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can you do something about svt members wearing suits and holding their baby in the carrier infront and going for some event and the reader thinking "is it too soon to be wanting baby #2" 🫢 thank you <333

ps: i took over a MONTH to write this and i still think its not that good, i did not review it and english isnt my first language so im sorry if theres grammar errors, i hope yall like it wc: 3,1 K tw: there's the explanation and then pure filth, overall its basically all sorts of positions, crempie, praise kink in most of them, lmk if i forgot something so i was doing everyone in suits and wanting baby #2 but I started to think it was a bit silly because they all looked the same, so I changed the story for most of them. anyways i hope you still liked it, i made it with a lot of love and i apologize for taking so long

Seungcheol

You and Scoups were a public couple, fans distrusted you for years, you were always openly saying how much you loved seventeen's songs and still always singing Seungcheol's excerpts, and he openly talking about the films you star in without the slightest shame. So when you guys finally came out as a couple, your fanbase wasn't shocked at all.

A few years later as a married couple, after a one-year hiatus, you were seen in public with scoups carrying two little girls, that's how they found out that you had become parents of twin girls.

Years later, now with your daughters a bit older, you were getting ready for an awards ceremony, your burgundy dress matching with scoups tie, your girls' dresses in light pink. You were looking for your earring in every corner of your room when you went down to the living room to ask if your husband was with him, but when you arrived in the living room you saw the most adorable scene ever, Seungcheol trying to fix one of the girls' hairstyle while the another was stuck to his back kissing his cheek.

You can tell you felt your stomach turn at the Scoups' serious look as he tried not to ruin his daughter's hair, while the other looked at her father as if he were the most precious thing in the world.

Scoups was such a wonderful, caring and kind father.

You guys hadn't really brought up the subject of having kids anymore considering all the work you'd put in with both of them at once, but now it's a topic you'll actually talk about after seeing your husband being an extraordinary father.

It was only when you arrived at the awards ceremony that you realized you only had one earring in your ear.

“How beautiful my dear wife, you already want to have another baby”

Seungcheol said pushing his length into you, as he wiped your tears and brushed the hair stuck to your forehead.

“Will you let me fill you up so you can get pregnant again? Do you want to have a big belly carrying my son again?

Jeonghan

You knew you wanted to have another child with Jeonghan as soon as you saw him carrying your newborn son in the hospital, but that's something that absolutely every mother feels so you honestly didn't pay much attention to the feeling. But now, on the exact same date, a year later, you felt the same thing but with an animalistic intensity.

It was your son's first birthday and you decided to have a party with just the child's grandparents. With a maximum of ten balloons scattered around the large room, the grandparents amused by the baby's toothless smile, you decided to grab a candle and a lighter so you could sing personalized congratulations.

returning to the room with a candle and the lighter in your hand it was completely involuntary to rub your legs with emotion after seeing Jeonghan with your son in his arms. They were both wearing matching clothes, they both had the same smile, the same eyes and the same nose, they were like clones. the baby's thin hair was the same tone as yours but he was still a miniature Jeonghan, and seeing him smile so sincerely with his son in his arms made your eyes water a little.

“Jeonghan I want another baby." You admitted once the baby was sleeping in the crib.

“Do you really want another child or do you just want me to fill you?” He said smiling, and after your response in the blink of an eye your situation was completely different.

Your back arched as your ass was in the air and you cried and screamed with your face in the pillow.

“You asked for it, now you handle it.” Jeonghan said kissing your back.

Joshua

Joshua has always been a very giving person, every sunday going to church to pray for the well-being of others, and at least once a month going to orphanages to care for sick or orphaned children. And it was on one of these trips to the orphanage that you met.

Now years later Joshua continues with the same cherished habit of providing for others, and that's how you discovered that necessarily marrying him and carrying his child in your womb

Joshua was in bed when they called from the orphanage saying that a new child had arrived, as always Joshua shouted from the bed and ran asking if you would go with him to meet the new family member, you obviously said yes, quickly getting ready with him.

When you arrived in place, you ran to the bathroom because you were holding on too tightly to make a good impression on the child. returning to the giant garden looking for an unknown face, who you thought was around 4 or 5 years old, you saw Joshua's back and his arms as if he was waiting for something. Joshua quickly noticed your presence and turned to see you.

The child was definitely no older than 6 months old, Joshua held her with so much care, looked at her with so much care and love that you felt your blood pressure dropping.

Joshua was born to be a father, and you were the only one who hadn't realized that yet.

Now you had your legs as close together as possible, squeezing yourself constantly trying to hold in the liquid that would give you a child without letting a drop leak out.

As soon as you got home you admitted your dirty thoughts towards Joshua, who quickly took off your clothes, turned you around and filled you up.

“If you really want my son, don’t let a drop leak.” Joshua said from the kitchen, making you a sandwich while you smiled with completely red cheeks.

Junhui

It was the first time you had been away from your son for more than 10 hours, and Junhui was a wreck. Both had already cried because you missed your baby while he slept peacefully next to you, and now the day of true farewell had arrived.

You were going to a wedding a few hours away, so in case it was to late on the way back, you had already booked a hotel room just in case.

At the moment you were adjusting your heels sitting on the bed, while you saw Hunhui on the baby monitor talking to the adorable baby. you managed to hear a few words like “i’m going to miss you.” or “don’t cry too much in your grandmother’s ear.” Junhui was already ready with his suit and you, now late, ran to your son’s room to say goodbye too. but when you arrived at the door, when you saw Junhui's look at the child, you didn't know how to describe whether your heart was tender or swollen.

As expected, it was very late when the wedding ended and you had to sleep at the hotel, you could feel Junhui awake and restless by the way he moved in bed, and it left you with a wonderfull idea.

“You're such a good father." You said, panting on top of Junhui, riding his dick. “So worried about your son." Now you lay down in the perfect position to whisper in his ear

“Let’s give him a brother so he won’t be so alone, let’s have another child to worry about." You said and I could feel your cock twitching inside your tight, damaged interior

Soonyoung

it was yours daughter's first halloween, and quite obviously, soonyoung dressed her up as a tiger.

Yall had absolutely no party to go to, and honestly you thought the idea of going door to door with a baby in costume was a bit strange, so you only dressed up for some photos and to have a fun memory about your first halloween as a family.

Soonyoung obviously begs you for the whole family to be tigers, so while you were looking for a shirt of his with a tiger print or some other style of clothing, when you returned to the living room you saw the most heart-warming scene in the world.

Soonyoung was holding the small hands of the child, who was trying to stand, while they were both smiling widely, you couldn't help it and took a photo of the moment, certainly thinking about how beautiful it would look framed on the wall.

Now that your daughter was already asleep, you went to talk to soonyoung about the scene you saw and you were obviously teased about it.

“Since you liked me so much seeing our daughter, let’s have another one”

“Younggg…” You mumbled trying not to make noise so as not to wake the beloved child in the next room

“i also love seeing you with our baby, let’s do one more” He pushed his length into you, who groaned at the invasion without warning.

“Ohh… please soon, let’s have another one”

Wonwoo

In fact, wonwoo took the initiative to have another child with you.

Wonwoo has a younger brother and he can definitely say that it is a wonderful thing to have someone to look after and be able to talk to, so after a year of your baby being born wonwoo called you to talk about it.

The conversation was absolutely very short, he simply admitted that he wanted another child and you opened the robe you were wearing and let it fall to the floor

“Such a willing mother.” He kissed your chin and quickly moved down to your neck. “Such a willing wife”

“How can you be so willing to make me happy." He smiled ramming his cock into you, who twitched beneath him

“Are you so wet just thinking about me bearing another child? Do you like to imagine me filling your brim?”

You managed to hear a chuckle from him as you hurriedly shook your head answering the question. “You will look so beautiful swollen with my son”

Jihoon

Honestly there wasn't a specific moment that you knew you wanted to have another child with Jihoon, because you always knew that once you saw this man as a father, you would never stop, but I really think the penny dropped when your son asked for a sister.

You were having a movie night when suddenly your three year old son asked for a little sister. your face automatically turned to Jihoon, who as already looking at you.

You talked to your son and said you were going to talk to his father about it, and when you saw your son's reaction, you swore to yourself that you would give this child a giant family to love

“You can rest assured that you’re going to have a little sister." You heard Jihoon whispering in your son’s ear while he was still looking at you

“Jihoon…” you whimpered underneath him, your legs spread, your arms up being held by your husband’s strong hand

“We have to fulfill our firstborn’s wish, and now is the perfect time”

Jihoon was referring to the weekend he was spending with his grandparents, you were definitely going to be pregnant by the end of this sunday.

dokyeom -

Today was your cousin's wedding and you were desperately late. putting on your heels as you jumped up to your one-year-old daughter who was in her crib still in her pajamas, after all you left her there to get ready first and dress her up later, but distracted by the happiness of putting on makeup for a big event again you completely lost track of what time .

Mentally cursing yourself for messing around so much while doing your makeup, you entered the room imagining the little girl with her hair all tangled up, a dirty diaper stinking of poop and her tantruming with hunger, but when you opened your eye, preparing for the worst you saw dokyeom a hand without a lap.

He was holding her in his arms, trying to keep her awake so she could rest later. Dokyeom was divine with those formal clothes and kinda wet hair, you were led to think about your husband making you feel good thinking about having another child

She was already dressed beautifully, her suitcase was already packed, her hair was in a beautiful hairstyle and with a beautiful bow that matched her dress. Dokyeom had done all of this knowing you would be late.

“do you want to see me be a father again? did you like me seeing our daughter today?” dokyeom said as he kissed your sweaty neck.

“are you going to let me fill you up again? will you let me breed you?" he laughed at your scrunched up face with no coherent thoughts in your brain.

Mingyu

That Mingyu is a famous model that everyone knows, and that you, his makeup artist, had great chemistry with him, everyone knows, that's how you met. Now married with two daughters, brands caught your opportunity to do a commercial featuring Mingyu as his girls' father, so you did him in makeup for the shoot.

It was a casual commercial, something like them at a picnic, an outdoor field. With a brush you touch up the makeup on Mingyu's tanned skin while others arranging the scene.

In the scenes, Mingyu had one on his shoulders and the other was running hand in hand with her father or with the two playing together while he smiled admiringly. Seeing this scene was something that super swelled your heart with love and warmed your insides with emotion at seeing your husband and daughters.

When you got home at the end of the day, you were both exhausted and fell into your crib like rocks.

“Mingyu, give me another child” He wasted no time in pushing you onto the bed and holding your legs in the air and starting to push his length into your wet core.

“You were certainly excited about me seeing it in the commercial today, right? Do you want to have another child after you saw me looking so hot taking care of the girls” He talked to you while your eyes rolled constantly.

“Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to only let you sleep tonight after you have an baby in your womb.”

Minghao

You and Minghao always had in mind that you wanted someone to love and call family, technical children would only come as a bonus if your partner also liked the idea of procreating.

Minghao was a little piece of heaven, being everything good you could imagine, so when he thought about his thoughts about just wanting one person to call family without the obligatory need to involve a baby you were left in doubt.

Your first child was an accident and you discovered the pregnancy at 4 months, welcoming the pregnancy you saw the brightness in Minghao's eyes increasing even more, especially after your son was born.

Now, a few years later with an older child and already demonstrating some personality traits, you will see that any chance to bring lives with the same principles as Minghao you will definitely seize this opportunity.

So yes, practically you would get pregnant countless times if it meant several mini Minghao’s around the world.

“Let’s have another baby now Hao” You said as soon as Minghao sat on the bed getting ready to sleep, but now a night’s sleep is no longer guaranteed.

You were on your sides, lying on the bed, your pajamas were askew and your panties dragged to the side as Minghao pushed into you calmly.

“How beautiful asking me to get you pregnant, looking at me with such long eyes, your red cheeks and your sweaty hands.” He whispered in your ear slowly

“You were so nervous, did you think I would deny your request?” He kissed your neck moving his index finger to your sensitive spot “I will never deny you that”

Seungkwan

Seungkwan has always been romantic, and even after his first child was born he continued with this characteristic. Always bringing you flowers when he came home from work, bringing you your favorite chocolate or even asking for your favorite food to be delivered to your door while he was traveling.

So in his head, even though he knew that any basic conversation about having another child would probably end with you agreeing with him and you making the second child, but Seungkwan wanted to win over the second child, he wanted to win over you.

Suddenly Seungkwan would come home with clothes that were smaller than what your son was wearing because he had gotten "confused", sometimes he would take the foods you craved during pregnancy and ask you if it reminded you of anything or even buy a shirt written "big brother" for his son after all he hadn't even seen the print. So when you thought about it, you realized that Seungkwan was already way ahead of you, giving you clues about having another child from the beginning.

"Kwannie, if you wanted another baby you just had to tell me" You said on top of him, he had covered your face in shame the moment you discovered his plan and climbed on his dick.

"I didn't want to pressure you" He spoke shakily, you guys fit together so well. You were so magnificent on top of him.

"You deserve another child, and I will never feel pressured by something you do."

Vernon

Vernon has a good relationship with his sister. According to him, he and his sister were always friends and always counted on themselves in situations that their parents were unable to help. You have a good relationship with your brother, and you definitely agree with Vernon's wise words.

Gaining a sibling for both of us was like winning the lottery, receiving the best gift in the world, having a friend of your own blood. So you've definitely come to the conclusion that you're either going to have a couple of children or none at all, and as you're now going out with a five-year-old child, it's time to give the gift that you both managed to receive for the anxious firstborn.

