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cheezbites · 9 months

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Chris McLean As Your Ex Pt.2

Part One

✎: My first time writing smut... I’m a proud smut-writing-virgin!!😭🙏

♡Summary: Chris being a man-whore, and Y/N meets the campers. (Ex!Chris x f!reader)

WARNINGS: Language, smut, minors skedaddle!!!, overstimulation. (???)

➽Tag List: (Thank y’all for the sweet comments, they motivated me a lot through this whole thing!!!) @11aplacesange11 @prayersgems @marsyay78 @blobthejellyfish @lemonsarentlemons

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The silence that filled the air wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, despite the enigmatic history between you and Chris.

“Care to grab me a towel?” you asked with a sense of sarcasm visible in your tone. When you looked at Chris he was already staring. But not in a sexual way - (despite your soaked pyjamas being translucent and exposing your bare figure). And not in a spiteful way, either.

He didn’t answer for a while, as if he was possessed by you.

“Oh, I uh- yeah,” he walked out of the room in hopes of finding Chef to fetch a spare towel for you. As you stood up from the bathtub, water trickled down your frigid body. You dried your hair by squeezing it tightly in your grasp and twisting it.

This whole situation was absurd, hosting with your ex, having a panic attack and the rumours online. Most importantly; you got your cutest pyjamas soaked, bummer.

You plopped yourself up on the counter and aimlessly kicked your feet - when he re-entered the room, his demeanour was distant this time around.

“Chef’s not here, he’s making the campers breakfast.”

“Here,” he murmured, handing you a fresh towel, but not even making eye contact with you in the process.

“Thanks,” you said, drying yourself off. You then realised the way he was fleeing from even momentarily sparing you a glance. It all began to make sense now, you were technically naked.

“It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before.” You chuckled, mildly nestling his face and turning it so he could look at you.

“I shouldn't be here…”

“Why, do I make you nervous?” You swiftly and delicately dried your hair, completely unaware of the effect your question had on him. You made him more than nervous, you made Chris McLean a total wreck. He felt uneasy and apprehensive at the mention of your name, or just by thinking about you. But seeing you in real life, living and breathing and all - it took every cell in his body to not fumble his words and tremble uncontrollably.

His palms began to sweat and he ran a hand through this dark, messy hair. Amidst searching for the perfect answer that would best resonate his cocky know-it-all personality.

“Let me tell tell you something, Chris.”

“Uh- sure thing.”

“You know…” you settled your towel on the counter, giving him your full attention.

“The fans think my show’s latest episodes are being faked now, y’know, the fights and all. They think that so I can hype up my expected appearance for TDI.”

“Yeah, I understand.” he placed his hands next to your thighs, on the edge of the countertop where you were sat. “It’s stupid, but they will come to their senses. I promise. You’d never stage your content, they would know.”

Whilst he had you pinned between his arms, something else was holding you down: the way he was looking at you. His eyes, which were once a source of irritation, now radiated an infatuation that left you breathless. It was as if he was seeing you for the first time, your heartbeat accelerated when you realized that maybe, just maybe, the flame of your old love still flickered, waiting to be reignited.

“Stop…” you muttered, still unable to take your eyes off of him.

“What?”

“You know what you’re doing, Chris.”

“Hm?” he cocked his head to the side in the slightest.

… 

“Shut up and kiss me,” you leaned in without a second thought - you saw this coming from a mile away. The way he was there for you only once and gave you one ‘look’, then you’re already whipped.

“Don’t you hate me?” he questioned in the midst of kissing you.

“I know.”

He carried you to your bedroom, causing your arms to wrap around his neck for leisure. As you straddled him on your bed whilst his hands were placed on your hips. You gave him tender hickeys on his neck, and he lowly grunted in response to the pleasuring sensation whilst he stroked your hair.

“Make sure to cover them before filming.”

You tugged your pyjama shorts and underwear off then reflexively grinded on his boner. As your body arched into his lap, his hands were around your hips closely pulling you in. You were already so unbelievably wet for him, fortunately it could be disguised as remaining water from the bathtub.

“Please Y/N… ‘need to feel you,”

“You don’t deserve me yet, Chris.”

“Please, baby- please...” You couldn’t help feeling bad seeing him like this, being so desperate and needy from how pussy deprived he was. You had him begging for you - to be fair, you were getting a rise out of this. He was so hard it began hurting him.

A beam of thrill and gratification was visible in his eyes when you unbuckled his belt and pulled his boxers down, his dick practically sprung into the air and precum was trickling down his tip. You sank onto his cock and adjusted to the mild pain by rocking your hips back and forth.

As you rode him, low grunts and whimpers flew past his lips. He moderately bucked up his hips so you could take more of him.

“Fuck,” he erratically babbled obscenities and curses under his breath as he softly fondled your curls.

“Chris, ‘m close,” you grunted, digging your nails into his shirt. He used his hands to guide and support you as your legs progressively gave out. Without warning, his slick filled you to the brim and spewed extensively. It covered your abdomen, top and bed sheets.

After a few more thrusts, your world flashed before your eyes. Your cum pooled around his inner thigh, you felt your heartbeat pleasurably throbbing in your clit and your breathing was hot and heavy. But he wasn’t done with you yet, he wanted to make a mess out of you. His favourite part about the aftermath of fucking the sense out of you was the way you looked.

Your hair would be messy, partly obscuring your face, while streaks of mascara smudged your puffy eyelids, and you’d have slightly bloodshot teary eyes. Which is what you currently look like.

He cautiously repositioned you to the centre of the bed and manhandled you into doggy-style position. Upon feeling lightheaded, you were willing to be obedient. Your back was arched and your ass was in the air for him, you used your trembling arms to support your upper body.

His already soaked penis slid up and down your throbbing cunt - teasingly rubbing circles onto your clit. He repeated this motion a few more times, and without warning he thrusts into you, inciting a startled whine to escape your lips.

He shoved his dick deeper and deeper inside of you with every thrust. One of your hands was covering your mouth in an attempt to silence your audible moans and the other was digging your nails into the bedsheets for dear life.

“Ch-Chris, ‘can’t take...it,” you sobbed, unobtainably moving your other hand from your mouth to the bed. Sinking your nails into the soft fabric.

“You’re taking me so well, baby…”

His randy words triggered you to clench around his cock, eliciting a groan from him.

Your eyes twitched and rolled back from the overstimulation, When you think he’s about to stop he keeps going; yet more passionately and intensified.

He mercilessly rammed his dick into you and clutched onto your hips so he could manoeuvre you freely and ensure you don't fall.

A stream of tears ran down your eye, you couldn't take the constant pounding. You couldn't do anything else but brainlessly sputter whatever came to mind. Fortunately, no one else was there. If they had been, all they would have heard were your muffled cries, moans and whines.

“Please,” you pleaded through tearful eyes and a quivering voice, unsure what you were begging for. As you clasped onto the cum stained cloth below you.

“Ngh- Ch—..ris!”

He applied pressure onto your clit and rubbed continuous circles with his thumb, your knees felt wobbly - akin to a jelly consistency, and your arms went numb and they gave in, granting Chris easy access as your arch had increased tenfold.

“Baby, baby… ’m close,” you blurted, burying your head into your pillow.

The speed of the pounding leisurely died down,“Fuck,” Chris groaned as he released his load into you, heavily breathing and briefly staying put before pulling out.

Soon you followed, It felt like an otherworldly experience coming twice in such a short span of time. Your entire body felt excruciatingly numb, but at the same time; the sensation was vaguely rewarding.

You collapsed onto your bed face-flat, still drowsily breathing. Chris tugged your hair so he could look at your face and everything was unkept: from your messy hair to your tearful eyes. Just what he liked. He buckled up his jeans and abruptly left the room.

He fetched an oversized t-shirt and dressed you in it. As well as a soft and comfortable blanket for both of you. Draping it over your body, you couldn't help but smile as you snuggled up next to him on, the warmth of the blanket enveloping you both.

With an officious yet endearing tone, Chris asked, "Do you need anything else, love? Water, a snack, a pillow... anything?"

You held his hand that was placed on your waist, feeling content. "I'm okay, Chris. Just having you here is enough."

He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. "Alright, if you change your mind, just let me know."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the comfort of the moment, knowing that even in the midst of your arguments and conflicts, there were these precious, sweet moments that made you appreciate each other's company.

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“Up close she looks even better… she’s so pulchritudinous.”

“Shut the fuck up, Harold. Nobody even knows what that means!”

“OMG, that's the girl on that one show that goes like, “Getting up close and personal with the icons!” and she's like suuuper famous!”

“How did Chris bag Y/N L/N? He’s a 4 on a good day.”

“Campers, settle down!!!” Chef yelled, silencing their overlapping chatter.

You warmly smiled at the campers, standing next to Chris on his podium. They were all situated around logs surrounding a toasty campfire. A majority of them were too busy ogling you in shock and astonishment, the rest were still in denial.

“Hello campers!” you greeted, a striking confidence was distinguishable in your voice.

“As most of you know already, my name is Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you guys! I‘ve noticed some of you are big fans of my show, ‘Icons Unveiled’. Or you may know me from hosting previously, but for the next few weeks, I will be hosting Total Drama Island along with the great, famous Chris McLean!”

As you gave your speech, you had an unquestionable authority. They all patiently waited for you to finish speaking before they interjected with their own comments, you were humble at the same time. Two of the campers even broke down crying, one was a tall blonde with blue eyes and brown thigh-high heels, the other being a short brunette with pink leggings and a green shirt garnished with scouting badges.

“Is this a dream? Someone pinch me.”

“Okay, I hate Chris so much but her being here makes this SO much more better.”

“I can't breathe right now I’m about to die I think?! I’m starting to hear colours.”

Through all the ear-splitting reactions, a malicious set of eyes was set on you. Relentlessly shooting envious looks in your direction - a scrutiny that hoped looks could kill, and wishing you dead from simply glaring at you.

“That’s a really fun idea.” A silvery voice interjected, scowling her face at both you and Chris. You raised an eyebrow, bewildered at the sudden hostility.

