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Mutual Help | #37

↳ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬; in order for you to pretend to be his girlfriend, he helps you with your sexual desires ⏤ he calls it mutual help

⇢ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jungkook x reader

⇢ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: fake dating au, fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

⇢ 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: explicit language

⇢ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 10.7k+

⇠ 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯. | 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐱 | 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 ⇢

Haneul is absolutely incredible.

He makes sure to prove that to you on every date and it's not him doing it purposely. It's you who thinks that every time you laugh, smile or just look at him being him. He's become a person you talk to all the time, even if it's just simple text messages, and has become a constant person you hang out with whenever you get the chance.

Ever since Friday happened, you exchanged your numbers in hope of your date, he has shown you how much interested he is in you. He even texted you if you got home safely that night and ever since then, you've been texting nonstop. And by nonstop you mean exactly that, the whole Sunday full of you being on your phone texting him as you planned out your date which happened the next day.

Monday. Your first official date. It was simple, just right for your first date as you got the chance to know him even better, this time without your friends' prying eyes and loud music surrounding you. He took you on a nice dinner, the only right time in your schedule considering you had work that day. You had an hour or so to make yourself look more presentable, trying to freshen up and cover the tiredness off your face.

The dinner was nice, he paid even though you insisted on splitting up the bill. You felt bad, knowing he had a part-time job in a bookstore nearby his college. Haneul insisted, stopping you before you could voice out your concern and distracted you by taking you for a walk alongside Han River.

It was so romantic with the moonlight and street lights, his fingers intertwined with yours as he gave you a shy smile trying to hide his blush. As much as you were shy the first time you held hands, you felt like it's even bigger deal for him as he confessed you couldn't leave his mind after he first met you. He confirmed Yejun's words of him coming to the club in a hope to see you there.

"I'm not a stalker, I promise," he laughed sheepishly that night, "I told my friends about you and they wouldn't let me live ever since, so they would purposely drag my ass there but I can't say I didn't want to go because I wanted to see you again." He told you, your heart warming immediately as you told him that's very sweet and cute of him.

He's more reserved than his friends and if it weren't for you, he would decline their constant nagging of going partying. But he admitted that he doesn't regret going because it means he'd probably never met you.

That night you had your first kiss.

Every day from Monday, no matter how tired you were from your work and Haneul busy with studying and attending class, you've always made time for each other. Went out on dates, from going to watch a movie in the cinema to another dinner. It doesn't really matter where he took you, all that matters was just two of you being two cute people having dates.

Haneul, originally from China but he and his parents moved to Korea when he was five, has stolen your heart and you couldn't say no when he asked you on your fourth date to be his girlfriend. That night you invited him to your place and opened a bottle of wine while talking and watching the movie, cuddling on your couch.

Kisses became much more intense and not just as innocent as before. Making out has become an act that happened on a daily basis as soon as you were safely in your apartment, the only place where you could be alone since Haneul lives in a rented apartment with two of his roommates. He proved to be even more controlled, not letting his hands linger on your skin for too long until you had to take his hands and put them on your ass while you were making out, sitting on his lap.

With Haechan, you moved naturally as things felt right and you feel like you were mostly affected by the curiosity of intimacy, so you wanted to take things further each time you spent together.

But now that you're dating Haneul, you knew more about those things and explored just enough that you became the person to guide him. From what he told you on one of your dates while you were talking about your and his exes, he had only one girlfriend before you and apparently it wasn't anything serious. And that one time you were making out on your couch again, grinding against each other to drive away that thirst, he confessed that he never had sex apart from blowjobs in his previous relationship.

He seemed to be a little embarrassed about it at first, but you assured him there was nothing wrong about being a virgin and you could take things slow. From his point of view he was a twenty, soon to be twenty-one, year old adult in a college with almost no experience (apart from handjobs and blowjobs) whatsoever. Guys his age, roommates, are wild and seeking for sex at every opportunity. But that's what makes him different, better and maybe that's why you started to like him to the point he has become your boyfriend.

"I like you so much," he confessed against your lips, "I don't think I can wait any longer."

So, you experimented and tried to get to know each other more intimately, see what the two of you like and what works the best for you two. You haven't had sex as soon as he confessed his want for you. You felt just the same, wanting to take another step in your maybe short relationship but it doesn't matter because it felt right. Still, the two of you got to know each other's bodies differently with a couple of handjobs, blowjobs and him exploring your own body with his mouth and fingers.

"I told Kiko."

You pause for a second, hands lingering against the cotton material of a greyish sweatshirt as you glance at Jungkook, who's standing beside you holding shopping bags of clothes you've managed to buy.

You're leaving tomorrow to spend some time but most importantly Christmas with your family. As you spoke with Jungkook on the phone yesterday, the two of you had decided to hang out together while you do the final round of Christmas shopping. Most stuff you bought is ordered anyway, already packed nicely to be given.

What Jungkook has just said doesn't come as a surprise, considering he has talked to you about this topic before and you encouraged him to do it. There's no need for him to elaborate more since you already know what he means and is talking about.

"And? How did she react?" you ask mindlessly, taking out the sweatshirt to have a proper look.

The truth is, you're acting way more nonchalantly than you really are and you're trying not to show too much interest in this particular topic, even though you're curious how she has taken the fact you were hooking up with her now boyfriend. You told Jungkook you respect his decision and you do, still trying to remind yourself of that sometimes, but you do hope she had at least a bitter feeling after hearing it. It's only fair for how much she hurt him.

"Surprised? And good, I guess." he answers with a murmur.

Humming, you turn the hanger where the sweatshirt is hanging from around, looking at Jungkook. "What do you think? Will Jimin like this?"

Jungkook sighs, not surprised by the lack of reaction you're giving him but at the same time he can't say he was expecting much. He just thinks you deserve to know that Kiko knows about you two.

"Yeah," he nods to answer you.

"What size should I buy him?" you think out loud, glancing at the label to see what size you're holding right now.

"Medium, he's tiny." Jungkook answers, causing you to snicker as you take the sweatshirt with you since it's medium. It looks a little oversized anyway, so it should fit just right.

"Be glad he doesn't hear you," you chuckle, the two of you turning around to make your way towards the cashiers as you put a hand on Jungkook's back, pushing him forward as he looks cluelessly at you. The poor guy has been shopping with you for the last hour and half, sighing every time you've excitedly led him towards another shop.

Jungkook reacts with a snicker, knowing how whiny and offensive Jimin gets whenever someone teases him for his height and size overall. That someone is usually Jungkook.

When you pay for the clothes you bought for Jimin and your dad, Taehyung's coat is already bought and safely put in one of the shopping bags, you make your way out of the shopping center. In the garage as you approach Jungkook's car, he pulls out his car keys and opens the car from a distance.

"So, did you tell her about us too?" You can't help but go back to the previous conversation which seems unfinished.

"Yeah, well I didn't tell her why we hooked up or anything. I just said we did," he tells you as he opens the truck, loading your bags there while you do the same thing. "Don't worry, I wouldn't talk to her about your sexlife." he reminds you, looking at you to make sure you look him in the eyes as he says it.

That makes you smile. No matter how much Jungkook loves Kiko, he thinks about you too and is considerate automatically without you even telling something.

"I know you wouldn't," you tell him softly, "And it's not like I'd mind it that much anyway, I don't think I'm embarrassed about the fact that we simply agreed on hooking up because I wanted to experiment."

"Still, it's a private and quite intimate topic. I don't think she needs to know any details, she knows the main thing and I think that's enough." he shrugs, closing the truck with a soft thud as all of your shopping bags are placed there.

As you think about it, you do feel a little weird knowing that you and Jungkook hooked up and are completely fine. Not always though, these are just moments when that thought crosses your mind and it's more like bewilderment. Overall, you're glad it hasn't affected your friendship in any way. Still, you've seen him naked, you've experienced what it feels like to have sex with him and you don't think it's something you'll forget. Not necessarily because it was one hell of a ride, but because it's a simple fact. You're not thinking about this every day but there are moments when you're completely bewildered how your friendship works. As long as none of you make it weird, it won't be. You've talked about this numerous times together after all.

Just like what happened with Yoongi. You went back to normal without any problems.

It's more like 'Wow, we pull this off without destroying our friendship or making things weird'. Mainly talking about Jungkook here. Can you even consider Yoongi as your friend? You don't hang out outside work, you just manage to give him a handjob in his brother's office. Oh, fuck. You've to stop thinking about this, it's starting to give you a headache.

You let out a chuckle at your thoughts, just when you sit in the car while Jungkook starts turning on the temperature and pulls out his phone to turn on his playlist. He looks at you, chuckling at your own chuckle. "What?"

"Don't you feel weird knowing we've had sex and are completely fine? Like we forgot it happened in the first place." you speak out your thoughts, mainly amused by them in the first place as Jungkook seems to think about your words for a moment as he shrugs.

"I didn't forget, I remember everything." he cheekily grins, poking the tip of his tongue to the inside of his cheek cockily as you push him in the shoulder while laughing, ignoring the rush of heat in your cheeks.

"Oh, shut up."

"Honestly, I think it doesn't have to be weird if we're fine that it happened. I mean, the both of us are living our own lives and are in a different stage with our relationships." he tells you once your laughs calm down, voice tender but serious at the same time.

"Yeah, I guess you're right," You knew he would always send comfort to your rather overthinking mind."Speaking of our relationships. Do you think I could invite Haneul for New Year's Eve?" you ask, meaning to ask him this for quite some time as you and Haneul talked about your plans for Christmas and NYE a few days ago.

He said he'd spent it with his friends, usually partying, but now he'd like to spend it with you. So, you thought Haneul could join you and your friends. Jungkook is bringing Kiko, Jin has a wife and probably everyone else is bringing a plus one.

Jungkook starts the engine, glancing at you for a moment as he opens his mouth. "Yeah, why not," he shrugs, one of the songs by Billie Eilish already playing from the speakers as you grin at him excitedly. "I'd like to meet the guy anyway." he mutters, causing you to groan.

"No, don't do that." you whine, "Stop acting like my dad."

Jungkook cackles, scrunching his nose as he drives from the underground garage to the main road. "I'm not, I just can't wait to meet him."

It's been around a week since you've told Jungkook about Haneul. You've told him pretty much at the very beginning about him, after your first or second date. You've never had any secrets with Jungkook (minus the incident with your car) and you often tell him things he could live without not knowing, so sharing your private life with him is like a daily routine. Sharing a new person in your life is quite big news, even though you haven't made a big deal out of it and simply told him you're seeing someone while talking with him on the phone.

He hasn't had a huge reaction, nor were you expecting one as he asked about Haneul and how you met him. So you told him everything, from how you went and what an amazing guy he is.

"Don't," you whine through a giggle again, "If you're gonna try to intimidate him, I swear to god. Haneul is such a sweet guy."

"He better be, or I'll kick his ass." Jungkook says, making you laugh again as you start groaning.

"You won't be kicking any ass. Haneul will pass your vibe check, I just know it, he's great. He's treating me right and brings me roses every time he sees me, even though I told him specifically he doesn't have to do that. How sweet is that?"

"Don't you prefer peonies over roses?"

"Not the point," you grit through your teeth, ignoring Jungkook's proud smirk. "He really is great." you gush over your boyfriend again, sighing a content smile as Jungkook snorts under his breath.

"Alright, alright, I get your point. I wasn't trying to intimidate him, by the way," You cock your brow at him, pursing your lips. "I'm just saying I'll let him know what happens if he hurts you."

Rolling your eyes, you hide your smile by looking out of the window. "Alright, alright, Mr. Jeon."

He rolls his eyes playfully, snickering under his breath. There's a beat of silence for a moment, Jungkook silently singing along to Billie's song while thrumming his tattooed fingers against the top of the steering wheel. "You know," he glances at you when he stops at the red light, giving you a toothed grin. "Maybe we could go on a double date."

You see how the corner of his lips twitches when he sees your glare. "Don't push it." you murmur through clenched teeth, fighting off a smile when you hear Jungkook's bubbly laugh as he steps on the engine as soon as there's a green light.

The rest of the ride is spent with Jungkook's soft singing and brief conversations. Jungkook is leaving for Busan in two days, taking some editing work with him to spend more time with his family. From what you understood, he's going alone. Not that it matters whether Kiko is going too or not. She went to Busan to spend Christmas with Jungkook and his family last year. It looks like they've decided to spend this holiday separately. You're not sure if she's going to Japan for a few days, probably not since it wouldn't be that convenient considering you're going on NYE trip on 28th and maybe her family is coming instead of her. Well, if she's going to Japan she could stay there and not come back.

