#Troy x Fawn

[kismetconstellations]

Her fingertips ghost over his cheekbones, follow the curve of his brows. It's something like reverence, and his breath catches, jagged and broken- I've been found- behind his Adam's apple. Fawn whispers, "I can't believe she never told you you're beautiful."

#Zac Efron #The light of my life. #The love of my life. #Troy Bolton #My baby. #Precious cinnamon roll who is too good for Gabriella Montez and the Wildcats' crap. #Fawn Lynn #Troy x Fawn #Troy Bolton x Female OC #Ship Aesthetic. #High School Musical Series #Disney #Mine. #All I want is to fly with queue.

[amorchai]

hii !! i was wondering if i could mayyyebebee request an abed nadir x reader fic?:??::??. there’s nothing of him at all and i love him so bad:( just like go crazy lol:) i would love a romantic relationship in it and preferably with a gender neutral reader please<3 thank you so so so much i appreciate u!!!!

abed finds out you like him.

pairing(s): abed nadir x reader

words: 738

warnings/tags: mentions of neurotypical, abed not understanding, i try to write abed as accurately and appropriate as possible i hope my depiction of him is okay!

abed wasn’t one for social cues. you knew this from the start of being in the chaotic study group. whenever someone was sarcastic, he thought they were serious. and if someone was unhappy with him it sometimes took abed a while to notice.

however, you trying to let abed know you like him through simple signs was hellish. even a neurotypical person may not even get the signs, therefore poor abed nadir never stood the chance.

troy, as the role of abed’s best friend – practically platonic boyfriend – did notice the signs. watching as you took more than an interest in his movie rants than even troy could sometimes bear, bringing him hot chocolate in the morning, or asking him fitting questions and smiling lovingly as you watched him go into overdrive and talk it out.

annie and troy would fangirl over it, fawning over their best friend having a love interest. oh how badly they wanted abed to have someone, especially someone like you, who treated him just as well as they did.

troy had been desperate to tell abed, knowing you struggled on that end. but after months, annie had begged troy not to ruin the story and that it’ll happen when it’s meant to.

however, his promise to keep it to himself didn’t last long. since, one day, after you left their shared apartment – all lovey dovey eyed after hours of watching abed’s favourite movie per your request – troy immediately let it spill.

annie was smiling, watching abed as the door clicked shut and troy reluctantly set his third chocolate cake slice down to the side, “y/n likes you!”

immediately, annie’s smile drops, landing a swift smack against troy’s arm from sitting beside him, “troy! what did i tell you?” they bicker slightly, at first not noticing their best friend’s confused expression.

“what do you mean?”

annie sighs, looking over to abed who is trying to process the news in his own way – which seems to be slightly confusing but overwhelming him all at the same time.

“… what troy’s trying to tell you is that y/n likes you, like… in a romantic way abed.”

abed’s eyes are darting, eyebrows frowned as he continues to intake the words his friend’s tell him. “in a ‘let’s get together’ way?” asks abed, and they both nod in reply, expectantly watching his expressional response.

abed didn’t depict this in their television show, although he did portray you as the ‘pretty one’ or as the ‘caring and kind’ one of the group which he is now realising is because he thought those things himself.

so, without responding, abed stands, shocking his friend’s as he runs to the door and quickly down the hall. “abed! abed, where are you going?” troy yells desperately, worried tones while annie mutters, “look what you did.”

he doesn’t stop, reading the front door wedged open with an old brick and towards your frame, now opening your car door to drive home. “y/n!” you hear and pause, turning to see abed trudging over.

“abed- whats going on-?” your interrupted as abed kisses you, short but slightly breath-taking as your mind goes blank, in disbelief. once he pulls away, abed says nothing, making you speak first, “is that one of your movie character moments or…” you trail off, unsure what else it would be.

“you like me.”

you groan embarrassed, “i’m gonna kill troy i swear.”

“i like you.”

you pause, looking up at his daring eyes, scanning your confused expression, “y-you do?” you ask him.

“yeah… i think so.”

usually, that answer would worry you, but it was different with abed, it was a major moment between you both in that moment. abed nadir hardly admitted feelings, especially in a romantic sense, unless he was depicting a character.

“do you think annie and troy will be watching us from the window?” you ask with a giggle and abed smiles, immediately responding, “absolutely.”

you lean up, pressing a long and heartfelt kiss to abed’s cheek and you watch his reaction, taken aback but a small smile still covers his face. his fingers touch the spot, his cheeks heating up like a furnace while you spin round to your open door to your car.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, abed, okay?”

“okay.” abed replies, waving you goodbye as you drive off, knowing he will go back into chaos of annie and troy squealing and celebrating their friend’s newfound romance.

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[thenanbakacorner]

Could you do a Seitarou Tanabata x reader, his gf is a model who just got back from France and booked a visit to see him. Uno and Rock recognize her immediately from the tv. everyone else in building 13 including building 5 are shocked that he even has a gf. Honey and Trois start to hound him even more about the relaTionship. The reader is really sweet, brings Tanabata some lunch all saved from Paris.

Of course! Seitarou is such a precious blueberry boi, he needs to be protected at all costs!!

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⭐️ Seitarou x F!Model!Reader Returning from France HCs ⭐️

The boys in Cell 13 can’t help but notice Seitarou is in an unusually good mood one day

They ask him what the big deal is and when he tells them his girlfriend is coming to visit, they majorly call bs saying they doubt he really has a girlfriend

Imagine their surprise when as if on cue, you walk up behind and greet him and he returns the greeting to you with a big hug and kiss

”Y/N! I missed you so much!”

The inmates all exclaim in shock in sync. He does have a girlfriend?! No way!!

Uno and Rock’s particular shock only grew more intense when they recognized you as that one model they saw and fawned over on TV that one time

Needless to say, they are shocked.. and a bit jealous.

… Okay, very jealous

It doesn’t take long for word to get out and lots of other inmates share Cell 13’s surprise on the matter

Out of all people to have such a hot girlfriend, a model at that, Seitarou would have been one of the last guesses

At one point, Honey and Trois catch up to him and start asking questions about you, including rather inappropriate ones

Seitarou just frowns and tells them he would never disclose such information, and to go back to their own business

He manages to get some time to just hang out and talk with you, and you give him some snacks and lunch that you brought with you

As he eats with you, you catch up and exchange plenty of loving comments and affection before he has to go back to work, bidding you goodbye with another loving kiss

#nanbaka #nanbaka x reader #Canarical Nanbaka #nanbaka headcanons #nanbaka imagines #seitarou #seitarou tanabata #tanabata seitarou #seitarou nanbaka #nanbaka seitarou #nanbaka Seitarou tanabata #nanbaka tanabata seitarou #seitarou X reader #reader X seitarou #seitarou tanabata X reader #tanabata Seitarou X reader

[k-indie]

not just some maid

synopsis; Geto gets a taste, Sukuna gets the whole meal (will be the beginning of part four as well) nsfw ahead full send but not too much going on in this one

Pairings; Geto x reader, Sukuna x reader

Un | Deux | Trois | Quatre

The information about you spread like wildfire between the three men. It was no longer a dynamic of hateful desire between you and Sukuna, no longer a tease between you and Toji, and the kindness that was once shown to you by Suguru was now a feral chase. They were practically on top of each other trying to reach you, trying to get that thing they'd been searching for and killed 36 women to find.

Now that they have it, the discussions of firing you became discussions of keeping you-- alive.

The intense glares, the lingering touches, and occasional questions about your body became annoying to hear, feel, see-- you wished they would just stop already because it truly was too much and you were getting whiplash.

Most girls would fawn and giggle, occasionally give something back to them before they finally fucked her brains out and most likely ignore her after the one time. But you... you were different in too many ways, but their favorite to note was the fact that you weren't a normal woman, you weren't a fangirl, you weren't even that interested even if you had made out with your boss and had an intimate evening with your other employer. But he would only ever know the extent to which you allowed him to go.

Perhaps, a recap of the night should jog your memory.

Do you remember when he asked you to undress him? No? Oh, right, he didn't ask-- he demanded sweetly that you take his clothes off so you could touch his skin directly how he wanted you to, so the oil could warm up his body alongside those pretty little hands he wanted to squeeze and hold above your head when he dipped his hips into yours.

In his naked glory, he felt different with you already, the way your respectful gazes only fell on the parts of his body that you knew you'd be touching for sure. The rest was nonexistent. He was amazed that you looked at him as though he were more than a handsome piece of meat, perfectly delectable and desirable.

The way your hands rubbed and pinched the soreness in his joints and tautness in his muscles while obliging his conversation made his cock twitch, and to save face, you pretended you didn't see it. But his low moan when you turned him over and started massaging his back, the back of his arms, his thighs and calves, didn't go unnoticed when you paused for a split second and cleared your throat.

"I understand the information you seem to be bothered by is sensitive information, but I have no one to tell so if you want to get it all out, you are in a safe space, Suguru-sama. I know you've only known me for a short amount of time, but I won't cause you any troubles."

He hummed to himself, deciding on whether it was a good idea to let it all out to a woman he'd only interacted with a handful of times during the few months you'd been there, but he was sure you wouldn't remember it anyway after he fucked it out of your head. He already had his suspicions of you sated by the way you ignored his advances and never brought them up to anyone, the way you would hear your coworkers whispering about things that shouldn't have been uttered and you didn't even flinch, nor did you run and snitch on the poor souls who did not realize they were being watched by multiple pairs of eyes, one set belonging to you.

And he began to sliver bits of specific information into his replies so you knew both sides of the equation, your responses short so he knew you were listening while you worked your hands into his skin, nails occasionally and lightly running over his muscles, something he would find himself growling through his words at.

"Don't do that, precious."

You weren't sure which thing he was talking about, you'd done so much on his back. "Forgive me, but I have no idea what you mean, sir."

In a moment, your arms were pinned next to your head, tightly held between his hands and pushed deeply into the bed with his legs holding yours between his and faces too close for comfort, but he liked it. He could see everything so much better this close, could practically taste those sexy lips at this distance. His eyes were opened now, the usual squint disappeared and was replaced with a lustful gaze that had you startled in the best way.

You may not have shown outwardly, but the excitement in your body at seeing this man on any given day was enough to have you wetting yourself for a week. So, to be under him now, having his slowly laying flush against yours had you reeling and your poker face faltering slightly when he leaned closer, his lips smoothing over your own while he separated your legs with his.

"The only time I want your nails digging into my skin," he moved his face down, licking your jaw and running his tongue in circles over the junction where your neck and jaw met, "is when I'm taking you to bed. Okay?"

He was so beautiful hovering over you like this. It was like looking at a fallen angel that was smiling with blood in its mouth; sexy yet mildly horrifying.

You couldn't even respond, an infinite amount of replies swirling around in your head and you didn't trust your tongue enough to even attempt to form a coherent idea, so you pressed your lips together and nodded once, poker face returning and much to his dismay at the sight.

"Shall I return the favor, (Name)?"

His lips were on your chin now, giving it a small kiss before he moved his hands from yours and ran them down the length of your arms to your shoulders, the sides of your chest, and resting them on your hips heavily. He stared at you with a flurry of emotions running past his irises, unobtainable ideas running through his head at the sight of you like this. He couldn't take you now, not before Sukuna did if you were what he suspected you were but he could play around just a little bit.

He flipped you over to your stomach, pushing your silk gown up and pulling it off you slowly. His fingers pinched at the fabric adorning your hips and he pulled them down, off, and tossed them to the floor. You weren't wearing a bra, so he didn't care much, but he did give you the safety of turning over before he allowed himself to see them, saving your dignity for when he was finished. Thanking him internally, you turned your head to the side to look at him from the corner of your eye, watching him pick up the oil bottle and he squirted it directly onto your back and butt.

"It's really not necessary, Suguru-sama."

"I know. Just relax and let's enjoy this..."

His fingers pressed into your skin when he dragged his hands across your back, spreading the oils as he massaged your muscles. It was a need and this man was meeting it.

The way his fingers traipsed across your skin as if you were delicate yet strong, such perfect pressure in the ball of his hands, the way he expertly moved around your muscles and massaged your deep tissues, the light press of his cock against your inner thigh from behind... You looked back at him but he placed one hand on the back of your neck to keep your face forward. He leaned over your body, nose nudging the side of your head as if he were smelling your hair, and his deep, sultry voice spoke, "What did I say, little girl?"

"First of all, Suguru-sama, I'm not a little girl. And you said-"

"Hm, so you really are a brat. And something else, aren't you?"

He pushed your face into your pillows, keeping you still and unmoving for a moment before turning your head to the side, pressing you deeper into the mattress when he put all of his weight on the back of your thighs, free hand smoothing over the oils on your ass before giving it a hard slap.

Your body jerked to the right side and you moaned involuntarily at the action. Suguru chuckled lowly, watching your ass jiggle under his next slap and before you knew it, you were a moaning mess at the spanking he was giving you and he wondered if you'd react like this when he was only spanking you, how would you react if he was fucking you?

He pushed that thought to the back of his mind in lieu of settling on the question that was far more important than his cock being buried deep in that pretty cunt.

"You're a Symbol, aren't you?"

It was silent-- too silent. And that only pushed his curiosities further to the positive side. He didn't need an answer anyway, he peeped the symbols on your hip bones, geometric circles where his thumbs would fit perfectly in the center of.

"What do you want?"

He smiled at the question, turning you over and allowing himself the pleasure of eyeing your breasts and he licked his lips at the sight of your nipples in their hardened glory staring back at him as though they were calling out to him.

He tore his gaze away from them and locked eyes with you, his gaze was lustful now, feral even, and you wished he would've kept you face down now.

"I want what you have, pretty girl. I want," his fingers pressed against your slightly dampened pussy lips and tapped twice against your clit, pushing through the skin and popping the hood so he could stimulate your bundle of nerves directly, "what you're hiding here."

You sucked in a breath and held it, chest rising at the action that didn't go unnoticed by his truly.

"And what is it you think I have?"

Your gaze was faltering as he kept rubbing tiny circles against your bud, eyes dropping to his hand when it dipped low and his long digits imposing on your slit. Before pushing in, he offered you a small smirk, "You'll see, Virgin Symbol," and he allowed his fingers to press into you all the way, sucking him in and pushing him out simultaneously.

He knew you had barely been touched before and never even penetrated. He knew you were sensitive sexually, and he knew he had to have you. But not before his colleague. You'd feel the same after Sukuna destroyed you inside and out so he was patient... for now.

He settled for slow strokes and the occasional push upwards against you g-spot there before turning his hand to face downwards and pushing further into your dripping cunt and playing with your cervix, fingers rubbing slow and random patterns into it before pressing a finger lightly to the entrance of your womb.

You bit your tongue, keeping your eyes trained on his hand. You hadn't realized the white-knuckle grip you held on the sheets below you until he pulled one hand up and placed it on your pussy, "Rub yourself for me, pretty."

You couldn't deny him anymore, he was so smooth and suave that you had no other option but to rub your pussy for this man and so you did. Fingers finding your clit easily and you teased yourself a bit, tapping on the bud a few times before holding your lips apart with two fingers and rubbing your clit quickly with the free finger.

"Not too fast, I don't want you to cum just yet."

You slowed your pace, eyes hooding as you looked up at him. "Why not?"

When you smiled at him just as he smiled at you, he knew he had the right girl, the right woman. It was the way your smile made you look like a completely different person, the way your eyes flashed an entirely new color, and the way your cervix was palpitating against his fingers that made his smile falter slightly.

She's seasoned but somehow a virgin...

"Oh, daddy, don't look at me like that. It was just a question~"

You moaned his name at him, face contorting into a sexy frown and you sat up, holding his hand still in your pussy and getting onto your knees, slowly grinding on his fingers and making intense eye contact with him.

"This is what you wanted, right," your hand that had two fingers on your pussy, lifted to his face, pinching his cheek before smoothing your hand over it, leaning closer and closer to him now, "You wanted to see me fucked out on your hand alone, yeah? Wanted me to be overstimulated by the time you put your cock into me, huh?"

Your laugh was like music to his ears. The newfound dominance was delightful to see from such a woman, but he already expected that given how you rarely take the same shit Sukuna dishes to his other subordinates and housekeepers. He knew that as soon as the trio had you naked for them, you would be a hard one to tame.

And he knew you were close to cumming, so he quickly put his fingers to use now, ignoring your questions to fulfill his previous goal in making you cum for him even if it wasn't on his terms. "Gonna cum for me, beautiful?"

Your moan died on your throat when he shot a finger upwards and one downward, pressing onto two of your sweet spots and rotating his hand so the same fingers were pressing at new ones. He bit his lip at the low cry you let out when your pussy began wetting his fingers with your nectar. He pulled his fingers out and swiped over your clit a few times before licking some of your juices off of his fingers, eyes never leaving yours.

"I'll be sure to let Sukuna know of this... discovery."

"How long have you known?"

"Since the day I hired her."

Suguru knew Sukuna knew about it without having to ask. He tasted it on your tongue when you made out with him on the first week there. He smelled it when you walked by him, when you spoke to him. He could see it in your eyes, the way you sat, the way you smiled, and the way you ate your coworker's pussy.

He cursed himself for thinking like a simp and wishing you would dominate him like that and use that gorilla grip 3000 milker with the suction stimulator flesh of your pussy.

And he was about to go get it the following day.

"After I'm done, you can decide between yourselves who will have her next."

The discussion about you ended quickly, the only things needing to be spoke of was that you were this Sex Symbol they'd been searching all over for, and that you were going to be in Sukuna's bed the next night, probably all day.

He had half the mind to keep you out of reach of his friends, but he knew they would kill for that pussy and he didn't need problems. He already killed off 36 of them, information you still didn't know about.

When the following day came around, he was already in your room before you rose, watching you sleep soundly and so naked he almost pounced on you in your sleep. But he fought tooth and nail with himself on the inside to remain put by your bedroom door, leaning against it as if he had no quarrel in the world.

"Good morning, princess. How was your night?"

You felt his presence before you saw it, the feel of his eyes boring into your skull, the feel of his nasty ass smirk fluttering evilly and happily right to you. And you didn't care that you were naked in front of your boss, you'd already been felt up by all of them, so being naked was the last thing on your mind when your feet touched the floor. "It was great."

You turned away from your boss and padded into your bathroom leisurely, turning on the shower and hopping it, forgetting the waiting time for it warm.

"You should take the day off, (Name)."

Speaking leisurely, lazily, as if he were just some nobody in your bathroom watching you through the glass as you scrubbed yourself, "And why would I do that, my liege?"

It was silent for a moment, the only thing you could hear was the sound of the water dribbling on your skin and the floor of the bath, before the door opened, revealing a stark naked employer pushing past you into the shower, letting the water run over the back of his head as he turned to face you, keeping your source of water on his back. The water started trickling down his temples and cheeks, forming a pathway down his chin and neck.

"Because you won't be able to walk when I'm finished with you."

© pulchritxde | do not repost, copy or steal | all rights reserved bitches | nsfw up next teehee.

fourth part will be up Friday probably.

#ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #geto suguru #suguru geto #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #geto x reader #suguru x reader #toji x reader #fushiguro x reader #ryomen x reader #maid au #Yakuza au #mythical monsters #mythological creatures #not a real myth to my knowledge. jusy made up the symbol part #symbols #symbolism

[kaijuboarcreations]

Into the Andersonverse: A full timeline of events for the confirmed continuity of Gerry Anderson Supermarionation shows (Fireball XL5 to Captain Scarlet and the Mysterons)

(Disclaimer*: i actually opted to follow Thunderbirds are Go canon for ages *don't ask me why it's a process plus the actual ages and birth order for the boys is heavily debated in both the og series and are go so don't at me* Also yes I took a few creative liberties to fill in some blanks they are marked by ** so you know what isn't canon, and yes it doesn't always make sense *aka how Venus is a war orphan if the war ended before she was born* but you can't blame me for that, that's just how it was written)

Anyways yall better love me for this it took me three days to make

1988: Sally "Grandma" Tracy is born (maiden name unknown)

2012: Professor Mathew Matic is born in Britain -Aloysius "Nosey" Parker is born - Jeff Tracy is born in Kansas to Grant and Sally Tracy**

2015: Commander Sam Shore (real name Samuel Arthur)is born in Kansas

2017: Charles Grey (Colonel White) is born in England

2028: European Atomic War and Mass Riots in France

2029: Conrad Turner (Captain Black) is born in Manchester, England

2030: Steve Zodiac is born on Mars -Sam Shore leaves home to join the navy

2031: Edward Wilkie (Dr Fawn) is born in Yalumba, Australia

2033: Professor Matic graduates with 22 degrees in astrophysics, robotic, and astronomy, and becomes a navigator for Zero-X interplanetary missions -Sam Shore is given command of a World Security Service submarine -Bradley Holden (Captain Gray) is born in Chicago

2034: Sam Shore befriends Admiral Jack Denver -Patrick Donaghue (Captain Magenta) is born in Dublin Bay, Ireland -The European Atomic War ends (the war left Venus and Conrad Turner orphaned)

2035: Venus is born in Paris -George Lee "Phones" Sheridan is born in South Carolina -Adam Svenson (Captain Blue) is born in Boston -Richard Fraiser (Captain Ochre) is born in Detroit

2036: Paul Metcalfe (Captain Scarlet) is born in Hampshire, England

2037: Jeff Tracy becomes a Colonel for the US Air Force and later transfers to the Space Agency -Patrick Donaghue and his parents immigrate to the US, living in poverty in Manhattan

2038: Troy Tempest is born in New York City -Jeff Tracy marries Lucielle** -Charles Grey graduates from the University of East Angila -Lady Penelope Creighton-Ward is born to Sir Hugh and Lady Amelia**

2040: War damage fixed -Sam Shore marries Elaine MacDonald -Scott Tracy is born**

-"Brains" is born -The Southeast Asia revolts -Juliette Pontoin (Destiny Angel) is born in Paris

2041: Atlanta Shore is born from Elaine and Sam in California -Seymour Griffiths (Lieutenant Green) is born in Trinidad

2042: John Tracy is born** -The Iceland Dispute -The Panama-Ithsmus rebellion begins -Karen Wainwright (Symphony Angel) is born in Cedar Rapids -Chan Kwan (Harmony Angel) is born in Tokyo

2043: The Panama-Ithsmus rebellion ends -Magnolia Jones (Melody Angel) is born in Atlanta -Dianne Simms (Rhapsody Angel) is born in London

2044: Virgil Tracy is born**

2045: Professor Matic takes the role as a professor for Universe University -Conrad Turner joins the British Air Force

2046: Marina is born -Gordon Tracy is born** -Charles Grey moves up to the rank of 'Captain' -The British Civil War begins (during which Conrad Turner is badly wounded)

2047: Steve Zodiac joints WSP Academy -Tanusha "Kayo" Kyrano/Tintin Kyrano is born** -Britain joins the World Government -Charles Grey becomes Admiral while commanding the World Navy Destroyer fleet -Conrad Turner joins the World Air Force

2048: Charles Grey joins the Universal Secret Service and marries his field partner Elizabeth Sonmers -Edward Wilkie starts medical school in Brisbane

2049: the British sector of the USS is reorganized by Charles Grey

2050: Professor Matic designs and builds the world's first Nutomic Hyperdrive Motor and is given an honorary position as Major while heading the XL project -Alan Tracy is born** -Charles Grey is promoted to the head of the USS British sector

2051: Steve Zodiac becomes an astronaut and sub-lieutenant at Space City -Prototypes of the XL project are debuted including XL1 Alpha -Adam Svenson receives a full ride scholarship to Harvard University at age 16

2052: the Anti-Bereznik Riots (of which Patrick Donaghue was involved where he was later arrested and imprisoned for 90 days)

2053: Steve Zodiac befriends space explorer Jim Ireland who sets off on a 10 year voyage -Seymour Griffiths loses his parents in an air disaster

2054: Richard Fraiser joins the World Government Police Corps after being rejected from university and the Air Force -Bradley Holden graduates from the World Navy Academy in San Diego immediately enlisting in the World Navy submarine service

2055: Steve is promoted to captain and is assigned to co-pilot Fireball XL5 -Conrad Turner joins the World Space Patrol and mans Fireball XL3 -Adam Svenson joins the World Aeronautic Society as a test pilot -Patrick Donaghue finishes his studies and graduates from Yale University with degrees in physics, electrical engineering, and technology and he takes a job as a computer programmer for a firm in Brooklyn but soon quit for a life of crime -Edward Wilkie graduates from Brisbane with degrees in medicine and biology and joins the Australian sector of the World Medical Organization as assistant medical controler. Later that same year he is promoted to health controller of the Scandinavian sector.

