#hug: grandpa charming

[songmingisthighs]

Beefcake Raccoon

group : ateez

pairing : yeosang × reader (ft. boyfriend!jongho)

genre : smut

wc : 6.5 k

tw : mdni, explicit smut, unprotected sex, consensual sex, slight m × m (ofc between jongsang), fingering, cum tasting, dirty talk, cowgirl, creampie, mentions and description of jongho's junk, idk what else to tag here ngl

a/n : pt. 1 of an impulsive mini series with @bro-atz and @skteezcursed. pt. 2 and 3 will be added here once they drop! and yes, i call yeosang beefcake raccoon. how can i nawt when he looks like this ??? and yea i kinda went overboard with this because i had planned on writing 2.5-3k but here we are

a/a/n : it's 12.38 am and i'm sleepy and still sick as fuck and i had the sudden raging NEED to purchase all of the aniteez keyring. which i might do. idk if this is my manic episode making a comeback or me having impulse control issue

buy me coffee ?

beefcake raccoon | concrete bear | pt. iii

Yeosang isn't really one to butt into other people's business, not even when certain things affect him personally.

For example, he never really voiced out how much he didn't like the way Hongjoong would come into his room, steal his supplements, and just leave things a mess. Mind you, he has no problem with letting the older guy take a couple pills or tablets from what could only be described as a collector's mountain. Heck, he's a firm believer in sharing whatever they own especially with people Yeosang already thought of as family. He just didn't like the way Hongjoong tended to leave some of the bottles not properly screwed. He hates seeing things not properly screwed. So he would just take a breath and clean up after the captain.

Another example is when a tornado came barrelling in. And no, it's not a real tornado which would have probably been better. Yeosang didn't voice out his complaints when his best friend of almost a decade suddenly came by the dorm he shared with Yunho only to kick him out. "Yunho and I are in this small gaming tournament and we need to beat this son of a bitch," Wooyoung said as he set up his gaming stuff on the dining table with Yunho who stopped momentarily and furrowed his eyebrows at this frantic friend, "You do know punchpunch483 is 12 years old, right?" which resulted in Wooyoung glaring at him, "A punk is a punk no matter the age, I will not stand the disrespect that's why he and his guild are going down so deep in the ground he can say hi to his grandpa." At that point, Yeosang simply clocked out of the conversation, dejectedly resigning to the fact that he wasn't going to be able to just watch his show in his bed and fall asleep to it.

There were some conflicts in Yeosang's brain, however. One good thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that he lives with a workaholic nomad and an introverted busybody. One bad thing about the dorm Wooyoung shared was the fact that said dorm is often occupied by a girl Yeosang has a crush on and that girl is dating one of his other best friends.

Yeosang considers Jongho to be one of the luckiest men to be alive to be dating you. You, who in his mind is the most adorable sweetheart of a human being to have ever lived. It wasn't like you were the most polite person what with the names you can throw towards people you dislike and mutter towards rude strangers and the screeching laugh you sometimes let out when someone told you a stupid joke. Everything about you seemed so charming in Yeosang's eyes even when you were being touchy with the friend he was oh so jealous of. Sometimes Yeosang wonders, in his existential crisis-ridden thoughts at 3 am, the chances of the two of you being in the same lifetime. He wouldn't say that he was in love with you, but he wouldn't deny that he would often daydream about what it would be like to be with you, to be the one kissing you and to be the one getting back hugs from you. Well, he wouldn't deny it to himself.

So another good thing about Wooyoung's dorm is probably the fact that he could see and interact with you. But one other bad thing is the fact that sometimes he felt like Jongho knew how he thinks about you and that unnerves him. So he tends to avoid moments where you and Jongho are together because he can never seem to control the longing expression on his face and Jongho would always send him a knowing look and he knew one day he would just crack like an egg under hydraulic pressure.

It seemed like his resolve wasn't faring any better because when he first came by the dorm, he saw you on top of Jongho's lap on the couch, kissing him all over his face and whining. He knew he should at least expect to be met with you and Jongho being all over each other, but maybe not to this extent. The sound of him coming in didn't seem to deter either of you from your... Activities.

Whatever dirty thoughts passed Yeosang's head were almost immediately pushed away however when he saw Jongho pushing you away from him gently and sighing, "I told you I can't do this tonight," he said which earned him a scoff from you, "You've been saying that for the past four days, Jongho and frankly I'm starting to can't do it anymore," you said before pushing yourself off of your boyfriend completely. "That is not even grammatical," Jongho chuckled and you only flipped him off before turning to retire to Jongho's room only to pause when you saw Yeosang.

Yeosang's heart skipped a beat when he saw your frown turn into a bright smile, squealing and hugging him tightly. "Raccoon!" You called out happily. Yeosang never knew why, but you had seemed to start calling him 'beefcake raccoon'. Well, you did explain that it was because he was, in your own words, 'beefy' and his hair for his latest comeback made him look like a raccoon so in a sense, your logic did make sense. What doesn't seem to make sense is how you only call him and your boyfriend with adorable yet odd animal names. To you, Jongho was your concrete bear and Yeosang was your beefcake raccoon which pissed Wooyoung and San off but maybe that's because San is a jealous cat and Wooyoung wanted to be called foxy mama and you scolded them for being so relentless.

Despite his nerves, Yeosang grinned and hugged you back gently, not being able to stop himself from inhaling the scent of your shampoo and enjoying your warmth against his body. "Hi (y/n), is something wrong?" Yeosang asked as you both pulled away. At the mention of something wrong, your frown returned and you snapped your head to glare at your boyfriend who was still just sitting there, smiling innocently as if he hadn't denied you sex for four days straight. "Oh something is very wrong but it's with your buddy Choi Jongho over there. I'm starting to think he's no longer turned on by me or by any vagina-owning creature on earth," you hissed. "Okay you can't say things like that because some animals also own vaginas and I'm not into bestiality," Jongho scolded. At that moment, Yeosang thought he should just go to Wooyoung's room because he felt like he was being dragged into people's business and as fun as it is talking about kinks that could possibly lead him to know yours, he was not about to delve into this particular discussion. Luckily, you threw your arms up in the air and turned to him again, "Seriously Yeosang, if you were Jongho, would you choose vocal recording over sex?" Yeosang's eyes widened and he almost blurted out that he would never choose anything over you but thankfully Jongho beat him into answering you, "I'm telling you, Hongjoong hyung has been riding my ass with this new demo and you know how he is when inspiration struck," Jongho tried to reason. With a roll of your eyes you walked away to Jongho's room but not before yelling out, "Well, at least something's riding you, you cocky bastard!"

Jongho seemed unbothered, chuckling by himself as he watched your figure retreat. "You're not following her?" Yeosang asked, looking back and forth between the couple. Jongho simply shook his head, "Nah, she needs time to just... Cool off and I need to resist the temptation because Hongjoong hyung will be pissed if I come into the studio tired and hoarse," Yeosang nodded in understanding because he does understand what Jongho meant, having been on the receiving end of Hongjoong's wrath in the past for being, in Hongjoong's words, unprofessional, unprepared, and unremarkably disrespectful to people's time. But still, Yeosang felt bad for you and he didn't like seeing you pissed like that which was shown by the way he stared in the direction you went to for quite some time before he excused himself to rest in Woyooung's room, missing the way Jongho was staring at him knowingly with a smug smirk on his face.

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Yeosang thought that his involvement in your relationship with Jongho would end that night but when he woke up at 7 am the next day, he was met with the sight of Jongho's door open and as he passed the room, he saw Jongho tucking you in and stroking your hair and taking particular focus in the way his friend's shoulder drop when he sighed in disappointment.

Feeling like Jongho could use a moment, Yeosang just quietly tiptoed to the kitchen and helped himself to Wooyoung's stash of good coffee and started brewing.

Soon enough, Jongho showed up and sat down on the stool of the kitchen counter while opening his phone to check his text message, waiting for the manager to inform him that the car had arrived. Wordlessly, Yeosang poured himself and also Jongho a cup of coffee each. Jongho quietly thanked his older friend before sipping his cup in a slightly slumped position.

"Are you okay?" Yeosang asked, sensing something. Jongho sighed and nodded, "I feel bad for (y/n) for denying her sex and it's not like I don't want to, but I'm just not in the position to considering the state I would be in would not be conducive for recording and I really don't want to deal with Hongjoong hyung getting pissy at me," he sighed. Not knowing what else to say, Yeosand decided that he should at least be polite in this situation, "That's rough man, anything I can do?"

That particular question seemed to have turn a switch in Jongho's head because one moment he had a mopey look on his face, and the next, it was pure intrigue.

"You know what, hyung, I think there is something you can do," he said, finishing his coffee and straightening up. Sensing Jongho's resolve genuinely changing, Yeosang raised an eyebrow, "Okay? What can I do?" "Do you think you can accompany (y/n) and make sure she has all her needs met?" Jongho asked. The prospect of spending the day with you made Yeosang's eyes blink faster and heart beat harder. "S-sure, I guess. I have no schedules today so I can take her to wherever she wants," he ensured, clearing his throat when he felt like his tone showcased how excited he was even if it was only sightly. Jongho raised his eyebrows and smirked, realizing that Yeosang hadn't caught his drift, "You'll take her wherever she wants? What about taking her... However she wants?" Still not getting it, Yeosang nodded slowly, "Yes? I'll... Do whatever it is you want me to do to help your girlfriend feel better?"

Jongho couldn't believe how adorably innocent Yeosang was being. Knowing him for years, Jongho realized how some things could easily go over Yeosang's head by no fault of his own. He was just never introduced to the more scandalous side of life and it wasn't like he sought out information either.

Yeosang stared at Jongho in confusion as the younger chuckled and stood up, "Yes, that's... Correct in a sense I guess," Jongho then rounded the kitchen counter to stand in front of Yeosang. Jongho's phone buzzed and he momentarily checked the message he received before shoving his phone into his pocket, "But just to make sure both you and (y/n) get my point," All of a sudden, Jongho pulled Yeosang by his shirt and planted his lips on the older guy. Yeosang's eyes widened and his hands gripped the counter to regain control of his body because the impact from Jongho's sudden attack suddenly sent him reeling.

Initially, Yesoang was sent into a panicked and confused state because what the hell was Jongho doing? Why was he kissing him? What if you woke up and saw your boyfriend and one of his best friends kissing?

Correction, making out.

Somehow Jongho had managed to slip his tongue into Yeosang's mouth and at first, Yeosang wanted to protest and push him away. Heck, he had already gotten a hand on Jongho's shoulder but for some reason, he melted slightly into Jongho and as fucked up as it is, his mind drifted to thoughts that he knew he shouldn't be having. Those thoughts were mainly in the area of 'this is the tongue that had caressed and tasted (y/n)' and it got him hard faster than he cared to admit. The thought of you helped relax Yeosang slightly and before he realized it, he was kissing Jongho back with the same fervor which made Jongho unknowingly smirk, pleased that Yeosang was responding to him.

It wasn't until Jongho felt his phone buzzed again that he pulled away, realizing that he had to go. He couldn't even hide the satisfied look on his face when he saw how flushed Yeosang was after their little makeout session. For sure, you were going to like things just as much as he did should things go according to his plan. "Please give that to (y/n)," Jongho said all too simply as he grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Still blear-eyed and slightly confused, Yeosang was trying hard to make his brain work. "W-what?" he managed out after he felt air filling back into his lungs. "Give that kiss to (y/n), the exact same way, please?" Jongho grinned, a little bit too happily.

Even with Jongho repeating himself, Yeosang was still trying to make sure of things, putting 2 and 2 was for him especially since he was practically mauled by Jongho. Seeing the state his friend was in, Jongho exhaled sharply and stood closer to Yeosang, "I am giving you full permission to do ABSOLUTELY WHATEVER it is my girlfriend wants you to do to satisfy her, okay? Starting with that kiss. Carte blanche, sky's your limit!" he then placed a hand on Yeosang's right shoulder and tilted his head, "Capische?" Just to make things more sexually confusing for Yeosang, Jongho smiled at him, showing off the gums that cleverly hid his perverted agenda.

"I- I- Capische, I guess?" Yeosang answered, kind of getting what Jongho expected off of him but also still in disbelief. "Awesome! Thanks hyung, I owe you this, I'll pay you back when I think of something, okay?" he said before leaving his friend with a pat on the chest and an extra squeeze that made Yeosang's eyes bulge out (and almost made him let out a sound but in fear of sounding like a car being honked, Yeosang somehow managed to keep the sound in. Things happened so fast all at once and it made him slightly dizzy. It was only 7 am and so many things already happened. Part of him thought that he was imagining things and that maybe he was still asleep and dreaming but he didn't even know where to justify himself dreaming about kissing his friend.

"Hey Sangie, what are you doing up so early?"

Yeosang snapped his focus back to reality at the sound of your voice but the blush returned to his cheeks when he saw you oh so casually walking your adorable self out of your boyfriend's room and trudging to sit down on one of the stools, right where your boyfriend had just set which effectively set his mind drifting to what had just happened.

"H-hey (y/n), morning! What are you doing up at 7 am?" he asked with nerves thickly laced in his voice. You furrowed your eyebrows and checked the clock on your phone before showing him the screen, "Sangie, it's 8.24," you pointed out. Yeosang had stood alone in the kitchen, so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't even realized that an hour had passed and that time had kept on going while he was making out with your boyfriend in the kitchen. So he turned his back on you after saying a simple 'oh', making it seem like he wasn't flustered by pouring you a cup of coffee before setting it in front of you and heading towards the couch to enjoy his now cold coffee.

For a moment, both you and he were silent, neither of you was sharing anything and just enjoying the silence and calmness of the atmosphere. Even when you moved to the couch when Yeosang turned the TV on, neither of you was conversing over anything substantial.

Well, until you brought up your boyfriend.

"Did Jongho say anything before he left this morning?"'

It was almost comical how Yeosang snapped his head in your direction and blinked twice. "I'm not quite sure but I think he mentioned Cate Blanchett?" You furrowed your eyebrows at his answer, "The lady who played Thor's older sister?" "Yes?" "You sound unsure..." you pointed out, crossing your arms on your chest and turning to look at him fully, "Tell me what Jongho told you and I know he told you something," you pressed.

Now Yeosang found himself between a hard and awkward place. The hard place is between his legs and the awkward place is the position of having to tell you that your boyfriend had practically told him to service you, who is his secret crush, should you request for him to. So he kept stammering, trying to find a way to tell you what he needed to tell you while you stared at him, making him even more nervous than he already was.

"I- I- Well, you see,"

Yeosang sat up straighter and shuffled closer to you, prompting you to do the same.

"W- we- I, Jongho and I, he-"

God, he wasn't even this nervous at his audition and frankly it was starting to annoy you.

"Just spit it out!"

"Fuck it,"

Before you know it, Yeosang pressed his lips on yours, his body no longer at the end of the couch but hovering above you with arms caging your head. The impact caused you to let out a sound of surprise as you were not expecting Yeosang to jump on you like that. There was a nagging voice in the back of your head that was screaming for you to push him away but there was another voice that spoke louder than the former voice. That voice belonged to your boyfriend and it came from the memory you had from earlier in the morning when he woke you up to tell you that he felt bad for disappointing you for the past four days and he was going to make it up to you. Then your brain tried to connect that memory with the text message your boyfriend sent to you, stating that his apology gift has been set up and you can claim it from Yeosang. Was this it?

"Jongho," Yeosang panted as he shifted his lips from yours down to your chin and jaw, "Left you a kiss," your eyes rolled back when he took your earlobe between his teeth and started nibbling, "With me, and he wanted me to deliver it for you," he finished before reconnecting your lips once again. You moaned into his mouth when he slipped his tongue and allowed your own to battle his for dominance.

The kiss was electrifying, breath-taking, and cunt clenching. You couldn't help but spread your legs wider so Yeosang could push your body completely flat on the couch. At this point, his crotch made in contact with yours and you could feel from your short sleeping shorts and his own sweatpants that he was long and hard. Another moan was sent into his mouth and the feeling of vibration made Yeosang grind his crotch onto you, taking it as the perfect moment to let you know the other part of the message.

"A-also," you whined when Yeosang pulled away slightly, resting his forehead on yours, "Jongho wanted me to... Satisfy all of your needs, however you want, wherever you want."