“You’re going to be an outstanding hostess, right? Cue the applause, everybody.” The redundant remarks made everyone’s head turn to gape at her. She had straight blonde hair and striking blue eyes, she folded her arms over her tight red dress and crossed her legs, highlighting her crimson heels.

“Blainley, cut it out.” Chris enunciated, impatience lacing his words.

“I’m glad you can even remember my fucking name, so what? You just abandon as this season’s hostess for Y/N?! Fucking Y/N L/N? What does she have that I don't?”

“Uh, hope I'm not interrupting. But who is Bethany? I was never informed about a Betahny hosting, too…” You purposely fumbled her name to further enrage her and see how far you could escalate this situation, just for the hell of it.

“Is it 'cause she’s prettier, more famous? Or is she a better fuck than me?!”

The campers froze with their jaws resembling an ‘O’ shape, and then they raucously chattered about what was unfolding, but her final comment ticked you off. Who does this bitch think she is? You could tell she had no shame publicly announcing her ‘sex life’ on national TV and causing an unnecessary one-sided fight. But you ensured you would have fun toying with and antagonizing her.

“I never will or have fucked you, you’re mentally ill. Just sit down and behave. You’re a con-tes-tant now, know your lane.” Chris retorted curtly, agitatedly drumming his fingers on the podium’s surface.

“Go to hell, Chris. And you,” she aggressively pointed an accusing finger in your direction.

“You can join him in hell, slut.” she stormed off from the campfire, flipping the cameras off. She left everyone else feeling shocked, alarmed and astounded by the scene she put up.

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A/N: This part was kinda short, MY DEAREST APOLOGIES FR. I wanted to do a double chapter but this was marinating in my drafts for too long, and I could NAWT decide what to do for part 3. So as soon as I do I’ll get to writing it ASAP😔🤞. Next part will be a juicy double chapter I promise

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dozing-marshmallow · 10 months

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BAKING WITH TOTAL DRAMA CHARACTERS SCENARIOS

(Photos aren’t mine by the way!)

BAKING WITH LINDSAY

(AS A BIRTHDAY SURPRISE)

You were surprised when she told you she didn’t have a mani-pedi appointment today. As if the day couldn’t be more convenient.

In Lindsay’s world, there was no such thing as baking unless it was done for her. And she was no expert in cooking either, which is why she was hesitant to bake.

“I don’t get it... Why am I putting four eggs in when five is my lucky number?”

Yep. As long as she was in the kitchen you could not let your guard down.

“What are you saying? What’s with all this flour? And this butter? Is that supposed to help me remember it?”

Alright, you both definitely didn’t have the same image in mind,“Remember what, Lindsay? We’re baking.”

“Ohh bake!” See? “I thought you meant pake, you know like password authenticated blah blah... Oh I’m soooo happy that wasn’t the case, you really aren’t complicated in that way, (Y/M)!”

She still messes your name up sometimes. But on the bright side, her motivation and inner child was found.

She loved pouring the sprinkles into the batter and tried her best to not break any when mixing.

You strictly put yourself in charge of dividing the batter evenly between each tin and swapping them around fifteen minutes within oven baking.

In the meantime, Lindsay managed to get started on the icing- not without constant confirmation that she was doing it right. Seems like she learnt a lot already.

All was looking well, until you noticed something out of place in the bowl. Feeling icky, you carefully extract it,”Lindsay... Is this your hair?”

“Oops...”

You fixed her hair into various styles until the timer went off.

She was gasping in amazement to how solid and fragrant they came out, asking if she could just eat them like that, and you don’t blame her.

Fast forward to icing the layer in between the combined cake and it as a whole, you were about done preparing the piping bag from a separate bowl of icing when she suddenly pleaded to do it.

Anxious, you handed it over to her. Your worry about any mistake she could make was short lived when remembering that even if it did come out slobbery, you know that her intentions were pure and it’s not like anyone else was going to eat the cake anyway. Until watching her actually pipe made you realise she was no amateur:

She was way better at it than you expected.

Seriously, her flowering and swirls were so high in symmetry, it was practically perfect!

“Duhhh! I do makeup! Hair and makeup! I’m like basically holding a curler, ooo I wonder if I could use this bag to style my hair instead? This has to be Victoria’s Secret to smelling so good!”

Logic never went well with Lindsay’s talents. And that was fine with you.

“Taa-da!” She cheers out,”Ohh it’s so pretty... I almost don’t wanna eat it!”

You congratulated Lindsay for her fruitful efforts and asked if she knew why you wanted to bake a cake with her specifically on that day.

“Because you like like me?” Her response after her time of self complimenting over the finish product was done.

“Yes, and also...” This is it.

You grabbed your 1 candle and 7 candle, placing them next to each other on top of the cake.

She watched as you lit them up in seconds, and without warning, the occasion hit her.

“Ohh right! Now I know why my Facebook’s blowing up like crazy today! It’s today!” As though the piped cursive writing of her name on top of the cake didn’t tell her too, but when she started clapping her hands together with that big smile on her shiny lips, it made up for it,”Yaaay! Seventy one today! Can’t believe how long it’s been since I first picked up a magazine. And was born, can’t forget about that, duh. Uh oh. Does that mean I’ll get frail and wrinkles now? Aww I don’t wanna give up tanning! Not yet!”

“You don’t need to worry about that for now, Lindsay, because it actually says seventeen. You’re seventeen today, and for another three hundred and sixty five days. Happy birthday, baby.” ⟡

BAKING WITH GWEN

(HELPING HER OUT)

“A pie, huh? Which flavour you thinking, apple, blueber-“

“Blackcurrant. We’ll be making a blackcurrant pie... that okay with you?”

When Gwen told you that her clique were hosting a get together party, you were almost as enthusiastic as she was.

But...

Because this was Gwen’s first time going to a party, she never thought she would have to worry about oven temperatures and accurate measurements up until now where the group agreed to whip up something individually that everyone could all share and eat.

That’s why she came to you with this dilemma! Her one and only.

Definitely not so she could simultaneously spend time with you.

You believed the thought process behind her choice of baking a blackcurrant pie was genius: the lattice crust on top could mimic a spiderweb and the colour behind itself was the real thing that appealed to the goth eye.

At the start, Gwen was nervous. She never did this kind of stuff before and didn’t want to screw it up, especially if her friends were going to eat it.

That’s why you suggested: I’ll make the crust, you can make the blackcurrant filling.

Oh how she loved crushing the blackcurrants,“Just imagining it’s Heather’s head right now.” She said with a smile.

Isn’t she so cute!

After pouring the sauce in the base, Gwen’s ambition really skyrocketed- you couldn’t deny how happy you felt when she insisted on making the perpendicular crust for the top, and that was just one example.

Even with all the red on her hands, she really was an artist.

“This is fun! It’s really like painting! Only with dough and fruit.”

Now, all the pie needed was no more than thirty minutes in the oven. To pass the time, you guys decided to do some drawing in her bedroom.

And it came out beautifully! The crust was golden brown and the blackcurrant juices were steaming with sweet flavour. Delicious... You can tell by Gwen’s eyes that she can’t wait to sink her teeth into a slice of it.

But her craving was quickly replaced by annoyance, upon realising how messy the countertop and floor was.

You cheekily remind her that she could’ve just bought something and passed it off as hers if she didn’t want to go through the trouble of cleaning everything up.

“Y-You think I would do something like that just so I wouldn’t need to clean? Jeez, I’m not that bad! I couldn’t handle the dreading guilt of doing that to them. Besides, I made it with you. That alone already tops off any other pie I could have bought instead.” <3

BAKING WITH ALEJANDRO

(IN CELEBRATION OF A SPANISH FESTIVITY)

“It would be an utmost honour, mi tesoro.”

In light of his Spanish roots, you were going to be baking “Pan de Cea” which was some kind of bread that’s traditionally made in favour of this summer festival called “festa de exaltación”.

You couldn’t wait! However, because you weren’t so familiar with bread baking, you were naturally amazed by Alejandro having known the entire recipe off by heart.

“No need to be ashamed. Unlike my love for you, this recipe will be very easy for you to understand.”

And what would be a day with Alejandro without his charming lines?

You loved and hated the warm effect they had on you, even more so when they escalated to a physical level.

He loves to stand right behind you, with his hand being on yours when you were mixing the yeast, the flour, the salt, the olive oil together...

He’d pour the water so majestically into the bowl and took over when your arm got tired of stirring.

After the dough was hard, he claimed that you’d have to leave it in the bowl under plastic wrap for a day,“I know I’d feel safe if you stayed here all day with this dough, your beauty is the perfect thing to maintain a high temperature.”

Pretending you weren’t flustered, he laughed and invited you to get churros with him to make up for the spare time- it was only fitting.

Timeskip to the next day where the dough was hard, just how it needed to be on the parchment paper. Two minutes of watching Alejandro rub the dough in olive oil felt like two hours with the frequent looks he shoots at you.

Once he’s done, he pampers you by also literally massaging you during the hour needed for the bread to rise. Guess he thought you got jealous of it.

Jealous was a stretch, but you didn’t think you’d groan when it was time to take the loaf out. At least it smelt as pleasant as it looked.

As you were about take a piece, Alejandro stopped your hand with his to take it for you instead. This was nothing out of the ordinary, Alejandro just enjoyed having the liberty to feed you like that.

“Delicious... You did so well...”

“Don’t hold yourself at such low standards, mi amor! We did very well. Words alone aren’t enough to describe how proud I am of you. Feliz festa de exaltación.”

“Happy exaltation party!”

For the first time in your relationship with him, he was the one caught off guard,”Did I say it in English before?”

¡Era canela fina! ///

BAKING WITH CHRIS

(JUST WANTING TO SPEND TIME WITH HIM)

Initially, he would accuse the activity something only for “peasants” to do so you quickly reminded him that it was an insensitive thing to say and it wasn’t always about material things; sometimes it’s just about wanting to spend time with him outside Total Drama.

Once he’s gotten over his pride, he joins you, on the condition that you made cookies- since, according to him, it requires the less mental strength.

This probably won’t be surprising, but he made you do most of the work (at first). Claimed that his hands would be “soiled” if he touched the “filthy” ingredients for too long.

