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cinnasluttiny · 15 days

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between a rock and a...hard place?

pairing: scaramouche x childe

summary: scaramouche gets stuck in a window, childe has an active imagination and inappropriately creative ways of getting him unstuck.

word count: 4.3k

warnings: top childe/bottom scara, smut, crack, stuck sex, barebacking, creampie, anal fingering, ass play in general, rimming, spit as lube, spanking, dirty talk, degradation, mean childe, rough sex, premature ejaculation, virgin scara

a/n: uploading all of my fics from ao3 onto tumblr is so tedious, but if u enjoyed pls leave a like. luv yewww.

"Hello?”

Childe sounds confused on the crackly opposite end of the phone call when he picks up, probably lost as to why Scaramouche of all people would be calling him, especially while he was in the middle of a shift of all times. Despite being roommates, the raven haired man had never onced phoned Childe, he’d rather have keeled over, if he’s honest. It wasn’t something they did , not for a lack of Childe’s trying, anyway.

Scaramouche did his best throughout their living together to ignore the overly friendly ginger's and his naturally affectionate nature, and he did well, for the most part. He, frankly, found the man’s cheerful persona insufferable; annoying.

But, with his waist lodged between the window sill and the window itself, effectively pinning him stuck despite his writhing in an attempt to free his body from the bent position, he figured he didn’t have much of a choice.

It was ridiculous, really, how he’d ended up in the position to begin with. One minute he’s dusting the window sill, rickety pane lodged open like usual to allow for fresh air, and the next, with a slip of his house shoes, he tumbles forward and effectively jolts the pane from its position; of course the shabby ass window had decided to jam itself in place at that moment, pinned against his lower back. He’s at least a little relieved the window wasn’t faced toward the front of the house, he could only handle so much embarrassment.

He curses his best friend Kazuha for leaving on that school trip right about now, huffs at the horrible timing, and Signora hadn’t answered the generous amount of calls he’d blew her phone up with. Whore. In short, he had no one else to call and was left with no choice but to dial the last person he’d wanted to see him in this position.

It was out of sheer desperation that he’d alerted Siri to dial the ginger’s phone, now he could only hope the fucker wouldn’t hold the ridiculousness of the situation over his head. He would, Scara just knew.

“Yeah, so-” Scaramouche winces when his rib grinds particularly roughly against the wood of the sill. “Is there any way you could…come home right now?”

Childe sounds breathless on the other end, there’s a loud thud that sounds from Scara’s phone, likely the sound of the ginger moving boxes in the warehouse he’d worked in.

“What for?”

Scaramouche curls his lip in annoyance. “Just- does that matter?”

A scoffed laugh sounds through the other end, “Well yeah. I can’t exactly just up and leave my job, Kuni.”

The raven sniffs, displeased at the nickname. “Don’t call me that- Look I know you can’t, but this is kinda-” He wiggles, “An emergency. ”

At that, Childe sounds much more worried when he speaks again. “Is everything okay? ”

Ah, that got him. “No, you fuckhead. I’m-” His eyes close in embarrassment. “I’m stuck.”

It’s quiet for a moment, like Childe is trying to figure out what he means. “Stuck how? ”

“Stuck like stuck you fucking moron. What else could that mean?”

Childe ignores his curses. “Like, on a roof or some shit? Look, Scara, I know you like cats and everything but even this is too far for yo-”

Scaramouche’s eyes roll and he sneers toward his phone, glares at the ginger’s contact picture. It’s a dopey smiling selfie of Tartaglia next to a very discontent Scaramouche, a picture the ginger uploaded to his contact on his own on the one off chance he’d been able to snatch up Scaramouche’s phone, and the brunette found himself hesitant to delete it, for some reason. Whatever. The picture grates the raven’s nerves about now.

“In a window, asshole. I’m stuck in a window.”

Childe splutters an incredulous laugh. “Well, shit. How did you manage that one? How did you even manage to call? ”

Damn, the man asks a lot of questions. He picked a bad time to be curious. “I was cleaning, something you’d know nothing about, and I fell, and Siri exists, y’know- can you just come home?” Scaramouche growls in response.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d say this was your attempt at roleplay, Scara.” Nice one, Childe. The fucker sounds as smug as he could be, and Scara hisses. Leave it to him to have sex on his mind on a Tuesday afternoon.

“Fuck off, you perv!” Childe simply laughs in response.

There’s more shuffling on the other end, and when Childe speaks once again, he sounds further away, like he’d placed his phone down somewhere. There’s a bead of sweat forming on Scaramouche’s temple, he exhales at the discomfort in his gut.

“Did you try opening it?”

Scaramouche was going to punch the fucker in the face.

He seethes. “No, Childe. I called you because I hadn’t thought of that one. Were you born this stupid or was that just a lifestyle choice?”

Childe huffs his laughter on the other end. “Yeah, take your anger out on me, princess. You’re still the one who got stuck in a window like a moron.”

The raven wriggles in rage, “You bit-“

“Okay, okay.” Childe interrupts, picking his phone up once again. “Let me go tell my boss, I’ll be there as quickly as I can. Try not to have too much fun, yeah?”

It does little to relieve the brunette, seeing as that wasn’t a very clear prediction of time, but he sighs out in annoyance anyway.

“Whatever. Just hurry the fuck up.”

The line disconnects, and Scaramouche groans in relief at the fact he was finally going to be freed from this predicament, then humiliation when he remembers just who was about to help him. He glances back at his ass through the clear glass, eyes widening at the teeny lounge shorts he was wearing, bent over he was most likely…uncomfortably exposed. Oh. He’d forgotten about that part.

“Motherfucker.”

The front door slams shut, jolting Scaramouche from his pity party and he wriggles underneath the window pane in relief, desperate to free his poor tummy from the torture of the sill being lodged against it.

Rapid footsteps shuffle along the floorboards, doors opening and closing distantly in search of the stuck man.

“Scara?” Childe calls out throughout the otherwise empty house.

“In the game room.” He shouts back.

There’s hurried footsteps approaching the room, then the door swings open and Scaramouche screws his eyes shut tightly when he remembers just how lewd this must look. Tiny shorts, bent over, ass facing the door.

And Childe must think so too, if his sudden, uncharacteristic silence was any indication.

Really, Scaramouche’s luck was abysmal.

“Don’t just stand there, asshole.”

When Scara cranes his neck to toss an irritated look behind him, he can faintly see Childe’s widened eyes, and he huffs in mortification when he finds the eyes are very much gawking at his overly exposed asscheeks, and he seems in no particular hurry to help the stuck man.

“Fuck, Kuni. You look straight out of a porno.” Childe starts, amused.

“I fucking know that, just get me out of here.”

Childe tentatively moves toward Scara’s stuck form, and Scara can practically feel Childe’s body heat scalding the backs of his bare thighs when he approaches.

“How do I-“ Childe begins, scratching the suddenly very flushed skin of his neck. Scara wriggles, Childe watches the movement with a sudden rapt attention. His brow quirks at the sight.

“Just, try to open the window?”

Childe clears his throat.

He reaches forward in an attempt to shove the aged wood upwards, and Scaramouche tries not to flush at the way Childe’s groin presses up against his rear absentmindedly. The fucker probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

A grunt leaves the ginger when the wood doesn’t budge at the force.

“Damn, it really is stuck.”

Scaramouche rolls his eyes. “They should give you a Nobel prize, Einstein.”

Childe laughs at that, but it comes out tensed he looks down, he realises with a sudden flush of heat just how close his…dick is to the raven’s ass. His brows furrow when he realises Scara hadn’t cursed him about it, like he usually would if the ginger drifted too close to his personal space. Huh.

“How about I try to pull you out?” He offers to distract himself from the very enticing sight before him.

Scara nods, inhales sharply when he feels the ginger’s gloved hands place themselves on his waist. He tries desperately to ignore how large they are in comparison to his own petite torso. The man’s fingertips practically fucking touched. He shakes the lewd tights from his mind when Childe speaks.

“Ready?” Childe prompts, and when Scara spits a yeah, whatever in response, Childe yanks the smaller man backwards with a shocking amount of force.

“Ow, fuck-!” Scara yelps when he doesn’t budge, when his torso knocks uncomfortably against the small opening of the window.

“Shit, I’m sorry-“ Childe soothes, panicked, palming the fleshiness of Scaramouche’s love handles absentmindedly in his apology. But Scara can’t seem to shake the contact, gentle yet firm.

“Bastard, that hurt.” He wants out. Wants out bad. But with the diligent massaging of his flesh, he finds himself... Oh. He flushes in mortification.

“I know, Kuni. Um…how about we-” Childe wracks his brain for an idea.

It’s quickly lost when he looks down again and finds that…the younger man is shuffling uncomfortably on his feet.

“Are you…” Childe mutters when one of the smaller man's thighs presses against the other, and Scaramouche whines in embarrassment.

“No! Just- shut up.”

But Childe isn’t listening, that part of his brain suddenly entirely flooding with horniness at a magnitude so great it makes his head spin. He can feel his dick swell in his pants when he sees the milkiness of Scaramouche’s thighs rubbing together in unmistakable arousal. The raven was getting off on this.

And suddenly all the seemingly hopeless advances Childe has made toward Scaramouche in the past flutter into his memory.

“You like this.”

Scaramouche’s head hangs low between his shoulder blades in shame, but why does it make him so… tingly? He really needed help if Childe was turning him on. What the fuck?

“No I don’t! I just…get me out.” He begs, weakly, no real bite to his words. Not like usual.

Childe’s palms once again find themselves on Scaramouche’s body, but this time, they’re palming the fleshiness of Scaramouche’s pert ass. Completely unabashed and confident in the way they massage the muscle.

The latter squeaks, jolting away from the contact in shock.

“Childe, you sick freak-“

The ginger raises a palm and gently lands a smack against the raven's left cheek. It jiggles delightfully.

The sound Scaramouche lets out is sinful. They both freeze at the moan, Childe entirely giddy at the newfound revelation and Scaramouche perfectively humiliated that he’d let himself get turned on by a fucking overgrown ginger twink.

“You do like it.” Childe hums, like he was testing a hypothesis that was just proven true. Like a cat that caught the canary, he was far too pleased for Scaramouche’s liking.

Scaramouche sinks his teeth into his lower lip.

“Shut up.”

“Gonna be honest here, Kuni,”

Scaramouche doesn’t have the fight in him to curse the usage of the god awful nickname. Instead, his breath hitches when the ginger grinds his clothed hips into Scaramouche’s equally clothed ass. There’s an unmistakable hardness that prods against him. His mouth runs dry. At least he could note the man wasn’t small…

“This is fulfilling like every fantasy I’ve ever had about you.”

Scaramouche flushes. He’s breathless when he responds.

“You would have fantasies about your roommate you fucking porn addict.”

Childe huffs, amused, with a confident roll of his hips.

“You haven’t thought about me before, Kuni?”

And, to be honest, he had . In the very back, secluded corners of Scaramouche’s mind, he could admit it. Childe was hot, for a lanky ginger who talked far more than was necessary, anyway. And if he’d thought about it, on any off chance he could get at the thought of the himbo ploughing into him with his big, stupid cock, it wasn’t anyone’s business but his and his right hand’s.

But he groans when the roughness of Childe’s hips grind against his clothed entrance.

“Fuck-“

Childe sucks his teeth. “Tell me.”

Scaramouche exhales, practically panting at the way his dick pushes against the tightened material of his shorts.

“Yeah. I have, what about it?” He bites.

Childe sounds delighted, yet unsurprised when he pulls back, swiping his gloved palms up the delicate skin of Scaramouche’s inner thighs. Dangerously close to the hardness.

“Yeah? What do you think about?”

He sounds like he could bust at any moment, like some horny teenager feeling someone up for the first time, it very nearly makes Scaramouche laugh. If only he wasn’t in the same boat.

Scaramouche juts his ass backwards, as best as he can from his fixed position that is, to grind against the taller man’s hardness in retaliation. When he hears Childe’s breath hitch, his brows furrow in just as much arousal.

“Think about-“ He licks his lips. Fine.

Childe massages, prods, squeezes, grinds. Encouraging Scaramouche to continue and give in.

“You, inside me. You’re so big it’d probably hit so deep.” He lets himself be honest, and Childe purrs in appreciation.

Hands leave their position of massaging his nether cheeks to toy with the hem of his lounge shorts, a quiet permission. It’s sweet. Scaramouche spreads his legs in his consent.

“Think about me fucking you, huh?”

Scaramouche groans when Childe yanks the lilac fabric of his shorts down, and his very bare ass is suddenly on display for the ginger to gaze freely. And apparently he doesn’t disappoint.

“God, this ass is fucking crazy.”

Scaramouche jolts when Childe thwacks the flesh once more, this time with much more intent than before. He wiggles.

“Then what do you think about?” He mutters to Childe, curious.

Childe hums, the hands leave for a moment as he undoes his gloves with the sharp sound of velcro, tossing the fabric somewhere forgotten, and Scaramouche keens inwardly at the warm flesh against him when the hands return their harsh kneading.

“Think about you all spread out for me, writhing,” Scaramouche pants when Childe’s thumb very nearly swipes against his rim.

“Think about eating you out ‘till you’re all shakey, fucking you open on my cock so good you can’t even think about being a brat. ”

His hand stings ever more intensely now that his gloves are removed, and Scaramouche hisses at the contact, he feels his flesh blossom and tingle.

“Fucking perv.” Scaramouche whines. “Do something already.”

And Childe wastes no time then, dropping to his knees behind Scara’s bent figure and ogling the pink pucker nestled between the raven’s cheeks. It wasn’t what Scaramouche was expecting, but he can’t say he hates it.

“Want my mouth?”

Scaramouche growls at that, “Obviously.”

But when Childe doesn’t immediately give him what he wants, he lets out a frustrated whine. Why’d Childe have to pick now off all times to be his usual insufferable self?

“Can you ask me nicely?”

“Go fuck yourself.” Scaramouche huffs out a laugh. Yeah right.

A tsk leaves the ginger, who removes his hands entirely.

“Why would I do that when I have a perfectly good bitch right here?”

Scaramouche’s nails scratch against the wooden sill, patience thinning. He didn’t appreciate that one, and Childe could tell.

“Fuck off.”

Childe’s amused quirk of his lips widens, he decides to prod that bruise.

“Ask me nicely to eat you out or I’ll fucking leave you here.”

It’s hardly an empty threat, Childe could be a sadistic ass when he wanted to be, Scaramouche swallows.

“You wouldn’t.” His voice wavers.

When Childe cocks his head, entirely ready to rise to his feet and abandon the raven altogether, Scaramouche wriggles in desperation. Good dammit, fine.

“Fuck okay, please.”

God, he was pathetic. All worked up over having his ass on display, over a few touches.

“Better than that.”

A whine. “Please, I want your mouth, want you so bad, plea-“

Childe, thankfully relents, planting his palm on each cheek and spreading the flesh to present Scaramouche’s hole for his eager mouth. Then he licks a fat stripe up the fluttering entrance without so much as a god damn warning.

Scaramouche turns to fucking jelly at the silkiness of the tongue.

“Unh-!”

He feels disgusting, it feels obscene and he can't help the way his hips jolt back at the sensation of the warm tongue swiping itself across his entrance. It’s entirely foreign, he’s never had anyone do this to him before, never wanted anyone as bad as this. It’s a confusing pleasure.

“What the fu-“

His brows furrow when the tongue wiggles against him.

Childe hums, and Scaramouche’s eyes cross at the vibration that tingles against his nether region. It makes his balls tighten.

Lips leave him with a wet pop, and a thumb prods against the pucker.

“You moan like a whore.” And then Childe presses the digit forward to breach Scaramouche’s walls without prep, and the latter mewls out in shock.

“Fucking- easy Childe!”

But Childe doesn’t listen, he’s good at that it seems, and he prods around to loosen the brunette’s tightened muscles.

“You’re so tight, Kuni,” He observes, breath hot against the backs of Scaramouche’s thighs.

“No one ever fuck you here before?”

Scaramouche sighs out at the intense feeling, he’s hardly able to adjust before Childe is nudging in another finger alongside the first, like he can’t wait to break Scaramouche open for the first time.

“No, but I- fu- ah! I’ve done it…myself before.” He admits, mind fuzzy with the pleasure.

Childe is so divinely skilled with his fingers, they’re long compared to Scaramouche’s own and they wildly out perform them, too.

“You fuck yourself on your fingers and you’re still this tight?” Childe quips, fascinated. “Your fingers just don’t feel like this, do they? They’re too short to give you what you really need.”

Scaramouche pants. “And what? you think I n- need you?”

The ginger doesn’t answer, it floods Scaramouche’s tummy with nerves.

Scaramouche pants when Childe leans forward to spit on the scissoring digits, then his mouth descends lower, and his tongue swipes against Scaramouche’s sack. It’s embarrassing, how Scaramouche tightens around Childe’s fingers, and he rises to his tiptoes in an attempt to ease some of the agonizing pressure. But Childe doesn’t let him, simply follows the writhing of his hips.

“Jesus- Childe, too much too much-”

The fingers speed up at that, because of course they do, and Scaramouche’s calf trembles in overstimulation.

“Childe, shit-” Tears prick at his eyes.

The ginger lets out a growl of satisfaction at the way Scaramouche’s body seizes, like he’s already familiar with it, familiar with the way his toes curl and his spine arches. Perhaps Scaramouche was easier to break than he’d thought.

The slurping of Childe’s mouth against Scaramouche’s perineum is lewd, obscene, and Scaramouche is close. Really close. It seems Childe already knows this, because just as Scaramouche begins to feel himself about to spurt against Childe’s fingers, they leave him entirely.

Scaramouche sobs when his balls clench tight, his orgasm ripped from him instantaneously.

“You fucking jackass, why did you-?”

Childe growls, rising to his feet in a blur, yanking his belt free from the loops with trembling, spit slicked fingers. He looks feral, the horniness flushing his freckled cheeks and blowing his pupils beyond his diamond irises. The hardness beneath his work jeans is painful, and he makes quick work of freeing his length from the confines.

“Shut up.”

While Scara can’t exactly see Childe’s length, he sure can feel it when Childe nestles it against his crack. It’s heavy, and he can hear when Childe puckers his lips to spit on the shaft as some sort of makeshift lube, then he’s pulling his hips back to sink the tip beyond Scaramouche’s loosened rim.

It very nearly punches the air from the brunette’s lungs, who can’t seem to stop squirming as the inches sink into what feels like his fucking guts . Childe must notice it too, because his palms press against Scaramouche’s lower back to pin him the fuck still.

“Take it,” Childe drawls, his voice sounds gravelly and beyond gone, and Scaramouche’s eyes widen at the drastic shift in persona. This was not the Childe he knew, the polite and well mannered man was now some… beast about to pound Scaramouche nine ways to Sunday.

