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#AND THE NEXT KISS WE GET OF THEM HE HAS SUNGLASSES ON????

actual-changeling · 6 months

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we do not talk enough about the moment right before crowley puts his sunglasses back on. the "nothing lasts forever" is devastating and if you're like me your eyes were so full of tears you couldn't see the screen the first time you watched it (just like crowley, look at us all twinning in sadness!).

there is a shift that happens in his eyes and i think it is absolutely fascinating and heartbreaking at the same time.

we begin with crowley averting his gaze from aziraphale's face and staring off into the distance instead, and you can see his spirit break. that crowley just lost the one thing in the world he cannot live without and we can see it written across his face like a neon sign.

then, as you'd expect, he gives into the need to cover up his pain, to try and make himself less vulnerable, and even before he lifts his glasses he looks down so aziraphale can no longer see his eyes.

now, the next part is what would not let me out of its grasp all day. we know it happens because of his demeanour afterwards and up until the kiss, but you can actually watch as crowley makes himself numb to the world.

i am intimately familiar with dissociation as a trauma and stress response, and while you can never fully control it, you do eventually find the switch in your mind that makes you snap back into the haze. crowley has had six thousand years to get really, really good at leaving reality behind when he needs and/or wants to.

that's exactly what he does.

he still looks sad, and yet there's just something distinctly distant in his eyes, the shift from openly heartbroken to "i don't want to feel any of this let me leave".

glasses? on

emotions? off

hotel? trivago

i have stared at those four frames more than any person probably should and i don't know if it's the light, if i am going insane, or if there is a single tear sliding out of his right (our left) eye. i'm probably insane and the light is a bitch so if anyone has some high resolution shots or anything that could answer that question without a doubt PLEASE do add it.

by now you are probably ready to threaten me with a knife in a dark alley but before you do that or drive your car off a cliff, let me tell you the best part:

aziraphale notices.

they might be communicating on two different frequencies but aziraphale knows crowley. he knows and loves him, and, most importantly, over the last few years he has gotten used to seeing crowley without his glasses. aziraphale could probably write a book on the expressions in his eyes alone and watches that shift happen and is devastated.

look.

he tries to make himself hope the same second, tries to convince himself crowley is putting on his glasses so they can leave together, but he knows.

aziraphale sees the light leave crowley's eyes, sees crowley leave, knowing that he is quite literally running away from him. you and me against the world, angel, but in that moment crowley firmly pushes him back to "the world" (or tries to, anyway).

the entire season we see crowley take off his glasses whenever he enters the bookshop to the point where he's running around without them on in broad daylight with jimbriel right there.

can you imagine how hurt and confused aziraphale must be?

because what crowley is telling him, if we really, really break it down, is that aziraphale is no longer a safe person for him. and repairing that trust is going to take time and work, no matter how much crowley loves him, how badly they love and need each other.

anyway to seal this off and really rub in the pain - how it started vs. how it ended. <3

oh one last thing: now crowley no longer has a single person he can be himself around, no one that knows him, no one he trusts. no one in whose presence he can take his glasses off.

and outside of the bentley and his own flat, he no longer has a place to do so either. the bookshop was theirs. with aziraphale gone, is it really a safe place anymore? is it somewhere he can just let himself be knowing he will be looked after and protected?

easy answer: no.

alright, off i go. see y'all on the next angst post or in the tags.

#alex talks good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #the final fifteen #good omens meta

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satoruluvies · 1 month

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saying somethin' stupid like 'i love you'

fwb!gojo saying the forbidden L word during the deed ????

slightly nsfw, minors please don't interact. also fluff bc i miss gojo :(

not proof read !

thankyou so much for all the support on my recent ♡

satoru thinks you're so cruel. one minute you're holding onto him, nails digging into his back as if you needed him to live.

chanting his name so so beautifully as he trapped you between his bare body and the bed, relentlessly thrusting into you.

and then the next you were back to acting like even his mere existence irritated you. in a way it does but not in the way he thinks.

not once had you been there the morning after. only the crumpled sheets and your nail marks served as reminders that you were here, with him.

“gojo can you not-”

“that wasn't what you called me last night. what happened to toru?”

you glare daggers at him as one of his hand held your notebook high up. he was ridiculously tall and he liked abusing that privilege. especially against you.

“shut up” you walk past him without bothering to take your book.

“hey you mad baby?” he chuckled, getting in front of you, stopping you again.

“come on, answer me. why'd you leave? i thought we agreed to go to class together hmm?”

you roll your eyes at him and crossed your arms.

“that's what you said. i didn't agree.”

“aw you're too mean” he pouted as you scowl and try passing him again only to be stopped by his hand on your arm.

“i wanted you to stay.” his words were heavy, his face not showing even the slightest bit of his shit eating grin he always has on.

he turns to you, his round sunglasses were low on his nose and you could see his oh so beautiful eyes.

you look away because if you don't, you were pretty sure you'd be hypnotised and you'd do whatever he wanted.

“if you keep doing this i won't stay over anymore.” your words shot a painful jab at your own abdomen. his grip around you loosened slowly until he lets go completely.

“alright then.” he hands you your notebook, more like placed them into your arms as he walked away, eyes never meeting yours.

the next ‘sleepover’ took place three days after the banter with satoru. he hadn't called or texted the whole time but when you asked if he was up for it, he replied almost immediately.

so here you were again, him ramming into you as you cling onto his bare body for dear life. you could feel your climax coming as your grip grew tighter and tighter.

satoru was the same, chasing his high. he had missed you a lot the past three days but tried distancing himself just so his feelings for you would simmer down.

it only resulted him thinking about you all day and even more during the night. he finds himself wishing you were here with him, either giving you the pleasure you both agreed upon or just you laying down next to him. he didn't care.

he just wanted you to be there. with him.

and now that you are, his heart clenches the way you clench around him as the both of you cummed simultaneously.

he holds your body tight as you both work your way through the orgasm, euphoria rushing through both your veins.

“fuck y/n…” he groaned as he felt your grip loosen. he can't let you go just yet.

“i love you”

he hadn't meant to say it really. not like this at least.

“satoru we've been through this-” you push him weakly but he stays grounded, eyes boring into yours.

“i mean it.” he says, one of his hands found themselves caressing your cheeks as the other supported him while he hovered above you.

“you don't have to say it back or… feel it back…” satoru's voice was full of emotion.

“but just give me a chance to show you how much i love you. then we can work things out from there.”

you find yourself falling into the charms of gojo satoru. it's not everyday he offers his heart to someone. he doesn't offer it at all but now here he is, handing it to you on a silver platter.

“alright”

you could see satoru's face visibly light up and his blue eyes gleammed. he leaned down to place a soft kiss on your lips.

“thankyou” he traced his fingers on your jaw, his touch so soft, so addicting.

“you better treat me like a princess” you chuckle as he physically melted at the sound.

“oh i plan to do exactly that, and more, lovely.” he leaned down to place another kiss on your lips.

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yourgothiccqueen · 1 month

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LN4 - “Clueless”

Request: Requested by @anniesimpson2128 🖤

Summary: Lando has been flirting with Y/N for as long as he can remember. Unluckily for him, she hasn’t noticed.

Pairings: Lando Norris x Female Reader

Warnings: None! Just a fluffy little story ❤️

Word count: 1.6k

You lay on the grass, Lily lazing beside you, as the warmth of the sun beats down on your face. You use your arm to shield your eyes from the harsh rays, feeling your skin begin to flush already. It had been a long couple of months, traveling around the world with your best friend Lily. You'd befriended her a few years ago, and had instantly clicked, becoming attached at the hip ever since.

Being a freelance journalist, and always up for an adventure, you'd jumped at the opportunity to accompany her to almost all of her boyfriend (and your close friend), Alex's, races.

Legs stretched out in front of you, you allow yourself to relax, readying yourself for the nap of a lifetime.

Before you can doze off, you feel a sudden shadow cool your face, and sense someone is stood above you.

"Hello there, gorgeous." A familiar tone smiles.

"Hi Lando!" You grin up at the sun kissed, curly haired man. "Joining me for a sunbathe?"

"Don't tempt me." He lifts his arms up above his head to stretch, and you catch a glimpse of his toned stomach. "I've got two more meetings today before I can relax properly. Can probably have a five minute break though."

Lando Norris - the incredibly talented, sarcastic and sassy F1 driver.

You'd met him through Alex, of course, a few years ago now, and had quickly become firm friends with the young driver. He was gorgeous, sure, but you'd never been anything more than friends. He didn't see you that way.

Platonic with a capital P.

Lando sits down next to you on the grass, taking a momentary breather from his busy schedule.

"Looking beautiful as always, Y/N." He beams at you, as you peek up at him through your lashes.

"Why thank you, Norris." You reply.

This was typical Lando. Always the smooth talker with every woman he meets.

"You wearing sun cream? You're gonna burn laying out here, it's fucking boiling." He says, gazing up to the sky, a hint of concern in his words.

"Yes, Dad." You joke. "I've got my factor 50 on, no need to stress."

"Good, good."

A moment of comfortable silence falls between you. You allow your eyes to flutter shut again. If they'd have been open, you'd have noticed Lando gazing down at you longingly, an unknown look in his eye.

"Gotta any plans for the rest of the day?" He quietly queries, a hopeful tone to his voice.

"Nothing much. Just chilling with Lily." You nod to the dozing woman beside you, dark sunglasses covering her eyes.

Lando's eyes light up slightly.

"I don't suppose you'd fancy..."

"LANDO!" A voice calls from the building behind you. "Back to work, mate!"

If you were sat any closer to Lando, you'd have heard the disappointed sigh leave his mouth.

"Duty calls - see you later, gorgeous." He smiles down at you.

"Bye Lan, have fun." You smile back, gently.

Lando treks off towards the building as Y/N closes her eyes once again, soaking in the sun.

Lily rolls her eyes under her glasses at how clueless her best friend could be.

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Later that evening, you find yourself in Lily and Alex's hotel suite, searching Netflix for something to watch. You have dubbed yourself the 'third wheel' of their relationship for as long as you've known them, and thankfully they didn't mind the occasional extra company.

"Where's Lando this evening?" You ask, curious as to where he's gotten to. It's getting late, and he's usually done by now. Not that you track his schedule much, of course.

"Got held up in meetings, should be here soon though." Alex states. "What film do you want to watch?"

"Ooh, can we watch Pretty Woman?" Lily asks, gazing at Alex. "Please?!"

"Urgh, fine. If we must." He roles his eyes dramatically, but lets a small smile creep on to his face. He doesn't mind what they watch, as long as he gets to watch it with Lily.

"I hope Lando finishes soon - I don't want him to miss movie night. He deserves a break. That boy works too bloody hard!" You exclaim, making yourself comfy against the cushions.

Alex shoots Lily a look, both of them choosing not to acknowledge how evident it is that you care about Lando as more than a friend.

In perfect timing, the door opens as Lando makes his way inside. His hair is disheveled and he looks exhausted.

"Shit, you good?" Alex asks.

"Just a long day. I'll be fine." Lando yawns in response, stretching his arms.

He makes his way over to the sofa, immediately flopping down next to you. He presses a kiss to your forehead, which sure, should be weird amongst friends, but this was just typical Lando. You smile up at him in response.

"Anything I can do to make you feel better?" You ask, concern lacing your voice.

"Pizza?" He asks, hopeful.

"Already ordered some. They'll be here within the hour."

You know Lando well enough to know he's always hungry after a full day, so made sure there was food en route for when he got in.

"Hell yeah, see this, is why I love you!" He exclaims.

You giggle in response, shaking your head slightly as you look at the TV. You miss the way his eyes widen at what he's just said, and you miss the knowing glance he shares with Alex.

Just friends. You're just friends.

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The night wears on, Alex and Lily retiring to go to bed halfway into the film. You and Lando persevere, tucking into the leftover pizza lazily as the credits begin to roll.

"Surprised you didn't go back to your room to sleep." You state. "I bet you're exhausted."

He shrugs. "Yeah, but I wanted to spend time with you. Haven't been able to see you much today."

"That's sweet." You smile at him.

You'd gotten closer to him as the film rolled on, and are now tucked comfortably into his side, able to feel his warmth. Your head rests against his shoulder.

"This is nice." He allows himself to whisper.

"What is?" You murmur sleepily against him.

"Nothing, don't worry. You getting tired?" He asks, gazing down at your closing eyes.

"Nope." You smile. "I'm wide awake."

"Sure you are, sleepy head." He says sweetly, one of his hands reaching up to stroke your hair. "You look very pretty when you're all tired and...cosy."

"You saying I don't look pretty any other time, Norris?" You smirk up at him, teasing him slightly.

"Hey, course I'm not!" He lets out a short laugh, before becoming slightly more serious. "You're pretty all the time. Gorgeous in fact."

You smirk at him "Aw Lando, are you flirting with me?"

"Duh." He replies simply. "Wasn't it obvious?"

You suddenly feel very awake. You had simply been joking. There was no way in hell that Lando Norris, your gorgeous, charismatic, sassy friend had seriously been flirting with you - right?

You sit up slightly "Wait, really?"

You gaze into his eyes, waiting to see a hint of a joke. There isn't one.

"Yeah, I've been flirting with you for the past year." He nudges his shoulder against yours, giving you a soft smile "Thanks for finally noticing."

You rack your brains of all the times over the past year Lando has called you beautiful, cared for you, and held you slightly closer than typical friends do. You'd thought that was just him. You didn't realise he was only acting that way with...you?

"Wait." You begin "You're flirting with me, because...?"

Lando rolls his eyes, but not unkindly. He allows himself to feel brave, resting his hand on your cheek.

"Once again, isn't it obvious?"

Oh.

"Oh!" You respond, finally putting the pieces together. "Why didn't you ever say anything?"

"I thought you knew I liked you!" He almost laughed, exasperated. "I mean, the flirting wasn't discrete Y/N!"

"I mean, I didn't know! I thought that was just you being, well, you!" You exclaim in response.

"You think I go round calling every girl I meet beautiful and want to spend every hour of the day with her?" He protests. "I mean, how many dates have you seen me go on since I met you?"

Once again you rack your brain, and come up with nothing.

He sees in your eyes that you fully understand how he feels, how he has felt all this time.

"Yeah." He says softly. "Was only you. Was only ever you."

You gaze up at him, his hand still resting on your cheek. Everything is falling into place, and you can almost sense how right it feels. It's always felt right with Lando.

It's your turn to be brave, as you inch closer to him, allowing your eyes to drop to his lips. Lando follows your lead, letting you take control of the moment. His breathing is shallow, filled with anticipation at the thing he hasn't even dared imagine over the last couple years, incase it never became a reality.

Yet here he was.

Your eyes flutter shut as you press your lips against his. You mold perfectly into him, as his hands move to your waist, pulling you closer. You allow your arms to wrap around his neck, deepening the kiss. Time stops. Neither of you breathe. Its electric and perfect and meant to be.

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Lily and Alex awaken early morning, emerging from their room to find you and Lando entangled on the sofa. His shirt is on the floor, and you have a very visible lovebite on your neck.

"Oh my god." Lily half whispers half shouts. "Finally!"

"Jesus christ, I thought this day would never come. Back away quietly in case it's all a bloody dream!" Alex whispers, guiding Lily out of the room again as she giggles with joy.

They leave you and Lando, no longer third wheels, wrapped in each others bodies. Meant to be.

#f1 #formula 1 #f1 imagine #formula one #fyp #lando norris #lando norris imagine #lando norris one shot #lando norris x female reader #lando norris x reader #lando norris x you #lando norris fanfic #lando norris x y/n #mclaren f1 #landonorris #lando norris fluff #alex albon

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steddieas-shegoes · 8 months

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Modern AU where Eddie is a tech repair person at an apple store in Chicago while he tries to make it big with his band and Steve is a spoiled rich kid who is trying to cover up that he's been using his macbook to film for his OnlyFans or something similar and he needs that shit wiped.

Eddie is as professional as he can be, but can't help but be amused at Steve being worried that he's gonna see everything.

S: seriously, just wipe everything. nothing has to be saved. don't even look through each file. just start over. E: okay sure. but you know you could just buy a new laptop. S: my dad checks my credit card statements. E: okay, so tell him you bought it for a friend or something. S: just. can you wipe it? E: yeah i can.

Eddie doesn't let him know that he already has seen everything because of course he subscribes to S.H. and often leaves him bigger tips than he can afford. He doesn't even know why Steve does it since he's apparently rich, or his dad is.

It only takes a few hours to wipe it, and Eddie's grateful he managed to help Steve instead of his coworker who is a certified Creep ™️ who absolutely would have made sure to watch as many of the videos as he could first.

He calls Steve and leaves a message for him that it's done, but doesn't hear back and Steve doesn't come by. He does the same thing again the next day, and the day after that, starting to grow concerned.

He goes so far as to check Steve's OF page, just to see if there's an update, but sees it's been shut down, like it never existed.

He finally caves, does the most unprofessional thing he's ever done, and texts Steve's number from his own phone.

This is Eddie from the apple store. Your laptop's ready. Just want you to know after 30 days we usually get rid of unclaimed items.

There's no response.

But two days later, Steve comes into the store wearing sunglasses and a hat, clearly trying to hide.

When he takes off the sunglasses to sign everything, Eddie sees a healing black eye and swollen nose.

He isn't stupid.

And he suddenly feels extremely protective over him.

E: did your dad find out? S: find out what? E: about your online job? S: how do you know? E: I wasn't gonna say anything, and I swear everything got wiped without anyone including myself seeing, but I do subscribe to you and I recognized you when you came in. S, already having a panic attack: shit no. this is bad. okay you can't say anything about this to anyone. please. E: I wouldn't, I won't. but your dad found out didn't he? he did this to you? S: *nods* E: you safe now? S: *shrugs* E: need a place to stay? S: i've been saving. that's why i did this in the first place. so i can pay rent somewhere. E: I have a second bedroom at my place that just opened up. up to you.

And of course Steve takes it because he's desperate, and doesn't have real world experience with a lot of strangers, but has a good feeling about this.

Eddie finds that Steve is a very typical rich kid; ignorant to a lot of the world's struggles, but not an asshole despite his bitchy attitude sometimes coming out, thinks money can fix everything until Eddie shows him that apologies and a cuddle on the couch can be better.

Steve is so touch starved, he doesn't even realize the way he always folds into Eddie's side when they're just relaxing and watching a movie, or how he always lets his hand brush against his side or hand when Eddie gets home from work. Eddie helps him look for a job, and they find that he loves working at a daycare even though the money isn't that great.

They fall in love so easily, neither of them actually realize it happens until Steve comes home after a very long day before the Christmas holidays, covered in paint stains from crafts with the kids, and Eddie just welcomes him home with a kiss.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #headcanon #is this anything #if it is someone should run with it #i have too much to do to add something else

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verstappen-cult · 17 days

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WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS, LESTAPPEN.

PAIRING. max verstappen x female reader x charles leclerc.

SUMMARY — It's the day after the race in Las Vegas and Max and Charles wake up with a huge headache, two rings in their fingers and no idea of what happened the night before.

GWEN'S MESSAGE. this was requested by @piastrification! i'm so sorry it took me so long, but i had so much fun writing it! and i hope you like it. as always comments & reblogs are greatly appreciated.

Max wakes up with an awful headache and very thirsty. He tries to adjust his vision to the sunlight but every time he tries to open his eyes, there’s a shooting pain in his temple.

He groans, rolling around in bed. Next to him is Charles still sleeping on his belly, messy hair and something like confetti around him.

Max can’t remember anything from last night. Well, he remembers going out with Charles, Lando, Daniel and Pierre and then a lot of shots and dancing and people shouting their names and then… nothing.

“Fuck this.” He whispers and gets out of bed very slowly, feeling dizzy.

He goes to the bathroom to brush his teeth and have a big glass of water before he passes out from dehydration.

Max is filling a second glass when he sees it; a silver ring around his left ring finger.

He does not wear rings.

“Max?” Charles calls his name and Max walks back into the room with his heart hammering in his ears.

“Did you give me this ring last night?” He asks even before Charles has time to properly wake up.

“Uh?” The Monégasque says, sitting on the bed and looking confused at the hand Max has up in the air, showing him the piece of jewelry. “No?” Charles rubs his face with his left hand but stops halfway when he feels something on his ring finger. “What the fuck?”

There is a silver ring, just like the one Max has, on his finger.

And that is not one of his rings because this has three little diamonds encrusted in it.

“Max,” Charles breathes, a shiver running down his spine as he looks at his boyfriend. “What happened last night?

They look at each other with wide eyes, a million thoughts running through their heads.

“I remember leaving the club with the boys and then everything goes black.” Charles gets out of bed to look for his phone because there must be something in there, but all he finds are five missed calls from Pierre and a lot, a lot, of messages from you on the group chat.

“What’s wrong?” Max asks as he walks away to fill a glass of water for Charles.

“Y/N is here,” He answers, showing him the phone and thanking him for the water with a kiss on the cheek. “She’s downstairs waiting for us with Lando.”

Max groans, falling back onto the bed.

“I feel like we did something really stupid last night.”

“Shut up, we didn’t do anything.” Charles busies himself with looking for clothes in his suitcase, so he doesn’t have to think about last night.

They should forget about last night. Last night didn’t happen.

By the time they made it to the lobby, Max and Charles had agreed that they needed to talk to Lando before talking to you about the shit show that was last night.

They may not know exactly what happened, but by the matching rings they know it’s nothing good.

However, they forget about it when they see you standing next to Lando wearing the most beautiful floral dress and your perfect smile.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Max says, taking off his sunglasses for a second to give you a peck on the lips. Then, he’s putting them back on.

“How’s the hangover?” You tease them, feeling Charles' body tensing next to you. And you really want to laugh because you know exactly what happened thanks to Lando and a very detailed story. “What did you do last night?”

“Nothing,” Charles is quick to answer, looking at Lando and silently begging him to do something. But Lando just laughs. “Lando, can we talk for a second?”

“What do you need to talk to him about?”

“Oh, just about something Dani asked us to do before he left last night.” Max lies and if it weren’t because you’re in a good mood and know why they are lying, you would feel angry.

“Oh, but Dani’s right there.” You point behind his backs and they immediately turn around to find the Australian man talking on the phone. When he sees them, a big smile spreads over his face, giving thumbs up before going back to his conversation.

“Now, why are you lying to me?” You bite your lip, trying to keep up with the show. “Did you do something I should know about?”

And then, they say at the same time:

“I swear we didn’t do anything, we went to sleep early!”

“We don’t remember what we did last night, okay?!”

