#2. decided to go eat since the restaurant tables might be full if we eat later

[telemi]

An entire night out with my fam ruined bc of my brother 🙁

#！talks ᪤ 🗞️ % #！rants ᪤ 🗑️ % #literally so embarrassing #i was still hungry when he came into the restaurant and started screaming at my mom to take him home #mind you hes NOT a child #hes past the age of being a minor he should be responsible for himself #not drag everyone out just to take him home #and mind you we literally just — #1. entered the mall #2. decided to go eat since the restaurant tables might be full if we eat later #3. goes home after eating bc of my brother #i would understand if he had something important he had to do but no #he just wanted to play video games #fukcing bitch spoiled brat diggly wiggly ass sucking face #i still love him but if he continues to act like a brat in public then 🧍😟 #imagine an adult throwing a baby tantrum yeah thats him

[tyuninthemirror]

— blender: c.yj

— pairing: idol!yeonjun x idol fem!reader — genre: angst — word count: 1702 — disclaimers: not proofread! mentions of eating, signs of cheating, adding of minor characters (lee know, bangchan and hwiyoung) — synopsis: part 2 to bad omens. — series masterlist

— author's note: i'm back and kickin'!!! a bit rusty and short, but i hope you enjoy it!! alsoooo! do let me know if you think part 3 should be a happy ending or not XD

"Y/N!" Minho called as you entered the JYP practice room. You smiled and ran over to your cousin, giving him a big hug.

"Uh, hi, I'm here too," Bangchan interjected.

"Hi, Chan," you chuckled, hugging the other boy. "What are you guys up to?"

"Just planning a special stage," Bangchan answered, grabbing a bottle of water from the table. "Congratulations on your comeback! Did you receive our bouquet?"

"Of course I did," you grinned, unlocking your phone to look for a photo of the said bouquet. "I posted it on my SNS and all!"

After a couple of minutes of catching up, you, Minho, and Bangchan make your way to the cafeteria to grab some food. It wasn't unusual to see you at JYP since you and Minho met up almost every week.

"So, Y/N," Minho said, clearing his throat as you three sat down with your food. "Are you seeing anyone?"

"Do I have to answer that?" you chuckled, looking down at your food.

"So you are?" Bangchan teased, wiggling his eyebrows. "Who is it?"

You were just as close to Bangchan, so it wasn't embarrassing to share details like that, but when you didn't answer, a frown formed on both their faces.

"L/N Y/N, don't tell me you're still doing that thing with Choi Yeonjun?" Minho growled. Your eyes watered at the tone of his voice.

"Y/N," Bangchan sighed, "I know he's a great guy, but you shouldn't waste any more energy on someone who can't reciprocate your feelings…"

"Easier said than done," you mumbled. "You know how much he means to me."

Besides the other TXT members, only Minho and Bangchan knew about your arrangement with Yeonjun. Although they were good friends with TXT, they knew what was going on wasn't healthy for you at all.

"He might be your first love, but he doesn't have to be your last, you know," Minho said, grabbing your hand from across the table. His heart ached for you, you were one of the sweetest and most giving people he knew, and he was watching all of that being taken advantage of. "It's not the end of the world if you don't end up with him."

"Why don't you try seeing other people?" Bangchan suggested with a small smile.

"Wouldn't that be unfair to the other person?" you asked.

"That's literally what Yeonjun is doing," Minho rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, but…"

"Look, Y/N, what if you just went out for coffee? Like not a date, but you just hang out and have coffee?" Bangchan explained. You thought about it for a moment, it didn't sound like a bad plan.

"That sounds okay," you nervously chuckled. "Alright, I'll try to ask someone to get coffee with me."

"Don't worry, we already have someone in mind." Minho mischievously grinned.

"Y/N!!! Welcome~" Huening Kai sang as you entered the VIP room of the restaurant.

"Kai," you chirped, hugging him, careful with the wine in your arms. "Congratulations on your first Inkigayo win!"

"Is this for us?" Soobin grinned, pointing at the bottle.

"Of course," you giggled, passing it to the taller boy. Your eyes landed on Yeonjun who was chatting away with Taehyun. When he meets your gaze, he winks at you, and your heart skips a little beat.

Bang PD decided to throw a small celebration dinner for TXT on their first Inkigayo win, and you were invited by Kai earlier that day. You looked around the room to see some Seventeen members and other HYBE staff.

"Oh? Is it just us?" you asked, noticing that the seats were nearly full as you took a seat next to Beomgyu, giving him a side hug. It was your indirect way of asking if Yunjin would show up today.

"Yeah, just a small dinner celebration," Beomgyu responded. You hear the chair scraping and you turned to the other side to see Yeonjun sitting on the seat on your other side. He throws an arm over your shoulder.

"Hey, miss me?" he whispered in your ear. You feel your face heat up as you respond with a nod.

With how Yeonjun was acting, you knew she wasn't showing up tonight. Whenever Yunjin would be somewhere you two were, Yeonjun was always distant, and quite frankly, would act annoyed at you. But whenever she wasn't, forget his 'stop hurting yourself speech', he'd be just as into you as you were into him, and you loved the attention. So did he.

You were sharing a 6 person table with boys, and you watched gleefully as Taehyun began cutting the meat on the grill.

"Are you coming over after dinner?" Kai asked excitedly. Besides Yeonjun, you spent a lot of time with Kai because of your similar interests in food and movies, so oftentimes you'd go to their dorms to hang out, and of course, end up in bed with the eldest member.

"Obviously," Yeonjun snickered from beside you.

"I can't," you scratched the back of your neck.

Five pairs of eyes look at you in shock. You've never said no to staying over before, not even when you had a schedule to get to at 4 am in the morning.

"Damn," Soobin whispered. "Are we in an alternate universe or did a clone come and replace Y/N?"

"Got plans later, Y/N?" Beomgyu asked, nudging your side.

"Yeah, actually," you nervously replied. "I'm meeting a friend later."

"But it's like 9 pm now," Huening Kai pointed out.

"Well yeah, we're just getting coffee," you explained.

Beomgyu's eyes widened. "Are you going on a date?!"

Yeonjun nearly choked on meat at Beomgyu's words. You? Going on a date at night?

"That doesn't sound too safe, Y/N," Yeonjun frowned. Beomgyu rolled his eyes at Yeonjun's remark. Though he knew about you both, he didn't like the arrangement. You were friends with all the members, and although Yeonjun was like their brother, they didn't like how toxic your relationship with Yeonjun was.

"I'll be fine," you waved it off, popping another piece of meat in your mouth. "Besides, it's not a date, we're just meeting for coffee."

You kept telling everyone that it wasn't a date, but you made it a point that if Yeonjun asked you to not go tonight, you would cancel your plans.

"Well, who are you meeting?" Yeonjun demanded to know.

"Hwiyoung from SF9."

"Yeonjun, calm your ass down," Beomgyu groaned, annoyed as Yeonjun continued to pace back and forth the living room where the other boys sat playing games.

"It's almost midnight and Y/N hasn't responded to my text," Yeonjun angrily muttered, glancing at his phone for the 6th time that evening.

"She's a grown woman, I'm sure she's fine," Soobin said, his eyes glued to the screen in front of him.

"Don't you rarely text her back anyway?" Taehyun asked.

"He's just angsty because Y/N finally decided to see someone else," Beomgyu snickered. "Don't expect her to text you back till tomorrow morning."

Yeonjun glared at the younger boy, annoyed. He wasn't angsty, he was just worried.

"Hwiyoung though? They'd look good together," Huening Kai commented and the other boys nodded in agreement.

"She said they were just meeting up for coffee," Yeonjun reminded them, trying to keep his cool.

"Please, when you tell us you're getting coffee with Y/N, aren't you two at her place hooking up?" Soobin raised an eyebrow. "Is this any different?"

That remark shut Yeonjun up and a sense of dread filled him.

By the time it hit 12:30 AM without a word from you, he decided to call, even after the others told him not to.

"Yeonjun?" your voice said over the phone. Yeonjun let out a sigh of relief when he heard noise in the background, indicating that you were still out in public and not somewhere alone.

"Hey, Y/N, just calling to make sure you're home," he said, playing dumb. He definitely didn't think this through.

On the other line, you freeze up for a moment. Did Yeonjun just call to check up on you?

"Umm, I'm still out," you answered after a brief pause, peeking over to Hwiyoung who sat across from you.

"It's passed midnight, will you be done soon?" Yeonjun asked, his fingers crossed. Now that he thought about it, he doesn't remember the last time he called first.

"Yeah, soon?" you answered, unsure. You glanced at the watch on your wrist, you were having a great time with Hwiyoung you didn't realize it was already this late.

"Will you come over then? You could stay the night."

A thousand thoughts ran through your mind. You looked up to see Hwiyoung giving you a small encouraging smile.

"Alright, I'll be there soon," you say before ending the call. You give Hwiyoung a sad smile. "Sorry."

"Don't worry about it, Y/N. I should be glad you even agreed to meet up with me.," he chuckled, his contagious smile causing the corner of your lips to raise along with his. "You don't know how long I've asked Minho."

"He never told me," you shyly answered, a blush forming on your face. You felt like you were in high school all over again.

You spent the night getting to know Hwiyoung and eventually managed to open up about your feelings for Yeonjun, not wanting to lead him on. You were surprised at Hwiyoung's understanding of the situation and even encouraged you to take your time to sort things out.

"Will I get to see you again?" Hwiyoung asked just as you were about to part ways.

"Of course," you nodded. He moves closer to give you a hug which you gladly reciprocate, and you can't help but feel the difference between hugging Yeonjun and hugging Hwiyoung.

"See you soon, Y/N."

You ended up in bed with Yeonjun that night, but you couldn't help but feel guilty. Hwiyoung was nice and understanding, and you knew he liked you, just like how you liked Yeonjun, but you couldn't help but feel bad about being in Yeonjun's arms that night when you just had a great time with Hwiyoung.

And then you began to wonder, did Yeonjun ever feel bad about sleeping with you when he was out there chasing someone else?

#txt fanfic #txt x reader #txt imagines #txt x you #txt angst #txt scenarios #yeonjun x reader #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #yeonjun angst #yeonjun x oc #yeonjun x you

[bluuff]

hi I have request but could you maybe make sub Mikey when you and him are eating out with his friends and suddenly you decide to stroke his cock and he moans but tries to keep it in then you guys both go to the bathroom and do things and go to your car and after you guys are done he says " thank you for making me cum I really loved it! " also can you have an afab! reader pls :)

𖤐 WHY IN PUBLIC? mikey !

🗯️ :: masterlist. reblogs are appreciated.

warning : mikey ⊹ fem!dom reader (no pronouns.), in public (restaurant/restroom), handjob, mommy kink

this was fun 2 write! ty for requesting :)

the brown shiny door slid open easily as you darted your eyes on the open entrance, displaying your boyfriend mikey walking his way to you. he sat down as he began fiddling with the hem of his sweater before speaking up. “hey (name).. me and the gang are going out, do you mind joining? i-i need company anyways..” knowing full well it’s not only that one reason.

“sure.” you let out before changing into proper clothing while he does to but in a restroom. mikey then went back to your spot and god, he looked so good: hair slicked back, baggy leather pants, polo sleeve and a necktie dangling freely. not his typical fit but the one that made you smirk. does he wanna be fucked into that get-up? minutes went by and you guys were now infront of a fancy looking restaurant with the gang following behind.

as everyone was in their sits, you can’t help but snake your hand under the table and down to mikey’s thigh, slowly leaving touches here and there making his stomach flutter as he let his mind dim thinking of you. some of the members were already ordering and chatting about bunkum nonsense whilst you continue to fluster him with movements, and accidentally touching his crotch and undoing his zipper fly before going in to squeeze the bulge.

“fuc- hng-! w-why in public..?” he whisper-yells at you, face scrunching in both pleasure and displeasure, cause why would you even do something like this in hell of a public? but you don’t give a single shit, you wanted to see him ruined and needy and you will get that aftermath. “hm? what was that?” you try to act dumbfounded and shot him a puzzled face as if you aren’t doing anything humiliating to his body.

“that! when you-” you cut him of as you pull out his manhood out of the thin fabric, lightly giving it a grasp. “hah- p-pleasee.. stop..” his tiny body already wasted from the tiny scintilla pleasure he’s getting. not to mention the hotness he also feels from the looks of confusion and outré of the manji gang members.

you still continued to play with his cock, rubbing on the pink glossy tip that’s producing little to little liquid, groping his base hard to stop him from cumming completely since it might paint the floor under you and make a mess. “hey, is he okay?” his bestfriend and also a founding member, draken blurts out to you in a concerning way. the yellow haired boy was yet huffing and leaving whiney-groan like sounds. he even tries to answer but you know he couldn’t due to your maneuvers.

“uh yeah! i think he’s fine. we might have to go to the restroom though and check if he has a fever or something. do you mind if we go right now?”

“yeah.. go ahead.”

that was all it tooks before going bending under the table and trying your best to not get suspicious on putting his tadger back in his pants. gesturing him afterwards to go follow you to a secluded area. shit, you couldn’t wait anymore and just pushed mikey inside the room and carry him to the sink.

the way he moves around turned tipsy due to drunken for pleasure. you take out his cock again, pushing two fingers in his mouth to make him suck it and fabricate drool; using it as lube afore going back into motion again. your hand moving in a vertical motion fastly. “mama—!” he whimpers weakly, gasping as saliva dribbles on the lip corner of his. he’s starting to get loud, tears pricking his eyes that glossed up in a pretty way and that only made you wanna go faster. so pretty. your pretty boy won’t be able to last long since there is someone outside the door but fuck it. you sped up your movements, stroking up and down really fast that he could almost feel as if you wanna make him cum and scream really loud.

“cumming cumming cummin'— wah-!!” he continuously babbles on and on, the same goes for the crystalline-gooey liquid oozing out of his red slit that drops down the sides of his manhood. he’s pretty tired by now since he had rested his head on your shoulder but other people were waiting so he had no choice but to clean up. you guys walked out the restroom, earning a few glances from strangers before going to sit down on the desk again, the boy limping behind and following you. when he was seated, he can’t help but lean to your shoulder once again before whispering the words..

“thank you for makin’ me c-cum, loved it.. love you.”

#★ : glo’s works ! #. . . glo’s event/celebs ！ #🗝️ : luv tokrev. #sub mikey #sub manjiro #sub manjiro sano #sub tokrev #sub tokyo revengers #tokrev smut #tokyo revengers smut #mikey x reader #manjiro sano x reader

[jeon-s-sins]

Forbidden 2 ⎸ Welcome, Little Sister

Warning : jk!dom; yn!dom; dry grinding; teasing; blue balls; denied ejaculation; curses; pet names; cock sucking ; and more 😉

Word count : 9.2k

Chapter’s song : Alone with you – Ashlee

n.a: English is not my first language, so I may have missed some mistakes while proofreading. This story was written a few years ago, so since I'm not happy with the result, I'm rewriting it completely today, keeping the same continuation as the first version. Anyway, thanks for understanding. I hope you enjoy this chapter, and I’ll see you for the next one. Enjoy reading it; please don’t forget to vote and comment.

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Busan | Jeon's apartment | 12:55 am | Jungkook's POV

The day after I punished my beautiful stranger, whose name I did not yet know, I had to go home. My father was planning his wedding to his new wife, which was fast approaching, so I had to try on the suit for the wedding.

The Paradise Hotel on Jeju Island belonged to my father, and he asked me if I would go to the wedding with him so he could put my name on the guest list. Not knowing myself, I told him I was going alone. Honestly, I didn't know who I was going with and didn't think about it during the last few days on the island. Besides, I was there with my friends and was more in the mood to party and enjoy the sun and the beach. 

The fact that I met my beautiful stranger and had a secret bestial relationship was not planned. I'm not usually the one-night stand type. What I had with her was inexplicable. It was not love at first sight because I don't believe in that nonsense. But I felt a strong attraction to her. 

In fact, I had been eyeing her since the evening my friends and I arrived at the hotel.

It was evening, and we had just put our luggage in our rooms. The advantage of staying in my father's big, famous hotel is that the top floor is fully furnished and private. Available only to family and guests. 

Tired, we all felt like we needed to stay in the hotel. But we, however, decided to go to the hotel's restaurant. That's when I saw her. Her skin was well-tanned, probably from sunbathing on her days off, and she was not very tall, which did not bother me. On the contrary, her body was beautifully proportioned, with curves where they belonged and a generous bosom. 

"Gentlemen, good evening. My name is Evie, and I will be your waitress for the evening. I'll leave the menu with you. Just wave to me when you've chosen." The waitress, Evie, left the menus with us before retiring.

When she returned to take our orders, I still hadn't decided what to eat, too focused on the beautiful waitress who had caught my eye and my full attention. 

"Take a picture. It will last longer." I didn't react to Seokjin's words at first. I stopped staring at the waitress when Taehyung kicked me under the table. 

"What?" My two friends laugh at me, and I don't see what's funny. 

"Stop looking at her like that. She might think you're a weirdo." 

"I can't, man. It's like she's the only one here. She's so beautiful, I can't take my eyes off her face. Which is completely stupid. I've never had that happen to me, with anybody." 

"It's called love at first sight, my young friend." Seokjin gives me a friendly pat on the shoulder. 

"This is ridiculous." That's all I can say now; love at first sight is stupid. It doesn't exist. 

I tried not to look at the pretty little waitress during the whole meal, but I couldn't. It's so ridiculous that I feel like locking myself in my room and not coming out until the day I leave for Busan. 

I couldn't avoid her for days after arriving at the hotel. Everywhere I went, she was there. It was as if we were magnets drawn to each other without the power to separate.

I tried. I tried not to cross her path, but every day was a failure. In the end, I accepted that I couldn't avoid her, even if she wasn't aware of my existence, and even if she was, I was just another customer in her eyes. 

During our first real encounter on the beach, when Taehyung sent the volleyball a little too far, and my little waitress took it in the back of her head, I thought this was the universe finally giving me a chance to talk to her. Without wasting any time, I jumped at the event.

Behind the rocks, I gave it my all. This was probably the first and last time I would have her in my arms and just for me, so I gave it everything I had. I thought if I gave it my all and she liked it, she would give me a chance to fuck her again. 

During that one time, I became even more addicted to this woman. No doubt she had enchanted me with her siren melody. That was the only possible explanation.

Then the hot night we had in my hotel room before I left a few days ago made me more dependent on her. I was so frustrated when the day of my departure came. So I took my courage in both hands, put my phone number into her phone, and sent myself a message with her phone to ensure I had her number. 

Since arriving in Busan, I kept checking my phone, hoping to get at least a little message from her. Anything, just to ensure I was not one of many with who she had a good time. I even spent hours staring at my phone screen before typing a message, only to delete it after.

After spending all day yesterday trying to convince me to forget her, or at least calm my passion and obsession for this woman, there she was. 

Holy shit. 

How did she know where I lived? No, wait. My future mother-in-law's daughter was moving in with us today. I'd never seen her before, but I'd heard the parents talk about her a few times. All the more so as the day she was to move in - today - was fast approaching. 

Don't tell me my beautiful waitress is my... 

"Jungkook, son. This is YN, your future little sister."  

Well done, Jeon. The one girl who haunts your thoughts and whom you've fucked turns out to be the one person in the world who is forbidden to you. My new family life was officially off to a good start. 

There was only one thing left to do. No matter how stupid, I couldn't show the parents we knew each other. In fact, we could. I could tell the truth and say I had met her on the island, leaving out our intimate moments. But before I had time to think, the words came out of my mouth. 

"Nice to finally meet you, YN." Poor thing, the little smile that adorned her beautiful lips slowly faded as I pretended I didn't know her.

She seemed hurt by my words, and I felt terrible. Right now, in her eyes, I must be a bastard. A jerk who had taken advantage of her, although that was far from the truth, it was too late to back out. 

I hoped that when we had time alone, away from the parents, I could make up for my stupidity and explain why I treated her like this. 

"Same, Jungkook." YN came to her senses and faked a small smile to be polite in front of the parents.

"Wonderful. We can eat now that the introductions have been made." Jihee, YN's mother, excitedly invites us all to the table. "Sweetie, leave your things here. We'll put them in your new room after eating."

Jihee takes YN by the arm and leads her to the table. Our eyes are locked on each other the whole time, forgetting for a moment that we're not alone. 

"Are you all right, son?" My father had approached me after the two women of the house had left. "I know YN's arrival may change things in our lives, but tell yourself it's for the best. All I ask is that you make her feel welcome and show her around when you have time". He pats me on the shoulder, and I nod, unable to find my voice. 

"Let's go."

 Busan | Jeon's apartment | 15:00 | YN's POV

The parents had to leave after the meal to continue preparing for their wedding. I took advantage of their absence to familiarise myself with my new room. 

As my things had arrived before me, my mother found time to put them in their proper place. I took the opportunity to unpack my suitcases and put the dirty clothes in the washing machine. 

While waiting for the machine to finish, I showered before getting dressed and settling down on my bed while I exchanged messages with Evie, updating her on my arrival at my new home. 

Evie: It's crazy. The only client you can sleep with is your future step-brother 😂.

YN: It's crazy, isn't it? I want to die ⚰️

Evie: Tell you what, now you've got all the time in the world to continue what you started on the island 😉.

YN: You need to understand the gravity of things, Evie. In time, Jungkook and I will become step-siblings. Such an intimate relationship is forbidden.

Evie: Who says that? 🙄

YN: I do. The parents. Society 😩

Evie: Fuck society and your parents (with all due respect to them), but you're not related by blood. Nothing is stopping you from having sex again if you really want to.

Evie: You only get one life. You might as well live it without regrets.

YN: Maybe, but if I let myself go, this story could end badly. 

YN: Since arriving, Jungkook and I have not had time to talk about what happened on the island. 

Evie: You said your parents were away, right? 

YN: Yeah 

Evie: So why are you wasting your time with me? 🙄 Take advantage of their absence to set the record straight and fuck like rabbits all over the house 😏

YN: Oh. My. God 😳

Evie: Go get your man, woman. I'm expecting some crunchy news tonight 😏

So now I find myself lying on my bed, weighing up the pros and cons of whether or not to listen to Evie's advice and take my chances with Jungkook. The idea of sleeping with Jungkook again is quite exciting and tempting at the same time. On the other hand, I know very well that the truth will come out one day, putting us in a bad situation with our parents. 

But temptation seems stronger than reason because I am standing in front of Jungkook's bedroom door in a flash, not knowing what to say. 

Letting go of my fears, I knock on his door once, then a second, and a third time, unsuccessfully. He must have left because he did not open the door for me. Or maybe he didn't want anything to do with me now that he'd tasted me. 

What a pity. At least I would have tried. 

As I turned to go back to my room and mourn my defeat at the hands of Evie, I thought my soul was leaving my body. 

Standing just a few feet from me in the living room was the person I had come to see. It's incredible how this man was able to be the most beautiful man in the world with nothing to show for it. Due to the summer heat, he wore only a loose black t-shirt and grey shorts, but Jungkook was still irresistible.

"Hi." He seemed shocked to see me, probably not expecting me to come to him.

"Hi," my voice was weak compared to what I expected. 

While in my room talking to Evie, I was still struggling to realize that Jungkook was no longer just a client I slept with but that he would become a member of my family in a while. Now that I had him before me, I finally realized how badly I had messed up. 

I shouldn't have given in to the urge. I should have been stronger than the urge to fuck this handsome stranger - who was no longer a stranger - and let reason win. Now it was too late to go back. I had to live with the terrible consequences of my choices. I just hope it doesn't complicate things between Jungkook and me. 

The tension in the air was palpable. His tense body and the surprised look on his beautiful face betrayed his nervousness. Which was understandable given the circumstances. From his point of view, I must have been in the same state as he was. 

"Step-siblings, eh?" He looked everywhere but at me. 

"By the looks of it, yes." His eyes locked with mine, and the air left my lungs. 

I don't know how we got so close that the distance between us was like a strand of hair. The warmth of his breath was soft against my face, despite the speed of his breathing. 

His gaze fell to my lips and lingered for a while before I could resist any longer and did the same as he did. Our lips were pressed together in no time as I joined in the kiss Jungkook had initiated. 

This is a bad idea, YN. You're already up to your eyeballs in shit, don't go any deeper into this shit.

But I wouldn't listen to reason. Once again, I let myself be dictated by lust. Once my desire was satisfied, there would be plenty of time to regret my actions. 

One of his hands rested on my cheek while the other took refuge in the small of my back before I moved closer to him and pressed our bodies together. The warmth of his body was comforting, inviting me to curl up even more against Jungkook. 

The hand on my cheek shifted the hair on my shoulder, giving him free access to my neck before finding his way back to mine as Jungkook broke our kiss. He placed soft kisses from my cheek to the hollow of my neck.

I had the feeling that nothing had changed. I could still see myself in the hotel while Jungkook and I indulged in pleasure without worrying about the risks or the future. Enjoy being unknown lovers, not knowing the weight of our actions on each other's social status. It's strange to say, but a few days ago, everything was easier, our only concern was not to be caught by the people working in the hotel, but the risk was still exciting and stimulating. 

Today, if we were ever caught, it would affect not only our relationship with each other but also our relationship with our parents. The last thing I want in this life is to see the disappointment in my mother's eyes. 

"Stop thinking so much, baby. I can hear the wheels turning in your head." Jungkook must have felt my body stiffening from the worry and endless thoughts polluting my head. 

"Let yourself go. Surrender to the pleasure." His words were separated by kisses on the sensitive skin of my neck, sending many shivers down my spine.

I took his advice and let myself go with his actions, kisses, caresses, and soft words he whispered in my ear as if he was afraid someone else would hear them while we were alone in this big apartment. 

My hands ran all over his body, which didn't seem to displease Jungkook, who let me do it without complaining, on the contrary. The few moans he couldn't keep back were a blessing to my ears and encouraged me to continue. 

My hands got lost in his hair, and when I tugged at it, from the sheer pleasure of his mouth on mine as his hand massaged my breast through my top, Jungkook pressed our intimacies together as a delicious growl escaped him.

He was driving me crazy. 

"Jump." He commands as his hands move over my butt to support me as my legs lock behind his back. Wasting no time, Jungkook sits on the couch, and I find myself in the Amazon position on top of him, my legs on either side. Our lips still pressed together, Jungkook uses his hands on my butt to roll my pelvis over the hard bulge hidden in his shorts.