“Childe- how fucking big are you?” Scaramouche heaves, hole greedily swallowing inch by agonizing inch. He’s astounded he could fit the fucker inside him without lube , but even with the arousal making him delirious and loosening his body, he can feel the stinging stretch of Childe’s dick splitting him open. And he hasn’t even bottomed out yet, Scaramouche doesn’t know how much more he can take. Perhaps he overestimated himself, or underestimated Childe .

“H-half.” Childe pants, faltering when he feels resistance. His mind swims when he looks down to peer at where their bodies are connected.

Scaramouche gasps wetly, “You're only half way in?!” He begins to thrash against Childe’s palms. “I can’t take that- holy sh-”

A rumbling sounds deep from within Childe’s chest, protesting at what sounds like Scaramouche’s hesitance. He needed to be buried in him, now. He couldn’t handle being denied this far along. Not when Scara was so tight wrapped around him.

“You can take you, you can,” He insists.

“Childe, I can’t-“

Scaramouche has no time to prepare himself as Childe’s hips surge forward to sheath himself beyond the slick walls, and Scaramouche’s muscles go rigid with a wail when he feels himself become impaled .

“Ungh-!”

His vision goes white with agony, he can barely even fully cry properly from how full he suddenly becomes, every twitch and jostle has the ridiculous length prodding painfully against every part of his insides. If he thought before was bad, this is torture on an entirely unprecedented level.

And then he’s cumming, legs trembling so intensely Childe has to hold him up with a shocked, pained cry when the muscles clamp down on his length. He’d hardly expected the brunette to break so soon, and it has some sick, animalistic part of his brain going haywire.

Scaramouche can hardly feel anything other than pure, unadulterated pleasured agony as it rolls through his body, it hurts so bad but he fucking loves it, mouth dropping open in a silent scream when Childe rolls his hips to fuck him through it. Semen spurts from his cock, splattering onto the floor beside their feet with disgusting plap’s.

Childe whines, pressing a palm against Scaramouche’s lower back to pummel his hips against the shorter man’s ass. Like a fucking dog in heat, he pays no mind to the way Scaramouche is sobbing in pained bliss, all he can hear is the pathetic ah ah ah’s leaving his mouth with every thrust.

“S’ fucking good ah-!” Scaramouche slurs, fucked out of his mind and so beyond delirious all he can do is take take take. The length fucks into him like it has one mission, some carnal intent to breed his imaginary womb, and then he begins to beg for it.

Childe yanks him back onto his cock by his hips, spearing Scaramouche onto his length and it gives the latter no room to adjust to the pressure.

“Please-“ He pants, feeling the oozing droplets of remaining semen dripping from the weeping tip of his softening cock against his thighs. He begs to be filled, begs for the man to flood him full.

“Fill me, please, please, Ajax-“

Childe exhales sharply at that, like the usage of the nickname he’d practically begged Scaramouche to use, to which he’d always been rejected, snapped him from whatever salacious frenzy he’d fallen into, and then he shoves forward to bury himself as far as he can beyond Scaramouche’s walls. His balls clench, once, then twice, and then he’s releasing his load deep into Scaramouche’s hole.

“Fuck-!” He growls, fingertips sinking painfully into Scaramouche’s asscheeks, pulling them apart to watch the way the hole struggles to accommodate for his length.

“Yes, yes-“ Scaramouche babbles, and with one final thrust of Childe’s hips,

the window unlatches itself from its stuck position with a sickening crack.

Childe’s head darts up in surprise at the unmistakable sound of breaking wood, and Scaramouche freezes against him. But neither of them move to stop the shallow thrusts of Childe’s hips for a long moment, ensuring Scaramouche milks him for everything he’s got.

A winded pant leaves Scaramouche when Childe’s hips halt and he blinks the white spots from his vision.

“Did…did it just-”

Childe eases himself from Scaramouche hesitantly after the throbbing of his balls has ceased, Scara winces at the rawness of his asshole. He was going to kill the fucking ginger. When he could walk again.

Scaramouche looks over his shoulder to meet Childe’s widened eyes, who appears far more normal and satiated now that he’d absolutely demolished Scaramouche ass.

Then, Childe leans forward in an attempt to raise the window. And…

It marvellously raises without an issue.

Childe scoffs incredulously, shrugging at Scaramouche’s narrowed expression.

“You’re disgusting. My ass hurts, you fucking pervert.” Scaramouche accuses, back to his usual, bratty self.

The ginger balks, tucking himself back into his jeans and leaning down to tug Scaramouche’s lounge shorts back up his shaky legs.

“Hey, you wanted it just as much as I did!”

Scaramouche winces when he raises back up to a normal standing position, rubbing a palm over his sore, raw tummy, and his palm stills when he finds his lower stomach is bloated from the sheer amount of semen inside him.

Apparently Childe has noticed this as well, for he wears an aggravatingly smug smile that grates Scaramouche’s nerves, and he cocks his head in that insufferable way he knows best. He wiggles his brows.

“Think I got you pregnant?”

Scaramouche hisses when the ginger speaks, raising his palm to smack him upside the head with a shocked ‘sicko!’

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[Name]: Vance is playing hard to get. [Name]: Little does he know, I'm a master at playing hard to get rid of.

Finney: Did it hurt when you fell- [Name]: From heaven? Wow, I didn’t think you were such a flirt- Finney: No, I meant when you fell down the stairs. [Name]: Finney: You just laid there for 15 minutes.

[Name]: The stars are so beautiful... Robin: They're just giant balls of gas. [Name]: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then- Robin: And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. [Name]: Oh...

⟶ ᓚᘏᗢ ⟵

AN: yeah that's all

©KEI-LUV. please do not translate or repost any of my work on any other platform, or claim any of it as your own. 2023

#male reader #gn!reader #gn reader #tbp #tbp incorrect quotes #the black phone #the black phone x male reader #the black phone x gn reader #incorrect quotes #the black phone incorrect quotes

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hopeisour4letteredword · 2 years

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its true luv

[ID 1: A two-panel comic with characters in white on a pink-to-peach gradient background. They are shaded with pink. It features Tales of Vesperia characters. Yuri Lowell is dressed in a suit and tie, with a corsage and a veil; Flynn Scifo is wearing an elaborate high-necked top with a feathered capelet. Other characters are in vaguely implied dress clothes. In the first panel, Yuri, Estellise, and Flynn are seen from the chest-up. Yuri has his eyes closed and is blushing slightly despite a stern expression as he speaks a text post by tumblr user greelin, which reads, “the best way to play gay chicken is to do it in a lasting way. a long con. anyway we’re married now.” Across from him, Flynn beams, blushing with tears of joy in his eyes and dark pink hearts floating around him. Estellise stands between them with an officiant’s book, looking fond but exasperated. In the second panel, Yuri and Flynn are shown from the back, holding hands as they walk away from the viewer. Judith, Raven, Karol, Patty, and Rita all stand around them, cheering and clapping and throwing flower petals. More dark pink hearts float around Flynn and Yuri, and a bouquet can be seen in Yuri’s free hand. Yuri stubbornly “speaks” the next part of the post, which reads “he’ll crack. one day. One day i’ll get him. but for now. honeymoon” ID 2: A one-panel comic with characters in white on a pink-to-red-orange gradient background. They are shaded with red-pink. It features Flynn and Yuri from Tales of Vesperia. Flynn, visible from behind from the hips up, looms over Yuri, fists clenched in his collar. He is trembling with suppressed rage and has anger symbols drawn on the back of his head. Yuri is shown from the chest up, and holds his hands up placatingly. His expression is somewhat confused and concerned, although he is still smiling as he speaks a text post by tumblr user pibblepunk, reading “Hey bro why did your healthbar just appear. Do you need to talk about somethin.” Off to the side of Yuri’s speech bubble, “lol” is written in cursive. /End ID]

#fluri #flynn scifo #yuri lowell #tales of vesperia #quote source tumblr #quote source tumblr user greelin #quote source tumblr user pibblepunk

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bigdsgirl · 3 months

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Live thoughts of Doctor Slump Finale

Because I don't I have the capacity to do anything else

If you open the cut and go "damn heidi chill", here is a summary of my reaction:

Warning: this will not be coherent. :)

THEY MAKING ALCOHOL TOGETHER! He wants to celebrate every moment with her!!! I am in LOVE!!!

HE MADE HIS OWN NOODLES!!!! Ba-da!! I am so proud of you!!!!

Lol Jeong woo, you know how to be too honest

omg y'all reliving the magical evening - same girlies, same

Ba-da's first PAYYYYYYYYYYYCHECK!!!! Proud of our lil worm <3

he wants to buy her meat!!!!!! stop!!!! as an elder sister, this is a MOMENT! and the photoshoot is everything. a plus.

boy time boy time! these two crack me up. truly besties forever

let's fight! fight to the death! ah yes, never change

I've been watching too much dune, that's all I could think about when I saw the patient

look at our girl! being a supportive professor <3

thoughtful boyfriend (husband of my heart)

oh no this man thinks she is gonna say yes

the HAIR FLIP I LOVE HIM!

oh wait wait wait so what was she gonna say if she found out about the US stuff AFTER talking about their date!!!

he is so babygirl <3 my PRINCESS i luv him

the honesty about his nerves! let's communicate!

SO SHE WAS GONNA SAY YES AJGKFLGDJALKGJd

oh fuck that's an amazing opportunity - she's gotta do it! she's gotta!

I want you to always follow your heart - I am deceased they are so amazing together

most mature drama (in the best fucking way ugh this makes me so happy)

and I know he is still stressed and freaking, but that his first move is to make sure she goes! gah!

LOL the VASE! THE STEAK! this man is dying a bit inside

he was made for this role, his monologues kill me! every time!

the worming on the bed LOOOOL

bestie cheer jeong-woo up! right! now! <3

the leave and let me be in the elevator and Dr. Bin's response -- i am in stitches!!

LETS FREAKING GO HONG RAN!! Baddie of the century!!! fuck yeah! the wink agjdlkfgjalkdfg

wait! girly! please! don't resign! where you going I love you putting Dr. Bin in his place! wait never mind she wants to travel, I support this <3

I am leaving to pursue my happiness! that's RIGHT!

sad puppy jeong-woo is everything to me. i just wanna squish his cheeeeeks!

oh the perfect words, just what he needed to hear.

these two are just giving me cavities LEFT AND RIGHT!!!!

they are so supportive of each other! they talk it out! they love each other! i LOVE THEM SO MUCH!

my dramatic prince - omfg they are sobbing together already lkajfgaldk;fgjadfklgj

oh wait they TOOK BACK THE OFFER???? oh wait that did not go where I thought it would.

oh girl you gotta blurt it out. TELL HIM NOW.

Jeong-woo is a water sign right ? as a big three triple water sign, he's GOTTA BE!

THE PARTY JAKLDFJGLKAF - this is gonna be hilarious. i love the flower on uncle's head hehehehe

the sad singing oh my god this is so funny

wait he SAW! omg! what! and the dramatics, silly gooses

I am so glad she advocated for herself - even if she didn't go her way and she was just expressing her frustration.

god they have grown so much, it's so beautiful to see

he took classes! my beloveds!

oh she's taking the test! and it's improved! oh I am so happy for her. what a beautiful journey we have been on together.

i love the message that getting better is not being happy again, it's about building strength and confidence that you can step through the difficult moments

oh Dr. Bin, don't dig yourself into a hole ya dumb dumb (love you though)

mother son bonding! love this

I am going to miss Ha-neul's mom so much. she is such a beautiful soul. 😭😭😭😭

I was wondering when my Kopiko ad placement would arrive, and A+ work

Hong-ran please, I can't take this romantic speech now. I am weak.

omg! Jeong-woo is opening his own clinic! omg HE TOLD HIM TO GO! I adore you sir.

these two have my heart.

FANCY CAR FOR MY FANCY MAN! Love it and him. ooooooooo sir you look fab in the fancy suit. bahaha, i love the switch to reality and how much happier he is! <;3

oh my, what a gorgeous clinic (working at a FQHC, our clinics so different lol)

WAIT WHO IS THIS GIRL???????????????????? omg. omg uncle get the girl let's freaking GO. wait. wait. oh my fucking god he opened this for HER? someone hold me, I am going to faint.

the little wave at her husband's grave, I am unwell.

Dr. Bin -- i'm sorry but oh my god what are you doing. his daughter just staring at him, i love it.

oh my god the photo of the four of them on her desk!!!! *screaming*

is the anesthesiologist gonna be a private detective?

aw man, he's gonna go work for our king jeong-woo, still dope tho.

WELL GO SEE THE SUNRISE NOW YA CUTIES!

*sobs at all these beautiful moments*

Jeong-woo, you are a better man than I, I would be spitting on that grave : )

what a gorgeous sunrise, what gorgeous beans!

WEDDING PHOTOSHOOT IS NEXT WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!! JGKLDAGFJDLAKFGJ

he's so excited to get his answer i love them

running on the beach??? bye. I will be dying now from all this love.

oh my god the photoshoot at all the spots important to them AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

in conclusion: i love them and i adore this drama.

#kdrama #doctor slump #WHYYYYYYYYYYY MUST IT BE OVER #my joy #ugh i love them #yeo jeong woo #nam ha neul #bin dae young #lee hong ran #heidi watches doctor slump #heidi watches

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shimmer-wing11 · 1 year

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Crack Strikas Episode one: True Wisdom

Key:

Y/N- Your name

Y/g- your gender

H/c- hair color

H/l- hair length

E/c- eye color I know on my previous post I said that the crack shots would be platonic, but I can’t turn up the chance to give Y/N the harem that they deserve. Obvi there won’t be much, and u can just ignore that part, but I couldn’t resist. Thanks to @c28hunter who gave me the idea for this. If you have an idea for another episode, shoot me a request! I’m more than willing to write! Also, this really isn’t crack, it’s just stupid, but it’s basically the same thing, right? Alrighty, y’all are done with reading me ramble on, so here’s the crack shot.

One’s appearance has a great impact on their life. Whether you have a dark complexion with the most startling bright eyes, or the palest skin with cute little freckles dotting your face, it will affect how you are perceived. And that is where we will begin this story.

They say wisdom comes with age, and what better way to show your age than a long white beard? Of course, if it comes naturally, then you have nothing to worry about. If not, one must go to extra measures to showcase their wisdom. One of these men is none other than the old and ‘wise’ coach of FC Nakama, Uri Giri.

“Miko!” Y/N gasped, as they noticed the black haired striker. With no hesitation, they rushed and jumped at the startled man. Shaking off his shock in less than a moment, he swiftly catches the annoying little bug despite the burning feeling on his face.

“Ohayo, Y/N, but was jumping on me really necessary?” He blinked down at them, as a crap eating grin snaked onto their face.

“Yessss, because I luv youuuu!” They cheered. The inside of his chest hammered at the statement. From the direction Y/N came, one of their friends popped out.

“Y/N!!! GET BACK HERE!” KitKat, a short brunette screamed as she rushed towards them, “Go back to bed, you drunk!”

“I’m not drunk! And I don’t want to go to bed! I wanna tell Miko about what I saw his coach doing!” Y/N babbled from their perch in said player’s arms. KitKat shook her head annoyedly.

“You didn’t see anybody except some random CLEAN SHAVEN man and me, not Uri Giri. It’s hard to miss the beard of that man. Now come on, time for bed,” The short girl rolled her eyes and held out her arms to receive the drunk y/g

“But that dude was him! He was putting on a beard, I saw it! He went into a different room and put one on,” They whined as they were handed off, albeit hesitantly by the soccer player.

“What do you mean? Are you sure it was Uri Giri sensei?” Miko questioned down at them.

“You bet! He was at that bar just down the street. So much for honor. He was drunk as heck,” Y/N giggled then burped, which elicited an even bigger fit of laughter from the y/g. After they calmed down from their slap happiness, their eyes became heavy, and soon soft snoring could be heard from them.

“Do you require assistance in bringing them to the hotel?” Miko questioned KitKat who shuffled the sleeping sack of potatoes on her shoulder around.

“Yes please. They are really freaking heavy,” the brunette wheezed, and handed them off.

“And you are also tiny.”

“Hey! I’m not that small!”

Nakama sulked in defeat. Not only did they lose their match, but their coach had lied to them as well. The silence in the locker room was tense and awkward, for nobody knew what to say. The door then slammed open, as an infuriated Y/N stormed in the room.

“Your coach is a bit-“

“Y/N, language, please,” Miko cut the angry comment off. They gazed around the room and huffed.

“Are you guys just going to sit here? Like seriously?” They clicked their tongue in disappointment.

“There is nothing we can do,” Kendo, the goalkeeper sighed dramatically.

“Are you sure? Cuz I have a pretty darn good plan to fudge up his life,” Y/N grinned, looking around the room at all the curious faces.

“Long day means long rest, and it has been very long day,” Uri Giri grumbled as he dragged his feet through his home. Stepping into the safety of his bedroom, he removed his fake beard. It was truly easy to fool his team into believing he had a beard, showing his wisdom by his old age. The thought brought a chuckle to his lips.

The coach practically collapsed onto his bed, and within a few moments, he was knocked out cold, snoring like a dying bison.

~~ Time skip brought to you by El Matador failing at the Macarena ~~

Uri Giri’s back was what stirred him awake early in the morning. It hurt like crazy, and so with much pushing, he finally managed to get up. After performing a few stretches, the old man excited his room, fake beard in hand.

Outside he heard yelling, conversing, and especially laughing. It surrounded his house, so without thought, he tied on his beard, and peered out the window. A flock of people were gathered outside his house, most of which were laughing uncontrollably at their phones.

In an instant, he noticed his team, as well as their two annoying friends. They had stupid suspicious grins on their faces. What had they done now?

Without hesitation, Uri Giri slammed open his front door.

“What are you doing at my house?!” The man screamed, startling everyone. But soon they returned to laughing, and began pointing at him mockingly. Anger bubbled up in him.

“Why would he do that? Is he trying to look wise or something?”

“He looks so stupid!”

Having enough, the coach exclaimed,“What is the meaning of this?”

The closest person to Uri Giri, a tall lanky black haired man, shoved a phoned into his face.

There, on the video, it showed Uri Giri removing his beard in the safety of his bedroom. The old man spluttered.

“WHO DID THIS?”

“Your team uploaded it to YouTube,” The man beside him stated before walking off.

“GAHHHHH!”

“Did you see his face? It was awesome!” Y/N was laughing their butt off.

“Now I think he should know true wisdom is to not mess with his team,” Miko nodded, along with the rest of his team.

Yeah. Don’t mess with them, or you’ll have your beard exposed. Well, uh, if you have one. If not, prolly just your biggest secrets, nothing too much.

#Supa Strikas #Supa Strikas crack #Supa Strikas x reader #Reader insert #x Reader #Nakama FC #Uri Giri #Nakama FC x reader

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bangtansmauyeondan · 2 years

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THIRTY-FIVE | S01 E03 - See You in Two Years (drabble after the images)

Pairing: In-Studio Director!Jungkook x Stage Director!Fem Reader

Genre: rivals au, social media au, frenemies to lovers, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, crack.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: explicit language, mentions of abandonment, alcohol consumption, harmless scheming, dare, bet, smut

Summary: It has always been the battle of the best between you and your college rival, Jungkook. What happens when years later, you cross paths again working for the same network broadcasting company, and the competitive flame is rekindled? Well, a whole new drunken bet that determines your futures wasn’t in your line of vision but here you are… and you have until 35.

