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whatifyoulivelikethat · 9 months

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almonds, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: You're having a really shitty day and it ends with Jeon Jungkook cumming on your ass. Oh, some stuff happens in the middle. You eat some almonds. Yeah.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; acquaintances-to-lovers; mentions of fasting (restricted eating for the day); reader is the hot girl bro of her friend group (yup); so much TENSION; JK is def a shy mess and reader teases him just because he's cute; smut w/o penetration (fem reader, semi-public sex in a rented photo studio space, m-receiving oral, handjob, fingering, forearm kink, nipple play, m-masturbation, cum-eating, multiple orgasms, overstimulation); non-idol!BTS – hobbyist photographer!Jungkook x model?reader

“You seem annoyed.”

“Just had to tell someone I didn’t want to date them and then had to deal with a grown man’s hissy fit. Well, I guess that doesn’t make him grown, does it? Hmph. Anyway.”

You threw your jacket aside with too much force and exasperation. It flew off the chair and shot into Jeon Jungkook’s legs.

Oops.

“Um…”

“Sorry,” you muttered, hurrying over and yanking your black-and-scarlet leather bomber off the ground, dumping it firmly on the seat of the foldable chair. “Sorry. It wasn’t that serious. It was simply unnecessary and a waste of time. I also hate being late. Sorry, again.”

“N-No, I mean… we don’t have to do this today. If it’s too much trouble for you.”

You didn’t know Jeon Jungkook that well and yet here you were. You knew of him. He was friends with a lot of your friends, but both he and you were introverted and were the type to be in own your own worlds. There wasn’t much chance to interact with him and you didn’t think to. Also, your male friends got a little weird if other guys approached you too readily, even if they personally knew them. Some macho man shit or something. You didn’t know.

“It’s no trouble. Really.”

You rubbed your forehead and placed your backpack on the table. Maybe you needed a snack. No, now was not the time. You hadn’t eaten at all today. Specifically, for this. You didn’t know Jungkook well, but you did know he was helping another of your friends who was a tattoo artist. He had a photography hobby and he had tattoos done by said friend, so they asked him to take some artsy shots for their tattoo and piercing studio. Your forward helix was done by the same guy on a drunk night (not that the customers were going to know that… also the piercer was the drunk one and you were the sober one, so, honestly, who was the problem), and so were your double helix piercings (sober day and you paid him like a responsible human being), all on your right ear. Since you didn’t have tattoos, you didn’t think you would be asked, but.

As your friend put it, “I don’t want to look at only dudes on my walls. I’m sure my customers don’t either. I need at least one hot girl. Be a bro.”

Okay, bro.

“I was only trying to buy some almonds and I got accosted by this guy I was talking to, then I had to stand there through this guy’s sobbing as the register was malfunctioning and it was all very annoying,” you sighed, then put a pin in the (literal) sob story. It (he) was irrelevant anyway. “But I am free of him.... hopefully… and I’m sorry I’m late. I didn’t expect that to happen today, hah, I simply wanted some fuckin’ almonds.”

You had bowed with your apology. Upon finishing your last remark, you yanked the small packet of almonds out of your bag and slapped them on the black canvas accusingly as if they were the ones that caused you a lot of trouble. As if it was the almonds’ fault, not some dude that couldn’t take the hint and comprehend that you didn’t want a relationship with him.

Maybe you male friends getting a little weird were on the right track.

Also, maybe you should stop trying to sneak behind their backs and meeting guys through apps.

Sigh.

The silence lasted a few seconds.

Then.

A very tentative, “You like nuts?”

You suddenly remembered Jeon Jungkook was standing next to you. Oh, right. “Ah, I heard models eat raw almonds on shoots to curb their hunger,” you chuckled sheepishly, looking up at him and realizing, once again, that there was a lack of closeness preventing you from being too comfortable. He was taller than you and was gazing at you with big, round eyes and a curious expression. You cleared your throat before speaking again. “Since I’m wearing a crop top, I didn’t want to…” You trailed off, hoping he understood.

He rubbed the back of his head sheepishly, mussing up his hair. “Oh, yeah, I’ve been doing intermittent fasting so I would…”

Then.

Your eyes connected with Jungkook’s and you both stopped talking.

It was only then that you fully processed the man in front of you.

He was wearing a ribbed white tank top that very much showed off his built frame. Whenever Jungkook happened to be at the friend gatherings, he was the type to always wear baggy shirts and loose pants. You had heard before that he worked out a lot, but you had never really thought about it because he preferred to be a fabric mountain in public. Understandable that he enjoyed being comfortable. But now you were taken aback by the close-fitted top and his tapered, straight-leg, dark blue jeans, complete with messy black hair falling over his forehead and grazing the nape of his neck. He typically wore beanies and baseball caps at the get-togethers, probably to avoid styling his hair. All that to say that you weren’t prepared for Jeon Jungkook to look…

Like a model.

Yeah.

He seemed to sense your visual analysis and started, placing his arms over his chest awkwardly as if that was going to block anything. His arms were muscular too. There were no tattoos on his left arm – for now (you knew his type). His entire right arm was a sleeve of them. Deep black and vibrant color, lively tattoos that spread all the way up to his shoulder, ending with crowning petals resembling a floral mandala reaching almost to his collarbone. His hand even had a few small tattoos, the most notable being the sheepish emoji with the squiggly smile.

“Oh, y-yeah, I t-thought… er…”

You didn’t interrupt.

You simply stared at him.

It was unnerving him and it was beginning to greatly amuse you.

“I mean, to take photos of my sleeve and stuff… and you’re so… uh.”

You looked down at yourself. “You said I should wear black and white if I could.” Tight white cropped tank with a thicker, more rigid construction so you didn’t have to wear a bra. Exposed midriff and mid-rise black jeans with a slight flare to accommodate your high-heeled black ankle boots with silver buckles suggestively coffin-shaped.

Hey, you had to have some personality even in a bland outfit.

Jungkook was malfunctioning a little.

“Y… Yeah…”

He also had two rings pierced on the right side of his lip now. He only had one when you saw him last. When had he gotten the second? Your eyes tracked the silver hoops interestedly as Jungkook gulped, revealing the little mole underneath his lips. He had another one on his nose, several on his right cheek, and one on his neck. Hmmmm.

“I was thinking the m-majority of the photos would be black and white… and I would just take some shots of my arm in color later.,” he was saying, backing away from you and into the rented studio space, to the white backdrop and bright lights. There was a camera tripod and monitors set up already. In the center of the white background was a rectangular white pedestal. Probably to sit on to aid with posing. Everything was going to be torso up it seemed.

You followed him, scanning the room. “Oh, I should check my make-up, huh,” you thought out loud.

Sudden heat.

“No, I mean, it’s better if it’s natural, there’s a little–”

You were still standing absolutely motionless as Jungkook brushed his thumb against your left cheek, leaving a trail of prickling skin and a hot sensation pouring down your spine. When did he–? And what was with this earnest, concerned expression? Not quite making eye contact yet, but suddenly realizing what he had done as the silent seconds ticked by. His shaking irises slid towards you, immediately apologetic, but too embarrassed to speak.

Jaw completely slack, mouth open, completely frozen.

“I, um,” you coughed, waving a hand loosely. “It’s a mole. Next to my lip.”

It seemed, to the shock of neither party, that Jungkook had understood that way before you even said it out loud. Probably because he had attempted to wipe your moles away with his finger. Awkward. His thumb was still lingering by your ear.

“O… Oh.”

Yeah. Oh.

“I don’t really wear foundation,” you tried to clarify. “Only on special occasions.”

Jungkook’s face was quite close to yours. He had to bend down a little to be eye-to-eye. He was really staring, similarly to how you were analyzing his body earlier. It wasn’t necessarily uncomfortable and you didn’t view it as invasive since you had partaken in the same act earlier.

It was just…

Giving you a racing feeling throughout your veins.

“Your skin is so smooth and pretty already,” he murmured in that deep, dreamy voice of his, almost inaudibly, like he hadn’t meant to say it.

The tops of your ears were abruptly on fire. You had to force the word out.

“T… Thanks.”

You were still clutching the packet of almonds as if they were life support.

The sharp crackle of the plastic cut through the silence. Jungkook jerked, pulling his hand back, and you let out a silent breath, surprised at the suspension of the unpredicted moment. Both looking away from each other, and you didn’t dare look back to check how he was doing because you were internally scolding yourself. It was only the current circumstances. The way the chips fell today was throwing you off your game. You weren’t being professional, not that this was an overly professional setting, but you expected yourself to be professional or at least not intimidate the shit out of someone you were about to work with.

Wouldn’t want weird vibes the entire time.

You wanted to say you were sorry again, but it seemed unnecessary and you would rather show your apologies with action. You shoved the packet of almonds in your pocket.

Damn almonds.

“So, um, what would you like me to do? I’m not a model, but I can follow instructions.”

You forced yourself to face him and not make it weird. It wasn’t a shameful moment and there was no reason to act ashamed about it. At first, Jungkook didn’t move, big peepers and all, but you firmly walked over to the white background and stood there in front of the camera lens, seeing one of the monitors was facing you. You weren’t in focus. You backed up to the rectangular pedestal and now you were, skin glowing under the bright lights, looking inquisitive at the arrangement. Raised a hand. The image was flipped rather than mirrored. Ah, okay. You played with your reflection for a moment while Jungkook hurriedly went behind the camera and fiddled with the settings.

Neither of you said anything about the…

Uh.

Tension.

You left the spot for a moment to hurry back to your backpack. Water, extra clothes in case an outfit change was needed, pocket hand sanitizer for the bus, another package of almonds. You fished out your makeup bag and felt around, taking out the two black hair clips inlaid with mother-of-pearl. Lotus flowers. After a moment of consideration, you unhooked your white gold hoop earrings on your lower lobe piercing and put on the pearl lotus flower earrings you had brought with you. They were tiered and dangled on thin silver chains, waterfalling against your neck. You placed your other earring set in a small black velvet pouch and pocketed them in your right jeans pocket, just in case Jungkook thought the dangling ones were too distracting. As a last thought, you plucked the hand sanitizer from your bag and squirted some on your hands, rubbing them together swiftly.

You had messed with your piercings, after all.

You hurried back, pulling your hair away from your right ear, peering at the monitor. Tucked your hair behind your show ear and placed the hair clips accordingly so all your ear piercings were on display.

“Oh!”

“I thought it would be good to show off a little,” you mentioned absentmindedly, frowning as you noticed the chain connecting one of your helixes to your higher lobe piercing was tangled. You carefully pulled the strand of hair away and swept it back. Hadn’t thought of bringing hairspray, shit. Hopefully–

You froze, your hands framing your ear.

Looked up and Jungkook was gawking at your narcissistic use of the monitor.

“Ah, it’s just… there’s no mirror…” Your eyes shifted, rueful in your vanity. “I could go to the bathroom and…”

“N-No, it’s totally fine,” he sputtered. You sensed movement and looked back to see him waving his arms frantically. “I didn’t even think of any of these things, like accessories and hair and stuff… I was kind of hoping that you already knew what you liked… and stuff…”

Even though you weren’t originally close with Jungkook, there were parts of your personality that you just couldn’t hold back.

Like teasing.

“You said and stuff twice,” you snickered.

Immediately, Jungkook gave you this look of puffed cheeks and indignation. “Hey!” Then he seemed to realize his childlike outburst and flushed, shaking his head quickly. “Argh…”

You laughed, dropping your hands and relaxing your shoulders. Better to move along with this newfound tension than the previous one. You straightened and turned your body, right side with all your piercings facing the camera, the ornate earrings catching the light.

“Come on. Let’s start.”

You had thought it would be weird, modeling like this, but it was much easier since you weren’t supposed to look at the camera. With a purpose and your willingness to continue, Jungkook instructed you to tilt your head and move your body. It was quick considering it was primarily your right profile. He asked for movement of your hair and head so there was some life to the photos rather than just the stills. Once you sat on the pedestal and moved your head, he brought the camera tripod closer and stepped around it, holding the small remote in his left hand.

“I did a few solo shots before you arrived,” he was saying, concentrated on the task at hand. “Just to test lighting and stuff. Do you want to review? Or should we move on?”

“Do you like at least one of them?” you chuckled, turning your head back.

Jungkook was bent over the table, bringing the wireless mouse over so he could change the window and scroll through what was taken. You had a brief moment of looking at his shoulder blades and back muscles before ripping your gaze away, seeing your own face in a filter of black and white. Oh. It hadn’t really sunk in that this was photography until this moment. You almost didn’t recognize yourself.

Was that you?

Whoa.

“This one is good. And this one.”

Lips. Jawline. Lowered lashes. Hair curling along the other shoulder, creating that kind of wild devil-may-care fantasy. The choice of mother-of-pearl shone even in the black-and-white. For some reason you had thought of your role in this as quite small – Jungkook was the tattooed one, after all – but there was a mood created here. Calm yet definitive. On the edge of rebellious.

Maybe you had been chosen for more than just being the bro hot girl.

Hm.

“Do you think we need more?” you asked, not knowing the answer.

Jungkook chewed on the left side of his lower lip, puffing his cheek cutely. A thinking face. “I don’t think so? There’s going to be mostly drawn art and finished tattoo photos on the walls. As far as I know, our full-body pictures are going to be blown up but used very sparingly. We’re just there to be pretty.”

You didn’t miss a beat. “So, you think you’re pretty.”

You saw his shoulders flinch. “T-T-That’s just what I was told,” he stammered, tongue-tied.

“It’s okay, I think you’re pretty,” you casually interrupted. “Then this is probably enough. How do you want to pose for the couple photos?”

“C-C-Couple?”

You took a second to stare at yourself for another moment and turned your head, lifting your gaze. Not trying to make it weird. Round, dark brown eyes with curls of black hair over his brows. Lips parted and quickly shutting as you made eye contact. Someone was silently telling themselves to get a grip.

Well.

You were about to get close.

“Um…”

It was already weird just standing in the frame with him. Deep breath. It would be no good to stand here like self-made scarecrows. Come on. It wasn’t like you would be forced to interact with him every day after this. Plus, you already started with a bad impression. The sooner you finished, the sooner you would be able to go home and treat this like any other day.

Right?

“What about…”

You backed up. Jungkook squeaked but you ignored it, taking his right arm and placing his hand on your left shoulder so it crossed over your body and he held you against his torso. Again, you didn’t have to look at him or the camera. You only took a moment to adjust his forearm and not think about how solid it was before turning your head to the left and pulling back your shoulders to lift your chest.

Your ass touched the front of his pants.

Ahem.

You tapped his thigh impatiently.

“Ah, r-right…”

You tried not to think about how deep his voice was or how you could feel his chest vibrate from the tops of your shoulder blades against his pecs. Nope. You heard the sound of the camera and tilted your head again, raising your chin, and did not think about how nice he smelled. Like fresh laundry detergent but not overpowering. You swept your hair back so your collarbones were bare, putting your hair between him and you.

Jungkook angled his body so he wasn’t chest-to-back anymore.

Oh.

Then you attempted not to stiffen as his arm slid across so that his elbow was above your breasts, no, pressed against them, the grip on your shoulder tightening and suddenly his bicep and forearm were pushing your tits together through your crop top.

Um.

The right side of his body pressed against your back and you felt his breath against the crown of your head, his chin resting on you, um, but still you didn’t say anything, his leg shifting forward and now his thigh was pressed to your ass and the back of your leg, UM?!, and Jungkook exhaled, slow and with a shudder.

You did not interrupt.

Stood shock still.

It didn’t so much bother you as it confirmed some things.

“Ah, s-sorry, I should have as–”

“It’s fine,” you replied automatically, not wanting to get into it, glancing at the monitor. The preview was small but even at this distance it was effective. Worth it. “Do whatever you think would give a good result. We have to try things,” you muttered, untangling yourself a little. “Let’s…”

Fuck it.

You turned around.

For a brief glimpse, you spotted Jungkook’s shocked expression, but you avoided it, planting your hands on his waist. No, that wouldn’t do. Your arms felt like they were in the way. You slid them back, over his sides and up, fanning your fingers out. Centimeters between your body and his. His right arm was now along your back, but only loosely, and with his musculature it wasn’t laying quite right if you kept this current distance between each other. You could tell from the way his upper arm was positioned against your shoulder.

You pressed to him.

Chest to chest.

Angled your head so your cheek faced his face and your eyes fixated to the side, not looking at him. But you could feel him. Feel the shallowing of his breath against your cheekbone. Feel the solidness of his body in your arms. Feel his shoulder muscles under your fingertips tense. Like you were really hugging him, except you weren’t.

Not really.

Right.

“Put your arm around me,” you said softly but firmly.

“T-This…?”

“With your thumb in my right back belt loop.”

You felt Jungkook’s entire body stiffen.

“E-Eh…?!”

Your eyes darted to the side and you glared at him from your peripheral vision, seeing beautiful expressive eyes far too close but never mind that. “Come on. It’s a tattoo and piercing shop. Provocative, remember?” You looked away again, to your right. Steeled your voice and sharpened it. You could feel the damn almonds in your left jeans front pocket. You should have put them in your bag.

For fuck’s sake.

“Do it.”

You had asked him to do it but you still weren’t prepared for his fingertips to brush the top of your ass and his palm rest against your hip. You lifted your pelvis away from him, pressing more into his torso, involuntarily closing your eyes. Too weird to stare out wide-eyed anyway.

“Just tell me when you’ve taken it.”

Seconds that felt like hours.

You could tell he was taking the photos. You felt his arm shift. Tilt. Another. His hand moved up and you managed not to shiver. Nudging your head with his nose. You followed the movement obediently. You weren’t going to make this any weirder than it already was. His touch barely on your hot skin. Held your breath.

“O… Okay.”

You moved back and you felt Jungkook also release a tense exhale. He didn’t back away from you though. You tried to think of another pose. Maybe if you just laid your hand on his shoulder as if you were about to walk past him and.

Wait.

You jerked back as Jungkook crossed his arms over his chest and yanked his white tank top up and over his head. Arms flexed, tan skin and inked patterns. You bit back the surprised sound that threatened to escape, looking away quickly and snapping your jaw tight.

“Wha–What are you doing?” you forced out as evenly as you could, snapping your head as Jungkook flung the article of clothing aside like it was goddamn litter. Um, hello? You gawked after it as it skidded across the floor, missing the table just so.

“Shit, I missed–”

You whipped your head back and Jungkook froze, as if he only now noticed you were real human being and not a prop. Now you were aimlessly standing there with a shirtless Jeon Jungkook that you had been getting closer to, but wasn’t this too close, he was too fit and attractive to…

To?

Oh, fuck.

You really hoped he hadn’t noticed your glance at his hard dark nipples and toned abs. It wasn’t exactly something you could ignore. You weren’t curious. Really. His pecs were right in front of your face. Still, you didn’t want to be seen as disrespectful or creepy.

Your jaw was slack.

On cue, an inappropriate thought popped into your head.

And you said it, because, well, you never missed an opportunity to tease.

“This is exactly how all porno vids start, Jungkook.”

Oh, come on. Not that casual tone. And why did you add his name with familiarity like that? That was so unnecessary. Now he was turning fifty shades of red. Great. None of that helped. Of course not. And you chose the crass term over adult films. Maybe you were too much of a bro. You cleared your throat and looked away, trying to break the tension with a soft chuckle.

And, of course, you both spoke at once.

“Ah, why did you…?”

“I mean, you said provocative, so,” Jungkook blurted out way too fast. “I had fasted because I thought it would be good to take off my… uh…” And now you witnessed the processing of that idea in real time. Hm, taking off your shirt for a photoshoot? Great idea. Taking it off in front of a woman you only kind of knew? Er. And in front of a woman that he…

You looked at him.

Jungkook immediately shut up.

You could see he was mildly regretting yeeting his tank top so far.

This couldn’t end if you didn’t get a grip. So, you got a grip and stepped up, half of your body covering his chest, your left side to his left side. You saw him stiffen, but you ignored it, looking straight ahead to the white paper backdrop behind him. Told yourself to breathe. Then you turned your head and you were staring at Jungkook’s left ear. He had three earrings on this side, but they were plainer compared to the five thicker huggies on his left. He stood shock-still, unsure of what to do even though this was his idea.

“Turn your arm so it shows the tiger lily.”

His head jerked and suddenly Jungkook was looking back at you.

You were so close that you could see his moles clearly, especially the one underneath his soft parted lips.