You almost cackle loudly at your bitter thoughts, knowing if Jungkook could hear them he would be disappointed. But not surprised, right?

Somehow the universe seems to have its own twisted way of punishing you with endless and bitter thoughts about Kiko, it seems like God or whoever is up there loves her, because your eyes almost bulge out at the sight of Haneul in front of your apartment building. You don't notice him, not until Jungkook parks his car and the two of you get out of it.

He waves at you with a bright grin, your eyes widening as Jungkook follows your line of vision. He hasn't seen Haneul yet, he hasn't even met him in the first place. You thought your best friend meeting your boyfriend will wait until the NYE trip, that's what you hoped for. It's not like you don't want them to meet. Considering your previous conversation with Jungkook, you feel like you haven't made it clear enough for Jungkook to save his protective persona. You're more nervous for Haneul meeting Jungkook than Haneul himself, who's already walking towards you with the still same bright smile.

It's even worse when you both stand in front of the truck, Jungkook opening it as he turns to you, lips already curved in a satisfied smirk. "Looks like I'm meeting your little boyfriend."

You frown, ready to tell him to piss off and maybe threaten him a little (not that it'd help but you'd still feel better), but it's too late when you hear Haneul.

"Hey, I was just about to ring you." Haneul says when he's in a closer proximity.

You give him a smile, taking a few steps towards him as he welcomes you with a sweet peck. You shyly pull away. "Hey, I thought you'd come later." you tell him lightly, seeing him shrug as he hides his hands into his burgundy jacket pockets.

You made plans to hang out one last time before you depart to your hometown to see your family. He was supposed to come in half an hour.

"Yeah, my class finished earlier," he simply answers, eyes shining as he's looking at you with that adorable smile. You're about to say something, your own lips curled in an adoring smile but before you can open your mouth, Haneul's eyes shift to Jungkook.

Jungkook naturally came up in your conversation on one of the dates when you were talking about your and Haneul's friends. He has a very important place in your life, he's your best friend after all and you don't have any reason not to mention him. You still remember Haneul's interested expression when you told him your best friend is a guy. When you started talking about Jungkook and your friendship, he quickly understood that you and him are very close.

Yet, not even once he questioned your friendship and looked like he's suspecting anything, like most of your friends or people who simply don't believe in a friendship between a woman and a man. He even told you that's cool, since most of your friends are guys. One of the reasons Haneul is so understanding and sweet. He's different and very kind.

The topic of you and Jungkook hooking up before hasn't been the right topic for any of your dates. You weren't about to spill your private sexlife at him on one of your first dates while you talked about your friends. You'll tell him, you know you can trust him now that he's your boyfriend. You just wanted to see whether your relationship is going to be something more serious. But not that you're dating, it's only fair for him to know what happened between you and Jungkook.

You would lie if you said you're not slightly frightened about his reaction. But you're not going to keep that away from him, now that he's about to meet Jungkook and probably see him more often. You can kind of relate to Jungkook when he said he can't be between you and Kiko. You're not in the same situation but the thought of them hating each other makes your stomach clench with uneasiness.

Haneul already knew you're with Jungkook, shopping for some last minute presents. Not even once he showed a sign of jealousy or something negative, not even now as he smiles at Jungkook.

"Hey, I'm Haneul." he tells him lightly, grinning as your heart swells at his cuteness. You watch him outstretching his hand towards Jungkook.

You don't realize you're eyeing Jungkook from the side, sending him warning daggers not until he glances at you before he takes Haneul's hand and shakes it.

"Jungkook." he introduces himself simply, giving him a faint smile in greeting.

"I've heard so much about you," Haneul starts, letting out almost like a nervous chuckle, your lips pursing as Jungkook gives you a teasing grin.

"Have you?" he muses, still smirking at you as you roll your eyes. "Glad to know you haven't forgotten me." he teases you, pinching your cheeks as you slap his hands away.

"Don't make me aggressive, Jeon." you warn him, hiding your amused grin as Haneul stares at the odd interaction between you. Still, he's grinning almost amusingly at you both. It's because he probably hasn't seen you being annoyed and this kind of playful before.

"Aggressive, isn't she?" Jungkook looks at Haneul, grinning as he points at you while you slap his finger away.

Haneul laughs, throwing his head back in laughter as he looks at you. "I don't think so, she's totally harmless. Right, princess?" Haneul teases you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders as he pulls you closer. You purse your lips at the pet name, shyly avoiding Jungkook's eyes.

It feels different when he calls you that in front of someone else in your presence – Jungkook out of all people.

"You're in for a wild ride," Jungkook snorts, ignoring your glare as he cackles under his breath. "Should I help you with the bags?" Jungkook asks, holding your shopping bags as you quickly snatch it from him as he starts grinning at your rapid reaction.

"No, you should go," you dismiss him, thanking Haneul as he helps you with the bags. "You already met him, so kindly shoo away."

"Oh come on, don't be so rude," Jungkook feigns a whine, shutting his truck. "I'm not that bad, am I Haneul?" he spreads his arms as if the answer is obvious, looking at Haneul who shakes his head with a breathy laugh.

"That's debatable." you mutter, grinning innocently at Jungkook when his amusement falls and he sends you a glare.

"You see? Women. You drive them home, walk behind them like a puppy for two hours in a shopping center and she gives you this attitude," Jungkook complains, tsking as he playfully looks at you and you snort at his playfulness. "Lucky for you I've somewhere else to be."

"Ah, such a shame." You're the one who feigns a pout this time, devilishly laughing at his glare.

Just like nothing happened, he's outstretching his arms for you as you chuckle and walk into his arms. "Call me when you get to your parents, alright?" he murmurs as he hugs you.

"Uhm," you hum against him, nose digging into his cold and padded jacket. "Say hi to your parents from me."

"Likewise." he says when the two of you pull away.

You nod, waving him off as he's already going back into the car. You and Haneul make your way towards the apartment building, cold spreading on your already red cheeks.

"Well, that was something," Haneul chuckles, aiming at the meeting of Jungkook. "He's a cool guy," You hum, opening the door for the two of you as your kind boyfriend takes all the bags from your hands.

"And a strong one." he adds as you chuckle, frowning in confusion.

"Strong?"

"He almost cut my blood flow when he shook my hand." Haneul chuckles, noticing how you're not surprised, not even a bit.

How could you, Jungkook looked suspiciously fine, so you're not surprised he did something like that.

"I'm sorry about that." you chuckle, pressing the button of the elevator as the door opens and you step in.

"No, it's okay. It's good that he's protective. Luckily for him, you don't need his protection anymore. You've got me." Haneul jokes, wiggling his brows as you giggle before he leans down and kisses your lips.

"Yeah," you breathe out a chuckle, "Just don't tell that in front of him."

You both laugh, making your way to your home. Haneul is the first one to take the shoes off and you kindly ask him to put the shopping bags into your room, warning him not to peek inside since there are some presents for him too. He promises he won't look, cutely grinning at you as he goes to your bedroom. As you're taking off your jacket, your phone vibrates with a new message.

Kook: isn't he too young?

You can hear the teasing in his voice even through the message, knowing he's just being his annoying self. You won't let him get to you. You laugh at the message, thumbs already moving to text him back.

"Fuck you"

His response comes in a few seconds.

Kook: you wish

You gasp at his message before an amused smirk plays on your lips, your thumbs already writing your response.

"Oh wait already done that"

Snorting, you send him the emoji of a middle finger too just for the right measure, shoving your phone into the pocket of your jeans. You just know he's cackling at your response and you shake your head, chuckling to yourself as you follow Haneul, ready to hide your presents until you can safely wrap them.

"...you know what he's like. He basically interrogated me in the middle of dinner. At least he wasn't showing his set of knives this time."

His childhood bedroom is swallowed in darkness and silence as he lays in his empty bed, hand clutching the phone to his ear.

Jungkook laughs at that, trying to silence his laugh by pressing his lips together. Everyone has already gone to bed and the last thing he wants is for his mom to scold him in the morning for being loud.

The story of your dad's knives is quite remarkable. You've never been that kind of daughter to sneak guys to her home when your parents were there, or even if they weren't. From what you've told Jungkook, from the period when you didn't know each other, you weren't that kind of girl to bring any guy to your home. It wasn't intentional, you just didn't really find any guy to invite home.

Even though you don't admit it or think that, you've always been beautiful. You were cute as a kid and beautiful even in your teenage years when most of the kids would have a glow up. You didn't need that. Jungkook has seen your childhood pictures a few times and no matter how many times you waved him off, brushing off his comments whenever you got embarrassed at him for looking at them in the first place.

"Oh god, this is so awkward. How could I have worn that?" You'd always whine, snatching the picture from his hands as you hid it with flushed cheeks.

Everyone thinks they had a bad looking phase, if not – they're lying. Even Jungkook's photos from his own childhood and teenage years are proof of that. He'd had the same reaction whenever his mom showed you those pictures, wanting to snatch them from your hands as he started screaming out of embarrassment.

Cute bunny. That's what you always called him when you saw twelve years old Jungkook with a bad haircut and bunny toothed grin.

However, Jungkook doesn't think you had a bad phase. It's simply true. You've lost your baby fat over your teenage years and even though some pictures might've been cringe-worthy, he didn't see why you were freaking about them so much.

You had to be aware that you're not ugly. The amount of guys that used to bother you with their intrusiveness speaks for it. You hate intrusive people, guys even more.

And whenever you'd mention any guy to your dad, teasing him because you liked his protective dad reactions because they were funny, he'd always show you his knives and inform you how sharp they are. You and Jungkook would always laugh about it, not that Jungkook has witnessed your dad doing that. It's just enough he heard you telling him that.

It became this joke that seemed almost forgotten, until you've just mentioned it.

Your father is a funny guy, he's not some psycho that would actually hurt anyone. Still, like every father, he's protective of his precious daughter that gets her looks from him. Your dad used to be a heartbreaker, not intentionally, his handsomeness even surprised Jungkook when he saw his pictures from a young age. It runs in the family, that's what he thought while looking at your family's pictures.

Apparently, you mentioned Haneul over the Christmas dinner, so your dad asked a lot of questions which is understandable. Now that you're older, your father is more fine with guys being around you.

But instead of trying to snatch any guy that would be able to fall on his knees for you, you always pushed them away. It kind of stuck to you until this day. Having a boyfriend and wanting to have a relationship is different. The amount of guys Jungkook had to push away from you and tell them to fuck off because you found them annoying and kindly asked Jungkook to take care of it whenever you went clubbing, is huge. Sometimes you didn't even have to tell him, all it took was one glance and Jungkook was already on his way to you. On the other hand, men in clubs think they can do anything just because they're out having fun, trying it on every girl. It happens to every girl in the club, not just to you.

Maybe that's one of the reasons you don't enjoy clubbing that much. You do enjoy it when you're drunk and have friends around you. It makes you feel safe.

"How was your Christmas? I saw the photos on Instagram, Haru is so freaking cute." he hears you gush over his little niece, causing Jungkook to smile as he remembers her big eyes and a big smile when she saw all the presents.

Jungwon, Sona and Haru stayed at his parents' house as well. As much as Jungkook loves his family, he's happy there's finally silence and his eardrums are not ready to burst.

"Great," Jungkook chuckles, "Everyone's finally sleeping. As much as I love Haru, she was crying for like half an hour and stopped just like fifteen minutes ago."

The whole time Jungkook was calling with Kiko, Haru cried through most of it and it was so loud that even she could hear it. Mentioning her, Jungkook has told his parents that they got back together when Jungkook's mom was asking about Kiko.

"She should've come here too then!" Jungkook's mom said when she found out.

"She's spending it with her family." Jungkook easily replied which is true. He wasn't lying when he said that.

What his parents don't know is the fact that Jungkook didn't ask her to come to Busan with him. He's happy they're back together, but he also acknowledges there are certain things that are different now and he wanted to spend this year with his family only. Them getting back together still feels fresh in some kind of way. So they talked about it and came to the conclusion it'd be better if they celebrated this family holiday with their own families.

Kiko was fine with it. Something tells him the only reason she was okay with not going with him this year, is the fact that she's probably embarrassed even though Jungkook's parents don't know anything about why they broke up because he didn't tell them.