Looking into his eyes, you saw how his pupils were blown and the flush on his face made your heart burn slightly, realizing that he wanted you just as much as you wanted him at that moment. You were not sure if it was because of how needy you were from being denied sex for almost a week or if your teeny tiny crush on your boyfriend's friend was forced to bloom due to the circumstances. Of course, the circumstances are the fact that your boyfriend had allowed his friend to kiss and fuck you should you want to.

"So, Jongho told you to just kiss me or did he specify that you had to kiss me like that?" you teased, starting to relax and opening yourself up for Yeosang who had dropped his gaze from your eyes down to your lips. "He... Left me a kiss but what I gave you is partially from him but mostly from me," he muttered before he dove down to attach his lips to your neck. As he began sucking the sensitive skin, your body reacted automatically to him, your hands curled on the base strands of his hair as your heels hooked on the backs of thighs, allowing his crotch to press closer to yours. "Fuck, is this your way of telling me that you've been wanting to fuck me?" you moaned when his teeth grazed against your jugular, causing your cunt to clench and your spine to tingle. At that point, you were sure that you were soaked but you couldn't be too sure because the warmth pressing on your crotch could Yeosang's body warmth. "No, this is me telling you I didn't like to see you so disappointed because Jongho, your boyfriend, has been denying you sex so I want to help you feel better." As he spoke, you felt his hands creep up to the waistband of your shorts and your breath hitched in both anticipation and excitement, wanting to see just how much you both could go with the fact that you've already gotten your boyfriend's approval in the bag. Toying with the band whilst simultaneously teasing the skin underneath, Yeosang looked up at you with eyes full of hope and desire, "Can I help you feel better?"

It didn't take you long to nod, giving him the confirmation to proceed which he happily obliged by pulling your bottoms so hard he ripped your panties slightly. Yeosang misunderstood the widening of your eyes as a bad thing and he immediately cringed, apologizing profusely as he told you he felt bad and that he would buy you a new pair. So it surprised him when you pulled his face up and hungrily kissed him. "That was so hot, Yeosang, I'm totally okay with that," you said breathlessly, starting to grind your now bare cunt onto his crotch, delighting yourself at the feeling of something hard pushing back against your needy clit. "Jongho has been the only person to be able to do that and fuck did he make such a good decision entrusting you," you whimpered, pulling on Yeosang's bottom lip needily.

Hearing the way you talked about him made Yeosang's heart soar and he suddenly felt the need to show you just how much exactly he had been thinking about you and pleasing you. Confidently, Yeosang pressed two of his fingers against your pussy, effectively trapping your clit between his two digits. His eyes never left your face, enjoying the ecstasy-ridden look on your face as you threw your head back whilst a high-pitched gasp escaped your lips. Wanting to see that expression again, Yeosang began massaging your clit between his two fingers whilst adding more stimulation by moving his fingers up and down. The pleasure was starting to build in you slowly but surely, adding the fact that it was Yesoang who was giving you pleasure and your mind was sent to a pleasure-induced haze. Had it not been for Yeosang's body between your legs, you would have successfully clamped your legs shut.

A shaky breath left Yeosang's lips when he noticed you reacting positively towards his ministration. To the people who would not understand, they would say Yeosang was weird for reading into your reaction so much but how can Yeosang start to describe how much he loved seeing the way your hips rolled onto his hands? Seeing you seeking more of his touch was a whole other level of satisfaction that Yeosang never even knew existed until he saw it with his own eyes. Between your face and glistening cunt, Yeosang couldn't choose which part he liked best. Then again, he had yet to have the chance to feel his aching cock nesting inside your core so he'd have to reserve his decision for after you came on him.

The dynamic of your expression was beyond anything Yeosang could explain because once his fingers slipped inside you, your face contorted to showcase even more of your ecstasy. "You like that, princess?" Yeosang teased as he curled his fingers inside you, caressing the sensitive walls ever so gently that caused your cunt to leak more arousal and your body to shake from the pleasure. "Fuck yes, I do! Jongho, God bless his physique, is chunky and big but so is his fingers but you, Yeosang- Fuck! You and your damn long fingers are reaching so deep inside me- fuck!" you whined, hips rising as Yeosang's finger pulled all the way out only to slam them back in, revelling in how slick you were when they felt your juices staining his palm. "Long, huh? So... Why do you call me a beefcake?" Yeosang teased, lowering himself closer to your cunt which surprisingly made you a bit shy as seen from the way you tried to close your legs. Of course, Yeosang wouldn't let that happen so he used his upper body strength and directed it to his palms, forcing your legs to stay open and not even caring that your stream of slick was trickling down on the couch. "Excuse you, Yeosang, you're not just a beefcake, you're MY beefcake raccoon," you scoffed as you maintained eye contact with Yeosang in faux confidence, oblivious that your stance was being betrayed by your quivering pupils and blush. "Yours, huh? Is that what I am?" Yeosang tried to bite back the grin on his lips as best he could but it was futile as he couldn't even hide the way his hips grind onto your shin when he heard you referring to him as yours. "I don't know about you but fuck, I love the sound of that," he said shakily before diving down to lick a fat stripe from your drenched hole up to nibble on your clit.

That was the last straw. The teasing, the sexual frustration, and seeing Yeosang between your legs had fucked up your brain so much that all you wanted was him.

Sitting up slightly, you somehow managed to pull Yeosang up by the collar of his shirt and push him so he was the one on his back. The frantic movement of your hands pulling Yeosang's sweatpants and underwear paired with the manic, almost crazed look on your face was absolutely thrilling. "I need you inside me Yeosang, please, I want you to fill me up with cock and cum so bad, I need it now!" you whimpered, pussy drenching the fabric of his thigh so embarrassingly bad that it caused Yeosang's cock to twitch as it was released from its confines.

"Use me then, after all, that's why I'm here."

It was the last confirmation you need before you all too easily slip his cock inside of your cunt. For a moment, the both of you only revelled at the feeling of each other for the first time. Yesoang was enjoying how warm you were and how much he liked the sharp contrast between the cool air and your warm core, the sudden change forced the air to be knocked out of his lungs and his eyes to roll to the back of his head. You, on the other hand, were struggling with the fact that Yeosang was reaching inside you so deep that your legs were starting to shake. As crude as it seemed, your immediate reaction was to notice the difference between him and Jongho. It wasn't like you were ranking or making a pros and cons list in your head, you were just noticing how different they pleasured you. Jongho was definitely shorter but girthier, it was always a struggle to take him in as he filled you up almost immediately and even once you got used to the feeling of fullness, you still struggled to move your own body so usually, Jongho would do the work. But Yeosang, he was slimmer but definitely longer, something you didn't take into consideration on the first impact as once he was sheathed inside of you completely, you felt his tip kissing your cervix and it was a new feeling that you had yet to be accustomed to. Whether it was due to his size or the pool you had created down there, you found yourself able to move on your own a lot easier and that made your brain go fuzzy.

Once you both got used to the novelty of feeling each other so intimately, you began fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock. Right off the bat, you were moving so vigorously and Yeosang could only stare with a slacked jaw. "Fuck, Yeosang your cock is hitting me so deep!" you whined, throwing your head back from the feeling and clenching down on him. Yeosang never had much of a comparison material as he was never one to seek out physical relations so often. But even then he knew that the level of pleasure he was experiencing was only achievable because he was getting it from you. Yeosang had to grip your hips to ground him back to reality because he was sure that if he hadn't, he would've definitely thought that he was dreaming. But the feeling of you grounding yourself on top of him was surely something his brain couldn't manipulate no matter how much he tried. And when you changed you changed your position, his brain went haywire. You initially had your knees on either side of his hips and the sight of you rubbing your needy cunt on him was something he could never forget. But then you paused to prop your legs by bending your knees and leaning back with your hands on his muscular thighs. The feeling of Yeosang's flexing muscles beneath your fingers honestly made your cunt clench and weep slightly and Yeosang couldn't help but take note of it.

The very moment you got settled in your new position, you immediately started bouncing yourself on top of Yeosang, impaling yourself multiple times on his cock. If your rhythm was vigorous before, this was... Maniacal. You were jackhammering yourself like a crazed person trying to seek relief. As sick as it was, for some reason, Yeosang loved the way you were basically using his cock for your own release as if he was a toy that you oh so graciously choose to relieve the building ache and need from being denied by your own boyfriend. Your stamina was proof of your desperate need to get sexual release and the way you showcased it could only be described by him as an art performance. "Shit, you're so hot," Yeosang hissed on a particular snap of your hips, squeezing the soft flesh of your ass before his right hand travelled up to your (Jongho's) shirt and grabbing the bottom as he pulled them up to reveal your torso, "Bite this for me please, baby, I wanna see your body, I NEED to see your body," he whimpered, his finger caressing your chin as he tuck the bottom part of your shirt between your teeth. You bit back a grin when he called you baby, feeling giddy all of a sudden but you tried to play it cool. He let out a shuddered breath when he noticed you weren't wearing any bra and frankly, he couldn't help but think about how lucky Jongho was to be able to feel you pressing up to him every night if he wanted to. You moaned and clenched down on him, "Fuck, I didn't peg you for a tits man, Yeosang," you teased but took a moment to tweak your left nipple, "Do you like my tits?" you asked, purposefully moaning and rolling your hips. "No," he huffed as he placed his right hand on your crotch, thumb pressed on your clit which caused you to jolt slightly "I like you," he smirked cheekily.

The confession was rather surprising but you noticed it made your stomach to flutter. Egged by his profession, you started fucking yourself on Yeosang's cock again, this time, the stimulation from his thumb on your clit made your movements harsher but messier. Neither of you could speak clearly, not that you wanted to, you were enjoying the sounds Yeosang was making and he was in a trance as he stared at the way your pussy was swallowing his cock whole. "Greedy baby," he hissed, finally finding the ability to snap his hips back to meet yours, "Taking my cock so good, making sure I'd remember your pussy always." The impact from his hips successfully made your footing falter as you found your right leg slipping and your body tumbling forward, your bare chest met Yeosang's clothed one.

"Fuck me, you got some talented hips there," you giggled, immediately adjusting your thrusts to the new position and enjoying the friction of his shirt on your tits. Moaning, Yeosang held you tight with one arm as the one that was on your clit moved to his face, "Nothing you couldn't escape from your beefcake raccoon, right?" he smirked while licking your arousal clean from his fingers.

With a sharp exhale from you, you planted your lips back onto him, tasting yourself on his tongue before moving your hips even faster. You were thankful that your boyfriend had forced you to ride his thighs so much that you had somehow gained the core strength to ride Yeosang like a champion. "Y-Yeosang, fuck- I'm close!" you whimpered against his mouth, your movements getting sloppy as the tension in your cunt increased, now trying its best to reach climax. Yeosang nodded at your admission, hands moving to hold you by your thighs so that you would still be wide open for him. "I'll make you cum, (y/n), don't worry," he pecked your lips before dropping his forehead on your shoulder, "I'll make sure you're satisfied."

Your hands found purchase on the armrest behind Yeosang and on his shoulder, trying to hold onto your sanity that was being torn apart by each thrust Yeosang delivered. Your head fell slack and your eyebrows furrowed as you felt your climax at the tip of your tongue. Yeosang was trying his best to get you to cum and with the way your walls were hugging him in a vice, he knew it wouldn't take long to push you over the edge. "Y-yeosang!" you whined, your hips now stilling as you reached your climax with a shake of your body from how intense it felt. Yeosang held your legs open for him and his hips never stopped, allowing you to ride out your high while also trying to reach his own.

Though you were induced into a pleasure state, you were still thinking about Yeosang and fuck if there was not one thing in your mind.

"In me, Yeosang, finish in me! I need to be filled!" You managed out, practically begging to be stuffed as how your boyfriend usually would. Though it was Yeosang fucking you, you couldn't help but let the thought of both he and Jongho filling you up with their cum flash through. The mere thought sent shivers down your spine and your hips to suddenly roll.

Yeosang was trying his best to not lose control because Jongho hadn't said anything about allowing him to cum inside you. "A-are you su-re, (y/n)? I can just- fuck, I can just jerk myself off," he assured you. But you whined and started peppering kisses along his jawline, "Please fill me up, Yeosang, you said you- ah! You had to please me, right?" you pouted.

A grunt rumbled through Yeosang's chest and without much complaint, he began thrusting into you in shorter but more precise movements. The overstimulation was trying to get you but you tried your best to hold on by distracting yourself. Your left hand found purchase on Yeosang's right peck and your fingers automatically squeeze the soft flesh and your fingers toy the stiff peaks with each movement.

As it turns out, that seemed to set off Yeosang because suddenly he held your body flush against him and you felt his cum filling you up in spurts as his cock twitched inside you. The sensation made you let out a low hum and your head rolled to nest on the crook of Yeosang's neck.

For a moment, you both could only lay there, resting on each other as you tried to catch your breath. Your haze was dwindling down into a daydream and your body was adjusting so you could rest after the session you just had. Though you had Yeosang under you, you couldn't help but think of your boyfriend and how after this, you're going to need to thank him. But when Yeosang readjusted his position so that his head was resting against the armrest and your head was on his pecks, your thoughts shifted. You propped your arms on Yeosang's chest and your chin on them, smiling up at him, "What got you grinning?" Yeosang asked but he was returning your smile with his. You shrugged, "Not sure, maybe it was post-orgasm bliss," and you wanted to add that it could also be the fact that he had just confessed that he liked you in the middle of sex but you didn't want to make things awkward so you kept that little jewel to yourself.

"So," Yeosang cleared his throat, "Are you feeling happy and satisfied now?" he asked, suddenly remembering the task his friend had given him. You pursed your lips, momentarily thinking of an answer before a mischievous glint past your eyes. "I think... Not quite," you replied, your legs suddenly caging Yeosang's hips which effectively rubbed his softened cock the right way as seen from the way it was starting to twitch back to life. Taking the hint, Yeosang's tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip in hunger.

"Well, I did promise your boyfriend that I would do anything to make you happy, didn't I? We'll just have to keep doing it until you're completely... Satisfied."

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  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ  𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 | 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: every summer on your grandpa's farm was real-life magic to your younger self, who left a piece of her heart in amber valley when the years went on and the town became nothing but a faint childhood memory. soon enough, you become rocked by his death and realize the dead end in your bustling city world. this leads to you making an abrupt decision.

despite knowing nothing but designer purses and the corporate ladder, you uproot your entire life to take over your grandfather's old farm in the town you were desperately trying to remember - alongside a familiar face from your youth that permanently finds his way into your heart.

𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆: jungkook/reader 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. inspired heavily by stardew valley, friends to lovers, childhood friends, cowboy jungkook, small town alternate universe, slice of life, grief, growing up, mutual pining 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓. 4.6k 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒. warnings for more mentions of death and jungkook being an idiot

part five: the phone call, the apology and the confession  ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ   ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ previous. next. masterlist

xii. the phone call

  being on the farm made you feel like a kid again - that was a given. when you were young, you often made your chores into games, to see how fast you could feed the chickens or tend to crops. however, being the sole individual responsible for upkeep and for the way the farm was now your source of income, it was evidently no longer a fun little game when barbies got boring. while you were in charge of your own schedule, you eventually hit the point where you felt like all of your energy was gone everyday. one of the only things that was keeping you sane was your friends.

  on the other hand, jungkook was having the exact opposite effect - driving you insane. for more than one reason.

  the email blast for movie night was originally forwarded to you by taehyung and you did accept, which you ultimately regretted come the night of. you usually didn’t partake in much during the week, as you reserved your social battery for the saloon on the weekends, but you didn’t see any issue upon receiving the invitation. 

  “do you want me to make you a coffee?” jungkook offered, as he stood across from you on the opposite end of taehyung’s kitchen island.

  it was the usual cluster of people gathered in taehyung’s charming bungalow, close to the river. you’d never been in a group of friends that were so adamant to their dedication of spending time together and not using work or school as an excuse to shut themselves in. most of the boys had brought food or drinks without any prior arrangement or communication, resulting in an abundance to share.

  you were glad you thought of picking up a bottle of wine beforehand and wasn’t the odd one out, but with your fatigue, you knew you weren’t going to be able to enjoy it yourself. it was the day for cleaning pens and sorting waste, so you’d been outside all day and smelled exactly like your chores. even though you took a lengthy shower and mentally prepared for movie night, you were exhausted beyond measure. 

  you shook your head. “i’m okay, thank you. i have to get up at five tomorrow.”

  from behind you, seokjin emerged from the living room and despite the current movie only halfway through - it was apparently jungkook’s pick, captain america: the first avenger - it looked like he was ready to leave. leftovers in hand, he brought jungkook in for a quick side hug and then did the same for you.