SERIES TAGLIST: @fragmentof-indifference @babyboo22 @bnagtanx1306 @dionysusenthusiast @luaspersona @timelessruins @royallyjjk @sandraviolante-blog @quarter-life-crisis2 @jub-jub @pb-n-juju

PERMANENT TAGLIST: @astronaut-jin-moon @persphonesorchid @thatbangtanjagiya @taestefully-in-luv @btsstan12 @bts-reveries @blog-name-idk @madbutgloriouspond @pamzn @wrmnssoul @ygbubs @halesandy @jayhope88 @bnagtanx1306 @pinkseokchim @busanbby-jjk @babycandy111

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CHEERS is a popular club in the city and getting in on a weekend seemed impossible, unless of course you’re friends with the owner. In this case, well, you’re not— but DK is. A short walk from your office was all it took for you to end up in the brightly neon-lit halls of the club, the owner Seungcheol himself letting you in and walking you to the spiral staircase that would lead to your VIP booth.

“So you guys are not only treating us to booze, but you got us the best seat in the house too, huh,” Namjoon said, impressed, scanning the dance floor below.

“This is only like the second time I have stepped in here and I have to admit, that logo is making me hungry for dessert…” Hoseok pointed at the club’s logo in the form of a massive neon light cherry illuminating the opposite wall.

“Is DK coming?” Jungkook nudged you, speaking a little bit closer to your ear over the blaring music in the club.

“Yeah, he’s already here,” you eyed the bar trying to look for your bestfriend, and as if on cue Mingyu and DK appeared on top of the stairs holding multiple bottles of beer by the neck on both hands. “Oh here!”

“First round on me!” Mingyu exclaimed, struggling to put down the beer on the table. Sohyun jumped to her feet to help him out, “Be careful, you clumsy ass.”

“Whoa…” Mingyu looked at her with puppy eyes. “I just bought you a drink and you called me a clumsy ass.” He continued pouting. “Wait ‘til my wife hears about this.”

“Oh sorry!” Sohyun giggled. “That’s a slip of the tongue.”

“You’re clumsy though,” DK countered, which made everyone laugh and Mingyu’s frown deepen.

“Yah… enough of the teasing and let’s get this celebration started,” Yoongi smirked while reaching for two bottles and effortlessly opening one with the other.

—

As the night deepened, multiple rounds of beer and cocktails have been served to your table as well. You were all excited and buzzing about the new morning show, that even social-drinker Hoseok has gone over his alcohol limit, causing him to just sit there with droopy eyes and just listen to everyone talk.

“You okay, bro?” Namjoon checked in with his friend.

“Yeah, I’m just thinking,” Hoseok answered flatly.

“Thinking?” Yoongi asked incredulously. “How can one even think straight in this situation?”

“I’m just thinking… Since Jungkook and YN are so competitive and are always trying to one up each other, if we ask them if they’re excited about the show, I’m afraid they would start fighting over who’s more excited than who.” Hoseok voiced out his thoughts nonchalantly as if you and Jungkook are not sitting on the same table.

“Bold of you to assume I’m that excited for the morning show,” you scoffed. “Just thinking of working with Jungkook is already doing my head in…” you rolled your eyes. “Is this contractual? How long do I have to work with him?”

You’re sitting in the booth right next to him and you could feel the way his eyes bore into your skin, making you internally smile.

“Yah…” Jungkook couldn’t believe his ears. “If you don’t like working with me, my distaste of working with you is twice as much.” Jungkook scrunched up his nose.

“Oh yeah, you should have opted out then,” you challenged. “Mingyu is perfectly capable of handling it anyway, why do we need two directors?” You smiled smugly at him before biting your straw and sipping your drink.

Jungkook got momentarily distracted by your plump wine-colored lips wrapping around the straw that he licked his lips on instinct. “Well…” He collected himself. “We have two directors, exactly. We didn’t need you.”

Hoseok stared straight between you as you bickered, piercing holes on the leather seat. He’s five seconds away from passing out on the table.

You turned your body in an angle to face him and raised your brows, “You need me. You need my expertise with the live show outside.” You poked his nose with the tip of your index finger. “You can’t yell ‘CUT!’ in the middle of a live performance, Jeon.”

“You know what…” Jungkook raised his voice a bit higher causing Mingyu and DK, who had just been giggling throughout the exchange, to be on alert. Even the rest of the guys’ attention is now on him. “You’re fucking right…” Jungkook burst out laughing. “You’re right, I’ll give you that,” Jungkook nodded in defeat.

“I know I am,” you fluttered your eyelashes at him causing him to shake his head with a smile.

Namjoon’s phone started ringing just then and a few minutes later, he’s already saying his goodbyes and dragging Hoseok along to take him home.

“That would be me in a few months…” Yoongi commented after Namjoon left.

“Oh yeah, how’s the wedding planning coming along?” Sohyun asked.

“Perfectly,” Yoongi nodded as he spoke. “My fiancée hired a good wedding planner and won’t let us lift a finger. They got everything we wanted down to the tee. All we have to do is just wait for the day.”

“Wow, lucky you. The first wedding planner that we talked to failed to book the venue that we wanted.” DK shook his head. “We’re thinking of changing the date, but I really couldn’t help out much with the planning because of the musical.”

“We have six shows left, D. That would breeze right past.” You said reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it, Nara understands that for sure.”

“Hey sorry, I just noticed something…” Yoongi leaned back on his seat. “Didn’t you all go to the same uni?”

“Unfortunately…” Mingyu sighed.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You smacked his arm and it sent him into fits of giggles.

“Same uni, same program, same classes…” Jungkook droned on.

“Same house parties,” DK added.

“Same house parties!” Mingyu threw his head back in laughter and reached out to DK for a high-five.

Sohyun’s eyes widened in surprise, “Wow, you guys go way back…”

Yoongi squinted his eyes on all four of you, “None of you guys hooked up with Yn?”

“Hey! That’s inappropriate, Yoongs!” You called out.

“What?” Yoongi asked innocently.

“Nah, Yn was rowdy and unladylike back then…” Jungkook pulled you in the gentlest bro-hug and rubbed the top of your head. “She used to outdrink us too.”

“Ow!” You pushed Jungkook away. “Get off me, Jeon!”

“Okay, so let’s see…” Yoongi leaned in on the table, cogwheels are turning in his head. “Mingyu is married, DK is engaged, Jungkook is single, Yn is single. You two never thought about dating?”

Sohyun almost spat out her drink. “I’m still single too. These days, it’s normal to be single in your 30s.”

“Yeah but you’re thirty, Sohyun. These two…” he pointed at you and Jungkook, “... are both thirty-three.”

“Why are you suddenly attacking us?” you deadpanned. “What’s wrong with being single at thirty-three? We’re busy people!”

“Are you sure you didn't make a pact at graduation that when you reach fifty and are still single, you will marry each other?” Mingyu asked.

“Damn, Yn… are you holding out for me?” Jungkook looked at you with puppy eyes.

“You’re unbelievable!” You scoffed. “I’m telling you, everyone…” You looked around the room. “I may be single tonight but I’m gonna settle down within the next two years.”

“Woohoo! That’s fast!” DK hooted on his seat. “Is this with the singer that Jimin and Byul introduced you to?”

“Maybe…” You playfully wiggled on your seat to the beat of the music, already feeling the effects of the alcohol.

“Yah…” Jungkook angled his body to face you. “If you’re not married to whatshisname, whoever that is in two years time, you’re marrying me.”

Yoongi threw his head back in laughter at Jungkook’s statement. To say that he didn’t see this coming would be a lie.

“Well Jeon…” you turned to him and gently stroked his cheek with the back of your fingers. “How about if I end up marrying Kim Seokjin within the next two years, you will be my right-hand person, planning every little detail with my maid of honor to the tee…” you said sweetly.

“Okay…” Jungkook choked.

“... and paying for the venue and the caterer too.” You added through gritted teeth.

“Are you that confident?” Jungkook challenged you in a low voice, sending a shiver down your spine.

The glint of amusement in Yoongi’s eyes was apparent as he watched the exchange between you two.

“I am,” you turned your chin up. “Pay for my wedding in two years time.” You held out your hand and offered him a handshake to seal the deal.

“See you in two years then… You will walk down the aisle and meet me at the end of it.” Jungkook took your hand and brought it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

•••

A/N: What do you think of the dare? 😂

#bangtansmauyeondan #35!jungkook #35!jk #thirty five au #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #jungkook fluff #jungkook smut

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mr-voorhees-husband · 2 years

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HIHIHI IM BACK :D

First of all, thank you sm for taking my previous request. I loved what you wrote sm 😭❤️

I was thinking... 2004 Ozzy receiving a timid peck on the lips from his future S/O for the first time after going through quite a few dates? And some fluffy headcanons on their relationship! Basically a continuation with the shy yet poilte and affectionate reader, if that's cool with you 👉🏻👈🏻

Their sappy relationship is going to be the death of the other villains but Oswald will be even more flirty toward his S/O in front of them to upset them further 😶

Thanks ily/p :*

- Pengy Anon

IM CURRENTLY WORKING ON A TWOFACE THINGY BUT THATS REALLY LONG SO IMMA GET THIS OUT AS QUICK AS POSSIBLE!!

Also kinda workd for any penguin, but it was written with 2004 in mind like pengy wanted <3

Warnings: soft,,, kisses,, luv him

Reader: gender neutral, shy, implied anxiety, implied villain

Oswald was chattering about his most recent heist, resting a hand on your waist as you two walked. He was a good bit shorter than you, and it wasn't uncommon to gain some... rude looks. Yet that never mattered to you. Why would it? You had a perfectly adorable, sweet, gentleman by your side that made your heart beat quicker.

If only he'd make the first move.

It wasn't that you doubted Oswald didn't like you, you'd already been on 5 dates, currently walking home (which was really just the Cobblepot home that now housed several villains) from your 6th. In any situation, a rational person would just make their own first move, and while you wanted to, you always backed out.

"Dear?" You were knocked out of your thoughts by Oswald's voice, his ramblings coming to a standstill. "You're quiet, more so than normal." He cracked a grin at his own joke, letting out that laugh you found oddly adorable.

"Just... thinking."

"Yes, I noticed." Oswald stopped walking, and in a case of odd coincidence (or was it fate?) under a pink flower tree, lit by the moon. Such a typical romantic scene, you thought to yourself, almost bitterly. He didn't miss the odd look in your eye, something sad and upset that he couldn't really understand. "Dear? Is everything alright?"

"I..." Your voice trailed off, finally locking eyes with your beautiful bird. With the barest hesitation, you cupped his face, moving so fast to press a soft, quick kiss to his cheek. Originally you had planned to kiss him, properly, but, you really couldn't manage to it. "Stop being such a gentleman.. please?"

"Oh." Oswald reached up, laying his hand to the cheek you kissed. For a moment, he stared, before his lips broke out into a face splitting grin. You'd never seen him so happy, you realized, before he was grabbing you down and pressing a proper kiss to your lips. It was soft, sweet, and so much like your precious penguin.

"Why didn't you just say so, my love?"

"Finally!" Harley cheered, immediately having her mouth covered by Mr. Freeze. She pouted, glaring at the ice-themed villain as he peered over the edge of the building. Watching the esteemed villains continue their walk back to the safe house.

"Took them long enough." Ivy hummed, leaning against one of her vines as she watched with the other villains. The tree, of course, was her doing, she knew that you wouldn't be able to deny how romantic it was. "Does this mean Oswald will stop complaining?"

"Most likely, though" Riddler twirled his cane with a contemplating hum, "now we'll have to deal with him boasting about his new partner."

"Great, he won't even chill now that we've got them together." Freeze muttered bitterly, being met with an offended slap against his helmet from the red and black jester.

#penguin 2004 #oswald cobblepot 2004 #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald copplepot #batman 2004 #the batman 2004

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mostly-mercy-vore · 11 months

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"Gym Rat? More like...Tracer Fat!"

[Lena x Reader]

CW: Vore/ Post vore Weight gain /Digestion / Prey Reader

Kathump Kathump Kathump Kathump Kathump Kathump. Lena's heavy feet slapped the treadmill. Her fat thighs wobbling, her big, overfed butt cheeks jigging like jelly in orange shorts. Shorts that once fit, but now were overstuffed with plush, British fat. The seams in her butt stretched so tight you could almost see her crack.

Well, no you could see her crack. Just the top. Two big blobs like biscuit dough rising above the waistband, smooshed together, and cut in half by a waistband that was doing it's very fucking best to accommodate her fattened up rear. Lena was pink in the face, but grinning ear to ear. Staring down at her round full belly. She let out a little gigglesnort watching the round soft orb slosh and bob, slapping against her big fat thighs as she jogged on the treadmill. "Cheer up Luv, B'sides bein' a great source of protein, pred girls need ta learn to run on a full stomach." She grabbed a great big handful of...well...whatever was left of you. Her belly felt soft, a two inch layer of fat making it soft and marshmellowy to the touch. Like a squishy waterballoon with something semi solid still moaning inside. You shudder and slosh at her touch, but can't escape Lena manhandling you in her tum. Tracer slows to a waddle on the treadmill. Gulping Predorade (gobble berry to be exact) out of a gallon jug. She gives her gut a vigorous shake, and you slosh, doing everything you can to keep your head above the rising pool of acid and Sports drink. "Oh please...Oh please...Oh please..." You moan your limbs push and scrape against the inside walls of her tum, but it's so slippery you just keep sliding onto your back, her little bust resting atop your face as you struggled to keep from drowning as you digested into more soft pred fat. The sound of your pleading nothing but muffled noises that made Lena (if she had to admit it) a little wet. "Awe, don't be that way Luv, yer doin such a good job!" She heaved her tummy and craned her neck smooching the top of your head, as her belly let out a high pitched gurgle: it was done toying with you. Tracer let it drop, and you bounced and wobbled in her bloated, satisfied tum, with a gurgled "nnmmmmmmmm!" you slid onto your back, your ass hitting her belly button, and your neck sliding down to the back of the round sack digesting you, submerged beneath acid and salty energy drink. Lena was gonna get FAT off of you. With a light hearted giggle, Tracer sped up: predgirls needed to learn run on a full stomach, made chasing down witnesses so much easier. "Guuuoooaaaaarrrp." Tracer guffawed stupidly amused by her loud belch. "Phwoar that was a good one! Eh?" Lena thumped her gut and you let out a bubbling yell, that only resulted in less air for you and another "Uurrp" for your bubbly, cheerful pred.

You slowly began to lose consiousness, signing up to be Tracer's personal trainer had seemed like such a sweet gig. You knew she'd been running through them, the tabloids kept talking about it, and every picture she seemed to be getting fatter and plumper. You thought for sure you'd be the one to help her slim down. How hard could it be to get a sprinter to drop a few pounds?

"Oi, Luv" Lena whispered a half surpressed smirk creeping into her lips, her eyes twinkling. "No use belly achin'" Tracer's barely surpressed grin cracked into laughter. "No pain no gain, right?" She gave her tummy a wink, and slapped her hands to her tum as she doubled over giggling. Lena slowed to a waddle again, throwing back her head and gigglesnorting into a cute fit. Giggling into a burp, then giggling again, before giggling into another burp. Until finally she had to switch off the treadmil, and stumble over to the bench for a sit.

Her tum sloshed you about as she turned. Her knees shook as she began to lower her butt to the (frankly thin looking varnished wood) bench. Tracer didn't sit, so much as fell ass first onto the bench. Collapsing under her own chub, and your added weight.

"Lookin' a bit round and soft there Luv, you still with me?" The bench creaked and groaned, soft butt fat spilling out of her shorts, as her thong and crack bulged out of the waistband. Her chubby cheeks hanging over the edge. Tracer playfully shook her tum and got no response. "Huh. Guess you really are just fat now. Psst, do us a favor Luv, my butt just keeps getting bigger, and bigger, do us a favor and go somewhere else for once." She cupped her modest B cups and squeezed them, pouting. "Though I don't mind having a big butt, tell you what, between you and me..." She pet her tum squeezing and pressing into it here and there, "...its kinda fun sitting on cute girls before I gobble them up. So I'm not gonna be too mad. Just these shorts are about knackered." Lena pat her big butt, and as if on cue, a loud rip signaled the crotch of her shorts giving out. "Awe fudge. I gotta wear these out today. Don't suppose ya brought a change of clothes did ya? Maybe some really, really stretchy sweatpants? Or Leggings?"

Her tummy burbled. Her thighs thickening quietly. Her belly shrinking, almost imperceptibly. Her ass blowing up bigger, and rounder and fatter as Tracer used you to fatten up her curves.

No more cute muffled noises from you: You were just breakfast now.

Tracer looked to the left, then to the right, it was still pretty quiet. No one here. Just the two of you. No one else in the gym there to witness your transformation from gym rat, to ass fat.

Biting her lip, the freckles across Lena's face tinged pink. She slipped her fingers into the newly ripped hole, and fished around between tubby thighs for her wet pussy.

"D-Don't tell anyone about this Luv." Tracer began to pant and moan. With another loud rip, the waistband of her shorts gave out and the cloth popped apart. Her big jiggly butt flopping out as her Shorts lay beneath her . Her entire lower body "unwrapped" sitting in her tattered shorts like a burger in unwrapped paper. Her thighs squished closer together with fat, her ass plumping up, and her sports bra began to stretch and bulge, a little push up cleavage starting to grow at the neckline of her workout top.

Mmmm. Lena could go totally for a burger right now.

"Greedy...little...slut..." Lena teased herself. Her knuckles deep in her fat pussy, masturbating "...still digesting this poor thing, and I'm already thinking of stuffing my face again."

No one could figure out why Lena wasn't losing weight. Rumors were she burned through trainers because the chubby pred must just be really hard to work with.

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rickie-the-storyteller · 11 months

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Steph's Crew - Part 12: Start of Something New

Intro:

So things are changing a lot in the story. Bret and Elise are going on their first (non) date. Dylan lives with Alice and her family now. And Steph is getting more and more depressed and lonely.

Last time, we put a LOT of focus on Dylan and Alice, so I think this time around, we're going to give Bret and Elise a bit more time. Let's see how their time at the movies went, shall we?

(I'll try to incorporate some of the other characters too, btw. Just like always.)

Meeting at Costa

(Bret is sitting at a table in the cafe, texting Elise: "I'm in Costa rn. Let me know when you'll be here, and we'll walk down to the cinema together :)" She responds almost immediately: "Sure thing! I'm almost there. So excited to see the film." He smiles at his phone, then puts it back in his pocket and tries to shake off his nerves.)

Bret: (sighs) Ok… relax. This is supposed to be fun. Yeah. You're just here to have fun with your friend.

Cashier: Your drink is ready, Bret.

Bret: Ah, cheers!