“You… You noticed the tiger lily?”

It was on the inside of his forearm. You had seen the vibrant orange under your lashes and immediately recognized the distinctive shape. You stared into those chocolate irises, barely moving your lips.

“You like them?” you whispered.

Your breath and his breath, mixing.

“It’s… It’s my birth flower…” Jungkook mumbled, dream-like.

He was both a striking and adorable man.

You smiled.

Not breaking eye contact.

“Take the photo.”

A second of hesitation.

“Ah, r-right.”

But Jungkok didn’t look away.

You felt his left hand by the bulge in your jeans pocket. Those damn almonds. Felt him press the button and wondered why the fuck you were still carrying deez nuts, but those thoughts came and went, not dawdling because you were under Jungkook’s gaze. Not overbearing, not trying to feel you out, but, rather, relaxing as you watched him, curious. That was the word.

Curious.

You leaned in closer, pressing your hip to his.

These goddamn almonds.

Placed your fingertips on his collarbone, casting shadows over his neck and jaw.

His chin tilted down, and now your lashes were lowering and so were his. Heavy with a mood. Acting. Just acting, you reminded yourself. Your brow barely touched his. Nearly nose-to-nose. You felt his hand shift a little, but at this point that was his job to press the button and your job to pretend like this chemistry was natural. His scent really was lovely. His sheets must smell just like him. Must be nice to lay in them and wake up with him beside you.

You whispered into the still air between you and him.

“I don’t really like this side of my face,” you murmured.

Those dark eyes flickered to yours.

“Looks good to me,” Jungkook said delicately.

Your fingertips slipped over the curve of his muscle.

He gasped under you and he tried to hide it, letting his eyelids slide shut. He couldn’t see you now. Couldn’t see you tilt your head just a little more. The faintest movement. His hair brushed against your forehead and temples. The distance between your lips and his was so narrow that you could feel the metal of the silver rings as you spoke once more.

“You can’t hide from me just because you close your eyes.”

A moment of closed lids.

Then.

Those brown irises rising beneath coy lashes.

A second.

You took a step back, mid-smile.

Jungkook’s right hand shot out and gripped your waist, pulling you back.

It happened all at once. The wispy exhale leaving your lungs. The warmth of his touch and strength of his tug making you collide with his body. Your hand stopping yourself, pressed against his sternum, molding to the curves. Your face suddenly centimeters from his, a soft gasp falling from your lips, and those round brown eyes went wide as if he only now realized that actions have consequences, as if this wasn’t the expected result, as if his bold move wouldn’t be met by a bolder one.

The movement had been so fast that strands of his black hair were still falling back onto his forehead.

You angled your head and kissed him.

Not the quick flitting peck that toyed with emotions but the press-to-heart, inhale-and-caress kiss, your hand sliding down, the pad of your middle finger stopping on his nipple. Not moving it, but he shivered against your touch, muffled whine under your lips, and your other hand grazed his hip, fingers dancing along the waistband of his jeans. No hesitation. Mature and sensual, his hair against your temples, yours whisking over his arm, your crotch to his hip.

You moved your left thigh forward.

Jungkook yelped into your mouth and drew back, his cheeks flushing pink.

Your hand slid across his bare back and pulled him back against you. You and him now entangled in a ying-yang embrace, no one able to escape. Traced a circle around his hard nipple and you could feel the trembling against your chest, hear the sharp inhale, watch him bite back a whimper. Your lips and breath followed his jaw as you spoke.

“Now, where do you think you’re going?”

His hand on your waist tightened.

You raised an eyebrow to his stunned expression that seemed more like a cover-up than it was honest. Not a cover-up for ill intentions, no. He was trying to hide something else. Excitement. Ah, that wasn’t it either. You stared into those expressive eyes. Read him like a book. He was…

You smiled.

Pressed your thigh against the hard bulge between his legs.

Jeon Jungkook was horny.

“I…” He completely paused with his mouth open. You waited, dancing your nails over his spine. “I was… I was going to…” His face was getting redder. He was still clutching you, his expression telling you that he couldn’t believe that you had taken that last moment from him. You ticked your head.

Challengingly.

“Go on then. Kiss me like you mean it.”

You wouldn’t have held it against him if he didn’t. Wouldn’t have been salty about it. You could be wrong, after all. Could be, but weren’t, because Jungkook’s brows furrowed, a spark of annoyance flaring through his expression. Flint to flame. You tilted your head back. Making him reach for it.

A sliding clatter.

Your head whipped to follow the sound. The small camera remote shot behind your bodies, hitting the backdrop, stark black against white, and then you felt strong fingers slide into your hair, turning you back to a playful smirk adorned with two silver lip rings.

Jungkook kissed you.

A little bit of desperation, a lot of defiance, and the electric taste of uncertainty, the fear of coming on too strong, but you did him one better, rolling your body into his and pressing back to him. Breathing in his scent, running your fingertips over his skin. Hooking two fingers on his belt loop and pulling him closer even though he couldn’t be any physically closer. It wasn’t enough. The tip of your tongue flitting between his lips, gently asking for more.

His sweet gasp addictive, saturated with the wind of the butterflies in his heart.

You ran your thumb along the top of the waistband, stroking his hot skin, and slipped your tongue into his mouth. His tongue brushed up against yours, sending a delicious wave of shivers through your chest, and you exhaled into his throat, low and slow, tasting him, savoring his quivering whimper, trapped in the heat under bright lights and electric tension. His left hand cupped your head, deepening the kiss, more, another, tongue against tongue, body against body, pulse beating in harmony.

You broke the kiss, but only to breathe and cross your arms.

Pulled up, inside out, stripping off your top and casting it out of the way, your hands already taking Jungkook’s wrists before it hit the ground. He stared down, wide-eyed, sputtering, and you pressed his palms to your sides, shivering at the contact of another. Guided him up, up, gliding your fingers over his and closing them around your breasts.

Jungkook gawked at you, jaw completely slack.

You smirked. “Wanna take a photo like this?”

His eyes narrowed. A touch possessive. It made your smirk grow.

“Fuck no.”

Your chuckle was cut off by another one of his kisses, respectively hard and soft from his piercings and his lips, insistent and heated. His hands squeezing, and you sighed approvingly, letting go so he could explore, running his fingers over your hard nipples. Moaning with you, kiss after kiss, breaking the chain to look down and awe at the way his hands framed your breasts, following the curve, pushing your large nipples with his index fingers, and he groaned, his eyes hazy, kissing you again, harder, hips to hips, that hard bulge fitting between the space of your thighs. Rolling his body into yours, chasing your lips despite you not moving away. Pleas hidden in his thin breath. You hooked a leg around his thigh and you saw his eyelashes flutter, moaning into your mouth, needy and wanting.

“What’s wrong?” you purred.

Grinded against him, lightly thrusting, way past suggestion at this point, stings of pleasure racing through you as his fingers flicked at your nipples, those brown irises glassy and unfocused, struggling to get his bearings.

“O-Oh… fuck…”

You fanned your fingers over his sides, sliding down his shapely back, your touch slipping under the top of his jeans.

“Don’t you wish?”

A shadow of confusion, but you simply rocked his hips into yours, digging your nails into the top of his ass and making him gasp, pressing up against you. Your lips hovering over that trembling mole under his lips, placing a single chaste kiss on his skin.

Airy chuckle.

“I didn’t plan to fuck you, so I didn’t bring protection or anything,” you explained, bouncing your breasts into his muscular chest. “I’m sorry but I can’t take that risk just because you’re cute and I like the way you taste.”

His defeated whine was too delicious to resist.

“But.”

You wanted to feel this heat a little more. Stare into those eyes a little longer. Too fast, other people would say. Fuck off, you would say. Those large brown eyes, that dreamy curious expression, that racing feeling from two electric hearts entangled with lustful friction down below, and you couldn’t ignore it any longer.

“I have some ideas of things we can do.”

You led him back, making him lean against the rectangular pedestal.

“Poses, if you will.”

The way Jungkook smiled make the world sparkle with mirth.

“You cool with that?” you asked, not wanting to continue if there was no desire. His erection threatened to rip his damn jeans, and yet you wanted to hear him say it. Took his hands from your chest and placed them behind him, helping him catch the corners so he didn’t topple over. Placed your hands over his, stroking his knuckles. You lifted your head and Jungkook caught your gaze.

Biting the side of his lower lip and wiggling his eyebrows playfully.

“I’m cool with you.”

Couldn’t help but smirk, leaning in. Lips and tongue and the slow fuck of his soft mouth, devouring his whines as you traced his body lines. His thighs. His sides. Down the center of his chest, your fingertips grazing, your lips leaving his and feathering down his neck. The tremble of his pecs now under your kisses, even the raging beat of his heart, his shallow breath skipping as your tongue tasted him, intoxicated by his scent and the way his body followed your every touch, wordlessly begging for more.

His moan was low and throaty, tapering to a whimper as you unbuttoned his jeans.

Unzipped them, breathing hot over his clothed section, pressing your lips to the strained fabric.

“P-Please…”

Even here, he smelled intentionally clean. Pure. Physically, anyway. Mentally, you doubted it, mostly because Jungkook was practically humping your face in impatience as you wiggled the top of his jeans down his tense thighs.

“Please… anything you want… please, please, do it…”

You pushed his black boxer briefs down.

Washing a burning hot exhale over taut skin and straining veins, making sure to look up at him to see Jungkook checking to see if you were satisfied with what you discovered, then immediately turning red when you caught him, tucking his chin against his shoulder to avoid your gaze. Black hair falling over his eyes. Biting his lip hard, trying to keep his cool.

You licked the dark red head expectantly.

His hips bucked. Gasp torn from his lips. The strong taste spread over your tongue, pre-cum and lust, and you cocked an eyebrow as Jungkook carefully ticked his head back, looking down at you from his peripheral vision, the left side of his lower lip caught between his teeth. He was a sizeable length and girth. Nothing you couldn’t handle and dismantle.

You closed your lips around the swollen head and teased the slit.

“Nrgh…hah…”

Tongue swirling, taking him deeper. Slow, wet, running wet muscle up and down from tip to base, rubbing that thin skin just under the head with persistent pressure and then all the way down to flick out against his balls. Hard then soft. Fuck. That prickling sensation sliding down your back was not a good sign. Molding your tongue to his cock, taking him deep, digging your own grave in the way that everyone hoped for when touching someone for the first time.

The taste, the scent, the lust.

The earnestness of him trying to hold himself back, wanting to succumb to your tight mouth and persistent desire rather than heedlessly chase his own pleasure. Trusting you and trusting that you could get him there.

Fuck.

You wanted to hiss, have some common sense, but your mouth was full of his dick so that wasn’t happening.

“You’re so hot, oh, fuck… fuck…”

Glanced up and saw Jungkook was staring down at you, your face, your tits, your knees planted down firmly. Your hands were on his thighs, keeping him steady as you took him in your mouth, deep to hit your throat and squeeze around the head, up across the roof of your mouth with your tongue rubbing against the underside, your lips catching at the base of the tip and brushing against the throbbing skin, his moan hitching, so sexy, so dreamy, so sublime in its rawness, unfiltered and untainted by expectation.

Well.

You hadn’t expected to suck off Jeon Jungkook in the middle of the photoshoot either.

Life finds a way.

There wasn’t room or time to laugh at your inappropriate thoughts so you went back to focusing on keeping that pressure, that building pace, pulling your shoulders back and driving them forward to diffuse the impact of the force you were exerting. Close, hearing it in his rough voice. Seeing his head tilting back, black hair and tan skin glimmering with sweat. His toned chest flexed, his shoulders strained, and suddenly you realized that it was your name in that needy, desperate tone. Your name falling out of shaking lips, followed by so good, fuck, you’re so good. Your name melting into his moan, filling his lungs, each breath drenched with potent, carnal desire. You were used to that.

What you weren’t used to was this sudden unbearable craving to hear Jungkook say it again.

And again.

Him, specifically.

Fuck.

He came with a groan, his head falling so far back that you could barely see his face, his hips thrusting up and your lips closing in. Thick spurts, messy spasms, squishing saliva and cum into the back of your throat. Strong and surprisingly delicious. An obvious tingle dispersing up the insides of your spread thighs, the pulse of his shuddering length mirroring your lower body.

Want me more.

Licking all around, swallowing, gripping his shaking hips so he couldn’t escape you, encouraged by his delicate but still compliant whimpers. There was an undertone here. How long? How long had he felt these sparks? How long had he dreamed for them to become fire? Was it after your bodies had touched or after you walked in and took off your jacket?

Before that?

You pulled back, your tongue lingering, swirling around his stiff, twitching length.

Those glassy brown eyes would tell you anything right now.

“I don’t want to stop here,” you murmured, staring into the windows of his soul.

“Please, d-don’t…” Breathless, panting, erotic. “I–”

Your fingers wrapped around his girth and pumped him.

“A-Ah!”

Calmly leaned in and curled your tongue around his balls, scooping them into your mouth, all while twisting your hand. Base to tip, creating a tight seal with the residual saliva. He wasn’t prepared. You could visibly watch the ecstasy ripple up from his core to his shocked expression, his eyes rolling back and his head falling, flushed lips quivering, hardly breathing as you held both with his balls with your lips and danced your tongue over them. Rapid strokes. Wet slick. Switching from one and then the other, humming to provide a strumming vibration. Changing the direction of your tongue and the pressure of your lips before switching again, from left to right, all the while keeping a firm, steady pace on his cock.

“Oh, s-shit, what, a-aaah… Your m-mouth is insane, wha…?”

Chasing a feeling.

His high and maybe it could be your pride, your ego, whatever. Sin. The immense satisfaction of watching someone unravel. Jungkook made it beautiful, surreal with his deep but clear voice, dreamy with his hard body lines and soft trembling against you, trying so hard to be so good and not disturb your hard work so he could get the most out of it.

So he could savor your desire for him.

So he could bask in it.

So he could want it more.

“I-I, ah, I’m gonna cum again, please, please, please let me cum in your mouth, ple–”

The fuck was Jeon Jungkook so stupid hot for?

The slight irritation must have shown on your face and it did nothing to stop him, his head snapping back and suddenly he was burning under your gaze. You popped your mouth off and left a trail of spit down his legs, sliding your tongue out to hover under the dark purple-red head of his throbbing cock, pushing him to the edge, hard, fast, racing, I’m so close, you’re so sexy, oh, fuck, that racing prickling down your spine and a heady haze invading all your thoughts, the kind of haze that made you forget common sense, forget the earlier events of the day, and forget even the previous apprehension of being so close to someone you didn’t know too well.

Now you knew a lot.

Heh.

He could see it and you could feel it, the warm streak streaming across your tongue, another splattering before you pressed the flinching head to your mouth, hearing his ragged moan and hiking whimpers, oversensitive and overstimulated and willfully drowning in it, feels so fucking good, your lips are so soft, a-ah, swallowing and grazing your lips over him, faint but so wet, sucking off your saliva and replacing the wetness with kisses, making his body twist and writhe, unable to take it all but wanting to, needing to so damn bad that he thrust into your face, smearing your cheek with leaking cum and spit.

Jungkook moaned so fucking loud that you swore security was about to walk into the rented studio space and catch you pinning him down.

“Hey, hey,” you chided, crawling back up his body, gripping his shoulders. “Don’t lose your mind–”

His lips collided with yours and silenced your words, lip piercings electrifying the contact, kissing you again and again, surely tasting himself but you had no time to warn or complain, suddenly feeling hurried hands fumbling with your jeans, slipping, stumbling, too much haste and too much lust, mumbling against your lips.

“Stop me, stop me if you don’t want it,” he was saying and there was no need, but you appreciated him saying it all the same, fighting with his grasp to undo the fastenings yourself, and then his fingertips found your hot skin. You sucked in a tight breath. Jeans heavy enough to fall down your thighs, and then two fingers hooking on each side of your barely-there, bikini-cut black panties, a second and then gone, now shivering at the rush of cool air on your damp heat.

The moment before he touched you.

Your gaze caught his under lashes, and his eyes shifted back up to you, his lips brushing against yours.

“I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone this fast and this bad,” he gasped.

Honestly, you couldn’t really think about anyone else but Jeon Jungkook right now.

“Me neither.”

You grabbed his right hand and shoved two of his fingers into your pussy.

Middle and ring finger, gasping at the full feeling and the slick ease, pushing him up to his knuckles right away. The response was immediate. His eyes widening, your inner walls closing in around them, your juices dripping onto the silver ring on his index finger, hoping he was okay with that. Thankfully, it was a plain band so there wasn’t much irritating friction when you began to roll your hips into his hand. He thrust upwards, shooting a wave of pleasure through you, and you snapped your head up, exhale laced with the sting of hunger.

“S-Sorry, I got excit–”

You grabbed his head and shut him up, driving his fingers into you to indicate the deep and intense pace you desired before diving into his lips, catching his tongue and sucking on it. You had expected him to be strong and he did not disappoint. It was a rough ride and you rode it with ease, with wild greed, with commitment of your full body, hips and back and teasing his tongue, one hand tangled in his hair and the other gripping his hard forearm just in case you needed to tell him to adjust or stop.

His muscle was like iron.

You glanced down, seeing ink shadowed by your vicious grip. He must work out. Had to with this amount of control and how hard he was flexing right now. Looked back up and Jungkook was watching you, curious of your attention shift, and then you felt his forearm pulse.

Teasing you.

A flash of mischief in those dark brown orbs.

You narrowed your eyes and nipped at his lower lip.

Still felt him smirk though.

Punk.

But there was no time, inhaling sharply as you came in violent pulses, your pussy molding around his fingers and squeezing tightly. Your slick juices sticking to the inside of your thighs despite his hand being there, your skin tingling hot even with the aggressive air conditioning, your lips pressing into his. Shuddering, eyes closing, heartbeat pounding in your throat, alive.

Fuck.

“F… Fuck…”

Jungkook didn’t scold you about your unladylike language, at least.

“Can I…?”

He asked you something but the afterglow was leaving you lust-drunk, simply agreeing and turning around. His wet fingers trailed over your hip, your thigh, and then back to where they had been between your legs. His other hand on your lower abdomen, pressing your ass back and you finally understood, half-smiling when you felt his semi-hard cock sliding between the dip in your ass. His whimpering gasp, letting go of your torso to adjust himself behind you. Now the wet head was tucked in the space just under your tailbone. An obscene scene, his two fingers sliding back into your pussy, ah, so full, and his hand returned to your chest, pinching your nipples. His forehead hit your shoulder, forcing you to arch your back.

His moan heated your shoulder blades, desperation pitching as he rolled his hips into your ass.

“F-Feels so good, your skin is so soft–”

You reached back and pushed the sides of your ass together, creating a deeper channel.

“A-Ah, oh, fuck, fuuuuuuuck…”

You were about to say something but then you realized the camera was still on.

The remote was meters away so no photos were being taken. The monitor was still on though, and you could clearly see yourself with Jungkook’s left hand all over your breasts, your hard nipples pinched and tugged at, his tattooed forearm over your lower belly and crotch while you held your ass in position for his hardening cock to rut behind you.

Your hair was a gotten mess, leaving your face in tangled shadow.

The top of his black hair was balanced on your shoulder.

His forehead was pretty damn sweaty but you didn’t even care.

His hand between your legs slipping, the two fingers now atop your swollen clit, rubbing softly, harder, your voice hoarse with exertion, and he did exactly as you asked, building up the pace, your nipples stiffening even more at his actions and causing sparks to dance in your blood, your breath shallowing, falling into it, letting go, your hair tumbling back onto his shoulder and closing your eyes, diving into the pleasure, wave after wave, feeling him harden against you, his strong thighs behind yours, somehow holding you up through sheer willpower.

You gasped his name, delicate and breathless, and Jungkook moaned behind you.

Slick becoming slicker, the scent of sweet-sour lust saturating the air, sticking to the insides of your thighs.

Should have brought a damn condom.

His hand left your tingling chest and you felt the head of his cock throb, smearing even more pre-cum between your ass. The aftershocks of orgasm stung through you, leaving you faint and woozy. He kept rubbing against your skin, rock-hard, whimpering, mumbling under his ragged breath.

It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you.

“Can I… Can I cum on your ass? Please? Please, I…”

Was it possible to fall in love with someone for being an insatiable horndog?

You had to laugh. It sounded more like an airless wheeze. Nice. If that didn’t lock him down, you next words had to be the ticket.

“Are you a freak?”

