#I saw an ask about this and scrolled literally all morning between work to find it

[saiidahyunie]

worth it

minatozaki sana x reader ; fluff fluff fluff 

synopsis: you’re sick, and sana will do anything to nurse you back to being healthy again. 

wc: 2k

a/n: to the anon that got jealous because of this, don't worry because this sana ver. is made just for you!

—

you were literally fine the day before, but all of a sudden your body just started to hurt. 

having to leave work early was already bad as it is, but as soon after you got home, your stomach started to feel funny—it also didn’t help that your head was throbbing with a headache for most of the morning. 

after a quick trip to the bathroom that saw the contents of your chipotle order down the toilet bowl, you had to raise the white flag for today as you changed into the most comfortable clothes that you could find, slot yourself in the warm comfy bed, and have a cold wet towel draped over your head in an effort to try to sleep off the effects of the medication you took after your sudden throw up sesh.

your eyes slowly open to the sound of the doors opening and closing in your house, catching the attention of the bedroom door being swung open to see your girlfriend walk in the room with two cups of hot tea. you propped yourself against the headboard of the bed, taking off the damp hand towel that was over your forehead as sana places both of the cups next to you on the nightstand. 

“you’re up early.” you mutter to her, softly smiling as sana places her hand on your forehead to check your temperature as she pouts her lips at your tired state. 

“wanted to make something warm for you, good for the body.” sana replies while holding your hands, rubbing her thumb across your knuckles as you turn away to cough out the annoying mucus that was congested up in your lungs. 

“how long was i out for?” you ask sana as she hands you the cup of honey ginseng tea. 

“i got your text around three, and i went to get some stuff after work.” sana replies in between sips of the cups of tea together, humming in approval of how good it tasted despite being piping hot.

“i came back home to see you already sleeping, so i let you be and knocked out on the couch for the night.” 

you let the back of your head hit the headboard lightly after she told you that she had to sleep outside and away from you. you missed your girlfriend’s presence in the bed sleeping peacefully next to you, giving a sad expression, looking down at your hands as sana lifts your head up to comfort you. 

“sorry for getting sick, it sucked being alone here on the bed without you.” you mumble as sana softly laughs at your apology. 

“it’s okay y/n, everyone has to get sick once in a while, so maybe it won’t happen the next time.” 

you giggle. 

sana then stands up, leaning forward to give you a kiss on your forehead, stopping her with your hand as she pauses her movement for a second. 

“i don’t think you should kiss me right now, you might get sick too.” 

sana whines through her closed lips, “fine.” retracting herself as she grabs the two empty cups from the nightstand. 

“i called off work for today, so i will be in your personal care, my lovely patient.” she playfully says, nodding at her pledge for the day, walking backward out of the room and to the kitchen.

—

spending the day without work left you antsy to do something about it, but with sana at home with you, you told yourself that it wouldn't be so bad as she made it her mission to pamper you back to full health. 

she comes back with a small tray of the familiar aroma of food that captured your nostrils while you just sat on the bed scrolling through the various group chats of your job, replying to emails and texts about certain projects and deadlines. 

“aw for me?” you ask out as sana laughs, approaching closer to place the tray on your lap. the wooden tray was plated with a nice small batch of scrambled eggs, two slices of french toast, and half of a mango. there were your go-to foods for a good breakfast so your heart melted at the effort that sana did, applauding quietly at her cooking creation. 

“breakfast in bed for the sick person!” sana says proudly as she hands you a fork, digging into the eggs first, your tongue tasting the nicely seasoned pieces as it swiftly went down your mouth, taking a swig of the bottled water that sana had grabbed from the mini fridge that was at your desk downstairs. 

sana then grabs one piece of the french toast, splitting it in half for a quick bite as she hums in approval of her own cooking, you kitting your brows together as you just watched your girlfriend steal a piece of the food that was made specifically just for you. 

“i was gonna eat that after you know.” you complain as sana just shrugs her shoulders, sitting on the edge of the bed as she just watches you continue to eat with so much love and care in her eyes and body language, tasting the delicious food.

“you’re such a good cook sana.” you compliment her by finishing the last bits of your food on the plate. 

“i try my best, but i appreciate the positive feedback.” sana responds as she takes the wooden tray away from your lap, walking back out before you stop her again.

“wait!” 

sana then turns around as you were about to get off from the bed. 

“since you’re not working, can we do whatever we want today? just at home?” 

sana happily nods at your request, “i have a few things that we can do today baby, just let me put this back and i’ll come back to you.” 

“okay!” you beam out like a little kid as sana giggles at the sight of you kicking your feet together off the bed as she heads her way out to the kitchen. 

—

you usually don’t like spending your day at home, mostly because you want to keep yourself moving and if you’re not able to do that, your overall mood and energy would be at an all time low. 

the long hours were spent doing numerous activities with sana. first you laid in bed cuddling with her watching the new percy jackson series on disney plus. sana being the hardcore percabeth shipper even though they were just covering the first book but she read the entire series along with you so she was happy that they had the cute moments regardless.

after, you two migrated to the living room where you and sana finally finished that lego flower bouquet set that was a gift from mina for sana’s birthday. you laughed while you watched sana struggle separating a lego piece because of her slightly long acrylic nails.

“this stupid lego piece is annoying!” sana groaned out as she handed it to you to try, taking it off seamlessly just by gripping the piece with your fingertips. sana scowls while you had a dumb smile spread across your face.

“that should be it for the set.” you say, putting the last petal of one of the flowers together, layingthe final product flat on the table. “want me to make dinner for you babe? i owe you for that breakfast in bed special.” 

sana softly smiles at your offer, humming out loud as her way of saying yes.

“you sure you can cook, even if you’re still sick?” 

“i’m almost back to full health, now that i’ve spent most of the day with you.” 

—

sana sits across from you as she watches you work your magic in the kitchen, the pan blowing a small flame as she’s left in astonishment, lips salivating at the thought of what you might be cooking for her. you step away, letting the food rest for a bit as sana looks at you with those big brown boba eyes of her, lips pouting as she was getting hungry by the second. 

“aw baby, it’s almost done. i just have something to ask for you.” you say comfortingly, palm placed flatly on sana’s cheek, her hand over yours as she tilts her head like a sad puppy. 

“what is it y/n?” 

“go wait in the bedroom for me, i’ll serve the food to you there.” 

sana listens to your request as she steps away from the dining table, heading to the bedroom as she turns the tv back on to watch spy x family. 

—

sana finishes the last five minutes of the episode as she sees you walk in with a silver tray, loaded up with what you were cooking and she is left in surprise at the main course you presented. 

“is that!?” 

“a little bit of lobster and crab. your favorite.” you answer, placing the tray on the bed, next to your girlfriend as she places a cloth in her shirt to cover. 

you crack a crab leg, letting the white meat simmer in the smoke before feeding it to sana, her eyes closing as she clearly likes the crab and lobster you cooked while continiously handing her small pieces for her to eat. 

“tasty?” 

sana hums in approval as the two of you finish the rest of the food that’s left on the plate. you two talked about sana’s work day after she got the news from you that you got sick. rambling on about helping a nice old lady outside the market that was nursing three kittens, insisting that she had a friend who can take them off her hands. 

you couldn’t help but fall in love a little harder for her when she finished up her story, eyes beaming with so much joy and hope while sitting next to her, indulging in her flawless features as she meets your eyes, face flushing as you continue to gaze at sana with laser focus. 

“the story isn’t all that but i’m glad that you’re invested babe.” 

“how could i not be, it’s one of the many things that i love about you.” 

sana’s gaze softens as she scoots herself over to you, placing her lips loosely on your jaw, pushing her away, still worried that your sickness might get on her.

“sana.” you tease, “i know you’re deprived of my lips on yours but please, i don’t want you to get sick.” 

sana lifts herself off of you as she lingers her fingers on your hand, slightly sad as she knows the temporary restriction of your condition. 

“not even one kiss?” sana asks, her eyes and lips turning into that pleading face—the same exact emoji that she would spam while texting you, furrowing your brows together with cheeks bunched up, trying your hardest not to smile. 

“fine, just a couple times.” you surrender as sana jumps at you, peppering your face with her lips, composing yourself as long as you could but laugh at her smooth hands hold your face in place. 

“sana! o-okay i get it stop–ah!” you tried to break free from sana’s pressuring body. sana not stopping her relentless tethering as she guides your lips to hers for another longing smooch. sana leans back with content, flashing a mushy smile, sinking back into the covers as sana cleans up the tray with the cracked shells of the crab and lobster. 

“i was missing one thing from you, but i feel better now.” sana says to you as she plants a kiss on your forehead.

“you’re a handful, but i love you.” 

—

not even a week later, and you couldn’t help but smile walking down the hallway to the bedroom door. opening it to a greeting sneeze as you see sana on the bed, blowing her nose with a napkin as she obviously looks congested.

you sit right beside sana, handing her the big cup of honey tea she gave you last time. chuckling as sana drinks up the lukewarm beverage.  

“so was kissing me while being sick worth it?” 

sana looks at you with her eyes half closed, faintly smiling as she sniffles again scrunching her face cutely.

“totally y/n, and i’d do it again and again.” 

#saiiidahyunee #twice x reader #kpop x reader #twice imagines #twice fluff #sana x reader #twice sana #minatozaki sana

[the-type-a]

was doing an OTP prompt generator and found this gem

Courtney trying to mooch off of Duncan's wifi and jokingly putting their own name in as the password, then being shocked that it actually works and they're now connected to Duncan's wifi...

No because that’s just so funny?? Imagine they haven’t admitted their feelings toward one another and then that happens 💀 she’s so embarrassed but secretly loving it.

Of course I wrote a little drabble for it too!

—

Courtney and Duncan had been neighbors for some time now. No, they weren’t the best of friends, but their mutual friends did force them to spend more time together. So much, that within a year everyone basically traveled between apartments. Courtney was known for hosting almost any game night, football night, and just the main one to have everyone over without question. Duncan was more known for his parties, courtesy of his roommate Geoff.

The brunette was in the middle of finishing her final year paper when all of a sudden the page blocked her out. She groaned as she refreshed her docs, only to be greeted with that annoying little dinosaur running in the desert.

“Our wifi is out!” Courtney yelled across the room. Her roommate, Bridgette, was in charge of paying it for the month, “Did you forget to pay it?” She asked, looking up from her screen.

“Sorta. I’m sorry! I’ll call tomorrow morning.” Her friend said. She had a habit of forgetting important things, but she meant well.

“Bridgette, I have to finish this paper! What am I supposed to do?”

Courtney didn’t have time to run over to the library. She needed to find a solution before midnight.

“You could go next door.” Bridgette said as she pointed toward the door.

“Absolutely not! What do I look like asking Duncan for a favor?”

“You act like he wouldn’t immediately give you anything.”

“This again? Please. He doesn’t like me like that, and thank God for it.” Courtney said matter of factly.

“Suuurree.” Bridgette said, dragging the word out. It wasn’t a secret that Duncan and Courtney had some type of connection. Regardless if either did not wanted to admit it. She continued, “Maybe the apartment has free wifi?”

Courtney clicked the right side of her laptop screen. Various wifi names popped up, including the buildings. She looked at the corner and noticed a locked icon, great. She scrolled down further just in case anything popped up. No luck, but she did recognize her neighbors wifi labeled as SkullRockstar, how original.

“Nope, but I see the boys wifi here.”

“Do you want me to ask for you?” Bridgette asked. If Courtney was going to let her pride and feelings get in the way she would gladly do it.

“No, I can figure out the password. How hard could it be?”

“Knowing Duncan it’s probably your name.” Bridgette said jokingly. She saw Courtney’s cheeks turn red at the idea before shaking her head and glaring daggers at her.

“Very funny, Bridgette.”

“I bet you five dollars it is.”

“I don’t gamble.” Courtney said sternly.

The blonde girl rolled her eyes. Of course Courtney would think any type of bet was unethical. It was all in good fun, it’s not like they were actually at a casino.

“Court, it’s literally five bucks.”

“Fine.” Courtney said after thinking about it for a minute. It would be an easy win anyway. She clicked the boy's wifi and wrote her name into the box. “Prepare to give me those— oh.”

Bridgette ran over and checked the screen. There it was, a green check mark meaning they were in. Courtney was in shock while Bridgette was holding back her laugh, holding her hand out for her prize. Courtney rolled her eyes and paid her friend. A bet's a bet after all.

#duncney #td courtney #td duncan #total drama courtney #total drama duncan #td bridgette #total drama bridgette #small drabble

[kpophubb]

(｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡ 12:20am ✉️#4

original song 🎧

my guilty pleasure these days

for you > 🔥

LOVEU SUNSHINE ☀️ thank y for always blighting my days

🐁 🥱 😴 🫂

ꕺ♡ 💌 : ….𝕿𝖔 𝙼𝚈 нуυηวιη … ꕺ♡

♡…hello baby🥺🫶🏻💗 I love hearing from you so much especially when you write super long letters..it fills me with joy to read each line. I love being talked to. I always open asks first thing in the morning so they always brighten up my day. And don’t feel burdened naurr that I always have to spend time replying to all your lines 😭 it’s just that I love paying attention to every detail <3 I’m a small things person. And yk I faced this myself when I talk about various things and the other person only replies to a few topics and ignores the other ones..I feel hurt ( ¿ ) like yk sometimes I leave some important feelings in those ignored topics..ofc I don’t blame them cause I talk TOO MUCH at a time but yeah I don’t wanna come off as that insensitive to anyone else 💔 thus I pay attention to each word you say cause I never know which one weighs how much value to you. 🤍

♡…and oh that anon T-T nah babes, don’t worry I didn’t think of anything tbh. Sometimes misinterpretation happens bc we have different perspectives and are different individuals so it really is okay. As long as I’m clear and not misunderstood I’m fine with it. Huh..and about my bestie 🫶🏻 yep lol nth happened between us I was just worried of being distanced due to physical separation but that’s fine now! I can totally understand about the mutual bias thing🥲 I love being mutual biased with my friends when it comes to jungwon but uhm..,, you know I kinda feel sad if I ever make a jake biased friend OFC NOT BC HE IS MINE OR IM DELUSIONAL NO HE ISN’T AND WILL NEVER BE, but some part of me stings :( bc I realize how my love for him is so inferior and he’s loved by many other Incredible people and that makes my feelings feel small and invalid 💔 just normal human emotions bc I’m too attached to him..

♡…I’d love to have a pajama party with you omg😭 I love comfy late night sleepovers, we will have lots of snacks, cookies and chocolates and use a lot of skincare and give eachother manicure 💅 and pedicures lol. And pls let’s try to bake brownies and talk a lot about kpop and life. 🤍 it’d be GOALS, I REPEAT LITERAL GOALS to have a pajama party w hyunlix and us 😍🙈 aahh, just thinking about it makes me giddy. And haha I know you love soobinie, if we bring him let’s bring beomgyu too😈 bc I love his sense of humour and he makes me laugh sm. (tho the party will turn into utter chaos in 1 second if we bring him lol.)

♡…about the face reveal thing NO BABY I didn’t mean to make u scroll, I did them many times and put them up for some time so I asked bc I was wondering if you saw THEN. I didn’t mean finding out now 😭 I’m so sorry that due to the miscommunication I wasted so much of your time 💔

♡…I can understand hun, cause I always feel like shit before my period comes. My stomach and back hurt and I feel so negative and emotional, I always end up crying so much. And the health complications and mood swings you said :( awh my poor baby. Pls take extra care of yourself when u go through the tough week. 💗 you deserve to be fed and patted when you feel sick like that, I wish I could take care of u all the time. <3

♡…about the making friends in your 20’s thing, it’s kinda upsetting to admit but a friend in 20’s is never a guarantee. You know, we all get so busy with life- work, academics, responsibilities and so many complex emotions that we can’t bond that deeply with people then. Ofc some people do end up making genuine soulmate friends in their 20’s and they’re lucky. But I feel like the high school and childhood friends you grow and glow with, they know you deeply and have been through your highs and lows that’s why they’re your more real friends. Idk this is just my opinion.

♡…ikr..my way to escape is kpop too. I always feel so welcomed by my idols, I always find so much validation and feel so accepted and loved by them. It’s like coming home after a tiring day, and tho it’s stupid to many people who think how can we find comfort in people who don’t even know we exist, idk how to explain them this peaceful feeling of being able to rest when you’re in their presence. They’re the place of healing for me 🫶🏻 :’) and pls people are SO MEAN when it comes to kpop istg. (It is sometimes bc of the toxic twt fan behaviours and wars that influence people outside kpop to think that kpop is all about drama and obsessed delusional fans) but you know I hate it when people judge kpop idols based on their looks,, calling them “girly” and shit. They really piss me off. No wonder I never tell or reveal anyone I like kpop (not cause I’m not proud of it IM SO PROUD OF ALL MY IDOLS) but bc I do not want to attract negative comments and then argue baselessly with antis who never understand. I’ve been in this kinda discrimination since forever, cause I grew up liking anime and I heard so many criticism for it calling anime “Japanese cartoons” and calling people who like it “childish and nerdy.” I mean, I feel like all the hate towards Asian subjects exist because they’re Asian. You know the Asian racism in the world that I find really meaningless to begin with.

♡…omg that kinda Valentine’s Day would have been perfect 🥺 I bet hyunnie would show up with a painting he made specially for you with a love note 💗 and roses. How cute. You’d be laughing you said,, but had the one I loved shown up with roses for me, I’d be weeping instantly. First I’d be in shock, bc I don’t think anyone would ever bring me my fav flowers for me without me telling them to and that too..on Valentine’s Day. And second, being shown love gestures from the one you love unconditionally must be so special.. I don’t know how that would have felt but today I woke up to Jake’s posts and pictures and I already feel like the happiest and best thing to walk on this planet earth bc I’ve been smiling nonstop and feel so happy🥹

♡… also anonie there’s kinda a special secret I want to tell u maybe someday! Like show u something special about myself that means a lot to me 💗🙈🥰 and if you don’t mind me asking baby, I’m turning 20 this year; what age are you turning this year? (FEEL FREE TO NOT ANSWER IF YOU DONT WANT TO OR FEEL UNCOMFORTABLE HUN)

♡…pls baby don’t type as you walk🥺 I feel so scared what if you bump into a car or person and get hurt 💔 you might even attract creepy stalkers or a phone thief if you’re too distracted!! T-T (I pray that never happens) and ikr. Men🙄 I don’t trust them at all. I know there are some good men in this world, but mostly I met and saw around me bad men who just take advantage of you, who pretend to be nice people and then discard you and disregard your feelings. That’s so upsetting that’s why I stay away from them as much as I can. I stay away from PEOPLE in general as much as I can bc people really be scary af😭 </3

♡… HMM OMG ANONIE that’s a super hard question KFC or McDonald’s 😨 I love both so much 😍 it’s like if I get kfc for lunch, I’ll have to get McDonald’s for dinner then and vice versa!! Kfc zinger burgers are the best burgers to exist for me 🫶🏻 but then McDonald’s fries are the tastiest fries in the world so McDonald’s wins by .5 since Fries are my favourite food 🍟 hahahahhahahahahaha. ( they give so much fries and the people I go w/ can never finish theirs, so I remember how everytime I finish the whole tray of fries by myself and rejoice from contentment!! )

♡…and your grandma aww 🥺 I’m so happy to hear baby that you finally got to talk with her! <3 I can understand how hard it must be to stay away from a precious family member and always yearning to be close to them and help them during the worst times. So it fills me with relief that you guys contacted recently! And omg she’s felix biased💗🥹 your grandma and I would get along, huh!! ;) <3 haha the relationship you have w her is so cute. It’s so heart warming to hear you can feel accepted in her presence no matter what and she even approved of her grandson-in-law (our hyunnie so yaay 🎉)

♡…awh baby I can totally get how intimidating a change can seem. But don’t be afraid, okay? Cause changes are sometimes for the better. And don’t fear you’re gonna lose yourself if you try to change..you know the person in the core of your heart is always gonna be the same. 💗 embrace the new challenges and let it mould you into a stronger and more amazing version of you. You’re not becoming someone else. You’re becoming a BETTER VERSION OF YOU. Think of it like that and you will see how relieved you feel.

♡..and baby don’t feel bad or fear about having so many traumas. You see scars and emotional trauma and distress are something that all people have- some have worse some have slightly better but none of that defines us. They are something we never truly recover from, they just become less intense with time bc we just learn to live with them. At one point in your life in the future, you will look back and be glad that you went through certain things and met some certain people who gave u bad feelings cause if you never met them, you’d never be who you are then and you’d never have had turned out the way you would. Perhaps, you’d turn out as a different person and who knows..maybe your life would have been better in the present but in the future it would have been hard bc you wouldn’t be mentally strong enough. All the incidents that happened atleast shaped you into a stronger and wiser person. :’) 💕

♡….idk where you are rn or know exactly the things you went through to get here, but I know it took a lot in you and it was rough. That’s why I keep reminding you again and again that you’re amazing and you’re doing enough, so rest assured baby, cause better things await you. One day, you will be brave enough to brace yourself for coming where you have. 💓 I pray and hope I’m there to applaud 👏🏻 you then.

♡..now just some random fillers at the end. The cookies u attached they look so tasty😭😍 I wanna go nomnom bc they’re making my mouth water..</3 I love choco chip cookies. (AND WHY THE FELIX AB PICTURE WHAT THE HELL I ALMOST SCREAMED) and something I wanted to say at the end bc it feels super special to me..- I love the way you call me sunshine. It makes me feel so validated and appreciated on the inside, cause it’s always been a dream of mine to be someone who can be a light in other people’s lives. I always yearned to be addressed as “sunshine” with love by people dear to me someday, and now that it’s happening, it brims my eyes with the happiest tears. I really, really, really love you. 💛

ꕺ♡ ….💌 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 ƒєℓιχ 🌤️ ꕺ♥︎

[☁️….𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗼𝘁𝗲] ⇘ ♡♡♡

“When I look at you, I feel like I have another reason to live.”

#mia’s asks #stay 💌 #🐁 anonie

[babyboibucky]

The Match - Part 8

Pairing: CEO!Bucky x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: You get a preview of what it’s like to be working with Mackenzie.

Warnings: I apologize as there is no smut in here lmfao but there is a stubborn Bucky lols

A/N: The jitters just never go away whenever I post a new part for this ajkcnjasncakjcnakj I find this part boring tbh but uhh things will start picking up again in the next part I promise

The Match Masterlist || MAIN MASTERLIST

Bucky decided to push through with his partnership with Wilson Enterprises. It was a big one, so it definitely required the entire team's effort and perseverance. Apparently, this is the company's biggest, most major project yet so this was going to look really good in your resume. It would also provide you with more credibility to further excel in your career.

Except that Bucky actually hired a marketing consultant to take over the entire project as his revenge.

"Any questions? About the project or about Kenzie?" Bucky asked, standing in front of the conference room, next to Mackenzie.

You confidently raised your hand when no one else did. Bucky tilted his head, a tiny smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He knew you were affected, of fucking course you were!

"Yes?" he called out.

You stood up and sighed softly, "I mean this in the most respectful way, Mister Barnes." you said, emphasizing his name. "But as the head of marketing, what exactly is my role here? Given that Mackenzie was hired to spearhead the marketing aspect of this project." you said, giving Mackenzie a passive aggressive smile.

"I don't want to overstep on some boundaries here, that's why I'm asking. I just want clarity, that's all." you said.

Bucky was about to respond when Mackenzie stopped him, grabbing his arm and squeezing it before taking over the floor. You narrowed your eyes at how her slender fingers were wrapped around Bucky's arm.

"Honey..." Mackenzie started. "There's nothing to worry about, this is a collaborative work between you and I. So think of yourself as my assistant, someone to help me out with the project." she responded.

Bitch.

"I'm not an assistant, Mackenzie." you said, smiling at her.

Mackenzie laughed, "I'm sorry, my bad. I shouldn't have used that term. Oops." she said. "Although, I believe I have more experience in this area so maybe consider me a mentor?" she suggested.

Bitch!

Bucky cleared his throat, "If you have certain ideas, you can discuss it with her. She is a consultant after all. Given her impressive experience in the field, I'm sure you'll learn a thing or two from her."

The meeting was wrapped up by noon and you simply couldn't wait to get yourself out of the conference room. You didn't feel like talking to Bucky anymore in all honesty, not after what he was doing. You knew this was just to spite you, get you to cave in first and give in to him.

All the more that you wouldn't, especially not when he actually used your job against you.

Everyone started rushing out of the conference room, ready to head out for lunch. As soon as you reached the doorway, you overheard the short conversation between Bucky and Mackenzie.

"Hey Bucky, we still up for lunch?"

-

The bathroom was empty when you stepped inside and thank god for that because you couldn't hold back your emotions any further. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes, not because you were hurt. Fuck no, you were angry and frustrated. So fucking angry at yourself for getting into this mess, at Bucky for being such an entitled prick, at the entire world for plotting against you.

You groaned in irritation as you wiped away your tears, sniffing as you looked at yourself in the mirror.

You worked your ass off for this job, for your position. You risked your dignity when you let Bucky fuck you. You weren't going to let someone take that away from you.

You quickly fixed yourself when the door opened, followed by the loud clacking of someone's heels.