Lando bursts out laughing, even bending down as he tries to breathe properly, which draws the attention of a few people around that slowly start to recognize them.

“Well, I guess I’m not needed here since you keep lying to my face.” You pretend to be hurt and it's not easy when all you want to do is laugh in their faces.

Max and Charles start talking over each other, trying to make you understand what is actually happening.

“And then we woke up this morning with these!” Charles takes Max hand in his, showing their rings. “I swear to god we don’t know what happened.”

“We were so drunk.” Max looks at his feet, feeling embarrassed. He never drinks that much, but apparently last night was a special occasion.

“Oh, but I know.”

They look at you, expectantly, surprised, confused, a mix of emotions on their faces.

You take out your phone, looking for something before turning the device around so they are able to see the screen.

“You got married.”

There on the screen is a picture of Max and Charles with an Elvis impersonator between them, holding his left hands up in the air showing their rings while Charles is holding up his phone with a picture of you, a drunken smile on both of their faces.

You slide your finger to the left, and a video starts playing.

You can hear Lando laughing while recording. “What are you doing?” He asks, walking closer to Charles who is looking down at the picture of you on his phone.

“Baby, we got married!” He exclaims as Max wraps an arm around his waist from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder. “She doesn’t answer. Why isn’t she answering… Are you mad, baby?”

Dani appears on the video, laughing his ass off as he takes the phone away.

“You’re not on facetime, you idiot. It's a picture.” Pierre says from somewhere next to Lando, probably.

“Say hi to Y/N!”

“Hi baby!” Charles really likes to call you baby when he’s drunk.

“We got married!” Max says a little too loud, but doesn’t care and kisses Charles cheek. “Look, we have your ring right here.” He shows a silver ring similar to the one they have, the difference is that the diamond in the middle is slightly bigger. “Congratulations!”

The video ends with all of them laughing.

There’s a minute of silence before Charles speaks.

“Okay, it wasn’t that bad.”

“What!?” Max looks mortified.

“Well, everyone knows that weddings in Las Vegas aren’t actually weddings.” Everyone looks at him at a loss of words, but he just keeps going. “We aren’t actually married.”

“Charles,” Lando laughs a little more. He’s definitely having the time of his life. “weddings in Vegas are very real. You are married.”

“No we’re not!”

Max sighs, placing a hand on his boyfriend — husband’s shoulder. “Charlie, we are.”

Charles gaps, immediately looking at you. “I’m so sorry! We didn’t know!”

You can’t help it anymore, so you laugh.

“Oh my god, you should see your faces!”

Max and Charles look at each other, and then at you. They don’t have a clue about what is happening anymore. Not since last night.

“You’re not… mad?”

“Well,” You wipe the tears from your eyes, shoving your phone back in your purse. “I was at first, now i just find it hilarious.”

“I’m so sorry, schat.” Max runs his hand through his hair, looking sheepishly at you with a pout on his pretty lips.

“It is your fault!” Charles says out of nowhere, pointing a finger in Lando’s face. “Why didn’t you stop us?”

Lando raises his hands in surrender. “I tried!”

“You should’ve tried harder!”

“Max promised to let me win if I let you get married!”

“Max!” Charles says, offended.

“I won’t do that.”

You shake your head, patting Max’s cheek lightly, condescendingly. “You will if you want me to forgive you.”

#꒰꒰ 📁 ─ verstappen cult files ꒱꒱#charles leclerc x reader #max verstappen x reader #lestappen x reader #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic #charles leclerc fluff #max verstappen fluff

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arminsumi · 9 months

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Hii can we pls get an extremely smitten in love like love sick gojo pls?????

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A/N: ABSOLUTELY!! 🥰

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Pairing: GOJO Satoru x f.reader

Summary: the annoying popular boy at college has his heart set on you 😌💕

Warnings; it's a little cheesy

There’s a white-haired boy that always, always sits next to you in every single class. He’s got the looks that kill, one-of-a-kind features, almost too pretty to be on earth; the kind of boy that makes even teachers stutter in the middle of their lecture simply because of his presence.

So many girls fawn over him, like he’s the rockstar of your college with a bunch of groupies following wherever he goes.

And that ticks off one reason you don’t like Gojo Satoru.

The other reasons? To narrow it down; he’s an arrogant cocky flirty bastard who will not stop asking you out to parties and dates. Persistent and determined to make you crack and finally fall for him. Relentless and fast in his pursuit of your heart no matter how far it runs – he’s gonna getcha, he knows it, it’s just a matter of time.

He’s never felt this deeply or intensely. It makes his head spin. When you walk in the room, when you speak, when he sees your name on an attendee list… it has him feeling tingly and lightheaded. Even getting a text from you makes him jump; he replies in two seconds and pouts when you leave him on read. He even complains to his mom and Suguru about you.

This boy is the walking symptoms of lovesick.

But he’s in heavy denial about it. No, no – he’s not obsessed, you’re obsessed. He’s not crushing on you; you’re crushing on him. He’s not chasing you; you’re chasing him. He doesn’t wanna kiss you, you wanna kiss him.

“You have such a fat crush on me.” He smirks, talking unashamedly loudly so everyone who’s passing down the columned corridor can hear.

You sigh. “No I don't, Gojo.”

“It’s Satoru to you,” he winks, “And anyways, you’re not busy this afternoon, yeah?”

“Actually I am – ”

“Great! Let’s go out.”

Your whole face spells how frustrated you are.

“Oh my god…” you sigh, getting up for your next class which was in two minutes – Gojo took up all your time. Your friends had long slipped away after he gave them a glare, snickering as they did because they thought the whole thing between you and him was hilarious.

His long legs strode next to you down the corridor.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“To class.” you replied.

“Let me walk you there.” he offered eagerly.

“Thanks, but there’s really no need.” you replied.

He looked at you like a sad puppy, so you gave in. “Oh my god, fine then.”

“Ask me nicely.”

“What!” you looked at him incredulously, “You’re the one who – oh my god never mind. Walk me to class, Gojo.”

He grinned in satisfaction. You almost wanted to smack him.

“It’s Satoru.” He corrected.

“I’m not calling you that. We’re not friends.” You said.

“Gosh, you’re breaking my heart!” he jokes, but deep down he was a little cut by that. You could tell by how he said no more smart remarks. He was silent.

You slid into your seat, watching your professor prepare the sliding whiteboards with awful scribbles of calculus. Gojo slid right next to you, settling his smart ass down a little closer than last time. He was aching to get closer to you in any way he could.

“I need a pen.” He whispered under his breath to you as soon as the lecture began.

“Seriously? Again? Where do you keep putting the ones I give you, up your ass?”

He smirked at you. Pretty blue eyes peaked over the rims of his sunglasses. You weren’t the only one to notice that he had them on indoors; the professor glanced over and immediately reprimanded him.

“Gojo, glasses off indoors, please. Don’t make me keep reminding you.” She said.

Gojo grumbled and reluctantly took them off, setting them down on the desk. You’d already began hastily scribbling notes, but all Gojo managed to do for the first ten or fifteen minutes of the lecture was drum his borrowed pen on his empty spiralbound notebook. He stole thirsted glances of you out of the corner of his eyes.

At some point his attention solely focused on you.

He observed you intently; the way you held your pen, the pace at which you write, your handwriting, how you leaned over just enough for your breasts to lightly squish against the desk.

“Hey.” He whispered to you.

You looked at him bemusedly. Ah, here he goes again. Fifteen minutes in and he has something to say to you.

“Can I copy your notes?” he asked.

“Seriously?” you whisper-shouted. The professor was so deep into her lecture about calculus that she didn’t notice Gojo starting to chat you up.

Asking to copy your notes was just his entry into flirting; what followed next was “I like your handwriting” and “so about that date…” and “there’s a party at my place this weekend…” and “wanna ditch this class together?”

“Satoru,” you said, “shut up, please.”

He shut up, not because you asked him to – he would have gone on and on despite your wishes, but you called his name. That took him aback so much so that he actually had to recompose himself and sit back, take in a breath, think for a bit. The way you pronounced his name had him in pieces.

Now came the part of the lecture where Satoru started making you laugh. You tried so hard not to, you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction – but he had a good humour, you couldn’t deny a few breathy laughs here or there.

His unwavering stare was so distracting. That and the fact he kicked his feet up on the desk. He took them down when the professor turned around, and then resumed his lazy position as soon as she turned back to the whiteboard.

“Satoru,” you began, “How is it that you never take notes and still pass?”

He shrugged. “I’m a prodigy. You’re sitting next to a real genius.”

You regretted asking.

He felt bad, so he gave you a small honest answer. “I cram at night.”

“Ah, I see.”

“Would be nice to have a study buddy…” he suggested.

“No.”

“But wouldn’t it be nice? Let’s study in the library later.”

“No – ”

“Okay! I’ll meet ya there!” he smiled decisively, choosing to ignore your decline.

The class concluded, and Gojo lingered by your desk waiting for you to pack up. Some lovestruck girls always approached him at that point, and he held small talk with them. He absolutely let their compliments fuel his ego.

You tried to take advantage of the fact he was distracted by them so you could slip out of the lecture theatre unnoticed. But he had good eyes.

“Oh, gotta go. Bye.” He said hastily, eyes locked on you like you were his target. He practically tumbled down the desk levels to get to you.

Just as you disappeared beyond the door, he caught up with you, lanky body colliding with yours on ‘accident’. You thought it was deliberate, but it really was an accident – he was so clumsy around you. He threw you a lopsided, apologetic smile.

That familiar sad puppy expression developed on his features as you walked quickly down the corridor and ignored him. Inside, you were bitter about how he bathed in those girl’s attention.

He had his hands behind his back. A peculiar thing – he usually walked like he owned the place with his hands swinging like a model on a runway. You stopped abruptly in your tracks when you noticed his deflated behavior. He bumped into you again.

“Hey…”

“Sorry.” He muttered apologetically.

“… wanna get lunch together, after studying?” you offered, feeling bad for how you ignored him the whole walk to the library.

His eyes lit up. “Yeah! Yeah… uh, yes.” He almost choked. “Absolutely.”

After that, he had a pep in his step as he followed you into the library.

Studying with him was super unproductive. He kept teasing your face, pinching your cheeks and ears to get your attention and then when he had it, he started rambling about something.

Then he pulled giggles out of you. He did such goofy, stupid things.

“Look.” He said, so you looked away from your textbook.

You shook your head.

He had balanced a book on his head and bit his borrowed pen between his pearly whites.

“Don’t put my pen in your mouth! I don’t want your germs.” You said.

He grinned.

You had to admit… that was an attractive smile. The way his Addam’s apple subtly shifted. The way his eyes lit up. The way his eyes creased.

He took the book off his head and the pen out of his mouth.

“You don’t want my germs?” he pouted jokingly.

“No, no way.”

“How are we ever gonna kiss?”

“E – excuse m – what? Huh?”

Gojo giggled. He threw that in just to see your reaction.

“You sooo wanna kiss me.” He teased.

“Uh… I don’t…” you swallowed.

“You’re such a bad liar.” He said, his tone shifting into a genuinely serious one.

“I’m not lying. I’d never kiss you.” You spoke.

“Yeah?”

He brought his face closer to you. So close you could see the subtle freckles on his pale cheeks.

“What would you do if I kissed you?” Gojo asked, peering at your soul with his eyes.

You stuttered, too stunned to response. What would you do? It was a genuine question, you could tell by the tone of his voice and look in his eyes. He really wanted to know.

“I don’t know…” you responded.

“Have you thought about it at all?” he asked. A slight nervousness shook his vocals. There was the smallest of voice cracks as he said ‘thought’.

Should you have been honest? You were looking into his eyes contemplatively. Was he trying to trick you? Was he gonna get an answer out of your lips and then humiliate you with it?

You just bit the bullet and said it.

“Yeah, I guess I have.”

His eyes searched for any hints that you were kidding. You got his heart thumping, his blood rushing around so hard he felt dizzy.

It looked like he wanted to kiss you really badly, but your phone went off and ruined the moment completely. The lovey air dissolved between you and him and he wished it hadn't.

While you hastily took your phone call, you noticed out of the corner of your eyes that Gojo had a boyish blush on his face.

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The Intern Prologue | Rooster x Reader

Summary: You barely have a minute to yourself after graduating at the top of your Ivy League class before your father insists you find an internship. Your days of lounging by the pool and partying are numbered as he has an endless parade of his colleagues visiting the house. But one of them is familiar to you in a way that warms your skin just like the San Diego sun.

Warnings: Language (eventually 18+)

Length: 1800 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

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"We need to start talking about your summer internship."

You had been home for less than one full day, and your father was already on his favorite topic of conversation: your future as a business mogul poised to take over his empire.

"Can we talk about it tomorrow, Daddy?" you asked, flashing him your sweetest smile as you yanked your sunglasses down lower on your nose. It was the end of May. You'd just graduated with top grades and a master's degree in business analytics and finance from his Ivy League alma mater. You were doing everything you could to uphold the family name as his only child, but you just wanted one day off before you got fully immersed in his world.

He sighed and glanced between you and the enormous pool behind the house you grew up in just outside San Diego. "Tomorrow morning. We will talk about it at breakfast," he said sternly. But then you watched his features crack into that soft smile he only ever shared with you. "I'm really proud of you, Sweetheart. You'll do big things."

Your annoyance with him melted away. "Thanks, Daddy." Most of your motivation to succeed came from him and his own personal success, but he worked nearly all the time. You would find a way to balance out a summer internship along with hanging by the pool and partying with your friends. You'd spent years perfecting this routine in college so that you graduated first in your class while still devoting your weekends to your sorority sisters and fraternizing with the fraternity boys.

Your father kissed the top of your head, and once he was gone, you rolled onto your belly. You wanted to feel the glorious heat from the California sun on every bit of your skin. While you enjoyed the different seasons on the east coast and the beautiful Ivy League campus, you certainly missed this weather. You were half tempted to untie your bikini top now that you were alone, but your father always had a parade of his colleagues and employees coming through the house to talk shop. And a lot of them were older and ex-military, and your dad would have a fit. You smiled, because that made you want to do it even more.

You spent all morning and most of the afternoon laying out by the pool with a book that wasn't holding your interest and your enormous water cup. You only ventured inside to get lunch where you waved off your father's chef when she tried to make something for you. It was her job, but you were twenty four and far less helpless than your father when it came to most things around the house. You made a sandwich and took it back out to the pool where the groundskeeper was testing the water.

Everyone here was calling you 'Miss' which was already getting on your nerves. Nobody cared who you were when you were strolling through campus at the University of Pennsylvania, because their mommys and daddys were even wealthier and more famous than your dad. They just called you by your first name and let you blend in.

"Miss, the pool chemicals look good," the groundskeeper told you. "Enjoy your swim."

Before he wandered off to work on his next chore, you called out, "Thank you." The funny thing was, your dad never used the pool. All he did was work. He probably only kept it open for the past six years while you were away in Philadelphia just in case you wanted to use it when you were home on breaks.

And that's what had you walking over to the edge and dipping your toes in the water. There was a bit of a chill to it, probably because the sun had warmed you to your bones. Goosebumps ripped along your skin, and your nipples furled softly in your bikini top. You were suddenly very aware of your body as you heard your dad's booming laughter coming from inside the house along with dress shoes on the Calacatta marble floor.

You swirled your toes around again as you turned to look through the open French doors at the group of men and women all in black suits. Most of them were as old as your dad with graying hair and scowling faces that conveyed how little they appreciated having their time wasted. All except for one. He was younger and taller than the rest, and he was the only person you knew by name. You hadn't seen him since you were home in December, but Bradley Bradshaw looked just as good now in his navy blue suit as he had with a glass of champagne and pink cheeks in his silk Fair Isle sweater at your father's holiday party. Maybe even better.

Now that he was a mere fifty feet away from you, it surprised you a bit that you hadn't really thought about him in months. His brown eyes met yours and he took a few steps to separate himself from the group. He shot a crooked little grin your way, and you smiled back before your eyes shifted to the pristine pool water.

That night had been fun, even though your dad insisted you wear a modest forest green dress instead of the black one you brought home from Philadelphia. The champagne and mulled wine made it almost entertaining for you to drift from one of his geriatric colleagues to the next, intentionally asking them almost bizarre questions just to see how they would react. But Bradley had been there, and when you asked him if he'd ever had wine from Domaine Tropez in the south of France, he responded in a deep rumble of a voice saying, "I have a box of wine in my refrigerator that just says White Wine on the side of it. Does that answer your question?"

You couldn't remember the last time someone made you laugh so hard, and he didn't look at you like the spoiled brat you almost enjoyed playing the part of.

"The vineyard sent me a bottle of rouge for my birthday. Want to try it?" you had asked him, feeling a little drunk and silly as he set his empty champagne flute on a passing tray.

"You want to waste it on a guy who drinks boxed wine?" he asked, his voice impossibly deep and his mustache twitching with amusement. "I thought you were supposed to be smart. Your father talks about you all the time."

You had been about to take him by the hand and lead him to the kitchen where you'd stashed the wine so your dad wouldn't drink it, but then Bradley got pulled into a conversation with someone else. But you felt his eyes on you frequently throughout the night. And he did make it a point to say goodbye to you, letting you see those rosy cheeks up close one more time.

Just then you were jolted back to the present as you nearly toppled into the pool. Your father's voice carried outside, inflection full of pride as you heard him say, "My daughter flew back last night. Graduated top of her class with the same degree I earned. Following right in my footsteps, if you can believe it. Higher marks than I ever had."

There was some soft laughter and words of congratulations aimed at him, even though you were the one who had worked so hard. You rolled your eyes and planted both feet on the edge before diving as gracefully as you could into the pool. You swam nearly all the way across underwater, grateful for the bit of silence as you collected your thoughts. The water cooled you without being cold enough that you wanted to get out, and when you surfaced, you took a deep breath.

Everyone seemed to have moved along from the open French doors, probably heading deeper into the house toward your dad's study or his conference room. You swam off toward the pool float that was drifting along in the shallow end, and you pulled yourself gracelessly up onto it. Just as you were fixing your bathing suit, about to settle in for another hour of sunbathing, a shadow crossed your face, and you nearly landed back in the water as you jumped.

"Congratulations."

It was Bradley Bradshaw standing over you with his hands on his narrow hips and his tie loosened in a way that you couldn't stop looking at. You desperately wished you had your sunglasses to help shield your eyes from the bright light as well as the fact that you were on the verge of checking him out.

"Heard you graduated with a splash," he added, smiling as you dipped your foot in the water.

You rolled your eyes and settled back against the raft. "Crazy, isn't it? There's almost nothing you can't accomplish when you set your mind to it and have a billion dollar bankroll behind you, just helping you along the way."

His laughter made you feel warmer than the sunshine. "Are you daring to call yourself privileged?" He kept his eyes on yours, and you were impressed that they weren't straying south.

"Are you daring to say you aren't, Mr. Bradshaw?" you asked him with a smirk. "I didn't know you could buy Armani suits at JCPenney. I guess even an Ivy League valedictorian can learn something new every day."

He rubbed his hand over his lips and mustache to try to hide his amusement, and you wiggled back against the raft with a smile of your own. You weren't sure what possessed you to talk to him like this; he was your father's colleague after all. But you felt validated as he squatted down in his three thousand dollar suit to test the water temperature with his hand, because he shook his head slowly at you and said, "I'm impressed you even know what a JCPenney is. You're a bit of a brat, aren't you?"

Now you were the one trying to hide your smile behind your hand. "Don't get it twisted. I've never actually been to one. But all the prep school kids used to talk about shopping for suits off the rack along with knockoff handbags just to rile up our parents."

You thought you heard him mutter the word brat again as he stood. "Well, as much fun as this has been, I'm not dressed for swimming, so I guess I'll go find the other Armani suits and get back to work instead."

"Shame, that," you replied, clicking your tongue. "Bring your Armani swim trunks next time and stay a while."

Now that he was standing at his full height, his gaze slowly drifted down your body, and his cheeks turned ruddy just like they had after an evening of indulging in champagne last December.

"Maybe I will."

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finelinevogue · 10 months

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when in rome

summary - just a few random clips from a holiday to rome

word count - +3k

pairing - husband!harry x reader

a/n - can’t lie… this could literally be set anywhere and there’s no real plot, but i hope yous enjoy it all the same <33

at the airport

“Hey, give me that.��

Harry holds out his hand for you to pass over the suitcase to him, claiming that he should be the one to pull it not you.

You were originally going to have two suitcases, but it turns out that neither of you were packing heavy and so one suitcase it was.

“I’m not incapable.” You sigh.

“I’m not saying that. I would just feel better if y’let me pull it.” Harry plucks your fingers off the handle one by one, distracting you with a kiss as he does so to make it easier for himself, before claiming the suitcase for himself.

“I’m not gonna argue with you at this time in the morning.” You give him another sigh.

You walk behind Harry as he directs you from the Uber to the terminal door.

It is holiday time and you and Harry have decided on a getaway to Italy, Rome. One of the most romantic cities in Europe and famous for its history and pizza.

Harry decided that you would fly Economy, rather than taking the jet, because it was more practical for a bunch of different reasons that you didn’t really understand.

Hence why you are grumpy now.

You had to get up at 2AM, to get and Uber and be through security before your flight leaves at 7:30AM.

Clad in one of Harry’s oversized hoodies and gym shorts, your legs are cold, your eyes are heavy from tiredness and your body aches from the run Harry made you go on yesterday.

You rub your eye free of sleep and accidentally bump into Harry as he’s stopped.

Harry is wearing a similar hoodie to you, because he couldn’t wear his favourite one due to lending it to you, running shorts and of course a pair of sunglasses and a hat.

“Sorry. After you.” Harry politely lets an old couple pass, which is why you were stopped short.

He turns around to you to make sure you’re okay and smiles when he sees you unattractively yawn. You look like a small kitten who has just been awoken.

“There better be a coffee shop somewhere in here.” You say as you walk through the doors.

The airport is already busy with hundreds of people buzzing to get out of this dreary country and into hotter destinations.

“Also, I love your fans, but I swear to God if one of them approaches us this morning…” You say.

Harry chuckles, “Yeah? What will you do, love hmm?”

“Turn into the Hulk.”

“I feel sorry for them already.” Harry smiles and you hit him in his arm as a joking reply.

You stand together in a snaking queue to check in and then to get through security, until you’ve made it to the other side successfully. Also, without anyone publicly exclaiming that Harry is here.

You hold Harry’s hand as you walk next to each other out of security.

“Y’wanna get coffee first? Or find somewhere to sit?” Harry asks you, hoping you’re listening but he can’t tell because your hood is up.