You turned around to face him and Jungkook shrugged, chewing on his lower lip.

“I am now?” he admitted in uncertain question.

You grinned. “Lucky you, ‘cause so am I.”

Then you pointed to the active monitor to remind him that the camera was, in fact, still on, enjoying every second of his face turning shades of deeper and deeper pink with his hand still around his hard dick. He had such adorable wide-eyed shock. You yanked him up, both of you still entangled with your pants down your shins, and yet it was just a fun obstacle at the time (although much later you would wonder why you hadn’t simply kicked them off). Shuffled to switch places, balancing your lower abdomen and crotch on the top of the rectangular pedestal, bending over with your ass in the air.

This was probably the best action this studio was getting in its entire existence.

Blessed, truly.

You turned your head to make sure you were in frame, not putting much pressure but just enough to not fall over, arching your back to have your breasts look their best, exposing their full perky shape, reaching back to spread your pussy lips for Jungkook to look at as he jacked off.

You were, as they say, a generous sex goddess.

“W-Woah!”

You smirked as his attention was completely diverted from the equipment, forgetting to be embarrassed, his jaw dropping as you flexed your opening, letting out a shaky breath as you heard the wetness echo in the silence. Tightening your core, releasing, and you could see his grip tense, moving, his lashes lowering. The pleasure was palpable from the heavy scent of sex to the sound of hand on taut skin. Jungkook was standing slightly beside your legs, every so often grazing the dripping, tender head to the top of your ass, moaning wantonly at the contact. You could clearly see the rapid movement of his arm, could sense the speed and power and desperation, fiercely chasing orgasm with his eyes roaming over your back, ass, pussy, back up to the monitor to stare at your obviously hard nipples, and if someone walked in right now you would most certainly snarl at them to wait for Jungkook to finish.

They would probably be too shell-shocked at this literal porno-vid-to-real-life to even say anything but never mind that.

You stiffened reflexively as you felt his searching fingers glide over your slit. Checked and his eyes were rolling back, groaning as he felt your muscle control, mumbling something about wanting to put his cock in your pussy so bad, not right now, I can’t, I can’t, I w-wouldn’t last, a-ah, I have to be good for you, shivers racing through your body at the suggestion, a craving created, and you gave in, sighing dreamily, his finger circling your sensitive clit, the pulse thudding under his touch, and you moaned for him, asking for it.

Which was how you ended up orgasming again with Jungkook stroking your clit and shooting out a stream of hot cum over your ass, pitching forward and smearing it up your back.

Dripping all over you.

“D-Don’t stop…” you gasped out.

Not shying away from the overwhelm and instead aching for it.

His fingers pumped in and out of your wet tightness, your walls spasming at the extended pleasure, barely registering him lifting himself up so he didn’t crush you into the pedestal, rocking your hips back so he struck deeper, harder, and then you yelped, hazy vision clearing suddenly at the feeling of hot tongue to your back.

The surprise made you freeze as you spotted Jungkook in the monitor.

His dark eyes followed yours as he licked his cum off your ass, devious mouth trailing kisses.

Well.

Shit.

An intense high bolted through you and you gasped, knees buckling, pussy clenching around his fingers and throwing your head back, drawn-out moan bursting out of your lungs, clutching the corners for balance and perhaps just to orient to reality, the impossibility and sinfulness of the situation blossoming into a vicious orgasm that crawled up your legs, your arms, chewing throughout your lungs, mounting pleasure as Jungkook pulled a finger out to press against your clit.

He must have felt it.

His warm moan heating your lower back, the delicate pad of his fingertip sensing the brutality of the throbs ransacking you. Even you were witness, the camera monitor revealing everything, seeing the tendons of your neck pop and your collarbones prominent. Lashes low, pink tongue sliding out of your flushed lips, the memory of his unique kiss lingering and making you dream of him already.

You had run out of witty things to say.

Thoughts in general currently obsolete.

“H-Hah…”

Your hands slid down, still shaking from the fallout of the afterglow.

“L-Let me… Let me go to the bathroom and get you something to c-clean up,” Jungkook panted, attempting to get to his feet very unsteadily. You made a noise of agreement, breathing hard although not very loudly, pushing your hair back. It was doomed. You were hunched over and the tousled wave simply fell back, but you let it be because at the moment post-nut clarity was setting in.

Bro.

You just fucked Jeon Jungkook in the middle of the photoshoot.

Pushing off, standing on legs that had the structural integrity of soft tofu, wondering why you also had brains of soft tofu as well. For fuck’s sake. What happened to getting a grip? You yanked at your jeans, not quite pulling them all the way up yet. How old were you now? Surely true adults aren’t this deranged. Surely over the years you would have learned to not fuck a guy you barely knew. And completely sober!

Your stomach growled.

The hunger was not only sexual, it seemed.

Your hand hit the left pocket of your jeans. The crunch of plastic. You frowned, reaching in and pulling out a small package of almonds. You stared at it. Wow. Seriously. The mascot on the almonds looked way too jovial for how disheveled you were right now. You stomach clawed at your insides upon seeing the food.

Fuck it.

Jungkook came back to you holding the handful of almonds and chomping away.

The plastic was on the ground. Actual litter. You would pick it up later. Eat first. He was still shirtless. You wondered if he ran into anyone. You found that you didn’t really care as long as he only thought about you. Seemed like he did, because he skidded to a stop, looking terribly concerned.

You popped another almond in your mouth.

“Uh…”

Shit, you really liked him.

His brows knitted together. “I got some tissues. And paper towels, in case your back…”

You took the tissues and wiped between your legs, still holding the unsalted nuts with your left hand. “I probably need a shower. No one is gonna know you came on me anyway.” Chew, chew. Damn, you super liked him. Shit. Jungkook hovered next to you, not wanting to leave. You usually hated that but not with him. Oh, no. You pretended that you weren’t going to give up all responsibilities to fuck him seven days a week even though you barely knew him. Well, you knew what he was like in bed.

Really fuckin’ good.

Heh.

Technically not in a bed yet, but, eh, semantics.

“I’m really hungry,” you remarked.

“Me too,” Jungkook nodded, but he was still stuck to you, as close as he could be without clinging onto you. Trying to be cool about it. You glanced at him and he looked away quickly, feigning like he hadn’t been staring. Your jeans weren’t buttoned, but they were hanging off your hips. Ah, that explained it. You hadn’t handed him the wad of used tissues despite him clearly showing that he would help you with that gladly.

You fisted the rest of the almonds.

No, not actually.

Fine, you dumped the remainder into your mouth. Chewed thoughtfully. “I have a question and I want a truthful answer,” you mused, directing your gaze at him. Jungkook peeked back through his curls of mostly dry black hair. Must have wiped off his sweat. “Did you plan this?”

He shook his head very quickly and straightforwardly. “No, I didn’t. I swear.”

You believed him. “Never thought about it?”

His hesitation was glaringly obvious.

“Um…”

You waited.

“Y-Yeah… but it was hard to approach you… and I didn’t even think you remembered me.”

You frowned. “Of course, I remember you. I’ve seen you often. You’re not easy to miss.”

His ears were bright red. “O… Oh…”

You thought about it. There weren’t many opportunities for Jeon Jungkook and you to be alone. Then… The cheerful trickster face of the tattoo artist popped into your head.

You frowned slightly. “Did he plan this?”

The possibility seemed to have dawned on Jungkook. He looked surprised and then confused. “I never said… was it that night, when we were drinking at four in the morning…?” His dark brows furrowed. “I don’t remember what happened that night…”

You stared at him.

He slowly slipped from his thoughts and looked back at you, somewhat terrified at your intensity.

You told him exactly what you thought.

“You’re an idiot.”

He sputtered. “H-Hey!”

You shrugged. “Still wanna fuck you though. With condoms. Wanna come back to mine?”

“W-Wait…what?”

“Actually, we should grab something to eat first because I can’t live off only almonds. I’ll die.”

It wasn’t until you were fully dressed and Jungkook was yanking his tank top back on did you look more closely at the monitor screen. After clean up and kisses and light teasing (much to Jungkook’s dismay but he better get used to it if he wanted to be around you), you peered at the narrow column of previews on the side, tilting your head at the last one taken.

Uh.

“Jungkook?”

He was scrambling around behind you, snatching something off the ground. Oh, right, the camera remote he threw. “Huh? Ah!” You heard a thud and swearing. Must have run into the pedestal in his haste to get to you. You ignored his chaotic grumbling and used the mouse to click on the preview, expanding it.

Oh, you know.

Just you and Jeon Jungkook kissing for the first time in high definition.

You raised your eyebrows as he bounded up behind you, what, what, what, then skidding to a dead stop, centimeters from your crouched form. You stuck your tongue in your cheek. He must have pressed the button when it happened.

“Accident?”

Turned your head to look at him.

Those big peepers shifted awkwardly.

You blinked again, agonizingly slow.

“Uh… Yeah…?” he cautiously answered.

Believable.

Not.

You straightened and crossed your arms, giving him a look. Thoroughly intimidating. Jungkook blinked very fast and looked like he was trying not to enjoy it, which did not help you in maintaining the front. This fucking little shit. Or, rather, tall and muscular – never mind. You clicked your tongue and ticked your head to the screen.

“What were you gonna do with it? Frame it?”

He shrugged veeeery slowly. Raising his hands with his shrug as he replied.

“Maaaaaaaybe?”

You tried not to snort in laughter. It was very difficult. Sigh. He was so freaking annoying. And what was worse was that you liked it. Fuck. Maybe you hit delirium. Damn almonds. You wouldn’t have been so weak for Jeon Jungkook if it wasn’t for those fuckin’ almonds creating your aggravating morning.

Hm.

That had to have been the fattest lie you have ever told yourself.

“Can you just have a meal with me so I don’t have to tell everyone the reason we’re dating is because we fucked during the photoshoot?”

He started speaking very fast and stumbling on his words, Busan satoori slipping out. “Oh! We’re dating? Yes! I mean… yes, please! Wait… are we going to your place too, I mean, I would like to but I understa–”

Well.

You should remember you got yourself into this, bro.

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The Real Reason (KidKiller X Reader) P3

Plot: Ever since you started dating Kid and Killer, the captain has refused to visit any brothels. That wouldn't normally be a problem but the crew isn't aloud to go without their captains and first mates supervision causing the crew to resent you eventhough your not stopping the captain from going. Its time for you to force the reason out of him.

Warning: Sexual themes but no smut (NSFW) stuff, bad language, Violence, Death, Drinking, seduction, description of girls and Making out.

Reader is Female (sorry), Kid X Killer X Reader, poly relationship, established relationship.

P1 - P2

The sun's starting to set and most of the crew are drunk or passed out on sofa's around the Brothel but the place was unwilling to kick any of them out since their bringing in lots of money, those who are asleep have a buddy with them at all times since you out right told everyone you won't be holding their hand anymore and if they get in trouble then tough shit. It worked out well though, you can finally relax and have some fun with your two friends and get drunk until Kid and Killer show up. Wire's the most sober out of the three of you but he's still a little tipsy laughing at you and Heat playfully argue over something stupid. At this point you've forgotten what you were arguing about but the two of you were already locked in a pushing battle, sitting on your knees facing each, the two of you have locked hand trying to push each other over while growling and laughing at each other. Heat lifts his arms up pulling your hands with him almost making you fall forward almost hitting the sofa cushion but you manage to steady yourself and push yourself to be up right again. "What's wrong Tiny? Need a step ladder to take me on?" Heat laughs only to almost fall forward himself when you force his hands back down to shoulder level while leaning forwards a bit but despite being slightly drunk the stitched man manages to regain his balance and pushing back against you. "Sorry but you'll need a brain to win this match scarecrow" You tease getting him let out a chuckle, the two of you continue to bicker while trying to push the other over as Wire some times laughs at the comments you two make until the doors open and two sets of heavy feet steps walk over.

The three of you look over to see Kid and Killer walking over to your small group both wearing different clothes than this morning, since Heat is distracted you easily push him back earning a slight yelp from the scarred man before jumping off the sofa and running over to the two. Kid lets out a chuckle opening his coat letting you crash into the two of them where your hands wrap around their waist. The smell of their Cologne's fills your nose making you hum in delight, you can tell their both wearing the ones you got them, Kids being Cherry Punk and Killers being Amoris Punk, the two smells working perfectly together but you do notice a hint of iron there too. It's not unusual for Kid to smell of iron but it is for Killer which means they've differently spilled blood, it must be why they've changed clothes. You push thoses thoughts aside though looking up at the two of them with a pout a little mad that it took them to long to get here. "You took your sweet ass time" You comment with a huff as Killer wraps an arm around your waist and Kid pulls some of his red feather coat around you. "Sorry, we... lost track of time" Killer's shoulders shake as he tries to contain his laughter seeing your pouting face, the two know your drunk at this point since it's the only time you pout while your mad, but they won't complain since it's nice to see you relax. "I'll get you guys some drinks, Heat come help" Wire stands placing his empty mug down and grabbing Heats shirt pulling his friend up from the sofa and over to the bar giving the three you a wink on the way.

Killer gives him a nod in thanks before pulling away from the two of you and holding out a jacket for you, raising an eyebrow you take it but keep your eyes on the masked man trying to hold your pout. "Hopefully this will make up for us being late and keep the drunk ass holes away from you" The masked man runs his hand from your waist to your back before nodding to the jacket in your hands, looking over the jacket you notice the back has two big patches stitched onto it, the top one is the Kid pirates skull and cross bones while the bottom one is Killers symbol. Your eyes light up as a smile forms on your face looking over the hand made patches "This is so cool, thank you" You smile up the two while putting the jacket on, Killer's neck goes a little red as Kid laughs patting his back, the captain goes to say something only for you to jump up at the two and wrap your arms around their necks. The two quickly catch you and hold you up by your waist stopping you from pulling them down or having to strain your legs as you barely stand on your tip toes to hug them "Thank you so much, i love it. You two are the best" Kissing their shoulders and necks you keep the two close even though Killer is starting to heat up like a furnace under your praises. "See I told you she'd like it, You were worried about nothing" Kid grins over to Killer who shoves his mask covered face into your neck as if the mask isn't already covering his blushing cheeks, pulling away from the two they let you back on your feet where you place a hand on Killers mask where his cheek would be making him look at you "You made this? For me?" Your heart fills with warmth, its normal for Kid to make things for the two of you but Killer shows his love in other ways.

He's more of an act of service kind of man but you couldn't be happier, you've never had a hand made gift off Killer before so just like the stuff Kid gives you, you'll cherish it for life or wear it until its warn out beyond repair. Rubbing the back of his head the masked man turns his head away from you and nods, shying away from you but you bring him back to you by stepping closer letting your chest press-up against his as your hand guides his face back to you. Lean up you place your hand on his chest before placing your lips on his mask where his lips would be, his hand goes around your waist again as you linger a little before pulling away slightly to see though the holes and into his blue eyes. "Thank you, Kill, i love it" You smile seeing his neck go even redder but his eyes soften, Kid pats the masked man on the back before putting an arm around his shoulder with a laugh "Don't get all flustered now" He teases leaning into Killer's neck and placing a firm kiss earning a growl off the masked man who grips the captain's coat secretly pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. "And thanks for this, it's been working like a charm" You giggle running your fingers over the hickey on your neck earning a big grin from Kid who pulls your hand away from your neck to look it over "Good, i guess i don't have to worry anymore" He whispers mainly to himself but it makes you soften your eyes while bring you hand off Killers chest to place it on his cheek.

Kid grabs your waist pulling you over and into his chest before crashing his lips onto yours causing you to let out a small squeak at his sudden action. Killer lets out a huff of a laugh while shaking his head, but he's glad Kid is now relaxed enough to be in a place like this again. Leaning into the kiss you wrap an arm around his neck while the other runs over his chest, lightly digging your nails into his skin earning a gruff hum of satisfaction. Kid shoves his tongue into your mouth as his grip tightens on you earning a slight moan from you as you gladly let him do what he wants until he pulls away for air. "Maybe i should leave another just in case" The captain smirks down at you but Killer pats his back before taking his arm "Come on, lets sit, i need a drink" The masked man shakes his head at the two of you while dragging you both to the sofa. Flopping down onto the sofa Kid patting the space next to him while pulling you onto his lap letting you lean your back against his metal arm as Killer sits down next to his captain adjusting his long hair as to not sit on it the wrong way. Kid put his arm around the masked mans shoulders pulling him in closer to nip at his neck, your glad he's no longer stressed about coming here but you do wonder what happened back on the ship to make him act this way. He's normally like this behind closed doors but out in public it takes him either a few drinks or a really good battle to get him this affectionate, you won't complain or bring it up though since your enjoying it way too much.

With a relaxed sigh you lay your head on Kids shoulder as Killer grabs your legs and pulls them onto his lap letting his hand run up and down them some times grabbing your thigh or calf when Kid finds the right spot to nip at. The captain only stops when Heat and Wire come back with several mugs handing them out to the three of you, your surprised that even drunk Heat managed to remember the straw for Killer's drink. "Any trouble while we were gone?" Kid asks as he removes his arm from around the masked man to grab his beer mug and take a big swing, Heat and Wire both shake their heads as the two sit back down on the other sofa "Not really, We all made it quite clear that if they get into trouble its on them. Or as Y/n put it, Don't come crying to mama" Wire states with a chuckle, shaking your head you lean against Kid's chest keeping the beer mug on your lap for now "I didn't think they'd take me seriously but it seems they have" You state still surprised no one has started a fight yet, Killer squeezes your leg giving you a small nod glad that you've been able to relax and that the crew respect you well enough to listen. "So urm.... Do i dare ask what shape the Victoria's in?" Heat asks sinking into the sofa hoping it will swallow him hole but Kid lets out a chuckle and shakes his head "The ships fine, in fact i think it looks brand new" You raise an eyebrow at this while turning to look Kid over, his smirk is more sinister than normal, Killer sighs and lightly elbows the captain in the side before turning to you "What did you tell them?" You should have knows he would figure out quickly that you spilled the beans but at least he wasn't mad, just a little frustrated, Kid on the other hand tensed up a bit while his metal arm squeezed your side.

With a smile you pat Kid's chest to reassure him, you know he's worried you would have told Wire and Heat about what he said but you know better and you wouldn't do that to him. "I told them what the crew have seen saying and doing, thats all" The two relax at your words and Kid releases your waist a little before moving his face into you neck giving it a kiss, Heat groans kicking his feet up and placing them on the table while Wire grips his mug tighter "Those assholes" The two say in unison taking a swing of their beer "How many crew member's have we lost?" Wire asks with a small smirk as Kid pulls his head out from your neck to let out a laugh, his friends know him to well but surprisingly he didn't kill all of them "Only a few that refused to apologist and.... Kept saying stuff" The captain seemed happy at first but then his smile dropped thinking about how some of the new members of the crew thought it was ok to still call you names and accuse their captain of being soft. Killer puts his arm around Kid squeezing his shoulder a little "The newbies are gone but the others will be staying, although they'll be on clean up duties for a while, thats all we'll say about this" The masked man is clam like always but the three of you know that he's still a little angry by his tense shoulders and the way his hand is stiffly grabbing your knee, Heat lets out a laugh breaking the tension "That's perfect, I won't have to do the drains tomorrow" The stitched man smiles making light of the situation as Wire chuckles and nod in agreement.

Laying your head on Kids shoulder the group relaxes and talks about anything and everything while drinking and having a laugh, none of the working girls interrupted the group or tried to flit with Kid which made the captain very happy as he holds you on his lap some times attacking your neck with kisses or bite making you laugh and try to push him away. "Hay sorry to interrupt but i kinda need your opinion on something, N/N." Hip's voice makes you jump slightly and place a hand on your chest before turning around to look at the blonde girl leaning on the arm of the sofa behind you but her eyes are fixed on the surrounding room. Kid lets out a chuckle prompting Killer to jab his side with his elbow knowing what the blonde girls need your help with, Everyone on the crew knows that if they can't decide on something then they should come to you especially in a place like this. "The black haired girl or the pixie cut girl?" Hip whispers pointing the two out while slightly hiding behind you so they won't see, the groups head's turn to look over at the two working girls. The black hired girl has a few tattoos and a tight black dress showing off her figure along with flat black shoes, her hair's straight and quite shiny, the light bounces off it perfectly as she walks over to a table and places down some beer mugs. The Pixie cut girl has glitter shorts that show off the bottom of her bum cheeks and a tight crop top that really shows off her chest along with a gold necklace that hangs down and under the shirt, her high heals make her long legs look even longer as she leans against the bar talking to a drunk man.