"Omg, are you crying?" Beverly gasped, rushing over to you.

You snickered, "No." you lied, "My eyes are itchy." you huffed out before noticing that Beverly was holding a sandwich in her hand.

"Why did you bring your sandwich here?" you curiously asked.

Beverly shrugged, "The pantry's full and the other girls don't exactly seem to like me...so..."

You shook your head and sighed, "Come with me, let's have lunch out. I need to get out of this fucking place anyway."

"Yay, omg! I knew you were nice! You're like, the only girl who actually talked to me nicely." Beverly said, tagging behind you as you exited the bathroom.

"Oh, there you are!" Mark called out. "I was looking for you. Wanna grab lunch? Oh...who's this?" he asked, noticing the blonde girl trailing behind you.

"I'm Beverly! I'm Sir James' new secretary." she introduced excitedly.

You sighed, "Don't ask me why." you said when Mark turned to you with a confused look, still not sure what happened to Bucky's previous secretary.

"So, lunch out? With Bev?" you asked.

-

You were completely zoning out during lunch despite the ongoing conversation between Mark and Bev, something about yoga? You honestly couldn't care less, not when you were feeling so conflicted about your current situation.

Would Bucky actually go that far just to get you back? Or does he actually hate you for saying no to him and is basically using his authority to make your life a living hell?

"So I heard about the new girl." Mark said, that snapped you out of your trance.

"Huh?" you asked.

"I find it weird for Mister Barnes to hire someone when you're here." Mark pointed out. "I mean, are you okay with that or..."

You snorted, "Fuck no. Look, I'm not gonna be the bigger person here. I was offended as fuck." you admitted.

"Yeah, it's super weird because she was hired through Tinder or something. Is that even legal?" Beverly pointed out as she scrolled through her phone.

You and Mark turned to her abruptly, "Tinder? Wait, what?" you asked.

Beverly chuckled, "I heard them talking this morning and Kenzie was like, 'It's so funny that we matched on Tinder and ended up doing business there you know' and I'm like omg Sir James has Tinder and I have one too but I never saw him there, bummer."

"Motherfucker." you hissed out.

Mark made a face, "Are you okay?" he carefully asked. "You've been really tensed since last week."

Apparently, Bucky never deleted his Tinder and have been swiping right on women. And that's how he met Mackenzie who just happened to be a marketing consultant. Now you were just furious, was he fucking her too? Has he been fucking other women this entire time?

"Hey, Bev..." you said, a plan hatching inside your mind. "Can I ask you a favor?" you asked nicely.

Beverly nodded, "Um duh, you're basically my office BFF now."

"If you ever hear Mister Barnes and Mackenzie talk about hmm, I don't know...something interesting. Maybe about the project...me 'cause you know, I'm the head of marketing and Mackenzie’s in the same field...let me know, will ya?" you asked.

Mark chuckled nervously, "I don't know what's going on but isn't that an invasion of privacy?"

"She's not going to eavesdrop, Mark. She'll just...listen closely." you explained.

"Bev might get in trouble if Mister Barnes finds out." Mark warned.

You waved a hand, "She'll be fine, Mark. She's his secretary, she has to know everything. Besides, I'm not going to let her get in trouble, if she does then I'll take care of it."

Beverly squealed in delight, "Omg, you are not my office BFF. You're like my office mom! You and Mark are literally my office parents." she said, lifting her phone up in the air.

"Selfie! This one goes to the 'gram." she said, taking a quick photo of the three of you.

She then proceeded to edit the photo while you and Mark continued eating lunch.

"Bev, you should really put your phone away and eat first. We have less than half an hour left for lunch break." Mark called out.

Beverly groaned and rolled her eyes, "Way to get into the role, Mark. You're such a dad."

You snorted, "Yeah. Loosen up, daddy." you teased.

"Playing family after just one date, huh."

Bucky's presence in the same restaurant should've really intimidated you, most especially that he just witnessed you tease Mark like that. But you were too mad at him to even care, what was the point even? He didn't believe you even when you told him the truth that Mark was just a friend.

Why even try now?

"Hi Sir James." Beverly greeted happily.

"Mister Barnes." Mark acknowledged.

Bucky ignored them and kept his eyes on you. You didn't falter under his gaze and simply stared back at him with blank eyes. It's as if a staring competition took place when the both of you merely looked at each other, neither of you looking away nor attempting to do so.

"How was that date last Friday, Jim?" Bucky asked, his eyes still trained on yours.

Mark made a funny face at the name that Bucky called him but shrugged anyway. Before he could even respond, you decided to answer on his behalf. If Bucky wanted to spite you, you'd give him a taste of his own medicine.

"It was actually great. We might go on another one this Friday." you said.

"We are?" Mark asked in a whisper.

Bucky's hand landed on Mark's shoulder, "Don't count on it, Andrew. She's going to be doing a lot of work on Friday due to the project." he said through gritted teeth.

You shrugged, "Oh, but I thought Mackenzie's doing all my work?"

"I'm ready to head back, Buck."

Speak of the devil herself. Mackenzie weaved through the tables and approached Bucky, her face brightening up when she saw you, Mark and Beverly.

"Oh, hey you." she greeted you. "Look, I think we may have started off on the wrong foot earlier. I'm not here to take your job, just here to spice things up a bit. Improve your ideas, give Bucky some assistance." she chuckled, holding onto Bucky's arm yet again.

You fought back the urge to grab your glass of water and throw it at her face. As the saying goes, kill them with kindness. So you merely shrugged and extended an arm for a handshake.

"Of course. I would love to improve your ideas as well, you know. Just a healthy discourse between two marketing professionals. We good?" you said.

Mackenzie forced out a chuckle and reached for your hand, "We’re good. I look forward to working with you." she said before turning back to Bucky who was still gazing at you.

"Let's go?" she asked sweetly.

Bucky smirked at you before wrapping an arm around Mackenzie's waist, guiding her out of the restaurant the same way he did to you. You were too focused on Bucky's body language around Mackenzie that you failed to notice that Mark was watching you closely, your expressions and how you reacted towards Bucky.

"I think I know what's happening."

-

"You what?!"

"Shhh!" you hushed Mark and peeked out of the empty pantry to make sure the coast was clear.

Mark noticed the tension between you and Bucky and he came to a conclusion that the both of you dated at one point. He wasn't really wrong but he wasn't right either. So you decided to tell him everything, from the moment you matched with Bucky on Tinder until your last conversation with him last Saturday.

"I honestly thought you were dating, I didn't know there was sex involved. No wonder he had been calling me weird names." he said incredulously. "Was that you and Mister Barnes that Janet reported to the HR?" he asked, stifling his laughter.

You groaned, "Yes. Ugh, gave me a panic attack when I found out about that incident report." you said.

"Hey..." Mark called out. "Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me this. Your secret is safe with me." he reassured.

You nodded, "I think it was about time that I told someone about us anyway. This whole situation is driving me crazy and I don't know what to do next. And I'm sorry for dragging you into this mess, I shouldn't have said that we were going out again. I don't want you or your job getting compromised because of our petty fight." you exhaled.

You had to admit, you felt so much better now after confiding with Mark. It somewhat alleviated the weight on your shoulders, knowing that there was someone aware of what you were going through. Who would've thought that this person would end up being Mark? You did have friends outside of work of course, but you felt like they all wouldn't really understand the situation.

Half would hate you for rejecting Bucky and the other half would hate you for even swiping right on him.

"Do you mind an unsolicited advice?" Mark asked.

"Not at all." you said.

"Ignore him. Don't let him or Mackenzie get to you. Do what you do best, you're great at your job and you'll be fine. That might get him to realize that you're not a prize to be won. And if he still doesn't see that, then that's his loss. You're more than just that hot marketing girl at work." Mark said.

You laughed at his last statement, "Hot marketing girl at work?" you asked, shaking your head.

"It's true. So if in any case you decide to ditch the CEO and move on, you know where to find me." he joked, throwing a wink your way.

-

You wanted to finish all your reports so you could focus on the huge project so you decided to work until around nine in the evening. The floor was already empty by the time you were done. Bucky seemed to be working too, given that he was still replying to e-mails at this hour. Wanting to get all the reports over with, you decided to submit it to him before going home.

During the elevator ride to Bucky’s floor, you couldn’t help but wonder whether he was alone in the office. Would Mackenzie be there with him? Even at this hour? Your grip on the folder tightened at the thought of catching them in the act.

But did you have any right to feel this way though?

Brushing off the thoughts, you exhaled loudly and prepared yourself for whatever it was you were to witness. Upon reaching the door to Bucky’s office, you slightly turned your head to listen to anything. It was quiet. No hushed whispers nor strained grunts-- they weren’t fucking, thank goodness for that.

You decided not to knock and just walk inside like you used to, reminding yourself of Mark’s advice.

Don’t let Bucky get to you.

When you saw Bucky hunched over his desk, typing away on his e-mails instead of bending a certain brunette somewhere in his office, you had to admit that you were relieved. He looked up and his eyes looked dead tired, you almost felt sorry for him. Almost.

“You should really learn how to knock.” Bucky called out, slamming his laptop shut.

“Look, Bucky. I was just rushing to submit these reports so I can go home.” you explained and placed the folder on top of his desk.

Bucky frowned, “I said to call me Mister Barnes.”

You huffed out, “I honestly don’t care, Bucky. I’m not playing your damn games anymore.” you said and turned around.

A hand on your arm pulled you back, harshly turning you around to face Bucky. He was fuming, as usual. At this point, you were no longer fazed.

“You think I don’t know what you’re trying to do?” he asked.

You clenched your jaw and pulled your arm back, “I’m not doing anything. You bring in Beverly or Mackenzie or whoever it is that you have up your sleeve. I don’t fucking care. I just want to focus on work.” you said and stepped away.

“And you should too, Bucky.” you added.

“I don’t believe you.” he said.

You sighed, your shoulders dropping from exhaustion at this whole shenanigan. “I’m done, Bucky.”

And with that you turned around to exit his office, leaving Bucky unsure whether you truly meant what you said. A victorious smirk graced your lips as you walked back to the elevator.

You were far from done.

-

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[meltwonu]

|     𝖓𝖊𝖔𝖓 𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖒     |     CHAPTER 9

pairing; camboy!seokmin x female!reader

this chapter’s notes; camboy!au, university!au, camshows, camboy!seokmin, softdom!seokmin, sexual photos/videos, masturbation, praise!kink, daddy!kink, mentions of sex toys, soonyoung thinking he’s a matchmaker lol AND WE ARE BACK! 😭💕 Sooo sorry for the delay, it’s been like, a literal almost two whole months since ch 8 and for that I am very very sorry kdjkdjh ☠️ I thought it’d be best to ease back into it with this chapter since it’s been a while though 😵‍💫😵‍💫 Literally just,,, November did not go how i thought it would at all but the important thing is that we’re back! ✨ Hilariously, all of my posts next week will be queued bc I will be seeing bts soooo ☠️ y’know kjdhkj the grind never stops apparently 😮‍💨😮‍💨 I hope to get some real rest after then tho 😩✨ But anyway! enjoy ch9 and I will see you tomorrow to catch up on inbox messages! I love you, and have a good day! 🥴💕 

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - ?

*queued post. (cuz even workin on Saturdays 😩 lol)

“Hey, did you hear about that weird anonymous board that’s popped up about our uni?”

Your ears perk up at the conversation coming from the cafe table behind you - a threaded needle in one hand and one of Seokmin’s costume shirts in the other.

You’d chosen to finish some last minute alterations at a cafe; knowing that if you tried to work at home, you’d get distracted and not finish on time.

“No? What’s it about?”

“I mean, I haven’t gone to check myself but apparently it’s some anonymous board called ‘/svt_u_gonewild’ where people have been posting nudes ‘n stuff… It’s only for our uni, though. So it’s just people that attend here, supposedly.”

You make a mental note to check on it later; curiosity making your mind wander about who would be posting on there and if you’d be able to recognize anyone.

Should I post on there? You ask yourself in the heat of the moment - cheeks warm as you bite your lip.

You’d been spending a lot more time with Seokmin lately and, admittedly, you’d found yourself falling more and more for him with each meeting the two of you had.

You watched from the sidelines during his rehearsals and when the two of you would have costume fittings, he would always make an effort to keep you laughing and engaged in a conversation.

Not to mention he was extremely gifted at what he did once he was serious about his work.

And he even kept his offer of always bringing you anything you needed, whether it’d been coffee or even late night food when the two of you knew you’d be having costume fittings the next morning.

‘It’s the least I can do,’ he’d always say with a sheepish smile, ‘You’re working so hard for me and I really appreciate that.’

“Soonyoung-hyung… You know everyone can tell it’s you posting… Right?”

The male smirks as he pockets his phone and takes a sip of his red plastic cup. 

“So? What if I said I don’t care, huh? I mean, look at me. What would I wanna hide about this?”

He does a spin as Seokmin rolls his eyes and takes a sip of his own drink.

They’d ended up at another frat party, this one quieter than most of the others he’d been to.

Thankfully.

But while Soonyoung had been having the time of his life, Seokmin couldn’t help but think about the 9AM costume fitting he had at the campus the next morning - choosing to only have a few drinks before he’d go home and maybe stream for just a little bit before bed.

“Hey, I saw this post earlier, I think you might like it, Seokmin!”

Soonyoung fishes for the phone he’d just pocketed a few seconds prior; scrolling as quickly as possible before he finds the picture he was looking for.

“A-ha! Here you go, I think you’d like it. I dunno, it kinda reminded me of you for some reason?”

The younger male leans in to see the photo, eyes as wide as saucers when he sees it fully.

It was a photo of a lingerie-clad body; baby pink and mostly only lace covering up barely anything with a large pink dildo between the spread legs to cover up the fact that the figure didn’t have any panties on.

‘I thought this might’ve been daddy’s favorite…? I’m not sure though… Tell me what you like?’ was the caption and it made Seokmin’s mouth water at the scenarios that ran through his head in a split second.

“Ay, are you okay? I don’t think you’ve blinked yet.”

“H-huh? Oh, uh, I just… zoned out, is all. Um, maybe you should put that away, we’re in public, dude.”

Seokmin, against his will, tears his eyes off of the image that he so desperately wants to take one more look at - telling himself he’ll look for it later when he’s alone so he can inspect it further.

“You’re the one that was just staring but okay, sure. Y’know, you need to loosen up, Seokmin. Maybe you should post on there!”

“What?!”

Soonyoung laughs before downing the rest of his drink, “Yeah, it’s not like anyone would know it’s you anyway!”

“Uh, right…”

“Or, hmm, do you want me to figure out who’s in the pic? I can try to hook you up or something’ if you want? You seemed reeeaaallly interested~ And I think I might have the skills~ Unless you’re scared she’s more experienced than you~”

“Please, can we finish up taking their free booze so we can go home?”

You’re about to let sleep take you when a notification pops up on your phone - the light making you groan as you pick it up to see what it was.

‘Bedtime thoughts....? [Praise Kink] [Audio Stream]’

You thank the powers above that Dokyeom’s streams were always audio streams and that you didn’t have to pay attention to any videos as you opened the stream and set your phone back down onto the bed sheets.

“Mm, sorry,” He starts - voice groggy and sleepy as he sighs, “I was about to go to sleep but I just wanted to pop in really quick… I--I couldn’t stop myself from wanting to get off… I’ve been like this for an hour now…”

User98475945: ooo why’s that?

Anonymous093847: were you sleeping?

b@d_dream: I was about to go to bed too… What was on your mind?

Dokyeom chuckles on the other end and between his soft groans and muffled sighs, you can hear the slicked noises of his hand working up and down his cock as you lick your lips.

“I saw a picture earlier that I really liked… Got me thinkin’ about how much I’d wanna praise my babygirl, y’know? Especially after you’ve worked so hard riding my cock…”

You squirm underneath the covers and you snake a hand between your thighs as you slowly work yourself up over his filthy words.

“There was a pink dildo in the picture and I couldn’t stop thinking about how I’d love to thrust that toy right into your pretty ‘lil cunt, baby…” Dokyeom moans right into the mic as you press your fingers right into your clothed mound. “I wanna see you bent over while I thrust that toy into you… And I know you’d be a good girl and take what daddy gives to you, right? You’re such a good girl for me, after all.”

The comments on Dokyeom’s stream go crazy as they fly across the screen; virtually impossible to read any of them as he continues.

“You’d be so good for me and take that toy… Right before I fuck your pretty cunt open, spread your legs nice ‘n wide for me while you keep all that pretty lingerie on your body too~ You’ll let daddy cum on your pretty pink lingerie and get it all dirty, right?”

You can hear Dokyeom’s hand speeding up as he works himself up to an orgasm and there’s a slurry of comments begging to know what the picture actually looked like for him to be this turned on.

He ignores it for a moment, instead chasing his high as his hips thrust up into his enclosed fist and soft, muttered curse words fall from his lips right into the mic.

The stream has only been going on for a few minutes but in that time, Dokyeom manages to make $2000 - something he was extremely proud of.

“Ah, f-fuck… I wanna cum so bad already… I’ve been touching myself far longer than I had the stream open… do you want daddy to cum inside of your pretty pussy or on you, princess?”

He lets out a airy chuckle before he feels himself cumming; succumbing to the pleasure as his eyes clamp shut and his hips erratically thrust up into his fist.

Donations and comments make the stream lag slightly as his viewers drink in the way his voice gets airy in the midst of his high and you feel the wetness soak into your panties as you groan and realize it’s going to take more than this to get you off before you can fully rest and go to bed.

‘I’ll just replay some of his old videos, get off and go to bed…’ You reason with yourself; promising to get to sleep as soon as you were satisfied.

You had a 9AM fitting with Seokmin and it was already severely late into the night.

But it takes a few long minutes of Dokyeom moaning and sighing into the mic before he’s coming down and slumping against his computer chair - chuckling softly as he gets back to the question at hand.

“Mm, it was a pretty photo, by the way… Cut off right before the face but the figure was covered up in baby pink lingerie… it didn’t leave much to the imagination and the pink dildo made me wonder if she could take all of it… Then it got me thinking about fucking my pretty ‘lil princess all night… I was out with a friend and I felt bad - I bailed a little early because my cock was so hard just thinking about it.”

He laughs again, this time sounding a little more tired. “There were a lot of comments underneath praising her and leaving all sorts of filthy comments - I think she even responded to some saying how wet they made her so... Y’know. I won’t say I’m jealous buuuut... Couldn’t help but think about it too.”

Your brows furrow as you process his words.

He couldn’t have been talking about the photo you’d posted earlier.

Right?

b@d_dream: where was it posted? I kinda wanna see…

User284937: me too!

Anonymous748594: same!

“Ah, I wish I could but I can’t. Privacy reasons, y’know? They might be local to me.” Dokyeom stretches and yawns into the mic, “But there was a cute ‘lil butterfly charm right in the middle of the bra - it was purple and blue so if you see it, you know you’re looking at the right one~”

Your breath stops for a moment ad your body goes rigid.

He was talking about you.

You freeze under the covers with your hand between your legs, suddenly more interested in the fact Dokyeom was in the same anonymous board as you were which meant he attended the same university that you did.

But you didn’t know a Dokyeom?

But the campus is big, you tell yourself; slowly feeling a cold sweat start to wash over your body, he could be anywhere there.

And in your sleepy haze, you can’t remember if you’d even told Dokyeom which university you attended - only remembering that the two of you had spoken about attending one in general.

You’re too deep into your thoughts to realize Dokyeom was already signing off for the night; now too awake to even go to bed and too curious to even get off.

A sigh escapes your lips as you slide your hand from between your thighs - it would be a long night.

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[ilici]

gentle.

Summary: After bring with George for years you’re ready for the next big part in your relationship.

Female Reader

NSFW MINORS DNI

Warnings: Fingering, oral (female receiving), virginity taken

Word Count: 2838

Y/N sighed, as she was scrolling through Twitter, seeing a lot of people celebrating Easter together. She envied the people who got to celebrate Easter with their loved ones and significant other. Yet here she was, miles away from her significant other, although they’ve been together for 5 years, she moved away to study abroad leaving her boyfriend behind in Brighton. Y/N was a well known fashion designer, and she was also known for her ongoing YouTube channel that she has had for 8 years. “This sucks.” She whined to her roommate, Lily, who only gave her an annoyed look, “You’ve been complaining for the past six fucking hours, you’re literally leaving to go see him in two hours. Shut up.” She said, while Y/N threw a pillow at her, mumbling incoherent words under her breath. “Shut up, let me mope.” She said, with a dramatic eye roll.

Getting up and off the couch, going into her room to finish packing, she grabbed her phone. “Hey Siri, call Karl.” She said to her phone, which replied with, “Calling Karl..” Hearing the ringing sound, she waited till her friend picked up, and she soon heard the ringing stop and Karl’s voice speak up. Clicking the speaker button she smiled, “Hi Karl!” She greeted him kindly, “Hey Y/N! What’s up?” He asked, and Y/N looked around grabbing some extra clothes and stuffing them into her suitcase. “I am going to go see George tomorrow, but my flight leaves tonight. I want to have a special night with him, and I don’t know what to wear. I called you because you have good fashion sense.” She explained to him, and Karl smiled, as he clicked the FaceTime option, and Y/N quickly accepted it. Karl’s face soon popped up on her screen, and he waved vigorously, “Okay, help me choose.” She said getting up from her floor and walking towards her bed.

On her bed was three outfits, all lingerie sets. “Which one do you think would be good?” She asked, and Karl examined the clothes, “Well the violet set looks like you would wear it for a kinky night, the red seems too predictable, and the blue, well I think it’s the only color he can truly see. Plus it looks the most fanciest out of them all.” He admitted, and Y/N nodded her head, “Okay, I am truly surprised you aren’t embarrassed at the fact that I just showed you lingerie.” She said to him truthfully, as she grabbed the blue lingerie set, putting it in the suitcase. Karl just laughed, “I am but a friend is in dire need of help. I also find it ironic that you are a fashion designer and couldn’t choose between them.” He said, laughing once again and Y/N just scoffed, “I got indecisive, leave me be.” She groaned, and Karl just put his hands up in defense. “Okay okay.” He said, before he looked at her, “Wait, did you design those?” He asked, and Y/N just smiled a bit.

“Yeah I haven’t released them yet, I am dropping them on the first of May.” She informed him, and he nodded, “All your designs look so cool, look I am even wearing your hoodie you made for George’s merch.” He said, panning his phone camera down to show the hoodie. Y/N smiled, and shook her head, “Looks great, well I gotta go now. I will speak to you later, bye Karl.” She said, waving to him, and he waved back bidding her goodbye as well. Now that she was all packed, she sighed to herself a little nervous about how he would react to her outfit. Shaking her thoughts away, she got dressed in a comfortable outfit to wear on the plane ride there, an oversized jumper and sweat pants that she stole from George last time she had visited him. Texting him, she told him she was about to head out to the airport. “I can not believe I will be arriving at 4 in the morning, that’s just awful.” She whispered to herself, walking into the living room.

“Are you ready?” Lily asked, and she nodded her head, a little nervous. “Sorta.” She told her, and her roommate just patted her shoulder, “You’ve got this.” She told her, and the two walked out of their shared house getting inside the car. “The drive to the airport is about an hour, are you hungry?” Y/N asked, and Lily nodded, “A bit yeah.” She said, and Y/N nodded, “We can get fast food on the way there.” She told her, and the two were now driving. “Have you told George that you are moving back to Brighton yet?” She asked, starting up a conversation and Y/N shook her head, “No, I haven’t yet. I want to tell him in person, you know?” Y/N said, and the other just nodded in understanding. “I still can’t believe you’re just giving me the house.” Lily said, still in disbelief that Y/N is signing the house in her name, “You deserve it, you’ve helped me so much when I first moved here. You really deserve it Lily.” She told her smiling at her softly.

After a much longer drive than anticipated from traffic, Y/N was now at the airport, “I’ll miss you.” Lily said, and Y/N frowned, “I’ll come and visit when I can, and please make sure to keep safe. I’m having my stuff shipped to my house in two days, please make sure that the people I hired are careful with my stuff.” She asked, and Lily just nodded smiling a bit, before she hugged her friend, waving goodbye to her. “I’ll see you whenever I come back to visit.” Y/N said, as her flight was called. “Bye Lils.” She said, and soon walked with her luggage towards her plane. Shooting George a quick text, she boarded the plane and was not ready for the long plane ride. She luckily got first class, and got her own section to herself. Getting in her pod, she settled in and quickly drifted off to sleep. Shortly after, she was awoken by a voice through the speakers telling the passengers they were landing. Groggily she looked at her phone, seeing that it was 3:57 in the morning.

Getting up she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, stretching a bit as she was in a uncomfortable chair for hours, slowly she walked out, and sleepily walked to the baggage claim. Waiting for her suitcase to appear, she grabbed it and turned around, looking for George. Not seeing him, she turned her phone off airplane mode, and saw that George texted her and said he was waiting outside of her exit. Walking out, she nearly gasped as the cold bitter air struck her face, “Sleepy?” She heard the all familiar voice from beside of her. Smiling she turned and saw George standing there, “Hi baby.” He said, wrapping her into a hug, “Here let me get this for you, the car is warm and waiting.” He said, taking her luggage from her. Y/N smiled at his kind gesture, and walked with him, their fingers interlaced. “How was the flight?” He asked, as he put her suitcase in the back, Y/N just shrugged as she got into the passenger seat, “I don’t know, I slept the entire time.” She sheepishly admitted, smiling when George got in the driver side seat.

