#these are the exact same but two entirely different groups meeting together | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

izzigearl · 6 months

Text

The crew gathered in the mess hall like usual, only this week the Captain had someone new joining the crew which she planned on introducing to everyone. The Captain sat at the head of the room on a small podium they put up each week for this exact meeting, this same meeting being the only one the Captain insists on having so the crew doesn’t fall out of touch with each other. Even though the gathering is to help unify everyone the crew has their own groups or cliques that they choose to associate with. The engineers mostly with other engineers, the medics with other medics, the navigators and linguistics specialists, you get the idea. With little crossovers happening all the time too, usually because the two people come from the same planet and it doesn’t matter what their job is on the Starliner, they have something in common so they easily get along.

The groups were forming as all the crew slowly filtered in through the mess hall doors. The noise in the room grew to a dull roar as people greeted each other and conversations continued. The Captain watched as everyone entered and once the crowds coming had slowed he stood up and got a good look as the now at capacity mess hall finished getting filled in. The noise of conversation didn’t cease as their noticeably blue skinned Captain stood, however a silence suddenly fell over the room as a human from Earth stepped into the mess hall with a light brown complection. The silence faded as a few of the groups around the hall started whispering to each other; however, as the Human walked to the back of the room, the quiet seemed to follow.

The Captain didn’t blame the crew for their fear of the Human it just seemed odd that over time they wouldn’t warm up to him. It was interesting to consider the origin of the entire crew was from any of the nine Paradise planets and that Carl (the human from Earth) was the only one from one of the five death worlds. The attitudes from the Paradisers was unusual because the Paradise planets have been the most accepting and open people in the whole span of discovered universes, it shouldn’t be so difficult for them to welcome in a Deathworlder like Carl especially because Carl was a total sweetheart and he wouldn’t hurt a fly but no one has really tried to get close to him and he wasn’t very outgoing in the first place. It has been nearly nine months since he had joined the crew and all anybody does is fear him.

Well that was all about to change as the new recruit to their Starliner also happens to be from a Deathworld. The Captain held up her hands getting everyone's attention and the mess hall fell silent again.

The Captain tapped the microphone before she began to speak. “We are all gathered together again to update the entire crew on what is going on around the ship, and this week I want to start by introducing our newest recruit to our crew. Stroughtbearee, come on up here.”

A large figure in a cloak stood up amongst the crew and walked up to the podium in slow lumbering steps. The figure pulled down its hood and revealed her blue tinted skin and brilliant red eyes. Many sections of her face came to a sharp point that was whiter and more translucent than the rest of her deep blue pigments. As she took the cloak off she seemed to shrink in size like some kind of magic trick. The points of the spikes along her body were holding the cloak up enough to make her seem like a large hulking figure but the dainty figure of her normal sized body stood in the midst of the long spikes that protruded out about six inches from her body. Her clothes were finely crafted to neatly go around each spike and not disturb the simple style of the crew uniform, plain black slacks with a light blue button up shirt

Many in the crew gasped but quickly tried to cover up their surprise. This clearly showed the separation the crew had amongst itself and how dynamically different this new crew member was to everyone else. Stroughtbearee recognized the instant social rejection such as this being pretty much the same way everywhere she goes. Being a death-worlder means everyone has fear and anxiety going through their head whenever you are around simply because the living things in your home world had evolved deadly ways to survive like external teeth or poisonous hair. The reality was that those who came from death-worlds were more adept at survival which was why they were often crewed onto large ships like these cruise Starliners to have some modicum of sanity when things go a little awry.

Cruise Starliners like this one stop at many ports and pick up many vermin as well as other strange creatures along with many unusual passengers of any race the universe can offer. Sometimes the crew falls into panic not knowing if their situation is dangerous, risky or food chain oriented. Most of the time it is none of those things and the survival officers know what to do in almost all of the situations. Very rarely does a survival officer actually need to do any survival tactics to help a crew that has crash landed on a planet but when it happens everyone is so happy they are there.

“Straughtbeary is our new survival officer, the second on our slowly growing team.” The captain announced finally cutting the awkward silence like a dull knife. “Please welcome her with our Starliner cruise cheer.”

The crew followed protocol and gleefully began to chant and dance. “When aboard the Melisandaunte ‘Happy to be here’ is what you will say- ay” After the chant rang clear for the third repetition, the tune changed at the end for the grand finale “Is whaaaaat yooouuuu wiiiiill say-ay-ay-aaaay!”

The crew burst into applause and yells of excitement over their grand performance of their port cheer that they welcome every guest that boards the Starliner with. The crew was actually very proud of it because they were the ones who wrote it, worked on it, and perfected it, not that Staughtbeary could tell the difference.

The Captain clapped mirthfully before bringing the meeting to an end and sending everyone back out to their stations. No other business could have been done anyway with everyone all excited for a new arrival.

The crew during the next following days and weeks continued without gaining any deeper connection to Straughtbeary than the obligated “hello” that everyone gave simply recognizing she was a part of the crew, and even that hello was often timid or nervous as they glanced awkwardly at her sharp spikes. No one was actively attacking her in any way but she could feel the tight pangs of rejection as they busily buzzed about their business not paying her any mind or even acting like they saw her there. Straughtbeary wasn’t really much of a social butterfly in the first place but even a single friend would be nice as they travel through the cosmos to the most touristy destinations. She just wanted one confidant she could laugh with as she would share every time she saw a stereotypical tourist doing the most touristy things like taking pictures of the blurry stars out the window of the Starliner, or when they wear their sandals and still have socks on. She only wanted one and there wasn’t any lack of trying either, in fact she had tried enough times to not want to try any more.

During their return loop to the HQ dock for the maintenance that could only be done when the ship is motionless and at the disposal of the dialysis crane crews in the hangar workshops that originally built the starliner cruise ship, you know the one time a year that there aren’t any passengers onboard and most of the crew doesn’t have to follow any schedules, anyway, during that loop the crew was throwing a crew appreciation BBQ with a hawaiian theme (being an earth related custom actually made the event macabre) and Carl being the resident expert was the inspiration (intelligence) for the most of the event. Once everyone had nervously pulled all the information they could out of him they set to work and didn’t come back to him for anything.

Once the BBQ had begun the many performers on the ship were twirling batons lit with fire and dancing on the edges of volcanoes to get everyone's shock and awe for their holographic realism performances that weren’t at all as dangerous as they looked. Carl sat alone at a table meant for eight and slowly worked on his series of drinks that ranged from fun and fruity mixed drinks and slowly became hard liquor. Carl wasn’t drinking his problems away he just didn’t have any company during the party so the drinks filled that role.

Half the night had passed when Carl got up to go to the bathroom. Upon returning to his table he found that the table he had total claim of before had been filled into by a rambunctious group eagerly goofing off and loudly having fun in the ways that Carl didn’t really appreciate or even want to tolerate being around. Carl moved on like he always did when he found himself naturally the outcast in the situation. Carl didn’t only find himself the outcast because of his Deathworlder origin but also because he was more of an introvert than an extrovert which was quite the opposite of most of the rest of the crew.

Carl was now wandering half drunk and unsure of what he was looking for but he was still searching all the same. Was it a spot to sit down? Was it a place to be alone? Was it at the bar? Or maybe at that nearly empty table? That almost empty table sounded better than the full ones, so he swaggered his way over to the table and plopped down in the first available seat. He chuckled to himself at how dumb his night had been already and how much he should just call it a night. He slowly turned his head around the table and finally met eyes with Straughtbeary who was the only other person at the table.

Normally he wouldn’t say anything but tonight he had already been drinking so the words sort fell right out of him without any filter either.

“You have the same problem I do, everyone is too scared or intimidated to become your friend, I’m not intimidated though, I have been to your planet and your people are kinder than mine, mine are all aggressive and jumpy, you guys are all collected and cool, if you didn’t look so scary you would have tons of friends.” Carl blurted out every thought contained in his brain just before he started to have the thought to stop it.

“Well capitan, you are just the freshest perspective on the obvious, aren’t you?” Staughtbeary asked sharply, with every word completely soaked and dripping in her sarcastic tone.

“Why, thank you.” Carl replied, sounding like he clearly did not realize her tone and being too drunk for anyone to tell if he was really being sarcastic back.

“So much for comradery.” Staughtbeary commented unsure of where to go next.

“Oh, yeah.” Carl began with a calm realization. “We technically work in the same office, don’t we?”

Straughtbeary smiled slightly. “I think this is the first time we have actually talked to each other, but yeah, the survival office is too busy for any pleasantries.”

Carl frowned. “Pleasant trees?”

Staughtbeary rolled her eyes at the idiotic pun, but still smiled at his quip.

“Get it?” Carl chimed in digging his own grave.

“Wow, if the pun wasn’t bad enough, you also have to be insufferable.” She stated as she walked away. “Goodnight, I don’t deserve being treated this way.”

Carl wasn’t so drunk that he couldn’t help himself, he was really lashing out and now he felt stupid for doing it. Just when he actually met someone who was being authentic with him he had to push her away in the worst way ever, social awkwardness. Carl’s heart tugged with the weight of every footstep that carried Staughtberry away from him. It was like time had slowed and he was wishing for the steps to stop their expeditious journey that was pulling him back into his lonely cocoon which he had only just begun to burst out of.

“Wait.” Carl’s tone had dropped to a serious and desperate place, showing how vulnerable he was with the quaver in his voice which he hadn’t intended to do.

Straughtbeary froze mid step and waited to hear what Carl seemed so adamant to say.

“Look, I’m sorry.” Carl glanced at his feet. “I have had a rough go at this Starliner and I really didn’t want to hurt my only chance of having a friend but I am scared to be vulnerable enough to admit that I need a friend.”

“I know what you mean with this Starliner, I have only felt like an outcast the whole time I have been here.” Staughtbeary said, still frozen in place afraid to turn around and face Carl.

“Do you want to start over? Maybe forget my social suicide attempt by pun and try to not cross cultural boundaries like being insufferable?” Carl was practically begging.

Straughtbeary turned around and walked back toward Carl. “Sure, let's try this thing again because believe it or not, I am as desperate as you are for companionship.”

Carl sighed in relief and gestured to the empty table. They both walked to a chair and sat down without saying another word. Now sitting in an awkward silence, Carl desperately tried to start up a conversation.

“Staughtbeary.” Carl grinned. “Your name closely resembles the name of an earth fruit, a strawberry.”

“Yes, it does. I was told that when I left orientation to join the crew on the ship. The trainer knew you were from earth and said that it would be a good icebreaker to start a conversation with you.” Staughtbeary stated proudly hinting that she was proud that Carl did it on his own.

“Well, orientation is getting better and better at determining the way in which we need to live our lives, someday orientation will run the whole ship instead of us.” Carl tried his hand at humor.

Staughtbeary chuckled. “We could tell our fortunes by it if it gets any more accurate.”

Carl laughed. “That's good. Your joke was definitely better.”

“Why, thank you.” Straughtbeary said rather humbly.

“So tell me, what led you to getting this starliner gig?” Carl asked sincerely.

“The devalue of life skills in the workplace.” Staughtbeary stated outright.

Carl shrugged. “I was hoping for your story, not the fact that society is crumbling around us.”

“Oh, sorry.” Staughtbeary turned a darker shade of blue, which Carl recognized as blushing. “I applied everywhere that pertained to ecological decay and restoration but not only was there not any job openings, many of the restoring efforts have been solved by gene splicing and the thing that I am so passionate about doesn’t even exist anymore. I got my degree in ecological decay and now it is as useless as an arts degree.”

“Hey, what a coincidence…” Carl started just before he was interrupted.

“You have a degree in ecological decay?” Staughtbeary asked rather excitedly about being in the same boat with at least one person.

“Uh, no.” Carl couldn’t hold back a chuckle. “I have an arts degree.”

They both laughed for a bit before Staughtbeary moved the conversation forward. “So you have a useless arts degree and that landed you here?”

“No, I was trying out to be a part of a musical being done on the cruise ship and even though I am talented as an earthling, I just didn’t stand a chance against the Rumaiens who have two sets of vocal cords and can sing their own harmonies. The Captain of the ship was one of the judges for the tryout and noticed all my survival skills on my resume.”

“So, you were lucky? And I am desperate?” Staughtbeary deflated in her chair.

“No, I was desperate enough to accept the offer of a groundbreaking, ‘at trial’ position that if there wasn’t any good outcome would have disappeared.” Carl shugged. “I had no better prospects either, but at least you came into this position while it is secure.”

“What kinds of skills did you have on your resume?” Staughbeary pedaled back a bit.

“Oh, just knot tying and camping.” Carl stated.

“You had camping as a skill? Camping is a recreational activity, not a skill.” Staughtbeary mused at the incorrect thought.

“A friend of mine told me to put it on my resume because there are many in the universe who don’t see camping as recreation and see it more as a whole set of skills, which is exactly what happened to me.” Carl was trying to explain that his side of the story was similar to her story.

“Well, if you hadn't paved the way for me I wouldn’t even be here.” Staughtbeary said appreciatively.

Carl smiled with his teeth and then quickly let his lips fall to cover them up, which was a long standing habit that Staughtbeary noticed Carl do and got curious.

“Why did you sort of stop smiling just now?” Straughtbeary asked.

“Oh, that?” Carl shook his head. “You will stop baring your teeth to smile soon enough.”

“What? Why?” She cocked her head to one side as she asked curiously.

“Well, people from paradise planets, which is everybody else on the ship, don’t have a predator or prey relationship with anything, so when they are around Deathworlders, like us, they see us as Deathworlders in context, so if we show any signs of aggression it will push them into a fight or flight survival mindset, and since they have never needed to prey on other creatures or be prey they don’t know how to fight against anything, so when they get triggered they act like prey, trying to run or play dead or something. It really detracts from getting work done so I never bear my teeth anymore because subconsciously it gets perceived as an act of aggression.” Carl ended nearly out of breath as if he was trying to say it all in one breath.

“I haven't experienced that yet, I don’t think my face changes from pure confusion.” Straughtbeary explained. “Everyone who comes in asking for help with something is carrying a small trinket and asking if it could kill or harm them.”

“Is it like marbles and stuff?” Carl asked specifically.

“Yes, they have marbles and rocks and one guy even brought in a tooth, they are all totally crazy.” She said getting flustered just thinking about it.

“That is kind of funny, I think they are all trying to verify what I have already told them. Even though I was the only expert, they didn’t believe me, and now that there is a new expert they are trying to find out if the first one was really wrong, they don’t want to believe the truth.” Carl explained excitedly.

“You know I thought better of it but I had a moment when I had the idea to just lie and go along with what they say they think this thing will do.” Staughtbeary admitted.

“Yeah, that was smart of you to do.” Carl stated. “I wasn’t so smart.”

Straughtbeary twisted her face in intrigue as what Carl said sunk in. “Wait, what? What happened? Did you?”

“Yes, I gave in,” Carl’s head lowered. “I am not proud of it, but a cult on board the ship still meets weekly to worship a pebble.”

“So you started a religion?” Staughtbeary asked.

“Not really, I went to one of their meetings and tried to convince them to stop, but instead got labeled as one of the deceivers, and before you say it, I know how backwards it is to be labeled a deceiver and it being my word that started the believing in it in the first place.” Carl explained with such exasperation.

Straughtbeary couldn’t stop laughing at the irony of it all. Carl couldn’t believe how honest he had been about some of the most embarrassing things he had ever done. The night was passing by as the two reminisced over some parallels in their cultures and talked through the night one upping each other about scars and wounds. Before they knew it they were side by side looking out the windows at the many star patterns that they each knew.

“This one looks like a Dracnotolumis drainage ivy.” Straughtbeary stated with glee pointing to each star that made up the pattern.

Carl followed along but didn’t know what she was talking about. “Oh wow, another plant shaped one.”

Staughtbeary grinned. “At least it is not another ‘Greek god’ as you put it.”

“Well, Earth’s basic astrology is tied closely to an ancient and dead religion.” Carl said as a matter of fact.

“And Ravnareer’s basic astrology mirrors the life that is upon it, including my favorite things, plants.” Staughtbeary smiled and swayed in place, staring back out at the stars again.

Carl looked down at his feet before glancing over at a nearby group of partiers and then looking back to Staughtbeary. “You ever wish you weren’t from a death world?”

“No, but I can tell that this place has gotten to you though.” Straughtbeary gave away that she had been watching Carl in the reflection of the window as she talked right to him but not turning her head in the slightest. “I would hate to be from some paradise planet, I would be afraid of everything and nothing would ever be good enough, besides that I would be even more upset that I didn’t have all of my life threatening stories which in a whole make up who I am.”

“Yeah, but being from a death world you didn’t really face death that often did you?” Carl asked.

“No, not that often but when I did face it, it was good to know that I was still alive regardless of the threat against me.” Staughtbeary grinned again. “Like that one time I was attacked by a Reek, it’s stinger could have punctured my skin and left it’s poisonous tip behind killing me in minutes but instead the Reek reared back for a strike and I turned my head away which hit the Reek with one of my spikes causing it to spin and fall to the ground probably saving my life.”

Carl excitedly nodded his head. “Wow, that reminds me of the time that I got surprised by a rattlesnake in the wild-”

“Wild?” Staughtbeary interrupted. “Do you have certain animals that are more chaotic than others?”

“Oh, no.” Carl shook his head before explaining. “On Earth, we had many people keep animals in captivity and those that were living in nature and were not domesticated by the influence of humans were considered wild animals.”

“Undomesticated, got it.” Staughtbeary said as if repeating carl.

“Anyway, that kind of poisonous snake makes a loud rattling sound with its tail to warn or scare other creatures away because it is ready to strike to protect itself, and I didn’t hear any rattling until I nearly stepped on it.” Carl started to sound like he was bragging. “The Rattle snake snapped at me but just barely missed.”

“Wait a second, have you ever actually had any life threatening injuries or have you only ever skirted around the dangerous things?” Staughtbeary asked with curiosity.

“No, I have always stayed out of harm's way and most of my scary experiences are just near misses.” Carl explained. “Why do you ask?”

“Well, I am the same way, nothing has happened to me either, I just look back at my life and see all the times I could have died and never experienced the things that could have caused death. I have only been a survivor by avoidance, not experience.” Straughtbeary shrugged from her realizations.

“Well, I believe that makes us better qualified for our jobs then, because I have met those from my world that are not careful and think that nothing bad will happen to them, we are opposite and we would teach others to be like us and avoid dangers. If we were to encourage diving in and asking questions later then we would be as good as doctors treating people for what has happened to them,” Carl explained. “and I am not a doctor, I would not be able to help afterwards anyway.”

“I never thought of it that way,” Staughtbeary smiled. “I also never thought I would be grateful for an analytical over-explanation.”

“Oh, my world calls that mansplaining.” Carl stated.

“Mansplaining? That is rather descriptive and on point, how clever.” Straughtbeary mused.

The crowds of people gathered around the dance floor made some noise that both Carl and Staughbeary thought was part of the partying so they paid no mind to it.

“I wonder, have you ever-” Carl stopped when the crowd's noise didn’t sound like fun noise.

Carl and Staughtbeary were now looking at the group of people trying to understand what was going on. A blood curdling scream pierced the air and Carl and Staughtbeary started running towards the crowd worried for what was going on. The crowds were backing away from something on the dance floor as if there were some kind of dangerous creature. They pushed through the crowds to see what was going on and finally got sight of the cause of comotion.

A team of attractive dancers were dancing in unison and the crowds were entranced and excited, calling out and screaming when some part of the dance stimulated them.

Embarrassed that they were thinking about survival stuff and were reacting to normal stuff like it was something dangerous, they stepped back and sank back into the crowds which wasn’t that hard to do because everyone gave Straughtbeary a lot of space now that they could see her.

The two laughed as they walked away from their embarrassing moment which wasn’t really that embarrassing because everyone avoided the two of them anyway. They walked out of the “Funasium” where the party was being held and Carl walked Straughtbeary to her quarters.

“I guess we need to get off our one track mind.” Carl said with a smile. “See you around the office when it’s not busy.”

“Has the office ever been slow?” Staughtbeary asked with hope for the future.

“No, but I might say hi when I pass by your desk.” Carl smiled again.

“That sounds good,” Straughtbeary smiled back. “I will do the same.”

#humans are deathworlders #humans are space australians #the universe #humans are space orcs #humans are space oddities

117 notes · View notes

run2yew · 1 year

Text

Glass.

Pairing: Seo Changbin/Female reader

Genre: romance, suggestive, smut, friends to lovers, college au

Word count: 6.5k

Warnings: swearing, making out, fingering, dom Changbin, mentions of exhibitionism/voyeurism, sexual tension

Summary: Changbin isn't lying, Chan had the tendency to treat you like anything and anyone could break you, as if you're made of glass.

•

"You can't be serious." You whine, throwing your books to the table, unable to accept your soon-to-be faith.

It's a typical afternoon, and you and your three roommates—your closest friends—sat at your usual table in your favorite restaurant off campus.

You met up to get lunch together every wednesday, like a small little ritual to catch up, when you didn't have classes that clashed- even though you lived together.

The main goal was always to be with each other, of course. But you couldn't help but get a little carried away by your daily shenanigans, so it would always end up with the four of you chatting, maybe gossiping a bit, about anything and everything.

However, today you used this time for something a bit different.

A house meeting.

"I'm sorry, but we need this. I can take one cockroach, but two? Unbearable! What if it spreads?" Sumin argues, taking a bite of her food.

"I'm pretty sure that was the same cockroach, just in a different spot." Shuhua says, leaning into your ear, so you're the only one that can hear it."

You snort, swatting at her arm playfully, turning to face Sumin again when you feel her annoyed gaze on you.

Denying Sumin's request to fumigate the whole place due to a single cockroach was, the most logical response.

But It'll be only a day, you tell yourself; she took the responsibility to pay for it too. And honestly, that would probably help your apartment overall.

Sighing, you comply. "Okay, but it still isn't fair to me; you all have somewhere to go. Where am I going?" You pout, fidgeting with your cup in dejection.

Most times, you didn't mind being single, you could even say you enjoyed it a lot since your last relationship wasn't the best.

But these little moments, where you knew all of your friends would be at their boyfriends and girlfriends houses, did tug on your heartstrings a little, and not in a good way.

"You can stay with me if you want." Ryujin suggests, finally looking up from her phone to take another bite.

"And risk hearing you and Soojin in the middle of the night again?" You shake your head"No, thank you."

That day was traumatizing.

And not in a bad way.

No further explanations are needed.

She parts her lips for a split second before closing them again, like she's pondering what to say, before shrugging in defeat. "Well, I tried."

"You can always talk to your 'Channie'." Sumin teases, but her smile remains sympathetic. "You have two days to decide, they're coming on friday."

"Fine."

---------------------------------

"Of course you can stay with us." Chan responds, and he seems nearly offended at the fact that you thought you couldn't.

You've known Chan for a long time—since high school, to be exact. You got paired up for a group project once, and the rest was history. You were practically inseparable all through high school.

When you got into the same college, the two of you basically morphed friend groups and started hanging out with the same people. It happened naturally. Chan moved in with a few guys from his major right away, and you lived at the dorms for a year or two before moving in with the girls. After a few months, everyone was coming together, and you and Chan would always take pride in finding such good people to be around—well, you would, that man is just too humble for that.

So logically, he was the first person in mind when this whole "let's fumigate our entire place because of one cockroach" thing began, but you still had your doubts, he lived with three people after all.

"Are you sure?" "It won't be weird?" You had to ask, no matter how close you are to him and the guys; it still felt invasive.

He tsks, throwing a hand over your shoulder, squeezing lightly, "No! Plus, most of the kids don't sleep there on fridays anyway; you might have the luck to have the house all to yourself."

You smile at the word "kids." Cute. Typical dad, Chan.

"And they're cool with that?" You insist, trying to wrap your head around your own idea.

He rolls his eyes, delivering a pat on the side of the shoulder he's still holding. "Please, we've been friends forever, you know better than this."

"I just don't want to bother, but my house is too far and I-"

"Mate," He grabs both of your shoulders now, forcing you to look at him. He smiles and it immediately feels comforting, little dimples peeking adorably. "Don't overthink this, there's no need to, yeah?"