  “bye guys! sorry i have to leave early. y/n, i’ll come by tomorrow after work for the eggs?” seokjin beamed, leaning on the door frame and you noticed a handful of pink carnations in his grasp.

  you gave him a thumbs up. slowly, but surely, the tides were turning for the farm and making profit. you didn’t lack confidence that you would be able to make money for yourself, but you were unsure of how long it would take for your income sources to be stabilized. building a customer base off of the farm’s longstanding customers was easier than expected, but you had to work on improving efficiency and diversification of your products. at the end of the day, though, you were just one person and you were doing well. 

  this is what you continued to attempt to explain to your parents. shortly after seokjin’s departure, before you could join the rest of your friends and finish the movie, you received a call from your father and you excused yourself to taehyung’s backyard.

  your mother was the type to be overbearing and overprotective, while your father had a knack for criticizing you and making you question yourself. since moving, you seldom provided business updates to your father, which likely led to this phone call in the first place.

  “you’ve thought about how you’ll need to make further investments, right?” his voice was dry and it made your blood boil.

  breathing in deeply, you simply replied, “yes.”

  “okay, have you been managing your time well? the physical demands of the job?”

  it was as if your dad kept rattling off a list of reasons why you were incompetent for your role and you didn’t notice until now, but you had dug half-crescent moons into the palm of your hand. no matter how many times you said yes or that you had it covered, he continued going.

  by the time you finally escaped the phone call, you already began thoughts of doubt and wondering if he was on to something. you were saying you were handling things, but were you really? your worn down, sore body was screaming at you as you pondered.

  eventually, the sliding door into the house creaked open and you remembered where you were. jungkook appeared, having slipped on a denim jacket to combat the slight wind in the air and stepped out to the deck. there was a small frown drawn on his face.

  “you okay?” he asked.

  nearing a month in town and several weeks of jungkook’s presence becoming a constant around the farm, it was safe to say that the two of you grew close once again. it was more than you were willing to admit, that was for sure. it still surprised you when you heard how harsh your tone was when you opened your mouth.

  “i need to go home,” you snapped. you could feel your eyelids growing heavy, too, and you couldn’t be around anyone but yourself right now.

  jungkook raised his eyebrows. “already? that’s too bad, you missed most of the movie.”

  “just gotta go,” you mumbled, stuffing your phone into the back pocket of your jeans.

  you got up, remembering that you left your sweater indoors, but jungkook still stood in front of the door. you had to hold back from grumbling.

  “i was hoping you’d go for a ride with me before you went home.”

  “a ride?” you sputtered. “no, i can’t do that.” your response was immediate and you noticed the way his eyes widened for a moment, as if he said something wrong. you were too tired to clarify how tired you were or how you haven’t been able to bring yourself to attempt riding again. it was a topic of discussion for another day.

  jungkook wasn’t sure what to say. “oh, okay.” and just like that, you side-stepped right past him and into the house to grab your things.

  the exit was unceremonious and it was fast, as you were holding back tears from the phone call with your father. you could vaguely recall jungkook asking you if he could walk you home, but you already flew out the door. your body was shaking the entire time after the conversation and you could only focus on making it home.

  your heart was in your throat and your shoulders were tense, as your head hung down the entire walk back to the farmhouse. you knew things weren’t going to magically be easy, but you at least thought you were doing a good job. you only wanted your parents to think the same.

  amidst your physical and mental exhaustion, you realized you took a wrong turn and weren’t sure where you were. your chest tightened and you could only wonder what kind of bad luck you rolled for the day. cheeks wet from stray tears, you wanted to scream.

you pulled your phone out, only realize it was a dead battery. maybe you were as helpless as your dad kept making you out to be, since you seemed to always find yourself in these kinds of situations. a cold breeze danced around your body and you shivered aloud. 

  “y/n?” 

  you recognized the voice to be seokjin, who no longer held flowers and seemed to be heading home. you hastily wiped your face, which he didn’t miss. he tentatively approached closer.

  “the farm is the other way, where are you going at this time of night?” seokjin asked gently.

  “i guess i took a wrong turn,” you sighed, hoping the way your breath shook when you did so wasn’t so obvious.

  seokjin offered to walk you back home and this time, in all your weariness, accepted. you peered over as the two of you walked and saw jungkook’s name flash on his phone. you remembered how you left the house and a heavy load of guilt settled in your stomach. you made the metal note to apologize to him tomorrow. 

  “i thought you had somewhere to be?” you tried breaking the awkward silence. 

  seokjin never missed a hangout with the boys and even if he had somewhere to go, he made sure that he provided snacks or anything of the sort to his friends. he was the type to take care of everyone. even you, a newcomer to town, seokjin didn’t forget to make you an extra cookie when he made some for the boys or save a seat for you at the saloon. 

  his smile seemed different than usual. “i made a quick stop to the cemetery to say hi to my wife.”

  you broke eye contact, looking down. you weren’t sure until that moment, but over the past month, you were forming the idea that seokjin’s wife wasn’t around. you connected the dots, but didn’t want to ask anyone for confirmation. 

  “can i ask how long?” you spoke slowly.

  “two years today. taehyung didn’t know what day it was when he planned the movie, but i insisted that everyone go on with the plans and i would just leave early.” 

  he explained that he moved to amber valley to be with his wife four years ago, before she passed away due to a terminal illness. you couldn’t even imagine. like jungkook, you would have never been able to tell with seokjin. you wondered if it was the same for others when they interacted with you, if the remnants of your grief were evident in your day-to-day motions. 

  you said, “loss is a funny thing. it follows you everywhere and you don’t notice until you remember to turn around.”

  “that means loss is also something that you have to leave behind you, y/n. it’s not easy, but you get there.” the small smile on seokjin’s face, whose energy never faltered, was comforting. “it’s people like you and jungkook that inspire me to look forward from loss. i think we’re all doing well for ourselves.”

  before the conversation with seokjin, you wouldn’t have been able to agree with that. you’d spend the last hour or so dwelling on the things you weren’t doing right or weren’t doing enough of. but, he was right. you were doing your absolute best and that was all that mattered. 

  xiii. the apology

  the days that followed, you saw less and less of jungkook. deep down, you knew it was your fault. you didn’t mean to storm out on him after the call with your dad and you lacked opportunities to apologize. he still replied to your texts, albeit with less enthusiasm and playfulness than usual. it seemed like he had legitimate excuses to step away from the farm, though, having heard from taehyung that mrs. oh was sick that week and jungkook had to take on more at work.

  you decided to take matters into your own hands. after failing to appear at the saloon that weekend, you decided to take an extra long lunch break on sunday and found yourself walking over to his store. this wasn’t the first time you visited him at work - in fact, you stopped by earlier in the week because you were passing by and you wanted to bother him. it wouldn’t be out of place for you to pop in.

  “is jungkook not here?” you asked sangwoo, mrs. oh’s thirteen year old son who was propped up in front of the register, watching a tv show on his phone. 

  sangwoo’s bored eyes looked up at you. “dunno. he’s not working today.”

  that was strange. you thought that was the part of the reason why he couldn’t come by the farm. you thanked the boy and left the store, wondering what you should do next. you contemplated texting him, but he left the meme you sent last night on delivered.

  as you walked back to the farm, you decided to take an early left turn and soon ended up in front of jungkook’s house. since moving back, this was actually your first time seeing his house again. it looked mostly untouched from your memories and you noticed that the white pick-up truck that once belongs to jungkook’s dad was still kept in the driveway. the tree in his front yard still had the same tire swing that you once almost broke your neck fooling around on.

  you weren’t entirely sure about what you were doing to say when he opened the door. you decided against outright accusing him of avoiding you, even though that was exactly what you thought he was doing. maybe take a page out of his book and conjure up a wild excuse.

  when you rang the doorbell, you realized there was no sound that followed and softly knocked instead. in a few moments, the door creaked open, just enough for you to make out jiwon’s big eyes.

  “oh, hi y/n!” her toothy smile reminded you of her big brother.

  you mirrored the smile. “hi jiwon. do you mind getting jungkook?”

  she opened the door wider and you could make out the living room behind her. there, you noticed hoseok fast asleep on the leather recliner seat in front of the television. jiwon quietly put a finger to her pursed lips, pointing to hoseok’s sleeping figure. she stepped out and you made space for her, as she closed the door. 

  “your brother is out?” you asked.

  jiwon nodded, clutching onto the teddy bear in her hand. it was the same one that once belonged to jungkook. you remembered because when you guys turned eleven, you made fun of him for a whole summer straight for still carrying it around. her other hand held a handheld electric fan to ward off the amber valley summer heat.

  “he took leo to the vet. why are you looking for him?” she sang the last part, swinging back and forth, looking up at you with a smirk that seemed to know more than you did. 

  you assumed leo was jungkook’s horse, knowing he continued to keep them at his house. that instilled a sense of relief in you, as it made you think less than he was intentionally avoiding you. your bubble was shortly burst.

jiwon sat down on the porch bench. “oh, and he’s definitely avoiding you!”

  “what?” you blinked, thinking that you didn’t hear her correctly.

  “i said hoseok is the worst sitter, i’m bored with nothing to do.”

  this little girl was definitely jeon jungkook’s sister, the mischievous glint in her eyes was all the proof you needed. 

  for the next half an hour, despite having only left the farm for a quick break, you broke out in conversation with jiwon and enjoyed chatting with her. you always wanted a sister and you always complained that god gave you jungkook as a friend instead. you couldn’t believe how bubbly and intelligent jiwon was for her age.

  jiwon was sitting crisscrossed, playing with the arm of her stuffed animal. “unnie. . .” you didn’t even flinch when she called you that, instead smiling. “can i ask you something?”

  “sure, jiwon,” you replied.

  she looked off to where her dad’s old truck was parked. “can you tell me what my parents were like? oppa gets kind of upset when i ask.” 

  you froze. the last month, you were dedicated to connecting with the valley once more. over time, you remembered the smell of coffee in town square and the way the sand on the beach shone like glitter. you remembered what it was like having neighbours and how cutting fresh grass felt like home. it was gradual, but you were slowly getting there. regardless, some memories only lived in picture frames and buried in your mind, underneath years that have gone by.

  “they were the best people,” you offered, closing your eyes and trying to imagine yourself on the same porch with jungkook as kids, where his dad taught you two how to play chess and his mom would always come out with iced tea after a long day. “your dad was the kind of man who was good at everything. he showed jungkook and i how to fly a kite, how to play chess - “

  “i love chess!” she interrupted, the smile on her face widening at the thought of her dad sharing something with her.

  like jungkook, jiwon looked at the brighter side of life. it was admirable. you could only wish it was contagious. 

  jiwon began swinging her legs on the bench. “i have the best oppa, but i feel bad for him sometimes. he was really smart when you were little, right?”

  “as smart as he can be with that dense skull of his,” you joked, which made jiwon giggle.

  she said, “did you go to college? i know oppa didn’t go to college so he could take care of me. . .”

  you reassured jiwon that jungkook only wanted the best for her and that he was happy right now. at that moment, you made out his figure approaching, walking with his horse by his side. you quickly stood up and you didn’t notice the way jiwon smiled in satisfaction when she watched you do so.

  “y/n? what are you doing here?” jungkook was puzzled at your appearance. 

  before you could answer, jiwon interjected. “can unnie watch me next time?” she was giddy, holding onto your arm. your heart warmed, knowing that jiwon took a liking to you.

  “jiwon, you know y/n is always busy,” jungkook scolded, pinching her nose. “sorry, i know she’s a handful.” he turned to you, apologetically.

  “hey!” jiwon piped, but he waved her off.

  you shook your head. “actually, i wouldn’t mind at all. i’d love to look after her whenever you need.”

  jungkook’s eyes softened. he cleared his throat and gestured for jiwon to come closer to him. he whispered something in her ear and handed over leo’s lead rope to her, presumably directing for her to take the horse behind the house. she rolled her eyes at him and did so.

  it was just the two of you now, standing underneath the beating sun. his cowboy hat protected his face, while you were covered partially by the house. still, he came closer and gently tugged you into the house, murmuring something about the heat wave that week.

  like the set-up of the farmhouse, there were several electric fans on at once inside. now that you were able to observe closer, you saw that jungkook’s house was a lot different than what you remembered. the furniture was different and was arranged differently. the old fireplace was closed up. his kitchen was no longer filled to the brim with snacks, as his mother used to keep it, and the only thing on his counter was a coffee machine. 

  “i wanted to change things up when they passed away, so i wouldn’t dwell so much,” he spoke, as if reading your mind. 

  there was only one picture that you recognized on the walls, being one of you and jungkook when you were approximately six years old. captured was the same living room, where the two of you were playing with power rangers figures. everything else was foreign, mostly recent pictures of jiwon. there was a single family portrait by the staircase, which depicted a toddler-aged jiwon and a teenage jungkook.

  you snapped out of it when you heard hoseok’s snores, still fast asleep a few feet away from you. jungkook snorted when he noticed. his voice remained at the same volume, unbothered.

  “why did you come by?” jungkook put his keys on the table next to the entryway. 

  you sighed. “i just wanted to apologize for the other night. i’ve been under a lot of pressure and my body was so exhausted that day, too.”

  he nodded slowly. “it’s okay. i was just. . .worried about you. jin told me he ran into you on your way home.”

  “yeah, i had a lot going on.” you brushed off imaginary dust off your tank top. “i didn’t mean to intrude, sorry.”

  jungkook assured you everything was fine and you did believe him in the moment. however, for the next week that followed, it appeared as though everything was but. you weren’t sure what affirmations you were chasing, but you were aware that things were off with him.

things were normal when you hung around everyone else, but jungkook still hadn’t returned to his usual routine with you of coming around the farm. he was lively when you conversed at the saloon or when you ran into each other in town, but it seemed like an invisible wall was erected between the two of you and you had no idea where it came from. you, being you, made it your mission to figure out why.

  xiv. the confession

  yoongi gave you a deadpan expression when you came to him for advice. you didn’t actually mean to come to him for advice, but as you happened to run into him at the hardware store, the sales clerk made a side comment that you couldn’t ignore.

  “where’s your boyfriend? don’t you two usually come in together?” she asked you, as you came in to check out new work boots. 

  you were perplexed when you realized she was talking about jungkook. for the previous weeks, you accompanied jungkook to the hardware store whenever he found a new excuse of a repair to help out with. 

  “he’s working today,” said a voice behind you and you turned around, seeing it was yoongi with insect repellant in his hand.

  the sales clerk seemed pleased with the answer. “oh, i see! i was just surprised, i’ve never seen you without him at your side!”

  “hi yoongi, nice seeing you,” you said, after giving the young lady a polite fake laugh.

  the two of you made small talk about the weather and walked out together. when you made it outside, you decided to be blunt.

  “i made jungkook upset, didn’t i?”

  he looked at you blankly. “no, he’s just under the impression that you’re overwhelmed with work and feels like he’s been ‘too much’” yoongi made air-quotes, as if repeating back jungkook’s exact words.

  “in what way?” you questioned.

  “i literally just said - oh, you guys are so clueless with each other.” yoongi squeezed his eyes shut. “bless your heart, honestly.”

even though a part of you felt it every time you opened your front door and saw jungkook, or even just seeing his name pop up on your phone, you remained silent. what were you to even say to that?

  he said, “oh, come on. even the little teenager at the hardware store can see that the two of you have feelings for each other.”

  sometime in between sharing meals together, sneaky glances when the other wasn’t looking and unassuming banter, there were undefined feelings that settled in the cracks. there was understanding and there was nostalgia. what you felt for jungkook you had yet to calculate. there was no other answer to what drove you towards him. 

  that same night, you decided it was time to put your foot down. you texted jungkook, confirming dinner with him and asked to meet you at the saloon. that was mistake number one. you don’t know why you thought it was going to be a good idea and realized where you went wrong when you entered, noticing that a few of your friends were lingering. it shouldn’t have surprised you, considering it was everyone’s typical hangout spot.

  you waved to hoseok and taehyung, declined jimin’s offer of a beer, and sat down at the very back of the bar. you hoped that this would be a sufficient sign for them to leave you be and then, jungkook walked in. you pretended to not notice and he walked over to your friends, greeting them and chatting with them briefly. namjoon then pointed towards you and you groaned, knowing that the boys were about to spectate your conversation.