“Well, when we get to my house, I will let you sleep as long as you want. You must be jet lagged.” He said, pulling out and onto the main road, driving to his house. Y/N smiled warmly at him, “Sounds good to me.” She said to him, reaching over and patting his thigh. “Your glasses are really cute you know.” She said, and George just laughed a bit, “They help me see colors, hush.” He mumbled, and Y/N just nodded giggling a bit, “I know baby.” She said, before grabbing one of his hands, interlocking their fingers together. “I have missed you.” She said softly, and George’s heart melted, “I missed you too.” He said, pulling her hand over and kissing the top of her hand. Not long after, they pulled into his house, which was in a gated community. “Let’s go rest sleepy head.” He said, getting out and grabbing her suitcase. The two walked into his house, both immediately falling onto his bed, letting the comfortable mattress welcome them.

Finally, George woke up and decided he would unpack for her, as he quietly did so, his eyes widened and he felt himself blush when he picked up the blue lingerie set. Blushing madly, he placed it neatly in one of the drawers she was using, and shook her awake. “Baby, wake up, it’s one in the afternoon.” He said, and Y/N woke up and smiled at him. “Good-morning.” She said, her voice was quiet with an undertone of raspiness. “Go take a shower, I will fix breakfast.” He told her, and Y/N smiled, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she slowly got out of bed, thankful that his house was warm. Grabbing one of his shirts, and a pair of her underwear, she walked to his bathroom which was open and had a window that had a view of the forest behind the house. Taking a quick shower, she got out, and walked into the kitchen in the clothes she got. “Feel better?” George asked, once he saw her enter the kitchen, and Y/N nodded her head, “I always feel so gross on planes.” She mumbled, sitting down and eating.

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“I wanted to ask you something.” Y/N spoke up, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt, as George and her were now sitting on his bed. “Yeah what is it?” He asked, looking over at her, “I think I am ready.” She whispered shyly, and George smiled at her, grabbing her hips pulling her onto his lap. “Are you sure baby?” He asked, and Y/N nodded her head slowly, after she thought about it. “Yes, I am ready.” She told him, and George softly kissed her lips, laying her down on her back. “I want you to just lay there, I will do all the work okay baby?” He told her, and Y/N blushed while nodding her head, chewing on her lip in somewhat nervousness and anticipation. George looked at her for permission as he grabbed the hem of his own shirt that was covering her body, nodding slowly Y/N licked her lips, looking away. “No baby, none of that, you have to be watching me, and use your words okay?” He said softly, and Y/N let out a small embarrassed whine, “Yes sir.” she said, looking at him as he pulled her shirt off.

George’s eyes widened when he saw the lingerie on her body, looking up at her in shock, Y/N just flushed fidgeting with her fingers. “When did you put this on?” He asked, and Y/N giggled slightly, “After the shower.” She explained, and George just nodded looking at how beautiful she was like this. Slowly, he put his hands around her back, pulling her back up so she was arching her back. “Stay like this really quickly.” He whispered to her, and Y/N nodded as she felt her lingerie set being unhooked. Slowly pulling it off her body, leaving her bare, Y/N closed her legs and covered her breasts shyly. George melted at her shyness, and gave her a reassuring kiss on her neck before he slowly pulled her arms away. “You don’t need to cover up baby, you’re absolutely beautiful.” He told her truthfully, as he also opened her legs. Letting the image of her like this soak into his brain, he hooked her legs over his shoulders as he kissed her inner thigh.

Feeling herself get chills from this, she watched him, as he scattering kisses on the inside of her thighs. “If it get’s too much, your safe word is ‘red’ okay?” He told her, and Y/N nodded, and he softly tapped her thigh, “Okay.” She said, with her words knowing that’s what he wanted. Slowly, he dipped his head down all the way, softly kissing her clit, feeling her body jump at the new feeling. George, then licked her clit, before sucking on it. Y/N gasped, and arched her back slightly, letting out a surprised moan. Reaching down, Y/N tangled her fingers into his hair, tugging at it a bit, as George ate her out as gently as he could, afraid he’d overstimulate her. Grabbing her hips, he kept them down, as she tried to grind her hips into him. Pulling one hand away, he slowly inserted a finger, and Y/N winced a bit at the pain it brought.

Stopping since he realized she was in pain, he waited till she adjusted, “You can go.” She whispered, and George slowly started thrusting his finger in and out of her. Y/N bit her bottom lip, now feeling more pleasure than pain, noticing she was ready for another, he slowly inserted another finger, now scissoring her. Y/N was now a moaning mess, she was highly sensitive to the newfound pleasure she was receiving and felt something tighten in her stomach. “Feels weird.” She mumbled, motioning to her stomach as she felt it growing. “You’re close baby, it’s okay.” He told her, “Just relax.” He said, rubbing circles on her hip, with his free hand while the other worked on her. Nodding, Y/N closed her eyes tightly as she felt an overwhelming pleasure rake through her entire body. Letting out a loud moan, she arched her back, as George felt her walls clamping around his fingers. Pulling them out, he licked them clean and let her come down from her high.

He pulled away, taking his shirt off, along with his remaining clothes, and grabbed a condom slipping it on. “This will be painful, let me know if I need to stop.” He told her, aligning himself with her entrance. “I’ll be okay.” She said, giving him a reassuring smile. George reached forward, and interlaced their fingers together, as he entered into her. Wincing Y/N dug her nails into the back of George’s hand, and he took that as a signal to stop. Taking in a deep breath, Y/N looked up at him with teary eyes, and George leaned down kissing her passionately. Pulling away from the kiss, Y/N looked at him, “Okay, you can continue.” She whispered, and George leaned down pecking her neck. Finally he bottomed out, groaning at how tight she was around him. Staying still, letting her adjust to his size, soon Y/N squeezed his hands, “Words baby.” He said, and Y/N blushed biting her lip at him, “Move.” She mumbled shyly, and George slowly rocked his hips.

Arching her back, their chests now touching, Y/N let out a strained moan. Keeping at a steady pace, George kissed along her neck, keeping their hands locked together. “Faster.” Y/N moaned out, and George complied speeding up his thrusts. He wanted to make sure her first time was passionate and not sloppy, so he kept his speed but was gentle with her. Moaning loudly, Y/N leaned her head back, clenching around him. George hissed at this, “Don’t do that.” He told her, and Y/N blushed not knowing what she did. Leaving marks all over her neck with the new access, he scattered them along her jawline as well. “I think I’m close.” Y/N said in between moans, and George nodded speeding up just a bit feeling himself growing close as well. “Cum with me baby.” He whispered into her ear, whining Y/N felt herself cum, and George soon after. Pulling out he took the condom off and threw it away, gently grabbing her he walked into the bathroom.

“Let’s take a bath.” He said, setting her on the toilet, turning on the bath. “How warm do you want it?” He asked, her and Y/N looked over still a bit in a haze, “Like, hot tub warm.” She mumbled, and George lightly laughed turning the cold down a bit. Picking her up, he slowly sank down into the tub with her, letting her lean against his chest. Now out of her haze, Y/N relaxed in the water as it kept raising, “George.” She said, and George hummed, “I’m living in Brighton again.” She told him, and George smiled brightly, “That’s great news baby, I’ll get to see you more often, and sooner or later you can move in.” He said, washing her body since she had already washed her hair earlier that day. “I can’t wait for that day.” He continued, kissing her shoulder, smiling. 

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[miracleonice87]

anything with matty tkachuk! but maybe a fluffy one where it’s your first season living together after being long distance for awhile and it’s like the moments you guys go through? first fight, first night together, new game day rituals, etc.

a/n: the last of the requests for the moment! I’ll probably open them back up soon. here’s a piece with a few vignettes referred to in the request. enjoy! 

warnings: partners arguing, brief mention of sex

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Firsts

first night…

“You’re going to throw your back out.”

Matthew scoffed. “You think you’re so heavy but you weigh next to nothing,” he insisted, scooping his arm beneath the crooks of your knees, the other steady beneath your underarms as he lifted you off the ground.

You chuckled, covering your face with your hand shyly.

“Matthew,” you whined. He shook his head.

“Nope, we’re doing it,” he told you, walking toward the front door. “You’re finally moving in with me. We’re doing the cheesy ‘carry you over the threshold’ thing.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Smiling, you looped your arms around his neck and resigned to his resolve. A few yards more, and Matthew was kicking open the door with one foot.

As he stepped into the house, he let out an adorable “ta daaa!” and beamed at you.

“Welcome home, princess,” he said sweetly. You leaned in to kiss him and pinched gently at his cheek.

“Thank you, my love,” you said. Matthew put you down carefully and closed the door behind him. As you stepped forward into the living room — your living room — you spotted not only a gorgeous bouquet of blush pink roses, but also an overflowing gift basket filled with an array of your favorite items. The jasmine candles you always burned in your own apartment, the lavender tea you drank each night before bed, your favorite shampoo and conditioner, the shower gel you always stocked up on at your favorite St. Louis boutique — all of it, and more, was tucked inside.

“Baby…” you began breathlessly, running your hand along the perimeter of the wicker. “What did you do?”

Matthew approached from behind with a smile, wrapping his arms around your middle and burying a kiss in your hair.

“I just wanted you to have some things that’ll hopefully make you feel at home here,” he said somberly. “And I gotta admit, Taryn helped me track down the stuff from St. Louis,” he added with a chuckle.

You turned in his hold to face him, and he noted the glistening in your green eyes as he reached for your face.

“You are so sweet. Thank you, baby,” you said, pressing your lips against his. When you parted, Matthew noticed the way your bright smile had faded. He knew why.

As thrilled as you were to be moving in with Matthew at last after a full year of dating long distance, you were still anxious leaving your hometown of St. Louis. You couldn’t wait to start your life in Calgary with Matthew, but living so far from your family and childhood friends had you battling homesickness from the second you took off from Lambert. The reality had caused you to break down on the plane and was bringing tears to your eyes once more.

“You okay?” Matthew asked kindly, kissing your forehead repeatedly. You held his wrists and nodded.

“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” you said.

“I know it’s not gonna be easy, sweetheart,” Matthew said, pulling you closer. “But your parents are welcome here anytime, and you can go visit them literally whenever you want. And you know my parents are gonna be up here way more now that you’re here. We all know they like you better than me,” he told you, pulling a giggle from you as you looked up at him with a smirk.

“There’s a smile,” he said. You nodded, sniffling.

“Trust me, Matthew, I’m so happy to be here with you,” you assured him. “This is where I’ve wanted to be for so long, and you’re so gracious for having me here. And I can’t believe how thoughtful these gifts were. The excitement I feel to start my life with you outweighs any sadness I’ll feel. Trust me on that.”

Matthew grinned, and you couldn’t help but reflect his joy in your own expression.

“I love you, princess,” he said, hugging you tight. “Welcome home.”

“I love you, too, Matthew,” you said against his shoulder.

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first fight…

It had taken a few weeks, but you soon settled into your new life in Calgary with little trouble. Spending every day with Matthew felt like a dream — you were both giddy when you hopped into bed together each night and woke up next to each other the following morning.

As Matthew began training camp, you found your own routine with your work as a freelance graphic designer. You only put in about twenty to thirty hours per week, which Matthew knew you did because you wanted to, not because you felt you needed to. He reminded you every so often that you could quit at any point if you no longer felt the need to work — though you told him not to hold his breath.

Matthew refused to let go of his housekeeper, as he wanted to save you from doing all of the chores, though you did insist on taking over the bulk of the household duties because you actually found them enjoyable — scheduling, grocery shopping, meal planning, cooking, laundry, and paying bills.

It was that last little item that caused the first tiff between you and Matthew since you had moved in with him — in fact, the first tiff the two of you had had in months.

One afternoon, after Matthew returned home from practice, he kissed your cheek and grabbed a glass of water before sitting down at the kitchen table to chat with you, as he did almost every day. As you worked on a logo design for a client, Matthew sat scrolling through his phone; then, eyebrows furrowing, he paused.

“Hey, babe?” he began. You acknowledged him with a distracted “hmm?” without looking away from your screen.

“It’s no big deal if so,” Matthew spoke, “but did you forget to pay the water bill this month? And maybe… maybe the electric bill, too? I don’t see that they’ve been deducted from my account yet, so I just wanna make sure they’re not late.”

Heat crept up your neck and chest as you slowly closed your laptop, pursing your lips to the side. When you didn’t respond right away, Matthew looked at you curiously.

You took a deep breath and pulled your legs underneath you, curling up and wishing you could hide from this altogether.

“Don’t be mad…” you said softly.

Not a good start, Matthew thought to himself. He clicked his phone to lock it and set it aside, folding his arms on the table.

“Babe…” he said, a warning in the single word.

You picked nervously at the seam of your leggings. “Okay. I kind of…” you cleared your throat, stalling. “I kind of paid those two out of my own account. But just those two. I swear.”

Matthew rolled his eyes, pushing himself out of his seat as he muttered, “oh, my god.”

Yep, he was pissed.

After pacing for a few moments, Matthew crossed his arms against his chest and faced you.

“I thought we talked about this,” he said, clearly frustrated.

You dropped your head. “I-I know…” you said timidly. “We did. I just-“

“And you paid them yourself anyway? Despite having already discussed it?” he questioned, his volume rising.

With lightly shaking hands, you tucked some hair behind one ear and swallowed hard, unable to meet his gaze, which was sure to be intense.

“Yes,” was all you could manage.

Matthew tossed his baseball cap on the table and sighed loudly, resuming his pacing across the hardwood.

“Baby, we can’t start out like this,” he said firmly. “I didn’t ask you to come live with me so we could split the cost of living like you’re some random roommate of mine. I asked you to move in because I want to share my life with you — I wanna share everything with you. I make more money than I’ll ever be able to spend, and you should not be spending your own money to pay our bills.”

As he spoke, you chewed anxiously on the inside of your cheek. When he paused, he sighed once more.

“Can you look at me, please?” he requested.

With a shaky inhale, you did as he asked, and his gaze softened the moment he saw the unease on your face.

“What’s goin’ on here, baby?” Matthew asked. “You’ve gotta talk to me. We’re partners.”

You pulled the sleeves of your sweatshirt down to cover your closed fists as you considered how even to answer him. Finally, you decided on a simple response.

“I feel like a mooch,” you said quietly, your eyes traveling downward again.

Out of your frame of vision, Matthew’s face fell. He felt sick at what he had just heard. He crossed the room swiftly, easily pulling out your chair and turning it to face him. He knelt before you and gathered your hands in his own.

“Princess… hey,” he said gently as he reached to smooth his hand over your hair. “Look at me.” This time, it wasn’t a question.

You forced yourself to look at him, finding immediate comfort in the tender way he was now looking at you as compared to before. He squeezed your thighs soothingly as he spoke again.

“You are anything but a mooch,” he said with conviction. “You are my girlfriend, who I love — who I’m obsessed with. You’re the person I want to spend my life with. I wanna take care of you in every way I possibly can, including financially. You know what I mean?”

You nodded slowly, unable to think of a convincing argument against him.

“I don’t want to fight about this with you,” Matthew continued, shaking his head. “We shouldn’t be fighting about money. Listen, if you want to spend your money on things that are only yours, that’s fine. Even though I really wish you wouldn’t even do that.” He muttered the last part and you offered the tiniest smile. “I don’t want you footing our bills, babe. You don’t need to worry about that. Okay? I want you to let me take care of all of that. Please?”

You nodded slowly. “I’m sorry,” you whispered. “I didn’t want to go behind your back. I just felt like I wanted to contribute.”

Matthew gave you a disbelieving expression. “Contribute? Babe, you contribute so much. You’ve barely been here a month and shit around here is more organized than it’s ever been. You’ve already got this place running like a well-oiled machine,” he told you as you breathed a chuckle. “You take care of me in countless ways. Let me handle the money. That’s the easy part.”

You let your head roll back with a sigh, knowing that Matthew was being the logical one in this instance. “Okay,” you agreed as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “I will. I’m sorry.”

Matthew shook his head, kissing the tip of your nose and then your lips. “Don’t be sorry,” he said. “Let’s just go upstairs and have make-up sex since this was our first fight in forever.”

You threw your head back in laughter. “You are something else,” you told your boyfriend, who was already picking you up out of your chair and toting you upstairs.

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first game…

As you stood in your closet selecting an outfit for Matthew’s home opener, you felt a familiar pair of arms snake around your waist and a set of lips you knew well come to rest on your cheekbone. A grin overtook your face.

“Good morning, sunshine,” you teased as Matthew relentlessly planted kisses on your skin. “How was your nap? I didn’t wake you, did I?”

You turned his direction, and Matthew shook his head. You smoothed the short curls atop his head and he nearly purred, making you laugh.

“My nap was good,” he said with a yawn. “And you’re gonna make me fall asleep again if you keep doing that.”

You snickered, kissing his jaw, before you turned back around and reached for a couple articles of hanging clothing.

“Once you pick what you’re wearing, can you make me a cup of coffee?” Matthew asked from behind.

Your brows pulled together, puzzled, and you cocked your head as you turned back toward him.

“Are you really that helpless?” you said in your best teasing tone.

Matthew rolled his eyes lightheartedly and said, “No, I can make my own, but I don’t want to. We’ve got a good thing going.”

You shook your head, amused. “Okay, I’m lost,” you told him, hanging your outfit on the back of the closet door to steam later. “What are you talking about?”

Matthew followed you out of the closet and toward the hall.

“You made me my coffee before the last three preseason games at home, remember? And we won them all,” he said matter-of-factly. “So yeah, if you don’t mind, we’re gonna keep that going. Unless you wanna be the reason we lose…”

“No!” you exclaimed immediately. Matthew laughed — he knew that would do the trick, as you were nearly as superstitious as he. “I’m going now,” you said. As you turned to descend the stairs, you glanced back at him, batting your lashes. “Cream and sugar?” you asked sweetly. 

Matthew laughed hysterically and tickled your sides as he followed you down to the kitchen, thankful once more that you were here to share not only his home with him, but his life. 

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[eideticmemory]

TWO GHOSTS II | MATTHEW G. GUBLER

It’s been 15 years. 15 years has to be long enough . . . right? Part 2! Read Part 1.

Set 15 years after the end of Ever Since New York, so give that a read first!

Word Count: 3.1k.

Warning: Usual angst, porn, and poor communication amongst characters.

SOUNDTRACK:

After Hours - The Velvet Underground

Mr. Loverman - Ricky Montgomery

Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now - The Smiths

“Ramona . . .” you whine.

“I know . . . a mess.”

“I, uh,” you set your phone down, keeping Ramona’s voice on speaker. “I have to get out of this hotel, I have to get home.”

“[y/n], no.”

“No?”

“No.”

You begin changing out of your pajamas, your hands trembling as you slip on a pair of jeans. “Are you telling me I can’t go home right now? Seriously?”

“Seriously. Unless you wanna get swarmed by paparazzi, and risk leaving the hotel at the same time as him, you need to stay put.”

“This . . . this . . . is a mess. This is a huge mess, I — Ramona, I’m leaving.” You ramble, grabbing your things from the bedside dresser.

“[y/n] [y/l/n].” Ramona says, sternly. “You are my boss, but I have direct orders from your publicist to make sure you stay put. So, sit down, chill out, I’ll be there in five. And, honestly . . . you should have some wine.”

“Wha — wine? It’s seven in the morning.”

“Y’know what? You deserve it. Be there soon.”

She was already on the way when she hung up, and when she knocks on the door, you’re sat criss-cross on the bed, sipping a glass of wine. She’s right, you deserve it. You hold the fragile cup in your hand as you open the door, and she waltzes her way in.

“You calm now?” she asks.

“Medicated,” you shrug, holding the glass of wine up in the air.

“Perfect . . . so, were you ever going to tell anyone that you used to date Matthew Gray Gubler?”

You scoff, wander through the hotel room, “I didn’t date Matthew Gubler,” you take a seat on the bed.

“Okay, were you going to mention that you used to fuck Matthew Gray Gubler?” She crosses her arms.

“I . . .” you stutter, go silent in response.

“Oh, God,” she groans.

“It was a long, long time ago! It’s no one’s business, and there’s hardly any proof that it’s anything but a rumor.”

“No proof? —“ She shakes her head, pulling her iPad from her bag. As she clicks a few buttons, she adds, “Did you not see what people were saying? . . . The pictures?”

“Pictures?” You gasp, setting you glass down. “What pictures?”

Ramona sighs, and hands the iPad over to you, avoiding eye contact. You slowly take the device from her hands, and let out a shaky breath.

“The first two were posted a, um, John Hearse on twitter . . .” she explains.

“I mean, if you and Gube just . . . I’m gonna say it - fucked - one good time, the two of you could get over this whole rivalry already.”

Ramona’s words start to fade, to rescind to dust and ash, as you absorb the image in front of you. It’s old . . . and slightly blurry, but you recognize every face. John, Steve, Matthew . . . and you, sat in his lap, head on his shoulder with a huge, bright smile on your face. Matthew had his hand on your waist, practically gripping your shirt in his hand, keeping you close. The next picture, he was making you laugh, all three of you, as you looked, lovingly, into his eyes.

They were posted in response to a final picture, of you and Matthew reuniting. You looking, literally, like an idiot, in the daze of seeing him and recieving a hug. Some professional photographer had captured the whole thing.

John’s pictures are captioned: Whoaaa glad to see these two back together!

“They used to be, heh,” you chuckle dryly to yourself as you read the tweet outloud. “Inseparable, wow. Remind me to call John up later and yell at him until he cries.”

“Wh — what happened between you two?”

“Me and John? Nothing much, we were good friends,” you shrug.

“No — [y/n], c’mon . . .” Ramona groans.

“It would take,” you sigh. “So much time, and so much energy for me to tell that story right now. I don’t have it in me, Ramona, I just . . . I just want to go home.”

“The place is surrounded by paparazzi, they’re harassing every celebrity that leaves the building, and I’m pretty sure your high on their watchlist right now.”

“Yeah, I’ve mastered the art of ignoring them, I’ll be fine, just call me a ride, please,” you grumble, setting the iPad down and rising to your feet.

She sighs, giving in, giving up, “There’s one waiting for you out front.”

“Thank you,” you nod.

Your belongings are removed from the room first, carried down by an accommodating bellhop. Ramona followed you down to the lobby, trailing you, like she always did. But keeping a closer eye on you than usual. You stopped in front of the revolving door, lips pursed in a look of annoyance as you came face to face with the hoard of paparazzi.

They noticed you through the glass before you had the chance to take a breath, and if you stood still for too long, you feared it would show as weakness, a reason to be suspicious. So, you held your head up tall, took in a deep breath, and stepped into the spotlight.

You’ve mastered the look of constantly-tired-business-woman-chic. Today, you’re running off a cup of coffee, and as always, throw on jeans and a graphic t-shirt. Comfortable shoes, because those heels destroyed your feet last night.

It’s a short walk to the car, but a million and one pictures are taken of you. You smile, respectfully, do a little wave. Don’t want to look too bitter. You drown out the questions, drown out the comments, because you swear if you hear his name, you’ll roll your eyes.

Ramona gets into the car after you, and closes the door. You let out a long sigh, and sulk in your seat. “This sucks,” you mumble, the car staring the ten minute drive to your home.

“Okay, [y/n] Gubler,” she replies.

“Hey!” You sit up. “Why would you say that?”

“Because I can’t believe you didn’t tell me,” she whines. “I knew something was off last night. I could’ve helped you avoid him, I could’ve gotten his car towed, I could’ve sent him the wrong address. You just have to communicate.”

“That is . . . unprofessional, and Matthew Gubler is, apparently, very professional. And he . . .” you trail off.

“He . . ? What?”

“He, donated a very healthy amount of money to the program, which, has nothing to do with me, by the way. None of it has anything to do with me, he’s just . . . professional.” You roll your eyes.

“What the hell happened between you two?” Ramona asks, noticing your shift in tone.

“Ooh, damn!” You ignore her, looking out the window. “We should’ve stopped and grabbed donuts.”

“Fine,” she surrenders.

You were surprised to find no paparazzi surrounding your penthouse building. Ramona had packed away all your belongings, and sent someone inside to place them in your apartment.

“Stay off social media,” she tells you before you leave. “Okay? No posting.”

“Silent stalking, only. Got it.”

You hold your phone in your hand as you walk into the building, ride the elevator up to the fifth floor. It’s quiet, and it’s what you need right now. To be home alone, with your thoughts.

You crash onto the couch, face first, and groan as you roll over. Last night should’ve been joyous, and fun, and it was. But, it was supposed to be the end. It was supposed to bring peace, knowing that everything you worked for, payed off and went out with a bang.

But, because of him, and John, and these stupid pictures, it’s far from the end. A whole new storm has started, and it’s making you nauseous.

Yet, you can’t keep yourself offline. You spend hours scrolling through tweet upon tweet, instagram post after instagram post, and each and every comment is as gut wrenching as the last. The internet’s made up it’s mind, and you and Matthew Gubler are the perfect couple. You fit together, you look right together, you have history together.

