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whatsk-poppinhomies · 8 months
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Pairing : BF!Han Jisung x F!Reader TW : established relationship ; arguing ; panicked Jisung ; kind of angsty but mainly fluff ; a little suggestive at the end ; Word Count : 3.0k Request : @moon0fthenight : a hanji fic (angst cause its ur forte OFC) where you have a small argument with him, and so you give him space understandingly, but he misunderstands your intention and thinks that you are givjng silent treatment so breaks down with a panic attack and vents all his work struggle and you comfort him
“Thank you!” You chimed as you grabbed the carry out bag from the girl working the window, making sure it wouldn’t tip over before moving out of the drive-thru lane and heading back out on the road again. 
Jisung and the rest of 3RACHA had been working late nights yet again, staying up until the crack of dawn trying to perfect the songs that would be coming out in the next album that hadn’t even been announced yet. They were always ahead, but you worried about them and their lack of rest. That’s just one of the reasons you were heading out to the studio right now, the scent of grease from the fast food filling your car, and while you knew it wasn’t the healthiest meal, you wanted it to be something quick that they could munch on, and then hopefully they’d all decide to just head on home and get some sleep when they were done eating. 
Making your way into the building and over to the elevator, you clutched the bag in one hand and the cup holder in the other hand against your chest, hoping that you wouldn’t accidentally drop or spill any on your way to the studio. It was a surprise, you wanted the guys, especially Jisung, to know that you cared about them. 
As you walked down the hallway, the soda in the cups sloshing against the plastic lids, you could hear them faintly talking behind one of the doors. The light of Chans computer slipped through the crack between the actual door and the frame, and you wondered just how focused they had been on working that they didn’t even shut the door all the way. 
At least it would make it easier for you to get into the room, and you nudged the door with your hip to push it open further, flashing your brightest smile to the guys who all looked up at you with the most confused looks. “Jisung…” Changbin muttered to your boyfriend who sighed heavily before pushing himself up off the couch. 
“It’s late… What are you doing here?” He asked as he walked over to you, eyeing the food that you were holding before his eyes moved back up to your face. It surely wasn’t the reaction that you were expecting, but you wrote it off as them just being tired. 
You held up the food bag, your smile never faltering, although it felt like the guys in the room were less than happy that you had come in. “I brought you all some food, you’ve been working so hard. I just wanted to check up on you three…” You explained, finally setting the bag of food down on the little side table before placing down the cup holder as well. “I was wondering when you’d come home… I’m worried about you all.” 
“Jisung…” Chan now said his name, more sternly this time as he swiveled his chair around, removing the headphones from his ears and dangling them around his neck. They were all staring at you, and the looks that you were getting from the three were a mixture of annoyance, irritation, and even a little bit of anger. 
“Sorry, hyung…” Jisung mumbled, placing his hand on the small of your back and leading you out of the studio and back into the hallway. “You don’t have to check up on me. I’m not a baby.” Jisung said sharply once he had gotten you out of the room, and the words hit you a little harder than they probably would have if he had just said them over a call or through text. “If I’m not home, and I’m not answering your calls or your texts, then just assume I’m busy and don’t bother me. This is setting us back. You’re setting us back right now.” 
You had gone out of your way to make sure they were fed, you had done it out of the kindness of your heart, because you cared about your boyfriend and you cared about his friends, and they were all looking at you like some sort of burden. It was one thing for Chan and Bin to look at you that way, you didn’t really care, but for your boyfriend to see you in that light, that was painful. “I was just… I was trying to make sure you ate… I wanted to make sure you were okay…” You whispered, trying to swallow down the lump that was forming in your throat. 
Jisungs eyes were like daggers as he rolled them, shadowed in the low light of the dimly lit hallway. “I didn’t ask for that. You came here unannounced, we were doing good, we were almost finished. I just need some space, that’s all I’m asking for. Space and time to get done the things I need to do. You think you can manage to let me have that?” 
While you hoped that he didn’t really mean the things that he was saying, you couldn’t be sure considering the fact that he sounded so serious right now. “Y-Yeah… I’m sorry…” Was all you could manage to say. What else could you say to that? You didn’t come here expecting an argument, you didn’t come here thinking that he’d be mad at you for surprising him. You had been completely sideswiped by his and the other guys' reactions, and all you could do was feel the pain from his words as you backtracked down the hallway, the sound of the door slamming shut echoing off the walls on either side of you. 
Space… Time and space… That’s what he needed, and that’s what you’d give him. With much thought, you realized that he was just working hard, and maybe you were a little bit overbearing at times, but that’s just because you loved him, you cared about him. It was hard, but you’d give him what he needed so he and the guys could get done what they needed to do, and then when that was over, you’d be able to talk to him hopefully. 
You packed a couple clothes and other necessities into a small bookbag, heading to your parents house under the pretense that you missed them and the house felt lonely without Jisung there. It wasn’t exactly a lie, but you weren’t going to tell your parents about the small tiff that you and your boyfriend got into either. You’d stay there for a couple days, not just to give him the space, but to keep yourself from overthinking about his words, because while you had come to the conclusion that he didn’t actually mean them, it didn’t change the fact that they still hurt. 
It was easy to keep yourself busy while you were there. You hadn’t seen your family in so long, that a better half of your stay was just you catching up with them and talking to them about how things had been since you were gone. You went shopping and helped with dinner and chores, and you spent late nights staying up watching shows with your mom just to make up for missed time. You barely even had your phone on you, let alone the time to check it for texts. 
“Hey babe, we finished working on the album! Wanna celebrate with us?” “Totally cool if you don’t want to do a group celebration. Maybe you and I can go out for dinner or something?” “I miss you, I haven’t seen you in a bit. I’m coming home today, I spent the night at the dorms, I can’t wait to sleep in our bed with you again.” “Are you busy with work or something? You haven’t answered in a whole 24 hours and that’s totally not like you… I love you!!” “I came home and you’re not here… You’re just working… Right?” “Your toothbrush is gone…” “Your brush is gone…” “Your clothes and your bookbag are gone… I really hope that maybe we just got robbed and you’re at work right now or something because I’m getting kinda scared…” “Babe…?” “I know that what I said wasn’t nice and I’m sorry, please don’t leave me. I love you so much, you don’t understand.” “Baby, please. I’m getting scared, I’m really scared. Tell me you’re coming back. Just call me. Please I didn’t mean it!”
When you finally got to check your phone close to the end of your visit, your entire lock screen was filled with notifications from him, and when you checked them, you silently cursed yourself for not checking your phone more often while you were there. The last thing you wanted to do was to make him think that you were actually mad at him, but you knew how he was, and you knew he was probably freaking out already considering the last message was sent a day ago. If he wasn’t panicking to the other guys at the moment, you were sure he was lying in bed crying. 
“Ji ended up coming back home a little earlier than we thought.” You excused yourself as you walked through the living room with your bag swung over your shoulder. “I had a great time, I’ll come back and do this again soon, I promise.” You hated having to leave your family on such short notice, but with Jisungs anxiety and you knew how he could get, you were worried about leaving him alone for too long with the assumption swimming in his head that you had actually left him. 
“Oh no, that’s okay. Next time you come up, bring him with you. We haven’t seen him in a while either.” Your mom said, cheerful and still unaware of the reason behind your presence and the reason for your rushed departure. “I love you, come back soon, okay?” You nodded in agreement, taking an extra second to give everyone a hug before running out the front door and throwing your stuff in the backseat before climbing into the front and starting the drive back home. 
You had tried to call him on your drive back home, and either he didn’t have his phone on him, or he was actively ignoring you, because he wasn’t picking up and that scared you even more. As you pulled up to the house, the sun was just beginning to set, but none of the lights in the house were on. Was he even home? 
Not even bothering to grab your bags from the back, you jumped out of the car and ran up to the front door, fumbling with your keys to unlock it only to realize that it hadn’t been locked at all. Usually he would lock the door no matter what, worried about crazed fans or even just robbers breaking in and hurting either you, him, or both. Your heart was already racing as you slowly stepped into the dark house, not even bothering to kick off your shoes as you flicked on the lights and made your way around. 
Everything felt quiet, too quiet, too still, and you worried that maybe he really had left after you failed to respond to his texts. You were about to leave, go to the dorms to see if he was there or if any of the other guys knew where he was, when you heard the toilet flush and the slight creak of the bathroom door as it opened. “Ji?” You questioned softly, feeling more like the main character in a horror movie right now than a worried girlfriend. 
All those fears subsided though when you heard him gasp, the hall light flicking on and revealing your boyfriend, his hair disheveled and his eyes bloodshot, his cheeks and the tip of his nose blushed a dark pink and his lips chapped from breathing a little too much and a little too heavily. “Y/N…” He croaked out your name, but he didn’t move from the center of the hallway and the domed light above his head was more like a spotlight on him in contrast to the darkness of the rest of the house. 
“I thought you left.” You whispered, finally taking the time to take off your shoes before walking over to him. “Why were all the lights out? It’s so dark… You could have tripped over something and hurt yourself.” You quietly scolded him, your fingers gingerly moving his hair out of his face only to realize that it had been curtaining just how sad he truly looked. 
“I thought you left…” He retorted, but he didn’t move away from your touch, he actually seemed to melt into it. “The light hurt my eyes… I was crying so much… I thought you were gone. I… I didn’t know what to do, and you weren’t answering my texts, I didn’t even know if they went through and none of the guys knew where you were. I got into an argument with Chan and Changbin… I was so scared…” He rambled, and your heart ached for him, knowing that you put him through so much. 
Your arms moved down to wrap around his waist, burying your face in his chest, breathing in the comforting scent of him that you had missed so much while you were away. “I would never leave you… You said that you needed space… That’s what I was giving you.” You explained, and his silence afterwards had you pulling back, looking up at him to see the fresh tears that were spilling down his cheeks as his eyebrows furrowed and his bottom lip trembled. 
“I don’t know why I said that…” He shakily mumbled, his hand moving up to the back of your head to pull you against his chest once more, like he was truly scared that you’d leave him again. “I was just so busy with the new album and… It’s so stressful sometimes working with them. I just wanted to get done and come home to you… And… I fucked up, I know I did.” 
“No you didn’t…” Your words were slightly muffled by his shirt, but you hoped that he heard you. “Baby… Ji, listen…” You moved your head back and then took a step back so you could look at him, but your motion had his eyes widening with panic as his hands reached out to you again. “I know that you get stressed, and I know that sometimes I can be a little… overbearing-” 
“N-No… You’re not… I love when you come visit me at work. I love when you show me that you care.” He cut you off, his chest rising and falling heavily as he verged closer to having another anxiety attack and you quickly shushed him, rushing back into his arms, and while the one on the receiving end of the hug would usually be the one comforted, you knew that allowing him to hug you was comforting enough to him. 
“You didn’t let me finish…” You murmured, making sure that your mouth wasn’t squished against his chest this time so he would really hear you. “I know that I can be overbearing sometimes… but it’s because I love you, and I care about you, and I don’t want you to overwork yourself. I know that you get tired, and when you’re tired, you get kind of grumpy. I wasn’t mad about what you said… It was kind of upsetting, but I understood that it didn't come from a place of anger… You were just exhausted, and you were stressed… And I wasn’t… I would never leave you because of that.” You tilted your head up to look at him, your own eyes glossing over with your own tears that seemed to form just from seeing his. “Did you at least eat what I brought you guys?” You asked, trying to slightly verge the topic from being so sad, and he sheepishly chuckled as his head nodded. 
“Yeah… And I felt like shit about it too. We all did… My burger was extra salty because of my tears.” He answered, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you tightened your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his chest. “I’m just glad you’re home… I missed you so much… And… And next time you come to the studio to surprise me, I’ll let you sit on my lap and I’ll hold you… I think you being there will make me feel better.” 
You hummed softly, nodding in agreement to his words. “If that’s what you’ll do next time I come to the studio, I’ll have to visit more often.” You lightly teased, moving your arms up to drape around his neck as you pulled him down just enough to press a kiss to his lips. “I missed you too.” You murmured against his lips, feeling the corners pull up slightly as his fingers fisted the loose fabric of the t-shirt you were wearing. 
“Please do… I’ll just kick the guys out if I want to be alone with you…” His voice was low now as he slowly began to back you up towards the bedroom. “Can I make it up to you… For upsetting you… For being awful and rude…?” 
You smirked as you pulled back to look at him, your eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Mm… I don’t know… I think you just want to get me in bed…” You jokingly remarked, although you weren’t really against the idea, your finger hooked into the bottom of his shirt as you lightly pulled him along with you until your knees hit the edge of the bed and you fell back onto it. 
“It might be a little bit of that too…” He mused, falling onto the bed over top of you and holding himself up just enough on his elbows. “But I want to show you that I love you… How much I appreciate you…” He dipped down, his lips latching onto your neck, and you could feel through his shirt that his body was burning up. God you loved this man, you loved everything about him, and when his lips finally got done working on the the exposed skin of your neck and he looked down at you with eyes that were both so dark, but so bright at the same time, you knew that you’d do anything for him as long as you got to be with him forever. He was everything to you, and you could tell by the way that he looked at you that you were everything to him. “Can I?” 
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ghostfacd · 10 months
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I CAN’T BE WHAT YOU NEED — LUKE HUGHES
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— “STOP IT, STOP IT. YOU’RE BEING MEAN, LUKE.”
pairing; slytherin!luke x hufflepuff!fem!reader
summary; was this the end? you surely hope not, you were so sure luke hughes was the one. not just any boy, but the one. so why was he walking away from you right now? especially when you need him the most?
genre; angst, misunderstanding, both reader and luke get hurt, blackcat!bf luke, golden retriever!gf reader, mentioning of house rivalries, you kinda get an inside look into luke’s thinking, this one’s a long one so put on your seatbelt 🤗
✸ SLYTHERIN!LUKE MASTERLIST
part 2
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Luke Hughes was a boy of many things. He was stubborn, cold, smart, athletic, and opinionated. But he was no idiot.
Of course he had heard what people said about the two of you, the most unexpected couple at Hogwarts yet. They’d raise their eyebrows whenever the two of you walked, talking in hushed whispers.
“Didn’t you hear? The Hughes boy is dating YN now, we have no chance! He’s scary as shit,”
“Now why on earth is YN with him? She’s so kind and bubbly and he’s just.. him.”
“He’s lucky he has Quidditch going for him, or else nobody would bat an eye at that snake.”
It used to not bother Luke. He knew he was better than them, call him a narcissist or whatever, but he knew it was true. Why would he get upset over some words spoken by idiots with a brain the size of a pea?
But ever since he started dating you, he started to question himself. Was he really better? Or did he only think that way because it was better than thinking he was a total loser?
Luke agreed with Marina when she sang “cause I feel like I’m the worst so I always act like I’m the best” because Luke truly felt like he was a total and complete loser, so he always acted like he was the best Slytherin to exist. Fake it till you make it, right?
Marina was definitely his favorite artist, there was no doubt in the world. And maybe The Smiths too. God, was he really that depressing?
“What are you listening to Lukey boy?” Jack asks as he swings his arm around Luke’s shoulder. “Whoa, you have gotten tall haven’t you?”
“Have you grown shorter?” Luke asks, pretending to gasp in surprise.
Jack hits him on the shoulder, rolling his eyes. “Very funny you punk. How are you and YN? I’ve been so busy with Quidditch that I haven’t been able to see you and Quinn at all.”
“We’re okay,” Luke shrugs, “I guess.”
“What do you mean you guess?”
“I don’t know Jack, is it stupid of me to be insecure?”
Jack stops in his tracks, making Luke stop as well. He turns to face his younger brother fully before giving him a frown.
“What? Of course it’s not stupid, Luke. What have those assholes been saying about you?”
“It’s nothing I can’t handle,” Luke sighs. “Do you really think I’m a cold asshole who has an egotistical mindset?”
“First of all, what the fuck is an egoistical mindset?”
“Oh,” Luke grins, “how do I dumb this down for you?”
“Shut up and tell me!”
“They’re basically saying I’m a self centered asshat who thinks way too highly of himself. They think I think I’m better than everyone else.”
“Well, do you think you’re better than everyone else?”
Luke wants to say no, but he doesn’t. Instead he says, “of course I think I’m better than everyone else.”
Jack finally starts walking again, patting the younger on the back, “hey, I’m proud of you little man. Your grades are great, you’re a terrific Slytherin seeker—although Gryffindor is way better by the way!—and you’ve really proved yourself to be a good boyfriend. You have every right to have the ‘egoistical mindset’ those people talk about.”
“I guess,” Luke says quietly, looking down at the ground. He doesn’t see you approaching out of your Herbology class with your partner, Rye Anderson.
“Stop saying I guess,” Jack whines, “anyway, your Hufflepuff is here.”
Luke’s mood brightens when he looks up to see you, but instantly drops when he sees your face light up as you talk to Rye.
What he doesn’t know is that Rye is actually gay, and that he’s literally asking about what he should get his boyfriend next week for their date.
“I’m thinking daisies? Is that too cliche?”
“Never cliche to get your man flowers,” you grin. “Luke always gets me flowers.”
“Yeah whatever, you guys are gross.”
You pretend to gasp offendedly, throwing a small playful punch to Rye’s side.
“Luke, don’t blow up,” Jack says slowly as he watches Luke’s face turn into one of jealousy and anger. He knew that look on his brother all too well. They had lived with each other their entire life up until now.
“Oh please,” Luke says as he starts making his way towards you and Rye, “I never blow up.”
This wasn’t entirely false, but Jack couldn’t stop the angry Slytherin now; he was too far from him. He decided to just watch it all unfold, because well, there hadn’t been any good drama at Hogwarts lately.
“Hi,” Luke introduces himself, towering over Rye and you. “I’m Luke, YN’s boyfriend, and you?”
“Rye,” Rye smirks, “and I’m gay Luke, so no need to get your pants in a twist.”
Well that made Luke totally embarrassed.
“Rye and I were just talking about what he should get his boyfriend next week for their date,” you explain, rubbing your boyfriend’s arm in reassurance. “Shall we go Lu?”
“Yeah,” he mumbles under his breath.
Rye tries to hold in his laugh, mainly because he doesn’t want you or Luke to kill him. He couldn’t believe a tall and scary Slytherin such as Luke was suddenly all quiet and shy when he spoke to you. It was a whole new side of the boy that Rye did not know could even exist in this universe.
“Bye Rye!” You say, hooking your arm to your boyfriend’s as you walk off to his dorm.
“Bye YN! Oh, and bye Luke!”
Luke only waves shortly, not even bothering to turn around to the boy.
“That was embarrassing,” he says as soon as he situates himself on his bed. “Shit, that was really embarrassing.”
“It’s okay Lukey,” you say, taking off your sweater and throwing it somewhere in his room.
You had always left your stuff at his place, which was why when his friends came over, they’d see little hints of yellow lingering in the room.
“No, it’s not.” Luke rubs his face, stressed. “It’s like everything I do is embarrassing or just absolute shit.”
“Whoa, where is this coming from baby?” You ask, running your hands through his curls.
“Why are you even with me? We’re completely different. You’re in Hufflepuff and I’m in Slytherin, our houses don’t even like each other.”
“I’m with you because I love you,” you frown, eyes meeting his with so much sincerity that it makes Luke want to curl up in a ball and bawl. “I don’t care about what our stupid houses think. I told you this when I asked you to go to Hogsmeade with me for the first time, remember Lu?”
He did remember. How could he not? You had suddenly popped up into his life that one day after his game with Gryffindor and became the most important person to him in the blink of an eye.
“I don’t want to be that public anymore,” Luke mumbles. “Can we do less of the whole PDA thing?”
Your heart almost drops, worrying about Luke and your relationship. “If that’s what you want Lu, then of course.”
Luke nods. It would be the best for you two to have a little distance between each other. He mainly wanted to protect you from what everybody was saying, but partly because he couldn’t handle their comments. He had loved you so much, and for them to say that he didn’t deserve you—or that you were too good for him fucking hurt like a bitch.
The next two weeks went by like a drag for both you and Luke. The two of you had barely hung out, Luke always making the same excuse of having extra Quidditch practice, and you not questioning him because you didn’t want to start a fight.
The Yule Ball was coming up, and all your friends had been asked by their boyfriends or crushes. It was just you and Luke left.
He had asked you to meet him by the lake at night. Students were prohibited to go out by themselves at such a late hour, but you and Luke were always careful.
He had asked you with a small poster, one that said, “Oh my god look at that face, you look like my next Yule date,” with the back of the poster saying “YULE BALL?”
It was a reference to one of Taylor Swift’s songs, Blank Space; a muggle song that you had been listening to on repeat that Luke knew would be perfect for the ask.
You of course squealed quietly, not wanting to disrupt the sleeping professors and students. You said yes, jumping into Luke’s arms. For the first time in those 2 weeks, the two of you held each other like it would be the last time you would.
It was.
During the Yule Ball, you had entered with Luke, but couldn’t find the tall curly haired Slytherin anywhere after a few minutes.
You decided to talk to Jamie, another Hufflepuff in your year who you were pretty close to.
Luke, who was all of a sudden sweating at the amount of people in the room had gone off to take a drink of water. He didn’t know why he felt this way; you had looked so pretty in your gown and he was one of the luckiest men in the world getting to escort you and be your date. So why did he feel this way? It wasn’t like he didn’t enjoy parties. He liked looking at people go reckless and laugh knowing that it would never be him, and he enjoyed the drinks that were offered.
Which was probably why he was downing a few shots right after his glass of water. He figured alcohol will give him a confidence boost, but it only made him feel worse and gain a headache.
Great, he thinks. It was time to find you.
“YN?” He calls as he pushes through the large crowd of people. He spots you talking to another guy, Jamie, who was also a Hufflepuff.
He almost crushed the cup in his hands when he sees you giggle, throwing your head back as you push Jamie jokingly.
No, he thinks. He wasn’t going to embarrass himself and go over to you angrily like he did with Rye.
Instead, he throws his cup at some random direction, hitting a couple who broke apart from their kiss to yell curses at him. He doesn’t care, all he wants is just to get out of this place and eat his feelings away in his dorm with a Disney movie playing in the background.
“Hey Jamie, I’ll be back, I think I just saw Luke leave,” you say to your friend, frowning as you make your way towards where Luke went off.
“Go get your man sis!”
When you finally see Luke in your vision, you yell out to him. “Lu! Wait up!”
He only walks faster.
“Lu—wait!”
You’re out of breath by the time you finally grab his hand, pulling him back to you. “Lu, why didn’t you stop when I told you to?”
Luke stays quiet, his back facing you.
“Lu, can you at least please face me?”
He finally does, staring at you with his red eyes.
“Oh Lu, what’s wrong?”
He shakes his head. “YN, this isn’t going to work.”
He never calls you YN. It had always been baby, lovely, or even lovie. But never just your name by itself.
“What do you mean Lukey? What’s not gonna work?”
Luke hates how patient and kind you’re being with him. He hates it. Why can’t you just get upset at him? Make this easier for the both of you?
“I mean us. We aren’t going to work,” he takes a sharp inhale, exhaling shakily, “we’re from opposite houses, and everybody says we don’t belong with each other. Our relationship is bound to fail,”
It was as if your boyfriend was suddenly speaking a foreign language. Why was he suddenly saying this? Especially during the Yule Ball? The one night that you two were supposed to be happy together, dancing under the stars.
“Why do you care so much about what they think Luke?” You say, voice quivering from how much you wanted to sob right now, “I told you many times that I don’t—”
“I care!” Luke shouts. He realizes how loud he is the second his words get out. “I care,” he repeats, this time so quiet that if you weren’t in close proximity, you wouldn’t have heard him.
“But you shouldn’t. This is our relationship Luke, not anyone else’s, and especially not those low lives who have nothing else to do but to judge us without even knowing you.”
“Not everybody can be oblivious and carefree like you YN,”
You shake your head. “Stop it, stop it. You’re being mean, Luke.”
This burns through Luke’s chest like wildfire. Sure he’s been called an asshole, even a conceited fuck by a couple of mad Gryffindors after a game, but never mean. And especially never from you.
“I can’t be what you need,” Luke cries. It’s the first time you’ve seen him so emotional. He was never the one to let his emotions get the best of him—his face always set to a blank expression. “They’re right. Aren’t you gonna be sick of having such a boring boyfriend? You deserve so much better. You deserve somebody who isn’t the exact opposite of you, you deserve so much more than me.”
“But I don’t want more,” you now sob, cupping Luke’s face into your hands, “I want you Luke.”
He shakes his head once again, more tears streaming down his face. “It won’t work. Let’s save ourselves the heartbreak and just end it now.”
“No,” you say, hands shaking. “No, I won’t let you end our relationship just because of them.”
“I’m not giving you a choice,” Luke backs away from you, your heart aching at the sudden loss of touch.
“Will you be back?”
“I don’t know,”
He leaves you outside in the dark, sobbing as you fall to your knees, entire body giving out.
“Shhh, it’s okay,” a familiar voice coos as he wraps his arm around your shaking figure. “It’s okay.”
But it wasn’t okay. You had just lost Luke, the boy who you were sure would be the love of your life until you died.
“Come inside YN, it’s raining.” Jack takes off his coat to place over you, your lips trembling as the two of you make your way back into the halls. “You wanna tell me what happened?”
You didn’t even know where to start.
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gotham--fc · 2 years
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You’re What? - A Kellex/Jessie Fleming Imagine
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Request: I combined two here! First is kellex x adopted!daughter where R has a gf/bf and kellex get super protective of her and the second is R tells the team she has a gf and reveals it’s Jessie, enjoy!
“Mom?”
 Kelley turned from where she was putting away laundry to see Y/N standing in the doorway.
 “Hey kiddo, what’s up?”
 “Can I talk to you about something?” Y/N was wringing her hands nervously. Kelley immediately stood up straight and left the pile of laundry she was folding.
 “Of course, come here,” Kelley climbed in bed and patted the spot beside her. Y/N joined her.
 “How did you know…” Y/N said after a minute, “That you were… That you… That you didn’t like boys?” Kelley took a deep breath. She won’t lie, she knew this day would come. Y/N was getting older and it was only a matter of time before she started dating, but Kelley wanted to prolong the time she had left with her baby.
 “Oh. Okay,” Kelley said, “Well, I always knew I didn’t feel the same way as the other girls did about boys. But I never knew there was another option until I went away to college and I met girls who were like me and who were happy. But it’s a personal journey for everyone. You might not always know, you might think you know then change your mind. But one thing is for certain.” Kelley nudged Y/N’s shoulder until she looked up. “I will always love you, no matter what.”
 “Okay,” Y/N said quietly.
 “Do you wanna talk about something with me?” Kelley asked. Y/N shook her head. “Okay then you can help me finish this laundry before your Mama comes home and yells at us.”
 ***
 Alex was surprised when Y/N asked if she could come grocery shopping with her. Y/N usually never wanted to come along, because Alex went on Saturday mornings and Y/N wanted to sleep in. But Alex wasn’t going to say no to company, especially if it meant more hands to carry the grocery bags.
 Y/N was quiet on the car ride, despite Alex’s attempt at conversation. She didn’t even perk up when her favourite song played on the radio. Alex was worried but knew Y/N would open up when she wanted to.
 “When did you start dating someone?”
 Y/N’s question shocked Alex. Kelley had shared what Y/N had asked her the other day, but Alex wanted to play it off as simple curiosity. She didn’t want to think that Y/N was going to start dating someone.
 “I was fourteen,” Alex finally said, “And he played on the school soccer team. We dated for a few months before we broke up when he plagiarized my English essay and we both failed the assignment.”
 “When did you start… dating girls?”
 “I,” Alex took a deep breath, “I had a brief… relationship in high school with a girl but I didn’t start seriously dating girls until I was older. It was hard for me to accept myself and be out because I didn’t have anyone in my life to look up to. I imagine it’s easier for kids now because there’s so many people who are out and happy.”
 “Like you and Mom?”
 “Exactly,” Alex said, “Is there something that’s been bothering you?” Y/N shrugged, but didn’t answer. “Well, if there’s ever anything you know you can talk to me or your Mom about it, okay?”
 “Yeah.”
 ***
 Kelley walked past Y/N’s room and heard voices.
 “No, I haven’t heard,” Y/N said, “I’ll have to ask.” There’s a beat of silence, then: “They probably will, I mean I normally do… No I didn’t… What am I supposed to say? They’d never let me leave the house if they knew.”
 Kelley’s hackles instantly rise. What was Y/N plotting? She wanted to know so badly who Y/N was speaking to, so she could know who to scare away before they made Y/N do something rebellious.
 “And it’s not like you’ve told anyone,” Y/N said, then she giggled. Kelley had heard many kinds of Y/N’s laughter. A snort at Sonnett’s stupid puns, a chuckle at a TV show, a full belly laugh when Kelley tripped over a rock in a parking lot. She didn’t know Y/N knew how to giggle.
 “Stop it,” Another giggle, “I have to go, it’s almost time for dinner. No! Stop, I’ll call you later. Bye.”
 Kelley rushed quietly from the hallway, knowing Y/N was probably going to come out for dinner and not wanting her to know Kelley had been eavesdropping. For the first time in a long time, Kelley had no idea what was going on with her child.
 ***
 “Are you sure you still want to come to camp with us?” Alex asked. Y/N nodded. “You don’t have to, I know it’s probably not as much fun now that you’re older. There isn’t going to be any kids your age there.”
 “Canada’s staying in the same hotel,” Kelley said, “That Fleming kid is going to be there. You’re alright hanging out with her right?” Y/N nodded, turning away so her moms won’t see her blush.
 “Oh you’re right,” Alex said, “Well if you’re sure you wanna come with, we’d definitely enjoy having you there.”
 “Yeah, so we can cuddle and snuggle you whenever we want,” Kelley grabbed Y/N and hugged her close, kissing her face while Y/N laughed and tried to squirm away.
 “Oh let her go,” Alex said, prying Kelley off Y/N, “It’s my turn.” Then Alex grabbed Y/N and squeezed her tight, rocking back and forth.
 “Okay okay we get it, you love me, let’s just go to the airport before I die of embarrassment.”
 ***
 When they arrived at the hotel, there was a group of Canada players already in the lobby, Jessie Fleming among them. As soon as Kelley saw them, she grabbed Y/N’s arm and dragged her over.
 “Hey! Great to see you all again,” Kelley said, “I just wanted to introduce Y/N to Jessie, since they’re the only teens here.” Kelley pushed Y/N forward.
 “Um, hi,” Y/N said.
 “Hi,” Jessie said back.
 “Great! I’ll let you two chat while me and your Mama check in, okay?”
 Before Y/N could say anything, Kelley was gone. The Canadian players moved away as well, leaving the two teens along. As soon as everyone was out of earshot, the two burst into laughter.
 “You could’ve at least told her we knew each other,” Jessie said.
 “I didn’t know she was going to do that,” Y/N said.
 In all honesty, Y/N didn’t tell her moms the real reason she wanted to come with them to camp. She wanted to come just to see Jessie. No one knew except them but they were sort of maybe dating. Y/N was really happy, she was nervous of course, about how her moms would react, how their teams would react, but mostly she really liked Jessie. Everything was still new, they met a few months earlier when Canada and the US played a friendly and both Y/N and Jessie were there. They didn’t really try to be sneaky then, it just happened that whenever they saw each other, no one else was around, but the last night before they flew home they snuck out on purpose. They hid in the stairwell talking and when Y/N had to sneak back into her room before her moms woke up, Jessie had kissed her and they’ve been dating ever since.
 “Well at least we won’t have to sneak around,” Jessie said.
 “Yeah for now, but like…” Y/N looked at the ground and blushed.
 “But like?”
 “Well… maybe I wanna kiss you and stuff,” Y/N mumbled.
 “That’s good, because I wanna kiss you and stuff,” Jessie said quietly back.
 Y/N moved subtly closer until her pinky brushed the back of Jessie’s hand. They were both smiling shyly at each other. Y/N jumped when a hand clapped onto her shoulder.
 “Got our room keys!” Kelley said, holding three room keys in her hand, “I’m glad to see you two getting along, but we should go unpack. I’ll see you around Jessie.”
 “Bye,” Y/N said.
 “Bye,” Jessie replied.
 ***
 The next day after both teams were done practicing, the teams decided to take advantage of the nearly empty hotel and the free large conference room they hotel reserved for them. Kelley and Alex were getting ready in their room while Y/N lounged on the bed.
 “Are you sure you don’t want one of us to stay?” Kelley asked, “We don’t know how long we’ll be gone.”
 “It’s okay,” Y/N said.
 “Are you sure? We don’t want you getting bored.”
 “I’m okay,” Y/N hadn’t looked up at them at all, instead looking down at her phone.
 “Who are you texting that’s so important you can’t look at me when I’m talking to you?” Kelley asked. Y/N looked up sheepishly.
 “Sorry,” She said, “It’s just Jessie. She’s not going tonight either. She’s sixteen so… also can’t drink. Is it okay if I go hang out in her room while you’re gone?”
 “Of course!” Alex yelled from the bathroom, “We think that’s a great idea, just try and be in bed by 11 okay?”
 “Okay Mama,” Y/N said.