2056: Venus joins the World Space Patrol -Colonel Grange suffers a mental breakdown while piloting Fireball XL5 leaving Steve to bring them to safety -Marina's mother dies -Troy Tempest joins the World Navy Academy in San Diego -Lucielle Tracy passes away

2057: All Fireball XL ships are outfitted with the Nutomic Hyperdrive Motor -Paul Metcalfe graduates from Winchester University with degrees in History, Technology, and Mathematics -Adam Svenson is promoted to active field agent for WAS -Patrick Donaghue becomes a kingpin for organized crime in New York due to his leadership over several gangs and hacking abilities -Edward Wilkie revolutionizes the WMO's medical technology through robots which places him in the position of Administrator for Advancements in Medicine and Medical Science -Juliette Pontoin attends University in Rome

2058: Elaine Shore suffers a heart attack and passes away -Phones takes on work as a mercenary -Karen Wainwright attends Yale University at age 16

-Lady Penelope becomes chief operative of the Federal Agents Beareu where she meets Jeff Tracy (wait...... F.A.B..... so that's what that stands for....)

2059: Paul Metcalf begins study at West Point Military University in New York -Richard Fraiser transfers to Chicago and takes on one of the toughest crime syndicates in the country

2060: An attack on his vessel causes Sam Shore to lose use of his legs. He and Atlanta move to Marineville to command the World Aquanaut Security Patrol (which is newly established)

-Gordon Tracy interns with WASP** -Troy Tempest is captured on a failed mission and is rescued by Phones who he convinces to join the navy -Troy Tempest arrives at WASP Marineville -Juliette Pontoin joins the World Army Air Force and is transferred to the Intelligence Corps where she hones her skills as a pilot, leads the Woman's Fighter Squadron

2061: Magnolia Jones joins the World Army Airforce at age 18

-Gordon Tracy suffers an accident while working with a high speed hydrofoil**

2062: the start of the events of Fireball XL5 -Jeff Tracy establishes International Rescue -Seymour Griffiths graduates University in Kingston Jamaica with degrees in telecommunications, technology, and music and joins WASP as a junior hydrophone operator (his brothers followed but were killed in an accident which Seymour transferred as a telecommunications operator at Marineville) -Bradley Holden joins WASP as the Lieutenant commander security chief and takes the role of piloting Stingray in her prototype years -Karen Wainwright becomes a full fledged field agent for Universal Secret Service after several years of training -Magnolia Jones becomes lost while taking the XKF 115 aircraft on a test flight and loses contact with control -Chan Kwan graduates University and is determined to fly solo around the world

2063: Venus earns a degree in Space Psychology -Steve Zodiac is awarded Astronaut of the Year -Paul Metcalfe graduates from West Point and joins the World Air Force -Juliette Pontoin leaves WAAF to start her own pilot contracting firm -Magnolia Jones returns after being lost for almost a year after rebuilding her craft from the wreckage. She shortly leaves to focus on flying and setting up a freelance air taxi service -Dianne Simms meets Lady Penelope and is offered a position in the FAB to train as an agent

2064: Bradley Holden receives a severe back injury taking him out of the line to duty and landing him a desk job at Marineville -Troy Tempest becomes captain of Stingray and takes on Phones as his co-pilot -Chan Kwan attempts her voyage around the world but stops to answer a distress call to rescue a group of men from a burning tanker ship in the Pacific. Six months later she tries again and succeeds

2065: the events of Thunderbirds begins -the Spectrum Organization is established and Charles Grey turns down the position of Supreme Commander of the USS to take on his role as "Colonel White" for Spectrum under the Spectrum Selection Committee -Seymour Griffiths joins Spectrum under the codename "Lieutenant Green" -Conrad Turner joins Spectrum under the codename "Captain Black" and quickly climbs the ranks as Spectrum's top agent -Paul Metcalfe joins Spectrum under the code name "Captain Scarlet" (thanks to recommendation from Conrad) -Adam Svenson joins Spectrum under the code name "Captain Blue" -Patrick Donaghue is pardoned for his crimes and is offered a position as an agent of Spectrum under the code name "Captain Magenta" -Dr Edward Wilkie is approached by Spectrum to become the Supreme Medical Commander of Cloudbase and given the codename "Doctor Fawn" -Juliette Pontoin is approached to join Spectrum's squadron of fighter pilots and is given the codename "Destiny Angel" -Magnolia Jones is selected by Spectrum as a fighter pilot and is given the codename "Melody Angel" -Lady Penelope quits her role in the FAB to focus on her work with International Rescue. The FAB dissolves soon after. -Dianne Simms is forced to leave the FAB and becomes a chief security officer for the Euro-Charter Airline company -Chan Kwan's father dies and she takes over the family air taxi company 2066: Richard Fraiser fakes assassination and joins Spectrum under the code name "Captain Ochre" -Bradley Holden clears a health check under Spectrum and is recruited as an agent under the codename "Captain Gray"

-Karen Wainwright quits her work with the USS to become a pilot full time. Shortly after she passes her exam to join Spectrum and joins the Angel squadron under the codename "Symphony Angel" -Dianne Simms is approached by Spectrum to join the Angel squadron and is given the codename "Rhapsody Angel"

-Chan Kwan is approached by the Spectrum Selection Committee to become an Angel pilot, in which she is accepted and given the codename "Harmony Angel"

2068: the events of Thunderbirds end and the events of Captain Scarlet begin (the Mysterons declare war on Earth after the Zero X Mars expedition comes across their settlement and attacks)

#gerry anderson #Supermarionation #fireball xl5 #stingray 1964 #Thunderbirds #thunderbirds are go #captain scarlet and the mysterons

[hansolmates]

a hero’s journey (m)

summary; jungkook and jisoo are the mightiest power couple. however, one drunken confession and that whole facade fades in an instant. you realize that maybe you need to break from your unvaried life for a bit and be the hero of your own love story pairing; jungkook x editor!reader (f) genre/warnings; best friend’s boyfriend au, slice of life, angst with a happy ending because im weak, pining pINING, everyone’s kind of a mess in their own sweet special way, alcohol use, mentions of ze weed, toxic relationships, mean friends, sex—slight dom!kook, food play, fingering, squirting, heavy use of the petname “pretty girl” bc im weak, strength kink, manhandling (oop!) w.c; 22.2k a/n; woof! my first fic for @goldenclosetnetwork​ 23 | jungkook’s birthday project! this goes out to all the closet romantics *ahem me cough* who doesn’t love pining between a cutie koo? a huge thank u for vivi @eerieedits​ for making this bbbBEAUTIFUL fic banner!  

prompt used: “I should’ve known.”

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It’s so easy to ignore the world. 

Maybe it’s a young-adult thing, but it gets difficult fitting into the 9-to-5 and playing to satisfy bosses that don’t entirely understand your work ethic. Maybe it’s out of complacency, or fear. But you prefer to let the world flow around you and when you’re needed, you’ll act. You’ve reached that point in your life where you enjoy the little things, satisfied by an extra hour of overtime tacked onto your paycheck, a new fabric softener, or finding the perfectly squishy yoga mat. 

You’ve finally started feeling comfortable in your shoes, uncaring as to whether you’re single or drowning in college debt, happy to live a relatively stable life. You’re grateful. There’s nothing more than you need than your happiness, and the love of your friends and family. 

Namely, your best friend from college. Jisoo always joked about how you two “won the lottery” as dorm rooms in freshman year were determined by lottery. Pulling numbers 883 and 884, you and Jisoo snagged a corner spot of the dormitory, leaving you two utterly cramped but utterly close as the years went by. Six years later and it’s still the case, the two of you have grown into talented working ladies. While you may not be able to spend time with each other the same way you did in school, you still care for each other. 

So when Jisoo shows up teary with a rumpled dress shirt and her hair waterfalling out of this morning’s bun, you break out the good alcohol and season three of Jane the Virgin for her. 

After the liquid is warm in your cheeks and you’ve fawned enough over Micheal and Rafael’s love triangle, you let Jisoo ramble. 

Jisoo has downed a whole bottle of soju on her own, while you’ve decided to have a tasteful glass of wine. You’d rather be tired wine drunk than wasted on soju. 

“Jungkook and I had a fight,” she warbles, stuffing a handful of popcorn in her mouth, “it was totally stupid.” 

Your eyes flash, picturing Jisoo and Jungkook in quarrel. They’re the epitome of an Instagram-worthy couple, beautiful and deathly charming to a fault. They show nothing but kindness and sweetness to you whenever you third-wheel, not a lick of anger between them when you’re all together.

So a fight is something surprising. Jisoo and Jungkook, J-squared are a power couple. Saying their names next to each other just emits a sort of energy you can only akin to famous small screen couples like Troy and Gabriella or Cory and Topanga. Jisoo’s Instagram is belly full with sweet selfies of them together, the doe-eyed man always looking completely sweet and gentle to the woman in his arms.

You never piqued Jungkook as the type of guy who would pick a “stupid fight.” And you know Jungkook pretty well. 

Maybe a little too well. 

“He surprised me during my lunch break and he caught me talking to Doyoung and he thought I was flirting,” Jisoo is practically eating her sweater, her head falling between her flannel pyjama sleeves. 

“Doyoung, as in your ex Doyoung?” you raise a brow. 

She groans, glaring at you in earnest. “Not you, too! I told him it was ridiculous to get jealous, and then I told him how jealous I get when he’s around girls and I don’t need to tell him that,” she rolls her eyes, twisting her feet petulantly in her fuzzy socks, “but then you know what he says back?” 

You wince, swirling your wine glass, “That you’re crazy?” 

“That I’m crazy, exactly! How did you—” her bloodshot eyes zero in on you, where you’ve tucked yourself in the corner of the couch. You swirl the ruby liquid in your cup, watching the feet web around the cheap crystal, “you think I’m crazy too, don’t you?” 

You swallow your sigh, taking your time to finish your liquid in languid sips. Uneasy, you wish you could just sink through the couch in order to avoid this conversation. Jisoo’s heart is generally in the right direction, but in terms of emotions she has the kind of sensitivity that you prefer to ignore rather than tread. Jungkook is also equally emotional, but in a different way. He wears his heart on his sleeve, preferring to keep things straight as opposed to bottling it up like Jisoo. 

However the theoretic bottle has reached it’s brim and Jisoo’s tipping, fast. 

“I need to tell you something,” Jisoo is swerving, crawling like an infant on wobbly limbs to reach your corner of the couch. You almost stop her, tell her you can continue this conversation in the morning, it’s what you normally do when she drinks into a stupor. But tears are swimming in her glassy caramel eyes and she’s grappling onto your blanket, resting her head in her lap. 

Her glossy russet strands curtain her head, so you don’t see the expression on her face when she says her next words: 

“Jungkook told me he liked you senior year, and I told him you weren’t interested so I’d have a chance.” 

Wow. So that explains everything.

The memories that you’ve tried so hard to brush away, the feelings you’ve tried so hard and continue to try to suppress, are laid out in front of you on a rusted platter. You could laugh, you could fling the rest of the Pinot Grigio down your throat like fresh water on a hot day and call it a night. 

But instead you choke back your tears, and push her off because you’re hurt.  

Deep down you know you would’ve been less upset if she told you the week after Jisoo and Jungkook called it official. If you knew from the beginning, it would’ve been easier on your heart. But it's been over two years since the past, thinking you’ve been needlessly, stupidly, delusional in thinking that you could’ve possibly had a chance with Jungkook.

Because it could’ve been you. And the reason why Jisoo and Jungkook fought today? Now you know it’s because deep down, they know they’re each other’s second choice. 

You can’t even recall a time where Jungkook and Jisoo were together alone before they suddenly started dating, remembering how it used to be you and Jungkook before Jisoo found him one day in your shared apartment, utterly smitten. And now you know you weren’t delusional, because the feelings and the signals you two were exchanging in senior year was real. 

But it doesn’t stop the fact that over two years have passed. Two years of a serious relationship between Jisoo and Jungkook, and two years of you secretly loving him from an arm’s length. 

“You hate me,” Jisoo removes herself from you, voice trembling. The quick, dark part of your mind wants you to snap back of course I hate you. You’ve trusted Jisoo with your life all these years, she was the reason you got through college so gracefully, why you enjoyed the past seven years of your life. 

But the sentiment is stained, and all you can do is deliver a tired smile and stand up. “I don’t hate you,” you say, “I’m just, really overwhelmed. I can’t lie and say that I’m not hurt,” your fingers clutch the fake crystal in your grasp, and for once you’re thankful you’re not strong enough to break it, “but you two love each other now and there’s no point in dwelling in the ‘what-ifs’.” 

Now that you think about it, when was the last time Jisoo treated you like a best friend? You stare at your wine glass, thinking that the only time comfort is provided in this apartment is when Jisoo is upset, never when you’re upset. 

Jisoo bobs her head senselessly, agreeing to every word. It’s pathetic, seeing her on her knees and her eyes glimmering with the hope that you’d forgive her straightaway. She must feel awful. That’s good.  

You sigh, needing to be the bigger person. “You need to call Jungkook and tell him he has nothing to worry about though, after all, you two have history now. As much, if not more than Doyoung.” 

“Right,” she replies, biting her lip. It suddenly feels like you're talking to a wall, carrying a conversation that's long ended.

“As for us,” you have half a mind to slam your glass on the counter, but instead you give it a heavy hand, letting slowly thump to the coffee table, “I don’t think I want to see you two, for a while.” 

“Understandable.” 

“And I don’t want to help you move out anymore,” I just want you gone.  

“Right,” she whispers. The both of you will be completed with your lease in two months, and Jisoo and Jungkook have decided to move into Jungkook’s apartment. As for you, you haven’t decided as to whether you want to go through the whole process of moving out or looking for a new roommate. 

“I’m sorry, I’m so so fucking sorry. I just was insecure as fuck in college and Jungkook was the first person I met in a long time that helped me feel more… like me.”

You want to say that she's right, she’s selfish. Her excuses aren’t palpable anymore. It’s too late. But if you were in Jisoo’s shoes, you’d think this apology is mere crumbs in comparison to your friendship. Why isn't she trying harder? Maybe because she doesn't know any better. After all, you never told her what you felt for him has morphed into love. 

You don’t even have to ask as to whether she’ll tell Jungkook this or not, you now know honesty is not her style. 

Jisoo doesn’t get a goodnight and a drunken kiss on the forehead like she usually does whenever you two have your late night talks. Instead, she seals herself to her own demise as you slam the door to your bedroom, effectively shutting each other out. 

Work is a bitch the following morning. You’re like molasses, rolling out of bed despite the whole world and its mother telling you to go back to sleep. 

Your feet are killing you as you make your walk to work, deciding to wear a pair of red-backed heels so you can stomp your way through your day. 

Your Wusband (Work-Husband) Kim Namjoon matches you step-for-step, eyes glued to his phone as he catches you on the sidewalk. “Woman on a mission,” he comments absentmindedly, eyes glued to his phone as he follows the click of your shoes to your favorite cafe. 

You spare a glance to your right hand-man, eyeing him appreciatively at his dedication to your morning routine. He’s your favorite co-worker, one who keeps you on time to your meetings and keeps you sane when you want to pull your hair out and dig out a coffin in your little cubicle. Namjoon’s long legs always seem to catch up with you during your workweek, whether it’s to get coffee in the morning or to talk shit about the latest gossip in the breakroom. 

The bell of the glass door tinkles in your ears as you enter the café, relatively busy for the morning rush. While you wait in line, Namjoon ticks off your activity list for today. 

“Meeting with Victoria is cancelled this morning,” you groan in relief, your supervisor Victoria always scares the shit out of you even when she’s not doing anything, “and just the usual proofing and whatever we have to do on the third floor today—can I get a large iced Americano with a pump of caramel? Thanks,” Namjoon moves aside so you can throw your order in as well, “and after work could you stop by Vernon’s? He took a sick day today and he has most of the manuscripts for the next issue.” 

“Done and done,” you swipe your card in the dip, tucking your card away in your zippered pouch. “So like, do Americanos taste any good? Like it’s literally watered down espresso how do you pay to drink watered down tar—” 

Jungkook’s at the pick-up counter. Jungkook’s at the pick-up counter swirling stray sugar crystals with his thumb and putting them in his napkin. What an impeccable display of Virgo energy, absentmindedly cleaning things he has no business doing. You scoff to yourself, recalling this morning that Jisoo got off the phone this morning with a stupid smile on her face. From the mirror image that Jungkook is excluding while he’s smiling on his cellphone like a smitten teenager, it seems like they’ve made up. 

Nevertheless the hurt from last night is still fresh in your bones, and you force yourself to look away despite the fact that your morning pick-me-ups are almost done and are sitting tauntingly next to Jungkook’s elbow. Does he really need to learn against the counter like he owns it? Hair slightly damp from the shower, your heart beats a little faster at the fresh image.His biceps are straining against his charcoal lycra long sleeve, which is slightly damp from his morning run. Snap out of it! You are a mature, working woman who does not swoon in the view of bulgy muscles, especially when the man who owns those muscles is taken. Suddenly there’s a call of your name, and two cups and a paper bag are put in front of Jungkook. 

He blinks, and you immediately pale when you see his eyes flit over your name surrounded by your favorite coral pink beverage. You feel struck as his head perks up at the name and he narrowly makes eye-contact—

“The fuck you’re doing,” Namjoon gripes, shoving your guava iced tea and croissant in your chest, “standing there like a moron as if we don’t got shit to do today.” 

“Sorry,” you mumble, pulling at the brown paper bag to tug a piece of croissant between your teeth. The warmth, buttery pastry melts in your tastebuds. Ah, bread. Nothing like a little bit of carb to make you feel better. 

You’re suddenly thankful for Namjoon’s gargantuan torso from effectively blocking you from Jungkook, hauling you out of the coffee shop like a petulant toddler. He doesn’t even give you a chance to catch another secret look at the object of your affections, making sure you’re back in your work game before you enter the building. Even if he doesn’t know it, Kim Namjoon’s always got your back. 

Or in today’s case, breathing down your back. 

Without your third editor and a hard deadline coming up by the end of the week, you and Namjoon are working in tandem throughout your 9-5 to complete drafts for Big Hit Publishings Arts & Media section. Both of you take turns to bring snacks and feed each other, feeling like reading zombies and slaves to your desk as you remind each other to breathe throughout the whole ordeal. 

In complete honesty you don’t totally mind. Namjoon is a great partner-in-crime, and you both love what you do and do a damn good job at it. You call it “Buzzfeed but with Benefits.” 

And at least for today, you could quell the feelings in your chest from last night and this morning. Sure, you’ve always been okay with the pining you’ve had for Jungkook. The feeling comes and goes whenever it pleases, and since yesterday you’ve been okay with just admiring from afar and being their third wheel. 

However, now the feelings are acutely comparable to a third-degree burn with the help of Jisoo playing with fire. 

With a quiet exhale, you concede in your gaming chair (because it’s just so damn comfy to keep in the office.) You’re an adult and not a petty child, and you will not let this piece of information derail you from your calm, stable lifestyle. 

But honestly? Fuck Jisoo. 

“Let’s go, buckaroo,” Namjoon logs off for you, the cinnamon-y smell of his shampoo effectively waking up your senses, “it’s already 5:30. And you said you’d stop by Vern’s to get his drafts.” 

“Right,” you blurt, mindlessly putting away your papers and snack wrappers in your bag. You can’t believe the whole day’s gone already. 

“Maybe you don’t even have to go to his apartment. Just text him or whatever.” 

“Sounds good, thanks Joonie.” 

“And y/n?” Namjoon gives you a look that causes you to force a terse smile, one you give one too many times to higher-ups at work. It isn’t to insult Namjoon by any means, but you guys are partners, the kind that tell way too much but hide just enough to remain close from afar. “Take it easy, will you?” 

“I will,” you concede, stretching your arms, “I’m def overdue for a massage.” 

“You don’t look sick,” you scoff, taking in the casual look your co-editor boasts as he leans casually against the doorway. 

Hansol Vernon Chwe is the epitome of fluffy, decked out in large electric blue sweats and his russet brown hair curling softly above his porcelain skin. Not only is he your co-editor, but also a friend from college. Not to the extent that you were with Jisoo and Jungkook, but you operated in the same publishing club and managed to get partnering internships that made you the co-workers you are today. You see a little bit of that collegiate youth in Vernon right now, as he looks well-rested and fresh faced despite the fact he probably didn’t apply moisturizer or drink enough water today.

“But you kinda do,” he tilts his head, noting the heels that adorn your feet, “you’re wearing your sexy shoes today, that means something’s going on.” 

“Gee, ever the ladies’ man,” you scoff, getting under his arm to invite yourself inside, “all I want is the completed interviews so we can pick out the best parts and draft them. Then I’ll be on my merry way.” 

“Oh c’mon, we’ve been talking nothing but work this whole damn month. What happened to college when we’d talk hours about House Hunters, the safeness of library sex, that little furry thing in Lincoln Hall’s urinal? That was prime conversation.” 

“Vern, I’m just here for the drafts,” you sit at his tiny kitchen table, glaring at his open laptop.  

“You could’ve just emailed me,” he teases, twisting around his chair so he can rest his arms against the back. “But since you’re here, that means you probably wanna spill some tea but you’re too upset to admit it.” 

“If I talk will you stop talking like that?” 

“Yes. Give me the juicy details. Need some juicy juice.” 

“Nevermind, get out of my apartment.” 

“Uh, this is my apartment.” 

“My point still stands,” you make another face at his outfit, “you look like the blueberry girl from Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.”  

Vernon purses his lips, scooting his chair closer to yours. He’s unfazed by your insult, far used to your defenses being higher up than Fort Knox. He looks up at you with his pretty lashes and deceivingly sweet caramel eyes, leaning his head along the backrest. “C’mon, tell me what’s bothering you,” he says in a gentle tone, coaxing you open. 

He always knew how to do it for you, a little bit of sweet talking and that clear open gaze always reduced you to shreds in university. For him, it always took a good meal and some sci-fi movies to get him to talk. That must be why you’ve stayed friends for so long, you two knew how to connect. 

Finally you crack, kicking off your shoes and hoping the sharp end doesn’t land on his cat. You hear Luna meow in protest but she’s got great reflexes. Unbuttoning the first three buttons of your stuffy blazer, you air out your cleavage, not caring about Vernon’s gaze. He’s seen worse. 

“Remember Jeon Jungkook? Majored in graphic design.”