“Dunno.” You say indecisively, beyond tired.

“Let’s go find somewhere and then I’ll go get us coffees, yeah? You can just sit and look pretty.” He squeezes your hand.

“No. I wanna stay with you.” You wrap your other hand around his forearm and hold him close, pressing your face against his arm also.

“Okay, okay. Well let’s go this way then.”

Harry directs you to the coffee bar and you both stand in another queue as you wait to order.

“Y’want your usual?” Harry asks and you nod.

When Harry’s called over, he makes sure to bring you with him and scans the bakery section one more time.

“Hi honey! What can I get for you?” The woman behind the counter asks.

“Morning. Hi. Um, can we have one croissant, one pain au chocolat, one black coffee and one latte with a shot of caramel please. Thank you.”

As Harry pays on your shared bank card, you thank him with a small voice.

“Thank you.” You hug into his arm more.

“It’s okay.” He kisses the top of your head. He wants to kiss your lips, but he also wants to remain as PG as possible in such a public space just in case someone is secretly filming.

After you’ve collected your order, you go and find a table to sit at. You find a small booth that overlooks the runway, so you can watch the planes take off. Harry knows it’s one of your favourite things to do in an airport, so he chose this spot on purpose.

You make small talk as you eat, both of you sat on the same side of the booth so that you can lean on Harry to rest once you’ve finished.

You talk about the planes taking off and your potential itinerary for the next couple of days. Harry just listens to your rambles as he finishes your pastry too, because you couldn’t finish it.

“Can I sleep on you on the plane?” You ask.

“‘Course y’can, baby. Think we have a window seat and a middle seat.”

“Can I sit by the window?”

“Yeah. You can lean on my shoulder if y’want.”

“Please. Thank you.”

“Anything for you, love, you know that.” He kisses your forehead again.

checking in

You get out of the Uber first.

It is already so humid here in Rome and it’s just gone midday.

Your hotel is right in the centre of Rome, just a few streets over from the Trevi Fountain and then a few more streets over from the Gucci store too.

Harry made sure to book somewhere that would be accessible to the majority of everything. Money wasn’t an issue. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise you it Harry even booked the most expensive hotel in Rome.

The porter greets you and takes your suitcase for you. Harry tops the driver and thanks him with the Italian he’s been learning.

Harry takes your hand as you walk inside, thankful for the air conditioning in the building.

“Buonjiorno.” The man behind the desk greets you.

“Buonjiorno.” Harry replies. “We’re here to check in?”

You were a little early but decided you would try to check in anyways.

“Of course. Name, please?”

“Styles.”

“Both of you?”

“Yes.” Harry can’t help but smirk as he speaks. You nudge him, because you feel the same way.

“I have… Uh, Y/N Styles and Harry Styles?”

“Sí.” Harry nods.

“For 4 nights?”

“Sí.”

“Okay.” The man shuffles around some papers and types some things on the computer. “So your room number is 406. This is the fourth floor. You can take the lift up, which is just over there. Breakfast is included, which will be on the terrace between 7 and 10.”

“Amazing.” You smile for what feels like the first time since landing.

You’ve been so tired that you have found it hard to keep your eyes open and pretend like you’re alive.

“The pool is on the roof and will be open 7AM until midnight. The gym facilities are open all the time. Room service is three euros per call. These are your key cards and we hope you enjoy your stay.”

“Grazie.”

“Grazie.” You and Harry both thank the man and make your way over to the lift.

A few minutes later and Harry is opening your hotel room door.

You step inside and immediately fall in love. It’s decorated with marble floors and high ceilings with gorgeous artwork - probably that inspired of the Sistine Chapel.

The bed is a large queen size bed with lots of pillows and comforters. There’s a long chair at the foot of the bed and a sofa just across from that.

The most captivating thing about the room is the three sets of french doors, which all open onto a small balcony. There’s sheer curtains draped over the ceiling length doors, softly blowing in the wind.

Beyond that is the view that money did actually buy.

A view of the majority of Rome. You could see St Peters perfectly and Harry mentioned that the sun set will be visible from this room too. All the small buildings below and the little people on their way to work or tourists wandering.

“And?” Harry prompts.

“And what?” You twirl around to see him wandering over, after having shut the door and abandoned the suitcase.

“Is this okay?”

“Is that a serious question?” You raise your eyebrows.

You open your arms as Harry walks into you, wrapping his arms over your shoulders. He breathes you in and squeezes you tight and you follow suit.

“Mm. Want you to have the best time.”

“Harry, babe, this is perfect. More than perfect. Thank you for everything.” Your voice is muffled by speaking into Harry’s jumper.

Harry kisses you on the head a couple of times.

“Do y’want to go for a nap and then go have a wander?”

“Yes please.”

“M’kay.”

It doesn’t take you both long to get comfortable in the bed. Harry opens a door to let in a better breeze and the air con is on full to make sure you don’t overheat.

Harry lays behind you, where you’re laying on your side. Your hood is off now, because Harry likes to lean his face into your neck when you sleep. He likes to breathe in your homely scent and warmth.

His hand lays on your stomach, underneath his jumper, and rubs little circles with his fingers.

You start giggling and Harry asks what’s up with you.

“Tickles.” You hum softly, quite relaxed by the funny feeling.

“Does it now? Y’skins so soft, so I can’t help myself.”

“Won’t be soft forever. Especially if you keep on trying to get me pregnant.”

Harry kisses your neck and leaves a little mark with his teeth. His hand spreads over the span of your stomach and holds it there.

“Won’t care. When you’re pregnant, I am only going to love you and your body twice as much.”

“You say that now…”

“And I’ll say it again when the time comes.” Harry cute you off from any more deprecating thoughts. “Now shush. I’m trying to make sure you get your beauty sleep.”

exploring back alleys

You and Harry walk hand in hand down a busy street in Rome.

It is so hot and humid that your bodies are so sticky from the heat, but you hold onto each others hands nonetheless because you are simply that attached to one another.

Harry leads the way, walking around the crowds of tourists and past random shops selling art and Rome tat.

He turns around and catches you admiring all the colourful buildings and wonderful Roman architecture, and he can’t help but smile at your wonderous face.

You feel a tug on your hand Harry’s holding and giggle a little when you feel him pulling you towards a back alley.

He runs a little quicker and you have to keep up with him. You check behind you to see if he is running away from something, but no one is following and you think he’s mad for running now.

“Harry!” You laugh as he makes a harsh right and pulls you down another side street.

This one bends slightly in the middle so you can’t see the street entrance either which way.

You don’t have the time to ask any questions before Harry is pushing you against a brick wall painted apricot. He holds his hands on your face and presses his lips hungrily onto yours.

You’re not only hot from the weather, now, but also from how attracted your husband is in this moment.

You groan as he steps forward so he’s leaning infinitely close into your body. You sigh when he moves his head to the side to kiss your better, cupping your hands over his to get a guide on which way he will move next.

When he pulls away you sadly pout.

He laughs at your expression and decides to kiss you again, even longer this time. He kisses and kisses you until you make the move to pull away, before you pass out from lack of breathing.

You laugh first and then Harry follows.

Both of you have never felt happiness like this. Just happy being simply together.

“You’re so…”

“I’m so what, baby?” Harry laughs breathlessly.

“I don’t even know.” You laugh, cupping his cheek and flitting your eyes between both of his as you try to decided which one is prettier. “I do know that I love you, like a lot.”

“Only a lot?”

“Well, like as much as the universe is big.” You give him a warm summers smile.

“Oh well that’s alright then.”

He leans forwards and seals his lips with yours again. You kiss him with all the love you have pocketed for him and don’t let him go until you hear footsteps approaching.

It’s a man and his daughter on their way somewhere.

As they walk past, Harry and you loosen your hold on one another as you don’t want to display too much PDA.

Once they’ve gone Harry giggles.

“What?” You ask.

“Just thinking how that’ll be me someday. Lost in a city with our daughter ‘cause I’m too stubborn to use a map and she’ll probably be distracting me with her gorgeous face she got from her mum…” He trails off.

“That was an intense thought, babe.”

“Mm. It’s been on my mind a lot lately. Having a baby with you, I mean.”

“It’s been on my mind too.”

That’s all that’s said, but you both smile at each other knowingly that as of today you’re starting your future together.

dining out

Harry looks divine.

Dressed in an unbuttoned white linen shirt that sits on top of a white vest, with a pair of dark navy blue cotton shorts and his rusty old white vans, he has never looked so gorgeous.

It’s the subtle burn and tan of his skin that has you melting for him.

You are currently clipping his hair back with one of your small hair grips for him. He can do it himself, but he prefers it when it comes from you.

You’re both freshly showered and very hungry.

Sweet Disposition by the Temper Trap is playing in the background as you both get ready for dinner in your hotel room. After walking through Rome for the day, you spent some time in the swimming pool together and then showered together before getting ready.

“Y’look beautiful, m’love.” Harry says, watching you through the mirror.

“Thank you.” You speak softly, cheeks flushing over his compliment.

“This red dress on you is just… it’s perfect. You look perfect.”

Your red mini dress shows of your legs that Harry admires so much, and paired with a pair of platform sandals you look like a model straight from Vogue.

“Feel pretty, actually.”

“Good. Y’look prettier than anyone has ever looked in that dress.” Harry knows how to charm you best.

“Baby, you need to stop complimenting me otherwise we’ll miss our reservation.” You laugh, finishing clipping his hair.

“Can’t help myself. So lucky you chose me.” Harry picks your ring finger up and kisses over the ring that symbolises eternity between you.

“I’ll always choose you. You are too handsome not to.”

An hour later and you’re sitting at the restaurant.

Harry pulled your chair out for you and made sure you were comfortable before sitting in his own chair.

The restaurant is on a lovely little side street, decorated with fairy lights across the terracotta wall. There are ivy vines growing there too and the atmosphere is just peaceful.

There are a few families and other couples here too. It’s not a very fancy restaurant as Harry admitted that the best restaurants in Italy are the most homely and authentic ones.

The waiter was already fetching some water for you whilst you looked the menu.

“What are you thinking, baby?” You ask Harry, from where he is sat across from you.

“Maybe just a Margarita pizza.”

“Really?” You question his taste in food.

“Need something simple but good tasting tonight.”

“Okay, well at least get the bruschetta with me for starters?” You ask, wanting to share something with him.

“Sounds good, yeah.”

When the food comes, you feed Harry some of your pasta whilst Harry gifts you a slice of pizza. Both dishes are beautiful and cooked perfectly.

You both laugh and have the most amazing evening.

The best moment of the evening is when an old couple walk past you, holding each others hands.

“You two are so beautiful together.” The old man says.

“Thank you so much.” Harry smiles and holds your hand in his from across the table.

“Your love reminds me of ours. Precious. Forever.” He goes on to say and you have to swallow back the tears from how sweet his words are.

Harry smiles at you.

“Definitely forever.”

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ddejavvu · 10 months

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I’m such a simp for jealous!reader and jealous!hotch lmaooooo

What if reader and Hotch were married and had other kiddos so they had to split off for sports activities (jack at soccer and other kiddos at basketball or something). Then like either jack or other kiddos thing gets done early and then either hotch or reader sees their spouse getting hit in repeatedly and becomes jealous and territorial?

Soccer is different than baseball in that there are soccer moms, but baseball dads. The moms that happen to be there take a backseat on the bleachers while the dads huddle around the fence, shouting instructions in on their trembling kids scared to bat.

It means that while Aaron has to deal with women in form-fitting workout gear when he picks Jack up from soccer practice, you have to deal with dads in baseball caps, jeans, and shitty sunglasses.

Your daughter is getting good at baseball, something you're insanely proud of while you cheer along from the bleachers. Aaron would be proud, too, if he were here to see it. But he's on Jack duty today, because you wanted to catch this game. You're hoping the boys make it to the field in time to see her close out the game, but you're nearing the halfway point and there's no sign of them.

"Alright, Sophie!" You cheer, watching her strike an opposing batter out, "Good throw, baby!"

"Ah, she's yours?" A voice comes from your left, and you see a man backing away from the fence to approach you.

"She is," You beam, eyes fixated once more on your daughter, "Which one's yours?"

"Number 15," He points to one of the girls on the bench, She.. tries her best."

You recognize the brunette ponytail on the girl, remembering that she's been having a hard time with batting. When she's able to hit the ball, it's always a good shot, but more often than not she misses.

"I'm sure she'll get better the more she plays!" You promise her dad, and he nods, perching on the end of the bench just below you, "That's what happened with Sophie, before we did at-home practices she was really struggling."

The man's face twists into intrigue, something deeper than that rooted in his eyes as he stares you down, "Oh, you practiced with her? Maybe Angel could use that, too. Are you, uh, taking applications?"

"Oh," You laugh, "No, that's- I'm not a coach or anything. In fact- uh, my husband and son were probably more helpful than I was."

It's like you've cut the power to the man's megawatt smile. The light in his face dims, and his face sours as he stands to walk away, "Oh. Understood."

It's then that you come to the disheartening realization that he was flirting with you. Not only that, but he'd only played nice when he thought he had a shot. Now that he knows you're spoken for, he's hooked back over the fence, shouting at the players.

A hand drapes itself over your collarbones from behind, and you startle before you realize that Aaron is hugging you from the other side of the bleachers.

"Oh!" You gush, letting Jack clamor into your lap to hug you while Aaron walks around to sit beside you, 'You scared me, Aaron."

"Sorry," He grins bashfully, scanning the field and seeing Sophie talking to the coach, "How is she doing?"

"Good," You grin, smoothing out Jack's sweaty post-soccer hair, "She just struck that little brat from the other team out, the one who got mud on her popsicle last time."

"Good girl," Aaron chuckles, watching Jack rush off to play with a few other kids by the trunk of a big tree, "Who were you talking to?"

"Angel's dad," You recall uneasily, "Uh- number fifteen. He was-"

"Flirting with you," Aaron concludes, "I know."

"You saw?" You ask warily, eyes apologetic, "Aaron, I'm sorry, I- I didn't realize until he left, and then you got there, so I just forgot about it, but if you want I can avoid him next time, or-"

"Hey," Aaron sets a hand on your thigh, leaning in to kiss you softly, "It's alright. Don't worry about it, I'm not angry."

"You're not?" Your brows furrow, and he leans in to kiss you again, wiping the expression from your face.

"No," He shakes his head, forehead leaned against yours briefly, "Well- I was, but he totally just saw me kiss you. Twice. So..."

"Oh," You laugh bashfully, leaning over to tuck your face against his shoulder, "Well, that's good. Hopefully he leaves me alone."

"Hopefully," Aaron agrees, squeezing you closer with his arm around your shoulder, "Oh, don't look now, but he's talking to Jia's mom."

"Which one?" You retort, something smug lining your features as you wonder how she'll break the news to him.

"Gloria," He tries not to stare, ducking his gaze back down to your face instead, "Hey, perfect place to tell someone you bat for the other team."

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bindeds · 2 months

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⊹・° ｡ㅤ BOYFRIEND VOX / LUCIFER / ALASTOR X FEM READER HEADCANONS ! — now i know alastor is aroace so i am once again making a post that acknowledges that as much as possible, meaning his headcanons can also be seen as platonic and his nsfw section doesn’t involve him engaging in the act of sex. i also made an aroace friendly headcanons post on alastor if you wanna check that out!

contains nsfw (+18) and it will be in a separate section <3 please credit me if you use these gifs!

mlist. request status.

VOX.

this man pampers the SHIT out of you and you cannot tell me otherwise. if you’re out walking in the streets of hell and you so much as look at a branded purse for a second longer than usual, it’s in your hands within the next five seconds. same goes for literally anything—clothes, shoes, sunglasses, books, anything you could want that isn’t a gadget, because he already gives you his latest models—only the finest for his girl.

he teleports to your phone screen whenever you ignore him, and you don’t tell him that you find it particularly endearing. the way he’s just so whiny for your attention that he’d act all petty and crash all your apps so you’re forced to look him in the face.

has the most funniest fucking pet names for you i just KNOW IT HAHA like think shrek’s prince charming. i just know that when you call him from a different room he’d definitely say shit like “just a second honey kisses!” like HAHAH I CAN’T GET THIS OUT OF MY HEAD

DEFINITELY loves having you sit on his lap while he works. i just know this man is a thigh grabber.

he loves when you dress in sweater vests, preferably in brighter colors but it’s cute when you use more muted colors as well.

relating back to my first point, this man loves taking you to extravagant AND I MEAN extravagant dates. i imagine one of them would be getting the both of you a literal floating table in the red skies of hell so you can see the entire pentagram from where you dine. he would have the food freshly delivered from the finest chefs he knows but he also seems like the type who would forget your favorite food, then demand that the food switched out with a snap of his fingers.

i’m judging this purely off of ‘stayed gone’ but he has a TON of terrible jokes up his sleeves, and they border on dad jokes at this point. you simply roll your eyes and kiss him for being so silly.

i just know this man comes home to you and WHINES. like, no matter what it is, he’ll always have something to complain about from work and you’re happy to listen to him bitch and moan about the smallest things ever. he also lays down on your lap and you to rub his shoulders and console him, whatever it is. you know he appreciates it because he usually always responds with something along the lines of “you’re right, baby, i do push myself too hard!” and you coo at him while continuing to console him further.

VOX NSFW !

i know he definitely gets irritated when someone interrupts his work but would be so into having sex on the job, and even loves ignoring calls from the vees for you. but of course doing it one too many times has its consequences, and he laughs nervously the one time he backs out. i can just imagine him going, “oh, haha, uh—sorry baby, i uh—listen i know we usually—it’s—FUCK um—just—just five minutes okay baby?”

i know this man’s hickeys feel like tiny zaps on your skin, and the marks reflect that instead of bruises

regarding the ‘sitting on his lap’ thing … you tried riding his thigh once and he DID NOT like that. seconds after you were sitting on his cock, crying his name from how he was just pumping into you mercilessly.

“still wanna tease me on my own fucking thigh, sweetie?” he clicks his tongue and grunts right after, his hands on your waist was enough to leave bruises.

that being said, he makes sure valentino never catches sight of you. the things you do to this man is beyond anything he could have thought and somehow, he feels uneasy at the fact that the way you have sex with him was DEFINITELY porn worthy and the thought of you being on camera in that way makes him want to wrap all of himself around you like a blanket to cover you from all of hell.

LUCIFER.

ironically, this man does NOT give you the world. instead, he gives you casual nights out turned into nights where you share all your secrets with him, and he tells you everything might not be okay now, or ever, but whatever it is, he’ll be right there with you. think going to your favorite diners, cruising and carpooling along the quieter side of hell, screaming at the top of your lungs. this man is all about authenticity. he wants the bond, not the experience.

that doesn’t mean he doesn’t spoil you every now and then—he definitely does research on the best bars in the ring and takes you out every month during your monthsaries and gets you at least 10 different gifts—half of which are little trinkets you and him picked up from your little adventures together.

unironically so fucking good at picking out jewelry for you. you don’t know how he does it, but every time you both visit a jewelry store, you always pick out necklaces and rings and he always comes to you with pieces that just look way more stunning on you. he always insists on being the one to slip the rings onto your fingers or chain the necklaces at the back of your neck, and he always flies up to do it.

he sometimes visits you as a bird and flies through your window. you like stroking his little cheek and it always causes him to transform suddenly which catches you off guard, and he uses this opportunity to kiss you.

he makes rubber duckies modeled after you!! all of them have different outfits from all the times you spend together.

forehead touches. so important for him, he does it so often and it’s nothing short of endearing.

this man COOKS and he COOKS WELL. every now and then when you both stay home he always whips up five-star restaurant grade steak for you, same goes for his carbonara, fish and chips, ramen, fried rice, stew—whatever it is, he loves making it with his own two hands and loves cooking for you.

lucifer makes his own clothes seeing as his hat has a gold snake and an apple on it which only really related to him, and he also has a unique circus vibe to his clothing. he made his clothes out of magic but after meeting you he wanted to get into sewing to make you something from scratch.

LUCIFER NSFW !

i absolutely agree with a lot of lucifer stans on him being a definite switch BUT i just know that if this man tops, he tops HARD. i mean, we’re talking about the angel who successfully seduced not just the FIRST WOMAN to ever exist, but the SECOND TOO. WHILE SHE WAS LOYAL TO ADAM. I FEEL LIKE THAT SPEAKS FOR ITSELF

he’d definitely do a multitude of things while trying out a few kinks to see just what kind of top flusters you. if you like service tops, he found out when he insisted on fingering you right after he’d brought you to orgasm with his tongue. dominant top? he found out when he crawled on top of you and said, “take it off for me, lovely.” all while leaving a trail of hickeys all from your jaw all the way down to your collarbone. the list goes on.

no matter if he tops or bottoms, this man begs, and its especially orgasm-worthy when he does it as a bottom. you’re riding him to your own climax and he’s close too and he goes, “ohhh god fuck please let me cum honey—let me cum please fuck! can i cum can i cum my love? i won’t until you say so oh fuck please baby—”

he knows when you’re pent up. apparently you give of a certain set of cues through body language only he sees and he’s observed it from you in all sorts of situations; going out with friends, sitting in bed with a book, tapping a pencil to your lip—it doesn’t matter what you’re doing. he can tell. and he never tells you how.

seeing as he usually has to fly up to kiss you on the lips, he takes every opportunity he has in bed just to kiss you. he could be going so damn rough on you that the neighbors can hear and he’d still be making out with you so damn hard.

definitely prides himself on cunnilingus. i know everyone mentions this because of the v he made to his lips but it just makes sense for him to do that if he’s good at it! he becomes a grunting, begging, whimpering mess when you suck him off but when he eats you out? you compare it to how restaurants have a signature dish—lucifer’s is whatever miracles he can perform with his tongue.

ALASTOR.

i think this is obvious because he literally hosts possibly the most famous radio broadcast in the entire ring, but this man has a way with words.

“to put it simply my dear, i just never thought the stars could walk on dirty streets, let alone ones that belong in hell,” he sighs with an almost dreamy tone to it as he rested chin on his knuckles, leaning closer to you from the other side of the table with his elbow propped up on it. “but it seems you’re living proof of that.”

you took that as his way of explaining his aromanticism and asexuality to you, even if he isn’t fully aware of those terms yet.