"Thank you." You pull him into a hug.

Chan never failed to know what you were feeling; he understood your tendency to overthink even the smallest things and always made you feel like you didn't have to. "I love you."

"Ayyy, I love you too, mate." He pats your head, and you can feel his chest vibrate as he chuckles. "What's our next class?"

"Statics." You groan.

"Kill me, kill me now." Do it."

-----------------------------

Friday came along rather quickly, and you didn't think your day would be as full as it actually was.

You got to shower at home after the gym in the morning, which was a relief, but you had to leave at 9 a.m. right after it. It didn't matter because your day was packed with stuff, you had a few extra classes that extended all the way through the evening, and you barely had time to have lunch—you did though, Felix forced you.

You left the campus around six, and once you got to the guys' apartment, panting, you have to take a moment or two to breathe.

"Fucking Google Maps decided to lie about this being a fifteen-minute walk." You mumble to yourself, holding your knees for support.

You've never actually walked all the way to the guys apartment, Chan would drive you everytime.

But it took you nearly thirty-five minutes to get there, with a huge backpack full of your things.

Gathering some courage to knock on the door is the next thing on your list, and you hate how nervous you are. You've known these people for three years now; you've spent the night over at this place a few times too. Why is it so hard to just be cool with it?

Maybe it's the text that Chan sent you this morning.

chris 🐺: don't think I'll see you today, im sorryyyyy

you: why? something up??

chris 🐺: yeah, I have this track to work on and i think its gonna take all night, for monday but i wanna finish as soon as possible

you: :(((

you: but that's okay!! I'll be fine don't worry, I'm just gonna miss you

chris 🐺: why cant you be this cute when we're around other people?

chris 🐺: ill be home for breakfast tho

you: okay, don't forget to have dinner <3

chris 🐺: dont do anything I wouldn't!

For some reason, that conversation has been lingering in your mind. You've never spent the night without Chan, and you do trust the guys, a lot actually but you don't trust...

Yourself.

Especially if Hyujin and Jisung are not around.

You feel a wave of courage build up and knock, bouncing on your feet in anticipation.

You'll be fine, as long as it's not just you and-

Changbin opens the door abruptly, beaming at you in his usual sweatpants and hoodie combo, his black hair falling on his face slightly.

Shit.

"Hey, come in!" He says and you walk inside, closing the door before you and grabbing the bag from your hand almost instantly.

"I'll put this in Chan's room, looks heavy." He rushes before you can thank him, and you exhale sharply, only then realizing you've been holding your breath.

You take a second to look around, and it doesn't take long for you to figure out that he's the only one in the house. It's weirdly quiet; you haven't heard any screaming to open the door, let alone loud music coming from any room.

"The guys are out, as you can see." Changbin points, pulling you away from your thoughts. "I texted Chan about it a few hours ago, but I think he forgot to tell you, sorry." He adds, shoving his hands inside his pockets and taking a step closer to where you were standing.

"Out as in..."

"As in, probably not coming back today." He pinches his tone teasingly, and you chuckle. "Chan's spending the night at the studio with Jisung working on a track, and Sanha dragged Hyujin to a party that apparently goes all the way to the morning."

So it's just you and Changbin.

Alone.

"Oh..." You trail off, uncertain of what to say next.

Changbin blinks at you as if he's trying to read your expression, his eyes searching as he brings himself to speak again. "If you're not comfortable, I can go to the studio and finish up my work there,"

"No, no!." You rush to cut him off, afraid you might make him feel like he's making you uncomfortable. "This is your house. "I'm good. Don't worry."

But it's hard not to feel touched by his proposition, really. Changbin stood there with a reassuring smile, offering to leave his own home to study on a studio couch, with a bunch of work to do.

It's oddly sweet.

And it's even harder not to stare at him for too long.

"Okay." He finishes, making his way to the couch and reuniting his papers and laptop, throwing his legs over the coffee table. "Make yourself at home; you know where everything is."

You smile back at him, confused about what to do next. Until the knowing and painful feeling of duty washes over you.

You had to write a fucking essay.

"Shit." You mumble, closing your eyes in disapproval.

"You good?."

"Yeah, just this essay I forgot I had to do." You answer.

"Hey, the sooner you do it, the sooner you finish, hm?" He points, giving you an empathetic smile. At least he could relate to you.

"Yeah, I'll take a shower and get it over with."

"Be my guest."

---------------------------------

You come back from the shower feeling refreshed, especially after all the walking you did.

Chan's room looked the same as always, except a tiny bit tidier. He left a note on his bedside table, pointing out where things you might need were and the places you could put your stuff. Sweet, you think. He could've just texted you, but oh no, that's not Chan, you know Chan. He enjoys going the extra mile for the people he cares for.

You decided to put on something more comfortable since you'd be working on your essay for a few hours. Settling for a white tank top and some sweatpants, you take your stuff and make your way back to the living room.

Changbin's still seated in that same spot, attentively looking at his laptop screen, headphones over his ears, brows furrowed in thought, mumbling things you can't quite figure out.

Thankfully, he doesn't succeed in noticing your staring. But he notices your presence when you sit by his side, open your own laptop, and prop it on the coffee table.

"What a great way to spend your Friday night, huh?" He ironically asks, pulling down his headphones.

"I know, so exciting." You joke, bringing out your notepad with the class notes you took.

"Anyways, good luck with that."

"Thanks Bin. You too."

---------------------------------

One hour passes.

And you're halfway through your essay when Changbin shifts by your side, bringing out his arms to stretch his limbs.

"You want some water?" You ask, already thinking about getting up, legs on the verge of falling asleep.

"That'd be nice, thanks." He says, releasing a sharp breath. He sounds tired. And of course he is; he's been studying since you got here an hour ago.

Pushing yourself up from your very comfortable position on the couch, you head to the kitchen, taking two water bottles with you.

Except some apples call your attention when you turn around, and you're starting to crave a snack to accompany you throughout your torture.

"Want an apple?" You ask, voice raising so Changbin could hear you all the way through the kitchen.

"Sounds good!."

"See? Everything's cool. You got this" you say to yourself.

The truth is, you may or may not have had a crush on Changbin when you first met him.

He was the first one to call your attention out of all of Chan's friends once he moved. He seemed so attentive and caring, and he was really funny too. Not that any of that has changed; of course, he is still the same, if not hotter. But you learned to keep those teeny feelings on the down low; you didn't want to make things awkward between you and him, especially when you're in the same friend groups.

And you did well for the most part. The first few months of freshman year were definitely the hardest, even though you've never let the feelings grow past a crush. You were always so aware of his presence, of the way he looked, and of the way he spoke. He never made it easier on you either, with that pretty smile and soft-looking eyes.

Then he got a girlfriend, and that's when you burried your feelings to the ground. And even after they broke up, you just didn't feel things with the same intensity; you were completely over the crush.

Except when he smiled at you a little too brightly, or when he called you to workout with him and Chan and helped you with your sections, or when you two were hanging out with everybody and he'd look directly at you when saying something. And today, when he opened the door, and you're sure you're not crazy, you're sure his smile grew even wider when he saw it was you.

Yeah, maybe you weren't totally over it.

But it didn't matter.

Shaking your thoughts, you go back to the living room, and once you're back, you're met with a quite different sight. One that makes you trip on your own feet, almost dropping everything in your hands in the process.

Changbin. In a tight, plain white t-shirt that was clearly too short for him. His hoodie, long forgotten, was tossed to the side of the couch, he probably felt hot while you were in the kitchen.

It's enough to make your legs shake.

You're able to balance yourself back without actually dropping everything, but still, Changbin rushes to help, taking the plate with the apples and the knives from your hands.

"You okay there, champ?" And my God, his tone was teasing, a bit condescending, but no matter what, he was always attentive and careful.

"Yeah, sorry." You force a chuckle and say, "I got distracted for a second."

"I could tell."

---------------------------------

Now that it's been three hours and you're finally done, your neck hurts, your head feels a bit heavy, and your limbs are begging to feel numb.

You sigh deeply, placing your computer on the coffee table, and stretching as much as you can.

In the process, you catch a glimpse of Changbin's eyes on you through your perimetral vision, and without thinking, you turn to meet them. He smiles sheepishly, shifting his attention to his own work, like he's been caught.

You don't fail to notice the way his eyes are a bit heavy; he's probably even more exhausted now, after this whole time.

"Changbin?." You ask, scooting closer to him on the couch, feeling much more comfortable with his presence now than you did several hours ago.

He doesn't respond, and you assume he didn't hear, so you carefully pull down his headphones, making him jolt in surprise, his eyes going wide.

"Yes?" he asks.

"Are you hungry?" Because you were, you're positive that this essay sucked every bit of life and energy out of you.

His lips curl up immediately as his gaze softens; he closes his laptop and nods, meeting your eyes. "Starving."

You laugh, nodding your head as you get up. He follows shortly after.

"I think there's kimchi in the fridge. I'll make some rice and you cut up some vegetables?" He's asking, of course, there's definitely an audible question mark to it. But something about his tone doesn't fail to make it sound a bit demanding, like a soft order.

"Sure." You agree, washing your hands and searching for the cutting board.

You already know where most of the things are; you've been here a million times, so overall, it's very intuitive to you to figure things out. Regardless, you find it endearing when Changbin takes everything you'll need and places it on the kitchen counter for you.

You thank him and begin to carefully cut the vegetables.

Changbin is right in front of you, at the kitchen sink, grabbing some rice to put on the rice cooker.

You begin taking his presence in, traveling your eyes through his figure. He's one hell of an attractive guy, and the secret fixation you have on his arms is only growing stronger with that white t-shirt - that was was a little too small for him - hugging his biceps so heavenly. His sweatpants, contrary to your own, were criminally low-waisted, leaving a small gap between them and his shirt, exposing a bit of skin right on his v cut.

Oh my God.

Maybe you should chill; this is starting to get to you.

Changbin turns abruptly around, probably wondering why the cutting sound stopped and you panicked, trying not to make it obvious you were ogling him. It feels like he knows, like he's felt your gaze on him all this time. The corners of his mouth go up contradictorily, like he's holding down a smirk.

"Something wrong?." He asks.

You're screwed. Changbin saw you checking him out, and you're screwed, because how are you going to come up with an explanation-

Oh no.

He's crossing his arms.

Changbin is crossing his fucking monster arms in front of you.

You want him to headlock you.

He tilts his head, signing for you to talk, to give him an answer, but you can't form a cohesive phrase.

Say something, anything, your brain urges you. Just don't admit you were watching his gorgeous figure and pretty face.

Come up with something, just...

"...We're matching." You begin, and the embarrassment washes you straight away. Seriously? That's the best you could come up with? Out of any excuse?

"Like, our outfits and stuff. I just realized it." You completed it; it should make it better.

At least you made a valid point; you were matching. Even though you had on a very simple look, it caught your attention after you said it. same color of sweatpants, and your white tank and his white t-shirt went perfectly together.

"Oh, yeah," He looks down at what he's wearing, pulling on the ends of his shirt, before looking back at you with that fucking gorgeous smile and saying, "Guess we are."

"Or maybe this is just the swamped college student's go-to outfit." Well, if you couldn't convince him, you could at least humor him.

Thankfully, Changbin lets out a loud laugh, and you don't miss the way your stomach turns at the sound. "That's a possibility, yes." He nods.

"You wore it better though." He simply adds, voice suddenly going lower, before turning back to the sink to wash his hands.

His tone echoes in your head. Is he...

You blink "Thanks."

Is that ...flirting?.

Nope. You're probably just projecting.

You decide to focus your attention on the cutting board Infront of you instead, picking up your knife.

Gladly, you're done with everything pretty soon. "I'm all set here."

"Cool, let's cook them while we wait for the rice." "You want some fried eggs too?"

You nod, going over to the sink to fill a pot with water.

"Changbin?" You ask, watching him pour the vegetables on the pot and turn on the fire.

"Mhm?" He hums.

"Sorry if this is an invasive question. But why aren't you majoring in music production too?"

"Not invasive at all." He leans on the kitchen counter, facing you. "Elaborate."

"Like, yeah, I know you like health and physical stuff, and etcetera. But I've seen you at the studio before, and you're so in your element. When you talked about Jisung and Chan today, it made me wonder, why you aren't there with them."

He breathes out, looking down at his feet. "It's a boring, logical explanation honestly,"He begins, "My parents, though supportive, didn't think it'd be the best for me to go full time into the producing thing, and let's just say they're pretty good at convincing." The hint of humor in his voice at the end of his sentence has you chuckling lightly, contrasting with the seriousness of his words.

"I picked a major I was interested in; I figured being a gym instructor would be fun, or maybe a P.E. teacher, something a bit more stable, that would get them off me for a while."

"So you just met Chan and Ji randomly around campus?" You ask, leaning closer to him as your interest grows. You've never had this type of conversation with him, it was intriguing.

"Not really. I considered double majoring, but classes were already kicking my ass at the time. So I went with the next best thing, taking a few classes here and there to keep me entertained and learning. That's when I met them, at one of those classes. Now I help Chan and Jisung whenever they need it, do some featuring if they beg me hard enough, and work on my own tracks from time to time."

You nod, slowly taking in the information that was delivered to you. "That's smart. You're smart."

Hearing this from him felt nice; it was a question that had stayed on your mind for a bit now, and you're glad he was honest. You enjoyed hearing him talk.

Changbin chuckles, patting the top of your head - like he knows you hate it - but the small contact still gets a fuzzy reaction out of you

"It took me a long time to figure it out though, don't flatter me."

---------------------------------

The rice is finally ready when you're done with your conversation, and the two of you go back to preparing the food.

Eventually, you're both sitting at the kitchen counter as you stuff your face with that glorious kimchi; the fact that you were starving may have helped a bit too. And once you're done, you offer Changbin the option of resting for some extra minutes before diving back into his work.

He doesn't think twice before accepting the offer as you two move to the couch to chat away about everything and anything. Some cookies Felix baked the night before are now sitting in front of the two of you as you talk.

"Okay. First impressions. Total honesty. Go." You shoot, sipping on your soda.

"Okay." Changbin blinks, his lips parting just a little before closing again, like he's carefully thinking about the next thing to say. "When Chan got here with you the day he moved, I thought you were his girlfriend or something." "I got a little hurt with the fact he never told me anything about it."

You let out a chuckle, scrunching your nose and shaking your head in refutation.

It's not like you and Chan haven't been mistaken for a couple before; it has happened. But the actual thought of it being real seemed so distant to the two of you. You were simply too close for that.

Changbin shrugs in an almost apologetic way before continuing. "Then he told me you guys weren't dating, and I..."

He pauses, looking directly into your eyes and licking his lips.

Focus. Focus. Focus. Focus.

"You want total honesty?" He hesitantly asks.

You tilt your head, confused as to why he'd need to check again, and nod. "Yeah, gimme. I can handle the truth."

"I was happy you weren't his girlfriend." "I found you hot."

Shit.

You're halfway through a sip when he confesses, and you nearly spit out your drink, coughing furiously, your eyes shutting forcefully.

Seo Changbin, found you hot.

"Me?."

"Yeah," he confirms, as if it's totally obvious. "It's not like you don't know you're attractive; come on now."

"Well...,true." And now is his time to chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes. "I just didn't know you found me attractive, especially back then."

He shrugs again and then taps your thigh with his index finger, breaking the invisible barrier between your bodies. It's enough to make your stomach twitch again, a familiar feeling filling you.

"I did. But Chan was so overly protective of you at the time, I mean, not the he isn't like that usually, but still."

He isn't lying, Chan had the tendency to treat you like anything and anyone could break you, as if you're made of glass. And at the time, you were the only reminiscent of home he had, so it got stronger.

"He scared the living shit out of us too, talking about you 'being off limits'". You both laugh when he mimicks Chan's typical dad voice, the one you all knew so well.

"Anyways, your turn." He encourages.

"So, like, total honesty?"

He nods.

"When I stepped my foot in this house, I didn't know what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't all of... this." You wave your arms around vaguely, gesturing wildly.

"What?."

"Chan told me, "I'm moving out with a few new friends," and I was like, "Cool, I'll help you move." But of course he forgot to send me the memo that his roommates were, like, insanely hot. "I would've put on some gloss at least."

He snorts, and you feel kind of proud of how many laughs you've gotten out of him this whole night.

"So I have to admit my first impression of you was kind of vague; my head couldn't shake out the "Oh my God, he's so good looking." So I didn't have much to think about until the second time we saw each other.

You're just blabbing at this point, your brain is focused solidly on the fact that Seo Changbin thinks you are hot.

"And how was that?" Changbin speaks again, but his voice doesn't hint at an ounce of curiosity; instead, it's a bit challenging.

"Different. I wasn't expecting you to be that polite, let alone that shy. It was cute. So I guess that was my first impression: cute."

And so hot you wanted to jump him right there and then, but you can't add that.

"I don't think that's the best first impression to have."

"Hey, we're here now, so you can say it worked." You nudge his shoulder, unable to hide your smile.

"It could've worked better."

"Really? How so?."

Changbin doesn't answer. Instead, he delivers another tap on your knee, and you shiver, biting on your bottom lip, staring directly at him.

"Don't look at me like that." His voice is low, raspy even—a contrast from how sweet he sounded a few minutes ago.

"Like what?."

Silence falls between the two of you as you lean in to get a better look at his face. Changbin doesn't look away from you either, not even for a split second, and you tilt your head, licking your lips when his gaze falls on them.

"You don't know what you're doing right now..." He trails off, a glint in his eyes when they land on yours, and you can see the way they darkened, gaze dragging through you.

Unbelievable.

Changbin wants you too.

In order to test your theory, you allow yourself to get just a bit closer to him, and his hand opens on your knee, squeezing it gently. "Maybe I do know what I'm doing." You whisper.

"Fuck, Chan's going to kill me for this." It's all Changbin says before pulling you into a kiss.

The kiss is passionate, really passionate. Changbin chases your lips like he's always wanted you, and you gasp, your body still afraid to give in to the fact that Changbin is kissing you, really kissing you.

You push the doubts away, tired of overthinking so much, giving in to the want and need you had of him. It's the best decision you could've ever made.

His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you into his warm embrace, and you nearly whimper just at the feeling of his body against yours. He nips your bottom lip, coaxing you to open up, and you needily comply with his request, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth and holding back the urge to moan against his lips.

You allow your hands to trace up his chest, feeling and moving them all the way to his biceps. He moves to your neck, and it's embarrassing the way you're already panting, struggling to keep your breath steady as he moves down to place open mouth kisses on your chest, but the effect he has on you is so obvious.

"You're so hot, holy fuck." He whispers against your skin, tightly gripping your waist. "I've wanted to do this for a long time."

"Really?." You ask shakily.

He begins trailing hot kisses on your neck, and you whimper at the sensation. He suckers and bites your sweet spot, and you throw your head back, allowing him to work properly. Nodding, he answers, "Chan used to hunt me for it; he didn't want me to make a move on you if I wasn't sure...

"And now you're sure?" You want to keep pestering him about it, to ask more; you're so curious to know every single thing he wanted to do to you, all the things he thought to himself.

Instinctively, you run your fingers through his hair and give it an experimental tug—a little harsher than you usually do, to be honest—because you can't think straight anymore.

He lets out a low groan and pulls away, staring at you with so much lust that you feel like you're ready to combust. "I'm more than sure."

Changbin pulls away from you for a split second, and you furrow your eyebrows in confusion, until you catch him shamelessly gazing at your chest.

"Like what you see?" You cross your arms, bouncing on the couch just to tease.

"So much..." He unwraps your hands and brushes his thumb against your hardened nipple, and it's pathetic how your whole body jerks just from that simple touch.

"You act all big but can't take a tiny touch from me, huh?" He adds, carefully taking your top off and exposing your bare chest.

You wait for Changbin to do something, but he doesn't. His wide, lustful eyes travel over your body at a painfully slow speed.

"Never seen a pair of these in your life?" You joke, and he rolls his eyes, pulling you closer to him by your waist.

"Let me enjoy this moment, will ya?"

"You can enjoy it better with your mouth on me."

"You're so perfect." Changbin dives into your boobs like he's a starved man, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud in such a skilled manner that you wonder how good he must be in between your legs. You're biting on your bottom lip so hard that it feels like it'll draw blood.

"Don't hold back." "We're alone, and I want to hear you." He sinks his teeth into your nipple, playful, and you whimper at the sensation.

His left hand is now resting on your thigh, and you moan when his fingers slowly move upward, so close to where you need them.

And you need him badly.

You pull him into yet another searing kiss, the feeling of his mouth doing wonders on yours making you dizzy; you're moaning against his lips within seconds, and his hand is now on your inner thigh, just a few inches from your core.

Your breath catches when he sinks his fingers into the flesh; eyes forced shut, you bury your head in the crook of his neck.

"Bin," you plead.

"Mhmm? " "Where's all that attitude now?"

"I...just..." It's like your brain is shortcutting, all you can focus on is how his thumb is drawing patterns on your inner thigh.

"You have to tell me if you really want this. I need you to be sure." He says, in between pecks on your jawline, squeezing your inner thigh.

You're so drowned in lust you can't seem to find a way to answer him.

"Come on, I know Chan babies you, but you're a big girl."You can talk."

Him mentioning your best friend in such a sinful moment shouldn't have this much effect on you, but it only makes you grow wetter. The thought of not being seen as Chan's innocent best friend anymore... sets something inside of you.

"Fingers. Please, I need them; I need you." You squirm, and he chuckles darkly, pressing his middle finger against your clothed middle.

"But first..." You trail off, tugging at his shirt. "I want this off."

"As you wish." He says this before quickly pulling his shirt off and tossing it to the side, turning back to meet your eyes that are now far away from his own.

Now that you understand exactly what he was feeling, you want to take a picture of it and save it for later.

Changbin's big, and you know this; you've always noticed how broad he is when he decided to follow in Chan's footsteps and wear those slutty little shirts, but this, this was so different. The man is so damn built and so insanely broad. Your hands eagerly traced around his large arms, going all the way to his wide, really wide shoulders, and you could almost draw at the sight of him.

When you shift back to meet his eyes, he's looking at you with his eyebrows raised and that fucking knowing smirk decorating his face.

He's so smug. He knows he's hot.

"Fuck, Changbin, you're the hottest person I've ever laid eyes on." You don't know why, but you're breathless. The feeling of wanting him for so long and finally having him fills you completely.

He doesn't answer; instead, he chuckles darkly, pulling you by your waist. You gasp when, with one quick motion, he succeeds at pulling down your sweatpants and your pants. at the same time.

This man needs to stop, or you're going to go cum untouched.

Changbin begins rubbing circles into you, and it doesn't take long for you to buckle, holding onto his arms for support, fingers digging into the skin.

He clicks his tongue, his face is inches away from yours. "Found it."

"Shut u-" He cuts you off by pushing a finger into you. He grabs your nipples in between his fingers with his free hand and pinches it, earning a rather loud whimper from you.

"So sensitive." He mumbles, a bud still in his mouth, licking a long stripe that has you arching your back. When he pushes a second finger, you're already feeling overwhelmed, his scent and the growing knot on your belly being the only things on your mind.

You catch his mouth, leaning into his touch, wanting to feel him in every way you possibly can now. The third kiss you share is messy, just how you like it: tongues clashing, drool spilling from your mouth when you pull away gasping for air.

"Messy." He points, lips red and swollen; his thumb brushes against your clit again and you moan. "So dirty too, you don't even care if someone hears you, do you?"

You shake your head, unable to bring yourself to speak, holding back the urge to grind down on his fingers.

"What if Chan walked in?" "And saw his little innocent best friend moaning my name so sinfully, going dumb just from my fingers."

The picture fills your head: Chan opening the door suddenly and catching you all open and wide while crying out his other best friend's name.

It's wrong. Chan's been your best friend of years.

It shouldn't turn you on.

It really shouldn't.

But it does.

And you clench, whimpering from embarrassment, when Changbin raises an eyebrow at you.

"Oh, you like that?" He scuffs, quickening the pace of his fingers. "You like the thought of being caught?" No, you like the thought of being caught by him? "You want Chan to see how much of a mess you are for me?"