“I forgot how addictive you are” Vernon mumbled as you moved on top of him.

“I think I’m going to try to get you pregnant every day from now on.”

Chan

Chan is a chaming person, and he actually its very good at making people do what he wanted, without them even knowing that. So when he saw you as a actual mother, holding your lilttle girl in your arms, Chan knew that all he wanted to do for the rest of his life was making you more and more of a mother and seeing you enjoying your motherhood.

Of course he would help around the house, he wanted to be a good husband/father so you could see his effort and give him a reward (a new baby)

Obviously Chan knew that your first pregnancy was very great and you did not suffer at all coparing to others mothers experience, and he knew if someday you started acting like that, it would be the end of the story. But he couldnt help himself when he saw you all curved up for him, with your tearing eyes begging for another baby

"Of couse i will give you another baby." He kissed your forehead as you mumbled below his muscular body

"How can i say no after you look at my so beautiful like that?" He whines in your ear seeing you tremble all up again.

"Such a beautiful mother." And yet again, Chan always get what he wants.

#seungcheol smut #jeonghan smut #joshua smut #junhui smut #hoshi smut #wonwoo smut #woozi smut #dokyeom smut #mingyu smut #minghao smut #seungkwan smut #vernon smut #lee chan smut #seventeen smut #seventeen

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pinkrelish · 7 months

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do you think once miss mouse and eddie were in an established relationship she’d bake cakes for his and adrie’s birthday every year?? i feel like she’d go full out for adrie like full on multi tiered princess cake and the first time she does it eddie and his baby just go absolutely feral in the best way possible

ps typ is my favourite slow burn EVER i love it withh all my heart ur so talented

today's my birthday so it seems fitting to answer this! wc: 496

morning dawns soft blue in a kitchen warmed by low lights, and orange coils. a kettle boils water too hot for a third cup of instant coffee, and cooked sugar enriched by vanilla bakes through the small apartment. suffocating heat from the oven on the early june day breaks sweat on your forehead as you re-whip the frosting you made an hour ago, plastic bowl in your arms still cold from the fridge. the yellow cake cooling on the rack simple, homemade. jack of all trades, master of none, it's nothing impressive, just something to tide adrie and neighborhood kids over until the big party on the weekend.

still, when your big snoring man shuffles in with a bedhead halo and plaid pajama pants with one drawstring longer than the other, his raw wonder catches the husky sleep deep in his throat—"aw, baby, what're you doin'?"

you shrug, too shy to admit how early you woke up to do this, suddenly embarrassed with your effort to make a good impression on his daughter's first birthday with you in her life. he had no clue what you had planned for her real cake, and already your cheeks went hot from the lovesick shine flooding his eyes, big softy about to cry while he scratched his stomach under his shirt.

"you're too much," he says in a shake of his head. too much on a thursday morning when her party comes saturday afternoon.

his bare feet scatter the balloons creeping across the carpeted floor, blown up by him late last night until he felt faint, and ready to be popped in the energetic rush of cake for breakfast. on his way to you, he passes the one wrapped gift of a latch hook rug kit beneath the happy birthday banner you hung crooked even with his help. it was a creativity driven present to keep her busy before she got her big girl bike in two days time. training wheels most definitely included.

any second now adrie would run through the streamers you both taped to the top of her door frame, so eddie made quick work of putting the frosting aside and smothering kisses atop your head, wielding his dad strength to hug you tight to his chest, steering you into a twirl by his hold on your wrists, rocking from foot to foot until your back was crushed to his front.

tucking his chin to mash his nose to your hair, his heavy hum vibrates through your skull as he surveys the usual munson fare mingling with your new traditions, slowing your bodies to a gentle sway until his sigh empties from his lungs. "you mean everything to us, you know that?"

"i know that," you answer so softly it was lost in the bubbling hiss from the kettle before he shut off the burner. "you're everything to me, too."

"thank you, baby."

"thank you, handsome." thank you for this moment, this family, this love.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #the yes policy #dad!eddie #eddie munson fluff #i tried to keep some details vague to avoid spoilers but this whole thing is basically a spoiler lmao #i'll probably turn this into a proper oneshot or blurb in the future

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shanastoryteller · 10 months

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Happy Birthday grandma! How about BFF WWX LXC and NMJ? Or female!MXY? Your choice🌻🌻🌻🌻🎉🎉🎉🎉

Ps. Made it?!?!

a continuation of 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37

Lan Xichen arrives to his brother and Xuanyu in the middle of an argument.

They’re surrounded by corpses, Xue Yang inexplicably among them, and the missing Xiao Xingchen is standing there huddled against Song Lan’s side, looking strangely small, while a blind girl stands on his other side.

Sizhui and Jingyi are staying several steps back in an attempt not to get caught in the couple’s argument.

He almost regrets leaving A-Yao behind with the rest of the disciples. It had made sense at the time, with the low but present chance that they’d run into trouble, but now he wishes he could be the one dealing with their siblings instead of him.

“-not just going to – XICHEN-GE! GET DOWN HERE!”

The disciples, who’d demanded to come along, cringe away and even send him sympathetic looks.

She only calls him Xichen-ge when she wants something. He’s pretty sure A-Yao taught her that.

He descends, jumping off his sword, and frowning when he gets a closer look at her. She has wounds around her waist and shoulder even though they seemed to have stopped bleeding and there’s a variety of colorful bruises on the bits of skin he can see on her, which means there’s even more hiding beneath her robes. “You’re injured.”

“It’s nothing,” she says dismissively. Wangji’s eyebrow twitches. “I want Song Lan, Xiao Xingchen, and A-Qing to accompany us to Koi Tower.”

He assumes A-Qing is the blind girl. “Ah.”

“It’s not proper,” Wangji says, enough irritation bleeding though that this is clearly not the first time he’s said that.

She sends him a scathing look. “We can’t send them back to Cloud Recesses, Lan Qiren will eat them alive, and we can’t leave them alone. Look at them! Look around! They need help.”

“Ah, Madame Lan,” Song Lan says tentatively, “you’ve already done-”

“Shut up,” she says and his mouth snaps shut. Lan Xichen stares. He’s encountered Song Lan many times and has never seen him act like this. “Where are you going to go? What are you going to do? You deserve rest, all three of you, and while I would hardly call the Jin restful, it’s at least better than having to watch you back on the road.” She frowns. “Also, what’s with Madame Lan? I told you to call me Xuanyu. If you fight an army of the undead together, you don’t have to use titles. It’s a rule, or something.”

Wangji’s eyes narrow and Song Lan smiles at Xuanyu before he catches sight of Wangji’s expression and then his lips thin out into a straight line.

Lan Xichen can already feel a headache building.

She’s only been missing for a few hours. How did any of this even happen?

If he wants to find out, then he’s going to have to give in to her. She won’t tell him anything otherwise, he assumes, because A-Yao definitely wouldn’t. Besides, he has no reason to deny her. She is Madame Lan and Lady Jin and she’s more than entitled to add people to their traveling party and to invite wandering cultivators to Koi Tower.

“The rest of our party is nearby,” he says finally. “We’re happy for you to join us.”

His brother glares at him, but what does he expect him to do? She’s Wangji's wife.

#prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #awayinthewind #untamed

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sitp-recs · 4 months

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My AO3 Wrapped: 16 Drarry Recs

This year I’ve embraced a change of pace and read way less than I intended to. This made me feel a bit disconnected from fandom but also allowed me to put this list together in record time so let’s not complain too much 😂 this is shorter and lacking my usual commentary but I didn’t want to break the tradition of sharing my fave reads of the year! Be it for their creativity or peak romance, these 16 amazing fics made my heart beat faster and got me even more in love with Drarry. I’ve read most of them in the first half of the year and it was interesting to see so many fics over 40k, as my usual sweet spot is 10k - 20k. I love the mix of tropes featured here and am very excited to rec authors I’m reading for the first time. ps: I haven’t included any Erised fics since the fest is still ongoing.

Thank you dear creators for sharing so many brilliant works with us this year! 2023 wasn’t my best year fandom-wise, but life has been so generous in other areas that I can’t help but feel humbled today. I wish everyone a lovely start to the new year! As always, please mind the tags and take some time to shower these authors with the appreciation they deserve. Oh, and stay tuned for a rare pair list sometime soon ;)

🍆 Snug by @moonflower-rose (E, 6k)

8th year | touch-starved Harry | soft cock kink

Potter can't keep his hands off himself. Draco can't look away.

🧩 Muscle Memory by @corvuscrowned (E, 8k)

curse breaking | partners to lovers | memory magic

There's something just beneath the surface, just at the periphery of Harry's mind. They've been here before — they've done this before. If only he could remember it.

👹 draco malfoy's substitute murder service by @oknowkiss (E, 10k)

odd jobs | D/s undertones | open ending

When Harry joins the Curse Breakers shortly after his twenty-fifth birthday, he’s surprised to find himself assigned to the Department of Creatures, Cryptids, and Associated Calamities.

🏰 the earth from a distance by spqr (E, 15k)

time travel | Wizarding history | only one bed

“Well,” Harry said gamely, once they’d managed to find the Leaky Cauldron – still under construction but mercifully open for business – and he’d turned up a few knuts from his pockets, enough to get them a room for the night, “it could be worse.”

🎚️ O Come, All Ye Faithful by toomuchplor (E, 20k)

vicar Draco | established relationship | Church of England

Aunt Petunia died, that was what began everything. Or rather, Aunt Petunia was dying. In the act of dying. In which Draco finds faith in the church, and Harry finds faith in Draco.

🎄 Waking Up Slow by @sweet-s0rr0w and @ihopeyoubothstaysafefromharm (E, 22k)

shop owner Draco | summer romance | light angst

'Twas the night before Christmas, although it’s July / Draco’s a shopkeeper, no-one knows why / There’s hiking and witch caves, freak snowfalls and more / Bad Christmas jumpers, nosy neighbours galore / Narcissa’s here too, but… something’s amiss / And what’s in those chocolates that’s making them kiss?

🚬 Sun Thief by @floydig and BlackRose532 (E, 28k)

slice of life | fast sexual burn | dark humour

It’s 2005, and Draco Malfoy says, “Fuck the Ministry,” Harry works as a handyman in muggle London, and Draco should really stop pissing off the Squib gangs.

🍷 Winner Takes It All by @skeptiquewrites (E, 41k)

break up make up | down & out Draco | hurt/comfort

As with all his friends’ wagers, it starts small. Fifty Galleons for one kiss from Harry Potter is easily done.

🏖️ LA, Who Am I To Love You? by @epitomereally (E, 42k)

Draco in the Muggle World | pining Harry | recreational drug use

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

🫃Shine On, You Crazy Diamond by @lagerloutfic (E, 42k)

fwb to lovers | gay awakening (Harry) | mpreg (Draco)

Harry has probably always wanted Draco, it just took him a few years to figure that out. A story about the joy of discovering exactly who you are and how easy it can be once you do.

🚣‍♀️ Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (E, 46k)

rowing AU | enemies to lovers | university setting

Harry Potter, returning member of the Oxford University Boat Club, has two goals for the spring of 2005: beat Cambridge, and beat Draco Malfoy. Perhaps not in that order.

🧶 Polar Night/Midnight Sun by toomuchplor (E, 54k)

cabin fic | wintery vibes | only one bed

Harry travels to arctic Norway on the trail of dragon egg poachers, only to find he's been assigned to work alongside the only NorMagPol Auror north of sixty: one Draco Malfoy.

🎩 Nights With You by @the-sinking-ship (E, 58k)

holiday fic | fake relationship | mutual pining

Draco is mortified when moments prior to departing for the most anticipated destination wedding of the year, he is cruelly dumped. But when he learns that Harry Potter has, at long last, split with his horrible boyfriend, Draco is certain his luck has changed.

👮🏻‍♂️Rookie Moves by peu_a_peu (E, 75k)

auror partners | slow burn | humour

Aurors Potter and Malfoy crack the case.

🖼️ where all the veins meet by @saxamophone (E, 146k)

sad bois | Grimmauld Place | found family | 8th year

It's the summer of 1998. The battle is over, and Voldemort is dead, but Harry still has more questions than answers. Who is he without a piece of Voldemort's soul in his head? What is he supposed to do now?

📼 Always Already by @aibidil (E, 170k)

time travel | forced proximity | mutual pining

Harry and Draco are perfectly fine, separately minding their business in 2004, when the Unspeakables conscript them into service... in the First War against Voldemort.

#ao3 wrapped 2023 #drarry #Sitp faves

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judeyswife · 4 months

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not what i’m looking for. — jude bellingham x reader.

genre : angst

word count : 800+

note : hii lovies, this is so exciting for me since this is finally my first piece of writing ill be posting!! it’s a bit short but i hope you enjoy my content and if you have any requests, feel free to send them to me :) i will soon publish a masterlist once i've posted a few writings! ps there will be multiple parts to this "mini story" !‏‏‎ ‎

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you’ve had multiple guys in your life to say they’ve had you head over heals for them. physically maybe. something held you back from dating ever since getting heartbroken by your ex. however jude gave you a different view of that.

you had met jude a while back through a friends birthday party. you’d both had seemingly been watching each other and asked your friend to put both of yall on to each other. it was funny coincidence to your friend seeing both of their friends already so desperately trying to catch each others attention. but that was the beginning of everything, something you were remembering today just like it was yesterday.