(After finishing his drink, he gets another text - this time from his aunt Rachel. It says: "Helloooo, darling. How's the date going?! Luv u." Bret rolls his eyes, and texts back: "IT'S NOT A DATE. And it hasn't started yet, El hasn't got here." At this point, Elise texts him, saying: "I'm here! I've just parked. R U still in Costa? I'm on my way there now!" Bret smiles, and messages Rachel again, saying: "OK, she's just arrived. So the date has officially begun. Wish me luck, Aunt Rach." Rachel replies: "So it IS a date, then." Bret texts back: NO. Shut up!")

Elise: (quickly rushing inside Costa) Hi, Bret! So sorry for being late. There was this thing at home…

Bret: El…

Elise: Ugh, my parents drive me crazy sometimes. I mean I love them and everything, but GOD.

Bret: I get it.

Elise: And when I finally got out of there, there was this TERRIBLE traffic, and-

Bret: It's ok, El…

Elise: No, it's not! I hate that I kept you waiting. I… I'm really sorry.

Bret: It's fine. Don't be sorry. I'm just glad you're here now.

Elise: (blushes) Me too.

(Elise smiles warmly at Bret, and he smiles back. He blushes and looks at the ground awkwardly, thinking of what to say next)

Bret: And I'm really glad I finally got somebody to see this film with. Which we'll probably miss if we don't leave soon, so let's get out of here.

Elise: Yeah.

(The two walk out together, excited to see the new "Dragon Hunter" movie)

Wrong Day

Bret: (shocked) What?!

Elise: (trying to be calm, but is clearly amused) Bro, just settle down, will you?

Bret: It's not on today?! But I could have sworn that it would be!

Ticket cashier: I'm afraid not, kid.

Bret: I had it marked down on my calendar and everything…

Ticket cashier: Well then, I guess you just got the dates mixed up.

Elise: Yeah, mate. It happens to the best of us. (pats Bret's shoulder jokingly) There there.

Bret: (sighs) So when are you guys showing the new Dragon Hunter film?

Ticket cashier: About this time next Saturday, I believe. Let me check real quick. (checks on his computer) Yep.

(Elise giggles at this. Bret freaks out even more)

Bret: What the hell, man?! What are we supposed to do for the next HOUR AND A HALF?! I cleared out my schedule for this!

Ticket cashier: You could always go home. Come back and see it next week. (pauses when he sees that Bret is beginning to get annoyed) Or something. I don't know.

(Elise laughs even more)

Bret: (sighs again) I'm sorry, El.

Elise: Dude, it's ok. Don't worry about it. (pauses) Now we can watch a movie that's actually good!

Bret: Uuuugh, El. Come on. Not this again…

(The ticket cashier cracks up laughing at this interaction)

Ticket cashier: Alright, do you guys want to stay and choose another film to see, or what?

Elise: We'll stay. I'll choose a movie for us to watch.

Ticket cashier: Ok, let me know when you've made up your mind then.

Elise: See, 'cause I actually know what good movies are…

Bret: STOP IT. The Dragon Hunter movies ARE good! You can't say anything about them when you haven't even seen them.

Ticket cashier: …I've seen them.

Bret: Really, mate?

Ticket cashier: Yeah.

Bret: Aren't they good?

Ticket: Yeah, they're alright.

Bret: (to Elise) HA!

Ticket cashier: I mean, they're getting worse and worse as the series goes on…

Bret: Yeah… they're honestly milking it at this point. I agree with you.

Ticket cashier: The first three films were top-tier, though.

Bret: Perfect. Just the perfect trilogy.

Ticket cashier: Yup. Gave up on the series ages ago.

Bret: Understandable. I'm still in the game, though. I'll watch a new instalment in the series if they put one out. That's why I'm here, bro.

Ticket cashier: Ok… I can respect that, man.

Elise: Uh… guys?

Bret: (smiles) Yeah, El?

Elise: (teasingly) You two want to be alone? I feel like a third wheel here.

(The three of them laugh together. Elise ends up choosing an upbeat, summery romantic comedy - something that Bret would never choose. However, they both end up enjoying it immensely. After the movie ends, the two leave the theatre laughing and joking about how hilarious it was)

Bret: Dear Lord, that ending!

Elise: I know! How do people come up with that crap?! This is just proof that Hollywood hasn't completely run out of fresh ideas. I don't care what anyone says...

Ticket cashier: (smiles) You guys had fun?

Bret: I did not expect that film to actually be funny. So many romcoms these days aren't.

Elise: (nudges Bret playfully) Told you I had taste.

Bret: (laughs) Yeah. I'm sorry I ever doubted you. So…

Elise: Sooo…

(The two gaze into each other's eyes for a moment, unsure of what to say)

Bret: (awkwardly) What do you want to do now?

Elise: (equally as awkward) I…I don't know. (pauses) What drink did you have at Starbucks?

Bret: It was Costa.

Elise: Didn't I say Costa?

Bret: No.

Elise: Oh. Um. I meant Costa.

Bret: (chuckles) I just had this new toffee…milky… latte… coffee… thing. I don't know the name of it off the top of my head. I'd be able to tell you if I had a menu. Why?

Elise: I haven't been to Costa in ages and I was looking to try some new drinks.

Bret: Well, how about we go there now and I'll get you one?

Elise: (smiles) Ok. Yeah! That sounds good.

Bret: (smiles back) Cool. Let's go.

Elise: Yeah. (to the ticket cashier) Thanks, Brian! Have a good one.

Brian: How did you know my name was Brian?

Elise: Your name tag, Brian.

Brian: Ah.

Changes

(Dylan and Alice are sitting together in Alice's dad's car. Alice has driven them to the local shopping centre not too far away from the cinema and Costa)

Dylan: Your dad's got a hella good car, Ally.

Alice: I know.

Dylan: So much bigger than my dad's car. So much space! It's got the perfect amount of legroom…

Alice: I know, it's great! I don't even need the legroom like you do, but I love that it's there.

Dylan: I love it!

Alice: Dylan?

Dylan: Yeah?

Alice: Are you actually going to get out of the car, or what?

Dylan: Um…

Alice: Like, why are you stalling, exactly? What is all this about?

Dylan: (sighs, then murmurs quietly to himself) I hate shopping.

Alice: Er, what?

Dylan: (normal voice) I hate shopping!

Alice: Ok… why?

Dylan: I don't know… (sighs) I never used to have a problem with it. I guess it just… me and mum, when she was still around… it used to be our thing. Like, we'd just do it together.

Alice: (sympathetically) Oh… I see.

Dylan: Yeah. I guess it reminds me of her. And the fact that I'm never going to have that again, now that she's getting remarried and moving away… and she'll probably have more kids with him and take them shopping instead.

Alice: I'm sorry… I had no idea.

Dylan: It's ok. How could you have known? It's not like I go around parading the news to everybody all the time.

Alice: (chuckles) Look, we don't have to do this whole shopping for prom outfits thing if you don't want to.

Dylan: What?! Of course I will. I promised you I would, didn't I?

Alice: Not officially.

Dylan: No, but I asked you to go to prom with me, and I intend to give you the full prom experience.

Alice: (laughs) Very well then. Thanks, bro. You're a good friend, you know that?

Dylan: (smiles) Thanks, Ally. So are you.

(The two smile at each other affectionately. Then, they prepare to leave the car and go shopping. As they start making their way towards the shop entrance, Alice suddenly notices Bret and Elise walking to Costa together, smiling and laughing. She abruptly stops)

Alice: Oh my God.

Dylan: (stops walking) What? Is everything ok?

Alice: (grabs Dylan and pulls him to a safe hiding spot where Bret and Elise won't see them) Look!

Dylan: (normal tone of voice) Where?

Alice: SHUSH!

Dylan: (whispers) Sorry. Where?

Alice: (whispers) There. Costa.

(Dylan notices their friends together in the coffee shop and gasps)

Dylan: Oh my God…

Alice: I know!

Dylan: Yet more evidence supporting the theory, huh…

Alice: Yeah. I don't know, though. I mean, if they were a thing, one of them would have said so by now, right?

Dylan: Hmmm. That's a good point.

(They stop hiding and go back to shopping as normal)

Alice: I don't think it's official.

Dylan: Yeah… you're probably right. Although, you never know…

Alice: Right, things can change. (pauses) And sometimes change can be good. You know?

Dylan: (pauses, deep in thought) Yeah. Change can be good.

Meanwhile, at Costa...

(When Bret and Elise reach Costa, he immediately gets his phone out to read a text from his aunt Rachel: "Hi sweetie! How's the date going? You coming home soon?" Bret shakes his head in mild annoyance, before smiling and texting back: "OK. 1 - Stop calling it a date! You know that isn't what this is. 2 - It's going well! Dragon Hunter wasn't on, I mixed up the dates. But El chose another film for us to watch, and now we're in Costa buying some drinks. 3 - Yes, I'm almost done here. I'll try and be back by 18:00")

Elise: Everything ok, B?

Bret: Yeah, yeah, yeah. My aunt just texted me. Asking if I was coming home soon.

Elise: Alright then. Better not keep her waiting.

(twenty minutes later - Bret and Elise are deep in conversation with each other at a table, completely unaware of how much time has passed)

Elise: (laughing) I can't believe you said that to him!

Bret: Yeah. To this day, I'm insanely confused at how I'm not fired for that. But I'm grateful!

Elise: You're crazy, bro. But I love you for it.

Bret: (awkwardly) Haha… thank you.

(Elise smiles, then breaks eye contact and takes a sip of her drink. Bret blushes)

Elise: Shoot. What time is it?

Bret: (looks at time on his phone) Crap, it's quarter to. I told aunt Rach I'd be home by six.

Elise: We should go. Come on, I'll drive you.

Bret: Thanks, El. Wait, can I go use the loo quickly first?

Elise: Sure.

(Bret gets up and goes to the bathroom. Elise decides to buy a packet of crisps from the front)

Cashier: Will that be all?

Elise: Yes, thanks.

Cashier: Very well then. That'll be £1.50 please, darling.

Elise: Ok. (reaches in her purse to get some change) There.

Cashier: Thank you, dear. All yours!

Elise: Thanks! Yeah, I just wanted to have a little something to eat while I wait for B.

Cashier: Oh, you mean that guy you came here with?

Elise: Yes.

Cashier: Is he your boyfriend or something?

Elise: What?! No! No, no. He's just a good friend from school.

Cashier: Do you want him to be your boyfriend?

Elise: (taken aback) What the- Morgan… no!

Cashier: Why are you calling me Morgan?

Elise: Because your name is Morgan. You're wearing a name tag!

Morgan: Oh, yeah…

Elise: Bret and I are friends, alright? That's all!

Morgan: Fair enough. (pauses) I think he likes you, you know. Romantically.

Elise: (starting to get annoyed) Oh my gosh, stop!

Morgan: Fine… I'll change the subject. (can't think of anything else to say, since he only wants to talk about Bret) So… great weather we're having, right?

(Elise sighs, but then perks up when Bret comes back)

Elise: Hey! Bret!

Bret: Hey. Ready to go?

Elise: Oh, my goodness. YES! (quickly gets up) Thank you, Morgan. Have a good one!

Morgan: Bye!

Time to go home

(Elise is driving Bret home in her car. They are listening to Billie Holiday's "(In My) Solitude," which is creating a chill, peaceful vibe)

Bret: Oh, Billie… nobody does it like you.

Elise: Agreed. Her voice is lovely.

Bret: Perfect for jazz. Although, I do also love me some Ella Fitzgerald.

Elise: Oh my gosh, yes! Her tone is stunning, I love her.

Bret: Yeah, they're both great. (sighs) Sometimes I wish I was born in a different time, you know? Like back when music like this was appreciated more.

Elise: I actually think that this is the time to be. I mean, sure, jazz isn't as mainstream now, but look on the bright side. You were born at a time where you have access to all the old hits and can therefore appreciate them now in a way that they couldn't back then.

Bret: Huh. That's actually a really good point.

Elise: I know. I came up with it.

(Bret laughs at this. Eventually, they reach red traffic lights)

Bret: El?

Elise: Yep?

Bret: Thank you. For today, I mean. I had a really good time with you.

Elise: (smiles) Me too, Bret. Thanks for inviting me.

Bret: (smiles back) You're welcome.

Elise: There was one thing that I thought was weird, though.

Bret: Oh?

Elise: All the cashier workers forgetting that they wear name tags…

Bret: (chuckles) Oh. Right.

(Traffic light turns green, and they continue driving)

Elise: (laughs) And then they all got surprised when I started addressing them by name!

Bret: Look, it's more common than you'd think. I've done it a couple of times myself.

Elise: But it makes no sense. Why are you confused? Your name is literally written in bold letters on your chest!

Bret: I think it comes from a place of "Oh my God, a stranger knows my name." At least, that's how it is for me. It startles you.

Elise: I suppose you're right. Your place is on the second exit, right?

Bret: Mhm.

(Eventually, they reach Bret's neighbourhood. Elise pulls up on the road his house is on and walks him to his house)

Bret: Thanks for the lift, Ellie!

Elise: Anytime. Thank you for such a fun day!

Bret: Anytime! (pauses) I like that we're talking again, El.

Elise: I do, too. I've missed just hanging out with you one-on-one like this.

Bret: Same here. I…(pauses) I really love being your friend.

Elise: Aw… Me too. Come here. (gives him a hug)

(Bret is surprised by the gesture for a moment, but he quickly hugs her back. The two hug for quite a long time)

Bret: (still hugging) So, I'll see you Monday then?

Elise: Yeah, see you Monday. I'll text you later, ok?

Bret: Ok.

(The two finally slowly break up the hug but continue to look into each other's eyes in silence. Elise slips her hands off his arms, but is still holding his hands)

Elise: Ok! So. I should go…

Bret: Yeah, me too.

Elise: (gives Bret a quick kiss on the cheek, then lets go of him) Bye, then.

Bret: Um… bye.

(Elise goes back to her car. She waves at Bret and drives off. He watches her leave before heading back to his house)

The end!

Did you notice that this whole post took place within one single day? I don't think that's ever happened before!!

Wait... never mind. I think it has happened before once. I have to go look back at my old dialogues and check tho lol.

I love these two so much in case you couldn't tell 💕

(fun fact - their conversation in the car about jazz music is based on a real conversation I’ve had with a friend! I love Ella Fitzgerald and Billie Holiday sm)

I hope the romantic chemistry doesn't feel too forced lol. I wanted to mainly put the focus on Bret's feelings for Elise (since at this stage of the story, he's trying to navigate these new feelings he has towards his longtime friend), but I also wanted to give a vibe of a mutual crush. Like, I want it to be clear that El is into him as well.

(Also, I just realised... Bret doesn't say a single bad word here! Character development! We love to see it lol)

I also wanted to give Dylan and Alice a bit of time. We get a bit more insight into Dylan's life before his parents divorced. And we kind of get a bit of development for him as well... you know, with the "change is good sometimes" thing. That's something he needs to learn in this story. He's used to change being a negative thing, but he finds out more and more that it doesn't necessarily have to be... change is hard a lot of the time, but it is can also be positive and healthy.

#rickie-the-storyteller #steph's crew #stephanie smith and her friends #original content #original characters #original story #Brelise #Dalice #Bret #Elise #Dylan #Alice #dialogue prompt #dialogue practice #dialogue planning #story planning

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slips-tream · 4 years

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Greetings and cheers loves

[Not a new mun, but a new side blog. I hope you enjoy my lovely muse here~ I’ll post the about under a read more for mobile users in case my link doesn’t work. I look forward to role playing with you all~]

[Also minor tag dump]

In this particular UA, Miss Oxton was kidnapped by Talon in a mission gone wrong. With a device hooked to her anchor, she underwent psychological and physical tortures by Moira O'Deorain, She has become a leading member of Talons strike team, known as Slipstream.

The device hooked to her anchor allows Talon to control her physical presence in the world. Because of her time spent in between corporeal existence and non corporeal, she has nearly lost her voice, but is still sharp-tongued and as vicious as they come.

She isn’t nearly as brainwashed as Widowmaker, but she doesn’t remember a time before her kidnapping. Because of this, Talon has ensured that Lena only knows hatred for Overwatch and all of her old friends. If asked about her past, she may just shoot you instead of trying to remember.

This doesn’t mean she’s cold hearted. A little of her former self shines through occasionally. She may rescue a cat, or spare an innocent civilian, but don’t let that fool you. She takes her orders from talon and won’t hesitate to do as ordered.

#OwO: ooc #I can't seem to recall: ic #Blinking swirls: aesthetic #cheers luv the cavalrys queer: Crack #Silent whispers: Musings #[May add more later]

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datathrust-blog · 5 years

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#( sombra. // ❛ emp activated. ❜ )#( ooc. // ❛ valkyria in the flesh. ❜ )#( ic. // ❛ o sea ; que pedo? ❜ )#( starter call. // ❛ group up with me! ❜ )#( shipping call. // ❛ i need a drink. ❜ )#( memes. // ❛ i know kung-fu. ❜ )#( crack. // ❛ cheers ; luv ! ❜ )#( ask. // ❛ what do you need to know ? ❜ )#( answered. // ❛ you came to the right place . ❜ )#( dash commentary. // ❛ so this is what overwatch talks about ... ❜ )#( visage. // ❛ detras de ti . ❜ )#( aesthetic. // ❛ ¡apagando las luces! ❜ )#( headcanons. // ❛ camaron que se duerme se lo lleva la corriente . ❜ )#( relationship hc. // ❛ between us ; the world seems so small . ❜ )#( mcsombra. // ❛ two sides of the same coin ; joined by mischief . ❜ )#( spiderbyte. // ❛ my best friend ; my favorite spider ; an entire life . ❜ )#( angelhacks. // ❛ a seraph & a robot ; a love mythical ; for naught . ❜ )#( sommetra. // ❛ order & chaos ; she is perfection ; i am the flawed . ❜ )#( self-promo. // ❛ not to toot my own horn ! ❜ )#( promo. // ❛ if you know what's good for you ; follow them . ❜ )#( twd verse. // ❛ i think about survival first ; everything else second . ❜ )#( jethack. // ❛ i am ready to bleed my heart out for you ; star crossed lovers . ❜ )

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kelieah · 3 years

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omgg yay requests are opennn ! okay so can i do a arvin request where he’s been rlly stressed about something lately (you pick !) and reader tries to comfort him but he accidentally takes it out on her & she gets a bit distant🥺 but it ends in fluff (sorry me and angst dont do well haha)

stubborn assumptions (arvin russell x reader)

word count: 1.9k

warnings: language, fluff, arvin being as stubborn as a bull and as blind as a bat

edited: idk how but i turned the stress he has into jealousy whoops

a/n: i miss arvin (been saying that for how long omg) but fr, i luv him a ton. pls send more arvin request i don't mind. i'm lowkey happy i opened my requests so yay!

arvin russell masterlist

The drive to the diner is quiet and not in a comforting way. You can tell by the furrow in his brows and the slight frown on his lips, there's something wrong. But Arvin's never one to open up, the stubborn boy. You let out a soft sigh and lean your elbow by the window, your cheek gently resting in your palm.