Wire whistles while looking the two over making Kid lean his head back in laughter "Hard chose, you know how to pick em" The captain slaps Hip on the back making her almost fall into you but she manages to catch herself and rub her now sore back "Thanks captain?" She tilts her head to the side not sure if she should be thanking him for that. Killer sighs looking away from the two girls while placing a hand on your leg seeing your eyes scan and analyze the two. "Giving or receiving?" you suddenly ask not taking your eyes off the two girls until Heat speaks up with a laugh "Does that really matter?" The stitched man asks as Hip ponders for a moment, looking over at Heat you simply nod already knowing who's best for what. "Urm... Both" Hip finally answers looking over at the two working girls, with a smile you tilt your head back to look at Hip whose cheeks are slightly pink as she waits for your answer. "Black hair" You state making the blonde girl smile and wrap her arms around your neck giving you a hug "Thanks Y/n your the best" She happily says before pushing off you and running off to talk to the black haired girl, Kid lets out another laugh before bending his head down to your neck humming into it, his hand on your waist going tighter. "I don't normally question your judgment on this but are you sure? The Pixie cut girl seems way more relaxed around the girls so doesn't that mean she's more experienced with them?" Heat asks leaning on the arm of the sofa to get closer to you not wanting anyone outside of the group to hear, letting out a laugh you grab Kid's shirt keeping him close to you as he starts to kiss your neck.

Turning to Heat you try your best to explain your thought posses hoping it won't be too complicated or his drunk mind. "Yes i'm sure, Pixie cut is new, she hasn't found her style yet, and she's over confident to make up for her lack of experience, She's nervous around the men , yes but only sticks her chest out around them, as for the girls she's friendly not flirty which means she see's the girls more of observers than money in her pocket" You explain while enjoying Kids smirk against your neck and Killers hand running up and down your leg some times squeezing your thigh. Heat raises a brow before looking over at both girls again only to find the black haired girl and Hip were now gone, The Pixie cut girl however was with another group of men sitting on one of their laps with a sweet smile, despite her giggling he did notice slight tension in her shoulders and legs. "As for the black haired girl, she takes very good care of herself, clean tattoo's, silky hair, she's modest but some of her tattoos indicate she is or was a rebel. There's a small lump where her belly button is indicating she has a piercing there but her ears aren't pierced which means she likes to keep some things a surprise, so she most likely has a tongue Piercing or... other piercings" You state with a wink on your last bit giving him an idea of what you mean, his eyes widen at your analysis making you laugh and lean into Kid as he bites the hickey he left this morning trying to push him off you "Such a smart ass" Kid chuckles into your neck gripping onto you tight so you won't get away.

The others go back to talking as you smack Kid's chest getting him to pull away from your neck, you go to make comment but his lips connect with yours as his tongue pushes into your mouth. You let out a hum while moving your tongue with his but decide to act up a bit since he stopped you from talking, removing your tongue from his mouth you lightly bite his causing his to growl into you, opening your eyes they meet with his slightly pisses off ones glaring back at you. With a small laugh you let go of his tongue before moving over to his ear "What's wrong? Cat got you tongue" you whisper as his metal hand grips your waist as his other one slides up to your neck taking a hold of it "Behave" He orders bringing you back to face him, so he can shove his lips back onto yours, it's a much more forceful kiss but you can't complain, after a few heavy kisses he pulls away to glare at you again only for you to run your hand up his arm and over his hand thats still on your neck. "Yes captain" You whisper causing Kid to smirk while letting out a gruff hum while releasing your neck "Get me a drink" He orders liking the power he holds over you, leaning into his ear you place a kiss just under it "Yes captain" You whisper once again earning that same gruff hum as you stand up and head over to the bar ordering the next round of drinks, You only order for Kid, Killer and Heat since You and Wire don't want a massive hangover tomorrow morning.

Kid keeps an eye on you as you wait at the bar for the drink but is happy to see the drunks leave you alone as soon as they see the patches on your jacket, Killer puts an arm around Kid trying to bring his attention back to the group instead of worrying about you. Its seems to work since Wire gets the captain hooked into a conversation as you come back the with drinks handing them out to the others. Before you can sit down Killer pats his lap then holding his hand out to you wanting your attention for a bit which your more than happy to provide, taking his hand the masked man pulls you onto his lap as Kid pulls your legs onto his lap using them to lean on as he continues his conversation with the other two. "Hay baby" Killer whispers as his arm wraps around your waist keeping you pressed up against his chest, "Hay hun" You whisper back while wrapping your arm around his neck to lightly comb though his long blonde hair with your fingers, laying your head on his shoulder you relax into the man. "Thanks again for the jacket, i love it" You whisper after a short silence, his grip on you tightens bringing you even closer if thats even possible but it doesn't hurt, in fact it feels great to have him hold you so tight "I was working on it for a while, was gonna give it to you on your birthday but-" Killer stops talking instead letting out a soft sigh of content as you start to place kisses on his neck along with lite bites "No need to explain. Your too good to me, Kill, I love you" You whisper into his neck as the masked man leans into you wanting more of your affection "I love you to baby" He whispers back while squeezing your side, telling you not to stop the love your giving him.

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can i req skz reaction to 9th member drunk gn!reader alcohol made they sensitive, they started to cry and apologized for skills vocal/ rap/ dance with time spent and poor memory but end with apologize for stealing snacks (ΦωΦ)

my english so bad hope u get it (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠；⁠)

title -> drunk thoughts or sober words pair -> ot8!skz + 9th member!reader (gender neutral) genre -> angsty at first but fluffy in the end :] | hurt/comfort lowercase intended + no warnings a/n -> MY FIRST REQUEST yippeee, i'm so excited and i hope it meets your expectations<3 if it's not, i can obviously rewrite it! just let me know! also don't be harsh on your english bb, i'm not a native speaker either and i try my best every day for it to be good lmao

i knew as soon as the night began that this wouldn't end well (at least for me). the more we talked and spent time together, the more drinks that were being poured and oh god, did my members change personalities when they drank. of course not wanting to be left behind, i drank as well.

maybe a bit too much? i don't know, i'm not good at keeping track of things when i was in this certain mood. my thoughts started to consume immediately, i wished it would've been just one bad thought that tried to get me but it felt like a million in one moment. the dreaded one was that i did not deserve to be in stray kids with all these talented guys when i was just not in the same lane as them. when chan chose me, i knew i had to give it my all, but now another era coming by soon, all the teasers filmed and ready to go, just looking at them i wondered what was i doing in this group in the first place.

i didn't want to think it was out of pity.

but sometimes it led me to believe that it was the only coherent thought.

alcohol wasn't for me huh? and just as soon as i'm doubting myself, the conversation turns serious.

"thank you all for being my bandmates, i couldn't ask for a better team." chan said and i bit my lip as i tried to not let my sensitive side take over (mixing with the sadness in my chest).

"wow our leader is getting sappy again, are we surprised?" minho responded as he mocked him with his tone and chan just pushed him. everyone was in their own world, either talking, drinking even more or just having a good time their own way. i could feel a pair of eyes on me though and it was none other than felix. he followed every move i made and i couldn't even look at him in the eye 'cause i knew i would break down.

that's when he got closer to me, changing seats with changbin and looked at me sincerely with those hopeful eyes of his.

"you know you can talk to me right? i know you're a sensitive kind of drunk." he said trying to lift up my mood and i tried to laugh but it came as a choked out sob. "hey, look at me it's okay just let it out." he repeated to me and i just fell into his arms, the embrace that i needed to let my frustrations out.

"i don't know what happened, it's like suddenly i got so insecure about everything." i said and now everyone's attention was on me & my tears. they wouldn't stop flowing down my cheeks as i tried to explain what was happening but couldn't find the words other than the sincerity in my heart of how i felt. "i-i feel like i don't deserve my spot on the team".

complete silence fell upon the table, i could feel that everyone was shocked that i just admitted that.

"why would you think that (y/n)?" felix asked, as everyone was still trying to understand what was happening, especially chan, feeling like he did something wrong. "you know you're just as talented as everyone on this table".

"that's the thing i'm not." i said smiling sadly and wiping my tears away. "i'm not the best singer even if i am a main one, my rapping still lacks and god my dancing is just nothing compared to you guys and i won't even start on my visuals." i said as i felt the knot in my throat getting worse 'cause i just couldn't believe i ruined the night with all my insecurities like this.

again the silence was so loud, it almost felt like i was in the right on this one.

"i hate that you're feeling like this (y/n)." hyunjin said in the most serious tone i've ever heard him use. his hand on mine as he played with them, made imaginary shapes like he does sometimes. "i could not agree with you or your mind at all".

"you're easily the most crucial part of the team." jisung said and seungmin nodded as they looked at me and i didn't know what to believe. it was hard accepting these kind of responses when you're so clouded by your own sensitivity (and a lot of alcohol).

"you always know what to say, you're always there for us when we need you the most and you have so much to give, your talent is immeasurable." minho then said as he got closer to me and as the person who wasn't the most affectionate or the best with words, surprised me. "i know i don't tend to show it but i'll always have a soft spot for you and i'm happy chan chose you to be with us."

"you were meant to be here with us right now and you deserve so much." chan said as he got closer to me and hugged me, a hug from my leader was also something i did not expect to receive tonight but i gave in as i needed to feel the comfort of the people i loved the most.

it was as if time stopped for a moment and all i could think about was them, their smiles, their comfort and their way of showing me that i'm truly needed and loved. no more tears were flowing like rivers down on my cheeks, just a pure and blossoming smile.

"okay but... chaeryeong didn't eat the last ice cream bar, it was me." now if the silence was bad before, imagine right now. "i'm sorry, okay? i needed another one, i'm just insane like that and i stole felix's brownies the other day but i'm not sorry about that one."

"(y/n) i take it back, i'm taking your brownie privileges away." felix said dead serious and then laughed making everyone lose it again. "you can't do this every time i bake!" he exclaimed but i just pouted looking at him.

"also the freakin ice cream bar, how did you even get chaeryeong to lie for you?" changbin asked and i just did the same thing, i pouted like a baby looking at him. "nevermind, i get it, i would do anything for them, just look at that face!" he said as he hugged me.

"i'm losing my maknae position to a snack stealer!" jeongin exclaimed and i just laughed knowing i had the best chosen family and i wouldn't change it for anything in the world.

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bangtanficsforyou · 1 year

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They Reject You (maknae line)

Pairing: maknae line x reader (fuckboi! Jimin x Reader, Co-worker Taehyung x Reader, Idol Jungkook x Reader)

Warnings: swear words here and there.

Word count: 4.6K

Park Jimin

"Well if it isn't my favourite girl." A voice slurs slowly, right next to your ears which makes you flinch in surprise.

"Jimin, gosh, what's wrong with you?" You say in an annoyed manner, immediately recognising the person. "Also, maybe keep some distance?"

Jimin pouts exaggeratedly and puts extra effort into widening his eyes for special effects. "Don't you find me being this close to you, heart racing-ly desirable?"

"Heart racing-ly? That's a new one," you snort and roll your eyes. "But to answer your question; no. It is not heart racing-ly desirable."

"Lie all you want but we all know the truth," Jimin smirks and you can't help but wonder how on earth he manages to remain this cocky even when drunk.

"Cut the crap and stop wasting my time." You turn around to leave, not wanting to give Jimin the time of your day. From your previous experiences, you know that Jimin only ever causes trouble.

"I'm not feeling good, Y/N," he whines, all cockiness suddenly gone from his tone as he pleads gently. "Don't leave me."

You contemplate for a split second before huffing in defeat. "What do you mean by you're not feeling good?"

"I don't know," he shrugs with a sad frown. "I just don't feel good."

Instinctively, you place your palms on his forehead only to find his skin to be burning hot.

"Jimin!" You exclaim, your feelings of indifference instantly turning into that of concern. "You have high fever."

"That might explain why I was feeling so hot," he nods. "But I thought that was because of how attractive I am."

Any other time, you would have retorted with a comeback but right now you pay no attention to his words. "Come with me, we need to get you back to your room. You need rest."

Much to your surprise, Jimin doesn't throw a protest and lets you hold his hand as you make way for the both of you through the partying crowd.

Thankfully his room is only upstairs (one of the many pros of being a frat boy living in a frat house) and you don't have much trouble getting there.

Making Jimin sit on the bed, you look for medicines that can help with his fever. "How long have you been feeling unwell?"

"For about an hour."

You have half a mind to lecture him on how drinking should be the last thing he should have done while feeling unwell, but you decide to keep it in. Maybe when he's sober and in a better health condition, you will give him an earful.

Right now, it's more important to understand the severity of the situation.

"Did you stay out for too long at night? Or stayed with wet clothes on? Or something that might have led to you having a fever?"

Jimin's drunk mind feels perplexed by the series of questions you're throwing his way. "Does it matter?"

"Yes, it does," you respond shortly.

As a nursing student, you know how important it is to know the source of any sickness. If his fever can be tracked down to any possible cause, you'd have this reassurance that there's most likely nothing to worry about. However, if the fever seems to have appeared out of nowhere, there are chances that it may be a symptom of some underlying infection.

Your response makes Jimin think. Has he done anything in recent days that could have led to this? At first, nothing comes to mind. But after a few moments of intense brainstorming, something clicks in his brain.

"Does having two hours of shower sex count?" He queries seriously.

Your hands momentarily falter on their journey of looking for the first aid box but you recover quickly.

"Should have expected something like that from you," you grumble in annoyance.

"Don't be mean," he complains in a whine. "It's not my fault that the sex was so good. Plus, she kept asking for more and you know I can't say no to that."

You slam the drawer shut and aggressively open the box, having finally found it. You take out a tablet and hand it over to Jimin with a glass of water.

Once Jimin has taken the medicine, you arrange the pillows for him and take a blanket out. "Go to sleep. Let your body have some rest."

"Are you leaving?" He asks in a quiet voice, reminding you of a small child asking a question they already know the answer to.

"I don't think I have any purpose being here. I'll ask Jungkook to stay with you in case you need something."

"Jungkook won't take care of me the way you do," Jimin replies with a huff, thoroughly displeased with the idea of you leaving him.

"That's not my issue," you shrug.

Jimin switches to his last option, one that works every time and on everyone; his famous, irresistible puppy eyes. "Do you not have any sympathy for me?"

You scoff, your patience running thin. You really don't want to have a fight or speak your mind while he's having a fever, but if he continues to prod you this way, he will be responsible for the inevitable outburst.

Jimin feels unhappy with your lack of response and he attempts once again. "Won't you do this much for me? Please?"

That's it. The way his soft voice pulls at your heartstrings does it for you.

"Can you, for once, not think only for yourself?" You snap.

Now that was not the reaction Jimin was expecting. "What do you mean?"

"Don't try to play dumb," you roll your eyes and cross your arms. "Don't tell me you have no idea how I feel about you."

Although drunk, Jimin's mind registers the seriousness of your words and he immediately looks sheepish. "I don't."

Well, that's a lie and both you and Jimin know it.

A sarcastic smile appears on your face. "I'll spell it out for you, again. I like you Jimin."

Jimin looks down and starts fiddling with the end of the bedsheets as he nods, having no other response.

You sigh, wondering why you expected any other, perhaps a more thoughtful reaction from him. Feeling disappointed with yourself, you make your way out without another word.

On your way, however, you make sure to find Jungkook and ask him to look after Jimin.

Once you're out of the frat house and have booked a cab to your rented apartment, you sit on a small bench and take a deep inhale to relax. Sadly and much to your frustration, the emotions that have come to the surface refuse to let you have your peace of mind.

You really should have stayed away from Jimin, from the very start.

Your brain chimes at you and it reminds you that perhaps there's no one else to be blamed but you. You are the one who has been entertaining Jimin all in the name of not entertaining him.

It was a frat party much similar to that of today's when Jimin had first tried to add your name to the long list of girls he has had sex with. You were surprised, caught off guard and admittedly a little flattered by his flirtatious actions but irrespective of that, you weren't willing to be a part of his list.

You had asked him to fuck off and to leave you alone. Which he had done at the time but only to return later with much more determination to win you over. By then, you weren't feeling flattered by his repeated attempts, you were annoyed. Something, which Jimin found amusing.

The more he tried, the more your annoyance flared and so did Jimin's amusement. It went like this for a couple of weeks.

Things started to change when you stumbled upon a drunk Jimin sitting alone on the terrace. That was the first time the both of you had a proper conversation with each other. It made you realise that the whole fuckboy thing he has going on, is only a small part of him. You realised that there's much more to the guy than what meets the eye.

From then on you stopped treating him like a guy whose sole identity was that of the 'campus fuckboy'.

That doesn't mean that his actions stopped annoying you. But you sure found it more tolerable.

However, exactly when your feelings for him turned romantic, remains debatable. Was it the night when he drunkenly kissed you? Or was it when he drunkenly confessed that he enjoys your company more than anyone else's? You don't know.

But you do remember, exactly when you realised that your feelings for him don't fall under the category of platonic. It was when you saw Jimin making out with a petite blonde in a bar. The pain and jealousy that shot through your veins was an indication enough for you to see how your feelings have bloomed into something more.

You, upon realising, did not hesitate to confess. His response to your confession was simple. He does not do relationships and he sees you as a friend.

You could do with that. You weren't expecting Jimin to return your feelings or to commit to you. After all, you were well aware of his lifestyle and how he likes having lovers instead of a lover.

The only reason you had confessed to him was in hopes that he would stop trying to bed you and realise that it isn't just fun and games for you anymore.

Unfortunately, Jimin didn't stop with his antics.

Annoyed and angry, you had decided to cut Jimin off. But of course, he wouldn't have that. He would, in some way or the other, sneak into your daily life and cause a ruckus as if it were his birthright.

Truth be told, you weren't hurt by his rejection as much as you were by his total disregard for your feelings and how his actions and choices could affect you.

The events from today serve as another example of the kind of emotional turmoil he stirs within you. The question is how long will you put up with this?

Your cab honks to announce its arrival and it causes you to break out of your thoughts. You give a small nod to the man in the driving seat and get up. As you walk towards the cab, you make up your mind.

You're not going to entertain him any longer.

Kim Taehyung

You: that's very mean of you 👿

You type with a wide grin plastered on your face.

Tae 🐻: mean? me? Never 🥺

You: putting that emoji won't help you 👿

Tae 🐻: ☹️

Tae 🐻: I sent you the snap of the chocolate because it reminded me of you 😔

You: that was NOT your intention 😤

You: you do this every time and then i start craving chocolates 😭

Tae 🐻: then have some 🙇

You: i have to complete the excel sheet by today :(:

You: which mean i can't go out

You: and if I opt for ordering online, I'll end up ordering a bunch of other stuff along with it and that won't be good for my wallet

Tae 🐻: awwww

Tae 🐻: It's okay! I'll bring you chocolates tomorrow

Tae 🐻: from your favourite brand 😉

You: you sweetheart 🥺

Tae 🐻: says the sweetest ❤️

A bashful giggle escapes from your lips when you read his text. He sure has a way with words.

You: now let me do my work

You: shoo

Tae: ☹️

Tae: I'm being chased away

Tae: but okay xD

Tae: I'll let you get back to it.

You bite on your lower lip to stop smiling like a fool and try to focus your attention on the computer screen. Keyword; try.

The butterflies in your stomach and the fluttering of your heart make it extremely difficult for you to think about anything else that's not Taehyung.

Gosh, he really is the greatest distraction of them all.

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The next day, you find a big pack of chocolate from your favourite brand, on your desk. Attached to it is a note that reads for my favourite girl ;). You smile involuntarily and wonder what you ever did to deserve someone like Taehyung in your life.

You sit on your chair and while the computer boots, you take a small bite from the chocolate bar. As you relish the sweetness that spreads in your mouth, you can't help but think of Taehyung and how much he has come to mean to you, in the few months that you have known him.

When he first joined the company he was shy, barely talking to anyone and having a hard time socialising with his co-workers. It took him about a couple of weeks to get comfortable and once he did, there was no going back. He somehow became everyone's favourite.

However, the way you two became friends is a bit different.

Four months ago, on a fortunate day, there was a huge mishap with the data files. Small groups were formed to work on the mistakes and correct them as necessary. As fate would have it, you and Taehyung were a team. And the amount of jokes you two made about your higher-ups, were perhaps the only source of energy for you both to carry on with the work and ultimately, finish it.