A history that was better left buried.

Because, when it comes up, when you think about, and you think about that one decision that could’ve changed everything . . . you crack. You spiral. You can’t shake it for days. Weeks. You think about him, and what you could’ve been.

It’s a hurricane, and it sweeps you up everytime, even when you know it’s coming.

There’s a knock at the door, and your heart drops. It’s naive, and childish to think that maybe, just maybe, it’s him. Coming to apologize for being a dick. But the idea of it has you racing to the door, and flinging it open before you can think about it.

“Hey, Aunt [y/n]!”

“Hey,” Claire smiles. “We brought donuts.”

This is better.

The seven year old held onto your hand as you guided her and her mother in your apartment. “Oh, my goodness,” you beamed to Dorthy, earning a bright smile from her. “Is Roni with you?” You turned to ask Claire.

“She had to help her mother with something today, but I told her that I had to help you through a serious crisis.”

“Ah,” you nod. “You’ve been online, huh?”

You take a seat with Dorothea on the couch, turn on the TV. “Wanna pick something to watch?” You smile, and she nods happily, taking the remote from you.

You join Claire in the kitchen, and she hands you a cookies and cream donut. You hum happily as you take it from her, take a seat on the counter, “God, thank you.”

She nods, “Yes, I’ve been online. I’ve been tracking everything about you and your big, big night,” she chuckles. “So I was ready to run over here when I saw those pictures going around.”

“You saw them?” You gasp, horrified, with the donut hanging from your mouth.

“Oh, yeah, I don’t remember when they were taken, though?”

“Vegas, 2001,” you tell her. “You didn’t — you didn’t come with us.”

She sighs, tilts her head at you, “[y/n] . . .”

“No, no, it’s okay,” you nod, reassuringly. “I’m not going down a Matthew rabbit hole. Not right now. Y’know why? Because he is an ass, he’s rude, and disrespectful, and stirs shit up for no reason, and —“

“Whoa!” Claire exclaims. “Did I enter a time portal to 1999 or something?”

“Oh, fuck off,” you roll your eyes.

“[y/n], you knew seeing Matthew was a possibility last night, and that it would bring back all these emotions, and you swore you could handle it —“

“I did handle it! I handled it very, very well. He’s the one who lost his cool. You should’ve heard him, Claire,” you ramble. “Nothing I did tonight has anything to do with you? I’m a professional? I didn’t do it to cushion your feelings? He’s a dick! He — he threw everything in my face the minute he could, and now my name is connected to his, our history is out there for everyone to see, and . . . he probably fucking hates me,” you laugh.

You laugh.

It’s a dry laugh, a sad laugh.

Claire frowns, and steps over to you, putting her arm around your shoulders.

“He hates me,” you say. “And he probably has every reason to. But I can handle it. I can handle the emotions, I’ve handled them for a long time,” you look at her. “And it’s not my fault if he can’t do the same, right?”

Claire sighs, pushes your hair back, “No.” She shakes her head. “No, you’ve moved on. You should want him to do the same thing, and not cause anymore hurt. You deserve that.”

“Mom! Aunt [y/n]!” Dorthy calls from the couch. Her head pops up, and she grins at you two. “Best and Ballet is on!”

“Ooh, what show is that?” You chuckle, hopping down from the counter. “I’ve never heard of it before.”

“Hey,” Claire calls, grabbing onto your arm before you can walk into the living room. “It’s like everything else in show business, right? People will talk for a few days, maybe a week, right? And then it’ll fade. It’ll pass.”

You give her a nod, let her know that you hear her, and that you’re going to push through this. Because you have no choice. Because above being a celebrity, a figurehead, a boss, a producer . . . you’re a teacher. A damn good one, and the last person who’s going to change that is Matthew Gubler.

You pack him away. The idea of him. Tie him off with a neat, little bow.

Because the show must go on.

“Rolling!”

You walk across the studio, behind the cameras, watching your students on screen. “Can you get a wide shot? You’re not getting the best lighting, nor every student in one shot.” You say to the cinematographer.

“[y/n],” the director calls. “We film from this angle every episode. Why change it?”

“Because every episode, some of my best dancers are cut from the shot beside of sloppy angles and the light from the windows blinds the mirrors the cameras?”

“Those are things out of our control.”

“Oh, yeah?” you turn to him. “You wanna tell that to someone who didn’t go to film school? . . . Twice?”

He gulps, motions to the cinematographer, “Change the shot.”

You grin, order the camera woman to make the correct adjustments, “See?” You beam. “No glare.”

You walk off, Ramona trailing behind you, giving the director a pitiful smile. Once you’re away from the cameras, and the studio, you grumble, “Remind me to never be talked into hiring a male director again.

“You’re turning into Medusa.”

“What?” You look at her, furrowing your eyebrows.

“What? You’ve never seen Grey’s Anatomy? Medusa? Turns people into stone? A . . . bitch?”

“Actual Medusa was not a bitch, she was cursed by a man.”

“Okay, fair, you were cursed by a man —“

“Dooooon’t!” You roll your eyes. “I’m not Medusa, I’m very nice.”

“You’re nice to me, and to your students, and the nice ladies that do your hair and makeup. Everyone else, stone.”

“Stop.”

“I wish you would tell me what happened,” she groans. “It’s not like I’m gonna tell anyone! I’m just, worried about you, and a little nosey.”

“Ramona . . . it’s been how long since that weekend?”

“Well, well,” she stutters. “Only a week.”

“A week is a long time, I’ve moved on. I’ve avoided any and all questions on the subject, from everyone. I’ve been actively dodging it on social media. I’m doing well.”

She nods.

“Now,” you continue to walk down the hall. “I have a talk show interview tonight? What time do I have to be there?”

You stop when you realize Ramona isn’t following you. You turn around, and she stuck in her spot.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Can’t move. Been turned to stone.”

You hated the Medusa comparison wholeheartedly. But, right now, you just want to yell at whoever booked you for a late night talk show. You’re tired after a long day of work, and you’re cranky, and crabby, and maybe, just maybe . . . the comparison isn’t too far off right now.

You’re charming, sure. Let’s go with that. But now, it’s all starting to dawn on you. Here, in this dressing room that’s lit up like a christmas tree. Revealing every ounce of exhaustion in your face, in your eyes. It’s nearly ten o’clock at night, and you’re placed in an elegant, black dress that stops just above your knees. Black heels cover your feet, and your hair and makeup were done half an hour ago.

You have to figure it out. You test different ones out in the mirror. Different smiles. You have to nail the I-have-to-talk-about-myself-for-an-hour-and-laugh smile. The happy, glowing, kind smile. You think you have it when there’s a knock on the door.

You keep the smile on, don’t want to lose it. You call Ramona in, and she looks at you, curiously. “You okay?”

“Yep,” you nod, brightening your smile. “Show time?”

“Are — are you having a stroke?”

“Okay, I’m trying to put on my interview face here, you’re not helping.”

“Sorry, sorry, you look great!” You smiles.

“Ramona,” you whisper, stepping close to her. “There’s a good chance they’re gonna ask me about him, right?”

She takes a breath in, prepared to answer, but no words come out. Your eyes are wide, innocent, hopeful. And she hates to lie to you.

“Yes . . .” is all she can say. “There is a, very, very good chance they will ask you about him.”

You sigh, duck your head. And when you pick it back up, your smile is on. “Okay, let’s go.” You step out into the hallway, Ramona closing the door behind you.

It was a time portal. The door. The hallway.

Matthew’s eyes land on you at the same time you see him, and you both freeze. Ramona bites at her nails, anxiously eyeing the two of you.

You feel your body, your soul, revert. Regress in every way to embody the spirit of you, at age 18, about 18 years ago.

You scoff, meaning your next words with every fiber of your being, “Oh, you’ve got to be kidding me.”

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Someone's Someone | Bang Chan Oneshot (1)

✎ Genre : CEO AU, Soulmate AU, Fluff

✎ Pairings : Bang Chan X Reader

✎ Word Count : 3.5k words

✎ Synopsis : We all just wanna be someone's someone that we can't live without. At this time, Chan was looking for his. And unexpectedly, he was already tied down to someone.

✎ Warnings : Explicit Language

✎. . . I actually just played my songs on shuffle then Monsta X's Someone's Someone played so.. yeah, I'm inspired. Also, this is my first post in tumblr btw. :)

✎ Parts : 1 , 2

The relaxing sounds of nature enveloped him as a whole. His shoulders less tense and eyes closed as he sat on the cooled sand, facing the burning star and calm waters ahead. Seagulls could be heard in the distance as they caught themselves a dinner to eat. The refreshing cool wind hit his body, slightly making him shiver for a second. Waves, created by the sea and wind, kisses the shore repeatedly. For once, he was far away from worries, stress, fears and regrets. Just him, contented with the company of nature.

As he fluttered his eyes open, he was met with a stunning view of the sun meeting the ocean. The ocean reflecting the sun's visuals as well as the sky above it. Even though the reflection was blurry, it's still pleasing to the eye. Just perfectly imperfect.

However in his opinion, it wasn't stunning as it seems. This secret escapade paradise of his doesn't quite appeal to him yet. A missing piece that could be anywhere on this wide world. That thought kind of bothers him every time.

Sighing, he figured that it was time to go back. He slipped onto his slippers and headed out of his escapade paradise with a head hung low. Hopping on an enormous boulder that happened to break the wired fence and fixated there, having easier access to and from the place than climbing over the fence.

With a last glance towards his escapade, he knew he'll be coming back and that next time will be the scenery he's been looking for, hopefully.

Frustrated with the task at hand, Chan ran his fingers through his blonde locks as he leaned back on his chair and head facing upwards toward the ceiling. Taking a brief break from a whole 6 hours straight of writing and staring at the monitor. Followed by him grabbing his coffee and taking a sip, eyes boring on the monitor. He was just half finished with his paperworks at the time of nightfall, which made him more in distress and felt crammed.

His eyes then wandered around his office, landing onto the view of the opposite building of his company in the end. Where he could see the workers of the Marketing Department bidding their goodbyes to one another, closing the lights and exiting the room. Oh, how much he too wanted to leave and rest right at this moment. Although his belief of 'getting things done before going into slumber' is preventing him to do so (even though he already got a lot of things done). With a sigh, he faced back in front of his monitor and papers, determined to get everything done before tomorrow starts.

" Sunbae-nim, aren't you coming with us? We're having dinner at the Chicken & Barbecue restaurant just a block away from here. " Seungmin asked, grabbing his suitcase below his desk. You leaned back on your chair while stretching your cramping arms and a yawn escaping your mouth.

" As much as I want to, Seungmin, I can't, " You started, rubbing your temples to ease your aching head. " Because our new boss literally gave me 5 thick documents to finish before tomorrow morning without any mercy. And that's just bullshit. I don't even think I'm halfway through it! " Seungmin replied with a chuckle to your short rant, an amused expression written on his soft face. You were having another small mental breakdown as you stared at your unfinished pile of work, feeling your soul escape your body.

" I think you're overreacting. "

" Well, what if I am?! "

Laughing, Seungmin leans his side on your cubicle, looking over at your messy desk filled with sticky notes, papers and pens. " I don't think it's that much. You're lucky that your boss isn't here to hear any of your complaints, " He muttered as he took a peek at one of your documents. You scoffed, not my fault that I'm not as good as you.

" Hear what? "

Frantically, you immediately hide yourself behind your cubicle and pretend that you were focusing on your work. On the other hand, Seungmin casually brushed his navy blue coat with his palms and lifted himself off from the cubicle. Making it all seem like nothing happened.

" Oh, it's nothing, Ms. Ka- " Seungmin paused as he met the owner of the voice who wasn't the person they were expecting to be there. " M-Mr. Bang?! " He stuttered, eyes widened at the blonde headed CEO. Seeing in the corner of your eyes, Seungmin bowed ninety degrees at him as a sign of respect. Even with his heated glare on you, you continued your work like no CEO even entered. Thanks to your cute height, for sure you wouldn't be spotted.

" What are you doing here? Working hours are done. "

Seungmin stood straight and scratched the back of his head. Curiosity slowly arose in you as seconds passed - since you've never met a CEO called by your colleague as ' Mr. Bang ' - although as much as possible, you didn't let go out of hand and kept your focus on the documents silently. The least thing you wanted to happen to you right now is get caught by one of the company's CEO. " I was about to head out, Mr. Bang, " Finding an excuse, he pulled up his sleeve to check the time on his wristwatch. " Uhm.. Yeah, I'm late for dinner. Sorry, Mr. Bang, I have to leave right now. Have an great night! "

With a last bow to the CEO, Seungmin dashed his way out of the building, leaving you alone with your work. The blonde head noticed how the room was still lit up despite it being unoccupied, which he thought. Heading to the switches, everything around you darkened. The only source of light you had was the monitor, and Chan caught it in the corner of his eye.

" Is someone still there? " His voice, catching a bit of foreign accent with it, echoed in the hushed area.

Baffled as he approached that light with a few slow strides, you freaked out mentally. Swiftly but silently, you left your chair and hid yourself underneath the desk next to yours. As he neared your cubicle, you held your breath, slowly starting to feel lightheaded. You don't know what are the consequences if you get caught after working hours since you're still kind of new - got hired just 5 months ago. Dumb you overthink random shit first before even going to the thing called 'common sense' and the rules you heard just goes in one ear then out on the other.

The moment Chan was about to reach your cubicle and take a glance to his right, the sound of marimba playing a soft tune echoed in the room. Stopping in his tracks, he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and grabbed it, swiping to the right to answer the call. You let out a hushed yet shaky sigh of relief, your shoulders less tense than a while ago. In your mind played a chant, thanking whoever was your savior.

Chan narrowed his eyes at the back of your cubicle while his phone is still pressed against his ear, listening to the person on the other line's complaints. " I'm on my way. Don't do anything stupid, " Not too soon you hear heels clacking against the polished marble tiles, the noise fainting as he left the room.

It took you a good couple of seconds to get out of your hiding spot (since you had to catch your breath and calm your heart down from the thrill), slightly shaking your whole body first before heading back to your seat and continuing your pile of work. Mentally groaning at yourself.

Oh. My. Gosh. These. Eyebags.

Is the first thing you thought as you looked at yourself in the mirror. The cause of it appearing badly because you obviously lacked sleep. All due to the time allotted for slumber was consumed by finishing your 5 thick documents that will be passed this morning. You could've cared less if today wasn't a work day, which fortunately for you it was still work day and these damn documents aren't gonna pass themselves to your boss this instant.

Fumbling around in your bag, you found your makeup kit and started fixing yourself. A little bit of touch ups here and there, just a little to look like it's still more natural than a lot to look like a plastic doll barbie.

Once satisfied, you smiled sweetly at yourself just to start your day nicely and exit your household. While walking on your way to the train station, incoherent mumbling leaves your mouth. A train of thoughts clouding you about your worries if you've left something important behind. In all honesty despite of your current good looks, you look stupid or crazy for talking to yourself in public. Well, at least you aren't as worse as someone yelling nonsense.

" I have all my files, identification card, phone, wallet, pocket knife 'cause anything could happen, keys- " you paused as soon as you misplaced your shoes at the edge of the last stair, falling forward. Luckily for you, you caught yourself and regained your balance. Wide eyed, you saw a kid, a giddy smile plastered on his face as he saw your commotion with a lollipop in hand. You felt embarrassed but laughed it off anyway, a light tint of pink decorating your cheeks.

You rushed towards the gates as soon as you realized the time with the card in between your fingers. Three beeps emitted from the machine when the gates opened after you placed the card on the scanner. With a few more strides, you caught up to your train ride as it was about to leave. You sighed in relief and sat down on a vacant bench, head automatically leaning back on the window. Your eyes boring at the ceiling while taking steady breaths after your short marathon on the way.

On the other hand, across you sat Chan. His right leg crossed over the other while scrolling through his phone. He wore a button up shirt, the first two still unbuttoned revealing more of his chest. His navy blue tie hung loose around his neck while his coat is still folded around his arm. His slacks were the same color as his tie and coat and wore black pointed shoes to finish the statement of his overall clothing. Blonde hair locks were scattered around his face but still managed to look stunning and attractive.

You haven't noticed his presence, so did he to you, and the fact that you both don't know each others' appearance even though you go to the same company just adds to the reason for you two's ignorance to one another's existence.

You got yourself to go back to slumber comfortably in your current position although you know when you wake up, you'll be greeted by your neck aching. Hopefully you don't miss your stop while gaining more sleep. The train swaying you lightly from time to time that you found quite relaxing, like a cradle rocking back and forth lightly to put a baby to sleep.

A child was running around the train with a joyful smile, giggling. He only stopped in his tracks when he reached in between you and Chan. His eyes glowed like there were stars decorated around his chocolate brown pupil when he eyed you two. Looking around, he spotted a roll of red thread underneath your bench and grabbed it. He thought it was just right.

With you being the closest, he starts to tie the thread around your pinky finger. You were too tired to even feel his small cold fingers run around your fingers nor the string tighten around it. Once done, he smiled to himself, his dimples appearing on either side of his cheeks and eyes forming into small crescents.

He left your side and skipped over in front of Chan, who was now too deep in thought as he gazed outside the window and his phone tucked in his pocket. Holding the other end of the thread, he wrapped it around Chan's thumb. Chan's body shook in surprise as he felt cold fingers ghosting above his hand and averted his attention to the child. He saw him knotting the red string tightly, strange that he barely even feels the string tightened around his thumb. " What are you doing? " he questioned although the child only responded with a bright smile, followed by a giggle.

The child turned and ran away from him, more giggles leaving his lips. Chan stood up and tried to chase him. But stopped as soon as he saw the child in the distance, dissolving into little particles in thin air and completely vanished in his sight. In disbelief, he rubbed his eyes and looked for the child around his area. Thinking that he was out of his mind, he sighed in defeat. There's no way anyone could do that in reality. It's either I'm insane or living in a fantasy or a chosen one blessed to see ghosts. Maybe, all of the above.

Chan looked down on his thumb, following where the other end lead to. Then, he spotted your sleeping beauty state, the other end attached to your pinky finger. With the sun rising in the horizon, a ray of gold-like light shines through the window, casting a shadow on you. And he thought you looked mesmerizing like that, peaceful and lovely. At least he wasn't tied up with a bitch or a hag.

Your eyes slowly fluttered open as the sun shined upon you. Squinting at its brightness, you raised a hand above your eyes to see more, only finding a red string wrapped around your pinky finger. You examined it, wondering what prank is anyone even planning and why did it have to involve you out of all people. Before anything stupid could happen, you attempted to loose the knot, ignoring the curiosity for a while of where the other end was. Looping and tugging it, even tried to chomp on it with your teeth, but all attempts failed. Well, that's until you gave up, untying it was impossible, unbelievably there's a knot that couldn't be untied. Sounded like marriage when you think about it, but there's the annulment and divorce ruining the picture.

Tearing your gaze at the string, you caught a pair of bewitching dark brown eyes staring back at you. In that particular moment, everything just froze in place. Time has stopped just for the two of you, you thought.

You felt your heart melting, probably from the warmth emitting in your body or from the warmth his eyes give off as you saw little sparks decorating the pupil. Unfamiliar light feathers tickling the insides of your stomach is what you felt other than the heat and that thawing heart of yours. Your mind knew it well that you shouldn't feel this way towards someone who you just met but your body and heart reacted so differently. There's just something about him that made you feel so exposed and vulnerable in his eyes that you couldn't come up with a possible answer to your 'why's.

Both of you didn't notice how seconds turned into minutes, too lost into one another's orbs. That was until the train stopped, causing Chan to break the eye contact and lose his balance. Before his hands made contact on the metal floor, he took a step forward in order to regain his balance which he successfully did. A small chuckle left your lips, eyes turning into crescents as you saw the commotion. He narrowed his eyes at you as the train was back in motion.

Chan fixed his clothes first before asking, " Who are you? ". Grabbing the pole next to him to prevent him from falling again on the next stop.

" Shouldn't I be asking you that as well? " You replied with a gummy smile, which quickly faded when you remembered what's the problem.

" What is this on my finger and why is it connected to yours? What kind of trickery is anyone pulling? Why am I involved in this? " You kept firing questions at him while he stayed there unbothered. Unlike you who did some more attempts to remove the thread, silly you even tried aggressively shaking your hand in hopes of making it a little loose. But no prevail happened once again.

" Just get rid of it. I didn't want this too, you know. " Chan taps his foot impatiently as he eyed your useless attempts.

" I am trying! " You exaggerated. Deciding to bring out the best tool you have for the situation in hand, your hands fumbling in your bag. Once you felt the cool metal on your fingertips, you brought it out and flipped it open.

Chan's eyes widened at the sight of the pocket knife in your palms. " You carry that on a daily basis? Are you insane? "

You rolled your eyes in annoyance. " It's not insane when it's used for self-defense purposes. I'm too nice to be the murderer you're assuming, " You replied, head throbbing as things aren't going well with the charming blonde.

He responded just before the blade and thread were in contact, starting with a scoff. " Yeah sure, nice. Anyone can wear that façade anywhere. "

" You know what, " You started as you withdrew the pocket knife back and glared at him afterwards, pissed off. " You deal with this shit yourself, I'm done with my part and I could care less about this red thread anyway. You look like you don't need any of my help 'cause you look fancier than me and it seems like you're not taking any gratitude towards my kindness. Damn these crazy rich people. " You threw the tool towards his direction and looked away from him, arms crossed. Chan instinctively caught it without getting any cuts despite the fact it's closed, his eyes burning through your figure in fury.

" If I actually got wounded instead from your little stunt, I would've sued you this instant, " He growled, only to be ignored by you.

Irritated by your sudden change of attitude, Chan flipped it open and skillfully ran the blade through the string. Only for it to just fall through like the string never existed, ghost-like perhaps. " It's not cutting, what the hell, " Chan muttered under his breath as he tried a few more times again.

"It's just a string, how could a- " You spoke as you turned your head back to his direction, only to be cutted off as you witnessed the unusual. Mouth a little bit agape in disbelief. The thread didn't fall apart even while the blade was just sitting in between of it on air. Maybe that explains why you could barely even feel the thread wrapped securely around your finger. You could tell that this stunning blonde head was just as puzzled as you were.

" Sir, if you're having any problems that includes this woman, we can sort it out. Just withdraw the knife first please, " a man suddenly blurted out, his voice a little bit shaky. That's when you realized the commotion you both have caused, everyone around you two took steps back away. All had fear in their eyes.

" Wait, you don't see the thread we're trying to cut? " Chan questioned, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. At that, he was more misunderstood.

" There's no thread..? " With that, it got the two of us surprised. Is the crazy one here them, who couldn't see this string, or us, who could?

Chan tried to explain our situation thoroughly but when he was about to speak up, out of the blue, a voice spoke in the speakers. " Please mind the gap, " You immediately grabbed his arm, carried his belongings and dragged him out of the train. Leaving its passengers confused as they eyed us. They might be thinking that you two are idiots.

The doors just shut a second later when you two got out. You felt a bit suffocated for an unknown reason, your hand reaching for your chest where you could feel your heart beating. Panting, you shoved Chan's belongings into his chest. " Are you alright? " He asked as he tried to place a hand on your back, the least thing he could do to comfort you.

But his hand only stopped in mid-air when you took your last deep breath, replying. " Let's just part ways here, " Saying those words felt a bit disheartening at some point, yet you chose to disregard it.

You walked forwards, while Chan stayed in his position, wearing his coat and fixing his tie. Although, something stopped you. As in you couldn't go forwards as much as you force to. Well when you did force yourself, it only tugged Chan towards you. Turning around, he was already eyeing you. " What was that for?! "

Glaring at the thread, you thought out loud, " Is this string telling me, it can only stretch itself approximately at 7 meters?! "

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no body, no crime - allison argent x reader

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Summary: When y/n disappears after confronting her husband about his affair, Allison takes matters into her own hands. Based on “no body, no crime (feat. HAIM)” by taylor swift [x]. You can find the mood board for this fic here

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: cursing, infidelity, implied kidnapping, implied murder, murder, alleged murder, alleged/implied death of reader, reader is married to a man with a j name 🤢

a/n: hi everyone! it’s been a hot minute since i posted a new fic & this is why. i’ve been working on this since late december of 2020, so this is the longest i’ve ever spent on a stand-alone work. i’ll include more gory details about the writing process at the end if you’re interested :)

dedicated to: elle (@demxters) for all of her help and ideas! this fic literally wouldn’t have gotten finished without her, send her some love <3

this is also dedicated to caoimhe (@free-pool-trash​) for not murdering me after i gave her a preview several weeks ago and then just ✨stopped writing✨

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Este's a friend of mine

We meet up every Tuesday night for dinner and a glass of wine

“Hey!” Allison greeted cheerily as she met y/n at their usual table tucked in the corner of their favorite restaurant. y/n returned the brunette’s smile as she stood up to hug her friend, but it didn’t reach her eyes. Allison saw through y/n’s facade and furrowed her eyebrows. “What’s wrong?” she asked as concern spread across her features.