In the beginning, he was mean spirited as Chris enjoys to be i.e pouring a handful of flour down your clothes, forcing your face down the sink with the tap on, general shoving.

You wouldn’t have minded if you could’ve also had a laugh whenever you tried to recite the treatment.

Yeah he would be seriously insulted if you tried even doing something as little as rubbing a chocolate chip against his cheek.

It wasn’t until you threw an egg at his head out of anger and watched the yolk oil down his hair where he took accountability that he went overboard. Sure, he was laughing while he did.

But his hair was ruined for the rest of the baking process so you were too.

Afterwards, there was less “joking” and more compassion. Somehow now that he temporarily moved past his sadist ways, Chris began to involve himself a lot more in the whisking and licking your finger and vice versa of leftover batter.

The rolling of dough into a collection of spheres was arguably the best part.

“Look Chris! I made one that looks just like you!” You held up a cookie circle, obvious that those two lines of dough were purposely added to be on top to mimic his hair.

“Oh? What a coincidence! I made one that looks just like you too!” He declared, revealing a sticky slob of dough in his hand right after he said that.

“Oi...” You smile helplessly,”That’s not a nice thing to say to your spouse.”

But hey, if he didn’t tease at all, was that really Chris?

Post setting them on the tray and into the oven, Chris immediately rushes to the shower, and by the time he’s done, you were on your fifth cookie.

He whined at you for not waiting for him, but you’re quick to hand the one you’re on to him.

He finishes it, not without reminding you that you were the only exception to treating him like a “regular” person. Which in his books, was a deadly sin.

Needless to say, he’s impressed; despite him letting on so little, you’ve been with this man long enough to know otherwise. You could only smirk when he makes dismissive claims that they would’ve came out better if it was just him making them as he took spontaneous sips of his glass of milk.

By the end, he’s really glad you had this time together. He won’t stop thinking about it for a while. Heck, he’s more excited about baking with you again than you are.

Even if he won’t admit it.

Yet. :)

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mercurygguk · 2 years

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tdi; one year · forever to go | jjk (m) – pt. 1

➵ summary; jungkook plans a getaway for your 1-year-anniversary and you couldn’t think of a better way to celebrate.

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

rating; 18+

word count; 4,326

content; established relationship au, smut/fluff

warnings; making out, fingering, hand job (for like two seconds), dirty talk, unprotected hot tub sex, cringey flirting

a/n; this is part 1 out of 2 of the anniversary drabble for our beloved tdi couple <3 i hope you enjoy this until i’ve finished the other part! i was too excited to share it so i decided to split it jdjdsk enjoy!!

ps. please don’t be a silent reader! feel free to tell me your thoughts on this drabble, like and reblog, shout in the tags or send me an ask, anything is greatly appreciated! thank you <3

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Mina [3:08 pm]: Hey, I convinced her to go home early. She’s on her way ;) Have fun, kids!

Jungkook lets out a nervous sigh, shaking his head at himself.

There is absolutely no reason to be nervous. It’s just you, his girlfriend of one year. He shouldn’t be nervous when it comes to you at this point. He’s been spending the greater part of his days with you throughout the past year, gotten to know you in all ways possible; your bad habits, your cute habits, your pet peeves, your soft spots and weaknesses, your strengths – everything.

He quickly sends Mina a reply, thanking her for her help ever since he started planning this surprise. He had reached out to her when you and his 1-year-anniversary got closer. He wasn’t sure you’d like what he had in mind so he thought, why not ask your best friend?

Mina had been thrilled by Jungkook’s idea, telling him it was the perfect way to celebrate a whole year of love, gushing about it for hours straight while Jungkook mapped out the itinerary of the surprise to her. Mina’s support and excitement had pushed him to plan it out to a full extent. All he needed from Mina was her help to pack a bag for you and get you home early because he knows that Fridays are the usual ‘working late’ days for you. He never understood why but didn’t ask too many questions. He simply accepted the fact that you enjoy the peace and calm of the office after everyone has left for the weekend.

Jungkook, on the other hand, has finally learned how to leave work early on Fridays – especially after he met you. Before he ‘only’ had Jihoon to get home to every other week but now he has you too. Two people waiting for him, two people waiting for his company, his presence, his attention. And in the end, he’d rather give it to the two of you rather than the stacks of paper at work.

Hopefully you’ll learn it one day too.

While waiting for your arrival, Jungkook dials up Minji. He can’t help but feel like he’s prioritizing you over his son, the feeling heavy in his chest as Minji picks up, the sound of Jihoon’s blabbering in the background.

“Hey, what’s up?” Minji greets him, sounding out of breath.

Jungkook’s eyebrows pull together on his forehead, “you okay?”

Minji chuckles on the other end, “oh, yeah, I’m fine. Just your son making me run to catch a pretty expensive vase before it fell to the floor.”

“Oh,” Jungkook huffs out a short laugh as she mentions Jihoon as Jungkook’s son only, “I hope he won’t cause you too much trouble this weekend. I’m really sorry–”

Jungkook genuinely felt bad when he dropped Jihoon off at Minji’s place last night. Mainly because it was his turn to have Jihoon for the weekend and he hasn’t missed a single weekend since he and Minji got divorced. But also because Minji deserves some time to herself – she is the mother after all. She has carried a way heavier load than Jungkook ever since Jihoon was born and having their shared son every other weekend is the bare minimum he can do for her. But here he is, forcing her to sacrifice her alone-time so he can spend a whole weekend with his girlfriend.

“Oh, please,” Minji scoffs, cutting him off, “you deserve a break, Jungkook. Give yourself some credit, will you? Besides, it’s your 1-year-anniversary! You have to celebrate. In fact, I’d be very disappointed if you didn’t.”

The hints of a smile spreads across Jungkook’s lips at her words. The unexpected support from his ex-wife is surprising to say the least but welcomed nevertheless. When he first started dating you, never in his wildest dreams would he have imagined Minji to be happy for him. And as if that isn’t enough, his relationship with you has affected his relationship with Minji too – it’s almost as if there was an invisible fog of tension, guilt, and blame hanging above him and his ex but it has vanished over time ever since you came into his life.

Must be your positive aura.

“Thank you, Minji,” he tells her, expressing his genuine gratitude through the speaker. “For… well, everything, I guess.”

“____ really made you soft, you know?” She teases, causing Jungkook to let out a slightly embarrassed laugh. “But you’re welcome. Now, go pack your bag if you haven’t already. I believe your girlfriend is right around the corner, no?”

Jungkook smirks, “yeah, she is. Thank you again. I’ll let you know when we’re on our way back. Tell Jihoon I said hi.”

With that, he hangs up just as the sound of his front door opening reaches his ears. A rush of excitement runs through his entire body when he hears your voice, calling his name. Less than a minute later, you come into view, eyes wide and filled with concern as you rush towards him.

“Hey, you okay?” You greet him, seeming rather distracted by your concern to reciprocate the short kiss Jungkook places on your lips. “Mina said something about an emergency, so I rushed out of there, probably ran a red light too, I don’t know–”

Jungkook can’t help but laugh at your rambling, eyes taking in your slightly frazzled appearance. It isn’t until his laughter reaches your ears you realize that he’s fine, not a scratch in sight. Jungkook is smirking at you in amusement when realization dawns upon you. You groan softly when he raises a questioning eyebrow at you.

“I’m gonna kill her,” you grumble to yourself, stepping away from your boyfriend to get rid of your coat.

“Don’t,” Jungkook tells you, “it’s my fault. I asked her to lie.”

You stare at him in confusion, “why?”

Before he can answer, you ask him another question; “also, why are there packed bags by the front door?”

Jungkook’s cheeks are hurting from how much he’s been smiling since you stepped into his apartment. However, it seems the happiness will stay visible on his face for the rest of the weekend.

“Because we’re going on a trip,” he announces, stepping closer to you. Curiosity fills your eyes as his arms slide around your waist to pull you against him. “You know what this weekend is.”

You giggle softly as his face inches closer to yours, “do I?”

Jungkook hums and nods, nose bumping against yours as his breath brushes your lips.

“I’m not sure,” you grimace, a playful glint in your eyes. God, he loves it when your eyes give you away. “Care to remind me?”

Jungkook closes the distance between you, pressing his lips to yours in a lasting kiss, one that makes his heart grow in size when your arms snake around his neck to keep him in place. A soft sigh leaves the both of you as he tilts his head, deepening the kiss, tongue brushing your bottom lip. You allow him inside, a delicate moan tumbling into his mouth as your tongues meet. He kisses you passionately, hand coming up to cup your face, calloused thumb brushing over your cheekbone.

You’re left slightly breathless when he pulls away, leaving a few soft pecks against your now slightly swollen lips, a smirk on his face; “I believe it’s been one year of doing that.”

A surprised gasp escapes your lips when Jungkook turns onto the road leading up to the destination. Jungkook’s lawyer and friend, Namjoon, owns a beach house a few hours from the city. It’s a pale blue wooden beach house, lifted up on a hill with a view of the ocean. The details, windows and fence around the veranda is painted white, some of the paint slightly chipped due to the cold weather. Namjoon doesn’t usually use it during fall and winter and was happy to lend it to Jungkook when he had asked one day while eating lunch together.

“Jungkook, this is amazing,” you’re gaping at the beach house, eyes wide as you take in the scene in front of you. The afternoon fall sun is setting into the ocean, creating a faded and cold blue sky mixed with hints of orange. Jungkook smiles to himself as he parks the car and unbuckles himself to get out of the car. A moment later he’s opening the passenger door for you. You unbuckle yourself and take Jungkook’s hand, stepping out of his car, eyes still locked on the house.

It seems it’s safe to say this surprise is already a success.

“Here,” Jungkook catches your attention, handing you a key. He nods towards the beach house with a small smirk, silently telling you to go inside while he gets the bags from the trunk. You quickly peck his lips, barely giving him any time to register the small action before you excitedly run up the steps leading to the front porch of the beach house. Jungkook watches with an amused grin on his face, chuckling to himself.

“This place is insane,” you boast when Jungkook joins you inside. “How did you manage to find it?”