•

you had been studying for a test that was literally almost your entire grade, it could basically break or make your entire percentage for that class. not that it matters. but this was obviously something you were taking serious. * bzz bzz * the name on your phone brought a wide smile to your face. you caught it trying to stop yourself from getting all flustered and nervous and answered the call with a grin.

“hello?”

J: “hey beautiful, i’m near your place, up for a ride?”

Y/N: “what kind of ride” — it was normal for yall to to flirt like this lol.

you heard that thick deep chuckle radiate through the speakers of you phone. god you loved him.

J: “feelin’ confident tonight huh? seriously though, you free?”

Y/N: “um, i’ve got a few more pages to look over but i’ll just do it tomorrow, how far away are you?”

you were starting to get up and organize your notes as you put down your glasses you had been using.

J: “like 5 minutes”

Y/N: “mkay, give me a few to get ready”

he gave you a quick approval and ended the call.

you weren't underdresses but you wouldn't say you were overly dressed as you are wearing a pair of a leggings, an essentials hoodie, and a pair of uggs you slid on by the front of your door. basic white girl outfits are so cute to you when you hang around.

it was about 8:47pm when you saw some car's lights flash through your living room window. you grabbed you keys and purse and walked outside to meet jude.

you opened the car door door and sat down closing it while trying to warm up your hands as it was a cold outside. but you refuse to wear a jacket. jude always makes fun of you for it.

J: "hey, you hungry?"

Y/N: "very.”

you both sat in a comfortable silence as yall ate at a park near your house.

“this is so fucking good” you said while your quite literally devouring you meal you got from the fast food place. jude bursted out laughing trying to sneakily take a fry from your box. “hey, that’s mine!” you said slapping his hand away. he moved away eating the single fry he got to steal with a grin on his face.

you saw it drop.

“what’s wrong?”

“y/n i need to tell you something, but please don’t freak out, or anything. please.”

something inside you already knew what it was. but you rather stay delusional then believe it.

“i won’t.” — “so, i’ve been thinking and i just need to tell you.”

mhm.

“so listen me and one of my friends have been getting closer and we’ve been talking for like the past week and I didn’t really know how to tell you because i really do care about you but i just really want a girl who’s trying to be in a relationship with me. i know we’ve gotten closer but i don’t know if I can do this talking stage anymore, you just aren’t what i’m looking for .”

you could hear a pin drop.

what the actual fuck.

“so you just did it behind my back disregarding my fucking feelings?” — “y/n it’s not like that i swear-”

“don’t fucking lie to me just to protect me, what the fuck is wrong with you bro” — “i didn’t want to lose you.”

“if you didn’t wanna lose me then you would’ve thought about that before you started talking to her behind my back.” — “i’m sorry.”

you just laughed. sorry. so fucking hilarious.

you picked up your food, shoved it in your bag and walked home. you thanked god for not living to far away from where you lived.

when you were a few blocks away you realized you weren’t crying. but you felt this heavy feeling in your heart. your gut. your head. you would’ve never expected this from the sweetest man you met.

i guess what they say it’s true. the nice ones are the worst ones.

that’s when you felt your eye well up with tears.

you entered your home as a different person than the one you left with.

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angelrari · 7 months

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gossip girl · pt. vi

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! how are you? i'm so excited for this gp!!! once again, thank you for commenting and leaving messages, i love reading your feedback and i'd love to read your theories! i hope you enjoy this part!

ps. it took me two months to realize i can edit my drafts on my phone and now it's a 100 times easier for me to write this lmao 🤍

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gossip girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of monaco's elite.

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the smell of coffee filled your lungs as you looked at the renders of an apartment your father's company had recently acquired. five years ago, when you were still in university, your father introduced you to the real estate business. he had started the company called "D&B Real Estate" with léa's father ten years ago and it was dedicated solely to monaco's real estate. now you helped him in the areas that you had based your studies on.

the sound of footsteps approaching you made you look up and you found max, who smiled at you the moment your gaze fixated on him.

"hi". you greeted him once he was close enough to hear you.

"hey, y/n". he said and placed his hands on the chair in front of you. "can i?".

"yeah, of course".

"it's funny". he added while sitting down. "the fact that just the other night i told you this was the downside of monaco: that you keep running into the same people".

"it isn't that bad, is it?".

"it isn't bad if it's you that i run into. the rest of cases... debatable".

"well". you chuckled. "i'm glad i'm on the not bad side".

"it's not easy to be there". he joked while smiling. "by the way, i was going to call you later to tell you about this, but since we are here... this saturday, i'm having a party to celebrate my birthday".

"oh, really?".

"yeah, i'm gonna have dinner with my family first and then have a party with my friends. but, you know, it's not going to be anything big, nothing like jolie's birthday".

"that sounds cool".

"yeah, and, what i wanted to say, if you want to come to the party, you're invited. i'd love to have you there".

"oh, that's really nice, max. count me in".

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joliedebelle monaco got hotter since you arrived

yourusername was that a compliment?

joliedebelle or maybe i am just calling you a witch

username max AND charles in the likes????????

username truly the queen of monaco

username isn't she charles' ex?

username yeah, but they're also childhood friends that's why they still friends and probably the reason why max knows her

username @/gossipgirl get to work and tell us where's she going

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the reflection of the moon lit up the sea, the salt air turned your skin cold and the yachts moved in coordination with the waves. max's party was indeed small, there was no more than 20 people: his closest friends, some drivers who lived in monaco and you, who felt slightly out of place. max had made sure he introduced you to his friends, but you spent most of your time with lando, alex and lily, who, luckily, had been invited too. the party was held in a small, but luxurious, lounge club near the port.

old fashioned in hand, you starred at the almost full moon. you had left your group of friends a minute ago to go to the balcony and take a picture of it. not far from you was max, who was starring at you instead. he was wearing a blue shirt that fit him perfectly and let you appreciate his fit body clearly, matched with white trousers and nikes. when your gazes intertwined, he smiled at you as he approached you.

"hey". you greeted him as he closed the balcony door behind him.

"hi". he said. "what are you doing?".

"just drinking". you responded as you rose your glass to show him. "but i'm not drunk".

"yet".

"yet". you repeated. "your birthday today, the next weekend you'll become three-time world champion-".

"don't jinx it".

"i didn't think of you as a superstitious guy".

"i am not, just trying to avoid sounding too cocky".

"well, i don't think you are at all".

his eyes looked into yours and you swore you had never seen that color blue. under the moonlight, he looked so attractive. with just a stare he started a chain reaction in your body that made you quickly heat up. you looked away the moment you realized you were starring, trying to hide the scarlet color of your cheeks.

"you look really pretty tonight". he complimented you. "well, not just tonight, everyday, but i think-".

"max". you stopped him. before he started rambling. "thank you".

"it's nothing". he replied. "yesterday i was thinking about you and i was wondering why haven't you attended any races since you, you know, broke up with charles? if you don't mind me asking".

"well, at first i did it because it was the best for us. charles and i were pretty sensible about it, not gonna lie, and i just didn't want to be there. also, i don't think he would've liked it, specially with racing, i've always thought i'd be some sort of a distraction".

"and after that?".

"after a couple of months, during summer break, we stared hanging out with each other more. we have the same group of friends, so it was inevitable. luckily, there never was bad blood between us, so our friendship wasn't completely destroyed. and after that, when i left monaco to study in the states, i distanced myself from everyone here. nothing happened really, once again it was what i needed at that time. i wanted to live a life different from the one i lived here, be a normal student, meet new people, fall in and out of love, go out, get drunk... i don't know if you feel the same way, but i find it dreading to be in the spotlight all the time and here i was. my father's business has made given our family a fame i can't escape and also being charles' ex... it was all too much".

"it's reasonable. i do understand how you feel, although the life experiences are very different, i did also feel like that. i haven't been that long in the spotlight, but the pressure of being someone better has always been there: be a better driver, be a better son... if you're second it means you need to do better, work harder, be more clever... now i think i'm on a better place mentally and i found peace somehow, but it's true that sometimes it was too much to take".

"i understand, it must've been hard to be where you are".

"yeah". he agreed. "and have you never thought of attending again? to one of the races? because you did like it, right?".

"yes, i had so much fun back then i'd love to go again, but i didn't think it was okay back then. just look how many rumors are resurfacing now charles and i are hanging out again, imagine if i attended one of the races...".

"you can't let that control your life-".

"i know". you interrupted him. "but i do care about my reputation".

"and that's logical, but it shouldn't stop you from doing the things you want". max said looking straight into your eyes. "look, i have an idea. i'll get a pass for you for qatar. if you don't feel like coming, it's completely fine, but if you feel like it, you can come".

"thank you, max".

"it's nothing, y/n. i actually would love to have you there".

max opened his arms for you to hug him and you did. feeling his body so close to yours made your skin burn and your heart race. for a moment, you wished you would be alone, somewhere where no one was waiting for max (and you) and where no one was watching, so you could gather your courage to kiss him the way you wanted to.

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Sissy’s Birthday Edition

SERIES MASTERLIST

i thought sissy and jack having the same birthday would be cute lmk if you agree <3

ps i had to make collages for all the posts to work so that’s why it looks weird!

THIS ISN’T PROOFREAD AT ALL SORRY

THIS IS NOT THE SAME BIRTHDAY AS NOT SO HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! THIS IS A NEW BIRTHDAY!!

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yourusername sissy popped off for her taylor swift birthday🎂🎉 thank ya boys for an amazing birthday party!! even though i had to share it with jacky boy, it was still the best one yet <3

and to the z-liebers, your lovely posts and stories made my day! love ya lots xxx

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trevorzegras you really did pop off tonight😍🥵

jackhughes go home, you’re drunk

trevorzegras i’m staying the night?

jackhughes drive safe

yourusername @/jackhughes stfu i’ll steal your presents! @/trevorzegras S I M P

user33 HAPPY BIRTHDAY SISSY!

user48 delete that! we aren’t supposed to call her that!

yourusername i’ll let it slide to say thank you!

trevorzegras @/yourusername wtf???

user33 I GOT A Y/N NOTICE😭

_quinnhughes you deserve a medal for not puking. (happy birthday!)

yourusername my drinking games to ducks games has boosted my tollerance (thank ya, quintin<3)

jamie.drysdale that is a fact

_quinnhughes @/jamie.drysdale a scary one! stop letting her play!

yourusername @_quinnhughes he would never betray me like that

jamie.drysdale @_quinnhughes i stand with my ex wife

edwards.73 happy birthday mom! i hope you enjoyed my birthday hug! i love you!

yourusername it was my favorite gift and i’m cherishing the picture forever! i love you, too!

user21 happy birthday! you’re my favorite! don’t tell z!

dylanduke25 mama was poppin, the party was poppin, my knee was poppin from dancing, what a night! happy birthday, y/n, i love you! glad i could make it!

yourusername me too, baby boop! i love you!

lhughes_06 never call her mama again

yourusername @/lhughes_06 stfu i love it

dylanduke25 @/lhughes_06 stfu she loves it

tterry19 happy birthday, y/n! we miss you!

yourusername thank you, dad😭 i miss you, too! i can’t wait to meet grey!

user45 THAT CAKE OMFG😭 happy birthday!!

colemcward happy birthday, mom! i’ll ft you tomorrow!

yourusername thank you, favorite child! and you better! <3

_eliaspettersson happy birthday! i love and miss you!

yourusername thank you!! i love and miss you more than anyone else in this world! loving your travel pics too!!!

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trevorzegras happy birthday to the love of my life, and soon to be wife, y/n “sissy” soon to be zegras! no other person has ever made me feel the way that you do, and i wake up every day amazed that i get to call you mine.

our song lately has been “what my world spins around” by jordan davis, which is funny because when i first met you, you had a boyfriend. his song “singles you up” was popular back then, and all i could think about was how much i wanted you. he did single you up, and now you’re mine, and you’re what my world spins around.

i love you more and more each day, y/n. you taught me what love is. i thought i knew before, but you give a whole new definition to the word. i’m forever grateful that the hughes family took you in, because they brought you to me.

happy birthday, my sweet (derranged) girl🧡 i love you, forever!

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yourusername fuck i’m crying! i love you, always🧡

trevorzegras you better!

yourusername soon it’ll be legally binding! i pinky promise to keep you until then <3

user55 i’m crying over how cute you two are omg! happy birthday, y/n!

_quinnhughes i’m always thrown off when you two are openly simping for each other

yourusername i’m always thrown off when you’re nice sooo

_quinnhughes @/yourusername i’m always nice you!

yourusername i meant to z

_quinnhughes @/yourusername that’s fair

trevorzegras love you, too, quintin!

_quinnhughes @/trevorzegras careful. we’re sleeping in the same house.

anaheimducks happy birthday @/yourusername 🎉

yourusername thank you admin bestie!!

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jackhughes happy our birthday to the worst person i’ve ever met❤️ i will never let the fact that i’m 4 hours and 36 minutes older than you go, and will continue to torment you with it.

as sissy says, i’m about to get sappy (because huggy bear made me) you’re actually one of my favorite people and it is an honor to share a birthday with you. you are forever my soulmate, and forever my sissy. i love you!