"What's wrong with you?" he asks and from your peripheral vision, you can see him glance at you with slight annoyance.

"I could ask the same," you turn your head towards him and look at him straight in the eyes.

"None wrong with me," he dismisses you and looks back at the road.

"You sure about that, Russell?" you pout and lean your head on his shoulder.

"Yes," he grumbles and shrugs you off, causing you to let out a little gasp.

"I think a milkshake will cheer you up, I'll pay," you tut and lean away from him. He sighs but cracks a slight smile at your sass.

Once you two arrive at the diner and got a booth, you ordered a shake and a side of fries. You're now trying to make conversation, "So, how was work?"

"Nothing new or special," he says and leans back against the booth, adjusting his cap.

"Arvin, tell me what's wrong," you sigh and lean forward, taking off his cap to put it on like you usually would mess with him.

He glares at you and snatches it back, putting it on aggressively. "Don't do that."

"Sorry," you murmur and fold your hands in your lap. "You just worry me sometimes when you get like this."

"Get like what? I told you I'm fine, doll," he retorts, a slight hiss to his voice that stabs you in the heart.

"Never mind," you sigh and smile timidly at the waitress who brings over your food.

You place two straws inside and slide the drink towards the middle. "I don't want some anymore," he tells you.

Before you could take a sip you look up at him a bit shocked, and frown. "Oh, okay. You could have some of the fries—"

"Don't want that either," he shrugs and crosses his arms, eyes scanning all over the place.

"Okay," you squeak out, suddenly intimidated by his defensive and stern demeanor.

"Don't get all weak," he rolls his eyes and averts his gaze back to you.

"Excuse me?" you frown and avoid his chilling stare, sipping slowly at the sweet substance.

"You do this thing when you don't know what to say and get all quiet and shit."

You don't respond and stare at your food, a pang of unsure guilt and fear filling your bones. Maybe you did something wrong or maybe something happened to his family. You don't know what to do because, at this moment, you feel like any decision you make is wrong in his eyes.

"So, are we still going to go to the lake this weekend with Lenora?" you finally decide to break the rising tension.

"No..." he hesitantly responds.

"Oh. Why not?"

"Don't you got a date with somebody?"

"No?" you tilt your head.

"Yeah, right."

"I don't, where'd you hear that from?" you laugh and munch on a fry.

"You know, I really don't get you sometimes," he suddenly raises his voice, catching your attention almost immediately.

"Well, I don't get you sometimes either," you mumble and roll your eyes.

"No, you don't get to say that because... Look. How long have we've known each other? We're basically tied at the hip when you're not at school yet now I'm hearing you're diddly daddling with some other candyass fuck and I'm at your side like a sad puppy waiting to be noticed and when I finally think I have a chance with you, Y/n. I don't. So, why couldn't you just tell me you don't like me back after all this time instead of going behind my back with other boys and leading me on like a fool!?" he fumes at you, his face red with frustration and eyes piercing into yours.

You didn't realize how teary your eyes became until you felt a tear slip out. You exhale and wipe the tear away, fumbling with your school bag by your hip. You take out a couple of cents and slam it on the table, standing up abruptly. Some people look your way but you ignore them and slide out of the booth. "You're unbelievable, Arvin," you spit and make your way out of the diner.

"Wait— Y/n, shit," he stands up to follow but stops as you begin to run. He places his hands on his head and groans, walking out to his car.

Later that day, after picking up Lenora from church, she as well checks on him once they walk up to their porch. "What happened?" she asks and hugs her bible to her chest.

"Nothing, Len. Go on inside, I'm gonna have a smoke," he mutters and takes out a pack.

"Well you're not, cus I'm staying until you tell me what happened with Y/n," she shrugs and leans against the wall.

He snaps his head over at her as soon as she mentioned your name, "How did you..."

"What did you do?" she asks, a slightly teasing tone to her question.

He scoffs and shrugs, "I didn't do nothing but tell her what you told me."

"What's that mean? You asked her out?" she gasps and stands up straighter.

"No, course not. Why would I when you told me there are other boys in the picture," he shoves his hands in his pockets and leans on the porch railings.

"When did I ever tell you that?" she frowns but then remembers their conversation from not too long ago.

"You like her a lot, I can tell," Lenora hummed as she prepared breakfast for the family.

"You can't tell nothing, shut up," Arvin grumbled in response and set up the table.

"Watch your mouth, boy," Emma chuckled and walked over to help out Lenora. "She's right though, I don't remember the last time I didn't see you with Y/n," she commented.

Arvin leaned against the kitchen opening and sighed, "I don't know what y'all are talking about, she's my best friend."

"That's the best person to have as a lover," Lenora added.

"How would you know?" he retorted and crossed his arms.

"Books," she giggled and poured scrambled eggs out from the pan onto the platter.

"Well, them books are just stories. Fake stories, she don't like me like that anyway. Trust me, I know," he muttered.

"Cause you don't do nothing but treat her like a friend, if you'd start treating her more like a lady and a lover maybe you two could be more than best friends. Plus, I think you should hurry up before them other boys from school snatch her up," she shook her head at the thought.

"What that's mean?" he frowned and glanced at Lenora with sudden interest.

"What I said," she shrugged.

"That Sunday a week ago or something, you said something about other boys," Arvin reminds her.

"Lord, Arvin. You bout duller than I thought," she sighs and shakes her head. "I didn't mean she's with someone, I meant—"

"It don't matter anymore, she probably don't want nothing to do with me anymore. I-I yelled at her earlier and said some stupid stuff," he mumbles, regret flowing through his veins as he thinks back to how he raised his voice at you.

"Arvin..." she whispers seeing him tear up. He shakes his head and rushes on inside their home before she could say anything else.

Days pass by and you grow distant from Arvin, you walk home and stay inside after school instead of usually being picked up by him and spending the rest of your day doing whatever the two of you did.

Arvin comes home late from work one day, his house quiet and cold. He sighs and slumps over to the bathroom to rinse up before bed.

You're still of course friends with Lenora, so little did he know you're currently only a room away. "Before he falls asleep, just knock on his door. Talk to him, okay? Let me know how it goes tomorrow morning," she says, hearing him finish up his shower.

"Okay," you exhale and turn towards her door. "Wait, why tomorrow morning?"

"I have a feeling it'll go well, and you'll probably be staying in his room," she shrugs and grins at you.

"Lenora!" you gasp and send her a flustered glare.

"Well, nothing like that!" she giggles quietly and motions you to go on. "Come on, go get your lover."

"Shush you," you whine and open her door slowly. You hesitantly and carefully walk over to his room, trying not to step on any creaky wood steps. You tell yourself a couple of words of reassurance before knocking on his door. Then, before you could knock he opens the door, a tired but now shocked expression on his face.

"Y/n?"

"Hi," you whisper.

"W-What are you doing here?" he mutters lowly.

"Can we talk, please?" you murmur and push him into his room.

He nods slowly and takes a couple of steps back, closing his door once you fully enter. "I-I should apologize," he starts.

"Yes, but first let me do this," you hold up a finger and quickly hug him before he could protest. He tenses but soon melts at your arms wrapping around him and holds you close, sighing out with relief.

"I am so sorry, Y/n. I-I was just so jealous and upset when I heard you're with somebody else. But I know you're your own person and— and you're not obligated to be with me just cause we're really good friends. I shouldn't have been so stupid and I never meant to hurt you," he rambles on and shakes his head as he continues on.

You cup the side of his face and shake your head. He goes quiet as you open your mouth, "I accept your apology. Yeah, you shouldn't have got so upset and took it out on me, and yes you should've talked to me about your feelings. But on my part, I should've too. Because I like you too, Arvin. I mean of course, I do, because you were absolutely right. We're tied at the hip and I wouldn't have any other way but it was wrong for you to assume that I was with someone else and was leading you on. But please, you stupid boy, talk to me if there's something you're unsure about us or me," you groan.

He laughs weakly and pulls you flush against him, spinning you around until he sits on his bed to pull you onto his lap. You let out a quiet squeal at the sudden change of position and feel your heart rate quicken once he places on top of him, on his bed. "I am so sorry, sweetheart. Never again, I swear to you and if I ever do anything stubborn and stupid again you're allowed to hit me or something."

"Arvin! I'd never," you laugh and hide your face in the crook of his neck.

"I know, but still," he chuckles and lies down, rubbing gentle circles on your back. You adjust and curl up into his side, smiling uncontrollably as he holds you. "I'm so sorry, for being an idiot and taking it out on you. Really fucking sorry..."

"I know. I accept your apology," you mumble into his shirt and drape a hand onto his chest. "If."

"If?"

"If you could start calling me yours and I could start calling you mine," you whisper against his as you lean towards his ear.

He gulps and turns red at your request, nodding eagerly. "Of course, doll. I'd be fucking honored."

You smile tiredly and press a kiss below his ear, feeling yourself drift off to sleep as he brings you closer toward him.

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Always You | JJK (Nine-pt1) (Final)

Summary: you and Jungkook have been best friends since freshmen year of college, there’s a lot of unsaid feelings and tension but neither make a move. what happens when his friend Taehyung (also your crush) needs a fake girlfriend?

Pairing: Jungkook x Female reader

Genre: friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, slight slow burn, roommate au, college au, SMUT (starting ch2), fluff, angst (in later chapters) slight crack, lots of drama

Word Count: 13.6k

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, sexual tension (!!!), mentions of sex, protected sex, jealous!oc, sensual touching, dry humping, oral (female rec.) face riding

Notes: The end is finally here! But no worries I will most likely do drabbles for you guys:) Thank you SO much for reading this story and sending so many loving comments. Enjoy this last chapter of ‘Always You’ and feel free to send me an ask to chat about the story, I LOVE talking with ya’ll!

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December

Jungkook stares into his bathroom mirror and sees and feels nothing, absolutely nothing. He looks into his eyes and see nothing behind them. He tries to smile, but falls short. Does this have anything to do with the fact he told you he loves you but you completely misunderstood him? Yup, it probably has everything to do with that.

But Jungkook also feels like shit. He let his feelings become too overwhelming in the moment that he totally and completely forgot he has a girlfriend. So, he is almost glad that you most definitely thought he was just telling you he loves you like one normal friend to another instead of him confessing his deep and passionate feelings towards you. Yup, totally glad.

So, now he looks into the mirror and actually does see and feel something: Shame. Guilt.

And regret. Regret is written all over his face. Not regret because he told you he loves you, no. Regret that he didn’t tell you 4 years ago how he feels. Even if you didn’t feel the same he thinks he should have had the courage, instead he slept with you like a fucking idiot. But that is something he can’t get himself to regret at all…he just can’t regret that amazing night he shared with you.

“Bro! You have been in there for like ever dude, I gotta take a piss!” Jungkook hears Nick from the other side of the door, his insistent banging going completely ignored by Jungkook.

“Seriously man, I will pee in the fucking sink!” Nick threatens and Jungkook rolls his eyes.

“Yeah, yeah man, I’m coming.” He looks into the mirror one last time before taking one deep breath and turning towards the bathroom door.

“Bathroom’s all yours.” Jungkook says as he opens the door with Nick already pushing past him.

“Fucking finally!” Nick doesn’t even bother to shut the door behind him as he quickly approaches the toilet to release himself.

Jungkook walks into his room and pulls out his phone as he sits on the edge of his bed. He goes through his message threads, his fingers hovering over your name when he gets to you.

It’s been a few weeks since the trip to your parent’s house. He had such an amazing time. That Saturday your mom cooked one of her famous homemade meals…something Jungkook hasn’t really had in years. Your dad would casually slip in the word ‘son’ in conversation, making Jungkook’s heart glow. You laughed and talked and cried and just looked so at home the entire time, like all your worries were vanishing.

He knows you’re struggling with what to do…but going abroad? Were you serious? You mentioned it to your parents too while there visiting and they loved the idea…making Jungkook’s heart sink. They just encouraged you more while you were there…telling you it was such a fun, and great idea and that it totally suits you. This only made you feel more motivated…Jungkook could see that.

Jungkook wants nothing but the best for you…he just wants you to be happy. Your happiness is his happiness but how could he survive if you left? How could he go a day without seeing you? Or worse…a week? A month? A whole fucking year? He went three months without you and he spiraled pretty bad.

Jungkook continues to sit here, his fingers right over your name and he clicks it.

Jungkook 8:14pm

I have a cold beer with your name on it

y/n 8:21pm

:( I cant hang tonight, sorry boo…im hanging with yoongs and tae. You can come by if youd like to?

Jungkook 8:22pm

No no its okay, you have fun :))

Jungkook brings his phone to his chest, right over his beating heart and he sighs out in frustration. Why can’t everything just be easy? Why is everything so complicated?

~~~~~~~

“And I will be the youngest curator they’ve ever had at this museum!” Tae finishes proudly, cheering his wine glass with yours and Yoongi’s.

“That’s so amazing Tae.” You bring your glass back to your mouth and take a gulp in his honor.

“Proud of you, kid.” Yoongi smiles fondly at Taehyung and you can’t help but also feel very proud. Taehyung got offered the main curator position at the museum of art downtown and you three are at the record shops cozy corner celebrating.

“Anything else new going on?” Taehyung asks, he eyes both you and Yoongi. “Like, any new love interests? Job offers? Juicy drama? Literally anything.”

“Nothing from me.” You laugh, you and Taehyung look over at Yoongi who is sipping his wine with the biggest blush painted on his cheeks.

“Yoongi?” you pry. “Did something new happen with you?”

“Well…I wouldn’t really call it news.” He begins shyly, “But I maybe met someone.”

You and Taehyung share a look of shock and excitement.

“Wait dude, you mean like a romantic interest?” Taehyung asks, setting his glass down on the table.

“Yeah, like you have a crush on someone?” You smile at Yoongi and his blush deepens.

“I wouldn’t go that far,” he admits, “But they’re really nice and have been coming in the store every week and we sort of just end up talking…and they asked for my number—”

“This is definitely a romantic interest!” Taehyung basically shouts. “Did you give it?”

“Yes…” Yoongi takes another sip of his wine, his eyes sliding to the side. “Did I mention they’re cute?”

“You in fact, did not mention that.” You say with a grin. “I’m happy for you Yoongs.”

“I think I’ll ask them out, what do you guys think?” Yoongi whispers.

“I think that’s a great idea man!” Taehyung basically shouts again and you laugh.

“I think I really admire you for going for it…” You sigh. You wish you had that kind of courage.

“You know…” Yoongi sets his wine glass down, and turns in his seat to face you, “It takes a lot of bravery to open up to someone…it takes a lot of strength to admit when you’re wrong and to admit when things aren’t going right. It takes real courage to open your heart to someone like, romantically. You’re like, the coolest human being in the world if you can do those things.” Yoongi folds his hands out in front of him, he bites his lip as he thinks.

“y/n…you don’t have to be some sort of super human.”

You tilt your head in confusion…you thought Yoongi was going to a place where he tells you to go for it too.

“You shouldn’t always be the one doing things. Others need to form the courage too. You’re worth it. You’re worth that risk…that you may not feel the same. Trust me, I would know.” He chuckles light heartedly. “I think he will come around.”

“I don’t know about that.” Taehyung cuts in. “I want to believe he will but…” Taehyung looks over at you with pity. “…He’s…” Taehyung doesn’t know what to say without spilling anything so he decides to let the words die on his tongue.

“To be honest with you guys…” You reach for your glass of wine and chug back the remainder of what’s in the glass rather quickly before slamming it back down on the table.

“New Year’s Eve.” You say. “Four years ago. Something happened. Something major, he…”

“Four years ago, New Year’s Eve?” Taehyung scrunches his brows together as he tilts his head. “Wait something happened between you two?” you only nod your head at Taehyung’s question.

“Did Jungkook say what he wanted to say?” Taehyung asks with big eyes, completely shocked, this is news to him. But now it’s your turn to tilt your head in confusion.

“Say what he wants to say? What are you talking about?”

“Huh? Uh,” Taehyung guesses it’s not what he’s thinking. “It’s nothing. So what happened?”

“We slept together.” You blurt out quickly, giving yourself no time to regret it.

You hear Yoongi chuckle from beside you and you snap your head in his direction.

“What? What’s so funny?” you ask.

“You thought I didn’t already assume that? That you two haven’t already slept together?”

“Damn,” you say, “Observant as usual.”

“WAIT WHAT?” Taehyung sputters out, quite fucking loudly.

You guess Taehyung isn’t as observant.

“We got kind of drunk, kissed at midnight and went back to his dorm and you know…”

Realization hits Taehyung hard. When Jungkook was pissed about the fact Taehyung slept with you it wasn’t just because he was some heroic friend. It was also because Jungkook has already had you and he knows he doesn’t like to share. Fuck.

“Holy fuck, y/n.” Taehyung closes his eyes for a moment, “Wait, and you guys didn’t talk about it after? Didn’t he have something to tell you perhaps?”

“What are you talking about? He totally brushed it off. So I got bitter and didn’t talk to him for a month. Now we just…I don’t know, we just…I feel like we are more than friends but less than lovers.”

“Makes total sense.” Yoongi adds, “You two are that but more than anything you two are complete and total idiots.” “Well, that we can agree on.” Taehyung grins.

~~~~~~

It’s the middle of December meaning it’s time to do your Christmas shopping! You, Trina and Holly are at the mall perusing around and trying to find the perfect gifts.

“Let’s do what we always do y/n.” Trina bumps her elbow into your side, with a smile on her face.

“Couldn’t agree more.” You respond.

“And what do you two always do?” Holly asks, feeling a little left out.

“Oh you know, we agree to no presents.” You say, “One less person to stress over, that’s our gift to each other.”

“Wow.” Holly deadpans, “You guys are so lame.”

“Or are we geniuses?” Trina asks with a grin, she walks closer to Holly and links arms with her, “But don’t worry Hol, I am getting you something.”

“Good.” Holly says, a shy smile making its way on her face.

“Me too!” you say trying to include yourself. “What would you like anyway? Just show me and I’ll buy it for you!”

“That takes out all the fun in gift giving.” Holly pouts, “It’s supposed to be a surprise!”

“Ah, fuck.” Trina spits out, “I suck at gift giving. Just tell us what you want.” She whines.

“No!” Holly laughs. “Look, I’ll be back.” She gestures towards her left, “I gotta use the bathroom.” She waves at you and Trina and walks away.

“Dude what am I going to get Holly?” Trina asks you, her frustration as clear as day. “It’s got to be special.” She adds in shyly. Special? Now’s your time to finally ask her what is up with her and Holly.

“Why special?”

“Oh you know.” Trina’s sheepish grin gives her away. “I don’t got to say it, when you know.”

“Fair enough.” You laugh. “Oh!” you point towards the window of one of the stores to your right, “You see those mugs? Let’s go check them out.”

“What why?”

“Christmas gift.” You say simply.