 “If you promise to get at least six hours of sleep tonight,” Kelley said, “You can spend the night in her room.” Kelley winked at Y/N. For a moment, Y/N was terrified that her Mom knew. Then she realized if her Mom knew, she wouldn’t be letting Y/N spend the night with her unsupervised.
 “Okay,” Alex said, coming out of the bathroom. “You know where we’ll be and call us if you need us, okay?” Y/N nodded. “I love you,” Alex kissed Y/N on the forehead.
 “Love you too.”
 “And I love you three,” Kelley said. She gave Y/N a hug, “Be good,” She said.
 Y/N waited a few minutes after her moms left before she left and headed to Jessie’s room. Jessie had already told her that her roommate had left so they had uninterrupted alone time for a few hours. Y/N knocked on Jessie’s door and grinned when Jessie let her in. They sat down side by side on Jessie’s bed.
 “So what did you want to do?” Jessie asked.
 “Well,” Y/N bit her lip and let her hand slide over Jessie’s, “I missed you.”
 “I missed you too.”
 “And I thought that maybe… since we’re alone… we could… you know…”
 “Yeah?” Jessie said, shifting closer. Y/N nodded. “I would like that.”
 “Yeah?”
 “Yeah.”
 Y/N let her eyes slip shut when Jessie’s face moved closer to hers, their hands tangled together between them.
 ***
 “And then we scrimmaged,” Jessie said.
 They were laying in Jessie’s bed, Y/N with her head on Jessie’s shoulder and their hands raised above them, their fingers tangling together. They had kissed a bit (a lot) and now they were cuddling while Jessie told Y/N all about her day.
 “And I scored,” Jessie said.
 “You did?” Y/N said, “That’s so amazing, baby.”
 “Baby?” Jessie questioned. Y/N blushed and hid her face in Jessie’s neck. “Noooo, don’t be embarrassed, I like it, it’s cute.”
 “You’re cute,” Y/N mumbled.
 “You’re cuter.”
 Y/N lifted her head to stick her tongue out at Jessie. Jessie just laughed and Y/N couldn’t help but kiss her again. They were so distracted, they didn’t hear the door open.
 “Whoopsies!” Janine said loudly, “Didn’t realize you had company.”
 The two sprang apart. Y/N watched Janine’s eyes widen when they made eye contact.
 “Oh,” Janine said, “Jessie you dog!” Jessie groaned.
 “Janine please–”
 “I’m proud of you! I didn’t think you had it in you to bag Kellex’s kid, but I was wrong clearly,” Janine said, “I can leave if you two want privacy.”
 “No!” Jessie said loudly. Janine blinked.
 “No one knows yet,” Y/N said quickly. Janine nodded understandingly.
 “I see, well your secret’s safe with me,” Janine zipped her lips, “But since we’re all here, can I give Y/N the best friend speech or is this not the right time? And I do need to say, Jessie, no way you’re switching alliances ‘kay? You can do whatever you want when I’m not here but Jessie we still hate the Americans.”
 “You’re American,” Y/N pointed out.
 “Eh,” Janine waved her hand, “Legally maybe. But not in spirit.”
 Y/N couldn’t help but laugh, and soon Jessie and Janine joined in. After Janine changed out of her party clothes, she laid on her bed and the three turned on the only TV channel the hotel had. Y/N had to admit, it felt really nice to be able to open with someone, to not have to hide the fact that Jessie Fleming was her girlfriend. Maybe she needed to tell her moms.
 “Jess?” Y/N whispered after Janine fell asleep. Jessie hummed in response. “I think I wanna tell my moms about us, if that’s okay.” Jessie nodded.
 “Yeah, I’ve been thinking maybe I should tell my parents too.”
 “Okay,” Y/N whispered, “I’ll tell them in the morning, then we don’t have to sneak around so much.”
 “It’s gonna be okay,” Jessie said.
 ***
 “How was your night with Jessie?” Alex asked.
 “Good,” Y/N said. Alex handed Kelley a water bottle which Kelley took with a slight groan. Y/N should’ve expected her Mom to get a little too drunk and wake up feeling a little worse for wear. “Actually,” Y/N said. Her moms both look at her. “I wanted to talk to you guys about her.”
 “Why? Did something happen?” Kelley sat up, despite her earlier protests that her head hurt too much to move. “If she upset you in some way I will have words, no one hurts my baby.”
 “No!” Y/N interrupted quickly, “It’s nothing like that. I just… I wanted to tell you both that she’s kinda… We’re kinda… dating.”
 “You’re what?”
 “Dating?” Y/N squeaked out.
 “I didn’t say you could start dating,” Kelley said, “You’re still a baby, she’s way too old for you.”
 “She’s only a year older than me!”
 “That’s too old!”
 “Mom!”
 “And what did you do last night? I can’t believe we let you stay overnight with her, you are not allowed to be alone with her anymore,” Kelley said, “You’re too young for sex, you’re too young for dating.”
 “Nothing happened last night!” Y/N said, “We were just talking!”
 “Oh sure ‘just talking’.”
 “Her roommate was there! We just watched TV and talked, god Mom I’m not stupid.”
 “Kelley,” Alex said before Kelley could say anything else, “Let’s be adults about this. Y/N, how long has this been going on?”
 “Just a few months,” Y/N said, “Since the last camp we were both at.”
 “And do you like her?” Alex asked. Y/N nods emphatically.
 “If she hurts you I’ll kill her,” Kelley said, “She’ll never play soccer again I can promise that.”
 “Kelley!”
 “Mom!”
 “No one hurts my baby.”
 “Look,” Alex put her hands on Y/N’s shoulder and looked into her eyes, “We just want you to be happy and if she makes you happy then we’re happy. Right Kel?” Kelley stubbornly glared at the wall. “Right Kel?”
 “Fine,” Kelley said, “We’re happy. But that doesn’t mean we’re not going to scare the ever living shi–”
 “We’d like to meet her and get to know her,” Alex interrupted.
 “I think she’d like that,” Y/N says nervously, worried about whether her moms will scare her girlfriend off.
 ***
 “So,” Kelley started, “Jessie, tell me about yourself.”
 The four of them, Kelley, Alex, Y/N, and Jessie, were out to dinner. Kelley and Alex arranged it, all Y/N and Jessie had to do was show up. Y/N was sweating, nervous about how her moms would act and how Jessie would respond. Y/N wouldn’t know what to do if her moms didn’t like her girlfriend or if her girlfriend didn’t like her parents.
 “Well, I’m sixteen, I’m from London, Ontario, but I’m currently living in BC. I have an older brother and a younger sister. I play soccer, well,” Jessie blushed, “You already knew that.”
 “And do you have any future plans?” Kelley asked.
 “Oh, uh, yeah, well I’m planning on going to college. I haven’t committed yet but I’ve been looking into UCLA and I think I’ll uh, take some kind of engineering. But obviously, going pro is the goal.”
 “What if Y/N decides to go to school elsewhere? How long will you want to do long distance? What about after your soccer career ends? What about–”
 “Mom!” Y/N hissed, “Mama, tell her to stop.”
 “Kelley,” Alex said. Kelley leaned back in her chair. “I would like to know your intentions with my daughter.”
 “Mama!”
 “Well, I really like her,” Jessie said.
 “Just like?”
 “Well, it’s not that… I mean, we’ve only been dating a few months and–”
 “That’s such a short period of time, how can we know you’re serious about her?”
 “I just meant–”
 “I’m not going to sit here and watch you break my daughter’s heart.”
 “I–”
 “Mom! Mama!” Y/N snapped, “Stop it!” Her throat felt tight and she felt tears pricking at the corners of her eyes. “You’re supposed to be getting to know her not interrogating her! Why can’t you just trust me?!”
 Y/N stood up and stormed away from the table, wiping her eyes furiously. She ignored the calls that followed her, focusing on getting away from the situation. Part of her felt bad for leaving Jessie alone with her parents but she needed to get away. Y/N slammed the stall door in the bathroom and locked it, locking herself away from everything. She leaned against the wall and tried to get her breathing under control.
 “Y/N?” Alex voice sounded, “Baby? What’s going on? Please open the door.” Y/N ignored her.
 “Y/N, come on, open the door,” Kelley this time, “Let’s talk about this.” Y/N ignored her too.
 For a few minutes, Kelley and Alex tried, and failed, to convince Y/N to come out of the stall. Y/N didn’t want to face her moms, after how they acted. She was angry, she was embarrassed, and she was stressed. What if Jessie didn’t want to be with her anymore after that?
 “What are you doing here?” Kelley’s voice had hardened. It was clear she wasn’t talking to Y/N.
 “I just came to talk to Y/N.” Jessie.
 “Well, we’re fine here.”
 “Kel,” Alex said, “Just let her talk.”
 “Y/N,” Jessie said, having moved closer to the door, “I know you’re upset and I would be too, but your moms just love you and I… They’re just trying to look out for you. They didn’t mean to hurt you and you don’t have to worry. Nothing they can say to me is going to make me run away. I meant it when I said I really like you, and I’d go through a hundred interrogations if it meant I still got to be with you.”
 Y/N shyly opened the door, just enough to stick her head out so she could look at Jessie.
 “You mean it?”
 “Of course I do,” Jessie said.
 Y/N came out of the stall and let herself fall into Jessie’s arms. After a moment, and with one arm still around Jessie, she reached out to her moms, who came closer to join the group hug.
 “Let’s go back to the hotel,” Alex said. Everyone agreed.
 The walk back was quiet, with Y/N and Jessie walking together behind Kelley and Alex. Kelley and Alex were whispering together about something and Y/N, honestly, didn’t care to find out what it was. When they reached the hotel, they lingered in the hallway. Y/N was nervous about what would happen when they leave Jessie. Then, Kelley turned around and put her hand on Jessie’s shoulder.
 “I won’t lie, I didn’t like you when tonight started,” Kelley started. Y/N rolled her eyes. “But then I saw how you handled what happened earlier and how much you clearly care about my daughter. And how much she clearly cares for you. So, all I want to say is that I like you kid.” Alex cleared her throat. “Okay, and I’m sorry for how I acted.”
 “We just want Y/N to be happy,” Alex said, “And we’re happy that it’s you who makes her happy.” Y/N grinned.
 “So you approve?” She asked.
 “Yes,” Kelley and Alex said together.
 Y/N turned to Jessie, who turned to her, and the two embraced and then Y/N nuzzled her nose against Jessie’s and then leaned in to kiss her gently.
 “Okay don’t get ahead of yourselves now, we’re still your mothers,” Kelley said, separating Y/N from Jessie. Y/N giggled. “Okay that’s enough say goodnight to your girlfriend and lets leave before I change my mind and forbid you from dating until you’re 35.”
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illfoandillfie · 1 year
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Trifle
Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader
Words: 634
Warnings: roger is a bored child lmao
A/N: Short but sweet! this one came about because i’m in charge of one of the desserts for my family’s xmas lunch (i’m not doing a trifle because i don’t like alcohol or cream, two key ingredients lmao) and think any cooking experience would be better with a v cute but slightly annoying bf who’s only there to eat scraps.
“Stop trying to eat my sponge fingers,” you scolded Roger, slapping his hand away, “you can have whatever’s left over but you’ve got to let me make the bloody thing.” “Well you’re the one who’s taken up the kitchen all day making lovely custard and jelly and then telling me I'm not allowed any.” He playfully bumped his hip against yours before turning around and hauling himself to sit up on the kitchen counter. “You can have some in two days at your mum’s place.” Roger poked his tongue out but stopped trying to steal the sponge fingers as you soaked them in sherry and fit them along the base and sides of your trifle bowl. He just watched you work, kicking his legs as they dangled.  
But silence had never been Roger’s forte and before long he was talking again, “It’s very impressive.” “I’ve only just started. Most of its not even in the bowl yet.” “No, I mean that you even know how to make a trifle at all.” “It’s not exactly hard,” you shrugged, just throwing layers of things into a big bowl.” “But with homemade custard. And you always get just the right ratios of everything,” You tried to shrug his complements off but couldn’t totally hide how good they made you feel. This dessert was the one thing you’d been asked to bring to Roger’s family Christmas dinner so you wanted it to be good which was why you’d decided to make custard from scratch. It wouldn’t be your first time meeting his family but it would be your first extended trip to visit them – a whole week staying at his mum’s place – so you wanted to impress. And a trifle was how you’d do it.   “I used to help nan make them when I was a kid. She’d make a really boozy one for the grownups and then a smaller non-alcoholic one for the kids.” “I think she’d be pretty proud if she saw you making this one. Especially when she saw you being nice to your adoring, complimentary boyfriend by giving him a sponge finger.” You snorted, “Not until I’ve done the second layer of them, I need to make sure I’ve got enough.” “If you let them soak longer they’d be softer and you could squish them out to cover more of the bowl. And then you’d definitely have enough.” “That’s the worst suggestion anyone had ever made. The texture of the sponge fingers is key to a good trifle. If they’re too moist then not even the best custard in the world will save it. Besides there’s more sherry in there than you think, it definitely doesn’t need more. Especially since it’ll have the next two days in the fridge to set and soak up all the flavour.” Roger hummed thoughtfully, “if this is going to be tempting me for two days then I think I should definitely get one now.” You shook your head in exasperation, “You can have the end I broke off one finger to make it fit into the bowl.”   Roger looked at the quarter of a finger you held out to him, “Soaked in sherry?” Despite your best efforts you had to laugh, giving the piece a healthy dunk before you handed it over.
Roger took it gleefully and immediately shoved the whole thing into his mouth. “Right, stop distracting me,” You reached for a tea towel to wipe your fingers clean, ready to move on to the next layer. “Can I have another broken off bit?” Roger asked, still chewing the first. “Okay, but only if you start helping me. Can you grab the custard and jelly out of the fridge please?” Roger slipped of the bench, eager to help as you dunked another end piece into the alcohol.”
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blue-eyed-bloodstains · 10 months
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Ever had a promise ring? yeah...worked out like a charm eh? not.
Who knows your biggest secret(s)? even those closest to me who know the most that I never tell anyone, still don’t even know every single thing...
Do you ever get messages/asks on Tumblr? never
When was the last time you waxed anything on your body, if ever? I’ve never waxed
Do you like shrimp? I love it, I live for seafood!
Are you lactose intolerant? no that would be hell considering I’m mostly Italian/Irish so dairy is huge in my diet
Have you ever thought a man over 40 was attractive? respectfully, yes meaning I’d never see me being with them like that but I give credit where credit is due
Have you ever been told your aspirations are unrealistic? pretty much 
Who was the last person you sat beside at a restaurant? my fiance
Who is popular in your country? (Singers, actors etc.) we’re obsessed with Hollywood so take your pick lol (America, btw)
What did you watch today? marathons of SVU, Hot Bench. multiple shows on ID (crime shows/docs), new eps of Neighborhood Wars and Road Wars, Jeopardy, Jeopardy Masters
Peaches or plums? I love both but I never have plums, haven’t actually eaten one since I was a kid so peaches always
Do you understand art? I mean I love art but no, I don’t know shit about it to be honest lol Do/did your parents buy you a lot for Christmas? as a kid it was usually a lot, as I’ve gotten older sometimes it is and sometimes not depending on money but honestly it doesn’t matter to me if I get anything
Out of all the cultures in the world, what culture do you find the most interesting? Native American, always loved learning about them throughout school
Do you like ramen noodles? yeah
Who/what was that last thing that you slept with? my cat
Do your parents do things that “embarrass” you? of course, everyone has that
What IM service do you use the most? I was always YIM, never did AOL. but now it’s all FB messenger
Who was the last person to IM you? Brad
When you eat take-out, do you just eat it out of the containers provided? yeah always
Would you need to sleep with someone before considering marrying them? no
Do you carry condoms? no
How organized are the files on your computer? pretty organized
Did you have a childhood hero? Were they real or fictional? not really
Would you consider dating a psychiatrist or psychologist? I mean I can’t control what their job is, but...good luck to that person cause I’ll be the biggest and hardest case for them especially in an intimate relationship
For each person you’ve kissed, describe your feelings in one word: memories
How do you react when you trip or stumble? panic, embarrassed, anxious, awkward
Are you good at the game Twister? I can’t even remember the last time I played it, I was very very young so I doubt it lol 
Do your friends trust you around their bfs/gfs? yeah I’m not a threat, hell I’m the last person they’d go for and I’d never do something like that anyway
Would you rather make the first move, or your crush? my crush
If you have a camera, when do you use flash? I use my phone and rarely ever
What would you do if you found a gun in your best friend’s bedroom? curious but would figure it’s for protection and think nothing of it
What do you call your grandparents? I called my grandmother Mimi, and my grandfather I called Grandpa although I had a nickname G-Pa for him 
What would be a cool earring design? a star but the punk way of drawing one (think emo ish..like Avril Lavigne for Black Star with it crossed through the middle and a bit abstract)
Besides nightmares, what is the scariest thing about sleeping? flashbacks
Do you look better with red lipstick or black lipstick? red
Ever had a terrible breakup? you have noooooo idea...
Favorite bands? Linkin Park, Three Days Grace, 3 Doors Down, The Pretty Reckless, Paramore, Skillet, Staind, Disturbed, 21 Pilots, Florida Georgia Line, Evanescence...just to name a few 
Favorite quote? one of my favorites is from House, MD. “Successes only last until something screws them up. Failures are forever.” that hits close to home like a ton of bricks.
Wearing any bracelets? yeah one that my fiance’s mom got for me that’s called a Tiger’s Eye
Does your phone take pictures? yeah
Who is your favorite neighbor? I don’t know any except the one on our property, as well as our landlord and his girlfriend on the property as well and they’re nice
Have you ever gotten a detention? a lunch detention one time in 6th grade for a few missed assignments, nothing major. I was an honor roll student, I never did anything that would land me in detention
Does your door have a deadbolt on it? yeah
Have you had any soda today? yeah sipping on Diet Pepsi
What is your favorite scary movie? way too hard to make a list, I grew up on horror and love horror
What’s the most historic thing that has happened in your lifetime? many things...Y2K, 9/11, the Iraq war, first black president, COVID along with several other things like ebola and H1N1 kinda things, the first smartphone the internet...I mean so much and I was born in 1992 so imagine what’ll happen the rest of the time I’m alive..
What happens in your country regularly that people in most countries would find strange or bizarre? hahahaha pretty much our entire existence? there’s so many memes of how Brits think of us and the differences in things between us, for starters
What’s your funniest story involving a car? funny? ummm not sure really 
If you built a themed hotel, what would the theme be and what would the rooms look like? oh lord..either horror, Harry Potter, Pokemon, anime...
Do you think that humans will ever be able to live together in harmony? nope so stop wasting your prayers and efforts.
What’s the most amazing true story you’ve heard? I mean things like that happen every day so there’s no real one story, there’s countless ones
What’s the grossest food that you just can’t get enough of? I’m guessing this means like, diabetes/heart attack waiting to happen? lol I don’t really consider anything I like to eat gross
What brand are you most loyal to? I don’t really buy brand name stuff
Where are you not welcome anymore? .....next.
What’s a common experience for many people that you’ve never experienced? vacations, I guess
What fashion trend makes you cringe or laugh every time you see it? cuffing the bottom of your jeans...looks tacky as hell and is not flattering at all to your legs
What are the initials of the last person you made out with? Z.R.W
If you found out you were pregnant, who would be the first person to know? my fiance, obviously
How old were you when you had your first kiss? 19
Is it awkward when you run into your ex? I never do really but if I do, not really
Were you intoxicated the last time you threw up? no, I wish
Who is your most recent ex? Tyler
Has the person you last kissed taken their shirt off in front of you? well duh lol it’s my fiance :P
Have you ever broken anything because you were mad? no
Do you “blow kisses” often? no
Do you need to “break up” with a friend? no
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Rio & Buster Pt.2
Buster: [going into SUCH graphic detail of all the possible ways he could fuck her next year as though they are all definite things he is going to do no matter what even though some of them are ridiculous and OTT in front of the fam because that’s y’all’s kink]
Rio: [moving a hand down to shamelessly feel him, making him fuck up against your palm instead ‘they’d wanna see us happy’ as if that means all the things you just described can definitely happen because we desperately want them to]
Buster: [‘you’re the favourite, and I don’t know anyone who deserves it more’ she is a princess and fam fave, end of story]
Rio: [‘I wanna be your favourite’ because we all remember ‘let me earn that’]
Buster: [‘What else is Christmas for?’ because yeah, people are literally bribing other people with presents so they can be the faves, you’re not wrong, like, go ahead gal]
Rio: [very casually unzipping and then pushing down his trousers ‘it’s only fair’ because she’s always in skirts and dresses basically so she only has the thin layer of clothes between the sensation always, like get into it, babe, initiating that contact again, and you’re going to feel the heat and wetness now]
Buster: [going completely feral for this, how could he not]
Rio: [we’re likewise shook at how much more we can feel all of you and we are very pleased about it, taking the time to slide up and down you entirely a few times ‘oh, fuck’ because we can’t deal]
Buster: [‘Don’t stop’ even if someone literally walked in on this scene rn being the vibe because he likewise can’t deal]
Rio: [‘never’ as if it’s the most ridiculous suggestion we ever would or could ‘this feels so-’ being cut off by your own involuntary sounds to how it feels]
Buster: [meanwhile he’s gonna accidentally break something in this hiding place if he doesn’t calm down, there has been too much tension for too long]
Rio: [hence we have to break it, even with our rules that only really make sense to us in place ‘you need to cum’ rubbing his shoulders because the literal tension is so palpable in how you’re holding yourself]
Buster: [‘With you, properly’ because you did earlier but you had to hold back so much then]
Rio: [‘the least we are owed is seeing and hearing each other’ like we’re already not tasting it or feeling it etc, like the fam are being very unreasonable, imo, but shifting our top half away slightly so he has that better view of us instead of being extremely squashed up]
Buster: [Really taking a moment to run his hands over her body now that it isn’t so closely pressed against him and she isn’t ever wearing as many layers as this boy does and is because he loves a piece of knitwear and what else is xmas truly for lol]
Rio: [put your hand under this knitwear so you can feel his abs and pecs, plus the position will push your tits together so win win, just perving on him like you have always wanted to]
Buster: [in my opinion you deserve this, lads, you’ve barely touched each other in your lives up to now, enjoy yourselves]
Rio: [the restraint we’ve shown to get to 18 lmao, you’re welcome]
Buster: [I love that it’s gone from feral energy of we don’t have time to waste to being so slow and intense with the thrusts he’s doing as you just touch each other’s bodies and make dramatic eye contact]
Rio: [fr, truly taking our time now like and what ‘how could I not want you, related or otherwise’ like this is only natural when you look like this]
Buster: [‘They’re wrong, I’m right, you only have to listen to me from now on’ a bit toxic of you if you were her flop bf but thankfully you’re you and not actually trying to isolate her from the entire fam]
Rio: [‘yes, baby’ nodding so enthusiastically because we’re down]
Buster: [‘I know what’s best for you’ again would sound like a huge red flag but we’re doing it a saucy daddy manner so everyone shh]
Rio: [‘and you wanna give me what I deserve?’]
Buster: [‘Not like a wish that may or may not come true, I’m going to give you everything, whatever it takes, it’ll be a reality’]
Rio: [‘I need you’ becoming more feral with our movements again because that’s everything ‘you can have all of me’]
Buster: [‘I will have you, I’ll find a way’ because he is determined to problem solve this and get y’all to the endgame you want, everyone else be damned soz, he’s never been told no before and he’s not gonna start now]
Rio: [pulling your knickers to the side teasingly but not enough that anything accidentally happens, like it’s that easy]
Buster: [when you do a little lol and it’s so breathless and indecent and hot]
Rio: [😍 ‘you make me so wet all the time’ blurted out because we love you tbh]
Buster: [‘I can’t wait to kiss you at new year’s’ blurting this out because he’s just decided it’s gonna happen because he loves her too tbh, excuse you sir giving jemily no say in this]
Rio: [when you didn’t expect to hear that so you are overwhelmed and overjoyed, covering your own mouth so the noises you make are not full volume but you’re fully LOOKING at him still so it’s very obvious how buzzing you are]
Buster: [have to love that she’s so mutually enthusiastic about this ‘you promise you won’t do that-’ pausing to touch her bitten mouth again so she knows what you mean ‘again, yeah?’ like I can’t kiss you senseless if it’s gonna hurt you so much, please give it time to heal between now and then]
Rio: [nod again ‘I’ll kiss you like it’s only happened once before’ meaning I’ll be gentle and neither of us will be bitten ‘I promise’ 
😇]
Buster: [‘You’ll be a good girl and I’ll treat you like one’ so matter of factly like that isn’t gonna make you both feel feral rn]
Rio: [‘do good girls act like this?’ because we are predictably so feral at this point]
Buster: [‘they act how I want them to’ like so yes because so here for it and that’s blatant by how feral he’s being in response]
Rio: [‘this is what you want’ as a statement because we all know that for sure]
Buster: [‘I want you to be able to lose control’ because having to hold back because of this fam is the worst, excuse you guys]
Rio: [‘We have’ because there’s no going back from this really, caught or otherwise, y’all know what’s happening here has to be seen through ‘New Years, no one is checking’ because it is way more of a party atmosphere]
Buster: [‘Not yet’ but said in the tone of there’s so much we haven’t done yet and let’s take a sec to really think about all the things we can and will do when we get a proper chance to ‘New year’s, I leave early if I show up at all’ because he would if he had somewhere better to be, full shade, in the way that nobody was believing he had plans tonight so they really won’t be checking, they’ll think he’s gone]
Rio: [nod because this is the tea and you’re following what he’s saying, even in this state ‘you’re sure your parents aren’t going home?’ like please let this be something that can actually happen]
Buster: [‘I’ll invite you back over if they are’ like it’s fine we’re friends now nobody would bat an eyelid lol, the way you don’t have to say those chelsea parties are utterly feral and y’all could be even more alone because she was at your bday]
Rio: [‘it’s a date’ because fully believing we can do this and fully onboard]
Buster: [‘our second’ close enough to say that against her lips again because likewise]
Rio: [you’ve got to go in to make him and thus yourself cum now because the way we start to press our lips against yours and so nearly do it because so about these seconds]
Buster: [agreed because he will end up saying something so extra if you don’t finish up soon, the feelings are too high]
Rio: [hard same, you already do it SO SOON, not today miss ma’am, lose yourself here though in that way]
Buster: [we’ll allow that and not actually have you be caught because you wouldn’t like it in reality the way you do in the fantasy, lads]
Rio: [you do not need that drama right now, it would end y’all, give yourself time to slowly untangle and get sorted somewhat]
Buster: [help her up lowkey because y’all would practically be on the floor how hard you were going]
Rio: [dust him off, only half a pisstake ‘you can go clean yourself up, I won’t take it personally this time’]
Buster: [a smile for the way that drama feels like forever ago now that you’ve just done what you did]
Rio: [well done for not running away this time either of y’all, even if you still can’t entirely believe it]
Buster: [‘I won’t take it too personally you’re telling me to go’ but jokingly we’re not starting more beef]
Rio: [‘It’s been a bit longer than a minute’ as jokingly but with a half real sad face because you have been long enough if anyone did wanna, now would be the time they’d come looking where either of you had got to]
Buster: [‘quite embarrassing if not’ because nobody wants to cum that immediately lol, but taking her wrist when he sees her lil sad face and doing his usual stroking of it]
Rio: [laugh ‘if that was your problem, did pick a girl who can’t tell’ like clever tbh but immediately playing with his fingers when he’s holding your wrist, being soft af ‘did you have an okay day?’ throwback]
Buster: [‘What did I say last time you asked me that?’ he remembers and he knows she does too, looking at her with the biggest hearteyes rn truly]
Rio: [return those hearteyes with a big smile because we do remember and we’re happy af, no one can ruin it, not even Nancy the hot mess express]
Buster: [actually do leave get out though or you never will, boy, and you can be doing even bigger heart eyes and an even bigger smile when you do]
Rio: [go back into the party lads and do some hanging out]
Buster: [you’ll be in a better mood for it anyways, we don’t need any more fam arguments]
Rio: [Nancy probably needs a nap, it’s fine lmao]
Buster: [my boo says gtfo you big baby, but yeah, avoid her there’d be enough other less annoying peeps about who haven’t gone home yet]
Rio: [it’ll be winding up soon enough, y’all got homes to go to people, get your dinner leftovers though]
Buster: [that’s a good shout, you’ve deffo worked up an appetite being that feral, sit away from each other though, we know how flirty y’all get around food and we remember how extra you got around that table when there were cards and games going on]
Rio: [you need to keep your distance despite not wanting to or you’ll just start again, at least the cali fam needs to walk home so they’ll have to all go as a big group for safety]
Buster: [such a trek for y’all, soz guys]
Rio: [you could probably camp here in the pub but you wouldn’t mind doing the walk, well, cali and the kids who aren’t drunk won’t mind lmao]
Buster: [Grace will, lord knows what festive fit she’s rocking]
Rio: [hope you brought walking shoes hun]
Buster: [we probably shouldn’t let y’all talk again, should we?]
Rio: [you’ll probably wanna say goodbye whoever’s fam is leaving first]
Buster: [I feel like it’s definitely baze, the antisocial bastards, despite the long af cali trek, do we wanna do in person or is that too dangerous, always the question lol]
Rio: [hmm, maybe you can say bye in person buy in front of everyone so not properly how you would wish, ‘cos you can’t just wander off for a private goodbye lol]
Rio: I’ll miss you
Buster: [a good way to get out of your pretending you hate each other era as far as the fam are concerned though, so that’s something]
Buster: I’ll see you soon though
Rio: Still true
Buster: It’s still Christmas, you can’t be upset
Rio: Is that a rule?
Buster: For you, I won’t pretend to care if Grace cries all the way home
Rio: Mean
Rio: it would also be lowkey very annoying if she did
Buster: You’d get more sympathy out of me if my sister wasn’t much older and yet even more annoying
Rio: 😣🥺 fine
Buster: And you can’t force me to miss you by making that face, you know
Rio: Ugh, you’re so 🥶
Buster: Good, my career goals have been set in stone for too long to change now 
Rio: 😏 God forbid
Buster: I forbid it, yeah
Rio: It’s a good thing my nan doesn’t have to deal with you, talk like that
Buster: Don’t worry, I’ve got an extensive vocabulary, I’d be able to think of something to say that’d talk her round too
Rio: It’s not hard, if you’re a male 🙄
Buster: Noted
Rio: Not that that’s something you need to worry about, she doesn’t mix with our scummy side
Buster: You should introduce her to Nance, she hates lowering herself to socialising outside of Chelsea’s confines
Rio: A match made in Heaven doesn’t spring to mind
Buster: You can say hell, I’ll smooth things over if it gets you in trouble
Rio: I couldn’t possibly
Buster: Unless I dare you
Rio: Doesn’t sound like something you would do
Buster: There’s a first time for everything, babe
Rio: I remember
Buster: Don’t forget
Rio: You said it wasn’t long, I won’t, probably
Buster: Well, maybe you can forget I said that
Rio: It’s stupid how long a week is going to feel, when I never see you usually
Buster: It’d be stupid if I didn’t see you before New Year’s Eve when we’re both in Dublin for longer than we’re in the same city usually
Rio: You will?
Buster: Why wouldn’t I?
Rio: You might have people you wanna visit here
Buster: I have time to see any and everyone I might want to
Rio: Okay, well, obviously I’ll make time
Buster: I’m obviously going to prioritise you, it’s okay
Rio: 😳
Rio: I saw my friends last night, before you all got here, so
Rio: it’s just if my dad and grandma want to see us and [flop boyf] likewise
Buster: [Tell her your schedule, whatever it may be, I doubt you have loads of friends here because you don’t spend much time in Dublin atm but there’s bound to be some stuff you’re busy with because you’re just that bitch, even if it’s like going to box at the gym where this entire rest of this fam would, things like that]
Rio: Where should we go
Buster: What do you want to do?
Rio: be with you
Buster: Okay, I’ll organise another surprise
Rio: If you’re not careful I’ll start to feel really spoiled
Buster: You couldn’t possibly be overindulged, especially not by me when I haven’t always treated you like I should’ve
Rio: Should’ve would definitely be interrogated but 
Rio: I prefer how we are now, how we’re gonna be
Buster: You won’t hear any arguments from me
Rio: Indulging me can only be a good thing for you too
Buster: I don’t have any regrets about doing so
Rio: I can tell you like it
Rio: I just wish I could show you properly how much I do too
Buster: You will, you’ll be able to show me whatever you want
Rio: I need to, at this point, everyone will have to get out the way and mind their business
Buster: I need you to, I’ve never had to wait this long for anything before
Rio: I wish I could preach to you about the virtues of patience but I’m not feeling capable without being a total hypocrite right now
Rio: worth the wait, I can still confirm
Buster: Patience isn’t a virtue, it’s a necessary evil, this once
Rio: hmm, I’m not so sure
Rio: me being another girl in a long line to give you exactly what you want isn’t winning me any points, virtuous or otherwise but that can’t be helped
Buster: You can be sure that none of them give me exactly what I want, it’s an impossible task for any girl but you
Rio: It’s like nothing I’ve experienced either, in a way that makes that not a sufficient description at all
Buster: Thank Christ we don’t have to try and explain it
Rio: Seriously
Rio: though it should be obvious why I want you
Buster: It is
Rio: yeah?