“Ah, yeah. The guy who like, lived at the gym and the dining hall? Haven’t seen him in a minute,” his eyes seem to glaze over the glory days, reminiscing in the simultaneous safetynet and stressor that made up your early twenties, “didn’t you guys hit it off real well? Like I remember you ditched like—three sci-fi nights to study with him. Who even studies at 1AM?” 

“Yeah, we did,” and you can’t help but frown at as you remember the 7-Eleven runs, the utter warmth you felt when he would wipe a stray rice grain off your cheek, and how happy you felt to laugh so much with him it hurt, “but uh. Jisoo got drunk last night, because they had a fight. And she sort of admitted to me that she sabotaged our relationship and told Jungkook I wasn’t interested in him so they could start dating. Two years later and here we are.” 

A pause. And then, “Want a beer?” 

Vernon doesn’t even wait for a response when he gets up, bare feet slapping against the tile as he prepares some drinks and snacks for you. 

“That’s pretty fucked up,” he practically sing-songs among the cacophony of popcorn pop-pop-popping in the microwave. The aroma of buttery kernels is all but a relief, reminding you of movie matinees, “and like, she knew you liked him! It was totally obvious, even if you didn’t spell it out for her.” 

“Yeah,” you practically gushed to Jisoo those past two months, every waking moment with heart-eyes over the talented graphic designer Jeon Jungkook. 

“I can’t believe Jisoo would keep that a secret from you for so long. Like, can you even trust her anymore?” 

“Don’t know, was she even my bestfriend or was I just a good roommate to her?” you ask. Vernon is holding two beers in one hand and a bag of popcorn by the tips of his fingers in the other, careful to not burn himself. Opening the beer for you, you thank him and take a long swig.

“Well, good thing you’re still not in love with him or whatever. That would really suck. Unless—”

The look on your face says it all. You’re practically snotting into your bottle, your face tucked into your chin as you fight hard to stop the tears you’ve been suppressing for the last two years. “Don’t give me your pity,” you garble, turning away from the sad look Vernon gives you as he wraps his arms around you. 

The tears are soft and gentle, flowing freely onto the cotton of Vernon’s arms as you let it out. 

“‘M’not,” he concedes, rubbing his chin into your neck. He really is a lot like Luna, just like his  cat ready to give you affection. “Let’s just, get some take-out and watch Hamilton or something.” 

He lets you wear his matching sweat suit, lime green, as you order Thai food and rap along to Hamilton’s sick beats. Vernon does a better job keeping the flow, but you’re having a good time being his hype man as he parades around the living room like it’s 1776. 

You go home that night around ten o’clock, feeling noticeably lighter and more relaxed. Be that it may you are still wearing the sweatpants and heels ensemble, you feel comforted. 

The apartment is quiet when you walk in, not a single light turned on. You get a slice of the city lights bleeding in from the organza curtains, which allow you to kick off your heels and hobble to where you think the kitchen counter is. 

Today is Jisoo’s day to cook dinner. You can tell she decided to cook today from the faint smell of Japanese curry and a small unwashed plate in the sink. Whenever it was someone’s turn, they usually left an extra bowl or serving in it for the other roommate when they got home. Unsurprisingly, you find no such thing on the counter or in the fridge. 

You’re not upset, but rather decided. If Jisoo is going to let your friendship fade off with no intention of redeeming herself, then you should give her the same amount of energy back. You realize now the apology she gave last night wasn’t for you, but empty words to make her feel better and mend whatever toxicity she’s created in her own relationships. People like Namjoon and Vernon reminded you that you didn’t need to try and earn other people’s friendships. 

It’s disappointing, but the feeling is all but too familiar. 

If you could describe Jisoo as anything, it would be the color pink. Blushing, beautiful, beguiling pink. The way she flushes when Jungkook does an uncalled for grandiose gesture of romance, or when she wears a hot magenta number when she’s hosting a fashion show. Jisoo is the personification of La vie en rose, unbothered and unabashed.  

But now all you see when you think of Jisoo? Nothing but red. 

With that, you go in your room and untack the polaroid of you and Jisoo at the carnival last month, putting it away in your junk drawer to be forgotten. 

“You’re running away.” 

“Am not.” 

“Are too,” that interjection comes from Vernon’s roommate, Jung Hoseok. He’s been watching you two bicker over work for the past hour while he plays GTA5, failing to get a good hard carry because you and Vernon are too busy discussing whatever finishing touches you need on your final draft. 

“No one asked for your opinion, Jung,” you throw over your shoulder. 

“I’m just saying,” Hoseok flicks his wrist and nabs a tank, “you never wanna go home, you eat all our food, and I found your pyjamas in my laundry basket.” 

“You said your basket was the blue one,” you hiss under your breath. 

“The navy blue one,” Vernon chirps unhelpfully, “not the electric blue one.” 

Hoseok hits “save” on his campaign, disconnecting from his PS4 and stretching his lean limbs. “I mean, we could use a third roommate,” Hoseok jokes, getting up from the couch and grabbing a handful of M&Ms from your bowl, “you do make a bomb mac n’cheese.” 

“Appreciated,” you relent when Hoseok presses a kiss to your cheek and tells Vernon he’ll be back late working, leaving you and Vernon alone in their shared apartment. When Hoseok is gone, you stare at the door, tilting your head, “y’know,” you remark, “Hoseok’s a cool guy, why did I never hang out with him in college?” 

“Because he was stoned the majority of senior year and you just didn’t vibe with that crowd.” 

“Oh, yeah.” 

“But, you’re trying to change the subject,” Vernon carefully untacks your hands from your keyboard, knowing that you two have already been done with this month's issue and you’re now just mindlessly re-reading emails. “You’ve been here since Thursday, and now it’s Saturday. And as much as Hoseok and I like having you around so you can wake me up before we go to work, it’d be nice to throw me a bone and let me in on what you’re thinking right now.” 

You frown, noting Vernon’s large hand covering your laptop closed. He isn’t going to remove his hand anytime soon unless you talk. “Jungkook’s helping Jisoo pack up her half of the apartment this weekend and I don’t want to be there,” you say, short and simple. 

“You miss her?” 

“Yeah,” you admit honestly. You hate this version of yourself, unable to even look at Jisoo nowadays despite the fact you’re under the same roof for the remainder of the month. It’s hard to believe that the roommate from six years ago finally got under your skin, cancelling out all the years of friendship because of one silly relationship, “sad she doesn’t want to be my friend anymore.” 

“Did you talk about it?” 

“There’s nothing to talk about,” you reply despondently, “if she cared at all she would’ve to apologize again by now.”

Vernon figures, and his neutral expression doesn’t change as he leads you to the couch, brushing away Hoseok’s things so you two can get comfy. You busy yourself with the remote, exiting the PS4 homepage to scroll Netflix. 

“And are you trying to get over him?” 

“I mean, yeah,” you have been, but it’s a little hard when you’ve been contentedly pining. It was easy to keep your feelings bottled up because you originally thought Jisoo and Jungkook were meant to be for each other for the past two years. Now you're still pining but ruefully bitter at Jisoo.

“It’s not fair, y’know. She broke girl code, bros before hoes. Or is it chicks before dicks?” Vernon shakes his head at his lame attempt to get you to smile, which works anyway because Vernon’s silly and his sense of humor always gets you a little loose. “It’s your house too, you shouldn’t feel like you don’t belong there.” 

“Well I was supposed to help her move out this weekend, and I’d prefer it if Jungkook didn’t know what was going on.” 

“What?” your friend furrows his thick brows together, tucking his hands under his knees as he leans into your stubborn expression. “You’re gonna let Jungkook go on with his life not knowing that his relationship is based on a lie. That’s not cool. Even if you’re into him, he’s still your friend.” 

Damn, when did Vernon get so good at giving advice? Truth is Vernon’s always been good at dishing advice, you’ve just been privy to what you wanted to reveal to him. The first year or so being together outside of college was always about work, saving each other’s asses to ensure you two got that promotion and aim higher and higher. Now that goal is out of the way, and what better way to reconnect over some shoddy romance straight out of a Degrassi special? 

“I know,” you hug your knees tight to your chest, “when I’m ready, okay?” 

“Okay,” he agrees, because he’s not a pusher, “do you know the best way to get over someone?” 

“What?” 

“The best way to get over someone, is to get under someone," he emphasizes that point with his hands, sliding one under the other with a wiggle of his thick brows.

You slap him on the shoulder, “Vern, you disgust me.” 

“But it works!” 

“I’m not going on Tinder to find a fuckbuddy.” 

“You don’t have to look on Tinder or Tumble.” 

“Bumble.” 

“Whatever,” and his eyes flicker to his lap, where his pale fingertips turn red as he grips the edge of a throw pillow. "If you really don't wanna find someone, I can help." 

Is Vernon offering himself up? He is offering to fuck your brains out in the hope that you could inevitably fuck out your interest in Jungkook? Your eyes flicker over to Vernon's form on the couch, who's tucked in the couch just as you are. 

It’s true that you find Vernon attractive, and to some extent he definitely finds you attractive as well otherwise he wouldn’t have suggested the idea. It’s just that in college you never viewed him in that kind of light, probably because you were always so caught up in Jungkook. But tonight you can’t seem to ignore the eagerness hidden in Vernon’s carmine gaze, and how shiny and touchable his chocolate locks look under the setting sun. 

“I don’t want our friendship to change,” you reply slowly, furrowing your brows. “I appreciate it, but I don’t know. It sounds like a temporary fix.” 

“Can’t knock it if you don’t try it,” and out of curiosity, you don’t shy away when Vernon leans over to you, squeezing himself between the couch so he can tuck you in his arms. “I want to help you, but only if you want to.” 

Maybe it’s the frustration you feel with Jisoo, Jungkook’s ignorance, or the fact that you haven’t felt physical pleasure in such a long time, but you soften into Vernon’s hold. He’s relaxed, nothing betraying him as he waits patiently for your answer. You’ve always admired how much he kept up his “cool as a cucumber” demeanor. He isn’t the type of guy to let life pass him by, but he’s the kind of person who walks along life, embracing the ups and downs like old friends. He’s the ocean waves that crest along the shore, pushing and pulling along without a care in the world. 

He’s the textbook opposite of Jeon Jungkook, which is why you give Vernon the okay to lean in and press his lips against yours. 

His kisses are soft, and he takes great care in making sure you’re comfortable with this new step in your relationship. It almost feels as if you’re cutting corners, and you can’t help but feel a little guilty that you revel in the way Vernon’s hands trail under your too-large t-shirt. 

The pleasure you’ve ached for is there, bubbling low in the pit of your belly. It’s hard to get you out of your mind however, because this man isn’t the one you love. His kisses hold no power, only brief reprieve. Your heart doesn’t palpitate and your palms don’t sweat, you’re just languid. 

You’re greedy and selfish, but you remind yourself that it’s okay to allow yourself of these freedoms, even for a little bit. As Vernon finds your sweet spot that has you rolling your hips against his, you find that temporary fix isn’t a bad start at all. 

When you trudge back to your apartment that night after much reluctance, your face is still flushed and you think you smell a little too much like Vernon’s cologne. But the fact that still stands is that you're satiated, and you feel a tiny percent closer to moving on. 

The television is glowing with a terrible reality TV show, angry brides upset over cake layers or whatever. Jungkook and Jisoo have fallen asleep on the couch, surrounded by half-empty boxes. Jungkook has his arm lazily over Jisoo, her petite body fitting perfectly between his chest and the crook of his neck. 

You scoff when you spy Jisoo's bedazzled manicure digging into Jungkook's bicep, as if someone's going to take him away if she doesn't hold tight.

With stiff muscles you spare one look at Jungkook, ignoring the pang in your chest as you weave between boxes to turn the TV off. Barely an iota of your feelings have dissipated since your previous tryst with Vernon not an hour ago. Looking at Jungkook brings it all back, unfortunately. You suppose the feelings will pass with time. The soft hum of the television ceases, and you’re bathed in a room that feels dark and empty, despite the apparent life in the room. 

There’s some bleary talk coming from the couch as you walk to your bedroom, and if Jungkook is sleepily mumbling your name in question, you pretend you don’t hear. 

“So, where’s y/n? I thought she was going to help us pack.” 

It’s an innocent enough question, as Jungkook scans the corner of the living room hallway that leads to the bedrooms. You haven’t come out yet. He knows that you love sleeping in on the weekends, but he hopes the smell of fresh food will coax you to the table. His pan is sizzling in protest, telling Jungkook to quit talking and flip the hashbrowns. He's fried up three, in the hopes you’d be up for some crispy potatoes. He knows how much you love potatoes, especially at 2AM when you’re craving fries and a McFlurry combo. 

Instead Jisoo mutters, “You toasted too much bread, you know I don’t eat bread like this,” she’s pulling slice by slice out of the toaster, until there’s a stack of six golden toasts in the middle of the kitchen table. 

A little part of him wishes to quell the precursor to the argument there. It would be so easy for Jungkook to say, “the extras are for me” because he’s trying to gain weight, and that would be that. 

Instead he continues with his unanswered question and replies honestly, “I made extra toast for y/n, babe. She was supposed to help us pack but I haven’t seen her all weekend.” But he’s pretty sure you came home last night, unless that was his imagination. 

Jisoo pulls a carafé of apple juice out of the fridge, pouring the amber liquid into two glass cups. “Ah, she said she had some last minute things to do for work. Y’know, Big Hit always wants a big hit.” 

He chuckles, tilting his head as Jisoo gives him a small smile from the kitchen table. Jisoo is always good at cheesy jokes. “She must love her job, huh.” 

“Yeah.” 

“Her articles are really good, too,” the air smells like butter and Italian seasoning, as he places one hash brown on Jisoo’s plate, and two on his. He knows you edit in the Arts & Media section, and loves how you make it a point to include video games and modern graphics when it’s deemed appropriate. “She did a piece on the evolution of RPG and I thought her commentary was really spot-on.” 

He brings breakfast over to the table, while Jisoo places two slices of toast on his plate, one buttered and one with strawberry preserves. Breakfast is a quiet, but peaceful affair. Jungkook takes note of how Jisoo takes extra long to complete her meal, her fork creating ribbons in her little blob of magenta jam. He allows himself to complete his first hashbrown and a slice of toast before asking the difficult question. 

“Are you and y/n okay?” and he also takes note when Jisoo’s ministrations on her jelly stop, as she looks up at him with her big brown eyes. 

“We’re fine,” she insists, “just normal roommate issues, I promise.” 

“Maybe I should text y/n,” Jungkook says, pulling out his phone. “Lemme help you fix this, wouldn’t want you and her in a bad place when you’re about to move out.” 

“Baby, why are you so concerned about y/n?” Jisoo croons while his thumb hovers over your contact, his screen showing a two-year old selfie you two took during a study session early on in your friendship. He can’t remember the last time you two took a picture together out of spite, one without Jisoo. Jisoo’s hand pulls him away from his phone, rubbing small circles between his palm. 

He wants to ask, why aren’t you? But he sees the terseness in Jisoo’s smile, as her eyes fix between the interlocked fingers. He has a feeling he’s hovering somewhere he isn’t allowed to be in. Maybe it really is roommate stuff and it’s none of his business, but he feels a little insulted being left out because you and Jungkook are just as much best friends as you were in college. 

Or are you? 

This question plagues him throughout the day, and when Jungkook packs enough boxes for the weekend and says he needs to go home, Jisoo for once doesn’t argue. Normally Jisoo would cling to him like a koala, murmur simultaneously adorable and dirty things in his ear and lead him to her bedroom to coop up for hours on end. But Jisoo says she’s tired and needs some alone time, which is also fine. 

He doesn’t feel like going home, and instead heads straight to the gym. A couple pumps wouldn’t hurt, and it would clear his head. It’s nearly five in the evening when his body is thrumming with the afterglow of his post-workout, and he decides to take a little cool down in the mall and treat himself to a smoothie. 

It must be kismet when he sees you coming out of the bookstore, looking a little winded but no less professional in your beige blazer set and rose gold iPad. Whenever he hung around your apartment with Jisoo and you’d come home from work, he’d make it a point to acknowledge your plethora of multicolored skirt-suits. He never needs to be professional in his place of work, and admires how much effort you put in. 

“Hey!” he jogs up to you, and he catches the way your shoulders jump at his voice. “We missed you today.”

Your smile curls into something dry, and you twist your spine like rusty hinges to face him. In turn, his smile dims a little, wondering if he’s doing something wrong. Maybe you’re tired? He catches the line of sweat that glistens your baby hairs, and how your hair is done up but has fallen a few centimeters with some pieces falling out. 

“Jungkook,” you exhale, “lifting boxes wasn’t enough of a workout?” 

“You know me,” he replies stiffly, hiking his backpack higher upon his shoulder. Why does this conversation feel so awkward? “So, finishing up work? Sucks you have to work on a Sunday.” 

“Ah, it wasn’t so bad,” you face relaxes a little as you explain your work, “it was children’s day at the bookstore and they were watching Disney movies. I’m writing a piece on how I believe Ratatouille is Pixar’s magnum opus. Interviewed some kids, I wanted an expert opinion.”  

“Ratatouille is the superior film,” he declares with a firm nod, “after all, anyone can cook.” He revels in the small smile he manages to retrieve from you, immediately understanding the inside joke. If he came out of the gym five minutes earlier, he probably would’ve been able to catch you in the bookstore. What a shame, he would’ve loved to see you play around with the kids. 

At the mention of food, the mall manages to silence itself enough for him to catch the grumbling coming from your stomach. He laughs when your cheeks heat. 

“I was on my way to get some smoothies,” he jabs a thumb in the direction of the food court, “wanna catch up and get a bite?” 

“Oh, I don’t know, I have a lot of work to edit,” disappointment pangs in his chest at your easy rejection, but he ignores it, “I kinda wanna save some money too, still not sure if I’m staying in the apartment after Jisoo moves.” 

He doesn’t know what compels him to take your shoulders and wheel you in the direction of the food court, much to your protest and whines. “C’mon, explain to me why Ratatouille is the magnum opus—I need to defend why The Incredibles is superior. I’ll treat you to dinner.” 

“What? I can pay for my own food—” 

“And I can’t treat my best friend to a nice meal once in a while?” 

That has you stopping in your tracks, and Jungkook nearly barrels his chest into your head if not for the grippy soles of his Adidas Ultraboosts. He can’t see your face, but his hands note how your muscles cord tightly between the cotton of your blazer. 

He doesn’t understand why you’re so tense. Was it because he called you his best friend? Well, you are? At one point he felt that way, early on in college. The position just stuck with you. And when Jisoo told him you weren’t interested, he was perfectly fine with the platonic relationship. It was nice to have someone to talk media and video games to, someone not as chaotic as Jimin and someone not as deterred as Yoongi. 

Although, maybe as of late he hasn’t been so much of a friend. It’s no one’s fault, he’s been caught up with work and Jisoo’s move, he hasn’t said so much as a “hey how are you” when you’re around. He can’t blame you. 

Suddenly his mind blanks, the mall fading away as he focuses on how small you look as your eyes dart between the parking lot and the food court. Jisoo and Jungkook have been so caught up on each other lately, that he fears you’re starting to separate yourself.

“Um, this place is good,” you tug him by the elbow and lead him to a fast food joint. 

When he picks up both your orders and comes over to your saved table, you’re talking animatedly on the phone. You’re laughing, looking at Jungkook as if he’s the one intruding and you’re muttering a hushed “sorry” as you continue the tail end of the conversation. 

“Yes, Joonie. Go with section two, I know my shit. I’m your Work Wife for a reason, Umji in PR could never compare,” you’re giggling like you’re five years younger, and Jungkook feels stuck in a timelapse. 

He watches you go, throwing around names and terms that he’s so lost on but so desperate to understand. He knows nothing about your life other than the one that’s tied with Jisoo, which is a damn shame. Since when did he inevitably downgrade you from “best friend” to “his girlfriend’s roommate?” 

“I’m sorry,” you turn your phone over and push it to the side, giving Jungkook a smile as well, albeit weaker, “let’s dig in!” 

To his relief the dinner goes as good as it should be. You have your tray practically overflowing at the seams, all on Jungkook’s dime. It has his heart swelling with pride, he hasn’t seen you eat in a long time. There’s fries spilling out from the corners, and two sandwiches because you couldn’t decide between a chicken sandwich and a burger. 

Food gets you amicable, and he doesn’t mind when he does most of the talking. You’re engrossed in his talk, lettuce hanging out of your mouth as you’re rapt with attention as he recalls a story that happened at work recently with Mingyu. You ask questions in all the right places and he sucks up all your attention like a happy pill, and it feels nice to be able to lead a conversation for once. 

“Jeez, I’m getting the burger sweats,” you giggle to yourself, and his smile brightens at your positive change in attitude. Food always helps. 

When you remove your thick high-collar blazer, that’s when he sees it. 

“Seeing someone?” he asks, eyes flickering curiously towards the violet bruises that bloom across your neck. 

“What–oh,” you have the audacity to look embarrassed, hands clutching your neck like a shield, “no, just a hookup.” 

A messy hookup, too. Unless you had a thing for showing off marks, which doesn’t seem to be the case. “Didn’t peg you for someone who hooks up,” he says more to himself than you, but you catch him on his impulse jab. 

Your eyes narrow and your defenses go up, “I’m trying to get over someone,” you snip back, busying your hands by crushing up your greasy sandwich wrappers. 

“Am I allowed to state my opinion?” 

“Since you asked so politely, no.” 

He sighs, “I just don’t think that’s the best way to get over someone,” heck, Jungkook doesn’t even know who exactly you’re trying to get over. He just knows that you’re far too smart and independent to let yourself resort to such matters. 

“It isn’t, but it’s really the best option as of now,” you reply curtly. 

And his gaze saddens as he sees you fold your blazer over your arm, indicating that your time is up. Jungkook is aware the comment he made is out of line, and it weakens him knowing that you don’t even want to pick a fight with him. He can’t even find it in himself to apologize properly. 

He doesn’t know if he’s more sad that you’re pining over someone unattainable or upset at himself for not knowing you’ve been harboring feelings for someone. If you really think hooking up is your only option, you must be really hung about whoever you’re into as of late. 

“If it’s worth anything,” Jungkook adds, wanting to leave on a high note, “fuck that guy. He clearly doesn’t deserve you.” 

A small, secret smile plays on your lips, “Yeah, I like to believe that.” 

“I’m anxious,” Namjoon’s mantra makes the whole energy in the room wobbly, paired with the fact the two of you are squished between cardboard boxes as Jungkook aimlessly moves things around like a Tetris screen. 

The only time you feel remotely comfortable basking in your home is when Jisoo is gone. Oh-so conveniently is the Big Hit building undergoing maintenance today, so you and Namjoon have decided to work from home in your apartment. Although you thought by now that Jisoo’s boxes would be long gone and tucked away in Jungkook’s place, instead you’re living in an episode of Ed, Edd and Eddy and the cardboard is practically wall-to-wall. You also thought by now that Jungkook would have no reason to show up unannounced anymore, but apparently that’s not the case. 

“I have, anxiety,” Namjoon adjusts his glasses for the nth time this afternoon, brain not fixed enough to focus on the screen of his chrome MacBook, “anxiety, anxiety. I can’t right now. I need my weighted blanket and a pillow.” 

“Namjoon, I can get both of those for you if we just send in this last spread,” you coo gently, as if placating a baby. You make brief eye contact with Jungkook from the other side of the room, his lips quirking in amusement as he stacks a box of clothes by the kitchen. 

“Do you feel my palms? My palms, they’re like a fucking fountain you need to feel them—” your Wusband approaches you like a zombie, leaning over you and tripping over his criss-crossed legs before he topples over you. 