“A friend of mine owns it. I asked if I could borrow it for the weekend.”

Jungkook places the bags down by the front door, looking around the beach house belonging to his friend. Namjoon’s wife definitely has a sense for decorating – the expensive furniture and plants blend in nicely with the rest of the vibe of the beach house. Spending summer here must be a dream – the thought of lounging around in the hammock on the open veranda while watching the ocean waves reach the shore causes a warm feeling to flow through Jungkook’s body.

The feeling of your body pressing against his brings him back from daydreaming. You’re smiling up at him, gratitude evident in your eyes as they meet his own. Jungkook feels his heart skip a beat at the sight.

“You didn’t have to arrange all of this,” you tell him softly, “I would’ve been more than satisfied spending a whole day being a couch potato.”

Jungkook laughs softly at that, wrapping his arms around you to hug you to his chest.

“You deserve a break from the city,” he tells you, lips brushing your forehead. “Besides, I want you all to myself for the weekend. No distractions, no interruptions – just you and me. Is that okay?”

You nod instantly, leaning on your tippy toes to reach his lips, giving him a soft kiss, “it’s more than okay.”

“Good.”

Jungkook smiles against your lips, kissing you again. He just can’t help it – not when he has all the time in the world for the weekend and no one around to stop him. He knows when you go back on Sunday, this blissful fantasy world will be over with and responsibilities will be back to demand his attention.

This weekend, nothing will hold him back from doing what he wants. And right now, he wants you to join him in the hot tub on the veranda.

“I hope Mina packed a bikini for you,” Jungkook says as he steps away from you to grab the bags, bringing them with him to the bedroom. You furrow your eyebrows as you follow behind. He dumps the bags on top of the bed, flashing you a soft smirk.

“I’m not going swimming when it’s barely 10 degrees outside, Kook,” you pointedly tell him, looking rather nervous to say the least. You eye him skeptically, silently asking him if that is what he has in mind. Although it would be fun to see you try and get into the freezing ocean for a quick dip, that wasn’t exactly what he had in mind.

“Don’t worry,” he laughs, “we’re just going in the hot tub.”

“Oh, thank god–” relief washes over your face, shoulders falling from their tense state, “there’s a hot tub?”

Jungkook hums and unzips his bag. He pulls out a pair of black swimming trunks and is about to leave the bedroom. Before leaving the room, he stops in front of you to grab your face in one hand and connects his lips with yours in a soft, rather quick kiss.

“Meet me out there in five,” he tells you, voice low and breathy. He gives you another kiss before he disappears into the bathroom across the hallway.

A small, excited squeal leaves your lips as you scurry over to your bag, looking through it to find the bikini Mina hopefully packed for you. Once you find it, your face twists into a scowl. You hold up the white two-piece set, staring at it. You should’ve known she would pack the skimpiest one you have. You haven’t worn this bikini for years due to the very little fabric of it. It’s not the most appropriate bikini to wear when going to the beach where there are families and elder people. It’s great, however, for a girl’s trip to an island where most tourists are adults without children.

Hell, Mina was the one who convinced you to buy this exact bikini and she knows you never use it for the exact reason stated above.

A realization hits you suddenly, causing you to rummage through your bag once more. You let out a soft whine of frustration as you realize that your best friend has packed not just one but three sets of sexy lingerie that you still have yet to use since they’re all rather new in your wardrobe. You pull a black set out of your bag, fingers brushing over the lace details of it as you look at it for a solid minute. The more you look at it and picture yourself in it, the more you realize that packing these sets probably wasn't the worst thing she could’ve done. With a small smirk, you stuff the black lingerie back into your bag for later before grabbing the bikini and slipping into the ensuite bathroom.

Five minutes later you’re stepping onto the patio, wearing a robe due to the cold weather. The sky is quickly turning darker, the patio is lit up by lamps and Jungkook even managed to light up some floor lanterns while you were changing. Awe is evident on your face as you step closer to the hot tub, smiling at your boyfriend as he sits inside of it, bubbling water surrounding him.

“Looks nice,” you tell him, the hints of a smirk on your lips. “Got room for one more?”

He grins at you, motioning for you to get in. He watches you undo the robe, noticing the way your skin becomes covered by goosebumps as a breeze of cold fall wind hits your body. You shudder, completely oblivious to the way Jungkook’s eyes roam your body from head to toe and back up again – he hasn’t seen you in this bikini before. It barely covers you up but he can’t bring himself to care, too focused on the way your nipples harden underneath the white fabric.

“Why does it have to be so c-cold?” You mutter as you take the hand he’s offering you as you begin to enter the hot tub.

Once inside the hot tub, you seat yourself in the warm water, a blissful sigh leaving you as heat engulfs your entire body. Jungkook tugs you closer, hating how much distance there is between you. You smile when you feel him tug at your hand, willingly scooting closer to him but it’s not enough. He wants you closer.

“Kook,” you softly mutter when he brings you onto his lap, a leg on either side of him, your face just a few inches away from his. He hums, eyes shifting between your eyes and your lips as his hands slide from your thighs and around to your ass. “There’s lots of room in here, you know?”

He nods, “yeah, what about it?”

You can’t help but laugh softly, the sound causing Jungkook’s heart to skip a beat in his chest. He smiles, watching you as he moves his hands up the expanse of your back, fingertips reaching the tied strings of your bikini top. You eye him with a warning look as he starts playing with the strings. You raise one eyebrow when he pulls one of them, undoing the knot.

“Oops,” he smirks softly, his breath brushing your lips.

“I don’t think your friend will appreciate having naked people in his hot tub,” you whisper.

Jungkook can feel you leaning in closer as if there’s a magnet pulling you in. Your hands are sliding up the expanse of his chest, leaving goosebumps in their wake as your lips softly brush his. The fabric of his swimming trunks are starting to get tighter the more the want for one another grows. He’s convinced you can feel how hard he is despite the fact that you show no signs of it.

“What he doesn’t know, won’t hurt him.”

Jungkook’s mouth clashes against yours, a gasping moan leaving you as he pulls you closer, chest against chest. His tongue slips past your lips, wet and warm against yours, hungry and desperate. Your nails dig into the skin of his chest as you grind down on him, his bulge growing harder by the second.

His fingertips undo the other knot of strings in your neck, allowing your bikini top to fall. Jungkook grabs the white fabric and throws it onto the patio floor, lips never once leaving yours as his hand returns to your chest, cupping a breast and squeezing it. He earns a whiny moan from you, a sound he knows as pleading.

“Always so responsive,” he rasps as he pulls away, lips trailing kisses onto your jawline and neck. You tilt your head, allowing him more space to shower you in kisses. You bite into your bottom lip as you feel his fingers pinch your nipple, his other hand gripping your thigh tightly.

“Kook…” You whimper, mouth searching for his.

“So beautiful and needy just for me,” he whispers before connecting his lips to yours again.

“Please-” You plead between kisses, hips grinding down, core pushing against his hardened cock. “Want you…”

Jungkook swears under his breath, hands falling to grip your hips tightly under the water. He helps you grind against him, the water forcing you to move slowly rather than quickly. Your arms slide around his neck, a surprised gasp tumbling from your mouth and into Jungkook’s as he pulls your bikini bottoms to the side, fingers finding your heat. He strokes your slit, thumb moving in circles on your clit. You whimper against his lips when he sinks a finger inside, curling it deliciously against your g-spot.

“Fuck,” you swear under your breath, burying your face in the crook of his neck. Jungkook leaves kisses against your shoulder and neck as he adds another finger, pumping them in and out of your warmth. “Feels good, Kook… don’t stop-”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he smiles against the skin of your shoulder, “you’ll be begging me to stop by the end of this weekend.”

“Oh, god,” you whine, his words causing your walls to tighten around his fingers.

Jungkook smirks to himself as he picks up the pace of his hand, working you closer to your first orgasm of this getaway. His smirk falters when you start grinding down on his hand, desperate and needy for his fingers, eager to finish. His jaw falls open as he watches you as you sit back, hands tightly gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. The sight alone has Jungkook’s cock twitching in his trunks, the fabric tighter than ever before. As much as he wants to see you lose yourself on his fingers, he can’t hold it any longer. He needs to be inside of you, buried deeply between your warm walls.

“Fuck, baby, hold on-” his voice is raspy as he removes his fingers from you, the empty feeling causing you to whine in frustration. You watch him with hooded eyes, lips parted as heavy ragged breaths escape. His arm slides around your waist to lift you up just a bit, allowing him space to push his trunks down. His cock stands tall and hard with a red, angry tip under the water, twitching as it waits to be engulfed by your pussy.

When Jungkook looks up at you, his breath hitches in his throat – the sight of your hair in a messy bun, swollen lips, and hooded eyes – all of it mixed together and creating the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. His face softens for a short moment, his feelings worn on the outside of his body as he stares at you. He can’t help himself as he reaches up with his free hand, grabbing you by the nape of your neck to pull you in for a kiss; a deep, heart-achingly needy kiss.

“Ride me,” the words are breathy against your lips as he leaves another kiss on them, his arm tightening around your waist. You moan against his mouth, hands cupping his face in case he even thinks about pulling away. “Please, ____” he pleads.

One of your hands disappears under the water, a hiss leaving Jungkook's lips as he feels it wrap around his length, pumping him up and down before you lift yourself up, guiding his tip closer to your entrance. He’s panting beneath you, chest rising and falling in anticipation as he waits to be engulfed by your warmth.

“Fuck–” you both swear and moan in unison as you sink down on him, walls swallowing and sucking him in deeply. Your hands are tightly gripping onto his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.

“Oh my god,” you whimper as you feel his cock fill you to the brim. Jungkook’s breath brushes your forehead, his lips leaving kisses as you let your head rest against them, eyes closing for a moment as you stay still in his lap, trying to get used to his length.

It’s different in water but in the best way possible.

“You gotta move, baby,” he breathlessly tells you, his hands sliding up your thighs to your hips. You nod, lifting your head to peck his lips softly. He smiles at you, eyes meeting yours as you look at him. “If you don’t, I’ll come within the next minute.”