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yourusername awww, jacky boy! you do know how to be nice! i love you, too❤️ happy our birthday!

jackhughes psa to everyone: i’m flipping her off rn

dylanduke25 psa to everyone: y/n tackled him

nicohischier happy birthday @/yourusername ! and you jack!

jackhughes i’m a little offended i wasn’t first but thank you!

yourusername @/jackhughes i’m the most important

yourusername THANK YOU NICO I LOVE YOU SFM

nicohischier i love you too! @/yourusername

user6 happy birthday jack!!

njdevils happy birthday lil jizzy and lil sissy! (?)

yourusername thank you admin bestie! (sure)

trevorzegras @/yourusername this is getting ridiculous i think it’s just to spite me at this point

yourusername @/trevorzegras sorry my phone died

dawson1417 happy birthday you two! @.yourusername i’ve loved having you around!

yourusername thank you, favorite person in the world!

jackhughes @/yourusername i was a sap in my post and this is the thanks i get?

yourusername @/dawson1417 it’s his birthday, would you mind being my second favorite?

dawson1417 @/yourusername i’m okay with that

john.marino97 happy birthday jack and my favorite hughes!

yourusername THANK YOU JOHNNY M❤️

jackhughes thank you, but i’m offended

lhughes_06 me too

john.marino97 @/jackhughes @/lhughes_06 you two are tied for second!

_quinnhughes does that make me third?

yourusername @_quinnhughes no that’s mom

john.marino97 @/yourusername are you making my ranking for me?

jackhughes @/john.marino97 it’s like you don’t know her at all

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_quinnhughes happy birthday to my best friend, my little sister, and my favorite nap buddy for sixteen years. sissy, i love you more than words. i’m so proud of you for making it to twenty-two. i’m so proud that you’re going to school and becoming who you want to be, and i’m so glad i got to see you grow up to become the person you are now.

i’ll always be protective of you, and that’s never going to change, but ever since that day you packed everything up to move across the country with z, i knew you’d be okay. i knew that it would change you for the better, and i was half right. it didn’t change you at all. instead, it gave you the opportunity to grow into who you are. who i see you as.

you’re wonder woman. you’re there when anyone needs you, and you often go out of your way to be there. you are everything your middle school self said you wanted to be, and i know she’s happy that you made it here.

i love you, sissy❤️ happy birthday

edit: i’ve been told i failed to mention our child, @.colemcward , and how good of a mother she is! you’re doing amazing, sweaty!

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yourusername quinny you’re gonna make me cry! fuck i love you so much it’s not even funny❤️ thank you bubba

_quinnhughes always

trevorzegras update: she’s crying and under quinner’s shirt

kuzya_096 happy birthday y/n!🎉🎂

yourusername thank you, kuzy! i miss and love you!

kuzya_096 i miss and love you too!

canucks happy birthday to our favorite hughes!

yourusername i’m in tears! i really needed that. thank you admin bestie!💙

user27 quinn is gonna make me cry with middle school stories i-😭 happy birthday y/n!!

bboeser happy birthday girly huggy! i better see you against the glass next year!

yourusername thank you!!! if i get my way, i’ll be near the bench in warm ups!

bboeser i’ll see what i can do to help that ;)

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jamie.drysdale happy birthday to one of my best friends, my ex wife, and overall a top notch (and deranged) human being, y/n (soon-to-be) rowden (soon-to-be) zegras! i have loved living with you the last couple of years, i have loved all of our living room sleepovers, and i somehow love how often you force us to watch the hunger games series.

before i met you, trevor told me “it’s y/n’s world and we’re all just living in it” and i could not tell if he was joking or not. he was definitely not joking, but i have loved living in your world and i hope you’ll let me stay in it forever!

i love you more than words ex wifey❤️ happy birthday!

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yourusername you’re my favorite ex husband❤️ thank you jamie baby! i love you! i hope you enjoy the hunger games movies tonight!

jamie.drysdale i enjoyed the first two! not ready for you to cry!

yourusername lame

jackhughes @/yourusername b i t c h

yourusername @_quinnhughes rip his teeth out! oh wait…

jamie.drysdale update: they’re fighting on the floor again. trevor has stopped y/n’s head from hitting the table twice

_quinnhughes update: jack lost

shattdeuces happy birthday, kid! @/yourusername

yourusername AHH THANK YOU MOM!!

trevorzegras i’m glad you accepted that it’s y/n’s world

jamie.drysdale i’m still not convinced i had a choice

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale you didn’t🧡

user50 i want what y/n and jamie have awe! happy birthday!!

masonmctavish23 happy birthday @.yourusername ! miss you!! (stromer told me to tell you happy birthday too)

yourusername MAC- T!!!! thank you! AND STROMER! MY HERO! also thank you <3 mwah!

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername why is stromer your hero?

yourusername @/jamie.drysdale why is he not yours?

jamie.drysdale @/yourusername because you’re my hero

yourusername @/masonmctavish23 tell stromer to suck it <3

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colecaufield happy birthday, best friend number two! my life changed for the better when you came into it, and i’m very happy that you’re legally obligated to stay in it!

you’re the biggest supporter around. i remember how proud you were when you made your own ntdp hoodie to wear at games that had mine, jack’s, trevor’s, and alex’s name and number on the back because you refused to just support one of us. you’ve caught endless planes to watch any of us play, especially when it’s against each other. you got on a plane to be there after my surgery this year. you make sure no one is ever alone, which is something truly rare.

i love you, sissy! (using my free pass) happy birthday!

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yourusername i still have that hoodie! i love you with my whole butt, best friend number two❤️ thank you!

colecaufield WHIP IT OUT BUTTERCUP

trevorzegras @/colecaufield take a lap. think about what you just said. and then never say it again

colecaufield @/trevorzegras no <3

yourusername @/trevorzegras @/colecaufield get your own phrases????

trevorzegras @/yourusername no <3

_quinnhughes i get to say sissy all i want so ha!

yourusername ooo you got him!!

_quinnhughes @/yourusername i can physically feel your sarcasm

colecaufield @_quinnhughes gross

_alexturcotte I REMEMBER THAT HOODIE! SHE WAS SO PROUD!!

colecaufield she was so shy about it at first it was precious

jackhughes until her good big brother came along and hyped her up!!

yourusername @/jackhughes FOUR HOURS

jackhughes @/yourusername and 36 minutes!!

lhughes_06

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lhughes_06 happy birthday, sissy! growing up with you was a ride, and i wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. realizing you actually weren’t legally and by blood my sister was the biggest shock of my life. but when i grew up, i realized you are my actual sister, and these last five years have proved that even more.

everybody deserves a sissy. you flying out to florida to watch frozen four was amazing, but you staying after i left to be with the team and support them just because eddy asked you to was even more amazing. you didn’t have to be there for them, hell you didn’t have to be there for me, but you were anyways. don’t tackle duker for telling me about the sleepover party, because i just want to thank you for it. you met my friends and immediately decided that you were going to be their “mom,” and you have more than done that. you didn’t have to do the sleepovers like you do for me, but you did, and then made your way to jersey to watch me sign my contract. like quinny said, you’re wonder woman.

i love you with my whole butt! happy birthday!🩷

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yourusername lukey moosey, i am in TEARS! i love you with my whole butt, thank you <3

lhughes_06 you’re so welcome

jackhughes hey remember when sissy tripped in the snow and was so overly dramatic about it she made you carry her up the hill inside and she just had a bruise?

yourusername and i’ll do it again

lhughes_06 @/yourusername you have!

yourusername @/lhughes_06 i’m true to my word

user77 i’m so luke omfg😭 happy birthday!!

adamfantilli HAPPY BIRTHDAY Y/N! I MISS YOU!

yourusername thank you!! i miss you too! i’ll see you at the draft🧡

anaheimducks 👀

dylanduke25 ty for not murdering me <3 @.yourusername

yourusername jokes on you, i wanted to be praised

user51 this is so pure🥹

seamuscasey26 that group sleepover was the best thing ever! happy birthday, team mom! @.yourusername

yourusername thank you! you give top notch cuddles!

trevorzegras did you all just take turns cuddling her???

seamuscasey @/trevorzegras yes

adamfantilli @/trevorzegras yes

edwards.73 @/trevorzegras yes

trevorzegras I GET THE PICTURE

mackie.same @/trevorzegras yes

_alexturcotte

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_alexturcotte happy birthday to my favorite person(?) in the entire world! you’re the most loving, caring, inspiring, supportive person i’ve ever met.

like lukey said, everyone deserves a sissy (y/n to me🙄). she’ll drop everything if you need to talk, or cuddle, or come over. and she gives you star stickers when you do something good! and she gets you a trophy for your first goals of the season!

congratulations on making it to 22, girly hughes! i’m so proud of you. i love you loads!

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yourusername i enjoy that we’re bringing back girly hughes! thank you, turcs! i love you more!

_alexturcotte some devil said it and i got war flashback

trevorzegras @_alextrucotte war???

_alexturcotte @/trevorzegras you remember hs right? she was more unhinged than she is now

yourusername sell me out, why don’t you?

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escha-evenstar · 2 months

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Happy Birthday Azul 💜

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x GN!Reader

Summary: You and Azul share a special moment at the beach on his birthday.

Word Count: 1.7K

Notes:

Established relationship.

Azul calls you "sweetheart".

A/N:

Inspired from my walk today yesterday to the beach. I just love taking walks at the beach and sunsets!! Photos above are from the shots I took earlier yesterday! :D

(I was supposed to finish and post this yesterday after my walk but I felt sick and fell asleep early. ><)

And I know said I would finish the draft on my Mafia AU but this just happened. A little something for Azul's birthday because I haven't done anything yet. T^T

But better late than never, right?

A belated happy birthday to you Azul!! 🩷💜🩷💜 PS: I love you.

It was a beautiful afternoon. The sun was shining down as the gentle breeze fluttered by. There was the calm push and pull of the waves, giving the atmosphere a sense of serenity, and two pairs of bare feet that touched the fine sand, leaving behind a trail of footprints.

You and Azul were walking along the shore, hand in hand. His birthday party wrapped up earlier today so he could spend some more time alone with you. Azul had a planned out date for the two of you but upon your insistence to first take a walk at the beach and watch the sunset, he easily relented. After all, how could he say no to you?

So there he was with you. His sash, coat, and vest were discarded along with his socks and shoes. The white dress shirt he was wearing was slightly unbuttoned from the top, revealing more of the collar bone area. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and his silver half-rim glasses were also removed, giving him a more casual appearance. You, on the other hand, wore a white dress that complimented Azul's outfit. Your sash and heels were left behind together with his things as the two of you walked barefoot on the seashore.

"Sweetheart, as much as I always enjoy being with you, I am rather curious as to why you were insistent in bringing me here. I believe you haven't told me yet your reason," Azul said to you, squeezing your hand lightly.

You stopped walking and turned your eyes to gaze at his ocean blue orbs. There was a certain gleam in your bright eyes as you looked at him.

"I just wanted to spend some time here with you," you said while smiling. "That, and I wanted to take a swim. Hehe. So, let's go!"

You suddenly pulled at his hand, dragging him to the open waters.

"Wait! We're not wearing any swimwear. Our clothes will get wet!" Said Azul worriedly.

You assured him that it was fine and although Azul could have easily stopped you with his strength, he didn't. Instead, he let himself be carried away with your whims. The water level was past your chest, almost reaching your chin, when you stopped dragging him further into the sea.

"This is our stop! Because, you know," you said while looking at him. "I can't swim in the deep part."

You chuckled to yourself before looking at the horizon, basking in the gorgeous light of the sunset.

"It's beautiful," you said, eyes completely admiring the view.

Azul watched the sun slowly set. The mix of red, orange, and yellow painted the sky as the sun came down, touching the sea with an ethereal glow. He then drifted his eyes to your face and found himself completely stunned. The way your eyes glimmered with the soft rays of the sun. The way your skin glowed against the orange hues. The way your soft lips curved into that beautiful smile. At this moment, to Azul, you were more than just beautiful. You were absolutely—

"Breathtaking."

Your eyes widened in surprise, before turning your head to look at him.

"What?"

Azul blushed, realizing he spoke his thoughts out loud. He averted his gaze from you as the pink blush on his cheeks remained.

"I said you were breathtaking," he mumbled.

You felt your own cheeks start to get warm from his words as you cupped your cheeks shyly. Your eyes darted to and from his face but upon doing so, you couldn't help but admire the way he looked. How the pretty shade of his blue eyes reflected the sunbeam. How his silver-gray hair blended with the golden light. How his skin flushed as his lips pouted slightly.

"Azul?" You called his name softly as you stepped closer to him. "You're breathtaking."

You grabbed his arm and pulled him down to leave a gentle kiss on his cheek. Azul blushed even more, earning him a giggle from you.

"Oh! Before I forget.." you trailed off.

"What—"

Azul flinched as you splashed him directly on the face. He closed his eyes from your continuous splashing and he could hear the amusement in your voice as you laughed. You stopped after a while to check on him.

"Are you okay?" You asked while still giggling.

Azul wiped the seawater from his eyes and when he opened them, you could see the mischievous glint in them as he smirked.

"Very funny, sweetheart. I believe it's my turn now to make a move." He grabbed your hips and pulled you closer to him, your chest now in direct contact with his.

"Let's make a deal. If you could reach the shore before the sun completely sets, I'll give you a fine reward."

"And what is this fine reward you speak of?"

"Anything that you want."

"Ooh~ Really? Sounds interesting. Okay then! And if I fail?"

"Then it is you who'll be giving me a fine reward."

"Anything that you want too?"

"But of course. I need to make things fair, don't I?"

You mused over his proposal carefully. The sun was already setting, but then again, it's not like the shore was that far away.

"So? Have we got a deal?" His thumb made circles against your hip slowly, as if coaxing you to agree.