“I think Justin is having an affair,” y/n admitted. The statement dropped like a bomb between the two women, causing Allison to nearly spew the wine in her mouth all over the table. She coughed a few times and drank some water to clear her throat before she composed herself enough to ask questions.

“What happened? Did you see something?” Allison asked hesitantly. Her mind was still reeling from the mere concept of y/n’s husband cheating on her. Sure, Justin had never been Allison’s favorite guy, but it was normal for girls to think that no guy would ever be good enough for their best friend. Right? 

Her husband's acting different and it smells like infidelity

She says, "That ain't my merlot on his mouth"

"That ain't my jewelry on our joint account"

y/n explained what had been going on over the past few weeks. Justin had been acting distant, which wasn’t too abnormal, but when he started coming home from work much later than his shifts ended and disappearing at odd hours of the night, y/n got concerned. The day that she had planned to approach him about everything and ask if anything was wrong, she got a call from her bank while driving home from work.

“Hi Mrs. y/l/n, this is Kathy from the bank. I’m calling to inform you that there have been a few large cash withdrawals from your joint account recently under your husband’s name, as well as a pretty expensive purchase yesterday at the jeweler,” the rest of Kathy’s words sounded muffled to y/n. It was nowhere near her birthday, Valentine’s day, or their anniversary, so y/n didn’t know what he could possibly be spending all their money on.

The next incident came a few days later when both y/n and Justin were home. y/n’s husband was in the shower and his phone buzzed with a new text message alert. Typically, y/n was never the type to snoop on her husband’s phone, but she figured she should check in case it was a work message. At least that’s how she justified it in her head. Justin had saved the sender’s number under the contact name “Spam Risk.” It was clever, y/n had to give him credit for that at least. Upon further inspection, y/n quickly realized that those texts weren’t sent from a telemarketer bot.

6:24 p.m.   I can’t wait to see you tonight, baby - Spam Risk

6:25 p.m.   Don’t keep me waiting too long ;) - Spam Risk

y/n thought the messages were strange, but the picture that followed the messages was definitely what threw y/n for a loop. There, on her husband’s text message thread, was a racy photo of a woman’s body that definitely wasn’t hers. y/n was quite literally stunned to silence as she dropped the phone back down onto the dresser. For the rest of the night, y/n was numb and quiet, not that Justin noticed. Then, like clockwork, he left the house at 11 p.m. with no explanation of where he was going or when he would be back.

By the end of y/n’s story, Allison’s mouth was open so wide she was sure her jaw would hit the table. 

“What are you going to do?” Allison whispered, still in shock. y/n grimaced before clearing her throat and speaking her next words with finality.

No, there ain't no doubt

I think I'm gonna call him out

Este wasn't there

Tuesday night at Olive Garden at her job or anywhere

“Hi, there should be a reservation for two under Allison Argent or y/n y/l/n for tonight,” Allison greeted warmly as she approached the hostess stand at their go-to girl’s night restaurant.

“Right this way, ma’am,” the hostess said with a smile as she grabbed two menus and led her towards their usual table. Two menus. That must mean that y/n wasn’t there yet? Allison thought it was strange, y/n almost always was the first of the two to arrive. Allison brushed off the thought as she thanked the hostess and sat down. She had intended to look over the menu, but the strangeness of it all wouldn’t leave her mind. y/n was late. She was never late. Allison pulled out her phone to text her best friend, and it then occurred to her that she hadn’t heard from y/n since last week. Allison had been away on a “work” trip with her dad for the past six days and had just gotten back into town. After 30 minutes of sitting at the table alone, half a dozen unanswered text messages, and even more calls sent straight to voicemail, Allison dropped a few bills on the table and left.

As Allison pulled out of the parking lot, she turned on the radio in a futile attempt to drown out some of her racing thoughts. Between songs the radio host took to the mic to make an announcement.

“Hello Beacon Hills, we now interrupt your regularly scheduled listening with an urgent message from the Sheriff's department. Speaking now is Sheriff Noah Stilinski,” the host trailed off before there was a brief crackle as the audio transitioned to the Sheriff’s press briefing. Allison turned up the volume as the Sheriff’s voice carried across the radio.

“Thank you all for attending and tuning in. It is with great displeasure and a heavy heart that I inform you all that y/n y/l/n has been reported missing. Shortly after 8 a.m. this morning, we were informed by her husband that she didn’t show up for work yesterday morning and also didn’t come home last night,” Sheriff Stilinski continued speaking but it all began to sound like white noise to Allison. It took everything she had in her to focus on not veering off the road so that she could head to the Sheriff’s station and speak to Stilinski in person. 

Conveniently, her route took her right past y/n and Justin’s house. Allison didn’t know what to expect as she sped by their house, but the fact that Justin’s normally filthy truck had been cleaned and waxed definitely caught her eye. The truck and driveway were soon out of sight due to the speed she was driving at, but at first glance, it looked as though his tires and grill had been replaced.

He reports his missing wife

And I noticed when I passed his house his truck has got some brand new tires

About a week had passed since y/n had been reported missing. Allison wasn’t sure how many search parties had been held, but they all resulted in the same thing: nothing. There wasn’t a single trace of her best friend, in fact, everything in Beacon Hills looked completely unchanged and normal. Allison’s focus and appetite seemed to have left with her other half, try as she might to desperately hold onto them. Her marksmanship had even been affected, something that hadn’t happened since high school.

Allison started driving around town during her free time. She wasn’t headed anywhere in particular, she mostly did it to try to clear her mind, though most times she was unsuccessful. She’d been mindlessly taking right and left turns and before she realized where she was, she passed y/n’s house.

Allison hadn’t planned to slow down as she passed the house, it was a mindless act if anything. Seeing a moving truck backed up to the house while Justin and some unfamiliar blonde woman were unloading boxes ensured that her decision to park her car where it couldn’t be seen and spy on the pair wasn’t mindless. Despite her gut telling her not to, Allison decided to give Justin the benefit of the doubt. Maybe he needed a roommate now since y/n couldn’t pay her share of the rent? Allison tried her best to keep all of her judgments and suspicions at bay as she watched the otherwise uneventful event unfold while biting her fingernails. 

A few boxes later, Justin pulled the blonde in by her waist and kissed her with a fervor that would make most people blush. Allison’s eyes nearly popped out of her head as she sat there in shock with her mouth wide open. It took a while, mostly because the kiss lasted for an obnoxious amount of time, but Allison finally regained control of her body. It was like her brain had to go through a hard reset before she was able to face the reality of the situation.

y/n was right. Justin was cheating on her. Not only that, but Justin had cheated on y/n, spent less than a week grieving her disappearance, then allowed this to happen.

And his mistress moved in

Sleeps in Este's bed and everything

Allison found out that Justin Smith’s mistress’s name was Rebecca Baker. She was a few years younger than y/n and she worked at the same company as Justin. It didn’t take long for Allison to hack into both of their iCloud accounts. A few hours of scrolling later she was really regretting her decision, especially when she got to Justin’s messages to Rebecca about y/n.

2:47 a.m.  What about your wife? - Spam Risk

2:47 a.m.  What about her? - Justin

2:48 a.m.  Are you going to leave her or kick her out or something? - Spam Risk

2:48 a.m.  It’s been taken care of. - Justin

2:48 a.m.  Taken care of? Justin, what does that mean? - Spam Risk

2:49 a.m.  Justin??? - Spam Risk

Each new message ensured that bits of Allison’s fingernails had been gnawed off while her left hand fidgeted anxiously in front of her mouth. Allison decided that those messages were probably the most incriminating thing she’d find digitally, but the time and date stamps caught her eye. The texts were sent early Monday morning, the day that y/n allegedly left home and then didn’t show up for work or return home. 

A chill spread from deep within Allison’s bones up to the surface of her skin, making goosebumps appear. Allison didn’t know what exactly, but she knew something terrible had happened to y/n and Justin had something to do with it. She shut her laptop a little harder than necessary as a resolved look spread across her face.

No, there ain't no doubt

Somebody's gotta catch him out

Good thing my daddy made me get a boating license when I was fifteen

Allison regularly accessed her personal armory, whether it was to prepare for a job or pack for a trip to the shooting range, but it had been a while since a powerful and unforgiving feeling hung over her shoulders. Allison carefully ran her fingers over her custom silver arrowheads as she considered her options. Her father’s words from one of her adolescent archery lessons rung in her head.

“The type of bow and arrows you use doesn’t matter. As long as you use them right, you’ll be able to make any shot. Don’t get hung up on the technicalities.”

Not too long after, her bag was stocked with her essentials: a bow, her trusted black leather archery glove, as well as a handful of arrows, though these ones lacked the silver heads she typically reserved for more exotic expeditions.

The rare dark clouds in the California sky at sunset were reflected in Allison’s cold eyes. The drive to her target’s house was familiar, the turns she made were almost instinctual. Normally these roads reminded her of her coffee dates with y/n and nights they spent talking for hours until sunlight crept through the windows. Now, her mind was blank and her heart was devoid of all emotion.

Even though Allison had disabled her car’s GPS earlier, she parked her car about a mile away from his house. When she was done, there wouldn’t be any evidence that could be traced back to her. She memorized his schedule; at 5:00 p.m. his shift ended and recently he’d been getting home by 5:20. His girlfriend got home sometime between 5:30 and 5:45, but she would leave for her pilates class around 6:30 and wouldn’t get home until 7:45. Allison had just over an hour window to get the job done, but it wouldn’t take that long. If everything went according to plan, she’d be off the property within a few minutes of taking the shot.

When she arrived her target had just come home from work and was alone in the house. She waited patiently, hidden by the trees that the property backed up to. She watched as he moved around through the open curtains and then as his girlfriend entered the house and kissed him with a passion that made Allison’s stomach churn. She watched as they ate dinner together, as her target’s girlfriend got ready for her gym class, and watched as she got in her car and drove away. When Allison checked her watch it was only 6:25 p.m., she had far more time than she needed.

The plan was simple, really. Under the cover of darkness, she’d flip the breakers, effectively cutting the power. When her target came out to investigate, she’d let him fumble around in the darkness for a while. He’d always been a paranoid individual, so it wouldn’t take much to get him on edge. A rustle in the bushes here, a small snapped tree branch there, and then something that would get his attention. Allison wanted his eyes to be on her when she took the shot.

Allison’s target was watching TV so he knew immediately when the power went out, plus the fact that the once illuminated house was suddenly bathed in darkness. The high-pitched yelp that escaped his throat almost made Allison laugh. She had to keep quiet though, at least for now. As expected, the dopey man scurried around to the side of the house where the breakers were located in no time. The batteries in the flashlight he held were on their last leg, that much was evident in the way the light beam flickered every few seconds.

Just as he opened the door to the circuit breaker panel, Allison moved. A rustle here. The sound practically echoed in the silence of the night, causing the man to whip around and shine his flashlight directly at the source of the noise. There was nothing there. It’s just the wind, he reasoned before getting back to work. After a few switches had been flipped - none of them for the outdoor lights - he heard another noise. This one was much louder than the last, a small snapped tree branch there. Again, the flashlight’s flickering light beam uncovered nothing, but it was enough to make all of the hairs on the back of Allison’s target’s neck stand up straight. He hastily flipped the rest of the breakers and the outdoor lights finally came on. 

When yellow light from the backyard fixtures flooded the area, both Allison and her target were revealed. Allison stood a considerable distance away from the man, but she was close enough to see the blood drain from his face and his Adam's apple bob. When his eyes darted to the bow hung by her side, realization dawned on his face. He began to turn away with the intention of running, but Allison’s voice held him frozen in place.

“Don’t move,” she ordered quietly without any aggression behind her tone. Her face wasn’t threatening, she just looked calm and focused. Allison’s smooth features and peaceful expression was what scared the man the most.

“I- I’m sorry- I didn’t-” he stammered out, his arms and legs beginning to tremble.

“Shh,” Allison chastised as she raised her bow, loading it with an arrow. Her fingers moved with precision, her muscles knew this routine well.

“Please don’t- no, you can’t, you can’t do this!” the man pleaded. He wasn’t above begging on his knees, but Allison wasn’t about to give him the chance. Her gaze was sharply focused on her target, the view of her tightly grasped bow in her peripheral vision.

“Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.”

When Allison’s fingers let go of the bowstring the arrow flew smoothly through the air. The only sounds heard were the arrowhead piercing skin and the man wordlessly falling to the ground. The arrow went straight through his heart. Maybe Allison’s shot landed right where she intended. Maybe there was a metaphor in there. Allison checked her wristwatch, the numbers 6:45 shining back at her. An entire hour to spare.

Time to take out the trash.

I've cleaned enough houses to know how to cover up a scene

The job didn’t take long at all and it was definitely one of Allison’s least challenging ones, but it still felt nice to take a hot shower and sit in front of her fireplace with a cup of tea. The fire served a dual purpose; the crackles of the burning wood soothed her like a lullaby while the flames licked around and destroyed her bloody clothes from earlier. All of her equipment had been cleaned and put away, positioned exactly as it had been before. Everything was the same, nothing changed or out of place. There was just one less heartbeat in the world that night.

Good thing Este's sister's gonna swear she was with me

On the second day of the trial,  Rebecca Baker’s lawyers were throwing whatever they could against the wall to see if something would stick. That morning they began to argue that Allison Argent might’ve abducted and murdered Justin Smith in retaliation for y/n’s disappearance. It was all speculation at best, but the theory unfortunately made sense to the jury. Before things could get too far, the prosecution called its first witness of the day to the stand.

“Mrs. Martin, where were you on the night of Mr. Smith’s suspected disappearance?” the prosecution lawyer questioned calmly. 

“I was with Allison at my house. We were having a girls night in, you can check my security cameras,” Lydia answered confidently. Lydia still had a pocketful of favors from her MIT days, so when the jurors were shown the clips from Lydia’s home security cameras, they saw exactly what they would’ve expected based on Lydia’s testimony. 

Truth be told, Lydia didn’t know anything about what happened that night; including Allison’s whereabouts and any details related to Justin’s alleged demise. All she knew was that Allison called and asked for a simple favor - an alibi for just a few hours. Lydia didn’t ask questions and Allison didn’t give answers.

Good thing his mistress took out a big life insurance policy

On the third day of the trial, Rebecca Baker took the stand. Her lawyers tried to help her as best they could, but the prosecution was ruthless. All of the evidence was circumstantial at best -  all parties, including the judge and jurors, knew that - but it was enough to make everyone reconsider the spotless image the defense had tried to create for Ms. Baker.

“Ms. Baker, is it true that you knowingly engaged in a romantic relationship while Justin Smith was married to and living with his wife?” another one of the prosecution’s attorneys began.

“Yes,” Rebecca replied meekly. Allison internally scoffed from her seat in the gallery. She found irony in the fact that Rebecca didn’t find any humility or shame in sleeping with another woman’s husband until she was under oath.

“Is it also true that within approximately a week of Mrs. y/l/n’s disappearance, you moved into Mr. Smith and Mrs. y/l/n’s house?”

“That is correct,” Rebecca said as she began to wring her hands together anxiously. The judge tapped his wrist watch and shot a stern look towards the prosecutor. The man nodded in response and continued to his final points.

“I’ll wrap up my questions for you, Ms. Baker. Can you confirm that shortly after moving in with Mr. Smith, multiple legal and financial arrangements and adjustments were made? And these new arrangements make you the sole beneficiary of Mr. Smith’s life issuance policy, assets, and investments?”

By the end of the prosecution’s final question, every jury member and spectator sat up straighter and waited to hear Rebecca’s response with bated breath. The blonde ball of nerves sighed defeatedly before turning to face the attorney directly as she answered his question.

“Yes, that’s true.”

“No further questions, your honor.” As the lead prosecutor returned to the plaintiff’s table, Rebecca’s attorney stood up to address the judge.

“Your honor, the defense would like to request a brief recess,” the defense attorney nearly pleaded. Though his poker face was much better than his client’s, it was clear that he was getting nervous.

“We’ll reconvene in 15 minutes,” the judge ordered with a stern glare cast towards Rebecca.

They think she did it but they just can't prove it

It soon became clear to Rebecca that the recess her legal team requested was nothing more than a “kiss your dignity goodbye” meeting. If she hadn’t been queasy before the recess was called, she definitely was upon re-entering the courtroom.

The rest of the trial seemed to move in slow motion for Rebecca. A few more witnesses were called to the stand, more lackluster evidence was presented, both sides made their closing arguments, and the jury left to discuss the verdict. After what felt like an eternity, the jury returned with an official decision.

Silence settled over the room as a single juror stood to address the court.

“The jury finds the defendant not guilty on count 1 of murder in the first degree based on lack of sufficient evidence. The jury finds the defendant not guilty on count 2 of kidnapping based on lack of sufficient evidence. The jury finds the defendant guilty on count 3 of insurance fraud based on…” 

The rest of the jurors’ statement sounded like white noise to Rebecca. She was just barely coherent enough to hear the judge deliver her punishment a few minutes later. $50,000 fine and 200 hours of community service.

Allison stuck around to the bitter end of the trial to hear the verdict in person. In all honesty, Allison didn’t want Rebecca to go to jail. It wouldn’t be right for her to serve time for a crime she didn’t commit, but Allison did find satisfaction in the fact that Rebecca would soon be picking up garbage in a fluorescent orange vest.

After the majority of the spectators had vacated the courtroom gallery, Allison leisurely gathered her things. Justice had been served to Justin, she personally made sure of that, and now justice had been served to Rebecca. The blonde and brunette women briefly locked eye contact as Allison made her way towards the exit. 

“You did this,” Rebecca whispered to Allison. Suddenly, it was like a flip switched within her. One moment she was numb, yet calm and collected, and the next moment she was screaming (literal) bloody murder and had to be held back by her lawyers.

“YOU DID THIS! YOU KILLED JUSTIN, YOU BITCH!” Rebecca cried, though her words fell on deaf ears. Allison exited the courtroom with her head held high as the courtroom deputy and defense lawyers did their best to calm the hysterical woman.

She thinks I did it but she just can't prove it

A week later the court case was still on Allison’s mind but the emotional scars had begun to scab. Healing was never a straight or smooth path, Allison had learned that the hard way over the years, but this was a start.

y/n’s landlord had been generous enough to allow Allison to gather y/n’s things before he cleaned out the house for new renters. As Allison walked through the home she once considered to be an extension of her own, she felt her throat dry out and tighten up. She hadn’t realized she was crying until she was wiping salty tears off of the picture frames she’d carefully picked up. Each photo unlocked a new memory, some even elicited a chuckle out of Allison amidst her tears.

A photo from y/n’s wedding day stood out among all the rest as Allison’s eyes jumped from frame to frame. It was a candid shot Lydia had taken while they were in y/n’s dressing room before the ceremony. y/n looked as beautiful as ever in her flowy white gown and Allison’s mulberry maid of honor dress complemented it well. As Allison put the final touches on y/n’s hair and makeup, y/n fastened the clasp of a custom necklace behind Allison’s neck. On a thin, medium-length chain hung an arrowhead from the first time Allison had ever tried to teach y/n how to shoot a bow and arrow. y/n failed miserably, but it was a cherished memory for both girls. Since that day, Allison had only taken the necklace off a handful of times.

Allison smiled bittersweetly at the memory and wiped a fresh tear off of the decorative frame before pulling her necklace out from underneath her shirt. She pressed a gentle kiss to the cool silver arrowhead and then to the photo frame, right above y/n’s styled hair. 

A feeling that Allison couldn’t quite explain flowed through her body just then; it was like taking a deep breath of fresh air after being stuck underwater or seeing the gentle rays of the sun for the first time after a hurricane, it felt like freedom. Allison felt almost as if y/n was right there next to her, with her head resting on Allison's shoulder and wrapping her arms around the brunette’s torso. In that moment, Allison somehow wordlessly knew with every fiber in her being that y/n was finally at peace. 

No, no body, no crime

I wasn't letting up until the day he died

a/n: AHHHH DID YOU LIKE IT? it was kind of a wild ride from start to finish and i definitely shed a few tears while i was writing it. please lmk what you think!

okay, now onto the writing process from hell: i started drafting ideas for the fic on dec. 21 or 22 of 2020, after i put together a mood board. i had written more than half of the fic when i decided i hated it and scrapped the whole thing on xmas eve (~3000 words 🤡). after that i was kinda in a rut and couldn’t decide how i wanted to end the fic so i ended up writing and deleting ~2500 words over the past month and a half. @demxters​ is an absolute GODDESS and helped me come up with the ending, so i am eternally grateful to her for that. if any of this seems a lil strange it’s probably because i finished writing it at 4:45 a.m. after working on it for 3ish hours straight. have a great day lovelies!

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[bokutobaes]

inarizaki boys when you have a bad day

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆-with: atsumu, suna, kita

☆-!warnings!: swearing, parental issues, parents fighting, (there’s nothing physically violent), illness like the flu

☆-a/n: yall these are longgg LOL sorry

☆- author: lu <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ atsumu:

-his baby had a bad day :((

-just kidding he didn’t notice at first I’m so sorry nzjsjjsj

-your lockers are nearby so he’s usually waiting for you there first thing in the morning

-you woke up today with a headache and you were just really tired from studying last night :/

-you wanted to suck it up because it was your own fault for leaving the studying until the night before the test you had

-anyways, you were walking up to your locker lowkey trying to avoid eye contact with him

-“hi tsumu :)” u fricken liar with that fake smile

-“morning babe!” atsumu pulled u in for a back hug “i have to get to class kinda early for a test review so i’ll see you at lunch”

-and with that he was pecking your cheek and leaving

-“okay.. kind of good” you thought.. you didn’t wanna worry him or anything so you headed to you first class, math

-hell literally broke loose.. you forgot your pencil case and had to ask like 4 people until you got one which was embarrassing

-AND THEN the teacher called on you for an answer that you didn’t know like the universe

was against you or something

-“uhh... ummm i don’t know..” headass😩

-the class after that was slightly less dehumanizing but it was also japanese class.. the class you had a test in that you just barely studied for

-you did the test and lost braincells, blood sweat and tears LOL

-“okay class these will be graded by lunchtime so please come by to collect your scores before your next class”

-ogey :/ anyways u went to ur next class and before u knew it, it was lunch time.

-a text from atsumu made your phone vibrate while on your way to get your test scores

-“hey babe im actually gonna eat lunch with samu we’re practicing a bit at lunch”

-oh :) ok :) that’s fine :) not like u :) desperately:) need a hug :) right now :)

-“oh okay babe” you text back

-whatever u don’t need him independent queen

-that’s your mindset.. until you get those test scores

-it’s a literal fail .. did not pass the test.. ok..

-“y/n san, these test scores were not your usual best. I’m slightly disappointed, if there’s anything going on please let me know”

-“thank you sensei. i’ll do better next time.

-at this point you were just tying not to cry so you took your test and shouldered your bag and walked to a bench outside for some fresh air.

-right.. you didn’t bring lunch today

-so now you were hungry, tired, defeated, disappointed and lonely :,(

-the last class of your day went by quickly probably because you were zoned out the whole time

-the end of the day came and you were at your locker when your guardian texted you

-“Y/n, you had that test today right? I’m expecting to see the grade when your back home. Didn’t have time to make food tonight so find something to eat on your way home.”

-oh that test ? lol hahaha the one that you failed?! yeah that one haha lol lollll

-so with that, you started your walk home

-“y/n!!”

-fuck. atsumu.

-if you saw him now you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your tears and you really didn’t want to cry

-so your solution? pretend you didn’t hear him and walk faster lmfaokdhdh

-but atsumu, being.. well atsumu, decided to just full speed sprint towards you to put his shoulder around you

-“i literally know you heard me. i missed you today sorry about lun- why are you crying ?!!?”

-“bad day” you choked out before a shuddering gasp wracked your chest

-atsumu didn’t say anything he just wrapped you in a tight hug, petting you hair while you cried into his chest

-“its okay babe.. “ :(

-“you wanna come over? we can get food and cuddle”

-you nodded your head taking a shaky breath

-his hand reached out and wiped your tears, brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead like it was natural to him.

-and so you walked together hand in hand to atsumu’s house where you ate samu’s leftover onigiri and vented to atsumu about the day while you cuddled

-he also gave you a hoodie :,)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ suna:

-“living is a chore :|” you thought as the alarm rang through your room ruining your peaceful sleep

-it was raining outside and your mind went back to last night, the screaming match your parents had

-normally you’d be used to it but it felt like they were starting to take the anger they had for each other out on you now

-you tried not to but you started thinking about all the things your mom had yelled to you through the closed door of your bedroom

-“your just like your father. you’re selfish, lazy and all you do is run around with that little boyfriend of yours! what about your family?! you think your better then us? why don’t you move out then since your so good at being independent?!”

-everything she said was always completely blown out of proportion, she lied all the time. it’s exhausting for you

-you started getting ready for school, you wanted to see suna and your friends and laugh and just forget last night even happened

-when you got to school suna was there at your locker scrolling lazily through his phone

-you smiled, genuinely as he looked up and greeted you with a smirk

-“nice hair.”

-“wha-“ you started and then smacked his arm when you realized that your baby hairs were out of sorts “shutup” you scowled

-“good morning” suna hugged you

-“good morning”

-now you were off to class, it always went by too fast, you thought. school was always done in the blink of an eye

-“what’re you doing at lunch?” your friend tapped your shoulder and whispered to you

-“mmm nothing probably why?”

