#this is so sad they're going to say goodbye so soon

[slttygeto]

"SEE YOU ON THE OTHER SIDE" -- GOJO. S

c.w: angst, hurt/no comfort, heavy manga spoilers (jjk 236), grief.

note: check on your gojo stan friends. they're not doing okay.

You've never seen Satoru look so beautiful. You knew the man was attractive, but he was glowing--almost like an angel. He steps closer to you and you reach your hands towards him.

“I’m tired,” Satoru breathes out and deflates, his head rests on your shoulder and your heart sinks when his arms don’t move from either side. He simply nuzzles his nose in your neck and whispers again, this time a bit more broken.

“I’m… so tired.”

“Satoru-“

“Hold me.” He begs and you feel your neck getting wet with hot tears, Gojo’s weak hands trembling as he made a weak attempt to hold your hips. “Please.”

Your arms wrap around his shoulders and you pull him close to you. You’re puzzled by his attitude, but your eyes fill up with tears and you find yourself holding back a sob as a hand caresses his back over and over again. You feel his breath relax under your touch and his hands let go of your hips and he lazily wraps his arms around your middle.

"It felt good, being the strongest." He says in a small voice. "I felt loved."

“You’ll be okay,” you start, voice betraying you and showing the sadness, doubt and fear from seeing him like this. “Right?”

And Satoru chuckles against your skin but soon it turns into a cough, one that has him pulling away from you and holding onto his mouth. You stare at him in shock, the blood covering his mouth putting you in a state of panic.

“Are you- we should go to the hospital! Shoko, let me call Shoko-!” You feel the man grab onto your shoulders and you only pause for a moment to look at him.

“You need to let me go.”

“Huh?” You tilt your head to the side, and a nervous laugh bubbles up in the back of your throat. “Sato- Satoru, what do you mean let you go? You’re here, you’re still…” Your voice trails off as Gojo takes a few steps back from you and you gasp when you are met with a scene straight out of a horror movie as his upper body falls to the ground and a pool of blood forms below your feet.

“Satoru! Satoru—come back!”

You wake up in cold sweat, the gasp that leaves your lips is loud enough to make the guy sitting on the chair next to your bed jolt up and hand you water almost immediately.

“Here, have this—you’ll be okay…I’m here, nasty dream, huh?” Your eyes look up from the hands serving you the cup of water and your stomach caves in when you see the familiar face of the white haired male in your dreams.

“Satoru—I thought you were-“

“Dead?” He chuckles and helps you sit up. “Yeaaah, that’s not me. Is it?” His hand pats your head and ruffle your hair affectionately.

“I would never leave. I made a promise, didn’t I?”

“Yeah,” your eyes fill up with tears. “You’d never break it, right?” but instead of being met with an answer, the man is quiet and your heart sinks at the realization that this wasn’t real. Again.

“Goodbye Satoru,” you whisper to the fading image of the man on the chair and wait for yourself to slowly gain consciousness again. When you do and find Shoko waiting for you on the opposite bed, you silently turn to your side and hold onto your wet pillow.

“He was in my dreams again.” You say very quietly and hear Shoko play with her lighter.

“Yeah, I know.”

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[rosyblooom]

the set up | op81 smau

PAIRING: oscar piastri x fem hamilton!reader SUMMARY: oscar and y/n practically act like a couple, but they swear they're just a couple of besties. so some of the grid devise a plan to force them to call it what it is once and for all A/N: i love sad endings, i can't help it🫣 but here u go <3 (pls don't cry lol)

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[longdaytogo]

the boy in the portrait

@hotchnaur wrote a fic for this!

This is based off a little snippet I wrote which honestly isn't much (since I have absolutely no writing skills) but was more of a "I need to write this down before it disappears forever from my brain" kind of rush.

This takes place in an AU where Draco didn't make it out of the Fiendfyre, but the war is won and done. The Ministry has ordered a cleanup and seizes pureblood residences, namely Malfoy Manor, and Harry volunteers to inspect the property. He doesn't know why he did, but still apparates to the front gate, in a sort of trance since the Room of Requirement incident, not fully understanding why he's feeling so.

As he walks up the spiraled stairs and down the long corridors, it hits him that he's in the Malfoy ancestral home, the very place where Draco grew up. The eerie quiet is interrupted by the sound of a child crying and murmured shushes from a further corridor up the path. When he follows the sound, he's greeted by a long line of portraits, all old and dead, glaring at Harry before sharply turning and disappearing into their paintings.

He continues down the path until he gets to the very last portrait—a young boy crying, fisted hands covering his face. The other portraits tell him to "pipe down that noise" before vanishing, leaving only Harry and the young boy. When Harry approaches the smaller boy in the portrait to ask if he's alright, he stops dead in his tracks. It's Draco. A much younger Draco who looks to be around 6 or 7, much smaller than his first year at Hogwarts with his signature white blond hair and not-so-pointy chin.

Young Draco sniffles, wipes away his tears, and looks up at Harry, confused about who he is. He asks where his mother and father are and how lonely he is here. He explains how he "woke up" one day in this portrait and feels scared. How all the other portraits (namely Great Great Aunt Belvina and Grandfather Cygnus) won't answer his questions and only tell him to be quiet.

Harry stares at the younger Malfoy absentmindedly. He tells Draco he's here to stay for a while and asks if he has any messages for Lucius and Narcissa. "They're out right now but they'll be back shortly," he says, and young Draco's eyes light up. Draco finds a willing listener in Harry and tells him about how sad he is here, how delightfully boring it is, about his new toy dragon from Diagon Alley and about that one time Pansy and Theo fell face first in a puddle of mud as he and Blaise had watched, giggling while saying so.

Harry quietly listens, noticing he still points his nose up tauntingly while teasing and the way his haughty air or confidence seems to permeate the conversation. Harry tries to absorb all that he can, overlapping this young Draco with his Draco—noticing their similarities and difference where one is all childlike innocence and laughter, while the other only a mere husk of a boy towards his final days.

Young Draco tells Harry about his first flying lesson and his new broomstick when he suddenly asks if Harry knows "Harry Potter." Shocked, Harry asks how he knows the name when Draco, going a bit red in the ears, replies back how he's going to be Harry's best friend at Hogwarts ("once my letter arrives in a few years!") he says proudly. He tells Harry how he's made father buy out all the books on "Harry Potter" and how mother reads them to him nightly.

Draco makes Harry promise not to tell anyone, sharing that he only revealed it to so because he had shared so much already. Harry promises and, feeling a bit disheartened, says he needs to go, but he'll come back soon. Young Draco pouts and whines but understands, reminding Harry to pass along the message to Lucius and Narcissa. He waves goodbye, on the promises of "I'll see you later," and disappears into his portrait. Harry watches the boy vanish, then turns to leave down the corridor he came.