"Hmmm.. you'll just stay here? You won't swim and pull me back?" You asked.

He hummed in response. "Mhm. I'll just stay here. I won't swim and pull you back."

"Deal!" You said with a mirthful expression. You were about to start walking back to shore, but Azul still has his hold on you.

"Ah ah~ Not yet, sweetheart. I know we don't do written contracts, but I'm going to need something as a.. token of our deal."

He changed the way he held your body, instead wrapping a single arm around your waist but still pulling you in close. He tilted your head upwards with his fingers as his thumb grazed lightly on your lower lip. The moment he leaned his head downwards, you knew exactly what he meant. You wrapped your arms around his neck and met his lips in a sweet, loving kiss.

Azul hugged you closer and now cradled the back of your head with his hand as he kissed you. Again. And again. And again. With each kiss, it grew more heated and fervent and you felt yourself melting against him.

And although you loved sharing a kiss with Azul, you needed to get away. You needed to pull yourself away and get back to the shore for that reward! But every time you did so, Azul just brought you closer and kissed you passionately than before.

"Mmh.. Zul.." you moaned softly. "Let.. go.."

"Don't.. want.. to.." he said in between kisses. "I'm.. not.. letting you.. go.."

Azul kissed you like there was no tomorrow.

Before you knew it, the sun had already set. The bright orange glow had morphed into a dark black and blue as the stars twinkled in the night sky. When you pulled apart, you could see the deviousness in his face.

"Looks like I win, sweetheart," he said while smirking.

"That's cheating! But I guess I'll let you have your win since it is your birthday." You chuckled at him and playfully hit him on the chest. "So, what does the birthday boy wish for?"

The certain gleam in his eyes was replaced with a soft look of yearning.

"Please be mine. Always and forever."

You could see the immense and true love Azul has for you in his pretty blue eyes, mixed with a slight hint of anxiety. A fear that one day, you'll end up leaving him.

"I'm already yours, Azul. Always and forever."

You cupped his face, gently stroking his cheeks.

"Do you know why? Because I love you. I love how hardworking you are. How you always give your best in everything that you do. I love how you're so confident when doing things. I love how you're so smart and skillful. You always amaze me."

Azul felt his heart flutter from each word that came out of your lips.

"I love your voice. I love it when you play the piano and sing for me, even though I always get flustered. Hehe. You just have a very beautiful voice. I love your sweet and charming side. You always make me feel loved and cared for when you spoil me with your gifts and affection."

He felt the blush on his face again, but his eyes didn't shy away from yours.

"I also love how you trust me enough to show your vulnerable side, and especially when you show me your merform. You're a beautiful being, Azul. Beautiful, handsome, attractive, everything!"

Azul's eyes were becoming glossy.

"I could say a lot more, but my list just goes on and on," you giggled. "The point is: I love you, and everything about you Azul. I am happy I came here and met you. I am happy you were born."

Your small thumb gently wiped a single tear from the corner of his eye.

"You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Azul. I'll devote myself to always loving you and forever making you feel happy, as you do with me. And that's why I'm all yours."

Azul has never felt this much loved and special, not until he met you. He felt like all three of his hearts were about to pop out from the sheer amount of affection he was receiving from you.

"I love you so much, Y/N. You are my world. You are my everything. I'll always love you, and I'll do my best to forever make you feel loved and happy."

"I love you too, Azul. Happy birthday."

You and Azul shared one more passionate kiss. The serene waves of the ocean danced around, the stars glittered the dark sky, and the moon reflected its white light, cascading a heavenly radiance on the two of you.

"Thank you for the gift," Azul said while smiling.

"Mm? But I haven't given it yet," you said, looking confused.

"My gift was already given, sweetheart." He chuckled as he cupped your cheek tenderly, gazing at your eyes lovingly.

"You're the greatest gift I could ever ask for."

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yanderecookierunkingdom · 2 months

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⚡︎ anon here! I completely forgot my birthday was on the 12th of this month lmao- can I request how the dragons would celebrate their s/o's birthday? I'm having my party tomorrow!✨

PS: are you feeling any better?

I've been lying on the ground trying to cool myself off if that's any indicator.

It'd be very extravagant. Nothing less for you. Ananas Dragon Cookie would get you whatever you wanted.

They bask in the praise you give them for getting such nice gifts. They're luckily in pretty good control of their tail, so it doesn't wag when you give them a kiss.

They do make a small joke about them being your best gift, and they do get flustered when you agree.

Only the best music for you during your birthday. Lotus Dragon Cookie loves seeing your happy face.

During your birthday, any wish you want, they'll grant. It's the one time of year you get so many wishes without having to worry, so be sure to use them wisely!

They're smitten for you, and they'll gladly do whatever do want on this day.

They've gotten you so many gifts its.. almost worrying. You don't speak if it, of course.

Longan Dragon is a lot more affectionate during this time. They enjoy seeing your smile, despite what their outward personality says.

Nothing is allowed to spoil this special day for you. Absolutely nothing.

Pitaya Dragon Cookie probably stole all your gifts, let's be honest.

They're very eccentric during this time. They get to be with you during this special days of yours!

Please give them kisses for getting you all these gifts. Please-

#crob x reader #cookie run ovenbreak x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #longan dragon cookie x reader #lotus dragon cookie x reader #ananas dragon cookie x reader #pitaya dragon cookie x reader #cosmos constellations #cosmos stars #star: ⚡️anon

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jimilter · 1 year

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on the borderline — 01 | pjm. (m)

Park Jimin has been your buoy, your anchor and the ship of sanity that guides you to shore amid storms of self-doubt, nearly all your life; as have you been his. That is not to say nothing has ever brewed beneath the surface of platonic friendship, or that the two of you have never been victims to mistiming. Regardless, you would never risk the friendship you have with him now for anything. Even if you have to hurt him – or even yourself – in the process.

pairing: jimin x reader

rating: m (18+)

genre: humor | fluff | smut | friends to lovers!au

word count: 9.7 k

— warnings: swearing + alcohol consumption + unresolved sexual tension + mentions of therapy + really lame humor + some dark humor (a mention of n*crophilia) + sexual situations (mentioned m. receiving oral, explicit f. receiving oral) + a ton of secondhand embarrassment

— note: it is finally done, omfg. writer's block got me good with this one - literally made me crawl and mocked me for overestimating my abilities. but at least we are finally kicking this off, right? i hope you enjoy this messy ride, drop me a word, guys~ 💜

ps. the rating, genre and warnings mentioned above pertain to this chapter, only.

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𝐈 ⇢ 𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐔𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 ♪ could it be i don’t know what’s good for me?

“Who even celebrates turning twenty-seven, dude?”

“Wha—”

“In this economy? Isn’t it better to just, I don’t know, wait till your thirtieth and then throw some grand party of the decade?”

“Hey, it’s—”

“I mean, sure, it’s a wonder Park Jimin survived another year without ending up in jail because he killed a co-worker, but—”

“Hey! They were not that bad!” he cuts you off with a protest. And then immediately sighs in resignation. "Okay, yeah, they were. That last month in that office was hell. Half the reason why I accepted this transfer was because I didn't want blood on my hands."

"Hold on," you raise your own protest. "I thought I was half the reason?"

"Uh… you're the other half?"

"Right, and the promotion had no influence on it, whatsoever.”

“Okay, this is a trap,” Jimin groans, finally giving up, and you break into laughter at his plight. “This is so unfair,” comes his disgruntled complaint. “Refuse to join my birthday celebrations and then find ways to laugh at me. You’ve got a way with ruining people’s day, babe, anyone ever tell you that?”

Rolling your eyes, you scan the cover page of the powerpoint presentation before you. “You do. Every other day.”

“And I’m right. Just come to the damn party, you big baby! I promise you’ll have a good time!”

“You don’t know that and you can’t promise that.”

Jimin releases a deep sigh on the other end of the phone and you purse your lips.

You’re kinda mean for testing his patience on his birthday. But, in your defense, it was him that threw you a curveball first by insisting that you – the most unsociable person in his life – come to this celebration he’s having at his place with his work friends. Which just translates to his entire office, because Park Jimin is a massive social butterfly. You sometimes wonder how you two even stay friends with such differently designed social batteries.

Case in point, you don’t wanna spend your Thursday evening trying to mingle with his coworkers and faking smiles. Not when you know you two could be having so much more fun with a chill night in, watching movies and sipping wine. Or, like, maybe sipping coffee because you have an important presentation to give tomorrow morning.

And that’s another reason why you don’t wanna freaking party – you have a Friday morning brainstorming session with your department about this workshop you’re in charge of organizing next week. You don’t have a keynote speaker yet and Rachel from Legal has refused to sit in as guest of honor so you kinda need a new guest, too.

“If you didn’t wanna party,” Jimin suddenly grumbles through the phone, breaking you out of your work-related thoughts, “why send me a birthday wish text full of balloons at midnight? You seemed more excited than me with your all caps party party and fifteen exclamation marks.”

Wincing, you close your eyes. You’d known you were overdoing it even as you typed that second text message. And now you’re gonna have to bullshit your way out of this.

You begin with a light scoff. “Well, I was obviously talking about the two of us having a party.” You weren’t. “Didn’t know you were so obsessed with the idea of turning twenty-seven you would invite your entire company.” You did.

Jimin’s groan spills with frustration. “Babe, for the last time, I’m doing this under pressure. My colleagues all self-invited themselves, okay? Like, I swear to you, if I could get out of hosting this thing, I would.”

He sounds kind of distressed now which indicates he’s being truthful. Not that Jimin is a compulsive liar, but he does have this tendency to withhold facts to benefit his cause, at times.

“My entire office has been on my ass ever since they found out my birthdate. And I have to have a big heart about it because the Director has to set a good example and all that dumb shit that nobody but the CEO cares about because the rest of us weren’t born with a silver spoon in our mouths and actually need to work to earn our paychecks.” He exhales loudly at the end of his outburst. “Do you understand, babe?”

A pout pulls on your lips because you do actually understand. You don't like that you understand because then you can't annoy him anymore which is always so much fun, but his reasoning is actually reasonable.

Jimin has been working as the Regional Director of his company for less than a year. Eight months, to be exact, ever since he moved here following his promotion. Here, as in the place you’ve been located in for the past three years. This is the first time the two of you have been in the same city for such a long period of time ever since high school, a matter of fact.

Sighing at your train of thoughts, you start the spell-checker program for your presentation and then push your laptop away to lay back on the carpeted floor, staring up at the ceiling.

"I do understand, I guess," you finally concede.

"Thank you!"

"Doesn't mean I support it, though."

"I know."

Chuckling, you lift your phone off the table to peek at the screen.

Ongoing call with Min 🌟73m 51s

“Jimin?”

“Hm?”

“Have you finalized a shirt yet? We've been on the call for over an hour. It’s past eight." You shut your eyes and exhale. "You'll be late to your own party…"

“What do you care?” he petulantly huffs in response. “I’ll be late if I want to. It’s not as if you will be kept waiting…”

Oh, God, this petty bitch.

“Jimin,” you groan in frustration, “don’t be catty, just tell me if you need my help!”

“I’m not being catty, you’re being a bad friend.” He pauses, and when you give another groan at his words, he clicks his tongue. “Fine, yeah, I need help…”

Rolling your eyes, you lift your phone up again. “How many are you confused among? Switch to video, show me.”

Within seconds, your best friend appears on the screen, raking his fingers through his hair like he is constantly doing, twenty-five hours a day. He has his reading glasses on beneath furrowed brows and squinted eyes – which he is yet to focus on the camera or at you – and his lips are pouted in either frustration or anger, or both.

Nonetheless, he looks as good as he always has. A bit mature with his slightly longer black hair which he has been growing out ever since he got here. This promotion has relieved him of some of the workplace rules he was made to adhere to previously – one of them being how he styled his hair. Given Jimin’s obsession with dyes during his college days, you can only imagine how badly he must be itching for some highlights. You’ve told him time and again that natural black suits him best, but the guy always has other ideas.

A smile pulls at your lips.

“Your hair looks nice.”

That grabs his attention, making his eyes snap up to focus a little below the camera. “Huh?”

“Your hair. It looks nice,” you repeat, this time clearing your throat because, well, rehashing the wayward compliment makes you cringe a bit. "Without, y'know, any crazy highlights or dyeing? It looks, uh, good."

The grimace on your face is mirrored by Jimin and you immediately regret opening your mouth. You and Jimin suck at giving or accepting compliments. Insistent teasing and insults are more your forte.

This is weird.

Jimin clears his throat and pats his head, looking unsure. “Does it?” His squinted eyes and pursed lips express discomfort as he adjusts the dark strands around his forehead again. “Uh, thanks…? I am gonna get a trim after Christmas.”

Jumping the opportunity to swerve the conversation, you frantically nod your head. “That's a good idea! But like, Christmas is more than two months away, dude… You’ll be halfway into your Rapunzel era by that time…”

Proud of yourself, you burst into giggles while Jimin scowls at you and stares you down wordlessly until you finally stop. "You're so fucking lame."

You solemnly nod your head. "Astute observation. Now. The shirts, please?”

He makes an exaggerated show of rolling his eyes but then finally moves the camera away, probably placing his phone on some shelf, and steps back to allow you a glimpse of the two hangers in his hands. You squint, bringing your own phone closer to take in the two apparels on the tiny screen. And you do see two shirts, but they just look… black to you. Like, legitimately just black.