-“let’s eat on the roof today! yui told me there’s gonna be a rainbow cuz it stopped raining.”

-“okay” you smiled

-now at lunch with your friends you ate the bento you had packed before. the rainbow was there and it was beautiful

-you were having fun just laughing with your friends and texting suna while he sent terrible photos of atsumu. things were good, you had forgotten about your mom

-until the end of the day came and you had to go back home

-as usual suna was at his locker waiting so that you could walk home together

-after crossing the street you and suna were at a bike path, trees surrounding the fences

-it was a comfortable silence until...

-“what’s wrong?”

-suna asking took you by surprise, you didn’t think you were acting any different. were you?

-“what are you talking about”

-“you look sad, you did this morning too but then you were fine the rest of the day so I didn’t say anything. but, you look sad again now”

-“oh..”

-so suna just saw right through you

-“ um.. i’m okay.. it’s just ..” you laughed dryly “i don’t really want to go home”

-“did something happen?”

-“yeah.. my parents were fighting, it turned into this whole thing.” you felt a lump in your throat start to form “i don’t really wanna talk about it”

-“okay. you should just come over then, right?”

-“can i?”

-“you literally don’t even have to ask me anymore y/n” suna grabbed your hand and led the way

-when you got there suna hopped on his couch and started putting on something from netflix

-“my parents aren’t home, my sister has a dance thing today” he grabbed a blanket and you sat down, putting your head in his lap

-suna put on a comedy show, of course he would

-he played with your hair while you watched and after an episode or two, he asked

-“do you want to talk about it now?”

-and so you did, you told him what happened last night and what your mom said. your plan was to not cry but that failed miserably

-suna listened intently, he told you the truth, he said that what she said wasn’t true, he told you you could sleepover whenever you needed to.

-kissed you and wrapped you back in the blanket

-“i love you, you know that right? always.”

-he always knew what to say and you loved him for that

-“i love you too, suna”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ kita:

-kita knew, first thing he noticed when he saw you that you weren’t okay

-you woke up with a terrible headache, aching body and stomachache

-so this is it? this is hell? ok.

-but the test.. you had a test today. fortunately you had actually studied for weeks because you knew it was important

-mentally? you were ready for that test. physically? you had the spanish influenza

-so you weighed the options and decided you would go to school, take the test and then come back home after.

-the problem with that was that kita would in fact lecture you on all the reasons you should not have come to school

-he was right of course, but you still decided that you would need to avoid him for today

-spoiler alert it did not work

-your test was your third class of the day so you only had to get through 2 classes and you’d leave at lunch perfectly avoiding kita

-this was what you thought while you were at your locker until you closed it and walked directly into kitas chest

-“wow”

-“good morning y/n-chan”

-“morning kita! i have to go or I’ll be late!”

-you ran😭 and you almost got away too but kita grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side of the hallway

-he felt your forehead and both cheeks

-“you have a fever y/n”

-“no I don’t I’m just hot from walking to school”

-he said 😐

-you signed and rested your head on his chest letting your arms dangle

-“why did you come? you look sick”

-“thanks. I have a test.”

-“how do you feel?”

-you told him your symptoms but also that you were leaving right after the test and you could pull through

-he really didn’t want you to overwork yourself but he knew you were set on taking the test

-so he let you go and he made you promise to text him between classes and let him know if you felt any worse

-and off you went

-honestly, you were fine up until halfway through your second class.. then you started feeling really cold and tired even kind of nauseous

-then in the third class your test was put onto your desk and before you knew it your teacher was saying “begin”

-okay. you can do this you thought to yourself. the test was easy enough with how much you studied, you thought about every answer and you tried to finish quick

-but then it was like time cut itself in half and the bell for lunch was ringing

-you weren’t even done the test yet

-“y/n you can stay in here until your done but i expect you to have it finished soon”

-one question left

-you don’t even remember what you ended up putting before you were up and giving the paper to your teacher

-kita was right there when you left the classroom

-“hey ..hey.. y/n”

-you could barely hear him you just flopped into his arms

-“okay I’m taking you home.. “

-“but..”

-“shh let’s go”

-you don’t remember getting there but then you were in your bed smothered in pillows and blankets

-kita came in

-“what time is it?”

-he looked at his phone “half past 4”

-“4?!” you jolted up “did you even go back to school?” “kita?!”

-he smiled at you “no but it’s okay y/n it was only one day. i wanted to take care of you

-you noticed he had a steaming cup of something in his hands

-“what’s that” you asked

-“its tea, but it’s special tea :)”

-“what do you mean” you laughed

-“my grandma showed me how to make it, it’s gonna make you feel a lot better”

-he’s so cute...

-“kita... you didn’t have to do all this”

-“i wanted to” he sits beside you and hands you the tea

-literally tasted like heaven

-“mmmmm oh my god”

-kita laughed and kissed you on the cheek before joining you in the bed

-you cuddled and watched movies on your laptop until you fell asleep, comfortable in your boyfriends arms

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[yourlmanburg]

movie night // karlnapity x gn!reader

(hi! this is my first post on tumblr and i’m still learning how to use it haha, requests in my askbox would be highly appreciated please i will literally love u so much <3)

word count: 1,565

summary: you and your boys took the night off from streaming to spend some time together

request?: nope, but my requests are open!

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“Is there anything else y’all want?” Nick asked from the bar stool he was seated on, scribbling down a quick shopping list. Both Karl and Alex shook their heads, Nick just about ready to head off before you piped up from the sofa in your open plan apartment, a sly yet lighthearted smirk present on your lips.

“Yeah, actually. Popcorn, crisps, sweets, and just any snacks you can find, really. Also, make sure you guys cancel your streams tonight - we don’t have any lore planned, do we?” you looked at each of your boyfriends who you met through the Dream SMP, and they returned your gaze with very confused expressions. Even so they shook their heads again to provide an answer to your question. 

“I mean, I was gonna hop on the server with Will for a bit, but I can leave that until tomorrow if you’d like?” Alex asked, obviously curious as to what his partner had in mind. You were quick to assure him that your little idea could wait for a day the four of you were free, though you weren’t completely convinced that it would even happen at all if that were to be the case; you’re all very busy people.

“If it’s something important to you, baby, then I’m sure we can work something out,” Karl said with a soft smile, both Nick and Alex humming in agreement. “Although, dare I ask why you want us to cancel our streams?” he asked sheepishly. You considered keeping it from them, but gave in to the anxiety-inducing question of whether it was really important enough or if you were just being clingy.

“Well, I just thought, maybe, we could, you know,” you stammered, worrying the three a little bit. They exchanged glances, wondering if they’d perhaps done something wrong. “We haven’t really spent much time together recently, and I thought we could maybe have a movie night or something? I’m sorry, I know I should’ve planned this out properly with your guys’ input, it was just a last minute thought. We really don’t have to do it, Alex I know you said you had streaming plans and that was before I mentioned any of this and-”

“Babe,” Alex cut off your rambling before it spiralled into something more, as it often did, chuckling slightly and walking over to you with his arms out wide. You let him wrap them around you and you reciprocated the action, close to tears at this point due to the whirlwind of anxiety racing around your mind over something that warmed your boyfriends’ hearts, instead of annoying them and getting in their way as you’d predicted. “I’m sure we can miss out on a day of streaming to spend some time with each other, right? We have been pretty busy, like you said.” He smiled, looking deep into your eyes before leaning in for a sweet kiss.

Nick cleared his throat upon seeing you trade kisses without him, not even bothering to cover up his laughter. Of course, you sarcastically apologised and gave each him and Karl their own kisses too, Alex doing the same.

“So, is this everything we need?” Nick checked one more time before heading out the door, leaving once you’d looked over the list and didn’t see anything missing.

“Alright then lads!” you turned to Alex and Karl once the door closed, a large grin gracing your face. “Go and grab all the pillows, cushions, blankets, plushies - go and grab every comfy thing we own! If we’re gonna do this, we’re doing it properly, Okay?” they both instantly scrambled to the king sized bed and pretty much stripped it, while you crouched in front of the cupboard that the relatively large TV stood atop. Your eyes skimmed over the many movies you owned, the innocent Disney ones mixed in with the more gruesome and gory horrors like Saw and The Shining.

After a good few minutes of sorting through the discs and picking out a variety of movies to suit everybody’s tastes, stopping at some point to cheer Alex on in a wrestling match on the sofa against Karl, you’d finally found about six hours worth of top quality films. You looked up at the clock on the wall and it had just gone four pm, meaning that if you settled down by five at the latest then you’d be done by about eleven, making it the perfect time to head straight to bed so nobody would be overly tired in the morning. But there was no use worrying about that, this was supposed to reduce stress, and worrying about time was the opposite.

You’d sneakily chosen a couple of very scary horror movies, knowing that Karl wasn’t the biggest fan of them and it’d be an easy way to get lots of cuddles out of him; he didn’t hate them, but they weren’t exactly his cup of tea, either. You stood up and helped him and Alex set the blankets and cushions up on the sofa, collapsing onto them once you were done. 

While leaning your head on Alex’s shoulder, he snaked his arm around you and absentmindedly grazed his fingers up and down your arm. You closed your eyes and you must’ve fallen into a light sleep as you were a little dazed when you opened your eyes to see Nick gently shaking you, not remembering him getting back. Alex was in the kitchen with Karl and you could hear them trying to figure out how to pop the popcorn, even when you knew there were clear instructions on the box.

“Hey, love.” Nick greeted you warmly with an even warmer kiss, planting himself beside you and wrapping an arm around you, much like Alex had not even half an hour ago. You leaned into his side and closed your eyes again, listening to his steady heartbeat.

“I love you.” you murmured softly, feeling Nick press a kiss to your temple and muttering a small “I love you too.” 

“If you’re tired, we can always do this tomorrow, honey.” he said, causing you to sit up and jokingly look at him with a shocked face.

“After all the hard work and planning that’s gone into this? I shall not wait!” you yelled dramatically, the both of you laughing at your antics. While he pulled out his phone to scroll through Twitter and alert his fans that there would be no stream today, you stood up to check on the other two. It took them a good few minutes to realise you were watching them, positioned against the counter with a fond smile on your face. It was moments like these that really made you consider how damn lucky you were to call these three yours; sure they were dumb idiots, but they were your dumb idiots, and there was nothing that could change that.

They had just about managed to microwave the popcorn kernels without exploding the whole apartment or something stupid, and were beginning to pour all the snacks into bowls. You helped by taking the full bowls and placing them on the table between the sofa and the TV, sneaking a few bites here and there. Once you were all ready and cuddled up, you on Nick’s left, Karl on your other side and Alex beside Karl, the first movie was finally starting up.

You’d gone easy with this one, choosing Tangled, a very well-known classic. If you knew them, you sang along to the songs no matter how in tune you were or not, and if you didn’t then you simply sat back and enjoyed them. The movie ended and you realised you’d have to stand up again to start up the next one in the pile, when Karl offered to do it for you. Before you could even do so much as protest, he stood up and walked over to the DVD player, looking back at you with a horrified face as he saw what was next: The Silence of the Lambs.

“I hate you so much, Y/n.” He said with a loving smile, knowing you well enough now to see right through you. “If you wanted cuddles, you could’ve just asked!” You chuckled as he put the second movie on, returning to your side and resting his head on your chest. The four of you happily munched on the snacks that were almost gone by now, holding each other close if you got scared.

That movie finished, and then the next, and then the next. By this point you were shoved against Alex, Karl lying over the two of you and Nick. It was about half past eleven and you were all clearly tired, so you decided to call it a day and head to bed. You did your usual nightly routine, whatever it consists of, and collapsed into bed, shortly joined by Karl, then Nick, and finally Alex. As usual, you were sandwiched in between Nick and Karl, and you held onto the former tightly.

“Thank you so much for tonight, guys, I really missed you.” you admitted halfway through a yawn, seconds away from passing out.

“I missed you guys too, I really did.” Karl agreed, and so did the other two. You drifted off in a happy silence, glad to have spent the evening with the three men you loved so dearly.

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[kagedaddy]

you meet again - haikyuu!

Warnings: none

boyfriend scenarios [2] [masterlist]

daichi sawamura

You were regretting your decision, why did you think it was a great idea to bring a bento for Daichi Sawamura.

Oh yeah it was your apology gift.

Your captain had given you a lecture and because you felt really bad when you saw him a few days after, where a large bruise had formed on his cheek.

You sighed before straightening yourself out, what’s so scary about apologising.

Trying to quietly slide the door open, you peek your head in scanning the room until you meet eyes with the men’s volleyball captain, he looks at you in question and you enter the room.

“Uh hi.”you greet and the two males seated next to him turns to him in amusement,”(last name), what are you doing here, can I help you?”he smiles brightly, how can he be so happy to see me when I’ve rammed a door to his face.

“I’ve brought you a bento as an apology for the bruise on your face.”you move the bento in his view, his friends beside him whisper to each other glancing between you and their friend.

A deep blush tints your face and all the more his friends smile with widened eyes,”oh thank you, (last name).”his cheeks burn the same shade as yours he takes the neatly made bento and a grateful smile graces his lips, you can’t help but swoon at it.

“Do you want to join us for lunch?”he stammers which makes his friends snicker at the poor blushing male,”I’ve already had lunch.”you shake your head and politely bowed before you leave.

Your movements are halted when you feel his hand take yours, you turn to face him quirking your eyebrow in question.”Let me walk you back to your classroom.”he smiles awkwardly but you found it charming.

You just nod your head and let him walk you to your classroom.

sugawara koushi

It had been a week since you had started in Karasuno High, it definitely had been an interesting week and it wasn’t as bad as you thought. Though it was difficult at first to settle into the classes but you had a few people help you out.

You were a little bit bummed, you weren’t seeing your grey haired as often because of his club activities, he was the first friend you made in your new school.

The class before lunch had just finished and you couldn’t be more happier, you had skipped breakfast this morning and your stomach was surely grinding itself, to simply put it you could eat a horse.

“(last name), do you wanna have lunch together?”the familiar soft voice of your grey haired friend pulls you out of your thoughts, you turn to the male flashing him a smile,”sure,”you happily agree before getting up and following wherever he was leading you, he pushes open the roof access of your school.

You both sit crossed leg across each other and unbinded your bento boxes, pulling out the compartments,”いただきます。(thank you for the food)”you clap your hands and quickly taking a bite of your lunch, swaying around and almost moaning in satisfaction.

“You’re so cute, (last name)”Sugawara softly chuckles as he takes a bite from his lunch, your cheeks heat up and you quickly swallowed your food.

You stare up at the male before you, hazel eyes boring into yours, you both look away with flushed cheeks,”uh do you wanna try some?”you move your bento closer to his, he nods before plucking a pork cutlet out.

He moans as he takes a bite,”wow! It’s really good!”he gushes, as gentle smile resting on his lips,”thanks, I made them!”you say proudly and his eyes shine impressed with your product.

“Nee (last name), make me some next time,”he playfully winks but next time you were definitely gonna make more to share with him.

asahi azumane

“Asahi and (last name) can you please collect the activity form from all the third years, thank you”Shinra sensei pulls you out of your thoughts as you heard your name be called, oh no you were partnered with Asahi.

He was scary.

You nod your head to the sensei and he continued on with the last announcements for homeroom. Once he finished you walked over to Asahi, still hesitant to face the intimidating male especially from the last encounter when you bumped into him.

“Asahi, when’s a good time for you to collect the activity sheets?”you asked the long haired male, he looks down at you his height towering you by a lot. 

“We can do it now.”his voice was gentle very different from his appearance which takes you aback, you shyly nod and follow his lead on collecting the activity sheets.

You observe the male before you, with his towering frame you would think he has a scary personality but how wrong you were.

The male was practically so nervous to speak to his peers that you had to step in, stifling a tiny giggle as you continue to watch him.

“Asahi are you alright?”the male looked like he was having an anxiety attack, you put a comforting hand on his arm and help him with his breathing,”breathe in, breathe out,”you set a pace for him and he relaxes.

“I’m so sorry you had to see that (last name), I’m not too good with dealing with people,”he lowers his head in embarrassment cheeks flushed.

“It’s okay Asahi, it happens to the best of us,”you flash him a reassuring smile and he returns one though it looked uncomfortable.

nishinoya yuu

“(last name), wait up! Let’s walk to class together!”you whirl around to meet the source of the sound only to be met by the rolling thunder male, you slowed your pace and waited for him.

“You actually waited for me.”he says excitedly as you now both walked side by side, bumping into you slightly you couldn’t help but giggle at the energetic male,”Why wouldn’t I? You asked nicely.”you turn to him in confusion and he just shakes his head,”Everyone says I’m annoying.”

“I think you’re just full of energy.”you giggle as you both enter the gates of Karasuno High, people staring at you both as Nishinoya continues to bounce around beside you.

“Oi Nishinoya is she your girlfriend now?”the baldy called out, you face turns red and so does Nishinoya’s, you remembered him he was the guy Nishinoya trampled over,”Baka Tanaka, she’s just my friend. We’re walking to class together.”he sticks his tongue out at the bald male and laughs loudly earning odd looks from our peers.

“Sorry about him, he’s always like that.”Nishinoya turns to you shyly pink peppering his skin, you wave it off,”its okay!”

You arrived at your classroom and like a gentlemen he opens the door for you, bending over as if he was a butler,”oh thank you dear sir.”you play along and his smiled widens.

Taking your seat at the second row, Nishinoya pulls out the chair beside your seat and brings it to your table,”I was wondering you’d wanna catch lunch together?”

“sure but is it okay if (friend name) joins, we always have lunch together”

“yeah, I’ll bring Tanaka too and I can show you more of my rolling thunder.”

tanaka ryuunosuke

The cafe was empty today except for the usual customers who studied here until closing time which were still few, since it was not busy this evening you take a seat in one of the booth and pulled out your homework, working on them so you didn’t have to do it later.

The soft jingle of the bell pulls you out from your work and you’re surprised to see the bald male from the other day. You walk over to the counter to take his order.

“Hi, what would you like this evening?”you smile at him and his face flushes a bright shade of pink,”I’d like your number!”he blurts out, blushing more and you giggle at him amused by his antics.

“Uh, I’ll have a latte please.”he rubs the back of his neck awkwardly, quickly paying and leaves to find a seat, he smacks his head and you silently giggle more.

Once you finishing making his drink you serve it to his table,”one latte for the MVP of the game,”you had recalled the name of his cup last time and a smile graces his lips before accepting the coffee from you.

You return to the booth you had been studying at and immersed yourself in your homework once again.

A looming figure casts a shadow on your work and you look up to meet the bald male,”uh hi, can I keep you company?”he gestures to the free seat across you and you nod your head, a wide smile plasters on his face.

“What school do you go to?”he looks at the papers spread out on the table,”Shiratorizawa Academy.”you answered as you continued to scribble on the sheets,”oh! I heard it’s a tough school to get into, I’m from Karasuno High.”

“I can tell from your jacket the other day.”you smile at him and he blushes and laughs awkwardly,”oh yeah!”

You both continue to talk back and forth, just enjoying a light conversation,”Oh shoot, I have go! I’ll see you around.”he looks at his phone and begins to stand.

“Yeah, I’ll see you around”,you scribble on the paper before ripping it,“here you go, since you asked for it”you hand him the paper with your number written down on it, his eyes widen in surprise before jumping up from his seat.

“Yes!!”

You can only  laugh as you watch his giddy figure leave the cafe.

kageyama tobio

You groan as your phone sounds for the millionth time, finally deciding to reach for the device on your night stand, popping any eye open you scroll through the different notifications and you stop at the message from Kageyama Tobio.

‘(last name)-san sorry practice was running late. I’ll drop by my place and then I’ll head straight to yours.’

Your eyes widen as you read the message, sent 15 minutes ago. You jump out of your bed and rush towards the bathroom to quickly make yourself look presentable, brushing out the tangles of your hair and applying light makeup to make your face less ‘I literally just woke up’ look.

Just as you slip on comfortable shorts the doorbell goes off. You run to the front door before straightening out your clothes before opening it, he’s dressed in casual clothes, he’s in a dark plain tee and possibly volleyball shorts with his Karasuno Volleyball Club jacket.

“Kageyama, please come in.”you move out of the way to make space for your guest and he quietly enters removing his outdoor shoes and slipping into the house slippers.

He stands awkwardly at the foyer,”uh let’s work in my room?”it comes out more of a question and your face heats up looking away at the towering male, you’ve never invited a guy into your room before.

You lead him in your room and settle on the floor table,”what should we start on?”you ask flipping through the pages of the material given,”wait what exactly are we meant to do?”he asks face full of confusion and you stare at him before blushing a the fact that you also did not know what to do.

You giggle at his confused face and his turns a shade of red before looking at the material given again,”we’re meant to be watch a film every week to discuss and make a report about it.”you explain pointing at the section where there’s a list of movies.”oh okay”

“Let watch the first movie,”pulling up your laptop and finding the film on some random website, once you found the movie.

You and Kageyama squeeze beside each other, the male blushing madly at the proximity and your face mirroring his, shoulder brushing with each other as your try to watch in the screen of your computer.

With both of your faces flushed red, you click to start the movie.

hinata shouyo

“(last name), I’m ready to start the tutoring session,”the orange haired male looks at you with determination, popping his head through your club room door.

You look up from your paperwork and beckon your classmate to join you,”that’s good to hear Hinata,”you say cheerfully and he takes a seat right beside you.

“Alright, let’s review on the lesson today so it’s still fresh!”you pull out your notes from today,”do you have any questions from today’s discussion?”

“Yeah I have a question, what did we discuss about?”he scratches his head in confusion and you can’t help but laugh at his cluelessness,”don’t worry, that’s why I’m here to help,”you reassure the male as his shoulders slump in discouragement.

You both slowly try to go through the discussion today, the orange male trying his hardest to pay attention.

After half an hour of trying to pronounce the English words and still not getting it quite right,he was so close but he gives up.

“I can’t do it,”he slams his head on the desk, wailing about his failure, you watch him amused, he was easily disheartened.

You rub his back gently as he continues to wail in sadness,”Hinata, it’s still the first tutoring session.”he pull his head from the table and you guys begin again.

Doing better in the second half of the hour but he was still down in the dumps.

“I don’t want to not play volleyball,”his eyes widens in realisation, you ruffle is orange head smiling at the male.

“Then we’ll work hard to study Hinata!”

tsukishima kei

“(first name), dear. We’re having visitors over for dinner.”you hear your mother’s soft voice through the loud music blaring from your room,”okay, who’s coming over?”you ask turning the volume down of your music,”our neighbours two houses down, the Tsukishimas.”

“Oh!”you had wondered why all of a sudden your mom had invited them but that was how she was, always inviting people over. You weren’t too bothered to see the blonde male, he was mean but it was nothing you couldn’t handle.

After awhile you hear your mom answer the door and you fully turn down the volume of your music and changing into a more presentable outfit for the guests. 

You exit your room to politely greet your guests.

You see three sets of blonde hair and your mom ushering them to the living room,”(first na)-”your mom cuts herself off as she sees you in the hallway,”Good evening,”you bow your head respectfully making Mrs. Tsukishima gushes over you and you flush from her sweet words.

“(last name)-chan, do you know my son Kei.”she pulls on the lanky male whose face is set with a scowl,”yes, he helps me reach my books in the library, Tsukishima-san.”you smile nicely at the woman who looks too sweet to know her son’s snake tongue.

“Awwe my Kei is too sweet. This is my other older son Akiteru.”she pulls the shorter blonde male who in turn flashes you a smile which makes blush more.

“Let’s have dinner before the food gets cold,”your mom ushers all of you to the dinning table where a spread of food had been prepared, you take a seat by your mom,”Kei, sit beside (last name)-chan so her mom and I can chat, the younger blonde just grunts in response and awkwardly sits beside you.

“いただきます。(thank you for the food),”you all thank your mom for the food before digging in the meal before you. 

Dinner was silent except for the occasional chats from both your moms and form Akiteru asking you about school, which you were polite to answer. 

While the younger Tsukishima just kept giving you side glares to which you stared back to, not backing down.

“Kei, why don’t you walk (last name)-chan to school everyday.”his mother says, you flush pink in embarrassment.

“Fine.”

yamaguchi tadashi

“Hey! I’m Tanaka, you’re a cute first year.”an intimidating bald male approaches, you step to create some distance between you two as he started to make you feel a little bit uncomfortable.

“Hi, Tanaka-senpai.”you say bowing to your head slightly in respect, the male lights up,”she called me senpai,”he takes your hand and swoons over you, awkwardly trying to remove his hands from yours.

“(last name), shall we get going?”Yamaguchi waves you over and you sigh in relief before politely excusing yourself from the second year. 

“Nee Yamaguchi, she your girlfriend?”the second year turns his attention to the both of you and blush in embarrassment,”No, I’m just tutoring her Tanaka-san,”Yamaguchi stammers but the more his face burns red, the bald male looks doubtful but drops the topic.

You walk side by side with Yamaguchi towards the library, you both take a seat at the farthest part of the library, where there were barely any students,”alright, let’s get started.”he pulls out his notes and you lean close to him so you can see what he was explaining.