"She's a baby. Babies cry." He hears you giggle, your own voice hushed meaning you're in your room too and everyone's probably sleeping as well. Well, it's almost midnight so it would make sense.

"I know that," he points out and you can perfectly imagine his frown, thanks to his slightly offended but feigned tone. "I kinda wish they went home."

"Jungkook!" he hears you exclaim, giggling right after as he starts laughing with you.

"I'm joking, I'm joking!" he exclaims back through his laugh, trying to muffle it with his hand.

You both giggle, trying to calm down. "Listen, I talked with Jin and told him you're bringing a plus one. He's fine with it, just thought you should know."

"Yeah, thanks." He hears the smile of appreciation in your voice.

The two of you talk for a couple more minutes, voices already sounding tired before you decide to end the almost thirty minutes long call.

"Y/N?" you hear Jungkook murmur, his own voice thick with sleepiness and raspiness as he hears you hum. "Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas, Kook." He hears you smile, already hearing you falling asleep as he ends the call, finally allowing himself to rest.

That is until he hears Haru's cries from the other room again, causing him to sigh as he lies on the side, grabbing one of the pillows and pressing it onto his ear. Yeah, he wasn't lying when he said he wishes they went home.

"Bring your boyfriend sometimes."

Those were the words your dad said to you once you were leaving, ready to go back to Seoul. Your boyfriend. You're not surprised he didn't say his name, knowing your dad it was his way of teasing you or he simply forgot what his name is. At least your mom playfully rolled her eyes, swatting her husband in the chest.

"What he means by that, is that we'd love to meet him sometimes." she corrected, glancing at her husband with raised brow as you snorted.

You might not live with them anymore, but you know them very well. Especially your father and his tactics and role of being a protective dad.

"Don't give me that look," you told him, tugging your suitcase with you. "There's no need to be protective, even when you meet him. Jungkook made sure of that."

"I've always liked him." Your dad said, the words aimed at Jungkook as you simply chuckled at how relieved he seemed to look, knowing there is at least one person being as protective of you as your father.

However, you're not sure what your dad would think if he saw you right now.

The moans ripple from your throat, your cheek pressed against your pillow as you spread your legs even further apart to give Haneul enough space for him to thrust deeper. Now is definitely not the time to think about your father and their possible future meeting, you plan on introducing him to your parents and family. That can wait though.

After you came back to Seoul, relaxed and fully excited to see Haneul again, you met the same day you arrived back home. He came with a bouquet of roses, welcomed you with a kiss as you both started talking about your Christmas and the days you were apart. You exchanged Christmas presents too, your heart swelling at Haneul's cuteness as he kept smiling whenever you opened one of his presents for you. One thing led to another and things got much more heated which slowly led to Haneul confessing that he's ready and if you want him, he'd love to take another step into your relationship.

Maybe you're moving too quickly, although you don't think about it that way. Everything you do together seems natural and you both enjoy it. So, you agreed. That night you took Haneul's virginity while riding him before he fully dived into the world of sex and orgasms. And you've been more than happy to cooperate, desperate for his touch too.

"Let's do it again." Were his words when you brought him his first orgasm that night, your own orgasm ripped away from you since he came much faster than all those times when you gave him a blowjob.

There was nothing embarrassing about it. It's the first time he has ever experienced that feeling of being inside someone else and you made sure he knew that, showered him with kisses on his red cheeks and face full of embarrassment.

"You should take a break." you laughed at his determination of having sex again.

Twenty minutes later and you were doing it again, this time Haneul taking the control as he lasted longer and snapped that knot in your stomach, finally bringing an orgasm to your eager self.

A day later and you still can't keep your hands from each other. Haneul has stayed at your place ever since you've come back from your parents' house and those days have been spent with nothing but sex and constant cuddling. Since he's free from classes, thanks to the winter break, he brought some of his clothes to your place as you'll straight go from here to the cabin to celebrate New Year's Eve and spend a few days there to just relax. Your departure is scheduled tomorrow, still having two days to settle down in the cabin before the New Year's Eve comes.

The buzzing of your phone shakes you out from the pleasure as you groan, reaching for your phone. Haneul stops, still staying inside of you as he peeks at you from his fucked out state. You look at your phone, eyes widening at the name flashing on the screen.

Jungkook.

For some reason, your stomach drops at the absurd situation of him calling you right now while you're in the middle of something. You ignore the call, turning off the buzzing by pressing your volume button as you turn to Haneul.

"It's Jungkook," you explain, "I'll just call him back later."

He nods, leaning down to kiss you before he starts pulling out before he thrusts. You make yourself comfortable, the side of your face meeting the softness of your pillow as you sigh in content as the pleasure slowly builds back in.

He's barely in his third thrust as your phone starts to buzz again.

"Continue." you tell him over your shoulder, hearing him groan in response as he listens to you.

You do the same thing, turning off the buzzing. This way you don't cancel the call, Jungkook is just going to think you're not answering because you don't have your phone with you. Having sex while your phone keeps buzzing would be distracting anyways, so it's better to turn the buzzing off. Putting your phone back on your nightstand, you moan as Haneul's length brushes against your sensitive spot while he groans at your walls tightening around him.

"Crap, I don't know how much I'll last." he groans, hands gripping your hips as you moan in response.

You feel yourself getting there, orgasm approaching as you clutch your sheets between your hands, telling Haneul you're close. He picks up the pace, bottom lip tucked between your lips, you encourage him to go harder before your phone starts to buzz again. The two of you groan at the same time, Haneul stopping his movements and this way your orgasm is gone in a second. Your lips curl in disappointment and frustration.

"Just answer him." Haneul sighs, pulling out of you, his length slapping against his abdomen as you bite your bottom lip at the sight.

Freaking Jeon. You sigh, reaching for your phone as you accept the call, already pressing it to your ear.

"Yah, where are you?" Jungkook speaks as soon as he notices you've accepted the call, his Busan accent coming through as you snicker.

"Hello to you too," you say ironically, chuckling right after. "Sorry, I was busy." you murmur, glancing over your shoulder at Haneul whose lips quirk up in a smirk, mimicking your own as you suppress the giggle that wants to ripple from your throat.

"Busy doing what?"

And he calls you curious.

"Just packing my stuff." you reply, clearing your throat as you feel Haneul's hands on your spine slowly coming to your ass cheeks.

You glance at him, raising his brow as he innocently shrugs and just traces his fingers on your exposed skin. Your thighs are starting to ache from the now awkward position as you hear Jungkook's voice again.

"I was just calling and checking in with you. Who are you driving with? We still have space in my car, I was wondering if you want to go with us." The caution in his voice is noticeable but somehow he remains soft and calm.

As much as you'd love to ride with Jungkook, knowing the rides in his car are always better than the chaotic duo consisting of Taehyung and Jimin. However, the thought of you spending a four hour long ride with Kiko in the same car is a huge no. You'd rather walk there than share a car with her. You get the feeling Jungkook knows that, that's why he sounds so cautious, but at the same time he's his usual self, sweet and caring, to ask just in case you'd want to go with them.

"Oh, no it's fine. I already talked to Jimin yesterday and he--ahh," you gasp as you feel Haenul's length pressing back inside you as you stare at him with widened eyes.

Index finger on his lips, he tells you silently to keep quiet as you bite your lip.

"You good?" Jungkook asks unsurely, the worry in his voice obvious as you feel your heart beating fast against your ribcage.

"Yeah, yeah, what was I saying," you nervously chuckle, biting into your lip again as Haneul picks up the pace. Fuck, you hope he doesn't hear the sound of your and Haneul's skin slapping, even though he still holds somehow steady and not that fast pace, so the sounds of your explicit actions are minimal.

"Oh yeah, I talked to Jimin and we're going with them. They still have two places left, so..." you trail off. Not from the awkwardness of declining Jungkook's kind offer, but from the fact Haneul reaches down between your legs and circles your sensitive bud of nerves.

You gasp into the pillow, momentarily forgetting Jungkook's on the phone as you hear your name coming from his lips. The low and slow tone as he says it completely goes unnoticed by you, until you hear him again.

"What are you doing?"

It's a simple question, yet the knowing tone in his voice causes your stomach to drop for the second time as you clear your tone. Your instinct reacts automatically, the need to get an orgasm is strong as you embrace yourself to keep your voice steady which you're doing an awful job at.

"I gotta go, I'll call you later." And you end the call before he can utter a single word, tossing your phone away as Haneul gets rougher and faster with each thrust.

The slight embarrassment comes right after you come around Haneul's length, his own orgasm filling up the condom as he goes to dispose himself off it as you lay on your back, staring at your plain ceiling. Jungkook's low tone rings in your ears and with each passing second you realize that fuck, Jungkook just maybe heard you while you were having sex with your boyfriend. There's a chance he probably didn't know what you were doing.

Yet, it's his voice and that tone stuck in your mind for the rest of the night. You don't call him back that night. He doesn't either.

Jimin and Taehyung come to pick you up the next morning, stuffing Jimin's almost full truck with your and Haneul's suitcases for a good five minutes until it can be shut. Just like you predicted and already knew, riding in the same car as Taehyung, it's guaranteed there won't be a minute of silence. The four hour ride is long, mainly filled with Taehyung's passionate and loud singing that to be fair, makes even you laugh. The social butterfly he is, once Jimin scolds him and tells him to shut up, he starts to make conversation with Haneul who's sitting right behind him, politely and friendly answering any of Taehyung's curious questions.

Thankfully, he doesn't bring up Jungkook and you 'dating' which makes your stomach clench uneasy for the entire ride. You still need to tell him it was all fake, before he could accidentally spill it out and before you can tell Haneul about it. Fortunately, whenever Jungkook's name somehow pops up in one of Taehyung's stories, he doesn't mention anything about you and him. Even Jimin gives you a thoughtful look in the rear mirror while he's driving, giving you a slight smile.

It's not until you've to make a stop at the gas station because Taehyung drank a lot of water and needs to use the restroom, that Jimin turns to you and gives you an assuring smile. While Haneul went to grab and buy some snacks for everyone, it's only you and Jimin in the car.

"I told Tae not to bring up you and Jungkook 'dating'," He even makes air quotes which makes you chuckle, "I just told him it might be uncomfortable for you and Haneul too if he brought that up."

"Thanks Jiminie," you give him a smile, "You're a literal sweetheart." you tell him honestly, fully realizing his kindness.

"I know it's not any of my business, but I think you should tell him soon if that's what you're still planning to do. You know Tae, sometimes he doesn't realize he spilled something after it's done."

It's true. You love Taehyung and you know he's having your back just as much as Jimin does. The only difference between him and Jimin is that Taehyung means no harm but has a big mouth especially when he's enjoying himself, meaning whenever there's alcohol. There's no doubt there will be lots of it once you arrive at Seokjin's cabin.

"Yeah, I know," you sigh, "I'll tell him as soon as it's possible." you promise more to yourself than Jimin, already seeing Haneul and Taehyung laughing while walking out of the gas station with a huge bag full of snacks.

Surely, that was Taehyung's idea.

The rest of the ride is more calm while Taehyung stuffs his mouth with snacks, silently listening to the casual conversation happening between you, Jimin and Haneul. It's until Jimin informs everyone that you're five minutes from the cabin, that you pay more attention to your surroundings. The road is snowy but Jimin manages to drive safely and slowly up the hill. You can see a few cabins along the way until you ride more up the hill, the place more separated from the rest of the cabins.

You can already see a few cars parked in front of the wooden cabin, recognizing Jungkook's car almost immediately as your eyes widen.

"This is the cabin?" you ask, staring at it completely thrown off by its appearance. It's massive.

You knew it'd be a bigger size since a lot of you are coming and from what you've heard from Jungkook, there are enough rooms for two people sharing one bedroom. You didn't expect this cabin to be so big and modern, reminding you of those cabins they portray in American movies. It even has a set of huge windows in the middle of it, if it weren't for the daylight you'd be able to see inside. If this looks so magical from the outside, you're not sure how beautiful it must look inside. Even the huge trees behind it make it even more magical and breathtaking.

"Yeah, Jin's parents are loaded if you couldn't tell." Jimin answers, chuckling as he parks behind Jungkook's black Mercedes.

Everyone unbuckles their seatbelts, not wasting any time to just sit in the car and admire the surroundings behind a window. Jimin opens the truck, handing everyone their suitcases as Taehyung starts waving at Hoseok and Jin who are standing in the distance. They wave at him, or at everyone as Taehyung rushes with his suitcase to meet his friends.