Fuck, is this how guys feel when girls ask them to pick apart nail paint shades?

“You should’ve called me on Zoom,” you finally mumble, sitting up and frowning at the screen. “I can barely tell them apart on this small ass screen…”

“What?” Jimin looks kinda clueless and you realize he doesn’t have his earpods on him.

So you can’t see shit and he can’t hear shit. A wonderful pair.

“Nothing, just…” You trail off with a sigh when he raises his eyebrows, and try again, louder, “Can you describe them to me?”

“Describe? Wha…oh. You can’t see them on the small screen, can you?” At your pout, he breaks into a loud laugh, shaking his head. “A blind bitch, my God…”

In the middle of rolling your eyes, the serotonin emitting from the guy tugs your own lips up into a smile. He laughs with whole belly and smiles with his whole face, making everybody around him catch it too. Your best friend really deserves a life full of such happiness, you decide. He has a heart of gold, always so accepting and loving to all even if he ends up hurt at the end. Just endless happiness and smiles should be sent his way, and—

“Dude? You there? Your smile’s really creepy, please stop.”

Jimin’s words bring your attention back to your phone, instantly turning your – admittedly yeah, slightly creepy – smile into an irritated frown. Honestly, the contrast between you wanting him to always be happy and him literally asking you to stop smiling, though?

But also wow, what the fuck? Why’re you being an emotional sap out of nowhere? He is a good person but also a very annoying human being at times, did you forget? He can take a couple of falls. His life doesn’t have to be all smiles and giggles. What is wrong with you?

Shaking your head, you look at him. “Sorry, yeah. Kinda zoned out.”

“Will you focus now?”

At your morose nod, Jimin shoves one of the shirts closer to the camera. Oh, this one looks redder. Wait, it is red! How the fuck could you not see it before? A blind bitch, indeed.

“So this is dark red,” he informs you before swapping the shirt with the other one in which you can clearly detect a blue undertone. “And this one’s really, really dark navy. Both are silk because that’s what I wanna do for my birthday. Now. Pick one!”

You hum in thought, honestly caught in confusion. Jimin’s skin looks really good when he wears shades of red. But both yours and his favorite color forever has been blue.

“Maybe we should go for something different this time,” you begin, nodding to yourself, “and not pick blue, Min.”

He exhales at your words and then huffs out a laugh. “Hey, we don’t always pick blue…”

“We kinda do, dude. Always.”

“O–kay, then. Let’s begin the twenty-seventh year of my life with a lifestyle change, then? Picking red over blue, it is.”

You nod with a snort, peeking at your laptop to see if the spell-checker has finished its job yet. It hasn't, dumb slow fucker.

“Hey, uh,” Jimin continues to talk even as you have placed your phone flat on the table, with the camera now capturing half of your double chin and the ceiling, “this isn’t about Yoongi, is it?”

What?

Wide-eyed and panicked, you immediately pick the device back up to stare at your best friend in horror. Only to find him attempting to stifle his laughter. Your eyes narrow at him sharply.

“It wasn’t, but now it just might be…”

“Um—”

“Jimin, why is he invited?”

“My entire office is the reason why the party is even happening. Can’t skip Yoongi for you, dude, that’ll look bad.”

With his eyes sparkling and lips trembling with barely contained mirth, Jimin looks so giddy about this conversation, you wanna throw a brick at his head.

Ever since you met Min Yoongi at the godawful welcome dinner Jimin’s company threw for him, the guy has floated around you with hearts in eyes every occasion he gets. And Jimin, naturally, loves to drive you insane about it whenever he can. Which is basically all the time.

“Are you planning my murder in your head?” he teases, waggling his eyebrows as he walks around the store to get to the cash counter. “He’s not even that bad, you’re just stubborn…”

“Not bad?” You groan out loud, shaking your head in misery. “Jimin, that guy is scary.”

“He just likes you a lot, babe! And wants you to like him back!”

“Which is scary!”

He frowns at you. “That is a discussion for your therapist. All I want is for you to be there at the party. If you bump into Yoongi and he tries to ask you out again, just tell him you’re dating me.”

“No.” You roll your eyes. “That sort of a lie feels immoral, and outside of my social anxiety and commitment phobia, I’m actually a good person.”

“Please,” Jimin scoffs. “Half my office thinks you and I are a thing, anyways.”

In the middle of scoffing back at him, you stop and do a double take. “Hold the fuck up. Half your office thinks”—you pause to lean in closer to the screen and squint at him—“what?”

“That I’m dating you. And it usually works out in my favor. I can get out of a lot of awkward situations because people assume that I’m not single.”

He is smirking at you, while your head is about to explode.

“Park Jimin. Why have you not corrected the rumors?”

“I just told you! They don’t push me into unnecessary social stuff because they assume I’m not single.”

“Not single because of whom, though?” Your voice has turned pitchy and squeaky. “Me? Are you insane?” You vehemently shake your head. “I’m your best fucking friend, Park Jimin! How dare you?”

“Well, my best fucking friend,” he says around snorts, “it isn’t that serious! Sorry I triggered your existential crisis, jeez.”

“It’s not an existential crisis!”

“No? Well, I’m still sorry.”

Not with the grin on his face, he is not. “You’re clearly holding back laughter…”

A wheeze escapes him at your words, leading to loud, hurried giggles that he fruitlessly attempts to muffle with a hand before quickly clearing his throat. To annoy you more with his stuttered lies. “N–no. These are – these are just my tears of guilt.”

“Park Jimin, I—”

“Hey, stop with the government name!” he finally declares, looking slightly more attentive as he finally stops laughing. “Alright, sorry. I’ll tell my assistant to send out a memo about it tomorrow, okay?”

“Not funny…”

“Come on, it’s a little funny. I don’t get why you’re so bothered. It’s not like you're dating someone, right? Or will, in the near future.”

“Or the far future,” you add with a grumble. “But it’s still not cool to let people make the wrong assumptions, Min.”

“Hey, if I can’t set you up with guys, at least let me have this?”

“How is that the same thing?”

“It’s not.” He giggles. “But it’s equally as fun.”

“Not for me, it’s not. Make it stop.”

“Or,” he grins at you with his entire teeth, “you could make it stop by accepting Yoongi’s advances!”

Sometimes it’s pitiable how badly your best friend wants you to date someone. No, it’s actually always pitiable. He’s been on this agenda ever since you broke up with your last ex, and despite all the in-depth conversations you’ve had with Jimin about why you’re not ready for love yet, he always somehow reverts back to pushing you towards some or the other dude. Every other week.

You sometimes wonder if it’s because he wants to break out of the kinda dumb but very important pact you blackmailed him into, some three years back.

It was a simple set of rules you’d both agreed to, a few weeks after Jimin’s twenty-fourth birthday and a year after your break-up with your ex whom you never should have dated in the first place. You’d sworn off dating for the rest of your life, and because Jimin was hyper-focussed on his career at the time, he wasn’t too eager to find a girlfriend, either. So you both agreed to a mutual agreement of no dating – because it requires a shit ton of time and effort, only to cause a shit ton of emotional trauma in return – and made a promise to, instead, keep the other company, emotionally and intellectually. Completely platonically, of course, because both of you prefer hooking up with strangers instead of risking your friendship to scratch the itch.

Okay, so your words were kinda unhinged, something along the lines of, ‘If I’m not gonna date, you don’t need a girlfriend, either, dude. You’ve got me, and I’m easier to please.’

Ugh…

But it still somehow worked out in the end. Neither of you have dated in the past three years, leaning on each other for support.

So now, if Jimin wants to get back into the dating game, why not simply tell you that instead of trying to link you up with guys? Doesn’t make sense. Which probably means that this is not why he does it. Not to mention, that reasoning also doesn’t justify his supposedly harmless but also very meaningless flirting with you that never seems to cease. In his words, it’s because he needs to “cherish” the fact that you’re both single at the same time. Whatever the fuck that means.

Your best friend is a weirdo.

Right now, you just roll your eyes at his sly grin the way you usually do. “Fuck off with that, Jimin. My mind isn’t changing, when are you gonna stop?”

“Until it does change.” He gives a shrug. “Obviously.”

“Well, so then whatever it is that your co-workers see in us, why can Yoongi not see it too and leave me alone?”

Jimin laughs. “Oh, they think we act couple-y. And Yoongi’s blinded by his love for you, forgive him.”

You blink at his words. Couple-y? You and Jimin? When? Where?

What even are couple-y things, you wonder. You can bet you have barely kissed your best friend on the cheek, like, five times at most in your entire friendship of fifteen-something years. You and him aren’t too big on expressing emotions through…gestures. Sometimes, you even skip on hugs, instead fist-bumping as a greeting when you meet.

What about that sounds… couple-y? Nothing at all!

“Dude?” Jimin calls out to you, waving a hand in the front of the screen. “What is up with you today?”

You release an irritated huff. You both do not act like a couple. It’s a narrow-minded, backwards concept that people settle upon whenever a guy and a girl’s friendship doesn't meet the norms that the society has set up for them. Jimin’s co-workers are backwards.

“We don’t act couple-y, Min.” You look at him with determination.

“O—kay?” He raises his eyebrows and you nod.

“Of course we don’t! Clarify this with your co-workers, okay?” you remind him with a frown, a finger raised and pointed at the screen. “And if they still doubt you, just tell them we don’t have sex. Nobody dates without getting naked, these days.”

Jimin bursts into loud laughter. “I don’t think anyone’s gonna believe me if I just say it, babe. Also, I don’t think that’s true? People still save themselves for marriage.”

You just roll your eyes. “Well, they’re stupid if they do. If I were to ever date again, sex is what would probably be the most integral part of my relationship. No sex? No label, bro.” You make a disgusted face. “So much effort put into tolerating a man in my life and not even a decent orgasm received in return? No thanks, I’ll pass.”

Beginning with small chuckles, Jimin slowly dissolves into loud giggles as you speak further, his phone shaking every which way as he sways with loud laughter again. You’re slowly caught by his infectious cackles, joining in with your own wheezes while he wipes his eyes.

As he finally straightens, though, he’s got this tilted smirk on his face that makes you vary. Because you almost know what he’s gonna say before he even articulates the words. “Well, if sex is what will make you okay about being called my girlfriend at my office, I can amend that anytime you want, you know? Just gotta say the words, ma’am…”

“Yeah I'll say the words, alright,” you murmur with another, disinterested sounding exhale. “That you're a pervert, dear sir. And my ex, as of now.”

“Ooh, so you wanna show up at the party as my hot ex?” He waggles his eyebrows. “Fashionably late, dressed to kill and all that?” Then he quickly waves his fingers. “On the cash counter now, switching to audio.”

As his face disappears from the screen, you sigh. “No, bubs, I really can’t make it. I’ve gotta give this presentation tomorrow morning, real early.”

“Wow, your excuses just keep changing…”

“They’re all reasons and they all hold true, collectively, Min. It’s a goddamn list.” Placing your phone on the table, you tiredly rub your eyes. “It’s not even nine pm and I wanna go to bed already. How about I just see you tomorrow?"

There's silence on the line. A longer than normal silence, one where you can't even hear his breathing anymore, let alone the subtle rustle of his moving feet.

Ah, shit, you've upset him.

"I – I mean we see each other every weekend or so, anyway, so—"

"So you don’t wanna see me on my birthday?"

He sounds so gutted, your heart actually aches. But you still try, "We could have breakfast tomorrow, just you and I, and gossip about what all went down at the party?"

Jimin says your name in a small voice. "You can't not meet me on my birthday when we’re in the same city, dude… Do you remember the last time we celebrated any of our birthdays together? It’s been so long."

You do remember. It was his nineteenth birthday when you and two of your common, close friends had surprised Jimin with a visit to his college. He'd cried so much. You'd recorded it all on camera and uploaded it everywhere on social media, ruining his reputation – Park Jimin crying because he's not gonna be a teenager in a year. Wow, you guys were so lame. And also kinda cruel.

But damn, his last teenage year was… eight years ago, right? Holy shit, has it really been eight years?

Although it kinda makes sense because you and Jimin went to two different colleges in two different states. And yeah, you called and kept in touch but the visits were few and far between.

Wow. And you were gonna let go of the opportunity to meet up with him on his birthday because of – what? A dumb presentation? A dumb colleague of his that’s in love with you? Laziness?

Not anymore.

“No, you know what? You’re right.” You nod to yourself, smiling. “I’ll be there, Min.”

“Really?” Jimin sounds excited and hopeful, emphasizing how much he wanted you to be there. “Despite the Yoongi thing and your presentation?”

“Yep! I’ll steer clear of Yoongi or whatever, it’s cool. And I’ll bring an overnight bag to leave for work from your place, tomorrow.”

“Yes, that’s grea—wait…an overnight bag? You’ll stay the night? D–don’t you start work at, like, ten?”

Your eyes narrow at his stutter and the sudden awkwardness in his voice. “I actually have to give my presentation at eight, but… why do you sound like you don’t want me to stay? Look, if you’re planning on hooking up with someone tonight, let me remind you that your house is gigantic, Min. No one will bother no one.”

Jimin groans and you know you’ve hit the nail on the head. “Dude, you really need to work on your cockblocking tendencies. Remember that one time you stayed over and I had to cancel a threesome I’d planned? And now you’re interrupting my birthday sex? Not fair!”

You gasp loudly, thoroughly offended. “Hey! You’re literally the one that emotionally blackmailed me into coming!”

“Yeah, for the evening!”