No, no, you can't admit that to him, you can't -

"Answer me, you can take it. You're a big girl, you're not made of glass". He takes this opportunity to curl his fingers, hitting just the right spot.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." "Yes, yes, yes, I do, just... please, please." You don't even have time to warn him before you're cumming, and you're left shaking, panting, and reaching for his body to ground you in every way you possibly can.

"Holy shit." You murmur, speechless.

He snorts, pulling his fingers out of you slowly. He's about to wipe them on his shirt, but you stop him, grabbing him by the wrist and bringing his hand closer to your face. You don't know what's gotten into you when you push his fingers inside your mouth and lick them clean, but it's not like you've never tasted yourself before; plus, the look on his face and the low grunt he lets out...priceless.

"Bed?." You ask mid-sucking, eyes pierced on his.

"Have I told you you're perfect today?"

---------------------------------

You wake up with an uncomfortable light coming from the blinders, hitting your eyes. Whining, you try to shift on the bed, only to be met with Changbin's strong arms holding you close and still next to him. Smiling at the sight, you let yourself enjoy this moment just a bit longer. Even when the soreness from the night before and the fact that you actually slept with Changbin hits you, you push the doubts away.

Those lovely seconds are rapidly disturbed by a sound on the kitchen, though, and you panic. You give Changbin a pat on the back in an attempt to wake him up.

"Bin?." You call.

Rolling your eyes, you try to break out of his embrace, failing miserably when his grip tightens.

"Binnie, wake up!" you try again, louder this time. He shifts, and you think he's finally awake, his eyes fluttering open lightly to meet your own.

"It's too early to wake up." Changbin whines, somehow moving even closer to you, taking your left leg and placing it on top of his. "And you need rest if you don't want to be tired for our first date later."

You tense when the word "date" hits your ears, and you must've given a hint of that tension because Changbin lets out a small chuckle, eyes fully opening.

He looks so beautiful and soft like this, with messy hair—that might've been your fault—droopy eyes blinking slowly at you, and the sweetest grin on his face.

Even though all of that happened, the fact that Changbin is in front of you wants to amaze you, and hearing that he wants to go on a date with you? or even date you for real? Breathtaking.

"I think someone's here, Binnie." You mumble quietly, afraid that might affect this whole situation.

"And what's wrong with that?" He's now lazily playing with your hair, fingers caressing through the locs carefully.

"You're not... bothered by it?" They might come check on us."

"Not really, I'm quite happy actually." He shrugs. "Unless you aren't, if so, we can-"

"No," you interrupt, struggling to meet his eyes. "I'm happy too."

"Good." He kisses your forehead and leans your head back to rest on his chest. You can feel his heart beating fast, and it's somehow reassuring, like it's saying, "I feel the same way about you."

All you can feel is utter happiness to be in this moment with him.

Until your phone rings.

Changbin gives you a look that says "don't answer," but your gut tells you otherwise, your phone is within arm's reach anyway, so you don't have to move around much to grab it.

Once you do, you catch the glimpse of Chan's name, apparently he called you and send a few texts.

Now it's Changbin's turn to be tense.

Opening your chat, you're met with his messages.

chris 🐺: really?

chris 🐺: I leave you guys alone for ONE NIGHT and you have sex?

chris 🐺: not that I didn't saw it coming, you're terrible at hiding it, but you could've at least WARNED ME before

you: how do you even know that????

chris 🐺: YOU'RE BACK 😭

chris 🐺: anyway, may or may not have walked into the two of you cuddling in your sleep

The sight could've been innocent honestly, if Changbin didn't sleep in his underwear and his hand wasn't placed on your ass throughout the entire night.

you: sorry, i was going to tell you this morning

chris 🐺: it's fine, im just sad that you're growing so fast 😭😭😭😭😭

you: christopher, quit acting like my dad!

chris 🐺: sorry

chris 🐺: it was cute though, i sneaked a couple of pics, doesn't matter

you: YOU DID WHAT????

Changbin snorts, eyes fixed on your phone, following your texts

chris 🐺: love you

chris 🐺: im making pancakes, if our breakfast plans are still up.

you: yeah, be out in a sec, need to soothe Changbin. he's traumatized, afraid you'll kill him

chris 🐺: oh and I will.

chris 🐺: after we eat tho :)

#stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut #skz x reader #seo changbin x y/n #seo changbin x reader #seo changbin #changbin smut #srray kids #skz changbin #kpop smut #kpop imagines #changbin one shot #skz one shot #kpop one shots

135 notes · View notes

writingraven · 2 years

Text

Writing Tips

Commonly Misused Words & Phrases

❋

phrases

⇾ another think coming (not another thing coming)

⇾ bated breath (not baited breath)

⇾ beck and call (not beckon call)

⇾ buck naked (not butt naked)

⇾ by accident (not on accident)

⇾ by and large (not by in large)

⇾ case in point (not case and point)

⇾ change tack (not change tact)

⇾ couldn’t care less (not could care less)

⇾ deep-seated (not deep-seeded)

⇾ due diligence (not do diligence)

⇾ exact revenge (not extract revenge)

⇾ for all intents and purposes (not for all intensive purposes)

⇾ free rein (not free reign)

⇾ homing in (not honing in)

⇾ hunger pangs (not hunger pains)

⇾ jibe with (not jive with)

⇾ moot point (not mute point)

⇾ nerve-wracking (not nerve-wrecking)

⇾ nip it in the bud (not nip it in the butt)

⇾ on tenterhooks (not on tender hooks)

⇾ one and the same (not one in the same)

⇾ palm off (not pawn off)

⇾ per se (not per say)

⇾ piqued my interest (not peaked my interest)

⇾ pore over (not pour over)

⇾ scot free (not scotch free or scott free)

⇾ shoo-in (not shoe-in)

⇾ sleight of hand (not slight of hand)

⇾ spit and image (not spitting image)

⇾ whet your appetite (not wet your appetite)

❋

words

⇾ accept: receive something (verb) // except: exclusion (preposition)

⇾ adverse: something harmful // averse: feeling of dislike

⇾ advice: guidance (noun) // advise: to give counsel (verb)

⇾ affect: to influence (verb) // effect: result (noun)

⇾ all together: same place, same time // altogether: whole or complete

⇾ allowed: permitted // aloud: audibly

⇾ allude: make indirect reference // elude: escape

⇾ amiable: referring to person // amicable: referring to interaction

⇾ among: expresses relationship between several items // between: expresses relationship of one thing to another or to many other things

⇾ amoral: lacking morality // immoral: not conforming to standard morality // nonmoral: morality is irrelevant

⇾ any time: noun phrase used after preposition // anytime: adverb

⇾ assure: to tell someone something with confidence // ensure: to make certain something will occur // insure: to protect

⇾ a while: noun // awhile: adverb

⇾ bate: angry mood // bait: lure

⇾ blond: masculine // blonde: feminine

⇾ breath: air inhaled and exhaled (noun) // breathe: the action of inhaling and exhaling (verb)

⇾ canvas: closely woven close used to make items // canvass: to look closely or to elicit votes

⇾ capital: city, wealth, or resource // capitol: building where lawmakers meet

⇾ carat: a measure of the purity of gold // caret: a mark placed below the line to indicate a proposed insertion in a text // carrot: a vegetable

⇾ complement: enhances something // compliment: expression of praise

⇾ conscience: noun; one’s awareness // conscious: adjective; awake or alert

⇾ continual: occurring at regular intervals // continuous: occurring without interruption

⇾ desert: dry terrain // dessert: sweet course

⇾ dichotomy: entirely opposite // discrepancy: relatively minor inconsistency // disparity: significant difference

⇾ disc: music or throwable object // disk: computer storage

⇾ discreet: unobtrusive // discrete: separate

⇾ disinterested: impartial // uninterested: bored or not wanting to be involved

⇾ each: refers to individual object or person in a group of two or more // every: refers to a group of objects or people in a group of three or more

⇾ e.g.: for example (exampli gratia) // i.e.: in other words (id est)

⇾ emigrate: to move away // immigrate: to move into

⇾ empathy: ability to understand another’s perspective or emotions (but do not necessarily share them) // sympathy: understand from one’s own perspective (and share feelings)

⇾ envy: feeling of desiring something one does not have // jealous: feeling of fearing losing something one does have

⇾ every day: adverb // everyday: adjective

⇾ farther: physical distance // further: metaphorical distance

⇾ fazed: disturbed // phased: staged

⇾ fewer: countable difference // less: metaphorical difference

⇾ flaunt: to show off // flout: to defy

⇾ hanged: death of person via hanging // hung: to have suspended something

⇾ historic: famous or influential // historical: related to history

⇾ ingenious: to be clever and creative // ingenuous: to be innocent and unsuspecting

⇾ its: possessive form // it’s: it is

⇾ lay: placement of something // lie: act of reclining

⇾ loose: not fixed in place (adjective) // lose: to be deprived of or defeated (verb)

⇾ may: high possibility // might: low possibility

⇾ palate: roof of mouth // palette: thin board of colors // pallet: bed or platform

⇾ peak: mountain top // peek: quick look

⇾ persecute: to harass // prosecute: to bring legal action

⇾ prescribe: dictate a rule to follow // proscribe: forbid something

⇾ principal: head of organization or sum of money // principle: basic truth or law

⇾ reign: to rule // rein: to control or restraint

⇾ sleight: deceitful dexterity // slight: insult

⇾ stationary: unmoving // stationery: letter writing materials

⇾ subconscious: not in current focus awareness // unconscious: processes that occur automatically and are not available to introspection

⇾ than: for comparisons // then: for passage of time

⇾ that: restrictive; indicates something specific // which: nonrestrictive; adds information

⇾ their: possessive form // there: place // they’re: they are

⇾ to: preposition // too: adverb meaning also // two: number

⇾ well: adverb // good: adjective

⇾ who: subject // whom: object

⇾ who’s: who is // whose: possessive form

⇾ worse: comparative // worst: superlative

⇾ your: possessive form // you’re: you are

#writing #writing tips #grammar #writing reference #reference #knowledge #english #homophones #mistakes #common mistakes

559 notes · View notes

femininefutbol · 2 years

Text

transfer talk

request: from the lovely @cneasai, i hope it lives up to your dreams

prompt: jill roord finally admits she has feelings for you when inform her that you are considering transferring clubs

word count: 1.9k

a/n: i said i couldn't upload until next week but wrote this between breaks of doing my uni work, it will likely be the last thing i have time to write until my unit is finished at the end of next week though

“Are you really thinking about moving to Madrid?” Sophie asks you excitedly, the two of you sitting in the backyard of your villa in Ibiza that you are at with your other Wolfsburg teammates Jill, Lynn and Lena.

“There’s a high possibility, I’m going to meet with the club before national camp starts” you explain, a small smile tugging at your lips at the excitement that your former teammate has about you possibly playing together again.

“What are you two talking about?” Lena practically stumbles into the backyard, basically still asleep. Herself and the two Dutch members of your holiday group, clearly not being early risers, leaving around an hour or so each morning for you and Sophie to just hang out together.

“(Y/N) is considering transferring to Real Madrid next season” Sophie infroms Lena, the excitement still present in her voice, not even allowing you to tell her yourself.

“How are you going to tell Jill?” is Lena’s immediate response.

“Why does it matter how I tell Jill?” you look at Lena, wondering what she is worried about.

“Because she likes you” Lena states in a duh tone.

Rumours had spread among the team towards the beginning of the season when Jill transferred to the club that she had some type of small crush on you ever since the 2019 World Cup.

You had yourself had a crush on Jill for the same amount of time so you were hopeful that being able to play together would be the catalyst that allowed something to happen between the two of you but she has only been strictly friendly towards the entire season leaving you assuming that the rumours that were spread were in fact false.

“I like her too, she’s a great friend but I don't see why that affects how I tell her” you shrug.

A look is shared between Sophie and Lena, the two of them wondering if you are having a laugh or if you are seriously just daft.

“No she likes you” Lena states, being sure to use a different tone for the word like to emphasise her point.

“Well by her behaviour this season I would never have guessed. I have been flirting with her since she transferred, I asked her out to countless dinners, I offered myself up as a tour guide and completely helped her settle in to the city and team. Through all that she was only ever friendly so I settled for friendship and now no offence but I will tell her the news in the exact same way that I would tell any of my other friends” you explain, a strained frustration present in your voice. There is also a stream of tears down your cheeks at the end of your explanation.

Instead of waiting around for a response from either of the girls you leave the backyard, making your way through the house.

You are stopped only when you bump into someone, hoping with every piece of your being that it isn’t Jill. You slowly look up, being met with the sight of Lynn looking at you in confusion, but all you feel is relief, a sigh escaping your lips.

“Good morning Lynn! I’m going for a walk, can you tell the others? Thanks” you state and before she is even able to greet you back you are out the front door of your villa, left alone to roam the streets of Ibiza.

Meanwhile Jill makes her way into the backyard, her usual cheeriness replaced by a silent stature, something clearly playing at her mind.

“Morning Jilly, excited for another day in paradise?” Sophie asks, herself and Lena deciding that you just need some time to yourself and that they shouldn’t be weird about the conversation you had with them just a few minutes prior.

“Sure” Jill shrugs, pulling her legs up onto the chair she has sat at, she wraps her arms around them and leans her head on her knees.

Sophie and Lena share a look, the two of them having a silent conversation about the fact that it seems rather obvious that Jill heard the conversation that you shared with them.

“Hey Jill” Lena speaks cautiously while attempting to get Jill’s attention. Jill looks up at Lena, a silent confirmation that she can continue what she was going to say. “Did you happen to hear a conversation that occurred with (Y/N) maybe 10 minutes ago?”

“The window in my bedroom is open” is Jill’s response, as she points to the window that is wide open and the closest to the group's outdoor patio furniture.

“So what are you going to do about it?” Sophie now asks, obviously referring to the conversation that Jill overheard.

“What am I supposed to do? She obviously doesn’t like me anymore and she is going to move to Real Madrid. I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear anything and continue being her friend” Jill responds, not understanding what they expect her to do when it seems clear that you were tired of waiting for her and the transfer to Madrid is all but confirmed.

“You are so stupid Jilly, do you like her?” Lena asks, an expectant stare on her face.

“Of course I like her, how couldn’t I? She’s literally the most incredible person I’ve ever met”

“So you win her over, obviously. Make her feel like the offer from Real Madrid isn’t even worth her time”

You aren’t surprised when your friends allow you the space you clearly needed. You had hoped that Jill would at least message you to see why you aren’t with them today as she was the only one you hadn’t seen before you left but you expect that the others told her that you need time away and that she respected that.

Your first contact with anyone from the group comes around mid-afternoon when Sophie calls you.

“Hey Soph, what’s up?”

“Would you want to go to dinner with me, just us two?” she asks.

“Um you do know that I left all upset this morning because I like Jill right? So if you are asking me on a date I’m going to have to politely decline” you explain, confusion in your tone as all week she had been talking about the goalkeeper that she plays with in Madrid that she is crushing on.

“No not like that (Y/N/N), I want to talk to you about your transfer to Madrid some more and I thought it would be nice to just talk one on one” she states, a loud laughter coming from her at the idea of you two ever going on a date.

“Okay that sounds nice actually. Where should I meet you?”

“We can go to the restaurant you’ve been wanting to try” she suggests, causing a smile to pull at your lips seeing as everyone had been refusing to go there with you all week.

“That sounds perfect. What time are we meeting?”

“Seven o'clock, don’t be late” Sophie speaks quickly, immediately hanging up the phone once she is done.

You arrive at the restaurant 5 minutes before the time Sophie stated, wanting to be early rather than late.

“Hi, do you have a reservation?” the hostess asks politely.

“I assume I do, it will either be under Sophie or (Y/N), just for two people” you explain, feeling a small bit of anxiety as she scans her list.

“Yep all good! Just follow me” she states after a minute of looking. She begins leading you through the restaurant to a semi-secluded area that is in the corner of their outdoor patio overlooking the beach. You look at the table that she has stopped at noting the extremely romantic set up. “The other member of your party hasn’t arrived yet but feel free to browse the menu”

“Um I’m sorry but are you sure this is the right table? I’m meant to be meeting my friend and all this is very romantic” you gesture at the tealight candles and rose petals that liter the table.

“It’s the right table” you hear a voice that does not belong to the hostess, in fact you know exactly who it belongs to, you look up meeting the eyes of your best friend.

“Jill? What are you doing here?”

“Taking you out to dinner to return the favour of all those dinners you took me on this year” she answers with a cheekily smile.

“You heard the conversation with Sophie and Lena this morning didn’t you?” you ask, semi-embarrassed that she heard you speaking about what you had assumed was your unrequited crush on her.

“I did, and I think we should talk about it”

You give her a look, urging her to speak first as clearly she already knows your thoughts on the matter.

“(Y/N) I like you a lot, I know you have heard the rumours about me having a crush on you at the 2019 World Cup and they were very much true. I was so excited to move to Wolfsburg and have the opportunity to play alongside you, and when you did all those kind things to help me settle in I assumed they were just kind gestures and I didn’t want to confuse that for you having feelings for me too. Every single time we hung out in that way I so badly wanted to hope that you were actually flirting and that the dinners and time alone meant something but I didn’t because in my mind there is no way that someone like you could be interested in me. Honestly you should have seen national team camps, the entire time I would just be teased for speaking about you or messaging you but I wouldn’t want it any other way because I liked you a lot and I still do. So while I would be extremely proud of you if you moved to Real Madrid, I do have to ask if there is any way that we could sort out this situation and I could potentially sway you to stay at Wolfsburg”

“Jill” you speak in a breathy tone, almost melting at her words.

“Yes?”

“You are such an idiot” a look of hurt crosses Jill’s face, a feeling of pure rejection settling in her heart. You notice immediately, “such an idiot because we could have already been together by now and I probably wouldn’t have even looked at Real Madrid’s offer”

“Am I too late then?”

“I would say you are just in time” a smile tugs at your lips as Jill’s face softens, relief overcoming her as she knows she still has a chance with you.

“So how heavily were you considering Real Madrid's offer? I don’t want to stop you from furthering your career” you can tell the sentiment is hard for her to get out, the dread that you are extremely interested in their offer and that you may still leave even though the feelings between you are now out in the open.

“Not very heavily, I have a lot of good things going for me in Wolfsburg” you admit, the two of you now sitting staring at each other with goofy grins on your faces.

#jill roord #jill roord x reader #jill roord imagine #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #wolfsburg #vfl wolfsburg women #vfl wolfsburg frauen #nedwnt #netherlands wnt #oranje leeuwinnen

298 notes · View notes

inchidentally · 1 month

Text

more tricky asks! again, bl 'wank adjacent' to not see these <3

(gonna lump these all together since it's the same topic)

I had no idea that leap was even made aslfgslajfgajsl yea it's just Lando being Lando! but hopefully if ppl know they're just being silly about rpf then that's fine. only a problem if they're truly thinking it's real.

these posts are also infamously bat signals that pro athletes do to let hookups know where they are

again like, I'm gonna assume that the dando ppl I follow are all fully aware that rpf is just for fun and not real. but yea those people you linked to (from what I remember, you sent this weeks ago I'm sorry!) are actually insane. even ignoring that Lando and Daniel choose to not see each other or interact for months ?? Lando literally went out of his way to say that he and Martin wanted to get out of Bali (do NOT quote me but I saw some ppl say they got robbed again? or their friends did?) and their Finland trip wasn't due to start yet so they decided to spend a day and night in Perth with Daniel. this was very much a Lando and Martin thing and it's funny and slightly tragic for ppl who keep trying to write Martin out of this.

there was also an entire group of Daniel's friends staying with him as well lasfljsagf how is any of this romantic or sexual unless Lando was the party bottom

honestly this is why I was surprised to find out there were dando truthers at all ?? when he does the exact same act with most of the men he meets why randomly decide that him doing that with Lando makes it a legit gay relationship alsfgsjlagflagf. I'm also not heterosexual so I cannot convince myself that Daniel's "gay" stuff is actually gay ! that man couldn't be more typically Aussie straight guy who almost veers homophobic with doing the gay shtick he does for laughs.

it's also where Martin has clearly struck a chord of unwelcome reality with the carlando and dando rpf truthers bc oops here's an example of someone who could in every way actually be a secret gay relationship of Lando's based on what they consider to be "evidence". I do not think they necessarily are in a relationship and will not makeassumptions about sexualities etc. but Lando, Carlos and Daniel literally friendzone each other and see each other as bros who pretend gay shit for a joke. they're also happy to not so much as think about each other for months on end let alone even see each other for anything other than F1 travel or group trips. but Martin? is in Lando's life significantly bc he actively chooses to be! when the season ends, for two years now he and Lando have done the thing all the drivers do with gfs and wives and spend almost every moment with each other on getaways! Lando liked a comment calling Martin his wag and didn't make a joke about it! they don't do anything bromancey or fake gay together! Lando genuinely gets bashful and quiet when asked about Martin! they're not bound together by work responsibilities and most of their time together is created in the small spaces their different careers allow! they're both actually single!

again, I am not wanting anyone to actually push this ship directly onto Lando or Martin or their personal content anymore than they already are. but I do have to laugh when I see two rpf ships fighting it out for who Lando wants more when like. if you apply real life logic and not manufactured bromance, Martin is the only candidate !!

and can I just say again thank fuck landoscar fandom doesn't do any of this shit and loves Martin and norrix and can multiship for fun godddd

I have a totally innocent and casual habit of reading gossip pages and let me tell you the rpf truthers revealing themselves when they push the "PR" and "beards" angle to try and get rid of Heidi and Rebecca lasgflsagfjagfsa. then the wailing when something inevitably destroys their conspiracy theories !! what's even funnier is that on multiple occasions Lando is found to be happily hanging out with Carlos and Rebecca and Daniel and Heidi. almost as if he's just a mate of theirs can you imagine ????

re the submission: I'm leaving those links up bc I know those ppl aren't taking any of this seriously and are just posting cute content - which it is! <3

but yea sadly there's people who see guys like Oscar and Martin as a "threat" to their rpf ship for various reasons (ironically, one of the main reasons being they don't play gay for a joke or do bromance stuff with Lando) and invent entire narratives around it. as you said, believing those narratives would mean believing Lando is the absolute worst of the worst and would paint him in a terrible light ??? even apart from it being wattpad levels of absurd

it's also just funny bc Oscar's Lando fanboying on social media included him liking carlando and dando content as well as Carlos and Daniel content. our boy was chronically online between karting and F1 and he was agreeing and playing along in both the circumstances you listed alhfalfhsafhsa literally why do ppl want this stuff to be so angsty for no good goddamn reason it's intended to be fun by all involved

and the second ask oh fr, even just bringing up maxiel it's like damn that shits all over dando alfhsalhflasfhal. ironically norstappen shits all over dando as well. but even apart from rpf Daniel is so in the public eye that everyone already knows who he considers his true closest friends and that Lando and the F1 drivers are all firmly in his work friends group.

side note you do wanna ask the ppl who are actively hating on Martin how they explain Daniel being tight with him before Lando was ???