“how did a lovely thing like you end up with a gruesome animal such as myself?”

nonetheless, you and him are partners and he owns it, even if he’ll never admit that it is daunting for someone who has never felt this way about anyone else before. someone who has never liked anyone romantically before. he owns it because he doesn’t want the one person he’s ever loved to slip from his grasp. not when he was just so used to getting what he wants using his own bare hands.

seeing as he is aroace, he doesn’t kiss you directly on the lips but hugs you all the time and maybe kisses cheek-to-cheek.

he listens to your gossip and even arranges dates for you both to properly get together and just dish. he gossips back sometimes too, but not too much as he feels like that would be like treating you like the other friends he has. he’d rather spend this time he has with you focusing on, well, you, not other people’s foolish mistakes. but he sees how excited you are to tell him these things sometimes so, he listens still.

regularly slow dances with you, especially to old romantic songs the both of you like. it’s one of the rare times physical contact doesn’t feel foreign to him as he’s danced with many women, and he actually finds it endearing when you press your head on his chest. it shows that you feel safe around him, and that’s the best thing that could happen for him when you’re dating one of the most feared and powerful overlords in hell.

always does house chores with you even though he could use his powers to just speed up the process. something about cleaning up together just feels so intimate to him compared to physical touch.

ALASTOR NSFW !

he hates being touched, no question about that—but he also doesn’t like to see you pent up. he understands that everyone has their own desires, however filthy they might be—but your own are as good as sacred. you’re the one thing he treasures beyond all others and just as you can’t change the fact that he’s aroace, he can’t change the fact that you have needs.

so he comes up with something just for you; he asks if it would help if he talked you through it. praising or degrading you, whichever you prefer. telling you how much he misses having your hands on his, feeling you close to him. when he says this, he imagines you both dancing as you usually do, but of course, as you masturbate, you’re thinking of something else. this happens when he’s not in the room but he leaves his mic behind to act as a phone for the both of you.

“are you close, love? will you finish for me?” “y-yes …” “good girl.”

i imagine after a while of being with him, he would have seen you naked a few times on accident but he brushes it off well because there’s never anything sexual tied to it. so, when he is in the room while you get off, he’d use his powers to have a glowing green chain around your neck as he pulls your face closer to his.

“do you like it when i do this to you, hm? tell me just how much you relish being my good girl.”

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banggyu0308 · 10 months

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genre: internet strangers to lovers, idol au, smut

warnings: nsfw under the cut, not very coherent, slutty yeonjun, dom!yeonjun, sexting, choking kink, pet names (baby), praise, drinking (they don't get THAT drunk, alright guys?), one night stand-ish, degradation, unprotected sex, breeding kink, handholding, cursing, dacryphilia, yeonjun lurks on social media TT, reader is bold ASF, not proofread

wc: 2.5k+

an: tysm for the username help @itgirlgyu TT + this is just for the delulus + @beomsl MEL YOU REMEMBER WHEN WE TALKED ABT PART OF THIS???? + i might title this later but who knows!!

taglist: @full-sunnies , @agustdiv1ne

yeonjun who likes to wear his tank tops to show off, loves heading onto moa twitter and tumblr after lives just to see the fandom having a meltdown... especially hard stan social media, watching all the comments and photos of himself show up. he likes being in control like this, having the power to make everyone else go crazy just by wearing something else that day.

he scrolls and scrolls and one specific post pops up, it's community labeled and when he clicks 'keep reading', he can see why; pretty tits on display from the original poster, comments in the tags all about how she's all his, and he's not very surprised to feel himself growing hard in his pants. yeonjun eyes the username, ready to click the blue-fonted 'follow' button, but it's already gone, and his eyes widen to see that it's an account he's been following and interacting with for a while. that fact only makes it better, and he's clicking to his chat with you before he can even think it through what he's about to do.

yawnchoi you look really pretty in that new post...

yn what can i say? yeonjun brings out a special part of me 😭

yawnchoi im very sure he feels the exact same

yn in my dreams 😭 don't fuel my deluluness

yawnchoi i'm being very serious right now

yn mhm mhm sureeee and how would YOU know? 😑

yawnchoi ajksdbwsjdhbw maybe this wasn't a good idea

yn WHAT wasn't a good idea, hm? 🤨

yawnchoi baby all i'm trying to do is figure out how to word that i'm yeonjun 😭

yn i do not believe you for one moment

yawnchoi i'll send a pic that i would never, ever post and you can even reverse image search it or whatever or i could send a video, im not messing around baby

yn go ahead then ;-;

yawnchoi [sent a photo]

yn alright so yeonjun would definitely never post a photo of him in his boxers in bed so imma need that video 🙏

yawnchoi [sent a video]

yn oh. oh holy shit choi yeonjun has seen my tits- NOT ONLY HAS HE SEEN MY TITS HE LIKES THEM- one sec imma need to process haha im totally not hyperventilating haha

yn alright im back hi haha

yawnchoi helloooo 👋

yn wow. alright. so. uh. how do i ask this- you wanna see more tit pics?

yawnchoi THAT WAS SO BOLD HELP ME- but yes pleaseeee

yn [sent a photo]

yawnchoi oh baby- holy shit you're so pretty 🥺

yn thanks jjunie kwsnbdwjkd im still like- going crazy rn yawnchoi thats cute baby :((

yn wjhbswhjdhj so- since you've seen my tits i wanna see you again :(( preferably your dick but haha

yawnchoi yeah? pretty baby wants to see my dick?

yn kjwbshwjdbhe yes please?

yawnchoi asking so nicely... alright baby~ [sent a photo]

yn oh 😳 oh fuck alright sjbdsewjh wanna touch :((

yawnchoi me or yourself, baby?

yn well, both, but only one can happen, right? so me-

yawnchoi go ahead, can i see? yn alright 😳 [sent a video]

yawnchoi baby's so pretty :(( wanna see you cum for me <3

yn [sent a video] would be better if you were here :( want you to touch me so bad wjbwjhdbe

yawnchoi can fly you into korea if you want...

yn YOU'RE KISSING *KIDDING

yawnchoi i'm notttttttt dekjbdekj pretty cunt's got me all horny :((

yn i don't even care if it's a one night stand choi fucking yeonjun's gonna fly me out to korea to fuck me heck yeah

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and he does. books a flight last minute for the next day, from your country to seoul, puts on a pair of sunglasses and his least conspicuous outfit, and drives to the airport. he isn't THAT nervous- it's not like he thinks you're gonna murder him.

and when you walk out of the airport building with nothing but a backpack with you, looking around and waving slightly when you see him, his heart quickens just a little. (and NOT just because he's seen you naked).

you decide to sit in the back of his car for no reason other than you want to, and maybe a little bit because you can't exactly handle looking at him straight on quite yet.

to your surprise, there's no awkward small talk, just him getting straight to the point and saying all the members are out of the dorm currently, but, ever the gentleman, he says since you flew a long way, you can sleep a little bit first and he won't bother you.

your whole body is on alert and you find yourself thinking that there's no way you'd be able to sleep now. it's one thing to sext someone knowing they're an idol- another to actually be in the car with them, on your way to where they live, and knowing you're going to actually fuck them.

yeonjun politely takes your bag when you get out of the car, and when his fingers wrap around the strap, his hand brushes yours slightly. you internally feel like you might faint- you hadn't actually prepared yourself for this, and now he was touching you and he feels real and you knew he was real but now it just feels extra.

holding your bag, he opens the door to the dorm, leading you in before following, taking you into his room and placing your bag down on the floor next to his bed. every single action that takes him closer to you makes your face grow hot, the bed dipping slightly under your weight when you sit down. the sheets are soft, but your mind barely registers it, focusing instead on the fact that you are in yeonjun's bed.

he opens his mouth to say something, and you panic, cutting him off quickly with a wry grin and a statement. "i might need some alcohol in my system before we do anything else."

yeonjun raises his eyebrows in the slightest, a little surprised, but he also gets it. he's pretty sure both his body and his mind want you way too much right now, but he's so nervous he might not do anything. his hands are twisted in his lap and he quickly realizes and sits on them instead before standing.

he leads you to the kitchen, getting himself a can of beer and letting you pour yourself a couple shots of vodka. you know your limits- it's just enough for you to get a little tipsy and stop overthinking everything.

knocking one back, you enjoy the burn in your throat before taking the second. the slight buzz under your skin makes you smile slightly, leaning against the counter while he takes long sips of his own drink. it's obvious he wants this to pick up, so you busy yourself messing with his shirt just a little while he drinks. you slip your fingers under his sleeve, mindlessly rubbing your fingertips back and forth over his skin. you can tell he remembered your comments the previous day about his arms, basing his outfit around that.

he has another tank top on today, arms flexing when he brings the can to his lips to take another sip, and you move your hands a little farther down to rest on his chest. this time, when he lowers the can, his lips are a little wet from the drink and you can't help but press a messy kiss to them, licking the liquid off. yeonjun lets out a slight hiss when your tongues meet, left hand reaching behind him to place the can on the counter.

the alcohol must really be working already because you're both stumbling to his room, messily tugging each other's clothes off, and yeonjun leaves a line of wet hickeys up your neck. each and every touch of his skin on yours makes you feel fire burn a trail across your body, but it's in a way that makes you almost absolutely sure that it's not just because he's one of your celebrity crushes, or because you're a little drunk.

yeonjun's movements are so rushed that in seconds he's on top of you, his own shirt off, pants quick to follow once you tug at them. your hands find way to his newly-lightened hair when his lips and tongue meet yours again, a different kind of intoxication weaving itself up and over each of your limbs, the kind of intoxication that makes you want to live and breathe this man.

"want you," he whispers, cheeks pink from the alcohol, his eyes slightly glazed when he looks into yours, and the way he says it makes your cheeks grow hot again.

"go ahead then, 'm all yours," you exhale in response, trying to ignore the way your heart twinges at your own words. this is just a one time thing, you have to remind yourself.

but yeonjun's eyes light up and he presses another kiss to your lower lip, one hand moving between your legs to part them. his eyes lower to your cunt, and you can feel the way your underwear are sticking to your pussy. you'd chosen to wear white underwear today and you're pretty sure they're see-through by now, drenched completely from all the feelings yeonjun's touch is sending through you.

"all mine?" yeonjun mumbles, eyes wide. and when you nod, he smirks slightly. "love your cunt so much, i might just take you right now." your own eyes widen and yeonjun can feel your breath hitch. "but you'd like that, wouldn't you? pretty slut would love her jjunie taking her raw, would love to have me cum inside..."

you suck in a breath through your teeth at his words, nodding quickly, spread out on the bed beneath him. your mouth tastes like alcohol and yeonjun, and your brain tries to forget how he so flippantly called himself your jjunie.

"jjun, just, just fuck me, please?" you whimper out when he rubs a fingertip over your clothed cunt.

"baby asked so nicely, might as well give her what she wants," he coos, tugging off his boxers only once he slides your underwear down your legs. "promise you'll let me taste you next time?"

you nod, too distracted by the fact that he's already planning a 'next time' in his head to realize that he wants to eat you out, but by the time you understand, he has the tip of his cock pressed to your entrance, other hand holding yours as he slowly pushes in. the gesture feels sweet, romantic even, and you let your eyes fall shut when he pauses his movements.

yeonjun's body is pressed flush to yours in a way that allows him to brush his fingers over your neck, skin smooth against you. his hand wraps loosely around your neck and his breath is hot on your cheek when he whispers, "is this okay?"

you nod once more, only because the combination of the alcohol and his body on you is making your brain so fuzzy you can't think clear enough to speak. yeonjun hums lightly and experiments with his grip, making you gasp a little when he also hits your g-spot. he lets out a hiss when your already-tight walls tighten further around him.

he'd had a feeling that you'd feel like heaven around him, just because of the fact you had stated you were only able to fit two fingers inside yourself, but he had obviously underestimated all the sensations that were going to overwhelm him like they are now. every movement of his hips towards yours makes him fight to control the tremble of his body. your hand is linked with the one he doesn't have around your neck and every time he buries himself completely inside you, your hand tightens just a little around his.

he's losing himself just a little, hand still laced with yours, pace quickening until jolty, broken, high pitched moans are the only sound leaving you. yeonjun can't help but smirk at that, hoisting one leg over his shoulder. "fucking pussy is so perfect, almost like it's made for me, taking me so well... might just keep you here, my personal little cumslut, could bring you on tour with us, fuck you every night in the hotel room, how'd you like that, hm?"

his rhythm is so brutal you're choking on your words by now, broken sobs slipping through your parted lips, tears filling your waterline and then slipping down your cheeks, mixing with the slight mascara you'd put on this morning and making your face a mess. yeonjun likes it too, the way he's so easily able to get you like this, just a few words from his lips and you're crying.

he can't help but tell you this with a mocking pout on his lips that turns into yet another smirk, chuckling when all you can do is whimper incoherently. yeonjun kisses you gentle enough to make up for his harsh words though, he's only trying to make you feel good, and he knows you like it when he talks down to you.

one hand still around your neck, the other moves from your hand to your waist, and he's only fucking into you harder when you whine out that you're close. his lips catch yours again when you gasp out his name, gummy walls fluttering around his dick as your whole body shakes from the force of your orgasm, yeonjun's fingertip rubbing at your clit making you convulse under him.

yeonjun bites back a little moan and lowers his lips to your ear again. "can i cum in you, baby? let me make you mine?"

you can't tell if he's just saying it in the heat of the moment, but you nod, wanting nothing more than to feel him inside you.

he bites his lip slightly, only losing control completely when you lick up the side of his neck and bite a splotchy hickey onto his neck. his warm cum fills you as he mumbles out a string of curses mixed with your name against your neck.

yeonjun practically collapses on you once he pulls out but lets himself take a second to marvel at how pretty you look right now, mascara leaking down your cheeks and neck, his cum and yours leaking from your swollen, abused cunt.

you let him wrap his arms around your form, cheek against his chest, both your bodies hot and sweaty, his bangs plastered to his forehead. there's a question on the tip of your tongue but he answers it for you, mumbling in your ear, "will you stay? for longer than just today?" yeonjun pauses slightly, then continues. "i'm not sure if i want you to be just one time. i know that this part of our relationship is new but we've been talking for so long and yeah, i don't want you to go back home and for this never to happen again."

you purse your lips, alcohol fogging up your brain and making you a little too sleepy to respond. "we'll talk tomorrow, hm? it's late and i had a long flight and i'm tired, jjunie..."

he nods slightly, running a hand through his hair, and presses a kiss to your forehead. "goodnight, yn."

"night night, yeonjun," you exhale.

you're almost half asleep when you hear him whisper, "the others'll be home soon, if they see us like this, i'm blaming you..."

#ada speaks :)#adas hard hours #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #txt smut #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard thoughts #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun fic #txt fic #txt x reader #yeonjun x reader #this yeonjun reminds me of yeonjun in one of my fics and i LOVE it #may add this to the list of things to write part 2's too #not my fav endings but i had to #its IMPORTANT

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summary: picking up your boyfriend jake and his drunk friends after a wild night out leads to an even wilder drive home.

pairing: jake seresin x girlfriend!reader

word count: 1.4k

warnings: allusions to smut, swearing, mentions of alcohol, mentions of having kids and soulja boy

s[creaming] at this gif also???!!! he is so gorg

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“BAAAAABYYYYY!” Jake whines, flopping into the passenger side of your car, “You came!”

You check your rear view mirror to see Rooster, Bob and Coyote filing into the backseats. Bob is squeezed in between Bradley and Javy but he seems content enough.

Jake plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek and you smile, he’s still a charmer even when he’s drunk.

“Of course I came darling.”

You can hear the boys snickering in the back and Javy snorts,

“Came!”

Him and Bradley burst into laughter whilst Bob tries to shush them with an apologetic look on his face. You can hear Jake giggling in the seat next to you as well.

Just as you begin to pull out of the spot you had parked in Bradley gasps loudly. You stall the car, worried something bad has happened before he speaks up,

“Guys… has anyone seen my sunglasses?”

You sigh looking back at him, obviously they’re on his head.

The boys are giggling again and Javy reaches across Bob to swat Bradley’s sunglasses down so they rest on his nose.

“Thanks Baby.”

Javy turns his nose up slightly but it makes you sniff with a laugh. You continue pulling out of the parking spot and start the drive back to Javy’s who lives closest to the bar. It’s still a good 30 minute drive from downtown San Diego back to Fightertown. The boys are chattering away absentmindedly in the back and you can feel Jake’s gaze on your profile.

“You look so beautiful right now.” Jake simpers.

You scoff, you’re wearing one of Jake’s large t-shirts and a pair of leopard print pyjama shorts. All paired with mismatching thick socks peaking out from your beaten up converse. It was late when Jake called.

Bradley and Javy make fake gaging noises at Jake’s expense but Bob leans forward, elbows on his knees propping up his face.

“Gross you’re like literally our parents, do you mind?” Bradley points out.

Bob counters Bradley, “Surely if they’re our parents you’d want them to love each other, right?”

Javy contemplates for a second, “Deep Bro.”

“Yeah but I don’t want to think about them fucking!” Bradley exclaims.

The car goes mostly silent and you try to muffle your giggles.

“Literally who said anything about that?” Bob laughs at Bradley.

Jake cackles and reaches over to grasp your hand nearest to him. He kisses your knuckles.

“Mon amour.” He wiggles his eyebrows, egging another round of wretches from the boys in the back.

You play into his game and wink, “Lover boy.”

“It’s just like damn why rub it in our faces, you’re in love we get it?” Bradley grumbles once again.

You finally pipe up, confused at Bradley’s seemingly annoyed demeanour, “Brad, who pissed in your beer?”

Jake, Javy and Bob all share a knowing look with growing smirks on their faces. Your curiosity grows, they don’t say a word. Clearly they’re exchanging words with their eyes, silently contemplating whether you’re allowed to be let onto whatever had occurred earlier on in the night.

“uhgirlthrewadrinkinmyface.” Rooster mumbled as quickly as he could

“What?” You strain.

“Some girl threw a drink in Rooster’s face!” Javy chuckles from behind you.

“Bradley! Why?” You feel slightly like a scolding mother so you try and neutralise your tone.

“What did you do?”

It doesn’t necessarily work.

“I just want to say before you find out, that I love women and I would never disrespect them, you know my mother raised me better-”

“He told some girl she had nice jugs!” Jake splutters out, clearly amused by Bradley’s misfortune.

You’re in slight disbelief, not believing Bradley would say such a thing when Bob jumps into his defence,

“Okay, that’s not what he said. He asked her where she got those jugs from, in reference to the sick beer tankards she was holding.”

You cant help but laugh at Bradley’s slip of tongue,

“God you’re such an idiot.”

You can feel the back of your chair shaking from how hard Javy is laughing. Bradley pipes up, still riding a wave of anger and embarrassment,

“Javy, I don’t know why your laughing when you almost decapitated some college students whilst dancing to soulja boy.”

Javy immediately silences himself whilst everyone around him begins to snort.

“It’s okay babe, we all get carried away sometimes.” You smile.

Javy sticks his tongue out at Bradley in retaliation and Bradley fires back with a middle finger, Bob looks mildly distressed to be stuck in the cross fire.

“Play nice boys!” You really did feel like their mother.

Jake had been silently watching you handle all his friends and their petty drama, it warmed his heart and hardened his dick to see you so caring for him and the people he loved. There was no doubt in his mind that you would actually be parents together some day. You and Jake had talked about having kids in length and both decided it was something that you wanted, maybe Jake more than you in this current moment. You finally turn slightly to check on Jake, he’s staring at you with a look you know all to well. You just hope he can keep his mouth shut for the next ten minutes whilst you drop the boys off.

Jake’s strong hand slithers onto your thigh, it’s comforting but you know he has slightly malicious intent. You give him a warning look that does nothing of the sort.

Javy is humming along to the radio behind you, Marvin Gaye is playing and Bradley joins in murmuring the lyrics. Bob finally relents, nodding his head to the beat. The sight is sweet, like a kind of tragic musical trio at a distant relatives wedding.

You’re pulling up to Javy’s house as the song ends, and he lets himself out of the car.

“Bye guys!” He still has far too much energy, “And thank you for the ride, angel!”

The boys yell their goodbyes and you tell Javy it’s no worries, because it isn’t.

Bradley’s place is only five minutes from Javy’s and he’s already dozing off on Bob’s shoulder. “Light” snores already coming from his mouth. You watch as Jake reaches behind his seat to pinch Bradley’s nostrils together, before he can you slap his hand away.

“Ow!”

At the exclamation, Bradley jolts awakes, knocking Bob’s glasses up slightly as he goes.

“We’re almost at yours, Brad.” You smile at his sleepy face.

He yawns as he tries to speak, “P- perfect.”

Bradley finally stumbles out of your car as you pull up outside of his house. He walks round to your rolled down window and gives you a slimy kiss on the cheek.

“Thanks darlin.”

You smile at his sweet gesture but wipe at the wet mark on your cheek once he’s out of sight. Jake is grumbling about his lack of thanks and you roll your eyes, placing your hand on his thigh to calm him.

“Can we fuck now?” Jake whines, his green eyes staring pleadingly at you.

Your eyes widen as your hear Bob splutter, still perched in the back seat.

“Shit sorry Bobby, forgot you were still here.” Jake winks back at his friend. “You know how it is.”

You look back apologetically at Bob, who’s cheeks are thoroughly rouged.

“I can walk back?” Bob questions.

“Yes.” “No!”

“Jake!”

“What! He offered.” Jake states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“You are not walking Bob! It’s less than a five minute drive.”

“I wouldn’t want to impose.” Bob shrugs sweetly.

“He doesn’t want to impose Baby!”

You roll your eyes, not dignifying Jake with a response and continue your drive. Jake is singing happily along to the radio, now playing an old Rick James song.

“Thank you for picking us all up,” Bob smiles as you begin to slow the car in front of his house.

You smile back, still bashful of Jake’s comment, “It’s no problem really.”

“But please don’t fuck in your car outside my house.” Bob chuckles and walking away.

Jake rolls down his window and shouts out, “No promises!”

You can only hope Bob’s neighbours are asleep.

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a/n: JAKEY AND HIS GF MY LOVES, this could be seen as more jake x penny’s niece!reader but also separately :0

hope everyone loves, i’m planning smth longer w bob but i’ve also had this bradley request in my drafts for weeks so hopefully i can finish that soon 😫

pls reblog, comment or send me and ask and tell me what you think !!!

requests are open!!

thank u for readinggg :)

- honey <333

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seospicybin · 2 months

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TOO HOT TO HANDLE.

PART III

I.N x reader. (s)

Too Hot To Handle Masterlist

Synopsis: You and Jeongin become contestants in a reality dating show, Too Hot To Handle. (17,7k words)

Author's note: 7/8 completed! Let me know if you enjoyed it and I'd appreciate it if you guys leave a feedback x

The sun feels hot on your skin even though it's only ten in the morning.