“Hey, I—no. You know what? You’re a menace to humanity and I hate you, Park.”

Jimin just giggles in response to your claim. “I absolutely know that. But really, thank you for agreeing to come despite everything, babe. It means a lot to me.”

“Yeah, well, your birthday kinda means a lot to me too.”

Woah, that is way too much sappiness from you in one conversation. Jimin’s pleasant hum of acceptance doesn’t help the sudden mush you feel in your chest either, which is why you clear your throat and rush to set the balance right.

“Just make sure I don’t see your naked ass by the end of the night, and we’re good.”

“Hey! That was one time!”

“Yeah, one time too many!”

“Please,” he gives an affronted scoff, though you can hear a smile in his voice. “Don’t act like you didn’t actually enjoy the view…”

“I didn’t! Shut up! Asshole.” You scrunch your nose and squeeze your eyes shut to ward off the image of Jimin’s bubble butt from your mind. “I’ll see you in, like, an hour then?”

“You mean you’ll see my asshole in an—”

“Park Jimin, I will murder you—”

Foregoing a dress, you choose to wear a scallop trimmed, navy blue jumpsuit which is the perfect amount of dressy and practical – if a hassle to pee in, but you’re resolved to limit your liquid intake; you have an early morning meeting tomorrow! – and your feet are confidently nestled in a pair of sneakers to make things ultra comfy for yourself. A gift-wrapped wristwatch in your hand to add to your best friend's never-ending collection, you have barely stepped through the doors to his humongous townhouse when the bass booming from inside nearly shoves you back.

The place is buzzing like a nightclub with all the lights, crazy music and the horde of people. A well-ventilated, clean and fresh smelling nightclub. You’d honestly go clubbing a hell lot more if actual nightclubs were like this.

Just as you’ve handed your coat to the guy manning the coat closet – like they do at charity balls; good God, Park Jimin throws crazy parties – and taken a step into the foyer, the man of the night materializes before you out of thin air.

“Bestie~! Welcome!”

Wow, how many drinks in is he? Given the way he can’t stop smiling, it has to be at least five. Or maybe he's just running on an adrenaline and serotonin induced high. Won't be the first time.

Cheeks rosy and eyes glazed over, Jimin’s long hair falls into his eyebrows and diamond studs glint in his ears. The red shirt looks nearly black in the dim lights and fits him like a dream. Guy’s dressed to kill – literal sex on legs, and this is coming from someone that doesn’t even wanna have sex with him.

While you make a show of checking him out from bottom to top, wolf-whistling slowly, Jimin bashfully rolls his eyes and places an arm around your shoulders. He drags you into the house, nearly snatching the gift from you with his other hand to deposit it on the giant table full of presents, next to the coat closet.

“Looking good, Park,” you tell him loudly over the music, stumbling despite your shoes because he is literally not letting you use your legs with the way he is hauling you inside.

“I know!” The guy winks at you over his shoulder, which just makes you snort. “Thank you for coming, babe!” he then yells near you in a loud voice, pausing suddenly to turn to face you. “You’re my bestest friend in the world. I love you!”

Barely able to contain your laughter at the glee on his face, you return his hug with the same amount of zeal as him when he squeezes you to himself. In a completely out of character move, Jimin then plants a wet and sloppy mess of kiss to the apple of your cheek, making you flinch. And then cringe in irritation. Because at least five people around you witness it with a hand to their chest.

They're speculating and misunderstanding your relationship, aren't they? God, you need a drink.

Jimin, meanwhile, is grinning so wide, his happiness melts your ire away a little. His smiles have a way of always making your heart feel full.

"Happy birthday, bestie," you tell him while he loops an arm around your waist to drag you to the drinks table.

“Thank you, bestie! Now, because you don’t wanna be hammered, I’d recommend sticking to the champagne and pina colada fountain.”

“Wait, what fount—ohh.”

There’s definitely a fountain placed next to the champagne pyramid, and apparently it isn’t just an ornament.

“Jimin, this party looks insane,” you tell him when you’ve reached the makeshift bar in the corner of his huge living room, and settled onto a stool. “I thought you were forced into throwing this?”

Once he's gotten you a flute of champagne from the guy working the bar, Jimin finally leans against the counter and grins at you. You eye the bartending guy with raised eyebrows. That makes two hired helpers. How much has your best friend spent on this whole thing?

“Of course I was,” Jimin tells you with a shrug, still grinning. “But I won’t bludgeon my reputation just because of some reluctance. I want them to remember this night for the rest of their lives.”

Taking a sip from the glass – and wow, that drink is hella smooth – you squint at him. “Okay. Okay, that's on-brand for you. But what’s gonna be your escape plan when they end up liking it too much and bug you to throw more of these?”

That makes his smile vanish. “Hey, I’m not gonna let myself be convinced every time.”

“You’re a people pleaser, buddy.”

“I’m working on changing that!”

"Which isn’t really working out, Min.”

Jimin scowls at you and you throw your head back in laughter. When you look at him again, he’s eyeing your outfit with raised eyebrows.

“You look good.”

And you look down at yourself as if you didn’t know what you were wearing, which is kinda stupid. Why do you always do this when people compliment your looks?

“Yeah? Thanks, dude.”

Looking up, you try to smile. Try, because Jimin is smirking at you. And not a friendly, teasing smirk either.

No, he's giving you the smirk. The rare and deadlier one. Gaze full of mischief, head tilted as if in contemplation, eyebrows lowered to turn on the smolder. Yeah. That smirk.

This is the exact same smirk he gave you at age twenty-five, when he tried to convince you that if the two of you were still single and lonely when you turned forty, you could get into a lifelong friends-with-benefits relationship.

This is the exact same smirk he gave you at age twenty-one, when he told you about the crush he had on you when you guys were sixteen.

This is the exact same smirk he gave you at age nineteen, when you told him about the crush you had on him when you guys were thirteen.

Yeah, those are some bits from yours and his cherishable but embarrassing and kinda funky past. Also, you still can’t figure out why he waited two years before confessing his side of the said embarrassing past.

Anyways, reverting back to his smirk – this is the kind of smirk Jimin flashes at people when he wants to flirt with them. You’ve been on the receiving end of it for more times than should be normal between two friends. But in his own terms, “flirting is good for health,” so it is what it is.

You’re used to this behavior, too. But – like. Park Jimin is an attractive man. A really attractive man. It’s a basic, known fact to you. He is also a massive flirt, capable of charming the pants off of anybody without trying hard. And though the fact that you two have been friends for a decade and half does make you a lot immune to his looks and his wiles – at the end of the day, you’re only human.

Proven by the uncharacteristic and completely unnecessary flush that overtakes your cheeks when his gaze makes a sweep of your outfit from bottom to top.

Which is why you are biting your tongue and ducking your head to take a sip of the champagne again. It's something you've practiced over the years – if you pretend he's not doing it, he can't force a reaction out of you.

When you meet his challenging gaze again, you’re ready with your smile and wink. "I know."

Jimin's eyebrows raise at that, and the sultry weight lifts off his eyelids. His posture shifts and the seductive veil draped over him leaves. Phew. Attack averted.

"What? I've been practicing self love lately."

“Yeah.” He nods, chuckling. “That’s the reason for your lack of gratitude. And not the fact that I said ‘I know’ when you complimented me earlier, right?”

You put a hand to your chest and widen your eyes. “Why, of course not. I’m not the petty one, Min, it’s you.”

Rolling his eyes, Jimin steals your glass for a sip. You’re about to protest, but a presence on his other side distracts you. He follows your gaze to – a gorgeous, olive skinned woman. Damn, she is stunning.

“Hey, guys. Happy birthday, Jimin,” she wishes Jimin in her melodious voice, but only after flashing you a full smile.

It’s rare for you to receive genuine smiles from women around Jimin. You wanna befriend this woman.

“Avni, hey! Thanks for coming!” Jimin accepts her hug and moves to her other side, offering her a seat between you and him. “Tara said she’d bring her sister.”

The woman nods with a smile, before turning to you with her hand forwarded. “You're the girlfriend, right…?”

Didn't Jimin say she's someone's sister? His colleagues' family members gossip about you two too, then. How wonderful. Your deadpan stare cuts to the guy – causing him to clear his throat with a grimace and step in.

“Avni, meet my best friend.” He tells her your name, and recognition lights her eyes up.

“Oh! Of course! It’s nice to finally meet you! Wait, are you – are you two just friends and not…?”

Okay, now you’re pissed. And wanna hit Jimin. But you can’t do that on his birthday, so you pull on a fake smile and bat your lashes as you shake Avni’s hand. “Oh, no, we’re just friends. But, uh, I’d suggest not going after him regardless.” You lean closer to her, eyeing Jimin’s confused face with a smirk, and lower your voice, “He doesn’t date women, only fucks and chucks them.”

Avni’s jaw drops and Jimin slowly slides off his seat with the widest eyes you’ve ever seen him wear. Your smirk widens to match.

“So if you’re looking for a night full of wild, explosive sex and nothing more? He’s just your guy.”

“O~kay, that’s my cue to go say hi to Tara!” Jimin jumps a foot away from you two, shuffling away before Avni has had a chance to respond.

Barely stifling your laugh, you wave at his hastily retreating back.

Avni still looks a little lost. “What was that about?”

A snort escapes you at her confusion. “Ah, just a joke, sorry about that. It’s just that everyone at his office apparently thinks we’re together when we’re not. Just wanted to fluster him.”

“Oh, I see. You’re not a couple.”

You blink. What was with that emphasis? “I’m sorry… What do you see, exactly?”

She waves a hand. “I mean, I get it. It’s no one’s business whether you’re just fooling around, or whatever. Your labels are your private matter. I apologize for prying.”

Exhaling, you down the remainder of the drink and close your eyes. “I don't know how else to say this, Avni, but we’re not fooling around. Jimin and I are just friends. Platonic ones. We don’t like each other romantically. Or sexually.”

“Really?” Avni gives you a look of disbelief, which feels kinda offensive, to be honest.

You squint at her. “Yes.”

“Sure. I don’t get it, but sure.” She shrugs her shoulders and goes back to sipping at her pina colada.

But you’re left gaping at the woman because what is up with her reactions of disbelief? “What does that mean?”

Rolling her eyes, she gives you a little smirk with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, what's the point of having a best friend as sexy as him if you don't even get off to his face? Not sexually attracted to that piece of ass? Yeah, right.”

Woah, what?

Woah… woah. And now there’s a slideshow of HD pictures of Jimin’s lips in your head. Attached to your body. The thought of him kissing your bare shoulder is sending tingles down your back, what the hell?

Are you sexually attracted to him?

Sure, his flirting flusters you sometimes but that's just objective, right? Right? It has to be. You’d never actually want Jimin, even physically, for Jimin. That’s right. You could appreciate particulars because he’s a good looking guy, but he is your best friend and you would never ever want him for that reason.

No matter how many shivers the mental slideshow continues to send down your spine, and oh—he wears rings doesn't he? And his hands must have veins because he gyms like a freak, right? Interesting.

“You’re thinking about him naked, aren't you?"

“No!” you yelp your way out of your thoughts, deeply disturbed by how quickly they escalated. And also kinda spooked by Avni’s spot-on deduction. “I’m – I’m thinking that I don’t like him sexually, Avni.”

"It's okay, hun. It's perfectly normal to fantasize. Whether you act upon it or not is completely up to you, but all that you think about? No one has to know." Avni looks at you with a very knowing smile, pats your shoulder, and steps away from the bar.

Even as she has disappeared from your sight, lost in the crowd of partying people, her words stick with you. It's definitely not okay or perfectly normal to fantasize about a person you call a friend. It's deception and a breach of their trust in you. It's dishonesty.

Isn't it?

Damn, and now you're second guessing yourself? Just who the hell is this Avni woman for her words to affect you so much? A motivational speaker? A witch?

You can’t let her get to your head.

No. This isn't you and this isn't the kind of friendship you have with Jimin. He's not just a friend of yours, he's your best friend. The bond you share isn't dispensable. The friendship you share isn't something you want to experiment upon.

But then again, Avni did say no one has to know what you think about—

Okay, enough! You shake your head to physically knock the inappropriate pictures out of it, and scowl to yourself in disappointment.

You know what you're thinking about even if no one else does, and you know why it is wrong. Jimin trusts you. He is honest, open and vulnerable with you because he knows you’re his well-wisher, first and foremost. And you will always honor that.

Nevermind the fact this reminds you a bit too much of the beginning of middle school when you barely knew Jimin and had this huge crush on him. That was when you thought up scenarios of kissing him and got butterflies in your stomach about it. No sane twenty-seven year old wants to feel like their thirteen year old self. You need to get a fucking grip on this.

Exhaling, you’re contemplating asking for a refill, when you make a scan of the people near you, and – shit, Min Yoongi is headed this way.

All other thoughts are wiped right off your head as the need to disappear mounts up. This is the only guy in the entire world that terrifies you. More than your dad does, more than your ex ever could. And though he looks like he hasn’t seen you yet, he is heading straight towards the bar which means he’s gonna see you, any minute now.

Quickly vacating your stool, you hurriedly walk away, shooting off into a random direction to mix up in the crowd of people and allow their drunken, dancing bodies to guide you to another end of the room.

When you finally exit the sea of human bodies with a sigh of relief, you look around to find yourself at the mouth of a prettily decorated hallway. Is this the one that leads to your favorite bathroom in Jimin’s entire house, the one with the clawfoot tub? Yeah, it is! It looks so different with all the fairy lights. Really majestic, too. You're gonna ask Jimin to keep it this way.