Buster: To me anyway, everyone else only sees what isn’t going to keep them awake at night trying to decide how or when they should intervene
Rio: I can handle it
Buster: If I doubted that we wouldn’t be having this convo, or have had any others as incriminating
Rio: That makes me sad to think about, you having no one to play with
Buster: Don’t be, it’s in the past
Buster: and it’s against the rules until Boxing day, remember
Rio: Oh yeah, sorry
Rio: there’s no one else I would do this with, you know that, right
Buster: I know
Rio: even if I had loads of stupidly hot cousins
Buster: I can handle being the hottest
Rio: You don’t exactly have competition, babe
Rio: Mine are all girls or Ollie, bless him
Buster: I wouldn’t have competition in any scenario, I don’t
Rio: I know, I just said
Rio: it’s not like… a fetish, not in general
Buster: The more you try and defend that it isn’t, the more it sounds like a fetish you have
Rio: Shh
Buster: I’d say make me but you’re probably too busy imagining more hot cousins you wish you had
Rio: You are so rude, I was trying to give you a compliment and now you’ve made it sound like I have a ranking list of every male in this family 
Buster: You know how glad I am that you’ve stopped giving out purely backhanded ones
Rio: I never did 😏
Rio: you’re very fussy
Buster: The alternative is easy to please
Rio: which then implies I’m not up to the challenge else, no, tah
Buster: So, try again and give me a compliment
Rio: The biggest compliment is that I want you, only you right now and I can’t think about anything else
Buster: And an even bigger compliment is that I feel the same
Rio: does it have to be bigger 
Buster: Alright, equally big
Rio: Wouldn’t wanna sound like you have a complex, babe
Buster: It’s fine, like you said, who could you tell
Rio: You’re such a dick 🤣
Buster: I’d be your best friend right now if that was an option
Rio: You should be, you’re a really good friend to have
Buster: I miss you
Rio: You can admit it was the 🥺 now, I won’t tell
Rio: I miss you even more, the further away you’ve got
Buster: Your eyes do play a part in it, yeah
Rio: I like it when you tell me things, you don’t hold back
Buster: Don’t hold back either, not with me
Rio: I don’t need to with you, I’m already realising 
Buster: What took you so long?
Rio: I never wanted to hurt you, or terrify you
Buster: You know me better than that
Rio: You know what I mean
Rio: What if… there were too many what ifs, is the point
Rio: but that was before
Buster: You were scared I’d reject you, but that’s never been a real possibility
Rio: Promise?
Buster: I swear
Rio: I wanna give you exactly what you want, everything
Buster: Being with you is what I want
Rio: It’s happening, before New Year
Buster: [picking a day and a time like I’ll pick you up at 8 vibes because determined that is it going to]
Rio: I’ll be impatiently waiting, since you don’t think it’s a virtue
Buster: Wait so impatiently for me, I honestly can’t think of a bigger or better compliment
Rio: Thank God
Rio: because I already don’t know what to do about it
Buster: Yes you do, the problem is you can’t do it with your entire family walking next to you
Rio: 😖
Rio: if you were here, we could hang back
Buster: I’m not there but I am here
Rio: Are you alone now?
Buster: [a pic like yep]
Rio: why am I not there, fuck
Buster: When you are alone, listen to this
Buster: [just a cute voice note nbd, giving goodnight energy in the way their goodbye in front of everyone was not allowed to]
Rio: when I’m in bed, I will
Buster: I might have to sleep fully clothed, I’m not sure I can take any of them off when they remind me this much of you
Rio: I can still smell you on me, I don’t wanna wash that off either
Buster: [tell her what she smells like to show that you likewise can smell her on you rn too, idk but I’m sure it’s nice]
Rio: you’re perfect, it’s so distracting
Buster: You need the distraction
Rio: I need to be able to touch myself and pretend it’s you, like now
Buster: Empty everything out of your bag, except your phone because you obviously have to keep hold of that, and insist you don’t need any help picking it all up
Rio: [A long enough time that you have performed this charade]
Rio: done
Buster: You’re alone now?
Rio: [a flash selfie because it is dark out here in the middle of nowhere]
Rio: Very
Buster: Nobody looks like that with the flash on
Rio: I do
Buster: Then you have to keep filming yourself, it’s a rule
Rio: Do you know about my other account?
Buster: What other account?
Rio: I’m trying some things out, since I turned 18 and I could, legally
Rio: I don’t think anyone in real life knows yet but it’s only a matter of time
Buster: There’s no reason they’ll find out now that Liam isn’t spending his time stalking you any more
Rio: I don’t know, I’m prepared for if they do, I mean, I’m not going to stop
Buster: If it’s what you want to do, don’t let anyone stop you
Rio: I’m good at it, it pays well and it turns me on
Buster: Exactly, the pros outweigh the con of some people's unwanted opinions
Rio: I know it’ll be bad but, when I can prove how it’s a legitimate way to earn
Rio: It’s not like any of them have to watch my content
Buster: How you look is an asset, you’re just using that to your advantage, all the cunts I go to school with intend to use their overpriced education and parents’ last name to theirs
Rio: Right, we all use what we’ve got, if we’re smart enough
Rio: you get it
Buster: Anyone who doesn’t is either genuinely an idiot or someone who doesn’t have the guts to go after what they want so they feel like shitting on you for doing it will make that better
Rio: You just described my soon-to-be-ex pretty well
Rio: minus the possessive, paranoid and jealous part but yeah
Buster: Well, you know my thoughts on each of your exes
Rio: Don’t worry, I know I’m not thinking about any of them at all right now
Buster: Or ever again
Rio: Make it a rule and I can’t, as if I ever want to
Buster: I’ll make it so your head stays full of me
Rio: That’ll be inspiring 
Buster: Slightly possessive too but he’ll never know
Rio: I like possessive
Rio: he just didn’t do it right
Buster: It doesn’t sound as if he can do anything right
Rio: He didn’t know me, not like you do
Buster: It’s his loss and he’ll be really feeling it soon enough
Rio: You could make me cum and film it for him, that’d get the message across
Buster: Okay
Rio: I don’t mean be in anything, of course
Buster: I’m more than ready for my close-up, babe
Rio: Don’t play with me, future hotshot lawyer 
Buster: You like being played with
Rio: Playing with you might be my new favourite thing to do, yeah
Buster: So let’s send him a message
Rio: Okay
Buster: I can’t believe he’s willing to let you go
Rio: I’m not a good girlfriend, but I am a good friend
Buster: You’d be a good girlfriend if you had a decent boyfriend
Rio: Maybe, there’s never been enough incentive to put them before more important things
Buster: No, they don’t deserve that, or you
Rio: You deserve to know how much I think about you, every time I see you, you’re all I think about for weeks, months
Buster: Tell me what you’re thinking about me right now
Rio: how insanely amazing it would be if you fucked me on film and then I could watch the first time that it happened forever
Buster: We can make it happen, just like how you’re picturing it
Rio: are you picturing it now?
Buster: Vividly
Rio: I’ll send you my other account, if you want
Rio: but I wanna see your reaction in person
Buster: Of course
Rio: 🥰
Buster: Be home already
Rio: You know I live in the middle of nowhere
Rio: I’m going to need to get my own place as soon as I have the proof of my monthly income to get rent
Buster: Where do you want to live?
Buster: [excuse him going on a nerdy little ramble then because property is what baze do so not only would he have picked up some shit from them about it he’d also be aware they could hook her up with somewhere]
Rio: I have to finish school, so not too far but the more central the better for most things, though I can do the work anywhere
Rio: it’s the lack of privacy which has made it interesting so far
Rio: Do you think your parents would help me out like that, for real?
Buster: All it takes to convince them of something is for it not to be total bullshit, which this isn’t
Buster: they’ll see it for what it is, a great idea
Rio: By February, I can prove 3 months wages
Rio: if you float the idea for me, that’d be really good of you
Buster: Consider it done
Rio: I will owe you so big
Buster: I’ll benefit myself from you not living in the middle of nowhere, and finally having some privacy
Rio: True, I will invite you over 
Buster: I’ll bring you a housewarming gift
Rio: you’re so fucking cute, sleepover please
Buster: As long as your mum doesn’t give you a cat for hers
Rio: Are you pretending to be allergic 🤨
Buster: No, but I’ll pretend to be that jealous and possessive if that’ll work
Rio: What if I get lonely?
Buster: Another what if you only had to worry about before
Buster: I won’t let you get lonely
Rio: If you were here right now
Buster: I’ll let you tell me that what if
Rio: I feel shy now
Buster: Are you blushing?
Rio: [send him photographic evidence]
Buster: Jesus
Rio: you know what you do to me, what that makes me wanna do with you
Buster: It feels like weeks or months since I did anything to you
Rio: How was it just one day
Buster: We’ve only had one day but it’s been a long time coming
Rio: I’ve imagined what it would be like with you for so long, since I started
Buster: Me too, but I must seriously have a rich kid imagination after all, because what happened was nothing like I expected
Rio: In what way?
Buster: The intensity, I’ve never experienced it to that level
Rio: Me either, it felt like more than some of the hardcore stuff I’ve done, which shouldn’t be possible 
Buster: Yeah
Rio: I need more of that feeling
Buster: I can’t get enough of it, I feel closer to you than I’ve been to anyone else, but still not as close as I want to be
Rio: You can have everything, no secrets, no games, I want you, so have me
Buster: I told you I’ll have you, how badly I want you, I’ve said all of it
Buster: I need to show you
Rio: Please
Rio: I’ve just got back, I can be wherever you want me to be and alone
Buster: Be in your bed, make it smell like me
Rio: That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard 🥴
Buster: I think of you lying there whenever I’m in mine
Rio: I can imagine how perfect you look when you’re sleeping, it was beyond tempting to get the wrong room at your party, end up next to you instead
Buster: I was as tempted to run into you on the stairs on your way to somewhere else and carry you back to where you should be, with me
Rio: I didn’t want to talk to anyone else there, just you
Buster: What they think you want to hear isn’t what I know you do
Rio: You always say the right thing but you mean it too, that’s why I like you so much
Buster: I couldn’t look at you and say something I don’t mean
Buster: it’d be worse than blasphemy 
Rio: I think you could make me believe in some sort of God, you were made for me, you’re exactly what I want
Buster: I’ll go to church with you, make a believer out of everybody
Rio: I should be on my knees at your feet, that’s what devotion looks like
Buster: I’ll have to take your word for it, that’s as much understanding as I have about faith
Rio: I’ll show you, you won’t be able to deny I’m not from this Earth when you get to feel me from the inside
Buster: I won’t be able to deny you’re made for me
Rio: I need to be back on your lap, in church, but you need to be deep inside me this time
Buster: Fuck waiting until next Christmas, we’ll start a new religious holiday
Rio: all about us, how perfect we fit
Buster: I could write a really long book about it, definitely
Rio: I’ll learn it and recite your rules by heart, you’ll like that
Buster: You’re making it impossible for me not to be the one on my knees for you
Rio: I’m your favourite
Buster: You know what you are and do to me
Rio: It’s mutual, I’d be terrified if I felt this for anyone else
Buster: You can’t and neither can I
Rio: no, it’s you
Buster: Us, nothing else works because it isn’t supposed to
Rio: I’ll take care of you like you take care of me, nobody else can take your place
Buster: It’s only fair, they don’t put in the effort I will
Rio: what’s fair is you can have me whenever you need
Buster: You’re too gracious, it doesn’t seem real that anyone’s heart is that big
Rio: You deserve it, you always protect me and care about me
Buster: It’s always been my instinct and I’ve been taught to trust those
Rio: I appreciate it, a lot
Buster: I appreciate you, remember
Rio: Yes but if I cry that’s like being sad so I can’t even think about it too much
Buster: Where’s the napkin? You could dry your tears on the other side, I promise not to be mad
Rio: I’m keeping it much safer than that
Rio: I could use so many things before I’d risk smudging it
Buster: No risk, no reward
Buster: you need it close to you, touching you until I can
Rio: [go find this napkin from your hiding spot and take a pic]
Buster: [obvs do a ‘good girl’ voice note because it makes her feral]
Rio: I only behave for you
Buster: Yeah, you’re gonna tell [flop bf] to fuck off, aren’t you?
Rio: yes, he doesn’t appreciate me
Buster: Say you’re not his anymore
Rio: I was never his
Buster: Keep practising over and over, everything you need to make sure he knows
Rio: He’ll know that I was thinking about you when I fucked him
Buster: And he’ll see me fuck you
Rio: I’ll be fully yours
Buster: You can be fully present, you’ll never have to try and lose yourself in your thoughts again
Rio: It’s not just a fantasy, you’re real and you wanna give me everything I deserve
Buster: Our real lives actually being lived how we want them to be
Rio: Buster
Buster: Rio
Rio: stay with me
Buster: I’m not going anywhere
Rio: Fuck
Buster: I’ll keep you safe and happy
Rio: You’re so damn good 
Buster: You deserve to always feel this good
Rio: Too bad about Christmas wishes 💔
Buster: I’ll grant every one of your wishes, I told you, whatever day it is
Rio: You’ll kill me 🥺
Buster: Pulling that face will kill me first
Rio: [send him a video of you doing that because so serious about being dead ourselves]
Buster: [a reaction back because it’s likewise no joke how much that gets to him, we all know it]
Rio: That is extremely incriminating 😍
Buster: Don’t send it to [flop bf], however tempted you are
Rio: Just for me
Rio: he’ll get what he gets, it’s not about him
Buster: And he’s lucky he isn’t getting beaten up after ruining your birthday
Rio: He ruined our plans but you still managed to make it special for me
Buster: You’ll love [wherever this trip is to]
Rio: I’m beyond excited
Buster: When are you going?
Rio: I don’t even know, I could always skip the first week back at school, it wouldn’t matter
Buster: I could never officially condone that, but unofficially, as it’s our secret
Rio: You are such a goody goody 😌
Buster: You know that’s not true
Rio: Nah, you’re better than good
Buster: I wouldn’t get caught if I came with you
Rio: Is that a possibility?
Buster: I’d never say it unless I was certain it was
Rio: Imagine spending a full [however long it is] just us 
Buster: [Do and ramble about it, not in a purely saucy way though obvs you’re thinking that but you’re also a nerd who’d wanna teach her to ski and plan loads of fun boujee stuff]
Rio: We could go before school starts again but is that short notice to make up an excuse to your family
Rio: I want it so bad now
Buster: I thrive under pressure, I could think of something right now if the idea of spending [however many days] alone with you and how eager you are to go wasn’t so distracting
Rio: I would apologize but how eager I am is something you’d be better getting used to, honestly
Rio: unless you plan on changing too, which I would hate so don’t
Buster: I’ll continue to improve but don’t worry, you’ll love it
Rio: I am not the type of girl who would try to get in your way
Buster: Of course you’re not, you’re the opposite type of girl
Rio: I love seeing you win
Buster: Come and watch me
Rio: Do I have to promise not to be distracting? 😫
Buster: I’d be setting you up to lose if I insisted on that promise
Rio: I’d try very, very hard for you but
Buster: I’ll try as hard to get used to how much of my attention you’ll effortlessly divert purely by being in the crowd for me
Rio: Good thing you’re as talented because I’d hate to see you get hurt
Buster: I can promise you aren’t ever going to have to, with no 😫 necessary, yeah
Rio: 🤤🤤🤤🤤 oh, okay
Rio: You’re the best, you need your own personal cheerleader and it has to be me, no one else will do a good enough job 
Buster: You’re the best, and you’re right, I need you there
Rio: I’ll be there
Rio: keeping the drooling to a minimum, swear
Buster: Save it until I’ve got a clearer view of you, at least
Rio: I can’t handle how you look at me
Buster: I’m not looking at you now
Rio: You wanna be?
Buster: Can you handle it?
Rio: If I get to see you
Buster: I miss being able to make eye contact with you
Rio: [facetime this boy]
Buster: [just immediately the most dramatic LOOK of all time]
Rio: [a dramatic but not at all fake noise in response like oh, maybe I cannot handle that but we’re not looking away because we must also LOOK at you, however red we are]
Buster: [doing a cocky smile at the noise and the blush as if he has any more chill remotely and that’s obvious by the !! eye contact being maintained once he’s fully checked said blush out]
Rio: [‘I feel like a kid’ we’re kind of whispering but loud enough you can hear us still obviously, just being careful, ‘cos it’s clearly been a minute since any boy had us feeling any type of giddy, never mind this level ever]
Buster: [getting under the covers the way kids do when they late night read with a torch in every movie or show ever like that’s what she means even though he knows damn well because hard same ‘I feel like I’ve been doing lines all night’ also whispered, obvs because none of the cali fam can be hearing and recognising his voice however innocent this is rn thank you, we all see what you’re saying, boy, cos you didn’t take any coke but your heart is going v fast atm etc etc]
Rio: [do the same to give the sleepover vibes, smiling at him because he’s so cute ‘rude of you not to share the love’ as if you genuinely were but we know you weren’t because when would you have had the time when we’re keeping such a close eye lmao ‘coke has no stamina anyway, not a favourable comparison’ like you were much better]
Buster: [his amused and adorable little face because she’s funny and cute herself ‘like I’ve been drinking [and namedropping the cocktails and wine from their date moment] then’]
Rio: [nod happily like much better ‘I didn’t drop my present, by the way’ leaving that there for a sec before realizing you need to elaborate slightly ‘it was in my bag, you told me to empty it earlier’ because we love everything you give us and look after them well, running the napkin between your fingers absentmindedly as you speak]
Buster: [a nod because he gets it ‘you’re too smart for that’ like obvs you would never, that’s more of a clumsy Grace move, soz gal but it is, and I love that he genuinely thinks they are intellectually on the same level as each other despite his fancy school and uni goals, watching that napkin move not at all absentmindedly because it’s a captivating visual and we love to see it]
Rio: [we love it because it’s clearly not bullshit that you don’t really believe but think sounds nice to say, once we notice you watching us, being more deliberate, aka undeniably saucy, with how we’re moving this napkin over our body]
Buster: [when his breathing changes so slightly but in a not at all subtle way because obvs into it and shamelessly will STARE at this]
Rio: [pushing your dress down to around your waist, keeping your bra on right now though ‘you okay?’ making EYE CONTACT again because even if we’re feigning a casual not-paying-attention vibe, it is not the tea and we’re noting all your reactions]
Buster: [my boo says oi missy don’t you be revealing the pierced nips, they’re a surprise for st paddy’s day antics and she’s so real for that ‘it still isn’t the word’ because okay never is with y’all but especially rn when everything is so new and !!]
Rio: [‘I’m having trouble thinking of any others’ like I know but cut me some slack, boy ‘your name is the only one that’s coming through clear’]
Buster: [‘You can say it’ like that isn’t a dangerous thing to do and encourage]
Rio: [peeking out from your covers like can I though but we’re INTO the danger, obviously]
Buster: [‘just for me’ like v quiet will be totally FINE]
Rio: [‘It’d be okay if I got off to the thought of you, right? Everyone has fantasies’ like no one knows we’re actually going there because who does heheh]
Buster: [‘Who hasn’t, yeah?’ oh that cheeky ego, it’s a good job you are actually cute ‘think of it like that’ not him lowkey trying to make her jealous and possessive and/or pouty with this haha]
Rio: [‘my family, presumably’ like excuse me lmao but we’re too turned on to be mad]
Buster: [a hot lil lol as if this is funny and bants and not true tea that y’all are related and therefore shouldn’t be doing this because he’s obvs in the same mood]
Rio: [‘they must ignore how seriously attractive you are because it’d make them uncomfortable, like you said’ that was re. The onlyfans of it all but you get it]
Buster: [‘they can keep ignoring me’ because he only wants her, thankfully, and because they are doing y’all a massive favour if they don’t see this vibe going on + the unspoken you can’t because you simply cannot and also he isn’t gonna let her from now on]
Rio: [‘give them something to ignore, Buster’ like please touch yourself as we clearly are now]
Buster: [take your top off first sir because she did that and you have not so it’s only fair you get your body out even though it’s nothing she hasn’t seen before because we all remember the birthday body paint, and obvs he doesn’t need any encouragement to be extra and do the most even before she’s basically said put on a show so]
Rio: [‘I can remember how that felt’ doing your best to match what he does like you’re reacting in person ‘I should’ve stayed on your lap all day’]
Buster: [likewise, be in sync with each other as much as you can, it’s the mood ‘we should’ve stayed in this bed’ because the sad times of y’all not getting to go to the baze gaff together, it would’ve been everything and we’re so evil]
Rio: [‘could still be there now’ pouting about this because such a pointless cockblock, fam]
Buster: [get a pillow or something to be her and reenact this because of course, she wanted a show]
Rio: [‘remember how hard you pounded me against that wall?’ as if you need any more encouragement, find your own pillow to straddle here]
Buster: [taking that encouragement and running with it though, meaning she can really hear the sound the bed and this wall is making rn because even though he is moaning her name he has to do it quietly as if it’s being whispered in her ear]
Rio: [‘oh my god’ as quietly but with ALL the feeling because we are dying to actually be there and doing our absolute best to imagine we are, going hard over here too]
Buster: [he’s dying for her to be here rn and imagining it so hard it’d be cringe if wasn’t mutual because literally doing the absolute most with his mouth on this pillow too, he’s that desperate to actually kiss her, soz I’ve cockblocked that for so long hun]
Rio: [s’very rude of us honestly, sorry lads, ‘so much of you hasn’t touched so much of me’ in truly the most 🥺 voice imaginable at this because despite what y’all did the actual contact was still very limited ‘we need it’]
Buster: [mhmm and we could but don’t need to write an essay about why you felt the need to limit it like that at the time whereas rn you could not give less of a fuck, soz that her voice sounding like that is only gonna make him more determined to make it all happen before march which is the opposite of what I need from you actually sir, at least for this moment all you can do is lavish your pillow with the attention you’re letting her know she’ll get whilst making louder but not incriminating noises + the word ‘soon’ being vaguely coherent in there somewhere lol ‘really fucking soon’]
Rio: [lose yourself in what you are doing here, dangerous but here we are, we can’t help it that you may as well be right in front of us in the flesh with how immersed we are, throwing these soons right back at him whenever you hear them and adding your own ‘now’ s too because have to be bratty about how unfair this is]
Buster: [they are both so far gone they are welcome we’re not having y’all be caught because jemily are the only ones who care about that atm not you two feral hoes ‘I’ll be so deep inside you, you’ll have to scream’ as if that’s the ONLY reason you can’t do this now, like I said, don’t pretend you have any consideration for waking the cali fam or yours rn you liar]
Rio: [so welcome you rascally shrews ‘I wanna scream, I want you to break me’ not going along with the pretense at all, thank the Lord your fam is clearly all downstairs still vibing]
Buster: [this boy needing to bite this pillow with how loud he wants to be, thank god you have an expensive bed because if he was poor he’d break it with how hard he’s going]
Rio: [don’t need that sort of drama to have to explain away, excuse us, having to give yourself the smacks you want, which would at least cover his name being said over and over]
Buster: [it’ll be a relief when you both pass out after this, I’m tense at how loud and reckless you are even though we make the rules lol]
Rio: [my boo says stop, get some help]
Buster: [I do, shut it please]
Rio: [at least y’all can exhaust yourselves with this, like you said lmao, perhaps an accidental hang up when you fully lose it]
Buster: [yeah it tracks, soz that in the sober light of day tomorrow you’re gonna have to be like oh shit that all happened including what just did which would very much feel like a fantasy/dream because we are all aware you’ve done shit like that thinking about each other before]
Rio: [mhmm, ah boxing day, what a trip]
Buster: [awks if Rio does have to spend time with shit nan and her god bothering ways, at least Tommy isn’t likely to have another massive fam function for his bday at this point in his life]
Rio: [You would’ve done midnight mass, depends what sort of mood shit nan is in lowkey like does she wanna see y’all, who can say but yeah, Tommy isn’t really that bitch so it’d be more of a do what you like today vibe, basically]
Buster: [plus Rocky wouldn’t be that long dead so I doubt anyone’s really that in the mood]
Rio: [yeah it hasn’t even been a year yet, this xmas would’ve been a subdued affair for everyone else lmao soz]
Buster: [bit disrespectful of you lads actually but]
Rio: [got to live your life huns]
Buster: [speaking of, how do you wanna move forward because even if they were just saying drunk nonsense when they said about seeing each other before nye, at the very least we need to cockblock the night itself and do it in such a way that y’all are ‘fine’ to not see each other for months until march]
Rio: [hmm, okay, literally thinking out loud here but what if Nancy starts shit just because she’s her in Rio’s DMs or in private whatever and it is literally just ‘cos she loves drama but Rio thinks that she knows something, like that’s how it seems, so she’s like no we can’t meet but doesn’t explain the full deets ‘cos she lowkey thinks you’ll go and talk to Nancy and we can’t let that happen]
Buster: [I like it, it’s very real of how Nancy would act and a legit conclusion you would jump to/reaction you would have to thinking she knows something + you’d defs feel like it’s poss/be scared someone could because y’all know you haven’t been subtle]
Rio: [like honestly if she wasn’t so self-absorbed she would’ve/could’ve noticed, like she could even make a dig about you hanging with Buster more than her that she doesn’t realise is too close for comfort and you’re like abort mission, maybe Rio would tell him though, but we just need to remember y’all can’t talk each other ‘round at the end lol]
Buster: [I can literally have him go back to london for nye if we need because if y’all get enough into a freakout, which let’s face it isn’t hard in this situ/he thinks Rio’s changed her mind + got big regrets, he totally would run back there to his comfort zone of all that messy party bs]
Rio: [it tracks]
Buster: [we also do have the shadow of flop bf hanging over her if we need, even if y’all clearly break up in this no man's land after christmas and before nye, that doesn’t mean he can’t still be around also being a dick/wanting her back/whatever else the plot demands]
Rio: [yeah I’m sure he isn’t just going to go away, even though it’s obvious y’all are breaking up, these things can drag]
Buster: [we’ll do our best to get you in back in the mindset we need you to be in for st paddys, I have faith in us that we won’t have to rewrite that entire convo]
Rio: [I don’t think so but I think that’s the vibe, we can’t go too hard that it’s like um I HATE you now but also you need to be scared straight enough that you commit to this break]
Buster: [exactly, I think we’re doing p well tbh]
Rio: [go us honey]
Buster: [did I set a date ie day and time for when they were gonna meet up and he was gonna surprise her with something? Cos I feel like I did, so I’m thinking if that’s true she could stand him up because then he’d be fuming]
Rio: [I’m not sure but if you did it wouldn’t be too hard to find, a date isn’t springing to my mind though]
Buster: [I didn’t commit us to hardcore specifics so as long as Nancy gets up to her evil schemes either in person or online before they’re due to go, that could work]
Rio: [again, works because tell us you’re bored without telling us you’re bored, girl; she probably wants Rio to go out and get messy with her and Rio is probably busy breaking up with this man so like, no and then she can just start this row]
Buster: [Oh Nancy, that’s too real, can we say they were gonna meet either in front of the cafe where they went or the shops he took her to? purely to break my own heart at the idea of him waiting there and she doesn’t come]
Rio: [wait, were they going to meet in London?]
Buster: [that’s my bad, we’re on Dublin time still]
Rio: [sadly, you cannot have that heartbreaking and cinematic parallel my boo but I love your brain]
Buster: [wherever you were meeting in Dublin won’t be as feelsy but I’ll live, I can’t have y’all galavant that far just to be dramatic, I confused myself probably because I said about him going back to london for new years]
Rio: [I feel you, it can be confusing with all the galavanting]
Buster: [at least you caught my mistake or we’d have ended up in a right muddle]
Rio: [do you wanna start the convo when she doesn’t show? Or would he wanna ice her out?]
Buster: [I should realistically write something because she could be just running late/have a legit reason she can’t come that isn’t this or have forgotten/thought you didn’t mean it because y’all were drunk when you said it]
Buster: Did you forget? 
Buster: [+ the deets of the place and time she’s supposed to be meeting him]
Rio: It’s not a good idea, we can’t
Buster: Yes it is and yes we can
Rio: Trust me, we can’t
Buster: I’m already here, Rio
Buster: Why can’t you, which one of your siblings are you enabling this time instead?
Rio: I’m sorry, don’t wait for me
Rio: it’s nothing to do with my siblings
Buster: Don’t tell me you’re sorry, tell me what it’s to do with
Rio: I think someone knows, that’s how it sounded, 99% sure
Rio: we stop now, then the information is barely anything
Buster: Why are you being so vague?
Buster: Who do you think knows what?
Rio: Because it doesn’t really matter who it is, does it?
Rio: And it could only be someone in the family, surely any of them having any sort of idea about us is bad, end of?
Buster: It matters that I know as much as there is to know, how else am I supposed to have any idea myself whether it’s bullshit or something to actually worry about
Rio: Why don’t you trust that I can work that out
Rio: I’m not making shit up
Buster: Because I can tell how scared you are
Buster: you could be making this into more than it is, that’s all
Rio: It’s your sister so I’m not, she’s definitely the worst person to know, even though no one is ideal
Buster: It’s Nancy?
Buster: oh come on, she doesn’t know what day of the week it is right now
Rio: She knew enough to ask why we’re spending so much time together
Buster: She’s jealous enough, you mean
Buster: we’re allowed to spend as much time together as we want, Janis and Ava are while we’re in Dublin
Rio: You know it’s not the same and it definitely sounded like she does too
Buster: Then I’ll handle her
Rio: that’s the last thing we need
Buster: I can shut up my own sister
Rio: You haven’t managed it yet, just don’t, seriously
Buster: You’re seriously going to treat me like I’m the liability in this situation when Nance is
Rio: No, of course she is
Rio: which is why we’re not dealing with her
Buster: Something else you’re just not going to deal with, yeah?
Buster: great idea, babe
Rio: Whatever could you mean by that, babe
Buster: It doesn’t solve anything
Rio: How do you expect to solve this? If she knows, she knows
Buster: She doesn’t know shit, ever
Buster: she’s causing trouble because she’s bored, and like I said, jealous, as usual, behaving like a child
Buster: that’s easy to solve
Rio: But you don’t know that 
Rio: I know what she said to me, yeah, it isn’t 100% but neither of us can ask her to fucking clarify
Buster: If she knew anything real or even close, she’d have said something to me, she wouldn’t be able to resist
Rio: Or would she wait for a better chance to use it
Rio: this is what I’m saying, she doesn’t have enough, there isn’t yet
Buster: Well, she isn’t here waiting outside [the place] with me, the coast’s clear as far as her getting any more blackmail material
Rio: Come on
Buster: You come on, everything’s fine, we couldn’t have asked for a better person to fire this warning shot, nobody believes a word that comes out of her mouth and we’ll be more careful with what does ours in the future
Rio: We can’t, clearly, or we wouldn’t be in this situation
Buster: There’s no situation, we went from barely acknowledging each other to me asking to speak to you for a minute, it’s hardly a shocking leap
Rio: You think that’s all she knows, that isn’t what’s actually happened
Buster: It’s all that happened in eyeline or earshot of anyone else, officially
Rio: As far as we know
Rio: because we actually fucking
Rio: you know what we did
Buster: I do but they don’t
Buster: and anything Nancy thinks she does, she can’t prove, it’s my word against hers, I can lie better
Rio: I think if your sister randomly comes out with Buster and Rio are hooking up, the parents are going to pay attention, however you spin it
Buster: Hopefully mine will pay for the therapy she desperately needs
Buster: if she talks, I’ll talk louder, tell them about James and everything else they don’t have any idea she’s doing
Rio: Obviously she’s fucked up, we know that
Rio: but there’s no way you wouldn’t end up in therapy with her
Buster: I don’t care if I do, it’ll look good in my uni interviews, make me sound like I’m even more well rounded
Rio: Jesus, you’re not funny
Buster: I’m not joking
Buster: if she’s out to get me, I’ll tell my parents she’s out to get me
Rio: I don’t know what she’s thinking, that wasn’t clear
Buster: The point is, they’ll believe she’s fucked up, not me, should it come to that, because that’s true
Rio: It shouldn’t come to that, it’s too risky, you have too much to lose
Buster: It won’t, we’ve barely taken any risks yet, neither of us are losing anything
Rio: I don’t disagree
Buster: Because you know I’m right
Rio: It’s not about being right, it’s just facts, there’s only so much she can say because only so much has happened
Buster: Nothing’s happened for her to talk about, she was slurring her words by [a time that’s early af]
Rio: You get my point
Buster: I don’t need things spelling out, wrong twin
Rio: Ha ha
Buster: You’ve made your point
Rio: You won’t try and talk to her then
Buster: Unless she brings it up with me, there isn’t anything I can talk to her about, you’ve told me fuck all
Buster: what I meant was, you already made your feelings clear by leaving me stood waiting
Rio: I didn’t do that on purpose, I’ve had a lot to try and deal with
Buster: On your own because you don’t trust me to help you deal with any of it
Rio: No, she blindsided me, which was on purpose because I was going to see [ex] to talk and couldn’t go out on the piss with her
Buster: But you’re still giving her exactly what she was hoping for, well done
Rio: I can’t not freak out, you should be too
Buster: Nancy doesn’t scare me
Rio: Not her, this, what we were doing
Rio: it could ruin everything
Buster: No it couldn’t, we’re never getting caught, we haven’t been
Buster: just hold your nerve
Rio: it’s not a fucking endurance test
Buster: Thank Christ, if you’re bailing already
Rio: This is about protecting you as much as it is anyone else, moreso
Rio: these are our real lives we’re talking about
Buster: My life isn’t under threat, neither is yours
Rio: I didn’t say that
Rio: don’t act like I’m crazy
Buster: Don’t act like we’re fucking amateurs, we’ve been doing this shit for years, we know how and we’re good at it
Rio: I just need space to think for a fucking second
Buster: Take it, we’ve been over the fact you’re not standing next to me
Rio: I apologized
Buster: Tell me what the real issue is, because I don’t believe for a second it’s my sister
Buster: What happened that night that pushed you too far?