You stay cool by soaking yourself in the swimming pool with Jeongin next to you, you're facing the sea view from the edge of the pool while Jeongin faces the other way. You put your hand on his stomach, running your wet hand down his abs and it slips down to the waistband of his swimming trunks. Mischievous, you pull it open and peek inside.

Jeongin pushes his sunglasses down his nose to look at you.

"Lana didn't say we couldn't look," you say, slyly smiling as you look back to see the view.

"Are you happy with what you saw?" He asks, pushing the sunglasses higher on the bridge of her nose.

"Mmh, yeah," you answer with a low giggle.

Jeongin repeatedly nods, "All right."

You turn to face him and cling to his side, your hand splashes water on the muscles on his abdomen, then lean close to his ear.

"Happy with what I felt," you whisper.

Last night, things happened.

You both wanted it and decided to just do it, kissing each other while trying not to get caught while everyone else was sleeping in the room.

In the heat of the moment, your hand went inside his boxer and without thinking, you wrapped your hand around his semi-hard cock. Maybe it's curiosity, you often wonder about his size and you went to find out, feeling every inch of that glorious thing with your hand.

If it wasn't him pulling your hand out, you would have continued stroking it and more things could have happened. Jeongin even took a serious precaution by keeping your hands down the whole night.

"Oh, wait. That was in my dreams," you playfully add with a low laugh.

Jeongin quietly chuckles next to you, putting his arm around you and resting his hand on the small of your back.

"Yeah, that wasn't real. That didn't happen," He jokingly says.

YOU: I just wanted to say hello so I was just, like... waving back down there [laughs]

Nearing the middle of the day, it gets too hot to stay in the pool and you both decide to get inside.

Jeongin dries himself and puts on swimming trunks, joining you in the dressing room to borrow your hairdryer for his hair.

In the middle of drying his hair, you come out of the changing room dressed in a pair of red bikini. You walk to the full-length mirror to see yourself and then come up to him.

"Do I look good?" You ask.

He turns off the hairdryer to hear you better and puts it down. He takes a look at you and regardless of what you're wearing, you look attractive to him, both sexually and non-sexually.

"Good," he replies, keeping the rest of the answer to him.

You keep fixing your strapless bikini top, looking uncomfortable wearing and he sees that it keeps

"It keeps riding up," you mumble as you keep pulling it down and pushing your breasts to the middle to make them stay but failing.

"If it's uncomfortable, maybe you should change into a different one," he suggests.

Without saying anything, you open your closet and ask for his opinions on which bikini you should wear from the ones you packed with you to the retreat.

"This one or this one?" You show him two options, a white one-piece or brown two-piece bikini.

Jeongin thinks for a second and points at the one on your left hand.

"Okay," you put the other one back into the closet and head for the changing room.

While he waits for you, he fixes his hair in front of the mirror and brushes it with his fingers to tidy it. Not long after, he sees you coming to his side while tying the straps on your back.

"So, how do we feel?" You ask for his opinion again.

Jeongin has to step away and lean against the vanity table to look at you, the bikini is so small that it only covers the private bits and the straps are so thin that he believes he can snap it off.

But he likes what he sees, his eyes traveling down your body as lust grows the more he sees of you.

"I like it," he simply comments.

You check yourself one more time in the mirror then come up to him, smiling as you slip your arms under and around him.

Jeongin wastes no time putting his arms around you too, he watches his hand touch your warm skin and trail down the back of your body on the mirror. He resists the urge to go lower to fondle your ass cheeks by keeping his hands on your hips.

He fiddles with the thin strap of your bikini and tugs at it, "This is not a bikini. This is just a piece of string," he jokingly says.

Your body quakes as you let out a laugh and look up at him, giving him the eyes that weaken him, "I want a kiss," you say.

He brings one hand to the nape of your neck and gently scratches the tendrils of hair there with his fingers, "We can't," he reminds you.

You softly kiss his jaw and bob your head as you say, "Uh-huh, yes, we can."

Jeongin knows that he should get out of this situation but you have him caged between your arms and putting him under your spell with your enchanting eyes that longingly stare into his eyes.

"We broke the rules last night," he tries to put some sense into you.

"And it wouldn't make any difference if we break another one," You casually say with a smirk on your face.

He lets out a sigh with his head thrown to the back, a part of him wants to stay good but another part of him just wants to ruin you, and he's afraid, the latter part is the most dominant.

You tilt your head to the side and kiss his neck, you continue the trail of kisses to his jaw. You take your hand from around his waist to grab his chin and tilt it down so you can lean in and capture his lips in yours.

Too good. You're just too good at this that Jeongin stops resisting and lets himself loose. You triumphantly smile against his lips as he kisses you back.

He tightens the hold around you, drawing you impossibly close to him, and lets his hand drop to your ass cheek, have himself a squeeze at it.

Gosh, it feels so good to have his desires fulfilled!

After a while, you pull away just a little, tugging his lower lip between your teeth and playfully pull at it. Knowing that you successfully make him fold, you slyly smile in satisfaction at him, and then you start giggling as he's still reeling himself back from the kiss.

"Oh, you're going to be the death of me," he says, allowing himself to place a peck on your lips for the last time.

To avoid temptations to kiss you again, he then turns you around but keeps you close to him, he's liking what he sees in the mirror of him hugging you from the back.

It's in a time like this that he can't believe he gets to be with you, the finest girl in the retreat.

You turn his head to the side and lean in again but this time, Jeongin is quick enough to dodge away.

"No, no, no," he repeatedly says, successfully avoiding danger for this once.

You're laughing as he crosses your hands together in front of your chest and keeps them there, making you unable to move.

"Let's go. It's getting dangerous in here," he says, not waiting for your answer but dragging himself out of there with you.

JEONGIN: Lana, I'd appreciate it if you keep it as a secret [chuckles]

The girls are heading out of the villa for a workshop at the beach which leaves the boys unsupervised. It's a good thing for Jeongin because he wouldn't have to worry about being tempted to break rules with you but he doesn't quite enjoy either the childish conversation or immature act that is going to ensue soon.

"Is it healthy for us to not, like, getting it out for... how long now?" Damon turns his head for someone to finish his sentence.

"Two weeks or more," Kurt mindlessly answers, losing track of time in this retreat.

"Every morning, I wake up shivering, my body needs sex," Damon says, wiping the sheen of sweat on his forehead with a towel.

"I don't think that's how..." Lou sighs, giving up on finishing his words and scratching his head in confusion instead.

The others are laughing at him and Jeongin only joins in on the laughter to be a part of the conversation. The next thing he knows, it turns into a whole session of learning how to do strip dance from Mick while Jeongin watching them on the sideline with Keith.

The whole day, Jeongin is counting down the time that Lana will finally reveal his indiscretions.

His previous strategy of telling everyone in advance about his rule break may have worked but it's definitely not going to work this time, not when he broke so many rules in one day.

"Hey, man," Lou beams.

Jeongin is deep in thought when he enters the bathroom, it takes him a moment to reply to him, "Hey."

Lou chuckles at the way he catches him thinking out loud, "You good?"

He sheepishly smiles at him and brushes his hair as he sits on the edge of the tub, "Not really."

Lou lets out another chuckle while spraying some hairspray into his hair in front of the bathroom mirror, "What’s going on?"

Jeongin is torn whether to tell him or not but out of the boys, Lou is the one he can talk about it with so he decides to tell him.

"Basically, last night, we kissed under the covers and then another thing happened," he blurts out everything in one sentence.

Lou stops moving and turns around to face him, "Bro, you what?"

Looking at Lou's reaction makes Jeongin hesitate to tell him the rest of it but since half of it is already out, he may as well.

"And we kissed again this morning," he blurts again.

Lou chuckles but in a mix of shock and awe, he has nothing to say but put the can of hairspray away.

"First of all, everyone is going to be so pissed," he says.

Jeongin doesn't need the reminder of that but... "Yeah, I know," he meekly says.

Then Lou sucks air through his teeth, looking as distressed as him after gaining the information, "I am still new here so I can't say much about the money," he says.

Jeongin nods at that, understanding that he's not yet fully grasped the whole idea of the retreat.

"But as someone who entered the retreat a bit late, it was hard to catch up to you guys. I mean, it's still impossible for me to grow a connection with someone without being physical," he explains.

And Jeongin should understand you too.

He always thought that you were the one who kept tempting him to rule break when in fact, it's not. You both wanted it, therefore the two of you are responsible for it.

"Please don't tell anyone though," Jeongin adds

"I got you. Don't worry," Lou coyly says, then continues styling his hair.

Telling someone about it makes him feel a bit lighter but he's dreading it still and at the same time, he wants to get it over with.

JEONGIN: To be honest, I don't regret any of it, like, I know I like her better now.

The cone chimes at the same time you're about to leave the dressing room. You stop moving and breathing altogether to hear what Lana has to say.

"Please gather the rest of the guests in the cabana immediately."

"Oh, snap!" Francoise gasps and next to her, Bianca is too focused on putting on her a fake eyelash to care.

Without waiting for the others, you head out of the villa and quietly mutter curses to yourself. The dirty little secret you have with Jeongin is going to catch everyone off guard and you don't have time to find him to discuss the game plan.

"Holy shit," you continuously mutter as you head to the cabana.

Thankfully, Jeongin is already there when you get to the cabana, you waste no time but sit next to him and hold his hand.

You smile at him as you fix the collar of his shirt, "You look good, babe."

He looks so nervous that he loses the radiance in his smile, you lean into his side to ask, "Are you nervous?"

He lets out a low sigh and stifles a nod, "Just a little."

But looking at his slightly clenched jaws and the knitted brows, it seems to you that he's not "just a little" nervous. You rub your hand up and down his arm and squeeze his hand to comfort him.

A while later, Lana chimes in and startles everyone, "Good evening."

"What's up, baby girl?" Courtney asks, being the only one with enthusiasm.

You have a little secret and it does make you anxious but you try to keep calm, if you are both nervous, it'll only make it obvious.

"I have some news," Lana informs.

"Okay, let's hear it," Mick says, looking hopeful that it's going to be good news.

"Last night, there was an incident of sexual contact," Lana reveals.

The sheer hope on Mick's face vanishes in a second and is replaced by a displeased one. He puts on his detective hat and does his job of taking the guilty ones out.

"Who is lying right now?"

You're so apprehensive as to what is about to come out of that little cone's mouth but the more you calm yourself, the more you can't contain your laugh, somehow the way you cope with anxiety is by laughing. You try to suppress it by putting your lips together into a line.

"Girl, you're smiling," Linda catches you being suspicious.

Oh, shit, you quietly curse to yourself again and since everyone is alarmed, you may as well confess everything.

"It was me and Jeongin, we kissed last night," you bravely spill everything.

"Oh, my God!" Courtney groans out loud, her enthusiasm surely has turned into disappointment right now.

"But Lana said sexual contact so...?" Linda cleverly points out.

You glance at Jeongin and he's looking terrified, you feel bad if you have to make him talk about it. You draw a deep breath and remind yourself to keep calm.

"I touched his willy and before more things could happen, he pulled my hand out," you explain as best as you could.

"What?" Linda is flabbergasted and disgusted at the same time.

"Oh, come on, guys. It's not a big deal," you try to lighten them up but it goes the wrong way.

"No, you're being selfish here," Mick argues.

"What she was trying to say is things could have gone worse if we didn't stop there," Jeongin finally comes to your aid and defends you.

"These multiple rule breaks have cost the group $20,000," Lana announces.

YOU: You can't get away with anything in here, eh?

You let out a sigh and stop talking because it's pointless to do so when they don't even want to hear you in the first place.

"We're sorry," Jeongin sincerely says but not pleased with how everyone is attacking you all at once.

Then Lana calls both of your names and your heart sinks, you know it's bad when she starts calling you by names.

"To show me you are committed to the process, I am putting you both to the ultimate test," Lana says.

The announcement gets greeted by a series of groans from everyone. Not going to lie, you're not good at tests and you fear that this time wouldn't be that different.

"In order to pass, you need to demonstrate self-control and show you can form a real emotional connection without breaking my rules," Lana continues.

Mick's hand flies to his forehead and slaps it hard, "Oh, no..."

"Therefore, you will spend the night alone in the private suite."

"There's no way. It's game over," Kurt remarks with a nervous smile.

You don't expect them to believe in you because honestly, you don't even believe yourself.

YOU: Lana, what is she thinking putting me and Jeongin in a room alone together?

It seems like Lana sets you and him up for failure and everyone has been anything but supportive.

Jeongin expects nothing less than that but now he has a reason to pass this test. He wants to prove them wrong.

"If you refrain from breaking the rules, I will put $20,000 back in the prize fund," Lana appeals.

Everyone instantly cheers at the mention of money and for a split second, forgets what he and you have to do to earn that.

"Just don't do anything. That's it," Keith makes it sound that simple.

Saying it easy but putting it into practice? Jeongin can't promise anyone anything but it gives him one more reason to pass the test.

"I have no faith in you two," Mick openly shares while rubbing his chin in doubt.

"Do you honestly believe you would be able to control yourself?" Courtney asks, representing everyone who doubts him and you.

He looks at you and you look back at him, trying to find the answer in each other but the silence that lasts for a few seconds is the answer to it.

"This is why we don't have faith in you," Courtney says.

"Just know that at the end of it, we'll be waiting for you," Lou says, reminding him that he has to think of the group too.

"We will not do anything," Jeongin promises but he hopes no one notices how his voice quivers at the end of the sentence.

"Please make your way to the suite," Lana orders.

JEONGIN: No one has any faith in us. Everyone is shitting it, myself included.

"Oh, my God. I think we're going to fail!"

That's the first thing you say when you enter the bedroom and see everything, the bed with rose petals on it, the scented candles being lit around the room, the various sex toys on one side of the bed, and a bowl of condoms on the other.

You get on the bed and crawl over to the other side to check the row of bottles, taking one to observe it.

"Natural lubricant," you read it out loud.

Then you pick the other one and read the label, "Massage oil."

Jeongin's mind is going places and it's hard not to think about sex when this room is designed for that. The worst part is you look so ravishing, lying on the bed in your white dress and seductively smiling at him.

He joins you on the bed and throws himself at you, making you both collapse onto the bed.

"It's so sexy, isn't it?" You say.

A moan slips out of your mouth as he kisses your neck, "You're sexy," he whispers.

You chuckle and put your legs around his legs, using them to draw him closer to you, "It's going to be a sexy night, yeah?"

Spotting the chilled wine in a bucket of ice, Jeongin collects it from the end of the bed and wastes no time to pop it open. You hold the champagne flutes as he fills it with the fizzy wine.

"To a sexy night?" You ask with your drink raised in the air.

"To a sexy night," he repeated your words and clinked his glass with yours.

You hold your glass close to your lips but your other hand is on his thigh, poking the skin exposed on his ripped jeans. You don't have to say anything, he can see what you're thinking at this moment just by looking at your eyes.

"I can't wait to see more of you tonight," you say with your teeth faintly biting your lower lip.

Jeongin only nods and fills his mouth with more wine to prevent himself from fueling your words.

"Can't wait to feel more of you too," you add, tugging at the hole in his jeans.

"$20,000 is a lot, you know," he says to remind you how much is at stake here.

"Yeah but I'm sure Lana takes credit cards," you jokingly say.

"$20,000 for a night? I think Lana overcharges us," Jeongin jokes back.

You put away your drink and get on his lap, sitting straddling him with your hands around his neck. You tilt his head upward to make him look at you.

"We should make the most of it then," you say then leans in for a kiss.

JEONGIN: [deeply sighs] It's going to be a long night.

So far so good.

As much as you want to rip his clothes off at any given moment, no rules have been broken. He's not the only one wanting to prove these people wrong, you try to behave as best as you can so you can show them that your connection is more than just physical.

Despite his physical is so... oh, he's just so perfect.

You're watching him standing against the sink with only a white towel wrapped around his waist, removing the rings cladding his slender fingers. You quietly admire his perfect figure of strong legs and muscular arms wrapped in milky skin that glows under the low light of the bathroom.

"Hurry! Get in the tub!" You tell him while banging the side of the tub with your wet hand.

He's chuckling hearing your impatient whine and continues fixing his hair even though it's pointless to do so. Your heart is pitter-pattering inside your chest as he makes his way to the tub.

He stops right in front of you and without warning, unties his towel and lets it drop onto the floor.

Your eyes dart at the thing hanging between his legs and you automatically scream at the sight of it, overwhelmed and in awe at the same time.

"Oh, my gosh!" You excitedly squeal.

You have touched it but seeing it is a whole different thing and you can't seem to stop looking at it until he gets into the water.

You carefully move inside the tub to sit on his lap, not wanting to let the water slosh out of the tub. You put your legs and arms around him, smiling as you feel him skin to skin.

He holds you close but keeping his hand not lower than the arch of your back, he stares back into your eyes as you look down into his.

He feels so warm and soft against you, you let your hand slide down his shoulder blade and feel his firm biceps but it's his fierce eyes that make you feel the slightest bit aroused.

"You are like chocolate Maltesers," you tell him.

The moment Jeongin smiles, all of his facial features soften and make him look cute, making you want to smooch his lips.

"Why is that?" He asks.

"I just want to put you in my mouth and let you melt on my tongue," you answer with a shy smile.

That answer amuses him so much that he lets out a laugh, he takes the strand of hair escaping your messy bun and endearingly tucks it behind your ear for you.

"How about me? If I were chocolate what would I be?" You ask, genuinely curious about his answer.

Jeongin licks his lips and it only makes them wetter, inviting you to kiss. You feel his knuckle lightly caressing the skin on your back as he reclines against the tub.

"If you weren't chocolate, I'd still eat you," he gives you an unexpected answer.

"Oh, I'd love for you to eat me," you tell him, melting into his hold and burying your face in his neck.

It doesn't take a genius to know that it's not the temperature that caused you to feel hot all over, it's him.

YOU: I want to pounce on him but I want to feel him out and see how far I can push him [smirks]

"Oh."

"Mmh..."

"Is this how we're going to do it?"

You make all those noises as he cuffs your hands together and puts them above your head, making you unable to move.

"Yes, 'cause you're a bad girl," he keeps pining your hands above your head, not letting it go.

"Mmh... okay," you delightfully sigh, not minding it at all.

Jeongin reaches for the tray of sex toys and picks one to use on you. He lays on his side and taunts you with the thing he holds in his hand.

"Try not to laugh," he dares you.

"Okay," you nod at him while keeping your hands above your head.

Jeongin takes a moment to adore you and your heavenly body. The matching silk underwear you're wearing does nothing but make his head close to short-circuit.

He uses the feather tickler he chose to touch you. He starts from your neck, running it down the column of your neck and down to your chest.

You let out low giggles as he drags it across your chest, you manage to maintain eye contact with him as he brings it down to your abdomen, tickling the sensitive skin around your belly button.

"Oh..." you breathlessly moan with your hips held mid-air.

Starting to enjoy what he's doing to you, Jeongin drags the tickler down your legs, slowly rubbing it up and down your inner thighs.

"Mmh..." you moan again with your chest heaving and your legs shut.

"What if I use my hands?" He asks.

"Mmh, yes, please," you eagerly answer, repeatedly bobbing your head at him.

Jeongin doesn't bother to put it back where it belongs, he throws it onto the floor and impatiently uses his hand to touch you.

"Ah..." you lowly gasp as he wraps his hand around your neck.

He intensely stares into your eyes as he swipes his thumb across your lips and pulls the lower lip down. He feels tempted to kiss you so he leans in and you reflexively close your eyes only for him to kiss you on your eyelid.

Before you can open your eyes, he kisses the other one and places another kiss on the skin behind your ear, making you softly gasp again.

As he keeps kissing your neck, his hand continues its exploration down the curves of your body and eventually lands on your thighs.

He touches you there, caressing the skin with his knuckle, and drags it close enough to where you want him the most, making you shut your legs together and clamping his hand in between.

Even with all these teasings, you manage to keep your hands there just as he asked. Seeing that you're all hot and flustered, he takes your hands down and takes the handcuffs off.

"Did I pass the good girl test?" You jokingly ask.

"Flying colors," he shortly replies.

JEONGIN: Teasing her makes me horny [exhales air] I hope none of us fold tonight.

"This is how we should do it," you say as you sit straddling him on the bed.

Jeongin lays back on the bed, stacking his hands behind his head and enjoying the view, silently lusting over your body.

"You on top?"

"Uh-huh," you say, coyly taking a sip of your wine.

"Do you have any problems with that?" You ask once you swallowed your drink.

He purses his lips and shakes his head. He then places his hand on your thigh and glides it up to your waist, "I have no problems with that."

At once, he gets up from the bed and catches your body by wrapping his arms around you tightly.

That little maneuver sends your wine spills down your chest and you grumble at him, "Look what you did!"

It's a problem that could be easily solved by wiping it but Jeongin chooses to tease you more by burying his face in between your breasts to lick the droplets with his hot tongue.

You're giggling at how ticklish it feels and at the same time, feeling so aroused inside. You drain your wine empty and get help from him to put the glass away for you.

This way, you can put all of your attention on him and tries not to fuck him.

You hold his face with both hands and lean in close enough until the tip of your noses meet in the middle.

"I want you so much," you shamelessly mutter with eyes closed.

He responds with a hot kiss on your cheek and makes a trail of kisses down the column of your neck while tightening the hold around you.

Without warning, he turns you over and has you pinned under him. He brings his mouth close to your ear, nibbling on your ear with his body pressed on top of you.

"This is how I want to do it," he whispers, then pulls the duvet to cover both of you.

YOU: Let's say... we didn't get much sleep last night [smirks]

Jeongin knows morning has come without having to see it.

He tries to get a few more minutes of sleep when you snuggle to him, pulling his arm open to rest your head on it and then kiss his cheek.

"Morning," you croak while putting your hand across his chest.

He tangles his hand in your hair, letting your soft hair slip between his fingers and making him feel at ease. You seem to have fallen back to sleep from how you lying still close to him.

Jeongin slightly opens his eyes to check and sees how adorable you look sleeping next to him, he can't help but kiss your forehead as his fingers continuously play with your hair.

"Let's not go back to the villa," you mumble at him.

He lets out a sleepy chuckle and holds the hand lying on his chest as he closes his eyes again, "Let's do that."

After a few minutes, you kick the duvet away and put your leg over his body, clinging to him like he is your lifesaver.

"Last night..." you start.

He stops playing with your hair to hear what you're going to say, "Yeah?"