Walking down the stone path back to the gate, he recalls a boy with teary eyes surrounded by scorching flames and another boy dreaming of befriending the Boy Who Lived. He leaves Malfoy Manor feeling choked and a little worse than when he arrived.

#harry potter #draco malfoy #i cannot write for shit but i hope this was somewhat legible if at least entertaining #i hope??? #I TRIED #portraits only come to life once the subject is confirmed deceased #so uhhh draco is DEAD dead

[cal-flakes]

what if rafe and reader made a pact when they were younger that if they weren't in a relationship by the time they were a certain age then they would date each other... then it's getting closer to when they're both that age and rafe starts scaring away any guys that approach her so that he can date her instead

╰┈➤ “it’s always been you”

warnings: swearing, light smut. slight obx3 spoiler.

summary: two childhood bestfriends finally confront their feelings for one another.

time flies when you’re having fun, or something like that. it was a sunny day in kildare, inciting her to stay hidden inside all day, away from the scorching heat.

she sat behind the cash register, occasionally sipping at her iced coffee from the cafe next door. it was a quiet day in the florists, nothing to worry about, it was early hours on a monday.

scrolling mindlessly through instagram, suddenly the bell above the door sounded, breaking her concentration.

putting on a professional smile, she looked up from the small desk, expecting a customer. she was pleasantly surprised when she met eyes with her childhood bestfriend.

it had been a while, the last few years he’d spent working his ass off with his late fathers development company, causing him to have little time for his beloved y/n.

“rafe!” she beamed, leaping up to round the cash register. he greeted her with open arms as she engulfed him in a tight squeeze, just about knocking the air out of his lungs.

“woah- you miss me or something?” he joked, returning the warm hug. swatting at his chest playfully, she pulled away to look at him. “i haven’t seen you in forever, you’ve been too busy!”

“i’m never too busy to see you flower” there it was. the nickname that made her heart jump out of chest, the nickname that made her feel so warm and fuzzy inside she could hardly describe it with mere words.

blushing, she sat back down on the little stool, facing him. “well, it seems you must be, rafael” she giggled, mocking him for the name he absolutely hates.

honestly, if it wasn’t coming from her, you could guarantee he’d be beaten whomever to a pulp right about now.

“shh. anyways, i was wondering if you wanted to grab some dinner with me later, after you’ve locked up and everything?” he muttered hopefully, his eyes flitting between her and the flowers scattered around the shop.

she frowned slightly, mentally cursing herself for having already made plans. “shit, i can’t tonight, i’ve already told josh i’d meet him after i close the shop” she sighed, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth anxiously.

a flicker of sadness washed over rafe’s face, to quick for her to catch, but she felt the mood change immediately.

“who’s josh?” he questioned, his lips almost threatening a scowl. “oh, josh is just someone I met the other day, he came in looking for flowers, left with my number. you know, the usual..” she sighed, the memories of numerous failed situationships crossing her mind.

“huh..” he scoffed, the protective setting in his brain switching on in full effect.

he’d always been protective of her, some may say even overbearingly protective, but she didn’t mind. she knew he meant well, but what she didn’t know, was that there had always been another reason for scaring away any boy that came near her.

“oh shush, he’s sweet. nothing like the last few, you don’t have to worry” she laughed, observing the frown that had settled over his face. “and don’t go scaring him off either!” she scolded, pointing a finger at him accusingly.

“i don’t know what you’re talking about y/n..” rafe smirked, chuckling at her. “yeah whatever, i’m serious, i want this to go well rafe”

nodding, he felt a light tug in his chest as she spoke, somewhat disappointed about her new situation. if he didn’t know better, he’d be worried about it, but he wasn’t, y/n just had bad luck when it came to men.

quickly bidding each other goodbye, and making yet another promise to see eachother again soon, he left the shop, leaving y/n in deep thought about her choices.

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it was only a couple weeks later when the ringtone of his phone sounded around his car. his brows raised as he read the name, flower. sighing, he swiped his thumb along the screen, holding the phone up to his ear.

“y/n, are you okay?” he asked, nervous for the answer. “r-rafe, are you busy?” her whimpering voice echoed through the phone while a pang of hurt spread through his chest.

“where are you” he barked, alarm bells ringing in his head as soon as she spoke. “i-im at my apartment..” quickly turning the key in the ignition, he put the car into gear. “i’m on my way, won’t be long m’kay”

satisfied with her agreement, rafe set off in the range rover, luckily not far from her house already.

screeching to a halt, he jumped out of the vehicle, practically running up the stairs of her apartment building before letting himself in.

his eyes widened as he found her in a heap on the living room floor. “flower? what happened?”

“h-he was seeing another girl..” she cried, sniffles erupting from her. “who?”

“josh!” she snapped, craning her head to stare at him in irritation. “oh shit..” he muttered.

squatting down beside her, he wrapped two strong arms around her before hoisting her up from the floor. “what are you doing?” she whispered, flailing for a second before relaxing in his tight grip. “well, if you want to feel better, you certainly can’t do it on the floor y/n..”

lying down on the couch, he placed her between his legs, allowing her to get comfortable, just like they used to when they were younger.

shuffling around, she finally settled, resting her head on his stomach. “so what happened y/n?”

“i had a gut feeling he was being shady, so i followed him after he left my apartment, and he was meeting another girl at the island club..” she whimpered, leaning into his touch and he combed his fingers through her hair.

“i just don’t understand why i can’t find someone who loves me, just me!” she exclaimed as hot tears ran down her cheeks. biting his tongue, rafe listened intently as she ranted to him, allowing her to feel comfortable enough to do so.

he struggled as she went on about being unloveable, not good enough, all sorts of unkind things. his tongue poked into his cheek as he sighed in frustration. to him, none of these things were true at all.

“i know someone who loves you, just you..” he mumbled, looking down at her flushed face in awe. craning her neck, she frowned at him. “what did you say?”

“i didn’t say anything..” her frown only got bigger. “liar! what did you say!” she giggled, turning to rest on her knees. “nothing at all” he smirked, amused by her determination.

“you, rafael cameron are a liar, tell me what you said!” she shrieked, a hearty laugh escaping her lips as she moved to straddle him.

“you must be hearing things flower, i didn’t say a word!” he joked, fidgeting with her fingers as she glared at him. “pink promise me right now, that you didn’t say anything!”

bowing his head, he turned away from her invasive stare. “you really want to know what i said?” he groaned, ready to jump off the deep end. “yes” she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.