"Tae, you forgot your bag!" Jimin shouts at him, holding Taehyung's duffel bag but the younger one easily ignores him even though he obviously heard him. "Dumbass." Jimin mutters, earning a giggle from you.

Haneul helps you with your suitcase, grinning at you when you look at him to thank him with a smile on your lips. He's already holding his own suitcase that Jimin so kindly handed him. When everyone has their suitcases and travel bags, leaving the truck empty, Jimin shuts it.

"Hey, you guys made it!"

You glance at Jungkook who's happily grinning and walking towards you. He's wearing a dark green sweatshirt with black jeans, his favorite black padded jacket unzipped which you'd usually scold him about considering it's cold.

"Hey, yeah, we had to make a stop at the gas station because someone had to drink the whole water bottle." Jimin ironically snickers, already annoyed at Taehyung for leaving his stuff for Jimin to carry as Jungkook's eyes look at you.

You quickly jump into action, shaking your head. "Don't look at me, it wasn't me. It was Taehyung." Jungkook chuckles at your quick need to clarify.

"Obviously," he playfully rolls his eyes, stretching his arms to hug you as you hug him back. He does the same thing with Jimin as he helps him with Taehyung's bag, giving a nod to Haneul in greeting. "Everyone's mostly settled, so you should pick your rooms fast."

Jin is already approaching you, welcoming everyone with a bright smile as he shares his enthusiasm with everyone coming.

"Come, I'll show you the cabin and you can pick any free room." he offers, taking the bag from Jungkook's hands.

In the distance, you notice Namjoon walking into the cabin with a woman next to him as they hold hands. Oh, you totally forgot he has a girlfriend. It's nice to see him again. Even though you've only seen him once, the camping trip is still very memorable in your mind for many reasons, Namjoon is a cool guy. He was very easy to talk to and very sweet, which you don't get those vibes from a lot of people, especially when it's the first time you meet them.

"Hey, I got you something. Can I steal you for a moment?" Jungkook asks, eyes focused on you as you respond with a nod.

"Will you pick our room please? I'll be right there in a second." you tell Haneul, taking your suitcase from his hands insisting he doesn't have to carry it since his hands are already full with his suitcase and your travel bag. The least you can do is take care of your suitcase.

"Yeah, sure." he smiles, leaning down to kiss you which you happily welcome as Jin calls out for him.

"There will be lots of time to be all lovey-dovey, come on!" Jin yells at Haneul, causing him to blush as Jimin's bubbly laugh resounds. You catch him slapping Jin's arm teasingly while the older cackles loudly, leading them to the cabin when Haneul catches up to them.

"What's up?" you ask Jungkook as he wraps his hand around your wrist and gently tugs you towards his car.

"I wanted to give you this later, but I've been driving this in my car for a few days. Plus, I think you might put a good use to one of those things." he answers, cheekily grinning at you as he opens his own truck.

Not going to lie, you're kind of unsure about what to expect. The last time he surprised you with a gift... he shocked you too much with it. However, you couldn't put a good use to that gift. Not without him which was so freakin frustrating that you wanted to smack it against the wall. It's safely hidden underneath your bed for no one to see.

You look into the truck, seeing nicely wrapped up presents as your features soften, already staring at Jungkook. "You brought me Christmas presents?"

Presents. Not a present that you and Jungkook agreed on, since you don't want him to waste his money on you by buying you multiple things. You're both too stubborn not to buy anything for each other, so you settled on one present instead. Looks like he can't keep his promise while he just innocently grins as if he could read your mind. He doesn't have to, your expression says it all which you're completely oblivious about.

"You can unwrap them later," he says, taking one of the presents that is wrapped in gold wrapping with little snowmans on it. "I think you could use this one though."

You take it, quirking your brow at him, still not approving he bought you more than one present. But Jungkook doesn't care, nudging his head in the direction of his present to urge you to open it. You do, the glimpse of light yellow fabric is just enough to give you a clue what it is. Your mind is already going back to that time you've last seen him, as you shopped for Christmas presents.

"Wow, this is cute!" you call out, nudging Jungkook to get him out of your way as your eyes stay focused on the light yellow knitted sweater that's hanging on the rack.

You hear Jungkook snickering but he follows you, getting to you as you're already reaching for it and examining it from close. "Isn't it pretty?" you ask, eyes sparking as you look at Jungkook.

"It is." he says simply, causing you to roll your eyes at the lack of his reaction. Typical man.

You dive your hand into the sweater, trying to find the price tag which takes a few seconds as you pull it out and check the price. The price spills out of your mouth in a shocked and disapproving manner as you scoff.

"Are they serious? They want this much for a simple sweater?"

The truth is, the sweater is completely soft and without doubt warm for this cold weather. You could probably afford it, but you're trying to save as much money as you can for your car and presents for your friends and family. That's the main priority right now. Besides, you've a lot of clothes and this sweater for its price is just not worth it.

"It's not even that pretty. Just put it back." Jungkook says, taking the sweater from your hands as he hangs it back while you pout.

You want to argue with him that it is pretty but you know you don't need it. So you just sigh, focusing on finding a decent present for Jimin as you already make your way towards the men section. Jungkook trails behind you like he's been doing for the past hour.

"You bought me that sweater?" you almost yell, eyes widening at Jungkook who seems to be genuinely happy to see your reaction as he bites into his lower lip and nods. "But I thought it's not that pretty." you tease him, glancing at him as he innocently grins.

"I just said that so you'd put it back," That explains while he took it from your hands before you could even take one last glance at it. "I went back to buy it after I drove you home."

Your heart warms at the new information, your shoulders slouching as you pout at his kindness. You can't believe he went back and bought it for you. The price was ridiculous for such a piece of fabric, even though you secretly love it. Well, maybe not that secretly judging from the way your eyes sparkle when you look at the sweater. It's not the fact you actually got it. It's the fact Jungkook put the effort to buy it for you, not caring about the price or the fact he had to go back to the shopping center after walking around there with you for two hours.

"You're such an idiot." you murmur, sniffling as he starts laughing at your current state.

"One way to show your gratitude." he jokes, causing you to glare at him.

"It was too expensive." you point out. Of course, you're grateful he bought it for you. You'd be grateful nevertheless of what he'd buy you. You don't like when people spend their money on you and Jungkook tends to do that a lot. With your approaching birthday, you're not sure what he'll buy you then.

You always try to buy him something useful and of course, something he'd love to have. But it's incredibly hard to buy him something since most of the things he wants, he simply buys for himself. When he had his birthday in September, you invited him to dinner, a Korean barbeque, along with Taehyung and Jimin and gave him a cute bunny key-chain. It was after you went back home and stumbled on this open shop with stupid but cute things. Taehyung went there immediately, so the three of you waited outside for him as you just browsed through the rack of key-chains outside. You joked the bunny looks like Jungkook which he rolled his eyes at but grinned nevertheless of you teasing him. It's not something he'd obviously buy for himself and it's not something useful. But you went inside and bought it for him.

"It can be your lucky charm." you simply told him when you gave it to him.

He grinned cutely, scrunched his nose as always as he put the keychain onto his keys, dangling with it in the air.

"I don't care," Jungkook tells you, ignoring your comment of the sweater being too expensive. "I even washed it for you."

That's true. There's no trace of the price tag, which is usually cut off anyways before you give it to someone as a gift. But as you bring the sweater to your nose, you recognize Jungkook's fabric softener right away and you gush at the sweet but soft smell.

"Thank you." you tell him, pulling from the sweater as you hug him.

He laughs, hugging you back. "It's nothing."

"It's not nothing, Kook," you murmur against him, pulling away. "I've got your presents with me too."

Yes, Jungkook isn't the only one who thought about this. He's also not the only one who bought more presents than just one. You're guilty too, but only because you had a suspicion he'll do this.

Jungkook playfully rolls his eyes, snickering at you as you proudly grin at him, your face screaming 'See? You're not the only one'.

"We can just unwrap the rest of it later, with Tae and Jimin too." you think out loud which Jungkook nods to, agreeing with you since he brought their presents with him too.

Jimin and Taehyung have also brought their presents for you and Jungkook too, so like every year, you're going to unwrap them too and witness their reactions to your presents while unwrapping them.

You clutch Jungkook's present to your chest, ready to join the others until Jungkook stops you with a soft 'hey', his hand grabbing your wrist. Staring at him curiously, you hum in response.

"What was that call earlier?" he asks, your throat getting dry right away as you're trying to keep your natural and automatic reaction at bay.

You can't read Jungkook's expression at all, it seems like he's asking you a casual thing but in reality, he's mentioning yesterday's call. He definitely heard something, you're not sure if he knows or not, but all you can do is act like nothing happened. The fact he's bringing this out of nowhere makes you embarrassed because this has never happened before. You wouldn't care about it if he didn't just bring it up.

"I don't know what you're talking about." you tell him casually, lips pressed in a tight line as he lets go off your wrist with an amused chuckle. Okay, he definitely sees right through you. What did you expect, right?

Still, you don't give him that satisfaction of giving him a reaction as you hold your head high and raise a brow at him.

"You're awful at lying, I told you that many times." he jokes, shaking his head at you as a frown makes its way to your face. "Lighten up, I'm just teasing you."

Still, you clench your jaw in the same embarrassment as you can feel your cheeks heathen up. Thank god for the cold outside, your cheeks are already red from it.

"I'm not lying." you pathetically state, knowing he doesn't believe you a single word as he chuckles again. Lowly and deep.

Your breath catches in your throat when he leans towards you, lips dangerously close to your ear as you can feel his hot breath against your skin.

"I think you forgot that I know how you sound when you're getting fucked."

If it could be realistic, your jaw would hit the floor at how easy he says it, your heart almost jumping out of your chest as your insides tremble with something you can't put your finger on. Is it an embarrassment? Excitement from the words he just said to you? Why would you be excited? That doesn't make sense. Jungkook has a great way of talking and choosing his words, making anyone flustered.

"Hey, there you are!"

Before you can try to get some word mess out of your mouth, there's a feminine voice you recognize in a second coming your way. You look behind Jungkook to find Kiko approaching you, wearing just a cardigan as she hugs it closer to herself. Great, just what you needed right now.

You're still in shock from Jungkook's honesty and bluntness to fully grasp the fact, there's Kiko approaching the two of you until she stands beside Jungkook.

"I was waiting for you, I already picked our room," Kiko smiles at Jungkook, directing her brown eyes to glance at you. "Hi, Y/N." she says, somehow cautiously and you'd mentally snicker at how careful she seems to be while facing you again, if your head wasn't screaming at Jungkook's bluntness. Your own eyes stare at Jungkook who simply watches you waiting for you to say something.

"Hi," you let out a dry greeting, not even hiding the fact you're not pleased to be in her company. "I should pick our room too." you murmur, walking away from them with an annoyed huff as you hear Jungkook sigh.

"What are you doing here in the cold wearing just this? You'll get sick." he scolds Kiko gently and when you glance across your shoulder, you see him pulling her closer to his side to warm her up.One glance at them and you're ready to fume, especially at the sight of her in her full princess and innocent glory. Just great. When you thought you could actually make it through this trip without feeling annoyed.

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under the monaco moonlight - vampire!au

pairing/s: Gasly!Reader x unnamed!bf, Vampire!Charles Leclerc x Gasly!Reader, Platonic!Pierre Gasly x Gasly!Sister!Reader, Platonic!Arthur Leclerc x Gasly!Reader

c/w: Implied smut, attempt of sexual assault, brief shitty descriptions of violence, bad ending??

w/c: 1.7k

summary: Charles Leclerc is in love with the forbidden fruit, or his best friends sister Y/N Gasly and can't control his instincts when she's in trouble.

a/n: no one asked for this but I might do a part two if anyones interested x

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Charles knew this was wrong.

You were his childhood best friends little sister, but he couldn't help himself from watching the way your hips swayed in time to the music which blared over the speakers, your mini skirt - Which he knew your brother would not be happy seeing you in - rising higher up your thighs as you moved. He knew that it was wrong to think of himself between your thighs, pleasuring you in ways which you'd never been before, satisfying you unlike how the boy you were grinding against would.

He needed you so bad it hurt.

If his heart were beating he was sure he'd feel it ache in desire for you.