And those three intense working days were enough for the two of you to become friends.

It started with having small conversations via text, which then turned into full lengthy regular conversations. In the midst of all of that, when the flirting began, you have no clue. All you remember are those nights when you stayed up late, talking to him and smiling into your pillow, feeling like a teenager.

He would sneak little compliments and warm affectionate words that would have you looking like a tomato in a matter of seconds.

Most importantly, he has become one of your closest friends. He has been there whenever you needed him and has confided in you whenever he faced challenges. The bond you two share is something you treasure deeply. He has become such an integral part of your life that there hardly goes by a day when the two of you don't talk to each other.

It's one of those 'more than friends' but 'not really dating' scenarios.

You had never given much thought about giving a label to what the two of you were. You were happy having him the way you do. But recently, you can't help but think of taking things to the next level. You find yourself wondering what it would be like to call him your boyfriend.

As the all too familiar windows tune plays, notifying you of the booting process being completed, you decide to subtly ask him about it.

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"Did you like the chocolates?" That's the first thing Taehyung asks as you take the seat opposite to him.

"Do you think I would not like it?" You answer his question with a question of your own. Because honestly, that's a very silly question to ask. Anyone who knows you knows how much you love chocolates.

Taehyung grins, his boxy smile making an appearance. "I mean, it would still be nice to hear it from you."

"Well, then, I loved it."

He nods, satisfied with your answer. Placing one of his hands on his chest, right above his heart, he bows. "I'm honoured to know that."

You chuckle softly, endeared at his actions. "How was your day so far?"

He rolls his eyes. "Eh, the usual. Mina got some files messed up and I had to do twice the work to fix that."

"That sucks," you grimace. "Work has been so tiring lately, I wish we could take a small break from all this shit."

"Oh, that reminds me–" Taehyung exclaims suddenly, startling you, "–I have got these free tickets to a movie, would you like to go with me?"

Excitement bubbles in your stomach. "Sure! I'd love to."

"Then it's set! I'll let you know of the date and time later, okay?"

You nod, feeling giddy at the thought of watching a movie with him. It won't be the first time for sure, but it has been a while since the two of you last did something like this. Work hardly leaves any spare time for rest and fun.

However, the thought of spending some alone time with him, makes your mind go back to what you had decided while you were devouring the chocolate. You clear your throat before bringing the topic to the table. "Tae?"

"Hmm?"

"What are we doing?"

He looks up from his food, with a confused smile. "What do you mean by that? We are eating lunch."

You shake your head softly, and make your question more obvious. "What are we?"

You see as his confusion clears out and his smile fades. A look of discomfort appears on his face as he swallows the food. "Well, we are friends."

"Are we just friends though?" You raise a brow in question, not willing to accept his answer.

A soft sigh escapes his lips when he realises he can't really back out of this or push the conversation away for some time later. "You aren't just a friend to me. I like you. I like you a lot."

You stay quiet, sensing that there's a but coming.

"But I don't think I'm ready to be in a relationship." He adds, figuring out that there's no way to put it subtly.

That wasn't the answer you were expecting and naturally, you feel disheartened by his words.

Taehyung notices the way your face has dropped and he immediately feels guilty. "I know I should have told you this before. My intentions weren't to string you along, I genuinely do like you–"

"Then why?" You cut him off, confused and unable to understand what could be the issue if he really likes you the way he claims to.

"I am scared it will distract me from my career."

Your first instinct is to counter his statement and say, it doesn't work that way. That relationships are not a distraction. But you hold yourself back from saying so.

If he believes that having a relationship will distract him, you cannot force or persuade him to believe otherwise. If anything, you understand where he might be coming from. He has only recently joined the company and you know he has experienced financial issues while growing up. You can see why he might be scared of something making him lose his focus. Having an established career is what he wants and what seems to be his priority.

Although you have been hoping and looking forward to putting a label, you know you can't expect that from him anymore. You could try and ask him to reconsider his choices but what good would that do?

Even if he were to get into a relationship, he would most likely still have that thought in the back of his mind and will keep worrying about getting sidetracked. What's the point of committing to someone if you can't really enjoy it to the fullest? What is the point of calling someone yours, if you can't fully feel the beauty of it? You see none.

"Maybe, we can wait for each other?" He suggests meekly, too scared to see what your reaction to the question is.

Now, waiting for each other and whatnot sounds really romantic in movies and romcoms but you have to remind yourself that this is not a movie. In real life, irrespective of the intentions the individuals may hold, somewhere along the line, something usually happens that causes chaos and turns things sour.

"How about we just let things flow and see where it takes us?" You suggest as that seems like the best possible choice at the moment.

Taehyung nods knowing he's in no place to bargain. He will take whatever you will give him. However, it bugs him to no end when you spend the rest of the lunch in silence and with a frown on your face.

Jeon Jungkook

"Can you sit still for a moment?"

The person in question, aka Jungkook, pays no attention to your words and hollers when something exciting occurs on the screen of his mobile phone.

You sigh and place your palms on both of his cheeks and make him look up. However, the adorable sight of his squished cheeks, pouty lips and doe eyes wide in surprise, has you snorting. When you let go of your hold, he frowns, offended by your laughter.

"What's so funny about my face?" He grumbles.

You shake your head and apply blush on his cheeks. "You just looked like a real bunny for a second there, couldn't help but laugh at that."

He pouts. "That's supposed to be cute, not funny."

A fond smile appears on your face at his displeasure. "You're both cute and funny, I guess."

Jungkook grins at you, now satisfied. "Now make me cuter."

"I'll be able to do that if you stay still for a moment," you retort.

Jungkook huffs and closes his eyes. "Fine! I'll stay still."

You hum in response and get to work.

Being Jungkook's make-up artist was fairly easy. You just had to make his beautiful face appear flawless for the cameras. Nothing too difficult. Jungkook was friendly and so were the other BTS members. The pay was, of course, more than satisfactory.

Recently, however, being Jungkook's make-up artist hasn't been easy. It hasn't been easy being this close to him and keeping the fluttering of your heart under control. It hasn't been easy to see his eyes this up close and not let yourself get lost in them. It hasn't been easy to notice that small mole under his lips and resist the urge to kiss it. Oh no, it hasn't been easy at all.

One might call you unprofessional and to be honest, you don't have much to defend yourself with. Rather, if someone questions your professionalism, you'd challenge them to take your job and not fall for the guy.

You think it's simply impossible.

But you see, that's the simple part. Falling. The consequences of falling, however, are where the complications begin.

The very first question that comes to mind is; what are the chances that they might feel the same? Then one realises that there's no way to answer this for sure as it's only the other person who's aware of what they feel. Which leads to a major dilemma; to confess or not to confess.

Confessing your feelings is a very vulnerable thing to do. It feels like exposing yourself at one's mercy. Like a delicate bud that you hand over and whether the flower will bloom or wilt, totally depends on the other person.

It's beautiful yet scary.

For a long time, you haven't been willing to be that vulnerable with Jungkook.

All anxieties that come with confessing aside, you can't ignore the fact that he's a world-famous idol.

You are not worried about word getting out about you falling for him. You hardly think that it will cause a stir. If anything, the fans will probably make memes out of it and will agree with you on how impossible it is to not fall for the guy. The memes will be all over the internet for a few months and after that, they will be gone and will resurface every once in a while. That doesn't seem like much to you and you think you can handle it.

What does worry you is word getting out and you getting fired and not getting a job henceforth (you're pretty sure that the agencies won't take up on your 'don't fall for Jungkook' challenge).

This particular fear is what has been holding you back from letting Jungkook know of your feelings.

However, the thing with love is, you cannot bury it no matter how hard you try. It's like the sun that comes out to shine no matter what. Love blooms in the heart and it refuses to stay hidden for too long behind whatever fears the mind comes up with.

After all, in the battle of mind and heart, when has the former ever won?

Once you're done with the finishing touches, you let Jungkook know that you're done.

Jungkook opens his eyes and they automatically land on yours. The sharp spike in your breathing rate and the loud thumping of your heartbeat, makes you look away immediately.

You clear your throat and take a slow deep inhale to calm your racing heart. "I'll put the lip balm and foundation in the kit. Just in case you need it."

"You say that every time before a performance as if you're not going to be backstage," he chuckles in amusement.

"Jungkook, the performance is in fifteen," Taehyung says loudly from the other side of the room.

It's like a switch being flipped on. Jungkook's eyes widen and he gets up from his seat instantly. Bidding you a quick goodbye, he exits the room in a hurry.

You sigh in relief, finally feeling like you can breathe again. Taking a seat on the chair previously occupied by Jungkook, you stare at your reflection in the mirror. You notice the red hue on your cheeks and your lips part in awe at how flustered you look. Almost, as if you have run a mile.

Something about this moment makes you come to a quick decision. For a long time, you have been toying with the idea of confessing but have always backed out every time you had a chance. But not anymore.

You grab a small piece of paper and a pen and write down what you have been wanting to tell Jungkook.

You make it direct and simple and put it in Jungkook's handbag.

The moment you zip the chain, you feel this urge to take the chit out and throw it in the dustbin but you somehow, withhold yourself from doing so.

You are aware that he won't notice the chit until he's back in his dorms. The bag contains all the skin care products (handpicked by you) he uses before going to bed. Which also means you would have to wait until tomorrow when you're back to work to know Jungkook's answer.

Seems like it's gonna be a sleepless night for you.

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The next day, you go to work with nervous excitement. While in the car, you couldn't wait for your destination to arrive yet at the same time dreaded it. It's this mixed feeling where you can't decide what you want but in the end, realise that it's better to just get over it.

However, while you're walking towards Jungkook's make-up room, Namjoon calls your name.

"Y/N," he shouts to get your attention. Once he notices he has it, he walks up to you. "My dressing room is the other way."

"I know that," you say with a small frown, wondering why he is telling you this.

"Oh," Namjoon realises that you're unaware of the changes. "You don't know, do you?"

You shake your head, your confusion only increasing. "Know what?"

"Jungkook has requested a new make-up artist. So now, you're in charge of my make up," he replies.

Namjoon's words ring in your ears and you feel the world around you fade. You knew that there was always the chance that he doesn't feel the same way. You knew if that were the case it'd hurt but you'd accept it. However, you didn't expect Jungkook to do this.

It feels like the unbloomed flower has been stomped by someone and you're left to feel the crushing pain.

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Cake and Pears at 2am Hange x fem! reader

Summary: What is meant to be a casual night out to hang with Mikasa and friends leads you to meeting the very dapper, very suave even though they sometimes remind you of a golden retriever, Hange.

This was meant to be a mafia AU and there are light mentions of it but that's not the focus. Here you'll read about a fem!reader who is 14 years younger than a nonbinary Hange but doesnt let that stop her from dating them.

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Nonbinary Hange, gothkasa, Strap on sex, loss of virginity with strap on, this is smutty as hell and I have no regrets, side Eruri, Side Eremika, Squirting, Oral Sex, Fingering, also side Mikenana, Yelena needs her ass kicked, age gap, but not a creepy age gap I promise, I had to do so much research about strap ons for this damn fic

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Chapter 1

First you didn’t feel like going out. Then Mikasa wheedled until you gave in, and you asked what you should wear.

“Anything is fine. Wear your regular clothes.”

And that was how you ended up wearing an ankle length black linen dress, feeling completely out of place when turning up at Mikasa’s cousin’s bar.

The plan was to have a quick drink to start off the evening. How you ended up drinking by yourself was a mystery, but you suspected it was likely due to Mikasa getting in a quickie with her boyfriend and losing track of time.

I hope the dick is good because I’m going to kill you and Eren when you get here, you quickly texted Mikasa while trying to ignore the drunken man to your right doing the most to get your attention.

“Either drink this and stop harassing our guests or get the fuck out. Your choice,” you hear someone say.

You look up to find a guy with short dark hair and an undercut who eerily resembles Mikasa pushing a glass of water across the bar top while glaring at the man bothering you. A quick glance at the man shows that he looks as though he’d been scared sober, because he takes the water and scuttles in the other direction without another word.

“Tch. Asshole,” the guy says in disgust before he flicks a dishcloth at a spot of moisture on the bar. “You okay?” he asks.

“I’m good, thanks. I would be great if my friend Mikasa didn’t have me here waiting like an idiot.”

He scoffs again. “So you’re friends with my cousin. No doubt she’s glued to that idiot boyfriend of hers.”

“I’m guessing you don’t care much for Eren,” you reply, biting back a laugh.

“Hmm,” he grunts. “She could do better, but I guess she could also do worse.”

He doesn’t offer further commentary and moves to the other end of the bar. You go back to fiddling with your phone and sipping on your drink.

Ten minutes later you get hit on again, this time by a tall blonde who is admittedly attractive but too damn pushy for your tastes.

“Don’t be like that,” she says, reaching down to wrap long, rough fingers around your wrist.

The last thing you want to do is cause a scene; not only is this a club for members only, but everyone here is at least fifteen years older than you. On top of that, Mikasa vaguely mentioned something about her cousin’s bar being a mafia hang out, but she didn’t answer or give more details when you outright asked if her cousin was in the mafia.

As you think back to the way the guy harassing you earlier looked like he was going to wet himself when the dark-haired guy glared at him, you think the answer is yes.

“Yelena, leave the young lady alone before I have Levi ban your ass,” a raspy voice interrupts in a way that seems light yet has a casually threatening undertone.

The woman named Yelena takes her hand off you and you peer around her to find the owner of the voice.

You were aware that you were likely gawking, but you hadn’t expected to see a lithe brunet dressed in a three-piece suit that clung to them like a second skin. Their hair was sort of long but had been pulled up in a partial ponytail, and a few strands framing square-rimmed glasses and a pair of warm brown eyes were the second things you saw. The unamused expression on their face was the next.

“You and I both know why you’re acting like this,” they continue, staring unblinkingly at Yelena.

You know this person came to your defense, but you can’t help feeling intimidated. Then Yelena sighs dramatically and backs up a few steps.

“No harm done, Hange. It was just a bit of fun.”

“Bit of fun, my ass. You’re only here because we like Onyankopon. Now move along.”

Yelena stares hard while slinking away and the person called Hange leans against the bar to peer down at you.

“Sorry about that,” they apologize while sticking out a hand. “Hange Zoe. I don’t think I’ve seen you here before.”

“This is my first time,” you explain after giving your name and shaking their hand. “I’m supposed to be meeting some friends here but they’re extremely late.”

“Oh? Anyone I know?”

“Mikasa and her dumb boyfriend Eren. And I think our friend Armin if he’s not glued to his computer.”

“Ohh, you’re Mikasa’s friend. Levi told us some of you would be stopping by tonight.” Hange turned to look across the room and pointed to a table. “Wanna join us while you wait?”

You peer over to see a man with shaggy blond hair sitting there, engaged in conversation with another man who had neatly styled brighter blond hair as well as a stunning blonde woman with a short haircut that fits her face perfectly. Levi, who you learn is in fact Mikasa’s cousin when pointed out by Hange, is in the middle of sliding into the booth with the two men and a lady. They all seem equal parts classy but intimidating, and it immediately sets you on edge. They’re nothing like anyone you’ve been around before and you’re in fear of making some serious social faux pas.

“I don’t want to intrude,” you protest.

“You aren’t. Besides, it’ll piss off the blonde who just got grabby with you.”

“Okay, only if you don’t mind,” you agree, picking up your glass. “Who was that, an ex of yours?”

A wry look cross Hange’s face as they lead you across the bar.

“You could say that. Say, what is that you’re drinking? It looks tasty.”

“It’s called a Red Devil. Not everyone knows how to make it but this guy with brown hair knew what I was talking about. He made it perfectly too; some people use too much gin and it tastes disgusting like that.”

“If he had on a blue shirt that’s Moblit and yup, he makes the best drinks.”

When you and Hange reach the table they introduce you to everyone. Nanaba is friendly and Miche is polite but doesn’t seem like a big talker, although Erwin and Levi have plenty to say. Hange orders you another drink without you asking and you sit on the outside of the booth, sipping on your second Red Devil while wondering how the hell you ended up at the table of Mikasa’s cousin and his friends.

You guesstimate that the jacket alone to their suits is equal to the price of a month’s rent. And you don’t know much about watches, but you definitely know what a Rolex is and every person at the table except you is wearing one. Correction, Miche and Nanaba have on his and her Patek Philipe watches.

Eventually someone else equally well-dressed joins the table, the tall man with brown hair named Moblit who happens to be the person that made your drink.

“Are you and Hange going to drink one another under the table tonight?” Levi asks, and Hange grins broadly.

“No,” they laugh. “But now that I think about it, I could use a snack. Are there any olives in the back?”

“Yes, for the cocktails,” Levi hisses, looking scandalized as though Hange suggested snacking on earthworms.

“Actually, I bought a large bag of mixed olives because I know you like them,” Erwin interjects, ignoring the way Levi glares at him.

“I thought I was the only one who ate olives on their own,” you murmur, and Hange’s face lights up.

“I guess you’ll share with me, right? Hold on, I’ll be right back.”

“Hange, don’t you break my damn bar!” Levi yells over the booth as Hange hurries in the direction of a closed door. “And bring something to put them in!”

You’re wondering why Hange needs to be told to bring something for the olives, and bite back a laugh at the image of them eating olives right off the tabletop. Soon they return, arms laden with a small stack of bowls and the olives.

Erwin hadn’t been lying; the bag of mixed olives he bought was enormous. It easily rivaled the size of a food container one would find at a food co-op. Hange tries to cut it open with a pocketknife but with speed-lightning deftness, Levi reaches over and snatches it out their grasp.

“I’ve got it, before the whole fucking thing ends up all over the floor,” he grumbles, pulling out his own pocketknife from somewhere and neatly slitting open the bag.

“You are so weird,” Miche says, watching Hange pour a generous portion of olives into two paper bowls. They stab a toothpick into a green olive atop both mounds and push a bowl in your direction.

“See, Miche? I told you I wasn’t the only one who ate olives like this,” Hange tells him, brandishing a toothpick with a black olive on the end before popping it in their mouth.

The entire situation is laughable. The idea that the stunning human in a bespoke suit has the personality of a golden retriever yet can clearly switch to that of a guard dog with a killer bite is unfathomable. Either way, you’re having a good time and don’t think the night can get any stranger. But you’re soon proven wrong.

Miche excuses himself and as he crosses you to get out the booth, he pauses and loudly sniffs your hair. Hange explains that it’s a thing he does and he means no harm, but then he says your hair smells good. Nanaba says she noticed the same thing too, and then everyone else says they also agreed.

Everyone starts throwing out names of expensive parfums that would probably take you a month or more to save for if you wanted a bottle. You tell everyone that it’s not perfume you’re wearing, they’re smelling the hair oil you used on your ends. That prompts a conversation about your tight curls and you’re explaining that your hair tends to get dry and needs extra moisture when Mikasa finally shows up. Eren is behind her, trying to pretend that he isn’t hiding from Levi and failing miserably. Armin is also there and he’s smiling nervously. Mikasa looks confused when she sees you sitting with her cousin and his friends, but her expression barely gives away anything.

“Hey brat, why’d you make your friend wait all this time?” Levi asks her.

“Eren and I lost track of time,” Mikasa offers dismissively, sniffing as she looks away.

“Tch. I bet,” Levi scoffs, narrowing his eyes and the increasingly nervous Eren. Armin also looks anxious, but mostly because he likely feels like a third wheel knowing what his two best friends were doing that caused them to be late.

“I don’t want to keep you from your friends,” Hange tells you with a smile. “Thanks for keeping me company.”

You really don’t want to leave but know it would be rude to not join Mikasa and the others. So you thank Hange and everyone else and reluctantly leave their table.

You’re oddly quiet while sitting with your friends, yet they’re too busy quarrelling over something to notice. When you cast a surreptitious glance over at Hange, they’re laughing loudly at something while slapping Miche’s shoulder. You feel a stab of envy, wishing you were the one to make them laugh when they suddenly turn in your direction and wink at you. Before you can react, they’ve turned back to their friends and you’re left wondering if you imagined everything.

Eren and Armin go to fetch drinks and when they return, Armin hands you another Red Devil and a glass of water. You notice that everyone also has water along with their drink and Eren asks Mikasa why her cousin made him also take water. The answer comes in the form of Mikasa shooting Levi a nasty glare across the bar and he returns her look with an eerily similar one.