"Jungkook," I moaned as I rolled my pelvis over his bulge, giving us both pleasure, and I couldn't help but throw my head back and moan his name. 

"Oh, for fuck's sake," Jungkook growled into the hollow of my neck. "Keep it up, babe."

His encouragement pushes me to increase the pace of my movements, bringing us a little closer to the edge of the cliff of pleasure, and in no time, I feel ready to jump into the great void and be wholly consumed by the fire of pleasure. 

I don't know when the parents will return from meeting with the wedding planner, but none of us care. 

It's only been a few days since we last slept together, yet I'm thirsty for him like someone lost in the desert, desperately seeking an oasis to quench their thirst. And that scares me. 

I don't know if everything happening between us is just an amusement for Jungkook, but I'm afraid I'll lose myself and fall into the abyss that holds the most profound feelings. I couldn't. It's wholly forbidden to me. 

Jungkook's passionate kisses bring me back to reality. To our reality. The one where parents, society, and the controversy of our situation did not exist. A world where our relationship was as normal as possible. 

His hand settles on my crotch, where my sex is already soaked from his attention. 

"From what I can see, my baby is already wet. Just for me. What a good girl." Moving my underwear to the side to give him direct access to my pussy, Jungkook strokes his middle finger across my slit, spreading my wetness across my sex. 

Desperate to have him inside me before the hypothetical arrival of the parents, I undo his shorts, and with his help, we are both naked against each other in no time. 

"Jungkook, please," I didn't know the real reason for begging him. Probably to get him to put his already hard cock into my pussy. 

"Be patient, babe. You'll soon have me inside you and beg me to fuck your pussy." 

Without waiting for me to come down from the cloud that his dirty words had carried me to, he grabs the base of his cock before stroking the thick head of his length over my slit. 

Occasionally, he tortures me by inserting only the tip of his cock inside before pulling it out as quickly as he pushes it in. This repeatedly happens until I get impatient and take him at his own game. When he pushes his tip into my pussy again, I take the opportunity to catch him off guard and move all the way down his length until his glans are kissing my cervix, wringing a whimper out of both of us.

"You little minx." His head tilts back as his mouth opens, releasing delicious moans, and his hands find refuge on my waist. 

Coming to his senses, he forces me up until only his tip is left inside me before pulling it back hard. Even though I am the one on top of him, he is still in charge. 

I love it when he's in charge. Unlike other sexual encounters I've had where my partners were either only concerned with their own pleasure or only focused on mine, Jungkook was perfect at balancing the pleasures so that we had the mutual pleasure. 

He would moan and groan, and I would respond by doing the same. Our screams and moans went together beautifully, making a beautiful symphony that even the most extraordinary composers of all time would be jealous of. Bach and Beethoven must be spinning in their graves with jealousy.   

With each thrust, he pushed me further and further to the edge. 

Everything around us had long since disappeared, and I'm sure if the parents came through the door, they would catch us red-handed without us being able to pretend nothing was happening. We were both so lost in pleasure as the other that nothing mattered to us anymore. 

To tell you the truth, I was even more excited about the idea that the parents might surprise us. 

Anyway, I hoped that none of the neighbors had come out of their houses by now because I'm sure they would have heard our moaning and crying with Jungkook. 

The knot that had long since formed in the pit of my stomach swelled with each of Jungkook's poundings as he pushed his cock into me. 

My walls closed around his length, increasing both of our pleasure. The tip of his cock caressed the most sensitive and pleasurable part of my body. And I wasn't afraid to let him know it. 

"Right there? Do you want me to keep going, baby? Do you want me to keep hitting your G-spot?" At this point, my hands gripped his shoulder tightly as my nails dug into his soft caramel skin.

"Yes, please don't stop." My movements had taken on the same cadence as Jungkook's, bringing us to the end of the road and increasing our pleasure - if possible.

"Far be it from me, baby." And as promised, he hadn't stopped chasing pleasure with me.

After several more thrusts, we jumped blindly into the void, holding each other. The knot had finally been untied, releasing a tremendous discharge of pleasure that made us convulse.   

Still gasping for breath, I could hear Jungkook's husky, deep voice whispering as his hands gently caressed my back. “Welcome, little sister.”

One week later | Restaurant | 20:30 o'clock | YN's Pov

It was Friday night, and it had already been a week since I arrived at my new home.

Things were going great with Jungkook. We took advantage of our parents' absence to hang out together, and when they returned home, we pretended nothing had happened. Apart from our forbidden relationship within the house's four walls, we had a best-friend relationship. 

Outside the walls of our rooms, we got along just as well, bickering and discussing trivial matters. During our many conversations, I got to know him a little better. He was charming, friendly, easy to talk to, and nothing like the asshole I had imagined before meeting him. 

Before I went home, I imagined my life would be like the next world war. I had fallen for the stereotypes of spoiled rich kids. I was convinced he would see me as a competition because he was a year older than me and had lived in wealth longer than I had. It's stupid, I know. 

Unfortunately, we didn't have any time to ourselves yesterday. Due to an emergency at home, the wedding planner canceled her appointment with the parents, so they stayed home. This was not so bad because it allowed Jungkook and me to take a little break from sex. 

So we spent an afternoon together as a family and tried to bond. We watched movies, played board games, and just talked. For the first time, I saw Jeonseok, Jungkook's father and my mother's partner, in a new light.

Just like his son, he seemed to be a really charming and gentle person. No wonder my mother loves him so much. 

"It makes us very happy you are getting along so well." With her hand resting on her companion's over the table, my mother looked at Jungkook and me in turn. A smile appeared on her red lips. 

Today the parents had the bright idea of going out to eat at a restaurant not too far from the house. It wasn't luxurious, but as they say, happiness is found in simplicity. 

"We have to if we don't want to start a third world war." Jungkook winked at me, teasing me. I took the opportunity to play his game and knock him back. 

"Yeah. It would be a shame if you returned from your honeymoon to find him lying on the floor in a pool of blood." I give him a wink. 

"Lovely. Thank you, sis." I stick out my tongue in response. 

"Why do you always have to make creepy remarks like that, YN?" Her annoyance makes all three of us laugh. 

"Anyway, as you already know, the wedding is fast approaching, and during the evening, we are counting on you to make the guests feel comfortable and have a good time. Can we count on you?" 

"Yes, ma'am." Like clockwork, Jungkook and I do the military salute.

Later that night | YN's room | 1:22 a.m.  

It had been a few hours since we returned from the restaurant, but I couldn't sleep despite my exhaustion. So, to be more productive, instead of tossing and turning in my bed, I grabbed my computer and tried to come up with ideas for wedding gifts for the parents. 

I searched for about an hour. I put aside a few ideas but would need more. I had exhausted all my ideas, but with some help, I could develop a few more ideas. Jungkook could come up with some gift ideas that I still needed to think of. After all, his father would get the gift, so he might join in and make a joint gift. 

With the computer in my hand, I leave my room, cross the hall and knock on the door of Jungkook's room. Like the last time, I knocked several times without any answer from him, but I am sure that he was in his room because I heard his voice through the door. 

Uninvited, I invite myself into his room, remembering to close the door behind me to cover the sound of his voice and avoid waking our parents, who must be sound asleep at this hour. 

No wonder Jungkook didn't hear me. He had his headphones on while sitting in front of his computer playing online.

"No, not that way. Cover me. I'm going in. We'll blow them away, these sons of bitches." His words made me smile. During the day, when we played games as a family, I learned a new side of Jungkook. His competitive side. This kid hates to lose. Nobody likes to lose, especially me, but he hates it. He is a sore loser at times, which made me laugh. 

After putting my computer on his bed, I walk toward him with baby steps. I put my hand on his shoulders and made him jump as I walked by. He didn't understand what was happening. The surprise on his face made me smile. 

"Damn, babe. Don't scare me like that." Again, the affectionate nickname "Babe" was on his lips. He'd used it a lot the last few days, not just when we were in bed. I hope he doesn't let it slip out in front of his parents. 

I had to be honest and admit I liked it when he called me that. Just with that one little word, he was able to make my heart flutter and create a strange but delicious feeling in the pit of my stomach. 

"Sorry." Careful not to make him lose, I kissed his cheek tenderly as an apology for unintentionally scaring him. When my lips touched his skin, a smile appeared on his lips. Jungkook puts his hand on my neck, bringing my face to his before kissing me before continuing his game. 

Still standing behind Jungkook, I put my arms around him and watched him play online with his friends, who I had not yet officially met. My closeness wasn't enough for Jungkook. While waiting for one of his teammates to come and revive him, he pushed back his chair, took me by the forearm, and motioned for me to sit on his lap, which I gladly did. 

I sit comfortably on his lap, pressing my back against his chest and resting my head on his shoulder, giving him a clear field of vision on the screen. When I turn my head, my nose brushes against his neck, and Jungkook moans softly but audible enough for his buddies to hear since the microphone is in front of his mouth.

"Everything okay, man?" I hear one of his buddies ask through his headphones. 

"Yeah, everything's fine." Looking at him, I couldn't help but smile when Jungkook looked at me out of the corner of his eye. "I was just yawning." A lame excuse that his buddies seemed to accept against all odds. 

"If you say so." Then, as if nothing had happened, they returned to their game. 

Shifting one side of his headphone, I whisper softly in his ear, careful that his buddies don't hear me. "What a bad boy you are, Kook. Lying to your friend like that. It's not right."

I grab his earlobe between my teeth and nibble his lobe. He moans again. 

As I put the headphones back on his ear, an idea comes to me. What if I tease him a little? 

I attack the hollow of his neck with kisses, touch his lips, bite him, and suck gently on the spot where I bit him, but not hard enough to leave a mark. I didn't want to leave any evidence that would incriminate us to our parents.

I could feel Jungkook tightening up in his sweatpants. Taking advantage of the situation, I moved my butt against his member.

His eyes lighted up with the flames of desire, dancing through those chocolate-brown eyes in no time. I was pretty pleased with myself. But it wasn't enough for me. I needed more. Naughty, I ran my hands down his muscular torso to the hem of his shirt before lifting him up. 

"Stay focused on your game, babe." I used the same pet name he used to give me. "And whatever happens, don't lose. If you lose, I'll stop." His eyes remain glued to the computer screen. But I could see his Adam's apple moving up and down his throat, and I was sure he heard me. 

Kneeling on the floor, I hurried to free his member from its cage of clothing that had become too small for him. I looked at him one last time and noticed he was also looking at me. "Concentrate on your game, baby boy."

I was glad to see that I didn't leave him indifferent. His dick was already hard, ready to get wet and pumped by my mouth, tightly secured around his thick cock.

He listened to me like a sweet boy, focusing back on his screen. He had trouble swallowing. As if it was a steak in front of my eyes, I salivated at his dick.

I took his length in my mouth and teased it with my tongue on the tip of his cock. A salty taste spread in my mouth from his warm pre-ejaculation.

Jungkook continued to squirm as I started to give him kitty licks. Looking at his face, I noticed that Jungkook's eyes were fixed on me. Shaking my head, I stood up and put my lips close to his ear.

"You better not lose, or you'll bear with the consequences, big guy." I picked up where I had left off. I took his hard, swollen cock into my mouth, making sure to maintain a steady pace to make sure I gave him maximum pleasure. 

Locking my lips around his cock, I sucked relentlessly. I caressed the swollen head of his already heavy member with my tongue. From time to time, I would stop my movements to tease him. Frustrated, Jungkook moaned softly, avoiding alerting his friends to what was going on. 

When I stopped again to look at his computer screen, I saw that Jungkook was about to be eliminated by a blow from an opponent. To spice things up a bit more, I put my hand on the base of his dick, making up and down movements, pumping his member along with my mouth. 

Jungkook was about to come. His cock was swelling and getting heavier on my tongue. His balls were swelling and contracting, helping the seeds in his balls to rise, which would soon finish its journey into my mouth as he surrendered to pleasure. 

Encouraging me to continue, Jungkook puts his hand on my head. I was ready to help him come, but when I heard the almost angry voice of one of his friends who blamed him for losing, I immediately put that idea aside. 

"What the hell are you doing, man? You played like shit tonight." His buddies were very upset with Jungkook for losing the game. "We could have beaten them hands down." 

Jungkook glared at me because, in a way, it was my fault that they lost, and his friends were mad at him. 

"What a shame, love. I told you not to lose." I pushed the situation even further, which made him even angrier. "I was willing to let you finish in my mouth, but a deal is a deal." 

With that, I stood up, leaving his hard cock behind, and gave him a kiss on the lips before returning to his bed. Sitting back on the mattress, I took my computer on my lap and continued to search the Internet for new gift ideas for my parents. 

I pretended to be busy with the computer. I knew that once Jungkook was done with his friends, he would make me regret what I had put him through. But hey, this girl likes to play with fire. 

"Sorry, guys, but I'm not feeling well tonight." Oh, really? What a nerve to lie to his friends when the truth was that he was distracted by his cock in my mouth. 

"Tsk," I involuntarily let out loud, and I could feel Jungkook's fierce eyes on me, but I refused to look up.

After saying goodbye to his friends, Jungkook removed his headphones and disconnected from the game. For a few seconds, there was complete silence; only the sound of the keys on my computer broke the heavy silence in the room.

I seem to have murderous desires tonight because I knew precisely how Jungkook felt then. He was frustrated because he had lost his game and was left with the blue balls because he could not ejaculate. 

"It's getting late. I better go to bed." Jungkook hadn't said a word since he logged off, but I could hear that his breathing was heavy. I closed my computer and exited the mattress, pretending to leave his room. 

His reaction lived up to my expectations. I barely had time to put my feet on the floor when Jungkook suddenly got up from his chair, pushed me onto his bed, and stood over me. 

His room was dark, the only light coming from a box that projected a purple galactic glow onto the walls. "You're proud of your move, aren't you?" 

His voice was accusatory. Yes, I was proud of myself; considering the number of times he had done this to me, it was time to give him his due. It had been hanging over his head for some time. I wanted to play with him - even if that wasn't my primary goal when I arrived in his room. 

"You could have let me win at least once." His face moves closer to mine, and our lips are a hair's breadth from touching. His hands take mine before pinning them to the mattress above my head. 

Did I mention that I love it when he enters a dominant mode? It's a pure blessing. Jungkook's gift of duality would drive more than one woman crazy. One moment he can be calm, shy, and sweet. Next, he can be strong, dominant, and powerful. 

"I never lose, YN. Never. And definitely not to losers like the ones who played tonight." My lips had turned into a sneer, causing Jungkook to frown, displeased and shocked by my audacity. 

"There's a first time for everything, Jeon." I connect our lips for a brief moment before ending the kiss. "I told you to focus. It's not my fault you lost." 

"My friends are pissed at me, babe." His threatening tone sends shivers down my spine.

"Not my problem." Incredulous, Jungkook seemed to be falsely offended by my words and attitude for a brief moment.

"Don't play too smart with me, YN." He groans.

"Or what, big guy?" He said nothing. Only a malicious smile had appeared on his lips.

"Don't provoke me, babe. Our parents are just down the hall. With all that's going through my mind, I doubt you can control your screams. It would be a shame to wake them at this hour. Don't you think?" 

Strangely enough, I was curious about what he wanted to do to me. 

"Besides, I'm still mad at you, you brat." With a fake surprised look, I asked him why. 

"Why? Are you kidding me?" He listed all the reasons he was "mad" at me.

"You made me lose to suckers; my friends are mad at me; you got me excited like a rabbit only to give me blue balls. Is that enough?" His pouty expression made him look dangerously cute. 

"My poor baby." Jungkook let out a laugh that made me smile. 

"Don't mock me, woman. This is serious." True to the big baby he was, Jungkook hides his face in my neck.  

I kiss him once more before making a deal.  

"If you help me come up with gift ideas for the parents, I'll save you from your blue balls. How does it sound?" 

And so the two of us ended up on his bed at two in the morning, cuddling, trying to come up with gift ideas for the parents for their wedding. In the end, we came up with one hell of an idea.

Jungkook and I decided to offer the parents a two-week stay on the island of the Dominican Republic in a luxurious hotel with a spa and all the comforts. We also booked them a tour guide so they could discover all the island's wonders and get their adventurous spirit flowing. 

Of course, we had our own interests at heart. With the parents out of the way for two weeks, Jungkook and I would have two weeks to do whatever we wanted. 

What better way to get rid of your parents than to send them halfway around the world?

A Few Weeks Later | Parents' Wedding Day | 10:30 AM

The stress was mounting as the time for the ceremony approached. I wasn't the one getting married, but it felt like I was. I found myself in a private room with only the bride - my mother, her maid of honor, and a few of her friends who would be her bridesmaids.

Expensive champagne flowed, and professional masseurs, makeup artists, and hairdressers were on hand. Everything was perfect for a perfect day. 

With my mother's friends, who had known me since I was a baby, some of them since I still was in my mother's womb, we organized a bachelorette party for her. We kicked Jeonseok and Jungkook out of the house to have a girls' night out before the big day. 

Nothing very crazy happened. It was more symbolic than anything else. At least, that's what I thought until the doorbell rang around midnight. At first, I thought it was a neighbor complaining about the noise - when my mother is with her friends and alcohol is involved, they become wild party animals.

When I opened the door, I was confronted by two policemen and two firemen. 

"Good evening, Miss. We were informed that the smell of smoke was coming from your apartment." I was stunned. That's impossible. We have an electric stove at home. 

"If you don't mind, we'd like to check it out." And without giving me time to say anything, the four men invited themselves into the house. 

They were all at least three or four heads taller than me, and their width was worthy of a refrigerator. 

I soon realized that they were not real cops and firemen but dancers hired by my mother's best friend, aka my godmother. They made us all dance throughout the evening, although they focused on my mom because she was getting married. But at some point in the evening, they went after me. 

I ended up with four men, each as muscular as the other, dancing around me, if not on top of me. One of the firemen ended up rubbing against me on my lap. Then one of the cops grabbed my hand before running his hands down his muscular torso. More than once, I found myself dangerously close to his intimacy. I even seem to have accidentally touched him once - without meaning to. I couldn't tell with the amount of alcohol coursing through my veins. 

Waking up this morning was complicated, and I cursed myself for not being more reasonable. I was even angrier at my godmother for having the idea to call them and post a few shots on Instagram.

As usual, the first thing I do when I wake up I logs on to Instagram. Only this time, I was pleasantly surprised to see that my godmother had posted photos from the evening. The first photo is neutral, showing a quiet evening between girls. We see my mom opening the gifts her friends had made for her. The second shows us eating junk food like pizza, hamburgers, and chips. In the third, alcohol, balloons, and confetti had made their appearance. But the atmosphere had taken a dangerous turn in the fourth and last photo. 

The brightness was not the same as in the previous pictures. It was darker. A dim glow had taken over the main room of the house. I could clearly see myself sitting on the chair in the middle of the room while the four handsome men - it must be said, they were beautiful men - surrounded me while my mother and her friends stood around us, encouraging them. 

"Fuck me," I whine.

The four men were indeed sexy and charming, but they were no match for Jungkook. Jungkook had everything going for him and nothing to envy about them. Jungkook was funny, charming, terribly sexy, and so on. And the best part was that he was mine. 

Not that we were dating - I think that's kind of fucked up for that - but given the secret relationship we had, I could afford to pretend he was mine. 

"Girls, the limo is waiting for us downstairs." My grandmother, who arrived from Daegu this morning, yelled from the living room. 

"Coming, grandma." I looked at myself in the mirror one last time, checking if everything was good before leaving my room. 

I was wearing a draped dress of cream-colored satin with thin straps, comparable to spaghetti. The neckline was plunging, not vulgar, but revealing the mountains of my breasts. The two sides of the dress showed my leg at the middle of my right thigh. 

The advantage of working as a waitress in a hotel during the summer is that you spend most of your time in the sun. So the caramel color of my skin brought out the cream color of the dress. 

On my feet, I wore minimalist ivory-colored heeled sandals - a shade of off-white with a minimalist touch of yellow. 

The makeup artist and hairstylist did such a great job on me that when I looked in the mirror for the first time after they finished, I had a hard time recognizing myself. I don't usually wear makeup. I prefer to stay natural. Only creams, routine, and water were my allies to have halfway decent skin. While my makeup was light, more in natural tones, my hair was loose and wavy. 

Contemplation over, I grabbed my powder pink clutch - a delicate light pink tending toward brown - off the bed and left the room to join the others. 

According to my godmother, a color-matching freak, powder pink is a pink-beige color that evokes elegance and femininity. 

Comfortably seated inside the limo, I looked at my cell phone. Nothing. It's been over twelve hours since I last heard from Jungkook. I hope he's okay and not in the same state of stress as me. 

My worries were allayed when the limo pulled up in front of the beautiful church where the ceremony was to take place. He was at the bottom of the steps waiting for me to leave the car. Resplendent as always. Cream pants and a suit jacket, like my dress, while his shirt was white. His hair slicked up and back. He was just gorgeous. 

When I exited the car, Jungkook's eyes widened before a sweet smile appeared on his lips. 

"Wow. You look gorgeous, babe." He whispered. His compliment was unexpected, but it made me feel so good. 

"Thanks. You don't look bad yourself." He tucks my arm under him, and we walk up the steps to the church, where all the guests await the bride. 

We stand in front of the big wooden doors of the church and stare into each other's eyes for what seems like an eternity. At that moment, all background noise seemed muffled, even nonexistent. In the heat of the moment, Jungkook's deliciously warm and soft palm touches my cheek as his face approaches mine. Even though we were in public and my mom was still in the limo waiting for the green light to come out and say yes to the man of her life, I didn't care if we were seen.

"God knows how much I want to kiss you." His voice was low, making me the only one to hear his revelation. His thumb caressed my lower lip, and without even thinking, I took his skin between my teeth and pressed lightly, eliciting a low growl from Jungkook.  

"You'll get me later. Promise." Then I gave him a kiss on the inside of his palm. 

Frustrated because I couldn't kiss him even though I wanted to, just like Jungkook, I take him in my arms and kiss his neck as discreetly as possible, a kiss he returns by imitating what I did to him. 

Due to the lack of children around us, my mother assigned Jungkook and me to be the children - young adults - of honor. 

I would be the flower girl, while Jungkook would be the ring bearer. 

Everyone was at their posts in front of us. We lined up in order from those who would enter first to the one who would enter last - my mother - who was hidden in the limousine so that Jungkook could not see her, well-hidden thanks to the tinted windows.

The guests were already seated and waiting for the ceremony to begin. 

The hour of the wedding had struck, and the big wooden doors of the church opened. It was time for my grandmother to enter the stage. She walked alone to her assigned seat. Then it was Jeonseok's father's turn, a man as charming as his son and grandson, with whom I could speak briefly before the ceremony began. He had walked over to Jungkook and me to greet us before we were asked to stand in line. 

My mother's grandparents followed the procession, just a little behind by Jeonseok's grandparents. Fortunately for both families, the elders were still alive to celebrate this moment.

Then it was Jeonseok's turn to walk down the aisle on his mother's arm, followed a few moments later by the officiant, who walked to the altar alone. 

When the groom was out of sight, my mother was finally invited to get out of the car and join us. 

Then it was the bridesmaids and groomsmen's turn before the witnesses. 

"Ready?" Honestly, not really, but thankfully I wasn't alone in this situation. Knowing that it was Jungkook and no one else was enough to comfort me and give me more courage. 

"With you by my side, yes." He winks at me. 

"It's going to be okay, kids." My mom's voice can be heard behind us. I quickly turn around and pull away from Jungkook to hug my mom. 

"My big baby." My mom says softly in my ear. 

"You look beautiful, Mom." 

My mother was wearing an elegant off-the-shoulder dress made of ivory satin. This dress had two parts. The first was the central part, the white ivory dress. Towards her chest, the draped design of the dress was different from mine, there was this reminder of the draped effect, but only the top of my mother's chest could be seen quickly. Just above the waist, the dress was fitted, showing the beautiful curves of her hips. 

The second part wrapped around the back and sides of her hips to the floor, making a train for her. 

Like me, her hair was loose and wavy. The only difference was that my waves were tighter than hers, so I had several waves, while my mother had three or four, but large and spaced out. 

"Thank you, my darling. You look beautiful too." Tears well up in her eyes, and I reluctantly let her go. It would be a shame to ruin her makeup while she is seconds away from entering the church. 

I cling to Jungkook's arms again as the wedding planner beckons us into the church.

"Don't let me down." I cling to him even tighter, careful not to drop the flower petals in the small basket that the wedding planner had entrusted me while she tasked the small cushion with the wedding rings to Jungkook.

"Never." 

And so we find ourselves walking down the church aisle, arms linked as I use my left hand to dot the white carpet leading up to the altar. 

The wedding planner had done a great job. The decorations were simple, sweet, and romantic at the same time. 

We were greeted by a two-tone floral arch - pastel pink and white as we entered the church. On the floor, on both sides of the carpet in the aisle, there were rows of flowers, pastel pink and white, and candles. The smell of the flowers, combined with the scent of the rose-scented candles, made the atmosphere soothing and comforting. 

Roses hung at the end of each row of benches; every other row had different colors. One row had pink roses, the one before that had white roses, then the other row had white roses, and so on. 

It was good because the church and altar walls were white, and the floor was gray concrete. 

I remembered to spread out the two-colored petals with each step I took. Instead of the traditional red, my mother had chosen to spread the rose petals in the same color as the pastel pink and white decorations. 

When Jungkook and I arrived at the end of the aisle in front of the altar, and Jeonseok, Jungkook had winked at his father while I gave him a thumbs up with a smile, which he returned without hesitation. Poor guy, he was so stressed. It made me sad to see him like that. But hey, as they say, it's a blessing in disguise. 

As I sat in the front row next to my grandmother, Jungkook gave the rings to one of his father's best men before joining me and taking the empty seat between his grandmother and me.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw that Jungkook wanted to put his hand on my thigh, but he changed his mind before doing anything and instead put his hands between his legs. 

Whether in my room, in his room, in the car, on a date at the beach, or in a restaurant, Jungkook has recently developed the habit of putting his hand on my thigh and only taking it off when he has no other choice. 

When his hand was not on my thigh, it was often warmly placed in the small of my back or clasped to mine. 