  “hey, y/n. did you order yet?” jungkook smiled, taking the seat across from you. you saw a thumbs up from namjoon, away from everyone else’s line of vision, and you wanted to face palm.

  you shook your head. “how are you?” 

  today, he was dressed in his typical attire. all black, wearing dark denim and a wife beater tank. jungkook took off his hat when he walked in and placed it next to him. every outfit he wore seemed to expose his beautiful tattoos and it was always hard to not stare. you got a glimpse of his chest pieces a few times when he was working on the farm and the heat proved too aggressive for him, which prompted him to go shirtless. it was cute when he hurriedly covered up when you approached at these times, apparently too shy to be half-naked around you.  

  jungkook began talking about work and apologized for not coming around as much. the small talk made you even more nervous, having walked in and ready to lay down the law. the thoughts about him and what you thought were unresolved feelings between you and him were following you like bees to honey. despite this, you grew less confident as the mundane conversation dragged on. the two of you continued chatting and the subject eventually changed to the upcoming midsummer fair.

  “so, who are you taking to the fair? it’s become more of a ‘couple’ thing in recent years.” jungkook’s tone was breezy and casual, but you nearly choked on your water. 

  you tried to compose yourself, breathing as deeply as you could without making it obvious. “oh, really?”

this was your time to confess. the idea made you nauseous, as if you were a school girl. you took a breath. 

“yeah. you know. . .” jungkook trailed off, in thought. “taehyung seems to have taken a liking to you. you should ask him!” 

  did he just say taehyung? a plastic smile stretched across your lips, as you took a second to take it in. the enthusiasm on jungkook’s features confused you in a way you had never been confused before. you were reading everything wrong. the small touches, the big gestures. you couldn’t believe everything was all in your head. 

  “look, taehyung and i have gotten close since he moved to town. i’ll help you out,” jungkook declared. “you’re gonna need it, ugly.”

  “shut up!” you chuckled through your teeth, neither agreeing or arguing with him. you were still in a state of surprise.

  by the time the two of you began eating, it was just a few other patrons left in the saloon. a quiet thursday night, but your mind was screaming with just about a hundred different things and you could only smile and nod at jungkook, who was explaining taehyung’s ideal type. when jungkook got up to use the bathroom, you caught namjoon and hoseok’s eyes from the bar.

  when the former gave you a thumbs up, you could only respond with the most aggressive thumbs down possible.

  𝐓𝐀𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓. @sstrongstyletyle @wobblewobble822@taiwan0618 @seokout @firelcrds @xwniazx @shellyyy177

#jungkook fanfic #kpop fanfic #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #bts x reader #bts imagine #bts au #bts series #jungkook imagine #jungkook au #jungkook scenarios #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #bts fluff #jungkook fluff #jungkook angst #bts angst #bts x you #bts x y/n #bts x fem!reader #bts x oc #*** / the farmhouse.

[delulu-sushi]

Future Y/N and Mikey visiting their childhood!!! Canon to Always By My Side. :D

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Enjoy!~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"Remember this place?" Mikey's words trigger your memories as he offers his hand to help you off the back of his motorcycle

Just like he did that day

He entwines his fingers into yours, as deep as one possibly could, as the two of you walk down Musashi Shrine.

You glimpse at him.

Now 25, Manjiro Sano was still as charming as ever. He left his playful appearance, his hairstyle now mimicking his older brother's and his clothes being less casual and more flaunting, but he was still you're Manjiro.

As you walked down Musashi Shrine, you noticed how just the aura of the place brought back his Toman demeanor, just as he would walk down all those years ago... ...the hundreds of heads bowing down as he walked past them, his cape endlessly flowing back as you watched him with a proud feeling that never went away. Watching the invincible Mikey, no, your invincible Mikey walk so confidently, and see so many people respect him...

Manjiro stood where his young self once stood, and you swear you saw the ghosts of the past. He turned to you as his smile grew bigger, and slowly walked towards you, who was leaning on a pole. His one hand reached for your face as he brought his forehead closer to yours, planting a soft kiss on your lips, before whispering his daily mantra, "I love you".

"You know you can't whisper those words without taking things farther" you tease him in between his soft kisses.

"Heh," he chuckles as he takes his hands in yours leading you down the shrine and on a path in the forest, "Don't worry dorayaki, I know what to keep private" he says with a snobbish wink as you roll your eyes at him, the two of you erupting in a series of giggles with your flirtatious talks.

"Are we going to that tree?" You ask Manjiro as you notice the surroundings around you. "Honestly, I didn't think you would remember, seeing how you forget your own birthday"

Mikey gives you a raised eyebrow as he starts giving a very irrelavant and made up list of all the things you forgot, which you give an eye roll and eventually erupt into giggles

He loves making you laugh

"Never stop laughing, m'kay?" He doesn't stare you straight in the eye, but moves his arm over your shoulder as you hug his side

"For you, I never will." You answer back as the two of you eventually stop at the tree.

Manjiro rolls his sleeves down and reaches his hand into a tree hole untouched for 15 years. He pulls out a rusty box, once golden and embroidered, now dusty. Still, Manjiro takes out a handkerchief and wipes the box, which, to your astonishment, is still as beautifully embroidered as it was all those years ago.

Jiro clears his voice and stands up tall, very evidently trying to hold back a childish smile as he begins a speech.

"MS. L/N, F/N, 15 YEARS AGO I FELL IN LOVE WITH YOU. 15 YEARS AGO I ASKED YOU TO PUT SOMETHING IN THIS BOX THAT REMINDED YOU OF ME. 15 YEARS AGO, I did the same" His voice calms down as he smiles lovingly. He can't stop. Manjiro opens the box and motions you to take out his letter, as he takes out the picture you drew.

"Dear dorayaki, " you start to read the letter and sneak a glance at Mikey, who freezes with a tomato-red face, suddenly remembering how much of an embarrassing love-struck 10 year old he was, "Jeez Jiro, I can't believe you made up that nickname when you were ten" you tease him.

"One day, you came to my grandpa's dojo, and I thought you were just another girl. Then we played together. You, me, Baji, and Sanzu, and all I wanted to do was make sure no one tagged you but me. Now I am ten and Shinichiro is always talking about the girls he gets rejected by. And sometimes, I get scared that you too, will reject me."

You pause to take a breath. Never in your life did you imagine that the 5th grade boy who acted so cool and chill in front of everyone was head over heels about you, going so far to write a whole letter.

"I think I'm in love with you. And if this is true, then I'll tell you. I'll look at your pretty E/C eyes all day long and we'll drink milkshakes together, and I'll even let you finish mine. But most importantly, if this is true, then I'll bring you back here and", you turn over the paper, anticipating what comes next... but its empty. Confused, you look back at Manjiro, whos

On his knees.

His hands on a small square case which you hope has what you think is inside.

He's staring at you, with love, because he knows what you're answer is going to be

"Marry me?"

No words come out of your mouth as you nod your head while tears slowly drop down your face as he takes your precious hand and slides a golden ring with the engraving Sano.

"Then I'll bring you back here and I'll make you a Sano" he finishes the last sentence of his letter and kisses your hand, while your still in shock about what happened.

"We're, WE'RE MARRIED NOW! We're married now? Oh my gosh, we are married Manji" Manjiro never thought you would be freaking out more then him. He looked straight in your eyes, picked you up, and twirled you around, "YEAH! You're a Sano now!" You've never seen him this happy before.

He then picks up the drawing you put in the time capsule,

A wedding reception. The Sano family, and all your friends surrounding the side. And in the middle?

You and Manjiro as bride and groom

#manjiro sano #manjiro sano x reader #mikey x reader #sano manjiro #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers fluff #time capsule #sano mikey manjiro #mikey kun #sano manjiro x reader #manjiro x reader #manjiro x y/n #manjiro x you #proposal

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Mistletoe » 40s Bucky Barnes

December 24th

Pairings: Best Friend!40s Bucky Barnes x Best Friend!Reader

Summary: Y/N takes Bucky to her family’s Christmas party.

Warnings: Fluff, language, best friends to lovers, kissing, pet names (doll)

Written on my phone. I’m sorry for any mistakes and typos.

GIF IS NOT MINE! Credit goes to the creators.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

“Thank you so much for coming with me, Bucky. I don’t think I could survive this without you.” You say, walking up the driveway to your cousin’s house.

“Anytime, doll.” Bucky smiles. “I’d do anything for you.” He says.

You smiled and blushed at the nickname. Bucky gave you the nickname when you guys were 7 years old.

You noticed on the door and patiently waited for someone to answer it.

“Y/N!” Your cousin hugs you. “We haven’t seen each other in so long! How have you been?” She asks.

“I’m good.” You say.

“Who’s your handsome friend?” She asks, eyeing Bucky up and down.

“This is my best friend Bucky.” You tell her.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.” Bucky says politely, holding out his hand for her to shake.

“The pleasure is all mine.” She purrs, shaking his hand.

You squinted your eyes at her as you and Bucky walked inside the house.

“You have a lovely home.” Bucky compliments, looking around the house.

“Thank you!” She says with a flirty smile.

Bucky nodded with a smile. You scoffed, catching Bucky’s attention.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks.

“I’m fine.” You mumbled, walking to the kitchen with him following behind you.

You were greeted by your mom when you guys walked in the kitchen.

“Y/N, sweetheart!” Your mom greets you with a hug.

“Hi mom. You remember Bucky, right?” You say.

“Of course I do. How are you, James?” Your mom asks, hugging him.

“I’m good, ma’am.” Bucky answers.

“Always such a gentleman. I’m glad you and my daughter are friends.” She says with a smile.

“Me too.” Bucky smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist.

You and Bucky went to the living room where you were greeted by your grandparents.

“There’s our favorite granddaughter!” Your grandma says, hugging you.

“You have other granddaughters.” You say with a small laugh.

“Your cousins don’t need to know that.” Your grandpa jokes. “Are you going to introduce us to your gentleman friend?” He asks, looking at Bucky.

“This is my friend James.” You tell them.

“It’s very nice to meet you, James.” Your grandma says, holding out her hand.

“Call me Bucky.” Bucky says with a smile.

“So Bucky, what are your intentions with my granddaughter?” Your grandpa asks him with an intimidating look.

“I—” Bucky clears his throat. “We’re friends, sir. Best friends.” Bucky says nervously.

“I’m just messing with you, son. I trust you with my granddaughter.” He says, patting his shoulder before going to the kitchen with your grandma following him.

Bucky let out a breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“Are you ok, Bucky?” You asked him.

“Y-Yea. Your grandpa is a little intimidating.” Bucky says.

“Don’t worry. He’s like that with everyone.” You tell him. “Do you want to sit outside for some fresh air for a few minutes?” You asked.

“Sure! Lead the way.” Bucky says.

Bucky followed you to the door as you guys went outside. You two sat on the porch swing and swung a little bit.

“Can I be honest with you?” You asked, looking at Bucky.

“Of course! You can tell me anything. I’m your best friend.” Bucky says with a smile.

“I got jealous when you were talking to my cousin earlier.” You say, looking down.

“Why?” He asks.

“Cause you were showing off that your charm to her.” You say.

“My charm?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

“You know, that smile that makes all women fall in love with you.” You say.

Bucky gently lifted your head and turned it so you were looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

“I was just being nice. My heart belongs to you.” He says.

“Wh-What?” You say.

“I’m in love with you, doll. I have been since we were 7.” Bucky confesses.

“I love you too, Bucky.” You say softly.

Bucky leaned in and kissed your cheek softly.

“It’s getting cold. Let’s go inside.” He says.

You nodded, taking his hand in yours.

“Mistletoe!” Your cousin says when you guys walked inside, pointing at the mistletoe hanging above yours and Bucky’s heads.

You blushed like crazy. Bucky cupped your cheeks and leaned down, kissing you passionately. His lips felt soft against yours. You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach.

“You’re an amazing kisser, doll.” Bucky says softly.

“So are you.” You giggled.

❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️💚❤️

-Bucky’s Doll

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[small-sinclair]

Headcons of Slasher Band!au (House of Wax)No One Asked For

By: @arkunder

Lester has a bag of Hot Cheetos by his drums. During the show when Bo is talking, he munches on them.

Jonesy comes out on stage sometimes. She is the official #1 Fan of the fan club. Out of them all, she has the most fanart along with the raccoon (see below out that).

If the stage has a cat-walk, Bo uses it to his advantage to flirt and drive girls crazy. He’ll kneel in front of a group, his hand touching someone else’s, and he’ll take her hand, kiss it, wink, and keep singing. He loves it.

They once bought Girl Scout cookies in the middle of the show.

Lester ordered food in the middle of the show and asked what the other two wanted. During break, they are cheese fries and burgers in front of fans.

Vincent likes looking at fanart. He’ll sign the signs and art if he has the chance. Sometimes, if the art is really good, he’ll buy it if the fan or get information from them (like kofi or something) and commission something.

When Bo is drunk, he starts singing “I Wanna Dance With Somebody”. They have an unofficial cover of that song.

Lester has little raccoon charm for luck. He also has the raccoon squashmellow sitting in front of the drums. The fans worship the squishmellow raccoon. There’s merch, fanart, tattoos— this raccoon has a grip on the fandom.

Vincent has a base that is clear and made from glass (which he made), and he has one that looks like wax melting.

Bo once stopped the show and had the lights turn on because there was a guy trying to force himself on a girl. It ended with Bo himself dragging that guy out and threw him in front of a moving car.

At the end of certain shows, the brothers go off stage and meet up where there’s no cameras or fans, no eyes or anything, and do a group hug. Lester in the center of the hug, Bo on the right, Vincent on the left, they do one big hug to celebrate their hard work.

Whenever Bo lets Lester sing, Bo lets him sing a sad/slow song. The crowd absolutely loves to hear him sing and will actually go silent to hear his hypnotic voice.

It’s not a kid-friendly show, however, if their is a kid in the front and one of the boys sees them, they’ll give a pick or drum sticks.

Before the show, they play a video/psa going over crowd safety. There’s this part:

Bo: Make sure you look for your nearest exit if there’s an emergency, you dumb fucks.

Lester: And, please, don’t fight people. It’s not nice and is a crime in every state. :D

Bo: Unless you fight me. Then it’s not a crime.

Vincent, signing: It’s still a crime.

✨Bonus✨

All the slasher bands have a week where they play at a venue. It’s called Seven Bloody Nights. During this, the bands raise money for children hospitals, homeless shelters, animal shelters, crisis relief programs, mental health services and community, cancer research— it’s a great event with horror and gore and music!

Going off that, the last night, all the bands play together and make a masterpiece BANGER of a song. They put aside their hatred for each other and drama to play something that Vincent, RZ!Michael, and Brahms wrote. Jonesy even puts help into with her paw print, the Approval Mark. Even the legendary Michael Myers (Grandpa Myers), the one who started this event in memory of his sister dying to cancer, plays with the bands!

#bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #house of wax #house of wax 2005 #house of wax (2005) #house of wax fanfiction #house of wax fanfic #bo sinclair house of wax #vincent sinclair house of wax #lester sinclair house of wax #house of wax headcanons #bo sinclair headcanons #vincent sinclair headcanon #lester sinclair headcanons #slasherband!au #slasher band!au #slasher band au #slasherbland! headcaons #slasher hcs #slasher headcanons

[mischiefnevermanaged89-blog]

Love Me Like You Do~Part 2

Juice Ortiz X Reader

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Clay, Jax, Opie, Bobby, Tig, Piney and Juice all arrived back at the Clubhouse, signaling for the others to join them in Chapel.

Happy and Chibs left the shop to follow. Inside, Clay hit the gavel to get started.

“Chibs, Hap, you guys remember Piney’s daughter (Y/N)?”

“Aye.” Chibs replied. Happy nodding.

“She’s back. Settling down back in Charming. She’s opening a little roadside bar on the outskirts of town. I want a protection detail on her so no one messes with her. She’ll be living there, too. Said there’s an apartment type house out back.” Piney said to the group.

“Agreed.” Everyone said.

“What cut will we take for the protection?” Clay asked.

Opie and Jax scoffed. “Really, Clay? She’s family. You expect her to pay us a fee for watching over her?”

He shrugged. “This Club is in the business of protection.”

“Then take my part. I’ll pay to protect my daughter.”

“No disrespect, Pres, but I don’t feel right asking her to do that. Like Jax said, she’s family.” Tig chimes in.

“Put it to a vote. Protection for (Y/N) free of charge?” Clay asked.

All hands went up. He sighed. He slammed the gavel down. “Any new business?”