After an hour of studying, you guys were in the same position but both of you seated very close to each other as you had completely leaned your body on the male.

The green haired male becomes very flustered and blushes madly,”Yamaguchi, are you alright? Your face looks like its burning up.”you tilt your head in worry, reaching over to touch his forehead his eyes widen and moves away blushing even more.

“You look feverish Yamaguchi, we can call it a night.”you smiled at the male as you decide to pack for the both of you,”uh yeah.”he quickly shoves everything into his bag and you both walk out the library.

Before Yamaguchi could open his mouth you cut him off,”don’t worry, you don’t have to walk me home. Get home safe!”you waved as you walked to the opposite direction as him.

“Hope you’ll feel better Yamaguchi-kun”

//

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[escapewithbts]

Secrets in a Foreign Language (Part Three) - Jungkook

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This same thing happened the next three weeks. You would come to Jungkook’s house to clean at exactly 2pm on Tuesday and he would be there. Again, there wouldn’t even be much to clean, you would finish in record time and then he would ask to hang out, whether it be playing video games again, watching movies, or even just sitting in his kitchen and talking. Were you still confused? Absolutely. Why were you still coming to clean when there wasn’t anything to do? Was he that lonely? Certainly not, right? He had his 6 other band members to hang out with if he wanted to, and, of course, his “girlfriend” Cho-hee. Although the two of you hadn’t even come close to talking about the topic of relationships, you could still sense he wasn’t happy with the arrangement in place for the two of them. However, their relationship continued to make headlines of all of Korea’s tabloids, the same kind of pictures where they looked closer than ever. You couldn’t help but wonder why he agreed to this if he didn’t seem happy. What was he getting out of it? Maybe it was just a part of his world that you would never understand.

The following week you couldn’t help but feel giddy as you slipped the key into the front door of Jungkook’s apartment. Whether it was frowned upon to have any kind of relationship with a client outside of your working business hours you weren’t sure, but regardless you were extremely thankful to have found someone who you may be able to soon consider a friend. Jungkook was shy, but funny, and just so kind. He definitely had a sort of “cool guy” façade, especially in the videos you watched of him on stage (yes, you had been looking him up again), but you quickly learned from hanging out with him that in reality he was actually a huge dork. He was goofy, and dare you say, surprisingly… normal? You understood each other’s references to movies and shows from when you were kids (despite living in different areas of the world you grew up with many of the same things) and you helped him when he struggled with speaking English to you, and vice versa with you and Korean. You just got along incredibly well, sharing the same kind of humor and competitive spirit. In fact, Tuesdays were now what you looked forward to more than anything.

But on this particular day, when you entered the home, Jungkook wasn’t at his usual spot on the couch. You stood still for a moment, trying to listen for any sort of indication he was somewhere else in the house, but you were just met with the muted sounds of cars driving on the busy roads out below. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed. Even though this is how it was supposed to be, you had actually gotten used to his company every week. But he was literally in the world’s biggest boy band at the moment, I guess you couldn’t expect him to be here every time, right?

Nevertheless, you put on your gloves, inserted your wireless headphones, and got to work.

When you reached the guestroom part of your cleaning this time, all you had left to do was take out the trash. However, when you went to remove the bag from the can, something you saw made you stop dead in your tracks. There, on top of the small pile of garbage, was a large clump of dust, like what would be emptied out of a vacuum cleaner. Ah ha! So, your suspicions were correct! Someone was cleaning the place before you got there. But you still had no idea why.

Just then, you heard the front door slam shut, startling you out of your thoughts. Jungkook was home? A huge smile spread across your face, the giddiness returning. You hadn’t expected to see him today and suddenly your heart felt full. But maybe, after this discovery, it was time to ask him if and why someone else was cleaning the house before you. Just to put your mind at ease.

You put down your duster and strolled into the hallway, immediately finding Jungkook at the other end. He smiled widely at you.

“(y/n)! Hey! I was just coming to see if you were here.”

You nodded and returned the smile.

“Yep, it is Tuesday afternoon after all.”

He motioned with his hand for you to follow him.

“Come on, I have too much food for one person.”

He wasn’t exaggerating. When you entered the kitchen there were takeout containers of all different kinds of Korean foods sprawled out on the island.

Jungkook grabbed two plates from the cupboard.

“Where did you get all this?” you asked, your eyes wide and mouthwatering at the sight.

He handed you one of the plates and a pair of chopsticks.

“It was leftover from our shoot this morning… the other members took some back to the dorm so there was even more than this.”

You shook your head in disbelief.

“Wow… And you’re sure… I can have some?”

He raised an eyebrow at you and scoffed.

“Yes. I cannot eat this alone you… uhh… English for pabo?”

Your mouth fell open.

“Jungkook! Are you calling me an idiot?!”

Jungkook’s cheeks turned red.

“Idiot? What! No, no! I didn’t mean it like that! No, I meant- aiissshhh how do I say it- “

You interrupted him by bursting out laughing, earning a confused grin from the man in front of you.

“I’m just joking with you… I think the word you’re looking for maybe is... goofball? Unless you were trying to say I’m in idiot then that’s okay, too.”

He looked away embarrassingly but laughed with you.

“Ah no, no, goofball… goofball, yes? That’s how you say it? Goofball sounds better, I think.” He paused and stared into space, repeating the word a couple times to himself. You giggled at his repetition of the word.

Then he confidently nodded his head and gave you a thumbs up.

“Yah! Okay okay! I will remember!”

You smiled at him.

He’s so cute, a blush forming on your cheeks at the thought.

The two of you scooped food onto your plates and then went into the living room to sit on the couch and eat.

“Want to watch Netflix?” he asked, picking up the remote, “there’s this Korean movie you should see.”

You nodded, half chewed kimbap in your mouth.

“Okay, sure.”

Then you remembered you had planned to ask him about the vacuum remnants in the trash. You figured now was as better as a time than ever.

You swallowed as he scrolled through the app on the tv. Why did it make you so nervous?

“Hey, Jungkook?” you started, “Can I ask you something?”

He stopped scrolling and turned to look at you, his cheeks puffy like a chipmunk from being stuffed with food.

He nodded in response, his big brown eyes wide waiting for what you were going to say.

You looked down at your food.

“I noticed, um, today when I was cleaning the guestroom… in the trash there was… like what looked like dust and dirt from a vacuum? And the past few times, it’s seemed like someone had cleaned before me? And it’s okay, it’s not that big of a deal,” at this point you were rambling, thinking maybe bringing up something so miniscule was silly, “I just was curious if I should know if something is going on or if I’m just imagining it? I don’t want to get in your business or anything, I don’t know, I’m probably just dumb…”

When you looked back up at Jungkook he had a panicked look on his face. He swallowed hard, his face turning red as a beet again, from the tips of his ears all the way down to his neck.

There was an awkward silence as he just stared at the floor, appearing deep in thought. Finally, he shut his eyes tightly and balled his hand up in a fist, placing it to his forehead in exacerbation.

“Aiiisshhh, you’re not dumb, it’s me. It’s me, I am the one cleaning before you get here.”

You cocked your head and furrowed your eyebrows. Okay, now you were really REALLY confused.

“But… why?”

He took a deep breath. He opened his eyes, but he still did not look at you. He just shook his head and moved some food around on his plate with his chopsticks. Then he mumbled something so quietly it was almost incoherent,

“Because… I thought if you did not have as much to do, it would make more time for you… to hang out with me.”

Oh.

Oh.

Well, that was not at all what you were expecting.

You felt your heart skip a beat, and butterflies in your stomach.

He finally looked up at you, a worried look on his face, his bottom lip between his teeth, a blush on your face now, too.

But you couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.

It was Jungkook’s turn to cock his head, a slight smile appearing on his face.

“Why-why do you laugh?”

“I don’t know, I guess because… because no matter how much I had to clean I still would have hung out with you afterwards,” you replied with a shrug.

A huge smile spread across his face, making wrinkles form around his eyes.

“Really?” he wondered.

You nodded.

“Well yes, of course,” then you pointed a chopstick at him, “Hey, who’s the pabo now??”

He shook his head, his long hair bouncing against his face. You suddenly got the urge to run your hand through it.

“Both me and you?” he suggested.

You rolled your eyes and laughed.

“Okay, okay, fine.”

There was a pause and you looked back down at your plate before softly saying, “Honestly though, Jungkook, I really do… enjoy spending time with you.”

Then you shoveled a heap of noodles in your mouth before you could embarrass yourself even more.

But there really was no need to feel embarrassed because Jungkook didn’t take his eyes off you, and the big smile never left his face as he said,

“I really do, too (y/n).”

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there was a bug | knj

⇢ pairing: namjoon x reader ⇢ genre: smut, fluff, angst ⇢ word count: 7.0K ⇢ theme: roommate! namjoon + best friend! namjoon + f2l au ⇢ warnings: cursing, unprotected sex (be safe), oral sex (f. giving and receiving), deep throat, handjob, sleep stroking, fingering (f. receiving), cumshot, mild dirty talk, tons of self doubt.. yikes. this literally turned out way more angsty than i had originally planned. namjoon’s dick is huge. ⇢ summary: you and joon have been best friends for years, unexpectedly his feelings start to grow more than platonic. deciding to keep this to him, joon stays as your best friend and roommate. things are going fine, until one night you’re forced to sleep in his room.

Mindlessly scrolling through your timeline, you were met with the blurry picture from the night you spent out with the guys a while ago. Jimin had posted it. You were slung over your roommate, Joon's shoulder as he ran toward the water, Jungkook and Hoseok rushing up behind you two.

A faint smile spread across your lips as your thumb tapped twice against the screen. That had been a good night. The eight of you crowded around an open fire, salty from the lake water. Jin had kept everyone entertained with his endless storytelling. Yoongi was even oddly animated, excitedly adding on to his elder's words.

Jimin's unofficial job was to get everyone drunk, calling for a suspicious amount of shots. It wasn't until Tae was puking out his guts did Jimin think it was time for everyone to slow down. Still it was a fun night. You even remembered pretending to be asleep so Joon would carry you to the house.

You had always liked the feeling of being in his arms.

It had become a running gag among the lot of you, when you and Joon would stop playing and become official. You couldn't see that happening, though. Yeah, you lived together, and you'd cuddle and were a bit more touchy with him than the others and there was that time that he ate you out but you were both drunk and it ended at that.

You two were just a bit too different for a relationship to blossom. At least, that's the mantra you've been repeating since that drunken night. And from the lack of romantic advances, Joon must've felt the same way. What you two had now was good, you were best friends and it wasn't complicated.

Feelings completely platonic. Your eyes followed the movement by your head, a shriek leaving your lips as your eyes fixed on the large black bug strutting over your pillow. Body flying up, you nearly sprinted down the hall, bursting into Joon's room.

You were met with his wide eyed surprised expression. He had been laying on his bed, a pair of gray sweats hanging low on his hips as he read his newest novel. It only took him a second to take in your frazzled state, sitting up only now registering your shriek from before.

“Why? What happened?” His eyes holding their round shape. You couldn't help the way your eyes shifted from his face to bare chest. It wasn't often that you saw Joon with his shirt off. He was definitely more modest than the other guys, only sometimes taking his shirt off while he swam.

You never gave it much thought, but now you were cursing him for it. How selfish of him to hide such a beautiful mass of muscle from the world. Joon was much buffer than when you first met. Prominent collarbones housing two very well worked on pecks, you imagined the way they'd flex if he was to tighten a muscle.

His arms had gotten bigger two, much rounder and visibly harder. His soft but flat tummy was a contrast to all of the muscle. With a clearing of his throat, Joon caught your stare arching a brow. “What's up?”

A forced cough left your lips, mentally scolding yourself for ogling at your best friend like that. “I... I, uhm-,” It took you a moment to regain your composure the multi legged creature reminding you why you were standing there, drooling.

“There was a bug! A huge bug crawling on my bed,” Your eyes widened as the memory of seeing the insect run over your pillow rushed back into your thoughts. It was so big! And dark, it had so many legs. You just wanted to throw up.

Joon's body relaxed once he realized it was nonsense you were on. “So? Squish it,” He shrugged a shoulder, leaning back into the comfort of his bed while lifting his book back up to eye level.

“Squish it!?” You moved so you were now standing at his side. The palms of your hands wrapping around the swell of his bicep. Really? When did he become like this? With a few pulls, you managed to tug him back up to a sitting position. “Can you please go look?” Pairing your request with a pout he never seemed to be able to resist had Joon rolling his eyes.

Slowly he pulled himself into a standing position, the palm of his hand rubbing against his bare chest. It seemed as if in that moment he had realized that he wasn't wearing a shirt, the tips of his ears flushing and his cheeks too if you could see his face.

“It's probably gone by now... I'll look,” He offered a small smile in your direction. You had taken up a small portion of his bed, nodding your head as you crossed your legs underneath you.

Your eyes never left him as he walked out of the room, did that boy just live at the gym? How had you not noticed him getting bigger like this? You enjoyed the delicious flex of the muscles in his back until he was disappearing around the corner.

With a huff, you were flinging yourself back against the blankets on his bed. Almost immediately, you were engulfed with his scent. Joon always smelt so good. A bit like nature from all the time he spent outside, mixed with the bit of cologne he sprayed in the morning.

One of the reasons you loved being in his arms so much was because all you could smell was him. A mini collection of his sweatshirts had started in your closet. He didn't mind, always mentioning how adorable you looked in his big clothes. The brim reaching to the tops of your knees.

Joon was jogging back into the room moments later, you didn't bother to sit up. He took up the space beside you, shoving your hair back off of your forehead. “I couldn't find it. It probably just left,”

That had you quickly sitting up, “It probably just left? Probably not. It's most likely concocting some plan with it's friends to attack me while I'm asleep.”

Joon laughed. “I doubt that,”

“I'm sure of it,” It was so easy for you to curl up into his lap, especially with how quickly he was to wrap his arms around your tiny frame. “Can I just stay in here with you?”

“You want to sleep in here?”

It was late, a bit past ten, there was no need to entertain each other. Just sleep. You two had fallen asleep on the couch together countless of times. You nodded.

Seconds ticked by as his eyes studied your face, his attention being brought to the book he had been reading before you had interrupted him. A soft sigh left his lips, “Hand me my book,” He jutted his chin out to point at it. You were quick with grabbing it, so you could settle back into Joon's embrace.

“Will you read to me?” Your arms had wrapped around his torso, your body shifting into his lap. “You're just going to fall asleep,” This wasn't the first time you had asked Joon to let you in on his literary adventures and every single time you fell asleep before he could finish a chapter.

“I won't this time, I'm not even tired.”

Flicking to his saved page, Joon began reading the printed words out loud. He had shifted your body on his lap. You were more comfortable now, between his legs with your back against his chest. His arms around your waist as he held the book out in front of you two. You could feel the rumble in his chest with every word he spoke.

Joon's brows furrowed as he went to flip the page, hearing your soft snores. His gaze shifted down to your sleeping face, his eyes instantly rolling. “So annoying,” He mumbled, the smile on his lips only growing. It annoyed  how even with your face squished against his arm, creating a puddle of drool on his skin, hair in your face he still thought you were so pretty.

The feelings he had for you were strong and destined to just grow. Of course he was sad that you didn't feel the same way. But having you as his best friend was good enough for him, it had to be. There was a point where he was convinced that everything was going to change.

It was in the midst of one of your many movie nights. You two had, had a few drinks and were teetering toward tipsy. This wasn't the first time you'd get drunk together, but this time became different than the rest because you had kissed him. You. Kissed. Him. He remembered the feeling of his heart hammering against his rib cage, the girl of his dreams was kissing him in the middle of their shared living room. The excitement, and the alcohol, had things heating up quickly and soon you were in bed together.

You tasted so sweet against his tongue. So wet too, for him. Just for him. That had been the best night of his life, being able to watch you cum not once, but twice just from his tongue. He had planned for so much more, but you whined about being sensitive and he didn't want to push it.

Joon held you that night, all night. Just like he had done so many times before, but this time it was going to be different. When morning came, you'd be together the way that you should be. He'd be able to kiss you and hold you without that terrible ache in his chest.

At least, that's what he thought. The sun had barely risen the next morning, but he was awoken from his slumber by your frantic shifting. The panicked look on your face was enough to send all of his hopes for the two of you to hell. “We didn't.... did we?” You couldn't even say it as if it was so horrible.

Joon had eased your worries to which you replied with: “Fuck, I was so drunk.” He shrugged it off, agreeing. Although that night, he hadn't drank that much... and neither did you.

The memory put a bitter taste in his mouth. He wasn't upset about it, not in the slightest. Things were the way they were. He just wished they were different.

With very little effort, he was rolling your body over to the empty side of his bed. You shifted only slightly, incoherent mumbles leaving your lips before you were back in deep sleep. Tossing his book on the nightstand, Joon went to flick the light off.

“Stop moving,” Joon's words were fogged with fatigue, his body shifting to face your tossing figure. It had to be after one by now. You had woken up a few moments ago, trying to find a comfortable position to fall back asleep in. You didn't mean to wake Joon up, you had forgotten that you were in his bed.

A grumble of what was supposed to be a sentence left your sleeping lips. Without a word, Joon was wrapping an arm underneath your head, tugging your body against his chest. Your face being smushed right against his bare slightly sweaty chest.

He patted your head, “Sleep,” An involuntary happy sigh left your lips as your body relaxed. “So perfect,” You mumbled out, lips puckering to place a chaste kiss to the center of his chest. Joon's body stilled, pulling back only to be met with your sleeping face.

You lay wide awake on your back, watching Joon's air humidifier. A dozen curses were being sent to that bug that decided to commander your bed. Now you were wrapped up in Joon's tight embrace, a leg around your waist and his arm draped over your shoulders. His face was nuzzled into your neck, lips inches from your skin. All you could breathe in was his scent and your heart was going crazy.

With each soft breath blown against your clammy skin, you grew wetter. His fingers ghosted over the skin of your shoulder, the gesture only making the heat between your legs grow. He looked so peaceful and... so clueless. You wondered how he could sleep so soundly when he was making you feel this way.

Unconsciously, his hand was slipping down from your shoulder. You froze when the tips of his fingers traced the lace of your tank top. Was he awake? You shifted to take a peak. Still sound a sleep, snores leaving his lips. His features contorted, an inaudible murmur leaving his lips as he flattened his hand over your breast. A few wiggles of his fingers and his thumb was rolling over your now hardened nipple.

A gasp left your lips, quick to bat his hand away. He shifted, groaned before tucking you further underneath him. Joon let out a yawn, he was so close his lower lip dragged against your skin as he closed his mouth, the feeling instantly had your pussy aching.

You had to get out of here. Before you did something rash. Before you ruined the friendship you both worked so hard for. Before... his hand was on your chest again, squeezing and kneading. The motion startled you, forcing you to jump back, his limbs sliding from your body.

“What is it now?” His words raspy and you could tell he was hardly awake. “Come back, baby. You're so warm.” His eyes were open now, hooded but staring right at you. He blinked a few times, confusion taking over his features. “Are you alright?”

What were you to do? Tell him that he was feeling you up in his sleep and it made you so wet and now that he was awake you wanted him to do more. To touch you some more. Yeah, right. He'd definitely think you weird. Instead, you shook your head, sinking back into the spot next to him.

Joon's arms were quick to wrap around your waist, pulling your back against his chest. His hand nuzzling in your hair. He shifted and that's when you felt it. He was so fucking hard and deliciously big. Had he been dreaming before? His length was pressed right against your ass and it was getting harder and harder to hold back.

Your hips had taken on a mind of their own, it seemed. Rolling backward feeling just how long he was. Fuck, so big. Your quiet whimper was followed by another jerk of your hips, and then another, and another. The moan that left your lips was masked by his grunt. “Fuck,” Again, you froze.

Joon thrust his hips upward, body jumping at the friction. He repeated the action. “Keep going, please.” He sighed, the grip he held on your waist tightening.

You twisted in his arms, staring up at him with wide eyes. You could feel your heart beat throughout your entire body as he stared at you. Lip tucked between his teeth, crazed lust filled eyes, hair a mess. It only took a second before you decided what you were to do next.

Your hand was wrapping around his hard cock before you had a moment to talk yourself out of it. There was already a bit of pre-cum gathered at the tip and you smirked at how much you were able to affect him by not even doing much.

Joon's cock was heavy against your palm, long and veiny. The tip of your index finger traced over the most pronounced vein at the underside of it. Earning a hiss from him. Joon didn't dare move a muscle, he didn't want this to end and he felt if he made the wrong move than poof, this all would be over like a dream.

Gathering as much moisture from his tip as you could, you slowly began to stroke him. Your eyes never left his, watching as his jaw fell slack the moment you started the movement of your wrist. “Fuck, you're huge.” Your words were punctuated by the drop of your second hand around his length.

You twisted both fist in opposite directions, keeping up with your torturous pace. When you looked up at Joon, his eyes were squeezed tight, mouth open and head cocked back. But he wasn't making a sound. You wanted to hear him. You wanted him to fall apart from how good you were making him feel.

Dropping one of your hands down, you grasped his balls. Shit, even these were big. Giving them a firm squeeze while speeding up the pace of your strokes, you watched his face. “Fuck, baby.” He cursed, hips jerking forward. “Do that again,” His breathing was much heavier now.

You obliged, massaging your fingers into his skin after you squeezed. “Shit.” Joon was dragging out his curses and moving his hips along with the movement of your hand. Just when you were sure you were going to have him cumming, he stilled.

A hand pulling your hair into a makeshift ponytail. His mouth was on yours in an instant. The kiss was sloppy and rushed. Tongues twisting and pushing against each others until he decided that he liked nibbling at your lips better.

Kissing him right now brought back the memory of what it felt like to have his mouth working between your legs. The thought only sending a shock of arousal between your legs. Rolling onto his back, Joon didn't dare part his lips from yours. Not until he was satisfied did he use the grip he had on your hair to pull your head back. His hand pushing your body down until you were face to face with his throbbing cock.

It glistened slightly with his arousal. The tip an angry red. He was much bigger than he felt. You gasped when it jumped, seemingly on it's own. You had been so mesmerized by his size, you hadn't noticed Joon's hand coming down to wrap around himself.

Not until he was lining the tip of his cock up with your mouth. He rubbed it against your lips a few times, the salty taste seeping through onto your tongue. “Open,” He urged. Your mouth was wide before he could finish his sentence, leaning forward to swallow him whole. You've wanted to taste him for God knows how long. Moaning once you felt his tip hit the back of your throat, you tried for the last few inches covered by his palm only to have your throat restrict, your coughs forcing you to pull back.

“Easy,” Joon pushed your hair back so he could see your face, “Relax, baby.” Fuck, he looked so good right then. Lips wet and swollen from the kiss you had shared. Hair sticking up in all directions, that one vein at the side of his neck was starting to show.

You ducked your head back down, tonguing over the vein at the underside of his cock. He groaned so you did it again, this time sucking his tip into your mouth. You rolled your tongue over it in small circles. Silently preparing yourself before opening up your mouth once more to take him down your throat.

He was bigger than any other guy that you've sucked off. Way bigger. Your hands grasped his thighs bracing yourself for the few inches that were left. Joon watched you in amusement. How hard you were trying to swallow all of him was not only extremely sexy but... lifting your gaze your eyes caught his. It took everything in him not to fuck forward, just to have you choke again.

Your eyelashes batted cutely at the man above you before you were swallowing the rest of his length, your  nose pressed up against his groin. Joon was almost drooling at the sight of you, his body jerking when he felt you swallow around him.

Quickly he was reaching down for you hand, bringing it up to your throat. “Swallow.” You followed his orders, feeling your throat constrict and then... the feeling of his cock right there. “Feel that?” He smirked, his hips pulling back to allow you to breathe normally.

Sitting back on your knees, you greedily sucked all the oxygen into your lungs that you could.

Joon took in your watery eyes, the harsh raise and fall of your chest. Maybe he'd pushed you too far. He thought. His hand grasped his cock, mimicking the movements that you had been doing before. He'd just make himself cum and that would be it.

Your head shook quickly, eyes going wide. You were crouched down inches from his cock within seconds. “I wanna do it. Please, let me make you cum.” He was surprised, but pleased. Seeing his nod, you were quick to replace his hand with your own.

Tongue finding home on his balls as you moved your hand quickly. His moans only urging you on. “Fuck, you're so good... in your mouth, baby. Put it in your mouth.” Your mouth covered a little more than half of his length, your head bobbing quickly as you hallowed your cheeks here and there. The palm of your hand massaging and squeezing his balls.

Joon had both of his hands holding your hair back, twisting and jerking his hips along with the movement of your mouth. “Uh, fuck... I'm so... fuck, I'm close.” You let him still the movement of your head, fucking your mouth at his own pace now.

It wasn't long before his thrusts became sloppy and he was sputtering, holding your head down as he filled your mouth with his load. Incoherent rumbles of praise and curses left his lips as he slowly came down and you began sucking again, milking out every last drop of his orgasm. You swallowed.

“So good,” He was mumbling before slumping back against his pillows. An arm went up to cover his eyes as he concentrated on getting his breathing in tact. You watched him for a while, his chest heaving and stuttering until it was just soft breaths indicating that he had fallen asleep.