Rio: Why don’t you believe me?
Buster: Tell me the truth, okay, if there was something I did, I need to know
Rio: I am telling you the truth, I can’t tell you something when there’s nothing
Rio: you know it was the same for me
Buster: Fine, I can’t force you to tell me
Rio: Seriously?
Buster: Whatever you think Nancy does or doesn’t know, that’s something we would’ve worked together on before
Rio: If I rushed to you, she’d have her point proved, I don’t know
Rio: yeah, I was scared
Buster: Do you think she’s got a point, with the nasty shit she said which you’re refusing to repeat, is that it?
Rio: No, but if she had ammunition to say and do worse, she would, and I’m determined not to give her any, that’s it
Buster: We haven’t given her any, I’ve been saying that this whole time
Rio: Good, thank fuck
Buster: Neither of us would ever be that stupid
Rio: I don’t think you’re stupid
Rio: I think we want it too much
Buster: You think we got carried away
Buster: it isn’t something an intelligent person who knows better would do
Rio: It’s not really about intelligence, it’s not logical, we both knew that before anything happened
Buster: We’re not scoring high for emotional intelligence or logic
Rio: I’ll live with that
Buster: You’ll have to, yeah
Rio: Blame me then
Buster: No
Rio: Seems like it
Buster: You’re the one using the word blame
Rio: If we’re debating semantics then we’ve really gotten to the end of this conversation being useful
Buster: It seems like you have regrets, I don’t know whether that’s up for debate or not
Rio: You’re the one who’s brought regrets up twice now, are you
Rio: because just say
Buster: I would, when have I not been honest with you?
Rio: I’m being honest with you and you don’t believe me
Buster: You honestly need space, I heard you, despite that being what we’ve had years of
Rio: That isn’t how I meant it
Rio: the fact you had to ask about the other night though, we were both drunk, taking a second to think about it with a clear head isn’t a bad idea
Buster: We weren’t drunk enough for you to use it as an excuse
Rio: We want to know exactly what we’re doing, that’s all
Buster: I thought we did
Rio: Let’s be sure
Buster: When were you not sure?
Rio: I’m sure, but I know we need to be more careful too
Buster: I don’t disagree
Rio: You know I’m talking sense, it’s not like I’m attacking you
Buster: What I’ve said hasn’t been bullshit
Rio: I know
Buster: Good
Rio: and I know you’re still mad, I didn’t mean to leave you waiting
Buster: I’m mad that my sister keeps ruining fucking everything
Rio: yeah but it could be worse this time
Buster: No, I’m not letting that happen
Rio: Not now
Buster: Not ever
Rio: Let’s face it, it’d be better for us if we did it right and could still deal with having to see each other at family functions after
Rio: it’s an unwitting favour on her part
Buster: If that’s how you feel, thank her by spending all your time with her at family functions instead, since she apparently did you such a big favour
Rio: Come on, Buster, you know damn well that’s not the furthest thing from what I want
Buster: It’s exactly what you want
Buster: you’d rather deal with this by hoping it’ll go away, like you always do
Rio: Wow, okay
Buster: There isn’t a right way to do this, there’s only our way or hers
Rio: What do you want to do, seriously
Rio: what’s the smartest thing to do
Buster: Everyone thinks we’re friends now, going back to avoiding each other completely looks more suspicious than anything she could have seen
Rio: Aren’t we
Buster: I don’t know what we are
Rio: Alright
Rio: well there isn’t anything we have to be seen together at ‘til St Paddys so that’s plenty of time to work it out
Buster: Yeah, you don’t have to see me at New Year’s, I’ve got plenty of time to catch a flight home
Rio: I won’t go either, makes it a non-issue
Buster: Right, great
Rio: You suggested it, if you want to stay, stay
Rio: I have options here
Buster: Why would I want to stay?
Buster: my best options are there
Rio: You sounded passive aggressive
Buster: You’re talking sense, I know that, like you said
Rio: Okay, then it’s sorted
Buster: I’ll see you in March
Rio: Have fun
Buster: You too
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cantalouupe · 3 years
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two is better than one
or; couple fuck in bathroom while thinking about their hot bf - PART 1 OF ?
nsfw!!! childe x f!reader
mentions of poly relationship, implied poly, mentions of kaeya, breeding kink, semi public sex, this will become a series
“God, you’re really getting off on this, arent you?” Fingers dip into your cunt, wetness coating the digits. “You’re soaked, you know.”
Oh, you know. Childe has been extremely clingy, grabbing at you and whispering in your ear all night - how could you not be wet at this point? He’s been talking about taking you apart in the bathroom for the past ten minutes, and only got to this point because you told him that he was too much of a pussy to actually fuck you in here.
You think now, at the telltale sound of a zipper, that he is in fact not too much of a pussy to fuck you here.
You especially think so when he pushes the head of his cock against your dripping hole.
“I would say we should make this quick but we both know we’re going to be in here for a while.”
His hands grip your hips for leverage so he can start thrusting, right after pushing inside. The push against your midsection keeps you pressed against the cool material of the bathroom sink, perfectly bent so the male can have his way with you.
The first few perfunctory movements result in him pulling you up so your back arched against his chest, upper thighs still pressed into the countertop. His arm slung across your torso, right atop your breasts where he count toy with one nipple whilst keeping you in position.
He moves for real, now, unrelenting and rhythmic. Your head hangs forward, mouth agape with whimpered versions of his name.
“It’s good?”
He pinches your nipple hard in between two fingers.
“So good, I’m-“
Being held upright while being fucked has you wanting to collapse, but the limb around you like a harness doesn’t allow for much movement. The way he grinds his cock into your cunt allows you to forget quite quickly.
You push your ass into him, forcing him deeper in every time. Each time your cunt swallows him, your wetness drips all over him, soaking his dick and making him slip in and out smoothly.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he tells you again, retracting his arm from around you. You fall boneless against the sink again and he leans back to watch your hole suck him inside. “Such a sloppy fuck.”
You clench tight and he grins, pulling your cheeks apart ro watch you better.
“It’s such a pretty little cunt, though,” he coos in a familiar tone that has you crying out.
“That’s it, keep taking it.”
“I’ll-“ you struggle with words, stumbling whilst stringing together a sentence. “I need to come.”
Immediately there’s a circling pressure against your clit and you swear. “Fuck, yes yes yes-“
You come in no time, and Childe fucks you through it, only slowing to a stop after he comes and when you wheeze from the extra sensation.
“You finished?” He asks sweetly, caressing the length of your side with wet fingertips.
You nod, pushing yourself up while you wait for him to pull out, except you find yourself being shoved right back down.
“I’m not done.”
“But you-“
“You think it really matters whether or not you’ve came?” He scoffs, “You have gone much longer than this, don’t act like you didn’t know there’d be more.”
He pants out a curse about how good it feels, finding purchase on your waist while he pulls you to meet each thrust.
“You’d be walking out there with my load inside you,” he starts, hips working tirelessly against yours, fucking hard enough that your stomach starts digging into the sink you’re bent over. “But that’s not enough, right? Not enough for either of us.”
A whimper falls from your lips even though you tried to hold them back, and he laughs.
“That’s right. You need more come inside you,” his hand slips down to your thighs, feeling along the wet globs sliding down your damp skin, “and I need to make sure you’re filled to the brim.”
“So full already.” You cry to him; a promise. As if a silly promise that you’re full enough could make him stop. What a naïve thought from you.
Childe just drives home harder, deep presses of his hips that are accompanied by a wet squelch and your moans. You’re tight around him, squeezing still from your last orgasm, the painful overwhelming pleasure from the overstimulation setting in.
“Should have invited Kaeya tonight,” he murmurs, “he’s really into this kind of stuff.”
The mere mention of the flirty blue-haired male has you sucking in a breath. Usually he would be the type to instigate something like this; he could smooth talk you and even Childe into public sex, but alas, he was busy tonight. Maybe Childe was trying to make up for his absence.
Kaeya actually has fucked you in this very bathroom, pressed against the door so that every thrust resulted in a thump that you had been sure could be heard from everyone.
“He’ll be upset when he finds out we did this without him. Are you going to make it up to him when we get home?”
You imagine yourself on your knees in front of the two while Childe describes their fun to Kaeya. He’d fuck your throat for sure; your mouth parts at the idea.
Childe makes a questioning sound at your lack of response, a teasing noise that reminds you of something Kaeya would do. You nod.
“Good girl.”
God, you wish he were here. They’d probably fuck you at the same time, take turns fucking new loads of come into you until you swore your belly was swollen with it.
“Have to keep my come all inside until we get to him, alright? Then you can bend over and show him your ruined hole.” Childe never slows when speaking, not once; you’re close again and he knows it. “He’ll get hard right when he sees it.”
You squeeze around his length, anticipating Kaeya’s touch as if he were here in the room with the two of you.
“You can’t wait, can you? Already thinking about more cock, filthy slut.” He smacks you hard, three hits echoing into the heated room. “You’ll have to be patient, we have a while yet until I’m finished with my turn.”
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soonsluv · 2 years
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How do you think Minghao and Jun would ask you out on a date? Would they make the first move, what would they say, what kind of date would they plan, etc.
anon said: kinda generic, but what their ideal first dates? like. what would show their personalities better and also how would they act on you guys' first date?
how they ask you out(performance team)
a/n: ok so since i already wrote about what kind of date i think would fit them the most(in the “svt as bfs” posts) i’m gonna write how i think they’d ask you out :))
jun: asks you out by asking you how you’d react to a bunch of hypothetical scenarios until it's painfully obvious that he’s talking about himself.
“ok so what if someone liked you right now?”
“then they’d have to tell me,” you laugh, “i’m not a mind reader.”
“ok but what if that person is your friend?”
“i’d be careful because i wouldn’t want to lose them but i’d still want to give them a chance.”
“ok but what if he’s a gemini?”
that makes you pause and look at him like you were a character in a sitcom.
hoshi: literally so calm, you almost spit out your water. we all know how bold he is and i really think that when he’s serious about something, his entire demeanour changes so there’s no way you could mistake this for a prank or anything.
“would you like to go out on a date with me? i’ve liked you for a while now, if i’m being honest.”
you’d look at him with raised eyebrows because you had been talking about your favourite movies just a few seconds ago.
minghao: you’d be hanging out with him and some other friends and he’d just ask you to follow him to a more private setting because he needed to ask you something. when you get there, he just loses all ability to look you in the eye, keeps fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and has trouble saying his words with confidence.
“i don’t know if you’ve noticed but um the weather has been really nice lately and i was wondering if you, you know, would like to go to that park with um… me to have a- have a picknick. but you can say no if you want to.”
dino: you know how people say they need to talk to you about something but keep sighing or taking a deep breath each time they try to get a word out because of how nervous they are? yeah, that’s him. the poor boy is so stressed because he wants to impress you so badly that he just ends up never finishing his sentence.
“would you ever-“ he sighs.
“i mean what if you and me-“ he sighs again.
“like you know, just the two of us-“
“you mean like on a date?” you interrupt him and he looks at you with the biggest eyes like what he was trying to ask you wasn’t as clear as day.
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Hewwooo! This ask just came into my mind and I wanted to share. So Yuuji has a girlfriend that is a civilian and at first Sukuna is annoyed by her but as time passed he starts to take a like on her since she's always so nice to him despite him being a curse. And he's just so confused about his feelings because him being the king of curses falling for a weakling? Ridiculous. I want to read your interpretation of this idc if its hcs or scenario. Do whatever you like❤
hi my love!! i really hope you like this!! i made it into headcanons so i can go over a larger span of time more smoothly, so i hope that’s okay!
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i’m getting so many sukuna requests hell yes 🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️🏃🏻‍♀️
okay so let’s make it that you’re yuuji’s gf from before he ate sukuna’s finger ( yeah btw wtf is up with your bf ??? )
he called you as soon as they’d announced the death of his grandpa, because it had felt like you were the last family he had left. seriously you’re his whole world
you’re there when megumi starts explaining stuff about how this finger’s super dangerous and people will die you and yuuji are like 😃✋🏼 wha 
but also so unbothered bc he can’t be serious
turns out he is serious laugh out loud
yuuji makes you go home as you’re at the school gate and you’re like mf what??? no???? i’m not leaving you?? 
he ends up making you wait and then he just never comes back
megumi explains everything to you 
but again you’re like 😃✋🏼 pause wtf 
you keep texting him and calling him and he’s not responding you’d be angry at him if you weren’t so fucking worried 
and so eventually he finds you again 
after eating sukuna’s second finger (again, what the fuck sir) 
now megumi had told you he was now like ? possessed ? by a curse? it sounded like gibberish to you tbh and it was the last thing you were thinking about when you finally saw him again
all that mattered was that he was okay and alive and in your arms 
you’ve never hugged him tighter tbh 
so anyways ! yuuji does not want you to meet sukuna 
like ever 
but when he meets you one day really frustrated from a mission, you ask him about it, and he just vents out everything to you. he tells you how the responsibility can be so overwhelming sometimes, and how sukuna can be so infuriating and you can’t imagine what it must be like having this guy in your head 
and then you just go 
“can i meet him?” 
at first he’s like absolutely not ma’am are u insane 
but then you convince him, telling him you trust him and reminding him he has control 
so he shifts 
you really were expecting something horrendous like seriously you were anticipating fainting from fear 
he’s just your bf 
with a rougher edge 
you like instantly relax 
even if this guy’s expressions are nothing like yuuji’s, you remind yourself that it’s still yuuji inside, no matter what 
“i like your — tats?” 
what do you even say to a curse??? 
he’s scowling at you so much you might piss yourself but you just repeat constantly that he can’t hurt you 
“you disgust me,” he spits out
yuuji shifts back so quick, and just groups you on his arms 
“that wasn’t me, i swear,” he says to you and you have to calm him down and tell him it’s okay !!  it’s not his fault the guy’s an ass 
now! yuuji’s pretty comfortable with your level of physical affection 
in fact, he loves it so much. it’s one of his favorite things about you. 
so he’s always welcoming an embrace from his favorite person in the world, but it’s so hard to ignore sukuna’s words in his mind repeatedly saying how this is so revolting 
he tries his best to pay him no attention 
sometimes y’all will be cuddling and a mouth appear somewhere on yuuji’s body and it’ll say “get ur hands off my vessel human!” and ngl
it always makes you laugh
like how comical is that
eventually, over time, the hugs are 
kinda nice, sukuna realizes 
like he’s a thousand year old cursed spirit
he’s not really gotten any affection yk 
like ever 
and it’s not that he ever wanted it
but being with you
or well, him possessing yuuji and yuuji being with you and you being with him through transitive property (thank you grade 7 math)  
it really like softens him
kinda 
a little bit 
like the tiniest bit 
some part of him, he probably thinks it’s yuuji and not even him and that he’s just confused but really some part of him grows to anticipate the hugs 
and when you kiss yuuji 
god
your mouth feels so good he wants to feel it for himself 
it’s like angering him how you’re growing onto him, so he asks yuuji to shift them 
and they do shift
you’re a little surprised bc yuuji gave u like a 3 sec warning before those familiar markings appeared on his skin
“i never thought i’d see you again,” you admit. 
and he just kisses you 
like full on the mouth 
no warning
you pull him back in shock, and rest a hand on his shoulder to keep a distance between you two
“i don’t know where this is coming from but it doesn’t feel right, sukuna.” 
and you’re just
you’re just so nice
why are you so nice???
“i love yuuji, so much, and even though you’re sharing a body you’re still a whole other person. it feels wrong.” 
god why are you so good? it’s infuriating???? 
yuuji shifts back, starts apologizing again like the first time
“you have to stop apologizing for something someone else did, babe.” 
when he’s alone with sukuna that night he’s like dude, dude, bro, my man — we gotta talk boundaries bc wtf
sukuna just goes “not fair u get to kiss her” 
like yeah??? she’s my girlfriend tf ???? 
so sukuna resorts to watching (or feeling) from the sidelines again
as he grows more and more affectionate towards you 
until he’s just as protective over you as yuuji is
until he realizes that 
what yhe fuck
maybe he has feelings for you because, one of the main things about you is that the two times you’ve encountered him, you’ve never treated him like a curse. even if being treated human was once considered belittling to him, having you dote on him like that, speak to him as softly
it made his brain go brrrr 
so he asks yuuji one day, “can i kiss your gf” 
like that’s something you just casually ask
took a lotta convincing but eventually yuuji says “if she says yes then okay” 
it takes like 
90 minutes for both you and yuuji to decide that you’re okay with it. sukuna’s like fuck it ion wanna anymore lmfao
but anyways 
yuuji shifts into him 
and 
he doesn’t even wait the impatient mf 
he just kisses you so suddenly, cupping your neck and tugging at your hair like damn how long has he been wanting to do this
clearly way longer than even he thought 
after that yuuji doesn’t exactly share you, but yeah he’ll let sukuna kiss you every now and then
sukuna’s still not fully accepting of his feelings towards you, but he learns to appreciate you
especially your kindness towards him and yuuji, and the tenderness of your touch 
he never would’ve seen it coming when he awoke in this teenage boy’s body, but he can admit that you’re definitely an added benefit
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liliansun · 2 years
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Favorite crime
synopsis: Despite all the warning you were given, you still stood by Beomgyu day and night. Unfortunately for you, with each day he took a little more of you away. Now you’ve become one of his victims of heartbreak.
pairing: choi beomgyu!bf x fem!reader
genre: angst, strangers to friends to dating, couple to ex’s
warnings: mentions of cheating, lies, controlling beomgyu, manipulative beomgyu
part of the sour series
2.2k wc
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2 years was how much of your life you had given to Choi Beomgyu. If you were being specific, it was about 2 years and 7 months. Maybe if you had listened to all your friends, you wouldn’t be where you were now. Sitting on your bed, staring at pictures of him and reminiscing in every moment you spent together. All the notes, all the times you traded hoodies, all of it was painful memories of how blind you truly were. But let’s go back to the beginning, where it all started. You were invisible to his crowd, a nobody they’d call you. You didn’t go to parties, you didn’t drink, you kept your nose in your book and preferred it that way. You knew of Beomgyu, it was hard not to honestly. He was one of the popular kids, he threw parties and he definitely got around through the girls in school. You think he would’ve kept track, but he never did. He was the type of guy to hook up with a girl and ditch her for their best friend. The stories about him were infamous. He caught attention and not the good kind. You never looked his way, not having any kind of attraction to him.
He didn’t know you until the day he caught you talking to one of his friends. If it never had happened, he might’ve never knew you existed. He would’ve continued living his life and passing you in the hallways. When he saw you talking to Kang Taehyun, he wanted to know who you were. You weren’t someone he’d had his way with, yet, and he was determined to change that. When he walked up to the two of you, he flashed you his signature smile. You glanced at him, eyes full of annoyance before turning back to Taehyun. This took a shot at his ego, he didn’t know why you didn’t swoon like the other girls. He was genuinely confused as to why you weren’t giving in like he was used to. Clearing his throat, he spoke up while holding his hand out. “Hi, I’m Choi Beomgyu.” He said, giving you another one of his smiles. When you turned to him, you looked at his hand before looking up at him. Taking a step back, you finished your conversation with Taehyun before leaving. There he stood, dumbfounded and embarrassed. Taehyun was snickering the entire time the two walked to the cafeteria. “Who is she and why did she ignore me like that? Does she know who I am?” Taehyun couldn’t hold back the laughs, shaking his head at Beomgyu’s arrogant words. “She doesn’t care about your pretty play boy facades.”
“What’s her name?” He asked, smirking to the girls who were waving and smiling at him in the halls. “L/N Y/N, but don’t try anything. She’s not your type and she definitely doesn’t need to be used by someone like you.” Beomgyu scoffed, clutching his chest dramatically. “You underestimate me Tae, I have no ill intentions with your friend.” Taehyun knew it was a lie, Beomgyu knew it was a lie, but you didn’t know a thing. You didn’t know how all of this would turn out. Beomgyu had been searching for you the next week, looking all throughout the cafeteria, but came with no luck. He decided to skip lunch one day, wandering the school and found himself in the library. He walked up and down the isles, glancing at the books on the shelves. In the back of the history section, he found you cuddled up to a book. Even while he was walking to you, you didn’t look up. He stopped in front of you, awkwardly staring at your eyes which were scanning the words on the pages. It wasn’t until he spoke up when you came up for air from your book. “Hey y/n, long time no see.” He said, oddly cheery.
You looked up, face blank. “How do you know my name?” You asked, throwing him off his game. He took a deep breath before responding. “Taehyun told me, is that a problem?” You rolled your eyes, mentally cursing Taehyun. “I guess not anymore, you know it so I can’t do anything about it.” Beomgyu didn’t expect you to respond in such a heartless way. He didn’t know you, but you didn’t like him. He wanted to change that, almost needing to change that for the sake of his social status. “How about we get to know each other?” He asked, pulling your book down some. You made the most disgusted face he had ever seen, closing your book before responding. “I’m good, thanks for asking.” You picked up your bag from off the ground, slinging it over your shoulder and started to walk away. He immediately stepped in front of you, blocking you from leaving. “What are you doing?” You said, starting to become annoyed.
Beomgyu smirked, putting his hands on his hips as he watched you become more furious the longer he stood in your way. “What is it that you want? I’ll do anything for you to get out of my sight.” A lightbulb went off in his head, sparking all of his wrong ideas. “Anything?” He asked, taking a step towards you with curiosity. You hesitantly nodded your head. Part of you felt like this would be a major mistake on your part, but you couldn’t take back what you said. “Go on a date with me, if it’s bad then we’ll never speak again, but if it’s good you’ll have to go out with me.” Was he trying to strike a nerve? Why would he want to go out with you of all people. Just a week or so ago he didn’t know you existed and on his second encounter with you he’s asking you out?
“Why me?“ you asked, staring at him while you tried to think of way out of this. “Because, I want you and I get what I want.” He was right, he always got what he wanted. He saw something and he could easily manipulate the ways to ensure it was his. That’s how you ended up dating Beomgyu. To be honest, the first 6 months had been magical. He got along with your friends, he met your family and he seemed to had changed from his old self. Sadly, it only lasted those first 6 months. The magic had started to fade, the love in his eyes started to simmer away and his care for you was beginning to disappear. There had been rumors that he was cheating on you, but you didn’t listen to them. Not until your closest friends brought it up. When Taehyun had pulled you aside after class one day, he warned you to get out while you could. He didn’t want to see you get hurt and so much was surrounding Beomgyu and the new girl.
You brushed it off, not giving his warning a second thought. You should’ve, you should’ve listened to him and left Beomgyu. So much heartbreak would’ve been spared. So much pain could’ve been avoided, yet you stayed beside him. When going over to his house one afternoon, you had his 8 month anniversary present in your hands. You were giddy each time the two of you celebrated your anniversary, but lately it seemed to become dull. Ringing his doorbell, you heard commotion behind his door. A females voice could be heard, but you assumed it was his mom. When he finally opened the door, his hair was messy, his shirt was wrinkled and his lips were swollen. Your heart cracked, almost dropping the present in your hands. Anyone else would’ve confronted him, left him right then and there and went on wanting better for yourself. You on the other hand stood there, masking your pain with a smile.
“What are you doing here?” He asked, sounding bitter by your arrival. You held up the present, letting out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Happy anniversary.” You said, trying your best to be enthusiastic for the two of you. Beomgyu sighed, dropping his head. “You should’ve called.” Another crack found its way along your aching heart. This wasn’t him, he wasn’t the boy you agreed to fall in love with. He wasn’t who you knew, he was someone else and it hurt to think he was returning back to his old self. “Should I go?” You said, holding out the present for him to take. Beomgyu’s guilty eyes found yours, frowning as he nodded. He took your present, taking a chunk of your heart with him. It hurt so much to see him turn you away, but you didn’t do the same. When he came crawling to you and saying he was sorry, you believed him. You believed his lies because you loved him and hoped he’d love you too.
He promised to change, to treat you better than he did and he did, only for a couple of months. He started to become more distant, ignore your calls more frequently and forgetting the plans he made with you. You tried to brush it off, holding onto hope that he would want you again. Sometimes, you asked yourself why you stayed with him. Why he stayed around, he didn’t want you. He barely acknowledged you anymore, yet every time you tried to leave he would suck you back in. He would give you bullshit excuses, saying he needed you and that you were all he wanted. In the back of your mind, you knew it was a lie. Everything he told you was lies, but you believed him. You stayed with him and held on tighter than before each time he begged you to stay. His love was poisonous to your life and your heart couldn’t take much more.
The longer the two of you stayed together, the more controlling he became. He pulled you away from your friends, convincing you they wanted to split the two of you up. He was mostly correct, because your friends did worry about you. They saw the effect he had on you and they wanted you to be free of his unforgiving grip. You didn’t care, because to you Beomgyu was all you wanted. It wasn’t until after the two of you split when you got to see how he treated you. You didn’t see how much he was ruining who you once were and that pained you in ways you couldn’t explain. He had stolen your heart, broken it and discarded of you like you were nothing. He had finally given up on entertaining you, completely ignoring you to the point where you just assumed he broke up with you. You couldn’t take the silence anymore, you had been confined to your thoughts and were put to stay silent. Getting out of your bed, you grabbed your coat and left your house. Pain was taking over, pulling you into your car and driving it’s way to Beomgyu’s house.
The drive was numbing to your mind, as if you didn’t have to second to even consider turning around and go back home. When you reached his house, you stood in front of his door. The sound of your car was still on since you didn’t plan on staying long, but when you knocked on his door, you didn’t expect to see her behind it. She was smiling till she looked at you, her smile faulting and giving you a eyed look. You stepped inside, toning out whatever she was trying to say to stop you from going any further. Your body moved on its own, down the hall and into the second door on the right. There he was, laying on his bed as if he didn’t have a care in the world. When he looked to see who barged into his room, his eyes went wide at the sight of your puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. “Y/n what are you doing here?” He asked, sitting up almost immediately.
“Know that I loved you so much that I let you treat me like garbage.” Your words were laced with pain, barely holding you up, but brining you down. “The things I did for you, just to keep you around. All the things you did to me, for what?” Beomgyu didn’t take your feelings into consideration, but he should’ve. You were his first real relationship and the way he treated you was more than awful. “I hate you, I never wished we met and I hate that I love you.” You said, smiling softly as you felt tears stream down your cheeks. His face was stiff, somewhat pained and he felt his chest caving in. “In the end, all I hope was that I was your favorite crime because you were mine.”
Just like that, you came into his life and tore him down to his soul. You showed him all the pain and hurt he caused you. You showed him what he had lost, but it was too late. He was too late, he had to pay for what he did to you and every girl before you, including the one he had now. Tears fell down his cheeks, imagining what you went through and why you stayed. He buried your heart, bloody hands to go with his crimes. If he could, he’d do it all over again. Maybe he’d fix it, be right to you the second go around. Deep down, he knew he loved you and that’s what scared. Love can be scary, but never be scared to love.
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Summary: Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you. Warnings: emotional constipation, toxic ex, internalized misogyny, jk has bad experiences w/his ex’s dad, one scene where jk throws up, brief episode of panic, mentions of terminal cancer (minor); smut; fingering, praise kink, face fucking, spitting kink, cunnilingus, unprotected sex on top of a car im sorry Misc: autoshop owner!jk, businesswoman!oc, slice of life, childhood crushes, friends to lovers, ex gfs, pining, country bumpkin pjm w/crush on oblivious oc, ex-bf kth but it’s not real lol Wc: 19.4k (wow!!!)
the spirit of auto shop jk possessed me n next thing i knew i was 11k into a drabble. if ur curious: the 1975 corvette, car at the end, the tweed suitskirt (not actually chanel ☹️sowwyyy) also: this is the longest fic I've written!!!!! clap for me!!!!! i proofread the first few paragraphs n was like thats enough professionalism for the day
inspired by ain’t no mountain high enough one of my fave songs ever🥺 the title is a lyric from the song bc i love it so much enjoy !!
The garage is mostly dark when you enter, the faint hum of a radio quietly filtering through the stagnant room, its source coming from the back wall, where the only light is. It’s a rolling lamp, shining down an ugly yellow glow onto the figure of one man.
Jungkook’s sitting in that same rolling stool he always is, the metal one that’s rusted beyond repair, the cushion so uncomfortably flat. He’s caught up in whatever paint job he’s been tasked with this time around, a classic muscle car from what looks like the 80’s. He’s humming along to the radio, so caught up in stenciling out his design that he doesn’t notice you creep behind him until you’re very purposefully rattling the tool cart beside him, a teasing “boo!” making him jump.
“Fuck, you scared me,” he gasps, rubs over his chest as if to check if his heart is in fact still there. You grin, brandish your bag of takeout out for him before he can lecture you on the dangers of startling people who work around very complex machinery. Instead, all he says is, “you’re an angel.”
Once you’ve got the food carefully scattered across his work bench, your cherry cola tucked next to a canister of gasoline like that’s the safest practice, Jungkook wastes no time diving into all the details of his project, the 1975 Chevy Corvette behind him. The longer you look at it, the more you feel you’ve seen it somewhere. Probably a car show, you presume.
“Purrs like a kitten,” he sighs dreamily, completely ignoring the way half his toppings slide out from the opposite end of his cheeseburger. You don’t, and you swipe a fallen pickle from his tray before he can catch you.
“A kitten?” You ask, glance over at the car. It’s desperately in need of a paint job, and you only realize this now as you stare at it more in depthly. The niggling feeling that you know this car is still there, but you ignore it in favor of indulging your best friend. “Don’t people usually compare cars to bigger, better cats?”
There’s a taped stencil running alongside the car, a thick stripe followed by a thinner one, and you suppose Jungkook’s trying to spice her up, give her back the same youthfulness she probably had in her prime. What better way to do so than by adding some classic stripes alongside it.
Jungkook hums, gulps down his soda noisily. “Not this one. Never heard an engine as soft as hers.”
You roll your eyes. For a minute, the two of you quietly chew through your burgers, the radio filling in the gaps while you analyze the car. You know this car, but you can’t remember where. Jungkook coughs into his palm, probably from trying to inhale his fries too fast like he does every time you go to the diner you’re eating from today.
The diner.
A mouthful of braces. A pretty waitress. A strict dad.
“Holy shit, this is Sojin’s dad’s car,” you inhale, the memories from high school suddenly hitting you full force. Jungkook chokes, out of surprise this time, and furiously goes to deny your claims. “This is totally his car. The one he tried to run you over with when he caught you trying to put her on the back of your bike.”
“He didn’t try to run me over,” Jungkook whines, and the tips of his ears are red from your revelation.
You glare. “Why are you fixing that asshole’s car for him?” You interrogate, the last quarter of your burger forgotten in favor of squeezing the truth out of him. You’d had enough of that treacherous woman and her equally deranged father causing Jungkook trouble, and to catch him still helping her now, almost ten years later, was enough to make a brain vessel pop.
He shrugs, avoids your eyes as he picks through his fries. The radio is still on, some tune you recognize from those old days at the diner when Jungkook had become so unbelievably smitten with the part timer that served you milkshakes every Wednesday afternoon.
He had been in love with her the moment he saw her, and the look in his eyes was only magnified by those dorky glasses he wore pre-lasik. You'd been his friend long enough, recognized the jump of his scrawny thigh beneath the table. Like a bunny, thumping in excitement at the sight of her.
Sojin was... full of surprises.
She was nothing less than a supermodel, long legs carrying her around the diner as if it was her runway. She was nice too, so you hadn’t originally had an excuse to dislike her. She was nice, and so endeared with your best friend that it was inevitable when they began dating. Her presence consumed the end of your high school careers, overtook the time that should have been yours and Jungkook’s last year before being thrown into adulthood. He decided on studying at a technical school nearby—per your encouragement to save money—while you travelled five hours out for your degree in business. That last year, when you had finally come to terms with your feelings, had been so painfully ripped away by Sojin and her never-ending list of teenage drama, and by Sojin’s dad and his overbearing need to police her and Jungkook every chance he got.