“I know,” you squeak, sliding your arms around his neck to get closer to him. “Just needed a second.”

Jungkook groans quietly under his breath as you start moving, hips grinding down on him in slow rhythm. He guides your hips, helping you pick up speed, the pace growing faster, more eager.

“Fuck, baby, that’s it–“

You’re letting whimpering moans fall from your parted lips as you work your hips on his cock, grinding and riding him until you’re spent, breathing heavily trying to catch your breath in between moans and whines of Jungkook’s name. The sounds you make are like sweet music to his ears, like angels from above and yet so sinful it would earn both of you a spot in hell.

“I’m c-close,” you cry as one of Jungkook’s hands come up to cup the back of your neck, pulling you in for a kiss. You whimper against his lips, speaking between kisses. “Wanna come, Kook.. please make me come.”

The way you plead him to help you reach your high has Jungkook swearing underneath his breath, his other hand letting go of your hip to reach for your clit, thumb pressing down on the bundle of nerves causing you to gasp against his mouth.

“Oh god- Jungkook!”

His name leaves you in a high pitched moan as your orgasm washes over you in an instant, body tensing in his lap as it rushes through you, reaching your toes and fingertips. Jungkook groans as he feels your walls tighten around him, the sensation enough to make Jungkook orgasm too.

“Fuck, _____–“

With a low guttural moan of your name, his thighs tense underneath you, hands back to gripping onto your hips tightly as his orgasm overtakes his body, his cock spurting out hot white cum inside of you, painting your walls with it.

Jungkook’s head lulls back to rest on the headrest of the hot tub, his chest heaving in heavy breaths, air leaving his mouth and turning into frosty fog in the cold winter air. Your forehead lands on his collarbone as your breathing slowly returns to normal.

“I can see the stars from here,” Jungkook quietly says after a beat of silence. You lift your head to look at him, watching as a smile spreads across his face. It’s contagious as it causes a smile to spread on your face too as you watch his big brown eyes looking up at the evening sky above. You lean in and softly kiss his jaw, causing him to focus his gaze back on you. “Or did I just have the best orgasm of my life and began seeing stars after?”

You can’t help but let out a laugh.

Jungkook grins widely as you look up, trying to decipher whether it’s all in his head or if he can actually see the stars. You spot the stars, bright and beautiful on the dark, almost black sky.

The sight is beautiful and rare to you – when you live in the city, you never see the stars unless you go to a rooftop of some skyscraper.

“You’re looking at the actual real stars,” you tell him with a fond smile as you return your gaze to him. He smiles warmly at you, his eyes glinting with his own personal stars as he looks at you, stares at you.

“I’m looking at the brightest star right now,” he then says.

You can’t help but roll your eyes as you feel your cheeks heat up, “what a flirt.”

“Only for you, baby.”

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zorosbigbootyassgirlfriend · 1 year

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Why does this seem hella accurate 😭

#timikoszoro #one piece fluff #one piece imagine #tdi x reader #roronoa zoro x poc!reader #zoro x black reader #one piece x black reader #one piece zoro #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x you #sanji x zoro

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goldfeizh · 2 months

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"Harold with a Goth Reader!"

PAIRING : Harold/Reader, established relationship

FANDOM : Total Drama, headcanons

CONTAINS : Fluff, words like "pretty" and "gorgeous" used in a gender-neutral way

He ADORES you; He loves looking at you, watching you do your makeup, he loves it when you show him your outfit. Harold just genuinely thinks that you're really really pretty.

Harold would learn anything and everything he can about Goth Subculture. Like, the moment he realizes that he has a crush on you, he is gonna spend his whole night searching the internet for information to impress you with.

He often thinks about what he would look like if he was Goth, but he's also extremely reluctant to try it out. Although, he'd be secretly ecstatic if you offer to put makeup on him.

He has tried listening to Goth Music before, but he couldn't really get himself into it much. He definitely finds it cool, though, and he enjoys discovering new songs that he thinks you would like. PLEASE make playlists for this man, he doesn't even care if it's genres he actually listens to, the mere fact that you thought of him while listening to music already makes him so happy.

This man would defend you with his life— not as much physically, but he can and will talk anybody's ear off if they call you emo. He would ramble on about all the differences between Emo and Goth Subculture.

To be honest, Harold was probably intimidated by you at first. Like, he thought you looked cool, he was just a little nervous around you.

Once you actually talk to him, he becomes even more nervous— not out of fear, but because WOW, do you look gorgeous up-close. Mans is stuttering so much that you can't even understand what he's trying to say.

He's the type of guy to find some random object at a thrift store or a cool shiny rock, and he would bring it to you and be like "This reminded me of you! :D"

If you like literature or poetry, Harold would write poems for you. Most of it is really sappy and maybe a little cringy but it's cute.

Cemeteries freak him out, but if you like going to them, he would still accompany you. His hands are shaking while you hold them, he's jumping and flinching at every sound that he deems creepy, but he is staying by your side.

Concerts. He's never been to one but he thinks they're awesome and he would be over the moon if you asked him to go to one with you! He'd be happily holding your hand in the crowd. He's also rather tall, so he'll hold your phone for you up high to record the concert.

Harold enjoys celebrating Halloween with you. He has always wanted to dress up like a vampire, it is a childhood dream of his, and he will not admit it until you actually tell him that you wanna dress up as Vampires for Halloween.

He's a patient man but he can't deny the fact that it takes you so long to get ready. Like, if you guys are going to an event with a set time that you should be there by, he's waking you up atleast 2 or 3 hours earlier than the usual time you wake up so you can start getting ready earlier because he does not want to be late— unless it's an event that he doesn't really wanna go to, then take as long as you want.

For the Goth Harold lovers. I don't see enough xReaders for this man, he's one of my favorite characters and I think he deserves some love!! I'd also like to note that I'm not Goth, I tried to do as much research as I can, and also tried to keep some things genera and maybe a little vague because I didn't want to end up offending a group of people. Please tell me if I got anything wrong, constructive criticism, likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

#x reader #x gender neutral reader #goth reader #x gender neutral goth reader #total drama x reader #harold total drama #harold mcgrady #total drama harold #Total drama Harold x Reader #Harold McGrady x Reader #Harold x Goth Reader #Total drama Harold x Goth Reader #Total Drama x Goth Reader #fluff #tdi harold #Tdi Harold x Reader #Tdi Harold x Goth Reader #Tdi Harold x Gender neutral reader #💌 feizh writes

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faithfulren · 6 days

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secret admirer

Cody has had a secret crush on you since the beginning of the season, but he's too shy to confess. He starts leaving you anonymous love notes and small gifts, hoping you'll figure out who your secret admirer is. Meanwhile, you begin to notice Cody's unusual behavior and wonder if there's more to his awkward charm.

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the sun was shining brightly over camp wawanakwa, and the morning air buzzed with the excitement of the remaining total drama contestants. today was a day off from challenges, a rare treat. you stretched your arms above your head, basking in the warmth of the sun. you were about to head to the mess hall when you noticed something unusual on the steps of your cabin.

a small envelope, neatly sealed with a heart sticker, lay on the top step. curious, you picked it up and opened it.

"dear [y/n], i've admired you from afar since the beginning of the season. your strength, kindness, and beauty have captivated me. i hope this note brings a smile to your face as you do to mine every day. yours truly, your secret admirer"

your heart fluttered as you read the words. a secret admirer? you looked around but saw no one. who could it be?

throughout the day, you couldn't help but wonder about the identity of your admirer. as you sat with the other contestants at lunch, you studied each one, trying to pick up any signs. geoff was cracking jokes, bridgette was laughing along, and duncan was teasing courtney. everyone seemed normal.

everyone except cody. he seemed more distracted than usual, glancing your way and quickly looking away whenever you made eye contact. was it him?

later that evening, you found another note tucked under your pillow.

"dear [y/n], i wish i had the courage to tell you this in person, but seeing you smile is enough for me right now. i hope these notes brighten your day as you brighten mine. yours truly, your secret admirer"

the handwriting was neat and precise, similar to the first note. your curiosity grew stronger, and you decided to take matters into your own hands.

the next morning, you made sure to wake up earlier than usual. you placed a small note of your own on the steps of your cabin, hoping to catch your admirer in the act.

"to my secret admirer, thank you for your sweet notes. they have truly brightened my days. i would love to know who you are. meet me by the old oak tree at sunset. yours truly, [y/n]"

the day dragged on as you anxiously awaited sunset. when the time finally came, you made your way to the old oak tree, your heart pounding with anticipation. you waited for a few minutes that felt like hours. just when you were about to give up, you heard footsteps approaching.

cody appeared, his face a mix of nervousness and determination. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes meeting yours with a hesitant smile.

"hi, [y/n]," he said softly. "i got your note."

"cody," you whispered, the pieces finally clicking into place. "it's you."

he nodded, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "yeah, it's me. i've liked you since the beginning, but I didn't know how to tell you. i thought the notes would be a good start."

you stepped closer, your heart swelling with affection. "they were perfect. thank you, cody. you've brightened my days more than you know."

he took a deep breath, his eyes searching yours. "so, um, would you like to maybe go on a date? after all this is over?"

a smile spread across your face as you nodded. "i'd love that, cody."

relief and happiness washed over his features as he took your hand in his. "great. i promise it'll be the best date ever."

as the sun set behind the old oak tree, you realized that sometimes, the sweetest surprises come from the most unexpected places. and as you walked back to camp hand in hand with cody, you knew this was just the beginning of something wonderful.

#total drama #tdi #tdi cody #td cody #x reader #secret admirer #fluff #faithfulren

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darkbackalley · 2 years

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Chris Mclean x Male reader - Nerves

Warnings: None. (Except it hasn’t been edited?)Fem-aligned dni

Chris was only informed of the changes that very day, so he wasn’t appalled at what happened, just very surprised. So when instead of a homeschooled Canadian-raised boy, he found himself face to face with a 6’7 Behemoth of a man, he was visibly shaken. Yo… What’s up man? He asked his introductory question. Not much, dude! The man replied with a smile. Although I thought we were going to a resort? Chris turned towards the cast. Everybody, meet Y/n! The group mumbled a greeting as he joined them to watch the other guests arrive.