“Things with the Irish are on track. All looks well for awhile longer.” Chibs said.

“Books are straight. Still in the black for a few more months.” Bobby replied.

Clay nodded. “Good. Meeting adjourned.”

Opie, Jax and Juice walked to the bar where the Prospect, Half-Sack, was.

“Listen, Opie’s little sister is back. I’m going to need you to go with Juice tomorrow and give her a hand with anything she needs. She’s got crews coming in but she needs things moved out.”

“Yeah. Sure.”

“I’ll go, too. Don’t have any repairs due tomorrow.” Happy said.

“Juice, do me a favor. When you help her set up the security cameras, make sure to set some up around the back facing her apartment. I want to make sure she stays safe.” Opie got close.

“Of course. I’ll see what system she wants and set it all up. I’ll make a backup location for all feeds to my laptop here, just in case.”

“One more thing. The two of you are close in age. Besides my wife and kids, she’s everything to me. Don’t try any funny business with her. Understand?”

Juice nodded. “Yeah. Got it.”

Jax stood behind them smirking. Opie slapped the Puerto Rican’s back. “Good. Now, I’ve got to get home and let Donna know to cook extra.”

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As I drove to Donna and Opie’s for dinner, I couldn’t help but look around at how much things changed around Charming over the last three years. Taking note to try out the coffee shop, I turned down the little street that led to my brother’s.

As I neared the house, I seen Kenny and Ellie out front playing. When I pulled in, they instantly started yelling.

“Aunt (Y/N)!”

“We missed you!”

I hugged them both to me. “I missed you guys! My goodness y’all have grown!”

Kenny looked behind me. “Whoa. Cool car! What kind is it?”

“This my little man is a 1970 Dodge Challenger in special order Purple. My Grandpa had this restored for me for my birthday last year.”

“Can I drive it?”

“I don’t think so.”

I turned around and smiled. “Hi, Donna!”

She smiled back and held her arms out. “Hi, (Y/N). It’s good to see you again.”

“Come on. Let’s washed up. Dinner is almost ready.”

Dinner was a wonderland event. Catching up with my niece and nephew on school and sports. After dinner and dessert, I helped get Kenny and Ellie ready for bed and then joined Opie and Donna on the porch.

“It’s good to have you back. Opie hasn’t stopped smiling since he came home. Kept trying to get it out of him why but he just told me it was a surprise.”

I sat back in the rocking chair. “It’s good to be back. I can’t wait to get started on the bar tomorrow.”

“Juice will be there with Kip and Happy. Later on me and Jax will come by.”

“You still stay at home?” I asked Donna.

“Yeah. Sometimes I think about going back to work though. I usually sit here bored when Al the housework is done and kids are in school.”

I gave her a smile and leaned over. “Well, I’d like to make an offer. You can take it if you want. Discuss it with brother dearest here. I’d like to offer you a job working with me. I’d pay you $10 an hour, make your own hours around the kids. Weekends if you want and you keep all tips. Plus I have an apartment out back the kids can hang out in if you don’t have a sitter.”

She was speechless. I looked at my watch and stood. “I’ll leave you two to discuss. If you want the job, it’s yours. I’ll be up early tomorrow to get ready for everyone to show up to work. So come on by if you do.” I gave them a hug before I left, and a kiss to the side of my head from Opie.

“Thank you, sis.”

I gave him a wink before I headed off.

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“Juice, we’re ready in ten.” Happy stuck his head in my dorm room.

“Yeah. Im coming.” He zipped his backpack up and slug it on his shoulder.

Juice couldn’t think of anything other than (Y/N) since he met her yesterday. His heart pounded in his chest at the thought of seeing her again. He couldn’t help but think she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. What drew him to her the most was her curves. She had curves in all the right places and she knew how to carry herself. A smile crept on his face at the thought of spending time with her setting up her security cameras and being close to her.

It didn’t take long for the three bikers to pull up to the old bar. Juice couldn’t help but eye the car that sat out front.

“Damn. If that’s her’s, little girl has style.” Happy spoke.

“As a matter of fact, Hap, it is. A birthday gift last year from Grandfather.”

(Y/N) stood on the steps, hands on her hips. Juice’s breath caught as he looked at her. She stood there in a purple sequined tank top, blue jean shorts that showed her thick legs and biker boots. Her (y/c/h) was pulled up away from her face.

“Hey, little girl.”

She smiled as she came down the steps. “Hey, Hap. Good to see you again. It’s been ages.”

Happy nodded. She then turned her attention to Juice and Kip. “You must be the Prospect, Kip. I’m (Y/N).”

“Nice to meet you.” Kip said, hands in his pockets.

“Good to see you again, Juice.” She smiled at him.

“You, too.”

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“Well, let’s get inside and get started. I got coffee and donuts inside for you guys. Let me show you two what I need done then Juice and I have some business in the office.”

I waved the guys inside and gave Happy and Kip instructions to what I needed. Before they could get started, Donna walked in.

I smiled. “Does this mean you want the job?”

“I want the job. Ope and I talked about it. Making my own hours could help and the extra money would be a plus.”

I gave her a hug. “I’m so happy.” I put my hands on her shoulders. “Now, I’ve got security business to work on. Could you keep these two in line and make sure they don’t take too many coffee breaks? I need all this cleared out so we can get repairs done.”

“You got it.” Donna put her bag on the counter and started helping Kip and Happy.

I turned to Juice. “Looks like we’re together. The office is this way. It’s big enough to store all the monitors and such. I had the best security system delivered. I just have no clue on how to set everything up.” I chuckled.

Juice chuckled and smiled. “That’s what I’m here for. I can get you set up in a jiff.”

The two of us sat for a few hours, discussing every angle inside and out where to put the cameras. One on each corner on the outside, both sides of the bar for multiple angles and facing the bathrooms and in the kitchen. Lastly, he told me my dad and brother wanted one facing my apartment. I agreed.

As I watched him put up all the cameras and angle them, me looking down at the laptop every once in awhile to make sure it was set, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. The way his biceps moved under his shirt and the sweat rolling off his tan skin.

“Alright. I think that does it. Let’s go take a look at all of them.” He climbed down, bringing me from my daydreaming.

We walked back into my office and he showed my how to switch the cameras and how to back them up.

“Now, this here is where all feeds are stored. I also made a backup file that goes directly to my laptop as a precaution in case something should happen. It’s always with me at the clubhouse or my place.”

I turned to him and smiled. “Thanks, Juice. I really appreciate it.”

He gave me a breathtaking smile and looked down. “No problem.”

“(Y/N)? Jax and Opie are here with the others.” Donna said from the office door.

I gave her a nod and Juice and I walked out to the main bar. Opie was unloading bags of takeout for everyone and Jax was passing out drinks.

“Well, there’s my favorite Lass!”

“Chibsy! My favorite Scotsman!”

We hugged each other tight before we all sat down to eat. Opie brought my favorite from the Chinese place and Jax remembered my favorite beer.

“So, sis, any names for this place?”

I nodded. “Pop quiz time, big bro. Let’s see if you can guess. What’s my favorite color?”

“Purple.”

“And my favorite gemstone that’s purple?”

“Amethyst.”

“Correct. Now, where is this place sitting?”

“Outer edge of Charming?” He asked questionably.

I raised my brows and waved my hands at him.

“Amethyst Edge?”

I turned to my new favorite Puerto Rican and pointed. “Brownie points to Juicy Boy! Yes. Amethyst Edge. I was approved for the name. My business license will be in soon and all I need is a fancy schmancy sign and I’ll be set.”

“I can draw you up some designs. Find one you like I got a guy who can make it.” Happy spoke up.

“Thanks, Hap.”

The rest of the day went smoothly. The guys finished getting all the old booths and tables out, the crew was halfway finished redoing the kitchen area and me and Donna worked on a menu for food and sending out an ad in the local paper for help.

The day was winding down and everyone was heading home, promises of seeing me again the next day. As I was locking the front door, I heard my name being called.

“Hey, (Y/N). Listen, if you need anything, you know, security system wise, here’s my number. Don’t be afraid to call or anything.”

I took the paper with Juice’s number on it. “Thanks. I’ll send you a text later so you can have my number, too.”

He gave me a smile that sent a shiver down my spine. I watched as he climbed on his bike and drove away. I went to my little apartment, grabbed my pajamas and showered. Once done, I laid in my bed and grabbed my phone and the slip of paper beside it.

*Hey, it’s (Y/N)*

*Hey. Got you saved. :)*

*Awesome. See you tomorrow?*

*Yeah. I’ll be there after work.*

*Okay. See you then. Goodnight.*

*Goodnight, (Y/N)*

#juice ortiz x reader #sons of anarchy #jax teller #opie winston #plus size reader #soa fanfiction #juice ortiz fanfiction #juice ortiz

[impishtubist]

knocks on door

If it's not too rude to bother you--

Trick or treat? :D

Okay so I haven't been paying attention to this ask box game but @elder-millennial-trash tells me I am supposed to post a fic snippet. Also it's not her birthday month yet, so I am allowed to cause immense pain for the next 7 hours.

Here's a lil snippet from an abandoned fic, circa early 2022, where Sirius and Remus raise Harry but aren't romantically involved:

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Remus fixes three mugs of hot chocolate. He hands one to Sirius and steers him over to the sofa.

“I’ll be back in a bit,” he says, and carries the other two mugs upstairs, along with a package of biscuits. He knocks gently on Harry’s door and says, “Hazza? It’s Uncle Moony. I’ve got some of Granny Hope’s special hot chocolate. Can I come in?”

There’s a sniffle, and then a quiet, “Yeah.” 

Harry’s room is dark except for the lights on the ceiling that form his favorite constellations, the ones Sirius had charmed soon after Harry had come to live with him. He’s curled up in an armchair, clutching Padfoot the Second to his chest, staring bleakly out of the window at the falling snow. Tears glisten on his face, and Remus has never seen him so dejected.

“Hi, Bambi,” he says softly, coming over to sit in the other armchair. He sets their mugs on the low coffee table and pulls out the package of biscuits. Harry hastily wipes his cheeks and reaches for a biscuit. “I expect you to eat at least three of those. Grandpa Lyall made them for me for the last moon.”

“‘Kay, Moony,” Harry says, and he sets about his task very seriously.

“How about some music?” Remus goes over to Harry’s record player and flips through the albums he has sitting on the shelf nearby. “Queen? ABBA? Bowie?”

“Bowie, please,” Harry says, and Remus selects an album at random and puts it on, keeping the volume low. 

Remus returns to his armchair, where he sips from his mug and watches Harry alternate between his own hot chocolate and nibbling on the biscuits. He’s learned, in the short time that Sirius has had Harry, that it’s best not to probe for answers. Harry will talk about what’s bothering him in his own time. 

Harry eats two biscuits and drinks half the hot chocolate before he sits back in his chair, wrapping both arms around Padfoot the Second again.

“Moony,” he says quietly, “am I bad?”

“No, Harry,” Remus says firmly. “Of course you’re not. You’re the best little boy I know. Who told you you were bad?”

“No one,” Harry mutters, combing his fingers through his stuffie’s fur. Silent tears start to trace their way down his cheeks again. Harry has always been a quiet crier thanks to his time with the Dursleys, and Sirius and Remus haven’t been able to break him of the habit yet. 

“Do you want a hug?” Remus asks softly, opening his arms. Harry quickly scrambles into them. Remus holds him tight, rubbing his back. Ten months of proper meals have made a world of difference, but Harry is still small for his age, and he fits easily onto Remus’s lap. “What’s going on, sweetheart?”

“I called Padfoot dad,” Harry says, his voice muffled by Remus’s cardigan, “and he got mad.” 

“He did?” Remus asks, working hard to keep the surprise out of his voice. Harry nods vigorously.

“He says he’s not my dad, and I couldn’t call him that.” Harry pushes himself up to look at Remus with teary green eyes. “Is he gonna send me back?”

“No,” Remus says, pulling Harry to his chest again. “No, Harry, he is never sending you back to those people, and he isn’t mad at you. Padfoot loves you so much.”

But this only makes Harry cry harder, his thin shoulders shaking. “Then why doesn’t he want me?” 

“Oh, Harry…”

“Everyone else gets to have a dad!” Harry says. “Why doesn’t Padfoot want to be mine?”

#sirius black #harry potter #remus lupin #good godfather sirius black #imp is writing #i'm not sorry

[ego-sum-ex-altiora]

You Can't See Me (text below link)

Chapter 1: Martin

Martin never liked being touched.

Not that anyone cared or- in saying that- even knew about this dislike. He was always the one people went to for physical comfort, the one who “gave good hugs”- though he knew the latter was just because he was on the chubbier side. Maybe it was the self-consciousness this caused, or his mother’s insistence on physical closeness, but either way; Martin Blackwood did not like hugs.

He supposed that this was why he was so drawn to Jon- beyond the distracting softness of his silver and raven-black hair; the way it framed his face when whisps fell from his bun. Beyond the way his eyes looked soft beyond his stern expression, and how his cold hands and tone when accepting tea sent shivers through Martin that could not be described as unpleasant or unwelcome. Beyond the button-ups and grandpa sweaters that the others said aged him, but Matin felt only gave him a soft charm. And beyond-

So, maybe Martin’s dislike of physical comfort wasn’t the only reason he liked Jon. But he still liked the idea of not constantly being expected to touch his partner, and rumour has it, Jonathan Sims didn’t do that kind of stuff.

Although, it was beginning to seem like “that kind of stuff” included noticing Martin.

Perhaps Jon’s coma, and apparent death, finally sent the message that Martin would never have a chance with him. Certainly, it was enough for Martin to finally embrace the Loneliness and give in to the isolating fog that had lingered around him for as long as he could remember.

There was a comfort in letting that Lonely feeling take over him, the way it took away all expectations. It justified his burning dislike of being touched, taking away any fear of hurting those around him by forcibly pushing them away. He was blissfully revoked of all self-consciousness; with no one around him, who’s judgement was he afraid of?

The Lonely’s fog had always sat thick and heavy in his chest, but its swirling blue-greys were beautiful in his eyes.

That’s what set him apart from Jon. His fog-filled vision was a welcomed comfort, fulfilling his desperate desire to escape the dreads of reality. Jon, however, was so fixated on seeking knowledge and information. He dedicated his life to research and collating information, trying to make sense of a meaningless universe filled with randomised events. Jon needed to know, to explain away everything that had ever hurt him. Martin just wanted to forget.

The Lonely could provide that to him.

Martin’s co-workers had sensed him losing himself. The cups of tea became less frequent, and the cheery air that used to follow him gradually became darker and cloudier; both figuratively and literally. Eventually, the fog formed a near-opaque barricade between him and everyone else. Those who tried finding him in the fog were blinded, and all he could see was the brief image of lost, searching eyes. Then, the fog would once again consume him and he would be utterly alone.

Eventually, they stopped trying to find him.

It was peaceful then. Without the desperate faces of those he once called friends reminding him of his isolation, Martin quickly found comfort in the empty fog. He could sit at his desk, uninterrupted, for hours on end. For the first time since he was first hired, he tried hard and got a large amount of work done. Best of all, he didn’t need to feel anything.

Just like he had wanted.

Chapter 2: Jon

It ripped Jon apart to be unkind to Martin, it really did, but the defensive move was all he knew. He didn’t have time to deal with feelings, it was easier for him to just push them deep down and try not to think about them.

That’s not to say he was heartless. Certainly, he was aware of how lovely it felt to be brought tea and checked in on, but he didn’t want to explore what exactly those feelings meant. He knew there was a reason why Martin was being so kind to him, but the implications of doing so were not something he wished to consider. It was far easier to snap at Martin over insignificant mistakes, cursing his foolishness. Of course, the guilt that made Jon feel was yet another feeling he didn’t want to look too deep into.

Blissful ignorance. That’s how he lived.

There was no dramatic gasp of air or sudden bolt upright when Jon awoke, he was simply no long unconscious. A bedside calendar marked the date as a shocking six months since he had last been conscious. His body was too frail and aching to move, he simply looked around in desperation for a familiar face. Even through his tear-blurred eyes, he knew the room was empty; there seemed to be a void where he knew someone should have been. Lost, Jon desperately called to someone he already knew was gone.

“Ma-Martin…”

Jon’s calls were answered by the rush of doctors and nurses entering his room, but he paid them no notice. All at once, he was achingly aware of a single fact; he loved Martin Blackwood.