“i said, i know someone who loves you, and only you..” he smiled sheepishly, concentrated on gaging her reaction. “oh yeah? who’s that?”

sighing, he swept a palm across his forehead in frustration. “you’ve never been dumb y/n, figure it out…”

after a few minutes, rafe got impatient with her lack of common sense, watching as she gesticulated furiously, lecturing him on make jokes about such a thing when she’s feeling so awful.

“you really are something else huh..” he chuckled, pressing his fingers to the bridge of his nose. “what?” she snapped.

sighing, he reached up quickly, cupping her cheeks before pulling her down to meet his lips.

their lips met one another’s with such passion as well as confusion, but y/n wasn’t stopping. her hands quickly found the back of his neck as she pulled him in closer.

pulling away slightly, he trailed wet kisses along her neck and jaw, eliciting quiet whines from her mouth. “you have no idea…how long i’ve waited for this..” he groaned breathlessly, swiftly moving to discard his clothes. mimicking his actions, she stared at him almost in disbelief. “you and me both” she smiled, lipstick and mascara now smeared along her cheeks.

hastily undoing her bra, he pushed her back down onto the couch gently before lowering himself to the floor infront of her. he pressed soft kisses to her inner thighs, while she mewled beneath his tight grip on her hips.

“gotta get rid of these flower..” he whispered, leaving a tentative kiss on her clothed clit.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x fem!reader #outer banks #rafe cameron #outerbanks rafe #obx #rafecameron #rafe obx #dom!rafe #rafe smut #soft!rafe cameron #rafe x y/n #rafe x reader #rafe imagine #rafe outer banks

[dduane]

I'm sad today because of how I know my favorite character's story must end; a tragedy I didnt recognize I was writing. Do you ever find yourself grieving any of your characters when you realize their story's end?

I don't know for sure that it comes up to the level of grief, for me. It definitely sometimes does get up to deep regret—when I'm either simply sad to be saying goodbye to a given set of characters, or regretting the end of the project that contains them: or both.

The point where the regret locks in particularly hard for me is when I find I've got no choice but to acknowledge that a story's near-completion means soon I won’t get to work/play with these characters any more. That understanding—that your active relationship as creator with the created is ending: the sound of a door in your soul closing, and the key turned, inescapably, in the lock—that can be really painful. Nor do I have any evidence that it gets any easier over time. This is just one of those "You knew the job was dangerous when you took it" kinds of thing.

But experience has taught me that there's no successfully eluding the acknowledgement of the difficulty of the upcoming ending (or its execution on the page): not if you're smart. Story is old—far, far older than any of us; and powerful. And yeah, sure, it's a privilege to be able to serve it; to be in service to it! But it's not necessarily a particularly kind taskmaster. It has its own priorities. And the (admittedly sometimes tempting) urge to try to cheat Story for one's own comfort tends not to end well. Indulging that urge means also doing a disservice to those to whom you're telling the story—which is immoral, since they came to you expecting you to get the job done right. But also, if you try bending the rules for your own sake, Story has its ways of avenging itself on you. It's best to just suffer the inevitable, sometimes-painful consequences of closure, and avoid going down that road.

Yet sometimes Story will unexpectedly reward you, too, when you've kept faith with it and resisted the temptations. I have a piece of work in hand where one of the paired protagonists is going to have to go through a long painful sequence of (literally) legendarily awful things. As a result I've been—maybe understandably—resisting writing those things, while also knowing perfectly well they're inescapable if the story's to be done justice, and if the character going through all this pain's to be correctly perfected. Which I owe to them.

Yet you can only resist for so long. A story's not worth much of anything until it's told. So I went digging through my notes to get re-grounded in the universe in question and start dealing with this situation. At which point absolutely without warning I found myself staring at a single piece of data that had been lying there among my notes since day one, right under my damn nose... and which contained the happy ending I'd been resigned to never finding for this story and these characters: along with the iron-clad rationale for it.

Impossible not to hear the immaterial Boss Of Me murmuring You're welcome... as it wandered off to let me get on with the actual hard work. Screams of Could I not have thought of this earlier?! seemed like ingratitude at that point. So I got on with it. (Admittedly with some grinning that probably left @petermorwood confused for a couple of days.)

Meanwhile, I absolutely hear your grief and pain. All I can say is, "Hang in there with it and see it through." And when it's passed over you, know that things will eventually look and feel better on the other side. :)

#writing #story

[bluehourbucky]

Question...

pairing: bucky x reader

summary: bucky has been acting suspicious so you finally ask him where he's spending his nights/ more like with who

tw: cheating; gaslighting; angst;

a/n: not proof read/ English is not my first language so pls be nice /

suffice to say this was very vagely inspired by taylor swifts song question

MASTERLIST

part 2

"IT'S JUST A QUESTION!" you yelled at your soon to be ex, Bucky.

You were in the middle of an argument with your boyfriend, who you have been suspicious of for a while, and you have finally snapped and asked the question.

"I already told you. I had reports to write." another lie has come through Buckys mouth and it took everything in you not to leave without fighting.

Bucky has been coming home later and later every night for the last couple of months, you tried to trust him, and you did at the beginning, but whatever has been going on it has been going on a while.

"How dare you lie to me! Everyone knows! Our friends look at me like I'm the biggest idot on Earth! Do you understand how embarrassing that is!?" your voice cracking, tears ready to spill.

The party you had attended last night had been the breaking point, worst of all it was your own birthday party.

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It was almost midnight and your birthday was approaching, party had been going on for two hours by now, and you were enjoying yourself.

Greetings and hugs were exchanged, lots of dancing during your favourite songs. Everything was perfect, well almost, Bucky still hasn't arrived and you were starting to think he won't come at all. A message notification gets your attention. Speak of the devil.

bucky: sorry doll be there soon love you

"Hey, you okay?" Natasha had asked you seeing your face fall. You faked a smile and pulled her to the dance floor, not in the mood to talk about it, today was supposed to be a good day.

Bucky arrives 10 minutes later, unfortunately not alone, he arrived with Sharon. Sharon has been a good friend of everyone in the group, and you liked her she was very nice to you, but recently you've had this bad feeling.

Bucky runs up to you, picks you up, and kisses you. It was easy to forget that you're angry and disappointed when he kisses you like that.

The moment is ruined when you hear people laugh. Bucky looks at the time and pulls away. You stand there feeling embarrassed, with everyone's eyes on you, you disassociate. Your hands grow cold even though you're sweating, music making you overwhelmed, but you just can't move.