"You made me feel good last night," you share with your sleepy eyes looking at him.

He lets out a breath of relief, happy with what he hears, and continues brushing your hair with his fingers.

"Last night was amazing," he agrees with you.

Despite the money, the rules, the group, and Lana, he didn't let anything ruin last night for him. He wanted to focus on you and he did exactly that last night.

JEONGIN: To be honest, money was the last thing that was on my mind last night.

Instead of dreading the time until you have to leave the suite, you choose to make the most of it.

After having breakfast without leaving the bed, you decide to have Jeongin spoil you one more time before your time in the suite is over.

You take off your bra and cup your breasts with your hands aware of all the cameras that may film you half-naked. Slowly, you lay down on your stomach and let yourself relax.

"Ooh..." you moan as Jeongin lathers massage oil on your back.

It always feels good having his hands on you, it doesn't matter what he's doing with them, touching, massaging, squeezing, pinching... you simply like seeing his hands on you.

He applies gentle pressures on the right places and you find yourself enjoying it, moaning in satisfaction as he works on your tensed muscles.

"You know your spots," you comment with your voice muffled by the pillow under you.

"Yeah, I'm generally quite good at finding the spots," he responds, sending you both into chuckles.

He drags his hands to your shoulders and starts massaging you there.

"One spot in particular, I'm pretty good at finding," he adds.

You turn your head to the side to say, "I trust you on that."

As much as you want to stay in the suite with him, the good time has come to an end.

A little before leaving the suite, you both make a plan about how you're going to deliver the news to the group and after that, you both get changed and finally leave the suite.

"Thank you for a great night, Lana!" You say to the nearest camera you can find and blow a kiss.

You're carrying the sweet memories of last night with you and walking hand-in-hand to the cabana. You can see that everyone is already there and probably, anticipating your arrival.

"Remember the plan!" You remind him.

YOU: Just know that... we owe Lana so much after last night [smiles]

Jeongin is not even there yet but he can feel everyone's stare on him.

As he's about to step into the cabana, he puts on a calm yet serious face as planned. He sits on the empty sofa that is meant for him and you.

All the eyes are on both of you as you sit next to each other and he keeps holding your hand on his lap.

"How was last night?" Francoise asks, being the first to break the deafening silence.

Then Linda joins in, "What happened?

Jeongin glances your way and he gets the cue from how you deliberately blink your eyes at him, letting him answer it for both of you.

"We uh... we couldn't successfully complete," he answers, not forgetting to look devastated as he says it.

Justine rakes his blonde hair to the back and groans, "Shit man..."

"You had one job!" Mick aggressively tells him

Kurt slumps down on the sofa then leers at him, "There was so much at stake, the money, our respect, your own respect," he says with brows knitted and forehead wrinkled.

All kinds of disappointed remarks are being thrown around the room while you and Jeongin can only look at each other with a knowing look on your faces, things are going exactly as planned.

"Are you being serious or not?" Courtney asks in such distress.

You both exchange another knowing look and this time, he lets you have the fun. You keep your serious face then turn your head to face them.

"Hell no! We're not!" You shout out loud.

It takes a moment for everyone to try and process the information, then again, everyone believes nothing until they hear it from Lana herself.

Thankfully, she comes at the right time and it's the first time you feel relaxed facing Lana knowing that you did not break any rules.

As expected, she calls for both of your names right after she chimes.

"Last night, you faced the ultimate test in the suite."

You look at Jeongin and he looks calm as well, unlike last night when Lana revealed the rule breaks.

"I can confirm that..."

For a robot, Lana knows how to build suspense. Everyone is holding their breath to hear the rest of the announcement.

"...no rules were broken."

Now everyone can wholeheartedly celebrate the two of you not having sex in the suite and you get overwhelmed by all the hugs you get from everyone.

"The prize fund now stands at $122,000," Lana informs.

"We love to hear it!" Courtney exclaims in excitement.

JEONGIN: It feels so good to achieve this together and we have proved to everybody that we indeed have a genuine connection.

At first, you doubt Lana's way of bringing you closer together by putting you and him alone in the private suite. Spending the night with him without being physical was rather hard, but it indeed helped you grow a deeper connection with him.

One thing that you feel differently now is that you're more sure of your feelings towards him. Frankly, you initially thought you were just physically attracted to him but now you know that you you genuinely like him.

For the first time in years, you want something more than just a fling with him.

"Am I doing it right?" Jeongin asks, holding the hair straightener away from your head to avoid accidents.

He offered his help to help you straighten your hair for tonight and of course, you let him do it for you, you wouldn't skip the chance to get spoiled by him.

"Yep, keep going, babe," you encourage.

Without having to look, you know everyone else in the room is jealous of what you both have. Bianca in particular can't help herself smiling at the sight of you two.

"You guys are so cute," she says while putting some colors to her cheeks.

You smile in response to her but you see Jeongin is concentrating hard on straightening your hair and not burning your scalp in the process.

As usual, you let Jeongin have his space while you, Francoise, Linda, and Justine choose the terrace as a place to hang out and talk.

"Do you feel like you connected with Jeongin even more?" Francoise suddenly asks out of the blue, probably wondering how things significantly changed after that night in the private suite.

"Definitely," you shortly answer, "I do feel like it brought us closer together."

Francoise stifles a no as if it's a hard thing to comprehend how being left alone in a private suite without having sex brings two people closer.

"Really?"

"I don't know why but it feels different," you vaguely explain.

"But I can see that you guys progressed a lot together," Justine says.

It's the first time you see her being genuinely nice to you that you get taken aback by it. Maybe she's not as bad as you think, so you smile and sincerely mutter, "Thanks."

Francoise clinks her glass with yours and says, "Bravo to you, girl!"

Bravo to you indeed for being brave and letting your guard down, allowing you to experience this feeling again, it's scary yet so exciting.

YOU: I really like him [smiles] and I haven't liked someone like this in so long so I hope that he feels the same way too.

Jeongin doesn't see you for the rest of the night until it's bedtime. Funny that he misses you even though you're always around him, it seems like staying in a villa with you isn't enough for him.

You're already in bed when he gets there, talking to Courtney on the next bed while playing with the cushion on your lap.

He removes the cushion and replaces it with his head, resting it on your lap. Without breaking the conversation you're having with Courtney, you slip your hand into his hair and softly scratch his scalp with your fingertips.

It's nice and calming, this moment and just the entirety of the day. It's probably one of the best days he's ever had here in the retreat.

He can feel himself getting drowsy but he keeps his eyes open, looking around the room since the lights are still on. Everything is going so well, everyone is—

It suddenly turns quiet in the bedroom and he wonders why. He looks up at you to find out, then you turn his head in the direction of Damon's bed.

Damon and Bianca huddle their heads together, it seems like he's talking privately to her and she's nodding to whatever it is he's saying.

There's nothing wrong with it until Damon gets up from his bed and gets onto the bed next to his which is Justine's bed. It turns eerily quiet in the room as every one notices what is happening at this moment: Damon has just jumped ship right in front of everyone.

All eyes are on those two beds, one bed is of Bianca trying to keep a straight face and the other bed is of Justine not hesitating to cuddle Damon right next to Bianca.

It comes as a shock to everyone since Damon and Bianca have been together since day one and they've been through a lot as a couple so everyone assumed that things are going well with them.

Apparently, things are not what they seem.

JEONGIN: I do not see this coming. How long has this been going on?

Everyone has woken up from their sleep but no one says anything, not even a sleepy morning greeting from Kurt.

"This is awkward," Jeongin lowly mutters to you.

It is awkward but you can't avoid it too since it all happened when everyone was in the room. Your eyes are glancing around the room, seeking any sort of signs from anyone or just anything, anything but this suffocating silence.

"How do you feel, Bianca?" Courtney's question cuts through the building tension in the room.

Bianca avoids looking at anyone, especially the two people on the next bed. She pouts and nervously picks at her nails.

"I don't know how to feel if I'm being honest," she weakly answers, "I just... at this point, I just want to get through the day."

Courtney lets out a sigh, she seems to have a lot to say to Damon but at the same time, she keeps biting her tongue. Eventually, she stops holding herself back and lets it all out, "Damon, you can't just jump into the bed and say 'I'm sleeping with Justine tonight' then jump out. That's foul," she tells him.

"Yeah, you could have explained it a bit more," Linda adds, keeping her tone soft.

Instead of Damon, Justine is the one speaking up. She sits on the bed and puts a hand on Damon's lap.

"It's not like we break a bunch of rules, okay? I've been through the same thing and no one gave a fuck when it happened to me," Justine defends herself.

You feel slightly called out for that since you've been through a similar situation and it's true, no one said anything when Jeongin chose to sleep with you.

Then again, they're not seeking an answer from her, they want an answer from the guy who's in the middle of this whirlwind.

"Damon?" Courtney demands his answer.

Damon scratches his chin and then innocently answers, "I'm good."

This situation may be similar to yours but now you see that it's not the same, the number one difference Jeongin is not a prick. Damon could have used the opportunity to sincerely apologize to Bianca but he shrugs it all away.

"What?" Courtney can't believe what he just heard.

You can feel her stress from looking at the way her chest heaves as she keeps inhaling air but as much as she tries to calm herself down, she can't stop.

"Talk to her. Communicate with her. You can't just tell her that a moment before you jump ship. Be a real man!" Courtney scolds her while everyone else can only watch it unfold.

"Would it kill you to try and be sensitive?"

Damon with his half-shut eyes is unfazed by Courtney's words, "I personally didn't feel like I was leading anyone on. I didn't think it was going to be this dramatic," he coyly says.

Even Mick who is always vocal about everything seems at a loss for words, he opens his mouth and then closes it again, deciding not to say anything. However, from this exchange, everyone knows what kind of guy Damon really is.

The silence resides in the room again and you rest your head against Jeongin's shoulder to seek comfort against the animosity that fills the air.

Lana's chime breaks the tension in the room and for the first time, you feel thankful that she comes.

"Good morning, everyone."

"Morning, Lana," you reply to her while clinging to Jeongin's arm.

"Damon and Justine, it is up to you to prove that your relationship is more than just skin deep," Lana directly assesses the matter of the moment.

"But it is encouraging to see the couples continuing to develop and grow as couples."

Oh, hearing that makes your heart flutter because it means that Lana sees the growth in you and Jeongin as a couple. You look at Jeongin and smile at him, feeling proud of what you both have achieved together.

"Keep focused as new tests are on the horizon."

Then you hear the word 'test' and you immediately feel a little traumatized, everyone knows that Lana's tests are not something you can take lightly.

Especially after seeing what happened between Bianca, Damon, and Justine, you never know what's going to happen.

YOU: I'm happy with Jeongin and things are going well. There's this fear that he's going to bring the old him out. Honestly, I just hope he's fully committed to me.

After a very tense morning, Jeongin couldn't be happier to get out of the villa and take his mind off things by working out.

He takes a long shower as he's not ready to engage in any human interactions yet and spends a long time in the bathroom afterward.

"Hey, gorgeous," you beam as you enter the bathroom.

It's a good thing that the first human interaction he's having of the day is with you. He smiles as you place a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"You smell good," you softly mutter.

Jeongin returns the compliment with a kiss and a gentle pat on your head afterward.

"Lana wants everyone in the cabana," you inform him.

Lana doesn't give anyone a minute to recover from the dramatic morning. He lets out a sigh and puts his things back inside the drawer.

"What now?"

You place your hand on his back and look at him through the mirror, "I don't know but please be good news," you say.

It sounds naive coming from you when Lana had put you two on the hot seat a handful of times. It may be going to be good news but Jeongin wouldn't be so hopeful.

In the cabana, everyone has been restlessly waiting for Lana to come online but mostly, hoping that she brings good news this time.

"My belly is turning," you cutely say to him while nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck.

He puts his hand in your hand, softly scratching your scalp to help you relax.

Not long after, the cone finally chimes, "Hello, everyone."

"Hello, Lana!" Everyone replies at the same time.

"Today, we will find out if you have what it takes to thrive in the outside world. I want to see how you cope when put under pressure," Lana shares.

He's not really in the mood to be tested but he has nothing against Lana, she is the ruler of this retreat after all.

"Being able to survive adversity will indicate that you have what it takes to last. Buckle under it and perhaps you are not as good a fit as you think."

It sounds like something he once heard before but he could be wrong.

"Therefore, I have invited two new guests to the retreat and they have selected one person each to take on a date," Lana announces.

So Jeongin is right. Lana brings another new guests to the house and they get to pick anyone on a date. The only difference is that he's not only worried for himself, he's also worried for you.

"The new guests are arriving by boat, you must now head to the beach to greet them."

JEONGIN: I'm excited to see this but if somebody takes her on a date, I will be fuming.

Everyone complies without saying anything, heading to the beach per Lana's instruction to welcome the new guests. After about a few minutes of waiting by the shore, Kurt notices the boat coming into sight and everyone starts hollering.

There's always going to be a twist and you're feeling nervous as to what sinister plan Lana is cooking this time.

When the boat finally stops, everyone suddenly turns quiet and puts all of their attention on the two people coming down from the boat. One is a tall guy with tattoos all over his chest and the other is a girl with long dark hair and a pair of stunning light brown eyes.

"Hi, everyone," The girl says with a raspy voice, "We come to fuck shit up!"

You know she meant it as a joke but it takes one to know one, this girl is going to be a problem.

"Welcome!" Courtney says in excitement with her eyes locked on the male.

"Welcome, guys!" Linda adds, fully delighted by their arrival.

As someone who has been the new girl in the retreat, you came here all hot and ready, and these new arrivals won't be much different too. You know they won't hesitate to go after someone they like just like you did and you worry that Jeongin's head will turn, again.

The new arrivals start introducing themselves to the group and then come up to everyone, giving friendly hugs and handshakes. You intently watch Jeongin's reaction to the presence of the new girl, Anne and he looks rather calm.

When it comes to your turn, this new guy gives you a quick cheek-to-cheek kiss and makes you feel a little taken aback.

"I'm Paul," he introduces his name with a bright smile.

"Oh, hello, Paul," you politely say in response to his enthusiasm.

He stares at you for a moment before taking a few steps back to see everyone with the new girl standing next to him.

"You guys look amazing," Paul says once again but his eyes are never straying away from yours.

"I don't know if you guys know but I've selected someone to go on a date with me," Anne says.

"No, we know," Bianca says, sounding excited since she recently became single.

Anne's eyes are glancing between the boys and your heart feels like it's about to jump out of your chest when her eyes hover in the direction of the guy standing next to you.

"I chose..."

If she picks Jeongin, just know that you and she won't be good friends in this retreat.

"Keith," Anne has made her pick.

And you feel like letting out a big sigh of relief, instead, you flash a smile at Anne for making the right choice.

"And I picked..." Paul takes his turn to pick now.

When you look back, you see the other girls putting their best smiles on and hoping to get picked by him for the date.

Paul is stalling by looking at everyone, especially the girls and you don't want to get ahead of yourself here but his eyes keep glancing your way.

You look away and pretend to not care, you hold Jeongin's arm by the elbow to let him know that you're with him so he better pick someone else.

Then Paul calls your name and you know you said there's going to be a twist but what you didn't know is that this will be the twist.

YOU: On second thought, I'm more worried for myself [laughs] But I hope this kicks Jeongin into gear, I need him to open up to me emotionally.

Maybe it's what people call karma because Jeongin has been in your position before and now he gets to feel being on the opposite side of things. He wouldn't be surprised if Justine is silently laughing at his pain now.

The boys are assembling in the firepit and Jeongin is half-heartedly listening to them talking, he can't help but think about you and the possibilities that may come after that date. What happens if your head turns? What happens if you decide not to be with him anymore? What is he going to do? What he knows for sure is he's going to hate it if you choose to be with this new guy.

The boys suddenly burst out with excitement and Jeongin notices that Keith has come back from the date, carrying the new girl in his arms. She chooses to sit next to him as the boys start asking so many questions to her but as much as he wants to be distracted, he just can't seem to stop thinking about you and whether you think about him too when you're on a date with another guy.

Lou elbows him on the side, snapping him away from his head, "They're here," he says.

"Huh?" He's been too oblivious to his surroundings to notice anything.

Lou gestures his head in the direction of the terrace and Jeongin turns his head to see you have returned from the date as well. Instead of feeling relieved, he feels even more nervous after you come back.

A moment later, he sees you're making your way to the firepit, already changed into a dress and you wave your hand once you notice him looking.

Jeongin unconsciously lets out a chuckle, "That little wave," he mutters.

When you arrive at the firepit, you smile at everyone and say, "Can I borrow my man for a minute?"

Damon fixes his shirt and then gets up from the sofa, "Yes, of course," he jokingly says.

While everyone is laughing at that, Jeongin gets up from the sofa and gently pushes Damon back until he plops onto the sofa again.

He ignores all the coos from the boys and takes you by the hand to get somewhere private to talk. He chooses the beach and it somehow brings back the memory of how you both had your first kiss here.

"Hey, how's your night going?" You ask with a sly smile.

Jeongin smiles back at you and coyly replies, "It's alright."

He doesn't know how to talk about it without being so forthright but he needs to know as soon as possible.

"So, how was the date?"

You tuck away a strand of hair behind your head, "It was nice. Paul is nice and the date went well," you answer.

The answer doesn't quite satisfy him and you seem to notice that from his facial expression.

"He is my type, you know," you tell him.

The smile on his vanishes in a second and Jeongin can no longer pretend that he's fine hearing that.

"But all the time I was on that date, I kept thinking of you," you immediately add with a bright smile.

He doesn't know why but he lets out a snort, but thankfully, you're laughing in response to that. Then you place your hand on his knee, playing with the lint on his ripped jeans.

"Going on that date made me realize how much I like you," you honestly admit.

This time, Jeongin can't stop himself from smiling and his hand goes to his ear, he can sense that it's reddening.

"You're the one I want," you further confess, "Ever since I saw a photo of you that day, I just knew you're the one I want."

You seem nervous from the way your hand keeps looking for something to fiddle with and this time is the hem of his shirt, it only tells him that you meant every word you said.

"I feel comfortable around you. Way too comfortable that I burped in front of you three times this morning," you add a crisp laugh at the end of the sentence.

Then you look at him with your eyes wide and open, glimmering under the starry night. You keep looking at him as you seek a response from him.

Jeongin doesn't know how to open up emotionally because he's never done this before. He never stayed in a relationship long enough to get to that.

"I like you too," he mutters at you.

If there's one thing that he knows for sure about this is that he likes you, he feels a connection with you and with time, the connection only grows deeper.

You immediately squeal hearing his answer and throw your arms around him, then rest your head on his shoulder.

"I didn't think you liked me that much," you whine with an adorable pout while putting your hand across his chest.

"I do," he affirms, putting his arm around you and pulling you closer.

You tilt your head to smile at him then place a soft kiss on his cheek before nuzzling your head in his neck again.

The truth is, it's difficult for Jeongin to get his emotions across because he usually jumps ship when he starts feeling emotions.

JEONGIN: I'm feeling relieved and ready to move forward with her but commitment... [exhales] it just kind of scares me.

Today, you woke up feeling exceptionally good and you believe it's because of last night. You finally got an affirmation from Jeongin that he feels the same way about you.

There's nothing more bountiful than having your feelings reciprocated.

"Morning," you croak.

Jeongin looks so cute with his morning look of bare face with blushed cheeks. He stretches his arm out and then rests it around you so he can play with your hair after.

"How was your sleep?" You ask.

"Good," he answers with his deep, morning voice.

"Did you dream of me?" You jokingly ask while nuzzling his cheek with your nose.

Jeongin only responds with a light chuckle and then rubs the sleep off his eyes. You share a few cuddles until the lights are on and everyone starts to rise on their beds.

"Good morning, fam!" Keith cheerily greets which is very unusual of him.

You believe it's because he's sharing the bed with the new girl, Anne and you wouldn't be surprised if they broke rules already.

"Do you have anything to confess, Keith?" Mick asks, noticing that he's quite chipper this morning.

Keith scrunches his nose and then glances at Anne, he seems to be considering whether to fess up or not.

"Actually, yeah..." he meekly admits, "Anne and I kissed on the date.

"I guessed right," Mick mumbles. His reaction is underwhelming compared to his reactions to the previous rule breaks.

Well, it seems like that girl shouldn't be your concern anymore. Also, Jeongin said he likes you so anything else doesn't matter to you anymore.

You turn your head to look at Jeongin and the sight of his blushed cheeks triggers a cute aggression out of you that you can't help but kiss him on the cheek again.

YOU: I've never felt so comfortable being myself around a guy before so this feels like paradise.

Jeongin feels like he's having a deja vu with this new girl who keeps making eyes at him.

He tries not to entertain that idea and decides to put all of his focus on you, especially after the talk you both had last night.

Just like the universe wants to test him, he keeps bumping into this new girl. She comes into the bathroom when he's brushing her teeth and Jeongin has to share the sink with her. Even without words, Jeongin can tell what she wants from the way she keeps making these eyes at him. He hurriedly finishes and then leaves the room.

After breakfast, Jeongin chooses to sunbathe by lying on one of the sun loungers by the pool, and again, the new girl decides to also do the same.

"Hey," she greets him.

Jeongin only nods in response and looks straight ahead. Thankfully, Keith comes and he takes this as a sign to exit this situation.

He ends up hanging out in the bedroom by himself until you come with your hair still damp. You seem to be surprised to see him there.

"Hey, cutie," you softly say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Hey," he replies with a thin smile.

"I've been looking for you," you tell him with a pout, then climb onto the bed.

You put away the cushion to sit close to him on the bed and take his arm, putting it around you so you can rest your head on his chest.

"Have you decided what kind of chocolate would I be?" You playfully ask.

Jeongin lets out a low chuckle, "I need more time for that."

You place a gentle kiss on his neck then nestle your head in the crook of his neck, staying like that for a moment just cuddling on your shared bed.

"I miss you," you suddenly blurt out.

You take his hand and intertwine it together with yours, "I even miss you in my sleep," you murmur.

"Yeah?" He softly asks, watching how your thumb caresses the back of his hand.

"I just want to be with you all the time," you sweetly say with your warm breath fanning his neck.

Jeongin smiles at that and don't get him wrong, hearing that makes him happy but he doesn't know how to respond to that. He only feels bad for not being able to say the same thing to you.

You lowly inhale air and bring your hands to his chest, putting it close to his heart, "I really feel like we're going to be something after this," you tell him.

Not getting an answer from him, you tilt your head to look at him and ask, "What do you think?"

And honestly, Jeongin has no answer for that but still, he smiles for you because that's the only way he can put you at ease.