He stood by Arthur, his eyes trained on you as his jaw clenched and he tightly gripped the glass he'd been nursing as he watched you, so tight that he would surely smash the glass into tiny pieces if he held it any harder. He feared if he pursued you any more than he had, then your heart would end up in the same way as the glass could, he feared he'd fall too in love with you and sink his teeth too far into your neck, leaving you helpless and bleeding. He'd never be able to explain himself to Pierre, how could be explain what he had done to his best friends precious baby sister? Your one night fling weeks ago had become a regular thing, despite you being adamant that you loved your boyfriend, but any time you and him had sex, all you could do was think about was Charles, how good he made you feel, how deliciously full you felt when he was inside you, the way that he left you stumbling the next day; scrambling for an excuse to try and satisfy your boyfriend.

"You are staring at her again, Charles," Arthur chided his older brother, he knew just how in love with you Charles was, but also knew that he'd never let himself love you properly for the fear of hurting you. Sleeping with you and being the other man would have to suffice for now.

"No I am not," Charles defended himself quickly, too quickly for Arthur to believe him. "I'm just...keeping an eye on her with that stupid boy. Pierre asked me to." Arthur chuckled at Charles' excuses. The two Leclerc's watched as you turned and faced your boyfriend, giggling as you pressed a small kiss on his lips and heading off to the bathroom, entrusting him with your drink - Which would be your first mistake of the night. Charles watched as you weaved your way through the mass crowd of the club towards the bathroom and flitted his attention back to that of your boyfriend, watching as he emptied a sachet of white powder into your drink.

"Charles?" Arthur nudged him, trying to see what had gained his brothers attention but Charles' attention was otherwise diverted away from his little brother. How dare this boy violate your trust like this?

"Fucker, I'm going to kill him," Charles went to storm off, but Arthur grabbed him before he could do any harm to your boyfriend. "Arthur let me go. He's going to hurt her." He backed off, noticing that Charles' eyes were no longer their usual green colour, now a deep, dark red. His eyes scanned the crowd, seeing you standing back with your boyfriend, now looking disoriented and swaying on your feet, putting up no argument as he grabbed your hand and dragged you through the crowd with no regard to you stumbling over your feet in your high heels.

Charles weaved his way through the crowd, blood and adrenaline pumping through his veins as the music continued to pound through the speakers and coloured lights flashed and illuminated the otherwise dark club that he was in. Making his way outside, his pale skin shone under the Monaco moonlight, eyes scanning for you anywhere in the crowd gathered outside of the club.

"No, I don't feel good," He heard you whining from a dark alleyway a couple of streets down, your voice thick with tears and fear. You felt like you were dying, you were hot one minute, cold the next, your stomach was halfway up your throat ready to be thrown up at any minute, and you didn't have the strength to defend yourself against your boyfriend. You wanted to go home, you wanted Pierre to come and get you and make sure that this boy was too scared to ever look in your general direction ever again. "(Name), please stop, I don't feel well." You pleaded, futilely trying to push him off of you, your eyes welling up with tears as he pushed his knee in between your legs.

"It won't hurt as much if you stop struggling, pretty girl."

That sent Charles over the edge. He promised Pierre that he wouldn't let anything happen to you and now you needed help. Before he could hurt you any further, he was pulled off of you, hitting the wall opposite with a grunt.

Charles loomed over him, his teeth bared and eyes red.

Drowning out the sound of your crying and whimpering, Charles let his instinct take over, tearing into your pathetic excuse of a boyfriend as you screamed and cried, unsure if you were really seeing this or if you were hallucinating. You covered your eyes as you cried, shielding yourself from the violent attack happening in front of you.

Charles huffed he stood back up, wiping blood away from the side of his mouth and turning back to face you, his stomach dropping as he saw your distraught and distressed state. Panicking, he pulled your hands away from your face hoping that his familiarity would in some way calm you down - but the sight of your brothers best friend with red eyes and a face covered in your boyfriends blood only pushed your fear.

"No! Let go of me! Someone help me!" You screamed out, trying in vain to push Charles off of you so you could find someway to get back home. Charles, in a further panic, pressed his hand onto your mouth to silence your screaming.

"Please calm down, ange, it's all okay, I promise," Charles tried to calm you, even if it appeared to be without any result as you continued struggling to try and get away from him. "Please, please just calm down and let me explain, just let me talk to you." Looking into Charles eyes, you found yourself feeling more and more at ease, still despite your efforts to get away from him. His stomach sunk as he realised he'd unintentionally tranced you, leaving you at his mercy.

"Charles, what...what's going on?" You dazedly asked him, slumping forward into his embrace and leaning your head on his shoulder, leaving your neck perfectly exposed to him; Charles found months and years of self-control withering away, he'd never allowed himself to be in such close proximity to you.

"Please not now, Y/N, you need to rest," He tried to persuade you to go to sleep, hoping that under your trance like state that you would. Fighting sleep, you looked up into Charles' red eyes, hoping to find some glimpse of your Charles, not this...blood sucking monster, you wanted your Charles who always made sure to clean you up after your sexual encounters, who made sure that you were still okay with what you were doing, who you knew loved you but for some reason you never knew, could never let himself.

"I love you, Charles," You confessed, pulling his blood soaked face to look at you, even though all he could focus on was the pulse point of your neck, the sound of your blood rushing through your veins was too much for him to take.

He couldn't take it anymore.

You let out a gasp as Charles' fangs pierced through your neck, two sharp pain points flashing and then going numb. You knew that it was futile trying to get away from him, and accepted that if this was how you died, then you were dying in the arms of the man that you loved - even if it meant you'd never see your beloved brother again.

As Arthur made his way outside and up the street to look for where Charles had gone, he stopped in his tracks as he saw you laying almost lifeless in his brothers arms, his teeth well sunk into your neck as the blood had almost been drained from your body and the life drained from you.

"Charles! stop!" He pulled Charles off of you, unsure if you were even still alive. "Oh my God, Charles, you have to help her." Arthur checked your neck where Charles had bitten you, feeling a faint pulse.

"No, I can't, Pierre will kill me, Arthur," Charles was near hyperventilating, and looked at Arthur confused as he let out a chuckle and shook his head.

"Oh, and you think he won't kill you when someone finds her here dead and you have to explain to Pierre that it was you, and that you left her here like a coward because you can't control yourself?!" The two brothers were now panicking, despite being in some way immortal, they were terrified of Pierre, your older brother was fiercely defensive over you. Acting quickly and moving beside you once more, Charles bit into his wrist, piercing the vein and watching as his blood slowly trickled out, much darker and thicker than your own, and put his wrist at your mouth, forcing you to drink his blood despite your very weak protests.

"We'll take her back to my place, tell Pierre she met a friend and she's staying there for the night, deal?"

"Deal."

#f1 x reader #f1 imagine #f1 fanfic #f1 fic #formula 1 #charles leclerc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc angst #sebastian vettel #charles leclerc x you #charles leclerc imagine #vampire!au #vampire!Charles leclerc #pierre gasly x sister!reader #pierre gasly x reader #arthur leclerc x reader #arthur leclerc #supernatural au

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Hot and Bothered | Huang Renjun

Summary: Normally, you and Renjun can't keep your hands off each other. But tonight, he's acting strange...

Genre: Established relationship AU, boyfriend! Renjun, fluff

Word Count: 0.5k

You and Renjun piled through the door of your apartment. You were both sweaty from clubbing all night.

Renjun’s chestnut hair was sticking out in all directions, and his shirt was half open, exposing firm brown abs. You had a sparkly pink flower garland around your neck.

Renjun collapsed on the bed, limbs spread everywhere. His skin gleamed with sweat.

You caught sight of his delicious muscles. Suddenly, you couldn’t keep your hands off him.

You crawled onto the bed, straddling him, and kissed him feverishly. Renjun began kissing you back, with just as much passion, intertwining his fingers in your hair – but then he stopped.

Renjun pulled away, rolling to one side and rubbing one arm. “Actually, I’m, uh- kind of tired,” he said.

Only, from the way he wouldn’t meet your eye, you had a feeling it was something more.

“Are you sure?” You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair. “You’re the one who said that 2AM is early.”

Renjun quickly glanced at you, then looked away. “Let’s just go to bed.”

Renjun flicked off the lamp. Then he crawled under the duvet and turned away from you. You could just make out the slender curve of Renjun’s shoulders in the moonlight.

Renjun’s rejection stung like a slap. Why was he not into you? Was it because your hair was a mess and your make up was smudged? You frowned.

Renjun buried his head in his hands, groaning. “You’re gonna laugh at me!”

Placing a tentative hand on Renjun’s shoulder, you said. “Junnie, you can talk to me. Is everything okay?”

“Fine,” he said. “I’m… afraid that I… don’t smell the best.”

“I’m not,” you promised.

Renjun roared. “You said you wouldn’t laugh!”

A startled laugh left your lips. “That’s all?” You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding. Renjun wasn’t judging you, he was insecure about himself!

“I’m not laughing at you, I just can’t believe you’d even think about that!”

You squeezed Renjun in your arms. The scent of his sweat was magic to you – sweet, salty and utterly Renjun.

“Your smell… is the sexiest thing about you,” you said. “And anyway, I would kiss you even if you were covered in mud, you hadn’t showered in three weeks-“

“I get the point!” Renjun said. He peeked at you, and you both started laughing.

As you calmed down, you realised that Renjun was staring at you with that serious yet playful look you knew meant he was turned on.

“So, my sweat’s sexy, huh?” Renjun murmured.

He leaned in and kissed you so deeply that you realised that before, he had been holding back. You were stunned. The kiss made you dizzy.

“Do that again,” you said as soon as you could breathe again.

Renjun grinned. “Don’t worry, I won’t stop until we work up a sweat again.”

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kitchenisking · 5 months

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Sterek Fic Rec

Thrid Night of Chunnuka

It's Been A Long Time by voidnogitsune - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,524, sterek)

It’s just after his eighteenth birthday when Stiles comes to him, hot and hard and practically begging. His hands are white-knuckled, gripping the steering wheel too tight and Derek doesn’t have to be a werewolf to know what this is about.

Stiles stumbles out of the jeep, wiping his palms on his jeans and catching Derek’s eye in the moonlight. He flails backwards, like he hadn’t known Derek would be there the entire drive up, and Derek just smirks back at him, watches the way his pale skin catches in the light, watches the way he bites his lips until they are dark-pink.

“D-Derek. Fancy seeing you out here tonight.”

Mine by Nival_Vixen - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,046, sterek)

Stiles can't quite believe what's happening. Werewolves, he's fine with. Werewolf rules and obligations, their social hierarchy and rankings, whatever, he can deal. But this? This is something completely foreign to him, and he has no idea how to handle it. Not when someone else is hugging Derek - his Derek - like they mean something to each other.

Long Overdue by tangowhiskey - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,147, sterek)

Stiles is pregnant with Derek's pups. However, he's now overdue, making him tired and irritable. He wants nothing more than for Derek to have sex with him in the hope that it will induce labour. Derek may or may not love the idea.

Weave Soft Spells Over My Sight by AgnesBlue - (Rating: Mature, Words: 51,424, sterek)

Derek had blossomed steadily over the past year, growing into his ears and turning even more handsome, if that were possible. But instead of going out and melting the panties off the girls, suddenly he was coming to Stiles all bashed in, demanding that he patch him up like Stiles was some freelance nurse. It was a familiar pattern by now.

AU in which Stiles has been living with the Hales for a few years as their assistant and friend. He needs to deal with Derek, who keeps coming to Stiles with bruises and cuts to be treated, while trying to figure out what the elderly alpha of the Hale pack is up to.

Derek May Or May Not Be A Sugar Daddy by LadyDrace - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 604, sterek)

Derek buys Stiles things, and Stiles is very appreciative. VERY appreciative.

Ironing out the Kinks by astrugglingstoic - (Rating: Explicitly, Words: 3,870, sterek)

The guy’s leaning against the side wall of the club, neither flaunting himself nor trying to blend into the background. He's fiercely beautiful and unforgiving as he turns down the dozenth man and woman to proposition him for a dance or a drink. Stiles must have him.

all i know since yesterday (is everything has changed) by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 5,005, sterek)

When Derek wakes from a bad dream, he stares up at the cutest guy he's ever met. The scent of home washes over him and he has no idea what it means. But after the guy walks away, all Derek wants is to find him again.

based on the prompt: "I was looking up a guy's info on a college computer. Heard his voice from behind me telling me how to correctly spell his last name. #IGotCaught"

Just My Type by thedevilyousay - (Rating: G, Words: 1,170, sterek)

Laura and her brother are not so patiently waiting in line at the coffee shop one morning when a cute stranger grabs her hand by mistake.