“He hates sloppy drunks,” Mikasa explains. “This is his way of telling us to have fun but not too much fun. I watched him make someone mop up their own puke before throwing them out on more than one occasion.”

“Your cousin is scary,” Armin says, warily eyeing his cocktail as though unsure if he should drink it.

You finish your Red Devil a little too fast and become the teeniest bit tipsy—okay, you’re drunk—and decide to wobble outside, in desperate need of fresh air. Just as you take a deep breath and close your eyes, you hear the door open and someone else walks outside.

“Needed a breather?” Hange asks with an unlit cigar held between their teeth. They reach into their pocket to pull out a box of wooden matches and some other metal tubular object on a ring. “It’s a hole punch for cigars,” they explain when they see you staring. “It gives a better flavor as you smoke opposed to completely cutting off the tip.”

“Yeah, I got a little hot in there,” you reply. “So are cigars good? I’ve never tried one.”

“The right cigar is very good,” Hange explains, taking the cigar from their mouth and punching a hole into the end. They put it back into their mouth and strike a match and you’re captivated by their long fingers cupping the flame while bringing it up to their cigar. A few twirls between two fingers ensures that its lit evenly and Hange takes a few pulls and exhales a grey cloud into the cool night air. “Darker cigars—maduro they’re called— have a smoother taste. A lot of people think the lighter ones do but those tend to be harsh on the throat.”

You’re really drunk and wonder if you’ll remember this impromptu lesson on cigars, but mostly you’re enthralled with watching Hange smoke while looking like the picture of ease in their vest, the other hand in their trouser pocket.

“Would you like to try it?” they ask suddenly, and you realize they’re smiling while holding it out to you.

“You don’t mind?”

“Nah,” they reply, nudging their hand again in your direction. “Go on. Don’t suck too hard though, it’ll taste awful if you do.”

You feel awkward as you take the cigar and try to ignore the sensation of Hange’s fingers brushing against yours. Without their jacket on you catch a whiff of their cologne; something sweet yet musky with a hint of wood and vanilla. It mingles perfectly with the cigar smoke and the aroma leaves you light-headed.

Okay, girl, you really need to calm down, you tell yourself, lifting the cigar to your lips.

Normally you’d be disgusted by the idea of putting your mouth on something that was just in the mouth of someone you barely knew, but you aren’t for some reason. The tip of the cigar is damp and you brush way the intrusive thought that this is an indirect kiss, but you take a soft pull as directed and are shocked to find that it indeed tastes good.

“Nice, right?” Hange asks when they see your eyebrows raised in surprise.

“It is, actually,” you admit, handing the cigar back to them. “It’s sort of chocolatey but earthy? Makes me think of a nice latte.”

“Yes! Some people do have cigars with coffee, as well as chocolate and some teas.”

“That sounds nice.”

“It is. If you ever want a recommendation, I’d be happy to help.”

Just as you’re about to say yes, the door opens and Mikasa sticks out her head.

“Oh, here you are,” she says. “Sasha just texted me to see if we wanted to meet up with her and Jean at the diner.”

“Did any of you drive here?” Hange asks.

Mikasa shakes her head. “We took an Uber.”

“Me too,” you chime in.

“All right. If you need help getting home let one of us know.”

The rest of the night is uneventful and boring compared to how it started. Mikasa had her limit of alcohol and used Eren’s shoulder as a pillow for an impromptu nap. Armin’s face is flushed and he keeps complaining that he’s hot and his hair is annoying him. You dig two satin scrunchies out your purse and put his hair into two tiny pigtails and he is visibly relieved. Armin keeps his pigtails in and when Mikasa finally wakes up, she asks Eren if she’s seeing things while staring at Armin.

“I got hot,” Armin replies without further explanation.

“And on that note, I think it’s time to go,” you tell your friends. “I’m going to say goodnight to Hange and your cousin and his friends,” you add, looking at Mikasa who is laying back on Eren’s shoulder. She nods and remains silent, clearly not giving a shit.

“We’re going to leave now but I wanted to thank you,” you tell Hange, who is sitting in the booth with Moblit. “Did everyone else leave?”

“Nanaba and Miche did, and Erwin and Levi are probably making sure things are tidied up before they close. You said you all came in an Uber, right?”

“Yeah, I’m going to order one in a minute.”

Hange reaches into their vest pocket and pulls out their phone. They tap at the screen a few times and then hand it to you. “Just put in wherever you want to go.”

You see that they’re booking an Uber pool for you in an SUV which you know costs a grip.

“I’ll pay you back,” you tell Hange, and they wave dismissively.

“No need. The only thing you need to do is make sure you all get home safely.”

Hange waits outside with you all and you’re disappointed when the driver arrives faster than you anticipated.

“It was really nice meeting you,” they tell you, taking your hand and stroking the top with their thumb. That small touch leaves you speechless and you want to say more but Mikasa is yelling for you to get in the damn truck.

“You too,” you tell Hange, flashing them a smile before getting in the truck and shutting the door. You watch their retreating figure out the window until you’re out of sight, and then you feel immense regret at not asking for their phone number.

Shit.

“You like Hange, don’t you?” Mikasa asks a week later when you two are having a girl’s night at her place, although her sentence sounds more like a statement.

“What makes you think that?” you ask, wondering how the hell you’ve been caught.

Mikasa shrugs, leaning in close to a mirror and relining her lower lids with a smudgy black eyeliner pencil. “It was obvious that night. Well, obvious to me that is.”

“How the hell could anything be obvious to you? You were two hours late!”

“I only needed ten minutes at most to figure out that you like Hange,” Mikasa continues, now working on the other eye. “You wouldn’t stop looking at them.”

“Well, they’re good-looking. So they are non-binary, right? I didn’t want to be rude and ask since I’d just met them but that’s the impression I got from listening to everyone else speak.”

“Yeah, they are.”

“Cool. There was a woman named Yelena there too. She’s Hange’s ex?”

“She is, that bitch. They broke up a few months ago because Yelena’s a conniving, manipulative asshole. Levi didn’t like her from the start. Although it’s not as if he likes many people from the start.”

“He’s probably good at sniffing out bullshit,” you tell Mikasa, thinking back to her stern-faced cousin.

“He is and it’s annoying at times. He’s rarely wrong though, not that I’d admit it to him. Anyway, should I ask Levi for Hange’s number so you can text them?”

“No! I can’t do that.”

Now Mikasa is lining her lips in black, and you see her eyeing you through the mirror.

“Why not?” she asked, leaning closer to perfect the sharp lines at her cupid’s bow.

“Because I… I don’t know.”

Mikasa sighs and turns around to face you. “Listen, I know you’ve always been too shy to flirt with someone who wasn’t a man, and I get it. Men are simple as shit and think a girl likes them if she blinks in his direction. But Hange isn’t some big bad wolf who’s going to attack you. You two can meet for coffee or something casual.”

You know that Mikasa is right, and there’s a stretch of silence before you speak again.

“Fine. Text your cousin. But if Hange isn’t interested, do me a favor and please don’t tell me.”

“You got it, you dramatic weirdo. Honestly, you’re weird and Hange is weirder. You two should get on like a house on fire.”

“That’s an awful analogy, Mikasa,” you groan, flopping over onto your other side. “Can you do my makeup when you’re done?”

The corner of Mikasa’s lip lifts slightly and you know your tactic to distract her was fruitful. For some reason, Mikasa loves putting eyeliner on all her friends. Eren fussed that it made his eyes itch, but Armin allowed Mikasa to do whatever she wanted. You also didn’t mind; you found that someone else doing your makeup was relaxing, and sometimes you fell asleep and let Mikasa do whatever she wanted.

“You’re actually going to let me do your entire face?”

“I’ll do whatever you want me to do, Yoda.”

“Ugh, like I said—weirdo.”

“Yeah, but you love me.”

“Sure. Now be quiet while I clean your skin.”

You’re lying flat on Mikasa’s bed while she swipes a cotton pad soaked with micellar water across your cheek when you speak again. “So what else do you know about Hange?”

“They’re older than us but you know that already. I think they’re forty? Something like that; I only remember because I know Levi is a few years older.”

“Wow, I figured they were a few years older than us. I didn’t think there was a fourteen-year difference.”

“Yeah. They’re also smart as hell. Two doctorates I think and run a lab. Also an adjunct professor if I remember correctly.”

“Well now I’m a little intimidated,” you admit quietly.

“I don’t know why. This is the same Hange who blew up hard-boiled eggs in the microwave at Levi and Erwin’s house because they forgot that you can’t microwave eggs.”

“Okay, that’s actually funny.”

“It is, but the runt didn’t think so. He cursed out Hange, made them scrub it twice and cursed them out some more when they didn’t clean it to his standards.”

You think back to Levi fussing about Hange spilling olive brine all over his bar and fight back a laugh.

“I had a good time with Hange and their friends until you and Eren came. They’re really funny.”

“Yeah, they’re cool. I’ve known most of them since I was a kid.”

Mikasa is now working on your eyeliner so you stay quiet so she can concentrate.

“Let’s go outside when I’m finished your makeup,” she says, using a short eyeshadow brush to buff out the pencil liner. “I need to smoke and I also got that wine you like.”

“You don’t have to tell me twice,” you reply with a tiny grin.

Twenty minutes later, you and Mikasa are out on her balcony that’s been decked in orange lights that were meant for Halloween but are year-round decorations for her. Mikasa brought out her phone and speaker and a darkwave mix is playing in the background while you two puff on cloves and sip wine.

“I texted Levi for Hange’s number, by the way,” Mikasa says casually, blowing a puff of smoke out into the night air. “No doubt he’s wrapped around uncle Erwin right now so his phone is probably turned off.”

“Shit, thanks Mikasa. Now I’m going to be a nervous wreck all night.”

“I have something stronger than cloves if you want. There’s edibles and gummies; pick your poison.”

“I’ll keep that in mind, thanks.”

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ok so HEAR ME OUT.

a relationship with leon and reader that sounds like perverted by elita 😩😩

https://open.spotify.com/track/0L7Gl1yCKKEkKNxvCOlwij?si=ttfieHIJTvavd8VPtfQWRA

🪞

FIRST OF ALL STELLAR SONG CHOICE!!

(I have like such a secret hard on for obsessive love in fiction 🤤)

And I've had an idea about a fic where you can get infected by a strain of virus and your most common feeling amplifies but it lies dormant until you get that intense emotion that finally triggers it.

Okay so... Imagine this. It takes place between ID and Damnation. You've been sent to France to stop a possible shipment of virus canisters. Turns out it's true! There's literally an ENTIRE SHIPPING CONTAINER FILLED WITH THE STUFF! That's a lot for one agent to handle on their own so they send a few agents over to assist. Leon being one of them.

During the seizing of the shipping container a few of them end up breaking and you get covered in it. But you didn't ingest any. Leon's the one to basically keeping you calm through everything, he's been infected before, knows what it's like to be in your shoes. He doesn't wanna let you freak out and possibly cause more harm to yourself. Cause he's such a nice guy.

You get sent back to the US immediately for lab testing, exams, basically you become patient zero for this. But nothing comes up in any test, screening or anything. But, your brain is producing high levels of Oxytocin (what makes you feel love basically) and no one thinks anything of it because they don't know your private life. You could have a partner, that's not their business. So eventually you're released from the hospital and cleared to return to work.

You feel so thankful that you just have to do something nice for him. So you end up buying him lunch, spend time together. Which makes you feel all warm and fuzzy... You've liked Leon before, but never this much or extreme.

So slowly overtime you two end up getting lunch together regularly and doing stuff together outside of work. You're getting attached but he's confided in you about his problems. How he feels inadequate and not good enough at times. You're there for him, sober, tipsy and drunk to hold his hand an calm him just like he did for you. But you just can't shake the feelings for him.

One day at work there's a new hire, a younger girl transferring out of some other agency outside of DC and she is RELENTLESSLY flirting with Leon. He's completely oblivious because he never knows when women flirt with him. (He's Leon...) But this girl is getting under your skin at every turn. She's way too touchy, too grabby, too feely with what's supposed to be yours.

Suddenly you get this piercing headache, enough to blur your vision and make you wobble where you're standing in the break room. And suddenly you're kissing dirty linoleum.

(I'm gonna stop there cause if I don't I'll be here for hours lmao)

#leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy x fem reader #🌿 ivy writes #🌿 ivy replies #resident evil x reader

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Would you ever write something for Party AU that looks at landos relationship with sex after everything that happened? I was curious in the two year follow up fic cause it seemed like he still had issues with being touched. Do you have any headcanons about that part of his relationship with Dan?

Absolutely I do! And I love this ask!

In the update where he is two years sober, Lando does still have moments where he has issues with touch.

His issues with touch by this point more extends towards situations where his anxiety is high, or say in places like bars and clubs where Lando always feels a little bit more off kilter because he's surrounded by things he has to resist. In those settings, touch can be a big trigger for Lando. Sometimes he is okay if someone he knows and trust touches him suddenly, but they know it's better to ask.

When he is at track or one of their homes or his and Dan's apartment, and it's a good day, touch is easy.

However it is something he and Dan had to struggle with at the start when they were dating. Lando was a year sober, and he was in a pretty good mental space but they still took it slow. There was a lot of talking between them. They talked about what Lando was comfortable with in terms of where Dan could touch him sexually and non-sexually. Sex was something slow. It took a lot to build up to, and started with Lando being in control or on top a lot so he could feel comfortable, but Lando had always felt safe with Daniel, so even being under Daniel eventually was something he could handle. Still, it took a lot of trial and error. There were moments where Lando or Daniel called out their safe word (banana hammock), and stopped to talk about things

It takes a lot of talking, and boundaries, and eventually, they come up with the idea to always ask. So if they're getting hot and heavy, and one of them wants to blow the other, they just quickly ask "yes or no to a blowie?", or "I want you to finger me, yes or no?", because that gives Lando autonomy over what he wants to do or have done to him, but it also gives Daniel comfort because Lando is explicitly consenting to everything which calms his nerves. He was always terrified of doing something that would trigger Lando so this makes it easier for them both.

Lando does have bad days. Sometimes things creep up on him and he might not even realize how he's feeling until Daniel touches him somewhere and suddenly Lando is stepping back because his head suddenly got loud. There have definitely been moments, especially at the start where Lando pushed himself too hard and fast and ended up flinching away from Dan, but they make sure to talk about it. Dan never wants Lando to feel guilty about something he can't control, and Lando never wants Dan to think that Lando sees him as a threat

After the two year fic where Lando's drink is swapped, they do struggle. Lando has a lot of guilt around that night, and he feels like he's let Dan and their friends down at first, and he's in a bad space, so Dan or anyone touching him, just makes him feel wrong and he hates it. Having Koa definitely helps because after they get him, he can lie on Lando when Lando is feeling that sort of way, and give Lando the comfort he needs while Dan talks him through it, and Koa even does the same for Dan when Dan feels down about things or about not being able to make Lando's pain go away

#party au #dando #daniel/lando #lando/daniel

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i still am / mick schumacher

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day 24: question (part of one-word november prompts!)

summary: one beer too many and answers to questions you always wanted to know but where always too afraid to ask.

word count: 0.8k

pairing: mick schumacher x reader

warnings: not proofread. alcohol and the consumption of.

mick and you weren't big fans of drinking, but tonight it was a special night: you were accepted into your dream college, and would move away to be closer to it. switzerland was home to you, not only because you grew up there, but because your favorite german boy lived here, and nothing felt more like home than being trapped in his arms.

but you thought that the fuzzy and warm feeling you got when you were close to him was just coincidential. or at least, you didn't want to believe the signs your body tried desperately for you to read. you two were only friends, and nothing more. even if he lived next door, or if he was a world away due to your move. "do you want to play a game?" he shyly said, while closing the fridge and handing you the can of beer. you were seated on the floor on your balcony, just admiring the stars for what could be the last time for a bit. at least, until you decided to come back home.

"yeah, mickie, what do you have in mind?".

"just the old q&a. i ask you a question, you answer, and so it goes" he started to explain, while he squatted down to sit beside you. "if you don't want to answer, you'll have to drink a whole can of beer" mick joked, and you playfully rolled your eyes, which caused him to grin. "so?" he asked again, when you didn't answer him.

"i like it. who will go first?".

"your idea, you go first, schumacher". the german boy laughed at how easy his last name rolled off your tongue. you two started to call eachother by their last names only joking when you were kids, but it had stuck. the thing mick loved the most about your friendship was how many inside jokes you two had, how easy it was when everything surrounding both of you seemed to be so complicated.

"why do you need to get away?"

you knew that he hadn't took well the news about your departure. even tough he was most of the year away due to his job, coming back home and knowing that you would be close to him, like the old times, helped him through the season; you were his string back home, pulling him in when he felt too lost. now, he didn't know how could he still call this place home if you weren't in it.

you huffed, a bit annoyed at the reocurring topic. "mickie, we talked about this. i'm not going away. i'll come back often. you know i can't stay away from home for too long" you joked, reminiscing of when you had travelled to him to join him at a triple header. it meant that you were away from home for almost a whole month, and the distance had definitely impacted you negatively. mick nodded, still a bit unsure, but not wanting to push the subject any further.

"what do you find the most difficult about what you do?". he didn't want his answer to sound so sharp, but it left his mouth without giving it a second thought.

"staying away from you"

it was just mere seconds before he went, like a firefighter, to extinguish any kind of suspicion his statement could have lightened. "staying away from angie, my family, home. when i'm on the track i don't really think about anything. but the nights are hard sometimes". you hummed, like you understood what he was talking about.

as the night went on, the cans of beer getting emptied and your tongues speaking almost without inhibitions, you asked the blue eyed boy something that you couldn't even muster up the courage to think when you're sober.

"did you ever think about us... like, together?".

he smiled and nodded, while finishing his third beer of the night. when you realized he had no intentions on expanding his answer, you continued asking. "why didn't you say something then?".

he laughed at your impatience. "one question at a time, schatzi".

after thinking about it a bit, a few seconds later he took his turn. "you truly didn't realize that i was in love with you?". the newfound information startled you so much that it seemed like the alcohol had evaporated from your body. even if you didn't want to acknowledge it, you had been in love with the boy in front of you since you meet him, back when your family moved to switzerland when you were just a kid. still, you never had a clue of his feelings towards you.

"you were?". he smiled, finding your clueless reaction cute. he always thought that you knew about his infatuation towards you but decided to not say anything to avoid any awkwardness between you two.

"i still am, liebling".

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 x you #charlewiss writing challenge #one word november prompts #user charlewiss #f1 x y/n #f1 x yn #formula 1 imagine #mick schumacher fluff #mick schumacher x y/n #mick schumacher x reader #mick schumacher x you #mick schumacher imagine #mick schumacher blurb #mick schumacher one shot

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Billy watches as Steve slips through the crowd, eyes red and hand covering his nose and mouth until he's out the front door and gone. He's far too drunk, way too on edge to deal with his unattainable mission of the night to walk right out the door before midnight even hits. His plan to corner him alone, get him riled up enough to make Steve do something about it a very dumb one but the rejection before the question is enough to send Billy to the punch ball that Wheeler herself had taken full advantage of by the state of her stumbling out of the hallway.

Two cups down and whatever had been mixed in that bowl was doing wonders because the room was losing focus and the anger in his limbs was gone, replaced by the need to get fucked by someone before the night was up. Harrington was a lost cause but someone in this hell town had to be gay enough to accept a drunken hole in a quiet room.

That's when he sees him. Bare, meaty chest exposed to the crowd of wasted teens swaying with a smile that sent a rush of warmth through him. Arms of a wrestler, thick and raised in the air as he starts to make his way off the make shift dance floor of the living room area. Before Billy even realised he was walking he was following him down the hallway towards what he guessed was the bathroom and sure enough he turned to glance at Billy and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Dude, can I help you?" he asked seeming pretty sober but Billy wasn't able to tell.

"Maybe," Billy grinned and to his surprise the boy in the kilt smiled back.

"You're new? Are you the Cali boy people are talking about?"

"Maybe."

"Is that the only work you know," he laughed. It was deep but sweet.

Billy stopped himself from saying it again but the two of them shared another laugh. This time though, he stepped closer to Billy and touched the collar of his leather jacket.

"Terminator or an excuse to be shirtless?" he asked.

Billy stepped even closer and slipped a finger into the waist band of his kilt. "I'd ask you the same but I don't know any scottish movies."