The guilt that realisation filled him with was enough to tear him apart, the pain of warm and fuzzy love nothing compared to that of his regret. The regret he felt from lying to himself for so long, even when he knew Martin had felt the same way. The regret of pushing him away and hurting him.

The regret of leaving him alone all this time.

Jon desperately needed to go make amends, to fix the mess he had made out of what could have been love. He prayed he wasn’t too late, that he could still salvage the messy remains of his unrealised love.

He needed to go find Martin.

Much to the doctor’s dislike, Jon insisted on going to work. He had to, he needed to fix things with Martin as soon as he could. Maybe he still had a chance to make it work between them.

The tube to the institute was more than unpleasant, his still-weak frame rocking violently with each movement of the carriage. His sigh of relief was audible when he finally arrived at his stop, his legs still trembling slightly as he disembarked, but he was determined to keep moving.

Stepping through the doors into the research department felt like stepping into a new climate. There was a chill- not enough to call cold, but enough to cause discomfort- and a thick air that was stuffy and suffocating. For most people, especially those working with the paranormal, this would have immediately caused alarm.

The problem was, Jonathan Sims was not the type to leave a task unfinished. And unsettling cool drafts and humidity were not his top priority. He needed to focus on the problem at hand.

In his determination to make amends, Jon bumped, hard, into someone turning the corner. In the few moments it took to make sense of what had happened, he felt the cool air turn freezing and stab deep into his bones. The humid air became heavy fog, and blurred his vision.

Still, unmistakably, Martin Blackwood stood in front of him.

Chapter 3: Jon

Jon hated to admit it, but he had always admired Martin’s eyes. They were a muted green like a gentle forest, with prominent limbal rings the colour of a walnut tree. They had small specs of brown like the freckles that lined every inch of his body, that Jon had to resist getting lost in. Martin’s eyes almost always were bright and lit, indicative of his cheery mood.

Jon had, more than once, nearly been caught out admiring those eyes. Office meetings had often been spent fixated on them, which Martin had always mistaken as agitated glares. On more than one occasion, his co-workers had needed to bring his focus back to the meeting, after he had gotten a tad too distracted and ended up spacing out, lost in thought.

Now, there was no light or sparkle to his eyes, their freckles nearly as paled as the rest of his goose-bumped skin. His once-green eyes faded to near-grey, and they held an absent expression. They could barely even be called his, Jon was standing face-to-face with a pair of empty, unseeing eyes.

The fluttery butterfly-like sensation of finally planning to confess his feelings had vanished, replaced with a dread that felt as heavy as boulders in his chest. Jon knew exactly what he was looking at, and it certainly was not Martin Blackwood.

He was looking the Lonely dead in the eyes.

The Lonely did not look back at him, though. That pair of greenish-grey eyes looked beyond him, deep into the never-ending fog, and Jon knew he was not being seen.

Even beyond those empty eyes, Martin looked terrible. He had always been so cheery that his empty expression made him almost unrecognisable. He was pale, sickly so, and his typically fiery-ginger hair was a dull burnt orange. Though his physical frame was no different, he felt small and fragile. Jon couldn’t explain how, but somehow Martin looked lonely.

It was only then, seeing the Lonely in Martin, that Jon began to see it in himself. He began to see his pathetic, friendless self, caused by his neglect and disrespect of those around him. Caused by his hostility to the few people who truly loved him; his hostility to Martin.

Jonathan Sims was a terribly lonely man, and by nothing but his own fault.

The gap between the pair felt near-infinite, as if Martin stood on another planet. Jon reached outward and, before realising the gravity of what he was about to do, grabbed hold of Martin’s hand.

The touch was beyond gentle, uncharacteristically so on Jon’s behalf, but Martin’s whole body jerked backwards from the contact. Even so, Jon refused to let go. Martin stared down at their interlocked hands, as if desperately trying to see, and Jon remained latched on. The blank face that watched Jon told him what he needed to do.

He needed to pull Martin out of the Lonely.

Chapter 4: Martin

Martin flinched away from being touched that he very nearly fell over backwards, but whatever gripped his hand was determined to stay latched on. It had been months since anyone but Peter Lukas had come near him, and Peter wasn’t exactly the touchy-feely type.

Martin didn’t understand. People weren’t supposed to be able to come near him, his fog was supposed to keep them away. It was supposed to keep him safe, where he couldn’t hurt anyone or be hurt. The touch he had felt was an invasion, an unwelcomed visitor who seemed determined not to leave. He wasn’t supposed to be able to feel anyone, hear anyone, see-

Martin gradually became aware of a voice; faint, but clearly calling to him. Something inside him could recognise it, a distant memory of a time when he wasn’t lonely. Well, was he ever not lonely? He couldn’t remember, and he couldn’t remember that voice, so achingly familiar yet unknown in that vast fog. He could make out a sound coming from that voice, a distant word that could have been his name.

Martin forced his mind to remember, forced his mouth to speak for the first time in months. His voice croaked from lack of use, but he made a single, barely comprehensible sound.

“Jon?”

His vision still swirled, so strong he could barely make out his own body, yet his mind focused, so sure it was Jon. Or was he only hoping it was Jon? The thought crossed his mind briefly, before he shoved it away. Jon’s voice slowly came into focus, his words becoming more comprehensible.

“Martin? Are you with me? Listen to me, I’m going to find a way to break you out of here.”

Martin stared down at his seemingly empty hand, his fingers pried apart by an unseeable force. Though he had no visualisation to be sure, Martin realised he was holding hands with Jonathan Sims.

Martin lurched forward, falling into the space he desperately prayed was occupied by Jon. He leaned into a small, cold, and yet surprisingly comforting frame, that felt exactly as he had imagined hugging Jon would. His eyes forced themselves shut, great big sobs being wretched from deep inside of him, dampening Jon’s shirt.

When Martin’s tears stopped enough to reopen his eyes, the fog felt different. He was sure it was further away, and a less dark, foreboding grey. He was acutely aware of the fact that he could no long see through the figure that held him.

He took a step backwards, frantically reaching his hands towards where Jon’s face should have been. He made contact with what was a blurred shadow in his vision, and squinted in a desperate attempt to make out the figure in front of him. The comfortingly familiar face of Jon slowly came into focus, his edges softly blurred.

With remnant tears in his eyes, Martin’s legs shook violently as Jon half supported him with a firm embrace. Jon apologised, tears welling in his own eyes.

“I’m sorry, Martin, for everything. I’m not going to let anything else hurt you, myself included.”

It was enough to again set Martin off with huge, heaving sobs, burying himself deeper in Jon’s shoulder. Jon gave a weak smile before speaking, the strongest he could manage, that filled Martin with a fuzzy feeling of anticipation.

“I love you, and I wish I’d realised it sooner.”

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[yandere-daze]

random scenario but who in the self aware enstars cast would unironically say “where’s my hug at?” (i just see this happening but in an unhinged way ofc)

jsdjabda well there are a few options for that!

gn reader

tw yandere ( barely there though in this one ), kind of crack

Who in the self-aware enstars cast would unironically say “Where´s my hug at?”

So the first person I thought of when reading this ask was Rinne. He absolutely is the type of person that would say that while laughing and even opening up his arms wide, expecting you to hug him. He´s fully aware that he´s being obnoxious and annoying but he still won´t budge until you give in.

Tori says this when he´s throwing one of his childish tantrums with a pout on his face. You didn´t give him the amount of affection he clearly deserves so you better make up for it now! 100 hugs should suffice for the meantime as Yuzuru tries to calm him down ( while being kind of jealous that Tori can so easily demand affection from you)

Ritsu says this when he´s in a sleepy and clingy mood ( so always) and he demands a hug from you whenever he approaches you. Doesn´t matter if you were working on some important project or something or were talking to someone, Ritsu is now standing in front of you and demands his cuddles. He really doesn´t care if he´s making someone else uncomfortable, he needs to recharge his y/n batteries right now! Actually might just throw himself at you even before you agreed to anything.

Rei says it like a grandpa would ask their grandchild at a family reunion when they try to run off after getting their presents. He´s so offended too if you refuse him and might just pull you in his coffin with him so you two can stay bundled up together for a while. Would have been easier if you had just given him his hug from the very beginning, right?

Leo I feel is very similar to Ritsu in that regard but he also just throws himself at you on sight so is there really any point in asking in the first place if he´s already wrapping his arms around you? He´s just big on hugging you in general so expect this to be a regular occurrence

Chiaki already likes showing his affection to his unit mates so of course that also counts for you! He wants to show you how passionate he is about you so he´s also a really big hugger with you. I feel with him, saying “where´s my hug at” has a different vibe than say, with Tori. Chiaki says it while laughing heartily and so you´re probably more likely to indulge him a bit.

Omg, I almost forgot but I swear Kaoru would say that without any sort of shame! He´s so flirty with you, it´s almost overwhelming and so he would love to touch you as much as possible! Just, unbelievably touchy. He would think he´s being so smooth and slick about it too 💀 He really thinks he did something there

When we´re already talking about yanderes that love teasing you and act like they´re all cool and stuff when they´re actually kind of pathetic, let´s also include Natsume in this list! Please, he already calls the player “kitten” of all things in-game, he would say this and you know it. You may not want to accept it but he would say that with a smirk on his face and think he´s sooo charming about it and that there´s no way you will refuse.

I realize I kind of made this more silly than unhinged in the end but I hope you still like it! ajrakbrl

#ensemble stars #enstars #yandere rinne amagi x reader #yandere tori himemiya x reader #yandere ritsu sakuma x reader #yandere rei sakuma x reader #yandere leo tsukinaga x reader #yandere chiaki morisawa x reader #yandere kaoru hakaze x reader #yandere natsume sakasaki x reader #yandere ensemble stars x reader #yandere enstars x reader #ensemble stars self aware au #self aware yandere #yandere self aware ensemble stars au #gn reader #yandere #cw yandere #yandere x reader #rinne amagi x reader #tori himemiya x reader #ritsu sakuma x reader #rei sakuma x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader #chiaki morisawa x reader #kaoru hakaze x reader #natsume sakasaki x reader

[thetransintransformers]

Megop week 2023

June 13th, Day 3

Marriage

Hashtag wants to make a classic romance scene with Megatron and Optimus. A nice gesture, though it helps to learn a bit about how Megatron and Optimus really got married.

The Malto property never had a dull day anymore. Or rather, their time in Witwicky never once began with a boring day. Currently, the Malto children dashed around their open property. Dot and Alex were out of town for Alex’s work conference, and it just so happened, the two had the best possible babysitters at their disposal.

And so, here Optimus and Megatron were, out in the front yard keeping careful eyes on all eight of the Malto siblings. Some were easier to handle than others, others, well, it was nice to have something like a challenge.

“Im gonna get you!!!” Twitch yelled out, following Jawbreaker and Thrash in a high-stakes game of tag. Thrash yelled back while Jawbreaker laugh. “Catch up then!!” In the next moment, Thrash turned to his bike form, dodging an upcoming tree branch. Jawbreaker was not so lucky running straight into the branch and stalling. At the same time, Twitch found her own difficulty trying to slow down before she accidentally crashed right into her brother. Luckily, such a disaster did not happen, as Megatron pulled Twitch away carefully, while Prime placed a large metal hand over Jawbreaker's form. Megatron sighed, placing Twitch down gently. “Little bird, be careful. You almost hit your brother” while Prime tended to the other. “And Jawbreaker, please, be mindful of where you're going.” The two terrans were set away from the area of the incident, already off to play again. Twitch hugged Megatron to the best of her ability, “Thanks Megatron!” “Yeah! Thanks, Grandpa Prime!” Jawbreaker called out. Optimus looked incredulously at that comment. “Grandpa?” Not that he minded holding such a position of safety for the young terran, but still, he wasn't that old, was he? Megatron couldn't help but smirk, “I believe you heard the terran correctly.” oh he would certainly revel in this. “Grandpa Megatron! Grandpa Megatron!” Two feminine voices called to them. Megatron’s eyes widened, and it was Optimus’ turn to snicker as the helicopter was given a taste of his own medicine. Megatron sneered, before recovering and speaking to the girls. “Yes, Morgan? Hashtag?” Mo spoke up first, “Me and Hashtag wanna make a movie, and um, we were wondering–” Hashtag’s enthusiasm boiled over as she interrupted, hopping on her pedes. “Can you both be in it, please? Please? Pplleeaassee?” She held up her little gifted necklace from Jawbreaker, catching a single frame of the two sitting there, “You guys would be perfect for the lead roles!”

Optimus couldn't help but chuckle, “Of course Hashtag. I always thought I had a certain movie star charm.” He smiled, electing another eye-roll from Megatron, and a round of giggles from the girls. Megatron spoke soon enough, voicing his own agreement. “Sure thing, young ones. What exactly sort of movie are you making?” Hashtag excitedly answered, “A romance movie! Eee Im so excited!!!” She smiled, as both she and Mo ran off to start preparing their set.

Megatron and Optimus only stared in surprise they were chosen for such a project. Megatron soon enough smirked, bumping Optimus’ shoulder. “Well then, let's get going movie star.” Before he stood and followed after the girls. 

Optimus stayed seated for a moment, cheeks blushing over. A goofy smile crossed his face as he followed after them.

—

Hashtag came up near the backside of the barn, all covered in little decorations here and there. Nightshade sat quietly, having volunteered to draw up backgrounds and make the decorations. They were halfway through sprucing up a small bouquet when they called out, “Ah! There are the stars!”

Hashtag smiled back as Optimus and Megatron stopped infront of the set. “Yup! You guys know how weddings work, right?” Optimus answered, “Well yes, uh . . . is this already meant to be a wedding alter?” He tilted his head. Mo spoke up soon after, “We didn't wanna get bored waiting for the big wedding scene.”

Nightshade stood up, now holding the bouquet to hand to Optimus. Optimus smiled, taking it up gently. “Thank you.” Megatron spoke up soon enough, “This is a human wedding, isn't it?” suddenly he wasn't so cheery about the scene. Not that he didn't want to participate for the children's sake, but rather, it got him thinking about things of the past. Hashtag didn't seem to want to wait around. “Okay! Okay! C'mon, let's get to places!!” Despite her hope, it didn't really seem that she learned much about the finer notes of filmmaking, rushing everything. She moved Mo gently to position while waving for Optimus and Megatron to stand at the altar. Hashtag stepped back, raising her camera, one Alex bought for her after the first incident. She spoke up, “Okay! So Mo’s gonna say a few words, and then when she looks at either one of you, all you have to say is I do! Got it?” Optimus decided to make a little joke, “I do!” Hashtag only shook her head. “No no, not yet! Uh, anyway, Action!” She said out loud, clicking the camera on. Mo cleared her throat as she began to speak her lines: “Dear Optimus Prime, do you take Megatron to be your awfully–lawfully wedded husband?” 

Optimus glanced for a moment at Hashtag, who simply waved off the line goof. “We can fix that in post!” She gave a thumbs-up for the scene to continue. 

“I do.” He finished. 

Mo then turned her gaze to Megatron. “And do you Megatron, take Optimus Prime to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

Megatron was a bit late. “Oh uh, yes.” His eyes darted back and forth before Hashtag spoke. “CUT!” And soon the techy bot walked forward to her two actors. “Megatron, what was that!?” 

Megatron spoke lightly. “I apologize, Hashtag. I just seemed to be a bit in the clouds. We could go again, hm?” 

Hashtag answered, a bit down. “Do you . . . wanna do the scene?” Her little optics seemed so sad. 

Megatron nodded, “What? Yes yes, of course I do, for you. All of this is something I’m not used to.” He looked around at the decorations and altar set up.

Now, that had left a bit of a confused look on all the kids' faces. Mo tilted her head, walking over to stand next to Hashtag. “Not used to? But you and Grandpa Prime are married, aren’t you?” 

Megatron chuckled again, catching Optimus' own smile, now it was Optimus' turn to chime in. “We are, yes. But the way we did it was a bit different from how humans would get married.” 

Nightshade was next to stand next to their sisters. “How so?” 

Megatron and Optimus looked at each other, kneeling down to be a bit closer to the kids as they explained. 

“Well instead of it being called a wedding, we went through something called the Conjunx Ritus. It was a tradition we brought from Cybertron.”

Megatron added, “And instead of calling each other wives or husbands, we would call each other conjunx endura.”

Nightshade reacted with joy at the new knowledge. “Conjunx Endura? What a fun title!” 

Hashtag chimes in, “So-so what would you guys do?”