Only when you feel Buckys hands on you, you're pulled back to reality. He starts leading you to the table where your cake stands, everyone starts clapping and singning happy birthday, the candles on the cake burning, their light reflecting in your teary eyes.

No one notices that they're not tears of joy, because why would they? It's your birthday you can't be sad on your special day.

You blow out the candles, and as soon as the cake is cut, you run outside to take a breath of fresh air in hopes of it calming you down.

You're not outside for long before you hear two familiar voices talking.

"Do you have to go? It's still early." Buckys voice echoes though the empty alley way, where the exit from the place is. He doesn't notice you sitting away in the corner on some empty wooden boxes, despite his senses.

"I gotta go. Tomorrow same time?" Sharon replies and Bucky nods and waves goodbye, she sits down in the uber and drives away....

You sit there trying to process this, trying to convince yourself that it's all in your head, it doesn't mean anything, but you know that's not true and you're done.

The time flies and it's time to go home, and on the way to the apartment you barely say anything, which Bucky takes as you being tired.

But as soon as you step into the apartment you finally ask

"How long have you been fucking Sharon?"

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Bucky still doesn't look at you and tries to brush you off but you weren't having it, so you pull him by the shirt.

"Look at me,when you're talking to me!" you say through gritted teeth before noticing a row hickeys on Buckys neck making you drop the shirt instantly.

You're speechless, your hand covers your mouth trying to hold off the sob that was about to escape.

Bucky also stays unmoving not knowing how to get out of this, he didn't mean to,it wasn't supposed to happen.

The first time it happened it was after one of the work parties, he was drunk, Sharon was drunk and mistakes were made. He planned on telling you but he just couldn't. You're too kind too sweet and didn't deserve to have your heart broken.

It was eating him up, but he couldn't let you find out, so after finishing a report he goes to Sharon's office to tell her that what happened the night before was a mistake and wouldn't happen again, he asked her to keep the secret from everyone. However he had found himself once again in her bed, and it just never stopped.

It's not that Bucky didn't love you, he did or that's what he kept telling himself. He didn't mean for it to go this far but now it's too late.

"I'm sorry." Bucky finally says after deafening silence that's been going on for far too long.

You're still frozen in place not knowing what to do. Bucky is the man you thought you would marry, spend the rest of your life with. You were sure he was the one, all the smiles and laughs he gave you, the late night kisses, the pillow forts, the promises.... Everything crashing down on you all at once.

"How long? Please tell me the truth, you owe me that much." Your voice just above a whisper.

"Four months."

Buckys answer doesn't surprise you, but it does break you. You don't say anything just nod and start to pack your bags. Bucky doesn't do anything to stop you, he just stays out of your way. And you leave without another word.

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/month later/

It took a while for you to get used to living alone, since you've been living with Bucky for the last 3 years. You hadn't had the time to mourn the loss of you relationship as you were too busy adjusting.

There were unfortunately things you had yet to pick up from yours and Buckys place, and today was the day you're finally going back, for the first time since that day.

As much as it hurt you to go back you really needed your stuff. You text Bucky you're close and he replies with an okay. If you had kept your key the night you left you wouldn't have to see him but alas.

"Hey." Bucky openes the door and greets you, but you just walk past him towards the bedroom.

"I hadn't touched anything. I haven't even slept in our bed." you cringe at the words *our bed* but still say nothing.

Bucky hovers around the door watching you pack, which makes you nervous, not an emotion you ever thought would be caused by him.

"Are you still with her?" you shamefully ask while picking up a dress Bucky got you for your first anniversary, deciding it was better not to bring it.

"Yeah." Bucky says quietly opting not to lie, even though you wish he had lied.

"That's nice. I'm sure that's suitable." you reply swallowing hard.

It doesn't take more than half an hour to pack the rest of your stuff, you pick up the suit case and look around, your heart breaking more every passing second.

Bucky asks if you need help, you deny it quickly and head for the door.

As soon as door opens, you walk out without turning around or saying goodbye. He doesn't deserve it and you both know it.

|the end|

part 2

hope you enjoyed <3

comments and reblogs are very much appreciated <3

#bucky x reader #bucky barnes #bucky imagine #james buchanan barnes #sebastian stan characters #bucky fic #bucky masterlist #marvel fic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky angst #bucky fanfic

[starwrighter]

Another prompt just because I can!

(Damian is older than Danny in this because 14 yo Dami would see 14yo Danny as a threat and there would be an attempted murder. Damian sees a younger Danny as his sidekick because obviously that's how this works)

Danny is sent to the DC universe as a sort of vacation. He's not sure how being homeless in a completely different dimension was a vacation but he's good at rolling with the punches. His powers were practically built for being self sufficient.

Unfortunately the bats were a lot smarter than he expected and Danny was soon caught despite having been invisible for 99% of the crimes. His capture had nothing to do with him dropping his invisibility to laugh after phasing a clown bastard into locked dumpster. That could have been any black haired blue eyed boy with powers. Danny is innocent of all crimes...

Danny is innocent of most crimes.

Unsurprising the bats don't believe Danny's valid defense of having stumbled apon the scene while passing through the neighborhood. He can't gaslight his way out of being sent off to be adopted by the Wayne's. He's not as mad as he thought he'd be about this. Bruce was nice enough and his adoptive siblings liked him a lot for some reason??

He got along with the Wayne's pretty well. It was fun living with them. They did watch his power usage like a hawk; in the "don't do crime" or "Mother fucker! I know its you who's phasing my coffee cups into the ceiling!"Way instead of the "we're going to tear you apart molecule by molecule," kind of way. It was much nicer than back home but that's probably why this was considered a vacation, it wasn't realistic for daily life. Danny liked living with the Wayne's even though it's clear they're hiding something. He likes feeling normal so he could ignore a few secrets if it meant he got to live as a normal kid without a secret identity.

His adoptive family of course asked more about his powers Danny didn't say much and they didn't push him to much. He wanted to spill everything sometimes but he knows this realm and his were different and his problems there would only make his siblings upset when they heard.

Danny ends up living with the Wayne's for about a year before he feels himself being pulled back to his universe. Danny thinks he's going to disappear back to his universe and memories of him being here would vanish from his siblings minds. Danny's pretty sad about this but even if they won't remember him he wants to say goodbye. Danny goes to his siblings and pseudo father and gives them one last hug before he's brought back to his universe.