Now that the groups had been created, with Bridgette, Courtney, DJ, Duncan, Eva, Geoff, Y/n, Harold, Izzy, Sadie, and Tyler on the Killer Bass and Beth, Cody, Gwen, Heather, Justin, Katie, Leshawna, Lindsay, Noah, Owen and Trent on the Screaming Gophers, All the Campers stood on a cliff in their bathing suits while Chris explained what was going to happen. Since the Killerbass was to go first, no one from the group wanted to jump first. Y/n, looking around, sighed and said I’ll jump. But if I die, I’m suing. He said, giving Chris a look that meant business. Chris was terrified, but at the same time trying to figure out how someone can be so buff and look… appealing? No. He wasn’t thinking about a contestant like that.

Y/n stood on the cliff, looking down, before he cracked his knuckled and stepped back until he had a clear runway. Then, he sent it. Luckily, he managed to get into the target hole and swim out before the sharks got too vicious. Once the entirety of the team had jumped, they struggled to get the boxes to the campsite in time. Either someone was gone or someone *cough* Courtney *cough* got hurt, but Y/n had already carried two crates to the campsite and opened them. Chris walked up while he waited for the rest of his team to strike casual banter. So, Y/n, you’ve done a lot of work here, and the rest of your team isn’t even here? What’s up with that?’’ “ Well, They’re doing what they can and I’m really just trying to help as best as I can. Besides I can be checking out the competitions while I’m here”. He replied. -And I can check out other people too. He said looking at Chris with a grin. The man in question turned and walked away due to the blush on his face and wobbly knees.

Both teams were hard at work, but in the end, the Screaming Gophers won. Since the losing team had to eliminate someone, everyone was on edge that night. Y/n couldn’t sleep so he went outside to contemplate the day. What he didn’t expect was Chris standing at the waters edge throwing stones into the water. “Hey.” Y/n said as he walked up and sat beside Chris. The aforementioned man looked over at him and frowned. “Hey… Shouldn’t you be sleeping? Big day tomorrow.” “Couldn’t sleep. Not with something like this, it’s always stressful went you have to part ways with someone.” Chris looked at the (Hair) haired boy and nodded. “I hear ya. When the contestants get to be far along in the competition, it’s almost sad to see them go.” Y/n’s eyes lit up. “Hey Chris. What if I threw in the towel and voted myself off? That way, I wouldn’t really have to do that. Besides, then I can just go home.” “You can’t just do that!” Chris argued. “These kids look up to you!” Then he whispered to y/n “I heard Izzy call you dad.” Y/n Chuckled. ”I guess not then. But my nerves have calmed down I think. Thanks” Y/n was about to head off to bed, but first he pulled Chris into a hug and slipped something in his pocket. The host returned the hug before giving the taller man a look that said ‘what’d you slip me?’ “My number.” Y/n smiled at him and turned around, only to be faced with the other campers. “Wha-“ “YAY!” Izzy cheered! Y/n’s not single anymore!” Before running away. Y/n rolled his eyes and made his way back to his cabin

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #fluff #tdi chris #chris mclean

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elithe31st · 10 months

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Can you do a Noah x gn reader with their first shower together (like the Alejandro one) ofc all fluff

SHAMPOO

noah tdi x gn reader

'' there's something in the air tonight ''

You and Noah were sitting on the couch, lounging and watching some crappy reality TV show.

"I really need to shower," Noah groaned, throwing his head back against the couches backrest. You ran your hand through his hair.

"Why don't we shower together?" You suggest. Noah's head perks up, a faint blush spreading onto his cheeks.

"Wh- huh?"

"I said—" Noah cuts you off.

"I- I heard what you said. Yeah, uh, yeah, sure." Noah stood up, heading off to the bathroom. You smiled, going off to grab two towels before joining him. When you two got to the bathroom, you drop the towels on the toilet seat.

"Looks like I'm putting 'shower with my boyfriend' on a bucket list." Noah shakes his head playfully, taking off his shirt. Meanwhile, you were getting the water ready.

"Better cross it off, too." You chuckle, stripping your clothes.

Once you two were in the shower, you let all the stress melt away in the hot water. You stood over Noah, wrapping your arms around his waist as he got his hair wet.

"I love you."

"I love you too." Noah responded, kissing your cheek.

You two stayed like that for a few seconds before you got the bodywash off of the little shelf. You put some on your hand and started to wash Noah's back. He melted against your touch, leaning back into your hands. He sighed and chuckled happily, looking up at you.

"We are definitely doing this more often." He said, grabbing the shampoo. He tried squirting out some onto his hand.

"God damnit. We're out." He groaned.

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multifandombookstore · 1 year

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I'm going through another Total Drama phase and binge reading Duncan content lol. I was wondering if you could write something about Duncan with a shy good girl kind of character?

Oh 100% anon!

Genre: fluff

Warnings: none

sigh

y'all already know where this is going

this man is a menace to society

he's a menace to you

aww, but he's your menace LMAO

it's your classic good person x bad boy smh (the viewers at home totally eat it up)

day 1 he teases the ever loving FUCK out of you

he loves flirting with you and just watching you get flustered and start stuttering

if anyone else starts flirting or teasing you though, he's 100% punching them

if anyone, even Chris or Chef, start giving you a hard time, he will put them in their place through any means necessary, or at the very least step in to take the heat instead of you

at first, you think he's just flirting to mess with you

after a while though, you realize he's doing stuff for you that he wouldn't with the others

he saves you a seat close to the bonfire at night to make sure you don't get cold, he'll give you his marshmallow sometimes, he helps you with challenges even if you're on the other team, so on and so forth

you're the only person who gets to see his sweet side

ofc he does all the sweet things while 'insulting' you

"God, will you come sit by the fire already? I can hear your teeth chattering from here." "Here, you can have my marshmallow, fatty." "You're so dumb that you can't even do this challenge on your own. Guess ol Duncky will have to help you out, hm?"

sometimes you think his comments are a little too mean or go a little too far

he always ends up making it up to you tho <3

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cheezbites · 9 months

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Hi can you do a Chris McLean x Short!Reader?

Chris McLean x Short Reader

✎: MY FIRST EVER REQUEST I’M SO GEEKED RN. Thank you guys, keep these requests coming!! 💓🥲

♡Summary: Chris McLean dating someone short.

Bf!Chris always attended press conferences and award ceremonies where crowds towered over you, which was nothing new. He insisted on guiding you through the hordes of people with his hand on your shoulder or waist.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

"What, is that Ruby Rosewood?" someone in the crowd exclaimed.

"Wait, where is she? Chris, lead us to her. Oh my god, I need to see her," you held onto his guiding hand resting on your shoulder.

He acted like a GPS tracker, swiftly locating her, and you enjoyed a short and sweet conversation with one of your idols.

Bf!Chris appreciates your shorter figure. Despite his past relationships with taller women, often models who added onto their height with expensive heels, your height, ranging from 5'0 to 5'4, actually makes him appear much taller when photographed or standing together. How could he not love that?

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The event was busting with activity; flashing cameras, chattering voices, and a sea of well-dressed attendees. Chris, dressed in his tuxedo with a charming smile, navigated through the elegant crowd.

You, stood by his side, unbeknownst to the unique effect your presence had on Chris. He couldn't help but beam with pride as photographers captured the two of you together. You had a way of making him appear even more tall in comparison to you.

As you mingled with the guests, you picked up on a hushed whisper across the room, "Isn't that Chris? who's the lady with him?"

A nearby couple overheard and joined in, "That's his girlfriend, the one who makes him look even more impressive."

Chris, overhearing the conversation, couldn't help but chuckle.

Bf!Chris hired security guards for you with his immense budget, they followed you around everywhere. Even at times when it seemed a bit redundant.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Your chauffeur was driving you around the city as the security guards were sitting around in their own seats, making small talk with one another. You were texting Chris on your way to run errands:

“You sure I need the guards to go shopping for groceries?”

“Yes. Anything can happen, remember what happened on the news?” he replied shortly after seeing your message, you chuckled at his response. Chris was a bit paranoid at times, but maybe it was for the best.

Bf!Chris had to lean over to kiss you, which was one of his favourite aspects of the kiss.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

Chris leaned over to meet your lips, and that simple act added an extra layer of sweetness to the moment. It was one of his favorite things about your kisses – the way he had to lean in to reach you.

As your lips met, you both felt the electric connection that never decayed. In that tender embrace, you shared a kiss that spoke volumes without words, reaffirming your love in the most beautiful way.

Bf!Chris was your weighted blanket at times; instead of you cuddling up to him it would be the opposite. He wouldn’t put his full weight on you; but enough for you both to be comfy.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

A cozy blanket draped over you as you both lounged on the couch. Chris had a mischievous glint in his eye. He shifted his position slightly, and before you knew it, he was gently draping himself over you, like a living weighted blanket.

You giggled at the unexpected move, making him grin down at you, his arms propped up, supporting his weight just enough to make you both feel snug and comfortable. You settled into the embrace, feeling the warmth and security of his presence.

Bf!Chris is the human trash can of the relationship. If you both went out to eat, he finished your leftovers you couldn’t finish.

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You sat in a cozy corner of your favorite restaurant, savoring a delicious meal with Chris. The plates were stacked with delectable food, but as always, your eyes were bigger than your stomach.

Chris, on the other hand, seemed to have an appetite when it came to your leftovers. With a playful smile, you pushed your plate toward him, knowing he'd happily accept the offer.

He chuckled between mouthfuls, "Someone's got to make sure nothing goes to waste,"

As you continued to eat together, you couldn't help but appreciate how Chris's appetite perfectly complimented your tendency to order more than you could finish. It was just one of the many ways your relationship seemed to fit together seamlessly, like a jigsaw puzzle.

Bf!Chris often gave you piggyback rides at concerts, convinced that you'd struggle to see anything. You didn't mind at all, secretly enjoying the elevated view for your Instagram story. After all, it was a win-win – a better view and a cute moment to share with your followers.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

The concert’s music thumped through the air as the crowd around you jumped and swayed to the beat. Chris, always attentive to your needs, leaned down with a grin.