The cloud of arousal had suddenly been ripped away from you in that moment. Realization of what had just taken place finally hitting you. You both crossed the line again, and this time there was no alcohol to blame it on. What did all of this mean for you? For your friendship?

The thoughts rattling in your mind were slowly driving you mad and you decided you couldn't sit here and watch him sleep anymore. Shoving the covers back, you reluctantly trudged back down the hall and into your room. You'd just have to brave whatever creature decided to attack you in the night.

The sun seeped through the window and onto Joon's face, slowly pulling him out of his slumber. He stirred and groaned, reaching out for your body-- in hopes to steal some of your warmth. His arm being full outstretched and not finding you had confusion settling in. His eyes blinked the sleep away, his blurred vision finding the empty space beside him.

Last nights events all came rushing back at once. “Fuck,” Joon grumbled, sitting up in bed while running his hands over his face. He had taken things too far, once again. Who knows how you'd react this time around. It was obvious that you were feeling weird... why else was he waking up in an empty bed.

It was as if he wasn't able to learn his lesson. He was always crossing the line with you and he feared the day you got sick of it. Shoving his blankets off of his body, he was dragging himself down the staircase and into the kitchen.

His heart fluttered, seeing you standing there. Wearing nothing but his t-shirt and a tiny pair of panties. Your ass jiggled as you tried to reach a cup on the top shelf. You never dressed like this. Not in front of your friends at least. Knowing this had Joon instantly thinking that maybe last night wasn't a huge mistake.

Maybe things were different now and seeing you like this was going to be the new thing. Without much more thought, he was moving to stand behind you, doing something he had wanted to for so long. An arm snaking around your waist and a hand sliding down to squeeze your plump ass. Fuck.

A yelp left your lips at the feeling of his strong hand, your body jumping and the cup just barely in your grasp slipping, rolling and tumbling onto the floor. The sound of shattering glass filled both of your ears. “Joon!” You exclaimed, wiggling from his grip to pick up the pieces.

Joon cursed himself for an idiot once again. “Sorry, I just...” Shaking his head, he bent down to help you clean up the mess. You stared down at the shards of glass, refusing to make eye contact. “It's fine, I got it. You don't have too... ow, fuck!” Quickly blood started to leak from the small flesh wound, you brought your finger up to your mouth to suck on it.

“Don't do that.” Joon was reaching for your hand, pulling your fingers from your mouth. You observed the cut before pulling you up to your feet. “It's not that bad, let's get it cleaned though.” You went to pull your hand out of his grip, starting to tell him that you could handle it yourself. He was shaking his head before you could even finish your sentence, leading you into the bathroom.

Joon had sat you down on the toilet as he crouched down in front of you. A first aid kit open on the floor between you, you almost rolled your eyes at how dramatic he was being. Nothing was said as he rubbed disinfectant over your finger, inspecting the cut once all the blood was wiped away.

You couldn't help the way you seemed to always admire him, even if he was doing the simplest of things. He had neglected to put a shirt on before leaving his room, the same sweats hugging his hips. He had such an attractive look of concentration on his face, brows furrowed and lips pursed.

How could he be this handsome? How could he.... inwardly shaking your head, you stopped your thoughts. Looking at him that way was exactly what got you in trouble last night. Joon was your friend and just that. What he did while you were horny and urging him had nothing to do with anything. He only saw you as a friend. That was it.

The triumphant smile that grew on his face made your heart skip. He was holding your bandaged finger up so you could see. You forced your gaze to the bright purple bandage wrapped around your finger. “Thank you,” The words left your lips in a mumble as you pulled your hand back into a lap.

Joon nodded, raising to his feet. You watched as he tucked the first aid kit back into the drawer, standing there for a while. He still looked concentrated, but on what? What could he possibly be thinking about? A way to let  you down easy about what happened last night? Probably.

You'd just have to beat him to it. “Listen, I...”

“Sorry, for...” Your words overlapped each other, both of you letting out an embarrassed laugh. It was nice to hear him laugh, it felt as if an entirety passed since you heard it last. “You go first.” He nodded, pushing his hands through his already messy hair.

He looked just as embarrassed as you felt. “I wanted to apologize... you know, for last night.” He cleared his throat, visibly trying to muster up some confidence. “I took things to far, I know it. I shouldn't have...”

“You took things too far? None of that wouldn't have happened if I didn't decide to just grind on you.” Your face flushed at the memory. He had felt so good against you, it was crazy that you were apologizing for acting on it.

It looked like Joon was blushing too, “Well, that probably wouldn't have happened if I didn't start feeling you up in my sleep.” Your eyes widened at his revelation.

“You were awake!?”

An awkward laugh left his lips, the dimples on his cheeks making an appearance. He rubbed at the back of his neck as he tilted his head. “Not exactly... I mean, I knew what I was doing... but I was so sure that it was a dream. Until you were jumping back, but I was too embarrassed so I played dumb,”

You faked a gasp, punching your first into his chest. “You had me feeling like some weirdo getting off on what people do in their sleep.” He rubbed at the spot on his chest, scrunching his face up in mock pain.

“Wait, what do you mean getting off?” He stepped a bit closer to you, his brow cocked and that stupid smirk on his lips. There were no words to back track, you were stuck. He was looking at you in such a familiar way,  his gaze nearly enough to have you on your knees begging.

The palm of his hand spread over your hip, tugging your body against his. Your heart was pounding, sweat rushing to your palms and forehead. Your hands dropped down onto his chest, his left peck jumping under your touch. You could've moaned but you didn't, you were pushing his body back. A confused expression playing on his features.

“I think, maybe... it would be best if we just forgot about last night. Don't you agree?” Joon was dropping his hands from your body and if you were mistaken you could swear you saw a flash of disappointment behind his dark eyes.

“Yeah, yeah. I agree. Let's do that. Good idea.”

“Isn't it? I mean, we're best friends and like, we live together too. We don't want to complicate things, right?” You didn't even believe the words that were coming out of your mouth.

“Right.” Joon agreed. He watched as you nodded your head, turning and leaving the bathroom. Once he was sure you were out of earshot, he let out a frustrated groan. Kicking his toe against the cabinet. Why was this so hard? Couldn't you see how badly he wanted to be with you? Why were you playing with him like this?

It wasn't fair. Every time he thought he was close, you'd push back. He had been careful for years around you. Minded his hands, his words, his glances. It was always you. You were always sliding into his lap, you were always crawling into his bed, you had kissed him. You. You. You.

What were you doing to him? It wasn't right. He couldn't keep doing this to himself. It would end up driving him mad in the end.

You were back in the kitchen, cleaning up the mess from before. Joon's words pulled you from the mess of thoughts in your head. You stood, placing the broken glass on the counter. “What'd you say?”

“I said, no. I'm not 'okay' with just forgetting about last night. Or that other night for that matter. It may shock you, but they meant something to me...” The strides he took were long and hesitant. His eyes bored into yours. You just stood there frozen.

“And I'm literally going to go mad, because I don't understand you. You always act like you might possibly have feelings for me but once something like that happens... you pull back and I don't get it. You're confusing and I just... I like you so much.” Your heart was pounding again, eyes wide from his confession. He liked you? Kim Namjoon liked you? Really?

“So so much, but I can't keep doing this back and forth.   I need you to just be honest with me. I like you, do you like me?” Joon stood just inches from you. If you were to reach out, you'd be in his arms. He had such an intense look in his gaze shifting from your face.

You wanted to tell him. Let him know how you'd been finding yourself thinking about him more and more. How your heart fluttered every time you hugged him. How seeing him even for a minute had could lift your entire mood. Yet, you couldn't find the words.

Instead, you found yourself closing the space between you two. Your arms wrapping around his neck in one swift moment and your lips finding his. Joon was reacting almost instantly. This kiss was a lot different from the one shared between you two last night. This kiss was slower, your lips pushing and pulling against each other so gently. This kiss. This was better than telling him, right? From the way his hands were finding your hips, you couldn't help but agree with yourself.

That was until you felt him pushing you back, forcing your lips to slide from his. “No,wait. You need to tell me, I need to hear you say it. I can't do this again.” Why was he always like this? Couldn't he just tell? You were always making moves and having to pull back because he just did not get it.

He looked so confused, yet so determined. You laughed, shaking your head. His brows furrowed and you grabbed at his cheeks, squishing them to make his lips pucker out. You kissed him like that, laughing and doing it again. “I like you, Namjoon. Hell, I might even love you at this point,”

“Really?” Despite his look of disbelief, Joon had his hand gripping the hem of your shirt. Using his grip to pull your body against his. You nodded. Had it not been obvious this entire time? “Honestly, I'm surprised you even have to ask... I'm literally all over you, how could you-” Your words were interrupted by the moan you let out from the feeling of his large hand squeezing your ass.

Your eyes caught his, his lips finding yours in a rough kiss; not wasting any time with slipping his tongue past your lips. The atmosphere in the room changed within seconds. Joon was wrapped around you completely, a hand cupping one of your breasts, the other holding your ass. You never wanted someone more.

A string of moans were slipping past your lips when Joon was dropping his head down to press open mouthed kisses against the skin of your neck. Your hands rested on his stomach, his hard abs warm underneath your palms. Your blunt nails pressing against him when he began toying with your earlobe.

You hadn't realized him grabbing your wrist, not until he was pushing your hand down onto his clothed, but very hard cock. “Fuck,” You mumbled, stroking him through his sweats. The way his hips jerked had you grinning. “You're so big, Joon.” Your words came out in a moan, fingers spreading as your rubbed him.

Joon was quickly picking you up off of your feet, laying your back down on the couch as he hovered over you. His lips sucked a hickey at the side of your neck as he slipped his hand underneath your panties. He groaned. “You're this wet? I've hardly touched you.” He smirked.

“Shut u-up.” You stuttered as his finger began to massage your clit. He was quickly pushing two fingers past your folds, “Mm, so tight. You think you'll be able to take this cock, baby?” He was dragging your hand onto his bulge again. You nodded quickly, slipping your hand into his sweats to feel his bare skin.

“Please,” You begged while opening your legs wider for him. Joon was able to easily slip another finger inside. Bringing another hand forward, you tugged his sweats down enough for his dick to visible to your greedy eyes. You began to stroke him, watching his face twist in pleasure as he began to mindlessly rock his hips with your hand movements.

His mouth fell slack as you sped up your strokes, his eyes rolling shut and brows furrowing. You reached for his balls. “Fuck, shit...” His fingers stilled inside of you as he bit down on your neck. “Stop,” He groaned while bringing his hand to wrap around your wrist.

“Close already?” You teased, your index finger tracing over a large vein on his cock. Joon leaned down to kiss your smirking lips, chucking softly. “I've been waiting five years for this, shut up.”

“Five years!?” You repeated and he nodded, leaning down to kiss your lips. He replaced your grip with his, stroking himself a few times before rubbing his cock against your wet clit. “I really want to taste you... but fuck, I might explode if I don't fuck you right now.” Your pussy clenched at the thought of him inside of you.

You reached down to push your panties to the side, trying to wiggle your hips up toward the tip of his cock. “Fuck me. I need you so bad, Joonie. Please,” You pleaded. Slowly, he began to sink in inch by inch. “So big, so big.” You gasped, fists clenching once he was all the way in.

“Finally,” Joon sighed.

It took you a few moments to adjust to his size. Joon busied himself with your bare chest, sucking kisses onto the underside of your breasts, teasingly swiping his tongue over your nipples when you least expected it. When you began to move, his hands found your hips. He didn't waste a moment with thrusting into you, groaning at the tight squeeze around his throbbing cock.

Rolling his hips back, he began to pull out before quickly thrusting forward. That earned a shocked yelped from you and he smirked, repeating the action a few times before setting a pace. His strong hands held your legs up and apart as he fucked into you hard and fast.

His name fell from your lips in breathless pants, you could already feel the pressure growing in your lower belly. “More, more...” Joon's hand was coming down between your legs in an instant, rubbing at your clit and making your walls tighten around him. He hissed.

“You feel... so good, baby. Fuck,” Teeth trapped between his teeth, you could tell he was keeping himself from cumming. Securing your legs around his waist, Joon dropped down so your chests were pressed together. His hand tangled in your hair, using his grip to tilt your head to the side. Wet kisses were trailed from your jaw down to your collarbones.

His fingers toyed with your clit deliciously. Your eyes widened as he angled his hips, the tip of his cock brushing against the sweet spot deep inside you. “Fuck, Joon... Right there!” Your head was rolling back and he repeated the movement again, hitting it over and over again until your legs were shaking.

A string of curses left our lips as your orgasm hit, Joon groaned at the feeling of your body tightening. His arms wrapping around you to pull you up as he lay on his back. Your body fell slack against his chest, breath heavy and eyes unfocused.

Joon's thrusts were short and hard. Your body bounced as he fucked fast into you, desperately chasing his orgasm. He felt so good you couldn't help but try to move back against him, whimpering. His movements were beginning to get sloppy and you could tell by the look on his face that he was close.

You whined at the emptiness you felt as he pulled himself out to stroke himself. His cum was warm on your back, you moaned each time a drop hit. Joon laid back on the couch, arm over his face as he tried to regulate his breathing. You smiled. He must do that every time after he finished.

“Mm, wanna taste you.” He mumbled, lifting your hips and laying you back down.

You laughed, leaning up to pressed your mouth over his. He smiled through as he kissed you lazily, his fingers sliding between your legs. He rubbed at your folds slowly. “Be my girlfriend,” The words were murmured against your lips but you heard him loud and clear.

“You're only saying that because you want to eat me out,” You half joked. Joon rolled his eyes as he slipped his fingers inside. “I'm saying that because I want to take you on dates. I want to eat you out because I can literally feel how wet you are.”

You moaned at his words, twisting your hips in hopes to urge him to move his fingers. “Are you sure? I mean... what if we break up?” That was one of your biggest worries. There was no way you'd be able to go back to the way things once were. Especially not if you started dating.

“We won't.” He began moving his fingers, curled upward they just barely hitting your spot.

“What if you get sick of me?” Your gasp was heard through your words, he smirked.

“I'm already sick of you,” His dimples appeared as he grinned, you laughed hitting his shoulder. “Joon, seriously.” He was slipping his fingers out, slowly lowering himself. “I'm serious. Girlfriend?” His face was between your legs and he didn't waste a minute before he was diving in.

His tongue flickering over your clit as he teased a finger at your entrance. He looked up at you with mischievous gleam in his eye. “Yes or no?” His finger swirled around your hole before slipping all the way in and just as quick, pulling back.

Joon continued to tease you, awaiting your answer. “Yes, yes, yes. ” you moaned after the fourth time he pulled his fingers away.

The grin that took over his features was enough to make your hear t swell. He pushed a two fingers back in, leaning up to kiss your lips before he was lowering himself between your legs again.

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Party Time is Over

Noah Schnapp x Gyllenhaal!reader

You and Noah go to a party

Word Count: 2,247

A/N: I got a little carried but I really love this paring so please send in more ideas for them

Warnings: fluff, underage drinking/partying, brief mention of hickeys

You and Noah rarely got time to yourselves, in between his and your dad’s filming schedule. This weekend was the one chance Noah was in town with no work responsibilities and you wanted to surprise him. He thought you were still in London with Jake, but his project finished early and you got home that weekend. You’re really close to Noah’s whole family and especially Chloe, his twin. You asked her for his flight information and met him at the airport Friday night. 

You were both extremely jet lagged and fell asleep as soon as you got into his bed. Chloe of course, saw and posted a picture of the two of you asleep. You and Noah didn’t post about your relationship often but when you did, fans went crazy. 

You woke with one of Noah’s arms around your waist and his other hand occupied with his phone, scrolling through TikTok. “Good morning,” you mumbled while kissing his cheek. 

“How’d you sleep?” 

“Good,” you said sitting up and stretching your arms, “Much better than in London. Try sharing a room with my dad,” 

“I can only imagine,”

“Sometimes I wonder if he stays up all night to make noise and make me miserable on purpose. Because if he is, its working,”

“I wouldn’t put it past him,” he replied, setting his phone down. He rolled over and sat so he was now facing you. He grabbed your hands and started pressing kisses to your knuckles, making you giggle, “So. What do you want to do today?” he asked. 

“I dunno. Just spend time with you. Dad has a new project soon so I want to be with you as much as I can,”

“We can stay in and watch movies. Finn told me about some good ones I think you’d like,”

“Ok sounds good,” you kissed him and got up from the bed, “Let me shower real quick and I’ll meet you on the couch,” 

You quickly showered and got ready. You changed into sweatpants and one of your favorite band tees, but as you were leaving Noah’s room, you spotted a hoodie that you wanted to steal. You slipped it on and made your way downstairs. Noah was wrapped in a blanket and was laying on his back. You walked over and laid down next him, placing your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his torso. You looked at him, studying his face. 

“What’s up Y/n? You’re staring at me,”

“Sorry. You’re just really handsome,”

“I look dead. I literally woke up like thirty minutes ago,”

“Still a cutie,” you mumbled. 

“Aww. You two are so cute,” Chloe said from the kitchen. Noah stuck his tongue out at her which she responded with a middle finger. 

You slapped Noah’s chest playfully “Stop bickering and start the movie please,” 

“Fine,” he said going to Netflix, “I know you don’t like watching movies your dad is in, but this one is really good, according to Finn,” 

“No this one is fine. It’s actually my favorite of his,” you watched as he pushed play on Wildlife. You watched a few more movies until you got bored. You stood up from the couch and walked over to the window, “It’s nice out today. We should go out,” you turned and looked at your boyfriend, seeing his expression, “or we can stay if you want. I’m just bored,”

“No, it's fine. I know you have the attention span of a goldfish,”

“Hey! It's not my fault,” 

“I know. It’s one of the reasons I love you,” he said getting up and walking over to you. He hugged you from behind and kissed the side of your neck. 

“Mm hmm. Sure. I love you too,” You turned in his arms and kissed him. 

“I gotta go get ready. I’ll be down soon,” he said, pulling away. 

“M’kay,” you sat back down on the couch and waited. 

After ten minutes, you and him were walking hand and hand down the streets of New York. “Let’s go on the subway,”

“Why? Where are we going babe?” 

“Let’s go to my place. We can find something to do there,”

Noah nodded and you two caught a train and took your seats. You were on the other side of the city so the ride would take a while. Your phone started buzzing in the pocket of your sweatpants, so you fished it out and answered it.

“Hey honey I got a notification that you left Noah’s house and saw that you were moving. I was just wondering what you’re up to,” your dad said. 

“Oh yeah. Just on the subway,” 

“You’re on the subway by yourself? You know I don’t like you going there by yourself,” 

“I’m not by myself Dad, I’m with Noah. He’ll keep me safe. Right Noah?” you asked your boyfriend, he nodded. “He said he would. We’ll be fine,”

“Text me when you get off then,”

“Will do. Bye Dad,” 

“Bye Y/n,” he hung up and you and Noah continued your conversation. 

You got off at your stop and walked the few blocks to the apartment. You opened the door and greeted your dad, who was at the kitchen table reading. 

“Dad we’re going up to my room is that ok?” you asked.

“Yeah just keep the door open and hands to yourselves. I don’t need mini yous crawling around here anytime soon,” 

You rolled your eyes and went to your room, Noah following. You two just sat around lazily watching TV or scrolling through social media. Noah was sitting at your desk when his phone started ringing and he answered it. You were sitting on the floor by your bed and rolled over closer to him. “Hey what’s up man?” he asked. You tried to hear what the other person said but couldn’t make it out, “I would love to but I’m with Y/n today. I don’t know when we’ll see each other again,” he paused to listen to the other person, “I can ask her,” he lowered the phone and looked down at you.

“Do you want to go to a party later. Some of my friends are throwing one and they invited me. We don’t have to go if you don’t want to,”

“Are you kidding? Of course I want to go! For the past three weeks I have been stuck in London, spending the whole time in a theater or hotel room with my dad. Do you know how much I miss interacting with people my age!” you said, jumping up

“So is that a yes then?” he asked

“Duh,” you walked towards your closet to pick something out to wear. 

Noah turned back to the phone, “I guess we’ll be there at six,” he hung up and watched you, “What are you doing,” 

“Picking something out. I can’t wear this,” you gestured to your current outfit, “To a party. What do you think about this dress?” you held up a black mini dress, one you could find people wearing in a club, (nothing too revealing otherwise Jake would flip). Noah gave you a thumbs up and you changed in the bathroom. You came back out and looked for your favorite pair of heels. 

“You look good Y/n,” he said. 

You pulled on a pair of silver heels and responded, “Thank you. You do too,” he was wearing black jeans and a blue bomber jacket with a white shirt underneath. You grabbed a denim jacket to throw on over your dress. As you walked downstairs, you yelled to your dad, “We’re going out, I don’t know when we’ll be back,”

“Hang on. Where are you going?”

“To a party,”

“Be safe,” your dad said, pointing a finger at you, “No drugs and no drinking,”

“Ok I promise bye,” you waved to him and shut the door. That promise was not kept for long.

By Eleven, you were surprised you and Noah weren’t blacked out by now. You didn’t plan on drinking but it started with one drink, then two, and then too many more that you lost count. You only realized Chloe was there when she came over and pulled you from Noah. You and him had been dancing in the center of the room. His hands were on your waist and he was kissing all over your neck and collarbone, most likely leaving at least one mark you would find the next morning. 

“Chlo Chlo! What are you doing? M’dancing with Noah,” you slurred. 

“You’ve had too much to drink. Let me call your dad so he can come get you.”

You shook your head and tried to get away but she grabbed your hand, “Y/n come on, where’s your phone?” you pointed to the pocket of your jacket on the floor and she reached over and grabbed it. She saw you had several missed calls from Jake. Her grip on you loosened and you slipped away going to find Noah again. Chloe found you two again but this time you were making out. She separated you two again and led you to the doorway of the apartment you were in. “Your dad is here. Take your phone and jacket,”

She opened the door and walked you down to the lobby where your dad was. “Oh my God. Y/n what the hell?” he said putting his hands on your shoulders, “You smell like alcohol. How much do you drink?” 

“I didn’t drink anything Dad. I told you I wouldn’t,” you said, very clearly intoxicated.

“Y/n,” he warned, “Tell me how much you drank,” 

You started counting on your fingers but once you reached five and kept going, Jake had enough, “Ok I get it. Let’s get you home sweetheart. Can you walk?” 

You shook your head. Even if you could, you didn’t want to. You had discarded your shoes two hours ago but your feet still hurt. “Ok. I’ll carry you then,”  he helped you put your jacket back on and picked you up but was confused when you didn’t have shoes, “Where are your shoes?”

“I dunno,” you mumbled. Luckily, Chloe came back to the lobby with your shoes in hand. 

“She forgot her shoes. Thought she might want them,” 

“Thank you Chloe,” he took the shoes from her and carried you to the car. He set you in the backseat and tried to buckle you in but you kept slapping his hand, “Y/n stop. Let me put your seatbelt on,” 

You stopped attacking him and he got in the driver’s seat and drove back to the apartment.

You managed to walk to the elevator and inside the apartment before collapsing on the couch. “Dad can you get me some water?” 

“Sure,” he said from the kitchen. He filled up a glass and offered it to you. You swallowed it in one big gulp. 

“Do you want to change out of that dress. I can get you some stuff from your room,” 

You nodded and pulled a blanket over you. He came back carrying a t-shirt and shorts and tossed them at you, “Hey c’mon wake up.” 

You groaned and got up and trudged to the bathroom. You changed and walked back out and flopped on the couch. Jake picked up the dress you left on the bathroom floor and headed upstairs to his own room, “Goodnight Y/n, I love you,” but you didn’t hear him because you had already fallen asleep. 

You woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. The light from the kitchen was hurting your eyes and you felt a weight on your legs. You sat up squinting. You saw your dad using your legs as a laptop stand. Jake noticed, and looked at you, “Good morning sunshine,” he said cheerily. 

You groaned, his voice ringing in your ears, “Shhh. Stop yelling. You’re being too loud,” you whisper-shouted. 

“I'm not even yelling. I’m just talking,” he responded.

“Shhh. I have a headache,” you moved your finger to your lips.

“I figured you would. You partied hard last night. I left you some stuff in the bathroom,” 

You rolled off the couch and made your way to the bathroom. He left you a bottle of Advil and Gatorade. You took the pills and took a drink of Gatorade. You looked at yourself in the mirror and you looked awful. You looked like a train ran over you three times. Your shirt moved and exposed your collarbone. You caught a glance and gasped. There was a huge hickey left by Noah. You had no idea how to hide it from your dad.

You left the bathroom and went into your room, searching for something to use. You spotted the hoodie you stole from Noah the day before and slipped it on. You went into the living room to join your dad. “Why’d you put a jacket on?” he asked.

You shrugged sitting next to him and putting your head on his shoulder, “Just got cold,” 

“It’s not for hiding that giant hickey I hope. Cause I already saw that,” 

You shot up, “What! When?”

“Earlier this morning. I went to see if you were still alive, I saw it,” he explained, “Don’t feel bad. I’ve seen worse,”

“Eww,” you said, smacking his arm, “I didn’t need to hear that,”

“I’m joking. Just next time you go out, don’t get wasted. I love you, but next time Noah can take care of you,”

“Sounds good to me,”

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