“Blegh, get off of me you sweat giant!” you cry with a good-natured laugh, although the grip of Namjoon’s palms under your shoulders are damp and slimy, “Joon, I can’t get you your blanket if you’re crushing my boobs.” 

Namjoon finally relents, untacking himself to rest his chin on your glass coffee table. “Fine.” 

“Look over the last column and I’ll bring your blanket, okay?” 

Pushing yourself off the ground, you shuffle your way out of the living room through the maze of boxes and into the hallway. It feels like your apartment is less of an apartment and more of a storage space when you’re trapped in-between two lines of boxes, and Jungkook effectively blocking you from entering your room. He was just in the living room but now he’s come from the linen closet, standing between the entrance of your room. 

“Sorry,” he pops his head out from a smaller box, one filled with designer costume jewelry. 

“It’s fine,” you chirp, barely making eye contact as you shuffle over the boxes. 

Your toe drags over the lid of one of the open boxes in an attempt to move diagonally. You nearly crash your face into the hardwood if not for Jungkook’s arm stretching out to catch you. In seconds he manages to catch all your weight in one hand, pulling you to him with your hip pressed against his. Your breath traps itself in your neck. Your subconscious fears that if you speak now, you’ll babble about how attractive it is that he’s able to catch you as easily as grabbing a light sheet of paper. 

“Careful,” his voice rumbles in his throat as he regards you with a wan smile. 

Your “thanks” is barely uttered as you slip into your room, heaving your weighted blanket and a pillow in your arms to let Namjoon borrow. 

The burgundy quilted fabric is hunched over your shoulder, draped around your body so it’s easier for you to carry on your back. You try to eradicate the memory of Jungkook’s arms, lean and strong as he held you to him moments before.

Ugh, you thought messing around with Vernon would stop your silly pining. It seems that it’ll take more than a couple rounds to satiate your curiosity. For such a kind guy, Jungkook seems like a wolf in sheep’s clothing when it comes to the bedroom. 

You can imagine him being so kind in the beginning, coaxing you to wan and bend to his every wish and command. And then when you keen a little too hard at the attention, you bet a switch would flip and he’d grab you—

The blanket flops around your back, and you’re sorely reminded that you’re thirsting over a taken man, yet again.  

Jungkook makes it extremely difficult for him to be hateable. It’s by nature that he’s just so damn likeable. Heck, he’s pretty much packed seventy percent of the things Jisoo should be packing right now. 

Making sure not to trip again, on your feelings and your blanket, you successfully reach a tired Namjoon. You tuck your koala-shaped pillow under your co-editor’s arms, and drape the heavy blanket over him like a cape. He’s giving you a thumbs up and a toothless smile, the previous meltdown overcome as he focuses on finishing the last of today’s work. He’s slipped on some noise-cancelling earphones, presumably filled with generic coffee-house music or rain playlists. 

Wordlessly you go to your nook to prepare some tea. It’s getting late and a warm cup would distract you from the impending deadline. Despite the fact that you and Namjoon are 99% of the way done, his previous freak-out has you on live-wire and you could use a little caffeine. 

Placing three mugs on the counter you call, “Jungkook, tea?” 

“Yes please,” you stiffen when you feel Jungkook magically appear right behind you, his head peering over your shoulder, “with milk and honey.” 

Deciding to give Jungkook the beehive-shaped mug because it’s very on-brand for him, you begin to steep the leaves in your kettle while he spoons the honey. 

“So,” his words are slow as the drip of honey, the amber goo taking its time to descend into his mug as it falls from the dipper. “Is that the guy you’re trying to get over?” 

Jungkook lifts his brows towards Namjoon, who is softcore jamming to his white noise playlist. It’s cute as to how curious Jungkook is about Namjoon. While you try to keep your work life separate, there really isn’t much backstory to your personal life to warrant that kind of divide. 

“Namjoon,” you state aloud, watching Namjoon sing badly to himself, “why, are you gonna beat him up for me?” 

“I can take him,” you can practically hear Jungkook’s chest pop out. 

With a roll of your eyes, you reach to kill the heat off the tea kettle, “No need. He isn’t the guy I’m trying to get over.” 

“Oh, he’s your fuck buddy then?” 

“Shit!” being caught off guard, you grab at the handle of your kettle without a pot holder, burning your fingertips. In seconds Jungkook’s larger hand encases your own, pulling you over to the sink to soak your fingers in cool running water.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” Jungkook is chanting like a sinner at church, searching for any sign of pain in your visage, “I shouldn’t have asked while you’re working with a hot stove.” 

You suppress a sigh, relaxing your fingers as Jungkook soothes the burn with his gentle hold, “Shouldn’t have asked in the first place,” you mumble. 

“I know,” he replies, “guess I’m just feeling a little left out. We don’t talk like we used to. I guess I’m getting a little too nosy for my own good, aren’t I?” 

You don’t understand what’s going on with his incessant babbling as of late, but you chalk it up to work stress and Jisoo’s move. Having no answers to his honest reply, you gently untack your red palm from his grip, assuring him that you’re fine. 

Namjoon steps into your kitchenette, being surprisingly careful as he takes your potholder to pour himself a cup of tea. If the tea is oversteeped and bitter he doesn’t say anything, only leans against the counter as he regards you two with slow sips. “You alright?” 

“M’fine,” you reply stubbornly, avoiding Jungkook’s worried stare. 

Namjoon holds out his hand, “Hand.” 

“No—”

“Hand.” 

His deep voice coerces you, and you immediately slap the back of your palm onto Namjoon’s. Your partner brushes his golden hands over the tiny blister that’s forming over your fingertips. “Can’t have my Work Wife outta commission.” 

“Your Work Wife is fine,” you gripe back. 

Your co-worker’s eyes flicker over to Jungkook’s for a brief second, Jungkook regarding him in curiosity as he stares at your connected palms. “I have some aloe in my bag for sunburns,” Namjoon offers helpfully, ignoring the weird glances, “I’ll give it to you in a bit. Also, I’ve overcome my sudden bout of stress and I’m ready to email our progress to Victoria. We’re done for the day.” 

“Awesome, thanks Joonie,” you exhale, relaxing against the sink, “wanna go eat somewhere?” 

“There’s a niche place in Itaewon if you wanna check it out?” Namjoon offers.

Jungkook interjects, “Jisoo ordered pizza if you guys wanna share with us?” 

“Pizza also sounds good—” 

“We don’t wanna interrupt your alone time,” you gracefully cut in, stepping in front of Namjoon despite the fact that he’s easily towering over you. 

Jungkook snorts, “I’ll have enough alone time with her when she moves in, don’t worry. Besides, I ordered three pies because I wanted to try three different flavor combos. I need two additional judges.” 

“Thanks Jungkook but,” you stifle a cry when Namjoon jabs you in the back with his thumb. It’s pressing, digging into the small of your back as if he’s trying to telepathically tell you that you’re being rude, “but… I don’t know if I can eat three slices! Namjoon on the other hand, can probably eat enough to fairly judge.” 

“Great,” Jungkook’s smile is blinding, causing your grin to stiffen as he looks for his phone to shoot Jisoo a quick text that they’re having dinner for four. 

Once Jungkook’s out of earshot, Namjoon tugs you by the sleeve, “The hell was that?” he hisses in your ear, “you look like you’re about to shit and piss your pants at the same time.” 

“I just don’t feel comfortable eating with them,” you cross your arms in defiance. You think back to just a week ago where you and Jisoo reluctantly attempted to eat breakfast together one morning. You provided minimal small talk while Jisoo clinged to her phone, replying to you in non-committal clipped tones. 

“Do I want to know?”

“No.” 

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No!” you retort, “you got me into this mess, you’re gonna stay with me ‘till the end.”

“I don’t know what you want from me, woman,” Namjoon throws his arms out exasperatedly, oolong tea nearly sloshing onto his hand, “just suck it up or I revoke your bragging rights to that snag you got on our spread next Monday.” 

“Not my fault you couldn’t get Kim Taeyeon on the spread,” you smirk. 

“Well I didn’t so happen to stalk the Sephora she frequents for the past two weeks—” 

“I didn’t stalk her I just so happened to need a new Fenty Gloss Bomb every other day—”

“I’m home, Jungkookie!” 

Your face contorts, your playful energy melting to the hardwood as your previous banter with Namjoon evaporates into thin air. Work bags in one hand and three boxes of pizza balancing in the other, Jisoo kicks off her heels somewhere across the door and places the pizza on the dining table. 

Jungkook immediately appears by her side, and you look away and Jisoo plants a heavy kiss on his lips. She cracks open one eye as she notices you and Namjoon hanging by the kitchenette, “Oh,” she mumbles at her audience, “you’re here?” 

Yes, you bimbo. I’m here in my own apartment. 

“I guess you didn’t read my text that they’ll be joining us for dinner,” Jungkook cuts in good-naturedly, “we have way too much pizza anyway. Have a seat, guys.” 

Jungkook navigates the kitchen as easily as your own, and you slump in your chair while Namjoon exchanges pleasantries with Jisoo. She looks impeccable, hair in a tight chignon and a tight navy dress as she converses with your co-editor. 

“I’m starving,” Jungkook announces, making sure to place a slice on Jisoo’s plate. He shuffles through the other boxes, making brief eye contact with you when he decides to put a slice on yours as well, “you like these toppings, right?” 

You regard the greasy, hearty piece of cheese and bread with a curt nod. You feel Jisoo’s eyes laser on your skin, “Yeah, thanks Kook.” 

Namjoon, Jisoo and Jungkook mostly stir up the conversation, you opting to eat as slow as possible to avoid any conversation. It’s easy to blend back and let them take over, as Jisoo loves to talk about her fashion firm and Namjoon is a great listener. 

Jungkook and Namjoon make it a point to direct the conversation to you from time to time, and you let the ball leave your court as soon as it lands. You prefer to keep your responses short and simple, especially when Jisoo is so eager to talk about the new silk drapes she’s installing for Jungkook’s windows.

Your phone buzzes in your lap, and you discreetly look under the table to read the incoming text message. 

vernie bernie: would u like to do the devil’s dance tonight

vernie bernie: or a tickle to my pickle? 

vernie bernie: beatin ya bean? 

You: ohmyGOD 

vernie bernie: or y’know, u could just come ovr and chill. Hobi made some bomb tres leches

You: call. Ill come after dinner

“Are you okay, y/n?” your head bounces up to meet Jungkook’s gaze, “you’ve barely eaten and you haven’t talked much.” 

“Oh you know, she’s just stressed about the upcoming spread,” Namjoon steps in for you, and you send him a discrete, but grateful smile. He’s always impeccable at reading the room, “she’s just nervous about her interview with Kim Taeyeon, but I think you did her interview justice.” 

“No way, the singer Kim Taeyeon?” Jungkook gushes, regarding you with stars in his eyes, “your interviews are always so great, y/n. You ask really good questions. Like that one spread about  Lee Yonghwa’s art gallery? Really cool.” 

You notice the way Jisoo presses her lips together, a thin line as if she’s trying to seal away words that she’ll regret saying. She’s jealous, and you can’t help the blush of pride that fills your veins as you raise a secret brow at her. 

“Right, you got nothing to worry about,” Namjoon squeezes your shoulder encouragingly, as if you’d get his double-meaning. 

“Thanks,” you reply, pushing your plate away and standing up, “I’m actually gonna go head to Vernon’s for a bit, though. He wants to double check his work before we email Victoria.” 

It’s a bald-faced lie, Namjoon sent the files to Victoria right before dinner, but he isn’t going to argue. 

“Okay,” Namjoon thanks Jungkook and Jisoo for the meal, stacking his plate atop yours, “I’ll walk out with you.” 

“It’s only been twenty minutes, though,” you see the slight panic in Jungkook’s gaze as he watches you quickly clean up for you and Namjoon. You can’t quite pin why he’s so concerned, after all he has been acting strange as of late. 

“Yeah, I’m full,” you reply curtly, licking your lips and avoiding his gaze. You already know what he wants to say, that he’s been in your apartment all day and all he’s seen you eat is stale chips and tea, “but we can do this again.” But hopefully not. 

“If you’re coming home late again,” it’s the first time Jisoo has spoken to you directly. You tilt your head to her slowly, watching the plastic smile carefully carved onto her expression. You see the contrived care and concern between her brows, “please try to be quieter next time, the last time you came home late you woke Jungkookie up.” 

Snapping your gaze to Jungkook you plaster on a thick smile, “Sorry Jungkook—” 

“What? No, it’s fine!” he furrows his brows in confusion, finally able to detect the strange tension between the two housemates, “I barely heard you—” 

“Maybe I’ll just stay the night at Vernon’s,” your eyes trail over to the pajama set you immediately switched into when you got home today, “wouldn’t want to disturb you two.” 

“Good,” Jisoo’s tone is saccharine and clipped as she tacks on a, “have fun.” 

It’s laudable, how much Jisoo wants to make a fool out of you but you won’t have it. You revel in the perplexed expression as Jungkook’s gaze darts back and forth between the two of you, wanting to butt in but unsure of how to approach it. Not giving him the time to, you bid the couple a goodnight and make a fast getaway. Heck, you don’t even take your work stuff with you. 

Once you’re out the door, Namjoon wordlessly gives you a hug. You sigh gratefully into his embrace. 

The next time Jungkook sees you, he reads the room before anything. You and Jisoo’s apartment is scarily empty, almost clinical. He’s tried texting you a few times after his failed-not-failed attempt at catching up at the mall and his awkward conversation concerning Namjoon, but you always reply back with vague replies and an unpromised promise of meeting up sometime soon. 

It dulls him to think that you’ve given up on him as a friend. But can you blame him? He needs to keep an appropriate distance for Jisoo, after all, she doesn’t like it when he gets too close to other women unless it’s strictly professional. Usually Jisoo’s jealousy inevitably works itself out and Jungkook doesn’t pose any problems because he has very few girl friends, but for some reason your friendship with him specifically gets Jisoo stiff in the face. Is it because you and Jisoo are so close? Possibly. 

But it doesn’t mean you can’t join the same Valorant server with him at 2AM and accidentally bomb each other, or argue over the magnum opus of each film company. Is that not enough? 

Jisoo’s working overtime, and Jungkook suggested last night that he move the boxes to the front of the door for easy pick-up when the moving truck arrives. Jisoo promises to buy Thai food in return, and with a kiss emoji she leaves him to audit fabric budgets. 

As he glides down to Jisoo’s room he notes that the pictures along the wall have disappeared, and there’s double the amount of boxes in the hallway. It seems that you’re moving out too. To where, he doesn’t know but he hopes it isn’t too far. 

He chides Jisoo remotely when he sees that her room is completely intact, and he makes moves to pack up her things. 

That’s when he finds his letter. Not a love letter to Jisoo, but a love letter to you. Deep in the recesses of Jisoo’s junk drawer, is a faded lavender envelope with a pressed cream colored baby’s breath taped up in plastic. The glue is yellow and old, clearly served its purpose due to the fact that the letter is already opened and the contents rumpled. 

Hey Pretty Girl–

He immediately stuffs the letter back in its holder, stricken at his messy handwriting from two years ago. It feels like he found a time capsule, another version of Jungkook confessing to you. He used to call you Pretty Girl, not enough for you to catch on to his feelings, but enough for you to understand that he did find you attractive. It was early on in your friendship. 

When you first asked him to be study partners for some silly class that had nothing to do with each other’s majors, he gaped like a guppy and pointed to himself. That day he went to class in last night’s clothes and a nest of fluffy strands. “Me?” he felt like absolute trash, and you were probably desperate due to the fact you two were the only seniors in this class, “but you’re a pretty girl… and I’m pretty dumb when it comes to this subject.” 

But instead you scoffed and pulled him from his slumped figure, dragging him to the library, with a wink and a “you’re pretty, too.” Those words have burned in his brain since then, as he wasn’t used to getting such off-handed compliments, especially from intelligent girls that wanted more than one night. 

For whatever reason you continued seeing his dumb self, even after the semester ended and together registered for one more class for spring. 

Whenever you’d go out for ice cream you wouldn’t hesitate to stuff your face and add for extra Oreos and fries, you’d assure Jungkook you’re not normally this much of a slob. 

Jungkook would just smile and offer you a napkin and say, “You’re still a pretty girl.” 

He fell for you gracefully. There was no regret, no walk of shame, no cliché late night party where you or him could’ve instigated it into the physical. It was all by feel. 

However the two of you took your time with your relationship, languidly enjoying the hushed conversations in the library at 2AM, the late night McFlurry runs, the integration of each other’s friends like it was natural. Ergo the lavender love letter. It was a gentle declaration, one he felt pretty confident in. 

So color him stupid when you passed him in class with a happy wave, Jungkook dumbfounded at how well you handled his confession. You weren’t oblivious, you just never read it. 

But now he knows the declaration was for whatever reason, lost in transit. “I should’ve known,” he whispers in the air, the letter crumpling in his grip. Composing himself, he pinches his brows.  

There’s an electronic buzz and a sharp slam of the front door. Judging by the time, you’re home. 

You flop onto your mattress, folding an arm over your head to stop the sun from seeping to your eyes. Vernon’s exhausted you, and you barely got away before he could have any say in it. You need a little space, and some time to think. 

Just as you close the door to your bedroom, it swings open. 

You gape as Jungkook thrusts himself into your bedroom like a deer with horns, looking pale. You follow his gaze, darkened eyes that linger a little too long on your neck again, and you narrow your eyes at him to avert. He looks a little red in the cheeks despite his pallidness, looking like he just got out of bed with messy wavy locks and his signature sweats. Is Jungkook packing for Jisoo again? 

Acutely aware that you smell like sweat and sex, you clutch the blankets closer to your body. “Uh, rude.” 

He looks uncharastically frantic, waving a letter in his hand, “Did you ever read this?” 

“Read what?” you ask, hands reaching out for the envelope. 

“My confession letter,” he blurts, having no shame now that all the gears are running through his head. “I wrote you a letter asking you out, because you said you wanted to collect notes like in Letters to Juliet. But I just found it in Jisoo’s drawer, why would it be there?” 

And all the pent up frustration that never seemed to escape under Vernon’s sheets, the feelings that never seem to subside, all bubble back to the surface. Now that Jungkook knows, there’s no hiding. 

You’re in shock, hands reaching for the letter despite the burn that seeps through your fingertips. Jungkook’s shoulders slump when you do indeed look like it’s your first time seeing this, as if a missing puzzle piece in your timeline has finally been revealed.

“I, I didn’t think you’d write me a letter,” you take the lavender envelope, clutching the letter by your chest like it’s something precious, “that’s so sweet,” you say to yourself.  

It dawns on him, “Wait, you knew about this? I knew something weird was going on.” 

“Only recently,” you frown. 

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” he nearly shouts, causing you to flinch, “no wonder why you were being so weird all this time. How could you let me live the rest of my life knowing this? That my relationship is built on a lie? ” 

“I don’t know,” you suddenly feel very small in your mattress as Jungkook rounds up on you, pulling your desk chair closer to your bed, “because you love Jisoo, of course.” 

“Well obviously that’s not possible,” and while yes a two-year realtionship ending like this is going to hit him hard tonight, he’s focused on you and the fact that you failed to tell him, “somehow I’d find out. Why wait for me to find out on my own?” 

“Because I wanted to protect you!” 

“Protect me,” he scoffs, crossing his arms and sneering at you. It causes you to tense up, feeling the telltale signs of tears bubbling to the surface, “you don’t even want to be friends anymore, y/n. I’ve tried to catch up to you so many times, but you keep leaving me hanging. I know I’ve been a pretty bad friend and I get it if you just feel awkward that I liked you, then that’s a shitty reason.” 

“Have you ever considered that it’s too late to tell you?” you shoot back, sitting up straight, “yes, I admit I should’ve told you earlier and I’m sorry, but it was a lot for me to process to y’know? Jisoo and I haven’t talked properly in weeks!” 

“Oh, so you’ve stopped trying to be friends with Jisoo too, huh? Just like you’re trying to stop being friends with me.” 

“No,” you pinch your brows, “she stopped being friends with me! She doesn’t care about me because she has you,” conflict burns in Jungkook’s gaze, and you only serve to fuel the fire, “she’s tried so hard to not involve me in your relationship.” 

“Just tell me why you’ve really kept this secret instead of saying you want to protect me like a baby—” 

“It’s because I’m in love with you, idiot!” 

You blink and back up against the wall of your bedroom, as if you can’t believe that the words came out of your mouth. 

It’s quiet again. The sour look evaporates from Jungkook’s face as he watches you suppress your sobs on your mattress. The room seems devoid, sucked out of its color as you’ve cleaned up most of your things, the only thing left being some plain grey sheets and a pillow. 

Jungkook’s mind is absolutely reeling, playing back memories from a different point of view. 

“When Jisoo told me she sabotaged our relationship so she could date you, I was so upset and didn’t know what to think,” you manage to place the lavender note on your wooden desk, making sure no tears could mar it. “And I thought I could move on and eventually stay friends with the both of you, but the next day Jisoo put all her attention on you and completely ignored me or any attempt to salvage our friendship. She only told me to forgive herself,” you’re hugging yourself, wrapping the blankets around you like a weak embrace, “so I thought if I cut myself out of the picture and forced myself to move on like I should’ve, everything would’ve been okay.” 

“So, you would’ve rather kept all this pain to yourself?” 

“Yeah,” you give him a teary smile, “because I wanted you to be happy.” 

And with an equally sad smile he murmurs, “But I’m not happy.” 

 Your face falls, and you really look at Jungkook. He’s exhausted as well, slumped in his chair. Has he been trying to grapple along the threads of his relationships, while you’ve been trying to loosen them? 

“What a waste of two years,” he slumps in your chair, letting the pieces click into place, “a relationship built on fake love. I was really trying, y’know. I thought I was going crazy.” 

The three of you have unknowingly been playing a futile game of Cat’s Cradle, a game that no one wins. 

Jungkook looks wistfully out the window, noting the pleasant day that fails to present itself in your tiny room. It feels simultaneously satisfying and bitter when it falls into place, your thoughts finally fitting together for the first time in months. “We could’ve loved each other. For real,” he says, and you silently agree. 

You’re still crying, shaking like a leaf in autumn. Jungkook’s arms hover awkwardly over yours, his warmth palpable despite the fact that he hasn’t touched you yet. With a timid smile you allow consent, and you melt like putty in his arms. 

“Kookie, ‘m so sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you murmur into his shoulder, not caring if it hurts when you press your chin into his skin. “I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” 

It’s been so long to have him close like this, the friend you’ve always wanted but never needed. Since college you’ve always imagined a life without him doing just fine, but that doesn’t mean you want to live without him, roommate’s boyfriend or not. 

“I’m sorry too,” he sighs back, “this sucks right now, but we’ll be alright.” 

The two of you sit in your room until it turns dark and the sky muddles into shades of twilight and egg yolk orange. There’s lulls in the conversation, the two of you filling in the gaps and making sense of the mumbo-jumbo that’s been going on in your consciousness up until this point. Your insantities turn sane, and by the time Jisoo’s making her way back inside with the smell of pad thai, Jungkook is ready. With a squeeze to each other and a press of your lips because you don’t know what to say, you tuck yourself in and pretend to fall asleep. 

“Messy, messy, messy,” Vernon sing-songs, knocking his heels against the wall. 

The both of you are sitting upside-down, butts attached to the wall connecting to his mattress and your feet hanging in the air. Your mint floral organza socks pad against his Pink Floyd poster, while his yellow tube socks are heeling against some old Polaroids from college. There’s no prospect of sex today, not when shit just hit the fan. 