You both walk towards the glass window and eye the mugs, there’s a whole bunch but there’s a mug with music notes all over it and you’re reminded of the record shop and your two friends. You walk inside and grab three of them. Yes, three matching mugs for you, Yoongi and Taehyung. Even though Taehyung doesn’t drink coffee, he can still put whatever beverage he wants inside.

You pay for the mugs and have them wrapped in Christmas paper! You got some of your first gifts done with! Now you need to find something for Jimin, Jungkook, Holly and your parents. Crap, should you get something for the rest of the boys too? You’ll be seeing them on New year’s…maybe you’ll get them all scarves. That’s easy.

Jimin is easy, you know he’s been eyeing this channel necklace for far too long and you happen to be able to afford it for him. Jungkook isn’t easy at all. So you go with something simple, a new pair of chunky black boots that he’s been talking about for months. Your mom gets a necklace with her birth flower and your dad gets tickets to his favorite sports team…cheap tickets, sorry to your dad. Holly loves penguins so you find a cute penguin pin for her purse, you think she will love it.

Shopping takes almost the whole day, you, Trina and Holly are seated in the malls food court sipping on a smoothie.

“I am so freaking tired.” Holly leans her head on Trina’s shoulder as she speaks.

“Me too, girl, me too.” You respond. “But Christmas is soon!”

“Are you guys excited about going home?” you ask.

“Yeah, my parents promised they would take me ice skating like when I was a kid.” Trina chuckles.

“I’m excited too! What about you y/n?” Holly lifts her head from Trina. “What are you doing for Christmas?”

“Going home, of course. I’m bringing Jungkook with me.” You admit with a soft smile, “My mom and dad love him, they practically beg me every week on the phone that I bring him.”

“You guys are such a couple.” Trina rolls her eyes playfully.

“We’re best friends! He doesn’t have parents to spend it with so he’s coming with me, is that such a crime?” you say lightly.

“No, no. Of course not.” Trina rolls her eyes again. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you guys get together during your trip.”

“Need I remind you he has a girlfriend?”

~~~~~~~~

Jungkook slides his dick in and out of Vanessa as she clenches around him, he holds her body up as he fucks her from behind. He’s been at it for a while but…

“I’m going to come!” She moans out, “Please tell me you’re close!”

“I—I” Jungkook tries fucking her faster and harder as she comes undone. But Jungkook is still trying, he’s fucking struggling. He screws his eyes shut and thrusts into Vanessa at a fast and hard rate but nothing is working.

“Sorry…sorry.” Jungkook begins to slow down, “I can’t. I just can’t” He admits, totally defeated. He’s tired. He eventually comes to a stop, and pulls out.

“I’m sorry Vanessa.” He says quietly, “It’s not you, I promise.” His voice is hoarse.

Vanessa stands and walks to the bathroom to clean herself up, when she returns she sees Jungkook sitting on the edge of the bed with his pants back on.

“It’s okay, Jungkookie.” Vanessa’s smooth voice doesn’t waver as she speaks, “It happens.”

Jungkook runs his hands down his tired face before looking up at Vanessa, his eyes slightly watery.

“This isn’t fair for you, I should be able to fucking come.” He grits out. “At the fucking least.”

“Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

“How are you so calm about this? Hm?”

Vanessa sits on the edge of the bed next to Jungkook, she breathes in and out before raising her head to speak to him.

“He wants to get back together with me, you know.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at her words. She couldn’t be talking about her ex, could she?

“Vanessa—”

“It’s okay. I said I no. Somehow I feel okay.” She smiles at him, it isn’t one of those coy or secretive smiles she mostly hands out but a real genuine smile.

“I think I just feel good that he wants me again but now I have the upper hand, you know? I’m the one with power.”

“You told him no?”

“And not even because I am supposed to be your girlfriend…but because I decided I need to respect myself. You’re right…what I was doing…it wasn’t healthy.” She admits, she shakes her head to rid herself of her bangs that keep falling in her eyes.

“I…I’m proud of you.”

“I want to be proud of you too.” She whispers.

“What are you talking about?”

“Nothing,” she says quietly, “You’ll see eventually.”

“What does that me—”

“Let’s take a small break.” Vanessa tilts her head to get a quick look at him, “Just until New Year’s.”

“Vanessa—”

“We just need some time to like, miss each other? You know?”

Jungkook shakes his head, “You mean, break up?”

“Just a break. But technically yes, we aren’t together in the meantime.”

“Why?” Jungkook stands up, “We can make this work Vanessa.”

“Please stop.” Vanessa says more sternly. “It’s what I want. Just until New Year’s.”

Jungkook paces back and forth with his bottom lip caught between his teeth. He doesn’t understand why she wants this? Because he couldn’t come? All because of that? He stops pacing to stare at her and she’s already looking up at him with a sickingly sweet smile.

“Fine.” He says. “If that’s—that’s what you want.” He clears his throat and tries smiling for her, she all but nods her head.

~~~~~~~

“You ready?” you ask Jungkook when he walks up to your car. You came to pick him up, insisting that you drive this time.

“Yeah.” Jungkook shows you his bunny grin and you melt, you love that smile of his. He sets his bag in the backseat and walks over to the passenger door and sits down inside.

“I’m excited to spend Christmas with you and your family.”

“Oh, it’s going to be a handful. You’ll be meeting my grandma, some aunts and uncles and some cousins of mine.”

“And I cannot wait.” He repeats. “Do you have my Christmas present here in the car?” he smiles cheekily, “Just give it to me now.”

“Yeah, right. You have to wait until tomorrow dummy!”

“Hey, don’t call me a dummy.” Jungkook pouts. He leans back in the passenger’s seat and closes his eyes.

“Hey, you’re not thinking of taking a nap are you?” You reverse your car out of the parking spot at his apartment.

“Maybe.” Jungkook snickers from beside you, “If you don’t want me falling asleep, tell me something interesting.”

“I think I want to work on getting a TEFL.” You blurt out, “To you know, teach.”

Jungkook’s eyes stay shut as he processes your words, he thinks to himself carefully—he can’t react negatively. He can’t.

“That’s nice, y/n.” He settles for. “You’ll like it.”

“That’s it?” you twist your head to look in his direction, he opens his eyes and stares at you for a few moments.

“Eyes on the road.” Jungkook closes his eyes again.

“Jungkook…you aren’t sad I might be moving away for like, at least a year?” You grip the steering wheel tighter, “You know I would be leaving right?”

“What do you want me to say y/n?” Jungkook opens his eyes and leans forward, “Want me to tell you no? That you aren’t allowed to leave?”

“Well…no. But you could act like you care a little.” You whisper out in pout.

“I do care.” Jungkook huffs, “But I just want you to do whatever makes you happy.”

“You make me happy.”

Jungkook quirks a brow and smiles, “So, you want to do me?”

“Gross,” you reach over and hit his arm. “You know what I mean. I just…I mean I value your opinion.”

Jungkook’s smile begins to fade as he stares at the cars floorboard. He zones out for a few moments, not entirely sure what to say. While it is true he wants you to do whatever makes you happy he also doesn’t want you to go anywhere.

“Do what’s best for you baby.” He all but whispers. “I will believe in you and support you no matter what.”

“I guess I’ll take that for now.” You whine. “How’s work going for you?”

“It’s good.” Jungkook’s eyes light up, “The director is letting me edit some pretty important scenes.” He gushes. “I brought my work stuff so I can show you over the next couple of days.”

“Yeah? That sounds exciting Jungkook!”

You finally merge on the high way for your few hour trip, you got your ‘Chillin’ playlist on and a few snacks on hand. You and Jungkook chit chat every so often but you mostly jam to the music.

“Let’s listen to Disney radio station!” You hand Jungkook your phone, “Hurry, put it.”

Jungkook takes your phone with a grin and selects the Disney option on pandora, the first song to come on is Lion King’s ‘Hakuna Matata’. You and Jungkook sing your hearts out, smiling, giggling and belting out the notes.

A couple hours pass like this, your throat getting admittedly sore. But Jungkook on the other hand is still going strong, he is singing all the parts in ‘Kiss the Girl’ with such passion…you can’t help but chuckle as you listen to him.

“Phew, I am worn out!” you say, laughing. “But I see you can keep going?” you turn the volume down.

“Oh, we can switch it up…but to answer the question you know I can keep going.” He winks. And you know he meant that innocently but you can’t help but blush.

“Right.” You hand him your phone again, “Our trip is almost over…you can just put on a playlist.”

“Are you excited to see your parents again?”

“Well, I just saw them last month…but yes.” You admit, “Being home is always nice. My parents have been bothering me for weeks making sure you are actually coming with me for Christmas.” You chuckle, “They’ll be glad to see you.”

Jungkook grabs a hold of his ears in excitement, you can tell he’s genuinely happy as he sits here and smiles that smile.

“I’m glad to see them too. And I am excited to meet more of your family.”

“There will probably be misunderstandings…but don’t worry, I will make it clear we are just friends.” You nod your head as you speak. Jungkook just shrugs in response, just fucking shrugs.

“Isn’t that your house up there on the corner?” Jungkook points forward towards the house.

“Yup.”

When you pull into the driveway your parents are making their way outside, they smile at you and you wave from inside your car. You turn it off and turn to face Jungkook.

“You ready?”

“Yes.” He grins.

You step out of your car and your mom and dad are rushing to bring you in for a hug, they hold you close and you feel yourself feeling right at home. You begin to pull away and head towards the backseat when your mom grabs your arm,

“You two can get your things later—before bed, before bed.” She guides you towards the house, “And hello, Jungkook.” She smiles widely, “So nice you are here again! Let’s go see everyone!”

“Yes mam.” Jungkook says with a small smile, he walks forward and shakes hands with your dad.

“Nice to see you again, son.”

“Yes sir, you too.”

“Stop being so formal!” you look back at him, teasing. You and your mom walk to the front door, waiting for your dad and Jungkook to catch up.

The four of you enter the house, it smells like pie and cookies and warmth and you know, like Christmas. You hear the chitter chatter of your relatives filling the house and you want to smile. You can hear your cousins gossiping in the kitchen, you hear their children playing in the backyard (The back door is open), you hear your grandma snoring on your dads recliner, while your aunt and uncle quietly talk on the other sofas. You hear what it’s like to feel at home.

“Look who is here, everyone!” Your mom announces obnoxiously. “It’s y/n and Jungkook!”

First your aunt and uncle’s attention are caught, they nod your way with smiles on their faces and you head over to the sofas to hug them each. Your grandma stays snoring on the recliner and you giggle, classic grandma.

Next, your cousins are coming in from kitchen. Three of them to be exact, Daniel and his wife Larissa and your other cousin who is your age Manny. Daniel and Larissa have 3 beautiful children who are playing in the back, you can hear their giggles from inside. Manny is much shorter than you, she’s petite and curvy and really, really pretty. You go in to hug her first, she wraps her arms around you loosely.

“y/n!” she yells excitedly, “It’s been since last Christmas right?!” she asks, still holding on to you.

“Something like that.” You giggle, “Hi Daniel, Larissa.” You go in to hug them as well.

“Guys this is Jungkook.” You finally introduce the awkward boy, he stands here swaying from side to side waiting to meet everyone. He bows his head in greeting and everyone says their hello’s. All except sleeping grandma.

“Well, hello.” Manny smiles at Jungkook, “I didn’t even see you there, which is crazy because you’re like crazy hot—”

“Okay, Manny.” You try cutting in early enough, but are a bit late.

“Oh?” Jungkook eyebrows climb to up his forehead as he looks at Manny.

“I’m Manny.” She winks, “ You must be y/n’s friend, I presume?”

“Uh…”

“y/n!!!!” Your grandma comes up to you all, her sweet perfume filling the air around you. “You’re here, sweetie.”

“Grandma!” you lean in and hug her frail body, she smells like she always has your whole entire life, sweet.

“And this must be your boyfriend, Jungkook? I have heard so much about you, dear.” Your grandmas opens her arms, signaling Jungkook to lean in and hug her—which he does.

“Actually grandma—”

“You finally have a nice boyfriend, your parents have told me all about him.” she winks, “I am so happy for you sweetie, I think I can finally rest easy.”

“Rest easy?” you question, “No grandma you are mis—”

“It’s nice to meet you.” Jungkook smiles at your grandma and she cheeses hard.

“You can call me grandma, dear.” She pats his back lovingly, “I want to hear all about you two. Shall we drink some tea together?”

“Boyfriend?” Manny asks, confused. “I didn’t know you guys started dating?”

“We aren’t—”

“Its new.” Jungkook cuts in. He slides his arm around your waist and you audibly gasp.

“What’s new?” Your mom walks up to you all.

“They’re dating.” Manny says, looking unimpressed.

“WHAT! Darling, get in here!” She calls your dad over, “Jungkook and y/n are together, together!”

“No we are—” you try cutting in but you feel Jungkook dig his fingers into your waist.

“THEY’RE TOGETHER?!” Your dad yells out, his excitement clear as day. You stand here confused as hell as your whole family starts congratulating you two.

“Wait, wait.” You try getting out but Jungkook leans in to whisper in your ear.

