting and soft and hHHHhHHhHHHHhhhhH

(Currently in the process of redrawing my photo OP so yall will see that gushiness later I'm so sorry for rambling but I need a way to explain that man's energy)

[cultix]

Chapter 3

Blood boiled. Ryan stormed through the hallways, emitting a dangerous aura. Everyone scrambled to get out of his way. This day has not been good. First, some new freshie kid decided to test him. Next, Travis stands up for the new freshie. Travis! Travis! Why would he do that? What was the reason? Were they friends? Why? How? No, the freshie just moved here, Ryan made sure of that after he sent Wilbur to go and do a quick background check. No one had seen the small blonde boy before.

So, why had Travis done that? Why did he yell at him? A slice of sadness interrupted the burning mass of anger. Ryan stumbled, before forcing it down and continuing his march. He stormed out the doors of the highschool, creating a loud boom as they hit the wall. Wilbur trailed him hesitantly, not wanting to anger him more. Ryan stopped in front of the school, taking multiple deep breaths.

“Where’s Altrive?” Ryan finally said to Wilbur. He seemed to be coming out of a rage induced trance, finally noticing the boy wasn’t with them.

“He said he was near the back of the school,” Wilbur said.

Ryan let out a harsh huff, before relaxing his stance. “Wait, why?”

“He got into a fight,” Wilbur said, tucking some of his black hair out of his face into his signature black beanie. “He went to the nurse’s.”

Ryan was immediately off, speed walking to the back of the school. “Is he ok?”

Wilbur nodded, “It wasn’t bad injuries, one of the teachers made him go to the nurse’s.”

Ryan nodded in acknowledgment as they rounded the corner.

A familiar figure was sitting leaning against the wall, staring off into space with a pair of earbuds in.

As the two boys approached, Altrive looked up. His face was bruised, and dried blood spotted his face. Altrive stood up against the wall, leaning against it heavily. His bright jacket was covered in dust. Altrive kept his hand against the wall and his face was paler than usual.

“Are you okay?” Ryan asked softly.

Altrive nodded softly.

“Are we going to go?” Wilbur asked.

Ryan waited for a second, looking over at Altrive. A silent ‘Are you good to go?’ Altrive sighed for a second before pushing off the wall and smiling at both of them. Simultaneously, the trio walked toward the car park. They slid into a small car. The close friends looked like clockwork. Wilbur in the driving seat, Ryan in the passenger and Altrive in the back.

Immediately Altrive pulled his hoodie on his head, putting his head on the window to sleep. Ryan broke his gaze from the mirror where he was staring at his friend and looked out the window.

‘Sweater Weather’ by the Neighborhood started playing softly through the car as Wilbur put on his playlist. The song affected Ryan’s mood even more as he reflected over the day.

Ryan frowned as the song kept playing, a small twinge of nostalgia rang through himself. He pressed his tongue to the roof of his mouth as a small pressure built behind his eye. He would not cry. The silence in the car was both comfortable and unbearable. Ryan’s thoughts ran circles in his mind, making him want to yell. What could he do, what could he do? Ryan felt the car slow and stop, snapping out of his daze again.

“Are you okay?” Wilbur asked as Ryan recognized they were outside of his house.

Ryan nodded, not responding or meeting his gaze. Wilbur paused for another second before giving a small nod.

“Au revoir,” Wilbur called as Ryan closed the door.

Ryan waved at him, giving a quick glance again at Altrive, who was still sleeping with his hood up against the window.

Ryan entered the house, cool air enveloping him.

“How was school?” His mom asked robotically.

“Good,” Ryan lied, his voice monotone as usual.

Ryan quickly walked up the stairs, shedding his backpack and throwing it into the corner of his room.

He collapsed on his bed, letting out an exhausted sigh. He brought his hands up to his face, trying to once more process what happened today.

He stayed like that for a few minutes, face in his hands, splayed out on his bed with his legs dangling off the edge, just focusing on his breathing.