Today you and Vernon are just two old friends and very close co-workers. 

“Tell me about it,” you bemoan, frowning at the beige wall, “this whole week’s just been a whole mess. It’s like, warm tuna salad.”

“Gross,” Vernon grimaces at the apt comparison, “so what happens now?” 

You sit up on your elbows, looking down at Vernon’s peaceful expression, “What do you mean?” 

“Like, are you gonna get together with him?”

You snort, flopping back down on his bed. The blankets fluff around you and you inhale the pine scented sheets. “After all that? No.” 

“But you still love him?” 

It must sound dumb to still love him after all this time. You wouldn’t be surprised if Vernon thought you’re silly to still hold a place in your heart for someone who has fifteen million things on their plate now. After all the physicality and the space Vernon gave you in his home, your feelings haven’t wavered. 

Your companion doesn’t bother waiting for your answer, hearing your answer somewhere in the air as he gets up and throws on his denim jacket. Rolling over your stomach you ask, “Where are you going?” 

“Some friends down in printing want to meet up for drinks,” Vernon messes up his hair, making the waves part in that little coiff that makes his jawline look sharp. “I heard Yerin really wanted me to come, so.” 

You can’t help the little middle school coo that comes from your lips, causing Vernon to giggle and throw a pillow at you. “Yerin’s cute!” you declare, remembering the petite girl in overalls who’s all about pops of yellow and violet, “you're into her?” 

“Nah,” Vernon holds up two hats in his hands, gesturing for you to pick one. “Just figured it was a push in the right direction.” 

Crawling out of his bed you stumble in your oversized t-shirt, tucking a finger under your chin as you decide between the emerald bucket hat and the red Ralph Lauren baseball cap. You pull out both hats from his hands and set it down on his vanity, opting to smooth out the flyaways and ringing your fingers through his soft curls. “And what direction would my free-flowing friend be going today?” you ask aloud, “you look better with your hair out,” you declare firmly, “makes you look like a fluffy CEO.” 

He laughs at your silly comparison, and he gently moves your hand away from his hair when you linger a little too close to him. His gaze is solemn as he regards you with a gentle smile, “Keep your distance, I’m tryna get over someone,” he says simply, and your arm falls limp at your sides. 

Your heart thuds in a different direction, your mouth parting but no words coming to the surface. When was the last time you asked about Vernon’s needs, wondered if he was doing alright, making sure you two were on the same page—

“You’re spiraling,” he reads you like a playbook, smoothing down your hair to press a kiss to the crown. Suddenly you feel guilty for not having sparks in your belly, shaming your conscience for not even considering his sacrifices in your self-absorption these past few weeks. “Like I said, I wanted to help you. Stop looking like a kicked puppy, it’s okay to be selfish.” 

With transparent tears the two of you pack up and head to your next destination. Hands ghosting between each other you make your way to the exit of Vernon’s apartment, him to meet up with his friends while you have to unpack your new apartment. With a hug you tell each other you’ll see them on Monday, and as easy as that you go your separate ways.

Hey Pretty Girl—

I kinda wanted to tell you this in person but I know how much you liked Mamma Mia and all those other movies that have grand gestures in writing so I thought hey, might as well shoot my shot on paper. 

Not gonna tell you all the details, because you deserve to hear it in-person. But mayhaps this letter has something to do with how much I like studying with you, watching movies with you, doing absolutely nothing with you and all of that in-between. 

There’s a gift card to our spot attached. Meet me at McDonalds @12 tonight, so I know it’s real 😎

Hopefully yours, Jungkook

P.S. if you haven’t noticed already, I sprayed a little cologne and stole Taehyung’s fancy paper from Muji. That’s how serious I am about you. 

“Joon, we live in a bonsai garden. We’re like giants in a forest.” 

“Can you—can you stop spitting at them? Let them breathe, dammit.” 

“Not my fault they’re so tiny! I literally have to zoom 200% just to get a good look at ‘em.” 

The two of you are huddled in what used to be Namjoon’s balcony, now a sunroom for his succulents and bonsais. Your heart feels pink and swollen with affection as you regard Namjoon with interest, absorbing every bit of information you can as he teaches you how to care for his plants. After all, you’re co-parenting now. 

Having your Wusband co-sign as your roommate for the next year is probably the best decision you have made this year. Everyday is like a breath of fresh air. With Seokjin gone for the year to tour his restaurant franchises, his room is yours for the taking. The two of you are easy going roommates, filling the apartment with color and vigour whether it be in the form of baking sweets or watching Netflix documentaries. 

The only drama you ever have is when you two are having a meltdown over the same work-related issue, as if you two somehow share the same brain cell. It’s significantly less stressful, no need for unnecessary anger when  you have someone as mediating as Namjoon.

After today’s plant lesson, you two go back to the living room to finish up your work for the evening. Another perk of living together is that you can go home at normal work times and continue where you left off with the comfort of your couch and eating a whole pizza pie with no shame. 

Namjoon’s phone pings with a new email from corporate. “We got the new concept for next month’s spread,” he gestures to you with a grandiose wave of his arm, “drumroll please.” 

He pulls up the newsletter from corporate with a flick of his thumb. Your company put out every month’s concept out in an Evite, like every month was a themed party. A stressful, month long work party. In seconds, the page loaded and you’re met with next month’s title bathed in electronic glitter. 

The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Class of Youth

The two of you say silent, absorbing the concept like a cookie to milk. It’s a personal spread this month, a real treat for the team to show off their normal non-professional life. A spread that reveals the masters behind the ink and text. Last year’s personal spread was about the staff’s vacation destinations, but this year’s is much more intimate. You can imagine all the ideas that will be thrown around on Monday’s meeting: pinning down shared ideas like Throwback Thursdays, late night munchie runs, drunk stories, and all the crazy college nostalgia that you’ve been trying to avoid as of late. 

But now it’s presented to you in a gold chalice, and while you’re sick of the past you think it’s about time to face it. You’re excited to tackle the dark monster you’ve suppressed since Jungkook and Jisoo’s breakup. 

“Did I ever tell you I was president of my university’s Mock Trial?” 

“No, I always thought you’d be president of the Comparative Literature Club or whatever. But Mock Trial is equally as nerdy.” 

“I’ll have you know Mock Trial got me tons of action,” he winked, “made me very convincing.” 

“Gross,” you sneer, “so that’s what your spread will be about? How the co-editor of the Arts & Entertainment section managed to bag with his skills from Mock Trial?” 

“Nah, I went on a penniless journey with Jin during spring break. Six days around Malta.” 

“That does sound so you,” you sigh, fingers slipping between the cracked screen as you mull over the overly happy Evite, “sounds like a cool story.” 

“I know that look,” Namjoon quips, snatching his phone under his nose, “don’t overthink your spread just yet, it’s still the weekend. Now to more important things, what do you want from Taco Bell?”

And because you can’t refuse the combined efforts of nachos and Namjoon’s dimples, you relent for the night and tack the unmade idea to the next workday. 

Unfortunately the next workday is just as disheartening. Today’s work meeting is the antithesis of icing on the cake. While your college life isn’t anything remarkable, you didn’t think it was a painfully dull time. With every passing moment and every excited co-worker throwing memories back and forth like ping pong balls, the more you felt inferior by competing with their amazing memories. 

“Who can even afford Aruba at twenty-one,” you mutter under your breath, stalking back to your cubicle. 

Filling up a whole spread is daunting to you, the thought of Victoria popping her head in your cubicle to ask what you’ve got for the day is practically eating you from the inside out. Maybe your college life was in actuality, super boring? You have no crazy drug trips to tell, any vacations that gave you a life-changing perspective, or an epic love story. 

“What’cha got there, partner?” 

The third musketeer of your editing team’s caramel eyes peer into your cubicle, causing you to jump in your chair. Vernon wheels around, chair and all to push you into your already cramped space. His gold button up gleams in the sunlight, effectively blinding you. 

“If by something you mean nothing, then yeah I got nothing,” you frown, spinning around your chair. “What are you writing about?” 

A fond smile melts onto your friend’s face, and you can’t help returning a smile that mirrors his own. You two have fallen back into a good place, as far as you know. He’s still easy, simple, sweet Vernon. When you dropped some boxes off in coloring, you heard that Vernon and Yerin have recently started seeing each other. 

“Thought of the idea as soon as the Evite came out. It’s more of a photo spread, but I’m gonna write about my study abroad in NYU,” Vernon ticks a pencil on his forehead, “a self-identity piece talking about how I felt like, not-white around my family n’stuff. And then felt not-Asian at the same time, s’complicated but I think I can make it work.” 

“Deep,” you pat his shoulder caringly, knowing that Big Hit is a good outlet for these kinds of subjects, “alright City Slicker, since you’re so full of ideas then tell me what to write about.” 

Vernon sits up straight, regarding you with narrowed eyes, “Aren’t you gonna write about your little love triangle with Jisoo and Jungkook?” and it seems like he’s already storyboarded the idea in his head, gesturing to the air as if he’s writing down a timeline, “I can see the headline now: How to Steal a Heart,” he’s grinning, nodding fervently as you cross your arms in distaste. 

“Vern, are you suggesting that I exploit Jisoo and Jungkook’s personal lives?” while the journalism business didn’t pride itself on sincerity, it did feel wrong to drag in your personal life to that extent. 

“Babe, you don’t understand. You have the perfect slice of life story. Everyone’s writing about expensive vacations and that one time they got cross-faded and ended up in Busan,” he squeezes your hand, “but your story, it’s relatable. It’s romantic. It’s angsty. It has closure. No one’s gonna be able to relate to an impulse spending on daddy’s money to Aruba. But first loves? Unrequited romance and all that ish? Everyone can speak to that. And you’re a beautiful writer, they’ll eat up that story like honey.” 

“I don’t know, it still doesn’t feel right.” 

“Change up the names, twist the story,” he offers easily, knowing you’d put up a fight, “besides, it’s not like you’re planning on talking to Jisoo or Jungkook ever again,” you open your mouth to retort, but Vernon’s phone beeps to the Star Wars theme song and he’s flying out of his chair. “Shoot, gotta go help Joon upstairs. Just think about it, okay? Good luck!” and he’s kicking his chair out with a brown loafer, leaving you with breathing room in your cubicle. 

Five seconds later Vernon is jogging back, pointing a finger at you, “And if you do choose to write it, you have to add that Jisoo copped your McDonalds gift card. Like, who does that shit? Couldn’t she have just given it to you and say it was from her and not Jungkook? Seriously fucked up.” 

For the next ten or so minutes you mull. Out of all the memorable college events you’ve participated in, the largest one by far is your (now defunct and debatable) friendship with Jisoo, and your (un)requited love for Jungkook. Reluctantly, you must admit Vernon has a sharp idea, busting in like a hero and offering you the most writable piece on a silver platter. 

It doesn’t feel morally right just to start writing, because ultimately you can’t feel comfortable until you get the consent of Jungkook. While you don’t want to touch Jisoo with a ten-meter pole, you do want to start talking to Jungkook again now that the waters have calmed.

Your life has moved gracefully up until this point, and you’d like to start being friends with him again. Decision made, you pull out your phone and make an important call.

“Hey Yoongi,” you say nervously. Min Yoongi is Kim Namjoon’s equivalent, Jungkook’s Wusband and former upperclassmen in college. 

Said man hums noncommittally on the other line, “Whaddya want, it’s been awhile.” 

You stifle a giggle at his apathetic attitude, knowing he’s someone who wastes no time in getting straight to the point. “I just wanna make sure Jungkook’s address is still the same? I know it’s been a couple months, but I need to send him something and I wanna make sure it gets to him ASAP because—”

“Because last time something was sent, your crazy roommate intervened and Jungkook ended up in a two-year half-toxic relationship? Yeah, let’s make sure that doesn’t happen again.”

“Yoongi,” you say slowly, “where are you?” 

“Working in the studio,” he tuts, “Jungkook says hi, by the way.” 

Typical, cat’s out of the bag. With a roll of our eyes you reply, “Thanks for outing me, Yoongi. Talk to you later.” 

“And y/n? Jungkook says he’s waiting.” 

With a stupid smile slapped onto your face, you hang up the phone and pull out your stationary kit from under your desk. You pluck out a vermillion red envelope, a color so bold and begging to be seen, you know it can’t possibly get lost in transit. Feeling a little bit like a high schooler as you pull out a glitter jelly pen, you get to writing. 

Hey Pretty Boy...

Jungkook and Jisoo are no longer together, evidently. 

Their social media runs in different directions, with Jisoo sporting absolute elegance in her work at her family-owned boutique. Her posts are full of shiny outfits and soulless gazes, betraying any pinch of emotion she may have felt over these past few months. Her profile is wiped of any personal posts, all traces of you and Jungkook evaporated from her page. You must admit that she looks good, like a real fashion mogul, but only at the surface level. 

Conversely, Jungkook is thriving. It’s evident. Normally he isn’t the type of guy to post so frequently, his habits being often sporadic and limited to sweaty gym stories. But whenever you scroll, it’s pictures of him smiling. Big bunny teeth broken into a genuine, full-bellied laugh. Cute selfies of him and his co-workers. You notice two familiar co-workers in those posts, Irene and Seulgi, two beautiful women Jisoo always felt intimidated by whenever she ranted to you. You conclude positively that Jungkook doesn’t feel tethered and can hang out with all the friends he wants, female and male alike. Jungkook looks free, and you’re happy for him. 

It’s another Instagram-worthy moment tonight at McDonalds, where you and Jungkook proposed to meet each other at 12AM. 

This time, the letter makes it to its desired destination. You make sure of that because this time you hand-deliver it, slipping under his apartment door knowing he lives alone and no one would be able to access it except him. 

You’re parked in an obscure corner, but you can see that Jungkook is currently having a great time with his co-workers for an after work meal. Yoongi is unbothered on his phone, while Jimin and Seulgi are taking turns throwing fries into each other’s mouth. Jungkook is squished between them, scrunching his nose cutely as he tries not to get in the fray of their fry-war. 

Your phone pings, and you laugh at what pops up on the screen.

Yoongi: come inside, u loser. 

You: can’t ur friend group makes me nervous stop being so dang cute

You: dw i’ll wait, it’s only 11:50

Instead of replying, Yoongi puts his phone down and resumes eating. In turn you pick a playlist, deciding that “summer time high mix✨✨✨” is a theme you need to subscribe to for the rest of the weekend. 

Busying yourself by sending some texts to Namjoon and checking some emails, you relax in your seat as you let your brain turn to sludge for the weekend. You’re tired, eyes glazing over as you watch Yoongi elbow Jungkook harshly, forcing him to look out the foggy window. 

Jungkook’s eyes light up like it’s Christmas Eve, but instead of Christmas lights it's your car’s lowlights. The graphic designer  pays no mind to his friends as they wish him goodbye and goodluck, throwing on his jacket with a wave. 

The night air whizzes by, Jungkook’s floppy black strands bouncing with each step as he bounds to your car. He throws your door open, bringing in the cold air as he regards you as easily as an old friend would. 

“Hi,” he chirps, placing his tattooed palms by the air vent, “c’mon, let’s order.” 

“You know, you could’ve ordered inside and brought it in here.” 

“Yeah but then it would take longer to get to you,” the cheeky grin that Jungkook throws at you is unmistakable, “c’mon, get out the car and let’s switch.” 

“Huh?” 

“You look tired, you didn’t come back from the office again, did you?” 

“I did tonight,” you say, “I just really wanted to get the soft copy of the article done and—” 

“Out, out!” Jungkook clicks your seatbelt off and he’s coming out of the passenger side, opening your car and pulling you out by the hand, “c’mon, I’ll drive.” 

You shake your head, hiding your smile in your hand as you let Jungkook do what he wants. Normally you’d be insulted that anyone suggests they should drive your car but Jungkook would always drive you around, saying he loved long rides. Above all, if you could trust anyone to drive your car, Jungkook is at the top of the list. 

Buckling in, you bite the inside of your cheek as Jungkook easily pulls out of the parking spot one-handed. His jacket is pulled up to his elbows, exposing his veins as he expertly whirls the wheel in the direction of the drive-thru. Since college he’s always looked very attractive driving.  

Doesn’t mean you have to act like you’re still in college. You tamp those feelings down, knowing that your article probably has you feeling stuck in time. 

“—coming along?” 

“Wha?” 

“I said, how’s the spread coming along?” 

“It’s pretty much done, I think. I’ll send you the hard copy when it’s ready,” you tap your fingers against the dashboard, “but are you sure you’re okay with me writing it? I know I’m using a pseudonym and everything for you two but I still feel weird—” 

“It’s fine, I think it’s a good thing,” and you still squirm in your seat when he flashes you a genuine smile, “I mean, it kinda is a funny story and I think it’s good for both of us. Like closure, y’know? Moving on and—hi, can I get two Oreo McFlurrys and a large fry? Thanks!” he pulls out his wallet to scan the total on the e-reader.  “I mean, didn’t it feel good writing it?”

“Yeah,” you replied honestly, relaxing in your seat, “like, college was fun and all, but when Jisoo kinda ruined all that… after awhile I didn’t think it was ruined after all, y’know? I still made amazing friends and ended up where I wanted to be. I want to show the readers that shit happens, and that’s okay. And if things are really meant to be, they’re meant to be.” 

The summer playlist hums in the background as Jungkook pulls up to the pick-up window. He thanks the worker and hands you the tray, and you make quick work to put the fries in the first cup holder for optimal sharing. He doesn’t park at McDonalds, but instead smoothly pulls out of the restaurant into the direction of his apartment. It isn’t a particularly long drive, but you figure it would be easier for Jungkook to go home first if you’re already parked at his complex. 

“What do you mean by that?” Jungkook parks in the driveway of his apartment, taking his McFlurry from your hands. 

“Mean by what?” 

“If things are really meant to be, they’re meant to be.” 

“Well, we’re here now, right?” 

Jungkook pops his spoon in, swallowing vanilla and a silly smile through his coral pink lips, “We’re here now,” he repeats. 

The night air is cool and your conversation is warm. You promise Jungkook that you’ll send him the final copy of your spread as soon as it’s done, and you two eagerly deviate away from the past and focus on the present. 

You can’t help the eagerness that flows between you, as if you’ve never spent time apart like this and it’s only now that you’re reuniting. It must be absence that makes the heart grow fonder, because you swell with affection and you find Jungkook’s presence sweeter than any kind of ice cream. 

Are you dating now? Maybe. You and Jungkook are going on dates, everything without the title. McFlurry runs, marathons of HGTV’s Design on a Dime, having lunch at each other’s respective buildings with the Wusbands. Whether these dates are exclusive or not is unknown, but you figure the question will present yourself one way or another. 

You’re in a good place right now, potential relationship or not. After all, your priorities are simultaneously positive and in order: family, work, friends, and any potential romantic trysts are at the very bottom. You could kiss the cover of this month’s issue (and trust, you have kissed your own copy multiple times) if it is not for the fact that this specific issue is for Jungkook. 

So, romantic trysts and friends have a tendency to flip-flop on your priority list, but only because it’s Jungkook. 

Unsurprisingly, there’s no guilt knowing that you’re dating your former best friend's ex-boyfriend. 

After a much deserved early work day, Namjoon and the crew arrange a hearty happy-hour filled with good food and enough relaxation to last the weekend. With your combined successes, your team felt like they made the best issue yet. At the heart of it, The Most Beautiful Moment in Life: Class of Youth became a reckoning of each other’s young life. Despite the love and the growth that occurred from your college years up until this point, you’re glad to close that chapter and move forward. 

You did not tell Jungkook when the issue would come out, so you think it’ll be a fun surprise for him when he sees it magically show up at his apartment. Bending down you move to slip the issue under his door, one hand pushing it under while one hand braces against the frame to steady your balance. 

Just as the shiny cover glides under the door it swings open, and you fall flat on Jungkook’s feet. 

Being the little shit he is, he simply giggles at the blunder, looking at you with excited eyes. “I’ve been waiting for you,” he says. 

“Creepy as hell, Jeon,” you mutter under your breath, brushing the dirt off your aqua pencil skirt. Looking at him from your spot on the floor and his large height, you grimace. “You look like a middle-aged serial killer looking outside your peephole.” 

“Now, we know that’s not true.” he finally offers his hand, easily pulling you up to your feet. You follow him into his kitchen, where he’s cutting up fresh fruit. He throws your issue on the counter, gentle enough so it doesn’t slide off the granite. He gestures to himself with both hands, “me, a dashingly handsome late twenty-something in Nike sweats who can bench-press two of you? Totally not a middle-aged serial killer.” 

“It’s in the eyes,” you chastise, “you look crazy.” 

“Maybe I’m just crazy excited to see you,” he says with a cheeky grin. 

You try your best not to choke on your spit at the cheeseball comment, throwing a blackberry in your mouth. Savoring the burst of tart flavor that fills your mouth, you wait for Jungkook to plate the fruit before meeting him on the couch. He’s holding a prettily arranged plate of berries, bananas, and mango with a huge dollop of whipped cream in the middle. In his other hand is Big Hit’s magazine. 

Throwing your blazer on the couch’s arm you don’t hesitate to cuddle up next to him, eagerly waiting for him to read your spread. 

The cover gazes back at the two of you like a reflection. The entirety of the staff is posed on the cover, made to look like a class photo. Some of you are holding balloons in your respective school colors, many of you grouping up with whoever happened to go to college together. You and Vernon are wearing matching university sweaters with silly grins on your faces. In the middle of the issue is the editor-in-chief, Victoria Song holding a placard that reads: Class of Youth. 

Jungkook spares you a glance from the corner of his eye, your head naturally tucked into his shoulder. With an exaggerated sigh, he fiddles through the glossy pages, “Hmm, which one should I read first?” 

“Of course you’ll read mine first,” you pout. 

“Ah, Namjoon’s looks really fun. Or Vernon’s? New York looks pretty cool,” he flips to a random page, “wait, Yerin’s spread is a Korean cookbook! I definitely want to make some tuna rice...”  

“Jungkook,” you whine, “read mine.” 

“I don’t know,” he taps his finger on his lip, “I mean, I pretty much know your spread because I’m already in it. It would be kind of redundant to read it.” 

“Kook, you’re being mean,” you glower, rubbing your cheek against his soft sweater. He’s just so damn comfy. 

“I’m kidding,” he tugs at your cheek, “where’s the table of contents, first page?”

“I’m on page eighty-three.” 

You speed up the process like an impatient child, leaning over to brush the pages to the desired spread. You even dog-earred it, a habit that drives Jungkook crazy as he immediately fiddles to iron out the crease. 

“Are you gonna read it to me too, mom?” he teases. 

“Okay fine! I’ll be quiet, but don’t take too long.” 

“Yes ma’am.” 

Eyes fluttering, you let Jungkook take his time to absorb your piece. A roommate by any other (rude) name: the lost letter. A cheesy, gimmicky title that Victoria insisted upon that you had no choice but relent to. The rest of the spread thankfully has a very authentic edge to it, your story laced with photos of you and Jungkook, your internship with Vernon, and most importantly, a scan of the lavender letter that got left in the past. 

Jungkook’s not silent through his read-through, either. He laughs at all the right parts, fueling your ego as his smile grows at your favorite lines. While he doesn’t directly engage in conversation, his positive energy is enough for you to make you feel like you’ve done your job right. It’s one thing to write about unknown celebrities and unnamed artists, but for people like Jungkook, the validation is personal. 

“It’s beautiful,” Jungkook says when he’s read it thrice through, running his thumb over a picture of you. “Really organic. Really, real.”

“Really?”