I totally get needing to vent babes but my constant reminder will be to use this kind of stuff as a means of pruning your fandom experience. blockity block block anyone being this unhinged. Lando is on Raya, Daniel is in a ltr with Heidi, Carlos' family are welcoming Rebecca in more and more and Martin is... someone extra special to Lando. what that is defined as is known only to them <3

#inchreplies #wank adjacent #f1partnertalk #more tomorrow night sorry #side note I'm a multishipper in rpf but some things I'm just real firm about (like rpf truthing and misogyny)

4 notes · View notes

elliepassmore · 1 year

Text

The Atlas Paradox review

5/5 stars Recommended if you like: dark academia, magic, multiple POVs, grey morality, corruption arcs, redemption arcs I'll be honest, I gave this 5 stars but I'm not entirely sure how I feel about it. It definitely kept me interested (I read it in one sitting), but something about it felt...almost like I'd hyped it up too much in my mind and then it didn't meet those expectations. The characters were definitely a strength in this book. I enjoyed them much more in this one, perhaps because I came in already knowing a lot about them from the last book. I actually liked all the characters in this one (at least the main six), which was surprising since I didn't really like Callum the first time around. All of them developed over the course of the first book, and they develop again here, changing as things happen and they grow even more embedded in the Alexandrian Society. I like the plot with the library/archives, and think it raises some interesting questions. It didn't end up playing that big a role in this book, especially since the group didn't share their individual research projects with each other, so I hope it comes back in book 3. I also thought it was interesting how all the characters came across essentially the same topic, but from different approaches and with different theoretical frameworks. I would've liked to see more of the research that everyone was doing. Libby is really the main one whose research we see, but that seems to be largely due to the fact that her plot in this book requires it. While the goings-on of the other five don't necessarily require us seeing the research, their plots and research interests overlapped enough that it could've worked out. In terms of specific characters, Libby remains separate from the group for almost the entirety of the book. She has her own thing going on with Ezra (who is still terrible) and with not wanting to be kidnapped and trapped somewhere. She's definitely more self-assured in this one, and she gets a bit more ruthless too. It's seems a natural progression over the course of the book, and taking into account everything that's happened over the past two books, it comes across as a fairly reasonable development. I'm very interested to see what Libby does in book 3. Nico is in rough shape for this one. He still tries to put on a good face, but he's definitely struggling. Part of it is the loss of Libby and how that unbalances things, but another part of it is related to one of the underlying plots and affects everyone. His research was interesting, as was his decision to pair up with Tristan for the second year of study. We get to see a more vulnerable side to him in this one, and I'm curious to see if that continues in book 3 or if Libby being back changes things. Tristan is once again an interesting case. He feels deep wells of guilt over attempting to kill Callum in the first book, which shadows his steps in the first third of the book. But Tristan also has some interesting things going on with his powers, which still aren't fully explained, and once he gets the push to explore them more, his story becomes a lot more interesting. I have to say, I absolutely loved Nico and Tristan's interactions in this book. Neither of them were particularly thrilled that they ended up working together (though it was entirely their own doing, lol), and they definitely rile each other up. Then, once they get used to the idea of working together, there are some...interesting shenanigans. Their 'shenanigans' are one of my favorite parts of the book, and while I doubt the exact stuff they do in this one will be repeated in book 3, I am interested in seeing where things go. Reina is a curious one in this book. In book 1 she had this façade like she didn't care what anyone thought and calm and collected, but in this one something is happening where suddenly it's like she's internalized the plants' whispers to her (i.e., she really is above everyone else). She ends up pairing up with Callum and her and Nico's relationship all but disintegrates (I get it but I also don't, but Reina doesn't have the benefit of knowing she's a character in a story so). I am very interested in seeing where her story goes because she's still very methodical about how she goes about things, she's just finally decided to lean into everything her powers can do and what they can grant her. Callum is much more likable in this one (for me anyway). He's still a dick and completely unapologetic about it, but something has changed since Tristan tried to kill him in book 1 and he's much more tolerable to be around and to be in his head. Callum still seeks knowledge about the people around him, and he's a perfect fount of information when it's convenient for him (and generally inconvenient for other people), and I suspect he knows way more about everything than he's let on. I'm definitely curious to see where his path takes him. Finally, Parisa. She's still interested in Dalton, which yields some interesting results, and positions her rather nicely to receive information that she shouldn't, and otherwise wouldn't, be receiving. Parisa felt like the most static of the original 6 since she doesn't really change allegiances or her behaviors. She keeps following the threads she found in the first book, picking up some new, related ones along the way. I suspect that, like Callum, she'll end up holding a lot of the cards in book 3. Gideon plays a bigger role in this book, and I liked seeing things from his perspective. He's got a lot going on and ends up crossing over with the group in a bunch of different ways. I enjoyed seeing him get to interact more with other characters besides Nico, and it was fun to see how he dealt with meeting some of the others. Overall, I enjoyed this book but am not really sure how to rate it. I kind of feel like there was a lot of stuff but not a lot that happened, if that makes sense. I'm still planning on reading book 3 though and I look forward to seeing where everyone goes.

6 notes · View notes

random-french-girl · 2 years

Note

heyo, sorry this is long.

i saw your post earlier where you said you don't know how much differently the writers of the wilds could've done with the boys given that they were a set part of the show. so i'm going to take that as an opportunity to share my personal vision for how the boys could've been incorporated - because even though it makes absolute fuck-all difference now, i kinda really want to show that it could have been done in a likely much more palatable way to the show's OG fans.

and my vision is basically just this: the boys shouldn't have been introduced onscreen until the very end of season 2, but still in the exact situation that we do see them meet the girls at the end of real s2. so leah still discovers the twilight of adam footage at the end of s1 & goes 'WTF.' at the opening of the s2 bunker scenes, we could see her like, have just enough time to read a file page with a basic enough description of the ToA for her to surmise it was the male counterpart experiment. maybe she also sees the guys' names & their pictures. but, crucially, she doesn't read anything that indicates this experiment was happening concurrently/she assumes or misinterprets that it was over with & has no reason to suspect the boys are also in the bunker.

i don't see why leah couldn't have still pulled off her Girlboss Manipulation plan without interacting w/raf, so then the final scenes of s2 could just leave out the boys until after the girls are on the roof - maybe the boys were made to gather elsewhere for gretchen's weird party thing, idk, but the very last thing we see is them coming up onto the roof together after the girls. one of the girls asks "who tf are all of you" and leah gets to have another dramatic season ending line: "oh my god, they're the twilight of adam" or something.

so, the show would have stayed centered on the girls completely for the first two seasons, and both the girls & the audience would then have the major status quo shift of new island/same survival shit + new people to adjust to in s3. the girls could & should remain the only group of main characters the entire time - the boys could get a more recurring characters type time allotment. s3 flashbacks could have been to the boys' first island. and i imagine seth locks them all out of the bunker, & a major plot point is the whole group trying to figure out who is watching/messing with them, and the boys gradually realizing it's seth & not telling the girls about him & the drama & mistrust of all that etc etc.

anyways. sorry if this is entirely too long and annoying to get in your asks unsolicited. i'm just so mad that the real s2 left off in SUCH an interesting place. like, i agree they fumbled much of the boys' plot & the whole season structure hard, but the boys were def not entirely unlikable like some say, and the combining of the two groups would have made for such a fascinating s3. if only they'd just waited to use the boys until then, IMO.

Hi Anon! Thanks for sending your thoughts! Please don't apologize, I loved reading a new perspective. And I agree with a lot of points you make.

I think my only problem with your solution is that it undermines the plot twist/reveal at the end of season 1, by making it totally irrelevant to season 2, and then repeating the same plot twist of "omg boys!!" to end season 2. I wasn't fond of the introduction of the boys in 1x10, but I think if you do this, you have to commit and make it part of the plot in s2. Otherwise, it feels empty and pointless.

I also actually really liked the leah/raf bunker storyline, both for the s2 content (love my manipulating girlboss leah who can't go through with betraying him) and as a cool setup for a s3 team-up. So I don't know about waiting to have the boys onscreen until s3. But I definitely agree with you that they needed to make the boys secondary characters, and not treat them in the story like 8 new main characters. A few ideas:

get rid of the boys backstories. if they are secondary characters, we don't need to SEE the flashbacks, we can still learn about their past from the present scenes. Keep them for s3 - especially if you can then parallel various boys and girls flashbacks, and actually compare girlhood and boyhood in America thoughtfully.

I think the meat of the boys island scenes works well, minus a few things. Plus it introduces the antagonist for s2/s3 (Seth) in a very chilling way. I like your idea of the girls not knowing who's messing with them in s3, and the boys slowly figuring it out (plus Leah, let's be real), but I think it's better if the AUDIENCE knows the whole time, and has witnessed Seth's violence.

reduce the boys bunker interviews to the very minimum, maybe only one appearance for each boy. I felt like a lot of those scenes really added nothing. Obviously we're keeping Henry's iconic mcr moment.

And I know some people think that wouldn't leave enough material for the whole season, but I disagree. They could use the extra space to flesh out some of the girls island plot points. We don't need to have more cute filler scenes, necessarily, but I certainly wanted more for Toni and Dot, just as an example. Maybe give Nora a storyline, if the actress is available for the back half of s2. And spend more time on the research: by s2, we really should know/understand more about Gretchen's project, my suspension of disbelief can only go so far.

Anyway, I'm not a TV writer, so who knows. But I enjoyed your idea, and I like thinking about how they could have structured the season differently to make it work better!

#anonymous #the wilds

11 notes · View notes

symphoniesoutofsilence · 2 years

Text

*kicks door in* I KNOW IT’S NEAR MIDNIGHT BUT I HAVE AN AU.

It makes very little sense and I probably won’t ever have the motivation to create content for it, but nonetheless: Star Wars Original Trilogy x 70s era Scooby Doo! It’s a similar setup to Scooby Doo--young people chasing down crooks, meeting all sorts of strange creatures and getting involved in all manner of wacky hijinks along the way--but there’s some space-y elements involved (I’ll elaborate a bit on that later)! I’ll introduce the characters here, and if there’s some interest, I might write some more!

So, without further ado:

Lando as Fred! He’s the confident, friendly leader that usually gets the gang involved in these messes, but he’s also very good at getting them out! Much like Fred with his traps, Lando is an expert at creating elaborate little schemes to stop the culprit once and for all (which are usually constructed with Han and Leia’s help; Lando may be smart, but he’s not an ace mechanic).

Luke as Daphne! Surprisingly, these two clicked immediately for me; both are a tad bit ditzy, but disarmingly perceptive; the team really wouldn’t be the same without them! (This is where Luke’s Force-sensitivity comes in. He isn’t by any means a Jedi in this AU, or even quite aware of his gift, but come on, he’s accidently discovered waaaaay too many trapdoors/secret entrances for it to be coincidence). Also, both are undoubtedly “the pretty friend”. Trendy scarves and Chanel boots aside, Daphne’s been flirted with by at least a dozen one-off male characters, and you cannot convince me that Luke would be any different; he’s got a different hunk on his tail every other day and he’s absolutely enjoying it!

(Also, yes, Luke is wearing the purple blouse and matching miniskirt in my mind, no, I won’t be elaborating or taking constructive criticism, thank you ;)).

Leia as Velma! The vital braincell of the group, Leia is definitely the most grounded. Her first impulse is to figure out as much as she can about the current threat, though she’s certainly not above swinging a blunt object if things go awry! Because she’s the most thoughtful--or as Han likes to complain, a buzzkill--the others tend not to hear her out right away, more focused on their overdramatic, overcomplicated solutions than a conveniently missing piece of evidence or strangely timed encounter that she notices along the way. (Again, Leia’s Force-sensitivity shows itself in a similar fashion to Luke’s, but even more subtly; where he tends to sense physical disturbances, Leia just feels when someone or something isn’t quite right. Again, it’s not so much a power like in the original films as it is an odd quirk, but it’s definitely there!) Seriously, things would wrap up so much faster if they just let her handle things for once!

(Unfortunately for all of us, those instances are few and far between. Her boys are very lucky that she loves them as much as she does; they’re so much trouble).

Han as Shaggy! Alright, I know this one is a little strange but here me out: same aesthetic, but entirely different vibe. I always interpreted Shaggy as someone who seems very useless and cowardly but when he gets himself together enough to play along, he’s surprisingly adept and a real asset to the team, maybe even brave! Get it? Okay, now imagine Han as the exact opposite of that. He’s reckless and hotheaded on the surface and is usually running after the monster without a plan, a weapon, or any information before the rest of the gang can so much as blink (think canon Han, but a little more awkward and less outwardly cocky). Granted, he actually manages fine when he stops to think--he can be surprisingly cunning at times and brings Lando’s schemes to the next level!--but usually, he’s a mess and a half that the others are constantly rescuing.

(Note: the idea that actually spawned this AU was a quiet scene of Lando, Luke, and Leia researching this week’s monster while Han goes looking for more clues. Leia grumbles in response to Lando’s confidence in his friend, “I just hope he really can handle this on his own”. Smash cut to Han screaming at the top of his lungs, running from about half a dozen more monsters than we were aware of 5 minutes ago (???), and just all around Not Handling It Very Well).

And good ol’ Chewbacca as Scooby Doo! As the token furry mascot, poor Chewie is constantly saving somebody from something. He’s very clever and intuitive, and his miniscule observations, much like Scooby’s, are usually what save the day (when he can get his lovable but idiotic human friends to listen, that is!). Just a good bro, with a big brain and a bigger heart, Chewie is the glue that holds the team together :)

(And yes, he absolutely picks up Han bridal style and carries him out of danger while said idiot throws a tantrum--”It was fine, Chewie, I could have handled it--I was not screaming like a little girl!!”--at least once every episode :P).

So, that’s about it for now! Obviously, this AU isn’t super fleshed out, so if you have any questions, feel free to ask them! I’d love to hear your thoughts :)

#star wars #Star Wars Original Trilogy #star wars crack #star wars headcanons #star wars au #lando calrissian #luke skywalker #leia organa #han solo #chewbacca #scooby doo #I had way too much fun with this and I refuse to apologize #watch this thing that I spent two hours typing get no notes lol

10 notes · View notes

mxdotpng · 3 years

Note

use this space to give more p5 and dl gang headcanons pretty pls

I HAVE SO MANY im so glad its not just me thats interested i could talk abt them for hours

today all i've been thinking about is akira and haru introducing them to minecraft. i think luca and ranzal would be good at fighting monsters but if they even HEAR a zombie when theyre mining they run for the hills. those 2 live in dirt huts and have full diamond gear. cleo and elly have built a full scale halidom. euden has been lost since he started the game. akira told him to use his coordinates and he mixed x and y up twice, got even More lost, and then somehow ended up in a cave system.

i think haru and euden would be friends bc theyre both from important families and have a legacy to live up to + were sheltered so long they dont know what Normal people do. euden knows what fun is yeah but he doesnt. know how to do it. meanwhile haru can make a lot out of any situation but she doesnt know what normal kids her age do.

on the other hand yusuke and cleo would Not like each other, which is funny bc they have similar mannerisms and speech patterns. yusuke's. Personality. would rub off on her the wrong way (all i can think abt is her going "im hundreds of years older than you!" and yusuke saying, as yusuke does, "ah, that makes quite a bit of sense considering your demeanor.")

i want more ann and elly i want more ann and elly so bad i loved their character story so much i just want them to be best of friends and go on girls nights. please. elly and alex go on a double date with ann and shiho. please. do you know how funny it is to put a paladyn, an ex assassin, a model, and an ex volleyball player in the same room? so much potential

i ALSO want luca and ryuji to be put into the same room bc they would drive mona CRAZY. their conversations would be so funny. "yeah so he was like, kinda off-putting. didnt say much. was... a little bit of an airhead?" "yeah. that sounds like marth fire emblem." "i dont think thats his surname, dude" "youre wrong ❤"

AND RANZAL! ranzal my beloved. i dont actually know his age but to me he looks like he's in his mid 20s so hed see this group of delinquent teenagers and silently wonders when he was put up on babysitting duty. lowen and the younger kids are one thing but a bunch of 18 year olds? but then he ends up in sojiro's cafe talking with futaba about the differences in foods from their worlds and he's fine again. this is funnier if theyre in the halidom bc futaba would be all over the place.

also more akira and euden content bc i love they. euden's learning more abt their world (he Specifically finds the differences in pop culture and life science Very interesting) and while he's learning about their marine life akira and mona decide to take him to the aquarium and euden immediately goes !!! there are FISH !!! on LAND !!!!!! he really likes petting the manta rays

#me: is it funnier if theyre dragged into tokyo or is it funnier the otherway around #me: yes ❤#i usually only think abt euden ending up in shibuya bc ❤ and thats that thats the reason #but i think both groups fully meeting each other is so funny. theres so much potential #these are the exact same but two entirely different groups meeting together #elly sighing frustratedly for the 7th time in one conversation bc of ryuji alone: this :) is fine :)#mona: i thought we came to an agreement last time! youre supposed to listen to me and i said STOP THAT #luca putting ribbons all over him: that was when we were in danger and also youre a cat. what will you do to stop me.#mona: i will remember this.#:") luca and ann fixing up each others hair #luca and cleo ending up in shibuya is so funny they have to deal with human ears #euden: okay.... headcount... is everyone here? anyone hurt?#luca and cleo: MY EARS ARE GONE????????#dl #.text #i think euden really likes to learn new things #which is why a lot of stuff i talk abt stems from him learning stuff abt their world #he would LOVE the aquarium #also back to ann and luca. luca has the LONGEST hair she's ever seen and has the time of her LIFE braiding it.#i think this stuff is like second nature to luca bc of sarisse so he's like having a rant on smth and he's only half paying attention to -#- ann's hair but it ends up so pretty she immediately calls shiho for a surprise date.#sojiro is sitting in the cafe with 14 other people there. only 6 of which being actual adults (and just Barely in like 3 of those cases)#and he's wondering when it had come to this. phantom thieves. metaverse. talking cats. other worlds. dragons.#he takes a sip of his coffee while mona tries to claw luca's face off. akira is recording it in the background. ranzal is near sobbing -#- from laughing. this is normal.#I FORGOT ABT MAKOTO but she would be constantly asking questions abt alberia and taking notes but its abt -#- THE WEIRDEST SHIT. like. what greetings are and arent respectful? what breakfast foods do you eat? do you have giraffes.#(they dont have giraffes. they struggle to wrap their heads around the concept of giraffes)#IM SO SORRY NOTTE IM OUT OF TAGS #ill post abt notte later i promise i promise. im a fake fan i forgot abt notte 😔😔😔

4 notes · View notes

bratkook · 3 years

Text

right now. (m) jjk.

not yet, almost , right now

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. fluff, smut, idiots to lovers!! word count. 14.8k warnings. two mega fucking idiots<33, miscommunication/dumb assumptions, smut in forms of: fingering, oral sex (f.), orgasm denial, spanking, some spit bc duh, unprotected sex, super sweet & lovey!! also jungkook is a sweetheart pls love him summary. coming to terms with your feelings after getting off to the idea of your close friend is a little harder than you thought, but how long can you take before jungkook decides its time to move on? note. did jlin forget how to write for a few weeks? yes, yes she did....i know this took a long time but life is rough man so forgive me... but anyways lol the final part to the not yet!verse is hereeeee! thank you to @kithtaehyung for reading this over for me ily!! thank you guys for enjoying this mini series, the response was really unexpected but im sososo happy over every comment/ask i’ve gotten for this story. once again, tysm for your love and let me know what you think<3

The evening sun illuminates Jungkook’s apartment, golden hour bouncing off every reflective surface and straight into his eyes the second he walks in, immediately squinting as he makes a beeline to shut the blinds. His head was already throbbing from the hangover that decided to peak around noon, a mean case of nausea putting a damper on his work day. So as much as he loved soaking in some vitamin D today was not the day.

“Are you joking?” he huffs as he brings down the blinds, hand yanking at the flimsy string in an attempt to get it unstuck. “How stup—you’d think with the amount I pay every month in rent the blinds would work!”

Alright, so maybe he was a little grumpy today, choosing to take it out on an inanimate object and blame it purely on the bad decisions made last night—definitely had nothing to do with the residual moping of you going on a date. This could be fixed, easily.

The first order of business? Texting you to see if you’d be interested in devouring greasy food from your favorite place down the street. He’d get to see you and finally put something in his stomach, it’s the best of both worlds really.

Jungkook forgets about the blinds, leaving them stuck in the awkward position as he walks away entirely, fishing his phone out of his pocket while he enters his room. It’s the same text he always sends when he’s hangry: If I don’t get food in the next 15 mins I'm burning this place down and taking you with me.

He knows the response he’ll get, either that meme of the child in front of a burning house or an equally hangry paragraph. The phone gets tossed onto his bed as he changes out of his work clothes, needing to dispose of the business casual attire that was suffocating him, his old college hoodie giving him the comfort he needs.

By the time he’s finally slipping on his sneakers he’s expecting you to come knocking on his door, your impatient attitude always putting a smile on his face. Half of the time your neighbors thought you were having arguments from the way you’d pound onto the slab of wood, saying his name with just enough annoyance laced into each syllable it would fool anyone into thinking you were actually upset instead of being a brat. But when that never comes, he reaches for his phone again.

A few notifications fill up his screen, some instagram direct message previews, his group chat that he never responded to, and a few emails coming through, but you had yet to respond. Maybe it’s a little creepy, but Jungkook knows you’re home because he passed by your parked car on his way in. So his mind jumps to two extremes: you were either face down, drowning in your bathtub, or that yellow shades wearing wannabe version of himself was at your place.

Not an ounce of shame sits within him as he speedwalks to the side his bed was on, placing both palms onto the wall before his ear was pressed against the cold drywall. Jungkook’s not really sure what would make him feel good, hearing you and Jung Hoseok together, or hearing nothing at all. His ears strain to hear anything, but the only sound he gets is his own blood pumping.

With a small pout he pulls back, deciding he’d play the annoying neighbor role today and pound on your door instead. It’s a role he doesn’t take lightly, knuckles banging on the wood loud enough for you to hear wherever you were in your apartment. It takes a few minutes before any sign of life is shown, your door creaking open, and Jungkook is thankful because he was about to head to the maintenance office to ask for a key in case you actually were drowning in your bathtub.

“C’mon, let’s get food,” he declares instantly, a charming smile on his face as he stands with his hands stuffed into his jean pockets. The smile slowly falls off when he gets a good look at you, hair looking like a mess on your head and your fluffy blanket draped around you as you give out a weak cough. “Are you sick?”

“I think so,” you rasp out, leaning against your door frame and tugging the blanket tighter around you.

“Did that fucker give you mono?” Jungkook looks irritated, brows pinched together in a grimace—something you’re definitely not accustomed to seeing so you almost don’t catch his accusation.

“Jungkook, no! It’s nothing serious.”

He doesn’t look fully convinced, but he shrugs anyways, positive you weren’t interested in getting interrogated when you were feeling under the weather. “Alright, let me know if you need me to drive you to the doctor if it becomes something serious.”

With a roll of your eyes and a small smile, you wave him off, slowly shutting the door behind you. Your eye immediately peeks through your peephole, not relaxing until he makes his way down the hall and enters the elevator, still on his quest for greasy food.

“God, how old are you?” you grumble to yourself, yanking the blanket off your body and onto the floor with a huff. Pretending to be sick to avoid your friend was a new low, especially after the post-orgasm epiphany you had last night. A sane person would come to terms with their feelings and confess to them, uncertainty and possible rejection be damned! But you? No, you have to fake a cold like the giant coward you are.

The guilt only deepens when a knock comes from your door an hour later, a quick peek through your peephole allowing you to see Jungkook setting two plastic bags on the floor before stepping back and walking to his apartment next door. You don’t come out until you hear his door shut, seeing the logo of your favorite diner down the street. No doubt would your comfort meal be inside the takeaway container.

It takes all you have to not rush over to his place and say you were lying when you see he had also gone ahead and got you cold medication, a few different bottles because he surely didn’t know which was best, along with teas and some cough drops.

You’re a dirty liar. A horrible friend too.

That doesn’t stop you from devouring the meal in the takeout box as you’re hunched over your breakfast bar like a little gremlin. “This is just for today,” you mumble out to yourself as you set the plastic fork down and chug some of the leftover alcohol you had in your fridge. It’s your own version of a pity party, except the food feels heavy in your stomach, knowing the man you were avoiding was the one who bought it—bring on the guilt.

“I’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

You’re a dirty liar and horrible friend 2.0. Why this time? Because tomorrow stretched out a few more days than planned. It wasn’t entirely intentional at first, getting stuck at work longer than usual and missing the weekly hangout at your place where you got your remote covered in cheeto dust as you argued over what to watch. But it trickled down onto shorter replies to his texts, or you scrambling out of your apartment and into the elevator so fast in order to not run into him, your mind still trying to list all the pros and cons to this potential relationship before you even had the guts to confess to your feelings.

Jungkook didn’t know thats what was occupying your mind, no he was currently thinking the worst. He notices the change instantly, recognizing it because this was the exact way you had acted while you were with Hajoon, right before you broke the news to him that you needed to keep some distance while you focused on your relationship. So Jungkook automatically assumes that your sudden change in behavior after going on a single date with Jung Hoseok, was because you wanted to make your relationship with this man work.