When they laughed Billy glanced at the bathroom door only a few feet from where they were standing and he must have got the idea because next thing Billy knows, he's being pulled his his jacket inside and the door is locked.

He pushes Billy against the sink, eyes burning into his body as his strong hands run up his beer and sweat covered torso before stopping to unzip his jeans and pull them down. No underwear as always so his half hard dick springs free just as he watches the kilt shift on its own...

Without a word Billy turns around and lets his jeans fall to his ankles, the cold surface of the counter sending a chill over his warm skin but before he can even get a purchase on the marble he feels hands spreading his cheeks and spit hit his hole.

"Fuck me," he breathes and sure enough kilt boy pushes himself inside without question.

More prep would have been better but Billy wants it too bad to care, he'll deal with it tomorrow and oh boy he will because he's thick. He feels himself being stretched as his hands hold his hips in place, his own dick trapped against the cupboard below.

The rest is a blur of strong hands, watching the expressions on his face in the mirror and finally the weight of this big boy on him as he comes deep inside satisfying Billy's final mission of the night. He's too drunk to finish himself but the look the boy in the kilt gives him as he pulls up his jeans and turns around is enough for now.

"That was the hottest thing I've ever done," he smiles as sweat rolls down his chest. "We gotta do that again."

"Maybe," Billy smirks and buttons his fly before turning to open the door.

"Before you go, what's your name?"

"Billy."

"Charlie."

"I'll see you at school then, Charlie."

#lemon #bilt #one sided harringrove #for now #billy hargrove #billy x kilt guy #kilt guy #i wrote this at 5am so be nice

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bophobic · 1 year

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tw: this entire headcanon post is about hard drugs and substance abuse. i try and be respectful of people’s experiences, softly & lightly realistic, if that makes sense.

not one part of this post is condoning drug abuse. these are just my headcanons. i stick to talking about habits and not the experiences

I think it’s something all 3 of the sinclair brothers struggled with though.

It’s not canon-canon but due to one particular fanart piece I think most people hc Bo as being an alcoholic. It’s easy to get and easy to feel normal even if he’s dependent on it. He weened himself off because he doesn’t get through withdrawals easily, without lashing out at others or himself.

Of course a lot of victims come through with booze. If Bo’s raiding campsites he’ll take them and smash them out of earshot first thing. Vince & Lester will go with him sometimes, but they mostly just try and keep it away from him. He’s really serious about sobriety, tracks his days and makes his own tokens. Unfortunately that doesn’t stop him from falling off once in a while.

It might be too obvious but I think Lester’s probably tried meth at least once, especially if he got into partying at all. He tries to be around people, make his own found family after being in foster care, and when he started trying to be self-reliant he got in with the wrong people. It wasn’t the first thing he tried, but it was the thing that continued to be a problem for him.

He was using a few years after turning 16, until he caught up with his brothers and got away from what he built before. He does want to stay clean and not give them another reason to reject him. Between the extended use and his teeth never really getting better some people who come through hone in on it and make immediate judgements, and Lester can always tell when that happens. That’s when he’ll start targeting them for fun.

Vincent’s the one who doesn’t really want to get sober. His thing is prescription drugs, specifically benzodiazapines but he’ll try whatever he can get his hands on. He has a stash of ADD meds if he goes through a period of throwing himself into his (mother’s) work. He doesn’t sleep well or regularly without drugs, so even though they do make it worse he doesn’t really think it’s worse enough to care.

Bo and Lester will both try and get to ANY meds before him to keep him from it but they can’t get everything. Vincent’s really good at identifying pills, he’s responsible with at least trying one thing at a time and remembering what he took, to the point of keeping a journal entry with any identifying details he can get. He sees himself as functional that way. Lester’s also good at IDing pills but he tries not to cause certain ones tempt him too much. It’ll blow you away what some of those kids come through with.

xx stay safe, i love you. cc or someone to talk to, my is inbox open.

#house of wax 2005 #bo sinclair #vincent sinclair #lester sinclair #drugs for ts #drug use for ts #alcohol for ts #hard drugs for ts #jasonwrites

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queer-starwars-bracket · 8 months

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Queer Star Wars Characters (Round 3): General Bracket Match 11

Zeen Mrala | Identity: wlw | Media: The High Republic Phase I

Zeen Mrala was raised in the Elders of the Path cult, a religion which saw force-sensitivity as abhorrent. In a metaphor for being neurodivergent and/or queer, Zeen was force-sensitive, which was something she had to keep secret. When her planet was simultaneously affected by an Emergence and attacked by the Nihil, she was forced to use her powers to help the Jedi save her people. This caused her closest friend, Krix Kammerat, to feel betrayed, and he joined the Nihil. Unable to stay with the Path, she joined the Jedi of the Star Hopper, who agreed to train her as essentially a Jedi auxiliary even though she was too old to become a proper Jedi. She found it was much easier to make friends when she didn’t have to hide who she was, and easily found a family among the Padawans on the Star Hopper. She grew closest with the padawan Lula Talisola. She joined the Jedi in attempting to hunt down Krix, who was quickly growing in power within the Nihil. Through her Force connecting with Lula and the balancing of love and nonattatchment they were able to succeed. After Starlight Beacon was destroyed and Lula was declared missing, she swore she would do whatever it took to find her love.

When Zeen first confronted Krix after she decided to hunt him down, her anger at Krix’s reaction to his view of her powers drove her to Force choke him, only being held back by Lula. After further Jedi training, the next time she had Krix had her mercy she was able to resist his bait and didn’t harm him. She had come to terms that Krix had never really loved her if he couldn’t accept all of her. She took well to Jedi training, but never had any angst about not being allowed to become a proper Jedi.

Sinjir Rath Velus | Identity: gay | Media: Aftermath Trilogy

Ignoring Moff Moors, Sinjir is tied with Esmelle and Shirene for being the first queer character in the New EU. And unlike those two, he is a major character. He was abused by his mother and then the ISB training process. An ISB loyalty officer, he was stationed on the Endor shield generator, where he nope-d out and attempted to become a regular civilian. An alcoholic, he found himself on Akiva, where he was pulled into helping Norra Wexley, her son Temmin, and the bounty hunter Jas Emari drive the Empire off the planet. Afterwards, he decided to make up for his time with the Empire by joining a New Republic war criminal hunting squad with the rest of the Aftermath novel’s ensemble cast. He began dating New Republic slicer Conder Kyl, but due to his alcoholism and trauma, their relationship was rocky. His team helped Han Solo in an unauthorized mission to liberate Kashyyyk. Afterwards, considering himself unworthy, he broke up with Conder. After the Liberation Day attacks, he joined Norra and her team in attempting to hunt down Rae Sloane. They tracked her to the planet Jakku, where the Imperial fleet was massing. After sending Norra, Jas, and Mister Bones down to the planet, Sinjir and Temmin returned to Chandrilla to convince the New Republic to launch an attack against Jakku. Sinjir got pulled into the political shenanigans necessary to get the resolution to pass, where he had to go crawling back to Conder and beg him for help. After Conder’s life was threatened in the process, Sinjir realized he couldn’t stay away from Conder. With his found family, he was able to become sober. He was recruited by Mon Mothma to become her aide. He and Conder got married after the end of the war.

Sinjir was snarky and cynical, in part as a defense mechanism and the result of his alcoholism. But even after he got better, he was still a silly guy. As a former loyalty officer, he was skilled in intrigue and intelligence, as well as self-defense. After a lifetime serving the Empire, even though he wanted to help the New Republic, he rankled at still just following what a government tells him to do- hence all the unauthorized missions. Mon Mothma recruited him because she needed a cynic and someone who could play the game. He was very close with Jas Emari, essentially platonic soulmates.

#star wars #sw #sw aftermath #sinjir rath velus #zeen mrala #the high republic #sw thr

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thesmokingguns · 2 years

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I know it’s you

Dating Nikki for three months had been interesting to say the least. He was a bit of a mess at all times and didn't seem to know how to get better. But the way he treated you, the way that he touched you and talked to you. It was unlike any love you had ever experienced before and you were hooked on the way that he made you feel.

"Please, they're all I have." his grandparents were coming to town to stay with him and Nikki's house was not ready to have guests or really be inhabited by anyone. He was trying to get you to stay with him, move in and add the woman's touch that his place was missing.

Also maybe hire a cleaner that he didn't scare away and finally help him make his house into the home that he was desperately craving.

But it being only three months and moving in with him seemed like a red flag to you. Plus you knew that Nikki was trying to be sober and you were scared about trying to help him with that. It felt like a lot of pressure. You weren’t sure that you were going to be the person that he needed and the idea of letting him down or getting him off track made you anxious.

There was also the financial aspect of living with him. Nikki had bought a house, half furnished it and forgot about half the rooms that he had in the house so they remained empty or storage space for the mounds of shit he collected. And NIkki was a full fledged pack rat.. You had a decent job but not the type that could pay half the mortgage or do your fair share in the home. You didn't want to live somewhere where you didn't have a say in what was going on and moving into someone's house felt like you would always feel like a guest there.

"I can't afford living with you. I just don't feel comfortable not contributing alongside you" you bit your lip as he blinked, money hadn't even been something that he thought about because it never really mattered to him now that he had it.

"Why would you pay for anything? You're my girl. I'll take care of you." It seemed so simple to him, he had plenty of money and if he wasn't going to be spending $1000 dollars on drugs and booze he was doing really well.

He didn't understand that you had been on your own for so long that you needed to pay your way. You needed to contribute and not feel like you were someone's burden.

"Just because you're not paying the bills doesn't mean you're not contributing. I need your help making the house a home. That's a full time job. It will be like a practice run for when we're married." Your eyes snapped up from your coffee to look at him.

The red flag olympics were currently going from the national anthems to the medal ceremony at his words. Marriage? Was he out of his goddamn mind?

"We've been together for three months, Nikki." you reminded him, stomach flipping as you tried to calm yourself down from the way he talked about things. The idea of being Mrs. Sixx making your heart beat more than you ever wanted to admit. You felt giddy and you weren’t the type of person to lean into the flimsy feelings like this.

Trying to get a grip on your emotions as you told yourself in the calm, even voice that you were moving too fast and things that moved too fast always ended up burning. But you were letting him reach for your hand, finger strumming over the ring finger of your left hand and thoughts of there being a diamond there as a status symbol of you being claimed made you sit a little taller. Why was the idea of Nikki being your husband, you being his wife causing such a reaction? YOu were wondering to yourself.

"And in three months I already know you're the one, babe. You and me. You're going to be my wife one day. And as much as I know you like to be in charge I hope you know I will want to take care of you and our babies, forever." This was why you loved Nikki; when he told you things you could feel the authenticity in his words.

Babies? Nikki was standing, getting his red flag gold medal as you tried to swallow the lump that was in your throat.

No one had ever loved you the way that he did. No one had ever even come close to loving you with the strength and passion he had. And telling you how he wanted you, how he looked forward to taking care of you and seeing you as an addition and not someone weighing him down was enough to make your eyes sting with the pinprick of tears as you took a shaky breath.

How could you say no to him now?

"Just a practice run, Nikki. I'll stay for the month before and help you get the house together and I'll stay with you when they're there. But I want to keep my apartment in case we decide that this isn't a good idea." You warned him, needing a backup plan for your own sanity.

Nikki was smiling knowing that he had convinced you to come live with him. He had thought it was going to be way more of a drag out fight but was thrilled you had given in to him.

The pair of you were opposites in ways that complimented each other. Nikki was the type who was spontaneous where you thrived off a well organized plan and backup plan B. and C. You could stay calm under pressure where he was ruled by emotions and let things spill out that he should have kept in. Coming from an average childhood you could thrive on normal everyday things like housework or grocery shopping, where Nikki forgot that he had to buy his own toilet paper.

It was good for you two because it made you work together and it seemed like you were the perfect team.

"I'll never change my mind about you." He was lifting your hands to his lips, kissing them.

And as you sat with him you believed him.

#Nikki SIxx fanfic #nikki sixx #Nikki SIxx fan fic #Nikki SIxx imagine #Nikki SIxx fan fiction

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valenshawke · 5 months

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Everything in my drafts is tagged.

Now to start scheduling.

And to ramble.

First two weeks of December were one big shitshow. Really, it started on November 30th when I had a "meeting" with my "supervisors" and ended up blowing up at them.

But I still have to think about a future in this place, so I couldn't go beyond that.

But I was so ANGRY at those two idiotic shit-clowns that I did something I hadn't done in awhile.

I started drinking again.

Given, my medical condition, this is something I most certainly SHOULD NOT BE DOING. My therapist was not pleased to say the least.

And I didn't care.

I basically went on a binge from December 1st to December 16th. I think I only had four sober days in that period.

And it was nice at first. But by the 14th, it really lost it's luster. And after Saturday, the 16th, I decided I was losing too many hours to sleeping cause I was so lit.

So I stopped drinking again.

Are there healthier things I could have been doing? Yeah. And before this year, I had a workout regiment, tracked my calories, etc.

And work just made life just trying to get through the next day.

I hope 2024 is better. But I got to be willing to put in the work. And right now, it's so difficult.

My vacation isn't even really a vacation cause work keeps interrupting.

Something's got to give.

But at least I didn't blowup at anyone outside of work. That's something?

Anyways, I'll start scheduling tomorrow so I can return to this blog being a mess of my interests.

#Personval

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oscartwofoxtrot · 1 year

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soo.. gk characters at a karaoke bar. what would happen? the world needs to know.

The whole thing was Ray’s idea, because of course it was. He’s having the time of his life caterwauling various Avril Lavigne hits to a surprisingly receptive audience. Brad would not have agreed to come if he’d known in advance that this was a karaoke bar.

Brad immediately decides that - much as he would like to, since there’s not enough alcohol in the world to make this experience tolerable - he cannot risk getting drunk, lest he be persuaded into some kind of performance which he will undoubtedly regret the next day and which there may end up being documented photographic and/or video evidence of, knowing Lilley.

Nate is there too, and that’s another reason Brad absolutely does not need his judgement impaired right now. The temptation’s always there, and never more so when Nate’s in civvies and seemingly at ease, laughing good-naturedly at the antics of his platoon.

Still, no reason why Nate shouldn’t have a good time - god knows he needs it - so Brad offers to buy him a drink and suggests, “Take the night off for once, sir. I’ll keep an eye on the kids.” And Nate looks at him consideringly for a second and then smiles that absolute gut-punch of a smile and says, “Alright, Sergeant, I’ll take you up on that offer.”

Doc Bryan: “Can the adults in the room make the executive decision to move this party literally anywhere else?” (translation: I have too much self-respect to get into a fight at a karaoke bar). Poke meanwhile is having way too much fun watching these white boys make complete fools of themselves.

Rudy: “Do they have any Enya?”

Walt’s pretty shy, but after a few beers Ray manages to coax him onto the stage - and ends up kind of regretting it since his angelic voice and sweet country boy vibes instantly win the hearts of every girl in the place.

Q-tip and Christeson. They don’t even need a backing track, they have each other! You’d think that many shots would interfere with their beatboxing abilities, but they’ve had so much practise that it’s almost second nature at this point.

(Bizarrely, they also keep insisting the LT’s a really good singer, honest, we heard him a couple times in Iraq, he’s screwby yo. Brad’s not entirely sure he believes them, but the idea that they know something about Nate he doesn’t nearly causes him to crush a beer bottle in his bare hand.)

At the end of the night, with everyone else safely chaperoned out the door, Nate ruefully admits that he drove here since he hadn’t really intended on drinking all that much. Brad offers him a ride home before he can think better of it, which leads to Nate Fick in his passenger seat, loose-limbed and a little tipsy and perhaps the most relaxed Brad’s seen him, absent-mindedly singing along to a song on the radio as they pull up outside Nate’s house. And fuck if Q-tip and Christeson weren’t telling the truth: he can sing.

Brad’s staring. He knows he’s staring, he can’t help it, and when Nate catches him at it the singing trails off and he blushes, biting his lip in embarrassment. Jesus Christ, he’s so fucking beautiful it’s not even fair, and Brad’s damn near sober but all of a sudden it’s like he can’t police himself. Everything he’s been trying to hide must be showing on his face right now, he’s sure of it, and Nate’s staring at him with some kind of realisation dawning across his expression–

He blinks, and Nate is suddenly a lot closer, leaning over the centre console. A tentative hand is hovering at Brad’s cheek, and the indecipherable look in his eyes is something a lot like hope. “Tell me if this is okay,” he whispers, and Brad is pressing their mouths together in answer before he even finishes his sentence.

#asks #generation kill #bradnate #this…kind of got away from me #there’s not a prompt on earth i can’t turn into a bradnate pinefest and that’s the oscartwofoxtrot dot tumblr dot com guarantee!

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emocka · 1 year

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Gentle curse part 1

Playlist for this piece

Kiss you by one direction

Case 143 by stray kids (we love stray kids here 😤)

Mrs. Right by mindless behavior ft diggy simmons

Pleasure WARP UPS

Cross my heart final take

Into you Ariana Grande

Note: fruits basket and an Instagram reel inspired this reader is an SA victim. Aether suffers from anxiety

You have black cat energy. Aether was a golden retriever.

Both have been cursed since birth.

How did you meet? Lumine.

How did you realize the other was cursed?

He got too excited and hugged you.

Poof. There sat a cream-colored retriever with a black cat. He freaked you, said meh, and stretched. Curling up, you started to sleep. He calmed down just enough to curl around you. He nodded off eventually.

----

You both woke up completely nude. You freaked, he freaked. Smacks were exchanged shirts were thrown over his head to block the view. His hand over your eyes. The whole ordeal was embarrassing for both parties. Eventually, you managed to get dressed.

'Sorry about that,' He said, rebraiding his hair.

'It's fine.' You said in awe. He had long hair.

Something you found attractive.

'I like your hair,' you said.

'Thank you!' He smiled at you as he finished. 'I should get going. I'd hug, but after what we both witnessed and saw, I think we both should cross that off

You nodded. He smiled and left the apartment.

'He's cute. Wonder why lumine made us meet though' you said, locking the door behind him. 'Eh bed time'

----

You met him once more. This time he arrived at your workplace with venti in tow. You were a bartender.

He asked for a long iced ice tea, thinking it was a literal ice tea.

He was so innocent and wrong.

'Yooouuu sooo prettyyyyyy' He slurred. 'Are you ssiiingleeeee?'

'That bard boy is gonna pay. Sixteen glasses of that stuff. You need to sober up.'

'Please go out with meeeeee.' He started to say 'I love cats. I loooooveeee them. Looooveeeee them. Has anyone told yooou look kissableeeee'

You sighed, pulling him towards your front door. Unlocking it, you pushed him inside. Entering you locked it. Turning around, aether trapped you.

'You know what's sad?' He said cheeks red

'Do tell,' you said, giving him a gentle push towards the couch.

'I've always been single. Being famous is draining. The other guys have a support system. I don't.' He fell towards the couch. 'Having this curse makes it worse. I wonder why lumine paired us up together. We can't hug without transforming. If we're really sick, we transform.'

You looked at him. You know how he felt. You were a bartender, yes, but you felt out of place being curse.

'Does your sister know? About the curse?' You asked.

'Yea. She was the one who tracked you down. You did lose touch with her a few years ago.' He slurred his words before falling forward.

Without thinking, you caught him. This action caused you both to transform. He howled before falling asleep. You gave him an affectionate lick on his head. Curling around his nose, you fell asleep as well.

---

The next morning was...akward. again, you both transformed back to your normal selves. Aether was hugging your arm in his sleep. You had unconsciously taken the blanket off the couch to cover both of you. Aether managed not to freak out and wake you up.

'Hey, wake up.' He shook you gently.

You groaned and woke up slowly. Sitting up, he made sure the blanket covered your chest.

'Oh,' you said, looking at the situation.

'My head hurts'aether moaned.

'Considering you drank 16 long Island ice teas, I'm surprised you woke up first.' You said. 'You get dressed.'

You got up securing the blanket around your body. Aether nodded as you left the living room clothes in hand.

---

'You hungry?' You asked as he came to the living room. Shirt in his arms, he looks at you, nodding. 'OK. There is a spare brush in the bathroom mirror. It is still in the packaging.'

Aether thanked you and went to the bathroom.

As he ran the brush through his hair, he recalled last night.

Well tried. He recalled calling you kissable and pretty. He blushed at that thought. He put the brush down. Grabbing the hair tie, he started braiding his hair.