The one where Stiles doesn't pay attention and Laura gets to witness her brother and his new dumb boyfriend's love at first sight.

Like Real People Do by DefNotForWork - (Rating: T, Words: 4,697, sterek)

“We’re going on a date. You and me, romantically,” Stiles said again, imagining the eyebrow magic currently working on Derek’s forehead. “Why would I want to do that?” Derek asked, gracing Stiles with a little inflection, something the man never took for granted. “Because secretly you’re just a pretty girl who wants a date to the ball.”

spoilers by To_fill_the_sea - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 9,896, sterek)

Derek is confronted with a girl who accidentally traveled back in time and it throws him a bit for a loop as certain future events get revealed and he struggles how to handle these revelations.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #ficrec #fanfic

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writerscall · 6 months

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bruises.

spiderwoman!hazel au. she's known about hazel's little secret for a while now and she's done giving her excuses a free pass.

author's note/s: 1.2k words. trigger warning for talk of injuries, switched to the use of 'you' here for reader cause third person wasn't working for me

It's routine for you to replenish the contents of the first-aid kit in your bedside table's drawer now. You even keep one in your locker and have had many silent debates with yourself on keeping a small one in your bag, just in case. For the past four months, Hazel Callahan has been climbing up to your window to ask for your help with treating a bruise or two. Because of that new women's self-defense club - the "fight club" that started up at school, she said.

Which was incidentally formed about a week after the first news headline came out about some masked vigilante swinging around the city. Fighting crime and saving civilians and beating up bad guys and all that.

Now coincidental rather than incidental for you though, since the day you saw Hazel rushing into her house then saw the infamous Spiderwoman spring out of her bedroom window mere seconds later. You were stunned, but it wasn't hard for you to connect the dots. Your already had your suspicions about some of the bruises Hazel supposedly got from her club; you doubt any of the girls there could actually land a hit that could damage her that badly.

But it's not an easy thing to bring up or just ask about, so you've kept quiet about it. Until that night, however.

You're half-asleep when you hears the incessant knocking at her window. You try not to groan as you throw back the covers and get up, knowing exactly who it is, but whatever irritation you have is gone once you see Hazel's face in the moonlight.

"Jesus Christ," you mutter as you pull her inside, hurriedly moving across the room to switch the light on. "Are you okay?"

"Pretty sure I've been better." Hazel smiles, actually smiles with that joke. But you can only sigh at her in response. Hazel literally looked like she got her face smashed into a wall or to the ground repeatedly - considering the people and things you've seen her fight against, that might've been what happened. There was a bruise along her jawline that you were sure you wouldn't be able to help cover up with make-up the next day and a cut on her forehead where a previous one just healed.

"Let me guess. It's from fight club again?" You manage not to make air quotations at 'fight club' but can't help the disbelieving tone when you say it. There's no way she expects you to believe that.

But as usual, she does. "I was just caught off guard cause we were practicing 'til late at night today and... and I was tired, cause you know, we had a whole day of school earlier and," Hazel stumbles out. The tone you used clearly got to her. "And when I fell it was to the ground and not the mat cause Sylvie got in a really, really good punch. You should've seen it actually."

You say nothing as you let her sit on the side of your bed and take the first-aid kit out, still quiet as you start wiping her face gently. She watches you intently, mouth opening and closing a few times before finally saying, "Don't be so worried. It's not the first time you've seen me like this and I'm always fine after."

"Yeah, sure." Until it happens again, you want to add. You get up to throw the wipes and tissues away and you can feel her eyes on you with every step. Hazel's never been good at dealing with friends being angry with her; you knew how sensitive she could be, which was why you were always quick to reassure her whenever it seemed like she was taking something to heart. It's why you've been patient for so long with her keeping the whole Spiderwoman thing a secret, but you didn't know how much longer you could take seeing her all beaten up and hear one lie after the other on how she supposedly got them.

"Please don't be mad—"

"When are you going to stop lying to me?"

Something shifts in the air at your question. You don't have to look at her to know how her eyes have widened and how her mouth was probably hanging open in shock, or how her mind was definitely racing at what you could possibly be talking about. Even though deep down, she knew.

You turn back around, sighing. "I know, Hazel. About your secret web-slinging life."

Hazel sits up straighter at your admission then stands up abruptly to pace the room, a panicked look on her face. "When did you— how did you even—"

"Does it matter? Why didn't you tell me?" You walk towards her and grab her by the arms, forcing her to stop. "You know you can trust me. I would never, ever tell anyone."

"That's not the point!" She shakes out of your grasp. "That's not the point," she repeats in a softer voice, continuing with, "You can't know. Nobody can because anybody who knows gets put in danger, and they'll come after you eventually to get to me, and I can't let that happen. Not to you, not to my mom, not to any of the girls in fight club. Especially not to you."

Your chest tightens at that. Quietly, you ask, "Why?"

There's a resigned, expectant look on her face when she says, "You know why."

And you do. The two of you have always been great friends but there's always been something else there, something a little more that neither of you were brave enough to acknowledge in fear of ruining what you had. You'd be lying if you said you never noticed the drop in her energy and expression every time you so much as made a passing comment that one of your classmates was cute, and you'd also be lying if you said you never thought anything about the weird feeling you got in your stomach when you saw how much closer she and Stella-Rebecca have gotten since joining the fight club together.

"I need you safe," Hazel says after a moment.

"You'll keep me safe. You'll protect me." You walk towards her again, reaching out to hold her roughed-up face in your hands. Almost instinctively, Hazel leans her cheek into your left palm. "I know you will because you would've done it whether I knew your secret or not. Because you're a good person and a fantastic superhero, Hazel."

Hazel just looks at you for a moment, clearly having some internal argument with herself, before she surges forward to kiss you. You press your lips firmly against hers, kissing her back soundly in case she'd panic and pull away too soon. But Hazel only pulls you in closer, a relieved sigh escaping her as she tilts her head to the side for a different angle.

If a kiss between the two of you was ever going to happen, then it was bound to be in some big reveal moment like this.

Reluctantly, you push her away after a moment because you couldn't let her or yourself get carried away; that first-aid couldn't be put away just yet, plus, your parents might've been dead asleep but they were still home. Both of you would have to put a raincheck on... whatever could've come next.

"Can I stay over tonight?" Hazel asks breathlessly, still eyeing your lips. You smile at her fondly and let out a chuckle, pushing her bangs away from her face.

"Yeah. I still need to fix up that cute face of yours, you know."

#hazel callahan x reader #hazel callahan imagine #hazel callahan x you #hazel callahan fanfic #hazel callahan #spider hazel #spider!hazel #spiderwoman!hazel

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Favourite Drarry recs (long fics maybe? pretty please?) that are ideally to enjoy this Spring season ?

Hello again! That’s a great ask - I have a long fic rec list that you might find interesting, but this inspired me to do something more specific with Spring vibes feat house renovations, cooking as love language, gardening, domesticity, no angst romance etc etc etc. This is 100% based on my own perception of spring vibes btw, but I hope you’ll enjoy these as much as I did!

💐 Short fic:

magic in the making by @getawayfox (G, 2k)

I didn’t see Malfoy for a year after the trial. When Gin told me that, according to Pansy, he had opened a little posh bakery in Mayfair, I thought she was joking, so I went to see for myself.

Market Saturdays by @sorrybutblog (M, 3k)

In which Harry is an accidental part-time cheesemonger, Draco is an organic farmer and they fall in love. Not an AU.

The Long Fall by @tackytigerfic (M, 3.6k)

It's supposed to be a simple house renovation, and maybe it's just the paint fumes, but Harry is feeling dizzy around Draco Malfoy. And what's the real meaning of family, anyway?

Ice Snakes, Glow-worms and Wolverine Stew by khalulu (M, 8k)

Harry Potter apparently wants to talk to Draco about something, but odd events keep getting in the way of that conversation – and bringing them closer together. Featuring serpentine travels, misbehaving birds, dubious roofing projects, a gay beach, and an unexpected matchmaker.

Life goes not backward by @shealwaysreads (T, 9k)

Harry still isn’t used to gifts, but this one is different. A story of coming home, finding safe ground, and the wild courage of putting down roots.

A Truth Universally Acknowledged by @sorrybutblog (M, 17k)

A year out from the war, Harry agrees to accompany Hermione on a historical walking tour of Pride and Prejudice. Not in the itinerary: running into Draco Malfoy, setting off a summer of stately homes, lavish parties, resentful shagging, and maybe, falling in love.

amid this warm and steady sweetness, orphaned (E, 21k)

Harry is not living in a period drama, no matter what his friends or his new house or Malfoy’s sudden affinity for horse-riding might suggest, and if one more person uses the word courting, he’s going to start hexing people.

💐 Long fic

Moldova's Magical Tea by @aibidil (E, 32k)

Neville Longbottom, Luna Lovegood, and—to everyone’s surprise—Draco Malfoy are opening a magical tea shop to revive wizarding tea culture and, hopefully, to bring the community together after the war. Harry, who is unemployed and trying to find his way in post-war society, wants to help his friends with their new business—but that means spending a lot of time around Malfoy.

Clouds That Veil the Midnight Moon by @drarrytrash (E, 36k)

According to Harry’s personal narrative regarding the incident, he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy for purely self-destructive reasons, or out of convenience, or by some unlucky accident. Looking at him, sprawled in the moonlight, Harry is devastated to recall that he’d hooked up with Draco Malfoy because he’s hot.

Follow the Water by @xanthippe74 (T, 40k)

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends. Maybe a summer outdoors is just what a former hero needs to bring some zest back into his life.

Through the May Air, Over the Ocean by tsauergrass (T, 45k)

Draco Malfoy never expected to find himself in Scotland or being stuck in a cottage with Potter—but wonders never cease. A story about warmth, a story about falling back in love. A story about a flock of sheep in the distant fells of Scotland.

Our Objective Remains Unchanged by @citrusses (E, 46k) - Muggle AU

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

Sweeten to Taste by @saintgarbanzo, @babooshkart (E, 51k)

It starts with Draco's buckwheat crepes with honeyed oranges. Or maybe it starts with his porridge with toasted walnuts and homemade apple butter. Or perhaps it starts with the cinnamon buns Draco made from scratch with mascarpone icing. Harry just knows he's hungry for more.

Against All Odds by momatu (E, 54k)

Beauxbatons is hosting the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe, and Harry has promised to enroll Teddy as his birthday present. Meanwhile, Draco is stuck in his office, putting together the first ever Quidditch Summer School for children from all over Europe during, when he should be enjoying summer holidays.

What Branches Grow by @the-fools-errand (M, 55k)

When a run-of-the-mill investigation turns up evidence that the Death Eaters may be resurfacing, Harry seems to be the only one who believes Malfoy has anything to do with it. Yet according to official records, he’s been the poster child for the Ministry’s post-war Rehabilitation program, living in a small muggle town in Wales.

Meet Me at Midnight by @the-starryknight (T, 57k)

Harry was beginning to wonder if he’d ever make anything again when Malfoy stormed through the door of Harry’s furniture shop. Now Harry’s got an impossible Ministry commission to finish, and even less energy than ever to deal with his elusive muse. That is, until he stumbles upon the surreal and beautiful world of a mysterious fae creature…

Stately Homes of Wiltshire by waspabi (E, 58k)

Malfoy Manor has mould, dry rot and an infestation of unusually historical poltergeists. Harry Potter is on the case.

The Promise of Summer by Omi_Ohmy (M, 66k)

How was Harry supposed to know that coming back for eighth year would be so confusing? Everything is the same, and yet not the same. And nowhere is this more obvious than with Draco Malfoy. Harry finds himself once more watching and following Malfoy, trying to work him out. When they are drawn together to heal the castle, Harry doesn’t just find Malfoy - he also finds himself.

Home Truths by @skeptiquewrites and @fantalfart (E, 67k)

In the off-season Harry decided to fix up Grimmauld Place and found that Draco Malfoy was the only person who could help him. A demanding career and unrelenting press scrutiny were enough to deal with before Harry added a house with a mind of its own, family history, and a tense, flirty, complicated relationship with his childhood nemesis to the mix.

The Claiming of Grimmauld Place by @bixgirl1 (E, 74k)

When Grimmauld Place begins fighting against Harry’s ownership of it, he decides he needs help to train the historic home — but little does he expect that it’ll be Malfoy who’s most suitable for the challenge. However, as Malfoy and Harry get closer, Harry comes to understand that expectations aren’t always the best path by which to guide his heart — and in the process learns just what is needed to make a house a home.