His assumption stings—a lot actually—and soon enough he stops initiating conversations altogether. He didn’t want to hear you tell him you had to distance yourself again, he’s not sure his heart could handle that a second time, so he decides to get ahead of the curb and take a massive step away from you. It hurts him to know you’re right next door, and just like before, it’s like you’re back to being total strangers.

Safe to say Jungkook was currently going on his own downward spiral.

You could text him like nothing had happened and he’d accept it with open arms, but instead you text your best friend an SOS text, begging her to meet you at your place. She calls you dramatic at first, but once you say it’s about Jungkook she shows up at your place in record time.

“Did you finally fuck him?” Is her greeting of choice, spoken shamelessly from the hallway with no worry about her volume. She cackles when you yank the bottle of wine from her grasp and tug her into your apartment, letting the door slam behind her.

“You’re lucky he’s not home you bitch.” An eye roll is her only response, yanking the bottle back and making her way into your kitchen to grab the opener.

“So you didn’t fuck him?” The cork pops at her question, a curious glance staring you down as she pours the red liquid into an oversized cup.

“No Seulgi, I didn’t fuck him. But I did...something.” It makes your face warm up as you remember it, gratefully grabbing the cup she hands your way because you definitely need some liquid courage before confessing to your sins.

She hums in thought as she raids your pantry for something to munch on, settling on a bag of mini pretzels before leading you to your couch, needing to know the gossip that led to your sos text. “Okay, did you accidentally send him a nude then?”

“No, that wouldn’t be so bad I think?” Sending him an accidental nude would be laughable, probably resolved by a few screaming texts and dumb jokes before moving on. But new feelings seeing the light of day seemed so much worse. “But I sort of kissed him at a club a few weeks ago to get back at Hajoon—long story,” you cut in when you see her ready to fire off questions.

“And then I went on that failed Tinder date I told you about, and when I got home I sort of heard him, you know,”— you mimic a jerking off motion with your hand and ignore her lewd gasp, “and then I…” you trail off shamefully.

“No!” she gasps even louder, hand pressed to her mouth and eyes wide.

“Yes! And the fucking orgasm opened my eyes and made me realize that maybe that tiny crush you guys always joke about him having is real, and maybe I have a tiny crush on him too.”

“Does he know?”

“That I like him?”

“No, that you rubbed one out while listening to him you dirty slut!” Oh she’s loving this, leaning back into your cushions with a handful of pretzels resting on her boobs, a sly smile on her lips as she takes a sip of her wine. She’s the one who planted the seed in your mind, playfully joking about Jungkook any chance she got, saying he had the hots for you because she enjoyed the flustered look on your face. No doubt would she text the group chat with the news the second you finish this cry for help.

“Do you think I told him? I can barely come to terms with the fact that I like him. Like what am I supposed to do?”

She sighs dramatically, munching on the final pretzel on her tits before sitting up and dusting off the crumbs from her shirt. “Look, I know you’re just realizing that he likes you so this is still new and fresh for you, but we’ve noticed it for years. It’s fine that you didn’t see it, you had other things occupying your mind.”

You frown as you stare at the rug beneath your feet, remembering how life was when you first moved into this complex. Getting out of a previous relationship weeks prior, when you had met Jungkook your mind was not interested in pursuing anything with him regardless of how cute you thought he was. It made it easier for you to form a friendship, not worried about trying to impress him, or flirt with him, allowing him to see you for who you truly are.

Jungkook had his fair share of girlfriends during the years, none of which were entirely serious but by the time he was completely single you had met Hajoon, and he had accepted the fact that maybe you were better off as friends and he would just admire you from afar. That is, until you decided to plant one on him. So technically this is your fault.

“Jungkook likes you okay, and I’m sure if you just marched next door and told him you like him too he’ll drop on one knee and marry you.”

“Shut up,” you snort, shoving her shoulder with a smile.

“As a matter of fact, go over there right now!” She stands up from her spot, yanking your arms to haul you up with her.

“I told you, he’s not home. But, I’ll tell him. I have to.”

Seulgi crosses her arms over her chest as she stares at you, clearly displeased that she wouldn’t be witness to this love story unfolding in real time. “You better. You never know what sneaky little bitch is trying to get him to get over you.”

The sneaky little bitch in question is Park Jimin, currently sitting directly across from Jungkook, guzzling down beer like his life depends on it. It's impressive really, how quickly he empties the cup, eyes shut looking as content as could be even in the dim lighting. Jungkook can only watch with a grimace as his friend sets the glass down and wipes at his mouth with no sense of table manners.

“What?” he burps, proceeding to pour more of the golden liquid into his cup from the pitcher in the middle of the table.

“I always forget how absolutely disgusting you are. How do you do it?” Jimin just frowns at the question, not entirely understanding so Jungkook continues. “What switch do you flip to go from sipping champagne to chugging beer like a fucking biker.”

“It’s a talent, I know.” He smiles wide, reaching forward to grip Jungkook’s hand and force him to grab his own cup. Condensation was pooling around the bottom from sitting there untouched, and that just wouldn’t do on Jimin’s watch. “C’mon, drink it!”

“Fine,” Jungkook grumbles, raising the glass and allowing Jimin to clank the cups together before taking a big gulp. He doesn’t clear the cup like his friend did seconds prior but it's enough to appease him. It tastes absolutely bitter the whole way down, settling into his stomach uncomfortably, and the look on his face as he pushes the glass away from him is very telling.

Boisterous shouts fill the sports bar they were in, huddles of people surrounding the tables and booths as they watched the current soccer match playing on the televisions lining the walls. Jungkook honestly feels like a debby downer now, moping in his seat instead of enjoying the atmosphere with his friend like they normally did. The current game was definitely not the reason Jungkook had texted Jimin to grab drinks, no he needed an outlet to talk about you—preferably in a space that didn’t have walls as thin as his apartment.

When he barely acknowledges the plate of wings set in front of him Jimin huffs, resisting the urge to dig in because he knew once he did he wouldn’t be able to focus on anything else. “Are you gonna be like this the entire time?”

“Like what?” Jungkook has the gall to ask, acting as if he wasn’t looking like a wounded animal.

“Like you just discovered your wife of ten years is having an affair with your sister.”

He sits up straighter at that, eyes wide in disbelief. “Jesus.“

Jimin knew the jist of what was happening through the texts he had received the past week, but it seems like Jungkook didn’t want to jump into the topic of it at all now that they were sitting across from each other. He just sighs before deciding to be honest, wasting no time beating around the bush to hopefully be the voice of reason Jungkook needs. “You’ve been simping over her for years JK, and I get it, you think she could be the one. But what about you huh? It’s not fair for you to have your heart wrung out each time she gets a man and decides to put the friendship on pause—“

“That happened once!” He defends, brows pinched on his forehead as he shakes his head, ready to explain your situation because he wasn’t a fan of hearing his friend say anything about you when he didn’t truly know what happened. “The dude was a piece of shit and basically told her it was him or me. I’m not gonna crucify her for wanting a long term relationship to work.”

“Right, so she’s not icing you out again because she got a new man? That’s literally what you told me, it’s why I bought you this sympathy pitcher of beer!”

“Fuck you, you bought this pitcher for yourself.” Jimin had chugged two giant glasses of beer already, and was steadily working on his third, whereas Jungkook’s watered down cup remained relatively untouched. “Besides, I was just...spiraling and assumed when I sent you that desperate text. But I haven’t heard anything.”

Jimin can only stare blankly at the table as he processes what was just said before locking eyes with his friend once more, “Sorry, what? You haven’t heard anything? The hell kind of riddle is that.”

Jungkook sinks into the booth with a look of shame, not wanting to admit to occasionally laying in his bed at night in complete and total silence just to see if he could hear you and the hypothetical version of Jung Hoseok doing literally anything. It’s not one of his proudest moments, feeling like a bit of a creeper as he laid stiff on his bed, too scared to make a sound. “Nothing, forget about it. Point is, I haven’t seen the fucker come in or out of her place, so what does that mean?”

A deep sigh comes from Jimin, hand reaching forward to push the beer closer to Jungkook, desperately trying to get him to drink and ease up. “It means you pay far too much attention to her. When was the last time you got any action?”

Two weeks ago. From his hand and filthy imagination.

“A few months,” he grumbles, remembering his last hook up that happened a few days before he discovered you got dumped.

“Get outta here.” Jimin rolls his eyes as he points to the door. “Literally, go stand at the corner outside, show some thighs or a tattooed titty and take your pick of the swarm of girls that will surely follow you.”

Jungkook thinks he’s joking, but when his friend doesn’t drop his hand and narrows his eyes threateningly he knows he’s being serious. “My tits aren’t even tattooed,”—his large palms press against his shirt covered chest as if to prove a point— “And you sound like a douchebag talking like this.”

“What? She went on a tinder date and definitely got laid, so you need to even out the playing field. Also, it might help you chill the hell out.”

“Oh my god, you’re not helping.” Jungkook really didn’t need that visual again, it had flashed in his mind too often the night of his pity party and now it was once again at the front of his brain.

“Alright, okay. I’m throwing out my safe word right now.” Jimin leans closer, arms resting on the table with a confused look on his face. “What do you need from me here? Like, do I play the role of a supportive friend who wants you to get over her, or do I play the role of a friend who wants you to confess? Because you’re giving me some mixed signals Jeon.”

A groan escapes Jungkook, fingers rubbing at his eyes before dragging down his face as he sinks even further into his seat. “I don’t know.”

It’s the truth. Jungkook had no idea what he wanted his friend to do to help him. He knew that although his feelings for you have weighed heavy on his chest for what seems like years, you technically had no idea, so he feels a little guilty over his frustration for the whole situation. You were newly single again and determined to go through this self proclaimed wild phase so Jungkook isn’t dumb enough to think you can’t go out and do whatever you want, even if that means being with someone who isn’t him.

“Look,” Jimin sighs, pulling him out of his thoughts. “You only have two choices here, tell her how you feel and accept whatever comes with it, or make peace with the idea of just being friends. Either way, I think you need to loosen up and have fun tonight.”

“Yeah, you’re right.” Jungkook sits himself up, wrapping his fingers around the cup in an effort to at least look like he wanted to be here. He couldn’t sit here and mope about a problem like this when he hadn’t attempted to come out and tell you how he feels.

One night of loosening up to get you off his mind wouldn’t hurt, if anything it might help him come to his senses. At least that’s what Jimin was currently whispering with a mischievous smile on his lips. “It’ll be fine, I’ll make sure you don’t black out and get home safe. Who knows, you might get plastered enough to drunk text your confession.”

Jungkook glares at his friend, not liking the goofy look on his face as he starts to laugh. “I swear to god, you better not let me get to that point. Take my phone away from me.”

Jimin obviously wants to see the world burn, or at least he enjoys it when Jungkook somehow digs himself into his own grave. That's exactly why he responds with a million laughing emojis when Jungkook texts him asking why the hell he hadn’t taken his phone last night.

He did a good job hiding his shock when a knock came from his front door, half expecting it to be you, keeping a smile on his face as he allowed the person who was very clearly not you in before swiftly entering his bathroom. Jungkook wants to stay locked here forever, holed up while he sits on his toilet and not in the living room with company. It wasn’t like it was bad company either, his drunken ass going through his contact list and sending an invitation to hangout the following day to the last person he spoke to, Aillie.

The girl is sweet, someone he had a casual fling with for months, someone who was used to his random texts so she doesn’t think twice before agreeing. The only silver lining to this was that he hadn’t sent you a typo-filled drunken confession, which is what Jimin responds with before telling him to suck it up and leave his bathroom.

Jungkook accepts his fate, as well as accepting that he is partially responsible for this. He shoves his device back into his pockets before standing up and flushing the toilet for show, washing his hands just to stall. One good glance at his reflection makes him cringe, stained shirt and sweats combo leaves him looking like the unprepared mess he is. Another detour through his room to change was a must before he has no choice but to step back out.

“You’re totally hung over aren’t you?” Aillie jokes from her spot on the couch, comfortable enough in his apartment from the time spent here. She locks her phone as she stands up, taking her time to really look Jungkook over. He was not dressed like someone who was expecting a guest, and despite having seen Jungkook at his sloppiest, his previous attire of oversized shirt and slightly stained sweatpants didn’t look like someone who was expecting a fuck buddy to pop over. Even with his new outfit looking more put together, it was obvious Jungkook was caught off guard by her showing up.

“What?” Jungkook dumbly asks, trying to come up with some lame excuse to justify his earlier appearance but he falls short. His fingers gently rake through his hair, a grimace falling on his face as he looks back up at her. “Actually, a little. Sorry, I got drunk last night when I text you so sober me was not really prepared.”

“Yeah I figured, you sent me some blurry selfies right after. But we can just hang, we don’t have to do anything,” she trails off, a soft smile on her lips. The only time they ever hung out was to hook up, having ten minute conversations before and after the fact. “Or I can leave too if it's weird that I’m here.”

Jungkook is shaking his head before she can even finish, already feeling bad enough after texting her to come over. How shitty would he be if he immediately kicked her out. This was fine, a nice distraction from it all, decent middle ground that would help him get his mind off you without having to take Jimin’s douchebag advice.

“No, we can watch a movie or something. It’s not like I have other plans.” Had this been two weeks ago it would be a totally different story. Jungkook would typically be waiting in his apartment as he stared at the slowly ticking clock, just waiting for it to strike 7:30 because that's when you usually got home. Then he’d either get a text from you to come over with snacks or you’d show up at his door and invite yourself over for the weekly game night.

It didn’t happen last week, or the week prior, so Jungkook is very confident that it would not be happening today either. It’s that same sense of confidence—and saltiness—that allows him to get comfortable with Aillie, blissfully unaware that you had just pulled into the parking garage a few stories below.

“I swear to god if you don’t go straight to his door the minute you get off the elevator I will never let you live it down.” Seulgi’s voice fills your car through the speakers, fading out as you shut the car off and bring your phone to your ear to continue the conversation.

“Dude, I just got off work. I need to make myself look decent.” Plastic bags rustle together as you grab the snacks you had picked up on your way home, all full of yours and Jungkook's favorite treats. It was definitely a guilt fueled purchase, hoping the items were enough to distract him from the fact that you were kind of a bitch for ghosting him recently, or at least butter him up into accepting your apology easier.

“You think Jungkook cares if you’re a little sweaty from work? He’s a grown man, that’s not gonna stop him from going do—“

“Okay, goodbye!” You hastily cut her off as you press the elevator button, hearing her rambling off about being interrupted. “I’m about to get on the elevator, I’ll tell you how it goes.”

With a small sigh you hang up and stuff the device into your purse, stepping onto the lift as the doors open up and pressing the number for your floor. Your hands are clammy as you grip the plastic bag, uncharacteristically nervous about seeing Jungkook again after so long.

The main obstacle for you to get over was apologizing for being a crappy friend, and if that went well you were going to suck it up and just come out and confess, the odds of him saying no were slim. And even if he did, you’re perfectly content with staying friends, as long as you could keep him close.

It’s that same optimistic mentality that allows you to calm down as you enter your place and decide to give yourself a minute to mentally prepare. His favorite ice cream gets put into the freezer for later before you decide to shower and give yourself a pep talk the entire time.

This pep talk of yours is filled with best case scenarios: Jungkook accepting the confession with open arms, finally being able to kiss him properly, everything falling into place the way it should have a long time ago. And as you head over, totally sober, freshly washed, looking and smelling your best, you really can’t picture this going any other way.

With a deep breath you’re knocking on his front door, quickly pulling back your hand and wiping it onto your pants as you step back. Jungkook hears the knock clearly from his spot on the couch, his gaze tearing away from the television to stare at his front door with a small frown. He hadn’t ordered any food and Aillie had just excused herself to use his bathroom so his brain is having a hard time wondering who it could be.

He curses under his breath, not putting it past himself to have texted a second person last night with an invitation to hang out. Why was Jungkook a friendly drunk?

As he presses his eye against the peephole and spots you standing there, he thinks he’s imagining things. It had seemed like so long since he had last seen you in person, and the warped fish-eyed version of you has him stepping back and rubbing his eyes before taking another glance. He suddenly feels like throwing up, and he can’t blame his earlier hangover on it.

For a brief second he contemplates pretending he hadn’t heard you, but the guilt of doing so makes his heart twist, so he musters up the courage to open the door. It’s barely a crack really, just enough for you to see him while still concealing his apartment, something you definitely found strange because you’re usually flinging the door open and strutting right in, but you suppose his reaction is warranted considering your previous behavior.

“Y/N, hey. Are you alright?”

“Huh? Yeah, I’m fine!” Your fingers tangle together in front of you, not entirely sure what to do with your nerves and Jungkook spots it easily. His own nerves sky rocket when he hears the sound of running water coming from his bathroom a few feet away, knowing Aillie would most likely pop out any second now, and he’s not sure why it feels like a dirty secret that he has another girl over.

“Did you need something?”

“Yeah, I was actually wanting to talk to you about something kind of important.” Your smile is hopeful, despite the nerves swirling in your eyes. The nervous skip of your heart is felt in your throat, not remembering the last time you had felt this way about telling someone how you felt about them romantically.

“Right now?” he wonders, fingers gripping the door handle tighter when he hears his bathroom door unlock, the sound of footsteps rounding the corner before stepping into the living room, a few feet away from the door and in perfect view of the wedge Jungkook had opened.

When your eyes flicker over his shoulder, spotting the auburn haired girl giving you a curious glance, you feel all your confidence slip away. Seulgi had definitely been right about needing to confess soon, Jungkook was a catch and just because you hadn’t realized it sooner didn’t mean the rest of the world was blind to it.

“Yeah, right now...but you’re busy, so it’s fine!” You want to scramble away from there, feeling dumb the longer you stand there. Jungkook wants to say he’s not busy, kick the girl out of his place and invite you in but that wouldn’t be fair to her, for all he knew your important conversation would be a repeat of the conversation you had over Hajoon, and he really didn't want to get friendship dumped while this girl was in his apartment. He’s pretty sure his Yelp rating would drop a bit if he cried on the couch about you to his old hook up.

He starts to speak but you cut him off before he can, “Don’t worry about it! I’ll see you later.” You force a smile before walking away, not allowing him to get a word in as you quickly step into your apartment and move to the furthest room away from your bedroom.

You can feel the cold of your kitchen floor as you sit on your butt, back against your cabinets, the small twinge of defeat spreading within you. “This is fine. Maybe she’s just a friend. I can always tell him tomorrow,” you whisper out. But your fingers seem to think otherwise as they type out a message to Seulgi, informing her that the mission was unsuccessful and you’d be putting on The Notebook like you always did. It was basically protocol to do so when things went south in your life.

She doesn’t even know how to console you, knowing she can’t tell you it was his loss or that he wasn’t worth it because she knows that’d be a lie and you wouldn’t believe it for a second. The only thing she can offer is coming over, but you’re quick to turn her down, deciding that being alone in the comfort of your bed as you inhaled the ice cream you bought for Jungkook would be best.

Is being in your room the wisest choice when you know you share a wall with Jungkook—and he has a cute girl over? No. Probably not. But you figure if you hear anything explicit it’s just your dose of karma, so you accept it, turning up the volume of the movie a few levels just to soften the blow.

However, Jungkook would definitely not be hooking up with her in his bedroom, or anywhere in his apartment for that matter. Luckily Aillie is blessed with the gift of reading the damn room and can easily spot the shift in Jungkook’s mood the second he shuts the door. She’s sitting on the edge of the couch now, hands gently placed on her knees as she gives him a sympathetic smile.

“I get the vibe that somethings off.”

He looks up at her then, slowing his pace until he’s awkwardly standing in the middle of the room with his hands shoved deep into his pockets. “My friend—my neighbor just wanted to talk about something. But everything’s fine.”

The lie tastes bitter on his tongue, and Aillie doesn’t believe him in the slightest. A small sigh fills the air as she stands up, collecting her bag and approaching him. “Look, I know deep talks really aren’t our thing so I’m not going to even try to dive into this, but you should go talk to your friend.”

A comforting hand is placed on his shoulder before she makes her way to the door to leave, Jungkook already following closely behind her. “No, you don’t have to go. You came all this way because I texted you with way too much tequila in my system.”

“Jungkook,” she laughs, opening the door with a smile. “You’re way too sweet for your own good. It was nice seeing you though.” Her eyes slowly move over to your front door before looking back at him, head cocking to the side in a very clear indication that he better go over. He can only nod in understanding, waving her goodbye and shutting the door once she heads down to the elevator.

The action sounds of the movie they were watching continues to fill his apartment, whatever chaos was going on only making his brain whirl so he’s quick to grab the remote and shut it off entirely. Now he’s just stuck in complete silence, wondering if he should quickly make his way over to yours or play it calm and collected.

The total silence allows him to hear the muffled mumbling of a movie he knew all too well. It draws him in, lures him into his bedroom until he’s kneeling on the mattress with his ear pressed against the wall to properly make it out. You were watching the Notebook, at a concerning volume, which could mean a number of things. Jungkook knew none of them were good, usually rooted in issues you had with your ex, or a tough day at work, or any particular day where you just felt like crying.

With a deep breath, he’s slowly knocking along his wall, almost experimentally, hoping it's enough to grab your attention through the current scene playing. For a second he thinks maybe you’ve fallen asleep while watching the film, but then the room falls silent as you pause it entirely.

Your hearts racing now, ears straining to hear anything else and hoping this wasn’t how the beginning of the explicit noises would start, but then another knock comes from behind you. It makes you gasp, like you’ve just been caught being the nosey neighbor you are, hearing the soft scrape of his hand sliding down the wall. The ice cream gets put onto your nightstand as you sit up properly, forcing yourself out of the mountain of pillows you were practically suffocating in and turning around to knock back.

Jungkook’s palm presses back onto the wall, smiling at your response before fishing his phone out of his pocket. His fingers find your thread of messages, further down the list than he was used to, and as he opens them up and sees the string of unanswered texts dating back to two weeks ago, it stings just like it did before. He pushes his pride aside though, knowing you had wanted to talk today in person, so he proceeds to quadruple text you.

Jungkook 8:44pm : are you seriously watching the notebook again?

You’re unlocking your phone the second it buzzes, smiling at the dimly lit screen before typing out a response.

Y/N 8:45pm : shut up, it’s my comfort movie

Y/N 8:45pm : do you wanna watch it with me? for old times sake

The device is locked and placed face down onto your sheets the second you hit send, sinking into the pillows once again as you try not to scream at yourself because you know he’ll hear you. Why would you invite him over when he clearly has company? You had seen her with your own eyes, had seen how cute she is, had seen how cute Jungkook is, it doesn’t take a genius to put two and two together.

Jungkook is quick though, texting back in agreement and heading over instantly. If you were watching your comfort movie then Jungkook wanted to make sure you were okay. Putting the past two weeks behind him, knowing you’d most likely have a good enough explanation—an explanation he would definitely be needing before the night was over—he’s knocking on your door before you can even check your messages.

It takes you a minute to untangle your limbs from your covers as you hastily try to get to your door, sock clad feet sliding along your wooden floors when you finally yank the door open. Jungkook wears a soft smile as he stares down at you, taking note that you had switched your outfit to your usual sad movie binge attire of baggy shirt and lounge shorts. His eyes zero in on your lips when he notices there's something lingering at the corner of them.

“So, are you gonna share whatever the hell that is?” His finger points at it smugly, laughing when your tongue peeks out to wipe it away.

“It was actually meant to be for you.” Stepping aside, you let him enter your place. Jungkook almost feels a little strange being here after the weird few weeks, but he pushes it aside, just wanting things to feel normal.

“Does that mean there’s no more left?” His eyes playfully narrow at you as you step closer, moving on to stare at the kitchen table, and the coffee table in search of the tub of ice cream that supposedly had his name on it. The earlier nerves you felt slowly fade away when you realize he’s not visibly upset about what happened, but it only makes your guilt deepen that despite your ability to be a crummy friend, Jungkook would still try his best to come through for you.

“There’s about half of it left, it’s probably a little soft now though.” You side step him to enter the kitchen, grabbing an extra spoon and handing it over as a peace treaty, smiling when he gratefully accepts it. “C’mon, I paused the movie.”