---

You set a plate of pancakes in front of him. He thanked you as he picked up the fork. Noticing you weren't eating, he asked.

'Are you ok?' He asked. 'NOT hungry?'

'I've never felt the need to eat,' you said, folding the blanket up. 'Been like that since I was sixteen'

He looked at your figure. You were a little skinny.

'Can I ask what happened?' He asked.

'It's a long story.' You said. 'IF you have time'

'I have time,' He said.

So you told the story.

It broke him. Towards the end, he launched himself out of the chair. He ran and hugged you.

----

Lumine was at your doorstep. After you explained everything to aether down to your curse, he called her.

After he called her, he went to comfort you. He had apologized for triggering your trauma.

He didn't know the territories he was treading. When he realized what you went through, his anxiety rose.

'I'm sorry.' He repeated a fifth time.

'Hey, don't worry,' you said, cupping his cheek. 'Calm down. You're having an anxiety attack.'

He tried to calm down, but with the situation, it got worse.

'Hey, stay here and hold this,' you said. On the couch was a heart-shaped pillow. You grabbed it. 'I'll be right back. Hug that'

You went into the kitchen. Setting the kettle, you began to make him tea. After several minutes, you returned. Sitting in front of him, you held out a cup of tea.

'Here I use this blend to help with ptsd flashbacks. It should help with your attacks.'

He looked at you before setting the pillow in his lap. Taking the cup, he started sipping at the drink. After a few minutes, he felt calm.

'Feeling better?' You asked. He nodded. 'That's good.'

'Thank for sticking around,'he said.

He was grateful to have someone stick around and guide him through a panic attack. Therapy sessions weren't much help. But you? You did something that his therapist never mentioned.

'No problem,' you smiled at him. 'Say do you still want a support system?'

He looked at you confused. How did you know he didn't have one?

So you explained that in his drunken state, he spilled a couple of things.

'So do you want a support system?' You looked at him.

He nodded. You smiled.

'OK. I'll be that support you need.'

-----

'Say lumine?' He asked. 'Why are you so hell bent on breaking our curse? How did you even find out y/n was cursed?'

She sighed.

'She was having a severe flashback in my room one day. I left her alone to grab something. Mom needed me to do something. She was alone for twenty minutes. When I walked in, I found a black cat in the middle of her clothes. She was being skittish. She bit me hard. I don't blame her.' Lumine honked the horn. 'That how I found out. I'm hell-bent on breaking this curse because it's an inconvenience. I don't want you to transform on stage.'

He nodded.

'I brought you two together. The reason one is that you need a support system. Reason two? She needs someone like you in her life. I figured if you two met, it'll take off. Didn't expect you guys to hit it off so quickly.'

----

Ever since you met aether, he has been dragging you out to places. Taking you to places you never hear of.

In return, you brought him to the quieter places. Libraries, book stores, etc.

He showed you the more louder side of life you showed him, the more quiet side. You guys rubbed off each other, helping the other.

'Hey y/n' Aether spotted you. You approached him. 'Ready?'

Today he wanted to take you to a restraunt. You told him that there was a place you wanted to try. So he made a plan to take you there.

'Yea let go,' you smiled.

He ushered you to follow him. So you did. A waiter walked over. He guiding you both to a table. Handing you both a menu she left.

'I'd recommend the satisfying salad to start.'Aether said, pointing at the picture. 'It might help with your appetite. After that, if you want more, I can recommend something else.'

You smiled. I'm always looking out to make sure you're comfortable.

'Thanks,' you said, tapping his hand.

God, you are such a beauty. He admired you.

'Hey, do you get PO?' He suddenly asked.

You nodded.

'OK. So I want to ask you if you would like to come with me to shoot taking place outside of mondstat. It is just for a week.'

'You do modeling?' You asked.

He nodded.

'Occasionally, we're asked to do that.' He said as the waitress returned.

He placed his order before looking at you.

'Satisfying salad, please.' The waitress nodded, leaving you two alone.

'Yea. Where?' You asked him.

'Inazuma,' He said, wrapping his pinky finger around yours. 'I think you'll like the place.'

You smiled.

'I'll put the request in.' You said.

He smiled.

----

'I can approve it.' Your boss said.

Diluc was the wine industry tycoon and your boss. You knew he cared for his employees. Cared so much that the guy who assaulted you years ago was permanently banned from any bar. He also sent you home with a taser when you walked home alone.

In return, he left you to your own devices running the bar. You were his best flare bartender.

'Just promise me you'll be safe with whoever is taking you.' He said.

You promised him before leaving to get the rush started.

Aether showed up this time the bard nowhere in sight.

'Hey there, goldie' you smiled poking your tongue at him. He rolled his eyes.

'Hi y/n' He smiled.

'What do you want?'

'Possible to make a Virgin Long Island ice tea,' He asked.

'Sure can.' You grabbed the stuff to make it.

As he waited, he felt someone tap him. Turning around, he looked at a group of young ladies.

'Can I help you?'He asked.

'You ask him.'they started arguing over who was asking him.

'Hi,' the girls giggled clearly had one to many. 'Our friend wants your number'

'Sir, you've had one too many BOUNCER!!!!' You had confiscated the guys' keys. 'CALL A TAXI PLEASE!'

'She thinks you're very cute.' The girl started closing in on him.

'Hey baby? These girls bothering you,' you came to his rescue.

He thanked you, playing along, called you kitten.

'Aw, he looks single.' The girls whined.

'Who keeps serving you?' You asked them. Aether beckoned you forward.

You came closer to him. Asking quietly to kiss your cheek. You nodded slowly. He kissed your cheek gently.

You went red. After confiscating the girls' keys, you called for a cab. Handing aether his drink, you got back to work. Aether left after a while. You managed to get through the rest of your shift.

After closing for the night, you left the building. Diluc offered you a ride, but you declined. Not wanting to be a burden.

So you walked.

Aether called you.

---

'Hey,' you said, answering the phone.

'Where are you?' He asked. He was home with the other guys. Xiao, kunikuzushi, and kazuha went to bed. Venti was trying to get in the wine cabinet but kept forgetting that they were locked. Hiezou was flirting with aether. Aether ignored it.

'Walking home.'You said.

'This late?!' Aether anxiety rose. 'Go to the closest store I'm picking you up'

'I don't want to be a bur-' you started to say, but aether cut you off.

'Store, please. Let me know where and I'll come get you'

'Ok,' you said, signing mentally.

'Why are you calling?' You asked.'change of plans?'

'Kinda-just go to bed!- how are you with snow?'

'It's therapeutic for me.'You replied, hitting the cross walking button 'ouch that hurts. Why?'

'It's taking place on a mountain.' He grabbed hiezou arm then walked him to the kitchen. 'Park it.'

'Excuse me?! You don't-' you began before you heard another male voice in the background. 'Nevermind'

You put the phone on speaker crossing the road.

'And stay! Venti bed now!' Aether said. 'Glad to hear that. Pack warm.'

'OK. Also I'm at the store.' You gave him the name of the store and the location. 'Actully I could pick up a few things. Want anything? My treat'

'Yea.' He said grabbing his keys ' I'll meet you there in a few minutes'

'Ok' you smiled as he ended the call. Entering the store you did light shopping.

'I should have asked what he wanted.' You muttered ' walking past the tea selection you stopped and looked. 'Oh I wonder if he wants that.'

You looked at the selection going over the options before settling on the lavender.

'Hey cutie' you froze.

*no* you panicked slightly. For the past two years you managed to not have a flashback. *please no*

You grabbed the item before booking it to the register. Once you were rang up and bagged you grabbed it and ran.

Hoping aether was here you started to look for his car. You were in full panic mode. It was coming close. Very close. Spotting his car you threw the back door open tossing the stuff in you ducked in the car closing the door. The flashback began.

'Y/n?! Are you ok?' Aether panicked as you sounds like you were in pain. Screaming no covering your body. He didn't know what to do or how to help. He called lumine asking for help.

'Be gentle and whatever you do don't touch her ok? What usually helps is telling her your going home. Home is a comfort for her. She'll likely transform so be weary.'

Aether did as told.

'Hey y/n. It's ok. Your safe' He said. You began to calm down. Reduce to a whimper aether let his breath go. Amongst everything he held his breath. 'Lets go home.'

You nodded. You looked really weak. Aether made note and tore out of the parking lot. In a matter of thirty seconds your black cat form was curled up in the backseat. He kept silent checking the mirror constantly making sure you were OK.

Once he was in the apartment complex he started panicking.

Deciding screw it he collected your belongings and you.

He didn't transform. Opening the door to your apartment he managed to dump everything but you on the floor. Locking the door he rushed to your room. Carefully moving the blanket aside he put you down. He fell to the floor in relief.

You decided to jump in his lap. Why? Well over the past few weeks aether was someone you felt comfortable around. He felt safe.

Aether looked at you in shock. After your flashback he expected you to stay on the bed. Not in his lap. So he called lumine.

'Yes?' She answered the phone.

'So what doea it mean if she says in my lap?' He asked as he gave you a head scratch.

'You didn't transform when you picked her up? Intersting. Anyways it means she veiws you a safe person. Trust me thats a hard feat to reach. She doesn't trust many around her even me. Tell me how did you do it?'

'Uh...I don't know.' He replied as you stretched.

'Hm...I wonder' she said outloud.

'I'm gonna hang up. My anxiety is up and I'm tired' He hung up. 'Your probably gonna transform soon. Here this will cover you.'

He pulled a blanket down and carefully wrapped you in it. He then left you in his lap.

Together you both sat there.

'I wish people like you never got hurt.' He said. 'I wish the world was safe.'

He began to rant.

He ranted about how unfair the world was. How he failed to protect you, keep you safe. It was unfair for you being a victim.

He started crying. He was having a breakdown. You wanted to help but you were in your cat form. You stood o. Your hindlegs paws on his chest. Aether didn't notice. He was crying and having a huge panic attack.

You returned to normal wrapping the blanket around your body.

'Aether it's not your fault. If anything it was mine. I probably brought it on myself.' You said.

Your mother had drilled that in your head. She said you brought it on yourself during the assult. Something lumine was working with you on.

'But it w-wasn't your fault' He said crying harder. 'No one does anything to deserve that.'

You felt tears prick your eyes.

'Aether it's ok. I've come to accept it.' You cupped his cheek.

'No! Don't accept it' He looked at you hand on your shoulder. 'It wasn't you!'

You gave him a sad smile. He started hyperventilating.

'Hey. Let's calm down ok? I'll get dressed and make tea. Here' You opened the dresser and pulled out a heart shaped pillow. 'Give me ten minutes.'

He nodded struggling to slow his breathing down. You grabbed clothes and went into the bathroom. Getting dressed you washed up and headed into the kitchen. Setting the kettle you went to your room. Aether was still struggling to get his breathing under control.

'Hey take my hands' you said holding them out.

He did as told but instead you were met with golden retriever paws. He had trasnformed.

'Oh. ' You got down on your on your knees. Aether laid his head on your legs. 'Hey hop on my bed. I'll join you in in a minute'

He did as told as you left the room. Tonight was going to be silent. The only sounds coming from the TV in your room.

You returned aether looking at you. Climbing in the bed you started stroking his head.

'Thanks for staying with me' you said. He looked at you quietly whimpering. 'You have a really big heart. Your have a warm personality too. It why I feel so safe with you.'

He shifted to get closer to you. You kissed him on his head.

'Thanks for guiding through my flashback. I'm sorry you saw that.' He nugde his nose against your chin. 'Leta get some sleep. Ok? Well talk more in the morning. Sleep well goldie'

You turned around pulling a blanket up around you both.

----

Aether had woken up in the middle of the night at some point as he was dressed. But when morning came you two had your pinky linked.

When you woke up he was still having shaky breaths. Tears staining the pillows and his face.

Aether had a nightmare during the night. He doesn't know how dreams work but the one he had placed him on the day of your assult. He witnessed it and tried to stop i but he was paralyzed.

'Hey aether you ok?' You sat up. 'Hey.'

----

'Hey Aether' He heard your voice. 'You ok?'

It sounded sweet and gentle. 'Hey'

He liked the sound of your voice. It was like a gentle rain.

He slowly opened his eyes. You were shaking him gently. Your eyes full of concern.

'Hey. You ok?' You asked again.

'Yea. I'm ok' He sat up wiping his tears away.

'You want breakfast?' You touched his shoulder. 'I'll make anything you want.'

'Pancakes sound good' He mumbled laying back down.

'You want to sleep a little more?' You checked his forehead. 'You do feel a little warm'

He didn't respond instead pulling the blanket over his head and closing his eyes. You left him alone.

----

He ended up sleeping for eighteen hours. Something you should have prevented but didn't.

You decided it be best to leave him alone. He seems agitated this morning.

So you decided to start packing and cleaning the kitchen. You werent working the next two days so you had time on your hands. Occasionly checking on him you managed to clean the house. By the time you finished lumine was calling you.

'Hello?' You answered it.

'You doing better?' She asked. 'You had me worried after aether called me last night.'

'Sorry! I'm doing better. Aether helped me.' You said opening your bedroom door.

He was still sleeping but the blanket was on the floor. You smiled walking towards the blanket.

'What happened after?' She asked. You checked aether forehead.

Keeping quiet you grabbed the blanket and threw it over him. You left the room

'Its a long story.' You replied. 'And something I don't wanna discuss.'

'No worries. Im.gonna come by and pick you up for therapy. Aether should be fine' lumine said. 'I'll see you in twenty minutes.'

She ended the call. You decided to go in your room. Approaching him slowly you sat on the bed.

----

'Are you serious?!' Lumine yelled.

She had entered you apartment only to find you and aether in your forms.

Aether had woken up and gave you a hug. You hugged him back.

'Seriously?!' You hissed at her before you went back to giving aether affectionate licks. 'Don't get hissy with me'

Aether growled.

'And you! Quit hugging her! I know your the golden retriever and your so happy but quit hugging her!' Lumine scratched her head.

She knew for years aether had the biggest crush on you since you were 14. So she tried to play matchmaker. It stopped after the assult. She didn't want to overwhelm you.

It started back up when she decided to break the curse. So she made arrangement for you guys to meet.

Everything took off from there. You guys started hanging out getting to know each other. Getting closer.

'All right I'm gonna pack your suitcase y/n.' She left the room.

----

'OK she packed He's packed' lumine zipped your suitcase close. 'Now let's check on them.'

She walked in to your room. You were back to normal both dressed. Aether face in his hands you sitting next to him.

'I've been sleeping the last eighteen hours?' He sighed.

'Considering your in a kpop band you need it. ' you giggled patting his head.

He caught your hand mid pat. Lumine watched as you playfully swatted his other hand away. She smiled as he pouted.

'Hey y/n' He started 'you want to go to a hotsprings during the trip?'

'Um...' You gave it some thought.

'Hey you two?' Lumine said.

You both looked her way.

'Paws off each other during this trip.' She said. 'I will know.'

You hissed at her scaring aether.

'Don't get hissy Missy' She hissed back.

Aether huffed at you both rolling his eyes.

'Don't fight' He said.

'Anyways your both packed so have fun on this trip. Oh and y/n? I do suggest the hot springs. It'll help you relax.'

Lumine left the room and then the house.

'So about the question you asked earlier. I kinda do but you know...' You said frowning.

'Ita fine. If you want I can have someone arrange to make it private for you' He said linking his fingers with yours.

'Are you sure?' You asked.

He nodded.

'I promise' He said.

----

'Hey c-' Aether quickly placed his hands over your ears. You werent paying any attention instead focusing on checking your luggage.

He sighed quietly as he heard it directed towards someone else.

Last night you went over everything with aether. You handed him a notebook. That night he flipped through it going through the safety plan and memorized your triggers.

'Hey aether?' You stood up luggage in hand 'we need to stop at a grocery store.'

'What happened?' He asked linking his pinky with yours.

'They lost my toiletries bag' you replied looking slightly peeved.

He sighed at the airport stupidity.

'Is your wallet still in your bag?'

You nodded.

'Good good. Come on let's go' He started walking towards the exit.

----

'Why am I doing this again?' Aether asked.

You guys were the first to arrive. Upon entering you had set up a switch and then made him play just dance with you.

'Karma'you said.

'What?' He said. He couldn't hear what you said.

'Nothing' you said smiling. 'Can you do extreme?'

'I dance and sing for a living. What do you think?' He looked at you.

You gave an evil grin.

'Your going to eat your words watch' you started giggling.

You were the just dance queen. Highest score than anyone on teyvat.

'Oh really?' Aether crossed his arms.

'I'm the dance queen dear' you smirked. 'Beat my score'

So the game began.

You ate your own words.

'How? You can't be tied with me?! I'm the queen?' You whined.

Aether chuckled. He was on the ground next to you.

'You now owe me a hundred mora' He said 'or a kiss'

The bet on the last song was either mora or a kiss. He did make sure you were OK with that. After you confirmed he said ok.

'You'll get it later.' You said crawling towards the bed. You used it to pull yourself up.

There was a knock on the door. Aether checked it.

The rest of the group had arrived. He opened the door.

'Hello'kazuha said. You waved at him. Aether slammed the door shut.

'Go away'He said.

'Ok' kazuha said. He put his arm around his fiancee and walked away.

'You ok?' You asked.

'Battery died.' He replied dig through his suitcase for his towel.

You nodded beckoned him to come forward. He did. You cupped his cheek and smiled. He smiled back before heading off.

----

That night you were asleep on top of aether. He was splayed out like a starfish so you crawled on top of him.

It was a freezing night but he was warm so you forgot about it.

Aether didn't mind. You were light and he could still breath.

Morning came and you woke up to banging on the door. He groaned wrapping his arms around you. The shoot wasn't for another day. You sensing him hugging you quickly threw open the window. You both trasnformed. Aether realizing his mistake quickly shoved the clothes to the floor just in time for venti to crash into the place.

Seeing the clothes on the floor didn't phase him. It the dog and cat.

'AETHER BROUGHT HIS PETS?!' Venti left the room in a hurry to gather the others and possibly find aether.

He never returned. Thankful for that you both returned to normal. You grabbed a magazine and threw it at the door. It closed the door. He smiled cupping your cheek. Thanking you he grabbed his clothes and went to get changed.

Venti crashed into the room unannounced.

You panicked as the boys stared at you. Aether had to rush out of the bathroom top less. Kazuha fiancee arrived with kazuha. Aether threw his shirt over yourbhead to cover you. Kazuha had grabbed the ears of kunikuzushi and Xiao. His fiancee grabbing venti and hiezou ears as well. They dragged them out of the room well aether slammed the door closed he locked it.

'We did lock the door last night. I know we did.' He muttered walking over to you. 'You ok?'

You nodded. Aether sighed quietly cupping your cheek gently.

'I'm going to get dressed' you said. Aether nodded as you collected your clothes.

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'Sorry' Aether looked at hiezou who was on his knees. Xiao and kunikuzushi were nowhere to be found. Venti was sleeping recovering from the heavy drinking.

'We didn't mean to see your girlfriend completely nude.'

You were standing behind aether watching the entire thing go down. Aether sighed and waved for him to leave. It was a rather long day and he wanted rest. Hiezou left head down. You went and locked the door with aether fell on the floor butt first.

'You ok' you asked sitting next to him.

He nodded taking a deep breath.

'Its been a long day that's all' He mumbled. 'My anxiety is going up'

You nodded staying silent opting to hold his hand. He gazed at you admiring your beauty.

He wanted to tell you that but he didn't want you to panic. The room remained silent. Hours had passed as you rubbed his hand. Aether kept staring at you.

'Hey y/n?' The silence was broken. 'Can I say something?'

You nodded. The room was bathed in a gentle sunset orange splash of pink. The light hitting your face just right. It highlighted all your beauty. Aether took a deep breath before saying the words.

'I've been in love with you. I've loved you for years and still do.' He began to compliment you carefully forming his sentences and avoiding trigger words. 'Your the only person who treats me like a human. Y/n I love you'

You stared at him. Your eyes filled with shock and surprise. You sat on his lap cupping both his cheeks.

'Hey aether?' You whispered. 'I owe you a kiss from the bet.'

He looked at you confused but nodded.

'Can I kiss you?' You asked.

He nodded.

'Somewhere intimate?' You looked at his lips.

He nodded. You leaned in connecting to his lips. Aether eyes widen before settling in the kiss. After some time passed you both pulled away.

'Aether?'You said breathless 'I've been in love with you too'

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