“We can’t disappoint grandma.” He says softly.

~~~~~~

“I met my Roy at a party too.” Your grandma says between sips, she holds her tea in front of her face as she reminisces.

“Was it love at first sight?” Your grandma asks, wiggling her brows. “Me and my Roy didn’t get together for quite some time so I don’t think it was love at first sight for us…when did you know?”

“Grandma…” you begin, “Can we talk about something else?” you beg.

“I knew only a few months later.” Jungkook admits shyly, he smiles at your grandma while bringing his tea cup to his lips. “I knew no one could take y/n’s spot. But I was content with being friends.”

Your eyes grow in size, his confession warming you up. You know it’s all for show but you can’t help what it does to you.

“I also knew after a few months.” You say quietly.

“Oh, how lovely!” Your grandma claps her hands together softly, “And now here you are! Jungkook…” Your grandma sets down her tea cup and looks over at Jungkook. “I trust you will take care of y/n no matter what, right?”

“No matter what.” He says quickly. “She takes care of me too.”

“And how does she do that?” Your grandma raises a drawn on brow.

“She is always there for me…she always tries to understand me even when I am in the wrong…she always tries to get to know me like she doesn’t already know everything,” he chuckles, “She always hugs me when I need it.” Jungkook looks at you with a soft smile, “She really loves me and I can feel it.” Then his mouth falls open and his eyes expand a little, “Do you… love me y/n? Like—”

“Okay, that’s enough about us babe,” you cut him off, “When did you get in town grandma?”

“Oh, just last night.” She mumbles, “I—”

“So,” Manny comes into the kitchen, her v neck lower than it was 20 minutes ago, you can’t help but roll your eyes. “What do you do Jungkook?” she leans down into his space, one hand squeezing his bicep as she asks her question.

“Um, I work as an editor for a film company.” His eyes shift to you and you roll your eyes again. “What about you?”

“Oh? Me? I work at a marketing firm. Was hoping to see y/n there.” She smiles at you. “But guess she didn’t apply? Maybe?”

“I didn’t get hired.” You state plainly. “But I didn’t want to work there anyway.” You grip your thigh in annoyance.

“y/n is probably too good for that company anyway.” Jungkook says, his hand reaches for yours and you relax a little bit.

“Right.” Manny nods her head exaggeratedly, “That’s got to be it…” she winks at you and you give a half ass smile.

“So Jungkook…” she finally takes a seat next to him, her hand still on his arm. “Film, huh? That’s soo cool. What do you do in your spare time?” she squeezes his bicep again, “Besides working out, of course.” She laughs.

Jungkook looks at you in panic, his eyes shifting from yours to his arm and you just roll your eyes.

“Manny.” You cut in, “How’s Luis?”

“Oh, we broke up.” She says smiling at Jungkook. “Nothing to worry about it.”

“And what’s to worry about,” you lean over and detach her fingers from Jungkook’s arm. “Hm?”

“Oh nothing.” Manny shakes her head.

“Manny, did you ever take my things out of the drier?” Your grandma speaks up, “Please put them in my room if you haven’t already.”

“Speaking of rooms.” Your mom and dad walk into the kitchen, their hands joined together.

“What?” you ask.

“Grandma is in Jungkook’s room. So Jungkook will have to stay in your room with you.” She says nonchalantly.

“Hm? Okay.” You shrug while Jungkook’s eyes widen just slightly. “Where are aunt and uncle sleeping? And Daniel and the rest? “Oh, we got a hotel.” Manny says, “Which sucks because it would have been fun to have a little slumber party.” She says in pout. You give her a tight smile and nod.

“Sure.” You get out, “Guess it’s just me and Jungkook for the slumber party.” You wink at her and Jungkook laughs as he squeezes your hand.

“Can’t wait baby.”

“Oh, you guys are gross.” Manny gags, “We get it.”

“Yeah, behave.” Your mom gives you a pointed look, “You’re still in your parent’s house.”

“Sorry, sorry. We’re just messing around.” You wave your hand, “Also, I can get your things from the drier grandma, I am going upstairs anyway to change.”

“Thank you sweetie.”

You let go of Jungkook’s hand as you stand up, he looks up at you in panic. You’re leaving him here with Manny?! He’s not stupid, this girl is clearly not caring about the whole boyfriend thing but he doesn’t want to make a scene by saying something to her.

“I’ll go with you.” Jungkook rushes to say earning strange looks from your parents. “Be—because I should bring up our bags from the car.”

“Ah, yes! That’s true, that’s true.” Your mom nods her head in agreeance, “You two go.”

Upstairs is much quieter, Jungkook thinks to himself. Just the background noise of muffled voices and occasional laughter. You two are in your childhood bedroom with both of your bags on your small bed. You are digging through your own luggage when you hear Jungkook clear his voice.

“What’s up?” you don’t look up to see him, you continue digging into your bag for some sleep shorts and a t shirt.

“This bed is tiny.” Jungkook groans, “How are we going to sleep on it?”

“I suppose one of us could make a palette on the flo—”

“—No.” Jungkook shakes his head, “I just mean, you’ll have to sleep super close to me.”

“That doesn’t bother me. Does it bother you suddenly?” you grab the small shorts from your bag and set them on the bed.

“W-What? No…” he admits shyly, his teeth on full display at he smiles at his own bag. “I was just saying.”

“Will Vanessa not like it?” you whisper as you find the t shirt. “Because—”

“Actually we—”

“—ask her?”

“No, it’s fine. Trust me.” Jungkook brings out his own change of clothes and stands here awkwardly, not knowing where to go.

“I do trust you.” You breathe out, “We can just turn around and change.” You offer, already spinning on your heels and lifting your sweater over your head. Jungkook continues to stare at you until he’s hit with realization. He quickly turns around and starts changing as well.

“You sure let Manny touch you however she pleases.” You spit out quietly. Jungkook freezes mid shirt lift, his eyes growing in panic.

“It’s not that I was letting her…I just…I didn’t know what to do…I’m sorry—”

“Yeah, I know.” You roll your eyes even though he cannot see. “I’m just—it’s my fault. Me and Manny grew up together. The boy she liked in high school liked me…and ever since then she’s always…” you wiggle into your sleep shorts, slipping the material over your ass.

“Oh, I get it.” Jungkook slips on a new t shirt, “I’m done. Are you?”

“Yeah, I am.”

You both turn around, smiling sheepishly at one another. He’s wearing black sweats with a plain white t shirt and you in your sleep shorts you always use to wear around the apartment that use to drive Jungkook wild and one of his black t shirts.

“Hey, that’s mine.” He pouts, pointing at the shirt you’re wearing.

“Mine now.” You poke your tongue out. Jungkook pretends to reach over the bed to grab your tongue which makes you laugh.

“Don’t let Manny touch you again.” You blurt out, “I don’t like it.”

Jungkook bites down on his bottom lip as he stares at you, he begins walking to the other side of the bed until he’s standing in front of you.

“Why don’t you like it?” he asks softly.

“It’s annoying to look at it.”

“It irritates you to see another girl touch me?”

“It’s irritating when that girl is my cousin.”

“Why does it matter who it is specifically?” Jungkook steps closer to you, he pushes his hands in his sweat pockets.

“I don’t want you to fuck my cousin, Jungkook. Sue me.” Your straightforwardness makes Jungkook chuckle.

“I wouldn’t fuck your cousin, y/n.”

“Yeah, because you have Vanessa.” You remind him.

“Actually we—”

“—we should head back downstairs.” You try pushing past him but he catches your wrist.

“Tell me why it irritates you so much.”

“I just don’t like it, Jungkook.” You huff.

“Are you perhaps jealous?” Jungkook lowers your wrist, but he doesn’t let go.

“Why would I be jealous?” You yank your wrist from his hold and push past him, walking towards your bedroom door. “Come on.”

You basically told him you weren’t jealous but why did it have to happen that when teams were being chosen for this game night, Jungkook and Manny would get paired together.

The universe is laughing at you. Manny is…shameless. She has no problem flirting with someone else’s man…you’re no exception. You can tell Jungkook is slightly uncomfortable and not really enjoying the attention but still, somehow you are fuming. It’s not like he’s being exceptionally nice to her, he’s just not being standoffish enough to your liking.

“Oh, Jungkook!” Manny giggles for no reason, she leans into Jungkook’s space, just laughing away while sit you here and watch. He chuckles awkwardly, his hands messing with the playing cards in front of him. You hate this view. You thought any view with Jungkook would be a nice one, but you were wrong. Watching your cousin fawn over him like this is making you angry as fuck. As it should, right? Jungkook is your boyfriend! Well—not actually. But still! As far as Manny is concerned, Jungkook is your man, and she needs to back off.

“Manny, could you maybe give my boyfriend some space.” You snap, your voice cutting in through your family’s chatter. The room quiets down and all eyes are on you.

Manny looks all around the room, red creeping on her cheeks as she sits here, embarrassed. She opens her mouth to speak when you hold up a hand to stop her. Then you use that hand to gesture towards their bodies,

“He’s clearly uncomfortable that you are sitting so close, and frankly, I am too.”

“y/n…”

“And he’s too nice to say anything.” Your cold eyes look at her then they slide to Jungkook, “Which is something you need to work on babe.”

“I am not even sitting that close, jeez, you are as dramatic as ever.” Manny tries to roll her eyes, while subtlety scooting away. “And really? You try to call me out in front of everyone?”

“Oh? Should we talk in private then?”

“y/n.” this time the one saying your name is Jungkook. “Maybe we should go to sleep. Start new tomorrow, huh?” The tension between you and Manny too much for him to handle right now, especially in front of everyone.

“I think that’s a great idea.” It’s grandma. “It’s way past my bedtime too.”

“I think your aunt and uncle were just talking about how it’s almost time to leave too. Perfect timing!” Your mom chimes in, “Let’s all say goodnight.”

You don’t say anything to Jungkook as you peel back the baby pink duvet on your bed, you just stare down at your twin mattress with hard eyes.

“Are you okay?”

You continue to stay silent as you slip under the covers, scooting all the way towards the edge of the bed as far as you possibly can.

“y/n…” Jungkook pats in the last of his facial moisturizer into his skin, “I asked if you’re okay?” his back is facing you as he sits on the edge of the bed, placing his moisturizer back in his bag. “It was interesting,” (Hot.) “To see you all…protective,” (Jealous.) “Tonight.”

“I’m going to sleep.” You are laying on your back, staring up at the ceiling fan. “I don’t feel like talking tonight.”

Jungkook lays down next to you, his body so freaking close. He lays on his side, facing you. His right arm going under his head, trying his hardest to get comfortable in such close quarters.

“No talking, but maybe cuddling?” Jungkook whispers, and you of course hear it clear as day because he is so fucking close to you.

“Call me crazy but I don’t feel like cuddling with a guy who can’t even tell another girl to fuck off.” You shut your eyes. “Not in the mood.”

Jungkook blinks a few times, your words sinking in. You’re kind of right, he should of said something too but he didn’t know what to say. It’s your cousin! In front of your family! And he tried his hardest to lean away from Manny as much as possible.

“I’m sorry, y/n. You’re right. I should have said something.” His left hand reaches out to grab your hand that rests on top of your stomach.

“Yeah, you should have. But now I’m the asshole who called her out in front of everyone.”

Jungkook remembers it, and he darkly chuckles.

“Yeah, and it was hot.” He admits, making you open your eyes as you snap your head towards him.

“You think me being crazy jealous was hot?” you give him a look like he’s crazy.

“So you are jealous?” Jungkook smirks, “But I don’t see it that way. I see it as being protective over what’s yours.”

“So, you’re mine?” you turn to lean on your side, your body bumping into his. “At least until the end of this trip right?” you laugh, “I can’t believe you just don’t want to disappoint grandma.”

“At least until the end of this trip.” Jungkook leans his head closer to yours, “You finally brought home a boyfriend.” He grins as his forehead slightly bumps into yours.

What does Jungkook mean at least? And why does he always become closer and closer to you?

If you were to lift your head up at all, his lips would be dangerously close to yours.

“Jeez, how many fake boyfriends am I going to have this year?” you joke, keeping your head down, “I really got to find a real one by now.”

“I know the room is dark,” Jungkook begins, “But I still want to see your eyes when we talk.”

“Didn’t I say I didn’t want to talk?”

“y/n…” Jungkook whines, “You’re still mad at me?”

“Not really, it’s not your fault. I’m just still pissed at the situation.” You admit quite easily. “It’s honestly so disrespectful of her. You’re my boyfriend. You’re my man. You’re mine.”

Jungkook’s hand settles over your waist, he grabs on and brings you in closer to his body. He inhales you, taking in your scent. You smell so good to him, he could inhale you forever. Your words echo in his mind as he snuggles you closer. Your man? His heart races faster and faster as the echo gets louder.

“I’m yours, hm?” he runs his fingers down your side, starting from your shoulder until the top of your hip bone. “Does that make you mine?” He breathes out, “Are you mine baby?” his fingers dance over your hips, your shirt and shorts separating his fingers from touching your warm skin.

“You know what I mean.” You huff out, closing your eyes from his gentle touch.

“Do I though?” Jungkook’s hand lingers over your hips, until he is playing with the end of your shirt.

“Let me touch your skin.” He softly begs, “It’ll feel nice.”

Your eyes open in surprise, what skin? Where will he be touching?

“Innocent, I swear.” Jungkook adds, “Just want to make you feel nice.”

“Isn’t that weird?” you finally ask.

“I don’t think so.”

“Fine.” You close your eyes again, “Touch me.”

Jungkook bites his lips when you give him the green light, he wasn’t expecting you to agree so quickly. Because what if it is weird? He just wants to touch your skin, no harm done. Jungkook leans up on his arms and tugs at the bottom of your shirt,

“I am going to slide this up a bit, okay?” he asks and you nod your head but you hear him chuckle.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes.” You breathe out, your eyes still closed.

Jungkook takes the material between his fingers and begins to slowly, very slowly ride the shirt up. His eyes have finally adjusted to the dark, where he can see you just enough. The shirt slides up your body, exposing your skin inch by inch. He gulps.

He lifts the shirt up until your pretty blue bralette is showing itself, your breasts falling to the side giving you a good amount of cleavage. He gulps again.

When the shirt is all bunched up at your armpits, Jungkook lays back down on his side. The cold air that spins in circles thanks to the fan is causing your skin to get goosebumps, your stomach feeling extra sensitive.

“Touch me, Jungkook.” You softly command. “I want you to.”

Jungkook swallows hard at your straightforwardness. His hand slowly creeps up to your shoulder, his fingers brushing against the material of the t shirt before he’s lightly dragging his fingers down your side. His fingertips hit your exposed skin, he lightly glides them down, just barely touching you. When he reaches your hip bone he dances his fingers lower until they’re grazing your lower stomach. His touch is so light it’s got your breathing getting just a bit heavier. He repeats his action a few times, starting from your shoulder until his fingers glide across your bare stomach. He’s right, it does feel nice. Too nice, almost.

“How do my fingers feel?” He clears his throat, his voice nice and low. Your eyes shoot open at his question. This is all innocent, but why does that question feel so dirty?

“They feel so good.” You breathe out, “So good.”

Jungkook smiles and continues sliding his fingers over your lower stomach, causing you to release a long, shaky breath. His touch is so fucking good, his touch leaving a trail of fire. As his fingers lightly skid across your stomach he leaves behind such heat. His fingers finally glide up, they barely reach right under your breasts. Your breath catches in your throat, his fingers so dangerously close to your tits and you want to smash your head on something. God, what it would feel like to have them being touched by his large hand.

Jungkook uses just his pointer finger to drag his finger down from the center of your lower chest until he’s passing your belly button, until he’s reaching your lower stomach again, his finger stopping at the drawstrings on your shorts.

You can’t help but release a long, quiet moan as his finger does that over and over. You clench your stomach muscles with each stroke of his fingers. Why does Jungkook have to make you feel so fucking good?

Jungkook feels himself getting hard against your thigh, but he doesn’t care to hide it. Touching your warm, soft skin feels so intimate and that moan you released? His cock needs to hear more. He grabs a hold of your hip, the material of the shorts in the way of your skin.

“Can I lower these a little?” he pants out. “Just a little.”

“Yes.” You feel your breaths getting heavier.

Jungkook slips his fingers under the shorts and slowly drags down the material over your hip, your panties sliding down as well. Jungkook grunts in approval, he thumbs your hip bone causing you to quietly whimper.

“You really like your hips and stomach to be touched.” He states.

“S-Sensitive.” You admit.

Jungkook massages the skin of your hip, very, very lightly. Almost like he isn’t touching you at all, like he’s just trying to tease you. And it’s working. You feel your breaths become more erratic. You keep your eyes closed as the light feeling of his fingertips begin to make you wet. You can’t help but slightly rotate your hips in circles as he touches you, and you can’t help but moan when he puts more pressure into his massage on your hip.

“You like that?” Jungkook breathes out, “Feel good?”

Your hips move faster underneath his electric touch, you start to become desperate, needing more. You finally open your eyes, Jungkook notices how dark and captivating they look. You reach forward until your own hand is at his shirt.

“Off.”

Jungkook looks at you, very confused. But he doesn’t waste another moment when he sits up and throws his shirt off.

“Good.” Your hands go to grope his chest. His strong muscles flex beneath your touch. You drag your hands down his chest until they stop at the waistband of his sweats, he throws his head back as you explore the front of his body.

“Want to touch you too.” You admit between harsh breaths.

Jungkook’s hand goes to the shirt bunched around your shoulders and tugs on it,

“Off too.” He guides you to sit up and he helps you take off your shirt. Your strappy bralette leaves almost nothing to the imagination, Jungkook thinks. The material is so very thin that he sees your hard nipples and he wants to brush his thumb over them. But he refrains.

“Much better.” Jungkook says in one breath. “Now lay down.”

You do as he says, this time you lay on your back instead of your side. You try breathing in and out normally but can’t help how irregular your breaths are.

“Jungkook.” You whine, “Touch me.”

“So needy.” Jungkook’s hand hovers over the top of your stomach, “My baby is so needy.” He whispers.

You reach up and caress Jungkook’s cheek, “I am.” You admit. Jungkook throws his head back, biting on his lip as he grins.

“Good girl.” His fingers lightly dance below your belly button and you whine. He glides his fingers lower and lower until they’re at your waistband.

“Going to pull these down…just a little.” His voice cracks as he stares down at you.

You nod your head and tell him yes over and over.

He drags the shorts just a bit lower, right before your pussy is exposed. His fingers lightly touch your new exposed skin, and you moan. The feeling getting you so worked up.

“I want to do the same to you.” You try say between your rough breathing. “Let me touch you, Jungkook.” Your hands go to his stomach, your touch anything but light as you drag your hands down with pressure. You reach the top of his waist band and begin pulling down until he’s catching your wrist.

“And what do you think you are doing?” Jungkook’s low, deep voice sends a shiver down your god damn spine.

“Innocent, I promise.” You mock, “Want to touch you too.”

“I think we have had enough,” he teases lightly, bringing his hand back to his own body. “Let’s go to sleep.”

“Fine, cuddle me.” You say, annoyed. You turn to your other side, where your back is facing him.

“Fine by me. But…” He sinks down further into the covers to spoon you, one arm going beneath your head and the other pulling you in by the hips, “Remember what happens when we get in this position.” You feel his hard cock poke your ass and you moan out quietly.

“What happens?” you play dumb.

“4 years ago, you asked me to cuddle you like this because you wanted to get fucked.” he says easily and you choke on your spit. He’s referencing that night?

Jungkook is so lost in you, he doesn’t care anymore. He will bring up that night a million times if he has to. He loves you. And he’s starting to get real tired of the constant tension between you two. He pushes his hips into your ass, you feel how hard he is and you squeeze your eyes shut.

“I also said this position makes me feel safe.” You play innocent as you bump your ass into his crotch.

“I make you feel safe?”

“You make me feel a lot of things.” You whimper, backing your ass further into his cock, it’s so hard and poking against you in such a way that drives you nuts.

Jungkook groans as he feels you circling your hips into his crotch. His hand goes to your hip and he squeezes tightly making you moan out.

“You got to be more quiet baby.” Jungkook warns softly, “We don’t want your parents or your grandmother thinking we are really having that ‘slumber party’.” He jokes.

“Then what are we having?”

“Just some innocent massages between friends.” He comments with a snicker.

“Oh? Is my ass massaging your dick so innocent?” you whine out, “I don’t really do this sort of thing with my other friends.” You keep your eyes screwed shut.

“It’s very innocent.” Jungkook teases, he begins lightly humping you. He pushes his cock further and further on your ass cheeks, he moans when you two find a rhythm. He remembers when he fucked you in this position, he remembers it well. How you sounded, how you smelled, how you felt. He memorized the feeling of you.

“Fuck, y/n…” Jungkook quietly groans out. He rocks his hips into you faster, and you hate everything. You want to touch yourself so bad. You want to slide your fingers down your shorts and rub your aching clit, you would like it even more if it was Jungkook’s fingers.

“Not fair…” you say in pout, arching your back.

“What’s not?” he pants.

“I want to feel good too…” you say, flipping to your other side, facing him. You scoot impossibly close until his cock is pressed against your lower stomach.

“Innocently, of course.” You throw a leg over his waist as your hands go to his chest to guide him to lay on his back. “Gonna make us both feel good.” Your eyes are glazed over in lust as you speak.

You straddle his hips and find the right placement in sitting down…his cock nice and snug between your clothed folds. You begin moving your hips until you have the right angle on your clit and you moan.

“Is this okay?” you breathe out and Jungkook nods his head quickly.

You begin rocking yourself against his clothed cock, he quietly whimpers at the feeling. Jungkook screws his eyes shut as his mouth falls open and wonderful panting leaves his lips. You watch him lose his composure as you hump him, you pick up the pace, becoming more and more desperate. Your clit is thanking you. ‘Thank you bitch’ it says.

“I—I can’t” Jungkook moans out, “I—I can’t do this.”

You immediately slow down, rejection sinking in. “What do you mean? You don’t want to do—”

“—I don’t want to do this with clothes on.” Jungkook groans, his fingers digging into your hips. “I need you naked. Fucking now.” He grits out.

You finally still as you process his words. Are you two about to fuck? Is this really a good idea? Again? But you are so far gone…you are so beyond horny that you are able to push your logical thinking to the side.

“Okay.” You look at him with lust filled eyes, “Take off my clothes.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen but he’s nodding his head so fucking fast it’s almost comical. He rushes to unclasp your bralette, your breasts bouncing as they are freed. He sits up, and you are graced with the sight of Jungkook’s mouth sucking on your tit. You arch your back, pushing your breast further into his mouth, his tongue swirling over the hardened nub. You throw your head back in pleasure, his hand giving your other breast all the attention it needs.

“Shorts, Jungkook.” You beg. “Take them off me.”

Jungkook detaches his self from your breast and looks up into your eyes and smirks,

“Say please, princess.”

“Fucking please, please.”

Jungkook’s hands quickly find their way to your shorts and your rise to your knees to help him slip them off your legs. Your panties go down with the shorts and Jungkook couldn’t be more pleased.

“Oh my god baby.” Jungkook stares at you with dark eyes, “Your wetness is literally dripping down your inner thighs. You are so fucking wet.” He comments and you smile shyly.

“You…” you begin to say.

“What about me?” he teases, his fingers grazing your inner thigh, he wipes some of your cum off your sensitive skin.

“You did this to me.”

“Yes I did baby. And I will take full responsibility.” He guides your body up his own, you follow his lead.

“Ride my face.” He commands as he lays back down, his hand in yours still guiding you when you stop abruptly.

“W—What?”

“Ride my face baby.” He tugs on your hand and you hesitantly make your way closer to him. You stop when you are hovering over his chest, knees on either side of his neck when you start to get shy.

“I’ve never…”

“Keep going,” his hands go to your hips and he’s guiding you further up until your pussy is hovering over his warm mouth.

“Now sit.”

“Jungkook—”

“I said, sit.”

And you do, you lower yourself over his mouth…you slam your eyes shut, feeling nervous. But then you are met with his wet, warm tongue. You stay still as he begins licking at you, his tongue licking a strip from your hole to your clit. You start to relax as the sensation fills you up, his tongue swirling around causing you to release a long, breathy moan. You can’t help but start to rock your hips back and forth…the feeling even more spectacular. You try to keep quiet, you really do. But Jungkook’s tongue is quite literally fucking you.

“Ah, Jungkook.” You throw your head back, your eyes rolling all around as you ride his face faster. You feel Jungkook moan into your pussy, making you whimper even more.

You don’t know how much time has passed but it does not matter. Jungkook shows no sign of stopping anytime soon, his tongue working to make you feel so fucking good. You ride his face even harder now, your thighs shaking as you squeeze around his head.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” You pant out, “I think I’m going to—”

You rock your hips as fast as you can as you feel your orgasm approaching, Jungkook’s hands squeeze your ass cheeks. He encourages you to rock against him even harder as he guides your hips. His tongue is laid flat against your clit as you ride him faster, you can feel how close you are. You thighs shake and you feel your pussy clench around nothing as your orgasm hits you. It hits you so fucking hard, like a strong wind that’s knocked you over.

“Fuuuuuucckkk.” You squeeze your thighs together, probably crushing Jungkook’s head as you come. You breathe so fucking hard as you try to hurry to come down from your amazing orgasm, you struggle to rise to your knees, so Jungkook helps lift you a bit until you are rising from his mouth.

You inch backwards until you are hovering over his chest, when he makes you sit down. You open your eyes, and take a look at the man before you.

His entire face is glistening with your cum and he looks so fucking happy about it. He’s trying to catch his own breath as he eyes you, his entire face wet with your cum. He is fucking grinning at you.

“You did so amazing baby.” He breathes out.

“That was incredible.” You admit. “Want to…” you start off hesitantly, “Want to fuck my mouth?”

Jungkook slams his eyes shut, and takes a few deep breaths before he slowly opens his eyes again.

“No…We should get cleaned up and go to sleep. Don’t you think?” he asks softly.

“Go…to sleep?” you ask, disappointed. “Sure.” You say kind of detached. “If that’s what you want.”