Jungkook is not a stranger to your bedroom, especially when sappy movies were playing, finding his spot easily on the right side where he typically handed you tissues whenever you cried. The tissues were missing this time, in place of them being the bag of snacks you had bought, his ice cream on the other nightstand.

“What part are you on?” he asks, settling onto the bed after fluffing up the pillows, waving his hands so you could pass the tub of ice cream his way.

“It just started raining on the boat.” Jungkook hums, scooping out some of the chocolate ice cream and into his mouth. He knew this scene very well, and when you press play, he mentally repeats all of the lines. Just as Noah declares he wrote her 365 letters, you awkwardly clear your throat, your own spoon slowly sneaking over to his side to steal some ice cream for yourself.

“I’m sorry if I made things awkward with your date.” Your voice sounds timid, something he’s not used to hearing from you at all, so he chuckles, laughing harder when you swat at his arm. “I’m serious, I should have texted you before just showing up.”

“Really? When have you ever done that before?” The two of you never notified the other when they wanted to show up, Jungkook had even given you the code to his place once when he was at work and you were desperate for some fruity pebbles—you used that code to your advantage and Jungkook never hated it. But all things considered, it's fair why you think you would have to give him a heads up.

“You didn’t make it awkward though.” It’s not the complete truth, you coming over is what had made Aillie decide to leave, but Jungkook had to take most of the credit for it. “I kinda made it awkward from the beginning.”

“Why, what happened?”

“I went out last night with Jimin“ —you immediately hum in understanding, knowing very well how convincing Jimin could be with alcohol— “and apparently I texted her to hang out today, had no recollection, so when she showed up I was definitely not ready.”

“Damn, this is how I know you’re a better person than I am. If that happened to me, the second I checked my peephole and saw someone I didn’t remember inviting over, I’m gonna pretend I’m not home.”

“Yeah well, she lives like an hour away so I’d feel like an ass if I did that. Don’t think I’ll be talking to her again any time soon though.” He sighs in thought, gently tapping his spoon on the surface of the softening ice cream. There was one thing weighing heavy on his mind, needing to know what important thing you had to talk to him about, wondering if you were actually going to friendship dump him earlier and he had just made it worse by coming over and hanging out like old times.

He doesn’t want to come right out and ask it though, not wanting to set himself up for an awkward conversation in case that wasn’t what you wanted to talk about, so he settles for something safe enough that would allow him to get a glimpse.

“So how are things with Hoseok?” Yeah, that’s a good start.

“Huh?” Your spoon freezes in its spot, face clearly looking confused in the dim glow of the television, the movie long forgotten now that you were speaking.

“Tinder guy? Yellow sunglasses guy that gave you mono?”

It suddenly clicks again, having forgotten all about Jung Hoseok the second you had gotten home from the failed date and came to terms with your feelings. Your lie of having a cold must have been believable enough for Jungkook to genuinely think he had given you something like mono.

“He didn’t give me mono!” Jungkook rolls his eyes with a playful smile, humming along like he totally believes you. “But I didn’t tell you?”

He frowns as he stares at you, not entirely sure how to take your tone. “Tell me what? That you’re engaged and the wedding is in June?”

“No way,” you laugh, swatting his spoon away with a clank as you grab some ice cream before shoving it in your mouth, fighting against the brain freeze to continue speaking. “Our date was a bust.”

“How? Was it that bad?” He desperately wanted to know, having convinced himself the date had gone spectacularly well and you were now an exclusive item. The small twinge of guilt is felt when he realizes he’s a little too happy that the date had been a failure, but he allows himself to have this small, tiny victory.

“Mm, it was so good it was bad.” He looks utterly confused, and you don’t blame him, so you elaborate. “He was this perfect gentleman who just wanted to play games, like to the point where he had a notebook where he was tallying our points, and then he walked me to my car and kissed my cheek goodbye.”

“Oh the horror!” Jungkook gasps, setting his spoon down to clutch his heart in dramatics. “How dare he try to romance you with a game night.”

“Jungkook, shut up!” you laugh, finally feeling like everything was right again, sitting in bed with your closest friend as you teased each other. “Look, I’ll give him some credit. The date was nice, he was not the sleazy douchebag his profile made him out to be, and I’m sure he’ll find the perfect girl for him on Tinder. But he clearly wanted something serious and—“

“And you don’t want that right now. It’s fair.” Of course you would turn him down, you had just decided to embark on this new adventure in the single world. It was kind of dumb for Jungkook to assume one date with Tinder Boy would be enough for you to give up your short lived dream.

You take a steady breath at his words before taking another scoop of ice cream, lips wrapped around the spoon as you slowly pull it out of your mouth. The nerves are trickling back in, making your heart skip and your eyes bounce around. If you don’t come out and say it now, you know you never will.

Your spoon joins his in the tub of ice cream before you decide to move it back to the nightstand, forcing yourself to look back at him, seeing him turned away as he rummages through the plastic bag full of snacks. “I don’t want that with him.”

Jungkook freezes, the rustling of plastic ceases as his hands come back to his sides and he turns back around. With him. He was the king of jumping to worse case scenarios so his brain has no issues coming to this very horrible conclusion.

“Have you been talking to Hajoon again?”

“No, Jungkook I haven’t.”

“Are you sure? I’m saying this now, but if you get back with him I will not hesitate to pop him in the face if I run into him in the halls. It’s fair game out there, neutral territory for him to get his ass beat—“

“It’s you.”

His brain short circuits at that, mini versions of himself currently running around and screaming in his head as he tries to make sense of this. The first instinct he has is to crack a joke, to say that he hadn’t been talking to Hajoon again, and laugh it off. But you look a little too vulnerable right now, eyes nervously looking at him and then looking away at his lingering silence.

“Wait, what?” It’s the only thing he can sputter out, caught off guard by your words, not wanting to say anything else in case the world was cruel enough for him to have completely misheard you.

“I don’t want that with Tinder Boy or Hajoon, I want it with you.” It gets a little easier saying it a second time, but his reaction is hard to gauge. You had been expecting him to reciprocate the confession instantly, but the longer he looked shocked only made you think that you and Seulgi had been seriously wrong about his supposed crush.

Jungkook is having a difficult time trying to go from you ghosting him to you suddenly admitting to liking him, the change in emotions not allowing him to say anything he had practiced in the mirror for so long. He can’t come out and give you a speech about how he thinks you’re the one, how you’re obviously a good match together, brain too focused on other details. “How long have you known this?”

“For the past two weeks, but deep down I know it’s been longer.”

His wide eyes glance over at you now, everything slowly clicking into place. “Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Yes,” you mumble, embarrassed over the way you had acted. The last time you had avoided someone was in elementary school, having a best friend go ask your crush if he likes you while you hid in the bathroom, scared of the answer. “I like you Jungkook and I knew I wouldn’t be able to play it cool. I was scared to say something and have you not feel the same and then have our friendship be weird.”

Jungkook smiles in that adorable way you love, nose scrunching up cutely as he leans closer, large palms coming to cup your cheeks. He has wanted to hear this for so long, and sure, maybe it wasn’t some super romantic confession over a candlelit dinner like he had occasionally dreamed of, but this felt right.

“You’re so stupid,” he whispers out, thumb softly caressing your cheek as he chuckles, feeling the way your lips turn into a frown at his harmless insult.

“Jungkook, I’m being serious,” you whine, heart still pounding in your chest. Your hands come up to gently wrap around his wrists, allowing him to continue to squish your cheeks with that endearing look on his face.

“I’m being serious too Y/N. Did you really think I wouldn’t feel the same?” Jungkook did everything he did with you out of pure friendliness, never expecting to get something in return from it, but there was a small sprinkling of a crush in every one of his actions. “I like you too, and I have for a really long time.”

The relief you feel comes instantly, lips slowly pulling into a smile when you finally have the confidence to look directly into his eyes again. If this is how light you feel after the two weeks spent freaking out, you can only imagine how Jungkook feels. “Really?”

“Yes, really. Now, can I please kiss you?” You’re nodding the second the question leaves his mouth, eyes fluttering shut as his hands glide down to cup your jaw, soft lips slowly pressing against yours. It’s a gentle smack of skin as he pulls back, a smirk on his lips when he opens his eyes, softly rubbing his nose against yours.

“Wait,” he breathes out, chuckling softly. “Is he still looking?” He has the nerve to repeat the same question that had been the root of your guilt, and when your eyes shoot open and glare at him, he can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out.

“I hate you,” you mutter out, not an ounce of truth behind it.

“Mm, no you don’t.”

His lips find yours again, falling into a steady rhythm, softer and less rushed than the first kiss you had shared at the club. There’s no pounding bass in the background, or the taste of liquor on your lips, but Jungkook prefers it this way. He likes the low hum of the movie continuing to play in the background, the sweetness of the ice cream lingering on your lips when his tongue gently swipes at the seam of them, the way your hands slowly slide around his neck as he deepens each kiss.

With each shared breath, you slide further down your bed, pulling Jungkook down with you until he’s hovering directly above you. His knees dig into the sheets, one hand pressed beside your head to keep himself stable as you urge him even closer to you. The delicate golden chain he wears kisses your skin, pendant settling onto your chest, the cool sensation is almost enough to distract you as his tongue slowly slips into your mouth. Jungkook groans when you let out a small gasp, your fingers slipping into his hair and tugging gently at the strands by the nape of his neck.

He wants to remember this kiss instead of the one from the club, embed every gasp you let out into his brain, the way your chest pushes up to feel more of him, how your hands slide down his back, leaving a fiery trail in their path that makes Jungkook shiver. And when you slide your thighs further apart for him, innocently at first, he can’t help it when his lips freeze on yours as you slowly roll your hips upwards. It gives him the same automatic reaction he had gotten at the club, all the blood rushing to his cock instantly, except this time he doesn’t feel the shame he had felt before. There was no ulterior motive to what you were doing, sincerity shown in your confession, shared within each kiss, so Jungkook allows himself to bask in the want he feels for you.

“Y/N,” he groans out when you repeat the action, pulling away from your swollen lips to stare at you through hooded eyes. You’re licking your lips over as your eyes slowly open, a small glimmer evident in them as you tilt your head and pretend to not know what you’re doing.

“What?” you question, leaning up to kiss the edge of his mouth, giggling when he attempts to chase your lips as you pull back, choosing to kiss down his jaw instead. As your tongue gently trails along the side of his neck, you feel the harsh gulp he takes, his fingers bunching up in the sheets beside your head. His neck has always been a weak point for him, turning him into a puddle in seconds, you knew this from the unfiltered conversations you’ve had and it was something you were definitely going to be using to your advantage.

“You’re doing this on purpose,” he grunts, eyes fluttering shut as you nip at his skin, a visible shiver racking through him.

“Of course I am,” you hum, letting your hands roam his back, sliding around his front until you’re sneaking past the white fabric of his shirt. When your cool hands meet his skin, he tenses, the muscles on his stomach tightening up as your fingertips trail up his body. You’ve known Jungkook was well defined, lean and toned in all the best places, having seen him shirtless a few times. But being able to touch him like this, feel each stuttered breath and jump of his skin reacting to your touch fueled you.

Jungkook knows you can feel the racing of his heart now, your palms flat on his chest, each thrum revealing his emotions despite the cool and calm exterior he was trying to have. His hips lower towards yours, resisting the urge to rut into you as you start to suck on his skin. The low hum you let out vibrates against his neck, mixed in with the feeling of your wet lips, and he knows he’s done for. The final blow comes in the form of you swiping your tongue at the blossomed hickey, sweet voice pulling him back to earth as you look at him once more. “I want you Jungkook.”

Oh god, he couldn’t do this. His face pulls into a grimace, begging himself to not instantly cum in his pants at what you just said. How many times has he fantasized about this? Hoped you’d beg him for anything in that same exact voice, dreamed of you kissing and sucking on his skin like you currently were. Jungkook isn’t sure any amount of mental preparation would be enough for this.

“Say that again please.”

You giggle, finger pushing back a strand of his hair as it falls over his face, tucking it behind his ear. The normal doe eyed look you were accustomed to is nowhere to be found, pupils blown out in lust as he stares at you. Being on the receiving end of this stare fills your stomach with butterflies, the flapping of their wings intensifying as he nudges his nose into yours.

“I want you.” It’s breathless, spoken so softly through the background noise like a personal secret just for him. Jungkook doesn’t think he’ll ever grow tired of hearing you say it, that much is proven true when you repeat it in between kisses, trailing back up his neck in the same path you had taken until you're speaking the words directly against his lips. He swallows them down greedily, groaning into your mouth when his tongue tangles with yours once more.

“Fuck, you can have me baby.” He chuckles against your mouth when you start to tug at his shirt, yanking the thin material until he has to pull back and slip the tee off himself. The balled fabric gets tossed aside without a care, dark swirls of ink on his arm fully revealed now, each tattoo reminding you of how long you’ve known him, remembering the two pieces that he had when you first met. When he leans back over you, taking his time trailing kisses down your neck, onto your chest until his own hands are slowly tugging your shirt off of you, you decide there’s other things to focus on besides his glorious tattoos.

“Ah, Jungkook,” you sigh, fingers tangling into his hair when he kisses the swells of your breast, warm tongue sliding over your nipple before his lips are wrapping around it. His large palm gropes the other, thumb flicking over the pebbled bud, smirking when you push your chest further out for him.

“What baby?” He pulls back to blow a gust of cool air on your nipple, the wetness of his saliva making your skin break out into goosebumps.

“No teasing.”

Jungkook’s laughing now, eyes peering up at you through his lashes. “Oh, you think I’m not gonna tease you after what you did?” He tsks in disapproval as he continues to kiss down your torso, letting his hands trail down your sides, not stopping until he reaches the hem of your shorts. A kiss is placed above your navel as he pulls the shorts down your legs, toying with the waistband of your black underwear. “I’m gonna take my time with you.”

The build up before pleasure will always be your favorite part. The way his hands grip your thighs after tugging your underwear off, fingertips trailing up until his palm is pressing them further apart. It’s impossible to look at him now, the visual of his long hair framing his face as he starts to press wet kisses on your skin is too much to handle. You can feel the warm huff of air when he laughs as your head drops back onto the pillow once more, eyes slipping shut while you wait with anticipation.

Jungkook wants to comment over how wet you are already, boost his own ego about being able to rile you up with just kissing, but he can see the way you’re already on edge, and he decides he can tease you some more later with what he has in store. Instead, he gives you what you’re mentally pleading him for. Finally pressing his soft lips to your folds, the short gasp you release as his tongue glides up before gently flicking across your clit has him shutting his own eyes, reveling in the way you react to his touch.

His long fingers spread out your folds before he’s messily spitting onto them, watching the way the glob of saliva trickles down before he’s diving in, falling into the perfect pace with ease. It has your hips rutting up instantly, your hand uncurling its grip from your sheets to travel down your body and find its place tangled in his hair. Jungkook groans against your clit when your fingers grip tightly, yanking the dark strands as the prettiest moan flows out of you.

“J-just like that, fuck,” you whimper, finally lifting your head up to stare down at him when he latches his lips around your clit and sucks. It sends a spark down your spine, stomach tensing at his rhythm, fully intent to have you fall apart.

Jungkook wants to push you over the edge, knows he’s talented enough to get you there in record time—he was cocky in the best way—and the way your thighs tremble as he slowly sinks his finger into you proves his point. The slick coating your entrance allows a second finger to slip through with little resistance, a shuddering breath filling the air as he begins to spread his fingers apart, stretching you out in the most delicious way.

It’s not until his fingers curl up, rubbing along the sweet patch inside of you and you moan out his name, that he realizes he has you right where he wants you. He can’t get himself to look up at you, to see the way your jaw drops as you plead for more. Jungkook knows if his eyes lock with yours too soon he’ll be too weak to be as cruel as he wants to be.

The pleasure blooms inside you, hips rolling up into his in a way he welcomes, smirk spreading onto his lips when your moans get breathier. He eats you out with determination set in his brows, not satisfied until you’re tightening around his fingers, thighs threatening to close in on either side of his head. The messy way he slurps against you sends you reeling, rutting up into him with need, the wet thump of his fingers blending in with your moans of his name.

“God, Jungkook, I’m gonna cum.” He believes you, eyes finally opening up to stare at you. The visual is enough to make his cock throb in his pants, your glassy eyed stare locked onto his, chest rising and falling in time with each choked breath. When he playfully winks at you, your walls pulse around him, seconds away from being pushed over the edge, and that’s when he pulls away.

The warm glow of your orgasm approaching, just about to crest, gets ripped away from you instantly. It makes you gasp, thighs twitching as your hips attempt to push up back towards his mouth, but he’s having none of that. His shiny lips smile up at you innocently, head tilted to slowly kiss your trembling thighs, chuckling at the small cry of frustration you let out.

“You taste good baby,” he hums, smooching the skin at the juncture of your thighs, circling around your clit without relieving the pressure you felt. The dull ache has your fingers releasing his hair in defeat, a frown etched onto your lips.

“Jungkook, that’s mean,” you pant, sitting up and resting on your elbows to properly stare at him.

“A little, but you deserved it don’t you think?” Jungkook didn’t want to tease you too much, he just wanted to get even for the past two weeks. “You could have had me between your thighs every single night if you would’ve said something soon, so I think you can be patient.”

A firm kiss is pressed to your swollen clit and it makes your whole body shudder, your head dropping back as you take a deep breath to control yourself. “I can’t be patient Kook,” you whine, head leveling back out to give him the most convincing stare you can muster. There's that crease between your brows that he likes when you pinch them together, hands gently raking through his hair, teeth pillowing out your lower lip as you bite down onto it.

“Please, you can torture me later if you want but not now.” Your words have him cocking up his brow, hands once again gripping the meat of your thighs before he crawls back up your body. The feeling of his chain dragging up your skin has you shivering, breath catching in your throat when he hovers inches above you once more.

“I’ll hold you to that,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth before his hand slips between your thighs again. A groan reaches his ears as his fingers circle your clit, covered in your arousal and his saliva, gliding with ease as he works you back to your ruined orgasm.

His lips find yours, swallowing down the moan you let out when he quickens his pace. You can taste yourself on his tongue, tangling with yours with more urgency than before, messy and desperate in a way that had more arousal gushing out of you. The earlier pleasure reignites inside you, your hands sliding around his neck to keep him close, kissing him with fervor, quiet moans and whimpers slipping past between each smack of your lips.

“Jungkook,” you barely manage to squeal, a few more flicks needed to finally push you over the edge. Your lips are slick with spit as you pull back, jaw slack as you lose yourself in the feeling, and Jungkook easily bookmarks this into his brain to go back to and daydream of whenever he’s bored at work. Your eyes are squeezed shut as the feeling flows through you, not able to see how Jungkook stares at you in awe.

“Holy shit,” he whispers, slowly pulling his hand away when you keen at the sensitivity, thighs twitching on the sheets as the pleasure rolls through you in waves. You’re looking up just in time to see him slip his messy fingers into his mouth, tongue licking them clean and savoring the taste of you. Just as he slides them back out, your fingers wrap around his wrist and lead them directly into your mouth, sinking onto them with your eyes locked on his own.

Jungkook’s cock jumps in its confines when you suck, tip of your tongue circling his fingertips before popping them back out with a smirk. There’s a brief moment of shock on his features before he’s jumping into action, quickly unbuttoning his jeans in haste that left you giggling on your sheets.

“What happened to patience?” you tease, laughing harder when he pauses with one foot stuck in the hole of his jeans, a playful glare thrown your way.

“Oh, now you want patience?” He kicks his pants the rest of the way off, slowly shuffling towards you as he stands beside the bed in just his boxers. Your hands make grabby motions for him, reaching for the waistband of his underwear to tug them down, licking your lips over as his cock springs out. It bobs in the air for a second, thick and heavy, precum collecting at the tip with the prettiest veins on the underside of it. Of course Jungkook and his pretty privilege would have a dick worthy of leaving you speechless.

Jungkook allows you to ogle at him, confidently wrapping his palm around the base of his cock, hissing slightly at the sensation as he looks down at it, allowing spit to accumulate behind his lips before a string of it escapes and lands right onto his length to help the glide of his palm. Your eyes widen at the sight, hand replacing his as he guides your motions, giving an experimental squeeze and enjoying how his abs tense up.

“I’ve been patient for a long time Y/N. You said you want me right?” You’re nodding instantly, eyes looking away from his shiny length to stare up at him. “How do you want me?”

“Jungkook, just get over here.” He doesn’t resist when you let go of his cock, hands gripping his arm to yank him back onto the bed in a clumsy heap. His legs are a tangled mess, nearly ramming his forehead with yours from the force, shared laughter filling the air as you situate yourself. Jungkook had pictured this a thousand times and this is exactly how he imagined it, full of soft kisses, hushed laughter and goofy smiles, playfulness mixed in with lust all coming together perfectly to make the two of you.

As he settles between your thighs, your sodden folds inches from his length, you can see the look on his face as his eyes glance in between both of your nightstands. Already knowing the question that was about to spill out, you beat him to the punch. “You don’t need one, if you don’t want to. I’m on birth control, and haven’t been with anyone since…” you trail off, not needing to specify.

Jungkook tries not to look too excited, really, but it’s hard. Every one of his lewd fantasies had involved being able to feel you entirely, and if your thoughts from that night were anything to go by, you definitely want the same. It takes him a second to speak, having to swallow properly to prevent himself from choking on his saliva and embarrassing himself in front of you. “I’m clean, I promise.”

“I trust you,” you smile, biting down onto your bottom lip as he fists his cock, slowly leading it to your dripping center. His free hand rests on your inner thigh, softly palming the skin as the head of his cock nudges against your entrance, pushing past the tight ring of muscles and into your heat. With his gaze locked down to where you connect, he sees inch by inch sink into you, finally bottoming out with a shared gasp.

Jungkook leans over you properly now, hand sliding up to lace with yours as the other rests beside your head, just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling of your velvety walls wrapped tightly around his cock. You welcome the stretch, the curve of his length inside you, how he cages you in with his body, eyes full of want staring directly at you, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze because he knows he can’t properly form a sentence right now.

“Fuck me, please.” With his hips pressed flush against yours, he’s slowly inching back, letting you get used to his size with each thrust. It doesn’t take long before he’s rearing back entirely, thrusting forward with a wet squelch, corner of his lips curling up into a smirk when you moan out his name. Your hand curls around his shoulder, fingers digging into his back to keep yourself steady from the force of his hips.

Each time the head of his cock would nudge against your bundle of nerves, your nails would sink into his skin, leaving half moon indents that left him groaning in pleasure. Jungkook hadn’t outright told you, but it had become increasingly obvious that he has a slight kink for pain, practically mewling above you as you scratch his back, fucking you with more determination than before.

“You feel so good,” he rasps, slotting his lips with yours in a messy kiss. The back of your headboard starts to rattle against the wall, bouncing back in time with his hips, and it brings you back to the filthy thoughts you had before. How often you’d hear the same sounds on the opposite side, mixing in with the sharpness of skin connecting together, and you want it. So badly.

“J-jungkook,” you breathe out, letting him pepper more kisses onto you, hips never slowing down. “Can you do something for me?” The tone you use, coated in sugar so sweet he couldn’t say no even if he wanted to.

“Anything.”

It’s hard to concentrate on anything else while his cock continues to fuck into you, turning your mind into mush each time he sunk all the way in. He can see the way you try to focus, eyes falling shut with the cutest pout on your kiss swollen lips, finally grabbing onto the reigns of your mind as you spit it out. “Wanna feel you—fuck—spank me, please.”

Only then do his hips slow down, cock throbbing inside of you, fighting the urge to cum before fulfilling your request. The only confirmation that he was agreeing, wholeheartedly, comes when he pulls out of you, moving too quickly for you to protest at the loss of contact. The room spins for a second as his hands grip onto your hips and flip you over with ease, palms gripping the globes of your ass and softly patting them with a chuckle.

“Of course baby,” he murmurs, hooking his arm underneath your stomach to haul you up onto your knees, allowing you to steady yourself before he’s sliding into you once again. The change in position has you keening, his cock sinking deeper than before, the wetness dripping out of you helping him maintain the earlier pace he had. Your hands fist the sheets beneath you, back arching in ecstasy as he hits your g-spot with precision, a tiny shriek of his name making him smile.