When my mother appeared at the entrance, all the guests stood up to form a guard of honor. As they walked forward, I could see my grandfather's lips moving, but I couldn't hear what he was saying to my mother, but knowing him, it could only be sweet and encouraging words. 

Ever since childhood, my grandmother reminded me how much my father considered my mother the apple of his eye. She had a soft glow of pride when she said this to me. You could tell that my grandparents had a beautiful pride in my mother, a satisfaction that I idolized and hoped that one day my mother would be able to say to my children - if I ever had any - about me in this way.

Distracted by the scene unfolding, I didn't immediately notice that Jungkook had intertwined our fingers. 

"Are you okay, princess?" The only answer he got from me was a gentle squeeze in his hand, which was intertwined with mine, causing a smile on his beautiful face.

When my mother and grandfather arrived in front of my mother's future husband, this time, I could hear what my grandfather was saying to Jeonseok.

"Take good care of my daughter and granddaughter." It touched me that my grandfather did not forget me at such a time. 

"Count on me, sir." 

The ceremony was beautiful and quickly gave way to a reception in a castle. My mother had dreamed of a fairy-tale wedding since she was a little girl. And today, her wish finally came true. 

I sat at the bride and groom's family table. Jungkook sat next to me, chatting with some of his family members - his cousins - while I was more preoccupied with looking at my mother. She was glowing.

Torn from my thoughts by the sound of a notification on my phone, I grabbed it and saw that it was Evie.  

Evie: So how was the wedding? 

YN: Picture 

YN: The ceremony was beautiful. Now it's party time. 🥂

It didn't take her long to answer.

Evie: Wow, you look fabulous 😳

YN: Thank you, love, 😘

One thing led to another, we chatted, and when our conversation ended, I decided to go quickly on Instagram. I know it's not very polite of me to be on my phone while sitting at a table full of people I should be chatting with, especially since most of them I hadn't seen in a long time - I'm talking about my cousins. 

The first thing I see is my godmother's post about last night's party, and the picture that pops up is me sitting in the living room with the dancers around me. Of course, it was the last picture that I saw this morning.

A slight movement next to me made me turn my head slightly. Jungkook had his eyes glued to my phone screen. 

Shit, he saw it. 

I don't know why, but I panicked for the first time since our forbidden love escapades began. It was the first time I had seen such a glint in his eyes. Without thinking, I deleted Instagram before I locked my phone.

Note to self: ask my godmother to remove that last photo. 

Not only did I think about Jungkook, but I also thought about my future. How would I look if I was pulled out of a job interview with this photo? 

I didn't even dare to look in Jungkook's direction, but I could feel his eyes on me. 

Gently leaning towards me, he said quietly, "We'll talk about it when we get home."

I am officially screwed. 

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[violet-kink-rambles]

Pt 1 | Working Late Too Often

Femme Feeder x Gender Neutral Feedee Themes: Workplace Setting, Weight Gain, Bribery, Intox, Stuffing, Public Stuffing, Soft Feedism, and the occasional Hard Feedism

Word Count: 4714

This is a slow burn story! I have no idea how many parts will be in this, but it will speed up over time. This part is just getting everything set up and some solo stuffing in the second half. No promises on when the next part is out, this was done over a few days but I've been in the mood to write lately so yeah :) Last thing before we start, nothing in this story is relevant to my real life except the starting dimensions and that I work in coding and graphic design. Use whatever names you want, you're the one reading it!

So I had just graduated college recently, it took 4 years of my life and more money than I wish to mention. But one of the things they forget to mention about computer science is just how long you’ll be sitting down every day. From 6 hours of classes to another 4 hours minimum at home to get your projects done you’re spending the majority of those 4 years sitting in front of a screen. Some might shy away from comp sci because of that alone… but that was one of the appeals for me. You see, I’m a bit of a fatty. I’ve never been super in shape, I’ve been on the thiccer side for as long as I can remember. But college reallllyyy made me blow up a bit, I went from a modest 6’3” and 225 to around 310 in only a few years! Sure I noticed it creeping up on me but to be honest… I kinda like it! I've just been eating what I want and waiting to see what happens.

My friends and family on the other hand have been on my ass about the gym and have kept offering me diet advice for the last couple of years now. Lately, it seems like the pressure has dropped off and they are finally accepting that this is just what I am now. Thank fuck for that, they just don’t get how hard it is to work out when you have to sit down for the majority of the day. After struggling to find a job for the first few months after graduation I finally got an interview at a mid-size startup! The pay isn’t great but the office offers decent benefits and they also offer meals at the office. Sure that can be kinda toxic since it encourages you to stay late but hey I’ll take what I can get. On the morning of the interview I was getting dressed to head out when I realized that I don’t have a proper fitting outfit, my shirt is taut against my torso and it was a bit uncomfy around the arms. And the pants… the fucking pants. I felt almost like a sausage casing, I was able to cover everything but there was no way I was gonna be able to hide how fat I am. Begrudgingly I picked up my bag and left the house, swearing to stop at a store to get a new wardrobe after the interview.

On the drive over I couldn’t help but feel hungry. If you know anything about America(especially Texas) then you know that you can't drive more than a block or 2 in town without seeing some restaurant or fast food place. As well as the pinnacle of fast food, the greatest to ever do it. Speckled all across the state like a fuck ton of salt on a table you can get food from the tastiest, most consistent, and most bang for your buck place of all. Whataburger, the bane of every fatass in Texas. It's hard not to stop there when the burgers are as big as your head, swapping fries for onion rings at no extra cost, and the drink sizes being pushed down one size. A medium is 32oz, and the large at a whopping 44oz, while a 2 liter of soda is 67oz. For $10-13 a fatty can be full with some great southern comfort food. I really wanted to stop but if I did then my outfit would be even worse! Deciding against it and just going hungry, I pull into the office parking lot about 10 minutes later and try and hype myself up.

“Ok V, you got this shit, light fucking work! You’ve done more leetcode over the last year than you thought you would in a fucking lifetime! You’ve got your degree, and you’ve done everything you can. If they don’t wanna hire you then it’s their loss!” I got out of the car and sauntered over to the building brimming with confidence despite my tight outfit. When I got inside and up to the 4th floor where the office was I saw this cute receptionist, your stereotypical brunette woman with a little bit of extra meat on her bones. She was on a call so I just waited for her to finish. A glance around the room gave me some high hopes about the environment I might be working in. On the wall a big mural of what appears to be a shaman meditating atop a hill, the grass closest to him overgrown compared to the rest and speckled with flowers. It just calmed me down a lot because it made me feel like personal growth is important here. But then all of a sudden the woman behind the counter greeted me.

R - Receptionist R- “Hey! What can I do for you today?” Me- “ Hey! I’m just here for the 2pm interview for the programming position you guys had listed” R- “Ah gotcha! You’re a little early but she should be ready for you, just head down the hall and knock on the 6th door to your right” Me- “Thanks! Hopefully, we will be working together soon :)” Walking down the hallway I’m really liking the aesthetic of this place, some off-white walls with an almost rosy black trim. You can just tell there’s been a lot of money put into this place from all the furnishings. Off to the left, I see a large open room through the glass wall, a lot of spacious cubicles, and what I can only describe as “groovy” corporate artwork on the walls. It’s an open-concept office, with not a lot of closed off areas except the personal offices to my right. After getting to the 6th door I take a deep breath and knock, before hearing a sweet sounding voice call out “Come in!” Opening the door I see a beautiful office, a bunch of personal items, books, and a MacBook with stickers on the back on her desk. But the real knockout is the woman in front of me. A powerful looking woman with ginger hair to right above her shoulders, her body tight and built, dressed in a rose/peach pantsuit looking like it had just been steamed and ironed that morning. She’s extremely well put together, while I on the other hand am stuffed into an outfit that probably stopped fitting well a few months ago. I only took a glance at her before she greeted me, and I reminded myself I'm in interview mode. Gotta nail this and land the job.

Int- Interviewer Int- “Hey you’re the 2 o’clock right? Have a seat :)” Me- “Yep that’s me! Hope you’re doing well today :) I have a booklet I brought with me that has all my certifications if you’d like to look through it” Int- “Sounds good! My name is Kirsty, it’s nice to meet you :) What’s your name?” Me- “Ah sorry that was rude of me, my name is Violet :)” Kirsty- “Haha don’t worry about it, this field is full of introverts so I’m used to it” I set it on her desk and sit down, hearing the chair groan ever so slightly my face flushes red. Fuck I hope she didn’t hear that. She glanced through the booklet and asked me a bunch of the typical interview questions, then the technical part of the interview came along and instead of taking the full 45 minutes I was provided I finished the coding problem in about 20.

Me- “Ok, I believe I have it right. I’ve accounted for all exceptions and the code is running smoothly. No hiccups.” Kirsty- “Well that was fast! Let me see”

She takes the laptop and looks at the code for a few minutes while asking some more questions. I keep noticing though that it doesn't really look like she’s looking at the screen. It seems like she's looking just to the side of it, her desk is pretty big so maybe I'm wrong? Not really sure

Kirsty- “This is some concise and.. tight code, some good notation and comments, you meet what we’re looking for and from talking with you I think we can work well together” Me- “Wait really? So I have the job??” Kirsty- “If you want it, it's yours :) We just have some paperwork to do and you can start the monday after next ” Me- “I- I’d love to accept this job, I’m just surprised since I've heard so many horror stories in college about people having to do like 30 interviews to land a job even when they met all the requirements” Kirsty- “Well you aced the technical portion, you have all the certificates required and then some, and you’ve been a pleasure to talk to. You’re not too shabby Violet :)” Me- “Th- Thankyou :) I don’t know what else to say”

After that I read through and signed the paperwork then left Kirsty’s office, she told the receptionist to give me a tour of the office so I can see where everything is. While taking the tour I learned the receptionist’s name is Heather and she led me through the office introduced me to a few people I'll be working with, and showed me where everything is.

Heather- “You know.. I’m a bit surprised, we’ve been trying to fill that position for months. To be honest I had seen your resume this morning and write you off immediately, straight out of college and you landed this. I don’t know what you did there but you obviously did something right.” Me- “Wait really? All I did was get the technical part done quick and show her my certificates” Heather- “Everyone does that, she gives you 45 minutes but it should take only 30 at most” Me- “Oh.. I guess she just must’ve liked my energy then, either way, I got the job so the specific reason doesn’t matter to me.” Heather- “Yeah well… oh well you’re right. You got the job so who am I to question Kirsty. Are there any more questions you have about the office?” Me- “Just one, I heard there was a no limit kitchen here. Like you guys provide meals and stove tops, is there actually no limit to using those amenities?” Heather- “As long as you hit your deadlines you can even watch Netflix at your desk, we only care about results here… We’ll if that’s all you got for me then I’m gonna head back to my desk” Me- “Can't think of anything else, thanks for the tour :) See you in 2 weeks!”

And with that I left the office, I don’t think it had hit me at that point that I got hired. It felt so surreal! But when I got back to my car… I saw my reflection in the driver's side window. my fucking belly was hanging out the bottom of my shirt ever so slightly, bunching around my midsection in a way that made my belly button outline really noticeable. Me- “Are you FUCKING kidding me??? God dammit V. This better have just happened. I swear to god if I just did an interview and an office tour in front of everyone like this I’m going to toaster water myself.”

After getting in my car and driving off I hear my stomach growl. I know I shouldn’t eat after what just happened but at this point I’m starving. I pulled out my phone and opened the Wingstop app, like 6 months into college we were hosting parties and sporting events at our apartment. Wingstop is perfect for that, everyone pitches in and you can get so many wings it's unreal. I racked up so many reward points that it's become a staple in my diet. After looking at the menu I order my usual, just a 10pc with fries, and a drink. “You know, this is a time to celebrate.. I'm gonna have to buy new clothes anyways.. fuck it” And that's when I see it, the deal of a lifetime. $17 for 20 wings, 2 large fries, and 4 sauces. That could last me for a while, I considered swapping it with what's in my cart but.. What if I didn't? Would it really be that bad? I've got 2 weeks anyways.. And besides, it's not like I'm gonna eat it all tonight.

After adding it to my cart and getting the delivery started I headed home. 45 minute wait, I cleared out my fridge last night, I just haven't gotten to the store lately so the rations are low. Still stoked about the job but my hunger is giving me tunnel vision at this point, and that's when I see it. That beautiful orange and white building, it's weird almost tent-like shape off in the distance, Whataburger. As I get closer to it I'm fighting in my head, “Yo Wingstop is gonna take forever, fuck it why not?” while the other side of me is trying to be reasonable since I just ordered like 30 wings and 2 large fries. Needless to say, I ended up pulling in, I've just been eating more recently and It's not as if this will affect me too much at this point. I pull into the drive-through and get a patty melt meal, it's one of their smaller sandwiches but that doesn't mean anything when compared to another fast food chain. It's 2 big patties probably a ¼ pound each with cheese served on Texas toast. I also got my drink and onion rings as well with my order. After going through the drive-through and paying I couldn't help myself and had to eat some onion rings on the way home. Sipping on a massive dr pepper as I do so. Once I got home I hurried up the stairs, still having about 25 minutes until the Wingstop should get here.

As soon as I get inside my apartment I turn on the TV and open Netflix on my phone. After finding a show to watch I screencast it over and get to work on the food. The patty melted steaming hot and so greasy on the first bite that I just knew it'll sit heavy in my belly. I had finished the onion rings in the car and was a little disappointed, but decided to just get the large onion rings next time. The Whataburger is on the way home from the office so I can only imagine I'll become a regular there. It's not an exaggeration to say that one meal from there can feed you for a whole day. For a normal sized person that happens more than you'd think. Within 10 minutes I was already starting to sip my drink dry, I just couldn't stop eating… but I'm still hungry. I just sorta went on autopilot and munched away. Realizing I still had about 15 minutes until the wing stop arrived I got out my rolling tray and rolled up a joint. It's sort of becoming a habit lately but what can I say, it makes the world a bit less gray and also makes food taste soooo much better. I grab my dr pepper and head outside a couple of minutes later after it's rolled.

Walking out onto my dingy little balcony that's actually just a window you fold up and can take only one step onto I look over the city around me. Will I still be here in a year? Will I move into a better place? Will I get some stupidly big promotion and move into a high rise? Or something in between… While I'm out there I look back on what's happened today. I got a job! Like a real adulting job! I'm nervous, anxious, and excited, but ready. It seems like a great environment with great people, I just gotta do what I can to prove I belong there. After going through almost all of the joints I get a notification that the Wingstop is here. I run on over to the door quickly to make sure my neighbors don't take it. Let's just say my apartment complex isn't exactly a place for blue collar workers. Hell, my dealer lives 1 building over and he's got a decent amount of competition here. I take the Wingstop inside and set it on the counter. I knew that I'd have some of it later when the munchies kicked in but for now I was gonna finish that joint. Out on the balcony again I just realize that everything is gonna work out, everything is fine and I finally have the chance to prove myself!

After finishing the joint and closing the window I head on over to the bathroom to clean up a bit and get these clothes off of me. I hadn't thought about it but my clothes were a LOT tighter now than this morning, my figure in the mirror catching my eye and forcing me to pay attention to it. I didn't want to admit it but this was another sign that I needed to just accept it. For whatever reason… I like being fat.. i really like it.. I've tried to understand it for a while now and I've tried going to the gym, anything I could do to be normal. Most people aren't like this. But whatever the reason, I just need to accept it. I start fondling my belly, pinching it, grabbing the bottom roll, and then lifting it and dropping it. It just moves so.. gracefully. So unlike anything else I've seen. I took off my outfit and the speed at which my shirt buttons separated was almost scary. But I'd be lying if I said it didn't make the situation fluster me even more. My belly falls an inch or 2 lower and jiggles back and forth, the recoil drawing me in for a short couple of seconds. Undoing the pants wasn't any better. The moment I undid the button my fupa sprung forward, immediately filling the space where my zipper once was. After stripping down to my underwear I got unbelievably horny, the sight of my body sent me into heat and made me hungry as well. The thought of being even fatter floods my mind and makes me salivate. Instinctively I begin to caress and jiggle my belly, the soft dough-like mass giving way to my hands at the slightest push.

I snap out of it after another 20 seconds and remember the Wingstop, it hadn't been long at all since I chowed down on the Whataburger but at this point, I didn't care. My lust and yearning for hedonism were in full force tonight and I wasn't about to deny myself this feeling.

I hurry over to my desk in the living room and open one of the drawers in my sectional. I've been saving some weed gummies for a rainy day, to be honest, I didn't expect to use them for something like this. I just know that if I eat one or 2 of them then my appetite will be insatiable. I'll just be able to keep going and going. As I pop one of them into my mouth I can't help but be happy that I got an extra Wingstop, this is a day to celebrate and I might as well go hard with it. If I'm gonna do it then I'm gonna do it right. I start digging into the bag and pull out all the boxes of food. Laying it out on the table I see that I have a bit of a challenge ahead of me. 30 wings, 2 large fries, and a bunch of different sauces. I then open up my fridge and refill my dr pepper from Whataburger.

I already know that I'm gonna have a food coma by the end of this. No matter how long it takes, I am going to eat everything in sight. I have already resolved myself to that and there was no way my horny brain was gonna go back on that. After getting a plate and stacking it tall with about half of the food I turn my show back on. Carrying everything over to the couch the weight of all the food is intoxicating. Just knowing that I'm about to put multiple pounds of food into my belly and bloat myself up with what's basically just pure sugar is making me so filled with lust that the moment I sit down I dig in immediately. The speed at which I'm eating would make you think I hadn't eaten in days. As I'm eating I can feel all of the food slipping down my greedy maw, coated in so much sauce that it slides down with ease. If someone saw me like this they would probably be aghast, horrified at the spectacle of pure greed and gluttony before them. But I just kept going, I haven't paid attention to my show for at least a few minutes. I just kept going with reckless abandon, I didn't care about the consequences, I didn't care about how full I was starting to feel, all I cared about was getting the next bite of food down. My stomach becomes redder and redder, eventually, I feel the pain kick in, only a few chicken wings left and about half a large fry… And I still felt determined to eat more, I had already eaten enough for many people but I just couldn't stop thinking about finishing my plate.

After rubbing my belly for a few minutes I get back to work on the plate, I’m eating slow and just sipping on my soda at this point. The pain and pleasure mixed together to send me into a euphoric daze. As I get to the last bite I’m feeling more pain than pleasure, it feels like my skin is stretching and tearing. When I swallowed the last remaining wing slathered in honey mustard I moaned loud and hard. The pressure inside my overfed gut is immense, but I know that I have something left, the soda. About a third of my drink is left and I’m sluggish, while slowly sipping the remaining liquid it feels like my belly is getting more solid. My hand grazes over it and makes me wince in pain when I press down just a little too hard. The images of Roman royalty grazing on food being brought to them by servants cross my mind, the thought of their lives and how great it would be to have someone feeding me overwhelms me. I drain the remaining soda and set the empty cup down, it falls over onto its side as I had just let my arm fall away from me. My whole body feels heavy and tight. It feels like one wrong move could tear me open. But it felt like pure bliss, like nothing in the world really mattered except for this right here.

Over the next couple of hours, I top myself up with wing stop and soda until I notice what time it is. It’s almost midnight and there are only a few wings left, so I open the sauce containers and get to work. The prospect of all the excess calories running through me is winning and I'm not stopping now. I’ve been stuck in this gluttony driven daze ever since I got back to my apartment, whatever came over me has complete control at this point.

“oook.. ughh alright, I gotta hic lay down” Through all my little groaning and moaning I pick up the to-go box and lay down with it. Propping it atop my belly and preparing myself to finish it off. Through slow and labored bites it all ends up going right past my greedy little lips and down my throat. Even my soda was almost empty now, the sugar high mixed with the meat sweats surely about to send me into a food coma. As I got to the last wing I could barely taste it, the pain in my belly was so prominent that I could barely hear the show on my TV. But as the final wing passed down my throat I had an awakening in me. Pure hedonistic bliss erupted from my body, the dopamine centers in my brain working overtime. I was already subtly rubbing my belly trying to relieve some pressure but now I couldn't help but shake it. Each motion up and down gave me instant gratification, it was as if my serotonin was on a faucet and I could just get more whenever I wanted. Every breath made my body feel tighter and tighter as I kept fondling this surprisingly hard softness.

“Oooh.. god damn. if I knew.. overeating could do this to me… ughh,, I'd have done it a long time ago” I'm not sure how much time had passed at that point, but I didn't care. Focusing on anything else just seemed like a waste of time and I wasn't sure how long this pleasure was gonna last. I kept fondling my body for a while and eventually remembered I had just a little bit of dr pepper left. It already felt like my belly was going to rip open at any moment, but about 10 cautious sips later it was all gone… I couldn't believe how much food I ate. Sure I had gone to the bathroom a couple of times since the interview and freed up some space, but still.. A patty melt, onion rings, 30 wings, a fuck ton of fries, and more soda than I wish to remember. It was dark out by this point so this had to have taken almost 6 hours. Taking a glance around the room I spot my rolling tray on the table. There was no way I could roll a joint right now because of how sluggish I am but thankfully I have my pipe. I tried to scoot back a bit to prop myself up more but every movement was making the pressure in my stomach higher and causing me to almost pass out! Deciding against trying to move out of my fresh couch divot I swing my hand over to the table and get ahold of my pipe, extremely proud of my stoner etiquette. If you don't know, if you don't have to hide your weed it's good to leave a fresh bowl of weed after you smoke. Saves you time and you'll still know if someone smoked your shit since it's a fresh bowl.

That's beside the point though, after bringing the pipe to my lips I realize how hard it's gonna be to get a proper hit. My breathing was already very labored and short by now, but I had already gotten this far and it wasn't as if I had any plans that night. Even if I did… they'd be canceled, for one there's no way I could go, and two this feels wayyy too good. The first hit made me cough hard, I could just barely hit the bowl. Take as deep of an exhale as I could muster, I then hit the bowl again. Over the next couple of seconds, I could feel all the food packed into my belly pushing back against my lungs. With a quick exhale and setting the pipe back down I was sure I would cough but I didn't. All I felt was my brain swelling with thc, instinctively I began to massage my belly and began just thinking to myself. groaning “It'd be great to do this more often.. I don't see why not?? The job pays well enough to afford the food! And besides… if it makes me feel this good then it's more of an investment than anything else right? It's not like it'll be a daily thing so I'm not gonna THAT fat right? I'm pretty big already but if I just do some cardio on the days I don't eat like this maybe I can stay this size?”

Not too long after some more caressing of my swollen belly I drifted off to sleep.

#violet stories #intox feedee #weight gain #glorifying obesity #again no promises on when the next is out

[estellamiraiauthor]

The Stars May Rise and Fall: The Annotated Re-read (Chapter 13)

Yet again, a long gap between chapters, but I think this one will be fairly short before we get into the hell of 14 and 15 (which I don’t hate in their current form, but it’s a little painful to remember the writing of). 13 picks up where 12 left off, in part 2 of the longest night of just about any of these characters’ lives…

Spoilers under the cut, including spoilers for chapters beyond this one!

So, there are a couple of things in the beginning of the chapter that I really like, and that say something really important about Rei, I think. They go into the restaurant and are shown to a table that’s in a pretty heavy traffic section. Up to this point, Teru has seen Rei largely seek to avoid going out in public or being seen by anyone he doesn’t trust, so he asks Rei if he’s OK with being in the middle of all these people, and Rei says:

“Being stared at, you mean?” “I don’t mind if people stare at my hair or makeup any more than you do.” … “I choose to look like this. I don’t mind being stared at for something I can control.”

This was one of the very, very first sort of concepts for the character I had. It can be a little bit difficult sometimes to really “sell” the concept of a modern-day Phantom in a retelling or a fanfic. Yes, you want him to wear a mask and hide from the world because it’s a Phantom retelling, but if it’s not done right (at least for me as a reader), it can feel like a bizarre and maybe even unsympathetic reaction in a world where people tend to at least PRETEND to accept physical differences. I think the visual kei setting works in a way that some modern settings don’t, because people DO dress extravagantly and do wear masks and wigs and eyepatches and whatever else, usually probably for fashion and not for necessity, but you might never know if that WASN’T the case?

This was also kind of a personal thing for me. Back when I was into the scene, I liked getting on the train in full goth getup with black and white vampire makeup… people would stare at me if I dressed that way or not. But if I was dressed up, at least I could tell myself that it was because of my clothes or makeup. That probably wasn’t always TRUE, but I could TELL myself that, and I think being able to tell himself that is important to Rei, as well.

Then we have maybe some more subtle characterisation that was obvious to me but maybe I could’ve explained better. This restaurant has those disposable chopsticks that come joined together and you have to break down the middle, and Rei has a hard time breaking them. Teru wonders if he should offer to help, but since Rei tends to not respond well to offers of help, he decides against it, and think this little non-interaction says a couple of things about both of them.

First, a couple of early readers commented on the pretty stark difference in Rei’s ability to do things like type, Photoshop, and play the piano (which he does pretty well) vs. things like using chopsticks and writing by hand (which…not so well). Now, this does NOT come from personal experience or professional expertise… I did what research I could and based some of it on the experiences of people I know, but I definitely could’ve missed the mark. It was at least based on some kind of logic, though… typing and playing the piano are both two-handed skills to begin with, so it’s less of a “learning to do something all over again” situation and more of a “learning to do twice as much with a hand you were already using to do the thing” situation. ALSO, these are both things that Rei cares deeply about being able to do well, and basically NEEDS to do in order to earn a living writing and selling music, so it makes sense to me that he would’ve adapted fairly quickly, just by doing what he would’ve been doing anyway. On the other hand, I don’t think he really eats in front of people much. Even if he became proficient in using chopsticks with his left hand, his face is also damaged and he wouldn’t be able to eat “normally” enough to satisfy him. Until he meets Teru, I don’t think he’d have any real DESIRE to share a meal with anyone… food would just be for sustenance, so rather than attempt to do something and not be able to do it well, I think he just eats things that can be eaten by hand or with a fork, and does it when no one else is around. Same with writing… most things can be typed, and in Japan it’s much more common to stamp documents with a seal rather than signing them, so I think he just chooses to type instead, because the finished product there is going to look “normal”, where it won’t if he writes by hand. He absolutely would’ve been required to practice both of those skills in rehab, but after that I think he simply chose to accommodate in other ways rather than continuing to improve on his own.