JEONGIN: It's great that she opened up to me but at the same time, it's very scary and now, she's talking like we're going to get married. I'm honestly freaking out because I usually run to the next thing.

To welcome the new arrivals, Lana is throwing a party in the villa tonight.

It's about time Lana lets us blow some steam off. The staff provides a selection of costumes for everyone to wear and you pick one with a white sheer bodysuit with feathered wings.

You're so excited to have some fun tonight and have a lot more fun with Jeongin, maybe you can tease him a little bit tonight.

Everyone starts the party with a big toast and you take a big gulp to get you revved up.

Jeongin doesn't seem to be in the mood tonight so instead of forcing him to dance with you, you keep him close by putting his arms around you as you sway your body to the fast tempo of the music.

Then he brings his mouth close to your ear and whispers it loud enough against the blasting music, "Can we get somewhere private?"

You slyly smile at him, thinking that he has the same thing in mind. You nod instead of answering, letting him guide you to the terrace where you can hear each other.

"You okay?" You ask as you sit on the wooden chair.

"Yeah, I'm good," he answers with a smile, "Just wanted to have a chat with you."

"Oh, yeah?" You nervously ask because he chooses this time, in the middle of a party, to talk to you.

"I feel like we haven't spoken about things and you've probably noticed I've been like quiet, a bit not myself," he tells you.

If there's anything you learned from the time you've spent with Jeongin is that he likes being alone, in a way that he needs time for himself and you always respect those boundaries, you only come to him when you feel welcome to. Lately, he's indeed been quiet and you thought that's just his usual self.

Now that he makes it clear, you start to get nervous about what he wants to say to you.

"Um... I was having..." He clears his throat while his fingers are playing with the rings on his fingers, "just having doubts about this."

It feels like your heart just dropped into your stomach and you feel sick, you feel faint. Yet you keep a calm face and intently listen to what he has to say to you.

"I'm retracting from you and I don't mean to, I do it automatically. It happens all the time. It's just... me," He explains, pointing at himself when he says the last word.

"Ehm... it's the classic yeah, it's not you, it's me," you jokingly say with a weak laugh.

"Yeah," Jeongin meekly responds.

Hearing this has taken you aback, you didn't expect him to feel this way with how well things are going between you and him, and honestly, you feel mugged off.

"It's quite a shock to know how you're feeling. I had no idea you were feeling this way," you manage to deliver a full sentence even though you're on the verge of tears and your voice is trembling.

"Like I said, it's my problem. I don't want to keep this thing going if I think I'm going to hurt you or the other way around," he explains.

But you don't see how that makes sense especially after you told him how you really feel about him.

"Why would I hurt you? You know how I feel about you. Isn't it obvious enough? I'm so into you," you tell him again, just in case he needs reassurance.

"I don't understand why you're not scared, you're like, so calm about this," he says in disbelief while nervously touching his ear.

"Because I know within myself that I like you and I decide to go with it," You stare into his eyes as you talk to him, "If I was to back away from my feelings and act how you're acting, then how's that going to be of any benefit to either of us?"

You let that sink into him for a moment before continuing to talk, "And you.. You're just doing what you usually do. As soon as you get feelings for someone, you jump ship."

Jeongin seems to feel offended by it that his eyebrow perks up and he stops touching his ear, "Out there, I wouldn't even try to have this conversation, I just leave," he makes a weak argument to defend himself.

"But I want to have this conversation and let you know what I truly feel about all this but I'm trying to work through them. Just want to be honest with you," he tells you his real intentions on why you both are having this conversation.

What you can draw from this is that he's struggling with his old self and not ready to leave the retreat as a different man who's not afraid to commit. As much as you want this to work, you don't want to force him to do anything he doesn't want.

"You know it's all in your head, right?" You ask, making sure that he's scaring things that he makes up in his head.

Jeongin stays silent, he's clasping his hands together in front of him and playing with his rings again.

You take a low breath and try to be patient, you're willing to give him more time and space to think about it. You place a hand on his knee and do not start talking until he looks at you.

"Just know that I'm here for you no matter what and I really, really like you. I'm excited for our future together. I really am," you sincerely tell him, hoping that he can see how genuine your feelings for him are even though telling him that makes your heart aches.

YOU: I may put a brave face on but I'm genuinely upset. This is exactly why I don't put my guard down because I always end up being the one hurting [sniffles]

Just like the night couldn't be anymore suck, Lana abruptly stops the party and calls everyone to the cabana.

You still need time to recover from what you just heard from Jeongin and now you have to hear Lana too? You slump on the sofa in between Linda and Kurt.

"Why are we here?" Courtney asks.

"It must be about Keith's rule break right?" Kurt asks around while turning his head side-to-side.

You can't be bothered with how much money have lost to a kiss, you don't care even if someone drained the prize money to zero.

Lana chimes and skips her usual greeting, "We all know Keith and Anne broke a rule last night."

Keith holds both hands up in the air in defeat and apologizes again, "I'm sorry, everyone."

"This rule break has cost the group $6,000," Lana immediately announces.

"Well, that's it right?" Linda innocently asks.

"But that's not the only reason for summoning you all," Lana is not letting anyone breathe yet, "There's another rule break."

From the way you keep a bitter expression on your face and sitting far away from Jeongin, everyone knows something is going on and that's enough to tell them that you're not the ones breaking the rules.

The suspicion is on the recently became partners, Damon and Justine. With all the glares they get from everyone, they fold almost immediately.

"Yeah, okay, we kissed," Damon blatantly admits, always taking everything lightly.

"Another $6,000 has been deducted from the prize fund." Everyone groans in response because not only Damon has messed up the group's dynamic, but he seems to not care about everything, not even Lana.

"The prize fund now stands at $110,000," Lana updates.

Everyone gets up from their seats thinking that's the end of it when Lana speaks again.

"That's not all."

"Oh, no," Linda weakly gasps next to you.

"I observed that some of you were not rising to the level that I expect at this stage of my retreat."

Not going to lie, this time you feel groggy not knowing what Lana going to announce next.

"There are two people in particular who are clearly falling short of their potential and I'm about to send them home."

Kurt slaps his forehead and reclines on the sofa as he sighs, "This is fucked up."

Given the situation of the relationship, it's possible that either you or Jeongin could go home tonight for not being able to show the growth that Lana wanted.

"The guests leaving the retreat are..."

You regret it now for not sitting next to him because it probably would be the last time you are able to.

"...Damon and Justine."

"Fuck off," Francoise lowly curses and massages her temple in distress.

Linda grabs your hand in reflex, "I'm in shock."

You let out a shaky breath of relief after hearing the names and they're not yours. As much as you hate being in this situation, you want to get to the end of this retreat, moreover, you're not ready to part with Jeongin yet.

"Damon and Justine, you must now leave my retreat."

You follow everyone else, getting up from the sofa to bid farewell to both Justine and Damon. You give each one of them a quick hug and well wishes.

"Goodbye," Lana closes the session.

"Goodbye, Lana," Justine says for the last time, blowing a kiss at the cone sitting on the table.

YOU: Justine is just trying to fill a void with Damon and that's not the kind of growth Lana is looking for so can't say I'm surprised [shrugs]

Jeongin feels bad now for choosing the wrong time to tell you about his doubts. He's not ready to face you without feeling guilty so he ends up just wasting time in the bathroom after a quick shower.

He reminds himself that it's with good intentions that he decided to tell you about it, he wants to be open and honest with you because you deserve nothing less than that.

But still, it feels like he's the bad guy here.

"Hi," a voice says.

Jeongin staggers against the sink to see who it is, it's the new girl, Anne.

"How are you?" She asks.

Thinking that she needs to use the sink, he hurriedly steps back and decides to sit on the edge of the tub, "Alright, I guess."

Instead of using it, Anne leans against the sink and crosses her arms together in front of her chest, "Uhm... so... where's your head at? Are you two good?"

It's obvious to everyone that something is going on between you and him. Jeongin doesn't want to confirm it and gives her the satisfaction of letting her know that.

"We're alright," he tells her.

"Are you going to marry each other?" She suddenly asks with a playful smile.

That gets Jeongin scratching his head because the question comes out of the blue, "Nah, no, I wouldn't say that. Marry is not—"

"Because you seem quite committed already," she cuts him off with a well-known fact.

Hearing that from someone else only confirms his fear of commitment and worsening it. He remains firm and chooses not to answer her.

"When I came to the retreat did anything change for you?"

Jeongin stifles a nod when he means to shake his head, an error on his behalf.

"Do you think you'll ever change?" Anne asks a rather profound question.

"I like to say yeah, but I still have a lot to go," he honestly answers because that's the truth, he has a lot to learn still but he's getting there.

"If I was here from the beginning who knows what would happen," Anne suddenly says with a flirty smile and eyes that intensely gaze into his.

Jeongin looks away to not let them affect him, "Might be different, yeah," he half-heartedly says.

Anne takes a towel from the pile on the shelf and puts it on her shoulder, "Do you like risk?"

He chuckles because the questions she asks him are rather random yet provoking.

"I think I am," he answers.

Anne puts her hand on the handle of the shower door, "Want to take a risk?"

Now that's not a question but a dare and it comes at the time when Jeongin has the least trust in himself.

Anne opens the shower door and lingers there as she asks, "Do you want to have a shower with me?"

JEONGIN: I'm having doubts about her then Anne came looking me straight in the eyes and asked me to join her in the shower [hisses] This is not what I need right now.

You can't remember anything from yesterday except for the painful part. You can't even remember what time Jeongin got onto the bed, all you knew it was late and you were already too drowsy to care.

You shift on the bed to see if he's already awake and see that his eyes are still closed, soundly sleeping with his lower lip slightly jutting out.

Today, you're going to give him what he wants, space and time to think but you're still going to be you who cares and adores him.

A while later, the lights are on and everyone is rising on their beds, yawning and stretching their arms out with eyes half shut.

You sit on the bed and tie your hair into a messy bun, taking your water tumbler to take a sip of water, catching Courtney getting up on the next bed.

"Good morning, Courtney baby," You cutely greet.

She groans as she hoists herself to sit on the bed and flips her hair to the back, "I feel like shit," she groans.

Jeongin shifts on the bed and your head turns to see if he's awake, "Morning," you softly mutter with a gentle ruffle on his tousled hair.

He smiles with his eyes closed and roughly brushes his hair to the back to get it away from his eyes.

"It's cute that your cheeks are flushed in the morning," you sweetly say, pressing the back of your hand to his cheek.

He takes your hand and holds it close to his chest as he closes his eyes again to get a few minutes of extra sleep.

This feels good, this feels nice and you wonder why Jeongin has doubts about it. He might have said it's him, yet you can't help but think that it's maybe you.

YOU: We've worked so hard on getting to know each other and growing this connection that it'd be stupid to throw it all away because he's having these doubts about us.

It's clear that a lot of people have progressed and Jeongin hopes that he has progressed too. However, he needs a bit more space and time to make sure that he makes the right decision.

"You good, mate?" Lou asks, derailing Jeongin's train of thought.

"I'm all right," he answers, "Just thinking out loud."

He then lets out a sigh and watches Lou takes a seat on the empty chair next to him while drying his body with a towel. He considers for a moment whether he wants to tell him about what happened to him last night and Lou seems trustworthy so...

"You're the first person I told about this but Anne came in when I was in the bathroom and she got very flirty and she asked me to get in the shower with her," he shares in one intake of breath.

Lou raises his eyebrow and then lets out a chuckle, a chuckle that says 'Here we go again'.

"Honestly man, I wanted to so badly cause I'm always chasing the next thing cause it's exciting. It's like... I'm never content," Jeongin doesn't know why he can openly share something like that with him but it feels good to get it off his chest.

Lou takes a moment to finish drying his hair, then hangs the wet towel behind his chair, "You know what? It's lonelier having someone different every night than it is having just that one consistent figure," he tells him.

He talks to him to try to lessen the weight on his chest but damn, he didn't expect Lou to be this wise, and maybe this is why he's comfortable sharing things with him.

"But it's easy," Jeongin meekly says.

"It's easy but lonelier," Lou corrects him.

That shut him up and Jeongin realizes that that's the reason why he's never content, because he never finds a consistent figure by his side.

"If you cut things off with her can you really leave the retreat and say that you've changed?" Lou asks.

"Probably not, no," Jeongin meekly answers.

That makes Jeongin think that all these things he's been going through in this retreat, would mean nothing if he left as the same person.

Lou takes a swig of his water tumbler and gasps when he swallows it, then allows himself to continue talking.

"In my opinion, you have a great thing with her, and very rarely does a connection like yours happen. You should be so content with her and if you're not, then you don't need to string her along any longer."

That's true, Jeongin should come up with a decision soon because he doesn't want to keep leading you on to nothing. But the fear of commitment, oh, he can't seem to shake it off.

JEONGIN: Last night, I said no to Anne and I think that shows how much I've grown but I'm still struggling to commit because I don't know whether it's going to work or not.

This is what Jeongin wants, space and time to think and you're merely giving him exactly that. You haven't seen him since you woke up next to him this morning.

You spend most of the morning with the girls, gossiping in the dressing room and it helps you get your mind off things, but only for a minute or two before you get reminded of how somber your situation is.

Out of nowhere, the cone chimes in the corner of the room. Francoise abruptly stops talking to hear what Lana is about to say.

"Ladies, please gather everyone in the cabana."

Without saying anything, everyone obeys Lana, going around to inform everyone while you and Courtney are heading straight there, telling anyone you meet on the way.

You're completely relaxed as you sit on the sofa facing the cone and you believe, no one is stupid enough to break rules when the retreat is nearing its end.

A thought crosses your head because what if someone did?

The cone chimes and lights up in the middle of the big wooden table.

"Hello, everyone."

"Hello, Lana!" Anne replies with her raspy voice as she sits next to you.

"I have an announcement," Lana informs.

An announcement so it's probably not a rule break, maybe this time it's good news.

"All romantic connections matter and must be nourished with time apart from the group. This is why I'm sending all partnered guests on a final date."

All the couples are cheering in response and you would have too if only you weren't upset about something. You glance toward Jeongin and notice that he looks not that delighted either.

Francoise and Kurt will be the first to go on a date, then Keith and Anne will go in the late afternoon, and you take the last turn with Jeongin which is later at night.

You have time to get ready but it's a date so you make the most of it with the reminder that this probably going to be the last date you'll ever have with him.

Jeongin is changing his clothes near his closet when you're doing your make-up, you turn to look at him and meekly ask.

"Are you excited for our dates?"

He probably doesn't hear your question because he doesn't say anything. You need any signs that he gets rid of his doubts but it seems like all that you're getting is the opposite of it.

You put on a red dress with thin straps and cinched around the waist, you let your hair down knowing he likes it that way.

"I look too good to get dumped tonight," you mutter as you see your reflection in the mirror.

Courtney must have caught you saying that, she hugs you from the back and puts her chin on your shoulder, "No, no one is getting dumped," she tells you with a gentle squeeze on your shoulder.

You can't seem to summon any good thoughts when your head is all over the place. Will we work out? Will we not work out? One thing for sure is you'll be gutted if it's not.

YOU: I've given Jeongin space and time. I've been patient. I've been supportive. But no matter how much I like him, this isn't a game and he can't just play with my feelings.

The date takes place in the front yard of the villa, the place usually being used for workshops but tonight, they turn it into a romantic dinner date with food and wine already served on the table.

The night, this date, it's all too nice for you to get dumped tonight.

Jeongin pops open the cork and fills your glass with red wine, the aphrodisiac smell wafting around you. You allow yourself to have a small sip as he fills his glass.

It's when the silence resides in the space between you and him, making you anxious.

"I appreciate you being patient with me and allowing me to come to certain decisions," Jeongin begins.

You nod and take another sip of wine, you really need it to help you relax.

"There is one thing that I have to tell you and it's better if you hear it from me than anyone else," he says.

You take your hand under the table to wipe your damp hand against the hem of your dress and have another sip of wine again, "Yeah?"

Jeongin is playing with the rings on his fingers again, he spins it around his finger as he hesitates to say something.

"There was an incident with uhm... Anne. She got a bit flirty with me last night and asked me to get in the shower with her."

If there's anything worse he can say to start the date, that is it. Being told that he almost showered with another girl is even worse than getting dumped.

"You probably gave her a reason to think you'd get in the shower with her," you tell her with your eyebrows knitted in displease.

He bites his lower lip and carefully picks his words, "Well, she's an attractive girl and I think we both can agree to that."

What makes him that her attractiveness can justify this? You glare at him to let your silence answer the question for him.

"No?" He asks with a nervous smile.

"That hurts my feelings to know that was happening behind my back," you let yourself have a go at it but keep your emotions under control.

"But I didn't—" he stops himself there, "Just want to be honest with you."

"Yeah and I appreciate your honesty but it's shit to hear," you tell him.

Feeling more pessimistic that this date will end on a nice note, you have some more wine.

YOU: Yeah, I do feel like being played right now.

Jeongin knows he shouldn't have said what he said so he tries again.

"With you, I didn't want to do the exact same thing like I always do and I always wanted to be honest with you, letting you know I was having doubts," he explains.

You keep yourself calm and give him the chance to explain himself, sipping your wine once in a while to keep your nerves in check.

"I couldn't figure things out in my own head until I had a bit of time to think," he adds.

"Yeah..." you mumble, playing with the stem of your wine glass.

"I think you are my best mate in here, I like cuddling with you, I'm comfortable around you and you're the only one I want to do dirty things with," he says with a low chuckle.

You smile at that even though your hands are shaking on your lap.

"And that's why I panic, 'cause it's like, you came in a situation I didn't expect. And I'm pretty sure you didn't expect this too," he says.

You lick your lips and gulp air, "Mmm-hmm."

You're quietly counting down the time until he says something you have expected him to say and by the time he says it, you'll be ready.

Jeongin inhales air and his eyes stare straight into your eyes, "And for once, I'm just going to go with my gut," he says.

You've seen this look, everything feels not right and that's that. It's time,

"Do you want to be my girlfriend?"

It takes a minute for you to process his words and when it registers to your head, you can't comprehend it still.

"What?"

He repeatedly nods at you, "Yeah."

"Are you serious?" You ask again just to be sure.

Jeongin is amused with how in disbelief you are, "I'm genuinely asking you to be my girlfriend," he convinces you.

You feel a little faint so you hold out your hand at him, needing something to hold on to.

"I thought you were going to dump me," you whine at him.

He grabs your hand and holds it tightly, "No, you're the one I want."

YOU: I am... over the moon and for once, I'm just so speechless [smiles]

You both forget about the watches until they chime and turn green, allowing you to properly embrace each other.

Jeongin gets up from his chair and comes up to you, offering his hand to get you up. He wastes no time leaning in, showing you how much he craves your lips by kissing you so passionately.

He makes the most of the green light by kissing you until his lungs are screaming for oxygen, and he gasps for air the second he lets go.

With his hand tenderly holding your jaw, he allows himself to give you a quick peck on the lips, as soft as the sea breeze that blows your way.

"Oh, my God! We're boyfriend and girlfriend!" You squeal in disbelief.

He likes it whenever you squeal like that, it makes him feel the excitement you have for something.

"And we haven't even had sex," Jeongin jokingly adds.

"I know!" You say, resting your hands on his chest as he holds you close.

"What if the sex is shit?" You ask with eyes squinted.

"No, it won't be," he confidently answers.

Jeongin knows for sure sex with you would be anything but shit but if you need more convincing, you can trust him to not make that happen.

You both get back to your seats to continue with the date but keep your hands on each other on the table.

"The other night when you were cuddling me and saying nice things to me, I got a semi," he shares out of the blue.

You both burst out laughing at the same time and it feels nice to finally get rid of the doubts and worries that chained him lately, he can safely say that things are finally going well.

"What do you think after this retreat?" He curiously asks you.

"When I look at my future, I see you in there by my side," you answer.

You look so darn cute with a shy smile on your face, too bad that the watches are no longer green because he so badly wanted to kiss you.

He can see you in his future as well, by his side and looking this cute. Now that he's thinking about it, it makes him excited for his future with you.

"Well, I want you to be a part of my life," he tells you, "I want you to know everything about me, want you to meet my friends and family."

"I'd love that," you tell him with that adorable head tilt.

And the fond gaze you're giving him makes him flutter on the inside.

JEONGIN: I feel happy. I feel very happy... I do. And I think I've fallen in love with the girl but I haven't told her that yet so please shh... [hushes]

What he's going to miss the most of this retreat is waking up next to you. Not that it will never happen again in the near future, it's just that he knows it's going to feel somewhat different.

"Morning," you softly murmur with your hand across his chest.

And he's definitely going to miss this sleepy, affectionate morning greeting from you.

"Morning," he says back, then presses a kiss on the top of your head.

He tangles his hand in your soft locks, playing with it while you're both cuddling on the bed to wait until the lights are on.

When it's finally on, Kurt loudly shouts into the room and wakes everybody up, "Morning, everyone! It's the last day of the retreat!"

Jeongin puts his arm around you, pulling you close so you can rest your head on his shoulder. It's obvious to everyone in the room that you both are in love.

"So, how does it feel to wake up as a girlfriend?" Courtney asks you.

You let out a low chuckle and glance at him before answering, "It feels so good."

Courtney shifts her attention to him, demanding an answer from Jeongin next.

"It's nice to have more clarity," he honestly answers.

"Wish we had some privacy, actually," you add to his words while linking your arm around him.

Linda adorably coos at the two of you, "Oh, that's so cute."

You and him are not the only ones having the first day of a relationship, Francoise and Kurt also made it official on their date yesterday, except for Keith and Anne.

Well, not everyone can get their happy ending but Jeongin feels grateful to be one of the lucky ones.

"Good morning," Lana chimes for her morning greeting.

"Good morning, Lana!" Everyone replies in unison.

"Welcome to your final day in the retreat!"

"Oh, yeah!" Kurt cheers with his hand fisting the air.

Everyone is just as enthusiastic for today and Kurt represents everyone vocally for that, they're used to his peculiar antics.

"The winner or winners of the $110,000 prize has not been selected yet. Therefore, I encourage you all to use the remaining time to show me and your fellow guests why you deserve to win," Lana informs.

Jeongin almost forgot about the prize money, he even forgot that there's prize money to win in the first place. Oh well, he earns something more valuable than that so even if he didn't win it, he still gained a lot of things from this retreat.

Then he looks at you and feels like a winner already.

JEONGIN: It was only yesterday that I was having these doubts about her and now [exhales] I've gone a bit soft head in the head [grins]

Everyone is spending their last hours in the retreat soaking up the sun including you and him.