“Really,” he chuckles, having run out of adverbs. “It’s funny, too. I liked your little internal monologue. I wish I knew how you felt back then.” 

“I wish you did, too.” 

You’re quietly munching on a strawberry, looking over a polaroid Jungkook took. It was  sometime in the beginning of senior year, where you’ve fallen asleep on his mattress, drool drying on your mouth. Normally you’d be opposed to having such unflattering, grainy pictures amongst your writing, but it encapsulates the youth you’ve tried so hard to chase away. 

“How do you feel?” Jungkook says, switching out the magazine for the plate of fruit, placing it on his side. 

“Feel great, actually,” you muse, smiling to yourself. By no means are you a hero writing some grand gesture in an entertainment magazine, but you feel like you’ve saved yourself. You’ve savored your youth in four thousand words, cutting out the poison and keeping the moment as sweet as it can be. 

“I’m proud of you,” he reaches to ruffle your hair, and you don’t even get mad when it tousles out of your pinned style. 

Reveling in the attention, you simply close your eyes and feed yourself a handful of blueberries. 

“Love that I make money, but I definitely miss college from time to time,” Jungkook stretches, jostling you out of your comfortable position. “Like I remember Taehyung and I would take turns bringing backpacks to the dining hall so we could stuff fruit in it for later.”

“Yeah, but as much as I loved college I wouldn’t go back,” you nod to yourself, “I’m happy where I am now.” 

“What about when we stayed up for midnight breakfast? The dining hall was filled to the brim with food. Remember when I tried to eat a whole stack of pancakes?” 

“Jungkook…” 

“Or when our classes got cancelled and we went to Lotte World? You ate way too much funnel cake and I had to carry you to the car!” 

“Jungkook—” 

“And that one time we snuck out to the music hall’s rooftop?” words gush out of Jungkook’s mouth like a waterfall, unable to relent, “that’s when I realized I liked you. I liked you so much, I tried to tell you that night but choked—”

“Jungkook!” and he immediately zips up, frowning. You straighten up, on your knees as you reach over to run your hands through his onyx tresses, moving the styled strands to the back of his pierced ears, “Jungkook,” you repeat softly, “I’ve heard all these stories, I was there for most of them. As much as I love the past… can we talk about something else?” you give him a small, tentative smile to show him you’re not mad, but a little uncomfortable at his reminiscing. 

He leans into your touch, pressing your palm against the soft swell of his warm cheek. “Okay,” he agrees, resting one hand on your thigh. 

You’re roped in his gaze, and you have to force yourself to breathe when Jungkook moves closer to you. He hooks a leg behind his back, and another across his lap. A cool breeze kisses your inner thighs when your skirt exposes your cotton underwear. You should be embarrassed but instead you’re fixated, unable to understand what he’s trying to accomplish. 

“Then I’m gonna talk about the future,” Jungkook traps you between the couch, his thumb running hot circles to where your skirt has hiked up. It exposes a slip of the thigh that Jungkook has seen a million times. He’s seen you walking around your apartment in a large shirt, ridden up to your boyshorts. It’s different now, you feel exposed and tingly, thrumming with excitement. “I like you, obviously anticipated news and old news. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to go on dates with you, re-watch Avatar, grumble when I force you to come to the gym with me,” he bumps noses with you when you scrunch yours, “I wanna be with you. Heck, I’ve even cleared space in my spare room so you’d have closet space for all your fancy designer suits if you ever need it.”

“You cleared space?” you manage to choke out. Visions of a shared apartment roll through your brain. Cooking meals together, having two toothbrushes side by side, and waking up to his face. 

“Of course I did. Do you know how financially attractive you are?” he says lightheartedly, “you’re a sexy working woman and it’s crazy to imagine you’d want to settle for me and my little apartment. But I have to try now because if I don’t, it’ll be too late.” 

“That’s not true,” you retort, “you’re not someone I’d settle for. I want you, and no one else.” 

He chuckles, running a thumb over your cheek. “Then what are we waiting for? Your key’s hiding under the mat.” 

“Jungkook…” on the tip of your tongue lays the words you’re going too fast but it doesn’t make its way to the air. 

“But do you really think it’s too fast?” he reads your face clearly, “these feelings never went anywhere. They were locked away, sure. And I loved her,” he can’t even say the name, not when you’re warm and flush against him, “but I loved our friendship more.”

“I… I don’t know what to say,” you breathe, letting the cogs in your brain roll until sparks develop. 

“You don’t have to say anything,” he concedes, “I just wanted to let you know. Could’ve done the letter thing all over again and let the past repeat itself. I know Namjoon wouldn’t hide a love letter for two years, but if I left another damn letter he’d definitely make a copy and tease me about it.” 

You snort, pressing your forehead to his. You’re practically buried in the couch now, tingly and vibrating with happiness. “And I’m not going to leave you hanging. I do want to say something,” and he looks at you expectantly, licking the leftover berry juice on his lips, nearly making you miss your train of thought, “I like you too,” you say, the other L-word is also applicable, but you feel like that phrase is reserved for another time, “I want to show you off on work vacations, bring you along as my date and show them you’re my muse,” you confess, “I wanna play video games with you ‘till 2AM, and eat ice cream in the comfort of our apartment instead of our cars because we’re too stubborn to admit we don’t wanna go home without each other.” 

Jungkook absolutely preens at the affection, sending you a heart melting smile that has your stomach doing backflips.

“Jungkook, I want to fall in love with you again.” 

Your squeal of surprise is swallowed by Jungkook’s lips, tasting of mangoes and berries as strong hands cup your backside, easily lifting you onto his lap. You plop under his strong thighs, feeling them flex against yours. The both of you are pouring in this kiss, raining with promises and hopes for a future with each other. His taste is concentrated, and you can feel the devotion practically injected in his embrace. 

When he pulls away his lips are cherry-red and shiny, looking up at you through clear coffee eyes. “This isn’t a dream, right?” he looks at you up and down, unable to decipher fact from fiction, “because I distinctly remember two wet dreams that involve you looking like this.” 

Looking down, you heat at the disarray you’re in. Hair wild and parted in different wavelengths, tired of the day’s efforts. Your slightly sheer dress-shirt is rumpled, the lace collar opened with two popped buttons revealing your cleavage, and your skirt is stretched so tight that it’s ruched all the way up your thighs. Sprawled across Jungkook’s lap, you’re dangerously close to something long and hard. 

Emboldened, you clutch at Jungkook’s collar, pulling him closer. 

“Show me what happens in your dream,” you whisper into his ear, barely brushing your clothed core against his crotch, “maybe we can make it come true tonight.” 

You can’t see his face, but you feel something dark and sensual overtake him. The grip on your ass tightens, a delicious pain that has you pressing your breasts against him and nipping on his ear, your tongue darting sensually through the cold silver hoops that dart through his skin. 

Within seconds, he rips you away from his neck and demands, “Open.” 

Dazed, you barely get a centimeter of your mouth open when Jungkook presses something cold and sugary against your lips. Whipped cream. You manage to take a small bite of the tart strawberry that he holds by the viridian stem, rolling the flavor between your mouth as Jungkook paints the leftover whipped cream over your lips. Once he’s satisfied he then creates a white trail that leads to your cleavage. 

Better than any dream, his eyes drink you in like the last glass of water in a desert. Your lips are swollen and parted like a baby kitten, covered in the creamy confection. “So pretty,” he exhales, his hot tongue licking from your cleavage to your lips, swallowing the flavor of you and strawberry juice, “such a pretty girl you are, and all mine.” 

“Yours,” you submit easily, rolling your hips against his. 

At that moment you think you’re meant to fall in love this way. You can’t imagine the shy, fumbly Jungkook and your equally confused self waltzing around a relationship when you barely had your lives together. The two of you still had growing to do. The wait is certainly worth it, because as you feel his arms tighten around you, you’re sure this love will stay strong.

It’s difficult for you to find a rhythm at first, what with Jungkook’s strength and need to be satiated, both of you are sloppy but the friction is nothing less than delicious. Your finger reaches over to swipe at the leftover cream on the plate, and you press your finger to Jungkook’s mouth, and he immediately complies. A dollop of sweet cream leaks out of his lips and your panties dampen further when you feel his tongue lick you clean, imagaining how good it would feel if it was your pussy he was licking. 

Your mouth waters at the feeling of his dick lining up against your core, as sticky as the strawberry juice that clings to your bodies. 

“C-can I make a confession? I—oh, Jungkook…” your mind is all fuzzed up when he snaps his hips against yours, causing you to shamelessly bounce on his length. 

“Yeah?” 

“I… I like it when you use all your strength like that,” his hips slow as your words sink in, but you don’t mind as it gives you time to make a long drag along the entirety of his member. “Everytime you pull me up when I trip, or you come back from a workout, I like it when you carry me around like I weigh nothing.” 

“Do—do you think about it a lot?” he grunts, and you stifle a moan when he does a slow, hard drag against your wet folds. “Tell the truth.” 

“It’s, it’s embarrassing,” you whimper, unable to think straight with the amount of stimuli you’re receiving.  

“Please, baby.” 

“Yes mm—oh! I do,” you try to get the words out as quickly as you can. He stops moving, and you groan in frustration so you just lay it all out on the table. “I, I love it when you hold me in your strong arms. And, ah, uh w-henever you come back from the gym you just look so sexy fresh from the shower. Sometimes I think about how you’re too damn nice for your own good but I bet you’d be so rough in bed.” 

“Really?” and then he’s shoving you onto the couch, air brushing against your bare thighs as your back hits the beige throw pillows. He’s hovering, dark eyes starting from the tip of your toes to your damp lips. “You like it when I manhandle you? Throw you around like a little doll?” 

“All that strength, and for what?” you try to keep your snappy remarks in check, but it’s hard when he’s pressing his straining dick against your thigh, weeping and needy. 

“You’re not gonna be joking about my strength anytime soon, baby,” emblazoned, he easily throws your leg over his shoulder, pushing your panties to the side to let your wetness leak out and onto his fingers, “are you gonna complain or be a good girl?” 

“Yes, I’m ah—” you wince when he inserts a finger, “I’ll be good for you,” 

“My good girl,” he revels in the way you melt under his touch, your previous sarcasm quickly dissolving into a puddle. You always had an inkling that Jungkook would be a sneaky fox in bed, all that muscle hidden behind a kind smile and a penchant for tea with milk and honey. 

Jungkook slips in another finger, stretching you and preparing you for what’s to come. He’s scissoring you at a sensible pace that has you squirming and wanting more. To prevent you from shimmying off the couch he holds you down with his free hand, and you love the way he practically feeds you to the couch, hands dancing over your neck as he shoves you further into the furniture. 

“You look so gorgeous,” he says, causing you to moan and keen at his attention, “you’re such a strong, gorgeous woman. Having you sprawled out like this, ready to do whatever I want to you is so fucking hot.” 

“I’m—I’m only weak for you Jungkook,” you say honestly, tears pricking when he dips another finger. The stretch burns deliciously, and your folds eagerly swallow him up until you’re filled to the brim. Your fingers or toys cannot compare to flesh, and you sigh in relief when you see his inked fingers pick up the pace once more. 

“You’re damn right,” Jungkook husks, and with a grain of love he murmurs in your ear, “I’m only weak for you, too.” 

And that’s when he snaps, thumb rolling against your bud as he slams his other fingers against you, going at a brutal pace. You cry out, not caring whether his neighbors hear as he pulls you back and forth through pleasure and pain. 

“T-too much, Kookie,” you mewl, your hand warbling to find his, “I, ah, ‘m gonna cum!” 

“That’s the plan,” he only goes faster, stretching your band further and further before your desired high is reached. His hand trails up to force your chin straight, looking up at him, “let go for me, baby. Wanna feel your pussy clench around my fingers.” 

In seconds, you gush. It has you in a slight panic, drunk on endorphins as you try to lift your head up but Jungkook’s hand is firmly pressing you on your shoulder as he fingers you efficiently through your high, the wet squelching sounds only increasing with your cries. His lap is drenched in your arousal, along with his chin and lips glistening with your essence. 

He finally releases you when you’re practically shaking, his hands sticky and creamy. You moan when he shamelessly licks them within your view, making sure to wrap his tongue around his ink-stained digits. 

“I,” your mouth is dry when you feel the dampness that hits your bottom, “I’ve never, I don’t remember ever—” 

Your babbles are lost between your throat and Jungkook’s tongue, shoved deep into your mouth. Tasting your arousal has you practically vibrating in your place, as you two rut against each other like hungry bunnies. 

“God, you’re amazing,” he says between pecks, kissing away your face of any tears you may have pricked, “Amazing, adorable, absolutely beautifulIadoreyousoso—” 

“Pleasepleaseplease,” you press your hips up, wiggling for more attention, “please fuck me, Jungkook.” 

You can’t help the witchy, satisfied smile when Jungkook’s eyes darken to a thick coal, “Anything for you,” he murmurs, swinging your legs between his arms as he lifts you like a feather. 

On his lap again, you soon accept that the way you two mesh like puzzle pieces is one of your favorite positions as it gives you both equal space to ravish each other. 

Just when your hand trails to the waistband of his boxer briefs and you’re rolling your thumb over its collected moisture, the moment is shattered when the doorbell rings. You jump in his arms, unprepared for your moment to be interrupted. 

He groans into the crown of your hair, and you soften in his relaxed hold, “I ordered us pizza,” he nearly forgot. 

Perking your head up to look at him you regard him innocently, as if you didn’t release a waterfall on his sweats two seconds ago. “You got us pizza?” 

“I knew you’d be coming over tonight,” he’s pouting into your neck, regretting ever having called the pizza guy if he knew this would happen, “Victoria posted the publish date on Twitter. I just didn’t think,” he gestures vaguely to the mess on his pants, “this would happen.”  

“Damn, and here I thought I was being sneaky,” you chuckle, flicking his ear playfully. 

He gives you an uncharacteristically subby whine, shamelessly upset he has to let you go so fast after he’s given you your first of many highs. Before he weakens further under your beauty, he unceremoniously shoves you off. “Sorry, pretty girl,” you melt at the easy way his pet name rolls off his lips, “can you wait in my room for a bit so I can pay the delivery guy? I don’t want them to see you like this.” 

“But I want to eat pizza,” you declare stubbornly, standing up to button your blouse and pull down your skirt. 

Before you could fasten one button or pull down one centimeter, his hand darts out to snatch your wrist away from your body. It doesn’t hurt much, but it causes your body to heat in more places than one. He’s sexy like this, demanding your attention. “No,” he rumbles definitively, “my room. Now.” 

“Why?” you throw your hands in the air, yelping when he slaps your ass. He makes sure to make it sting, cupping you fully. 

“Because,” he says firmly, “you don’t get to eat until I eat,” you whimper when his hand reaches to cup your sex, panties wet and cold without his warmth as he pushes you in the direction of his bedroom. 

Oh, you can’t wait for both of you to eat tonight. 

some time later.

“Ohmygod the view is beautiful!” Krystal, who works in advertisement, squeals. “No filter needed!” 

“Alright alright, make room Princess,” Namjoon teases. With a bump to Krystal’s tiny hips Namjoon shoves you two across the pavilion, putting his arm around you once he finds the perfect angle, “Umji, can you get a pic of me and my Work Wife? I want this on the Big Hit Instagram!” 

You hold your straw sunhat down from the salty wind, smiling beautifully as Umji takes multiple pictures of you and Namjoon from her Nikon. Another successful year under your notch, ending with a successful work retreat. 

“Namjoon, can I take a picture with my actual wife now?” 

“We’re not married, Jungkook,” you chastise, patting the chest of Namjoon’s floral printed Hawaiian shirt so he can switch. Instantly, Jungkook slides up next to you like a picture perfect stock model piece, and you wrap your arms around his trim waist, “we’re not even engaged.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” he pouts, looking over the pavilion and adjusting the both of you so there’s a good amount of you and the resort in the background. The sun may be scathingly hot, but it looks beautiful perched over the crystal clear waters. “Namjoon, you got it easy,” Jungkook says when he hands him your phone, “every angle is our good angle, so you can’t mess it up.” 

Being the honest man he is, Namjoon knows better and doesn’t say anything to that. Instead he shoots down whatever pineapple-flavored concoction is offered to him on a silver platter, and starts shooting. 

“Is this swimsuit new?” Jungkook murmurs into your ear between shots, flicking your little red number by the strap connecting the back, “because I didn’t see this in the luggage.” 

You smile big, pearly whites as Namjoon demands to pop out your butt and work it, pressing your body closer to Jungkook’s. “Tiny enough so I could hide it in my purse,” you reply proudly, voice low for only each other’s ears, “why, surprised?” 

“Definitely not prepared,” his fingers dig deliciously in your bare flesh, “would Victoria fire you if she catches us doing it in the cabana?” 

Amused that your boyfriend now shares your combined awe and fear of your boss, you twist his nipple lightly. He yelps, and from Namjoon’s guaff he’s definitely got that on camera. “We didn’t come to Boracay to fuck in the cabana.” 

“Then the hotel room?” 

Namjoon hands you back your phone when he considers his job done, letting you and Jungkook have some alone time. You wave your phone in his face, trying to get him to focus on the task at hand. You wanted to post some cute pictures of you and your boyfriend, one to impress the family back home and the Big Hit interns back in Seoul who are absolutely pining for your position. 

“Jungkook, they have the water ski thing where you can flip in the water mid air! Doesn’t that sound fun? Or we can go scuba diving, have Filipino food, or get massages. LIterally, we’re on Big Hit’s dime, and the first thing you want to do is go back to the room?” 

“Yes,” he pouts petulantly, leaning into the hollow of your ear and whispering, “got a chub on.” 

Discreetly so, your hands brush against his navy trunks and you note yes, he’s half hard. “No!” you shake your head definitively, pushing him out of your arms. You’re not letting sex get in the way of your hard-earned vacation, you’re on company dime and you intend to milk every peso of it. “Namjoon, take him away!” 

You blow him a kiss and follow another group who’s decided to go eat, watching your boyfriend get dragged away by Namjoon’s long arms. Krystal, who’s been mildly watching the whole ordeal in-between taking selfies, looks at you in awe, “You got it good, bosslady,” she says, and you happily link arms with her in the direction of the restaurants. 

You and Jungkook definitely have it good. You don’t see him until dinnertime, looking utterly relaxed as he sips on a mango-muddled concoction. He must’ve gotten a couples massage with Namjoon, cute. Splitting up was definitely a good idea, by the time your meal arrives the two of you are practically leaning against each other, telling each other what events you need to do tomorrow and events you think will be fun to do together. 

“Joon,” Jungkook is throwing an arm over your Wusband’s shoulder, mildly tipsy. The image is adorable, as Jungkook long ago previously confessed that he felt a little jealous of Namjoon’s work relationship with you before you were dating. Now, it feels like they’re best friends and you’re third-wheeling. “What do you think about having halo-halo tomorrow? It’s like bingsu but with a bunch of other good stuffs. There’s red bean, mango, ube, ice cream…” 

Just as Jungkook begins his tirade of dessert ingredients, you pull up your phone to check on your social media. You smile back at your profile, seeing your latest Instagram post at the very top of the feed. Not to flex, but the two of you look pretty smokin’ since you’ve been keeping up with Jungkook’s insistence to join him at the gym. Jungkook and you are leaning against the pristine veranda, overlooking the clear blue water and a cloudless sky. The smiles you two sport are genuine and utterly in love. 

You scroll down the comments, most of them filled with sweet messages but one of them has you doing a double take. 

@sooyaaa__: 😒😒😒 knew something was goin on behind my back… good riddance

The smell of Jungkook’s detergent overtakes your nostrils, and you turn to him. He’s stopped talking, now immersed in whatever’s going on in your phone. 

“The nerve of her,” Jungkook scrunches his nose, disgusted at her latest comment. “As if anyone would believe her.” 

“Yeah,” you echo, “I feel bad for her, though. She’s probably lonely.” 

“Her loss, she put this upon herself. Not us.” 

You pout, “I know, but she was my friend at one point.” 

He frowns, putting an arm behind your backrest. It would be easy for him to say yeah, and she was my girlfriend and one-up you, leaving it at that. But now he knows better, and that friendship is a much better value than an ill-fated relationship. “Sorry baby,” it’s not his fault, but he sees your disappointment in putting out hope for an old friend. He gives you a little smooch on your temple, “do you miss her?” 

“The old her, yeah,” you sigh, clicking on her profile, “but now? I can do without her negativity.” 

“Okay,” he takes your phone from your hand, “have you ever blocked a person before?”

“No.”

“Well, today’s the day,” he says it so coolly, you barely have time to think when he clicks the ‘block’ button on Jisoo’s profile, then clicking off his phone to put in his pocket. “No more phone for today,” he proceeds to take your plate that was recently served, taking the time to cut your large vegetables into smaller portions. “Like you said, we shouldn’t waste your vacation time.” 

Your heart swells with butterflies for Jeon Jungkook, who’s meticulously cutting your food and telling you to relax and stop dwelling on the past. He’s right, if Jisoo’s not going to stick around for the future and continue to cause negativity in your life, why not keep the positives in the past while it lasted? 

“You know I love you, right?” 

He ceases cutting, and looks at you to pop a sweet potato in his mouth. “Love me enough to do it in the cabana?” 

He’s still on that? “Jungkook,” you warn, pretending to get up, “forget I said anything. I’m gonna go karaoke with Umji.” 

“Kiddingggg,” he whines, pulling you back down with an outstretched hand, “you know I love you too.” 

“You’re terrible.” 

“Only this way because I’d know you’d totally be into cabana sex if we were vacationing by ourselves.” 

“Yes, but you’re still terrible,” you giggle when Jungkook steals a kiss, just as easy as he’s stolen your heart.  

#jungkook x reader #jungkook smut #gcn23 #goldenclosetnet #btsghostie #jungkook fic #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #bts fic #bts smut #a big weight is off my shoulders

[elainsshadows]

There are two myths that I think Elriel could be based on. The first is Hades and Persephone

I know Feyre and Rhys are supposed to be the Hades and Persephone retelling, but it can work with Elriel as well.

Light and dark aspects.

“Death and the lovely fawn”

Beautiful goddess (Elain often described as the most beautiful Archeron sister) “stolen” by the god of death (Azriel) from her mother (or mate - Lucien - in this case)

But the one I think works the most with Elriel is the story of Helen of Troy.

Helen was described as the most beautiful, and the face that launched a thousand ships. As I stated above Elain is described as the most beautiful. Now Helen was married to a man named Menelaus, idk if theirs was a happy union I know in Troy (2004) they were not but we know how Hollywood tends to treat retellings. But enter Paris. He and Helen run away together and this started the Trojan War.

My interpretation of this with Elriel:

Elain is promised to another due to the mating bond

She’s not thrilled with it as we’ve seen in the story time and time again.

Enter Azriel who she starts to develop feelings for. She seems happier and calmer around him.

If the two of them get together it could possibly start something with Autumn because we all know Beron’s a dick.

Lucien I don’t think would anything because he’s not that type. But Beron is gunning for the Night Court kinda like Menelaus’s brother was gunning for Troy. And we know there’s conflict going on with Autumn right now and it would make sense in Elriel’s book with the whole Azriel x Elain x Lucien situation.

While Helen and Paris’s story ended in tragedy Elriel’s won’t because that’s not how SJM operates.

I know Sarah likes to pull from myths and fairytale retellings so I think that this would be an interesting to see a Helen of Troy retelling with Elriel and maybe even a little Hades and Persephone too because I’m a sucker for H&P retellings.