ANYWAY, eventually Rei manages to get around to the “important things” he wanted to tell Teru when he asked him out in the first place… namely, the confession that his feelings for Teru are more than professional and that the kiss may not have been an “accident”. Their conversation here is a little cryptic… Teru says up front that he’s never really admitted his feelings to a man before, and Rei says that he hasn’t said anything like that “in years”, alluding of course to Saki, who died five years ago, but Teru doesn’t know about that yet. Rei also says that he doesn’t deserve Teru, that he’s not a good person… referring to his guilt over the part he played in Saki’s death, but he’s still telling himself at this point that he doesn’t need to address that right now (which will turn out not to be true; he DOES need to get that out in the open before he can really allow himself to be fully with Teru but OH these boys really like lying to themselves, don’t they?).

Teru offers to pay for half of the meal, even though he just spent the last of his “emergency fund” on dinner with Kiyomi. It’s not specifically stated here, but that last bit of money he has is DEFINITELY supposed to go toward rent and bills… Guess Rei isn’t the only proud one here? But Rei’s not going to let him pay, and sort of brushes the issue aside with “Well, I got a good insurance payout.”

Now, that’s not really 100% true. Assuming the other driver (who would’ve been legally at fault) had a fairly typical insurance plan here, Rei would definitely never have to pay any medical bills associated with injuries resulting from the accident, and (regardless of other income, unlike in the US) would get about $700 a month in government disability benefits. Since he inherited the apartment, once any inheritance taxes were paid he wouldn’t have any rent or mortgage payments, but all of that still doesn’t add up to “rich”. Teru and the reader don’t know about his other sources of income right now, but I don’t really think he’s trying to hide them or anything here… it’s definitely over-simplified, but I really think he just wants to say, “I have more money than I need and I know you don’t, so don’t feel guilty about letting me do this for you.”

Teru finally admits to himself that he IS attracted to Rei, but that it’s too soon for words like “love”, and suggests again that they take a taxi to the love hotel… Rei refuses, saying “You spent a year of your live learning to walk… and I spent two.” which… is certainly a Dramatic Line, but doesn’t make a GREAT deal of logical sense. Just because a person IS physically capable of walking doesn’t mean they should walk everywhere even when doing so causes them pain… but it’s Warped Rei Logic again… there are already enough things he’s lost, so he’s holding on desperately to any “normal” he’s managed to regain.

Poor Rei. Normal is so boring. Maybe someday I’ll write that sequel where everyone has finally embraced that. (I think he’s at least sort of come to terms with it at the end of this one though?)

#the stars may rise and fall #annotated #phantom retelling #sorry for the long delay #next chapter's going to be hell

[matchcafe62]

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#外燴

[manonblaqkbeak]

How We Met

here it is, my last fic for rowaelin month! thank you so much to everyone that’s read, liked and commented on my fics, it’s been so much fun reading and writing these last four weeks! i’m glad to know that i’m not the only one that is in dire need of more rowaelin content (srsly, i would pay sjm a truck load of money for a strictly rowaelin book bc i miss them sm)

here’s part 4 for the little series i had going on. i was so tempted to make this an angst piece but held back lol.

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cw: none

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enjoy and thank you again!!! :) 💕💕💕💕

Gathering the ingredients for the cake that she and Ophelia were going to make for Rowan, Aelin plopped them down on the kitchen counter and tied her and her six year old daughters hair back. Even in the kitchen light, Ophelia's hair was a vivid shade of silver and when she turned to look at her mother, the golden ring in her eyes were just as bright.

“Up, mama!” Ophelia asked, pointing to the step ladder that Olive made for her little sister in her woodshop class at school. Getting it off from atop the fridge, Aelin and Ophelia started their baking session for today. It wasn't often that Aelin baked cakes from scratch but it wasn't every day that her firstborn turned sixteen—not that Aelin could really comprehend that her Olive was sixteen—but Aelin wanted to do this for her, wanted to make something special.

She hoped that it wasn't going to taste as bad as the last cake she baked. Rowan had been sick afterwards and didn't go to work the next day.

That was five years ago, so surely with gaining wisdom as people said when others got older, her baking skills grew too.

“Where did everyone go?” Ophelia asked, her little tongue poking out as she helped Aelin sift the flour.

“To get dinner for tonight. We're having Ollie's favourite.” Which was cuisine from the Southern Continent, there was a restaurant that specialised in the spicy food, and Aelin couldn't wait—she and Rowan often tried to recreate their favourite recipes, but it was never right, so Olive wanted to have the genuine stuff for her birthday and not her parents shoddy attempts.

Not that Aelin could blame her.

They continued making the chocolate cake, Ophelia babbling on about her day at school, when her little one asked, “How did you and papa meet?”

Aelin blinked at the sudden question, but answered it nevertheless. “At the grocery store.”

Ophelia furrowed her brows, and with the way her nose scrunched up, she looked so much like Rowan that it made her heart sing. When Aelin first realised that she was pregnant, she was nervous, they had only been married for seven months and while they spoke about having a child of their own, she didn't think it would happen so quickly—but Rowan's enthusiasm melted away her fears. She would never forget his tears of joy when she showed him the pregnancy test, his beaming smile when they heard her heartbeat for the first time. Aelin would walk through hell, as long as Rowan was by her side, or waiting for her at the end.

It wasn't always perfect, however, they had their ups and downs like every long-term couple, they had moments where it felt like they were walking on tightrope, either because of their own personal issues or marriage issues, or when Egan was fourteen and completely lashed out at Aelin, accusing her of replacing his mother—but she worked with her son, telling him that she had never intended to do that, that Lyria would always be the woman that brought him into the world, and that Aelin was raising him. Her heart broke in two at his pain, but she understood, he grew up with photos and stories of Lyria.

Or when they had the awkward conversation when Olive was eleven and asked why she didn't look like Rowan, and Aelin had explained her story, about Sam being her biological father, but he had given them space for Rowan to raise her instead. That had lead to brooding silences and confusion, but otherwise, Olive still saw Rowan as her dad, but she did ask from time to time about Sam, what he was like and what he was doing (the last update Aelin received from him via email that his wife was pregnant with their second child. Aelin was so happy for him that he was able to have a family, a feat that was made easier since Arobynn had been dead for years by this point) and that she would like to meet him properly one day; Aelin had kept that to herself, not wanting to tell Sam in case Olive changed her mind—Aelin hoped that she wouldn't.

Overall, their life together was what she needed, she went to bed each night loved and fulfilled. It was better than what she might have had with Chaol all those years ago, she was fairly certain that if she had married him, it wouldn't have been a long marriage.

“How did you meet at the food store?” Ophelia asked, her brow still furrowed as she and Aelin stirred the cake batter. It surprisingly smelled good.

“I needed something from a high shelf,” Aelin said, “and I couldn't reach it. Your papa was only a few feet away from me, so I asked him to get it for me.” She might have also subtly ogled him as his shirt exposed his tanned skin, and Aelin had damned near swooned at the sight of his six pack.

“Did you get married at the food store?”

Aelin laughed at the question. “No, we got married at the beach. And then you arrived not long afterwards.” Sometimes they wanted another, but things financially were going so well that they didn't want to jeopardise that by adding another mouth to feed.

“Can you have another wedding?” Ophelia asked, looking at her mum with wide eyes. “So I can go? Please?”

“I'll talk to your daddy about it, but I like the sound of that.” Kissing her daughters forehead, they continued. Just as they were putting the cake in the oven and the icing mix in the fridge, the front door opened and three booming voices infiltrated the house and the mouth watering goodness of food.

Aelin's eyes widened at the amount of food that Rowan piled on the table. It looked like they were feeding a small army and not a family of five.

Ophelia helped her older brother set the table, Egan ruffing her hair as he recounted their little adventure to the restaurant.

As they sat down, Aelin mentioned Ophelia's request. Rowan pretended to mull it over as their daughter pleaded, giving her best puppy dog eyes. It didn't take for Rowan to relent—he really had trouble saying no to her—saying that a second wedding was a great idea.

Ophelia squealed in delight and squealed even more when food was placed in front of her (she was very much like Aelin in that regard).

“How did the conversation of another wedding start?” Rowan asked as they all started eating.

“Phia here wanted to know how we meet.”

Olive snorted. “Yes, the ever romantic story of meeting in the toilet paper aisle.”

“It was not the toilet paper isle!” Aelin protested. “It was the cereal aisle.”

“At least you kids have inherited my manners,” Rowan said, “your mother didn't even ask nicely. She just came over to me and said, 'You're tall, could you get that box for me?'” It had taken him a moment to realise he had been spoken to, too focused on deciding what box of porridge to get when Aelin showed up, wearing a faded band shirt and shorts, pointing to the box of cereal that had far too much sugar to be healthy. He had said 'yes' because it was the nice thing to do, and had stayed behind, talking to her for so long in the aisle that his vanilla ice cream had started to melt.

It was the best decision in his life back then, he never thought he would have gained a friend in the grocery store—and that the friend would become his wife.

“I have manners. I said, 'Excuse you' first before I told you what I needed.”

“That's not really using manners there, ma,” Egan said, smiling as poked her tongue out. He looked so much like Lyria that it was almost scary—he still loved flowers and plants too, and was currently studying to become a florist and then one day horticulture. The backyard was full of flowers and plants thanks to him, making into a little wonderland instead of the barren plain it used to be.

“I did say 'thank you' afterwards.”

“You said 'thanks',” Rowan interjected, laughing as Aelin threw a chunk of her flatbread at his head. Ophelia's cute laughter rent through the air.

“It's the same thing!”

“If you say so, love,” Rowan muttered, his lips twitching. Aelin rolled her eyes in the dramatic way Rowan was used to, but he saw the mirth behind the movement.

“Like I said Phie, it's very romantic,” Olive said drily, sounding very much like Rowan. She had even inherited his scowl, which she was wearing now as she sniffed at the air. “Is something burning?”

Aelin had never run so fast as she did right then, the kitchen filling with smoke as she took in the blackened cake. Swearing viciously under her breath, Aelin chucked the cake into the bin, apologising to Olive as she did so.

“It's okay, mum, dad got me an ice-cream cake earlier today anyway.”

Aelin narrowed her eyes at her husband, who simply gave her an innocent smile in answer.

Rejoining her family, they talked well into the night, helping Aelin to forget her failed baking attempt. Ophelia asked more questions about their time in the grocery store and how that moment lead to friendship, to pining for the other without realising it, to a life together.

And to think, Aelin almost didn't go to the grocery store that day.

Rowan thanked the gods that he had remembered at the last moment that he had no porridge left, otherwise, he might not have met Aelin at all. Might not have had this life, this family. Part of him would always be sad that things had gone so wrong with Lyria, and he would always miss and love her. But he learned in therapy that it was good to have a life, and Rowan was glad that he heeded that advice.

He thanked the gods all the time.

And thank the rutting gods he did right now for the umpteenth time that Aelin deemed him tall enough to get her food for her, to stay in that aisle with him as they got to know each other.

Rowan was a very happy man indeed as he and Aelin went to bed that night, the smiles still on their faces at Olive's unrestrained joy at the sight of the car they spent weeks looking at second-hand dealerships at, hunting for the perfect car for their daughter.

Thank the rutting gods for all those moments in the past, present, and future.

Rowan couldn't wait to marry her again, and neither could Aelin.

Life was good.

#rowaelin #rowaelinmonth #my work #thank u!!

[mo2k]

Imagine...you meeting the pillars for the first time💕. (pt.4)

No.4 : Kanroji Mitsuri

Synopsis : It was a long,long day of training.You didn’t realized that it was already late noon until your stomach started to growl loudly,thank god that you were training alone,if not, “You may be embarrassed about this for the rest of your life” you thought.Ah-right,you still haven’t had lunch yet.Well,a little break wouldn’t hurt,right?And so,you went to the town,looking for something to eat.You decided that you want to eat at (restaurant of your choice) today,but coincidence or not.You’ve come across a girl who has a very long pink locks with light green colour spreading at her tips.She was looking at the poster which says “Come 2,pay only for one”.From the looks of it,it’s like she’s come alone and damn-it was that (restaurant of your choice)!You can’t let this precious opportunity to slip away,can you?So-you slowly started towards her and say “Sorry miss,did you come alone?” once you has reached her.Anddddddd...who knows what’s gonna happened,hm?

(Y/n) : “Um...sorry miss,did you come alone?” *You said quietly when you reached her*

Mitsuri : “Uh...yes?,do you...um...need something?” *She answered nervously,a little confused and scared to why would a stranger like you try to talk to her*

(Y/n) : “Well...um...I saw you looking at that poster for quite a moment and...well...-I figured that you might came here alone...like me...” *You reply her shyly out of excitement and doubts that slowly swarm in your mind,you can feel your sweat soaked in both your hands as you rub them together a little anxiously*

Mitsuri : “Oh!I see!” *Her eyes lit up brightly.She has a very beautiful pair of orbs with a light green colour that sparkle just like the emerald. “She’s really beautiful” you thought as you face started to turn into a little shade of pink* “Did you come here alone also?Oh wait-you already said that you come alone,sorry-haha,my bad!” *She said quickly with a big grin on her face,her face is also tinted pink from embarrassment *(man-that was so cute!)

(Y/n) : “Yeah!And so...I was wondering...if you...um...would like to eat with me...and I’ll pay for the half of one person and you pay for the other half...What do you say?” *You said,a little more relaxed,but your whole body is still tense and your face is still covered in pink*

Mitsuri: “Of course!What’s your name?” *She asks happily with a kind smile* “Oh!I almost forgot to introduce myself first!,Hi!I’m Kanroji Mitsuri!” *She said so!oh I don’t know what to say!so sweet and lively?as she held out one of her slim hand waiting for you to shake her hand* (Ahhhh!This girl is so adorable omg!!❤️I love her!💗)

(Y/n) : “I’m (l/n) (y/n).Pleasure meeting you here ms.Kanroji.” *You smile,a lot more relaxed now as you feel the tension finally leaving your body before you began to reach out for her hand*

Mitsuri : “Oh no,no!Please just called me Mitsuri,(y/n)-chan!And I’m also very excited to meet someone new like you!” *She squeaked and squeeze her eyes shut,her face is somewhat red as if she was thinking of something very cute with a very big grin while she was shaking your hand enthusiastically with both of her hands,you were a little shocked by how much of her energy and her power she has while she was shaking you hand. “She must be very strong” before you blink for a few times* “Ah!Did I shake your hand too hard?” *She asks,her voice is full of guilt and sadness as she gently let go of your hand*

(Y/n) : “No!no!Mitsuri-chan!You’ve done nothing wrong!Don’t worry about it!I’m fine!” *You reply quickly putting your hands up and shake them a little like trying to comfort her,fear that you made her feel bad*

Mitsuri : “Really?” *Her face lit up a little,she’s still worried that she has hurt you in some way*

(Y/n) : “Yes!Of course!Why would I lied to you?” *You watch as she started to finally smile once again,ah-that beautiful smile of her*

Mitsuri : “Thank you!(y/n)-san!Well then...what are we waiting for!?Let’s go inside!” *Her sweet voice rang through your ears as she drag you inside the restaurant along with her and you laughed airily*

A waiter in the restaurant : “Good day!Our dear customer!How can I help you?” *He politely asks while bowing a little*

Mitsuri : “We’d like a table for two people please!” *She happily reply*

A waiter in the restaurant : *He nodded his head and gesture his hand for you two to follow him while saying “Then please follow me this way” he bowed again and started to the direction of the table*

Mitsuri : “Let’s go over there (y/n)-chan!” *She started to pull you with her once again*

(Y/n) : “Ok!” *You grinned and she grinned back*

**You two were so cute like two children running around the restaurant with excitement that everyone in the restaurant have to bit back their laughter/smile and some have to let out a chuckle**

Mitsuri : “Omg!There’s a lot of delicious things!” *She quickly said once she’s sat down and got her menu,she let out a squeak when she found her favourite food in the menu,Sakura Mochi*

(Y/n) : “Oh yes!You’re right!” *You squeak along with her the moment your eyes met with a lot of delicious and alluring things called food.*

**As you and Mitsuri let yours and her eyes wander over the menu,the other people in the restaurant have to once again,restrain their laughter/smile/chuckle as they watch you two-no,two exciting children in amusement as they try to choose some of the delicious food in the menu out to order**

**After some moments have passed the waiter of the restaurant came to you both as you and Mitsuri beckoned him to come closer**

The waiter of the restaurant : “So what would you like to have,my ladies?” *He softly spoke with a kind and amused smile on his face*

Mitsuri : “Oh!I’m gonna have This one and this and that and that one and oh!last one!another 10 Sakura mochi please!What about you (y/n)-chan!?” *She looks up from the menu to look at your eyes with a smile.Not to mention that you and the waiter were so shocked by the amount of food she ordered.God,your jaw almost dropped to the table!*

(Y/n) : “I...um...guess I’ll have (food of your choice) please” *You state nervously,still shocked by what had just happened.The waiter quickly nodded his head before saying “Your orders will be serve after some moments,please kindly wait” he quickly grab the menu gently before bowing his head slightly and then he turned around and walked away after that*

(Y/n) : “Whoa...are you gonna eat all of that?” *You ask her quickly once the waiter is out of sight*

Mitsuri : “Well,yes!I eat a lot more than you think,you know?” *She shyly replied,her face blush a little as she put one of her hand up in a loose fist at the level of her lower cheek to her chin.(How cute! >//<)*

(Y/n) : “I see!That’s a good thing!” *You smile gently*

Mitsuri : “You think so...?” *She asks quietly,her face is a bit more red!*

(Y/n) : “Yes!Mitsuri-chan is always so cute!” *You grinned at her happily*

Mitsuri : *She grinned back a little bashfully* “Thank you (y/n)-chan....*

**After that you talk a lot about other things,I’ll let you imagine your own conversations with her (such as : your hobbies/talent,your day/life,your favourite food/colour/things and etc.Literally,anything that you wanted to talk with her.I’m sure Mitsuri is willing to listen to your every word or what you have to say and she’d be more than happy to just talk with you,whatever the topic is about as long as she’s comfortable with it!>;❣️(such a sweet girl right?yeah,I know,that’s why I love her so much!💝)**

-Time skip to when both your food was served!✨

Mitsuri : “Wow!It looks so yummy!” *She exclaimed as she looks at the delicious thing in front of her and then smell her food* “And it smells good...” *She trailed off,she’s so deep in the trance of her thoughts with her food,but she’s snapped out of her thoughts when you said...*

(Y/n) : “Yeah,I agree!Then what are we waiting for!?Let’s dig in!” *You speak so excitedly that Mitsuri’s mind was once again deep in thoughts as she’s held captive by your beauty. “How can anyone be so kind,sweet and beautiful just like you,(y/n)-chan?I doubt that there’s any person in this world that is just like you except you yourself...” Mitsuri thought.* “Mitsuri-chan?” *You quietly checked that if she’s still here with you by waving your hand in front of her face for a few times*

Mitsuri : “Y-yes (y/n)-chan?” *She quickly snapped herself out of her trance and force herself to look at you and give you all of her attention as she listened to what you were gonna say* “I’m sorry that I wasn’t listened to you (y/n)-chan...”

(Y/n) : “It’s alright Mitsuri-chan!Don’t worry!It’s just that...are you okay?I called out your name for a few times but you didn’t answer me!and it made me a little concerned about you!” *You quickly explain what had happened a few moments ago and Mitsuri now realized that you had caught her staring at you,STARING if you know what I mean.*

Mitsuri : “Oh!I...um!sorry!What were you saying (y/n)-chan?” *She replied you with red face,clearly flustered and embarrassed*

(Y/n) : “...I was saying that we better should dig in!You wouldn’t want to eat your food when it’s cold already,right Mitsuri-chan?” *You speak with your velvety voice that is so calm and kind,a small smile also present on your face as you think of how cute she looked when she’s all nothing but a completely flustered and embarrassed mess.*

Mitsuri : “Oh yeah!I wouldn’t want that!Now,let’s eat!” *She quickly replied,while trying to change the subject*

(Y/n) : “Mitsuri-chan,Are you sure that you’re alright...why do your face is so red...?” *Okay hear me out,you didn’t say this because you want to tease her-it’s out of pure concern!(Or so I thought...whatever!this is up to you,dear readers!Your choice if you want to tease her or not!❤️)

Mitsuri : “Y-yeah!I’m fine!Completely fine!It’s just um...a little hot in here-hehe!” *Mitsuri’s trying her best to keep her voice normal since she almost squeaked in her every word,but that still didn’t hide the fact that her face is so red*

(Y/n) : “Okay....if you say so!” *You’re still full of concerned to her,but you didn’t want to push her to make her uncomfortable or anything so you let it go*

**And at that you both started to eat your own food.She offer you some of her food and you also offer yours,you both tried to feed each other together at the same time as an exchange of both your food (And of course,both yours and Mitsuri’s face were as red as the tomato as you both try to feed each other),it ends up like a very-VERY cute couple trying to feed each other!And you both also exchange some words with one another while you eat (such as “It tastes so good!” or something like that OMG-).That was until you noticed that there was some food stuck at the corner of Mitsuri’s mouth before you speak...*

(Y/n) : “Hey Mitsuri-chan...” *You called out for her gently to make her look at you with a loving smile on your face*

Mitsuri : “Hmmmmm?Yes (y/n)-chan?” *She replied while her cheeks were still munching on her food,it was adorable you must admitted*

(Y/n) : *Without a word,you softly raised your hand and gently caressed away her food that was at the corner of her mouth* “You have a food stuck at the corner of your mouth,here...” *You kindly said as she stopped chewing and looked into your loving eyes*

Mitsuri : *Mitsuri suddenly felt hot,just only from the touch of your hand,which still didn’t leave her face it’s only caress farther to her bottom lips she opened her mouth a little with surprised “(y/n)-...chan?”.She was looking at you right in the eyes as your hand was still caressing her lips for quite a few more seconds with that tender smile on your face and your loving eyes before you pull your hand back and look down at the table with a quiet mumbling of “Sorry...if I made you uncomfortable...” “Oh no!It’s fine (y/n)-chan!I don’t mind” She said that even though her face was red,but you couldn’t say much...since your face was no different from her in redness.*

**You two were silent for some moments,before Mitsuri broke it (You didn’t notice that when you look down at the table,Mitsuri has that little shy smile on her face as she gazed gently at you)**

Mitsuri : “I-uh...I think that we should continued eating,shall we?” *She tried to light up the mood this make you smile a little because of how caring and sweet little thing she is*

(Y/n) : “Yes...” *You look up to her,smiling shyly.She also smiled at you before quickly saying...*

Mitsuri : “Oh and I almost forgot again!There’s a cherry blossom festival over there!Would you...would you like to come with me?I’ve heard that there’s a lot of interesting and also a lot of fun things to try!” *She asks,nervousness and expectations were full in her voice and face*

(Y/n) : *You nodded happily in return before you say...* “Sure thing Mitsuri-chan” *You replied quickly and you swear to god that you heard her sighed in relief* “Well then,maybe we should hurry up and go take a look at the festival together?” *You state with a smile*

Mitsuri : *She also nodded her head* “Yeah you’re right!Let’s hurry up and finish this (y/n)-chan!” *She said enthusiastically with a big grin*

**And at that you and Mitsuri hurry up and finished both your food before you both held hands together and left the restaurant to go and see that cherry blossom festival, “It’s gonna be a very fun and special day today!” You both thought as you happily ran together to the festival with both your hands still clutch together tightly....I’ll leave the rest to you my dear readers,you decide what happened next!✨💕.**

-Not to mention that when you two left and ran out of the restaurant,everyone in the restaurant has that smile plastered in their faces,they must thank to you both that they wore that smile for the rest of their day.Have a wonderful day,my dear readers!✨💕

Note.The arts are not mine!Credits to the artist!💝❤️

#Demon Slayer #Kimetsu no Yaiba #Kanroji Mitsuri #Mitsuri Kanroji #Demon Slayer x reader #Kimetsu no Yaiba x reader #Mitsuri x reader #Kanroji x reader #Kanroji Mitsuri x reader #Mitsuri Kanroji x reader #Anime x reader #xreader #bambam2550 #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba

[puckngrind]

Leave Her Wild: Chapter 2 - N. MacKinnon

Summary: MacKenzie and her friends head to opening night for the Colorado Avalanche.

Warnings: swearing, alcohol

Word count: 2, 675

Series masterlist / Puck ‘n Grind’s masterlist

Flames.

"You are really gonna wear that?" Mosi looks her friend up and down.

"Yeah, why?" MacKenzie tugs at her jersey. Of course she was going to wear it. Opening night, only hockey jersey she owned. Was a Christmas gift from her parents last year. She did a little twirl to show it off to the group of unamused friends.

"Because..." Drew rolls his hands and she rolls her eyes.

"Laissez les bons temps rouler!" Remy waves his hands in the air.

"That means, Let..." MacKenzie starts.

"Let the good times roll! We know.” Drew and Mosi say in unison.

"Alright, Mac is going to be wearing that. Remy has clearly pre-gamed. Mosi should’ve. We have our tickets and I'm driving so let's go." Drew starts herding the friend group out of MacKenzie's condo.

Opening night at Pepsi Center was always an event. MacKenzie and Drew got tickets from their volunteer efforts so the group headed out for their first time ever. They had gone to a Rockies game after Remy moved to Denver but normally the friend group didn't really do sporting events as outings.

“Is someone gonna explain these rules?” Remy plopped down from his first beer run with Drew and handed MacKenzie one. Eyeing her for the answer.

“Yeah. Kinda like soccer. You know?” She started. Knowing she was the only one who knew anything about hockey. “You can yell, cheer, boo. Doesn't really matter because no one really pays attention to the crazy you say.” The group all nod and she knows they will just clap when those around them do.

“So pizza-Jeep boy is wearing what color?” Mosi whisper yells while leaning into MacKenzie’s side during warmups.

“He’s in the blue and maroon jersey. The white is the Flames.” MacKenzie doesn’t take her eyes off the ice looking for Nathan to point him out but feels Mosi’s eyes on her. “Yes, Mo?”

“But… um... never mind.” Mosi stutters strangely.

"There he is." Kenzie ignores and points to the screen where they have a close up of Nathan showing his stats from the previous season.

The game starts which quieted the group’s chatter while everyone but Kenzie tried following the puck and going from watching the ice to the screen and back.