Knead by laughingd0g (E, 83k)

This is not a story about Harry renovating Grimmauld Place. This is a story about coffee shops and brewpubs, about Ginny and Luna on a farm with creatures, about magical Oregon, coastal road trips, flying, friendship, and Draco Malfoy's lean arms.

Wild, orphaned (E, 92k)

“No,” Harry said, by way of greeting. Malfoy’s blonde head rose slowly, carelessly. “Get out.” “I feel as though we’ve already established this, Potter,” Malfoy responded. “And I feel that what we established was that you telling me to get out of places really doesn’t make me more likely to vacate them.”

Little Deaths and How to Avoid Them (or Draco Malfoy's Guide to Stop Dying and Start Living Instead) by nerakrose, dustmouth (T, 96k)

Malfoy is way too interested in coroner reports for somebody who's definitely not looking for ways to die, Harry wants to be friends with him, and Ginny wants to break up with Harry.

The Liars Department by @dorthyanndrarry (T, 103k)

This is a story about Harry meeting up with Draco Malfoy four years after the war. And a story about Harry, well, not hating his job per say, but it's not like he has much to compare it to and it seemed fine. His whole life seemed fine. Then Malfoy came along with and his flashy suits and fast car making everything seem dull in comparison, and Harry... Harry couldn't just leave well enough alone.

Any Instrument by @dictacontrion (E, 131k)

Draco Malfoy wouldn't go back to England for anything less than an exceptional case. Being asked to figure out why Harry Potter can't control his magic might be exceptional enough to qualify.

#asks #Drarry reclist #spring reads

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momosandlemonsoda · 1 year

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Rating: Explicit

Fandoms: 盗墓笔记 - 南派三叔 | The Grave Robbers' Chronicles - Xu Lei, 沙海 | Tomb of the Sea (TV), 盗墓笔记重启 | The Lost Tomb Reboot (TV)

Relationship: Wang Can/Wu Xie/Zhang Qiling

Characters: Wang Can (DMBJ Series), Wu Xie (DMBJ Series), Zhang Qiling

Additional Tags: Kinktober, Lingerie, Exhibitionism, Anal Sex, Dirty Talk, Threesome - M/M/M, Marking, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Summary: Wang Can receives a gift, Wu Xie and Xiaoge enjoy unwrapping him.

Latest in my Club Moonlight series, originally for Kinktober 2022, though you can see how that worked out.

#dmbj #wu xie #wang can #zhang qiling #my fic #club moonlight au #kinktober #pretty boys in lingerie #and the boys who love him

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redsaurrce · 1 year

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BLOODY DECEPTION

SYNOPSIS: Someone who is so good at deception, can he be deceived himself?

PAIRING: YANDERE VAMPIRE!JUNGKOOK x WEREWOLF!FEM READER

GENRE: SMUT (minors DNI), vampire + werewolf au, dark fantasy

WORD COUNT: 2.6K

WARNINGS: Mature content, YANDERE and HEAVY MANIPULATIVE themes, Profanity, kissing, bitch uses canines for sexual purposes, nipple play,

neck biting (yeah duh!), mild fingering, mentions of blood, murder, arson, death of family members, democide, prejudice, shapeshifting

Vampire club members' corner : @officiallyjaehyuns @m4gg13-g @1-in-abillion @acnetrone @stuffy16 @itwillbealways-d

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You sneered at the man standing in front of you with hateful gaze, you clenched your teeth, hands turning red with persistent tight fists.

"You should've known better Y/N, if you were thinking of killing me, you were willing to let your sister die, isn't it?" Jungkook said with a sinister smile, his canine shining under the moonlight. "You should've known better than to trust a vampire!" He said mockingly.

"Me.. and.. her? Tch!" He shook his head at the absurdity of your innocence, how did you even believe the fact that someone like Jungkook could fall for your sister?

"Right, I was stupid, I admit it. I should've seen this coming." Your hands shook from the sheer pressure of fisting them, "I should've known that all of you vampires are cold blooded blood suckers! You use others for your own benefit. My sister you say?" You tilted your head, emotions morphing into hate-filled-amusement.

"She commited a sin of loving you, of loving a vampire, a sin of going against the principle of humans and werewolves, and along with her, I commited a sin of believing her, believing you that you were different," tears pooled in your eyes at the sight of your dead sister, "She already paid a price" you said while looking at her and then after a pause you looked up at Jungkook, "Now its our turn."

Jungkook saw you igniting the flame torch you had in your hand, he broke his silence, "Why? Planning to set this place ablaze?"

"Yes, any last wishes?" This time you were the one with mocking tone, Jungkook didn't see the once innocent girl he thought of wooing but a deadly insane person standing in front of him.

"Y/N.. your sister, your sister deserved to die." He finally spoke even though he never thought he would break the news, "Think twice before you do something like this. Werewolves are known for their smartness, use your wits Y/N." He said as he saw no escape, he had closed the doors' bolt himself to avoid your sister from running away but he didn't think that he might be the one who would be in need of running. In any case he knew you were mad, gravely mad and a single mistake can cost his or your own life.

He knew that.

"Is that your last wish? To approach your death sooner?" You wanted to laugh, you wanted to scream, you wanted to tear the vampire apart.

Jungkook looked at the ground, "I didn't want to tell you this because I thought you will curse me out or cry and everything will be over, hell! It wasn't even me who was supposed to kill her!" Jungkook cursed under his breath and he didn't see how swiftly you strided ahead and in an instant choked him against the wall, you lifted up the ignited torch up to his face, "Shall I start from burning that tongue of yours?" You threatened with raging red eyes.

He said, "Believe me Y/N. She has betrayed your clan first, she had been frequenting the village of Saro."

"What?" You released your grip and he coughed violently gasping for dear air, "Saro? What do you mean?" You said with knit eyebrows.

"She has been practising shape shifting and hypnosis." He said with much difficulty.

"I- I can't understand, what the hell are you saying? STOP LYING TO MY FUCKING FACE JEON JUNGKOOK!!" You shouted angrily, how could he accuse someone with such a serious crime? Someone who is already dead, how disrespectful!

Jungkook held you by the shoulders, "You can't believe, isn't it?" He gritted his teeth, "That your dear sister held a knife against her very own family? That your angel like sister will break you apart with her devious plans... all along, preparing for years."

Each and every word of his pierced your heart deeper and deeper, "Your sister, your sister who isn't even your own, but whom you treated like your own-- she.. she never treated you like her own, that very sister of yours belonged to Saro."

You fell to the ground, tears started streaming down your cheek, "She- she can never do such a thing, and she loved you as well, please stop saying something so humiliating." You started to cry, you never ever imagined your sister to be the worst traitor that only belonged to nightmares. Shapeshifters who knew hypnosis as well are the worst kind of all, biggest threat to vampires, werewolves and humans alike. They are the most evil kind of species to ever exist in the entire world.

Jungkook spoke, "But she did, and she never loved me.. it was all a fiasco. Three months ago when I was under disguise, I saw you and your sister making pots together. I was mesmerized by your charm and I wanted to be closer to you. So, when I went there, your sister greeted me first but you know... something seemed off when I saw a hint of green tint in her iris, the sign of a shapeshifter only visible to a vampire, I felt uneasy. I am sure your sister saw it too- the shock on my face. I reckon that she knew that I knew."

He continued, "Since shapeshifting is considered a capital sin, a sin to be punished by beheading, I knew I had to expose her before she did anyone any harm. If I wanted, I could have exposed her then and there on the spot as the market is the only place where vampires and werewolves dissolve their boundaries, but I didn't.. upon seeing you call her sister multiple times. I didn't want you to hate me at our very first meeting."

You looked at him, "Say something that makes sense, there's no way that YOU, an outsider knew my sister's hidden identity when I and MY family who had lived with her since years couldn't figure out!"

"That is because we vampires, are way too familiar with blood and the way they work, it's normal for blood to rush faster on getting excited and when it gets excited, humans show red tint, vampires show orange, werewolves show blue and shapeshifters green." Jungkook explained.

Your lips twitched, "Stop lying. Then what about the Saro village? Isn't it destroyed years ago? Why would she go there? Who would she meet there? And how would I know that whatever colour theory you made up isn't bullshit?!"

Jungkook sighed, "Do you remember that village was destroyed under the king's order? Precisely 14 years ago? After digging your sister's background for a bit I have collected that you and your mother had taken her in from the streets at the age of 4, around the time Saro was destroyed. You thought she was just a helpless human, didn't you?" He shook his head, "The villagers of Saro were outrageous at the fact that just because they didn't acknowledge the king as theirs and wanted to live free from the shackles of politics, the king had many of them killed and the village was destroyed in a blink of their eyes... Therefore as a way of rebellion the head of Saro village who was secretly a descendent of a shapeshifter started to master shapeshifting himself and began gathering more and more people under him who were once a part of the Saro village."

"It was until 3 years ago when they found your sister was a Saro villager too and they convinced her to join them, your sister upon hearing about the tragedy about her family was blinded by revenge." He told.

"You know already that our kingdom has alternate kings, one king from vampire clan and another from werewolf, no place for humans in the palace courts other than being vice ministers at the very best. Every three years the king would alternate and at the time Saro was destroyed, the king was from werewolf clan." He added.

You scoffed in disbelieve, "So you're saying that my sister became a shapeshifter and she harboured hatred towards our family just because we are werewolves? Then what about your love confession for her?"

"Don't you get it? I never did such a thing, it was your own sister who shapeshifted herself into me and spewed such nonsense to keep you from meeting me. When you met me for the second time and said that you were really happy about me and my sister getting along as lovers, I knew she must have done something while putting on my face. I didn't know how to disclose it yet so I tried to act along and see where it goes.. it turns out that today she was planning on killing me so that I never see you again and that she never gets exposed." He chuckled, "How naive of her thinking that a human would win against a vampire but someone who knew hypnosis, I had to take proper precautions."

"So, it isn't exactly me who killed her but one of our men." He said.

You sharply inhaled, "That was quite a story, really."

"You still don't believe me? Then.." he inhaled and after a pause he continued, "Will you believe me if I prove the colour theory to you? After that you can take a look at the documents that me and my team have penned down about her and the Saro village."

You bit your inner cheek in dilemma, "Okay then. Prove it. I'm not a vampire so how can I see those colours?"

"It's simple, unlike humans who become vampires after a vampire bites them, a werewolf becomes a vampire only for a few minutes after being bitten by a vampire. So, all I need to do is bite you a bit and excite both of us.. after that you can take a look into the mirror. Alright?" He raised his eyebrows.

You went silent as you looked at him, "I see... then, go ahead. And remember, if you are wrong, instead of one, there'll be three dead bodies lying here in this room."

Jungkook smirked, "Rest assured." He said and took the flame torch away from your hand and kept in on the stand. Then he came near you and crouched down, he held your chin in one hand and titled it the other way while his other hand brushed your hair away from the side of your neck, he leaned in closer and licked the spot.

And then inserted his sharp canines inside the flesh of your neck. Fuck! You smelled so great and your blood was far more intoxiacting than any alcohol Jungkook has ever had in his entire life.

The pain of him biting on your neck made you involuntarily let out a soft moan and immediately blood rushed to the member in his pants and he was sure his dick would be glowing bright orange by now.

He licked the area again and looked at you, Jungkook knew that this should've been enough to excite the both of you but he needed more, "Then.. onto the part to excite us." And before you could say anything, his lips crashed onto yours, his left palm held your head from the back to prevent you to move away while his other arm held your back and he pressed himself more and more onto you until he could feel your boobs squeeze hard against his chest. He kept kissing your lips and his tongue only wanted to go deeper and deeper inside you, after a moment of his mouth devouring yours, both of you parted from his hungry kiss to pant for air.

Since he was technically pressed to you, you could feel his bulge teasing your clothed pussy.

Your eyes went wide and now as you clearly looked at him coming out of daze, you could see the blood vessels of his eyes go orange and he could see the orange hue in yours-- must be because of the vampire blood, he thought.

He fetched the mirror which was lying at a distance and showed it to you, "See, do you see the colors now? I suppose yours isn't blue because right now you are a temporary vampire. What do you say? Satisfied with the answer?"

You admit now, he was right. You looked at the ground with the feeling of being defeated, "Then... should we continue what we left earlier?" He asked making you look at him in confusion.