"You ready?"

You reached for your phone and nodded, "Absolutely!"

Without hesitation, Chris knelt down, and you hopped onto his back. He effortlessly lifted you, and you clung onto him as he stood up, your legs wrapping around his waist.

The stage came into view, the lights and the artist gracefully performed around you.

You couldn't help capturing the moment. You snapped an Instagram story, the music pulsing in the background, while the crowd's energy surged around you. You couldn't resist but to feel grateful for Chris's thoughtfulness and the incredible view he provided, both in real life and on social media.

Bf!Chris took notice of your affinity for high-heels. Either in your online cart or when you’re window shopping, you were undoubtably drawn to them. It wasn't solely because of your height, although that might have played a role in your heel obsession. You simply loved the feeling they gave you – They were so simple yet so feminine. So expensive, too.

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"Close your eyes, love," he cooed playfully.

Curiosity piqued, but you complied, covering your eyes with both hands. You could hear him moving about the room, and a sense of anticipation built within you.

"Okay, you can open them now,"

As you removed your hands, you were met with the sight of a beautifully wrapped box with the ANAPHORA etched onto its elegant surface. Excitement and surprise washed over you as you carefully unwrapped the gift. Inside, you discovered a pair of exquisite high heels, the same pair that’s been sitting in your online cart for a few months now.

"Oh my God... Chris, you didn't have to!" you exclaimed, your eyes sparkling with gratitude.

Chris grinned and replied, "Well, now you don't have to tip-toe as much," he teased, alluding to the times he had to adjust his height difference with you.

Bf!Chris noticed you taking his over sized t-shirts from his cupboard, he was used to your thief antics and so he let it slide. But on your figure, they looked like flowy dresses.

Bf!Chris loved when you asked him to get something out of your reach for you, it made him feel useful in a way.

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

You stood in the kitchen, eyeing a high shelf where your favourite cookbook was. The shelf was just out of your reach, and you knew exactly what to do. With a playful grin, you turned to Chris,

"Babe, could you do me a favor?" you asked, your tone sweet and soft.

He looked at you with a quirked eyebrow, a smile playing at his lips. "Of course, what do you need?"

You gestured to the cookbook on the shelf. "Could you grab that for me, please?"

His smile widened, and he sauntered over to the shelf, breezily retrieving the cookbook. As he handed it to you, he couldn't hide his sense of fulfillment. "Here, anything else?"

You chuckled, touched by his eagerness to help. "No, that's perfect, thank you."

A/N: Thank you so much (again) for requesting!!! This was very fun to write <3

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dozing-marshmallow · 5 months

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Hii I was wondering if I could request a fluff about Chris x fem!reader that has Spasticity (abnormal increase in muscle tone or stiffness of muscle, which might interfere with movement) i haven’t seen anyone write anything with this disability before because it’s not as brought up. If not that’s totally fine��

Ohh but it wouldn’t be! It’s important to address disabilities and keep people educated! This was a delightful request and I’m thankful you submitted it, apologies it took long! I hope everyone’s been having a great day and enjoying the last few days of 2023 :))

CHRIS MCLEAN X FEMALE! READER WITH SPASTICITY FLUFF

Even though your stiff muscles had limited a lot of what you could do, you were still bubbly and motivated by life.

And Chris adored that.

He wasn’t embarrassed to be seen with you as you thought he would be.

Anywhere like now, he would push your wheelchair for you.

You were going shopping together.

He’s witnessed only a handful of those who stared, made offensive comments or tried to touch you.

Like some strange specimen that could be stared at.

So, he became your number one security guard.

You felt guilty that he had to go through the trouble of having to stand up for you until you see his face as he does it.

Looks like misinformed people bothered him as much as they did you.

Throughout your shopping trip, he gave you massages to soothe the tightness in your muscles and even allowing you temporary movement.

Your spasticity made it difficult for you to speak, which was no problem for Chris.

“Which one do you like more? This one or this one?” he asked you in the lipstick aisle.

You want the one that’s still on the shelf.

He catches where your eye went, still smiling, pointing right at it,“You want this one?”

You gave the slightest rock of head. He replaces the two samples he had with the one you wanted,“Consider it yours!”

After completing the shopping list, Chris had something to disclose to you,“Listen, I’m not always gonna be there to help you. I’ll have to be away for shooting, hosting. Job stuff.” you heard him explain,“Sooooo when I can’t be there, I’ll have someone come over.”

You whined.

“Ohh come on. I’m everyone’s favourite guy. I can’t be there all the time. I made sure your support worker is good.” he can say that, but how can he be so sure?

There were horror stories of workers putting those who were meant to be in their care through terrible treatment. No amount of high training could convince you that this stranger would be as nice as Chris was. And he wasn’t even getting paid!

To your other whine, he sighed. Sighing... He had other things to do... Not just him... But everyone else in your life. You could never live on your own... You would always need someone... How could you live like that?

“Well! We’ll go over it later.” your beloved declares, sounding not so tired which removes you from your self deprecation,“It’s not like you’ll meet her on the day I’ll be absent. You’ll get to know each other before so you can build up on trusting her.” it’ll be a her? Yeah...if Chris persisted then you’d at least feel safer with a fellow woman,“For now, we should get going. You have that appointment with your physical therapist today.”

Your life is just as important as someone who’s able-bodied. Proven by your heartbeat and him.

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mercurygguk · 1 year

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TDI ; MOODBOARDS | jjk

— summary; this series follows jungkook’s life as a divorced father. but wait, how exactly does one balance being a father, a boyfriend, a friend, and a respectable boss at the same time? read the installments below to find out!

pairing; dilf!jungkook x f. reader

genre/au; dilf au, established relationship au

total wc; 35.2k (as of dec, ‘22)

content; smut, fluff, angst

warnings; stated in each chapter.

READ THE SERIES HERE

author’s note; hey guys!! finally decided to make some moodboards for ‘the dilf installments’ 🥹 i hope you like these and that they’re what you all imagined this couple’s vibe to be jsjfjskd please give the fic a LOT of love and feel free to share your thoughts with me <3 thank you so so much for reading tdi and for giving it so much love and attention !! it means the absolute world to me :( thank you🫶🏼

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zorosbigbootyassgirlfriend · 1 year

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Imagine... zoro defending sanji because of some one saying something that had hurt his feelings.

Contains : cursing violence

And p.s y/n is used in this story bc at the time you and zoro where looking for something at the island

You and Zoro are walking in thw island looking for something that you guys might need def not c0nd@ms

But then you hear someone yelling so you drag zoro to the sight thats when he saw sanji looking mad and offended at the same time

"At least my parents actually gave a living fuck about me and i didnt grow up as a weak ass-"

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU FUCKING SAY YOU HOMELESS BASTERD ??"

" dont you belong in some damn grass bitch"

" YOU DUMB BITCH LEAVE MY HAIR OUT OF THIS HOE AND LEAVE HIM THE FUCK ALONE BEFOR I BEAT YOUR FUCKING ASS BASTERD"

"Your puny ass isnt going to do shit"

"Zoro its time to go"

The man who was taunting sanji and makeing him angry zoro whooped his ass no questions asked

"I am so sorry wont ever happen again."

"Like i fucking thought let go y/n and sanji "

"Damnn she got a big ole ass "

"Kick rocks asshole she my fucking girlfriend"

The end ❤️💚

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goldfeizh · 4 months

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"Soup"

PAIRING : Heather/Reader, established relationship

CONTAINS : Fluff, Reader has a cold and is dramatic

"Ughh—" you groan in discomfort, curled up in the fetal position as you sniffle. You aren't in any major pain, although you exaggerate as if you are. The sweat rolls down from your forehead to your chin as you continue to complain and bitch about your illness.

Heather rolls her eyes, "It's just a cold, [Name]," she says, her arms crossed as she purses her lips. She's sitting by the edge of your bed— you had called her hours prior, whining about how your parents aren't home and how horrible you felt; how it's too hot and too cold all at the same time. You didn't think she'd actually come, but now she's here. Heather never fails to surprise you, even from the start of your relationship.

You pout at her words, you shift into a different position with your head on your girlfriend's lap, "Make me soup?" you look up at her with pleading eyes and pursed lips to prevent the cheeky smile trying to form upon your features. Heather's nose scrunches up, shoving your face away from her lap as she abruptly stands up.

"Fine, but only 'cause you're so persistent!" It's gonna take her a while to admitting that she cares; maybe she'll never be able to admit it, but you already know.

I'll be posting drabbles as a start, I used to have an old tumblr acc where I also made fanfics but I lost it and it's been a while since I actually wrote something again, so I hope this is alright! Likes, reblogs, and comments are appreciated!

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mercurygguk · 2 years

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accidental meeting | jjk

➵ summary; jungkook has to leave as an issue arises at work, leaving you to look after his son all by yourself. it’s going really well until an unexpected guest arrives.

pairing; dad!jungkook x f. reader

rating; PG-13

word count; 2,301

content; oc meets the ex-wife by accident, angsty/fluffy

warnings; tiny bits of swearing, indicative in the end

a/n; another drabble for the dilf jk series !! it’s been sitting in my drafts for a couple of months now so here ya go – enjoy ;)

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“What do you mean they’re thinking about not buying?”

You watch from your seat on Jungkook’s couch, Jihoon in your lap, playing with toys and excitingly showing them to you once in a while. You smile at the boy in your arms, accepting the toy he’s offering you before returning your focus to Jungkook who’s on the phone with one of his employees.

“These people are our best clients,” Jungkook tells the person on the other line. “We need them. We’ll lose millions without them.”

Jungkook pinches the bridge of his nose as he listens to whatever his employee is saying. He doesn’t look or sound too happy when he glances back at you before sighing deeply in defeat.

“Stall them, please,” Jungkook orders, “I’ll be there in 15.”

He hangs up the phone, looking back at you with apologetic eyes. You offer him a small smile, silently telling him he doesn’t need to feel bad.