“Let’s go boys!” MacKenzie stands and yells after a big play with everyone in her section turning to look at her.

“Mac!” Drew pulls her down to her seat. “Check your surroundings.”

“You know I don’t care, right?” MacKenzie starts clapping again with a little cheer.

“As always, you do you.” Drew slow claps along as the game progresses.

Even though MacKenzie warned her friends that there might be only a goal or two, the game was high scoring which the friends all enjoyed. Remy cheered when anyone scored regardless of team. Colorado winning made the home crowd pumped and buzzing about being the year.

"We realize the season has over 80 games, right?" Kenzie comments to no one in particular as they head down the stairs.

“Food! Real food and drinks that don’t cost a million bucks.” Mosi begs on the way out.

“Allons! Let’s go!” Remy points to the closest restaurant he can see. "That one! Onward." Remy leads the group over.

Drinks, food, laughter fill the table as they banter back and forth.

“Isn’t that her, Mac?” MacKenzie hears someone nearby. She turns to see Nathan, Cale and a few more guys at a table about ten feet away. Nathan nods. She raises her hand then quickly feels the blood rushing to her face.

“Kenzie Lou, why are you the same color as your jersey?” Remy looks her up and down.

“Oh.” Drew mumbles with his mouth full seeing the table MacKenzie just waved towards.

“Oh yeah, this is gonna be fun!” Mosi clapped and is greeted with a kick under the table. “Ouch. Well it is.”

MacKenzie huffs and stands to her feet. Inhales and walks right over to the table of what she assumed was full of professional hockey players.

“Nice game Nathan.” She stops right at the end of his table and knows her face is still bright red.

“Looks like you were rooting for the other team there. Sorry 'bout that.” One of the boys down the table barks out.

“Hi MacKenzie. Thanks. Were you there? At the game, I mean.” Nathan turns his body towards her.

“Yes. Got tickets because of the foundation thing so we all went.” She gestures towards her eager looking friends. They wave and Nathan waves back with a flick of his wrist.

“Oh cool. So you are a… a Calgary fan?” Nathan gulps hard taking in the home Flames jersey.

“Well, a Tkachuk fan, actually. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks over at the 19 on her shoulder. “He was phenomenal last… ya'll. Well. Yeah.” MacKenzie looks around the amused players and shuts up.

“Sorry, let me introduce you. Guys, this is the other Mac. MacKenzie. Uh. Shit. I never caught your last name.” Nathan looks at her searching for a name.

“Blackwood.” MacKenzie answers and the guy across from Nate spits out his drink. “Um.” She just looks at him.

Nate wipes his face and stares down his teammate. “Are you fucking serious, EJ?”

“Sorry man.” EJ hands him another napkin. “No teeth.” He flashes his massive gap which makes MacKenzie giggle softly and Nathan groan.

“Let me get this straight. You live in Cale and Tyson’s building, volunteer with youth, only seem to follow Tkachuk 'cause you don't seem to know Avs hockey.” He wipes his mouth to continue. MacKenzie recognizes him as the captain from the game. “Have the same name as a goalie in the league, and are giving my boy, Nate here a run for his money.” Gabe winks with a sinister smile.

“Wait what?” MacKenzie puts her fingers to the bridge of her nose.

“What he means is…” Nate starts and MacKenzie places a finger up to stop him.

“No the goalie thing. I’m choosing to ignore the last part for now.” She says which gets a reaction from the entire table.

“Mackenzie Blackwood is a goalie in New Jersey. You happen to have the same name.” Nate explains.

“Gotcha. I’ll be honest, I catch games when I can but it’s background noise.” MacKenzie still feels her cheeks on fire but doesn’t let it stop her. “I will go to a Flames games if I'm in town when they play ya'll then a Blues game when I’m home with my dad and brother. Most of my hockey following is checking stats or social media.” She takes a deep breath not wanting to look directly at the table that all seem mesmerized by her presence. “Anyway, just wanted to say hi, which I did. So…. Nice game gentleman. Enjoy your post game dinner. Good seeing you again Nate. Cale.” MacKenzie nods and turns on her heals to her friends who haven’t touched their food since she left.

"Kenzie Lou!" Remy softly squeals.

"Don't." MacKenzie grits her teeth.

"What the hell did you talk to an entire table of NHL players about?" Mosi ignores her friend's request.

"I guess I have the same name as a goalie in the league." She annoyingly answers.

Drew starts typing before anyone can respond. "Oh yes. Mackenzie Blackwood. K not capitalized. Canadian. 22. New Jersey rookie who started last year. Wait, how does that happen?" Drew looks at MacKenzie's face . "Later. I'll google it later."

"Could we eat please?" MacKenzie takes a drink of her water and starts to finish her meal. She feels a ping on her phone and turns it over to read the notification.

Nathan's i-phone wants to airdrop you. Accept?

MacKenzie looks over and he nods at the phone. She looks back to accept and sees a screenshot from his notes apologizing for being awkward and asking for her number. She seems confused.

"Kenz?" Mosi questions.

"He wants my number." MacKenzie whispers.

"I'm confused." Remy whispers back.

"Found my phone on airdrop. Smart at least." MacKenzie chuckles.

"So airdrop your digits back to him or I will." Mosi pulls her phone out. "I just need to turn on mine. Who keeps it on? You, of course you do Mac." Mosi looks at Kenzie amused.

"Should I?" MacKenzie pulls at her loose curl wrapping it around her finger and letting it bounce back.

"YES!" Drew almost yells. "What could it hurt? Have a new contact for work at the least." Drew knew exactly what would get MacKenzie to send her number. She looks down to see Remy had written down her number on his napkin. The man always had a pen on him.

"Snap this to 'em." Remy pushed it over so MacKenzie did just that. Almost throwing her phone down as soon as she did. It buzzed not even a minute later.

Maybe Nate: Hi Mackenzie. This is Nate.

MacKenzie: Hi Nate. You can call me Kenzie or Mac

Nate: Okay Kenzie.

She looks up at him and he smiles wide.

Kenzie: enjoy your dinner

Nate: Same. I’ll text you later

She didn’t expect to hear from Nate but the next morning while getting ready for work, MacKenzie hears her text notification.

Nate: good morning. We are off Sunday and a few of us are playing cards at Cale’s place. Would you and your friends want to come over? It’s not far for you.

She stares at the text and starts to pace. Then sends out a group text.

Kenzie: Nate and some of the Avs want us to come over Sunday. Thoughts?

MacKenzie got all three messages immediately in return.

Mosi: obviously yes

Drew: yes is the only answer

Remy: fuck ya!

MacKenzie sent a text to Nate saying yes and asked what they could bring. She wasn't surprised Nate said nothing just themselves.

Sunday rolled around. MacKenzie and her friends walked down to Cale’s condo. She stopped in front of the door and Drew reached over her to knock. Kenzie looked up at him.

"What, just making sure we don't have to stand here forever." The door swung open as Drew finishes his statement.

“Nate, they are here and at least she’s not in a Flames jersey today.” The curly haired guy MacKenzie knew was Tyson from a quick google search of the team over the weekend.

“Decided to leave that at home, Tyson, but I can go get it.” MacKenzie points while giving him a half smile.

“Oh, and she...” Tyson turns to see Nathan behind him. “And she knows my name.”

“Sorry, don’t mind him. He got checked a little too hard at practice this morning.” Nathan pulls Tyson back into the condo. “Come in please.” He gestured and they moved past Nathan into the condo that was the mirror image of MacKenzie’s just slightly larger.

"Make yourselves comfortable." Cale popped his head out from the kitchen. "I'm sure you know where everything is."

"Yeah, just backwards." MacKenzie looks down the hall to the rooms. "Two or three?"

"Three. You?" MacKenzie raises two fingers and realizes her friends have already made their way into the living room.

"Thanks for coming." Nate was still standing behind her and she jumped.

"Thanks for inviting us. My mother tells me I need to make more friends here." MacKenzie sighs.

"Same actually. Tells me the team isn't enough." Nathan looks over her at his friends that were also his coworkers.

"Work, travel, and such keep my circle small." MacKenzie admits. "Oddly, same. You travel for work?" Nathan pushes his hands into his pockets and leans against the wall.

"I do then try to do different things for fun, you know?" She leans against the other wall.

"That's cool. Where are you heading next?"

MacKenzie's mind normally would be racing. Thinking of all the reasons why she shouldn't tell this essential stranger her work schedule but something about him made her feel easy. Maybe how he had more to lose if he burnt her. He didn't know what she did for a living but she could make his life miserable. Maybe it was the simplicity of their conversation or the kindness in his eyes. She felt like she could talk to him.

"Colorado Springs then off to Washington D.C. for the rest of the week and into next week." She answered him.

"Oh, I think we are in D.C. next weekend or maybe the beginning of the week." He stares at his foot kicking the invisible dirt then looked back up at MacKenzie.

"We are. Now are you two just gonna talk in the hall or are you gonna play cards here?" Gabe leans around the corner. "We've already gotten to know Kenzie's friends... let's go!" He gives Nate a look that doesn't go unnoticed. The two walk into the living room.

“Do I need to make introductions?” Nate looks around the room at all the eyes on both of them.

“Well, I googled ya’ll in preparation for today… so… I think I’m good.” She scans the room and sees a few of the girlfriends or wives. “Well, I don’t know the ladies.”

Nate took a moment to identify the few sitting around the room and who they belonged to. Pulling out an empty chair for MacKenzie. “Here, you can play here.” She sat down and pulled her legs up criss crossed under her as Gabe explained the rules. The group played poker until there were four left. JT, Nathan, MacKenzie, and Mosi. Mosi kept saying she accidentally won her table which made the competitive men agitated but made MacKenzie amused. Eventually it was just Nathan and MacKenzie.

“Kenzie, I think you and Nate need a wager of some sort.” Drew drops a bottle of water next to her and she glares up at him.

“I’m game.” Nate pipes up.

“Okay, so what if I win?” Kenzie takes a sip of water.

“Glass seats at the game of your choice.” Gabe declares.

“Okay, and if Nate wins?” Kenzie directs her attention to the captain who now has his hands on Nathan’s shoulders.

“You go out to dinner with him.” Gabe squeezes Nathan’s shoulders and smiles at Kenzie.

“Uh…” Nathan tries to nervously interject.

“That’s fine.” Kenzie tries to control her blush by not directly looking at Nathan then overcomes it to look right into his soft eyes. "Let's play."

Cale starts to deal and everyone can feel the shift of all eyes on the table even though most had scattered once they were knocked out in individual conversations. After three hands, Nathan goes all in.

"I think he's bluffing." MacKenzie whispers and pushes all her chips to the center.

"Kenzie..." He breathes out and Gabe's hand returns to his shoulder.

They place their cards down and Nathan wins with a full house. The cheers start and Nathan just stares at Kenzie who gives him a small smile. She gets up and heads to the kitchen to grab a drink. Finding Cale's rum and starts pouring more than necessary into her diet coke. Takes a drink and feels someone behind her.

"Drew, I'm not that competitive." She doesn't even turn around.

"It's not Drew." Nate murmurs.

MacKenzie turns around slowly. "Sorry. Nice game." She raises her glass to him.

"We don't have to go out for dinner, you know." Nathan shifts his weight.

"Well, a deal is a deal, right?" Kenzie tries not to breath him in as he reaches around her for a water but he smells amazing. He shrugs his shoulders. "If I won, would I have glass seats?" She leans into the counter.

"Yes, you can still have them if you want." Nate fiddles with the bottle, flicking at the paper label.

"So, dinner. When we both get back in town, okay?" Kenzie takes a sip and looks up at Nathan.

"Yes, I'll have my people call your people then." Nathan laughs.

"So Gabe will call Mosi?" MacKenzie bites her cheek with her comeback.

"Oooorrrr... I'll just text you." Nathan replies.

MacKenzie takes a drink again and winces with the burn. "That works too."

#leave her wild fic #N MacKinnon fic #Nate the great 29 #K's new series #2019 hockey season #nathan mackinnon

[milkybonya]

In THE DaRk

order 004 for anon: large coconut milk tea (In THE DaRk by BOBBy) with regular tapioca pearls and fresh taro

Warnings: food mentions

Pairing: idol!Hui x delivery worker!reader

Summary: you deliver food to cube ent. and end up becoming friends with Hui, an idol who's at the peak of his career... but he finds himself falling for you even as his songs rise on the charts :")

Word count: like maybe 3k?

[a/n]: i love this request because i love this song and writing it while listening to the song on loop in the dark of my room just made me so happy? also i put wayyyy more effort into this than necessary and it turned out super long >.< i'm so sorry anonnie i hope you like itttt ahhh

Shine, you shine on my existence

Sure, Hui was an idol with a life of his own - especially now, during Shine promotions, that his group, PENTAGON, was blowing up. Yet he never failed to make time for you, because you were the light of his life.

As a hardworking idol who was always cooped up in his studio and skipping meals, his members encouraged him to at least order food. He was reluctant but eventually agreed, not wanting to make them worry.

That's where you came in: a delivery worker at a local restaurant not too far from Cube entertainment, Hui's company. A lot of people ordered from your restaurant to Cube, so you weren't surprised when a new order flashed on the iPad screen at your workplace.

"We've got another delivery, [y/n]," the worker at the front told you with a smile, walking to the back to tell the cooks what to prepare.

You tapped your feet against the ground, awaiting the order. Once it was prepared, you carefully placed it in your delivery bag, fastened it to your bike and off you went, wearing a helmet of course.

The gentle breeze was enough to cheer you up and give you energy, despite the scene around you being full of traffic and slightly bleak.

Once you arrived, the guards let you in without even checking your workplace ID this time, recognizing you as a trusted delivery person.

You made your way up to the floor listed on the order, roaming through countless hallways until you finally found the right room. Judging by the area and the doors, it seemed to be full of studios.

The person who ordered this must be working hard, you thought to yourself.

Suddenly, you got an urge to leave a note, wishing the person well. You took out a scrap piece of paper and a pen that you always had handy, your heart racing and your hands shaking at the thought of doing this. You were excited at the idea of the person being happy to see such a cheerful note...

I hope you enjoy this meal and that it gives you enough energy to keep working hard :) Go for it!

After neatly placing the food and note at the door, you knocked and walked away, not wanting to bother the person. Even though you didn't turn your back, you heard the door open a few seconds later.

"Thank you!" a voice echoed through the hall.

You turned quickly to say ‘you’re welcome’ in response and caught a glimpse of what seemed to be a young idol hard at work. His hair was messy and he had dark circles under his eyes, but his mismatches clothes and bright smile were quite cute.

You thought that would be the last you’d see of him, but from that day onwards, he always ordered food from your restaurant at the same time: 2:09pm. Why so specific? You weren’t sure, but that’s how it was, and you being the only delivery worker at your restaurant meant that it would always be you taking the food to him.

The second time you went, you were surprised to see a note waiting on the door for you.

Thank you for your cheerful message... I’ll do my best to work harder!

It made you smile and you decided to leave another note with his order, this time just asking him what his favourite side dishes were so you could tell the cooks to put more of those in next time. Instead of him leaving a note for you with the response, though, Hui decided to text you this time so he wouldn't have to wait for you to make another delivery before you could see his response.

Unknown: This is Hui! Ah, I ordered food from you at 2:09pm? I'm not really picky on side dishes, but one of my members likes kimchi, so could you make sure to leave more of that for me?

You: sure, of course! but how did you get my number?

Hardworking Hui: Ah, sorry! It was on the app since you're the delivery worker... for me to contact you in case you get lost? I'm sorry!

You: No, that's okay! i just wanted to be sure ^^

So after that day, you made sure Hui always got extra kimchi with his order. He would always greet you at the door of his studio, quickly asking about your day and how you were doing. Truthfully, he actually wanted to ask you to come inside so he could talk with you some more, because the two of you would always get an interesting conversation going before you declared you had to leave.

Since he was too shy to ask you in person, he texted you, instead.

Hardworking Hui: could you get the rest of the day off after delivering my order today?

You: why?

Hardworking Hui: so you can eat with me? if that's okay? or just take an hour off!

You: ...

You: Only if you pay for my food :P

Hardworking Hui: deal

So that day, you asked your manager for the hour off from 2:30pm to 3:30pm. She agreed, knowing that you always work hard and deserve a break.

Showing up to Hui's studio with his usual order and some food for yourself in your hands, you knocked a little nervously this time, knowing that this wouldn't just be a delivery, but a whole... hang out? Type of thing?

Hui had made sure to clean his studio to the best of his ability, making sure that there was another comfy chair for you to sit on and that the room didn't smell bad or anything. He lit a couple of candles and vacuumed the place so there would be no dust. When you knocked on the door, he jumped out of his seat with excitement, immediately opening it.

"Hi! Come in," he said, holding the door open so you could step inside. Seeing the cosy, dimly lit space left you in awe.

"It's so cool to see where you've been working away for all this time," you said, sitting down on a chair and putting the food down.

"Yeah... sometimes I get tired of it, but it's home," Hui said, sitting on his studio chair and opening up the food.

"Ah... where's the kimchi?" Hui asked, pointing at all the dishes.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, I told the cook to include my favourite side dish too, but he must have just replaced the kimchi with this instead, I'm so sorry!"

Hui laughed, shaking his head.

"It's completely fine!" he said, handing you your favourite side dish.

As the two of you began eating, you were able to get to know each other more as you spoke and asked each other questions. Even though it was a little silly asking for each other's favourite colours and seasons, it was a lot of fun, and the two of you turned out to have a lot in common.

Tears are erased by my emotions / Add, add colour to the world

After that day, you weren't just a delivery worker for Hui, and he wasn't just a customer to you. The two of you became close friends, attending the concerts of your favourite artists together. Hui would joke and say that he was attending for work reasons, trying to gain musical inspiration, while you had no real reason to be there. You'd slap his shoulder lightly, telling him to watch his words while he'd laugh at your reaction.

Even though his work was stressful at times, it was days like those that seemed to make him cry in reverse, if that was even possible? You showed up and turned his world around, adding colour onto his black and white canvas.

His members even told him that he seemed more cheerful and energetic despite still working hard in the studio, and Hui even told you that his songwriting process seemed to be running more smoothly.

"I'm so glad we became friends," he told you, leaning his head on your shoulder one day as the two of you sat on a park bench. You smiled, strongly agreeing with him in your own heart.

But do you remember when I mentioned Shine promotions at the beginning of this? Well, let's skip forward to that point.

By then, you had seen Hui and his group perform quite a few times, whether it was at concerts, music shows or even on the TV at your home. You were incredibly proud of him and wanted nothing but for him to succeed.

Every time Hui found you in the crowd at any of his live performances, he'd feel some kind of crazy adrenaline rush as all of his tiredness just seemed to magically disappear. He'd perform as if rent was due just because you gave him the energy to do so.

"Was [y/n] watching us again?" Hyunggu asked backstage after another performance for Shine ended safely.

"Yeah, I saw them there!" Hongseok confirmed.

"Plus, you can tell by the way Hui is acting," Yuto laughed, nodding towards Hui who was frantically texting you asking you if you'd left completely.

You told him you were still at the venue, and he begged you to come backstage. When you arrived, you greeted all of the Pentaboys, who adored you almost as much as Hui did, before joining Hui at his makeup table. You greeted the makeup artist too, out of respect, before asking Hui why he needed to see you so urgently.

"We might win today... I just wanted you to be by my side as good luck," he explained, a clearly worried expression on his face.

It was a shock to you that despite Shine doing so well on the charts, Pentagon still had not gotten their first win, but you knew they were an amazing group, regardless.

What you doing now? What's your plan now?

You placed your hand on top of Hui's, which rested on his own thigh.

"Hui, I know you haven't been getting all the wins you've been expecting, but we can't deny that this song is absolutely a bop and you have all been killing it!" you told him with a smile.

You couldn't tell whether or not your words had any sort of effect on him because he was looking down, but you hoped they at least didn't make him feel worse.

The rest of the Pentaboys cheered hearing your words though, feeling energized at your honest observation.

Hui was looking down because his stomach was tied in knots at the feeling of your hand on his. It was something he'd never felt before... butterflies? He tried to shrug it off but he couldn't stop wondering about your intentions... did you place your hand over his for a reason? What were you trying to tell him? What were you planning?

Inside my brain, after making a place for you / You make it impossible for me to sleep

That night, Hui still couldn't stop thinking about your simple gesture. You didn't mean anything by it, right? It was just a friend comforting a friend... the two of you had been friends for a while now, so why was he thinking into this so much?

As feelings of sleepiness took over, he drowsily wondered what it would be like to hold your hand rather than to just have his hand underneath yours. What would it be like to be held by you?

-

The next day, with more promotions ahead, you made sure to send Hui a text of good luck. You wouldn't be able to watch from the live audience that day, since you had work and deliveries to carry out, but you still wanted him to know that you were thinking of him.

Hui couldn't stop staring at your message of good luck for the whole day, pressing his finger on the heart emoji that you added at the end of your message.

"Hui hyung, are you reading something?" Wooseok asked the leader, sitting beside him on the sofa in the waiting room.

"Huh? N-no," Hui quickly said with a laugh, tucking his phone away.

"You've been staring at your phone all day... what is it, is it a fun webtoon?"

"No, no! Don't worry about it," Hui laughed, ruffling the tall boy's hair.

Wooseok whined, yelling about how the stylist just did his hair. Meanwhile, Hui's heart was racing. Why had he been staring at your text message all day?

You: I'm thinking of you today, Hui! Go get em, good luck <3

Are you thinking of me in this dawn? / I wish there was a continuous portal from my room to yours

Again, that night, Hui couldn't stop thinking about you. This time, it was about the message you'd sent him. He still had it open and was staring at it. He wondered if, when you said you were thinking of him, did that mean you were thinking of him right then and there too? At the same time when he was thinking about you?

Were your sleepless thoughts filled with him, just like his were filled with you-?

Ring ring. Ring ring.

Shit.

He'd been staring at your text and holding his phone so tightly that he accidentally pressed the call icon next to your name.

"Hello?" you answered sleepily. It was 3am and you had been asleep.

"H-hello? [y/n]?"

"Yes, Hui, what is it?"

"I uh..."

He desperately tried to think of an excuse for calling you, any reason-

"I wish there was a portal that went directly from my room to yours."

Really, Hui? Was that the best thing you could think of?

His heart raced and he smiled as he heard your laugh on the other end. He didn't realize he'd balled his other hand into a fist until your laughter made him calm down.

"What are you saying, Hui?"

"I miss you..." he mumbled.

Despite being sleepy, his words still made you nervous. Your heart raced and you wondered what he was trying to tell you.

"I m-miss you too," you croaked out.

"Really?" Hui asked you, sitting up in bed.

"Yeah, really," you said, laughing. It wasn't a lie, either. You'd been watching all of his performances on your phone that day while working, almost falling off your bike because you were that invested. In him.

"Do you wanna meet up now?"

"Now?" you spluttered.

"Yeah... by the Han River?"

You paused for a while before answering.

"Let's do it."

Even if I breathe in the cold air / It feels sweet, so sweet

"AHHH IT'S SO COOOOLD!" Hui yelled into the night air, rubbing his arms and running around in circles beside you.

"Here, take my coat," you said, but instead just wrapping your arms around him.

Hui tensed up, wondering if your arm that was wrapped around his chest could feel his heartbeat.

"W-what are you doing?" he asked.

"Providing you with warmth," you said.

You also felt butterflies stirring within you, realizing that maybe you saw Hui as more than just a friend. Yet you shrugged it off, telling yourself that Hui was an idol and you were just a delivery worker.

You can't know my pathetic feelings / Even if I've confessed a hundred times inside my brain / I'm invisible to you

Hui stayed quiet, closing his eyes tightly and enjoying the feeling of being in your arms on this cold night. He knew this embrace wouldn't last and that maybe it wouldn't happen again, because in his mind, he was invisible to you. Just a friend who you goofed around with, but all of your jokes made his heart rush.

The two of you ran around the grassy banks of Han River together, laughing into the night and chasing each other like kids. Each time Hui caught up to you, he'd wrap his small frame around you so tightly that it made you lose your breath. You told yourself it was just because you were running so hard, but it was definitely something else.

As the sun was beginning to rise and the two of you were finally in your homes, trying to get some sleep, Hui imagined what it would be like to confess to you. What if he confessed right there and then when you hugged him by the Han River? What if he told you how much he likes you and... what if you felt the same? What if you cupped his cheeks in your hands and kissed him right there as the river reflected the starlight from the sky...? What if Hui would drop his phone in shock but would kiss you back more passionately?

No, Hui. No.

If I ever want you to feel the same / That must be greedy, that'd probably be a chance to peek into heaven / 'Cause you are angel

There was no way any of that would ever happen. There was no way you would ever like him back, at least for Hui. You were way too good for him, an angel on this planet full of demons and sinners.

Little did he know that you were also squinting at the sun, struggling to get some sleep as you thought of the way Hui would press his face into your chest every time he caught up to you at the Han River as you chased each other for fun. His bright smile and gentle laughter made your heart feel like the Han River itself, gently flowing along but filled with such a refreshing feeling.

After another week of intense Shine promotions, Hui feeling all sorts of emotions as Shine continued to soar while his feelings for you also grew, it became unbearable. The two of you would talk late into the night, whether it was sending texts because Hui was busy working or whether it was phone calls. Hui thought about you every second of every day and always missed you a ton.

Please know that I like you / I just want to be there for the rest of your life

Hui asked you to meet him in his studio one evening, as he knew your work schedule and knew that you were free. You agreed, slightly confused as to how he was making time to meet with you despite being so busy.

"Hui, I'm here!" you sang, opening the door to his studio and finding him sitting there in his chair, looking especially cute as his hair was slightly ruffled and he wore a big, comfy hoodie.

"[y/n], I have to tell you something," he said, with a slightly sad smile.

"Yeah, what is it?"

You grew worried, but decided not to make a fuss over anything just yet.

"So, for some time now.... well, of course we've been good friends, and I don't want this to ruin that if you don't feel the same..."

He sighed mid-sentence.

"Gosh, I don't know why I'm rambling," he said with a laugh.

You instinctively laughed along.

"Well, [y/n]. I like you... a lot. I know it's pathetic for me to feel this way when I don't even deserve you, but-"

"You like me?" you cut him off.

Hui nodded in response, looking slightly red now.

Nervous and absolutely bewildered, you starting laughing to yourself, making Hui worry if he'd said something wrong.