With an annoyed groan Ryan sat up. He angrily shrugged off his jacket, throwing it out into his room. He winced slightly as he heard it knock some things down. He stared at his backpack before shrugging and deciding he wasn’t going to fuck with his homework right now.

He stood up, looking around his room in a state of boredom. His gaze lingered on his closet before snapping back to his desk. A pile of books stood abandoned on the floor near it. Old yearbooks stacked from first grade.

Ryan sat down near the stack, grabbing the first one on the top. He haphazardly flipped through the pages.

He got to his first grade class. He smiled at the page.

I always hated that teacher. He thought, looking at the boomer. Fuck you, for telling me building legos wasn’t a job.

A thought entered his mind, but he immediately shook it off. He felt the smile melt off his face. His gaze fell across the class. He was smiling stupidly in the photo. His eye dragged across familiar face, and eventually he started scowling, looking for a blonde boy in the crowd, just to make sure.

He was near the end of the page when his gaze stopped on a young version of Travis. His hair was still short, and he was dressed nice.

Ryan scoffed and slammed the book shut, picking up the next one, repeating the process.

He grew angrier every time there was a lack of the freshie and he saw Travis evolve throughout the years.

By the time he got to sophomore year he could barely focus on the paper, his mind racing at a million miles an hour.

What was the reason Travis stood up for him? Is something special about him? Did I do something wrong? Why does he hate me? What did I do?

In a fit of rage Ryan flipped the paper too harshly,causing a large tear to start from the bottom. He stopped, staring at the tear. He felt something on his face, something hot and wet. He wiped away tears, swearing quietly. Why was he crying? He didn’t care over some stupid book. Over some stupid people. Over some stupid fr-.

Ryan shook his head, wiping away tears. He grabbed an old water bottle and chugged stale, warm water. He took a deep breath, leaning against the wall. He had pushed the yearbook away from him in the fray. Now, he grabbed the book and pulled it closer, looking where he had turned to.

It was the class two years up, seniors.

He scanned the unfamiliar senior class, looking across faces. One kid near the end of the page caught his eye. Heterochromia, interesting. He was scowling in his photo, blonde hair falling over his brown and blue eyes.

He looked at the name.

Joko Matthews

The name was familiar, almost as if he’d heard it around.

Ryan put the book down, leaning against the wall, staring into space.

Joko, Joko, where had he heard it?

Ryan closed his eye. Should he start his homework? Or take a nap?

Before he knew it, he woke up later in the day. Time felt like jelly and he didn’t know how long he had slept. Whatever, he just won’t do his homework today.

He stood up, sitting back down on his bed after stretching.

Something was off, he was missing something. He was thinking about something before he fell asleep. Was it Altrive? Was Altrive okay? Should he text him?

He picked up his phone, opening it quickly.

He opened his messages, Altrive was on the top of the list, right above Wilbur.

Are you good? He messaged quickly before closing his phone.

The reply was almost instant.

Yeah, just was really tired lmao.

Ryan scoffed at his phone, knowing that it probably wasn’t true.

Who did you fight? He messaged.

Some kid who was talking shit about you lol. Told him to shut up and he said to fight him, so i did.

Ryan smiled, shaking his head.

You’re crazy. He replied.

What’s your point? Altrive messaged back.

See you tomorrow lol. Ryan messaged.

Gn. Altrive said.

Ryan sighed, exiting the contact and turning his phone off, smiling. He felt better.

His gaze flickered around his room, going from his closet to the corner where his backpack was, to his desk. His gaze glazed over the pile of books sitting scattered in a messy pile on the floor before he did a double take, snapping back to them.

One was open to a senior class, while the others were closed. His gaze focused on a familiar face. Ryan felt his smile fall off his face before reforming as a smirk.

He laughed to himself, alone in his room. Why didn’t he think of it before?

The whispers on the street, between the hallways. He knew that name was familiar.

If you ever need help, go to Joko. He’ll know what to do.