Jungkook keeps you on edge, strong hands gripping the skin of your hips tightly, mouth dropping open while he pants at the way you pulse around his cock, leaving it coated in your slick. His hand slides down to your ass, a gentle touch being your only warning before he’s pulling his hand back and delivering a swift slap to your skin. Your reaction is immediate, an unrestrained moan sounding like music to his ears. The sharp sting spreads directly to your core, your head bowing forward as you mentally beg him for more, your wish being granted seconds later when he repeats it on the other side.

If the wet sounds of his cock fucking you weren’t filthy enough, the added slap of his palm across your ass definitely topped it off. Jungkook had never seen you so needy, thighs coated in your arousal, gushing around him each time he spanked you until you were creaming his cock. The greedy way your walls suck him in, wanting him closer, deeper than ever, left him mesmerized.

His hand soothes the dull throb on your skin, a trembling breath reaching his ears as he leans over your back, lips kissing up your spine up until reaching your shoulder. Hot pants of breath hit your skin, making you shiver as his lips trail along the edge of your ear. “Feel good?”

“Y-yes,” you mewl, voice trembling from the pleasure, rutting your hips in time with his.

Jungkook’s way of love was a breath of fresh air for you, rough enough to exhilarate you, the force of his hips leaving you scrambling for purchase to prevent you from face planting onto the sheets, gripping onto your hair and tugging it back with enough force to make your body tingle. But it was intertwined with adoration, sweet praise whispered into your ear, lacing his fingers with yours to let you feel secure.

“You’re never getting rid of me baby,” he groans out. The low rasp in his voice makes you tremble, neck straining from his grip in your hair but the burn feels too good to pull away. His small confession has your heart skipping, eyes slipping shut to bask in the overwhelming feeling surrounding you.

“Good,” you manage to pant, “would never dream of it.” After four years of friendship, the beginning stages of getting to know each other, figuring out the right ways to flow with your different personalities, it's all out of the way now, so it’s incredibly easy for you to picture a steady future with him. The breakfast gossiping, shameless club outings, chaotic game nights with snacks thrown at each other, you want everything you already have with him and more. What you have, so rooted in sincerity, built off mutual respect for each other, blossoming into love so pure, you can’t imagine having this with anyone else.

“Y/N,” he gasps, the pulsing of your walls bringing him closer to his climax. “I’m close.”

You can only hum in agreement, burying your face into your pillow when he releases the grip he has in your hair, nipples rubbing against the sheets in time with his thrusts, the sensitivity sending sparks throughout you. Both his hands grip your hips again, dimpling the skin as he quickens his pace, the tantalizing roll of his hips intent to send you over before him. His eyes trail over the curve of your back, how you arch it further to feel more of him, sliding down to your ass, seeing the way it bounces back with each snap of his hips, how you weakly rut back onto him, pussy clamping around his length as your orgasm approached.

Jungkook slides his hand around you, trailing across your tummy before slipping between your thighs to the spot you needed him most. Even with your face buried in the sheets, the moan you let out is loud enough for Jungkook to hear perfectly, body shuddering as he flicks across your clit in tight circles.

“Kook, I’m cumming—fuck,” you shout out, white heat enveloping your body as you get sent over the edge. Your mind blanks for a minute, the intensity of your orgasm crashing over you so suddenly, making your limbs tense up while every nerve ending lights up. The only thing you can think of is him, chanting out your name while you pulse around him, sweet words coaxing you through your high, thumb rubbing along the skin of your hips as he never slows his pace.

As he fucks you through it, groaning out at how tight your walls are around him, you have to turn your head to gasp in a breath, face feeling hot from it all. You can feel how sweaty your skin has become, the back of your neck feeling sticky as your turn to get a glimpse of him, body still shuddering from the aftershocks.

Jungkook doesn’t have a care for his own volume now, moaning unabashedly as he pistons his hips into you with less grace than before. The soft mewls of overstimulation you let out just bring him closer to his release, thrusts getting sloppier as the pleasure takes over him.

“Fuck, baby-” he grunts out, mouth dropping open as he moans even louder, finally falling apart. He pushes further into you, head falling forward as his hips press flushed against your ass, warm spurts of his cum filling you up in a way that fulfills your dirtiest fantasies. A few more shallow thrusts has the two of you gasping, hearts pounding in your chests, coming down slowly as he finally stills.

A serene silence falls over you, the movie long turned off in the background, only the low glow of the television letting you know it was still on. With great hesitation, Jungkook finally pulls out of you, gulping when he sees the thick globs of cum spill from your core, dripping down your thighs before landing on the sheets in a sinful mess. Your sheets are well and truly ruined, Jungkook would honestly suggest tossing them in the trash judging by the damp spot directly beneath you.

With a small groan, you’re flopping fully onto your stomach, thighs no longer able to keep yourself up, the exhaustion creeping up on you. Jungkook chuckles when he hears you, soothing your back with a gentle massage. “You’re not sleeping in here babe.”

“Why not,” you slur, cheek pressed against your pillow, eyes already shut. All you wanted to do was lay here, preferably with his arms wrapped around you, but Jungkook clearly has other plans.

“Because it’s disgusting,” he laughs, giving you a few more seconds of rest before he’s moving around. The dip in the bed lets you know he’s gotten off, one eye peeking open to search for him, seeing him gathering his belongings from the floor.

“Where are you going?”

He shimmies back into his clothes with a grimace, gathering your own items before approaching you once more. “We are going next door and sleeping in my totally clean bed, c’mon.”

You only put up a fight for a second, secretly enjoying the way he helps you get dressed in your earlier clothes, heart swelling in your chest at how domestic it all feels. The mess in your room would have to be dealt with another day, the only important item being the ice cream that finds its way back into the freezer as you both head out of your apartment and swiftly enter his next door.

He’s just as delicate and careful in the shower, taking turns cleaning each other, large hands gripping your ass and giggling like a child when you wince at the small throb of pain you feel. Soft kisses are shared under the showerhead, warm water soothing your body as the room fogs up, sweet confessions scribbled on the glass in his messy writing, topped off with a heart. Jungkook stops you before you can wipe it away, shyly telling you that he’d like to see it reappear the next time he showers.

His bedroom was one you weren’t too familiar with, used to lounging in his living room the most, so as he settles into his bed after getting cozy in his pajamas, you wait for him to call you over before joining him. The coolness of his sheets has you sighing, snuggling into his side with a smile on your lips, one that Jungkook sees as he stares down at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Seeing you draped in his clothes, cuddled up beside him in a way you’ve never done before, makes him feel like a giddy teenager.

“Can I be honest?” he wonders, arm wrapping around you to pull you even closer to him. When you hum in confirmation, he laughs sheepishly. “I thought you were going to friendship dump me today.”

“What, why?”

Your head bobs up as he shrugs his shoulders. “The way you were acting reminded me of the last time you told me you wanted to focus on your relationship. I was just scared I was going to lose you again.”

The tone he uses makes your heart ache, the same guilt you felt these past few days coming back when you put yourself in his shoes. You had no idea that the way you were acting would affect him this way, never once imagining that he thought you would cut off this friendship while you were just coming to terms with the fact that you harbored strong feelings for him.

“Jungkook, I’m sorry,” you sigh, palm resting on his chest, feeling each beat of his heart, no longer racing like before, confident and steady in it’s pace because he knows you’re not going anywhere. “I’m stupid, and freaked out after what I did, and just needed to gather my thoughts before saying anything.”

He cranes his head away from you, a confused look on his face. “After what you did? What did you do?”

Fuck.

“Uhm,” you start with a strained laugh, refusing to look up at him out of embarrassment, but the truth has to come out so you power through it. “So, the night of the date, I sort of got home earlier than I told you I did.”

His eyes narrow at you, refusing to give anything away before he knew where this was going. “Okay, go on.”

“And I sort of heard you through the walls.” You look up at him now, your guilty stare spelling it out for him. His eyes widen before he can conceal his surprise, cheeks warming up instantly because oh boy, he knew exactly where this was going. “And then, I sort of...joined.”

“You lied to me!” he shouts, shocked smile on his face as he recalls the way you had replied to his texts, telling him you had just gotten home and going the extra mile to say you were in a totally different room when in reality, you were sprawled out in your bed after just getting off to the sound of him.

Filthy. And also kind of hot. Jungkook was definitely into that, something he’ll totally proposition you into doing again because why not.

“I know! I couldn’t help it, it was so hot, and I felt so guilty. But, you’re technically the reason why my orgasm gave me my epiphany and let me realize I really do like you. So, I think I did us both a favor by being a dirty liar.” He’s laughing instantly, fingers gripping your cheeks to turn your head up, planting a firm kiss onto your lips obnoxiously.

“Alright, you’re forgiven. Plus, consider us even because I have definitely heard you getting off on your own plenty of times too.” A squeal of surprise fills the air as you swat at his chest, burying your face into his shirt and feeling the rumble of his laughter. It really wasn’t ever intentional. The walls are thin, you weren’t exactly quiet, and he couldn’t just lay there and ignore it. So call him an opportunist, or a pervert, because you were one too.

Jungkook is cheeky though, knowing how to get under your skin in the best way, and you can already tell you’re in for a ride when he gets close to your ear and whispers, “You wanna show me how you did it?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know,” you snort, peering up at him with mischief in your eyes.

“You did say I could torture you later.” He smiles innocently, fingers pinching your chin as he kisses you again. “It’s later.”

The sweet laughter that escapes you makes his heart skip a beat, still not able to come to terms that this was happening and wasn’t some dream of his that he’d wake up from. He kisses the tops of your cheeks first, then your nose, before reaching your lips, his hand gently caressing your skin. Jungkook had no intention of torturing you tonight, knowing how tired you typically were after work on a normal day, and after drawing two orgasms out of you that left you shaking, he knows how close you are to sleep with the way your eyes droop.

“Aren’t you glad you didn’t give up on crushes and love?” he mumbles against your lips, inching back to stare down at you.

“I’m glad I stopped looking for it in the wrong places.” Your hands wrap around his neck, toying with his hair before pulling him back to you, reattaching your lips because you just couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

Every single moment you shared, from moving in and awkwardly trying to get to know each other, the ups and downs of failed relationships, the push that started it all at the club, and every almost moment in between brought you full circle to right now. There probably won’t be a moment where you don’t wish you had done this sooner, worked past your worry of ruining a good friendship in fear of what could happen, but the past helped mold you into who you are, strengthening your relationship to be the way it is now.

Right now had you thinking of the future, and there was nothing more exciting than that.

#jungkook smut #heartsforbts #btswritingcafe #btsghostie #bangtansorciere #bangtaninn #btscreatorscorner #jeongguk smut #jeon jungkook #bts smut #jungkook fluff #new

3K notes · View notes

youbutstupid · 2 years

Text

The reason why Dream doesn’t want to meet anyone before meeting George and the reason why it’s ‘okay’ for George to meet others despite this

They’re in completely different situations. George watched his two best friends meet eachother and move in together without him whilst the UK was in the middle of their 3rd lockdown and he was alone in his flat. George loves everyone he’s met up with but Dream and Sapnap are literally everything to him: he’s spent the past 6 years speaking to them for hours everyday with 4000 miles separating them

(Apart from Quackity) the only people George has met are the European streamers, Aka people he’s not gonna see again, meanwhile Dream can afford to not meet Punz rn because no matter how long he waits, Punz is gonna be there.

Also George (apparently) hasn’t seen Dream’s face and Dream says he wants no one else to see it other than Sapnap until he meets George because: it’d be sort of unfair to not show your best friend what you look like but show others when said best friend is planning to drop his entire life, home, family to move in with you

Also I feel like people have this idea that Dream just keeps himself locked in his room because George isn’t there yet when that isn’t the case. Dream keeps himself locked in his room because he’s a faceless streamer who doesn’t want to be recognised

George doesn’t owe Dream his loneliness in order to prove he’s a loyal friend for the past almost 2 years. Whilst Dream is living with his best friend people rlly get mad and say it’s unfair that George also meets his friends instead of staying locked, alone inside his one bedroom flat in London? Dream doesn’t expect George to owe that to him either, he understands.

Also no one gets mad when Sapnap meets other people without Dream but when George does it’s unfair? Please you just have weirdly higher standards for how you want George to be as a person and it’s odd. (Yes I’m absolutely talking about when George, Tommy and Wilbur met in London in April and George got cancelled for it because of covid despite the fact that at the exact same time, Sapnap went all the way to North Carolina to play a big game of hide and seek with a large group of people he’s never met before in his life. I’m not saying cancel Sapnap at all I’m just saying watch your standards)

#btw in my last point I’m not talking ab George going to the party #that was later in the year #I’m on an when George Tommy and Wilbur met up outside #and George neg was trending on Twitter #dream smp #dream team #georgenotfound #dream #dreamwastaken #sapnap #mcyt

181 notes · View notes

moving-wright-along · 2 years

Note

(Idk if you've done this before but) Hi I was wondering If you could please give me some X-virus/Cody Hc? Also I love reading your blog...

I’ve done some cody headcanons before, but theyre really old so heres new ones. also this ask was sent SO LONG AGO AND IM SO SORRY LOL

💉Cody Rogers💉

-Don’t let his hardcore, mean facade fool you. Cody is always longing for affection and companionship, but he puts up barriers and blocks it out when it’s offered to him. His adoptive father thinking he was a monster and rejecting his interests really messed him up, so he’s slow to trust now.

-He’s a solitary creature of his own creation. And while he’ll struggle to admit it, he craves intimacy and connection so bad.

-Personally I like to think that him and Toby are twins separated at birth. I also think he changed his name back to Rogers after moving into the manor. He’s really happy to have a family again.

-They have absolutely no idea why they were separated. Toby joked once that Cody was so ugly out the womb that they got rid of him. Cody just punched him and pointed out that they have the exact same face.

-They're completely identical except for eye color. Cody's eyes are green, while Toby's are brown.

-Cody has noticed that Toby has a difficult time looking him in the eye, but seemingly doesn’t have the same problem with anyone else. It’s only after he sees a picture of her that he realizes its because his eyes are the same color as Lyra’s.

-Toby tells him a lot about Lyra. It makes him sad to think about, that he had a sister he never got to meet. He daydreams sometimes about how their lives would be different if they’d been raised together. Maybe life wouldn’t suck so bad if they’d had each other.

-Also mad that he never got a chance to sock it to their piece of shit father before Toby killed him. He would've liked to smack the fucker with his bat for hurting his siblings. Too late now, though, and he's at least content that the man got what was coming to him.

-Aside from his brother, I think he gets along best with EJ in the mansion. They bond over mad science and crimes against humanity.

-He likes Jane too, and while they aren’t super close, he’s had some pleasant conversations with her. Jane mainly likes him because he’s one of the only people in this manor capable of being civil. And because he annoys the shit out of Jeff and she’s all for that.

-Cody can’t stand Jeff. Ben wouldn’t be so bad either if he didn’t get roped into Jeff’s shit so much. Cody mainly hates him because Jeff is an asshole who doesn’t really care about other people or their feelings. He doesn’t care much for bullies. Jeff also has a bad habit of picking on Toby specifically, which pretty much immediately lands him on Cody’s shit list.

-As for Masky and Hoodie... He doesn’t really know what to make of those two, honestly. Both proxies are close with Toby, the three of them having a strong brotherly bond. It makes him feel like an outsider, which only makes Masky or Hoodie’s attempts to get close to him feel fake- like they’re only doing it because of his brother.

-Which... isn’t entirely wrong. At least at first. Masky and Hoodie first assume that because they’re twins that they’ll be really similar. They’re a bit shocked to then find that Cody is practically his twin’s opposite. Neither of them really know how to interact with him because of that.

-Needless to say, Cody keeps his distance.

-Masky and Hoodie try to get Cody involved but he just doesn’t seem interested. Toby is the only person that can convince Cody to hang out or participate with the others, but even then it’s a 50-50 chance.

-Even when he is convinced to engage in group activities he doesn’t usually stick around very long. His social battery drains fast and he hits a point where he needs to be alone for a while.

-Because of his loner nature he usually gets sent on missions by himself, rather than with a group, which he doesn’t mind at all.

-Cody keeps to himself and is pretty quiet. He’s also smart and sensible, which makes him an instant favorite of Slender’s. However this just makes it easier for him to fuck with people because he hides all his mischief behind that innocent face.

-Constantly torturing Jeff and the best part is no one can ever prove it’s him. Everyone knows of course, but they can’t prove it.

-Him and Toby fight a lot. Not like disagreement fighting- no, they actually get along really well. Like fist-fighting. They’ll be totally fine one minute and the next they’re just decking each other. Toby always wins though cause Cody’s kinda weak and Toby does a lot more physical training than he does. It’s all in good fun though :o)

-They're both actually really protective of each other. Cody defends Toby from Jeff or whoever else tries to mess with him and Toby defends Cody from anyone who tries to get him riled up (jeff). They're like two guard dogs guarding each other.

-In a weird way, fighting his brother is a good way for Cody to release pent up anger and aggression because Toby can't feel it. Boy has pent up anger issues like you wouldn't believe. He tries to keep himself calm but it's really easy to set him off.

-He’s the type that’s usually really quiet but every once in a while he murmurs some insanely hilarious quip that just destroys everyone.

-He has a bunch of piercings and he did them all himself. He also has a stick and poke, but its just a little operator symbol on his bicep. He would do more but he doesn’t really know what to give himself. Refuses to give Toby a tattoo no matter how much the other begs. Ever since Toby found out he has a tattoo and that he did it himself he hasn’t heard the end of it.

-Outside of his own bedroom, he spends a lot of time in the manor’s library. Him and EJ will sit at the same table and read for hours and not say a single word to one another. They love it.

-Always finds a way to make himself scarce when the pastas have any kind of game night. He has horrible luck and he absolutely sucks at any and every type of game, from monopoly to mario kart. He refuses to be humiliated.

-He’s actually really sweet when he starts to open up. He’s really observant, which means he’s really thoughtful when he wants to be.

-I feel like he stares into the middle distance a lot. Like “are you guys seeing this shit?” kind of staring, like he’s looking into a camera. Or that ben affleck meme.

#cody #cody rogers #cody rogers x reader #x virus #x-virus #x-virus creepypasta

139 notes · View notes

helpimhyperfixating · 3 years

Text

Sneak Attack In Morioh - Jotaro x Reader

Word Count: 1767

The Speedwagon Foundation had silently snuck you into Morioh on the same boat as Mr. Joestar. The only difference was no one was awaiting your arrival. Spending the entire time in the hull, you waited and bided your time until you could silently and unnoticeably slip off board and into Morioh.

There was something going on in S-city and since Morioh was located not too far from it, you had been put on the same boat, only to travel to S-city at night.

That was the plan at least.

Slipping from the hull onto the deck, you looked over the docks, only to freeze in your steps. The one person you didn't want to encounter in your trip through Morioh was standing right there, looking out at sea.

Jotaro Kujo, your longtime friend.

You and him had been through hell and back together. First in high school, then fighting DIO, then college and other roaming Stand users; you went through it all with him. So, if he knew you were here and where you were going, he would either try to stop you, or want to come with you. Neither were a viable option at the moment. If he were to spot you, his stubbornness and persuasive abilities would certainly mean your stealth mission would end. And so you immediately brought out your Stand, manipulating the light and making yourself invisible.

You knew Jotaro knew your Stand better than anyone else. Almost as well as you did. So you knew you had to hightail it out of there before he figured out you were there, despite the fact that you were near invisible to the naked eye.

With a quick move you hopped off the boat and stayed low as you ran, making near to no noise as you got out of there, Jotaro never moving from his spot by the water.

- - - -

Running through the streets, you looked behind yourself only to barrel straight into someone.

The sudden impact caused you to lose concentration and your Stand dissipated, fading back into your body after releasing the invisibility.

"Ow." You whined childishly as you had landed harshly on your butt. Looking up, you saw a man with green hair and stylish clothing. His face held an expression of shock before it turned more serious, glaring at you - or more precisely, where your Stand had been.

Immediately getting up you looked at him with slightly widened eyes. He was most definitely a Stand user.

Taking note of his stance, you jumped into a defensive pose. And you were right to, for not even a second later, the man jumped forward.

"Heaven's Door!"

A Stand popped out from him but you were faster. Jumping backwards, you vaulted onto your hands and pushed yourself as far away as possible, summoning your Stand to send a glare of light at him and blind him so you could run away.

You had no time for this right now, if you weren't at the train station in 4 minutes you'd miss the train and have to wait until the morning for another, meaning missing your target and also being at risk of being discovered by those in Morioh. And so you booked it.

- - - -

Eight hours. That was all it took for you to complete the mission you were given. Someone had stolen important research from the Speedwagon Foundation and you were tasked with bringing it back. When you arrived at the scene, relief washed over you to see they had not been able to crack the lock of the briefcase where the information was in yet.

Getting only minimal injuries, mainly a knife cut on your arm from one of the scientists when you first took hold of the briefcase, you got out of there in record time without setting off any further alarms or causing more uproar.

All in all, a mission well done.

And now here you were, handing the briefcase over to the people of the Speedwagon Foundation on the boat.

"Thank you, Miss L/N. We are departing in about an hour."

"That's alright. I think I'm going to stay here in Morioh though, you never know when you might need an extra ally. So I'm going to stay here and help Dr. Kujo."

"Very well. Stay safe."

"You too!" You waved at the man before sprinting away from the docks.

It was now about 9AM and you figured it was about time to visit your friend. A perfect plan then came into your mind. This man had never been scared or surprised. No matter what you tried, everything failed. But now? He had no clue you were here. This time it should work! Right?

Using your Stand to turn yourself invisible again, you walked into the town, only to see the green-haired man again. He was talking to a kid with a pompadour while looking very disgusted.

Curious, you snuck closer.

"I need Mr. Kujo's phone number." Holy shit you hit the Jackpot. "I encountered a Stand user last night but she disappeared almost immediately. She has to be on the loose here somewhere." Ah, that's less fortunate.

"Why don't I phone him and we can meet up."

"Oi, Josuke!"

Two boys came running up to the pair you were observing, one of them very short while the other had scars over his face.

This was getting very busy now so you moved back a little bit. Letting them all do their thing. The one named Josuke phoned Jotaro and you saw him nod a few times before hanging up and motioning the others to follow.

Taking that as your que, you silently moved along, staying far enough away to not let any possible sound you made be noticed, but close enough that you wouldn't lose them. You didn't concern yourself with their conversation because it wasn't really your business, and if they were talking about you being enemy? Well then that would have to do for now. That misconception would hopefully be cleared up soon.

Following them for twenty minutes, you reached a hill and all the way at the top, you could already see your target waiting there.

Making sure you stayed behind the small group of boys you had been following, you hid completely from his view to make sure he really wouldn't spot you. There were very few signs how you could see where you were when invisible, but Jotaro knew them all. So, hiding was your best bet.

As you approached though, you could feel the maniacal grin growing on your face. You were on a hill. It was prime material to jump him and push him down it. Now that had to surprise him for sure, right?

Just then, they all congregated and you focused back on the here and now.

After sharing a few greetings, the green haired man got straight to the point. "Last night I encountered a Stand user. They bumped into me and I saw their Stand. When I tried to use Heaven's Door they somehow were fast enough to jump back and escape my range before blinding me and disappearing."

"They anticipated Heaven's Door?" The short one spoke up while you walked a little backwards, positioning yourself there where you could perfectly have a running start at the man in white. There was a gap between the green haired man and the one named Josuke for some reason but it provided you with a perfect path right towards your target.

"They must have. So it is safe to bet they know of our abilities. And now they're just roaming around, somewhere out there."

"Rohan." Jotaro interjected and you quickly got in a stance, ready to go. "You said they blinded you and disappeared? How?"

Knowing that if you didn't hurry you'd be exposed, you ran.

"Indeed. There was a glare of light and-" Whatever Rohan was about to say was interrupted when Jotaro suddenly flew backwards, the exact Stand user they had been talking about appearing out of thin air, having tackled the marine biologist.