"Hui, I... I like you too, what the hell?! And here I was thinking I was pathetic!"

"You're not pathetic at all!" Hui said, grinning widely and bright red in the face upon hearing your answer to his confession.

Both of you nervously smiled at each other for some time before Hui broke the silence.

"I know... it may be hard to date me... well no, it will be hard to date me since I'm an idol, but I promise I'll give this my everything. It's a given, because of how much I like you and how lucky I am for you to even date me-"

"I never said I was dating you," you joked.

"What?" Hui asked in shock.

"I'm joking! Hui, it's okay. We'll get through these difficulties together, whatever they may be," you said, holding half of his face in your right hand, stroking his cheek with your thumb.

Hui leaned into your touch, closing his eyes.

"You're right," he said, before turning his face and pressing his lips to your hand.

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[yuta-nakamots]

misfit - j.sc

Pairing - Sungchan x Reader

Genre - Horror/Thriller, Angst, Fluff

Warnings - serial killer, character death, violence, murder, implications of sex

Summary - A murderer is on the loose, killing with no regret and ending the lives of more than just a few people. No one knew who it was, turning against each other upon even the slightest bit of doubt. Maybe you should’ve been more careful with who you chose to trust. 

Word Count - 5.3k

A/N - this is inspired entirely from a dream I had a few days ago. I've added very little to what I saw in my dream aside from Sungchan as the male lead. yes, I am freaked out by this and yes, I am scared of writing for Sungchan bc I don’t know his personality all too well but as an ‘01 liner myself I have faith in us

Written for the #NeoHalloween writing festival hosted by @nct-writers​. Check out the masterlist here.

For five months now, your town has lived in fear. A serial killer was on the loose and he was known by the name of Hickleback Jack though no one knew where the name came from or who had started it. Each month, the population of your town voted on the local community board to have one person executed who they thought was Hickleback Jack. So far, not a single guess was right leaving five innocent people dead. Well, five plus an extra thirty, give or take.

See, the thing about Hickleback Jack, was that every time the votes came in at the end of the month, he could see just who voted for him and targeted them as his next victims. He killed six of those people over the following month, adding up to seven dead each time the town guessed incorrectly. It was getting to a point where no one trusted each other, no one dared to say anything against each other in fear of being accused or in fear of being the next to fall mercy to Hickleback Jack.

Not much was known about this killer other than his appearance. He’s male with a tall and broad figure though he always covers his face with some kind of mask. His common weapon is known to be an axe. People have claimed to have seen him late at night under the dim orange glow of the street lamps but he was never caught by the authorities, leaving everyone restless and waiting for the next kill.

The night was still young when you had gotten home from school and it was a Friday night which was basically an open invitation for you to call over your boyfriend, Sungchan. He had transferred in to your university at the start of the school year, and had ended up sitting next to you during your sophomore seminar class, leading to the start of your friendship with him.

A simple friendship soon blossomed into a relationship after Sungchan’s bright personality began shining through his somewhat intimidating exterior. You lived without fear when Sungchan was around, the love you had for him blocking out anything else in the world that wasn’t him.

You sat on your bed, your homework spread out in front of you while you held your phone up to your ear. “Do you want to come over tonight?” You ask as soon as he picks up your call.

You hear rustling on the other end of the call before Sungchan clears his throat and speaks, his voice husky from sleep. “Sorry, can you repeat that?”

“I said, do you want to come over tonight?” You paused and heard him yawn. “You fell asleep after class didn’t you?” You smiled to yourself thinking of your boyfriend’s handsome face as he napped after getting back to his apartment once he finished with his classes for the day, which was a common occurrence now that the semester was in full swing.

“Mmm,” he hummed in thought, “as much as I’d love to, I really shouldn’t have taken that nap because of how much homework I have.”

“Oh, that’s okay, do your homework first,” you reassure him, “maybe we can hang out some other time this weekend. It’s only Friday after all.”

“Definitely. Are you starting yours right now?” Sungchan asked.

“Yeah, I’d rather not wait and end up cramming on Sunday night.” You laughed, knowing that said event has happened more times that you’d like to admit.

Sungchan let out a noise of agreement. “I’ll let you know when I’m done with my homework though.”

“Same here.” You promised.

“Alright, let’s get to work and I’ll talk to you soon.” He told you.

“Sounds good, love you.”

“Love you too.”

With that you hung up, eager to start on your homework in hopes of getting to spend more time with your boyfriend. You actually had a lot of it this weekend thanks to molecular biology, and you figured that if you couldn’t talk to Sungchan, who had yet to take the course, you called up your study group discord instead. Luckily, many of them were in similar situations as you, faced with the daunting task of completing all the worksheets assigned during class earlier in the day.

“Okay so was anyone paying attention during the lecture today?” Your classmate Chenle asked.

“I know Yeji fell asleep so you’re in the same boat as her.” You interject, recalling the sight of both of them knocked out in their seats as the professor droned on about the functions of the structures inside cells.

Yeji let out a gasp of shock at how blatantly you called her out. “I may have fallen asleep but at least I still know that the mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell.”

“Everyone knows that, Yeji.” Your other classmate Jaemin said, his voice void of enthusiasm.

“Okay, Jaemin, we get it, Mr. Serious.” You teased.

“Yeah, this is a biology study group, not a bible study group, lighten up a little.” Chenle jokes.

Jaemin scoffed, “sometimes I feel like I’m the only one who’s trying to do well in this class.”

“Well not all of us enjoy the taste of coffee with six shots of caffeine in them.” Yeji argued back.

“Guys,” you called out as Jaemin and Yeji started arguing, “guys!” They finally stopped to hear what you had to say. “Let’s just get this over with sooner rather than later because I know none of us want to be awake at 2am trying to figure this out alone.”

“Agreed,” Chenle said, “so question three, the one about the DNA mutation, how is missense different from nonsense?”

“Missense is where one of the bases mutates and changes to something else, therefore changing the protein level,” Jaemin explained, “nonsense is the same theoretical concept except it spells out one of the stop codes.”

Yeji let out a groan, “can you slow down, or like, I don’t know, use easier words or something?”

Most of your night passed by like this and before you knew it, it was already nearing midnight and you could tell your classmates were just as exhausted as you. “I think we should call it here.”

“Definitely,” Yeji confirmed, “tomorrow morning at 10?”

You all let out similar answers of acknowledgement before Chenle spoke up. “The poll closes on tomorrow night so make sure to vote if you haven’t already.”

Because of how long this has been going on for, everyone was already on the same page once someone mentioned the poll or voting. “There were only five kills this month so I wouldn’t be surprised if the last one is announced tomorrow or Sunday morning.” Jaemin chimed in.

“All the recent kills were related to the university so I know a lot of people are suspecting someone in our age range.” Yeji informed the group.

Jaemin let out a chuckle, “if the killer actually is a college student, I wouldn’t be surprised since it is getting close to the last wave of midterms and then finals so that would explain why the victims fall into the same category.” The chat fell silent at that. “I’m just saying that he’s getting a little lazy by grouping all his kills like this.”

“Jaemin, are you sure you’re not the killer?” Chenle asked with a laugh at the end.

“Guys, I can promise you that I’m not the killer, I swear on my life.” Jaemin promised.

“Alright, that’s enough detective work for tonight, I’ll start the call again around 10 tomorrow. Sounds good?” You conclude, wanting to curl up under your covers already, which is exactly what you do once everyone wishes each other a good night and hung up.  

Morning came a little too quickly for your liking, the bright sunlight flooding into your room through the window and forcing you awake. Checking your phone, you saw that it was 9:30am, meaning you had some time to spare before your next meeting with the bio study group, along with a notification from Sungchan that he had sent well after you had fallen asleep.

Sungchan > y/n

2:14am: Just got rescheduled to work opening shift tomorrow.

2:15am: Didn’t finish my homework but I can stop by at your house after work with my stuff and we can hang out and have fun once we’re both done?

Your heart warmed at how he stayed up late trying to finish his homework for you and that he suggested the idea of coming over after his shift at a small local restaurant finished just so the two of you could be together even if you’d be focusing on your own tasks for a while.

y/n > Sungchan

9:32am: Sorry I didn’t text back earlier, I just woke up!

9:32am: But of course you can come over, I might even be done with my work by then ;)

You plugged your phone to let it charge and left it on your nightstand as you made yourself breakfast downstairs. The house was quiet since your mom already left for work and you dad worked a night shift job and was probably sleeping at the moment. It was strangely serene as you prepared yourself a bowl of cereal though the calm was rudely interrupted by the sound of your ringtone coming from your room.

Deciding to get it after eating breakfast, you poured the cereal in first, thinking about the way Sungchan had told you before that he liked to pour the milk first and let the cereal soak up the milk. “It makes it super soggy and I like it.” He tried reasoning with you, to which you only raised an eyebrow at.

Just as you put the milk carton back into the refrigerator and was about to take a bit of your cereal, your phone started going off again. You placed your bowl onto the kitchen table and made your way back up to your bedroom to see what it was that was so important this early in the morning. Checking the notifications, it was Yeji who had been calling you so you shot her a message.

y/n > Yeji

9:39am: What’s up?

Yeji > y/n

9:40am: I just dreamt that it was Jaemin who was the killer

9:40am: please call me right now I feel like I’m going to go insane

You heeded her words and called her immediately. “So what happened in the dream?”

“I don’t know, I just remember being chased by a man with an axe and I was running to the school to try to see if I could get help but then I tripped and when I turned around, it was Jaemin.” Yeji blurted out without a single breath in between.

You paused, trying to take in all the information she just threw at you. “Do you have any reason as to why you think you dreamt this?”

“The way he was talking last night,” she stopped to catch her breath, “he spoke so in detail that I couldn’t help but overthink like, what if he is actually the killer? What if we’re next?”

“Well, you can vote for him in the poll if you want but personally, I don’t think it’s him.” You think of your next words carefully. “I’m not trying to invalidate your thoughts but Jaemin does come from a reputable family-”

“Y/n, it could be anyone. Family doesn’t matter. We have no information on the guy, we don’t know what economic class he’s in or anything.” Yeji interrupted.

You took a few seconds to gather your thoughts before speaking again. “That is true, but we all know Jaemin wants to be a surgeon right? He’s in all these difficult classes and he maintains such high grades-”

“Okay but how is that relevant?” Yeji interrupted yet again.

She was getting on your nerves but you held yourself back. “Listen, I’m just trying to say that with the amount of time and effort he puts into school, I don’t think he could be the killer. The killer plans his kills well enough that we just can’t find him and that probably takes just as much time as school does for us.”

Yeji took a while to respond though when she did, her words surprised you. “Now you’re starting to sound like the killer.”

“Yeji, I can promise you that it’s not me. I’m just as scared as you are in this whole situation,” you reasoned, “I’ll even vote for Jaemin if it makes you feel better.”

She let out a sigh across the line. “Okay fine. Maybe a kill will happen while we’re on the call and it’ll clear Jaemin’s name.”

“I think you’re letting it all get to you, just try not to think about it for a bit.” You advised.

“But am I really overreacting y/n? We live every day in fear of being the next victim. Tomorrow is not promised to any of us, so am I really overreacting?” You look over at the clock on your wall as she spoke, realizing that it’s already 9:55 and you should probably start the call already.

“No, I don’t think you’re overreacting, I’m just saying that constantly thinking about it to this extent isn’t good for you. We still have school to pay attention to,” you explain, “speaking of, I’m gonna start the call now.”

“I can’t just stop thinking about it that easily but whatever, let’s just hope that we’re not associating ourselves with a murderer by doing this.” You can only shake your head as you start the call.

Chenle joined immediately followed by Yeji. “Good morning ladies, President Zhong here. How are we doing on this fine day?”

You rolled your eyes even though a smile spread across your face. “I’m doing good, Mr. President. Ready to finish off these worksheets.”

“Good, good,” Chenle affirmed, sticking with his act, “and you, Miss Yeji?”

“Fine.” She shot out.

Chenle let out a quiet chuckle, “someone’s a little grumpy this morning. Maybe we should’ve met a bit later.”

“No, let’s just get this over with.” Yeji grumbled just as Jaemin joined.

“Great! Now that the head brain cell is here, let’s get this meeting started.” Chenle exclaimed.

Four hours into your meeting and eight out of ten worksheets later, your phone begins to ring with an incoming call from Sungchan. “Hold on guys, I gotta take this call. Hello?”

“I’m downstairs, come pick me up.” You couldn’t deny the butterflies that spread throughout your chest upon hearing your boyfriend’s voice. You got up to let him in though you certainly didn’t miss the teasing coming from your laptop as your classmates yelled about you and Sungchan.

As you made your way downstairs, you froze halfway down the stairs, seeing Sungchan already in the kitchen eating the bowl of cereal you forgot about. “I’m guessing you made this for yourself earlier and forgot to eat it.” He said through a mouthful of food.

“Babe, no, don’t eat that, it’s like five hours old. The milk is probably stale.” You exclaimed, worried about his health if it really did go bad.

Sungchan only shrugged as he took another spoonful into his mouth. “Tastes fine to me.”

You rolled your eyes before turning to head back upstairs. “Join me in my room once you’re ready, you cereal monster. Leave the dishes in the sink too.” As you returned to your room, you couldn’t help but wonder how Sungchan got in though you figure he’s probably seen you use the spare key under the doormat a couple times since you often were too lazy to get your own keys out of your bag most of the time.

When you sat down in front of your computer again, Jaemin had just finished explaining the answer to the problem you guys were working on earlier so you chimed in asking him to go over it again though he was quickly overrun by an excited Chenle. “Is Sungchan there?” He practically yelled.

“No, not yet, he’s eating some soggy cereal downstairs.” You inform him.

“Alright, let me know when he comes in.” Chenle says, unphased by your boyfriends’ odd preference of cereal.

Halfway through Jaemin’s explanation, Sungchan came into your room, placing his bag down at the foot of the bed before he took his jacket off and stripped out of his work uniform. “I heard a door open, is that Sungchan?” Chenle shouted over Jaemin once more.

“I never get to fucking speak in this group.” Jaemin huffed, at which Chenle muttered a quick ‘sorry’ back.

“Yes, Chenle, Sungchan is here,” you announce, looking over at the boy in question who had just finished pulling a shirt over his head and winked when he saw you staring at his body, “he seems very flirty today, must be because of you, Mr. Zhong.”

Sungchan sits down next to you and places a kiss on your cheek, smelling oddly of cleaning supplies, but you pay no mind to that, figuring he must have used them at work. “How’s it going Chenle?” He asks, though his attention is only on you and he places his hands on your cheeks and leaves a quick kiss on your lips.

“I’m gonna pretend I didn’t just hear the two of you kissing,” Chenle remarks, earning a laugh from Sungchan, “but anyways, you should come back to the basketball team. We miss our giant point guard, you know.”

“Nah, I’m too busy these days. I already have work and school plus I still want to spend time with y/n.” He commented as he shifted to lie on his stomach next to you.

“Man, who knew a girl would be all it took to make this dude throw his love for basketball out the window.” Chenle taunted.

“Love makes you do things, you know how it is.” Sungchan replied, resting his head on your thigh.

Running a hand through his hair, “anyways,” you divert, “back to what Jaemin was saying about meiosis.”

“Thank you, y/n, I thought I’d never be able to speak again.” Jaemin uttered pointedly. “As I was saying, the main difference between meiosis and mitosis is that it creates four daughter cells instead of two like mitosis does.”

“Hey guys, wait, did you see the article that just came out?” Yeji inquired. “It’s another death.”

There was a moment of silence before anyone said anything. “No but you can read it to us.” Chenle concluded.

“Okay,” you could hear the deep breath Yeji took before reading the article, “it says here that the body was found at around 1:20pm in an alley between the lower-income housing apartments, the cause of death is assumed to be by Hickleback Jack using his axe, and the estimated time of death is anywhere from 12 to 1pm.”

“Wow,” Jaemin began, “so he just killed out in broad daylight.”

“Not gonna lie Jaemin, but I thought you were the killer.” Yeji let out blatantly.

You were mildly shocked at her bluntness, but not surprised given how stressed everyone was. “Me?” Jaemin gasped, “Yeji, you know I’m pretty much Rapunzel with how much time I spend in my room studying. And when I’m not studying, I’m either editing pictures or playing video games.”

“It’s true,” Chenle confirms, “he really doesn’t leave his room. We had a sleepover once and I felt like I was becoming a hermit like him.” Sungchan slightly wheezed at that, sending Chenle over the moon. “Did you hear that? Did you guys hear that? Sungchan thinks I’m funny!”

“Yeah yeah, enough about me being a hermit. But Yeji,” Jaemin addressed, “why did you think it was me?”

Yeji hesitated before responding. “I just- the way you were talking the other night...I don’t know. It just sounded so specific and detailed that I couldn’t help but think that it could have been you.”

“I don’t think a murderer would simply reveal his plans like that, you know.” Sungchan proposed.

“Well yeah, but it’s just the way he spoke, it was like he had things organized...you know what? Let’s forget I said that, but I know the four of us are clear.” Yeji resigned.

Sungchan sat up, “wait, why am I not cleared?”

“Y/n, what time did he call you?”

“Like 2-ish.”

“Exactly. Sungchan, you don’t have an alibi, as far as we know, until 2 and the time of death is stated to be 12 to 1pm.”

“I was at work earlier in the day, though.”

“Can you prove it to us?” Yeji pressed on.

“Yeah, my coworkers can vouch for me.”

You were quite surprised at how aggressive Yeji was being towards your boyfriend but you didn’t see any reason to stop her since she had very valid arguments. “Send a screenshot of it to Chenle and we’ll verify you from there.” Yeji commanded.

Sungchan slouched down a little next to you. “I don’t have the numbers of my coworkers though.”

“Alright, then you’re still on the list of suspects.”

After finishing all the worksheets for microbio and ending the call around 3:30, Sungchan pulled out his laptop and started typing away at a half-finished lab report for his human A&P class. You fell asleep curled into his body, his warmth and the constant tapping of his keyboard lulling you to sleep.

When you woke again, you immediately noticed the absence of a large boy next to you and frowned to yourself. As you came to, you heard noise coming from the kitchen and identified your mother’s voice followed by Sungchan’s. Noticing the time on your phone, you guess that he was probably helping her prepare dinner since it was already past 6 and your family ate around 7 before your dad left for work.

By the time you made yourself presentable and came downstairs, your mom and Sungchan were already setting the table. “Looks like our sleepyhead finally woke up.” Your mother exclaimed, making you grimace. “You didn’t tell me Sungchan was staying over,” you were about to open your mouth to say that you didn’t know that either but you weren’t given the chance to do so, “it’s okay, especially with that killer still on the loose, it makes me feel better knowing there’s someone around to protect my baby.”

You looked at Sungchan as if asking him for answers though he seemed to only avoid your gaze, reluctantly taking the seat across from you at the dining table. Your father walked in, delighted to see your boyfriend. “Sungchan! Good to see you, how are things at school?” He asked as he joined you all at the table.

“Okay for the most part, I haven’t taken to my writing class all that much though I enjoy my other science classes.” Sungchan answers.

Your dad hums in approval while you stare down Sungchan, trying to get him to look at you. “Remind me again what you’re majoring in again?” Your mom asks, Sungchan whips his head around faster than you can make eye contact with him.

“I’m majoring in forensics.” He states.

“Interesting, interesting,” your father contemplates, “you know, y/n here wants to become a pediatrician. The two of you are practically opposites in the science field, one dealing with crime and the other dealing with children.”

Sungchan let out a laugh, “I guess opposites really do attract then.”

You hated how well he entertained your parents and you hated how much they liked him. For the rest of dinner you tried to pin him down through your stares and even played a game of footsie with him but nothing seemed to work. It was only once the two of you were back in your room getting ready for bed that you were able to talk to him.

“Look, I’m not mad at you or anything, I’d just appreciate it if you talked to me first before just telling my parents that you’re staying over.” You told him as you went through your skincare routine.

Sungchan jumped onto your bed as he apologized. “Sorry, I just thought that since both of us finished our homework and with the killing today, it would just make sense for me to stay over.” He opened his arms, inviting you in as you stood up after finishing your night routine.

You copied him, jumping into your bed straight onto Sungchan, effectively pushing the air out of his body. He grunted as your weight fell onto him though he still wrapped his arms around your waist and shifted you up the length of your body so your face was level with his. “Hi” you giggle, shy from the sudden close proximity.

“Hey.” He says back with a smile as you slide off him, leaving an arm and leg slung over his body. “Tired?”

“No, not really, I took a nap earlier since someone didn’t care to wake me up.”

“You looked too cute, besides, you need all the rest you can get.” Sungchan explained, using his free hand to squish your cheeks. “If you’re really not tired then I know a way to make you tired.” His hand found its way down to your butt to further emphasize his point.

“Ew, no, not now.” You quickly refused, moving his hand up to your waist. “Just go to sleep and I’ll probably fall asleep after you anyways.”

“Oh wait,” Sungchan said, reaching over you to the nightstand for his phone, “did you vote on the poll yet?”

“No, I almost forgot.” You groaned, lazily reaching for your phone as well.

You pull up the local community board and enter your information, looking at the list of all the citizens, pondering on who you’d give your vote to. “Who are you voting for?” Sungchan asks, looking over at your screen.

“I really don’t know.” You tell him, though truthfully, you had someone in mind.

Thanks to the nap you had, you really couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. You ended up dozing off occasionally but you’d wake up half an hour later only more irritated than when you first fell asleep.

You don’t remember what time it was, but at some point, Sungchan had removed himself from your grasp, unaware that you were still awake, though you made no effort to stop him thinking that he was just going to use the restroom and come back. Five minutes passed, five minutes turned into ten, then twenty, and you decided to check on him once thirty minutes had passed.

The house was completely dark, not even the light from the bathroom was on. You checked inside in case Sungchan had maybe gotten hurt and passed out, but he was nowhere to be found. After searching almost all the rooms in your house, you had yet to find any sign of him. After a bit of thinking, you had wandered out to your mothers’ greenhouse thinking that maybe some time with the plants would help to calm your mind.

It did anything but that.

Not long after setting foot inside of the small shed, you heard screams coming from nearby, getting closer and closer. You watched from the inside of the tinted glass as three girls ran through your backyard and into the next property. You couldn’t help it that you were frozen to your core, knowing who was coming.

You saw his frame as he jumped over the fence from the other end of your yard, axe in hand, running through the open grass and you thought he might have noticed you until he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes glued on you. You should’ve ducked down as soon as the girls ran past but it was too late now and there was no second way out of the greenhouse.

You knew you should have tried to run, maybe smash through the glass panelling but something in you told you that maybe, just maybe, you’d be able to stop him. Steeling your nerves as he crosses the threshold of the greenhouse, you call out to him. “I know who you are.”

“I’m well aware of that.”

It was as if your world was crumbling before you, the once so comfortable relationship you knew felt fake, even though Sungchan, your loving boyfriend stood right there. The only difference was that you knew who he really was.

“Why?” You start, “why did you kill all those innocent people?”

“It’s all for fun, y/n.”

“What do you mean ‘for fun’? Those are real people you know, people with families and friends who miss them dearly.” You nearly cry out as he continues to approach you.

“You see, life is a game.” He paused his words as he came to stand in front of you. “Laws are nothing but a social construct that us humans follow mindlessly until our own demise.”

He takes a step closer to you, but you stand your ground. “Laws are what keep us safe and keep us happy. They allow us to lead our lives peacefully with others-”

“They are nothing but limits.” He closes the distance between the two of you, an arm wrapping around your waist, pulling you towards him, and you allow him to do so. “My dear, sweet, y/n. If only you weren’t so smart, I wouldn’t be faced with this dilemma.”

“You wouldn’t kill me.” You were trying to persuade him just as much as you were to yourself. “You’d never.”

“Oh? And what makes you think that?”

“You love me.”

“I do, I love you so dearly, but now that you know who’s behind all the killings, there’s no way that I can let you go.” You felt his axe nudge the back of your leg as he brought both arms around you. To an outsider, it would look as if a couple were having a conversation, but for you, this was a fight for your life.

“Take off the mask.”

“Why should I?”

“So I can talk to you properly.”

He took off the mask without much more convincing, his normally handsome face now distorted by the crazed look in his eyes. People often say that the eyes are the windows to the soul, and if they really were, then Sungchan didn’t have a soul.

“I swear to you that I won’t ever tell anyone about this, about you.”

“I don’t believe that you’ll keep that promise, my dear.”

“You know how much I love you. As long as we can stay together, I will not say anything.”

“This is not a tale of beauty and the beast. I am no beast to be tamed and there is no happy ending to this story.”

“Sungchan, no. You don’t mean that.”

“Do I really not mean it, or is that what you would like to believe? Something tells me it’s the latter.” He held you tight against him with one arm, the other raising his axe. “It’s truly a shame that your beauty must go to waste, you were truly a wonderful person both inside and out but I’m afraid that your life must end here.”

Before he could prep his swing, you pulled away and grabbed the nearest pot, launching it at him, the ceramic breaking against his head making dirt rain down upon both of you.

Not even a second passed before his axe was flying at you, lodging itself into your neck, nearly severing your head from your shoulder. You should’ve been thankful really, thankful that Sungchan had given you a quick death, not his usual route since it was so painless and easy for both the victim and the assailant.

He liked a struggle, but for you he made an exception out of love so that the last thing you’d see was him, your lover, before everything stopped.

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All For You (4 times you tried to tell Brady you loved him, and the one time Matty did it for you) ➸ Brady Tkachuk and Matthew Tkachuk

reahi, i had an idea and opened a document and i couldnt stop writing, this is what came out. it was edited but i made a lot of changes after, so please forgive any mistakes, typos, plot holes, etc. enjoy :)

Finally fed up with pining over your best friend from afar, you enlist the help of Matthew to help you get the guy - you’re just not really sure who the guy is anymore. Or: 4 times you tried to tell Brady you loved him, and the one time Matty told him for you.

word cout: 5.1k (sorry lmao)

warnings: a LOT of angst, like a lot. smut, nothing as wild as ive written before, car sex, cockwarming, etc. etc. usual cussing, love triangles ig? alcohol, super brief mention of weed, mentions of sex while drunk/high

part two

part three

part four

part five

masterlist

I.