"I mean.. shall we.." He said with his long and pointy nails circle around your hard nipples. You closed your eyes as you pressed your mouth from letting out any moan, "Shall we?" He said while slowly tearing your cloth with one of his nails exposing your cleavage.

You gulped hard, "Y-yes." You said and you immediately bit your tongue to prevent yourself from screaming when his canines rubbed against your sensitive cherries and his nails teased your wet panty.

"Good." He smirked and lifted you up to go to another room and ordered his men to clean up the mess inside once he stepped out.

To be honest, you said yes not because of your lust but infact, because you saw who Jungkook really is. A master at manipulation.

Your father was a vampire himself but he fell in love with your mother who was a werewolf, giving birth to a hybrid which was you.

After your mother had conceived you, your father killed himself to protect you and your mother because if your clan got to know that your mother had slept with a vampire, she would be killed for betraying her clan and if they knew that you were having the blood of both clans, you'd be ousted from both sides equally.

Bullshit! Doesn't that sound so fucking convincing? All of this was reported to you by a man of your father's clan, he said that your father had comitted suicide for those reasons but infact it was that man himself who killed your father with his own two hands. That man was Jungkook's father.

How ironic! Like father like son.

And the one who saw him killing your father and throwing off the cliff was a human being passing by the cliff-- Your sister's original mother.

She told your mother the truth and after she passed away during the Saro village tragedy, your mother had taken her daughter in.

Thus, since your birth you have lived as a werewolf throughout your entire life, yes, because you took birth from the womb of a werewolf, your physical attributes were that of a werewolf but just like vampires, you had the ability to see the colours as well.

Then why did you lie to Jungkook? Of course because you were investigating about Saro village yourself and when you heard Jungkook talk about it, you thought of using him as your pawn. Yes, your sister, as Jungkook said, was indeed the shapeshifter he claimed her to be. But there were a lot of lies weaved in the original truth, even though your sister hailed from Saro and was practising shapeshifting, it was all out of curiosity and a way for her to survive as human amongst all the monsters who can trample her in any way, in any moment.

You knew better than anyone else how good your sister was to you, and the way Jungkook put all the puzzle pieces together with more and more lies in between, that made him the master of manipulation.

Unknown to him, your sister is still alive and the person who was lying dead was a person she had hypnotised to shapeshift into her. you agreed on being with him is because..

"Jungkook, I will use you nicely. Jungkook's father, my dad's murderer- here I come." An evil smile crept up your face.

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hahaha so who is the real master of manipulation? thankyou sm for reading sweethearts mwahhh *surprise kiss*

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stuck with you

chou tzuyu x reader (high school au)

summary: in which you fell asleep on the table in the library and no one had woken you up. it seems that no one had woken up tzuyu either.

wc: 2k

warnings: angst(?) ; bad aunt (idk)

a/n: i can't tell if this is angsty, I was going to make it fluff but it didn't work out. decided to settle on this bittersweet version.

also, i never write angst im gonna be honest soooo

your eyes flutter open and you blink at a slow pace as you stir awake.

"shit..." you groan.

falling asleep in the library was a once in a while thing, you didn’t expect it to be so late after you had woken up.

there’s drool on your cheek and it takes you a bit to really regain the ability to see and think clearly as you wake up. your eyes open slowly, you rub at them and a soft groan escapes your lips.

hair falls across your face as you lift yourself up from the desk, and you rub a hand through it as you squint your eyes to take in your surroundings. it's dark – but not dark enough for you to not be able to see at all. everything is relatively visible and lit up by the moonlight sneaking through the windows, it could be worse.

the papers on your desk are still there, though there are three drops of your spit on it from drooling – and you pray no one had seen you like that. you place your papers back into the gray folder that was next to them, then place them in your school bag.

a groan escapes your lips as you stretch your arms out, rubbing your face shortly after to wake yourself up fully.

you reach for the phone on your table, squinting your eyes as you tap the screen and check the time-

2:24 in the morning? as in two-fucking-twenty-four am.

you rub your eyes again because there’s no way. absolutely no way.

the screen doesn’t change, and you’re definitely awake now.

your eyes dart around the room: you’re alone, the moon is out – which, you had noticed, but didn’t think of much until now – and you have no idea how no one had waken you up, or why the librarians or whoever had been here last didn’t notice a whole second year asleep on the table. suddenly, you’re on your feet, walking around the library and there’s still not a soul in sight, and the doors have a metal gate that blocks you from ever getting out.

“shit.” you mumble.

you don’t know what to do, and you’re honestly glad panic doesn’t take over because at least it’s not some creepy warehouse from that movie your dad made you watch when you were seven; it’s just a school library (and the scariest thing might be running into your physics teacher in this place).

you put a hand to your forehead and groan, then your soul almost leaves your body.

“y/n?” a familiar voice murmurs. you jump at the voice, and you turn around quickly:

chou tzuyu.

“hey…”

“what are you doing here?” she questions, you put a hand to your chest and try to compose yourself after the star archery athlete had just scared the life out of you.

“i uh, i fell asleep. i don’t know what happened.” you mutter, rubbing your face with your hand again, “wait, what are you doing here?” and your voice is low, almost a whisper even though the librarians aren’t there. you think their ghosts could possibly be lurking, though.

“i fell asleep too.” she simply explains, shrugging.

“i see.” you whisper, “um, we’re stuck here, there’s no way out and the windows don’t open in this room.”

“oh.” she mumbles.

you two stand across from each other in silence for a bit – the silence stretches out for a bit.

tzuyu was well-known, if not the most well-known individual in the school. she’s the varsity captain of the archery team, taking home so many trophies that you may need more than one hand to count the ones she had won. not only that, she was class president, debate club vice president, and part of the student council: everything colleges needed and wanted. she had everything and was everything.

not only that, she’s probably the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen in your life, and you’re definitely not the only one who had thought that.

guys and girls, all from different grades – whether that be the underclassmen, the ones in your shared grade, or the upperclassmen – they had all eyed her with admiration and she got asked out at least five times a week, you guess. she was effortlessly gorgeous, she had hit the jackpot not only with her brains but also her beauty.

you had known tzuyu since secondary school, you had three classes with her in the 9th grade and she had been someone you’ve been fond of since – but you could never be with her, ever.

you yourself weren’t too bad compared to her.

third in your class (tzuyu being first and of course mina being second), part of the volleyball team, baking club, cooking club, and one of the students who had regularly volunteered. you honestly weren’t too bad yourself brains or looks-wise, some girls and guys had hit on you here and there, but you were definitely nowhere near the chou tzuyu – you would never ever be and it bothered you a little if you had to be honest.

tzuyu tilts her head, “were you studying for exams?”

you nod.

“i see.” she mumbles.

it’s so awkward you want to break the window and jump out, and suddenly you’re self-conscious because you know how stupid you look after waking up.

tzuyu stays by your side as you wander around, small talk being made here and there, but the tension in the air is extremely thick and you really don’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of this gift from above.

“how did you get stuck here? i never asked…” you mutter quietly.

“studying.” she says while looking towards the romance section in the library, “i must’ve been exhausted to fall asleep for this long.”

“i see.” you mumble.

you two explore the library, walking around together because deep down you both know you’re a little creeped out by this place, and the company is comforting at a time like this.

the phone in your hand lights up again, it’s just a reminder to drink water, but you scroll down to see the texts from your angry aunt. you pause in your place, and tzuyu quirks a brow as you stare at the phone with a stressed expression,

“y/n?” she calls out softly, “what’s wrong?”

words aren’t able to form as you read through the twenty-three texts:

aunt mei (23 new messages):

y/n?

y/n.

where are you

if you’re out with your damn friends

i swear to god

y/n you were supposed to be home at 8

it’s fucking 12

answer me.

y/n,

when i see you…

y/n i swear

you’re going to get me in trouble

you’re grounded, you hear me?

im sick of your shit

you should be grateful that i don’t tell your parents

i might just do it since youre being so

you don’t even bother to read the next few texts, just for your own sake.

there’s a small breath that escapes your lips, “nothing.” you lie. you’re in deep shit and if your aunt finds out that you’re with chou tzuyu, you’re in deeper shit.

chou tzuyu is not someone you should ever be interacting with, your aunt hates the chou family and their whole bloodline – the chou family probably hates your bloodline too.

moving to this place was not something you wanted, but you had no choice because of that stupid scholarship. moving in with your aunt was something you were not happy about; she’s controlling, she’s exhausting, and she’s fucking crazy.

“you sure it’s nothing?” tzuyu asks, and the question surprises you. your eyes meet hers and there’s a strange softness in her gaze, it’s so weird and you’re not used to such a caring look. you nod your head and shove the phone in your pocket,

“my aunt.” you say, “she’s just uh, worried.” which is another lie. tzuyu just hums and you let out a shaky breath, trying to calm yourself down while you wonder what will happen when you get home, or at least, the house you live in because there’s no feeling of comfort or anything when you’re there.

tzuyu is still looking at you with slight worry, but you ignore it before walking over to the wall hidden behind the shelves, setting your bag down, and sitting down. the slightly shorter girl – which is not a common thing for tzuyu to be – sits down next to you, staring at you while your eyes gaze forward with a hint of despair.

“you can talk to me.” tzuyu assures. it’s so strange, you’ve talked to her two or three times and she’s telling you this. you don’t know if you can believe her words.

“we’re not supposed to talk to each other.”

“it’s just the two of us until the school opens back up.” tzuyu says, and it makes you turn to meet her eyes. they’re so full of hope and care it makes you feel even more hopeless, you can’t talk to her. if you talk to her, you’ll grow more attached, your aunt won’t like that, and your heart already does enough longing from just seeing her every morning at homeroom.

“my aunt.” you start, “she’ll kill me.”

“my mom says she sucks.” tzuyu simply states, staring forward with little to no emotion.

“she’s honestly right,” you say, a playful scoff leaving your lips as you stare in the same direction. silence fills the air again, it’s strangely comforting, and your worries seem to be less overwhelming.

“you know, my mom always told me to stay away from you. she thinks you’re like your aunt or something.” tzuyu begins, “but it only made me more curious of you.”

it might be better if you stayed away, you think. the thin, long fingers on your hand fiddle with each other, “i’m nothing like that woman. i never will be.”

“i see.”

tzuyu turns back to you and watches you as your head sinks back into the wall, your eyes slowly flutter shut as exhaustion takes over. you don’t want to fall asleep, that means you’ll have to see your aunt soon if you do.

“sleepy?” tzuyu asks,

“yeah.”

“sleep,”

“can’t.”

“why?”

“i’ll wake up.”

the dark-haired girl looks at you in surprise, her brows furrow.

your eyes open again and it feels like all the life in you had been sucked out, as if all hope was drained out of you. you never liked the word hope. it was a stupid word that led you on. you had lost all hope a month after living with your aunt, there’s no point in having if it won’t change anything; it wouldn’t ever change anything for the time being.

there’s something about tzuyu that returns that belief in the word ‘hope,’ and you don’t know if you like that. it’s as if her presence had gotten rid of your aunt.

“you can wake up next to me.” tzuyu assures. you look at her with a new feeling in your chest, your heart is warm and it’s so strange. “i’ll be here. you don’t have to worry about waking up near your aunt.”

“why all of this so suddenly?”

tzuyu shrugs.

“i told you, i’m curious.”

you stare at her for another moment, and you’re afraid of staring for so long because your heart seems to open up a bit, as if it were a flower in bloom. everything that you feel and experience is so new and scary. tzuyu is so close to you and every word from her is so caring makes your heart yearn and ache at the same time; you want her so badly in this moment, but you know it’s impossible to hold onto her forever.

the bag that was set down is now in your lap, and you hug it as if it were the thing that could keep you safe from what you might have to face later. your eyes close and your whole body relaxes a bit, it's okay if you fall asleep because she'll be there next to you.

exhaustion takes over once again and you’re out like a light.

tzuyu stares at the way your features soften and the way your whole body relaxes, she thinks you’re a nice sight. she’s been curious and drawn by your mysterious, quiet personality, it seems like your aunt is the reason you’re like that, maybe she could get to know the real you someday.

she takes one more look at your face again, letting her eyes trace the lines of your sharp features, really taking in your presence.

tzuyu doesn’t mind that your head falls over to lean on hers, as long as you're comfy.

she closes her eyes and allows herself to fall asleep beside you.

#kpop x reader #twice x reader #tzuyu x reader #angst #twice imagines

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