“Work is a mess today,” he says as he sits down on the couch next to you. Jihoon crawls into his father’s lap, settling himself there instead but still focuses on showing you his toys and not his father. Your heart warms at the way he’s so keen on interacting with you, especially when you haven’t been around him that much yet.

“I hate asking you this but would you mind looking after Jihoon until I get back? I’ll only be an hour or so,” Jungkook says after a moment of silence, the both of you just watching Jihoon. You meet Jungkook’s eyes, your own widened in surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to ask you this, not already. In fact, you thought he would bring Jihoon along or drop him off at his ex-wife’s place before going to the office. Hesitation is evident on your face as you glance between Jungkook and Jihoon, realizing that you haven’t been alone with Jihoon yet. The thought intimidates you to say the least.

“I know it’s a lot to ask. You don’t have to, I can just bring him-“

“No, it’s fine,” you cut off Jungkook almost instantly, recovering from the slight panic you felt and smile at him. He looks at you for a moment, trying to decipher if you mean it or not. “Really, it’s fine.”

“Are you sure?”

Nodding, you lean over and give him a quick peck on the lips. Jungkook is smiling when you pull away again.

“Alright,” he sighs. You watch with a smile as he turns Jihoon to face him, telling him that he’ll be gone for a bit but that you’re gonna stay with him until he gets back. Jihoon doesn’t seem to mind it, not really caring what his father says as he slides off Jungkook’s lap and runs to his room, probably to get a new toy.

“Okay, he doesn’t care at all,” Jungkook chuckles as he gets up from the couch. You follow suit, walking him to the front door. He grabs his jacket and his car keys before checking if he has his phone too. “Minji will pick him up later but I’ll be back before then,” he tells you as he steps closer.

“Alright. We’ll have lots of fun until you get back then,” you assure him, smiling up at him when you feel one of his arms slide around your waist. Your arms snake their way around his neck automatically, a rush of excitement filling your stomach as he leans down to give you a soft kiss. Before pulling away entirely, he leaves a few soft pecks against your lips.

“I’ll be quick, I promise,” he mutters.

“Go,” you whisper in response, pecking his lips one more time before pushing him towards the door. He’s grinning at you, thanking you before slipping out of the door, closing and locking it behind him. A sigh leaves you as you turn on your heel and head towards Jihoon’s room. Might as well play in his room until his father gets back. Maybe that way he won’t notice he’s gone and won’t start crying because it’s you who’s with him instead.

Everything is perfect and stress-free – no crying fits or tantrums that would scare you from having kids in the near future have unfolded so far and to be honest, you think it’s going pretty damn well. Jungkook has texted you a few times, letting you know he’ll be on his way soon. You’ve told him several times to not stress about it, that you and Jihoon are having fun and that the two of you will be just fine until he gets back.

Until you weren’t anymore, that is.

There’s knocking on the front door barely an hour after Jungkook left. You get up from the floor in Jihoon’s room, confusion written all over your face as you tell him you’ll be right back. You reach the door just as the unknown person begins to knock again. You open the door, revealing a woman. A very beautiful woman to be frank. Her features gives her away immediately and you can’t help but freeze in your spot in front of her.

This is Jihoon’s mother.

Jungkook’s ex-wife.

A woman you haven’t met yet and you’re not sure if she knows about you yet. You’ve only been dating Jungkook for a few months after all.

“Who the hell are you?” Minji asks, not greeting you whatsoever.

“I- um,” you don’t know what to tell her. To be fair, it does look kinda sketchy – a stranger in her ex-husband’s home, her son nowhere in sight. “I’m ____.”

She raises an eyebrow at you, pushing past you and wandering into Jungkook’s apartment, looking around and trying to locate Jihoon. When she doesn’t spot him on his dinosaur blanket, she turns to you with an angry expression that doesn’t sit right with you at all.

“Where’s my son?”

Before you can even think about pointing her in the direction of his room, she steps closer, arms crossed over her chest.

“Or better yet, where’s Jungkook?”

Just as you open your mouth to answer all of her questions, Jungkook walks through the front door, a content smile on his face until he spots you and his ex-wife in the middle of the living room. His face falls into a worried expression as he notices the uncomfortable look on your face. Minji quickly catches on and chuckles sarcastically.

“Oh, great! There you are,” Minji fakes a smile, looking rather unpleased as she turns her back to you and makes her way to Jungkook. “You really left your hook-up to look after our son? What the hell is wrong with you, Jungkook?”

“Oh, sorry, I’m not-“

Minji glares at you, causing you to stop talking, “honey, I don’t care what you are.”

Ouch.

“Minji…” Jungkook sighs in defeat, looking exhausted compared to when he arrived barely a minute ago. If this is what she was like when he was with her, no wonder he divorced her. You’ve just met her and you’ve already decided that you’re gonna be very careful around her. She doesn’t seem like a person you want to piss off or be on the bad side of.

“Jungkook, what won’t your son think of you when you leave him alone with women like her?”

Your eyes meet Jungkook’s from behind Minji. You can tell he’s feeling bad for not being here when his ex-wife arrived, a frown on his face as he looks at you. You offer him a half-smile, hoping it’s enough to let him know that you’re fine. That her words don’t affect you as much as they could’ve. You’re not sure if he believes you or not but he leaves it for now, turning his attention back to Minji.

“First of all, ____ is not just a hook-up,” he begins, turning on his heel to make his way to Jihoon’s room. Minji glances back at you for a short moment before following in Jungkook’s heels. Jihoon soon emerges from his room, spotting his mother immediately. A bright grin spreads across his face as he cutely runs towards her, allowing himself to be scooped up in her arms.

“Mommy!”

“Hi, baby!” Minji coos, smooching his cheek before poking his tiny nose.

You can’t help but smile at the sight, noticing how Minji’s entire aura changed the second she saw her son coming at her, all excited and happy. Jungkook isn’t smiling though, he looks at Minji as if he’s about to scold her, a disapproving look on his face.

“Second, Jihoon has met ____ a few times already and they get along pretty well,” Jungkook tells his ex-wife as he crosses his arms over his chest. “I would never bring someone to meet Jihoon if I wasn’t serious about them, alright? You of all people should know that.”

Minji doesn’t seem to know what to say so she lets out a defeated sigh and nods, silently telling Jungkook that she understands. You watch from your spot a few feet away, not sure what to do or say when she glances at you shortly – still looking rather unsatisfied with your presence.

“I’ll go get his stuff,” Minji tells Jungkook and steps around him, heading for Jihoon’s room with him still resting on her hip. Once they’ve left the room, Jungkook is by your side. You smile up at him but he doesn’t reciprocate it, hand coming up to softly brush over your cheek.

“You okay?” He asks, concern etched on his face.

You nod, “yeah, I’m fine. I’ve been called worse.”

Jungkook sighs deeply when you let out a chuckle, trying to relieve the tension, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here when she showed up. She didn’t call to say she would pick him up earlier.”

“Hey, it’s okay,” you assure him, “nothing terrible happened.”

Jungkook knows you’re right. Nothing bad happened (except for Minji calling you his hook-up when you’re far from that at this point) but Jungkook still feels bad for not being here when his ex-wife showed up. He can only imagine the panic you must’ve felt the moment you opened the door and realized who it was. Minji can come off as quite intimidating when she meets new people; especially people who are involved with Jungkook.

“This was not how you guys were supposed to meet,” he grumbles, wrapping his arms around you to pull you in for a hug. You chuckle again, wrapping your arms around his waist to hug him back. “I had it all planned out but I guess that’s not relevant anymore.”

Before you can give him any sort of response, someone clears their throat. You and Jungkook let go of each other and turn to face Minji. She’s staring at the two of you, an unreadable expression on her face as her eyes shift between you and Jungkook. She glances at Jungkook’s arm that is still snaked around your waist to keep you close.

“Got everything?” Jungkook asks, letting go of you entirely before moving closer to her and Jihoon. You stay back, watching as Jungkook scoops his son from Minji’s arms, throwing him in the air before hugging him close to his chest. Jihoon laughs and hugs his father back, his small arms wrapped around Jungkook’s neck. You feel your heart grow twice in size as you watch them interact, feeling all sorts of things as Jungkook tells Jihoon goodbye.

“I’ll see you next week, buddy,” Jungkook says, squatting to put Jihoon down. Jihoon grabs onto his mother’s hand, letting himself be tugged along towards the front door.

“Say ‘bye, daddy’,” Minji tells Jihoon right before they leave through the door.

“Bye, daddy!” He waves at Jungkook before waving at you too, “bye bye, ____!”

“Bye, Jihoon!” You grin, waving back at him.

Jungkook smiles at the short but adorable interaction, closing the front door after them. He sighs as he turns to face you again, apologetic eyes replacing his usual warm dark brown ones. A soft smile spreads across your face as he moves closer. Your heart swells when he slides his arms around your waist to hug you again, his face burying itself in the crook of your neck.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles.

“Don’t be,” you softly say as you embrace him in return, letting yourself be dragged towards the couch by him. You plop down on the couch, Jungkook laying himself between your legs, face still deeply buried between your neck and shoulder. Your hand caress his broad back, occasionally running up into his hair.

Jungkook lifts his head after a while of complete silence, meeting your eyes. He looks at you, chocolate brown eyes scanning your face as if to make sure you’re one hundred percent okay.

“It’s fine,” you tell him, cupping his face and thumbs brushing his cheeks, “I’m fine.”

“You’re too nice,” he says after a quiet moment, “anyone else would’ve been gone a long time ago. But not you… You’re still here.”

You smile, tugging him closer, “I am.”

His lips brush yours, breaths clashing.

“Thank you,” he whispers.

You don’t get to ask him what for exactly before he’s closing the space between you, kissing you softly yet you feel it within the deepest part of you. Butterflies fill your stomach and Minji’s judging eyes and choice of words have perished from your mind as you slide your arms around Jungkook’s neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens.

When a soft, delicate moan escapes your lips and falls into Jungkook’s mouth, he sighs deeply and lets his hand bring one of your legs around his waist. When his other hand finds one of yours to pin it above your head, fingers intertwining, you know today’s accidental meeting will be forgotten and replaced by the man above you.

And by him only.

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