You tried to take Matty’s smile and what was supposed to be an encouraging nod to heart, and let it boost your with confidence. But it didn't. It really, really didn't. You could see Brady on the other side of the room, smiling down at your mom the way he always did. It was that smile he reserved for your parents, the charming, boyish, smile. It was the same smile that got your parents to let you out of the house late in high school even though you were grounded. It was the smile you got to see sitting on your rooftop just a little too tipsy at 2 in the morning. The same smile you wished you could kiss right off his face. 

Brady glances up from your mom’s face for a moment, and catches your eyes. His smile widens impossibly, and you watch him excuse himself from your mother. She smiles knowingly at you, a gentle sparkle in her eye as Brady finds his way towards you.

You latch onto him as soon as you're in his arms, pressing yourself to him, closer closer closer. “Hi,” you hear him mumble against the top of your head. 

“Hi, B,” you breathe back, barely audible over the chatter in the room. “I missed you.” 

“I missed you too, buttercup,” Brady beams down at you, squeezing your shoulders again. 

Your throat dries up as you stare up at him. You always loved the way his eyes crinkled shut when he smiled big like he was now. A tiny part of you wants to say fuck it and stand up on the tips of your toes to kiss him full on the mouth. You feel yourself swallow, your mouth opens and you want to get the words out, just like Matthew said you could. 

“Listen, Brady I-” 

“Y/N I want you to meet someone.” 

You and Brady spoke at the same time, and rather than let you finish your sentence, Brady lets you out of his arms, resting his hand against your lower back and leading you somewhere deeper into the house. 

“I want you to meet my friend,” he continues, “I know you haven't seen anyone since… but anyways, yeah I think you might like him.” Your lips remain parted, the words stuck in your throat. Of all the things you expected coming to the Tkachuk house tonight, of everything you could have thought might happen during your plan to confess your feelings to your best friend, an off-handed mention of your piece of shit ex-boyfriend and Brady attempting to set you up with someone was far from it.  

Your eyes are hazy, your focus far from the situation at hand, even as you let Brady introduce you to his friend. You barely remember the poor kid’s name, too caught up in trying to keep your shit together. Your eyes find Matthew’s, hating the sympathetic smile on his lips. 

You don't want his pity. It just makes you feel worse. You turn abruptly to Brady’s friend and stop him mid-sentence. “I’m really sorry,” you say, “I just don't think this is going to work out, I have my eyes on someone else.” He doesn't say anything as you walk away, bee-lining straight for Matthew. 

You grab his forearm, ignoring his protests when you drag him out to the backyard. 

“Why did he do that?” you say once you're outside. “Why did he introduce me to someone that I could date? What if you're wrong, Matty? What if he doesn't like me like you think he does?” 

Matthew didn't have an answer for that. He did know one thing though. 

“Then he’s an idiot, Y/N, and he can't see a good thing, a great thing, even when she's right in front of him.” You let out a wet laugh, trying your best not to read too deep into what Brady had tried to do tonight. Instead you let him tuck a strand behind your ear and pull you into a comforting hug, the both of you unaware of Brady’s eyes on you, a smile tugging at his lips at the thought of you two together. 

II.

Ottawa playing a game against Calgary meant you had to cancel any and all plans you had for that weekend. The whole Tkachuk family couldn't make it from St. Louis, but you living in Calgary made up for it. You were shaking with excitement - you hadn't seen Brady in a month and a half, since that horrible attempt at telling him how you felt. You hoped that this time would be different. 

The arms that wrap around your waist in the middle of the hotel lobby are all too familiar to alarm you. 

“Hi, buttercup,” comes the soft whisper, and you can't even attempt to fight the smile that pulls at your lips. 

“Hi, Brady,” you whisper back, feeling Brady loosen his hold on your so you could twist around in his grip. “You've been gone too long.” 

“Hmm, I know,” Brady hums, kissing your hairline gently. “I'm sorry I'm not visiting as much, you know it has nothing to do with you right?” 

“I know, Brady,” you reassure him. “I just miss you.” I love you. The thought is screaming in your head, begging for you to let out.

I love you I love you I love you

“Just say the three little words, Y/N, tell him how you feel.” Those were Matty’s words, just this morning when you had a crisis about seeing Brady again. You paced across the floor of his living room, the walls and tables all over his apartment covered in jerseys and odd paraphernalia he’d acquired over his time playing in the NHL.

“I can't, Matty, what if he,” you gasped for air at the idea, “what if he doesn't love me back, I don't think I could handle that.” 

Matt had laughed at you this morning, assuring that to the best of his knowledge (and he knew his brother pretty damn well), Brady was in love with you too. Besides, he'd said, even if he wasn't in love with you back there was nothing you could do to make him want to stop being friends with you. 

Brady pulls away from you, preparing to head to whatever restaurant you were supposed to meet Matthew at. 

“So, Brady, there was something that I-” 

“Hey, what's this?” Brady’s curious expression made you pause. He tugs the fabric of your sweater down a little by your chest, exposing your collarbone, and a dark purple mark you hadn't meant for anyone to see. Your blood runs cold, knowing exactly where that's from. 

Matthew had given it to you, when the both of you had gotten just a little too wine drunk and you'd ended up in his lap. It was ironic really, you'd been discussing how to drop more hints to Brady about how you feel about him. He'd been helping you with that dilemma since the summer. And then last Sunday, you'd been over at his place for dinner, and the night had ended with him grabbing handfuls of your ass while you whined desperately against his mouth. 

There was no way you could tell Brady how you felt now, not with him having just asked about the bruise his brother had left on your skin. 

“You and my brother finally getting it on?” Brady says suggestively, a shit eating grin on his face as he wiggles his eyebrows at you. You feel like a deer stuck in the headlights. 

“Why would you even say that?” you snap, ignoring the way he recoils, lips parted and eyes wide in surprise. “Come on we have to go meet your brother for dinner.” 

III. 

You and Matthew had bought your plane tickets home for Christmas together, deciding that it made more sense since you both lived in Calgary and were going home to the same neighborhood. Brady’s flight was coming in the day after. You’d been spending most of your time at the Tkachuk house, lounging around with Matthew. You’d hung around their house to stay out of your mom’s way, knowing having people around would only just stress her out as she prepared for your whole family to come home. 

Today was the day Brady’s flight was coming in. Chantal and Keith chose to spend the day out shopping before heading to the airport to pick up Brady late in the afternoon. Taryn was spending the day at her friend’s house, leaving you and Matthew alone in the house.

Which, you should have known it was a bad idea. You swore it was nothing between you and Matt, you swore it was just about Matt helping you get the guy, get Brady. But it seemed like the more you, Matt, and alcohol were all involved, you ended up in precarious positions. 

Today you chose not to drink, hooded eyes watching Matt take another drink of whatever liquor he’d chosen this time, before your gaze slid back to the pipe in your hand, lighter dangling between two fingers. You knew how this would end, you and Matt would get wasted, you’d fuck, rough, hard, fast, desperate, and then you would go back to pretending it never happened, went back to him helping you with getting Brady to notice your interest. You didn't talk about it, and you were almost always some kind of inhibited. 

You refused to fuck Matthew in his childhood bedroom, arguing that it was bad karma. He laughed at you then, a soft laugh, clear of any indication that Matt is drunk out of his mind. The laugh is too innocent of a laugh for the way his voice lowers after it ends. He talks you into it, seduces you more like. He’s got you sliding into the backseat of a beat up old Toyota Corolla, his first car (“And how exactly is that any better than your childhood bedroom, Matty?). He tells you that you have hours alone in the house before anyone comes home and you might as well pass the time. 

The talking and seducing turns into heated, sloppy kisses. You giggle against his mouth, tugging at the curls at the back of his head while avoiding the thought that you swore to yourself you would tell Brady how you felt when he got home tonight. But then Matthew’s lips trailed away from your mouth, over your jaw, your cheek, the curve of your throat, and any thought of Brady was gone. 

The messy kisses turned into you riding Matt, his old car rocking back and forth as you bounced on his dick. He kisses you to quiet his moans. No one was supposed to be home for hours but, just in case. He's got you whining desperately while you clench around him, his giant hands squeezing your hips. He guides you up and down on his cock, relishing in the way your body moves the way he wants without a fight. 

I bet Brady couldn't fuck you like I can. 

The thought flashes through his brain before he can stop it, and then it's like someone put a red tint on his world view. You belonged to him. Matthew’s possessive rage has him fucking harder into you, his hands falling from your hips to your ass to slam you forcefully down on him. Growls fall from his lips, the thought of his younger brother fucking you making him intent on bringing you to as many orgasms as possible. That thought is also what made his teeth come down on your skin. He sucks and bites into your skin all over your chest, leaving marks that would expose that you were having sex with someone to anyone who saw - that would expose you to Brady. 

You let out almost a squeal when you cum, clenching around Matthew’s cock and sobbing desperately. You don't see the smug grin on his face when he watches you cum, only letting him keep doing what he's doing because it just feels so damn good. 

Matt follows through on his mental promise, fucking you through as many orgasms as he could (5, the last time he checked, he lost count). His hands flex over your ass, sighing contentedly as he pulls you so that you sink all the way back down on his cock. He pulls you to his chest, nuzzling into you as the two of you doze off. 

Brady finds you that way, seeing the way you’re nuzzled into his brother’s chest through the windshield. The fact that he only saw you through the windshield protected him from seeing the most incriminating part, Matthew’s cock, still stuffed all the way inside of you. He can still see the bare skin of yours and Matt’s shoulders, so he opts out of waking you up, instead heading towards his room to shower off that airport smell and nap, a devastatingly pretty blonde attached to his hip. 

When you wake up, you feel groggy, but more sober than before. After you moaned pathetically when Matthew lifted you off of his cock, the two of you snuck back inside the house, managing to get you out the door and back to your house, and Matthew to his room. When you and your family made their way over for dinner later that night (the hickies and bruises on your skin successfully covered up), you feel your heart twist in your chest at what - or rather, who - greets you there. 

“Y/N! Hey!” Brady sounds so excited, so you humor him, hiding the way it feels like you're about to explode into a million little shreds. “This is my girlfriend, Autumn.” 

And - you really can't hate her. She's so nice, so incredibly kind and radiant and you really don't blame Brady for not taking his eyes off her the whole night. You didn't even know he was bringing her. Matthew catches your eyes, shaking his head sadly and mouthing I didn’t know. 

You shrug, your gaze falling back to the design on the carpet, how the spirals of each shape in the carpet almost mirror your heart, spiraling out and falling apart before your eyes. 

Matt’s gaze remains on you. Something about seeing your skin clear and bare after he had taken such good care to leave as many marks as possible didn't sit right with him. It made his gut twist; he wanted everyone to know. He wanted Brady to know. 

You hate the unpleasant feeling in your gut every time Autumn says something. And you really hate the way Brady smiles apologetically at you when you pulled him aside to say “You never told me you were seeing someone.” 

You just had to get through this night and then it was back to Calgary. 

IV.

Of all traditions your family has with Tkachuks, the vacations are your favorite. 

You're in California this offseason, renting a house in some random, tourist-attracting beach town. Both your families had always done something similar to this (letting the boys take care of a large chunk of it now that they're on NHL salaries), renting 2 houses and splitting you up between the parents and you and the Tkachuk kids once you were old enough. 

Brady had broken up with Autumn in May, which you couldn't be more thankful for, knowing that had that not happened she would've been on this vacation. “Nothing terrible happened,” he assured you over the phone that day. “She's an amazing girl, she really is, she's just...she's not the one for me.” 

You were glad he couldn't see the smile that pulled at your lips at those words.

As for Matthew...well, you'd barely done as much as look at him since Christmas, not wanting to fall back into the habit of sleeping with him whenever you managed to get drunk enough to forget Brady’s existence for half a second. 

But now Brady and Taryn are at the beach, meeting up with some friends they somehow convinced to drive up from Orange County, and you were laying outside in the rented house’s backyard on one of the pool chairs. You’d opted to stay home this time, having spent almost every minute of this vacation attached to Brady at the hip. 

It was pathetic, almost, the way you followed him around. Matt thought so, at least. What he thought was even more pathetic though, was the way Brady had the perfect fucking woman in front of him - pining after him even - and he still couldn't see it, no matter how hard you and Matt tried to make him. 

Matt hates that he finds himself wishing that the whiny voice you used to get Brady to do things you wanted was following him around instead, like the incessant bug he'd teased you about being when you whined for the millionth time to Brady that it was hot. 

Brady had looked at you all soft in the moment, leaning down to kiss your forehead before placing his arm around your shoulders and pulling you into him. “Not hot enough for you not to cuddle with me,” he’d said, your giggles prompting him to tickle your sides until you'd both forgotten about your complaining. 

“Y/N, you left your water bottle outside,” Matthew says abruptly, adding on a “by the way” so you two would stop staring at him like he interrupted something. Like he wasn't even supposed to be there. 

“Oh,” the realization makes you frown, and the pout that accompanies your furrowed brows almost make him combust from how cute you look. “Didn't know you noticed I left it out there.” 

Brady keeps his arm around you as he lets you take him back outside for the water bottle, making you miss the way Matt whispers “I always notice.”

- 

You briefly wondered what Matthew was doing, before the question was answered for you by a soft sensation against your knee. His lips trailed up your thigh, nosing at your skin before pressing another open-mouthed kiss into your thigh, making your eyes flutter open briefly. It's hot, your skin feels like it's on fire, buzzing, like you're vibrating from the inside out. 

Even with the sun washing over you the way that it is, the fire you feel on your tanned skin, Matthew’s lips make you burn. He makes you ache, the way he hasn't touched you like this in months. 

“Everyone is gone for the day,” he murmurs against you, kisses becoming more frequent across your hips. “All of them. I could fuck you and make you scream and no one would know.” His words make you shudder, your back arching as his lips traveled upwards, teeth coming out to mark you up all over your tits. “So pretty like this baby, when I mark you up like that.” 

You know that if you don't stop him now, Matt will get you in his bed - he would get you in his bed and then from there he'd take you apart with his fingers, his cock, his mouth. Then he’d use that same damn mouth that got you into bed with him to talk you into staying there. And as much as you love Brady… you can't resist him. You place your hand on his shoulder, his skin is warm, and it takes everything out of you to push him away. 

“Matty, stop, Matthew, stop it.” Suddenly you can feel the sun back on your skin, Matthew having retreated from you completely. 

“What's wrong?” he says softly, “Please, what did I do?” 

“Nothing,” you lie, closing your eyes again so you wouldn't have to look at him as you say your next words. “I'm telling Brady how I feel. Tonight. No matter what happens I’m telling him tonight.” 

“Oh. Good luck, then, I guess.” That's all Matthew says, then there's a shuffling noise and silence. Then the slam of the sliding door to the kitchen. 

You shift uncomfortably and turn your thoughts back to Brady. 

It’s later, when you’re curled up against Brady’s chest with a random movie playing on tv that you get cold feet. It’s just you and him, on the couch of the first floor of the house. Matthew is God knows where, and Taryn still hadn't gotten back from her friend’s house. This moment on the couch with him is perfect, it feels so domestic. You don't want to ruin this moment by telling him how you feel, and potentially - probably - being rejected. 

You promised yourself. 

You take a deep breath, ready to blurt out those three little words, and then - 

“So, you and my brother huh?” Brady murmurs, eyes remaining trained on the action scene on the screen in front of him. “I know you got defensive last time I mentioned it but you guys are good together, and I'm glad you finally see it.”

You feel like you can't breathe, your throat choking up. You want to cry, yell, scream, something to just let him know that you love him. 

“Actually, Brady -”

“Hey, don't worry it’s okay,” Brady laughs, reassuring you and pulling you closer to squeeze you. “I promise, I've seen you with him, and I think you guys are good together, don't worry about it.” You fall silent, not really knowing how to work your way out of this one. 

“We’re not together,” you say quietly, and you had the way Brady’s hum of acknowledgment sounds like he doesn't believe you. You give up on telling him tonight.

+1 

The expression on Brady’s face drops when he meets your eyes across the table. You were just so tired. And you knew that he could see it in your face. What with work absolutely kicking your ass, to the point where you were barely able to get this week off to come home to St. Louis. It’s the end of summer, which means you and Brady were about to go through months of hectic schedules and voicemails that say “Hey, sorry I just missed your call, life has been crazy lately.” Your gaze falls from the lines of Brady's face to the seat at his right side.

Autumn smiles at you, and you hate the way the warmth that radiates from her feels like a knife twisting deeper into your gut. You hate yourself for how much you hate Autumn, you know she doesn't deserve it. Brady catches your eye again, a brief flash of recognition sliding across his face before it's gone. You'd been avoiding him for the past three days since you got here, and you almost felt guilty for it. 

Matt’s hand gripping your thigh draws your attention away from Brady. He squeezes your thigh, smiling reassuringly at you and bumping your shoulder gently. It’s when Autumn finally stands from the table, smiling sweetly at Keith and Chantal, that you release the breath you'd been holding in all night. Brady says he's going to walk her out, a car waiting for her outside to take her to the airport back to Ottawa. 

You don't fight it when Matthew tells you to head downstairs and he and Taryn could take care of the cleaning up. You curl up on the couch in the basement, stealing Matt’s Flames hoodie off the back of a chair and a blanket from the closet. Your eyes flutter shut to the muted noises of the dishes clinking together. 

You let your eyes flutter closed, only opening them again when you feel a warm heat slide in beside you. You hum when Matt kisses your temple softly. 

“You okay?” he nudges you gently, stealing the end of your blanket to cover his legs. 

“Yeah, just tired,” you mumble back, voice muffled by the pillow your face is half-buried in. You know Matthew knows better than to believe your blatant lie, but you're okay with the way he chooses to move past it and not make you talk about it. 

The two of you lounge on the couch silently, Matt switching on some Netflix show he’d been watching after you heard Taryn say she was going to bed. You tried not to think about how long Brady was taking upstairs with Autumn. 

They'd gotten back together over the summer, she’d reached out to him before he left for the off season, which he failed to mention until it was nearly over. Against both yours, Matthew’s, and Taryn’s advice, Brady had bought a plane ticket back to Ottawa, saying that he might as well give it a shot. 

Matthew had held you when you cried that night, Taryn bringing the two of you water and food when it was clear you weren't leaving his room, much less his arms. 

He wanted to hold you right now too, god how he wanted to hold you. But he couldn't, not with Brady due back any second from waiting out front for Autumn's ride. He couldn't risk Brady seeing the two of you, not again. 

Brady had made comments here and there about Matt’s relationship with you. No matter how much Matt insisted that the two of you weren't involved, Brady wasn't convinced, insisting that he was okay with it. 

But right now, in this moment, he wanted to believe him. Matt’s hands ached to touch you, hold you, draw patterns on your skin, he yearned for it. He wanted - he needed to make sure that you knew that everything was going to be okay. Just as his resolve starts to crumble, his hands twitching in his lap as he begins to reach for you, a voice comes from the stairs. 

“We should talk - right?” Brady is talking to you, making you open your eyes to look at him. “Like - things are weird, have been weird, and we have to talk about it right?” 

You nodded silently, shifting in your spot so that you're sitting up, any physical contact you had with Matt now lost. “Yeah,” your voice comes out small, a whisper, and then stronger, firmer. “Yeah, we need to talk.” 

This is it.

The silence in the room is almost unbearable, and you're unable to choke the words out. Brady stares at you, while you stare down at your hands. Matt refuses to look at either of you, gaze trained on the wall behind the TV, jaw clenched so tightly that if your eyes were on him you'd tell him he was about to break his teeth. 

“Is this about you and Matt?” The words come out of nowhere, and it feels like you've been slapped. 

“What?” Matt’s head snaps towards Brady, as does yours.

“No, really,” Brady says, “Did you guys break up oh something?

“What are you talking about Brady?” You can't stop the frustration from seeping into your voice. “That's not what this is -” 

“‘Cause you know I’m okay with you guys together,” Brady continues obliviously, “I keep telling both of you that it's fine but I don't get why you insist on-” 

“Oh my god you idiot!” Matt’s outburst shuts Brady up pretty quickly, leaving the younger brother staring at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. Matt looks at you and his eyes are sad, regret and apologies already written all over his face for what he's about to say next. “She's in love with you.” 

He speaks so quietly you almost don't hear the second part of his statement. 

“And I’m in love with her.”

Time screeches to a halt. You're convinced it's a dream, nearly pinching yourself to prove that it is. Brady is staring at Matt now, and you're staring at the ground. 

“You're lying.” You don't believe the words you're saying either, and neither do Matt and Brady. 

“I love you.” He's telling the truth, you can hear it in his voice. 

“Stop.”

“I love you and you love him.” 

“Stop it!” 

“I love you, and, fuck - Y/N, it’s simultaneously the best and worst thing that’s ever fucking happened to me.”

“Please! Matty, please! Just stop!”

“Is he telling the truth?” This time it’s Brady. His voice quivers with every word. Like he doesn’t want it to be true. “You're in love with me?” 

You wrap your arms around your torso, squeezing your eyes shut and hoping - praying - that when you opened your eyes, this would all be over and you'd wake up in your bed. But when you opened your eyes again, you were still on the couch in the Tkachuk’s basement, blanket tangled between you and Matt. 

“You should have let me tell him,” you say to Matt, ignoring Brady’s question, still lingering in the air. “I wanted to be the one to tell him, you knew that.” 

“Well, he hasn't been letting you, now has he?” Matt snaps back at you, the regret showing up on his face almost instantaneously. “Baby…” 

The name slips out on accident, he doesn't mean to say, and he sure as hell doesn't mean for Brady to hear it. 

“Okay, what the hell is going on here?” Brady finally yells, fed up with being kept in the dark. “What the fuck are you guys talking about?” 

“I don't-” you start to say, trying to say it before Matt does. 

“She loves you, okay?” Matt grabs your hand for a moment when he starts to speak, giving it a squeeze before taking his own hand back again. “She loves you in more than a friend way, and we’ve spent nearly the last year trying to get her to tell you but every time - every time Brady! - some stupid shit happens, like you trying to hook her up with someone, or - oh, I don't know - randomly springing your girlfriend on us!” 

“That was one time!” Brady argues, “Besides you were the only one who knew Autumn was coming, why are you even mad?” You flinch at the mention of her name, but freeze at what comes after. 

“What?” 

Matt looks like he's been caught red handed - and he has, really. He just didn't mean for you to find out this way. He didn't mean for you to find out any of this the way that you just did. 

“I can explain -”  

“Please don't,” you stand up just as Matt is reaching for you. “I don't want an explanation. I don't - I just want to - I’m going home.” 

While Brady doesn’t even look at you, Matt nearly lunges for you when you walk away from the couch. Walk away from him. He hates the way the thought stings. He barely manages to brush his fingertips against the red fabric of his hoodie before you're halfway up the stairs and the door to the basement slams shut. 

#n e wayz #matthew tkachuk #matty tkachuk #ratthew!!!!! #brady tkachuk #ottawa senators #calgary flames #hockey #imagine #smut #nhl #4+1

[bella-donna418]

Happy Birthday Eren!

A/N: Been very half inactive here 💀💀💀

So it’s our special boy’s birthday today, I might as well make a headcanon like how I did with Mikasa and Falco's birthday (missed Annie’s birthday but like, I celebrated her bday IRL 😂😂😂)

And…

Actors AU again wew 😂😂😂

(Please don’t mind the timeskips)

~~~

Birthday boy's day today, so might as well make something for him 👉👈

Let’s go!

Mikasa was literally sitting at the nearest chair she could find in the set and of course;

It's her boyfriend’s birthday today and there’s no fucking way she'll forget about it.

But she can’t just let him get away without revenge!

That’s right, last time on her and Falco's birthday—Eren pranked them.

At least they got surprises and all—

But that’s not the point!

She needs to at least prank him back—worse than what he did. (evil ik 😔😔😔

But he did “indirectly” made her cry that time.

So she decided she’ll also prank him back then surprise him.

An idea then popped into her mind and she couldn’t help but grin to herself.

“Mikasa!” Sasha called, snapping her back to reality from her ‘annual brainstorming’.

She shook her head and looked at her, confused.

“Director is calling you.” She said while munching on a cinnamon bun (usual Sasha)

“Right.” She smiled sheepishly and stood up.

.

.

.

After finishing her scenes and all, she got back to brainstorming.

Oh, it’s also her break time so she could go wherever she wants, but she decided to stay and think for a while more.

Then an idea popped into her mind and she couldn’t help but laugh a bit to herself. And that prank was her ignoring Eren 😈😈😈 Knowing him, he wouldn’t care if other people ignored him. But he'd be worried asf and he could go crazy if she did (your Eren cares about Mikasa’s attention “only” your honor 😔😔😔) And the beautiful cruel woman mode is on. Eren was going to pick her up today for lunch since he also finished his tapings and all (also Armin and Annie's with him) He got out to wait and greet her like he always does. ~~~

Earlier…

Since EreMika and AruAni share a car (lol cuz why not?), knowing that Annie and is the earliest to finish.

Mikasa decided to call her, knowing that she’s the earliest to finish out of all of them, and Armin's probably busy at that time.

“Yo, Annie!” She casually said trying to stifle her laughter (Annie knows what’s up lol)

“What? You’re gonna ask another favor again?” (told ya)

“Can’t I just greet my friend? 🥺” Annie sighs over the phone and said, “What is it?”

Now this is when it gets ✨interesting✨

She told Annie all her plans and she decided to go along with it.

“Oh, tell Armin as well.” where she just received a hum as a reply.

Mikasa saw a glimpse of Eren at the entrance of the building and immediately went somewhere she can’t be seen.

The prank starts now 🤡

She immediately composed herself and put on her poker face.

Eren saw her from afar and smiled at her.

She literally feels sorry for him (😂😂😂)

~~~

5 mins earlier…

She was now facing the camera and she could tell that once Eren watches this he'll go “berserk”. (wild Eren 🤡🤡🤡)

“Eren, if you ever see this, I'm sorry. *awkward laugh* Happy birthday to you my loves. I love you.” (literally said that 😂😂😂)

She passed by him without even saying anything—she’s not even smiling! (Mikasa putting years of being a top actress to work here 😂😂😂)

Eren just looked at her confused and caught up to her side.

She won’t look at him and this made Eren a bit sad and more confused.

From what he remembers, they never argued or anything at all.

He's also wondering, ‘Is she ignoring me?’ ‘Is she in a bad mood?’