#Elriel #Elain Archeron #Azriel

[castlevania-afterdark-imagines]

In celebration of 666 followers… Castlevania Afterdark Presents… Featuring our 4th most requested character… The last son of the House of Belmont and himbo disaster himself…

Interview 2 of 5: Trevor Belmont

Imma preface this with the overwhelming winner here was for dogs, puppies, the canine variety (which I totally agree with btw). But there was one answer for a baby deer and I literally burst into tears from how fucking cute that is so uh...we’re rolling with it. Not even kidding, I actually did cry.

Also writing a full interview takes me a long, LONG, time so in the interest of answering the questions and getting these responses out I’m swapping up the format a bit. Thank you guys for understanding.

Mod Soviet: “Hello and welcome to the show where we interrogate your favorite Castlevania characters and lessen the blow by giving them animals to watch so they can’t maim us for asking said questions.”

Trevor: “You say that as if I would be stopped by-”

Soviet:  “Shhh, you’ll spook it.” 

Trevor: “Spook it?” Trevor’s eyes widen as Mod Soviet carefully brings over a young fawn, nestled in a medium dog bed. He starts to stammer a bit before adjusting in his seat to have the bundle sat in his lap, hands held up like their presence near the sleeping deer would wake it up. “I-what-” Mod Soviet puts a formula bottle in his open left hand before returning to her desk.

Soviet: “Aaaand onto the questions!”

Don't you think you drink too much?

Trevor: “I see you’re starting with the easy ones first.” He rolls his eyes slightly, carefully setting the bottle on the ground beside him for now. “To be honest...yes. I haven’t as much since traveling but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t tempted from time to time. Thankfully Sypha is in charge of the money now.”

How would you react if you got turned into a vampire?

Trevor: “I wouldn’t let it happen.”

Soviet: “It’s a hypothetical, humor us.”

Trevor: “Fine, if it happened... I don’t know. Probably light on fire or be killed by one of my relatives rising from their graves to stop me from further ruining the family name.” The fawn stirs a little in the bed, making the hunter wince a little bit for his volume. Tentatively he reaches out two fingers to stroke down the bridge of its nose, trying to settle it back to sleep. “Though I might have a proper go at Alucard at least once, a real fight without the disadvantages.”

What's your favorite pet name to call your SO, or to be called by your SO? In and/or out of the bedroom?

Trevor: “I don't use them really,  I'm not...the best at words so their name is really enough.” 

Soviet: “What about names used on you?”

Trevor: He grimaces a bit. “I don't know, but I much prefer they don't use one in public. Hard to convince people to not fuck with you if you're being called ‘Sweetie’ or…”

Soviet: “Yeeees?”

Trevor: He grumbles a little, checking to see if the deer is still asleep. "Treffy".

How many rounds can you go in one night?

Trevor: “I can fight as many men or monsters you throw at me.” He looks confident until Mod Soviet rolls her eyes and gives a pointed stare. “Oh! Uh... multiple.”

Soviet: “So you’ve never kept score?”

Trevor: “Until they're satisfied,  that's the score.”

Ever had a sexual dream? If so, what was it about?

Trevor: “Course I have. Every boy does when growing up, sister's friends, pretty girls in the market…” 

Soviet: “What about recently?”

Trevor: He turns a bit red at the ears. “No.”

Soviet: “...bullshit.”

Trevor: “Ugh, fine.  There was one… (sigh) We fought a succubus. You get the idea.”

What's your favorite sound/music to have sex to? 

Trevor: “I prefer quiet. Quiet means there's no one around to interrupt, man or beast. And I can pay attention to their sounds instead.”

Soviet:  “What about a church hymnal?”

Trevor: He barks a laugh, only to immediately freeze up as the little bundle flinches awake. “Ahshitshitshit sorry.” He starts stroking down it’s back with one hand, holding the other out for it to sniff curiously before it starts trying to nibble at his fingers. “Alright, I would fuck once in a church just to really solidify my excommunication. Maybe in the belfry.”

How would you eat out your S/O?

Trevor: “How? I just… would?”

 Soviet: “Give us the detailed description you stubborn son of a...”

Trevor: “Look, it's not something I think about, alright? I just get down there and figure out what they like.” He winces a little as the fawn nips him a bit harder. Carefully he extracts his hand and reaches for the bottle he’d set down.  

Soviet: “No signature moves?”

Trevor: “Well… “ Trevor looks a bit smug,though he’s now watching the deer down the bottle much like he usually does his beer.

Soviet: “Go oooon.”

Trevor: “When I was a kid, my father did teach me to hold my breath for 5 minutes as part of my training. So that's been convenient from time to time.”

Soviet: “F...fascinating.”

Are you a dom or a sub?

Trevor: “Dom.” 

Soviet: “…”

Trevor: “What?”

Soviet: “Really?”

Trevor: “Look, I want them to enjoy it, I'll make it work, but I wouldn't call myself submissive.” 

Soviet: “Ah, a brat then.”

Trevor: He scoffs. “I'm sorry?” 

Soviet: “Nothing, nothing…”

Do you use your whip for kinky stuff ?

Trevor: “Of course not. I keep my weapons clean but I'm not using something I killed monsters with on my partner. That's disgusting.” 

Soviet: “What about one you didn't kill monsters with?”

Trevor: “I… might consider it. If they were interested.”

How would you react to your S/O binding your hands to the bed and teasing you?

Trevor: He smirks a bit, carefully prying the now empty bottle from the fawn’s mouth. “That's fine. If they can get me pinned down first. I wouldn't go easy on them though.”

Soviet: “Let's say they succeed.”

Trevor: “Then they deflower me in the most ravenous way possible I suppose, it's really up to them. But I would prefer we be somewhere safe if it would happen at all.” He carefully strokes the deer’s back, urging it to settle back down in the little bed. It seems much more interested in trying to lick his fingertips in hopes of more food.

Are you in a "Ménage à trois" with Sypha and Alucard?

Trevor: “A… next question.”

Soviet: “Not how this works.”

Trevor: “Look I don't know what you would call it. We're together, until the toothy bastard outlives us by a large margin. We try not to bring it up but he thinks about it. You can tell because he gets all sulky. Sypha is better at bringing him out of it than I am…”

Soviet: [looks up to pry further, but the stern set of his lips state that the line of questioning is *over*]

Were you aroused while you were fighting Alucard half naked?

Trevor: “No.” 

Soviet: [Eyebrows raise]

Trevor: “No.” 

Soviet: [‘Press X to doubt’ expression]

Trevor: “It was the heat of battle, I thought I was about to kill who I thought was Dracula, any reaction was… unintentional.”

So... is the rumor that you deflowered Adrian Tepes true?

Trevor: His previous defensiveness is broken apart with a barking laugh. “That's… He'd have a go at me if I talked about it.” 

Soviet: “Sooooooo…?

Trevor: “Yes, it is. With help. Sypha is the more inventive one, I was content to be along for the ride.”

Soviet: “Sounds like Adrian was the one riding.”

Trevor: He smirks, running his index finger carefully along the edge of the fawn’s ear, waiting till it flicks to swat him away before looking up. “No comment.”

Will you let Alucard suck your blood if he sucks your dick first?

Trevor: “I've let him drink my blood when he's needed it without that. Seems a bit cruel to make a man get on his knees just to have his dinner.” 

Soviet: “But if he was offering?”

Trevor: “I… wouldn't say no but I would make sure he hadn't lost his mind.”

Soviet: “Well, I’m afraid that’s all the questions we have for now-”

Trevor: “Thank fuck for that.”

Soviet: “But I’m sure we’ll be able to find you if we find more.”

Trevor: He groans and carefully moves to stand, cradling the fawn in her bed in the crook of his left arm. “Of course, it isn’t like I have anything better to do. Monsters to kill, little villages to save…” 

Soviet: “We have a room of puppies next door.”

Trevor: There’s a sharp inhale of breath between his teeth, as he quickly surveys the room to find the door to said treasure trove. “Fine. Next time then.”

#666 followers #trevor belmont #mod soviet #gen #imagines #Castlevania

[bubmyg]

could u do a fluffy college basketball!au where you're supporting yoongi at one of his games but it's the first time officially as his gf and you're wearing one of his jerseys and he's just a soft bb uwu

genre: college!au, athlete!yoongi, basketball!yoongi

a/n: yeah maybe this is kinda based off that one scene in high school musical but you didn’t hear it from me; also 14 was my basketball number too it’s not just troy bolton’s alRIGHT

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You fidgeted where you leaned against the wall, fumbling your phone from the waistband of your leggings for the sixth consecutive time. The open application hadn’t changed when your thumb brushed the home button, nor had the received succession of text messages, the blue text bubbles assuring you they hadn’t materialized anew from the prior five times you’d wrestled the device under your nose. 

Wait for me x

Please xx

Maybe it was the string of heart emoticons that confused your senses, or the one directly after, teeth bared and cheesing next to a thumbs up. Whatever it was, the custodians milling about the concession stand seemed to progressively be closing in and Yoongi still hadn’t emerged from the locker room.

You swallowed your hesitance, jamming your phone back into your pants as you turned for the open door of the gym. You’d barely made it five purposeful steps underneath the threshold when something long shadowed over you, a rumbling baritone laugh halting your trek as you squinted up. 

Taehyung beamed that full featured grin, twisting the bright red cap perched on his head tighter across damp blonde tufts of hair. Vaguely could you spot the bits of pink that still clung to the bleached hue, the aftermath of Park Jimin finding pink hair dye hidden in a cabinet at the Pi Kappa house. 

“Do it before you get to conference games,” The giggling swimmer had suggested, bright eyed and stumbling over the weight of the beer in his stomach. 

Taehyung hadn’t really needed that much persuasion, balancing his red plastic cup on the end of Jeongguk’s bath tub while the aforementioned man scrubbed bleach into his grey locks, Jimin catching the entire act on a shaky Snapchat video filled with ridiculous bouts of laughter over absolutely nothing. 

They claimed they’d sought you out for help but stopped when they found you and Yoongi with his tongue halfway down your throat. Mortification aside, you felt somewhat guilty for how uneven the pink had transpired across the tall center’s shaggy locks. 

“Waiting on someone?” Taehyung quirked a dark eyebrow.

“Oh, no, I’m just, uhm...” 

He gestured toward the large red numbers stitched on the front of your baggy top, the one and four much too large to be covered by your arms that flew up to cross over your chest. “He takes forever in the showers,” Taehyung ducked closer, bright puppy eyes swimming in mischief, “He waits on us to leave so he can sing without us taking the piss out of him. But you didn’t hear that from me.”

You smiled in spite of the heat that burst across your cheeks, nodding slightly, attention turned to your toes. “Thanks, Tae,” You took another few advancing steps across the gym floor, glancing at him over your shoulder, “Good game tonight.”

He shot you another beaming thumbs up, smile all geometric edges, “Thank your boyfriend for all those assists. Couldn’t have done it without him.”

Your mouth parted to correct him, for what you weren’t entirely sure, embarrassment burning bright in your entire being, but he was already gone, singing, “Best point guard in the nation! Min Yoongi!” over his shoulder. 

You wouldn’t say you disagreed with that. 

The twitching urge to check your phone was back and you succumbed to it, switching out of your messages to some mindless social media. Meandering steps carried you across the empty gym floor, flat soles of your tennis shoes echoing dully on the glossed wood. You kept the tiny screen pressed against your nose as you plopped into one of the bench seats, still indented where the opposing team’s coach had sat with his head in his hands. You sighed, hiding your phone once more as you slumped against the cool metal back. 

A cart of basketball’s was tucked behind the scorer’s bench, worn and tattered, practice balls wheeled in and out by the manager’s each half. Subconsciously did you lean, pulling one off the end to rest in your lap. You rolled the smooth leather in gentle palms for a few moments, just studying the crisscross of black through burnt orange. 

The echo of the first dribble made you wince. When one of the buzzard custodians didn’t rush through the doors to scold you, you dribbled once, twice, three more times. You were standing next, wandering with gentle cups of your palms over the ball. You toed the free throw line, adjusting the ball under your elbow as you took a halfhearted, wimpy stab at shooting the ball. It arched, landing a sad few feet from the metal hoop.

You’d barely collected the ball and lined up again, prepared for a second and more fine tuned attempt, when a pair of arms looped around your hips. 

“That was bad,” Yoongi mused, lips brushing against your ear, “Like really bad.”

“I wasn’t trying,” Your response came out more labored than you intended, a result of your heart settling back into it’s place between your ribs rather than in the pit of your stomach. 

He hummed, a rumbling sound against your back as his hands traced your waist, sliding across your arms. “Can’t have you missing that bad wearing my number,” Long fingers curled around your elbow, pressing your arm in as his teeth nicked at your throat, “chicken wing.” 

“Hey!” You wiggled out of Yoongi’s grip, still wielding the ball at your chest as you turned to glare at him. A black university hoodie hung off his stature, soft white locks disheveled and painted in damp, slightly darker strands. The puffed rise of his cheeks were still dusted in a blotched red, now free of the sweat once clinging to his skin, fishing his lips into a pink petal as he tilted his head at you expectantly. 

You stuttered over your urge to step forward and bury your face in his chest, “I’m great at basketball.”

All the air stored in his cheeks left when he laughed, loudly, shoulders shaking and gums displayed. “Ah,” Thin lips tried to roll to suppress anymore laughter but it only made it worse, “Really?”

“Oh?” You side stepped, dancing in a wide circle around him as you wrapped your arms tighter around the ball, “You think this is funny?”

Yoongi snorted, “Yes, because that’s traveling,” He lunged for you when you jogged too close, smile growing again when you shrieked and took off, lengthy strides chasing after your figure, “That’s really bad traveling.”

He caught you directly after you’d tossed a halfhearted lay up to the basket at the other end, tight arms hauling you backward as the ball sailed softly through the net. The ball bounced for a few tired moments, rolling slowly toward half court as Yoongi spun you in a half circle, planting your feet against the chunky block painted at the side of the lane. 

“I win,” You told him softly, eyes closing when he nuzzled your cheek with the tip of his nose.

“Because it’s you-” His lips against the corner of your mouth had you squinting at him again, “-I’ll let you think that.”

You shrugged, turning in his arms to give him better access at pecking your mouth. “No, you can have all the glory today, superstar,” You mumbled, heart jumping a half beat ahead when you felt him grin against your skin. 

“You’re a bit distracting, you know, showing up unannounced...” Yoongi’s hand grazed up your thigh, collecting the silky bits of his jersey on the back of his knuckles to rest his palm around your bare hip, “...wearing this.” 

The smallest part of you panicked, stuttering, “Oh, you mentioned me coming to a game and I just thought-”

He kissed you properly, chaste in slotting your lips together, pulling away to brush the tip of his nose over yours, “Angel, I love that you came,” He grinned, adding, “I think I play better when you’re here, actually.”

You swatted at his chest, nose scrunching, gaze dropping again. “So, you...” You felt silly, like a teenager again, muttering, “You want me to keep coming?”

Yoongi curled his index finger under your chin, nudging your gaze back to him. “Well, all the other guys’ girlfriends come,” He quirked an eyebrow, one side of his lips dimpling into his cheek, “and you’re my girl, right?”

“Y-yes.” 

“Then yes, I’d like it very much if you kept coming to my games.”

Your tentative smile grew into something wide, genuine, “Okay.”

Another kiss lingered against your lips as he eventually stepped away, offering his hand palm up to you. “Come on, I’m exhausted and I still have studying to do,” He tugged you forward when you laced your fingers in his, leading you out of the dimming gymnasium. 

“Psych?” 

He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, squeezing your hand as he waved off the custodians, ones that perked up as though you hadn’t been holding up their cleaning for nearly a half hour, fawning and congratulating him on a great game as he shouldered through the door to the outside, pulling you after him.

“Yeah, psych,” Yoongi urged you closer, thumb tracing over the ridges in your knuckles, “Will you...will you help me?”

You sidestepped just enough to bump your hip against his, nearly knocking him off the sidewalk. 

“Of course. I’m your girl.”

#min yoongi #bts #bts reactions #bts scenarios #yoongi scenario #yoongi scenarios #min yoongi scenario #bts imagine #yoongi imagine #min yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #bts x reader #this is so cheesy and self indulgent and im not even mad about it for once #selcaboysmain

[kismetconstellations]

Troy Bolton & Fawn Lynn

#Zac Efron #The light of my life. #The love of my life. #Beauty that defies description. #Troy Bolton #My baby. #Precious cinnamon roll who is too good for Gabriella Montez and the Wildcats' crap. #Fawn Lynn #Troy x Fawn #Troy Bolton x Original Character #High School Musical Series #Ship Aesthetic. #Mine. #Fawn is my OC. #Please don't judge me too harshly. #My son just deserves someone who truly loves and understands him without any prior East High School-based baggage or biases. #So I created a character to do just that. #All I want is to fly with queue.

[thenanbakacorner]

Uno dating a short girl hcs? Like.. almost-as-short-as-Upa-short

Ayoooo first request, here we gooo, I love me some good height different fluff!! °˖✧◝(⁰▿⁰)◜✧˖° 

(H/T) = Hair Texture

* * *

🎲 Uno x Short!Girlfriend Headcanons 🎲

When he first met you he was absolutely floored by how adorably short you are

"Well, aren't you just the cutest little doll?~"

Be ready for lots of playful teasing about your height

Using you as a shoulder rest, random hair ruffles, comments about your height, picking you up suddenly from behind and teasing you about how lightweight you are, etc..

But he means it all in adoration and good fun!

He really loves his shortstack sweetheart and isn't afraid to show it!!

Leaning down and kissing your head is a must whenever and wherever. He could care less where you are or who is around- he's gonna love on you either way!

Plenty of handholding and loving sideglances too

He likes to randomly put his hat on you. You just look so cute it in!

ALL the nicknames, but he loves calling you "Tiny" and “Babygirl” the most.

Oh yeah, and only he is allowed to tease you about your height. He'll chew out anyone else who dares make fun of you. Even his cellmates! (Albiet not as aggressively/rudely as he does to anyone else. More of a scolding for them than anything)

"Hey! She may be short, be she is PERFECT. Make fun of my babygirl again and I'll make sure you regret it!"

Probably would end up bickering with Honey and Trois when he catches them oogling and fawning over you from across the room (I mean.. come on. They would.)

Straight up Bitch smacks them if they dare ask about your underwear and bra colors

Only he, your boyfriend, gets to know that!

When you escape together he will give you a piggyback ride or just carry you bridal style, since being shorter might make you a bit slower than him. He ain’t letting his beloved girlfriend fall behind, no sir’ee!

Loves it when he gets to sit behind you and just.. wrap his arms around you. Might play with your hair a little bit and comment on how (H/T) it is.

Oh, and when you sleep together, you bet he’s gonna go full big spoon on you, just holding you close and curling up around your smaller form with ease.. and a pretty good grip. Good luck getting up if you need to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night!

Lots of sweet talk and gentle kisses on your face or the back of your neck- depending on if you’re facing him or not- when you two are getting settled down for bed

All in all he’s a very loving, teasing and protective BF who loves his short girlfriend very much (o^∀^o)

#Nanbaka #Canarical Nanbaka #Uno #Uno Nanbaka #Nanbaka Uno #Nanbaka Headcanons #Nanbaka Imagines #Nanbaka x Reader #Uno x Reader #Nanbaka Uno x Reader #Uno Nanbaka x Reader

[valentinevar]

Celebrities/Characters I’d like to fuck rated by how attracted I am to them.

Men that exist:

1. Tom Hiddleston

2. Alexander Skarsgard tied with Henry Cavill

3. A tie between Jason Momoa and Sam Heughan.

4. Benedict Cumberbatch (honestly, I’d probably be satisfied if he just whispered things in my ear for an hour. Actually, if he did that I’d probably had to fuck him). 

5. Obligatory Hemsworth because you’d have to not have eyes not to fawn over any Hemsworth brother.

6. Zachary Quinto (Yes, I know he’s gay. This entire list is purely platonic anyway).

7. David Tennant

Men that don’t exist:

1. Zen (Hyun Ryu) from Mystic Messenger

2. Oberyn Martell from GoT (note that I don’t necessarily mean the actor who plays him. Necessarily.)

2. Hisoka from Hunter x Hunter

3. Old Noctis from FFXV

4. Ignis from FFXV

5. Trunks from DBZ

6. Gohan from DBZ

7. Disney’s Hercules

8. Disney’s Flynn Rider

9. Graverobber from Repo! the genetic opera

10. Jim from The Office (note again, I don’t necessarily mean the actor).

11. Sam Winchester (this includes the actor, but I am kind of ambivalent to Jared Padalecki’s personality. I’d have to meet him to be able to tell if I found him compatible with me). 

I mean, this list has no ending.

Women that exist

1. Eva Green

2. Olivia Wilde

3. Deborah Ann Woll

4. Margot Robbie (because I have eyes)

5. Laura Prepon

6. Sophie Turner

7. Iskra Lawrence (body goals, seriously).

Women that don’t exist

1. Meg from Disney’s Hercules

2. Sailor Uranus

3. Sailor Neptune

4. The Dark Lady in Sailor Moon

5. Lulu from FFX

6. Jane, from Daria

7. Helen of Troy as portrayed by Diane Kruger in Troy. 

8. The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel

Overall, I feel I am way more picky when it comes to how I like women. While all of the people on this list are very attractive, I have to say there are very few I wrote in based solely on their appearance. Most of the time, it has more to do with how I perceive their personality to be like - which is what I find most attractive in a person. Sometimes they just have one specific trait that I find incredibly erotic (Looking at you, Benedict Cumberbatch, talk to me)

Obviously this entire list is completely platonic. I love my husband but I also like keeping track of how much I love certain celebs. 

After writing all those names, I have to admit though, Tom Hiddleston is at the top of the list and way higher than anyone else. God, I love him.

#Tom Hiddleston #people I'd fuck #list of people I'd fuck #my list #lol #list

[cabinofimagines]

A Good Deal

Request: A Percy proposal lmao I can’t really remember what it said.

Pairing: Percy x Reader

Fluff | Smut | Angst

A/N: THE ENDING IS SO SHIT I’M SO SORRY. THIS WHOLE THING IS SHIT TBH BC I DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M DOING RIGHT NOW.

-Day

Of course, Ares would lose his freaking shield in a battle of Troy reenactment. It didn’t surprise you honestly as he does have a habit of forgetting his items when he’s having a good time. He requested that Percy and a child of (g/p) fetch it for him, saying that it was his preferred duo. That’s why you were here, in a dirty tent, wearing a white bedsheet that somehow was fixed into a chiton; In armor next to you was a certain son of Poseidon, expertly strapping on a young boy’s armor. You smiled at the sight, Percy has always been with small kids, finding them adorable and constantly pointing them out to you when one catches his attention. Which happens a lot.

“There you go, little dude. Now go kick some butt!” Percy said with a smile, messing up the kid's hair playfully before placing the helmet on him, the red plume a bit battered from it falling off constantly. The little boy grinned up at your ebony haired boyfriend, “You got it, dude!” he said marching out of the tent, his armor clanking as he went.

Your attention averted to your boyfriend who was walking towards you with a bliss filled face, “Cute kid, huh?” He mused while wrapping his long tanned arms around your waist, looking down at you with adoration. You nodded in agreement, pecking his lips and placing your hands flat against his armored chest, tracing the details absentmindedly.

“I want one.”

“What?”

You couldn’t believe your ears. He wants kids now of all times? Your brows furrowed and you backed away from him to finish getting ready, slipping on the bracelets while you talked,

“Now? Percy, we aren’t even married yet, I thought you wanted little tots after marriage? “

He shrugged and fiddled with the straps on his armor nervously, “Yeah I do.”