Jungkook still hung out—“Sojin was busy, do you wanna do something?”—but more often than not those hang outs consisted of Jungkook telling you about her and her dad, about how hard he tried to get into his good graces.
The bike incident had only been one of many. Times where Jungkook would put his heart—and life—on the line for that girl only for it to be in vain every time she broke up with him over the simplest things. You’d heard stories from Jungkook, all told with a tight smile, of a handshake that would bruise, a man chasing him with a bat, of a car following him to school. All things he put up with for a girl who didn’t care for him. One day, after Jungkook had grudgingly sat through an hour long dinner with her family, the stare of her father piercing through him, she broke up with him because she didn’t like how long his hair had gotten.
(If anyone were to ask you, he was handsome with long hair. Dreamy even.)
He cut it that same day.
As her childishness grew, you quickly came to dislike her. She strung Jungkook around, you thought, and just when you thought she was finally done toying with him and making his life difficult in the sneakiest ways, the damn kid started hitting the gym. His growing frame, toned arms and now straightened teeth had turned him into a heartthrob, and Sojin was just as aware of this as you were. “Don’t we look perfect together?” She’d ask, twirl around him like they were on the cover of a magazine and not standing on his chipped front porch.  
Needless to say, by the time graduation had rolled around you despised the woman. You absolutely disliked how she treated Jungkook, how she let her father treat Jungkook without ever stepping up and defending him. Granted, you didn’t know exactly what went on in her household behind closed doors, you’d seen enough of her uncaring attitude to want to ram her and her dad’s head against the hood of the car.
Which is why seeing the old car, in Jungkook’s shop nonetheless, was rekindling a boiling hatred in your chest. “That man should rot in hell for all he put you through,” you huff, glare at the car like it holds some magical connection to him and he can feel the intensity of your stare.
“___,” Jungkook scolds, swirls his cup around to distract himself. “He was just trying to protect his only daughter,” he defends, quietly, like it’s what he tells himself to justify all those years of mistreatment. Even when he and Sojin had continued through college, it had never stopped. You, being five hours away, couldn’t do a damn thing. “Besides, the guy’s old as hell now.”
You snort, finally breaking your staring match with the car. Glancing at Jungkook, he’s got that same forlorn expression on his face, the one he started wearing when he first came to terms with the fact that her dad would never like him. There was a time it was stuck permanently on his face, the pressure and the discomfort that came from the father of the girl you’ve dated for five years looking at you like you were nothing more than a speck of dirt on the bottom of his shoe.
When you came back from school, educated and confident, you almost didn’t recognize your best friend. Tall and broad, tattoos splattered over his arm. Hair long like you loved it, but eyes still as round and wondrous as they’d been when you were kids. He had his own place now, he told you, and you vaguely remembered all the times he mentioned him and Sojin moving in together, mentally preparing yourself to see that wench for the first time in a while.
Much to your surprise, there was no Sojin in sight. No lingering artifacts of her presence. Nothing that showed she existed in this space besides an ugly orange mug she’d given him for his birthday one year, tucked into the very back of his cabinets. They’d broken up, he explained. Almost immediately after graduation.
After stringing him along for the better part of five years, she had decided this wasn’t what she wanted. No, what she wanted was a man ten years her senior with an abundance of cash to flow. Jungkook hadn’t cried. Hadn’t even looked the tiniest bit upset when you ordered pizza and drank some beer, watched your favorite episodes of The Simpsons like you were seventeen and avoiding your homework again.
You stayed the night, a little too tipsy to drive home. Besides, Jungkook had a spare bedroom. It was a room beside his, just a full bed with a chest of drawers. You liked it, liked the scent of him surrounding you after only seeing each other for a couple weeks in between months of distance. You liked it, because when he shifted in bed you realized the beds were pressed against the same wall, and you liked it until the shared wall spared you no secrets, and you listened to him quietly sob into his pillow.
“Old or not, he’s still the devil,” you murmur, snapping back to the present where Jungkook is wheeling himself closer to the car again. “Where did you find that thing anyway?”
He stays silent, quietly pretending like he still has something to do on the car besides paint it. Then, “I bumped into Sojin at the store.”
You sigh, drop your head between your shoulders. You can only imagine what whirlwind of a sob story she had to throw on him to win this favor.
“Kook,” you start, gauging his reaction only from his backside. His muscles ripple beneath his dark t-shirt, his usual red jumpsuit knitted around his waist. “What happened?”
Again, silence.
You say nothing, let him sort through the hurt on his own while you creep up behind him, sliding your hands over his shoulders and pressing down on the cricks behind his neck. He melts into your touch, head lolling forwards as a quiet sigh escapes him.
“She told me she was low on cash, and she needed the car to get to work,” he confesses, and from his ducked position, his voice trembles. You roll your eyes.
“And the paint job?”
A particularly rough press of your fingers has a whimper escaping him. God, this boy needed to see a chiropractor and a masseuse soon. All that hunching over and under these cars was doing a number on his back.
“I… I figured I might as well fix up the exterior too.” Of course he would, you think, Jungkook’s heart was stupidly big and easy to manipulate. He would get so swept up in it sometimes, trying to do the best he can for everyone’s benefit that he’d ignore himself.
You sit in his confession, fingers digging into his skin for a few minutes as you consider what to say.
The mature adult in you, the logical half of you, wants to hit him upside the head, scold him for letting that wench into his life again so easily. You were going on twenty-six now, all three of you, and you didn’t have time to be fixing him every time that childish woman decided to toy with him. Granted, it’s been four years since you last saw her, since you heard him muffle his cries on the other side of the wall, and you liked to think Jungkook was a respectful adult of society now. He didn’t have time to get dragged around by self-absorbed women with insane fathers.
The other part, the best friend since childhood, wants to run away. Wants to pack Jungkook into a suitcase and take him far away from here and from her. Unlike you, who now lived in the city, Jungkook had stayed in your small hometown, a quiet place just outside the bustling city. It was difficult to ensure his happiness when you were always forty-five minutes out of reach. It would be so much easier to just take him and fly to another province, maybe on the beach, Jungkook loved the beach.
“Listen,” he says, successfully pulling you out from your spiral. “I know what you’re gonna say and I just wanna tell you it’s not like that.”
You blink, hands stilling on his shoulders. Your lack of movement allows him to spin around on his chair, gaze up at you with the same shiny gaze he’s given you ever since you were kids. “I’m just doing her this tiny favor. She looked...” he trails off, face scrunching to find the words.
“Like shit?” You propose, and he smiles. “Like flaming dumpster shit behind a club?”
Jungkook laughs, loud and beautiful. You want to kiss the mole beneath his lip.
“She looked bad, okay?” He settles, reaches forward to take your palm in his. You’re standing between his thighs, and you wonder how he would have acted if you were Sojin. “Don’t think things worked out with that CEO she was dating. I’m just giving her a push.”
You sigh, try to push those crestfallen sobs to the back of your head. “Okay,” you agree, briefly glancing back at the damn car. “You fix her car, and that’s it,” you state. Jungkook nods, makes a little X over his heart. He knows how much you hate that woman. “No funny business.”
“No funny business,” he agrees, then reaches down for a white spray can. “You wanna spray some dicks on it before I paint it?”
“Please,” you laugh, taking the face mask he offers you with a grin.
One day your car starts making a weird noise as you pull out of the underground parking garage of your building. It’s somewhere between a pig squealing and metal scraping. You’ve been around Jungkook long enough to know this is probably something to do with your breaks, something about them being loose or old, one of the two. You have a short day at work today. There’s repairs being done to the office you work at, so everyone’s been spending more time working from home.
You leave work a little after two pm, head pounding from the hour long meeting you sat through, the mediocre business proposals your boss had asked you to look through and file. There’s a hefty load of emails waiting in your inbox, mostly the interns requesting you write them a recommendation letter. You’ll have to look through those later, pick out the good ones and write them each a unique piece kissing the ground they walk on.
The scent of freshly fried donuts hits your nose as you pull into your old town; the bakery down the road from Jungkook’s has their windows open. You can already taste the sweetness on the tip of your tongue, the iced coffee cooling your insides as you sit and watch Jungkook work on your car.
Jungkook’s shop is on the corner of the street, takes up a huge chunk with it’s massive garage and driveway; the office area is tiny compared to the sheer size of the actual work floor. There’s music blaring through the overhead speakers, and when you pull in you recognize it as Jimin’s playlist.
“Morning, Miss,” the country bumpkin says, leaning against your car door as you rifle through your purse. “What’re you in for?”
“Hi, Jimin,” you reply sweetly, take his hand as he helps you out the door. You very vaguely explain the noise your car had made that morning, glancing around the shop as Jimin gets to work inspecting it. “Where’s Jungkook?”
Jimin’s waving over some other employees, all greeting you in their matching red jumpsuits. “Kook’s in the office,” he tells you, and it’s almost sensual the way his hand glides over your palm for your keys. God, you needed to get laid. “Has some lady friend in there with him.”
You pause, the bustling of the crew behind you fading into the background. Something inside you snaps, and you whirl around the garage, before catching sight of a 1975 Chevy Corvette, almost unrecognizable from how you’d last seen it. It’s bright red now, a color you only briefly saw before you’d left the other night, with two, lightning bolt racing stripes decorating each side. It looks new, almost in mint condition, and the fact it’s still here has you storming through the garage.
Your heels clack loudly, the crew moving to the side as you torpedo straight into the offices. You barely remember to greet the receptionist before you’re stomping straight into the main office.
There’s no knock, no warning given, before you’re flinging the door open, seeing exactly what you’d expected. 
“___,” Jungkook stutters, jumping onto his feet from his position on the couch. He looks frantic, wide eyes flickering between you and the woman sitting in front of him, her back turned to you. But you’d recognize that silhouette anywhere.
“Did you say ___?” She says, and she’s still as tall and as beautiful as you remember her. Had it not been for the heels you wore, you don’t doubt she’d tower over you. She flashes you a killer smile, lips carefully painted red. It almost looks murderous. “My! ___, you haven’t changed a bit,” Sojin exclaims, rushing around the couch to pull you into a tight hug. You don’t return it.
You let her cling to you for a second, before pushing her away as gently as you can by the shoulders. As much as you’d like to rip her in half, tear her apart for all she did to Jungkook, you won’t. You’re older now, elegant in all the ways you weren’t before. It would be a huge disservice to your maturity if you shoved your heel up her ass right now.
“It’s lovely seeing you, Sojin,” you smile, taking her hand in yours.
Besides, being a woman in business meant you knew better, more creative ways to strike.
“And your boyfriend?” You ask, tilting your head in staged confusion. You even glance around the office, like you’ll find the geezer hiding behind the potted plant or Jungkook’s frozen figure. “The rich one with the huge company? Did he come with you today?”
Her smile tightens, red lips pursed as she gauges you with those cat eyes that haunt your nightmares every now and then. “My ex-boyfriend,” she corrects after a minute, pastes a forlorn expression onto her features. “We’ve separated, and you know how it is for women like us,” she jests. “We need a man to push us along—“
“Do we?” You ask, think back on all those years of school, of studying and working and pushing yourself, all the time you spent investing in yourself for yourself. “I don’t think so,” you contemplate. “It’s really embarrassing if you can’t care for yourself without the help of a man. Almost like you don’t trust in your own abilities, and ride other’s coattails instead.”
A beat of silence. Two completely different worlds, and Jungkook hovering awkwardly beside you.
Two palms grasp your shoulders from behind, and when you turn Jungkook is smiling at you, forced and stressed like he can’t stand to be in this uncomfortable situation any longer. “Well,” he announces, pushing you behind him as he guides Sojin towards the door. “There was an issue with her car, so I’ll just check on it real quick, okay?”
You nod, feel empty as he takes her by the wrist, and not you. He hands her her purse, palm on the small of her back as they exit the office. When the door clicks shut behind them, you throw your own handbag at the ground, barely stop yourself from stomping like a child.
Instead, you breathe in, hold it, and exhale, just like your Tuesday yoga instructor taught you. By the time you’ve collected yourself a few minutes have passed, so you kneel down to gather your fallen lipstick tubes and cellphone from the floor, scooping them back into your purse.
Tugging the door shut behind you, you mindlessly wander down the hall, until you reach the small receptionist area and nearly get jumped by Kim Taehyung. “Holy shit, you won’t believe this,” he gasps, takes you by the shoulders and nearly shakes you until your brain falls out through your ears. You would have slapped him, had this been any other man, but he’s quite possibly the only man besides Jungkook you’d let jostle you like this. “You’ll never guess who just left the office with J—wait,” he pales, suddenly connecting two and two, your exit from said offices definitely a key factor in whatever conclusion he’s drawn. “You were in the office with Hwang Sojin and you didn’t kill her?!”
You huff, let him shake you again until you’re nearly tripping in your heels. “Yes, I know,” you groan, finally slap his hands away when you begin to feel this morning’s breakfast bubbling from all the motion. “I’m surprised too.”
“Wow,” Taehyung marvels, leans back against the receptionist desk even though the poor girl has told him time and time again not to. He ignores her, something he can do as second best friend to the boss. “Remember when she showed up crying outside his mom’s house and you threw a potted plant at her? Oh how the great have fallen.”
Rolling your eyes, you drift over to the plexiglass window in the office that looks out across the entirety of the garage floor. In the corner, Jungkook’s got the hood of the Corvette open as he works away on something, Sojin tapping at her phone beside him. “Why are you here, Tae?”
He steps beside you, tuned into the same scene. “Can’t visit my ex-girlfriend every now and then?” He teases, you groan.
“We dated for three days, dude, let it go,” you whine, and watch with rapt attention as Jungkook motions for her to start the engine. She does, and it purrs to life, soft and silky just like Jungkook said it does. She squeals and claps, launches herself into his arms in thanks. You look away.
“Yuck,” Taehyung gags and you couldn’t agree more. “Can’t believe you ended the best 72 hours of my life for that pinhead and the hussy attached to his hip.”
He shrieks when you pinch his side, and you take great satisfaction in the judgemental stare half the crew sends him through the glass. After all, they weren’t soundproof. “You embarrassed me and my brand,” he huffs, crossing his arms as the two of you return to watching Jungkook and the hussy.
“He’s not a pinhead,” you softly retort, watch him wipe a bead of sweat off his forehead as he waves her off. Sojin sends him a brigade of air kisses, none of which he catches. A sick sense of glee consumes you at the sight, but then he’s turning to stare directly at you and Taehyung through the glass, and the both of you quickly whirl away.
“His ability to find you in less than a second is so weird,” Taehyung shivers, and you ignore it, taking the candy from the bowl on the receptionist desk. She doesn’t care, having heard these conversations more than enough times to get the general gist of what you and Taehyung gossip about. You’re surprised she’s never mentioned it to Jungkook before.
Regardless, you listen to Taehyung complain about his life for a few more minutes, before Jimin’s sweet voice pops into the room. His ash blonde hair is all ruffled, and there’s something dark smeared over his otherwise perfect skin as he tells you your car is fixed. Taehyung bids you goodbye, and Jimin walks you back to your car out on the garage floor.
“All set, miss,” Jimin grins, puts a hand against the car so you don’t hit your head as you go in. You thank him, and don’t miss the way he lingers by your window.
“Is something wrong?” You ask, tilt your head quizzically. Jimin’s cheeks flush, and he looks shyly at the ground.
“Actually, I was wondering if—“
“___,” Jungkook calls, jogging over beside Jimin, who looks almost ashamed to be caught doing...whatever it was he was gonna do. Jungkook glances at him, catches him in some weird staring contest before crouching down to your window. “You needed your car fixed? Why didn’t you tell me?”
You blink, don’t know how to politely tell him he was too busy kissing the ass of his toxic ex-girlfriend to help you out. “Jimin helped me,” you smile, the same practiced expression you’ve mastered since college. You usually get by, usually trick people with that look, but not with him. Jungkook knows you too well, knows that look, and knows you’re holding yourself back. “You were busy.”
His lips part in surprise, tugged downwards with the hint of a frown. “I,” he stutters, looks at Jimin, who doesn’t seem that impressed with him either. “I… I would’ve came if you called.”
You tug your sunglasses out from their little case, slide them over the bridge of your nose as you strap your seatbelt over yourself. “Would you though?” You ask, flash him another polite smile before shifting your car’s gears. Jimin walks off, clears the path for you to exit, and with just Jungkook standing there, you speak freely. “I would hate to distract you from something important.”
Some of the proposals end up being better than expected, and after carefully sifting through them, your boss asks you to sit through presentations for the next few days. Your time gets consumed in graphs and budgets. There’s a multitude of businesses you have to look into, some big and well-known, and others small and local. You drive around the city one day, visiting business after business, until your ankles hurt in your heels and your cheeks hurt from all the smiling. Your only comfort is the nice Chanel skirt suit you’re wearing that makes you feel like the most important person in the room wherever you go.
By the time the week’s over, there’s a thin cut forming on the back of your ankles from all the walking you’ve done in your heels. You slump against your front door, tossing your heels in the vague direction of the closet before padding through your house.
You nearly scream yourself sore at the figure in your kitchen, hunched over what looks to be a hastily made cake with a number three candle. “Oh my god,” you seethe, turning the overhead light on to illuminate Jungkook’s grinning figure, dirty and sweaty from work. You glance at the clock on the stove; it’s only been about an hour since his garage closed.
“Surprise!” He exclaims, and you’re not the slightest bit amused when he begins humming the happy birthday song on a day that is definitely not your birthday.
When he’s done, you don’t clap and his beaming smile doesn’t waver. “It is not my birthday,” you calmly state, placing your leather padfolio on the counter.
Jungkook blows the candle out for you. “It’s the birthday of when we first met,” he explains, and gets to cutting the cake. How he remembers such a day, you don’t know. You do know that this is his mom’s birthday cake recipe, and you love that. “Can you believe it? Friends for almost three decades.”
“Almost,” you repeat, dutifully sitting across from him and taking the plate he offers. He nods at you like a bobblehead. 
His eyes are sparkly and big, like he’s drunk, and it’s only then you notice the red wine on the table, bottle open and halfway done. You set your fork down, grasp the neck of the bottle in your hand. “Have you been drinking?” You ask, even though the answer stares you right in the face. You frown. “You hate drinking.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes, shovels more cake into his mouth to delay his response. “Needed it,” he offhandedly explains, nearly eats the candle but you jump forward to snatch it off his fork before he can.
“What do you mean?” You inquire. You’re not hungry anymore, too interested in whatever’s going on in his head to make him think he needs to be drunk around you.
Jungkook gulps, reaches forward for more wine but you cradle the bottle to your chest. You nearly gasp when he levels you with a real, stony glare, the expression out of place on his face. “Cuz you’re mad,” he huffs. “At me.”
There was a time you would coddle Jungkook’s every mistake, never let him think he was at fault for anything. You’d grown out of it shortly before high school, recognizing boys were stupid no matter how much you tried to prove otherwise. Since then, you’ve watched him get into trouble time and time again—Sojin being the prime example—and only intervened when absolutely necessary. Some part of you, the half that hates seeing him upset, wants to tell him you’re not. The mature part in you, however, doesn’t let that happen.
“I am,” you agree, watch his eyes widen almost comically at your admission. You set the wine bottle back on the table, leaning your chin on your palm as you level him with the most unimpressed gaze you can. “I’m furious, actually.”
He whimpers, actually whimpers like a kicked puppy, and you can almost see the metaphorical ears pressed against his head and the tail tucked between his legs. His lips are big and pouty, stained from the wine. You’d love to know what they feel like.
Jungkook’s vulnerability lasts all of three seconds, before he’s shaking himself out of whatever emotional pit his foggy brain has him in. “Well, it’s dumb,” he spits, and it’s your turn to sit in shock. “You can’t tell me what to do.”
“Excuse me?” You ask, incredulously, because this has never happened before. Are you overprotective and sometimes overbearing? Sure. Has Jungkook ever voiced discomfort with that before? Never. “I’m not telling you what to do,” you sneer, crossing your arms over your chest.
He rolls his eyes, pushes away from the table like a moody teen. You know it’s because he’s drunk, because he’s not himself, but you have to remind yourself that he obviously felt this way somewhere in his heart to voice it to you now. “You’re not my mom.”
You choke. “I’m not!” You angrily agree, pushing away from the table as well.
Jungkook snarls, “well you sure do love acting like her.” He picks up his plate, glances over at you with a look in his eyes that can only be likened to that of a sneaky cat, and then purposefully shoves the bread and frosting down the garbage disposal in the sink. You shriek, fly around the table and shove him away.
“What is wrong with you?” You seethe, push him away rudely with a hand on his face. Jungkook stumbles back, slips on the floor and nearly cracks his head on the corner of the counter. “Oh my god,” you exclaim, abandoning the sink in favor of watching the way his face twists up at the sudden motion, stomach contracting beneath his black t-shirt, cheeks puffing. “Oh god, oh god,” you stammer, tugging him to his feet with the strength only a panicked individual about to see an entire cake regurgitated onto their kitchen tile can have.
You’ve barely kicked the door to the bathroom open when Jungkook begins throwing up, gooey vomit spewing from his mouth and onto the floor. It touches your arm, and you shriek before shoving him in the general direction of the toilet.
“Ew, ew,” you freak, shoving your hand under the sink faucet to get that gross feeling away. You wanna vomit yourself, but you tell yourself there can only be one sick person at a time, and right now it’s Jungkook.
He’s got his head in the toilet, disgusting sounds echoing off the ceramic of it. By the time you’ve calmed down and washed your arm thrice, you move over to pull his bangs away from his face, letting him hurl in peace.
“I’m sorry,” he mopes, spews another round of birthday cake into the toilet.
You look away, blindly reach out to turn the bathroom fan on. “Mhm,” you nod, rubbing a hand over his back. Jungkook nods sadly against the toilet seat.
“‘M sorry,” he repeats, gags around nothing but the gross feeling left in his throat. “I-I know you just want…” a pause as he considers throwing up some more, “...want what’s best for me.”
“I do,” you agree, wipe a hand down the side of his face that he leans into. “Not trying to be your mom,” you assure him, and he snorts.
“Be a good mom,” he murmurs, so soft you don’t hear him. You hum, leaning closer and he repeats it. “You’d be… a good mom.”
Not knowing what to do with that information, you just pat his back until he falls asleep, cheek against the toilet seat.
“Woah, the sexual tension in this garage is off the charts,” Taehyung blurts from behind you, and you smack your clipboard against his chest. “Oof,” he grunts, rubbing his chest like it actually hurt. “You doing finances for him again?” He asks and you nod.
In an ideal world, Taehyung would leave upon finding out you’re busy. In this world, he simply leans into your personal space, nearly knocking you into an empty tool cart. “Oooh, an extensive list of all the money Jungkook’s stupidly blown this month. How much did he spend on neon signs this time?”
You relent, showing him the shop’s finances. Anywhere else, revealing a business’s finances without the consent of the owner would be a federal crime. Here, it’s the equivalent of showing Taehyung Jungkook’s browser history. “He spent how much on window tint?!”
“A lot,” you say.
There’s a whistle from across the garage, the shop’s resident country bumpkin Park Jimin standing at the huge garage doors with his hand on his hip. “No fraternizing, please.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes. “Boooo,” he shouts, peels himself away from you to flick an impolite finger Jimin’s way. “He’s just jealous,” he tells you, and you frown.
“Of what?” You ask, and Taehyung nearly loses his shit.
“My precious ___,” he sighs, leans his forehead on your shoulder. “So beautiful and smart, yet so slow.” You flick the side of his forehead just as Jungkook strolls by and, seeing your attack, slaps the back of Taehyung’s neck. “Why do you guys hate me!” Taehyung exclaims, jumping at least five feet away from you and Jungkook’s giggling forms.
“How’s it going?” Jungkook asks you, completely ignoring Taehyung’s soulful cries as he glances over your shoulder at the clipboard. You tilt it his way, but he stands close anyway, until you can feel his breath huffing against the back of your neck.
“Okay, but you’re spending a lot of money stockpiling on things that haven’t shown signs of running out yet,” you explain, pointing at the window tint that had astonished Taehyung only a moment ago.
Jungkook grimaces, pink tongue swiping across his lip as he looks at the total amount he’s spent the last three months. “Well, it’s a good thing I have my accountant,” he grins, throwing an arm over your shoulder.
“Not your accountant,” you correct, “just a friend who doesn’t wanna see you run your business to the ground from overspending.”
Jungkook waves you off, and Taehyung tries to sneak into the receptionist office behind you, but Jungkook catches him with his free hand. “This is the life,” he sighs, wistfully gazing over the garage floor. It reeks of motor oil and car paint.
“Count me out,” Taehyung snorts, voicing your disinterest toward such greasy and smelly work. He tries to wiggle out of Jungkook’s hold, but the muscle bunny only straps an arm around his neck, until Taehyung’s squirming and clawing for air against the red sleeve of his jumpsuit.
“My own successful business, a shitload of sexy cars, and of course,” he pauses, squeezes the two of you tighter until you’re both groaning. “My two best friends.” The sap has the gall to peck the top of your heads, and that seems to be the final straw for Taehyung who rips himself away.
“Have this lovefest somewhere else, man,” Taehyung says, flattening his rumpled clothing down. “You’re really putting a nail in my reputation around here.”
Jungkook cackles, mindlessly goes to wrap himself around you from behind. “Your reputation has been trash since that scream you let out the other day,” he informs him, swaying the two of you back and forth. Your heart thunders in your chest, and you just barely manage to avoid Taehyung’s pointed stare.
“Whatever, I’m outta here.” With Taehyung peaced out, you’re left in Jungkook’s arms, gazing over his business like two old lovers. It makes your chest tight, so you quickly go to shake him off.
“We’re okay?” Jungkook murmurs, so soft you almost don’t hear. He’s got his hand wrapped around your wrist, thumb massaging over the bone there like he’s afraid you’ll bolt the second he lets you go.
You nod, tuck the clipboard to your side. “Why wouldn’t we be?”
Those sad puppy eyes, pouty lips turned southward. You want to wipe that look off his face. He sighs, glances at where your skin meets and gives it a squeeze. “I’ve been an ass lately,” he settles on saying. “Said some mean things and ruined your bathroom rug—I’m sorry.”
You don’t know what to say.
Jungkook takes your silence as understanding, reaching down to hold both your hands in his slightly dirty ones. “It won’t happen again. I’d rather lose a million friends than lose you,” he confesses, and something about it feels too real, too raw. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”
You nod, the constricting feeling in your throat only tightening when he smiles at you, those gentle eyes and plush lips for only you to see. You want to kiss him, swallow him whole. Right here on the garage floor so everyone knows he’s yours.
But you can’t because he’s not.
You settle on swinging your arms between you. “Just don’t do anything stupid,” you warn him, narrowing your eyes playfully. There’s a heavy feeling in your heart, something akin to anguish, but you could never voice it out loud.
“I won’t,” Jungkook promises.
Jungkook visits again on a weekday, and you nearly send him straight home when he brandishes another bottle of wine in your face. “It’s nonalcoholic!” He exclaims before you can shut the door on him, foot lodged against the frame. You give in.
“To what do I owe the pleasure?” You ask, curling up on the couch in just your shorts and huge t-shirt. Jungkook pops the bottle open, pouring the wine into two limited edition Shrek 2 cups you pulled out from the depths of your cabinet.
“Can’t hang with my bestie?” He throws back at you, snatching the remote from your hands before you can click on another episode of that dumb housewives show. You end up watching National Geographic, some documentary about the role of bioluminescent shrimp in the sea.
“Aw look, they’re kissing,” he cooes at a pair of seahorses that wander across the screen halfway through a shot of some school of shrimp. “How romantic.”
“Wonder what that’s like,” you comment, not thinking too much on the meaning behind your words until you can feel Jungkook’s stare pierce your cranium. “What?”
“You’ve never been kissed?” He blurts, and you choke on your wine.
“You were my first kiss,” you remind him, flush at the memory of the two of you sitting criss-cross applesauce on his bed, knees knocking in what was probably the worst first kiss in the history of first kisses.
Jungkook blinks. “Oh yeah,” he laughs. “With the Tony Hawk poster behind my bed, right?”
“The one and only.”
Jungkook hums, and the two of you melt back into the silence. Nice aquatic sounds fill the room, the camera panning over more colorful fish that Jungkook oohs at appreciatively. You don’t really pay attention, more interested in the way the wine swirls in your cup and the way you can feel Jungkook’s thigh pressed against your knee, like when you were thirteen and trying something new.
You know it doesn’t mean a lot to him. Just another silly childhood memory of you. Not like you have hundreds, thousands of them with each other. By the way he’d blurted the question, you doubt he even remembered it most days. But you did.
It plagued your mind all the time, the soft feel of his mouth and the trembling hand that had held yours. You wonder if he kisses the same still, lips gently puckered. He’s had years to learn, half a decade to get creative with Sojin, and the past four years of being a bachelor to explore more.
You’ve kissed too, plenty of guys who had no meaning and ones you thought would replace him. But it’d been a long time since you’ve let anyone into your bed, more content to please yourself without the overbearing weight of feelings and emotions to wrap around your throat.
Jungkook coughs, and you shake yourself from your thoughts.
He’s looking at you inquisitively, like he can’t get his usual read on you and would rather just ask what’s wrong. “You don’t,” a pause, “hang out with guys?”
It’s devastatingly cute, the way he asks if you’re fucking, and you want to pinch his cheeks. Instead you shake your head, try to hide the grin on your face from his inquisitive expression. “Just you and Taehyung,” you admit.
Jungkook nods. “Do you and Tae…?”
You shake your head furiously. “No! God no, we don’t do anything like that,” you clarify, the thought of Taehyung in your bed enough to make you want to gag.
Jungkook says nothing, just turns back to the documentary to watch more Nemos and Dorys flit across the screen. You polish off your cup of wine, leaning forward to settle it back on the coffee table. As you settle back into the couch cushions, Jungkook speaks again. “So you take care of yourself?”
You freeze.
“Yeah,” you admit after one complete meltdown in your head. Where was this coming from? Why did he want to know? You and Jungkook were close, but you never did this. You never divulged the details of your sex life, never bragged about who you slept with or how many there were. What was going on?
Jungkook doesn’t say anything after that, just turns his attention back to the tv screen, where you’re almost certain the sea horses from before are fucking. Not that you know what it looks like, but you hope at least someone in this room was enjoying themselves and not drowning in the mortification of having their life long crush ask them if they masturbate.
“So, do you use your hands or a toy?”
You choke, slap your chest to ease the pounding of your heart at Jungkook asking such a question. “E-Excuse me?” You ask, scandalized that Jungkook, your sweet and caring childhood friend turned Fabio, could ask you such a bold question about your personal affairs.
“What?” Jungkook says, like he truly doesn’t see the inappropriateness of the situation. He even raises his eyebrows at you, as if urging you to answer the question.
You sigh, fight the flush of your cheeks and stare idly at the cups on the table. “A toy. Hands don’t feel good,” you curtly reply, crossing your arms over your chest and straightening your legs off the couch, hoping that’s the end of his curiosity. This was enough to fuel your 3am anxiety meltdowns for the next five years.
Jungkook nods, and you can feel his penetrating gaze on the side of your face again. A great white shark swims across the screen. Jungkook strikes. “My hands feel good.”
“Jungkook!” You exclaim in horror (and excitement, but you’ll pretend it wasn’t there). “What has gotten into you?”
“What!” Jungkook defends, Bambi eyes looking at you like you’re the unreasonable one here. “We’re having a civil conversation in which I’m trying to open up your worldview.”
You’re flabbergasted. “This is not a civil conversation, what are you even talking about?” You scold, tug your arms around yourself like it’ll actually protect you from the words that don’t seem to be filtering out of his mouth properly. “Why are you so concerned about that?” You interrogate, hope your forceful tone will scare him away.
It doesn’t. Jungkook shrugs, some noncommittal i dont know sound. “I can’t be interested in what you get up to? What my best friend gets up to?” It’s the obvious emphasis on best friend that makes you step down.
“No,” you sigh, rub a hand down your face. “You can be interested,” you tell him gingerly. “We just never really… talked about... those kinds of things,” you rush out, turn away from him as the narrator on screen dives into the intricacies of bioluminescent shrimp in the animal food chain.
As if sensing your discomfort, Jungkook softens, scooting closer to you. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs, too close and too warm. “I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable,” he says, places a palm on your knee.
“I’m not!” You rush to assure him, facing him head on again. His eyes are big and implorative still, and you wonder why he became stuck on that of all things today. “It just surprised me.”
His lips quirk to the side, an unsure grin that has you leaning into his shoulder. You sit in silence, the rise and fall of his body with every breath lulling you into a sense of comfort.
A false one that Jungkook zeroes in on.
The documentary’s wrapping up, soothing ocean sounds and wind instruments playing as the credits roll across the screen, when the hand that had been laying so comfortably on your thigh inches up. At first, you don’t notice it, writing it off as Jungkook just shifting around. You tell yourself it’s just that, until his pinky makes contact with the end of your shorts.
Slowly, you turn towards him, catch his mocha irises lustfully lidded as he toys with the hem. “Kook?” You murmur, so soft, barely there.