Going with the second option, he decided to give her time and space like what he thought she needed.

They got inside the car. (well the car is actually like a van, but let me call it a car ok??? 🤡)

Ok, their sitting arrangement is basically like this;

Eren and Mikasa

Annie and Armin

Ok back to the topic—

Annie and Armin were looking at them—well, especially Eren.

“Annie, water.” She looked at Annie who was literally skeptical about her lasting long or even not laughing.

She gave Mikasa her water bottle receiving a smile of thanks from her—Eren looking at his lovely bae (poor Eren 🥺)

Heads up! Everyone knew about it, and yes, when I say everyone, it’s everyone (ok wtf am I even saying?)

So, they were silent for the whole ride and nobody’s talking.

Annie's asleep on Armin's shoulder while he’s busy on his phone.

Eren was stealing glances at Mikasa while she’s also on her phone.

Please, his face is like, “Please notice me already. I love you 🥺👉👈”

If you’re wondering where they’re headed to, they’re going to a restaurant Annie wanted to try (but she’s too shy to ask to the point Armin instantly read her mind and she’s like “H-huh? I said nothing—“) which is also far from their workplace/s.

After a mere hour and a half, they finally arrived at the restaurant, and yay, everyone’s awake! (Kudos to the 3 henchmen for enduring the urge to sleep the entire ride, especially Mikasa)

It’s a fine-dining restaurant (rich bitches 😔)

So they found a table which is good for all of them (driver and assistant included)

To add salt to the wound, Mikasa decided to sit beside Annie (Armin letting her)

Eren only looked at her—not used to getting ignored this long. Why exactly? Because;

She doesn’t ignore him without any reason at all.

If ever they get in an argument, they’d make up and her ignoring him won’t even last for a mere hour or so because y'know.

She has NEVER ignored him this long.

Eren just shrugged it off, but he doesn’t feel good about this.

A waiter finally came to take their orders.

They each had different foods and since Armin was the one to bring them here (Annie's wallet gets saved by bae 🥺), he's the one to pay for all of them which he doesn’t mind at all.

Mikasa was quite clingy to Annie as well while she just went with the flow knowing it’s all needed for her prank.

Even though she’s questioning if it’s really necessary 🙃

After 10 minutes, their orders are finally here!

And of course, hunger doesn’t wait for any kind of bullshit ceremony and all so digging in they go 🍽🍽

They were a few conversations, Armin initiating them because Eren is too quiet (just a few more hours to endure 🥺) and Mikasa doesn’t want to initiate them and cut Eren off because he’s always the one to reply to her topics (it could come off as rude 😅😅)

And of course, everything was being filmed (yes, their assistant is also a videographer 😗✌)

So it’s basically 85% silence and eating (pls they just need a speaker and it’s gonna turn into an ASMR) while 15% are their conversations/topics 🤡

Eren is also on his phone while eating (ok I can tell ppl gonna yell at me for this 🤡)

And Mikasa's taking this opportunity to take glances at him and she couldn’t help but literally laugh to herself and look at the camera then mouth ‘sorry’

Annie's still skeptical and Armin is trying his best not to laugh or something I mean, Eren's still looking gloomy (fact: he doesn’t care it’s his birthday at all and just cares about Mikasa and all)

After a few minutes, they finished and have paid so they’re now on their way back. But the thing is… ~~~

Sasha cam

“Yo, they’re almost back.” She said after looking at her own phone and seeing Mikasa's message.

They immediately went on double-time mode and so far, the room's looking quite ready 🤭

And since they’re freer later at night, they decided to do the surprise that time (poor Mikasa gotta endure more of this torture prank she put upon herself 🤡)

And of course, Sasha’s filming this ✌ ~~~

7:36 p.m

They’re finally free from the shackles of work!

And yes, they’re immediately headed for phase 2 of the surprise for our birthday boy.

So, trying not to encounter Eren, Mikasa immediately headed to the place where she’s going to meet Niccolo to give her the cake (yes, they planned this carefully)

So she finally got the cake and she's on her spot (they all have different spots 😂)

They’re now all on standby and of course, Mikasa went to Zeke so he could bring Eren to the lovely spot since yeah—

About 2 minutes passed and they’re still on standby—and finally, Eren's here!

Eren didn’t even hesitate to open the door and when he did, his eyes widened a bit.

“Surprise!” Everyone greeted him but his eyes were just locked at a Mikasa holding his birthday cake and smiling sheepishly at him.

She handed the cake to Ymir and Eren immediately ran to her —hugging her (he's glad that his suffering is over 🥺)

Mikasa laughed and hugged him back and whispered “Happy birthday” to him.

He broke the hug and pulled her in for a swift kiss making Mikasa surprised.

“Are we gonna eat now? Sasha might finish all of this if Niccolo will keep giving her free servings.” Ymir retorted making everyone laugh.

“Geez, I wasn’t expecting her to ignore him for a full day.” Historia sighed a bit which made Mikasa laugh lightly.

Eren looked at Mikasa with his brows furrowed a bit and wrapped his arms around her waist.

“Don’t do that again—” He was cut off by Annie who was now in charge of holding the cake (Ymir do be passing all her chores 🤡)

“Blow the candles now birthday boy.” She said—him complying while arms still around Mikasa—everyone making noises with party blowers while spraying silly strings everywhere after (bear the bad writing 😂)

“Alright! Let’s eat!” Pieck said while giving plates, spoons, and forks to everyone for all of them to finally be able to eat.

Of course, Niccolo is the sponsor for all of their food to eat 😂

Eren was now being a clingy baby to Mikasa which is just 🥺✨

The atmosphere was filled with laughter and everyone telling funny stories and jokes.

Of course, afterward, they gave him their gifts while he smirked and was like, “Mikasa's the best gift—” receiving a smack on the head from her—everyone laughing saying he deserved it.

~~~

A/N: I, personally think this is poorly written 🤡

Sorry bout that.

But overall, happy birthday Eren! YOU’RE 20 NOW AND STILL ASSLESS— 🤡😂

#eremika #shingeki no kyojin #eren x mikasa #armin arlert #annie leonhardt #mikasa ackerman #eren yeager #sasha blouse #ymir #historia reiss #pieck finger #zeke yeager #headcanon #snk #aot #attack on titan #actors au #happy birthday eren! #imma leave it like this for now #but will italicize/bold words tmr #yes I have too much work OOF #+include eremika week on twitter #idk thoo I looked at their prompts to see if they look the same #but they look diff a bit #so yeah #needs shit to get done by april #before my bday #cuz bday = dayoff 😌😌😌 #but overall #eren I wish for you to have an ass now that you're 20 HBDSHUBAJ

[peach-pops]

Roommate HC

Request:  hi i love ur account! do u think u could write a HC with kuroo, oikawa, and bokuto on how they would be as roommates! thank you!

Author’s Note: This request had me dying thank u so much! I made this to be platonic but if u guys want a part 2 to make them like each other/you want to see other roommate hc with other characters, let me know!

Warning: mentions of sex, adult language, reader thirsting over iwaizumi cause same 

Pairing: Kuroo || Oikawa || Bokuto 

Part two

-Kuroo-

You can only be roommates if you’re hella close with Kuroo because if you’re living in a closed space together, shit is bound to happen. He’s basically you’re best friend so nothing is off-limits. 

Exhibit A: Shower rants

“ And I told her to mind her own damn business before I kicked her ass!” You said loudly as you sat on the counter of the sink while Kuroo was showering

“ You liar I know you didn’t say all that. Also, can you hand me my toothbrush?”

“ Mm, okay, I didn’t say it but I was thinking it!” You grabbed Kuroo’s toothbrush and opened the curtain to hand it to him,” it’s the thought that counts but then she told me that I was being a bitch! In front of the whole class!” 

Kuroo opened the shower curtain to poke his head out,” She called you a bitch in front of the class? What a fucking bitch.” 

I feel like Kuroo sleeps in a bit and waits until the last second to wake up so you’re basically his alarm clock 

Your favorite way to wake him up is to just bash his head with a pillow until he grabs it from you and hits you back with it ten times harder

“ I think you gave me a concussion.”

“ I- It’s a pillow, you big baby.” 

Getting ready in the morning is always pretty chill since Kuroo practically rolls out of the bed, looks at his hair, and decides yep, this is stylish 

If he has extra time in the morning, he’ll sit on your bed and watch you do your makeup/hair as you tell him your schedule for the day just cause he can 

Can we please remember that Kuroo is a big nerd so that means a lot of all-nighters at the dinner table. If you know he has a big test coming up, you order takeout from his favorite restaurant and you have to physically sit across from him so he actually takes a break to eat dinner

Sometimes he falls asleep at the table while studying so you always grab his phone to set a 15-minute alarm because while he needs to sleep, he also needs the time to study too 

On chill days, Kenma usually comes over and the two play video games until the middle of the night. While they’re always super loud, that’s a lie it’s just Kuroo, but whenever they get too loud you come out of your room and you just glare Kuroo down 

“ What’s wrong with your face?”

“ My face? This face will be the last thing you ever see if you don’t shut the fuck up. Kenma sweetie, ✨you’re doing great✨!”

OH okay this is just a bonus

so your upstairs neighbors are like bunnies if ya know what I mean. Like they go at it 25/8 and you and Kuroo can’t stand it because how are yall supposed to concentrate 

One night while you and Kuroo are watching a movie, you can literally hear your neighbors having crazy-ass sex and Kuroo gets so petty. He grabs a broom from the kitchen and starts hitting it against the ceiling like

 ‘ Shut! The! Hell! Up!” 

“ STOP! What if they get mad?” 

“ Who cares? I haven’t had sex in months. If I can’t get laid than no one can get laid!”

“ I don’t even want to think about you and *gags* sex in the same sentence.” 

So all in all, Kuroo is probably the easiest roommate to have and you two just work so well together

-Oikawa-

Oikawa isn’t as bad as a roommate as people might think. He’s surprisingly clean and not only does he clean up after himself but he always cleans up after you. He will sass you on how messy you are though

“ Y/N-Chan, I can’t even see the floor to your bedroom, you’re disgusting! I can’t even look at you the same way!” 

“ If it’s bothering you then get the hell out of my room!” 

“ Your room is a biohazard, how can you live like this?” 

“ I SAID GET OUT SHITTYKAWA!” 

There’s only one bathroom in your apartment so it’s always a battle to get ready in the morning. His side of the sink has way more stuff than you and you even try out some of his products if they happen to find their way to your side

You can’t even hide it from Oikawa because once you leave the restroom, he notices right away 

“ Are you wearing that SPF moisturizer I bought from that new skincare store the other day?”

“ Wha- how did you know?”

“ I can smell it you rat, stop using my skincare products!” 

He says that but the next day when you wake up to use the restroom, you see that he bought you your own moisturizer and there’s a sticky note on it ‘ because you desperately need some’ 

Oikawa also always manages to lose his glasses in the morning so when he’s late, he always wakes you up to help him find his glasses which are somewhere around the apartment 

“ Bitch, how hard is it to keep it next to your nightstand before you go to bed?” 

“ I forget” 🥺👉🏼👈🏼Oikawa pouts as he squints back at you cause he’s a blind bitch 

If Oikawa is your roommate, that definitely means Iwaizumi, Matsukawa, and Hanamaki are always over. One time in the middle of the night, you went to go get a glass of water and you screamed so loud when you saw a dark figure sleeping on your couch 

Your heart literally dropped to the floor but when you squinted your eyes, you could make out that it was Hanamaki just crashing on your couch 

Thank god, you actually thought there was a stranger-

What you didn’t know was that Matsukawa was sleeping on the floor of the living room and you tripped over his huge, built ass body 

“ Y/N? Is that you? Are you okay?”

“ I’m fine-”

“ Ow! Y/N, that’s my hand!”

“ Shit! Sorry- wait, Hajime? Is that you? What the hell-Who else is sleeping here?”

“ Meeeee!”

“Toru?!?! What are you doing out here?” You asked as you turned on the lights to find all four boys camped out in the living room. TF is this? Summercamp???

“ Duh, it’s a sleepover! Wanna join? You can lay next to me Y/N-Chan!”

“ Fuck no you weirdo. Except for you Hajime😚 my room is always open for you!” 🤩🥰🤪🤰🏻 

Oh speaking of frick fracking, you and Oikawa have a solid rule that if you’re planning on having sex, please let the other roommate know so there’s not a repeat of that one incident you’re not allowed to speak of 

Toru: Can you be out of the house from 8:30-9:30? I’m bringing someone over👉🏼👌🏼

Y/N: You bastard I was going to bring someone over!

Toru: Oh yeah? Who u trying to fuck?👀👀👀

Y/N: Hajime 🤤🤤🤤🤤

Toru: STOP THIRSTING AFTER MY FRIENDS

Y/N: BUT IT’S TRUE LOVE!

Besides all of that mess, Oikawa is such a fun roommate. If yall could live together forever, you definitely would because the banter never stops between the two of you, yall are like an old married couple uwu 

-Bokuto- 

JESUS you two take a while to mesh 

You two are best friends so when he suggested to move in together, you were all for it 

But it just took some getting used to 

Bokuto wakes up sooooo early to go run and this means blasting music in the shower at 5am & him blending the shit out a smoothie in the kitchen 

One time, this dude barged into your room around 5:20 in the morning and had THE AUDACITY to ask if you wanted to go run with him 

“ I feel bad leaving you here in the apartment alone, what if you miss me?”

“ If you ever wake me up this early to go run out of all things, I will shave your head do not test me owl.” 

He never asks you again don’t worry but he does walk in your room to whisper, rather loudly, that he’s leaving to go run just to give you a heads up

On some mornings when he knows you’re going to have a long day at school, he’ll make you breakfast and it’s actually super sweet cause you two will eat together in the kitchen and talk about what the plan for the day is 

If he’s ever too lazy to make breakfast, he’ll grab your favorite pastries during his run and bring it home cause he’s just that type of person 

Bokuto is a bit messy and you find yourself cleaning up after him a lot but he makes up for it by being an absolute sweetheart 

He assembled all the furniture in the apartment because he likes building stuff and he claims it’s manly. Don’t Mind my language but ✨U couldn’t give a shit ✨about building furniture so you were 100% okay with it

Akaashi came over to help put the couch together and that was arguably the most entertaining thing you had ever seen

“ Bokuto-San, I’m pretty sure these pieces don’t fit.”

“ Akaashi! Are you doubting my ability to read and follow instructions?!?!”

“ I think he’s right, those don’t fit at all.”

*cue emo bokuto ughhhhhhh this bitch*

Whenever Bokuto gets emo at home, you drop everything to help him get out of his funk. Not because what you’re doing isn’t important but if you don’t help, this dude will show up next to your bed full on close to crying

“ Ko, it’s two in the morning, why are you awake?”

“ Are you angry at me that I broke that plate earlier?”

“ Wha- no I’m not mad over a cheap plate. Just go to bed PLEASE!” 

No matter how busy yalls schedule gets, you two always make time to have a movie night at least once a week because he claims it’s good for roommate moral 

It’s just an excuse for him to snack through the pantry but whatever

He’s also the worst at grocery shopping. Like he notices all the snacks and desserts you like so he’ll buy so much of those things but will fail to get actual protein and vegetables 

I know it seems like I’m shitting on Bokuto and I’m not, I feel like Bokuto would also be such a fun roommate. There are some nights where you two will dance around together in your pajamas and camp out on the couch together and those are the moments where you’re thankful he’s your roommate

But he snores so loud I’M SORRY I HAD TO SAY IT 

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True Beauty | Little by Little | Han Seojun x Kang Soojin fanfic series/one shot? Idk

Part 2 , Part 3

This is the first time, I'm posting something on Tumblr, so bear with me haha, I don't know why but I kinda would've loved to see Soojin with Han Seojun after the time leap and her redemption. It's my opinion and I'll feel absolutely grateful if y'all respect it, thank you, I hope y'all will like it.

Warnings: Slight panic attack trigger mention (not edited)

It was late in the evening and it had been an hour since Seojun left the studio for the day, he now sat on one of the stools staring at the empty glass in front of him. He didn't know why he was here but there he was, he remembered coming to this place for the first time, the night he let Jugyeong go back to Suho and after that night, he found himself coming back to this place often, whenever he needed a break or to get away from everything for a while.

He rubbed his face a little too harshly to check if he was sober enough to move and to his luck, he was just tipsy. He paid for his order and bought himself a simple soda before leaving the place. He put his mask and beanie on and kept walking as the cool wind hit him. He kept looking around to see if anyone recognised him but much to his pleasure no one did. His eyes stopped and soon did his feet when his eyes fell on a familiar figure. He blinked twice to make sure if he wasn't hallucinating.

What was she doing here?

He felt bold and decided to walk up to her. He kept walking till he stood a feet away from her. She had pamphlets in her hands and struggled as she tried to hold them steady and approached people to help people in need. She took out another pamphlet out as she felt a figure walk near her and looked up only to freeze in her place. Her words stopped in her mouth as she looked at those eyes. She was not blind to not recognize who was standing in front of her.

He expected his face to lift in a scowl as usual but it didn't. He was surprised, indeed and definitely had no words to speak. He knew that she met Jugyeong and reconciled with her but he never really bothered to know about her whereabouts. But after what he saw in front of him, he definitely didn't want to be that person who would laugh on her face and blame karma and he obviously didn't want to ack like a jerk and rub salt on her open wounds. So he didn't speak a word and just observed her as she stared right back at him.

She changed so much, he observed. Something about her was different, it wasn't like she was not the Kang Soojin he knew in his teen days, she was still her, but she looked so much better, somewhat relaxed and for some reason it felt like whatever that ate her then was not there around her now and it was very visible on her face. He shook his head wordlessly and turned around.

"Ya, Han Seojun." She called out as he stopped in his place. There was silence for a while as she took a deep breath and walked closer to him.

"I owe you an apology." She said as he blinked while his back faced her.

"Can we go somewhere where we can talk alone?" She continued hesitantly expecting him to walk away as soon as those words left her mouth but to her surprise he turned around and looked at her.

"Okay." He said and followed her.

-

"Thank you." Soojin said and bowed a little to the helper and sat in her chair as Seojun studied her.

He leaned forward and took a bite of the food in front of him and she gulped as she faced him finally.

"What I did back then was very foolish of me. I despise myself for stepping down to that level." She said as he listened to her.

"And I don't expect you to forgive me because I am asking you to. I know I'll always carry the guilt of hurting people who trusted me. I owe you an apology, even if what I did wasn't directed towards you." She said as she looked down and placed her palm on the table.

"I'm sorry." She finally said as he slurped his drink.

"It's alright." He said and she looked up with slightly wide eyes.

"What?" He asked as she opened her mouth to say something but closed it again.

"I didn't expect you to forgive me so easily." She said as he placed his drink on the table.

"Like you said, what you did wasn't directed towards me. If Jugyeong gave you another chance, I can do it too. Anyways, We weren't really friends in the first place, so yeah." He said as she nodded and then there was a wave of silence that surrounded them.

She felt grateful that he forgave her.

"You didn't come to Heegyeong unni's wedding?" She asked.

"Yeah, I was busy with my debut and all of that." He replied with a shrug.

"Oh." She replied as he nodded.

"So, you are an idol, now." She said as he looked and rolled his eyes slightly.

"Yes, that I am." He said.

"How does it feel to be one?" She asked.

"Stressful. But, I feel happy that I get to live my dream." He said with a small smile on his face. She smiled back and nodded.

"I thought you didn't come because of well...nevermind." She said as he looked at her and she ignored his gaze and went back to eating her food.

"Honestly, I didn't come because Jugyeong told me that she invited you." He said as she looked up.

"Well, of course, you hate me." She mumbled and to her surprise he heard it.

"I did. But, I don't think quite the same now." He said.

"Does it mean you hate me less now?" She asked as he chuckled to her surprise.

"Weren't you the one who despised me?" He asked as he raised one of his eyebrows and she rolled her eyes.

"Maybe, I was and it was because of obvious reasons." She said in a light humourous tone.

"Is that so? Can I know the obvious reasons please?" He asked as she cleared her throat and lifted her fingers to start counting and he could not help but notice how her eyebrows furrowed in annoyance as she revisited those years.

_

"Soojin-ah" Soo ah called out as she held her friend's hand and pulled her along and made her sit on the table where all her friends were seated on. She looked around and found Cho rong eating as Hye min tried her best to control her laughter while looking at her partner and eating her food in silence, Tae hoon was asking Soo ah to eat first and take selfies later because the food might cool down and not taste the same, Jugyeong was explaining something on her phone to Suho as he fed her and then there was Seojun who looked appalled at the sight of the couples that surrounded him. He was seated right in front of her at the corner of the table and sulked as he leaned his head on the pillar next to him and waited for his food. His eyes were closed and disgust was clear on his face. It had been two months since she first ran into him on the road while distributing pamphlets for a charity event and now they were friends and dare she say best friends because it haunted her how comfortable she felt around him and how she actually liked spending time with a guy who once so full of himself. She pushed her leg forward and tapped his shoe. He got startled and opened his eyes to look around and then looked at Soojin who smiled innocently at him. He lips lifted in a scowl as he murmured something and went back to sleep as Soojin chuckled, ofcourse sleep was important.

He jolted up again and looked at her as she was looking at the menu.

"Ya Kang Soojin. When did you come?" He asked.

"A few minutes back." She replied as her eyes checked the menu out and he looked at her and couldn't help but smile as she observed the prices of the food items.

He missed her, it had been a week since they last saw each other because he was busy with recording his new album and couldn't find time to catch up with her as she was busy arranging and hosting charity events.

He cleared his throat as he saw Suho look at him and then at Soojin and went back to feeding Jugyeong as she opened her mouth wide. Seojun rolled his eyes at Suho and scrunched his nose up, he sighed as he relaxed his face and then looked at his phone and scrolled through his social media to find something interesting, his order appeared in front of him when he sat his phone aside. He thanked the waiter and dug in. Soojin just stared at with disgust as he finished the entire plate by the time her food arrived and he shrugged as he looked at her.

A smile appeared on her face before she could stop herself, she shook her head and looked at her plate, neither of them knew what was happening but the entire table looked at them start a new chapter in their own books.

_

Soojin sighed as she sat on her table and removed the hand that covered her forehead as she completed her work. Today was a very stressful day for her with so many events to plan but she was happy that she got to relax later as Seojun promised her a meal at her favourite restaurant and then a game night.

She switched the lights off, picked her belongings, locked the room and walked out. She smiled as she remembered how many times Seojun apologised to her for not attending the event which was arranged by her and promised to make it up to her. She didn't know how both of them got there but they did. Her younger self would've laughed on her face if she said that she would be one of Seojun's close friends one day.

To be honest, they were nothing alike, she was smart and he was well kinda dumb, she came from a very different household where she yearned for love from family and he came from a family who absolutely loved him and provided him with as much comfort as possible, she was terrible at singing and his voice was absolutely beautiful, but maybe the difference was something that made them different than the others out there, it made them unique.

She bumped into someone and her smile faltered as she looked at the person. Her heart raced in her chest and she felt terrible memories flood her head and she froze in her place. Tears blurred her vision as she looked at the person in front of her.

"Soojin?" The figure, her father asked and she heard footsteps approach them but she didn't turn around to look at who it was as her eyes were fixed on the person in front of her.

"Ya, Kang Soojin. See, I'm early..." Seojun trailed off as he noticed the presence of another figure around her.

"Get out." She said with anger in her voice as it broke in the end.

"Soojin..." Her father asked again.

"GET OUT." She screamed as both the figures around her remained still in their place, while one was in shock and the other was worried. She waited for a while for her father to leave and when she noticed that her father wasn't leaving anytime soon, she turned the other way and walked past him as Seojun looked at her and followed her outside.

"Soojin?" He called out as she kept walking.

"Soojin?" He called louder but she still didn't stop, her vision was blurry with the tears that kept running down her cheek and she kept wiping them off aggressively. He ran towards her and held her hand to stop her and she turned around to snap at the person who did that but she couldn't when she looked at who it was.

"Come with me." He said softly as he took her to his car and both of them sat inside in silence, he started the car and drove to her apartment. When they reached, she got out without saying a word to him and walked towards the elevator. He locked his car and ran behind to stop her. He was surprised how she managed to get into the elevator in the time he locked his car.

"Soo jin?" He called as he finally caught up with her in front of her apartment and she stopped in her tracks.

She didn't turn around and sniffled quietly.

"Are you alright?" He asked hesitantly. He heard no response, tears didn't stop flowing down her cheeks. His heart dropped at the sight in front of him, he didn't like watching her cry, it hurt him and he didn't understand why it did, but it did. He hesitantly walked closer to her and placed his hand on her shoulder.

"Say something." He said and at that moment she turned around, wrapped her arms around him and broke down in his arms. He was taken aback but he caressed her back slowly to calm her down. She hicupped as he stayed still and let her let it all out.

After a very long time, she finally stopped and let her hiccupping self dettach from him feeling a little embarrassed but he didn't care about it. He held her face and brushed the remaining tears off from her face and gave her a small smile.

"I don't know who that was and what happened. But, all I'll tell is, our past never defines us, it's behind us, it's like a closed book, you are not what you were years ago and I know that after getting to know you in the time we spent together in past few months. Don't let it bother you too much. Okay? Take care." He said as she looked into his warm brown eyes wordlessly and nodded, while she did that, a warm feeling spread all over her body at the closeness of his face and the softness of the tone of his voice and her heart fluttered in her chest.

"Call me if you need anything, but for now, go rest, when you feel better give me a call and no, I didn't forget that meal, we will go grab it when you feel better. Alright?" He asked as she nodded in his palms.

"Good night." He said and smiled at her before letting her go.

"Good night." She managed to croak out as she walked towards her apartment.

She walked in and waved at him and he waved back at her and walked away. Her heart beat rapidly in her chest as she closed the door and leaned her back against it.

It was ironic how someone who once called her a piece of trash and despised her so much comforted her and said that what she did in the past doesn't define who she is now.

A sudden realization hit her like a truck. How was she so oblivious to it? She wondered.

She never felt comfortable around anyone in her life but in Seojun's arms, it felt as if she belonged there. The way he caressed her calmed her wrecking nerves, it just made her feel safe there and as much as she didn't want to accept it and as much she was afraid of being heartbroken again, she knew at the moment that much to her dismay she developed feelings for someone who will look at her the way a friend does, again.

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