Jotaro let out a noise of surprise, summoning Star Platinum and using the World mid-air before looking down to see you, a giddy yet evil grin on your face.

The utter surprise at seeing you actually here caused him to have no time left to do anything else so when time started moving again, he just fell down, making contact with the hill as he started rolling down it together with you.

"Mr. Jotaro!"

"Mr. Kujo!"

"Ah!"

Several shouts of surprise rang out as the two of you barrelled down the hill but you quickly came to a stop, you on top of Jotaro and laughing while Jotaro was on the bottom still a little stunned.

Quickly sitting up so you were sitting on his stomach, you pumped your fists in the air, shouting. "Fucking gottem!!!"

The Duwang, who had been running down the hill to reach the two of you, stopped in their tracks, seeing such a dumb yet lighthearted display.

They were even more surprised when Star Platinum appeared and lightly pushed you to the side, causing you to face plant in the grass while Jotaro stood up, completely unharmed.

"Oi, Jotaro that was mean!" You said as you lifted your face from the grass.

"It's your own fault." Was all he said back as he dusted himself off before looking over his back at his coat and sighing loudly. "You ruined my coat."

"Hehe, sorry. But hey, admit it, I got you! Surprised to see me here?" You waggled your eyebrows.

"Consider me confounded." He deadpanned and you pouted. "Josuke, do you mind?" He turned to the pompadour kid and said kid seemed to snap out of his stupor, stepping forward and bringing out his Stand for Jotaro, never really taking his surprised eyes off of you.

You watched the Stand remove all the green grass stains from his coat and softly 'ooh'ed at it, in awe by the Stand.

"Alright, who are you?" Rohan then glared at you and you squeaked a little at the hostility in his look.

"This is Y/N L/N, an old friend of mine." Jotaro introduced you, motioning his hand to you.

Slyly smiling to yourself, you grabbed onto his hand, making him turn his head to face you and sigh, getting your meaning as he pulled you up from the ground without any visible effort.

"Friend?!" Josuke exclaimed in shock while you let go of Jotaro's hand, dusting yourself off.

"Why are you here, Y/N?"

#jotaro x reader #jotaro kujo #jjba #jjba part 4 #jojo x reader #jojos bizarre adventure #duwang #bit of an older one but still like it :)

277 notes · View notes

ssavanessa22 · 3 years

Text

Your’s mine ours (prologue)

A/n: I can't remember the exact post, but I was inspired to write this fic from something that @boldlyvoid spoke about on their account and the movie Yours mine and our that came out in the 2000’s like this post or send an ask to be added to the taglist for this story :)

Warnings: swearing, children crying, violence, just y/n and Spencer both being kinda rude

He and the boys visit this park every week without fail; they both have entirely different interests, so he tries to include it all in these sessions at the park. He plays a riveting game of chess with Charlie, who, at only five years old, is slowly catching up to his old man. After he helps Tyler with scoring for soccer, even though Spencers is not the most athletically inclined, the physics behind the perfect score is pretty straightforward.

However, this week, when they go to the park, they meet someone who will leave a lasting impression on them

It all starts when Spencer is setting up the small picnic blanket for them to sir on after they finish with their activities. Charlie is already revving to play a game of chess, and To him, Spencer is taking too long for his liking and decides to go set up without him.

He takes his short chubby limbs and makes his way to his special seat that he and daddy always use when playing chess in the park. However, when he gets there, little Charlie is met by another small child around the same age as maybe four instead of five. She's wearing pale jeans and a pink dusted cardigan that matches her cute little trainers; her whole look is cohesive. The Accessories on the end of her hair ties that secure the large puffs on her head. Her hair is so big and fluffy it reminds Charlie of the clouds in the sky that he and Tyler look at together.

By the time he's able to lift himself fully onto the bench, she notices him and his unruly curls, that are speckled on his head

“Do you know how to play chess because I don't play with silly people”

“My mum teaches me she's like the best chess-playing like in the world.”

“My dad is awesome at playing too, but I'm getting better, and I'm gonna beat him soon.”

Simultaneously whilst spencer still hasn't noticed that Charlie has walked away to find a more attentive chess partner, he is helping Tyler set up the goal for his practices.

“So what are we working on today” spencer gifted after finishing setting up the post

“Mostly scoring curved goals coach saying my attack is good and I'm rarely offside, so it's mainly curved goals today.”

“Okay, let's me write a few things in my notes, and then we can see how to improve that.”

“Dad, isn't it better if we make the hands-on approach now and worry about the physics later”

“Tyler, you will be thanking me when your team wins because of these notes I'm going to make now; just sit down, don't try and score yet, or you'll hurt yourself or, worse, someone. Just wait, and we will be fine.”

“Ughh, find dad.”

The problem with kids is even when you try to teach them to the best of your abilities to listen to you, they still never do so. Of course, even Spencer told Tyler not to start shooting the ball. He did anyway.

“Tyler, why have I told you not to do that yet? Because you could hurt someone, come on, please listen to me when I tell you something. ``Spencer says, “ come on, Charlie, let's go play so ches- Charlie? Charlie? Tyler, have you seen Charlie.”

Sadly Tyler was too preoccupied with scoring his goals then listen to what his dad was saying

“Dad, I know you worried I'll hurt someone, but look, I'm super careful- wooooo oh shit.”

Just as Spencer had predicted because Tyler had put so much force into his kick, it went flying past the area they were sitting in and went to mother and daughter, both frantically looking for something or, more likely, someone in the park. Sadly for both groups, the ball came at a propelling speed at a young girl, hitting her right in the face. From what Spencer could tell from the glimpse of the two of them, the girl was probably 16/17, around Tyler’s age, and her mum was no less than 35. And both spencer and Tyler could hear the fallout of the hit from where they were standing.

“Ahhhh, who the fuck kicked that at me.”

“Oh God, Melanie, are you okay, hun?”

“No, some fuck face just hit me with a ball me mum, you.” she pointed directly to Tyler

“Me”, Tyler said in shock

“Yeah, you curlyhead bipshit, were you the fuckface who just kicked this ball at me.”

“Uhhh I-I-” before Tyler could respond, both Charlie and the little friend he made ran to their prospective parent

When spencer saw Charlie run up to him, he was a blubbering mess

“Daddy daddy, this girl was mean to me,” he said with tears streaming down his face

Both parents were filled with confusion and anger. How dare the other not learn how to control their child in a public setting in unison they both looked at each other and replied

“What the hell is wrong with your kid?”

Taglist (I'm also tagging people who liked my post ages ago about writing this !)

@godessofbucky @thatsonezesty13 @milo-of-the-sea @dreatine @shaunniaok-blog @directingsunsets @obsessivelysearching @zombiedixon89 @catboykenmasimp @gardennof-venus @solarreid @serpenttines-writes @prettyvintageafternoon @samuel-de-champagne-problems @sweetandsunny @spookyspence

#spence reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid x black reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #dad spencer #dad!spencer #spencer reid angst #spencer reid insert #spencer reid fan fiction

158 notes · View notes

roger-that-cap · 3 years

Text

what a lovely dream it is

english major!wanda x english major!fem!reader

summary: who would have thought that wanda, the self proclaimed queen of reading science fiction, would be just as obsessed with shakespeare as you?

warnings: one use of the word “su*cide”. shakespeare. nerds quoting lines. bad writing. (i challenged myself into writing this in an hour and a half). cringey writing (there is a difference)

word count: 4k!

You and Wanda connected at first because you two spoke the same language from different regions. It felt like she spoke British English, and you spoke American English. You were on the same wavelength but not exactly the same individual wave, but it was as close as you had ever gotten with someone who you deemed worth your time.

While everyone else was partying or drinking until they threw up or flaunting around bags with white powder in them, you sat with your back to the wall after studying, reading a classic, knowing that the change of her leaning against the same wall and doing the exact same thing you were was high.

You met her in the library, on your third day at your university. You were trying to find your group of authors, your little nook where you would feel the safest in the entire school. You had stumbled right into the fantasy section, looked around for a second, and then tripped over a brown boot that was just at the start of the science fiction shelf.

“I’m so sorry,” a woman’s voice murmured, and you just shook your head and said that it was okay, much more interested in the way that your hands suffered from the fall on the carpet than the girl. Until you looked up.

It was everything about her that stunned you. The brown hair, the flush of her cheeks, the apologetic look in her pale blue eyes that caressed her features to sit in one beautiful and genuine expression. The moment your eyes landed on her, you swore that your heart stopped and started in the same second, and then took a run for it with all of the parts of your brain that you needed to make a coherent thought.

You promised yourself in that moment that you would never forget the way the woman in front of you looked. And despite seeing hundreds of more faces throughout your self-tour, you never truly did forget it. If you didn’t know any better, if you were perhaps any younger and less exposed to the cruelty of the world and fate and its way of not giving you what you wanted, you would have been certain that the universe had finally given you the contemporary meet cute that you yearned for.

But then, you saw which aisle she was in. You looked at the books and recognized the authors just to be sure, and then you turned to look at her. “You’re into science fiction?”

Her apologetic look fell completely into a look of pure surprise, and then excitement, almost as if she thought that she found someone else who liked the genre she did. “Well, it’s the best genre that was ever written.”

“Wow, how wrong,” you found yourself saying, and somehow, you knew that the look of offense on her face was all for fun. “It’s definitely gothic literature.” The look she gave you was one that you would never forget.

A week later, you ran into her in the cafeteria, holding a copy of The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde, your beat up one from home that you would put your life on the line for. The cover was torn up a bit and the pages were dog eared, from a time where you hadn’t discovered the way that bookmarks changed lives. It was the copy your cousin got you, and it was your favorite gift to date.

She was holding The Martian Chronicles. You nearly gagged.

At first, you thought she hadn’t seen you, or hadn’t recognized you, which was even worse. You sighed under your breath and said, “at least it’s not Nineteen Eighty Four,” and watched in complete horror as she turned around.

She locked eyes with you immediately, and her own eyes widened when she saw you, and then she grinned when she undoubtedly recognized you and your disdain for science fiction. “No, it’s even better than Nineteen Eighty Four.”

“Anything is better than that,” you said, swallowing down your nerves at speaking to the girl again, kicking yourself for being so nervous despite not even knowing her name.

She gave you that same “offended” look she gave you during your first interaction, and you cracked a small smile. “Um, don’t you voluntarily go into the gothic section?”

The smile dropped. “The most valid section in the library? Sure do.”

She smiled too, a genuine grin as she took a step forward and extended her hand. For a second, you just looked at it, the calmness that came with the discussion of literature suddenly washed away so far back into your mind that you panicked for a moment, not reaching for her hand until you saw it shake in just the slightest, like she was regretting even doing it.

You nearly bumped your elbow on the table trying to stand up and shake her hand. Your hands connected and you grinned so wide it felt like your face had split open. You told her your name and she repeated it to make sure she had heard you loud and clear, and then, she smiled even brighter.

“Nice to meet you, Dracula. I’m Wanda.” And that was where it started.

As your library meetups started to become more intentional than not, you learned that not only was Wanda a student that stayed in the dorms, but the student who was next door to you. You learned that she pretty much kept to herself for the most part besides a few other people at the university, and that she kept a small circle. You learned that her favorite book was Brave New World. You learned that she would rather shy away from classic romance novels, even though you didn’t mind them, and that she hated gothic literature. You loved it. Your favorite book was The Picture of Dorian Gray, for god's sake. So, you hated each other’s favorite genres.

But you both loved symbolism. And you were both English majors. And for some very odd, very coincidental reason, you both met in what was nowhere near the middle- Shakespearean plays.

Now, that was something that you were always made fun of for as a child. No one wanted to hang out with the girl who quoted Shakespeare, especially if it wasn’t even from Romeo and Juliet. Reading normal books just made you look “smart”, but you knew that genuinely enjoying plays would make you look pretentious. So you had always kept it to yourself when you left your hometown. Until Wanda came along.

Wanda came along, and suddenly, you found yourself quoting tragedies and getting the correct response back. Sometimes, she would even start it first. You would do nerdy things like halfway reenact scenes because even you guys weren’t that nerdy… you supposed.

One morning, you and Wanda were in a study group (that was hardly productive because it was just Wanda’s little circle that was actually astoundingly close), and she looked over your shoulder to see your computer, where you were hardly typing an essay about the importance of the establishment of places for higher education. She put her chin against your shoulder, sat there for a minute, and then turned her head to whisper in your ear, “nothing will come of nothing.” It was embarrassing, the way your eyes lit up at hearing her voice, and even more so when Natasha, Wanda’s extremely perceptive friend, picked up on what you were feeling. The red head shot you the widest grin ever known to man.

“C’mere, Frankenstein,” Wanda said one night, already looking over at you while you tried to finish your work for the day.

You held back the smile on your face as you sat on your bed, one leg over it while you typed. “I’m right here.”

“No, here,” she emphasized, and then she was patting the spot on the small couch in your room, the same look in her eyes that always came with when she asked for any kind of physical contact.

That was by far the worst thing about Wanda, and it hardly had anything to do with her. She was touch starved, and touch was your love language. Her asking you to hold her on the couch used to mean nothing to you, because at one point, you just thought she was pretty. But now, holding her hand on top of the table while you both were submerged in your respective worlds felt like a promise ring. Letting her rest her head on your shoulder and in your neck felt like giving your vulnerability over to her, and feeling her hand rub against your back felt like she was taking it and guarding it. But you knew she didn’t feel the same way, not at all.

She was straight.

But it did you no good when she quoted back some of your favorite lines. It didn’t help when she said all of the romantic lines towards you at the drop of a hat, almost like she didn’t even realize what she was saying. She didn’t understand the way your heart died and was revived every time she said something like that, something that was so dear and vulnerable to you. And she certainly never would, because you would never tell her.

Now that you thought about it, allowing yourself to fall for her was the dumbest and most destructive thing you could have ever done. The first bookworm who didn’t make fun of you for your knowledge and love of old plays was the one that took hold of your heart, and now you were paying for being such an idiot. Now you would have to sit through three more years of school with her being your friend, just your friend, while you pined over her. It was going to be hell.

And was it. You had to sit through her saying the most romantic of Shakespearean quotes every day and act like she wasn’t making your heart shake. You had to listen to her speaking the language that you two shared and pretend that you just wanted to be her friend. You were so attached to her and everything that you two had established together, and you couldn’t ruin it by giving her googly eyes. She was way too important for that. Because now, she was way more than a person who you could talk to about old plays. She was the person that you could talk to about anything, without a doubt. Anything but the intense crush that you were harboring for her, and the way that she made your heart sing and your soul ascend whenever you smelled her perfume or saw her smile. Anything but that.

§§

“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” You looked up from your book only to see Wanda looking over at you, lying down on the blanket and just watching you. You swore later on when you were alone that you imagined it, but for a moment you could have sworn that you saw a flash of adoration in her eyes. “Thou art more lovely and more temperate.”

You were choking on the inside. Your face was blank, but your mind was going haywire, and you couldn't think of anhytnign besides holding back the urge to say something that you had no chance of taking back. “You’re in a sonnet mood today, aren’t you?”

“And what mood are you in today, Jekyll?”

“I’m in the mood to finish this book,” you teased, and she rolled her eyes.

“What if I’m in the mood to sit and watch a movie?”

“Then you should do it,” you said, going the way your heart clenched at the thought of her cutting your friendly outing short. “I’ll follow you in an hour or two.”

She gave you a look. “You know I don’t go anywhere without you.”

“You can go watch a movie, Wands.” You sighed out, closing your book and wedging your pointer finger between the pages so that you wouldn't get lost.

“I’ll wait,” she said, and you shook your head at her.

“I don’t want to hold you back from getting in time with your favorite sci fi movies.”

“Can I go forward when my heart is here?”

You were hit with such a wave of longing that you had to shut your eyes for a moment, but it looked like it was simply a long blink. “You’re so cheesy.”

“I want to hear one,” Wanda said, leaning on her elbows as she stared up at you, and your heart pounded. She looked celestial, glowing under the sunlight with growing grass around her and a sweet smile budding on her face. “You never quote any back to me anymore, you know?”

You knew, for sure. It was on purpose that you didn’t quote back. If you were to continue the conversation in romantic quotes, it was going to feel way too real to you. You could handle Wanda and her touches, but you were not going to be able to handle quoting Romeo and Juliet to her. “I’m sorry,” you mumbled softly, and then you heard her make a sound with her tongue, a displeased clicking noise.

You looked up at her and lost your breath again, and your mental footing. There she was, looking up at you with her pretty eyes, giving you a look more intense than she had ever given you before. She was… it was almost like she was waiting for something, like she knew something. She was staring up at you and leaning on her hand in a way that was so oddly domestic in your mind, and you could almost see in your mind the way that she would do that if you woke up in the same bed, like she was waiting for you to wake up and trying to memorize your face. It made you warm on the inside, and just like she always managed to do, your brain turned to mush.

“Conscience doth make cowards of us all,” you blurt, and you saw her brows pull in for a second. You blinked.

“Huh?”

You were panicking on the inside. There were plenty of ways that she could have taken the quote that you had chosen, but you knew exactly what it sounded like. A half assed love confession. “You know, from Hamlet,”

“Of course I know it’s from Hamlet, Jekyll.” She shook her head at you and sat up, crossing her legs without breaking eye contact. “But why that quote? You know so many, and you chose the one about death.”

Unfortunately, it’s death by silence in this context, not by swords. “You said you wanted to hear a line,” you said, shrugging as you opened your book, trying to get rid of the embarrassment that you knew would stick to you for hours and hours.

“What a line,” she said, and then she rolled over to look up at the sky. Minutes later, you heard her sigh. “What a line.”

§§

Romeo + Juliet was a classic for your movie night. At first, Wanda showed it to you after you boycotted it for years, despite your male celebrity crush being one of the main characters in it. You had always avoided watching because of the modernism, but one Wanda made you sit down and watch it, you actually found good things about it. For instance, the party scene.

“It was done wonderfully,” Wanda would always say from beside you after your extremely predictable comment of the scene being a masterpiece.

Like always, there were a few moments of silence as you two watched the movie together, shoulder to shoulder on the small couch in your dorm while your roommate was off getting high. You watched the rest of it in near silence, halfway focused on the movie while the other part of your mind was split in two; feeling blessed that Wanda was even there with you, soclose, and feeling cursed that she was so close but so far. It was the perfect moment to hold her close like you wanted to so badly, but the timing wasn’t right. And that killed you.

“Do you ever think about how they fell in love so fast?” Wanda asked, and you shrugged your shoulders. “I’d say that they were encroaching on soulmate territory.”

“Soulmates, or foolish teenagers?”

“I hardly know of any teenagers who would die for each other, even if they thought they were in love,” Wanda pointed out, and you rolled your eyes at her. “Don’t give me that face. I’m right, and you know it.”

“I’ll always let you believe it, sci fi.”

“But, really, don’t you ever want something like that?”

You turned your face from the screen and looked at her incredulously, like she had gone mad while completing the process of growing three heads. “A suicide pact?”

She groaned and threw her head back. “No. A love like that. Take away the death and violence, and look at what they had.”

“It bloomed too quickly to have much potential later in life,” you countered. “That was infatuation, and that never lasts long.”

“You think that they both died for infatuation?”

“I think that they were young, and it’s hard to tell the difference between love and infatuation at any age, let alone as a teenager. I think they thought they loved each other to the ends of the earth, but I guess they’ll never know.”

“You’re so cynical. Just like a person whose favorite is gothic literature.” You laughed, leaning forward towards her without even noticing what you were doing. “Do you believe in love?”

“Of course I do,” you answered, giving her a look. “I’m just saying, Romeo and Juliet were not in true love. They were confused.”

Then, the playful air that the conversation was flowing on changed so quickly that you nearly got whiplash and your heart started racing. The way Wanda was looking at you sent a chill down your spine, and in that moment, you were worried. “Are you confused?”

You took in a breath. “About what?”

“About anything,” she said slowly, almost like she felt like she was walking on thin ice with skates on. “Books, people, love, food, sexuality,” she ignored the way that you choked, “writing a paper, how to get a strike in bowling. Or how to realize that Romeo and Juliet were definitely in love.”

“You’re so intent on proving that they were to me,” you said, a laugh bubbling over and into your words. “Why are you suddenly so passionate about them now?”

“The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.”

Your heart jumped out of your chest again, and your hands clenched into weak fists as you tried to will yourself into not assuming that she was talking about you. And then, white hot panic struck you at the thought of her being in love with someone else. “Speak low if you speak of love.”

“Why should I?” Wands asked, shifting from her position on the couch to put a hand under her chin and watch you, her kind eyes afire with something that you had yet to see in them yet. “Really, Jekyll. Why?”

You hardly waited a full second before responding as truthfully as you ever would. “I’m afraid.” Before she could get a word in, you shook your head and finally loosened your lips, letting all of your worries and fears slide right through your teeth. “I’m afraid that I’ve fallen in love with someone who can never love me back. I’m scared to admit that I’ve been in love with you for a long time. I’m afraid that you aren’t into girls.” You saw her make a face, almost like she couldn't believe that you were even suggesting the things that you were. “I don’t quote Shakespeare to you anymore because it feels too real to have you say lines like that back to me. I think that I’ve latched onto you without even meaning to, and now I don’t know if I can ever let you go.”

Wanda was silent. She was watching you, as quietly as the sun hovered over the earth while she shone her light. Your heart had never beat so fast before as you watched her watch you with a face so blank that you were sure that she hadn’t retained a damn thing that you pulled from the depths of your heart. Then, the daunting thought that she had heard and understood everything but chose not to act swallowed you whole, and your hands started to shake. You gave a humorless laugh and finally looked away from the woman who had raised your spirits and crushed them all within five minutes. “I’m sorry. I’ve ruined everything, haven’t I?”

“I’m so sorry.” You repeated, shaking your head and closing your eyes for a second as hot tears burned in them. When they opened, a fat tear sappetered onto your hand. I’m such an idiot. You looked to the screen, and then saw Romeo screaming, on the ground, and you could hear the words even though your ears were rushing with blood. I defy you, stars. “You don't have to say anything back, I know you don’t feel the same.” Your eyes pulled away from the screen. “I can leave- wait, um, this is my dorm. I-”

“Doubt thou the stars are fire,” Wanda started slowly, and your brows furrowed as you heard the words fall from her lips. Fuck. You knew what this ended with, and still, you couldn’t wrap your head around it. “Doubt that the sun doth move. Doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.”

Your eyes were wide by the end of it, watery and fixed on her. “W-what?”

“How could you not have known?” Wanda asked softly, and you but your lip to stop from bursting into tears.

“I thought you were straight!” You accused, and to your surprise, she laughed.

“No, sweetheart.” Your heart stuttered. “I’m not.”

Your breathing was still slightly heavy as you tried to get a grip on everything that was happening. “You… you feel the same way?”

“Of course I do, Jekyll.” She said, and you found yourself falling for her expressive eyes all over again as she stared up at you. You reached your hand out experimentally, like she did the second time you ever met, and you waited that torturous moment for her to take your hand in a way that was much different than all the other times you shared a touch. This touch was the moment of truth.

She took your hand, kissed your knuckles, and put your palm on her cheek.

“The very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly to your service.”

“This can’t be anything but a dream,” you murmured, feeling her cheek in your hand and the way they were warm and flushed. The softness was bringing you in and out of your head, and every time you went back to reality, you were thrusted into a little sliver of paradise.

“Well, what a lovely dream it is, then.” Her lips found yours. The movie played on, the clock kept its incessant ticking, and your leg was starting to tingle from sitting on it in the same position for so long. But to you, time absolutely stopped. And as long as a particular science fiction nerd was in front of you, nothing that ticked or clicked or buzzed was ever going to matter.

*******

i said i wasn’t going to post this, but i did it anyway!! hope you guys enjoyed this fic!! it was a lot of fun to write but it also made me mad nervous LMAO let’s hope this wasn’t absolute dogshit

@teenwonder i know you said you wanted a tag on my stuff so here it is, love!! 💕💕

#marvel fanfic #marvel fanfiction #marvel au #my fics #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda x reader #wanda maximoff x female reader #wanda x fem!reader #lgbt marvel #english major!wanda

552 notes · View notes