“Hm?” He replies, continuing to play with the edge of your shorts, until he gets brave and his fingers slip beneath, index finger just barely grazing the panties underneath. You gasp. “This okay?”
Stuck between your arousal and your common sense, you flounder for a response. He’s so close, and smells so good, curls brushing against your temple the closer he gets. You want him so bad, want him to find his place between your thighs and put those pouty lips to use. But you know it’ll make things different, change whatever it is you’ve had for the past almost thirty years, and you’ll never bounce back. Another brush against your panties, pointer finger wiggling it’s way beneath the fabric, and you’re choking out a “yes.”
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and something in your core tingles at the name, thighs clenching together. “Uh uh,” he chides, nudges them open. “Stay still for me,” he commands, and you do, for all of ten seconds, but then he’s pressing his finger on your clit, panties and shorts muting the sensation. Still, it makes you squirm, fingers clutching the couch cushion beneath you as you struggle to keep them open. “Too much?” He asks, and you shake your head no.
“I-It’s fine,” you whisper, and Jungkook smiles.
He pets you, almost wondrously, for a few beats, watches the way the muscles in your thighs twitch with every press against your mound. Eventually, he decides it’s enough. “Hands don’t feel good for you?” He inquires, your words from earlier obviously having left their mark on him. Slowly, you shake your head. He glances down at the fist you have on the couch, composed features sliding up your face. “Well, yours are so small, princess. Of course they don’t feel good.”
He manhandles you around, tugs you onto the couch until you’re laying down, legs sprawled on either side of him. Pleased with the arrangement, Jungkook glances back down to your bottoms. “These have to go,” he tells you, hooks his fingers in the waistband and abruptly yanks down, leaving you just in your t-shirt.
You go to shy away, but Jungkook stops you, palms resting on the insides of your thighs, thumbs pressing into the skin soothingly. “My fingers are long, see?” He says, raising a hand to wiggle his fingers at you. You nod, heartbeat thundering in your ears. “They’ll feel nice inside.”
You know they will.
You can tell he knows his way around a woman’s body just from the way his hands glide over yours, carefully like he’s mapping you out. Ever so slowly, one hand grows closer, until his thumb is gently circling your clit, and you inhale sharply.
“So wet,” Jungkook hums, his other hand traveling further down, until he’s spreading your pussy lips with two fingers, trailing them through the arousal that gathers there.
You’ve never been so attentively cared for, never had a man zero in on your cunt like it was his first meal in ages. Jungkook’s eyes are clouded with lust, tongue peeking out from between his lips as he watches your pussy lips flutter at his touch.
He swirls his hand over your clit, pressing down. The first sound escapes you, a soft whimper that has you clamping your hand over your mouth in embarrassment. Jungkook grins down at you, shifts closer to press a kiss to the knuckles over your mouth.“Don’t hide from me,” he purrs, pulling away and pressing a kiss to your neck.
You cry out when he gets back to it, massaging your pussy with gentle hands and a thumb against your clit to placate you. “Jungkook,” you choke out, and he beams at his name, takes it as a sign to finally slip two fingers inside. “A-ah,” you whine, arching beneath him.
He basks in your noises, leans close again to press a kiss beneath your ear, against your jaw. “This okay?” He murmurs, curling the fingers inside of you. You mewl, throwing your arms around him as he begins working you open. “How does it feel, baby?”
“G-good,” you pant, turn your head until you can bury your nose in his hair, drown even more in his all-consuming aura.
Another kiss to your neck, before he’s suctioning his lips right below your ear, nipping and sucking at the skin to brand you his. “You like my hands?” He husks, and the patch of saliva he leaves on your neck feels cold without his mouth there. You nod, and Jungkook rewards you with a soft smooch over the hickey he’s left.
His fingers inside you curl and scissor, brush against every inch of your walls until you’re quivering beneath him, gasping his name out. You could melt if his fingers weren’t holding you together. “So tight,” he groans, curling his fingers. The movement touches upon something sensitive within you, and you moan his name loudly.
“O-Oh,” you pant, wiggling beneath him as you try to feel that again. Jungkook lets you, watches you desperately rut into his hands. He drifts away, lets his tongue mouth over your breasts, licking until there’s a damp spot on your t-shirt, the flimsy house bra you’d worn and the t-shirt combined not enough to hide your pebbled nipples.
The drag of his hands against your pussy isn’t enough, the motions not quick enough. Jungkook glances at your twisted features, your quivering pussy, and then, ever so gently, ducks over you, puckered lips letting one, long glob of saliva touch down on your pussy, trickling around his knuckles.
“Fuck,” you choke, watch his tongue swipe over his lip to break the thin bridge that connects you too. Suddenly, everything is smoother, the combined lubrication of your arousal and his spit making the glide of his fingers sinfully slick.
Frantic for release, you lose yourself in him, ready to free fall into your pleasure so long as Jungkook is there to catch you. “That’s it,” he encourages, picks up the pace of his fingers inside you. “Come on, beautiful, let me see that gorgeous face of yours when you come.”
“K-Kook,” you sob, and he smiles against your neck. His fingers work fast, until your muscles are all pulled tight, waiting for that final push to unravel. You make the mistake of glancing down, only to be caught by that pearly smile and adoring gaze. You’re in heaven, you know you are.
There’s no other explanation for this—the way Jungkook holds you like you’re his, hands so gently caressing your most intimate parts. You’re almost convinced you’re having a fever dream, a sick, too realistic dream, but then Jungkook’s biting down on your shoulder through your t-shirt, subtly rutting against your thigh.
“Cum for me,” he purrs against your neck, and you do, sobbing as your orgasm rolls over you, the heavy weight of his cock against your thigh. “Jungkook,” you cry, so pitifully, it has him lunging forward, a kiss pressed to the corner of your mouth.
You feel sweaty and gross, unbelievably tired from the gentle way he opened you up. Blindly, you reach down, feel the hardness of his cock beneath his sweatpants, but Jungkook nudges you away. You huff. “Let me,” you whimper, reach for him again even though you can see the slowness in your movement. “Need your cock in my mouth,” you drawl, almost sleepily. 
“Shh,” he soothes, lips pressed against your neck, where he’s still licking and sucking over every inch of you. You whine. “You don’t have to do a thing, gorgeous,” he assures you, “just wanted to make you feel good.”
Work gets stressful shortly after. There’s a new batch of interns coming in this season, new faces who will mess up your coffee orders and jam the printers for a good few weeks. There’s normally a team of employees who train them, a mix of relatively older people from different departments who show them around; a girl in the finance department, the one who usually trains them, is on maternity leave. With no one else to fall back on, the head of the department pushes the duties off on you, claiming your flexibility and work ethic make you the perfect candidate for such a role.
Normally you’d thrive at the praise, eat up every single word like it sustained you. In a way, it did. It was nice to be appreciated and recognized for your hard work, to be thought of so highly, especially in a male-dominated company. However, this time, you know it’s out of convenience that the head kisses up to you, and you end up begrudgingly taking the role.
The gaps in your schedule you’d normally spend relaxing or catching up on other projects are filled with bumbling interns, calling for help every chance they get. It’s like they’ve never done anything on their own, this group, always asking you the correct way to do this, the right way to do that. You haven’t mentored interns in a while, so you spend the first day breezing over old powerpoints and print outs you made years ago. You remember why you’re not fit for mentoring when one of them asks you how to navigate Excel. You nearly rip their head off.
There’s so much going on, you barely get time to see Jungkook, let alone text him. You saw him once the morning after, stack of pancakes on your kitchen table as he rushed you off to work. The shop didn’t open for another hour. He was sweet, kissed your forehead as you left, but he’s always done that. You didn’t have time to talk about whatever the night before was, or what that made the two of you now.
On Friday night, one week into your nightmarish role, you pull into the shop. You'd like to convince yourself it was routine, visiting the shop, but that’s a lie. You desperately miss Jungkook. 
 Most of the garage doors that are usually pulled open during the day are shut, save for one. The last of Jungkook’s employees are leaving, bidding you adieu as you step out of your car. Park Jimin is there, repairing some rickety car in the back corner.
“Boo,” you call playfully, and Jimin doesn’t flinch, merely pulls his head from out of the hood to flash you an easygoing smile.
He whistles at the sight of you. “You look like you’ve been through one of helluva week,” he says, and you, despite your strong personality, feel yourself blush at his comment. Jeez, did you look that bad? Jimin doesn’t elaborate, just pulls out a stool for you to sit on beside where he’s working. “Penny for your thoughts?”
You glance at the plexiglass, the offices hiding down the hall. Jungkook could wait, you presume, settling down beside him. Your skirt tugs up as you settle onto the pleather seat, so you cover your legs meekly with your purse. “Work’s been crazy,” you explain, and Jimin laughs at the obvious.
“You’re telling me,” He hums, and you roll your eyes playfully. “What’s going on at work?”
What hasn’t been going on, you think to yourself, before launching into a full retelling of your new horrendous position, of all the interns with their clueless eyes and useless notebooks. Jimin chuckles, indulges you in a few comments here and there that only fuel you on. He’s just about done with whatever he’s doing to the car at the same time your story wraps up, explaining how you found yourself here, desperate for Jungkook to whisk you off to that arcade you loved as kids. “Jungkook?” He asks, and you nod. “He left a while ago.”
You freeze. “Huh?” You say, dumbly. You almost want to laugh at your own impulsiveness, for showing up without sending him a text or a warning to let him know you were coming. You almost do laugh, but then you remember you and Jungkook never did that anyway. Hell, he showed up at your house a few weeks ago unannounced and drunk. The two of you were hardly the type to plan ahead, so it was weird for him to not be here. He’s been at the shop almost every night since it’s opened, the days he’s not usually a holiday.
“Jimin…” you begin, glancing at the receptionist window once more. “Where’s Jungkook?”
Jimin shuts his tool box, kicking a cart off to the side. “He left with that lady,” he tells you, doesn’t hear the way your heart rips straight out of your chest. No way. “Tall, pretty. Had that nice Corvette he fixed up a while ago.”
“Sojin,” you mumble, and Jimin nods.
“Think that was her name.” As if sensing your tumultuous thoughts, he steps closer, one hand reaching out to steady you. “You alright?”
“God,” you exhale, pushing yourself away from Jimin and the garage and the window. The stool rolls away, almost hits the side of another car but Jimin catches it. He rushes over towards you, watching you wobble in your heels.
“Honey,” Jimin says, steady and warm beside you. “Sit down for me, yeah?” He guides you to a row of seats against the wall, nailed into the floor so you can’t push them away and make even more of a mess. Not that that’s your concern, your mind and heart too preoccupied with thoughts of Jungkook lying to you, going out with that woman again, despite your obvious hatred for her and his promise to you.
Jimin disappears, rushes over to the other side of the garage before returning with a water bottle for you. He cracks it open, presses it into your hands, and then against your lips when you don’t move. “Drink,” he encourages, watching you with worried eyes that only grow more and more concerned the deeper you fall into your thoughts.
You want to cry and beat Jungkook up at the same time. You want to scream at him for lying to you after treating you so nicely, holding you so warmly. Instead, you gasp for breath, clutching your face in your hands like it’s the only thing that grounds you.
There’s a beep outside, chirpy and cute in the way only older models are, and you whip your head up, the headlights of the Corvette painting you in shades of yellow as it rolls to a stop, the tears you hadn’t felt glistening under the light.
Jungkook flings himself out of the driver’s seat, and a sob catches in your throat when Sojin steps out of the passenger seat. Jungkook shoves everything in his path to the side, carts flying into the few automobiles on the floor, tools clanging loudly onto the cement, and just as those arms you love so much are reaching out for you, there’s a hand on his chest stopping him.
“What did you do to her?” Jungkook snarls, pushing Jimin roughly to the side. Jimin, smaller but not weaker, holds his ground, clutching Jungkook by the material of his jumpsuit a second time. “Let— go!” Jungkook shouts, finally worming away from his employee.
He nearly trips before you, stumbling to his knees as he takes your quivering hands in his. “What’s wrong,” he asks, throwing a nasty glare back at Jimin who watches silently from the side. Sojin is still by her car, leaning across the driver’s side now. “What did he do, what did he say?”
You shake your head, dropping your head to tuck your chin against your chest. You hate this. Hate letting him or Jimin or Sojin see you cry. It’s not the person you are, not the self-made woman you claim to be as you cry over the same man who is unknowingly defending you from himself.
“Let go,” you whisper, hoarse and choked. You shake your arms, but he doesn’t let up.
“Tell me what's wrong,” Jungkook pleads, inching closer to you. His breath is warm and he smells like oil, just like he always does. He also smells sweet and floral in a way only a woman could. He smells like Sojin.
You sob, rip your hands away from and scurry blindly towards Jimin, who catches you in his arms despite the shock that paints his face.
Jungkook watches with an expression of hurt, watches you snuggle into the arms of another man over an issue you won’t tell him about. Jimin says nothing, just rubs his palm over your back. He gestures towards the red corvette, the woman standing by it and Jungkook takes the hint.
You hear the kitten-like purr as it pulls off, the silence that follows afterwards. You don’t know where Jungkook is, if he’s here or if he left with her, and you don’t want to. “Tell me he’s gone,” you beg Jimin, quiet gasps against his neck.
He nods, slowly lets you untangle yourself from his arms as the two of you stare over the empty garage. The Corvette is gone, and so is Jungkook. Before Jimin can tell you where he is, you’re wiping a hand over your face, embarrassed at the moisture it comes back with. 
“I take it he’s not supposed to be with her?” Jimin tries to joke. 
Neither of you laugh. 
You sniffle, process what just happened, how you acted. You’ve never felt that way before, never experienced such brutal heartbreak. 
You don’t know what you expected from Jungkook. In your heart, you convinced yourself what happened in your apartment was the start of something new between the two of you, a natural result of your long friendship. Realistically, you know you should’ve waited until the two of you spoke, discussed whatever happens next. But you’d spent the past week comforted by the fact you’d finally gotten to experience something like that with him, daydreaming about him every chance you got. 
Somewhere in your mind, you had convinced yourself your involvement with him would finally be what broke his connection with Sojin, the final nail that would make him forget about her. It’s painfully funny how such wasn’t the case. 
Jimin breaks you out of your thoughts. “You okay to drive home?” He gently inquires, and you turn your gaze over toward your car. 
Did you trust yourself to make it home without shedding a single tear? Absolutely not. But between Sojin and Jimin, you had let enough strangers see you fall apart over a man tonight. 
“Perfectly okay,” you tell him. 
The interns pick up on your sour attitude the week that follows. They don’t ask dumb questions, and don’t mess up your order. You talk them through a presentation, show them how to properly organize finance charts. There’s a slide that has clip art, a goofy dollar sign with a smile and shoes. Jungkook put it there when you first made the PowerPoint. After the little lesson, you go to the bathroom and try not to cry.
A week later, and the interns don’t need you anymore. They do well, and your boss praises you for being such a good mentor. You thank him and he lets you go home early.
Home is empty. Jungkook doesn’t show up unannounced, mostly because you’ve changed the number lock on the door. You want to eat salad today, for some reason, but don’t have any of the ingredients for it, so you walk to the supermarket a few blocks away.
The supermarket feels the same as it always does at night. That ghostly feeling of being watched in an empty aisle, the scratchy tune of whatever Top 50 radio station they settled on today. You get there and decide you don’t want salad anymore, so you buy ingredients for a stew instead, all of which you probably had at home.
When you step outside, the air around your bare thighs is cold. Summer was ending, which meant Jungkook’s birthday was coming up. You ball the receipt in your hand and fling it at the trash. You miss, so you hobble over to pick it up.
The trash is beside a red Corvette with two racing stripes.
“Hey,” Sojin says, arms crossed over her chest as she walks up behind you, sizing up your crouched form beside her car. “What’re you doing to my car?”
You breathe in, shake the crumpled up receipt at her, before stuffing it in the garbage. She says nothing as you stalk by her, and you’re back on the main road when she pulls up next to you, window rolled down to speak to you. “Get in,” she gestures, “it’s gonna rain.”
“No,” you say, and a fat raindrop falls right on your nose.
The door unlocks and you climb in, plastic bags crowded by your feet.
The drive is silent. You only live a few minutes from the store, and you point out an empty spot by the sidewalk for her to pull up to. A dry thanks is on the tip of your tongue, but you never get to say it.
“My dad has cancer,” Sojin says.
“That sucks,” you respond, feel bad right away and say, “I’m sorry.”
Sojin doesn’t seem bothered by it, shifting the Corvette out of drive and cutting the engine. “He’s probably not gonna see Christmas,” she adds, and you don’t know what to say. You don’t care about her or her crazy father.  “I wanted to do something nice for him before he, y’know.”
“Died,” you fill, and at that she glares.
“Yeah,” she huffs. “Before he died. So I fixed up his car. But the place I took it to didn’t know how to fix an engine so old, and ended up fucking it up even more.” You nod, she continues. “Then I bumped into Jungkook and—“
“Took advantage of his kindness,” you finish, remembering the twinkle in his eyes when he’d told you about their encounter, that day in the empty garage that seemed lightyears away. “Well congrats. Hope your dad liked it,” you sigh, push open the door and get soaked to the bone immediately.
“Wait!” Sojin calls, hopping out after you. She’s still as beautiful as she was when you were seventeen, even with rain soaking her entire being. “I didn’t ask him to repaint it, but that’s what my dad loved the most.”
You want to go inside, make your stew, and cry in it.
Sojin doesn’t seem bothered by the bangs that stick to her forehead or the water that washes down her spine. “When I told him Jungkook did it… he wanted to see him. Apologize and stuff.”
You snort. “Apologize,” you repeat, tightening your grip on your shoppings bags. “For what, Sojin? For almost killing him with this car or for treating him like shit for five years?” She says nothing, stares at the hood of the car like she doesn’t know what you’re talking about. “He was crazy for you, you know that? He would have done anything for you and not once did you stand up to your dad for him. You let that man call him worthless, stupid, a waste of space. And for what? For you to break up with him for some rich asshole who would never treat you half as good as Jungkook did?” You sneer.
The rain feels cold and your groceries feel heavier, so you whirl on your heel and make for your building entrance.
“He never liked me,” Sojin calls out, and you wonder if she even heard the second half of your emotional outburst. You turn to face her with fire in your eyes, and are only a little surprised at the sadness that paints hers. “He never liked me the way he said he did.” You could knock her teeth out.
“You’re stupid,” you spit, and she rounds the car at an insane speed until she’s glaring down at you over her perfectly sculpted nose.
“He never liked me,” Sojin repeats angrily. “He was always busy looking at you—for approval, for attention, I don’t fucking know. He would hold me and touch me but it never felt real. It always felt like practice for him…” she sniffles and your breath hitches in your throat. “We dated all through college,” she says like you don’t know, like you didn’t stress about it for years. “Everyday closer to graduation felt like a ticking bomb. Like he was just waiting for you to come back. To come home.”
You remember it.
The excited texts he’d send you everyday, the plans he made for you. Jungkook was more excited than your parents about you coming home. The five hours had done a number on him, and after four years all he wanted was to have you close again. You remember the hug in his driveway, the way his mom had told you he’d waited all day for you. It’s weird hearing it from Sojin.
Too overwhelmed, you decide to deflect. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” you murmur, and you’re surprised she hears it over the pouring rain.
A loud scoff. “You’re stupid,” she repeats back, jabbing a finger at your chest. You glare, and so does she. Like two animals in a cage you size each other up. “You’re stupid and ugly and I hate you,” she spits, and you drop your shopping bags to lunge at her.
You don’t swing, just grab her by the shirt and move to slam her against the wall, but she’s tall and a little strong, bony fingers wrapping around your wrists like spiders. “Why can’t you see how much he likes you?” She screams, like it hurts to admit it. “He’s been in love with you since forever, and all you’ve ever done is run away!”
“I never—“ you gasp, pushing her away from you. Sojin stumbles, but she doesn’t fall. “I’ve never run away,” you defend, heart beating in your chest too fast to be normal. “Some of us have careers and lives we want to live—I don’t want to depend on a man for the rest of my life!”
She growls, tugs at her wet hair like you’re giving her a headache. Stomping up to you once more, she pushes you hard with both hands, and you barely catch yourself in time. “He would have followed you to that fucking fancy school, but you told him it was better to save money here! Told him to not waste his time and just settle there! You did this to us—to all of us!”
You choke. Lightning flashes behind her, and for a moment all you can see is your gentle prodding, sitting behind him as he filled out applications, big wannabe business brain telling him the easiest way to save money for his auto shop was by going straight into technical school. The small frown on his face that day you’d packed for college, and the way he’d stood in your parent’s driveway until you couldn’t see him anymore, a little spec in your rearview mirror.
Sojin, sensing she’s made her point, says nothing. She scoops up your fallen grocery bags and shoves them into your trembling hands, stomping back to her car and pulling off with a roar, loud and ferocious, and nothing like a kitten.
The groceries in your bag end up in the trash.
Taehyung invites you to lunch one day, and you go. You’re starving and desperate to get away from work, where you’re paranoid everyone knows there’s something wrong with you. You meet up at a cute little bistro, and he smiles and hugs you when you arrive. You sit in comfort for all of two seconds before he jumps into his interrogation.
“What’s going on with you and Kook?” He asks, casually flipping through the menu. Your hand stills around your glass of water, and you eventually set it down without ever taking a drink. Your mind instinctively maps out a lie, but Taehyung has known you a while now, knows the quirk of your lips when you’re about to lie your ass off. “Don’t lie to me. I haven’t seen you at the shop in almost a month. And he doesn’t go out,” he mentions. “I think he spent four nights at the shop before I made him go home.”
You deflate.
Too embarrassed to explain, you flip through your own menu, and when the waitress comes you order the first words your eyes focus on. Taehyung doesn’t push you, just patiently gazes out over the bustling street.
Finally, you break. “We… did a thing.”
“Uh huh,” he nods, reading some ad on the side of a bus that passes by. “Need you to elaborate, babe.”
You squirm. “We… fooled around,” you say for lack of more appropriate wording. There’s a family sitting beside you, and you’d rather die than let some nooby pre-teen listen to the details of yours and Jungkook’s night.
“You fucked?” You choke, make a loud sputtering noise like it’ll drown out Taehyung’s voice to the other patrons. “What’s wrong with that? We all knew it’d happen sooner or later,” he shrugs.
“No,” you seethe. “We didn—I didn’t.” Taehyung rolls his eyes, the same way Sojin did that day on the sidewalk. You almost throw your glass of water at him. “We…” you sigh. “We did a thing, and then the week after he went out with Sojin.”
Taehyung scowls at the mere mention of her, so the glass of water is returned to its coaster. “Really? He went out with her right away? He’s cancelled.”
You nod, rubbing your hands over your face. “He… her dad has cancer and is literally on his deathbed so she wanted to fix up his car for memories sake, which he loved, so he wanted to apologize to Kook and thank him for fixing up his car,” you rush out, and now Taehyung chokes, water spewing out of his nose. You shriek, drawing everyone’s attention as you pat down your soaked blouse. “Tae!”
“I’m sorry,” he cries, wiping at the sting in his nose. “He-she, what?!” You ignore him, focus on battling the damp spot on your blazer. “God, that’s crazy,” Taehyung snorts, winces at the feeling in his nose.
After the two of you have settled, the manager kicks you out for your inappropriate conversations and childish behavior. You leave with your tails tucked between your legs. Taehyung holds your hand as he walks you back to your workplace, you quietly fill him in on all the other details surrounding yours and Jungkook’s fallout, from your breakdown in the garage to your weirdly dramatic confrontation with Sojin. “Well,” he claps, slamming a hand down on the traffic light button, even though both of you know it doesn’t work. “That explains a lot of things.”
“Yeah,” you agree, pushing down the crosswalk when the light finally changes of its own accord. “Do you,” you pause, feet glued to the sidewalk. “Do you think she was right?”
Taehyung glances back at you, so small and unsure in the midst of a bustling crowd. He smiles, sweet and soft. Rare coming from him. His free hand ruffles the top of your head, and he brings you into his chest. “Babe, the hottest guy in your grade was intimidated by scrawny, pre-muscle bunny Jungkook. I’m pretty sure he feels some type of way towards you.”
Your lip wobbles dangerously, and you bite down on it to stop. Taehyung pats your head, barks at some old guy when he yells at the two of you for standing in the middle of the sidewalk.
When you’re outside your office, you speak again. “You were not the hottest guy in our grade, by the way.”
Taehyung snorts. “I totally was.”
You hideout for the rest of the week.
On Friday night, you finally have the balls to show yourself again, and you hop on the highway leading out of the city before you can overthink it. The buildings slowly melt away, replaced with cozier homes, tinier shops, and by the time you’re pulling up the street, you’re deep in doubt again.
It’s not that late yet, only a little past sunset, but the garage doors, usually open to the street, are all shut. You frown, pull around the block, reverse into a spot across the street. Locking your car, a gust of wind nearly trips you as you cross the street. The front office is dark, metal shutters pulled over the entrance.
Eventually, you stumble around until you find the tiny backdoor squeezed beside some dumpsters, grateful for the key Jungkook had given you so long ago.
Just as Taehyung predicted, a pair of red jumpsuit clad feet stick out from beneath a car. A nice car, an even older Corvette than Sojin’s dad’s, still shiny despite the model it is. It looks like a show car with the way it glints at you, black paint almost glossy. The only light in the entire garage is a lamp, positioned over the area where the legs are working, and a flashlight that occasionally beams at you when the holder loses his grip. No music today, just the hum of a rotating fan. You creep over.
Jungkook’s humming a song when you get to him, foot tapping idly on the ground. You suck in a deep breath and nudge his foot with the tip of your heel. You have exactly two seconds to jump away when he abruptly rolls out from beneath the car, concentrated features scanning quickly around until they land on you.
The garage is still, until Jungkook jumps into action. “___,” he stammers, stumbling to his feet. The rolling board drifts away, bumping into the corner of the metal table beside you. “Hi, um,” he flounders, brushing his fingers through his hair, palms wiping over the front of his pants. Finally, “hi.”
The bad bitch Chanel skirt-suit you’d worn today fails you for the first time in a long time. Your hands feel sweaty, so you clutch them behind your back. “Hi, Jungkook,” you exhale, and all the emotions you’d swallowed for so long, the feelings that tightened around your chest and throat like boa constrictors, come oozing out, until all you can see is his puckered mouth and twinkling gaze.
He coughs, tries to casually lean against the car, but greatly miscalculates the distance. “What, um, what brings you here?” He asks, foot tapping nervously against the ground.
There’s a box of takeout on the floor he tries to subtly kick beneath the car, and a plastic bottle of soda that makes a loud noise when he tries that too. You twist your lips, watching the anxious shuffling of his feet. You breeze over his question, plaster a tight smile into your face, and ask your own question; “how long have you been here?” Tentatively, you lower yourself onto a rolling stool. “It’s late,” you state the obvious.
Jungkook’s leg bounces, and he pats his hand over it nervously. “Um, an hour? Just working on something,” he answers, cheeks warm as his eyes flicker everywhere but you. “What brings you here?” He repeats, and you know you can’t deflect it this time.
Shrugging half heartedly, you wait for him to finally look at you. When he does, he almost looks away but the glint in your eye stops him from doing so. “We need to talk,” you finally say. Jungkook visibly deflates, lips pulling into a thin line. You contemplate letting him relieve his thoughts first, but you came here with a point to make, for questions that needed answering, and you’re scared one word from him will wash them all away.
“Listen,” you start, smoothing your hand over the edge of your skirt. “I know something weird happened between us, and then I kinda freaked out on you, but… I need you to tell me the truth.”
Jungkook doesn’t hesitate. “Always.”
You swallow, try to push back the frustration that builds in his throat. “Did you ever even like Sojin?”
Jungkook blinks. “Huh?” A snort. “You’re joking,” he snickers, wipes at faux tears in the corner of his eyes, before your unsmiling face registers and he’s schooling his features. “___, I did like her. I dated her for five years. How could I not like her?”He says seriously, like he can’t believe you would ever question such a thing. 
You exhale, pick at your fingernails. “I met her,” you admit, and Jungkook’s face twists in confusion. “At the supermarket last week. She said you never liked her.”
Jungkook rolls his eyes. “Of course she’ll think that—we’re exes. I doubt she remembers all our best memories,” he sighs, turning back to organize his tool cart like he’s done with this conversation.
Raising to your feet you call his name again, and he hums absentmindedly. “Sojin said you never liked her because you were always chasing after me,” you accuse, laying all your cards out on the table. Your claim startles him, and you watch as he jostles half the tool cart with his surprise.
“She, what?” He huffs, cheeks as red as his jumpsuit. He forces out a laugh, airy and tight like you’re starring in your elementary school play again and the nerves are eating him up. “I-I don’t know why she’d say that.”
He’s flustered, obviously so, as he scoops the metal tools back onto the cart, bumping into three other things before settling back down on the floor to roll under the car. He pushes himself under, and you sternly call out, “Jungkook.” He freezes.
You strut over, brush your hands behind your skirt as you crouch beside him. “Always,” you quietly remind him. Jungkook says nothing. For a moment, you wonder if you’ve grossly misread the situation, if this was just another one of her schemes to drive the two of you apart.
Slowly, Jungkook appears from under the car. There’s a new stain on his cheekbone, brown and slick. He sits up, wide eyes tracing over your features likes he’s trying to seal them in his memory. “Yeah,” he admits, lips twisting as he watches the surprise take your features, before he’s lolling his head back to stare at the ceiling, leaving you to stare at the column of his neck.
“I do,” Jungkook admits, pushing through his emotions. It’s hard for him to confess, you realize, watching the way his Adam’s apples contracts and his jaw twitches from having to say so. “I like you so much it hurts.”
His confession leaves you feeling weird. On one hand, you want nothing more than to spring yourself on him and kiss his face until the stray oil marks are gone and replaced with the outline of your lipstick prints. You want to smother him and hold him, let him know he’s yours, always has been.
On the other hand… it’s sad. Going on thirty years and never did the two of you guess your feelings for each other. You doubt either of you are good at hiding them, with the way everyone seems to have known except you two. Maybe you don’t know Jungkook as well as you thought you did. Maybe he doesn’t know you.
A hand touches your knee, and you return your attention to his downtrodden appearance, chin tucked against his chest. “Please,” he murmurs. “Say something.”
You say nothing.
Tentatively, you reach a hand out, run it along the side of his head, through his mane, chocolate waves touching his cheekbones. He almost looks like when you guys were kids, round eyes watching your every move. Your hand continues down the back of his head, cupping the nape of his neck comfortingly. Jungkook leans into the touch, even though his shoulders are tense. You soothe your fingers over the tight muscles in his neck.
“Since when?” You inquire.
Jungkook blinks, lets your palm trace along his jawline and cup his cheek. “Since you dated Taehyung when we were sixteen.”
Mentally, you curse every deity in existence for putting Kim Taehyung in your life. “God,” you groan, burrowing your hands in your palms. Jungkook, surprised by your reaction, rolls closer, moves around until you’re crouched between his long legs. “Since me and that pinhead dated for twenty minutes?” You repeat.
Jungkook shifts closer, rubs your back. “It was 65 hours, actually,” he corrects, and the exact duration of your relationship makes you cringe. “I… counted.”
Small and shy, almost embarrassed. You glance back up at him. “Why?” You prod, and Jungkook’s cheek flush, palm stilling.
“Uh,” he starts. “I was nervous? That you two were in it for the long run. And I, I don’t know. It was easier to just count,” he lamely finishes, and his dangly earring whips around with him when he avidly avoids your gaze.
You sigh, catch his hand in yours. “Tae and I would have never lasted,” you tell him, remembering all the times the guy made you pick him up from one night stands in the last few years. “He wasn’t who I wanted.”
His foot jumps, toe tapping against the wheel of the car next to you. He wants to ask, you know he does, but Jungkook was quite possibly the only other person on this planet who could overthink something more than you.
Deciding to ease his worries, you give his hand a squeeze. “It was you,” you confess, feel like an elephant lands straight on your chest. “It is you,” you correct.
His forehead knocks against yours, hard, and you hiss at the bump that probably forms. “What the fu—“
“Tell me it’s not temporary,” Jungkook pleads, eyes crinkled in worry. You’re going cross eyed from trying to look at him like this, so you flit your eyes off somewhere to the side. His hand is heavy in yours. “Tell me you’re not just doing this for closure, or because you want to see what it would have been like, please,” he begs, “that would be so fucked up, because I’m so in love with you I actually think I might die.”
The dramatic confession makes you painfully warm. You nod, your lower lip trembling at the way he looks at you, like you single-handedly controlled this entire world with a flick of your wrist. “I-I love you too,” you parrot back, the first time you’ve ever said it, the millionth time you’ve ever thought it.
Jungkook visibly relaxes, pulls away from you to drop his head on your shoulder instead. Your legs are starting to cramp from the tight crouching position, ankles wobbly in your heels. His hair smells good still, despite the hours he’s probably spent beneath a car, and you gingerly pat the back of his head.