Optimus tapped his chin gently. “Well, there were four parts to it.”

And after a quick explanation, an idea began brewing in Hashtag's helm. 

—

**The Act of Intimacy**

Hashtag angled the camera just a bit too close to Megatron and Optimus's faces as she yelled from behind the camera. “Now kiss!”

Optimus spoke gently. “Hashtag, it doesn't necessarily need to be a kiss. It could just be a hug or hand holding–” his words quickly evaporated as Megatron leaned in and placed a quick kiss right on the cheek. The kids behind the camera giggled once it happened, and harder after Optimus; mask snapped closed from the sheer surprise. Megatron let out his own chuckle as he redirected the moment. ”Alright alright, onto the next rite.”

—

**The Act of Disclosure** Megatron spoke candidly to the camera, though a bit wishy-washy about the subject. “I once uh . . .” Hashtag spoke up from behind the camera, “Go on!” Megatron shifted trying again. “I once . . . sat on the Lincoln Memorial.” A brief silence overtook the group as Megatron reinforced his sentence. “I took off the Lincoln statue itself and I sat on the memorial.” Optimus soon poked his head into the frame waving around an old picture. “It's true! Here’s the proof!” Megatron reached out frantically, “Prime you give that back or so help me—!!!” —

**The Act of Proff–Preff- The Act of Gift Giving**

Optimus examined the toy axe in his hands carefully, finials lowering for a moment in confusion. “The one Megatron initially gave me was, uh, much bigger than this.” He squished it gently in his servos, producing an EEP EEP sound. He looked towards the camera. “And it uh, certainly didn't squeak like this either.”

Nightshade’s voice piped up, “It's kind of all we can work with right now.” Optimus nodded, “Oh well then.” he smiled again at the camera, squeaking the axe again. “I love it.” EEP EEP !

— **The Act of Selflessness**

Mo tilted her head a bit rotating the camera from her face to Optimus and Megatron. “Im, um, not really sure how to film this one.”

Hashtag’s voice called out, grabbing their attention. “I got this!!!” And soon enough, in her van form, Hashtag sped up, aiming to crash right into Optimus Prime’s leg, before Megatron moved him backward from the collision.

All joking in the moment as Optimus let out a soft laugh. Soon enough, the red and blue autobot looked up to see Nightshade swooping down near Megatron’s head. “Duck!” He spoke, pushing Megatron’s helm down so Nightshade wouldn't have their own crash landing. Down on the ground, Hashtag transformed back into her robot mode and cheered. “Woohoo!! See? You guys *selflessly* protected each other!” She took the camera gently from her sister and aimed it at their faces once more. “I now pronounce you Conjunx Endura!”  

The kids cheer behind the camera, Megatron moving to wrap an arm around Optimus, bumping each other's helms close. Hashtag spoke up again, a bit more meek. “Was that-was that good?” Optimus spoke sincerely, “That was perfect. Just like reliving our actual ritus.” “Really?!” “Hmm. More or less.”

#megop week #megop week 2023 #megop #transformers earthspark

[ceph-the-ghost-writer]

Happy STS Ceph! If someone was looking for your characters, how would they describe them to people? What features would they most pick out to distinguish them from a crowd?

Isaac: His messy black curls are probably the best way to spot him. Not messy as in stylish bedhead, but as in oh, this man is on the brink and desperately needs help with self-care. (It's not until Dorian coaxes him into it that his hair starts to become noticeably healthier and eye-catching for other reasons.) Elfy describes his fashion sense best: Mexican grandpa and/or country veterinarian. That is, flannel/plaid shirts (buttoned all the way to the collar in Isaac's case), and old jeans that don't fit him well at all. Again, it's not until Isaac starts rebuilding and maintaining relationships with others that this changes. 9 out of 10 times you'll catch him with his eyes glued to the screen of his tab, doing something work-related.

Renato: If you meet a man who makes you forget every warning your common sense screams at you, you'll know you met Renato Faria Dimas. Of course the blue-green color of his eyes gets the most attention. Though he acts like this is tiresome, he goes through a lot of effort to groom his brows and hair as well as pick clothing colors to show them to their best advantage. He's a dating sim character come to life: handsome, charming, seductive, and definitely hiding more than meets the eye beneath the pretty façade. Dimples are another weapon in his arsenal he uses to devastating effect.

Dorian: Critics rave 5 stars, want to hug and/or cuddle with them on first meeting. Dorian exudes a love for life and the topics they're passionate about which is downright infectious. Their peacoat is legendary, though they do wear other hoodies and sweaters depending on the season and conditions. They've loved having their hair braided since they were very small, and continue to make an event of it as an adult, with food and movies and drinks with family and friends all day. They also really like the freckles across their face and shoulders, if you're one of the fortunate few to see those. You may have to wade through a sea of their other admirers to get to them.

Kinslayer: Isaac wasn't exaggerating when he described meeting their gaze as staring down the barrel of a rifle. Their eyes are an utter shade of black, reflecting no light whatsoever. Kinslayer has worn many faces and experienced life in all sorts of bodies, but this feature remains a common denominator no matter what they look like.

Elfy: She's the tiny woman with all the piercings, the mop of reddish-brown curls piled on her head, and who's vibrating like a rocket about to take off, unable to keep still. Can't miss her.

Ben: They just don't make 'em like this nowadays. He looks like a thug or back alley boxer from a movie set during the Great Depression because, well, that's kinda what he was. His size, the broken-one-too-many-times nose, and scarred knuckles give him a natural intimidation factor. He's quick to smile though, and the gleam in his brown eyes can turn someone's knees from a solid to a liquid even quicker. You know, if big, bi vampire guys are your thing anyway.

Motley/Noose: Its stitched together skin really makes it stand out in a crowd. Even its sunken eyes are unusual amongst necromancers, smoldering with a sullen red light rather than being the dull, lifeless gray of something that's been preserved in a jar of alcohol. Of course, it could very well be disguised as that stray dog trotting down the street. Or a white-faced barn owl in the tree outside the window. Or--goodness forbid--somebody you knew.

Breezy: One of the three weed-smoking girlfriends, now semi-retired in her 60s and versed in witchcraft. When she feels like wearing clothes, she could be in full, flowing ren faire garb or a pair of denim overalls for working in her garden. (Has a pretty nice tan, given her nudist tendencies.) She might braid her long white hair, but more often than not leaves it in loose waves over her shoulders.

#dysthanasia #writeblr #answered asks #storyteller saturday

[zibiscusloon]

Finally finished all the new episodes! Therefore I’m screaming all my thoughts at you guys cause I’m a dumb mess and you guys are the only people who tolerate my gibberish!

Jailbroken

-Oh my poor sweet idiots..

-oh lord they’re trying to escape-

-Let them out of the gay baby jail box! They’ve done nothing wrong! >:(

-I will continue to argue the absurdity of Inkwell Isles justice system. Cupsy & Mugsy steal cookies: jail time. Saltbaker attempts three counts of murder: community service-

-Mugman would make the best of prison-

-Miss Cyclops my beloved 💕

-Mugsy immediately being down to get out when he saw Cuphead get upset was genuinely wholesome 💕 (the two fight a lot this season so I treasure every wholesome moment-)

-They’re happy to be grounded akajshsj lmao-

Charmed and Dangerous

-Boys you ain’t getting those cookies sweeties stop trying

-Chalice! 💛💛💛

-Of course she has a mob after her

-She continues to a master of manipulation. Good for her.

-the Goat-

-they fucking stole his car-

-Hilda!! 💕💕

-Aaaandd they crashed-

-Oh hey! The mob! :D wait that’s bad-

-“Remember when I said I was lying about the angry mob? Well, the funny thing is, I was lying about lying about the angry mob!”

-“And it’s true. Chalice is a lying grifting friend-abandoning thief who-“ well damn Mugsy go off I guess-

-Boo! 👻

A High Seas Adventure!

-This is probably one of my favorites-

-BOYS PUT THOSE SWORDS DOWN OH LORD-

-Brineybeard! :D my favorite simp!

-Y’all are sleeping on “Sweets for me Sweet”, it’s genuinely catchy-

-I strive to be that parrot, sassy lil shit-

-💕💕CALA MARIA 💕💕

-He’s so in love-

-“Cala Marrrria!! Hiiiiii!!”

-“You talk to much.” Her.. her voice 😳

-THEY BROKE HIS FUCKING LEGS-

-Yes! Slay Queen! We live a girl loving being an absolute monster!

-Same Mugsy-

-Briney is respectful and I feel everyone forgets that. Won’t call Cala anything she doesn’t wanna be called.

-Overall I was a huge Calabeard shipper back in like 2017 so this episode really made me happy-

-Mugsy’s a real pirate 💕🥹

Another Brother

-How the hell do they get into town now that I think about it- there’s a hug ass cliff there-

-Protective Mugsy-

-Ew Bowlboy-

-Boys please get along once this season-

-“Chess?!! Without helmets???!!!”

-He.. he wants to.. be.. Cuphead. Stay away from my boy you lil shit-

-Anddd goodbye Bowlboy! You creepy lil shit! (affectionate & derogatory)

Sweet Temptation

-And Cuphead knows no self restraint. Who’s really shocked.

-Mugsy how the hell is your Candy not expired. Also who the fuck eats candy like that-

-Cupsy got the boot 😔

-Hey! Sugarland!

-*gasp* BARONESS!! 💕💕

-She’s cursed? Can we get more of her lord please-

-Lmao Cupsy knows what’s up- I’m genuinely shocked he had enough common sense to know the classic lured to eat candy by some lady who wants to eat me routine-

-Gee. Wonder when these two specific rules will be broken.

-And they’re immediately broken.

-Oh lord she really is deranged-

-My lil gummy and ginger boys 🥺 oh lord don’t eat them-

-Whippet Creampup is genuinely scary what the hell-

-KETTLE NO-

The I Scream Man

-Mugsy faking sick- ..I can’t say shit I’ve done it before.

-“Errands!!” :D

-My boy wants to be a pirate so bad it’s so cute-

-Calamug shippers y’all are winning this episode with his lil crush. Not my cup of tea but good for y’all. ☺️

-Ice Cream Man- (derogatory)

-Imma be honest and say I honestly thought he was Bowlboy disguised to torment Mugman. He has Bowlboy vibes.

-MUGSY PUT THE CONE DOWN-

-Don’t throw sprinkles in my boy’s eyes!! >:v

-Aaaannnd reading ruined.

-DON’T YOU RUN MY BOY OVER- >:V

-His stupid ass hat-

-.. He spoiled the book. KILL HIM-

-Feral Mugman is best Mugman.

Piano Lesson

-Look at my baby 🥹 living his dream- oh it is a dream. Oh.

-My grandpa always sings this old song about crawdads and I may have hummed it the entirety of the episode because they kept showing up-

-Hey Ludwig! He’s an NPC guy! :)

-Bitch how is you’re limo that long-

-Moogman

-My baby is trying his best ok-

-As a former piano student. Yes Mugman. That instrument is actual hell ti get to sound right.

-Hey! Look at Cupsy! My boy doing great- 🥰 MUGMAN NO-

-“What have I told you about using my hedge trimmer’s to mutilate your brother?”

-And more unhinged Mugman-

-Ludwig! You dirty thief! >:V

-Oh lord and he’s fucking dead-

-That moment at the end was genuinely cute-

Release the Demons!

-My other favorite episode 💕

-Honestly I feel Devil on the anger issues- same dude- same-

-Henchman is trying his best-

-“And of course! He couldn’t name twinkle twinkle little star!!!!-“

-And.. they’re all dead-

-Lil baby Cuphead & Mugman- 🥺🥺🥹🥹🥹

-Their lil coats are so cute-

-💕DICE!!💕

-“And then he had this ..sweater! And it was invisible, and impenetrable, and dumb-“

-Dice Henchman friendship?-

-Hey! I like the funny lil round boy! Hope nothing bad happens to him! (I was soon to be wrong-)

-I love how the gate to Hell is just.. there. Anyone in Inkwell Isles can just go through it.

-Dice you gotta get in your work to!

-And he’s a smooth talker like always

-Have I mentioned how cute Cuphead & Mugman are this episode?

-NOOOO!! LIL ROUND BOY!! DICE WHY-

-Devil in a towel Devil in a towel Devil in

-The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse?!- 👀

-annndd they want pie.

-Cuphead is (legally) free!! :D (Devil clearly doesn’t care but I’m still happy for my boy)

-Stickler you bold lil shit-

-I’ve actually been wondering if the sweater affected all demons or just the Devil. So this answers my question.

-This episode exists to ruin Devil’s day.

Dead Broke

-Chalice! 💛 my favorite spooky girl!

-ICE CREAM MAN- (double derogatory)

-This plan actually completely works on paper. Just saying.

-Sally Stageplay!! :D she’s rocking her outfit can I just say- slay Queen!

-“Do you have any idea what’s it like to be stuck in the same house as your sibling, day in and day out?” “Yep.” Felt that-

-Feel this is supposed to be a reference to how Chalice kept getting kidnapped by ghosts in the game.

-NO!! MY BABIES ICE CREAM MONEY-

Rat’s All Folks!

-Well damn Elder Kettle what that fly ever do to you-

-Aw they’re making him a cake (oh. It’s so he’ll do something for them. Seems about right.)

-Werner Werman!! The bastard! :D

-“We don’t know that’s how he got in.” “That’s how I got in.”

-Cheeky bastard-

-He ate the cake!! >:V damnit-

-Stop torturing my boys please-

Say Cheese

-Another fight

-AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOVIES- AMUSEMENT PARK- MOV-

-Look at them in their dumb lil suits-

-Kettle’s dark origin story-

-OH LORD WHERE’D HE GET A FLAMETHROWER- (He just.. has that in the back of his truck??)

-Guess it’s bully Elder Kettle hours

-Mugman who’s side are you on-

-Kettle put the golf club down-

-I like that bee cop lady-

-Oh my gosh they’re still wanted-

-Shouldn’t the statue of limitation on Kettle’s charges be up?? I don’t know the statue on limitation on arson but he did that in his youth and he’s an ol grandpa now-

-Yeah! Family mugshots! :D

Lost in the Woods

-This whole episode is just the grasshopper and the ant in some way

-Don’t split up- annnddd they split.

-Cupsy just get bullied by wildlife for 14 minutes

-Lil feral Cuphead lil lil feral Cuphead lil fer-

-How the hell did he- Mugsy you should go into real estate! Look how quick you made that cabin!

-Mugsy tries to kill Cuphead this season: Part 2!

-Cuphead’s such a lil gremlin this episode-

The Devil’s Pitchfok

-My other favorite episode! (That also hurts me-)

-It’s a beautiful day in Inkwell Hell! *distant screaming*

-Devil is such a pathetic lil cat man- feel that-

-The writer is- audacious- I mean go off dude write an article dissing the fucking Devil-

-He deserves to have fun! :D burn that city down!

-Mugsy is just the type of older brother who unknowingly embarrasses you-

-Devil & Henchman getting all giddy about Devil’s work is genuinely so wholesome-

-De-Dev you forgot something- andddd he’s gone. This won’t go horribly wrong.

-And they found it- oh lord now there’s fire-

-Mugsy, sweetie, never change.

-Think they’ve just killed people with pasta

-He made Mount Mugmore! 🥹 That’s so cute- oh hi Devil.

-Mugsy & Cupsy bully Devil, part.. uh.. lost track at this point.

-“Goodbye to Cuphead.”

-NOOOOOOOOO!!

-Dude the fucking guilt on his face-

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOO-

#my blog #cuphead #the cuphead show #cuphead: ddwtd #cuphead show #mugman #ms chalice #bowlboy #elder kettle #cuphead the devil #king dice #henchman cuphead #cala maria #captain brineybeard #baroness von bon bon #sally stageplay #hilda berg #werner werman #and now to wait for the next one- #I have many drawing to start sketching-

[cluelessteam]

Charmed: Chris' Identity is Discovered {~Chapter 10~}

Summary: The Phoenix Clan is after Chris, and the sisters are trying to help. But there are many questions that they need answering. How long can Chris keep his identity a secret? [Before Chris-Crossed]

Characters: Charmed Ones, Bianca, Chris, Leo

Pairing: No Pairing

Warnings: Angst, Heartbreak

Word Count: 647

A/N: Sorry I haven't been updating you guys, I have been very busy with school lately.

Masterlist

“Mom?!” Piper shrieks.