~~~~~~

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

It’s the next morning and you are trying your hardest to sleep away from Jungkook. But the bed is so small making it almost impossible. You didn’t sleep at all. Which feels unfair because Jungkook is next to you snoring away with a lazy arm thrown over your waist.

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

Jungkook has a girlfriend but you and him…oh my god you made Jungkook a cheater. You are the fucking worst. You let lust win in this dangerous game you two are playing, you let it win and shove it’s victory in your face. You hate yourself. You feel so fucking bad! Vanessa may not be your favorite person but cheating is never okay.

Shame. Guilt. Regret.

You wonder if Jungkook will feel these things too as he wakes up…you wonder if he will feel worse. Jungkook is a lot of things but a cheater isn’t one of them. He’s always felt strongly about the subject because of his mom and dad. Will he be weird with you? Will he feel worse than you? Will he be able to forgive himself?

Suddenly, Jungkook’s light snores go quiet and his arm is tightening around your waist just the slightest. He’s awake. He begins pulling you in closer to his body and then you feel his lips on your neck. He leaves just an innocent peck and then you think he may be going back to sleep with how comfortable he’s getting.

“Let’s get up.” You break the silence in the room, “I can hear people downstairs.”

“Oh, good morning.” You feel him smile on your neck, “Why don’t we stay here for just a few minutes?”

Has he not processed what he’s done? Where is his shame? His guilt? His regret? You feel sick.

“We really should get up.” You repeat. “I’m hungry.” You detach yourself from his body and rise from the bed. You don’t even look at him as you grab a change of clothes and exit the room to head towards the bathroom.

Jungkook is left on the bed wondering what’s up with you? Are you feeling awkward after last night? He thought you might be in a good mood…considering your orgasm…but instead your mood seems to be sour.

“Great.” Jungkook mutters underneath his breath. He gets up too, going to his bag to change for the day. When he’s done, he grabs his toiletries and makes his way to the bathroom. He stands outside the door, softly knocking. You swing the door open with your toothbrush hanging out of your mouth when you usher him inside.

“I’m going to wash up too…” Jungkook warns. He sets his small toiletry bag on the bathroom counter and takes out his face wash, moisturizer and tooth brush.

You nod your head as you continue to brush your teeth, toothpaste foaming at the corner of your mouth.

“How do you feel this morning?” Jungkook tries to make decent conversation as he applies his face wash to his face.

You spit out the toothpaste and rinse your mouth, wiping your face dry with a towel.

“Fine.” You spit out. “Just fine.”

Jungkook washes his face with water, and pats his face dry with a small towel, just nodding his head. He feels awkward.

“I feel fine too…” He adds, trying to add more to the convo. “Do you think grandma heard us last night?” he asks.

“Let’s not talk about last night.” You snap, “Can’t you read a room?”

You grab your things and leave the bathroom, leaving Jungkook wondering what the hell he did to make you so mad. Did you hate it that much? Maybe in the past he would have thought that but now…he knows how much you liked it. Loved it even. Jungkook doesn’t feel as insecure as before, he just knows the only way to solve this is to talk to you. Communication.

Communication would be a lot easier if he was given a god damn chance at talking to you but your mom is keeping you so busy in the kitchen with your gossipy aunt’s chitter chatter filling every crevice of the room. You nod along, even laugh as you listen. Jungkook is in the backyard with the three kids, keeping them entertained as you, Manny, Larissa, your aunt and mom bake in the kitchen with grandma sipping her tea at the table. Your dad, uncle and Daniel are in the living room watching some show, clanking their beer bottles together in celebration. Today is Christmas eve. Apparently this is when your family does most of the major celebrating, you guys bake and cook all day, eat a grand dinner and open presents. And Christmas day you just eat leftovers and chill.

The youngest kid has grown quite fond of Jungkook, she tends to feel left out by her two older brothers. Jungkook plays with her and she has already formed an attachment making your cousin in law laugh at them fondly.

“Your boyfriend is great with kids! Lucky you.” Larissa winks at you as she rolls the cookie dough on the counter.

“Yeah, yeah.” You say plainly.

“y/n…what’s wrong?” Manny comes up to your side, “Trouble in paradise?”

“No, Manny.” You snap. “But I bet you would like that.”

“Girls, let’s not fight.” Your aunt cuts in while your mom just looks at you worried.

“I would hardly call it a fight.” You hear your grandmas sweet voice over everyone else’s. “Now how are those drop cookies coming along girls?”

“They’re coming.” You say. “If Manny ever finishes with the dry ingredients.”

“I told you I was almost done, chill out.”

“Girls.” Your mom warns, “y/n, why don’t you go keep Jungkook company?”

Your eyes go from your moms to outside where Jungkook is and you panic.

“No, it’s okay…he’s fine.”

“You know what?” Your grandma speaks up, “I think I will if you won’t.” She sweetly chuckles. She stands from her place at the table, grabs her tea cup and makes her way to the outside table instead, closing the backyard door behind her.

“Hi dear.” Your grandma nods towards Jungkook as he plays pirates with the boys. He is laughing and pretending to have a hook hand, while the boys giggle and run around. The youngest claims she is the lost princess and that Jungkook has to save her. Grandma watches with joy, loving how well he gets along with the children.

“Hi.” Jungkook says out of breath from playing. He tells the kids to keep playing and that he will return shortly, they beg and whined that he stay but he says if they keep playing he will steal them some of the first cookies. The kids nod their head aggressively in agreement.

“How are you this afternoon?” he takes a seat across from her.

“Why is my granddaughter mad at you?” She smiles at Jungkook and his face drains of all color.

“Um…what do you mean?”

“Anyone with eyes knows you two have been strange all morning and afternoon.” Your grandma brings her tea to her mouth, “Maybe Manny was right, there is trouble in paradise.” She smiles again, “The key is to talk to her. Find out what’s going on.”

Jungkook groans, throwing his head into his hands. He lifts his head up again to speak but decides to just groan again in frustration.

“She won’t give me a chance to speak to her.” He admits. “She’s avoiding me.”

“Make the chance happen.” Grandma advices, “You’re a good kid, Jungkook. Even though you decided to lie to poor old me.”

“Lie?”

“You think I really couldn’t tell that you’re not really dating my granddaughter? I’ve been around too long to get fooled by something like that. But I see your feelings are real. So are hers. So why aren’t you two together?”

Jungkook sits here, absolutely stunned silent. He doesn’t know how to respond! Grandma begins sipping on her tea again when she lowers it to speak.

“Go talk to her honey. I want to see my grandbaby happy.”

“I guess we don’t have to pretend anymore.” Jungkook finally speaks.

“No, no. Keep going, it is quite entertaining, dear.” Your grandma chuckles, “Plus, it keeps Manny on her toes. Best if she thinks you are taken. Once she finds out that you are single…I fear for your life, boy.” Your grandma laughs out loud, making Jungkook join her.

“Fair enough.” He says, “But how do I…how do I get her to talk to me?”

“I’m sure you know her better than I do.” Grandma points out, “You’ll figure out what works best for her.”

And your grandma is right, he does know you best. But what will work? When you have avoided things in the past he has usually been the one to force answers out of you. Now is no different.

All the baking for the day is complete, you sit down at the table in the kitchen and let your head fall to the table top. You moan out in satisfaction that you all are finally done…how unfair that the guys got to just chill all day? Your mom has been cooking with your aunt for Christmas dinner while you and your cousins worked on pies and cookies. And they sat and drank beer. Typical.

“Hey.” You feel Jungkook’s warm breath hit your ear and you look up at him, his face so close to yours as he is leaned down to speak to you.

“Can we talk?”

“Nothing to talk about.” You lay your head back down on the table until you feel your arm being pulled upwards, causing you to stand to your feet.

“Don’t be a brat. Let’s go.” Jungkook pulls you up, and starts pulling you in the direction of the staircase.

“Let go of me.” She say weakly, “I can walk myself.”

Jungkook let’s go of your arm and instead reaches for your hand, he interlocks his fingers with yours and you roll your eyes.

“I said, I can walk myself.”

Jungkook only shakes his head in response, guiding you up the stairs until you two reach the bedroom, you both walk inside as Jungkook closes the door behind you two.

“Now talk.” He softly commands.

“Nothing to talk about?”

“y/n…” he warns and you feel your eyes start to sting.

“We fucked up, Jungkook.” You blink back the stinging in your eyes, shame, guilt, and regret joining you.

“How so?”

“What do you mean ‘How so?’” you ask incredulously. “Do you not remember the events of last night? You have a girlfriend!” you throw your hands in the air, “You are a cheater! I’m the one you cheated with…oh my god…”

Jungkook’s eyes widen at your words and he starts shaking his head. He tries walking closer to you but you only step back until your back meets the wall.

“We fucked up.” You cry out. “I’m so sorry.”

“What are you sorry for?” Jungkook asks softly. You are starting to wonder why this dude is not panicking.

“I made you a cheater.” You cry. Jungkook walks closer to you again until he’s wrapping his arms around your waist.

“You didn’t.” he whispers. “Vanessa and I…we aren’t together right now.”

You sniffle into his shoulder as you process his words…not together right now? What does that even mean?

“She broke up with me.” He begins to explain, “Said she wants to break up until New Year’s but I don’t think we will be getting back together.”

“Why not?” you whisper.

“I…I don’t know.”

“Oh.” You untangle yourself from Jungkook’s arms, “But you aren’t a cheater?”

“No.”

You sigh out in relief, a huge, long, heavy sigh. Thank God. You feel shame, guilt, and regret leave your body making you feel ten times lighter.

“So I have nothing to feel bad for?”

“Absolutely nothing.” Jungkook smiles at you, “Now can we go enjoy Christmas? I cannot wait to give you your present.”

You pull on your hair, feeling nervous suddenly. Is he just going to brush past this too? Are you two not going to bring up last night in more detail? Figure out what it means for you two? Are you two just friends who occasionally hook up? That’s not what you want. What do you want? “Sure.”

~~~~~

“Dinner was delicious, honey.” Your dad says reaching over to cup your moms cheek. “I think I ate way too much this year.”

“Oh sweetheart, you say that every year.” Your mom laughs, “What about everyone else? Eat enough?”

Everyone around the table groans in happiness, nodding their heads yes and complimenting the dinner.

“Well, I suppose we should get on to the presents portion of the evening?” Your mom stands from her chair, “Let’s all go into the living room around the tree.”

Everyone makes their way into the living room, you and Jungkook being the last two to make it inside. You two stand here awkwardly, not entirely too sure where to sit since it is a bit crowded. Your grandma points at you two with a cheeky smile.

“Mistletoe.” She yells out. “Mistletoe!”

You point at yourself in question and then at Jungkook. What mistletoe? Then you see Jungkook looking up and his face turning completely red. Oh.

“We really don’t—”

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” you hear your various family members chanting. Your parents grinning like fools as they chant as well. Your grandma winks at Jungkook and Jungkook goes even redder.

“We don’t have to Jungkook” you whisper. Jungkook clears his throat repeatedly until his face begins going back to his normal color.

“No, it’s tradition right?”

“I mean, I guess.” You shrug, you begin to turn red yourself.

“C’mere.” He reaches for your hand and pulls you in to his chest, then his other hand goes to cup your jaw. “Just one kiss.” He whispers.

You feel all his body heat enter your body, his touch making you so fucking warm. You nod your head pathetically as you tilt your head up. Jungkook smiles down at you and leans in just a bit, his forehead pressing against yours. Your eyes go to his lips, they are pink and his bottom lip is plump. Jungkook leans lower until his mouth is hovering over yours and he very innocently pecks your lips. You wish his kiss had lingered longer but it is short but sweet. He leans away from you, his forehead still pushed up against your own when you surge forward and kiss him again.

You hear the hollering of your cousin Daniel and his wife Larissa, Manny probably pouting. Your aunt and uncle are giggling and your parents laughing but telling you to behave. Your grandma snickers to herself and starts softly clapping her hands together.

“I thought I said just one?” Jungkook teases, his hand lowering to his side but his other hand keeps holding yours.

“I couldn’t help myself.” You admit confidently “Now let’s do presents!” you turn to face everyone else.

“Agreed!” your mom yells out excitedly. “First, we have Manny from Daniel…”

The night continues, everyone exchanging presents. Your parents loved their gifts, your mom thought the necklace was very thoughtful and your dad says he would love to take you to the game with him. You give Jungkook your gift, he yelps in excitement when he unwraps his gift when he sees the boots.

“Thanks baby, I know I haven’t shut up about these shoes for months!” he leans in to hug you. “Now it’s my turn.” He grins.

He searches the tree for the last gift of the night: Jungkook to you. He grabs the box and hands it to you, a shy smile making its way on his lips.

“Here, for you.” He sits back and waits for you to unwrap it. Your parents and the rest of your relatives wait as well.

“Okay, here I go.” You begin unwrapping the box, throwing the gift paper to the side on the floor and are met with a brown box. You raise a brow at Jungkook and he just smiles widely.

“Go on,” he says, “Open it.”

So you do. You carefully open the box and pull out a wooden box—a music box. The top of the music box is glass with a photo of you and Jungkook, your heart absolutely melts into two.

“Open it, open it.” He urges excitedly.

“Okay…”

You lift the top of the music box, revealing its insides. Your absolute favorite song in the world starts playing and you feel the waterworks coming. This song means everything to you. He knows it is your favorite.

“Read what it says…” he mentions shyly. “There’s a message.”

I will always believe in you. I will always support you. And I will always love you.

You read the message to yourself a few times over and you start sniffling, a few tears leaving your eyes. You look up to make eye contact with Jungkook and he smiles. You close the box and slip it back inside the box and set it to the side, you crawl towards Jungkook and hug him. Your arms wrap around his neck and you throw your head into his shoulder, and you start mumbling your thanks.

“Of course baby.” He whispers into your hair, “I mean it.”

“I know you do…” you murmur. “I know.” You sniffle harder. “And I love you more.”

You, yourself aren’t entirely sure how you meant the words ‘I love you’ in this moment. You are so overwhelmed and overjoyed that you aren’t sure if you said it platonically or romantically. All you know is that you meant it.

“That’s impossible.” Jungkook chuckles. You slowly leave his arms, feeling embarrassed now that you’re crying in front of everyone.

“What did it say?” Manny asks, “You didn’t even share!”

“Let’s leave it between the love birds.” Your grandma says.

“Love birds indeed.” Your mom grins, “Well, Santa comes nice and early tomorrow!” she says to the kids.

“Are you sure about leaving them here tonight?” Daniel asks, “Santa can come to the hotel too.”

“Don’t be silly,” your mom says, “I will put them to bed on the sofas. It will be fine.”

“Okay, we will see you all bright and early tomorrow morning then.” Larissa begins packing up their things.

“Heading out already?” Your dad asks, “Well, take some food with you.”

You and Jungkook stay seated on the floor, as the rest begin cleaning up. Your mom picks up all the gift wrapping paper off the floor while your dad puts away gifts and you and Jungkook sit side by side.

“Did you like your gift?” Jungkook inches closer to you.

“I love it, Jungkook.” You lean into his shoulder, resting your head on him. “It makes me so happy.”

“What about me…do I make you happy?”

“So happy.” You admit. “I hope I can make you this happy too.”

“You do.” Jungkook leans his head on top of yours. “Like, you have no idea.” He reaches for your hand and tangles his fingers with yours.

“Do you two want to head to bed? We got the cleaning covered.” Your mom offers. You yawn in response, showing her that you could use some sleep.

“Yeah, okay.” You accept gratefully, you stand up taking Jungkook with you. You two say your goodnight’s and head towards the stairs up to your bedroom.

“Goodnight you two.” Your grandma sings, sending a wink to Jungkook and he goes red again.

“Why does she keep winking at you?” You wonder out loud.

“No idea…” Jungkook is quick to respond. “Weird…”

When you and Jungkook get to your room, you both rush to get changed and wash up in the bathroom. He finishes before you, settling into the bed. You come in next, wearing your sleep shorts and a tank top. You turn the lights off and make your way to your bed, you slip inside and groan in satisfaction…ah, sleep time.

“Hey y/n…”

“Hm?” you sleepily roll over to your side to face Jungkook, “What’s up?”

“I just want to say…” he pauses and bites his lip. “Thanks. I just want to say thanks.”

“For what babe?”

“For bringing me for Christmas…this is the first time I have felt so at home in years.” He admits, “You have no idea what this means to me.”

“I’m glad you’re happy Jungkook.”

“More than happy.” He corrects. “You have no idea what you mean to me.”

“Then tell me.”

“Can I show you instead?” Jungkook leans closer to you, tilting his head at the right angle. “Can I kiss you?”

You can’t help but swallow hard, Jungkook wants to kiss you? To show you what you mean to him? That’s romantic right? You aren’t totally reading this wrong?

“Why?” you ask, gulping down your spit.

“Because.” He breathes out softly, “Please.”

You can smell the toothpaste on his breath, you can smell his laundry detergent on his clothes, you can smell the shampoo in his hair. You inhale him and hold your breath.

“If I say no?” you blink up at him and he smiles softly.

“Then I will respect that.” He answers honestly.

With your eyes still adjusting to the darkness it is hard to see his eyes but you just know they are soft and inviting.

“Jungkook…” You scoot closer to him, moving your head to be at level with his face. “Baby…” you whimper out as you lean in closer to his face.

“Is that a yes?” He asks, his breath hitting your lips. “Because—”

Your lips find his in a slow, tender kiss. You peck his lips over and over and you can feel his lips shaping into a smile. You pull away after a few seconds, feeling breathless after the short kiss.

“Goodnight Jungkook.” You scoot down until your head hits his chest and you snuggle into it.

“Goodnight baby.” Jungkook smiles, laying on his back as he stares up at the dark ceiling. How will he find sleep tonight? His heart is racing in his chest. Are you finally starting to understand his feelings? He knows he hasn’t talked about them yet…but he will. Yes, he definitely will.

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