“I love you,” he murmurs, and you repeat it. “I love you,” he says again, and you repeat it. “I lov—“
“Me, yes, I’ve heard,” you cut him off, smile at the snort he releases, and when he turns his head, his lips brush against your neck. You’re instantly thrown back a few weeks, to that night on the couch with the limited edition Shrek 2 cups and the wine; the gentle touches that left you trembling for weeks. You inhale quickly, grabbing him by the shoulders and pushing him away.
His eyes are too soft, face too relaxed as he stares at you. “My legs hurt,” you tell him, quickly getting up. You whirl around, facing the car and digging through your purse like you suddenly have something to do.
“Oh,” you gasp, watch two arms wind around your waist, the dirty red jumpsuit contrasting against the tweed material of your high-end Chanel jacket. Jungkook sighs lovingly by your ear, snuggles his face into your neck. “W-we should go out,” you blurt, nerves jumping when he squeezes tighter, burrows closer. “To celebrate!”
Jungkook hums. “Yeah?” His voice is too low. You’re in trouble. “Celebrate what?”
You squirm, breath catching in your throat when he presses you closer against the hood of the car. “Um,” you shakily exhale, hands splaying out over the sleek surface of the black hood to steady yourself. It’s so shiny you can almost see your reflection. “U-Us!” You finally manage to exclaim.
A kiss against the side of your neck, and your spirit just about exits your body. Your knees feel weak, and you're just about ready to throw another mediocre excuse his way, when something warm and wet traces up the column of your neck. “Kook!” You gasp.
“Shh,” he murmurs, deep voice instantly soothing over your nerves. His hips nudge against your behind, and you jump at the bulge that presses against your lower back. One hand unwraps from around you, gliding down your arm sensually until he’s trapping your fingers on the hood of the car with his own. A swift kiss against your ear. “You owe me, remember?”
You flush, remember the filthy promises your list-addled brain has spewed that night at your house, the almost erratic development of your thoughts as you became consumed in the thought of him. Reminisce on the prod of his fingers against your cunt, his hot breath against your ear.
Suddenly, Jungkook whirls you around, traps you with his gaze as two hands flutter to rest on the small of your back. He’s looking down at you with those lovesick eyes, hooded with lust as they trace over the dip of your Cupid’s bow. “You’ll do that for me, won’t you?” A soft brush of his mouth against yours, pouty lips guiding you through a kiss, until you’re sighing against him, and he’s pulling away.
Numbly, you nod, almost hypnotized by the soft smirk that overtakes his features as he pushes you down, watches you sink to your knees before him. The concrete feels cold and hard beneath your knees. His jumpsuit is knotted around his waist, and you shakily unravel it, the elastic waistband staring you in the face afterwards.
“Take your time,” Jungkook croons, hand coming to rest on the side of your face, knuckles brushing over your skin delicately.
You tug it down, and one flash of that underwear band has your nerves flying out the window. You shove his t-shirt out of the way, let your hands trail over the ridges of his abdomen in your haste. He helps you by tugging it over his head. With that gone, his black boxers stare you in the face, and you yank those down with no hesitation.
“Jesus, baby,” Jungkook chuckles, though it’s choked off when you grasp his engorged cock in his hand. You should be surprised, marveling at the sight, considering it’s the first time you’ve ever seen him like this. But you brain is working overtime, too immersed in the vein that runs alongside it and the tip that throbs back at you. Later you can worship it, you think. Right now, you needed it down your throat.
The tip is flaming and swollen, his cock still growing plump in your hold, your hands slowly dragging up and down the length. You lean forward, press a gentle kiss below the mushroom head, trail kisses down the length until you're meeting your knuckles, and trail them back again. Jungkook sucks in a tight breath, leans to rest his palms on the car behind you, as he watches you on him.
A head of precum escapes, and you lunge for it, swirl your tongue in and around the slit on his cock, until his entire body tenses up. “Fuck,” he grunts, watches you ease his cock into your mouth. You groan at the stretch, the drag against the corners of your lips making your eyes roll backwards. “___, baby, a little more?” He asks, voice hoarse as he watches you sink down further on his cock.
You comply, close your eyes and focus on relaxing your throat. There’s a hand on the back of your head, impatiently pushing you down his length. “Shit,” he cries, unconsciously ruts against you. You gag, and he shushes you with a caress against your cheek. “Sorry,” he huffs, “just a little more for me, okay?”
Eyes squeezed shut tightly, you let him push you down until his cock hits the back of your throat and you can’t take anymore. The prod against your throat has tears springing to your eyes. “Gonna move now,” Jungkook announces, thumb brushing away the tears that collect in the corners. “Be good.”
He drags himself out, your saliva coating every inch of him, and when just the tip is resting on your tongue, he shoves back in. You whimper, palms digging into his thighs. Jungkook brushes a hand down your hair, soothes you for all of two seconds before he’s pulling out and doing it all over again. He picks up the pace, loses himself in the feeling of your hot mouth around him, tongue dragging over his cock.
The feeling in your throat burns, each thrust of his hips against your mouth making your jaw more and more sore. But god, it feels good to have him so close, his scent swarming your sense, groans like music to your ears. You want to please him, want him to feel as good as you did at your place. You want it even more now that you know how he feels, know he’s probably thought about this before.
A brutal thrust has you gagging, throat contracting around his length. “Shh,” Jungkook sighs, the fingers buried in your hair flattening out to run over your head. “Doing so good for me, beautiful.”
You bask in the praise, let a hand flutter down to the apex of your thighs, pressing down to relieve some of the pressure. Jungkook groans, rolls his hips against you and keeps you there for a second. Your throat spasms, his dick pressed hotly against it, and you feel your panties grow embarrassingly sticky. Eventually, he draws back out.
“You like this?” He hums, rutting against you faster now, nose brushing against the sparse hairs on his pelvis with every slam of his hips. You nod around a gag, eyes clouding with tears, lips slippery with saliva and precum. One particular thrust is so hard, it nearly sends you knocking back into the car, Jungkook’s hand on the back of your head barely saving you. “Fucking hell,” he spits, “look so pretty with my cock shoved down your throat, princess.”
You moan around him, feel a subtle twitch against your tongue before he’s pulling himself out. “Shit,” he cursed, pushing you away as he goes to grab his own dick in his hand, tugging at it like a madman. “Wh-Where?” He asks, and you stare dumbly at the sight of him playing with himself, almost don’t realize he’s asking you a question.
You take too long, scramble for words too long, and even if you did have one your throat is far too sensitive yo answer. Jungkook grows impatient. Pulling you closer by the collar of your Chanel suit jacket, tugging it open until the flimsy buttons snap, and the tank top you wore beneath comes into view. He aims the tip of his cock towards your sternum, and a few jacks later, he’s coming, cum spurting against your chest. You watch the cum trail down between the valley of your breasts, until the feeling comes to rest against the inside wire of your bra, sticky and gross, sliding along the underside of your boobs. “Shit,” Jungkook repeats, eyes furrowed over you.
Your knees ache, and you nearly trip when you stand up, steadying yourself against the side of the car. Jungkook seems to regain his sense by then, hand trailing around your waist. You meet his eye, and almost immediately turn away, the blood in your face rapidly rising.
Jungkook laughs. “Don’t get shy on me now,” he teases, gets too close and your noses bump. “Sorry,” he smiles, too shiny and bright for the sinful acts you just committed in an auto shop.
“Put your dick away,” you huff, let him nuzzle closer to you, and when he doesn’t move to tuck himself into his pants, you go do it for him.
Jungkook frowns, swats your hand away. “This dick has places to be,” he informs you, and you scoff.
“Refractory period,” you remind him, and he rolls his eyes.
“Well I’m not exactly gonna stick it in you this instant,” he drawls. “Gotta stretch you out first.”
You go to complain, tell him he doesn’t have to over exert himself. Truthfully, with Jungkook you feel like one good session was enough to sustain you for weeks. After last time, your skin had flowed for an entire week. But then his hand is slithering up your backside, sneaking under your skirt to grab a handful of your ass.
There’s quickly drying drool collecting at the corners of your mouth, saliva from when he’d fucked your throat just a few moments prior, that he kisses away. His mouth slots over yours, and your heart and pussy both flutter at the kiss.
It’s gentle and sweet for all of ten seconds, his mouth moving against yours until you feel the wet press of his tongue against your bottom lip, tracing along until you open your mouth. He wastes no time shoving his tongue past your lips, letting it dance with yours as he pulls you closer, hands gripping the globes of your ass. You let him lick his way into your mouth, more and more saliva catching in the corners of your mouth until he’s pulling away with a wet pop.
He pulls away, doesn’t stray too far, proud smirk crossing his features at the sight of your slicked lips. “You liked that, didn’t you?”
“Huh?” You ask dumbly, tongue mindlessly swiping over your lips.
Jungkook’s eyes track the movement. “The saliva,” he clarifies. “The spit. You liked it at your place too,” he reminisces, moving in on you again. “Liked watching me slobber and spit all over your body. Isn’t that right, baby?”
You blush, discreetly rub your thighs together. “I-I do,” you admit, willing the warmth of your face away because at this distance he must certainly feel it.
Jungkook nods, doesn’t say anything else as he captures your lips a second time. He doesn’t bother with the gentle prodding anymore, jumping straight into tongue right away. He’s messier, letting his saliva coat your lips and drip down your mouth, and as messy as it is, you love it. You whimper when he pulls away, but gasp when his hand tugs at the hair by the nape of your neck, pulling you back until you’re looking up at him.
“Open,” he murmurs, and you do, tongue pressing against your bottom lip.
It should be disgusting, the rev of his throat, the sound of his saliva collecting, and the way his jaw shifts when he’s got enough. It should be filthy, the way he shoots it down your open lips, the way it splatters against the back of your throat. It should be gross, but god do you love it. “Swallow,” Jungkook commands, and you do, feel his spit drip down your throat like it’s your own, whimpering at the feeling. A quirk of his lips. “Good girl.”
You have to bite down the pride that grows in your chest.
Jungkook’s hands continue their mapping out of your behind, eventually ending with a hard squeeze that has you squealing. Automatically, your back arches in surprise, breasts pressing against Jungkook’s chest. He smirks down at you.
“Bet you taste good,” he says, pressing a kiss against your cheek. “Let me taste?”
“Please,” you beg, nearly losing your shit when he lifts you up onto the car, the cool metal making you jump, heel on your foot nearly kicking the side view mirror clean off. “Wait, Jungkook,” you sputter, glancing down at the sleek metal. “This is someone’s car.”
Jungkook ignores you, pushes your legs apart to slot himself between them. His palms run up your legs, over your thighs, until they’re toying with the hem of your skirt. Mocha eyes glance up at you, as if daring you to question him again, so you promptly zip your lips shut. The skirt goes, ever so slowly, over your thighs, bunches up at your waist until he’s staring at your lace panties.
He presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh, nose faintly brushing against your skin. The kisses trail over your skin, until he’s hovering over your panties, and he’s staring like a man starved. He gives no warning, suddenly leaning down to press his mouth over your party-clad folds, nose flush against your clit. “Kook!” You squeak, hands flying to clutch at his hair.
Jungkook mouths at you, drags his tongue against your panties until they’re soaked in both your essence and his saliva, just how you like. A hand slithers around your leg, wrapping around until he’s got a firm grip on it that he uses to hold it open.
“J-Just take them off,” you gasp, squirm when his mouth moves towards your clit, lapping against you. “Please,” you cry.
He doesn’t.
Jungkook tortures you with those kitten licks, muted through your panties, until you’re begging him to stop, to take them off and do it right. He loves it, you can tell, dazzling smile peeking up at you every time you tug against his hair, until finally, he’s had enough.
The underwear comes off, dangling uselessly by your ankle, and then the show really begins.
“Wait,” you choke, head falling back against the hood of the car when he finally gets his mouth on you, suctioning his lips around your swollen clit. The niggling reminder that this is some stranger’s car he’s eating you out on rings in your brain, and perhaps that’s what makes it more exciting.
His mouth is warm, tongue flicking over your sensitive bud like it’s candy and he needs the sugar. The sounds are so loud and wet, the squelching of your pussy every time he pulls off a pop that resounds throughout the garage. He pampers your clit for what seems like hours, switching the movements of his tongue every time he gets the chance until you’re quivering.
When you think he’s done, he’s not.
Fingers slide up your thigh, featherlight, as they reach your drenched cunt. They drag over your lips, and you mewl, feeling the muscles jump and tighten at his touches. “Jungkook, please,” you moan, rolling your hips against him, but it’s hard and everytime you move, you feel the sweat on your skin weigh you down, glued to the metal beneath you.
The first finger breaches you, just the tip of his index slowly wiggling inside. You muffle a moan in your palm, and Jungkook pulls away with a huff. “No hiding,” he warns, slowly lowering back to your cunt with a stern glare. You nod, but can’t help it when his second finger pushes its way in and you bite down on your knuckles.
“Oh,” You sob, body quivering as he begins scissoring his two fingers inside you. With your attention focused on the digits sheathed inside you, he pulls away from your clit, bestowing one final kiss against it that has your foot kicking out wildly. “Th-there.” His other hand catches your palm in his, presses it against the metal by your head.
Jungkook smiles, curls his fingers around until he finds the soft spot inside you that turns you to jelly. “There we go, beautiful,” he purrs, pushing himself to his full height, leaning over your trembling form. “So sweet for me,” he sighs, licks his lips like he’s remembering your taste.
“I'm gonna,” you choke, become hypnotized by the dark cloud in his gaze, the arrogant smirk on his lips. He curls his fingers, palm brushing against your abandoned clit. The touch makes you jump, nerves tingling.
“Cum for me,” he encourages, silky tone swarming your head as your pleasure slowly washes over you. It’s probably the most relaxed orgasm you’ve had in your entire life, his low voice and delighted eyes guiding you through it, until your entire body clenches, dissolving in a puddle of contentment. Your arousal surges around his fingers, trickling down onto the metal.
“Oh, Jungkook,” you pant, overwhelmed from the touches and the kisses. Jungkook’s smile gets swallowed by your greedy mouth, desperate for more kisses now that he’s made you feel like this.
The kisses only placate him for so long, and when he presses his body against yours, there’s an awfully hard cock that slides against your dripping cunt. “Think you can go again, gorgeous?” He murmurs against your jaw, nipping at the skin on the way down. You nod, eyes falling shut at the warmth you feel in your bones.
Jungkook kisses your neck one last time, before leaning back once more to line himself up.
This was a scene straight from your teenage fantasies, a dripping, shirtless Jungkook at full mast between your thighs, looking at you so lovingly. It makes your heart thunder, imagining how long you could have been doing this if you weren’t both so stupid. As if reading your thoughts, Jungkook rubs a palm over your thigh, eyebrow quirked. You nod his concern away, squirm closer until the tip of his cock nudges against your hole.
“Fuck,” Jungkook sighs, moving his hands to your hips as he slowly pushes in. His fingers, bless their intentions, could have never prepared you for the size of Jungkook’s cock, thick and veiny as it pushes inside. You whimper, clawing at the hands on your waist that stop you from impaling yourself on it fully. “Waited so long for this.”
“Then fucking do it,” you beg, nearly pass out when he shoves in harshly at your tone. “J-Jung—“
“I got you, baby,” he assures you, jostles you until you’re flush against his cock, clit brushing against his pelvis. Your back arches, and Jungkook slips his arm around you, the other lingering on your waist.
Every subtle shift has him brushing along your swollen clit, and you sob at the sensation, begging him to move. He complies, changes his stance to make it easier, and finally begins thrusting into your throbbing pussy.
“So good,” he huffs, eyes zeroed in on where the two of you meet. You would have looked too, if your body hadn’t felt so completely boneless beneath him, the grinding of his cock sending shocks of pleasure up your spine. “So pretty and mine.”
“Yours,” you choke, heart swelling in your chest at his words. It’s almost animalistic, the way he ducks down to bite at your neck, like some animal staking its claim, and you like it. You like it because it’s all you ever dreamed of for so long. “Faster, Kook,” you urge, wrapping your arms around him.
He does as you say, slow and careful thrusts transitioning into a fast piston that would have had you bouncing out of his reach if he wasn’t holding you so tightly. “Fuck,” he chokes, lost in the way you clench around him, lips dragging against his cock with each thrust. “Baby,” he grunts, sweat trailing down his temple, eyes furrowed shut. Eventually, his head falls into the crook of your neck, his weight pressing down on you uncomfortably, subtle ridges on the hood making you ache. At this point, you’re too far gone to care. “All I ever wanted,” he gasps.
You could cry, right now and he’d pull out right away, big heart fretting over your emotional well-being. Which is exactly why you hold your emotions in, let yourself get fully immersed in the feeling of Jungkook pounding you against some stranger’s car and not the inevitable emotional crash you’ll have later.
He fucks like he’s waited all his life for this, and you guess he sort of has if what he’s saying is true. You have no doubt it is, and when his lips suck a mark against your neck, you feel like you’re in heaven. “Almost,” you pant, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. Jungkook nods, his hair tickling your jaw and neck, as he picks up the pace. Your cunt swallows him up every single time, suctions him in until he’s shaking, and so are you.
It can only last for so long, your heart and body eventually reaching their peak, and you unravel. His arms are there to catch you, to pick up the pieces and hold you together. You want to cry, you really do, and when the coil in your stomach snaps, you finally do. “I love you,” you sob, and Jungkook shudders, glances at your tear-struck face to push himself off.
“Love you too,” he mumbles, grinds his cock against your spasming folds one last time, and comes mid-thrust, cum spurting inside you. He holds you, just like you knew he would, as you come down from your highs, hot breath fanning across your skin.
You feel warm, loved, and in love, body trembling in sensitivity afterwards. He’s pulled out since, soothingly rubbing a hand against your side. You’d like to say you wouldn’t be anywhere else, but one shift reminds you of where you are.
“Shit,” you groan, taking in your surroundings before letting your head fall back against the hood. Jungkook hums, round eyes looking your way. “We really just confessed and had sex on some stranger’s car.”
Jungkook snorts, leans away just the slightest to look you in the eye. He’s lost in thought, chocolate irises swirling as they drink you in. “Say thanks to Taehyung,” he finally says.
You roll your eyes, and when you shift beneath him, your sweaty skin sticks uncomfortably against the metal hood. “Yeah, let me thank Taehyung for dating me for three days and awakening your crush,” you huff sarcastically, resigning yourself to your new life stuck against the hood of some classic automobile from the 50s. Jungkook laughs, tucks himself back into his underwear. “Thanks Taehyung, for your noble sacrifice ten years ago that allowed me to fuck Jungkook on some stranger’s car—“
Jungkook hums, snuggles closer to you. “Tae’s car.”
“—after confessing our—Taehyung’s car?” You shriek, sitting up with the strength of three football players, Jungkook toppling off you. “Oh my god. No.” Jungkook rubs his elbow where he knocked it against the hood, looks at you with solemn eyes. Slowly, a smirk crawls over his features. “No,” you gasp, mortification crawling up your spine. “We didn’t.”
He tugs you off the car, tugs your skirt down when you wobble on unsteady heels. “Yup,” he says, pops the end of the word like a child. “Say hello to Taehyung’s new car!” He exclaims, patting the hood you just defiled. “Straight from the car auction he went to this morning,” he beams.
“Oh my god,” you groan, covering your face with your hands when you finally spot the puddles of... something on the black hood. “This is terrible.”
Jungkook ignores you, wipes up the mess with some napkins from his takeout bag, but there’s already some that's dried, only fueling your mortification. “Not like he’ll find out,” he shrugs, then narrows his eyes at you. “Or will he?”
“No!” You stutter, carefully rounding the car as if inspecting it for any more signs of the treacherous things you and Jungkook did on or around it. “I-I won’t tell him.”
“Uh huh,” Jungkook teases, settles on that rolling stool and pushes himself towards you. There’s a hand easing itself around your waist, tugging you between open legs. Still in shock, your hands flutter around his neck, muscle memory causing you to immediately begin massaging the skin there.
Jungkook sighs into the touch, eyes falling shut. “Too bad Jimin’s not here,” he sighs, and you visibly see his nose grow in arrogance. 
“What? Why should Jimin be here?” You ask, pushing your fingers against the knots in his neck. 
Jungkook levels you with an unimpressed, one-eyed glare. He scoffs, “maybe you are as dumb ad Taehyung says.” And then, “hey!” when you tug his ear. He isn’t upset, just tugs you closer until his face is buried against your stomach. “You know country folk like him marry on the spot right?”
“What are you even saying,” you huff, burying your hands in the hair at the nape of his neck, tugging his head back to properly look at him. “Why do you care who Jimin marries?” He doesn’t bother answering. 
Instead, Jungkook sighs into the touch, an easygoing smile thrown your way, and for a moment you forget about the trauma Taehyung will have when he inevitably learns about this. “This is the life.”
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hihello170 · 3 years
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Ruv, Tabi, and Whitty, (separate) with a reader that struggles with confidence (and crushes)? They won’t look him in the eyes when they’re speaking to him/he’s speaking to them, and they fidget tirelessly. Crushes are pain, since they already find being around people hard, let alone someone they like…and I mean- Tabi is intimidating, and both Ruv and Whitty are t a l l (W h y did you choose the scary ones to crush on, dammit?!)
Hi Sorry I’m just seeing this now, I had things going on. For this I’m gonna write three little fanfics, I hope that works! Also, I had little trouble reading the prompt so if it’s not right, or to your liking please don’t hesitate to tell me. (Also I feel you on crushing on the scary ones.)
Ruv:
Ruv met Y/n through Sarv. As Sarv was trying to get the tall cold man to open up to people a little bit at a time. Not to mention he’d be working with them around since they accepted the offer to join the church. The first few days nothing really happened as Ruv basically avoided Y/n. That barely lasted a week, as Sarv kindly. Forced him to interact with them.
Soon he finally warmed up to them. Something was wrong though. Y/n was already a little bit closed and shy like him, but as he started to warm up to them. They seemed to grow shyer, playing with their clothes, or looking somewhere other than him when talking. None of it subtle, especially where they were looking, the only way to look at Ruv. Was up.
Getting slightly annoyed he decided to ask them. “Hey. Why are you acting so odd?” Ruv is quite blunt in his wording, and it often comes off as a threat. This only being because he has a hard time grasping emotions. “H-Huh? What do you mean Ruv” Y/n looked up at the tall Russian man. “Why have you been acting like that?” Once Y/n processed what he was talking about they blushed.
“Because I-I… I like you.” Being a little taken aback, Ruv looked down at the small person before him. “Is that what I’ve been feeling then?”
(I wasn’t sure how to end it, apologizes if it’s not great.)
Tabi:
How did Y/n meet Tabi? Well, they were one of the people who were at the restaurant when he set off the C4(Bad start I know). After Bf and Gf had gotten away, Tabi was left in the building. It was crumbling and burning down fast. Y/n was in flight mode so when they had seen Tabi just standing they grabbed his hand, dragging him out of the building.
After that most of everything is a blur. Tabi at first was a little annoyed by Y/n presence… but over time they wore down the wall he had built, after what Gf had done to him. He enjoyed their shy personality and kind heart. Although as of the few recent weeks of hanging out with them. Y/n seems to have become shyer. It was normal for them to fidget with things, and lose eye contact. This much though it was odd so he thought he’d bring it up.
“Hey, y/n do you have an ex?” Similar to Ruv he’s a little bit blunt but more so considerate. In his own ways. “N-No I don’t… Why do you ask Tabi?” “Since… I don’t know. You’ve been shyer lately…? I wanna make sure no one hurts you…” Blushing, Y/n looked at him and finally confessed “I like you Tabi…” Quite shocked, Tabi looked at them, but just hugged them.
Whitty:
Y/n always had a hard time with building confidence to do things, let alone talk to people. As of recently though they had bumped into this really tall bomb guy. At first, they profusely apologized, till they noticed he was as well. After that one day, they slowly got to know each other. The bomb guy’s name was Whitty, over time he started to show his very “explosive” personality (haha pun). Y/n found themself feeling something when they were with Whitty… Had they really fallen for him?
Over a few days, Whitty had started to notice Y/n get tenser. Like they’d avoid eye contact, or if they were talking they’d be playing with their hands. To top it all off their face was always pink. A bit worried he finally asked. “Hey, Y/n Are you alright?” “H-Hmm? Yeah. Why do you ask…?” When they reply their fingers start to fidget faster. “Well, you’ve been acting all… weird. Did someone do something to you? Cause if someone did you better tell me.” Whitty often comes off strong but he is genuinely good-hearted and means well. “N-No, sorry. It’s no one doing… I just…” Taking a small breath Y/n cleared their throat “I like you… Whitty…” For a moment Whitty just stared at them, then finally hugged them and said “Like you too Y/n…”
(Sorry if this was a little cheezy, I did this really late at night. I hope you liked it still. If there is anything wrong with it please point it out to me in another ask and I'll fix it up.)
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meetmymouth · 3 years
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My favourite headcanon is and will forever be new boyfriend!Harry.... like it just gets me every time
ugh you’re all so shy around each other at first!!! let’s say you’re coming from a different background so i can definitely see him try n learn as much as he can in his free time while also asking you questions
i feel like for your first date you’d do something with another couple so you both feel more comfortable??? like going to see a play or a musical, dinner date, hiking... and after the date he’d text you stuff like “was it ok?? it was fun, hope you had fun??? did you like x or y...”
after your third or fourth date, he reckons it’s time he cooked for you or you both cooked together at his so he’d deep clean his house because he wants to make a good first impression even though you know how clean/ tidy/ organised he is lol. 
he would do something so endearing like buy a table???? this is so random but what if he never had a table because he always ate alone or at his friend’s so he never needed one but since you’re in his life now, he reckons it’s time for a new table
and maybe you know he rarely does random stuff because he’s always busy and so private so one day you wake him up REALLY early and tell him to get ready because there’s a car boot sale going on or that you’re going to an antique sale and he’s so endeared by your enthusiasm and appreciates you wanting to share these little things with him
as soon as ppl hear about you both, brands would start getting in touch with harry/ his team and they’d ask for your shoe size, jewellery size etc and all of a sudden he’d get sent makeup and skincare from these brands and he’s like babe i think you’ve mail <3 
since you guys are still “new”, i feel like you don’t have that many photos of each other?? because you’re both shy about asking to take selfies etc. let’s say you’re having dinner at a fancy restaurant... maybe at the shard so the view is FANTASTIC and it takes his breath away when you’re stood there, admiring all the lights and buildings before you so he’d take his phone out and take your picture behind, and upload it to his close friends story <3<3 or he’s like we have to take a picture here and you’re like “sure!!! gimme your phone i’ll take one of you” and he goes “no silly.....together” <3
you want to do so much with him so i can see you guys join all these different weird random workshops and one of them would be pottery lol so he’d be all cheeky and ask if you could reenact the scene from the film ghost :D or a terrarium workshop and he names his after you <3
more new bf!harry here
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itsallyscorner · 3 years
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positions with chris evans (smut implicit if you feel comfortable) he is her new bf and her ex was a horrible guy. Now she is happy with Chris and is all, fluff
I haven’t written for Chris in a while now and I miss my bubba🥺 Thank you for the request lovely, hope you like it!
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a/n: (f/n) ~ friend’s name
warnings: I’m a bitch for back stories so the beginning is like long....enjoy:) also smut**
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Heaven sent you to me
I'm just hopin’ I don't repeat history
You were never good at relationships. You weren’t a horrible person to date; relationships just never worked for you. One ex cheated, another drifted apart, and the last one canceled your engagement. You’ve had it rough. Though, you were confident in yourself and believed that you were an independent woman; you ARE an independent but you just needed some love. You could manage to be on your own. However, you didn’t know how long you’d last until the loneliness got to you.
You were spiraling down a hole of self pity and insecurity after your ex-fiancé called off your engagement. You’ve isolated yourself from your friends and spent more time at the bar. Not to look for some rebound but to wallow in your self pity even more. As if the world knew you needed a pick me up, you bumped into Chris.
You were in one of those lowkey bars in LA drinking a Seagrams. Why a Seagrams? You came alone to the bar which meant you had to drive yourself home. So no getting shitfaced drunk for you.
You were sitting at the bar sipping on your drink as you ate some fries. There was some random football game on the tv but you didn’t pay any mind to it. You were scrolling through your phone when a tall man sat into the seat next to you. You glanced at him, meeting his blue eyes for a second, before you looked back to your phone. Chase, the bartender, asked the stranger with the blue eyes what he wanted.
“Just a beer.” His voice was thick with hints of a Boston accent in it. His large frame settled into a small dainty chair that looked as if it were going to collapse underneath him.
“It’s pretty quiet here for a Friday night.” The man said from beside you. It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. You shut your phone off and turned your attention to him.
“Um yeah, it’s always like that around here.” You answer with a tight smile. His face makes an “oh” kind of expression.
“Ah, it’s my first time around here.” He nods to Chase as he finally gets his beer. You nod at his answer and go back to your phone.
“So do you come here often?” You hear him ask. You sigh as you turn to face him again.
“Yeah, I’ve been going here for a few months now.”
“Alone?” He questioned you as his took a swig of his beer. You didn’t know what his deal was but you just weren’t in the mood for it.
“Yeah, alone.” You stifle a fake laugh as you turn back to your phone. He goes silent for a few minutes, making you think he was done. Until he asked you another question then another. This continued for half an hour. He asked you some random question and you replied with a short half assed answer. He just couldn’t catch a hint.
“Look, if you’re trying to get into my pants, I’m not interested.” You interrupt him as he was asking another question. A smug look made its way onto his face as he held his hands up in surrender.
“Well I wasn’t trying to get into your pants.” He started, “Something seemed to be bothering you so I thought I’d start a conversation with you and you could vent to me.” He defended himself as he shrugged his shoulders. You felt your face flush in embarrassment as guilt took over your body. You cringed at yourself and groaned into your hands.
“Gosh, I’m so sorry. You were just being nice and I had to let my ego get in the way.” You apologized as you took your head out your hands. The man chuckled as he waved off your apology.
“Nah, you’re all good. I should’ve been straight to the point.” He rolled his eyes at himself as he leaned forward.
“So, is there anything bothering you? You were literally spaced out while you went though your phone.” He crossed his arms together as he rested his head on his bicep.
“Stalker much?”
“Nah, just observant.”
“I don’t wanna waste your time.” You tell him. He shrugs once again as he leans closer to you.
“I’ve got all night. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Boy, I'm tryna meet your mama on a Sunday
Then make a lotta love on a Monday (Ah, ah)
Never need no (No), no one else, babe
The bar became a frequent meet up place for you and Chris. The first night you told him about your troubles and he listened without any interruptions, only asking a few questions here and there. The second night you learned about him and his job. Turns out he was Captain America, you still don’t know how you didn’t recognize him. Third night you guys shared an order of fries as he tried to explain a football game to you. The fourth night you listened to him talk about his anxiety and how much he missed his family. The fifth night you two finally took it to his place and spent the early hours of the morning between his sheets.
Now six months later you were still spending the mornings in his sheets but now you were his girlfriend.
The sun was warm against your back as you woke up. You could feel Chris run circles soothingly onto your back making you sigh in content. You felt him press a kiss onto your temple as he pulled you closer to him.
“Mornin’ sweetheart.” His voice was gravelly still laced with sleep. You finally open your eyes and see his bright blue eyes staring down at your (e/c) eyes.
“Hey bubs.” You sleepily smile at him as you rub the sleep out your eyes and stretch. Dodger was resting at the foot of the bed, his nose bumping into your or Chris’ foot occasionally.
“You got any plans today?” He asked as he laid on his back taking you with him. You traced the Dodger tattoo on his chest as you thought for a second.
“Mmmm, not much. It’s a lazy Sunday for me.” You shrugged as you glanced up at him, “What are your plans for today?”
“Well my family’s coming over, so we might head to some restaurant and hang there.” He mentioned as he carded his fingers through your hair.
Suddenly an idea popped into your head, “Why don’t they just come over for dinner?” Chris’ head snaps down at you.
“What do you mean?”
“I’ll cook and they could come over for dinner. Plus aren’t they just coming from the airport? I’m sure they’d want to be comfortable instead of going to a restaurant.” You explained as you flipped over to rest on your elbows. Chris looked at you adoringly as you waited for him to reply.
“You’d do that for me?” He asked sounding a bit shocked.
“Yeah, of course I would, Chris. They’re you’re family and you’ve mentioned that you’ve been missing them for a while. So whatever makes you happy.”
Chris says nothing before he leans forward to catch your lips into a passionate kiss. You giggle against him as he turns you over so you’re resting on your back.
’Cause I'll be
Switchin' them positions for you
Cookin' in the kitchen and I'm in the bedroom
I'm in the Olympics, way I'm jumpin' through hoops
Know my love infinite, nothin’ I wouldn’t do
That I won't do, switchin’ for you
“Chris. If— If I’m going to be cooking—“ you begin to say but Chris just keeps interrupting you with his lips. You laugh as you push his face away from yours. He opens his eyes and looks down at you upset.
“Baby, if I’m going to cook for your family, I need to start now. I don’t even know what I’m gonna make yet.” Chris hangs his head down as he huffs.
“We can figure that out later, right now I just wanna show you how much I love you right now.” He moved your hands off his shoulders and used one of his hands to hold both your wrists above you.