“Silence.” An Elder protests. Wanting to know more, she continues to watch. This time the hologram-like screen has moved onto a different memory of Chris.

Chris looks around 16-17 years old. He looks tired, too tired for a boy so young. His face speckled with a few teen spots and pimples. Suddenly, someone orbs enters the room, but with the amount of magic the boys see on a daily basis, this is no big deal to Chris. Having to look interested he turns sound and there stands Leo. Not him, again.

“What do you want?” Chris snaps at Leo.

“Chris, don’t speak to me like that.”

“You’ve come into my home, with no invitation. I will speak to you however I damn like.” Chris retorts.

The sisters look on in shock. Why would Chris speak to Leo like this?

“Did I adopt Chris or something?” Piper asks. Phoebe and Paige shrug.

“Keep watching.”

Leo frowned at his son.

“What do you want anway?” Chris asked.

“I wanted to talk to you and Wyatt.” “No. Get out.” Chris replied, with annoyance.

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, get out. When we come and see you, you’re too busy. We are not seeing you, on your terms. It isn’t fair. And me and Wyatt have had it. Get out.”

“Chris-”

“Do you want me to spell it out for you?! Get out!” Chris shouted. Seeing Chris’ rage increase by the second, Leo decided it would be wise to leave Chris. Let him cool off. Leo orbed out, and to the heavens. Chris picked a toy car, near the piano and threw it at a table. Knocking over a vase. As it shattered on the floor, he heard orbs. Chris has had enough.

“God Leo! I told you to get out-” He said while turning into the direction of his father. But it wasn’t Leo. It was Wyatt. He looked around 18 years old. His blonde hair is in major need of a haircut.

“Leo? He was here?” Wyatt asked. 

“Yeah.”

“And you got rid of him?”“Yeah.”

“Good. I am in no mood to deal with him right now.”

“Why? What happened?” Chris asked, concerned for his older brother.

“Nothing Chris, I am fine. I’m just tired. Is grandpa home yet?”

“Not yet. He went to the store. He should be home pretty soon though.” Chris explained.

“Alright. We should probably clear this up before he comes home. You’d have to explain and say that Leo was here. And you know how Leo always sets him off in one of his moods.” Wyatt suggested.

“I’ll get the broom.”

“Don’t bother. Just use the vanishing spell. There isn’t time anyway.” Wyatt quickly peered outside the window and saw his grandfather’s car. “Grandpa’s here.” Quickly, Chris recited the vanishing spell, which he often has to use. Even though he is constantly told not to by his grandfather, the elders and even Leo. What gives him the right?!

The hologram-like screen moved onto a different memory.

“Happy 17th birthday Chris!” Wyatt said, a little too loudly. Chris opened his eyes, groaned and turned away in his bed. Wyatt laughed. “Come on Chris! Get up! Me and grandpa have a birthday surprise for you. I will see you downstairs in 5 minutes, or I will just orb you down.” Not wanting to be Wyatt’s little puppet Chris got up and quickly got changed into decent clothing, then went down the stairs.

“Surprise!” Wyatt and his grandfather called. One the table was a fully cooked breakfast, just the way his mother used to cook breakfast on special occasions. 8-9 presents on one end of the table.

“Wow. This is amazing you guys!” Chris said, excitement evident in his voice. He hugged his grandfather, then embraced Wyatt.

“I hope you like it.” Wyatt said.

“I already do.” Chris replied. Wyatt smiled.

“Happy birthday, little brother.”

#English #Humor #supernatural #piper halliwell #chris halliwell #wyatt halliwell #Bianca #Charmed #fanfic

[defectivegembrain]

Trobedison playing Stardew Valley

Troy:

Names his farm Butt Farm

Chooses butt stuff as his favorite thing and laughs so hard at the stardrop message every time

Cries at Grandpa's letter

Cries every time he gets a new animal

Tries flirting with the girls for a while, has a mini crisis when he realises he can marry a man, eventually marries Sebastian

Has absolutely no plan for his farm, just does whatever he feels like in the moment, resulting in a beautiful mess

Is unnerved by the hat mouse despite wanting hats

Abed:

Names all his animals after animals from movies and TV

Charms everyone in Pelican Town, flirts with everyone he can, but lives with Krobus

Has a strict farming routine

Is amazing at Junimo Kart

Collects all the special outfits so he can look like different characters

Won't sell anything until he knows for sure there's not a more important use for it

Makes a separate file where he tries supporting Jojamart just to see what happens. Troy won't talk to him for like ten minutes after he finds out (after which there is a long hug, long enough that Annie quietly retreats to her room)

Annie:

Has the neatest, most efficient farm you will ever see

Loves designing her house beautifully, with a slightly different look for every season

Gets through the mines really quickly

Completes the museum collection and arranges it meticulously

Says aww at every animal

Marries Penny

Can often be heard swearing while trying to fish

All of them together try to get Jeff to play it and push him towards making friends with Shane because maybe he'd get something out of his story

#nbc community #stardew valley #abed nadir #troy barnes #annie edison #trobedison #jeff winger #why did i do this

[cannibalcreeps]

Surprise surprise another Wrong Turn 2 question from me hehe XD

Pa and Ma having a S/O who is pregnant with Pa's baby How would they all react? Also can include Three-Fingers, One-Eye, Saw-Tooth and also Maynard's reaction as well but up to you 🥰

heheheh always happy to do a WT2 answer for you my dear -------------------------------- If it was an unplanned pregnancy, they gonne be SHOCKED to say the least, happily shocked though cause hey more kids! and also hey Ma doesn't have to be the poor sucker to carry it!! To be fair that woman is relieved she doesn't have to have any more kids now that someone else came along to handle Pa's sexual urges, after her third child Ma felt like she was done and was worried she may not live if they tried for a fourth. So when they found out their and Pa's new partner had a baby in the oven, it was a happy surprise that was congratulated in smiles and sweet hugs, there was definitely going to be a cookout for the family now that a new member, or possibly members if the twin gene kicks in. The kids are just as happy, Sis and Bro are of course as happy as their parents, new siblings to train into little monsters after all! Maynard would be more reactive than his whole family, at first annoyed calling the partner stupid for getting knocked up, but it wouldn't last long as they give them the happy grandpa hug. With the three brothers, One-Eye is possible the more kinder in showing his congratulations than the other two, giving embraces and big smiles whilst Three-Fingers snickers while he nudges and prods at Pa and Ma's partner in a 'I know what you did to get that baby', truly a charming man. Whilst with Saw-Tooth, with how he shows his expressions its unsure if he even cares, more just sits near his brother Pa and drinks, watching quietly in his broody way, children never interest him and he always never showed much attention towards Sis, Bro or Three-Toes unless needed too but to be fair the pregnant partner was being fused over by others it never is noticed.

#i'd say Maynard is the type to get all annoyed but secretly happy UwU #wrong turn ask #wrong turn answer

[chanshoesunite]

24 Days of CHRISMAS: Day 19

Content info: YN is on a winter holiday with her uni friends and their friends, among them the distant but incredibly hot Chan. Chan and YN end up having to share a room. And there’s only one bed. The actual one bed problem will be solved in Part 2.

Word count: 1984

Warnings: none

When you hesitatingly agreed to share a room with Chan, nobody mentioned that there would only be one bed.

You never liked the idea of going away for New Year’s Eve. People always act like this particular night needs to be super special and super fun, which is an idea you find inherently depressing. After all, trying too hard never works, anyway.

You have only been friends with Jisung, Minho and Hyunjin since the beginning of the summer semester, meeting them in the university library in a little adventure that was caused by Hyunjin illegally sneaking his dog in, but it has been true platonic love from the beginning. So, when they announced that they would rent a cabin in the mountains for New Year’s and that you absolutely HAD to come, you said yes.

It’s early in the morning of the 30th of December, and you’re wrapped in plenty of layers as you’re waiting for Minho to pick you up. You’re going to be ten people at the cabin, apparently, so you’re taking two separate cars.

A silver Hyundai approaches you and honks, and you excitedly wave as the car comes to a stop in front of you. Hyunjin jumps out, happily hugging you before grabbing your overnight bag and tossing it into the car boot. You add a box of groceries you said you’d bring and climb into the back seat to find only Jisung there.

“Good morning,” you greet your friends, hugging Jisung and fluffing up Minho’s hair, “I thought someone else was driving with us?”

“Changbin and his girlfriend are sick,” Ji explains sadly, “which means we’ll only be eight people in total. But we called ahead, and they’ll actually get their money back, so I guess that’s worth something.”

You fall back in your seat. “But now I’m the only girl!” you pout, not actually worried – it’s not like it mattered before.

Hyunjin turns around to raise his eyebrows at you. “Don’t be a wuss,” he says. “We’ll have so much fun!”

You nod in answer. Your boys always have your back, they won’t be suddenly weird about you being the only girl. “I made us a road trip playlist,” you announce, and a minute later, you’re all happily singing along to a Charlie Puth song. Any reservations you might have had about going away for the weekend as the only girl among seven boys vanish as you spend the next two hours singing, sharing cookies and chatting with your three friends.

…

You are the second car to arrive, but only by a few minutes – the other four boys have only just picked up the keys from the reception hut. The huts, which are actually rather large wooden houses, are arranged in a loose circle on the side of a smaller mountain, facing a wonderful view over the snow-covered valley. They are far enough apart for privacy, but only a few minutes’ walk from the main building.

You all jump out of the car to greet the others, but you hang back a little because you’ve actually never met them before. Jisung quickly realizes what you’re experiencing, though, and, grabbing your hand, pulls you into the circle.

“Everyone, this is YN,” he announces lovingly, like a grandpa showing off his newest grandchild. “YN, this is Jeongin, our youngest. He looks very sweet, and he will be, but likely only to you.” He points at a boy with blond hair whose grin is both charming and evil.

“And this is Felix. Felix is our sunshine and the person you’ll want to ask about breakfast because his brownies are legendary.” “Hey, YN, I’m so excited to finally meet you! The others have kept you to themselves, but I can’t wait for us to be firm friends!” The freckled boy comes up to hug you, and you are touched by the kind gesture, embracing him back.

“This is Seungmin, he looks serious, but don’t worry, he’ll make fun of you, too.” Seungmin smiles shyly, and you smile back, not knowing what to do with that introduction.

“And this is Chan,” Jisung concludes, pointing at the guy who comes out of the hut, apparently already busy carrying the luggage inside. “He’s kind of the dad of the group.”

Chan only gives a quick nod before grabbing more luggage and going back to the hut. Weird. It’s almost as if he doesn’t want you there? Which would be too bad – the bit of face you can spy between beanie and scarf looks kind.

“Happy to meet you all,” you announce, trying to shake the awkwardness of Chan not really greeting you.

“It’s so cool that you actually came, Noona,” Felix says, grabbing your arm and pulling you towards the hut. “We were afraid you wouldn’t want to be the only girl here.”

You don’t have the heart to admit you might have given this more thought if you’d known earlier and simply smile at your new freckled friend. “I wouldn’t miss all the fun!”

Felix squeals and grabs to help you with your luggage. Together, all of you haul the backpacks and provision boxes into the wooden hut.

Once inside, you are surprised by how much bigger it feels on the inside. From the outside, it looked like the perfect gingerbread house, dusted with snow, but you find yourself in a little hall where you can store all of your shoes and jackets that opens into a huge open space with couches and a big dining table. With everything being made of wood, it could have felt overpowering, but there are lovely accents of colourful rugs and cushions as well as pictures on the walls and a big bookshelf so that the room feels extremely cosy. There’s also a decently sized kitchen with all the newest appliances, a big bathroom and a bedroom with a queen-size bed in it. A set of stairs leads to the first floor where you expect the rest of the bedrooms to be located.

“This is wonderful,” you exclaim as you wander into the kitchen where Minho is already putting away the food. He smiles at you. “I’m glad you like it,” he says. “Want to help with lunch?”

Minho knows you enjoy cooking, so you agree, and soon you’re both cutting veggies for the pasta dish you’ll be having, humming along to the music coming out of his Bluetooth speaker.

“Noona?” You look up to see Felix standing in the doorway. He looks a bit nervous. “There seems to be a slight problem, but it doesn’t have to be, not really?” He sounds questioning, so you stop cutting to properly look at him. “What’s wrong?”

Hyunjin comes into the kitchen, followed by Jisung. “Well,” he starts, “we expected to get a six-bedroom cabin, but with two people missing…” He glances at Ji, who blurts out: “You’re going to have to share a bedroom!”

You blink. “Oh-kay?” you say, because that doesn’t sound that dramatic. “Are there only four bedrooms?” Hyunjin nods sheepishly. “And we’ve sort of already though about it. I am staying with Felix, and the maknaes want to stay in a room together, and you know how Jisung and Minho are besties, so…” He hesitates. “Would you be cool sharing the room with Chan?” Uff. That is slightly awkward. But at the same time, is it really? You don’t know him yet, maybe he’s a laugh and you’ll have a great time. And you also don’t want to make this difficult for everyone – you’ll literally only sleep in the same room. “I don’t mind if he doesn’t!” you say, smiling brightly.

Chan enters the room, having heard your last words. “If I snore, you can kick me out and I’ll take the living room couch,” he promises, meeting your eyes for the first time. There’s a little twinge inside your heart as he does, and he blushes. You smile slightly. “I’ll take you up on that,” you mock-threaten, and the boys all guffaw, relieved to have solved the potentially troubling situation. “I’ll bring your bag to the room, then,” Hyunjin promises, and they all leave hurriedly, worried you and Minho might give them something to do in the kitchen. The last one, Jisung, doesn’t get spared, though, and Minho makes him set the table.

“That was sweet of you, YNnie,” Jisung says as he grabs the cutlery. “I’m sure it’s awkward to stay with someone you don’t know. But trust me, Chan is the best person ever. He is just a tiny bit shy in the beginning.” He gives you an encouraging pat on the back, almost stabbing you with eight forks in doing so.

“Ya!” Minho yells, throwing a wet dishcloth at him. “Don’t you dare stab the only person here who actually lifts a finger to help me!”

…

After lunch, someone gets out the boardgames, and that is the exact moment that ends all of your plans to explore your surroundings. The gaming frenzy grabs the eight of you. The boys are all extremely competitive, one round of Codenames turns into ten rounds, and people only leave for short bathroom breaks or to get more water from the kitchen. After hours of laughing and screaming and friendships almost ending multiple times, Minho disappears for a bit to make all of you cheese toasties, which you eat while playing Activity, and the game afternoon turns into a game night.

You all also have a drink or too, but not too much, because who wants to be hungover on New Year’s Eve? Nobody, that’s who.

Weirdly enough, it’s almost always the maknaes and Chan against you and your trio of uni friends, so it’s really hard to bond with your roommate when you’re constantly trying to defeat him at various games. You have a lot of opportunity to look at him, though, and what you realise is that this boy is fucking ripped under his clothes. The fireplace makes it warm enough so that you’re all wearing short-sleeved t-shirts, and Chan’s is obviously working overtime to contain his broad shoulders and muscled arms.

Chan is also incredibly sweet. Maybe not to you, he is civil, sure, but not more. However, he really cares for his friends, especially the younger ones, making sure they’re always comfortable. He’s a good hyung, and it endears him to you even further.

Basically, at the end of the day, you’ve barely talked to your roommate, but you’ve stared at his arms for hours. And you’re also just slightly tipsy. That’s not going to be weird AT all.

At around midnight, Minho calls it a day, and you get first slot at the downstairs bathroom. Coming out changed into your pyjamas with brushed teeth and cared-for skin, you notice you actually don’t know which room you’ll be staying in. You tell Jeongin, whose turn it is to use the bathroom after you.

“You’re staying down here, Noona,” he says, smiling at you, before he closes the door behind himself.

Downstairs.

Wait.

A distinct memory of one (1) queen sized bed surfaces in your mind.

The size of bed you’d only want to sleep in with someone you know well.

You stand there alone in the hallway, contemplating feigning a sickness and having to leave. You can’t even anticipate how awkward it is going to be to walk into the bedroom and slip into bed next to Chan, possibly having to climb over him as the bed is set against the wall. Chan, who was so quiet, so distant and who is also so. Fucking. Hot. ???

Fuck.

You accept your fate and march back into the bedroom. At least you’re not embarrassed of your pyjamas – the plaid trousers and black tank top are fine. You find Chan, sitting on the bed, in nothing but grey sweatpants.

As in, shirtless. What the actual fuck. How are you supposed to survive this?!

~Day 20, Part 2~

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