Danny goes back to his life thinking his adoptive family did the same. What he did not know because he never transformed is that the DC universe works different than his. When Danny is brought back to his universe he leaves behind a corpse with his adoptive family who definitely will not be forgetting this anytime soon

The batfam is devastated because their little brother just died in their arms for seemingly no reason.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dp x dc prompt #dpxdc #dcxdp #The bats think Danny's death is somehow their fault #they think it was either a suicide or he wasn't completely human and they didn't take care of him properly. #Whoever Danny hugged last is probably the most traumatized cause they felt him go limp

[thatfuckinjester]

honestly i own this one to @gottagho-st because without this i would have written some trashy hurt/comfort

this is kinda of a continue to what i wrote yesterday. anyways. the first time aurora heard anything about it she heard the girls talking about how phantom is going to be sent back and it pretty much broke her heart.

cumulus was talking to cirrus about how sad it almost feels, about how she will almost miss the new quint.

and aurora was running.

phantom was already in his bunk, his eyes already closed, but just her hand on his shoulder got him to open his eyes, looking at her startled.

"rorry?" he whispered, his voice so soft and no matter how much she blinked them away the tears still fell. he hugged her then, and she hugged him back. so tight, holding onto him like he's the only thing that ever existed.

"they said that you're going to be sent back." she said after she calmed down, both of them now laying face to face in phantom's bunk, she plays with his hair as he kept his hands hugging her, their tails tangled together.

phantom just nodded, his eyes looking vacant and far away, like they're hidden by some kind of a fog.

"i'll miss you," he said, and breathed out a sigh, the rest of the sentence withering away on his tongue (just like they both knew he would do soon too).

"i'll miss you too." she said back, closing her eyes, "promise me that you'll say goodbye before, okay? please phantom."

"i promise" he whispered in to the space between them.

and then, after the tour ended after not seeing or hearing anything from phantom for a week, if not more, she knew deep down that he broke his promise.

no one talked about it, no one even mentioned phantom, except for the older quints that appetantly were looking for him too. she wondered if they knew that phantom's going to be sent back (but then she reminded herself that it's more than most likely that he was already sent back). maybe she should tell them? but there's no one but phantom who she wanted to talk about it to, and he's already gone.

every night and every morning she would knock on phantom's door, asking if he's there, she never got an answer.

not until she heard aether calling to omega, his voice urgent and terrified, that one morning. it was so cold out that even with her hoodie and pj pants she had her blanket around her as she stepped outside, and then she saw phantom again.

something was so incredibly wrong but no one was saying anything, and it wouldn't really matter to anyone, especially not phantom, but he was wearing a fucking tee when it was this fucking cold outside she just wrapped her blanket around him, hoping that maybe it would snap him out of his trance, maybe it'll clear the fog from his eyes. it did absolutely nothing and she could feel the tears falling down her face, drawing invisible maps on her pink skin.

she don't know what the fuck went down, the older quints and papa were the only ones allowed to stay with phantom.

but now she knows that they're angry, they wouldn't talk with anyone, and papa just looked at them all with disappointed eyes.

she doesn't think anyone even noticed her being gone, and if they did she don't care. she quietly opened phantom's door, the way everything was so clean, even phantom's own scent, felt like a punch to the gut.

she slowly shook him with a whisper of his name.

he just looked at her before making place for her, and she held him so fucking tight she herself felt like she can't breathe.

"you promised to say goodbye." aurora accused him. "i'm still here." phantom offered her a barely there smile.

when she started to cry his own tears fell as well.

she hugged him tighter.

#yk the song “the frost” by mitski? #when she says “you're my best friend now i've got no one to tell how i lost my best friend” #or when in the fault in our stars #when she says “the only person i really wanted to talk to about augustus water's death with was augustus waters” #that's aurora when she thought phantom was sent back without saying goodbye #ghost #the band ghost #nameless ghouls #phantom #phantom ghoul #phantom ghost #aurora #aurora ghoulette #aurora ghost #phantom believing that he's being sent back to the pit #my so called “fluff”

[kbagraces]

Curious Time - Lando Norris

Lando Norris x Singer!reader

Multiple part series where their friendship was easy, their feelings were confusing and the distance was the hardest <3

(3rd person perspective)

PART 3 -

BUBBLEGUM

"It's sad because it just hurts. I'd do anything for you."

The week drawing to a close, a sad vibe lingered between the two of them. They cherished the moments they spent together, but with the final day approaching they both struggled to keep spirits high.

With both of their career paths, it was hard to fit into each other lives, but Lando's summer break ending and you preparing for the release for her next single, she knew contact would fall back to a minimum. They were both the most important people in one another's lives, even if they didn't speak for a year that would remain true, but bitter sweet.

The staycations would become day visits, turning to missed calls and sparse texts until their schedules aligned once more. She hated saying goodbye, she hated leaving him. She wished either of the jobs was less demanding but neither would ever give it up despite the toll it took on the two of them.

The final day was here. They agreed on day in bed as her flight was late and she couldn't be tired and miss it. The day was filled with hugs and sweet nothings, days like today is the only time she blurred the friendship line, when sober that is. Nothing too intimate, they'd never take it that far but her fingers would find their way into his curls as he's lying on her lap. Massaging any stress he has away, knowing it'll come flooding back as soon as she leaves.

"I wish you didn't have to go. Everything is easier with you here." He sighs. His head lifting up, sitting beside her so he can look in her eyes.

"You'll be fine in a week and you know it. Back to normal, you'll busy yourself with work and soon enough you'll be racing, you won't have time to give me a second thought." She smiles, she knows the first week is the hardest, but they're both cut from the same loaf, distract yourself with work and it soon enough goes. Until a hard day hits and all she needs is him.

"You're never a second thought and you know it. You're first in my life, always."

She could cry, she would never not in-front of him that's not fair on either of them. But God does she adore him. She couldn't live without him. "You're my favourite. I wish I could stay."

Silence takes over once more, nothing more needs to be said. An hour more of cuddling this way the sun has set the room dimly lit by the street lamps and the glow of the city.

"I need to make sure I've got all my stuff." She sighs shifting his head off her lap. Slithering out of bed, dragging herself to the room, her bags mainly packed but she likes to check then check again. She drags each bag to the front door, another quick glance over the now empty room making sure she hasn't forgotten anything.

Lando's now stood in the doorway once more, "I'll miss having your mess everywhere."

"It wasn't mess! It was so I was able to see what I brought with me!" She fires back, knowing he was only joking.

She falls into his arms, she has to leave now. He can't take her to the airport it's far too busy for the two of them to both arrive there. A mob at an airport is one way to piss the staff off before a flight.

She breathes in her scent once more, he kisses the top of her heard. "Don't go." He mumbled into her hair.

"That's not fair Lan, and you know it.", she looks up at him with sad eyes, their faces inches apart. His eyes dart between hers, he's leaning in.