His pupils were dilated as he gazed lovingly at you. He turns away for a second to tell Dodger to leave the room. When you hear the pitter patters of Dodger’s nails down the hall, Chris slots himself in between your legs. He presses his hard on against your clothed mound making your breath hitch. His lips meet yours again, but this time they moved slower as if they were savoring the feeling of you against them.
You wrap your legs around his torso and push his hips down to meet yours as you grind against him. The feeling makes you moan as his bulge rubs against you. You could feel yourself starting to get wetter and wetter as Chris’ tongue slips into your mouth.
You whine as you try to get your wrists out of his grip. You bite down on his lip as you pull away to stare up at him with your hazy eyes. The action causes Chris to groan and rut his hips against you even more. You let go of his lip and kiss down his jaw to his neck.
“Take those off.” You whine as your feet kick at his boxers.
“Impatient, huh?” Chris chuckles before he listens to you. You feel his length brush up against your thigh making you want him even more.
“I want you in me, Chris.” You moan against his ear. Chris uses his free hand to remove your panties and toss them to the side. His cold fingers run past your folds as he spreads your wetness. The coldness compared to your warmth made you flinch.
“Look at that, baby. Got you all wet and I haven’t even done anything yet.” He tsked huskily as he brings his fingers with your juices to rest on your lips. You wrap your lips around his fingers and swirl your tongue around them as you taste yourself on him.
“I love you so much. Do you know that?” He asks you through gritted teeth. He takes his length and starts to stroke it. You bite your lip as you see his red tip glaring up at you. You could see the pre cum drip from his slit and onto your stomach. You take some of his pre cum and bring it down to your pussy to mix with your arousal.
“Fuck.” Chris groans as he sees your fingers scissor your folds making you writhe underneath him. Your head felt like it was in a haze as you stroked yourself while Chris sucked and toyed with you nipples. Chris began to move south but you stop him.
“Baby, as much as I would like to have you eat me out, I really need to get a head start on cooking.” You painfully tell him. You really wanted him down there but it was nearing the afternoon and you wanted to make sure the food was perfect for his family. Chris sighs knowing you’re right.
“Alright, alright. But my head’s going to be down there all day tomorrow. Wanna see you cum all over my face and drip down the sheets. You’re not gonna be able to walk for weeks.” He declares before lining himself up with your entrance. You lazily smile at him as you peck his lips.
Perfect, perfect
You're too good to be true (You're too good to be true)
But I get tired of runnin', fuck it
Now, I’m runnin' with you (With you)
“I love you, Chris.”
“I love you too, (y/n).” He says before plunging himself into you. His length stretches you out, the burn of pain and pleasure made your back arch.
You’ve had sex with Chris many times, but the feeling of him entering you and stretching you out would never get old. You loved how your walls just molded around him and how he perfectly filled you up to the brim.
He begins to move out before plunging back into you. When Chris noticed that you’ve gotten comfortable with his length his thrusts began to speed up. You moved your knees to rest against your chest so you can feel him deep inside you. His rough thrusts made your eyes roll to the back of your head as you moaned Chris’ name out loud.
“Hey, hey, no. Look at me.” He tilts your face at him so your eyes are connected. He rests his forehead against yours as his hands rest on your legs for leverage.
When he feels your walls tighten around him he brings his thumb to your clit and rubs tight circles and figure eights on it. You let out a high pitch moan as the tightness in your belly gets tighter.
“C—Chris I’m gonna cum.” You say through labored breathing.
“Yeah, I know. Come on, cum, I’m right behind you.” He tells you as he thrusts into you a few more times. Your orgasm takes over your body as you arch against Chris. He emptied himself into you, riding out his high.
The two of you laid beside each other on the bed as you caught your breath. You turned your head to look at Chris, to find him already looking at you.
“So, uh steak sounds really good for tonight.” He says making the two of you burst out in laughter.
This some shit that I usually don't do (Yeah)
But for you, I kinda, kinda want to (Mmm)
'Cause you're down for me and I'm down too (And I'm down too)
Yeah, I'm down too
The dinner went by like a breeze. You took Chris’ advice and cooked some steak and pasta. You made sure to throw in some fries and chicken nuggets for the kids.
You were now in the living room, sitting with his mom and sisters as they told you old stories about Chris’ childhood.
“I swear that boy kept me on my toes. He was a good kid but always up to something. Poor Scott had to always cover for him.” Lisa mused as she shook her head.
“Yeah poor Scott!” You all heard Scott yell from the kitchen. You all laughed as the two brothers entered the room, a bottle of wine in Chris’ hand as Scott held multiple glasses.
“They haven’t been embarrassing me too much, right?” Chris asked you as he helped you off the couch to sit in your spot. He guided you to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arm around your torso.
“No, besides the fact that you’re a troublemaker and slept with diapers till you were like five.” You teased him.
“Oh come ‘ahn, ma!” He groaned throwing his head back. Lisa put her hands up as she pointed at his sister, “It was Carly!”
They began to talk about how the kids were growing up and caught up with each other’s daily lives. You sat against Chris’ chest as you listened to them.
“You alright?” Chris whispered into your ear as he noticed you get quiet.
“Yeah, are you alright?” You asked turning to face him.
“I’m perfect. Thank you, by the way. I really appreciate it.” He tells you quietly so only you can hear. A small smile is on his face as he rests his chin on your shoulder.
“Anytime, hun.” You kiss his forehead and tune back into Carly talking about one of her student interactions at work. You felt Chris relax against you as he leaned back onto the couch.
This was why you did the things you did for him. To see him visibly relax around his family and let him feel like he was home. You loved the way his eyes lit up when his niece or nephews would tell him about something new they learned. Or how happy he gets when Scott tells him about some new adventure he and his boyfriend went on. You adored his happiness and you’d do anything in the world to see him like this everyday.
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Where have you been? (Part 2)
*Warning: Blood/Gore*
Five weeks. That's how long Boyfriend had been missing. Five weeks with still no sign of the blue-haired man, it was starting to drive Pico mad. The longer this went on, the harder it was for Pico to think positively. He was starting to struggle with sleep, sometimes going days without so much as a wink of rest. His fiery orange hair was messy from him constantly running his fingers through it. It was hard to relax when someone you care about was unaccounted for. Whitty and Hex were still helping out, which Pico appreciated, but it did little to ease his fears. The three of them met up and searched for Boyfriend as often as they could.
It was late in the afternoon, another day going by with no luck finding Boyfriend. The trio had resorted to putting up missing posters for Bf, splitting up to scatter them around town. It did little to help, especially when random vandals would tear them down or draw all over them. Every time Pico saw one of the posters being ruined it pissed Pico off to no end. He didn't think it was possible to want to strangle a graffiti artist as much as he did. By some miracle of willpower he refrained from doing so (that, and he didn't know who was doing it). Pico sighed angrily as he hung another poster, his thumb turning white as he pushed the tacks into a wooden pole. His gaze lingered on the poster. In the picture, Bf was smiling. He looked so happy.. Pico felt his chest tighten around his heart. It felt hard to breathe, but not impossible. He clutched the front of his vest, fidgeting with the teeth of the zipper. Pico could only imagine what Boyfriend was going through, and his imagination was not kind. As much as he tried to ignore the worst possibilities, he struggled to stay positive. 
What if Boyfriend was dead? 
He hated the idea. He didn't want to think about it. Surely he was alive. He had to be somewhere! Anywhere! He couldn't be dead! Pico tried to ground himself by thinking of other possibilities. Maybe Bf was just hiding from everyone because he didn't want Gf and her family to know where he was. Pico grit his teeth as more anger suddenly rose from his core. Girlfriend… he was honestly starting to resent her. Sure, most people don't want to see their ex after a breakup. Pico understood that, sure, whatever. But when someone goes missing, it's good to help find them. Especially when you're the last one to have seen them…
Pico was suddenly brought back to reality when he heard his phone buzzing in his pocket. Whitty was calling. The two exchanged phone numbers after they went to that diner weeks ago. Pico tapped the green icon to answer, and brought the phone to his ear. "Hey Whitty. What's up?" Pico asked, his anger faded a bit, now being distracted with the sound of Whitty's voice. "I just wanted to let you know that Hex can't help us for a few days. He's got some computer virus that's apparently been a bitch to remove." Whitty sounded agitated. Pico figured he was probably worried about his best friend. "Is he gonna be ok?" Pico asked, he was already missing one person, he didn't want to lose another. "Yeah, some tech guy's helping him out. He should be fine soon..." Whitty paused. "Hey, do you want to meet up? I'm out of posters to hang." Whitty's tone changed a bit, Pico couldn't quite figure out why, but he brushed it off. It didn't matter anyway. "Yeah, I'll pick you up. Where are you?"
Pico drove in silence as Whitty sat in the passenger seat. He felt a little bad for the bomb man as even with the seat pushed all the way back, he barely fit in the car. Pico's car just wasn't designed with people over 8ft tall in mind. Whitty had the chair leaned back so he wouldn't hit his head on the ceiling, his knees were bent just so he could fit in the car. Whitty's hands were in his pockets, despite the lack of space in the car, he seemed like he was relaxing a bit. 
"Hey Pico." Whitty broke the silence. Pico let out a hum, signaling he was listening. "I had this random idea for the next place we should check."  "Hmm?" Was Pico's only reply. He was tired, but he wasn't gonna quit for the day just yet. "You know that bridge close to the freeway? The one over the ditch?" Pico had to think for a moment before he caught on. "You think he might be hiding out in the ditch?" Pico asked, a little glimmer of hope making itself known. Whitty shrugged. "Maybe. I dunno. It's a common place to hide." Pico turned on his blinker, he had to drive to the opposite side of town to get there but at this rate it wasn't a big deal. If there was even a chance of Boyfriend being there, he had to take it. He had to make sure Bf was safe. 
After Pico parked the car, he and Whitty climbed down into the dry ditch. It was now night, the darkness making it hard to see anything. Except Whitty's eyes, that is. In the complete darkness, Pico noticed Whitty's orange eyes were glowing. He could partially see the tall man's body as the warm light from his eyes reflected off of him. Pico found it fascinating. It was oddly comforting, like a fireplace. Pico found himself getting lost in them.
 "... Pico?" Whitty's voice interrupted Pico's stupor. Turns out the inside of Whitty's mouth glowed too. "Huh? What?" Pico asked, a little lost thanks to his little daydream. "Are you alright? You seemed out of it." Whitty asked, shifting awkwardly as he stood. Pico felt uneasy, did Whitty see something in the dark that he hasn't noticed yet? Were they alone? Pico quickly shoved his hand in his pocket and whipped out his flashlight. As soon as he turned it on, and the light flooded the ditch, he realized no one else was near them (at least no one was close enough to see). So why was Whitty uncomfortable? Like someone was staring at him? 
Wait… 
Pico had almost physically face-palmed. He was staring at Whitty. He just stood there in silence and stared at this dude's face in the darkness. From Whitty's point of view, that probably came off as creepy. Now he felt a bit guilty for being so weird. Damn it, he had to say something to break this weird silence! But what? Should he apologize? Or just brush it off so they don't have to talk about it? 'Damn it Pico, say something! Anything!' He mentally chastised himself. Just when he was about to blurt out what probably would have been nonsense, Whitty piped up. "Did my eyes creep you out?" Whitty asked, sounding disheartened. Pico suddenly panicked, speaking before his brain could filter it. "What- No! No. Not at all. Your eyes are cool! Like a jack o lantern or something. They're neat! They like.." Pico cleared his throat to compose himself again. He had to give a rational response. "I think your eyes are fascinating. I didn't mean to offend you, I just got distracted. I'm sorry." Pico's face turned a light shade of pink out of embarrassment. He hoped his disjointed response would somehow make the situation less awkward. Whitty's eyes widened, and his cheeks glowed a bit as his expression shifted from surprised to bashful. He started rubbing the back of his head, a nervous habit, Pico assumed. "I… thanks. I've had people say my eyes remind them of Jack O lanterns before, but I think this is only the second time someone's used it as a compliment. Bf was the first." Whitty confessed, his tone sounding fond. Pico smiled a bit, of course B would say something like that. Pico snapped out of his trail of thought before he got more distracted with reminiscing. "Speaking of… we should get back to looking for him." Pico stated, bring their focus back to the task at hand. Whitty nodded. The two chose to walk throughout the ditch, hopefully they'd eventually find a sign of Boyfriend under these bridges. 
Each step they took echoed off of the cement around them. It was a little eerie. Pico was glad that he wasn't alone, Whitty seemed like he could hold his ground. It was comforting. After a few minutes, they came across a blanket laid out next to a few plastic water bottles. They couldn't necessarily say they belonged to Boyfriend, but it felt like they were on the right track at least. They continued their walk, hoping to find more signs of Bf. A few more mostly uneventful minutes went by, then they saw someone not too far ahead of them. Pico lowered his light a bit so it wasn't shining in their eyes, but he could still see them pretty clearly. They were leaning their back against the wall of the ditch with their arms crossed. They had what appeared to be a goat skull for a head with long horns er.. Horn. Pico noticed that one of their horns had clearly been broken off. Their face had multiple large cracks all over it. He wore a dark blue hoodie that matched his hat. His jeans were either a darker shade of blue or black, Pico couldn't quite tell. The skull-faced stranger had turned their head to look at Pico and Whitty, clearly having noticed Pico's flashlight. His black eye sockets with glowing yellow pupils staring them down. Pico admittedly got a shady vibe from him, but he was accustomed to shady people due to his type of work. He decided to approach the man, but not get too close, he just needed to know if he had seen Boyfriend. "Hey. Mind we ask you something?" Pico called, hoping the stranger would cooperate. "What do you want?" The horned stranger rudely snapped in a clear Russian accent, he was clearly agitated. Pico wasn't that fazed by the man's rudeness, again, he was used to that kind of behavior (not to mention he wasn't all that polite or well mannered himself). "We just have some questions. We're looking for a friend of ours, maybe you've seen him around." The man appeared to relax a bit after hearing that. His expression was less aggressive. "What does your friend look like?" He asked, his tone a bit less harsh than before. Pico pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through his gallery until he found a picture of him and Boyfriend. He turned the phone around to face the man. As soon as he saw the photo, his eye sockets widened, and he tilted his head back a bit in surprise. "Boyfriend?" The man questioned.
Now it was Whitty and Pico's turn to be surprised. "You know him?" Whitty asked, bewildered at the man's recognition of Bf. "Yes, we are… acquainted. I see him a lot lately." That, admittedly, made Pico angrier than it probably should have. This guy knew where Bf was while no one else did. B had trusted this guy instead of Pico? Or Whitty? Pico once again asked himself the question that plagued his mind for weeks. 'Why didn't he come to me?' Pico tightened his grip on his flashlight. He should be glad. They finally had a potential lead. Pico forced the irrationality down for what felt like the 100th time that day. "Do you know where he is?" 'Please. Tell me you know where he is.'  Pico begged internally. The man nodded his head in a 'sort of' fashion. "I know where he's been hiding lately. It's not too far from here." He looked around a bit, as if checking to see if they were alone. "You know that little theater on Chavez road? The closed one? He's been around there lately. You'll find him if you go there." Pico suddenly felt a small rush of relief. That sounded promising. "Thank you, Mr..?" "Tabi" "Thank you Tabi. We appreciate it. Oh! I'm Pico, by the way. This is Whitty." Whitty waved, and Tabi nodded in acknowledgment. Tabi bagan to walk away. "Take care of Boyfriend you too. He's fragile right now." He called before departing. "We will," Whitty replied, "Thank you." Pico mumbled one more time before he and Whitty rushed towards the car. 
For the first time in weeks, Pico felt hope. He felt almost giddy in a sense. Soon this nightmare could be over. Soon Bf could be safe. But there was still a chance that they wouldn't find Bf. There were a lot of emotions running rampant in his head. Nerves, excitement, doubt. He couldn't remember the last time he was this conflicted. Various 'what ifs' both positive and negative coming forth to give their piece of mind. Pico gripped the steering wheel of his car tightly, his knuckles turning white. 
Tabi's words echoed in his head. 'Take care of Boyfriend, he's fragile right now.'   
Was this all really because of Bf and Gf's breakup? It just felt extreme. Most people don't go missing for weeks after a breakup. Especially Boyfriend. This was out of character for him. He hated being alone. There was more to it. There had to be. Pico was sure of it. 
Pico pulled over as the old theatre came into view. The decorative walls were a bit worn, but still beautiful. He knew this old place fairly well, it made him a little sad when it was shut down. Pico and Whitty stepped out of the car. Whitty stretched his arms, glad he could stand at his full height again. The bomb man looked at the various posters on the theater's walls, each one advertised some sort of play or performance. "Huh." Was all Whitty said. "What's up?" Pico asked. "I don't know why, but I thought this was going to be a movie theater. I didn't realise it was one of those performing arts places." Whitty replied. Pico turned to Whitty. "You've never been here before?" Pico asked, genuinely surprised. Whitty only shook his head in response. "Aw man, that's a bummer. This place was nice. It was family-owned, a local theater, ya know? It went bankrupt, but when it was open it was cool… B loved it here." Pico's tone shifted as he reminisced. Going from casual to bittersweet. Whitty tilted his head curiously, waiting for Pico to continue. He didn't make eye contact with Whitty, instead focusing his gaze on the theater's doors. "Ya know… sometimes, after a show, the owners would let B and I use the stage. We'd sing there for as long as they let us. We did it almost every week." Pico couldn't help but feel nostalgic. He remembered those times so well. It was years ago, back when he and B were together. They were memories he cherished. "Sounds like it was fun." Whitty commented briefly. "It was." Pico's tone continued to be bittersweet. Deep down, he hoped that he and Boyfriend could have what they did back then. He always regretted letting B go, but never said anything. Once Boyfriend found someone else, he figured he'd never have a chance again. Pico's vision started to blur slightly. 'Goddammit Pico! Now's not the time!' He mentally chastised himself, he didn't want to cry. Not when Bf was still lost. Not in front of Whitty. He was able to bury this before, he could do it again. Pico did his best to refocus on the task at hand. He needed to stop doing this. 
Pico cleared his throat.
"A-Anyway, we should look for Boyfriend. He's probably around here somewhere." Whitty nodded. Pico was thankful that Whitty didn't pry into his emotions. He'd rather NOT talk about that at the moment, thank you very much. "Let's check inside." Whitty proposed, Pico gave a brief sound of agreement before pulling the front door's handle. Surprisingly it was unlocked. Was Tabi right? Was Boyfriend here? Did he unlock it? Pico made a mental note about the door and continued inside, Whitty following just behind him. Once again he needed his trusty flashlight. The theater was usually dark as is, but it was extra dark with it being the middle of the night. While in said darkness, Pico was briefly reminded of earlier that night when he stared at Whitty's eyes for an uncomfortable amount of time. Pico's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. This was definitely going to be one of those memories that kept him up at night whenever he thought about it. Then, Pico had another thought. "Hey Whitty." "Hm?" "How come you haven't been using a flashlight too? I mean, I don't mind sharing mine, I'm just curious." Pico hoped it wasn't a rude question. "Oh, well, uh.." Whitty began, Pico once again noticing how the inside of Whitty's mouth glowed like his eyes. "I don't really need a flashlight. I can see in the dark." Whitty's cheeks glowled orange a bit, now Pico was convinced that was how Whitty blushed. He found it kinda endearing, to be honest. "That's really cool. Wish I could do that." Pico said and chuckled a bit, feeling a bit lighter in spirit. Whitty also laughed coyly, feeling a bit flattered. "Let's check out the stage first." Whitty directed, already walking towards it. "Yeah, good idea." Pico agreed, following suit. The 'house' was dusty, and the seats clearly hadn't been used in a while. Well, most of them hadn't. Pico paused, getting a better look. He quickly noticed that a few of them had been folded out, the armrests were raised, and what looked like a shiney red blanket was draped across them. Someone had been using them as a makeshift bed, Pico realized. Someone was definitely here. "Psst, hey Whitty." Whitty turned around to face him, Pico waved his hand in a 'come here' gesture. Whitty nodded and approached him. 
The tall bomb headed man leaned over Pico, looking down the same row of seats he was. It didn't take him long to catch on. "We must be on the right track. Wait, is that a curtain?" Whitty reached over Pico to pick up and hold the 'blanket' which was, in fact, part of a stage curtain that had been cut. Pico felt his heart clench. B was using a curtain for a blanket, he must be cold. Pico looked at the chairs/bed. One of the seats had a pile of clothes/costumes haphazardly bunched together, probably being used as a pillow. This was just… sad. Bf didn't deserve to live like this. 
While Pico looked at the seats, Whitty took a second to inspect the curtain. It was red on one side, and white on the other side- wait, no, the other side had red too. In weird splotches and smear-like patterns. Whitty held it stretched out in front of him, the white and red patterned side facing him. The patterns looked inconsistent not just in size and shape, but in hue as well. Some of the red splotches looked darker almost..wet, while others looked faded, like stains. Whitty touched one of the darker red spots with his thumb, surprised when it was actually wet. Realization suddenly dawned on him, this wasn't a pattern. Now he was worried. "Hey Pico?" His scratchy voice quietly called, Pico turned around to look Whitty in the eyes. Whitty held the curtain in a way that only let Pico see the shiney full-red side and not the 'patterns'. "I'm not entirely human, so correct me if I'm wrong but… human blood is red, right?" Pico gave him a confused and worried look, then nodded hesitantly. "That's what I was afraid of." Whitty admitted, turning the curtain around so Pico could see. Pico's white eyes shot open wide, before giving Whitty a panicked look. Pico's heart dropped.
Just as Pico was about to say something, there was a loud *CRASH* from a distance. 
Pico and Whitty's attention snapped towards the stage, it looked like a shelf had fallen over from backstage. Frantic footsteps could be heard. Neither of them had to say anything, they both bolted towards all the noise. Running up the small stairs to the stage. They ran towards the backstage area. Their own footsteps echoing as their shoes hit the wooden floorboards. Whitty, with his longer strides, took the lead ahead of Pico. Once they arrived at the backstage room, they saw the metal Exit door slowly closing. Whitty slammed it back open, dashing through it, Pico not far behind him. Once outside, they had stumbled into a fenced in parking lot. Street lights illuminated the empty lot, now they could see the other person running away from them. They were short, around Pico's height. They had a black hoodie on, the hood was up so they couldn't see their head. Even so, Pico was sure that it was Boyfriend. It had to be. 
The hooded person ran into the parking lot's locked gate. Attempting to climb over it, but they weren't fast enough. Pico and Whitty were on their tail. They still tried, though. They were clearly struggling to get up the fence's bars, it looked like they kept slipping, like they couldn't grip the bars. Just as they were about to make another attempt to climb, Whitty caught up to them. The tall bomb man swiftly wrapped his hands around their torso, easily lifting them off the ground. Like holding a kitten. They helplessly swung their arms and legs, attempting to free themself from Whitty's grip. Amidst all their wild flailing, the hood came down, revealing a familiar face with blue hair. Boyfriend. They found him.
"N-no! Let me go! P-Put me down!" Boyfriend yelled, his voice filled with panic. His eyes were closed, and tears soaked his cheeks. Whitty knelt down to bring Boyfriend closer to the ground, still not letting go. "Hey! Hey… Boyfriend, it's just us. It's okay." Whitty did his best to keep his scratchy voice steady, hoping to calm down the terrified bluette. Despite not having the most soothing voice, it seemed to help a bit. Bf stopped flailing and yelling for the moment, his eyes snapped open. He seemed to have come to a sudden halt. His fearful eyes scanned the environment around him. Pico tried to approach him slowly, he didn't want to spook the poor guy more, but he too, was shaking. He had seen Boyfriend scared before, sure, but not like this. This was a new level of absolute terror. He looked so… fragile. Like if someone so much as flicked him, he'd fall to pieces. This was a far cry from the Boyfriend Pico knew. The dumb, reckless, confident man was no where to be found. What really struck Pico though, was the noticeable dampness of Boyfriend's hoodie sleeves. Pico figured he must have been injured, and he had to help. 
In the moment though, he was overwhelmed. He was happy that they found him. He was also worried about him. Part of him was angry. After all the weeks spent searching for Boyfriend, after spending those weeks bottling up all his frustrations, fears, grief, worry. He had reached his tipping point. He couldn't hold back anymore. The tears in his own eyes couldn't be stopped this time. Pico threw away his inhibitions, and just ran up to hug Boyfriend. Pico buried his face in the crook of Boyfriend's neck, and dug his fingers into his blue hair. He was there, they actually found him. And he'd be damned if he lost Bf again. His own face was wet with tears. "G-god Damn it you- you fucking idiot. Don't scare me like that again. F-fuck." Pico's voice shook, sobbing, his cries making it harder to speak. Whitty let go of Boyfriend's torso, instead wrapping his arms around both Pico and Boyfriend, trying not to cry himself (emphasis on tried). A few of his hot, orange tears fell onto the other two boys, but neither seemed to notice.
After a few moments, Whitty and Pico pulled back from the hug. Pico kept his hands on Boyfriend's shoulders, he didn't want to let go. His attention was once again brought to the dampness of Bf's hoodie, he knew it had to be blood. "B… let's go home." Apparently that was the wrong thing for Pico to say, as soon as he did, Boyfriend panicked again. "I-! N-no! I don't want to see her again please Pico-! Don't make me go back!" Pico rushed to ask what was wrong, startled by Bf's reaction. "B, who are you talking about?" Pico gently grabbed Boyfriend's hands, he wanted to be comforting, but that changed when he noticed Bf heavily flinched, and his hands were wet. Pico gently brought Bf's hands into the light. His hands were cracked and bleeding. Badly. The skin and flesh looked like it was just barely holding on to the bones. Some of the blood was dry and crusty, while some of it was fresh. Pico furrowed his brow. "B… what happened?" Bf began crying again. "Gf.. She.." Bf's voice trembled, his lip quivered. He started sobbing. Whitty's orange eyes widened, in a spur of the moment, Whitty gathered both the shorter males in his arms. Lifting them off the ground and standing at his full height. "Hey Pico, why don't we all head to your place?" Pico nodded, still holding Bf's hands. "You can stay with me, B. I promise I won't take you to Girlfriend. She won't even know we found you, okay?" Bf looked into Pico's white eyes, then Whitty's orange ones, before slowly nodding and letting out a barely audible "okay". 
Whitty carried them to Pico's car, he decided to sit in the back with Boyfriend so he wouldn't be alone while Pico drove the car (they moved the front passenger seat as far up as they could to make more legroom for him). Bf was huddled to Whitty's side, the tall, warm, bomb man made him feel safe. Whitty had one of his arms wrapped around Boyfriend, hoping to comfort him. The bluette was still crying, but not as much as before, he seemed to have calmed down slightly. No words were exchanged during the car trip to Pico's house. 
Once they arrived, Whitty gently carried Bf into Pico's house and carefully set him down on Pico's couch. Pico ran off to grab his first aid kit from his hallway closet, mentally preparing himself for how wrecked the rest of Bf's arms might look. He didn't want to end up freaking out and scaring Bf more. Pico moved to sit next to Boyfriend on the couch. "Okay B, show me what hurts." Boyfriend seemed hesitant, Whitty, who was sitting at Bf's other side, rubbed his back. The small gesture seemed to comfort Bf a little, and he removed the black hoodie he was wearing, hissing as the fabric pulled away from his wounds; he was only wearing a tank top under it, so the damage to his arms was revealed easily. Boyfriend's arms looked worse than his hands did somehow. Cracked and bleeding, in some places, it looked like the skin had stitches only to fall apart more and undo them. He could see the bone in Bf's elbow and shoulder. 
Pico felt sick. It was a mystery how Boyfriend wasn't just screaming in anguish. Pico took a quick glance at Whitty, who also looked appalled at the gorey sight before them. Pico looked into Boyfriend's teary eyes, then back at his arms. "We should take ya to the hospital." Pico said nervously, his gauze and hydrogen peroxide couldn't fix this. "I-I already tried that. They couldn't- *sniff* they couldn't stop it. I-It's magic." Bf confessed, Pico noticed Whitty's expression changed from shock to sympathetic. Whitty gestured to Bf's arms "Was this Girlfriend's magic?" Boyfriend nodded. Pico felt rage bubbling in his core. His attempt to keep calm and collected was thrown out the window. "Did she do this on purpose!? That's it! Imma beat her ass!" Pico whipped out his gun. Furious. "I'm gonna pump that bitch full of lead!" Pico was about to storm out his house when both Boyfriend and Whitty stopped him. "PICO DON'T!" Bf and Whitty said in unison. Whitty gripped Pico's arm (which was super easy seeing as his hand was big enough for his fingers to wrap all the way around Pico's forearm), and Boyfriend hugged him, burying his face in the crook of Pico's neck. "Why the fuck are you two stopping me!?" Pico shouted, still undeniably pissed. "Please don't go, Pico!" Bf cried. "Listen dude, as much as I'd love to see ya give that girl more holes than swiss cheese, if you even try it, her family will kill you. Plus, if ya went to her now, they'll know we found Bf, and who knows what they'd do to him then!"
Pico hated to admit it, but Whitty was right. He'd just make it worse by confronting Girlfriend. Her family was powerful, her parents would definitely come after all of them if he tried to do anything to her. His anger was screaming at him to go and blast her with his Uzi, but reason objected to it. Pico sighed, and put his gun on the table. "Alright. Yer right. I'm sorry." Bf hugged him tighter. "Thank you." He said quietly. "Well, if I can't shoot that bitch, let's at least try to solve… this." Pico gestured towards Bf's arms, which were bleeding all over him in the hug. Whitty rubbed the back of his head, unsure. "Well, demon magic did this in the first place, maybe another demon can undo it?" Whitty offered, Pico thought about it, it made sense. If hospitals couldn't treat a curse, might as well try magic. "I can't say you're wrong, the issue now is finding a demon who would be willing to help. The only other demon I know I wouldn't trust as far as I could throw her. Do you know anyone?" Whitty shook his head. The three stayed quiet. Pico wracked his brain for anyone who might be helpful. Maybe his dad knew someone who could help? Probably not. His brother definitely hung out with demons and whatnot, but most people his brother hung out with were bad news. Not to mention he hasn't spoken to his older bro in a long ass time. That was a no go. Who else could he ask? Pico glanced at Whitty, he appeared to be going over various options in his head too. They were silent until Boyfriend chirped in. "I might know someone. Maybe tomorrow we can find her?" Pico shrugged. "I guess that's just what we gotta do. For now though, you should go get cleaned up. You remember where the shower is?" Bf nodded, and started walking down the hallway. "I'll bring you some clean clothes you can borrow!" Pico called, Bf replying with a distant "Thank you" before disappearing around the corner. 
Pico made eye contact with Whitty. He might not have known this guy too well, having only met him a couple weeks ago, but the time they spent working together trying to find Boyfriend made Pico appreciate him. He wanted to know more about him. Whitty was so helpful, even managing to calm Pico down when he was two seconds away from snapping. He found the gentle giant fascinating and comforting. "Hey Whitty?" Whitty let out a curious "hmm?" 
"I just wanted to say thanks.. For everything. You've been really helpful and great and.. I really appreciate it." Pico's earnest tone made Whitty's cheeks glow slightly. "It's no problem. You don't have to thank me or anything. I just.. Wanted Bf to be safe too, ya know?" Pico nodded understandably. "I wish we coulda met under better circumstances. You seem like a great guy, I uh… I'd really like to keep hangin out with you. Maybe once we get this whole curse thing sorted out, we should do something together? Maybe all three of us should." Pico felt color flooding in his own cheeks now, feeling somewhat nervous. Whitty smiled. "I'd like that." Pico let out a small chuckle. "Cool. Cool. Sounds good." 
An awkward lull took the conversation, neither saying much. Whitty eventually stood up and stretched, feeling a bit sleepy. "Well, I should head out. I'm gettin tired. Want me to meet up with you guys here tomorrow?" Pico hesitantly nodded, he almost offered to just let Whitty stay the night, but if he had plans to go home, who was Pico to stop him? "Sounds good. Imma uh.. Get some clothes for B." Pico attempted to make the situation less awkward, he was never good at goodbyes. "Yeah, that'd be good. I'll see you tomorrow." Whitty and Pico parted ways after that. Now, Pico just had to help Boyfriend. Hopefully this woman he was talking about can reverse whatever demon spell was on him..
Pico let Bf borrow his spare pajamas, and threw Bf's clothes in the wash. He wasn't sure if the washing machine was gonna be able to get all the blood out. As he was going through it, he noticed that the inside of Bf's jeans were bloody too, the curse must've been affecting his legs as well. Pico kept the 1st aid kit out, that way he could bandage what was left of Boyfriend's limbs. While Pico tended to the bluette's wounds, he made small talk with Boyfriend, hoping it would put him at ease. It seemed to help. Eventually it became time to turn in for the night. Both boys were exhausted.
 "Hey Pico?"
 "Yeah B?" 
"Can I sleep in your bed with you? I don't wanna be alone."
"... Yeah. C'mere."
"Thanks Pico."
"No prob. G'night B."
"Good night Pico."
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