Under the shade of the three, you share a lounger with him, resting your back on his chest while he has his arms wrapped around you and enjoying the breathtaking view while cuddling.

Your fingers lightly rub the forearm resting on your stomach and for the first time you feel like things are going to be okay.

"Can't believe I'll be going home with a boyfriend," you delightfully sigh.

You turn your head to look at him, catching him smiling at your words. You take the hand resting on your waist and hold it, lacing it together with yours.

"I haven't been kind of so sure about someone ever but with you, I just allowed myself to let go," you tell him.

Jeongin tilts his head down to face you and he probably sees hearts in your eyes as you look at him. He places his hand in your hair, endearingly brushing it like he always does.

"I'm glad I took that chance. I just..." you pause to let out a sigh because it hurts in a good way to let your emotions out, "I feel really lucky."

He smiles again and draws you closer to him, holding you tightly like you would float away if he didn't.

"How about you stay with me for a while?" He suddenly asks.

You lift your head in response to an unexpected offer, "Do you want me to?"

"Of course, I told you I want you to meet my family and friends," he answers.

He puts your hair to the side and holds it there, "And obviously, I want to spend more time with you."

You melt into his arms again as you imagine what it would be like to know him more and be a bigger part of his life, also can't help to think about being with him.

All these times, you've been casually dating someone knowing that they'll leave at some point but now, finally having that someone who will always be there for you makes you realize that this is what you've been looking for all along.

"And we'll finally be alone together," you sigh in content.

"And do dirty things with you," Jeongin continues with a sly smirk that makes his dimples appear on his cheek.

You bury your head in his neck, suddenly feeling a little worked up just thinking of doing dirty things with him.

"Mmh, can't wait for it," you hum close to his ear.

Jeongin lets his hand wander down to the nape of your neck and then trails the side of your body only to squeeze on the flesh of your waist. You can hear his low breathing as he feels you under his touch.

You look at him and let your hand touch his beautiful face, your fingers eventually swipe over his plump lips and that gets you tempted to kiss it.

"Mmh... want to kiss you," you whisper to him.

Not for the sake that your desire tells you to, you want to kiss him to show how much you like him.

Instead of saying no, Jeongin compensates for not being able to do it by placing a soft kiss on your nose. He holds you tightly as he lands another kiss on your forehead, longer than the previous, a kiss that makes your heart burst open, overflowing with love.

YOU: Before coming to this retreat, I didn't realize how lonely I was and how lonely I've been. It's only now that I feel like I'm not lonely and I feel like I've allowed myself to really love someone.

Everyone is here on the final day of the retreat and about to have, possibly, the last session with Lana in the cabana.

Looking around, he sees that everyone is very much relaxed, in contrast to the previous times they got called to the cabana, tensed and nervous.

Lana shortly chimes in and everyone gasps in delight.

"Hello, everyone."

"Hi, Lana!"

Even the replies are louder and more cheerful than usual. He feels your hand on his and then you place it on your lap, holding it with both hands.

"I have been collecting data since you arrived and have now conducted my final analysis."

"It's coming," Kurt says, rubbing in hands together in anticipation.

He looks around and everyone starts to get nervous again, a different kind where they anticipate getting their names called as one of the finalists.

"While I acknowledge you have all shown great progress, three people in particular stand out for the transformational journey they've been on and one of them will take home the prize."

He can't tell which one going to make it because so many of them have shown so much growth throughout the process so whoever wins, he knows that person deserves it.

"The first finalist is..."

This is the horrible part, just waiting for Lana to announce the names. Jeongin isn't that hopeful that he'll make it but he can't help but feel nervous as well.

"... Bianca"

Everyone gives her a round of applause as Lana makes her stand as a finalist.

"The second finalist is... Francoise."

Another round of applause is also given to Francoise who covers her mouth with both hands, still in disbelief that she got chosen as a finalist.

"The third finalist is..."

You squeeze his hand even harder than before as Lana is about to announce the last finalist.

"...Jeongin."

JEONGIN: A bit surprised but I'm so happy to know that my progress was recognized. I'm proud of myself.

The second you hear his name, you squeal out of reflex and press a kiss on his cheek, then you hurriedly wipe the lipstick mark as he has to get up as a finalist.

"That's my boy," you proudly queal behind him, watching him stand with the other two finalists and feeling proud of him.

"Bianca, Francoise, and Jeongin, one of you will be leaving the retreat with the prize fund," Lana says.

It's a win for you too despite Lana only calling his name. You both went through so much and you both grew from facing them together, especially him, you see how much he's changed.

"To the rest of you, while you have not been selected as finalists, you have been on a journey of self-discovery and growth. Throughout your time at the retreat, you have got to know your fellow guests deeply and meaningfully. The decision for who will win lies with all of you."

It would be nice for him to win the money too but even if he didn't, you'll still be proud that Jeongin shows so much growth that Lana thinks he deserves to be in that position.

"Bianca, Francoise, and Jeongin, please leave the cabana while the voting takes place."

Jeongin bends down to give you a quick hug before leaving with the other two to leave the cabana per Lana's instruction.

YOU: It's a no-brainer, my vote goes to my man [smiles] Even though I didn't get to be with him from day one, I'm watching him leave as a man [whispers] which I helped to mold [chuckles]

Jeongin gets to see you for a bit before you have to leave for the beach for the final party in the retreat.

He gives you a tight hug and gives you a quick kiss on the neck, "I'll see you there."

You nod and return the kiss with a peck on the cheek, "Good luck," you say with a soft scratch on the nape of his neck.

Jeongin has to wait with Bianca and Francoise in the dressing until they get a cue from the staff.

"Wow! One of us is going to win that 110k!" Bianca says with a shocked smile.

"It could have been 200k," Francoise playfully adds.

Jeongin laughs, feeling called out because he took part in the money deduction.

"Oh, well..." he embarrassingly adds with a touch to his ear.

When it's time to go, Jeongin repeatedly takes deep breaths to keep calm and struts his way down to the beach with the cameras filming every move he makes.

Everyone is cheering when the three finalists enter the party but Jeongin just can't wait to be with you again. You smile as he sits next to you, immediately fixing the collar of his shirt for him.

"Looking like a million bucks," you praise with admiration in your eyes.

This is why he needs you, you know how to make him feel comfortable without trying too hard. You link your arm around him as Lana lights up in the center.

"Good evening, everyone," Lana opens.

"Good evening, Lana," you both reply at the same time with smiles on your faces.

"During your time at the retreat, you have broken my rules 16 times," Lana informs.

"Oopsie!" Francoise responds.

"Sorry, Lana," you adorably shout at the cone with a grin.

"However, over the course of your stay, I have observed you all commit to the process, acknowledge your failings, and show your significant change."

Jeongin is not that hopeful that he'd win the money but the closer he gets to the winner reveal, the more he can't calm down.

"The time has come to announce the winner of the $110,000 prize."

JEONGIN: Whatever happens, I had the best time of my life here and I've found a girl that I want to be with, and that's more than I could ask [smiles]

"Finalists, please stand up," Lana instructs.

Jeongin looks nervous so you give his hand a squeeze before he gets up from his seat and keeps holding it for a moment to let him know that you're there for him.

"Your fellow retreat guests have voted and I have the results. The person in third place is..."

Tension is building in the space as everyone is anticipating the result of who the winner is. On your lap, you have all of your fingers crossed for Jeongin.

"... Francoise."

Even though she ended up in third place, she deserves another round of applause for having the most growth out of everyone in the retreat.

"Thank you, guys," she sweetly says while blowing kisses to everyone.

"Bianca and Jeongin, one of you have been chosen to check out of the retreat with the prize fund."

Your chest is tightening and your heart is beating so fast that you can hear it in your ears.

"The person leaving with $110,000 is..."

It gets quiet in here except for the sound of the waves lapping in the background. You clasp your hands together on your lap waiting for Lana to call out the name of the winner but you can almost feel that Jeongin is going—

"... Bianca."

YOU: I'm a little disappointed that Jeongin didn't win but I couldn't be happier for Bianca. She is the true winner [applauds]

Jeongin goes to Bianca to congratulate her first before coming up to you and embracing each other. He didn't win but he doesn't feel disappointed, not even a bit.

"Oh, I'm so proud of you," you mutter as you hold him tight and place a long kiss on his cheek.

He has so much to thank you and mostly for helping him become who he is today, a changed man.

"Thank you," he mutters to you with a kiss on your jaw.

You both join everyone as they celebrate Bianca's win, letting her pop open a bottle of champagne only to spray it at everyone.

He quickly shields you with his body and ends up getting his shirt stuck to his back while you're laughing into his chest.

Lana chimes once again to deliver one last announcement, "Your time at the retreat is over and the rules no longer apply."

Jeongin wastes no time to put his hands around your head and leans in, placing his lips on you. He tries to convey his gratitude with a slow, intimate kiss that successfully makes you sigh against his lips.

"I'm so thankful for you," he tells you because that's all he can say to you for now.

You coo and peck his lips, "And I'm thankful for you."

Jeongin kisses you again and this time, he lets himself go. He pours all of his feelings into the kiss, ignoring the celebration happening around him and even the fireworks that go off in the night sky, for Jeongin doesn't need anything else but you.

YOU: [Sighs] It's a happy ending!

JEONGIN: [Looks at you] Ready to have some chocolate Maltesers tonight?

YOU: [Squeals]

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tojivu · 3 months

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Helloo!! I've came across ur fics a few times and it never fail to makes me smile, and I have an idea from scrolling on tiktok for a whole week, I'm not sure if ur reqs are still open... But may I request the orange peel theory with jjk men n boys? Your pick on who u want to write in that scenario! If ur req is close pls ignore this! Thank you and I hope you have an amazing day!

the things i do for you ! ⋆ jjk men

the orange peel theory ˖ gojo, geto, toji, nanami.

an. honestly i'm still kind of ??? on what exactly is the orange peel theory but i'm assuming it's just acts of service? im so sorry if its wrong LOL pls i don't keep up with tiktok......

an ii. ok i did end up getting the prompt wrong but i hope yall like this anyway..

cw. sfw. f!reader. not proofread. acts of service.

playing. lovesong by beabadoobee.

GOJO SATORU is a familiar face at the local coffee shop down the block — and no, it's not because he keeps raiding their cheesecake displays. he much prefers the ones across the street; he only comes by this particular one to pick up your favourite coffee.

"toru, could you get something for me at the coffee place?"

"yeah, i can," he hums. "what do you need, baby?"

it's actually only a 5 minute walk, and you never told satoru your order. it was too specific that you were sure he would forget; so you just told him to buy an iced latte and be quick with it. after all, you could never go wrong with such a basic drink.

"'s okay, baby," he presses a quick kiss to your cheek, confident he would not come back home with a boring latte. "i'll get you something even better."

"please don't. your taste in coffee is terrible — no, forget it, i can just go by myself later." you groan, wriggling around in the sheets of your bed to find that warm spot in the blankets; satoru was up since 6am, and you've only just opened your eyes.

"oh, no need for that," your boyfriend smirks: almost too creepily. "i have great taste! both in coffee and women—"

you smack his arm, using your hands to gesture a shoo-ing motion. you weren't conscious enough to tolerate satoru's gross flirtations. his eyebrows furrow and lips pout, quickly planting another kiss on your forehead before standing up. he scrambles through the desk drawer for his sunglasses — eventually finding them and leaving the house.

little did you know that your boyfriend has your order memorised — it was a small order, not that difficult to remember. satoru didn't think it was necessary to make you get up and grab it yourself; he had legs, and he liked the fresh air, too. plus, he knows he'll get to see you smile first thing when you wake up; perhaps you might give him one of those kisses on the forehead that he loves so much.

you thought he would have called you lazy for not getting up — he would be offended you think so little of him if you admitted that. satoru sees your sleepy face, hears your peaceful snores and he thinks he would rather die by impalement than wake you.

when satoru returns, you're still tucked into bed and fast asleep. he leaves the coffee on the nightstand before kneeling down and leaving the third kiss of the day, right on your lips — and it's then that he realises that you have him so in love that he's willing to spend $8.95 every morning for the rest of his life on overpriced coffee.

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GETO SUGURU holds the most romantic date nights, but there's only one thing you don't particularly enjoy — that being there's always so much walking involved.

yes, you think the opportunity to just take a breath and link pinkies with suguru is nice; it's just that your shoes tend to undo themselves no matter how many bunny ears you tie. your laces have been through war — the plastic aglets have been long lost and the loose string is practically just that. they're starting to pull apart from eachother that you consider just wearing heels for the next few dates until you find better ones.

"we just need to turn the corner—"

suguru's words are cut off by your sighs. you look down at your shoelaces and they are once again untied; the pout on your lips make his curve upward, after he lets out a sigh of his own.

"i really need to get you new shoes," suguru mutters. "they've definitely been through it."

"can you tie them for me?"

it's a simple request that gets suguru on one knee, dress pants stained by the concrete dust, as you patiently wait for him to finish tying the knots he's so skilled at.

"the ones you tie never come out."

"that's a lie," suguru says, his voice a little muffled with the distance between your heads. his rough fingers miss the loop and he opts to restart the knot. "i tied them before we left the house, and look at them now."

your face flushes at that. he sees through your lie like glass — you were always so easy to read.

"i just like the way you tie them, sugu. plus, they only untied because i redid them myself."

"yeah, i think it's because i don't tie them like a preschooler," suguru teases — he ties the knot tightly and stands up. "you should learn how to tie them the right way, baby."

you shake your head, and he raises an eyebrow at your reaction. his left pinky reaches for yours again, before you two start to walk once more.

"why do i need to learn if i have you?"

there's silence for a bit, nothing but cars honking and chattering from the people enjoying the nightlife just as you were — you almost retract your statement when suguru looks at you expectantly.

"is that so?" suguru chuckles at your response. "i guess you're right."

you giggle at his seemingly sarcastic reply — but you don't see the way he smiles, the way the tips of his ears burn, nor do you hear the loud thumping of his heart that tell he is being serious.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO doesn't know what small is.

well, everything about him is big — his body, his mind, his bank account, his heart.

it took you awhile to figure that last one out, though. toji always does the big things. the extravagant, flaunting, costly things. it's only small to him, and it often takes you a lot of convincing to get him to not spend hefty amounts of cash on you.

he feels it's necessary, to take care of his sweet girl like any man should — toji knows nobody can pamper you as well as he does, so he makes sure his money is spent wisely in making you feel safe and content.

you don't know how to tell him that there's no need for all of it, that you just want him to be with you — it's only until one day when you're coughing and sneezing in bed that you have to, after toji's constant pestering about hiring a family doctor.

"tch, baby," toji's voice echoes throughout the spacious bedroom. "shit—you're burning up."

"i'm fine," your voice is hoarse, nose crinkling at the incoming sneeze. "achoo!—"

he frowns, and the scar on his lip shifts downward. he sits on the edge of the bed, thick fingers moving stray hairs away from your face. "told ya we shouldn't have gone last night."

you shake your head. "it was your friend's birthday."

"does it matter, [name]?" he sounds stern. he only ever acts strict with you when he's really worried. "y'were already falling sick yesterday."

you reach for the box of tissues, fingers trying to reach inside the packaging for another piece, but you seem to have used all of them up — the 3rd time today.

"can you stay home, toji?"

it's one simple request that has him nodding. if you didn't mention it, he thinks he would've forgotten all about work — toji was much too worried to let you stay home alone, while a random doctor he hires on the day of attends to you. he much rather take care of you himself.

"i think i'll fuckin' have to," toji answers, frown plastered on his face out of pure worry; he has no idea how happy his reply makes you — you were more than comfortable with the idea of him taking care of you. "'m too worried to let you be alone."

"thank you, toji," you smile up at him and he feels his face burn up, so much that he thinks he feels hotter than you; "you always take such good care of me."

he always does. there was no doubt about it.

it's then that toji fushiguro stands up, his feet quick in making it's way to the bathroom to prepare a cold towel to plaster on top of your forehead. his actions are quick, wanting to make you feel better as soon as possible; your pale lips and tired eyes worried him more than he'd like to admit.

he ends up cooking the worst chicken noodle soup ever, but you chug it down with a grateful smile and a kiss to toji's cheek.

"fuck," he mumbles, sounding almost annoyed. "think i'm gonna get a fever now, too."

the smirk on his face tells you everything, though — at least now he knows money can't buy this.

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NANAMI KENTO is the type of man to do as you please, whenever you please, even if it's something you didn't even ask for.

he loves to see the smile on your face, the way your eyes sparkle when he agrees to help you with something just because you want him to — he can never get sick of the way your voice thanks him.

this is especially true in times of emergency.

it's a friday night and you're having dinner with nanami, legs crossed underneath the marbled tabletop — your silk emerald green dress flows perfectly, hugs your body just right; you think you did a good job picking it out today.

nanami had a range of activities planned out for tonight. it was your anniversary — dinner, then a film festival, then whatever surprise he kept a secret after.

you didn't try to snoop this time, genuinely thrilled to have such a special night with your lover; you were always one to love surprises, especially the ones from nanami.

beautiful, slow tempo jazz plays in the italian restaurant — you feel like you're from a different time, enjoying such authentic food.

"ken," you smile. "you should try some of this."

he doesn't respond for a bit. he's been looking at you with dreamy eyes, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lip; it's not until you giggle that he snaps out of whatever state he was just in.

"sorry, darling," nanami clears his throat. "you just look absolutely breathtaking tonight."

you physically feel the blood rush to your cheeks, too fast that it's almost embarrassing: kento truly knew how to fluster you.

you spin the fork in your hand clockwise, picking up a ball of pasta. "do i not look breathtaking every night?"

nanami chuckles, fingers controlling the knife sawing away at the steak that sits ready on his plate. "stop teasing. you know i think you're beautiful every second—"

plop.

your eyes widen, feeling a damp spot on your thigh. your fork suddenly feels lighter, and your eyes dart down to your dress that now has a patch of spaghetti sauce.

your eyes forcefully close shut in embarrassment, fingers rubbing your temples as you sigh.

"shit," you curse under your breath. "i'm sorry, kento."

he smiles, shaking his head. "what are you apologising for? you didn't drop it on purpose."

nanami sees the frown that drags your smile away, and he feels his heart sink. he knows you really loved that dress — and so he asks you to just enjoy your meal and that he'll make something work.

it's then that his plan derails, just a little. you two are running late to the film festival, but he couldn't think of any better solution.

"wait a little, okay?"

nanami parks the car, and his feet quickly lead him out and into the mall for a little over 10 minutes — when he returns, it's with a black bag with gold printed letters.

oddly familiar, you think.

he steps into the driver's seat, shuts the door and opens the bag: it's the same dress you're wearing, just in a different colour — blue.

nevertheless, you can't help the smile that creeps up on your face. "ken.. you really didn't—"

"yes, i had to." he interrupts. "i know it's not green, but i hope it's okay."

"thank you, love." you say, voice too sweet that nanami remembers all the reasons he does these things for you — he thinks he'll never get tired of it.

020224 — happpyy february ! also i think nanami's one is a little ermm but we rock we roll life moves on yolo :( i got lazy towards the end but i tried Okay

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brooooswriting · 1 year

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Hi! Can I pls request Wednesday x female!reader where reader gives Wednesday a scorpion plushy? I just think it’d be really cute, or as cute as it can be with Wednesday😅❤️

My first Wednesday story😱😱

A Plushy?!

You loved giving gifts, it was your way of showing love. You constantly got Enid new nail polish, Yoko some sunglasses, for Thing you bought new hand cream and every now and then you got some things for Ajax and Bianca when they reminded you of them.

So it was no surprise to anyone when you just had to buy the black scorpion plushy. It was so cute, yet so dark and scary, plus it reminded you of the pet she had when she was a kid. Enid thought the same as you and couldn’t wait to see Wednesdays reaction.

“My love” you called out as you and Enid walked into the dorm to find the black haired girl tipping at her typewriter. “You came back rather quickly” it wasn’t the nicest greeting but hey? You decided to walk into her writing hour. “How long are you gonna keep writing?” You asked as you sat on her bed next to Thing who gave you a nail polish. “20 minutes then I’m all yours” the last part was quieter and barely audible but it still made you smile. “Alright, I’ll paint Things nails in that time”

You were really giddy the whole time signing to Thing what you bought Wednesday and he couldn’t stop “laughing” afterwards. “Thing! That’s not funny! Do you think she’ll hate it!? Maybe I shouldn’t give it to her?!” You never really gifted Wednesday something personal as you were rather scared of her reaction. Sure you got her black nail polish, new black sheets or something like that but never something personal.

“Shouldn’t give me what?” Being so into overthinking you hadn’t noticed that Wednesday stood up and came to you. “I - uhm - well, I got you something… it’s y.. you know- nothing great but…” you started to ramble while getting her present.

Wednesday was confused at first but couldn’t help but beam at the present and even more importantly, you. Sure, she always was this hard, dark and not really friendly person but when it came to you? She was pudding in your hands and the fact that you still remembered the story she told you? It made her little black heart beat faster than it should. “This is certainly something” was the first thing she said, her voice kinda rough. Enid and Thing took that as a sign to leave.

The moment the door closed Wednesdays behavior changed. “He’s really dark, I adore him. Thank you” she mumbled as she sat next to you on her bed, both of your backs against the headrest and the scorpion on her lap.

“Well, he reminded me of what you told me from Nero. I know you don’t really wanna talk about all that but we all need some things that remind us of the past” you told her as you shifted a bit closer. “I don’t know if I want something that reminds me of a time where I wasn’t with you” what came out of you mouth shocked the both of you but at the same time you knew that she meant it. “Well, you have to keep him now, if we bring him back he’ll be sad” you told her laying down on the bed and pulling her with you.

“We won’t bring him back. But You’re kidding right?” You grinned and cuddled into her side, between you two laying the black scorpion plushy. “If Enid gets wind of this, I will kill you and her” Wednesday threatened you which made you giggle while put a hand on your cheek. Softly kissing your lips she mumbled another thanks.

You stayed in her dorm until it got late and Principal Weems appeared in Wednesday’s dorm causing the both of you two separate. “Miss Y/n, thought I’d find you here” said the tall woman as you smirked up at her. “I’m already leaving, I’ll see you tomorrow Wens” you said as you stood up, “good night, Cara Mia” she mumbled to you as you walked out.

“Good Night Wednesday”

“Good Night Principal Weems”

Before the door closed completely her head appeared again with a knowing grin. “Cute plushy by the way”

Let’s just say Wednesday has never been so embarrassed, but hey everything for the girl she loved.

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