He kisses her, she doesn't even comprehend before returning the kiss. Just like them laying together they fit. It's right. This feels right. So why is she pulling away, why is she pushing him away.

"We can't Lando, we can't do that. Please don't do that." Oh but I want to do that again, her heart says but her head is stronger.

He looks hurt and confused, "Why? y/n/n I know you feel it. Everyone says it. Come on." He grabs her hands pulling her close, not to kiss her again but to lessen the distance. He doesn't like how far she pulled away, he needs her close. Always.

"I can't do this Lando. Not now. Not when I'm leaving. I know what'll happen you'll promise me stuff and I'll promise you stuff. But we can't maintain it, not with the distance. And I'll lose you, one of us will get hurt and I'll lose you. I can't lose you." Tears appear in the corner of her eyes but she wipes them away before they can exit. Don't cry, dammit, she thinks.

Lando let's go of her hands now, running his own through his hair in frustration and upset. "You won't try? You won't even try? You'll never lose me no matter what. This could be good, so good and you won't try?" He's aware he sounds desperate, apart of him is. Having her here for almost a month has made him more aware of his feelings than even.

"We've never even discussed this Lando! You can't say all this as I'm about to leave!"

"I don't need to say it! I know you feel the same. It's us, I know how you feel. 'He's not you' that's what you said."

"I'd love it work Lan. I'd love nothing more. We can't even keep our friendship going for months, let alone a relationship. Please don't be angry at me. I need to in my life I don't want to risk losing you in case it doesn't work."

Lando knows in his soul it would work. There's nothing in the world he wouldn't do to make it work. He can't force her mind to change however.

"I disagree. But I can't force you. Im always yours. I'll always be yours, y/n/n. It's you." He pulls her in for a hug, her phone ringing in the background. The Uber having just arrived at the worst time.

He clears his throat, weak from holding back tears and frustration, "I'll bring ur bags down, I'll meet you down there, tell him to wait 5."

Y/n runs ahead, speaking to the Uber driver in her limited French as Lando loads up the boot. The driver gets in, sensing the goodbye should be private.

"Lan, I'm yours but it just won't work."

What does that mean? He wants to scream. He knows she wants him. That's why she rejects every man who's not him. She's shown no romantic interest in anyone else since they met, she hides behind the work excuse, because she wants him, she just won't give herself to him.

"I'll wait." He promises.

"You don't have to."

"Then how come I do?"

They hug for a little too long, the driver visibly getting impatient. They don't care. She kisses him, on the cheek this time, like she always does. He makes her promise to call him when she lands, she does but she knows he'll be asleep, and the drifting apart will begin again. It's only a matter of time.

Masterlist

#lando norris #ln4 #lando norris x reader #f1

[honey-on-your-tongue]

The Last Time

A/N: okay, I know I've got requests and all, but this popped into my mind and if I don't write it now it'll fade. Anddd I'll write a part 2 for this as well, so don't be too heartbroken.

Summary: Just as you and widowed Jake Sully had found love and companionship and a home in each other, he's forced to go to the Metkayina clan in order to keep the Omaticaya safe from the Sky People. All too soon, you have to say goodbye.

Warnings: Angst. Smut. Angst. Angst. Angst. I'm so sorry 😭 and I didn't proofread it sooo don't see any mistakes

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Jake doesn't have to say anything. He walks into your shared tent and takes one look at you and he knows.

Your eyes are red from crying, tears streaming down your face. Your arms are wrapped around yourself, and you sob softly.

He'd wanted to be the one to tell you. He wanted you to hear the news from his mouth. But it seems someone else beat him to that.

He sighs softly, approaching you, his emotions torn between aching melancholy and searing rage. He doesn't want to leave, but he has to. Fuck, he has to. It's for your own safety. The humans will never stop until they're through with Jake. And he can't risk you—or anyone else in the clan—to be collateral damage.

“Baby...,” he starts quietly, but he quickly realizes that he has nothing else to say. He doesn't know what to say, what to do. He's breaking from the inside out and, what's worse, he's breaking you too.

You sniffle, a soft sob leaving you. “Please, don't go,” you tell him, voice weak and broken. “Please.”

Jake shakes his head as he reaches you, holding your face in his hands. “I can't stay,” he replies, the pain clear in his strained voice. “I can't stay.”

You sob. “Then take me with you,” you reply, placing your hands on his waist and pulling him closer. “You don't have to leave without me. I'll go with you, and I'll adapt to the Metkayina clan, I promise.”

Jake smiles, but it's a sad, tearful smile. His eyes well up, and his voice grows ragged with ache. “No, baby. You'll stay here. This is your home—”

“You are my home,” you cut in, sniffling.

He shakes his head. “I won't do this to you. You deserve to stay here with your family, with your friends,” he tells you. “You deserve a life I can't offer you.”

You sob, lower lip trembling, and you shake your head. “No,” you say, voice wavering. “No. Jake, please...”

He closes his eyes, the pain slashing through his heart. He places his forehead against yours, his nose nuzzling yours. “I'm sorry, baby.”

You sob, your body quaking, and you hold onto him for dear life. Jake's own heart is tearing itself into pieces, shreds that, like leaves fallen from trees, slowly crumble up and die.

Little by little. It's a painstaking, excruciating death. And he wishes you didn't have to feel this too.

He kisses your forehead, then kisses your nose. “I'm sorry,” he says quietly. “I wish things were different, but...I'm sorry.”

You sniffle, nodding. “I know, I know,” you reply, crying.

He takes one look at your broken expression and he feels as if his chest were caving in. He kisses your lips softly, gently. He's so familiar with the feeling of them against his mouth, his shoulder, his forehead. He tries to commit them to memory, knowing that this is probably the last time he'll kiss you.

You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close. He places his hands on your waist and softly caresses your hips.

His touch is electrifying. Every time he grazes your skin with his fingers, you find your body alight with burning desire. A love that seems to ignite a spark somewhere in your heart, a place reserved just for him.

He holds you tighter, pressing your body to his. He wants to sear the memory into his mind, wants to feel your body against his forever.

His hands move from your waist to your ass, softly caressing you, and then his mouth is devouring yours. He slides his tongue into your mouth and kisses you passionately, slowly, taking his time to taste and memorize you.

He slowly begins to lower you to the ground, and you cry more, sobbing. He keeps kissing you. “I love you..I love you.”

“Don't-don't say it like it's a goodbye,” you hiccup. “Please, don't.”

He gets you on your back on the ground, kissing your neck. “Let's say it's not the last time,” he says softly. “Let's forget about tomorrow and just live in the moment, okay?” He kisses your lips tenderly. “Only thing that matters is tonight. You and me.”