Walking down the few steps to the bathroom's door, you shrug off the last remaining inappropriate thoughts about Jimin from your head and, deciding upon washing your face, push open the door—

"Fuck, baby, just like that…"

—only to walk in on a naked, male ass bent over the gorgeous ceramic of your beloved clawfoot. While some girl, seated in the bathtub for some ungodly reason, is sucking his soul out of his dick. Who the heck is getting head in your precious bathtub?

Wait…

The shirt on the guy’s back is so dark red, it looks almost black. It’s gorgeous, it compliments the guy’s skin, it fits him like a dream. It’s perfect. It’s also the shirt you helped your best friend buy today.

“What the fuck? Jimin!” you shriek, slapping a hand over your eyes and turning on your heels.

A loud yelp and a feminine gasp echo around the space, after which Jimin yells out your name. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“No – no, what the hell are you doing here?” you complain to him in a louder yell.

Some shuffling and whispers later, a girl scrambles past you. Then a hand grips onto your forearm to spin you around. Jimin’s angry face is looming over yours, cheeks tomato red and hair a mess. If you could be objective about his looks without wanting to pummel him to death, right now, you would say he looks really good. But you’re not.

Because how dare he flash his naked ass to you when you were going through your very bizarre crisis with all these indecent thoughts about his hands and lips? What if you start to think about his ass, too?

“Why didn’t you just leave?” he hisses at you, eyes narrowed and body so close to yours, his citrusy fragrance saturates your lungs.

“Because you thrive on being an exhibitionist, you whore.” You scowl at him, leaning away and crossing your arms against your chest to avoid inhaling more of the citrus that is making your head spin. “This huge of a house and you had to get it on in the one bathroom that I love?”

“Hey, this is my house and it’s my birthday. And this area was off-limits for the party people.”

Was it? You have no idea because you’re not party people; ‘co-host’ describes you better. “You’re still a whore.”

“What?”

“Yes! I specifically asked you to ensure I don’t stumble upon your naked ass, didn’t I? Seriously, the disrespect, Min?”

Jimin rolls his eyes and rakes a hand through his hair, which – woah, he wears a ring in each finger, then. Okay, no, your mind needs to chill the fuck down, because this is getting crazily out of hand.

“I didn't know someone would come running in here! I left you peacefully drinking at the bar, how was I to know…hey, speaking of – what the fuck was that with Avni?”

Grimacing, you hold both your hands up in a placating gesture. “One mess at a time, Min.”

“You know what?” He grunts and pushes you against the wall with a hand on your shoulder. “Sometimes you annoy me so much, I wanna physically shut you up…”

What – the holy hell?

His lips are in front of your face, parted and wet, and his gaze is so fucking dark, you cannot tell his pupils apart from his irises. And he has a hand resting next to your face, forearm and ringed fingers lewdly on display. All of that accompanied with the cologne you are inhaling with every ragged breath? A throb begins to build up between your legs.

And yet you manage to whisper, “Fantasize about fucking my throat often, Park?”

He freezes, eyes slightly widened and brows slightly lifted, but his gaze falls straight to your lips. Wait… is he fantasizing about it now?

With that, all the images you'd worked hard to burn off your brain are back with vengeance. Fuck, and now you also know how he moans during a blowjob?

Fuck fuck fuck, you’re about to ruin your friendship with him forever if you don’t reel this in.

Why couldn’t he have just taken the damn girl up to his bedroom?!

“Or slitting it…?” you add in a conspiratorial whisper, doing your best to wiggle your eyebrows and pull up the cheekiest grin you can muster, even if you secretly struggle with regulating your breathing.

Jimin’s rounded eyes snap up to meet yours, and then fill up with humor. He pulls his lips together in a line, eyebrows furrowed in faux anger. “How about the former… followed by the latter?”

And just like that, everything is back to normal and you’re slapping him away from you. “I won’t even put necrophilia past you, you demented horny mess…”

“What? I take offense to that!” He is laughing, though, facing the mirror to adjust his hair. “While we’re on it, let’s not forget about the hidden voyeur in you.”

“Yeah, because voyeurism is the same as necrophilia.” When he raises an alarmed eyebrow at you in the mirror, you roll your eyes. “Not that I intended to watch you! It was an honest mistake. I didn’t know you’d be in here. Or that you’d be naked with the door unlocked.” You give an incredulous laugh. “What in the name of exhibitionism was that about, Min?”

“I was in a hurry, she was unbuttoning me in the hallway!” He scrunches his nose for a moment before narrowing his eyes at you. “But you could have silently left?”

“I saw your butt, my corneas were incinerated. I couldn’t let you orgasm in peace after that, could I?”

A snort escapes him, and you join him in the laughter.

This is good. This is normal. This is what the two of you are about – no matter how tense or uncomfortable things get for you, you both always revert back to being two idiots that care about each other. Because you are friends. The best of friends who have no romantic or sexual attraction between them, but would still die for one another. You’re homies. Bros. For life.

When Jimin is done adjusting his hair and you have actually washed your face and touched up some of your makeup, he drapes a hand over your shoulders and walks out. Classic homie behavior, right?

You look up at his grinning face and sigh. “Sorry about the girl, by the way. You think she’ll come back if you call her?”

“Improbable,” Jimin gives a snort, but then he shrugs. “But someone else will. I’m a catch, babe. Don’t worry about me.”

He gives your shoulder a squeeze – and as you feel the metal of his rings press innocently into your skin, you realize it’s not him you’re worried about.

A pair of lips is traveling up your thighs, hot against your cold skin, lighting a fire up that burns in the depths of your stomach.

You've never felt these lips before, but you know them – they are Jimin’s.

The cloud-like softness and plush plumpness could belong to no one but your best friend's God given cupid's bow. You've spent fifteen years looking at them, sometimes to concentrate on his words, sometimes because they had a milkshake mustache above them, sometimes because they looked suspiciously kiss-swollen, and sometimes just…because you wanted to.

Which is why even though you've never felt them before, you know them. You know how they would feel.

This is exactly how you imagined they would feel.

Your best friend is kissing his way up your thighs, and it's the best feeling in the world.

Your eyelids slowly part to peer down at the guy, a hand reaching out towards his head to grip onto his tuft of golden, overgrown hair.

“Jimin?” you whisper.

“Hm?” comes a murmur back, making you shiver.

“Please…”

He wordlessly moves his mouth to the center of your thighs. Parting your legs, with his warm fingers adorned with cold rings, he runs his tongue up and down your opening twice, before latching onto your bundle of nerves. Your hands tug at his hair, back arching off the bed, and a broken whine escapes you.

“You like that?” he speaks into your pussy, dirty promises in his voice.

“Yes,” you whimper, widening your legs and pushing his face further into you. “More…”

“Mm hm,” he murmurs, now pushing two of his fingers into you and fuck, that feels so fucking good, you’re gonna explode. “Are you close, sweetums?”

The pet name stuns you for a moment, but you recover quickly and moan out a yes, unwilling to let the momentum of your build-up drop.

“I’ll let you come if you promise me one teeny, tiny thing…”

Why is he talking like that? You never pegged Jimin for someone that would struggle with dirty talk.

Your peak has been disturbed again, but you indulge him with a, “Anything, baby…”

“Anything?”

“Yeah…”

And then he lifts his head up to flash a wide, toothy grin at you from between your legs. His mouth is coated in your juices, eyes are dark, cheeks are rosy, but that smile? Is kinda creeping you out. You hesitantly swallow.

“Uh, Jimin, what—”

“Go out with Yoongi!”

What? “No!”

“Yes! I literally only agreed to do this with you to convince you to go out with him!” He’s pouting now, sitting between your legs shirtless, with his hands crossed.

What the fuck is going on…?

“What am I gonna tell him now?”

“He knows you’re here?”

“He’s right outside!” Jimin’s eyes sparkle as he looks towards the door to the bedroom, and before you can stop him, he yells out, “Come in here, Yoongs!”

You shake your head vigorously, but can’t formulate any words. Something is lodged in your throat, and you keep mouthing the word no, but it just doesn’t fucking come out, no matter how much you repeat it –

No! No!

NO!

“Nooo~!”

You sit up in bed, ready to cover yourself up with a pillow, but – find yourself to be alone.

Where is Jimin? Are you… clothed? You’re still dripping wet, thought, but—

Hey, you remember going to bed alone. You’d gathered your bag from your car, grabbed some dinner, and slipped into this guest room that you have claimed as yours in Jimin’s house ever since he moved in. The last you saw of the guy was in the living room, sandwiched between two girls and somehow humping them both.

He never visited your room.

Does that mean you were having… a dream?

That was a fucking dream?

Jimin went down on you and then tried to convince you to date Yoongi in the middle of it? He called you sweetums? And used words like ‘teeny-tiny’?

What the fuck is wrong with your brain?

You collapse back onto the soft mattress of Jimin’s spare bedroom – that has basically been turned into your second address over the months – and cover your face with both your hands. You’ve got a presentation to give tomorrow morning and this is what your subconscious mind is thinking about?

The next meeting with your therapist is gonna be wild.

After the kind of evening and night you have had, the morning feels anticlimactic when your alarm shrills in your ear at six am. You barely got four hours of sleep and that too was riddled with dreams that you’d rather not try to recall.

You enter the kitchen, still in your pajamas, to find Jimin dressed in a formal shirt and pants, reading something on his tablet with a cup of coffee in his other hand. This feels so shockingly normal. Mundane, even.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Jimin laughs at your state, holding a fist out for you. “You look minutes away from death. Sleepless night?"

To say the least. “Morning,” you mumble in response, rubbing at an eye, and lazily drag your feet up to the guy to bump your fist against his.

"I left some coffee in the pot for you," he tells you with a smile.

He’s literally the best best friend in the world. You flash a dopey smile back at him, nodding in gratitude as you begin to move your feet again – but then your gaze really catches your best friend’s appearance. And decides to stay there for a while.

The white shirt Jimin has on is folded up to his elbows, and damn, his forearms have veins too? You never noticed before. His hair is styled away from his forehead, giving him a clean look that you can’t stop staring at. Has he always looked this good with his forehead on display? Has he always worn these hoops in his ears? You’re pretty sure he has. To both of those.

And yet you cannot stop looking at him in maniacal fascination, because scenes from that dumb fucking dream you had last night keep popping up in your head, uninvited. Ugh.

Jimin eventually notices your unhinged staring, glancing down at himself and then back up at you with a wary gaze. “Um, what?”

“What?”

“What’s with that look?” He puts his tablet aside. “You okay? Did I do something?”

You rest your chin on a palm and frown at him. “Kinda. I had a wet dream about you last night.”

Jimin spits coffee out his mouth and nostrils, sending the liquid spraying across the table. “What the—what?"

"I dreamt about you. It was sexual and—"

"You ever think – you ever think we need some filters between us?" His voice comes out high pitched. "What the hell, dude?"

“Unconditional friendships come with unfiltered confessions, shut the fuck up,” you murmur and finally move to pour yourself some coffee.

When you return to your seat across the breakfast table from him, Jimin is still staring at you, almost unblinkingly. You look at your mug and take a sip of the delicious brew, humming in satisfaction when the liquid immediately starts to supply the tired veins of your brain with some much needed energy. Which also makes you recall that Jimin’s hair was blonde in your dream. Damn. You haven’t seen him with that hair in so long.

This is when the said guy clears his throat. You look up to find him squinting at you, and narrow your eyes back at him. “What?”

“Did we have sex?”

Your face scrunches up in a scowl. “Why do you wanna know?”

“It’s my body, I wanna know what you imagined!” he states with his eyes widened and brows curved.

You groan at his words, shutting your eyes to shake your head. “Firstly, I didn’t imagine you naked, it was a dream. And secondly, I don’t even have to imagine because I already know what you look like, dude. You’ve given me a full-frontal numerous times in the past.”

Jimin gapes at your words. “Hey, the last time that happened was at least five years ago, when we all went skinny dipping. And everyone was high as a kite, I’m sure you remember nothing about my body!”

Drawing another sip from the warm drink, you blink at him. “What is your point?”

“Well, I–I’ve built way better thigh muscles and more pronounced abs, recently.” He frowns at his leg, knocking at the muscle near his knee. Then he looks up and grins at you. “Oh, and I also have an Adonis belt now!”

He looks so proud of himself for that, it’s as endearing as it is funny. You nod with a hum. “You’ve always had the Adonis belt, though.”

“Yeah, well, it’s more defined now.”

Your mug pauses near your mouth. Why the hell is he trying to endorse his muscles to you? As tempting as the mental imagery is, you put a firm lock on it and instead tilt your head at your best friend. “Jimin. Do you want me to see you naked?”

Removing his hands from his abdomen, he stares at you, wide-eyed, looking horrified. “What? No! What—”

“Then what the hell is this conversation? Why’re you bragging about your body to me when I just told you I had a wet dream about you?”

“I…” He trails off with a frown, looking into space. Then he nods at you with a grimace, one hand raised up in surrender. “I see your point.”

You shake your head with a snort, draining the rest of the mug. The clock on Jimin’s fridge tells you it’s twelve past seven. You step off the chair with a sigh. “Hey, I gotta get ready soon. You’ll drop me off?”

Jimin breaks out of his thoughts and looks at the clock above his shoulder. “If we leave in the next eighteen minutes.”

Nodding, you rush out of the kitchen. “I only need fifteen!”

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