Now you were confused. You parted your lips to ask him what in Zeus’ name was he on about when Amanda– a shy yet bossy redhead and the overseer over the participants– drew back the curtain and peered in with her clipboard gripped tightly to her chest, “We’re starting now, squeaked!” She squeaked before disappearing behind the white sheet.

Percy snatched his helmet off the rickety table before gripping your hand in his own and walking out towards the fake armory to gather his weapon and hopefully Ares’ lost shield.

“Percy!” You called out, “ I’m not supposed to get armor, remember? I’m just a nurse for ‘wounded’ warriors.”

He rolled his eyes and kept tugging you forward, muttering something about other men being pervs to nurses under his breath.

———

…………………….

Of course, Percy had no luck on nabbing the shield from the huge pile of weapons before a rather large man by the name of Bryce picked it up and took off. So now he had to participate in something he barely knew about; he wished he paid more attention in Greek myth class.

You watched from the comfort of your own wooden stool in a shaded area beneath an oak tree, sighing when the warriors would purposely ‘wound’ themselves to be tended to by the nurses who were supposed to fawn over them. You perked up when you spotted a familiar mop of black hair shuffle towards you, mouth open in a pant as his hand went up to wipe away the beads of sweat that decorated his sun-kissed face.

“Is there any water over here?” He asked with a small grin.

You laughed at his disheveled appearance before standing and fetching a water bottle for him from the ice tub.

“Need some patching up, maiden.” You heard a husky voice say from behind you, surprising you so much you turned quickly and hit his nose with the bottle. He yelped and stumbled back, clutching his hook nose in his veiny hands.

Percy grunted in discomfort and took a protective step towards you, a scowl on his face darkening his usual comforting sea like eyes into an unsettling hurricane.

You stuttered out an apology, handing Percy his water before turning back to the ice tub and wrapping ice in a towel, handing it off to Bryce who still stood there whining about his nose. Grumbling, he took it from you, going to sit on your former seat with a pout on his pinched face.

Percy took something out of his pocket and looked down at it with unsure eyes, almost as if he was at war with his inner thoughts. He huffed and shocked the object back in his pocket before marching over to you with confidence in his step, “I need to talk with you,” he mumbled lowly, staring at Bryce with distaste, “Alone.”

Bryce rolled his eyes at Percy’s actions and continued to gaze at you with hungry eyes raking up and down your body. You felt uncomfortable around him and yet you’ve only just now spoken to the guy.

“We can go back to the tent if you want,” you offered with a shrug, “I can ‘fix your wounds’ or something. “

“Excuse me but I was here first. Just because some inexperienced pretty boy asks to speak with you does not mean you get to leave.”

You and Percy both glared at the overly sweaty boy, Percy’s gaze hard and fuming with hatred, “Just because some rude, pig-faced, mortal needs an imaginary wound fixed does not mean she gets your attention.”

Your eyes widened at his words, quickly stepping in front of Percy before he gets too protective over you, "Okay now, simmer down and walk away."

You expected the situation to resolve immediately after your interval, but it didn't unfortunately.

Bryce stood up quickly, scooting the stool he sat on backward just a little, knocking it off balance just a little bit. He stepped forward and shoved you to the side, effectively making you step on the hem of your toga and fall back on your bum.

"You're just trying to bring home some girl from a reenactment, creep." The fuming boy spat in Percy's face, shoving his stumpy finger roughly into his chest as if he could push him back with the mere force of his finger.

You huffed angrily at the fact that you just got shoved by some idiotic mortal who believed you were some damsel in distress. You stood up just as Percy pushed the red-faced reenactor away from him, stating very clearly that he was no creep and that he came here with you.

"Oh yeah? There's no way she's your girlfriend!"

"You're right," You heard Percy say as you fixed your toga and marched over to the two of them with fury in your step, "She's my wife."

You didn't even register what was said until after your fist collided with Bryce's face. The sound of Bryce yelping in pain and the blood that started to gush out of his now crooked nose meant nothing to you as you turned to Percy with furrowed brows, "Say what now?"

Percy couldn't help the small grin that spread across his face, his eyes only focused on you and surprisingly not on the weeping boy who left the scene in a hurry behind you. He reached around to the back pocket of his jeans, pushing the armor aside to reach inside and grasp the box that held his grandma's engagement ring; his mom was able to retrieve some belongings from her parents, the wedding rings were one of the few items to make it.

You bent down and lifted Ares shield into your arms, brushing off dirt and fake blood off the golden brim with the hem of your white toga.

"Y/n."

You glanced up at Percy at the sound of your name being called, there he was, holding a silver band with three diamonds atop it right in front of you, "How about we make our future together official?"

You laughed at his words and nodded, fighting back tears of happiness, "Yeah okay, seems like a pretty good deal to me."

#So shit #I'm sorry #tbh don't ask for propsals from me #I suck ass #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #percy jackson #percy jackson and the heroes of olympus #percyjackson #percabeth #percy jackson imagines

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Interior Design Ideas: Acreage Modern Farmhouse

  After sharing a small lot modern farmhouse last week (thank you all for always helping the blog grow by sharing the posts with your followers on Pinterest and Instagram – you guys really make this community and I appreciate each and every one of you!), I honestly couldn’t be happier today sharing a home that is definitely gorgeous but also feels extra special because it was designed by a dear interior designer that I admire both professionally and personally. Get to know Laura Davidson of Dwellings a little better… I’m sure you will appreciate her talent as much as I do!

  “Hey there! My name is Laura Davidson and I’m an interior designer based in Grand Rapids Michigan, with a design studio Dwellings. Thank you so much for taking the time to peruse this project!

Our client purchased 76 acres of land in 2013, and on it resides the original barn, full of character and set the tone for the development of the property. We remodeled the barn with white board and batten, refurbished the original metal roof and added massive gray barn doors. Fast forward two years, and the team is assembled for building this family country estate. Visbeen Architects handled the architecture, and Tim Nagelkirk from Colonial Builders partnered with me to take the plan from paper to this wonderful family home.

We were honored to be selected as the 2017 Cosmopolitan Home of the Year. It was a labor of love for a wonderful family!”

  See the details shared by this amazing interior designer below:

  Interior Design Ideas: Acreage Modern Farmhouse

The combination of horizontal board and batten siding, metal and shingle roof creates an impressive, yet classic look to this modern farmhouse estate.

Metal Roof

Roofing: Driftwood & Certainteed Galvalume Metal.

Garage

This 5-stall garage is perfectly tucked on the side of the house, not interfering with the architectural details of the facade.

Windows

Windows are DK. Bronze.

Exterior Lighting

Exterior lighting is Troy Lighting.

Exterior Stone

Natural Exterior Stone: Blend -70% Stone Mill, Old Mission -30% Bucchel Charcoal, Cobble Creek.

Exterior Paint Color

Siding Paint Color: Benjamin Moore OC-45 Swiss Coffee.

Portico Lighting

Exterior Light: RH – similar here.

Portico

At the entry, the gabled portico takes the form of a classic three-part archway.

Foyer

A custom front door opens to a stunning foyer with White Oak hardwood flooring, arched ceiling and horizontal board and batten paneling.

Chandelier: Visual Comfort.

Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Similar Hardwood Flooring: here.

Decor

Although this is a very large home, special decorative items make this place feel like a real home… every space feels warm and welcoming – and that’s not always easy to achieve in a home of this size.

Coat Closet

You will find a coat closet just off the foyer. Isn’t this a great idea?!

 Trim and Shiplap Wall Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee.

Lighting: Visual Comfort & Co.

Cabinetry

Cabinetry: Custom Cerused Oak built-in cabinet.

Beautiful Hooks: Here & Here.

Fireplace

This two-story stone double-sided fireplace is surround with raised natural stone hearth and rustic mantel beams.

Stone: Blend -70% Stone Mill, Old Mission, -30% Bucchel Charcoal, Cobble Creek.

Kitchen

Featuring two islands, the kitchen is located in the center of the house and it has an inspiring layout.

Lighting above island: Visual Comfort & Co.

Paint Color

Cabinetry paint color is Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee.

Prep-Island Paint Color

The prep-island paint color is Benjamin Moore Chelsea Gray HC-168.

Lighting: Visual Comfort – similar here & here.

Countertop & Backsplash

The countertop is granite; Everest – which is a white and grey stone.

Backsplash Tile: Pratt & Larson – similar here.

Hood is custom – similar here.

Pot Filler: Rohl.

Hardware: Pulls & Knobs.

Sink & Faucet

Kitchen Sink: Rohl.

Kitchen Faucet: Rohl.

Sconce: Hudson Valley.

Main Kitchen Island

Main Kitchen Island Design: “The main kitchen island was designed by me, and we had our cabinet maker company build it. The countertop is Cerused Oak and the base is painted in Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee. The X-Base is a subtle farmhouse theme in the house (a nod to barn doors). The homeowner has a large family and I wanted to offer them a family gathering area, therefore the island offers seating on both sides.” – Laura Davidson of Dwellings.

Counterstools

Counterstools are from Lorts (To the trade – available through the designer).

Beautiful Counterstools: Here, Here, Here, Here, Here & Here.

Dining Room

Paint Color: Benjamin Moore OC-15 Baby Fawn.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Rug: Century Flooring.

Dining Table: Vanguard – similar here.

Chairs: Lorts – Other Beautiful Dining Chairs: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Buffet

Buffet: Vanguard – Other Beautiful Buffets: Here, Here, Here, Here & Here.

Similar Table Lamp: Here.

Breakfast Room

The breakfast room features a counter-height table and counterstools with a custom elevated banquette.

Stools: Counter-height Style Upholstering.

Lighting: El Sol Custom Lighting – similar here & here.

Custom Booth/ Custom Table.

Great Room

Soothing wall colors, off-white trim, and natural wood floors ground the space and create a sense of calmness and warmth.

Ceiling Beams: Reclaimed barn beams.

Lighting: Arteriors

Rug: Century Flooring – similar here.

Cocktail Table: Old Biscayne – similar here, here, here, here & here.

Sofas: Wesley Hall – Beautiful Nailhead Sofas: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Pillow Combination

Beautiful and classy pillow combination.

Pillows are custom.

Similar Throw: Here – Neutral: Here.

Side Table

Side Table: Vanguard.

Round End Table

The interior designer added special details in every room, and that’s what really makes a house feel like a home.

Beautiful Round End Tables:here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Beautiful & Affordable Table Lamps: here, here, here, here & here.

Settees

Settees are CR Laine – Beautiful Settees: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Walls & Trim: Swiss Coffee by BM.

Mantel

Mantel is real reclaimed beam.

Powder Room

Shiplap Paint Color: Swiss Coffee by Benjamin Moore.

Vanity: RH.

Lighting

Wall Sconce: Visual Comfort & Co.

Master Bedroom Paint Color

Master Bedroom Paint Color: Benjamin Moore HC-162 Brewster Gray.

Master Bedroom

The master bedroom features the ideal size and the ideal furnishings. The entire space feels collected, calm and that view certainly adds beauty to this space.

Lighting: Visual Comfort & Co.

Settee: Vanguard – similar here & here.

Nightstands: Vanguard

Bed frame: Vanguard – similar here.

Bedding: Custom

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Master Bathroom

Frosted glass French doors open to a neutral and timeless master bathroom with herringbone patterned marble floor.

Stairwell

This staircase features classic wainscoting and custom metal railing. Notice the beautiful cabinetry also found in this space.

Stairway Lighting

Chandelier: Visual Comfort.

Upper Bonus Room

Upstairs you will find four bedrooms with ensuites and a large bonus room.

Sofa: CR Laine – similar here, here & here.

Blue Pods/stools: CR Laine – similar here.

Coffee Table: Custom

Ceiling Fan: here.

Son’s Bathroom

Barn Doors Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Amherst Gray.

Walls Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Manchester Tan.

Trim Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee.

Son’s Bathroom

Cabinet paint color is Benjamin Moore HC-154 Hale Navy.

Similar Sink: Here.

Faucet: Kohler Purist.

Hardware: Bin Pulls & Pulls.

Second Floor Laundry Room

What a dreamy laundry room! Paint color is Revere Pewter HC-172 Benjamin Moore.

Wall Paint Color: BM Swiss Coffee.

Washer and Dryer: Whirlpool washer & Dryer.

Similar Flooring: Here.

Similar Cabinet Hardware: Here & Here.

Lighting: Robert Abbey.

Home Office

The home office features custom cabinets with diagonal bracing and an island-style desk for two.

Lighting: Visual Comfort & Co.

Wallpaper: Kravet

Sofa: MTCo

Rug: Century Flooring

Pillows: Duralee fabric.

Lower Level Laundry Room

Cabinet Paint Color: Benjamin Moore 1564 Beach Glass.

Lighting: Hudson Valley.

Similar Hardware: Bin Pulls & Pulls.

Similar Backsplash: Here & Here.

Sink: Kohler.

Back Hall Bathroom

This half bathroom features bead-and-board style wainscotting, painted in Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee.

Wallpaper: Lee Jofa – Other Great Source for Wallpaper: Here.

Lights: Visual Comfort

Mudroom

The mudroom and half bath are located in a more secluded part of the house and it’s connected to the two main garages.

Lighting

Lighting: Arteriors – (no longer available).

Cabinetry

A custom cabinet with louvered doors divide the mudroom in two areas. This certainly keeps things more organized.

Mudroom Design on a Budget:

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Sitting Room

This room is so welcoming and cozy! Paint color is Baby Fawn by Benjamin Moore.

Furnishings: CR Laine

Back Porch

The screened porch features a stone fireplace, Bluestone floor tile, board and batten siding and reclaimed wood shiplap ceiling.

Back of the House

How magnificent!

Playhouse

Isn’t this playhouse a dream?! Imagine having this as a kid.

Backyard

Beautiful architectural details are found from every angle.

Beautiful Memories

As big this home is, it actually feels like a family home that is loved and cherished, and that’s something wonderful to see…

  Many Thanks to the designer for sharing all details!

 Interior Designer: Dwellings (Instagram– Facebook)

Architecture: Visbeen Architects.

Photographer: Ashley Avila Photography.

Builder: Colonial Builders.

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Interior Design Ideas: Acreage Modern Farmhouse

  After sharing a small lot modern farmhouse last week (thank you all for always helping the blog grow by sharing the posts with your followers on Pinterest and Instagram – you guys really make this community and I appreciate each and every one of you!), I honestly couldn’t be happier today sharing a home that is definitely gorgeous but also feels extra special because it was designed by a dear interior designer that I admire both professionally and personally. Get to know Laura Davidson of Dwellings a little better… I’m sure you will appreciate her talent as much as I do!

  “Hey there! My name is Laura Davidson and I’m an interior designer based in Grand Rapids Michigan, with a design studio Dwellings. Thank you so much for taking the time to peruse this project!

Our client purchased 76 acres of land in 2013, and on it resides the original barn, full of character and set the tone for the development of the property. We remodeled the barn with white board and batten, refurbished the original metal roof and added massive gray barn doors. Fast forward two years, and the team is assembled for building this family country estate. Visbeen Architects handled the architecture, and Tim Nagelkirk from Colonial Builders partnered with me to take the plan from paper to this wonderful family home.

We were honored to be selected as the 2017 Cosmopolitan Home of the Year. It was a labor of love for a wonderful family!”

  See the details shared by this amazing interior designer below:

  Interior Design Ideas: Acreage Modern Farmhouse

The combination of horizontal board and batten siding, metal and shingle roof creates an impressive, yet classic look to this modern farmhouse estate.

Metal Roof

Roofing: Driftwood & Certainteed Galvalume Metal.

Garage

This 5-stall garage is perfectly tucked on the side of the house, not interfering with the architectural details of the facade.

Windows

Windows are DK. Bronze.

Exterior Lighting

Exterior lighting is Troy Lighting.

Exterior Stone

Natural Exterior Stone: Blend -70% Stone Mill, Old Mission -30% Bucchel Charcoal, Cobble Creek.

Exterior Paint Color

Siding Paint Color: Benjamin Moore OC-45 Swiss Coffee.

Portico Lighting

Exterior Light: RH – similar here.

Portico

At the entry, the gabled portico takes the form of a classic three-part archway.

Foyer

A custom front door opens to a stunning foyer with White Oak hardwood flooring, arched ceiling and horizontal board and batten paneling.

Chandelier: Visual Comfort.

Sconces: Visual Comfort.

Similar Hardwood Flooring: here.

Decor

Although this is a very large home, special decorative items make this place feel like a real home… every space feels warm and welcoming – and that’s not always easy to achieve in a home of this size.

Coat Closet

You will find a coat closet just off the foyer. Isn’t this a great idea?!

 Trim and Shiplap Wall Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee.

Lighting: Visual Comfort & Co.

Cabinetry

Cabinetry: Custom Cerused Oak built-in cabinet.

Beautiful Hooks: Here & Here.

Fireplace

This two-story stone double-sided fireplace is surround with raised natural stone hearth and rustic mantel beams.

Stone: Blend -70% Stone Mill, Old Mission, -30% Bucchel Charcoal, Cobble Creek.

Kitchen

Featuring two islands, the kitchen is located in the center of the house and it has an inspiring layout.

Lighting above island: Visual Comfort & Co.

Paint Color

Cabinetry paint color is Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee.

Prep-Island Paint Color

The prep-island paint color is Benjamin Moore Chelsea Gray HC-168.

Lighting: Visual Comfort – similar here & here.

Countertop & Backsplash

The countertop is granite; Everest – which is a white and grey stone.

Backsplash Tile: Pratt & Larson – similar here.

Hood is custom – similar here.

Pot Filler: Rohl.

Hardware: Pulls & Knobs.

Sink & Faucet

Kitchen Sink: Rohl.

Kitchen Faucet: Rohl.

Sconce: Hudson Valley.

Main Kitchen Island

Main Kitchen Island Design: “The main kitchen island was designed by me, and we had our cabinet maker company build it. The countertop is Cerused Oak and the base is painted in Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee. The X-Base is a subtle farmhouse theme in the house (a nod to barn doors). The homeowner has a large family and I wanted to offer them a family gathering area, therefore the island offers seating on both sides.” – Laura Davidson of Dwellings.

Counterstools

Counterstools are from Lorts (To the trade – available through the designer).

Beautiful Counterstools: Here, Here, Here, Here, Here & Here.

Dining Room

Paint Color: Benjamin Moore OC-15 Baby Fawn.

Lighting: Visual Comfort.

Rug: Century Flooring.

Dining Table: Vanguard – similar here.

Chairs: Lorts – Other Beautiful Dining Chairs: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Buffet

Buffet: Vanguard – Other Beautiful Buffets: Here, Here, Here, Here & Here.

Similar Table Lamp: Here.

Breakfast Room

The breakfast room features a counter-height table and counterstools with a custom elevated banquette.

Stools: Counter-height Style Upholstering.

Lighting: El Sol Custom Lighting – similar here & here.

Custom Booth/ Custom Table.

Great Room

Soothing wall colors, off-white trim, and natural wood floors ground the space and create a sense of calmness and warmth.

Ceiling Beams: Reclaimed barn beams.

Lighting: Arteriors

Rug: Century Flooring – similar here.

Cocktail Table: Old Biscayne – similar here, here, here, here & here.

Sofas: Wesley Hall – Beautiful Nailhead Sofas: here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Pillow Combination

Beautiful and classy pillow combination.

Pillows are custom.

Similar Throw: Here – Neutral: Here.

Side Table

Side Table: Vanguard.

Round End Table

The interior designer added special details in every room, and that’s what really makes a house feel like a home.

Beautiful Round End Tables:here, here, here, here, here, here & here.

Beautiful & Affordable Table Lamps: here, here, here, here & here.

Settees

Settees are CR Laine – Beautiful Settees: here, here, here, here, here & here.

Walls & Trim: Swiss Coffee by BM.

Mantel

Mantel is real reclaimed beam.

Powder Room

Shiplap Paint Color: Swiss Coffee by Benjamin Moore.

Vanity: RH.

Lighting

Wall Sconce: Visual Comfort & Co.

Master Bedroom Paint Color

Master Bedroom Paint Color: Benjamin Moore HC-162 Brewster Gray.

Master Bedroom

The master bedroom features the ideal size and the ideal furnishings. The entire space feels collected, calm and that view certainly adds beauty to this space.

Lighting: Visual Comfort & Co.

Settee: Vanguard – similar here & here.

Nightstands: Vanguard

Bed frame: Vanguard – similar here.

Bedding: Custom

Inspired by this Bedroom:

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Master Bathroom

Frosted glass French doors open to a neutral and timeless master bathroom with herringbone patterned marble floor.

Stairwell

This staircase features classic wainscoting and custom metal railing. Notice the beautiful cabinetry also found in this space.

Stairway Lighting

Chandelier: Visual Comfort.

Upper Bonus Room

Upstairs you will find four bedrooms with ensuites and a large bonus room.

Sofa: CR Laine – similar here, here & here.

Blue Pods/stools: CR Laine – similar here.

Coffee Table: Custom

Ceiling Fan: here.

Son’s Bathroom

Barn Doors Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Amherst Gray.

Walls Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Manchester Tan.

Trim Paint Color: Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee.

Son’s Bathroom

Cabinet paint color is Benjamin Moore HC-154 Hale Navy.

Similar Sink: Here.

Faucet: Kohler Purist.

Hardware: Bin Pulls & Pulls.

Second Floor Laundry Room

What a dreamy laundry room! Paint color is Revere Pewter HC-172 Benjamin Moore.

Wall Paint Color: BM Swiss Coffee.

Washer and Dryer: Whirlpool washer & Dryer.

Similar Flooring: Here.

Similar Cabinet Hardware: Here & Here.

Lighting: Robert Abbey.

Home Office

The home office features custom cabinets with diagonal bracing and an island-style desk for two.

Lighting: Visual Comfort & Co.

Wallpaper: Kravet

Sofa: MTCo

Rug: Century Flooring

Pillows: Duralee fabric.

Lower Level Laundry Room

Cabinet Paint Color: Benjamin Moore 1564 Beach Glass.

Lighting: Hudson Valley.

Similar Hardware: Bin Pulls & Pulls.

Similar Backsplash: Here & Here.

Sink: Kohler.

Back Hall Bathroom

This half bathroom features bead-and-board style wainscotting, painted in Benjamin Moore Swiss Coffee.

Wallpaper: Lee Jofa – Other Great Source for Wallpaper: Here.

Lights: Visual Comfort

Mudroom

The mudroom and half bath are located in a more secluded part of the house and it’s connected to the two main garages.

Lighting

Lighting: Arteriors – (no longer available).

Cabinetry

A custom cabinet with louvered doors divide the mudroom in two areas. This certainly keeps things more organized.

Mudroom Design on a Budget:

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Sitting Room

This room is so welcoming and cozy! Paint color is Baby Fawn by Benjamin Moore.

Furnishings: CR Laine

Back Porch

The screened porch features a stone fireplace, Bluestone floor tile, board and batten siding and reclaimed wood shiplap ceiling.

Back of the House

How magnificent!

Playhouse

Isn’t this playhouse a dream?! Imagine having this as a kid.

Backyard

Beautiful architectural details are found from every angle.

Beautiful Memories

As big this home is, it actually feels like a family home that is loved and cherished, and that’s something wonderful to see…

  Many Thanks to the designer for sharing all details!

 Interior Designer: Dwellings (Instagram– Facebook)

Architecture: Visbeen Architects.

Photographer: Ashley Avila Photography.

Builder: Colonial Builders.

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