You sniffle, heart cracking into a thousand little pieces that lodge into your lungs, making it painful to breathe. But you nod. You nod because this is all you're going to get with him, this is the last thing you can give each other.

You kiss him, pulling him on top of you. His hands roam over your waist, feeling your skin. Every single curve and edge, every dip and rise. It's all memorized in his fingers, but he just wants to touch it all one more time.

He kisses your jaw, your neck, inhaling your scent thay he's always loved. A mix of rainforest and flower, something earthy and sweet that brings him peace. He softly kisses your shoulder, the same one he'd always kiss when you were out and about. If he ran into you at any given time, he'd kiss your shoulder.

He kisses it now, pretending this is one of the many causal kisses he's delivered to that particular spot. But he knows it's not. So his lips linger there for longer than necessary, feeling your skin, wishing it weren't the last time.

You tangle your fingers in his hair, softly caressing his head. You're still crying, tears of agony and frustration, a sour taste in the back of your mouth that feels awfully like grief.

He kisses your collarbone and then wanders between your breasts. He undoes your top gently and takes it off you, revealing your perfect chest. He's always loved this about you, ever since the first time he saw you naked. How many times has he kissed them? How many times has he nuzzled his face between them? How many times has he fallen asleep on them, listening to your steady heartbeat?

He kisses then each slowly, licking his way to your nipple. He sucks on it softly, his tongue rolling around it as he softly pinches your other nipple with his fingers.

You arch your back slightly, pushing your chest further into his face, and he smiles against you.

He moves to your other breast, paying it the same ardent devotion.

You close your eyes, just feeling his mouth around your nipple, remembering all the times you two have done this and wishing you had more time.

He kisses down the center of your torso, licking your stomach. He rubs his cheek against your tummy, feeling that familiar buzz of delight he always gets when he does it, but now it's pierced by that inevitable ache of loss. He's missing something he hasn't yet lost, but he knows it will happen eventually, and that's what hurts the most.

He makes his way lower, kissing over your womb, and it's here that he finally loses it. Quiet tears start falling from his eyes as he remembers all the moments where he'd place his hand there and promise you to start a family. And he remembers the glow in your eyes as you'd smiled.

He's grieving a family he never had. A void in his soul that he'll never get to heal.

He kisses your thighs, his tears falling onto the soft skin. The many times he's placed his head on them, his hand. The many times he's held onto them while you were on top. The many hickeys he's left on them.

His fingers are nimble as they undo your loincloth, gently pulling it off and leaving you bare.

He takes a moment to just stare at you, all of you on display for him. He takes his time, eyeing every single inch of you.

He tries to hide the pain in his face, but you can see it. His ears folded back, his tail dropping, his somber eyes...

You smile gently, signaling him to join you. He grins slightly, lowering himself between your thighs. He kisses just above your clit before licking up your slit.

You moan softly, hands softly caressing his hair. He smiles against your pussy, sucking on your folds, taking in the taste of your slick, the smell of you.

He's going to miss this, tasting you, eating you out, having you writhing under him...

His huge hands splay across your thighs, kneading the gentle flesh while his tongue delves into your velvet walls.

You whine softly, hips jerking as he presses his nose into your clit. His tongue is precise as it flicks against all your favorite spots. The sensation is familiar to you, one of the many things that Jake likes to treat you with.

You realize he's no longer going to be around, that you won't be able to give him bracelets and necklaces you've made yourself. Won't be able to take night strolls in the forest under the moon. Won't swim in the river. Won't climb trees. Won't race around in your ikran.

You cry silently, torn between pain and pleasure as he continues eating you out. You relish in the sensation of his hair between your fingers, the warmth of his wet mouth on your cunt, his hands on your thighs.

Jake works you up slowly, having the ridiculous sensation that he can't leave if you don't come on his mouth. So he drags it out, tries to make it last longer for you.

But no matter how slow he goes, or how much he wishes he could stop you from it, you come, body shuddering. You gasp, moaning softly, fingers tugging at his hair.

Jake kisses your pussy, your thighs, his face coated in your slick. He places wet, open-mouthed kisses up your stomach.

He then climbs on top of you, caging you beneath his large, warm body, and he kisses your mouth. You hold his face in your hands, kissing him back, sobbing softly as you hold onto him.

“Shh,” he coos, placing one of his hands on your upper back, pressing your body against his. “Shh. It's okay, baby. It's okay.”

You want to yell. You want to cry and kick and scream because it's not okay. It's not okay. You're losing him and it's not okay.

But you don't say that. You kiss him softly, basking in the feeling of his lips on yours. It's home. Peace. A safe haven...

He undresses himself and you run your hands over his torso, tracing every scar, knowing you're going to miss each and every one of them.

All of those spots you've kissed, you've licked. Every inch of his that you've loved and admired. You can't believe he's slipping through your fingers.

He kisses your neck, whispering in your ear, “I love you. I love you...”

He teases your folds with the bulbous head of his cock, tracing over your slit before sliding into you.

You moan softly, wrapping your legs around his waist, nails digging into his back. “I love you,” you reply. “So much.”

He groans softly as he fills you, tears spilling down his face. “I know you do, baby. I know you do...”

You sob softly, wishing you could keep him here forever. In this tent. In your arms. In your life.

You keep crying and Jake licks them away as he starts to softly thrust into you.

You hold him tight, hyper-aware of every single place where his body meets yours. You take in all the sensations. The warmth of his body, the roughness of his hands, the gentle kisses of his lips...

You can't help yourself. You really try to, but you can't pretend you're not going to lose him.

“I don't want you to go,” you say, sobbing. “Jake, please. I don't want you to go.”

Jake sniffles softly, kissing your forehead. “Baby, I know. I don't wanna leave either,” he responds. “But I have to.”

You sob softly, your hips grinding against his, moaning quietly. You try not to cry, try to keep the pain at bay, but it still shines through.

With every kiss, you cry more. With every touch, you break. With every single second that passes, you can feel the entire future you'd planned crumbling away.

Jake fucks you slowly, enjoying the feeling of your body. This is one of his favorite things to do with you. Not only because of the pleasure, but because it allows him to actually be with you. To connect deeply, to say thousands of words without speaking once.

The pain within you is almost unbearable. But the pleasure softly, gently overcomes it. You find yourself trembling slightly, moaning as you feel your orgasm growing within you.

“Jake, Jake...,” you moan, eyes fluttering shut, back arching.

“I know, baby,” he says, feeling your cunt tighten around his cock. “Come for me, yeah? I know you can do it, love.”

You mewl, biting your lower lip as you come, shuddering and squirming. You see little stars dancing behind your eyelids, your heart echoing in your ears. As you slowly come to, you feel the tears on your face, still falling.

Jake keeps going until he comes, his load spilling inside of you, and he grunts softly.

You hug him to you, your body shaking violently as you hold him tight. “Don't,” you whimper. “Don't...”

“I know, love. I know,” he whispers, hugging you back. “I don't want to. I don't want to, but I can't risk them hurting you. I can't...”

They already have, you want to say. They're taking you from me. Death would be a more merciful fate.

“I know,” you say softly. “I love you. I always will.”

He kisses your forehead, trying to keep himself from breaking down in front of you. He wants to stay strong, wants to let you know that everything will be okay.

Jake lies down beside you, spooning you where you lay. He traces his fingers over your hip, feeling your skin, exploring your body and admiring you. He's going to miss you so much. Those eyes of yours, your voice, your laugh...the way you talk. The way you wake up with your hair all messy. The way you pout when you get upset...

He waits until you fall asleep in his arms to cry. He cries silently, sobbing quietly, feeling his heart crumble to mere ashes, leaving a dark, dank, dead space in his chest.

The sun begins to rise on the horizon and Jake wants to push it away. Wants to stop it. He wants to pause time and stay in this moment forever.

He knows he can't. As the Pandora forest begins to wake up, he knows it's time to go.

As gently as he can, he slips away from you, standing quietly. He stares down at you, at your sleeping figure, watching your steady breathing. He wants to lie back down beside you, to stay here, forget about everything else.

But he wants to keep you safe more.

In the years to come, Jake will never know how he was strong enough to walk out of that tent without looking back.

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I swear I made this so sad for no reason. I'm so sorry.

You can find part 2 here

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[yuyu1024]

One and only

Pairings: San x Y/N

Genre/tags: established relationship, mafia

Warning: fluff but still 🔞 smut/angst, unprotected sex, cursing, semi public, pet names, jealousy, clingy, mention of blood and death, blowjob/handjob [lmk if i miss anything]

Words: 4.4k

Disclaimer:

- this story is just made up

- english is not my first language, please be nice 😊

Note: posted this during holidays🎄⭐️ but i deleted my acct bcoz of stupiditttyyyyy? 🙃 anyways... almost done reposting my one shots. I'll try to post my short series soon.

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It's holiday season. Everyone you know are all busy preparing for the coming christmas. Your friends are busy buying gifts for their love ones and they are also excited planning all their trips or dates with their each own special someone. Whilst you on the other hand, you are not planning anything.

"Y/n, what are you going to do this christmas?" One of your friend asks

"I'll be visiting my parents on the 25th." You answer

"That's all?" She asks

"Do you want to come with us? My family are going on a staycation on this fancy hotel... I can ask them if I could bring you." The other friend suggested

"No... it's fine. I'll be at home. I deserve a break too from all the work I've been doing..." you answer

"I get it... you deserve it yes.. but... are you not sad you are not spending Christmas eve with someone...?" The first friend ask

"Even a date?" The other one adds. "You know... if you only accept the guys wanting to take you on a date or atleast get to know you... I'm sure you have a boyfriend now."

You laugh at how worried they are with you spending Christmas eve alone.

"I'm fine. I'm happy."

Being the "single one" in your friendship group is nothing new. It's not that you don't want to meet anyone or get to know someone but it's just that you are not actually single. None of them knows that you have been dating this guy for quite some time now.

You are not hiding him or your relationship because you are embarassed about him. You are just respecting his privacy and for safety reasons as well.

He is the son of the leader of the famous mafia in the country. Everybody knows their family. They fear them. Everyone thinks they are the most dangerous beings to exist. However little did they know, they only look mean as hell. But these men, all have hearts and kindess to help anyone in need. They just don't publicize the good things they do.

"Okay... whatever you say... just call us when you need someone to talk to when you feel alone."

"I'm fine girls... seriously... and enjoy your vacation. Don't mind me. Spend your time with your boyfriends and family... okay?"

"Okay." Both of them say at the same time.

"Great!"

Then after a few more minutes chatting with them your phone alarm buzzes. It's a reminder.

"Oh crap! I need to go now!" You say in a hurry. "I had to go to this shop my mother told me to go... I need to drop her gifts for her friend who's in the city for vacation."

"Okay... sure..." both your friend stands up and hugs you.

"Happy holidays! See you after more than a week." You say

"See you and stay safe! Be careful running in the snow okay? You are clumpsy." The first friend says

"I will."

"Bye!"

You wave goodbye one last time before running out of the coffee shop.

You are really in a hurry. It is true that you have to meet your mother's friend to give them the gift. You were supposed to meet the park near the hotel they're staying at. It's not that far from where you and your friends met so you just decided to walk from there.

Then while you are on the walk, you decides to text your lover to let him know where you will be at.

Y/N: I'll be at the park in front of Crescent Hotel. Meeting my mom's friend to give her present.

After sending the text, you put your phone in your sling bag and didn't checked if he read it or replied. You are in a hurry so it didn't crossed your mind.

"Y/n?" A motherly tone of voice calls your name as you just walk pass through the crowd to step foot in the vicinity of the park.

You turn around and see Mrs. Jung together with her son waving at you. Smiling, you carefuly run towards them and quickly hug Mrs. Jung. "Long time no see!"

"Indeed!" She hugs you back and pats your head. "Oh my gosh! You have grown... such a beautiful lady."

You shyly giggle as you can't accept the compliment very well. For you, you just look alright. Not as beautiful as your mother.

"It's been so long since you last came back..." you say

"Yeah. We didn't get the chance to come back the last two years. But we're here now." She says smiling

"By the way, this is mother's gift. She says sorry she can't give it to you personally. She's at the province now taking care of grandpa and grandma."

"Oh, it's fine. I understand. Tell them I wish them a happy holiday and good health."

"I will."

Then her son, Wooyoung, standing next to her greeys you. "Happy holidays."

"Happy holidays." You smile back.

You two then hug and pat each other's back.

Wooyoung and you are classmates in highschool. You two became friends because of your parents. Before you two would always have sleepovers so you could both play and watch movies together. But since they migrated abroad, you two became a little distant. Still friends but not as close as before.

Plus one factor that might've affected that is before he flew away, he confessed his feelings for you. That he liked you. However, you told him that even you like him too back then being highschool and being in a long distance relationship is not ideal for the both of you. It's sad but it is true. Especially bot of you were so young back then.

"You still as pretty as I remember." He says to you

"Stop!" You hit him on his arm. "You still compliment me like the way you used to in highschool." You say.

"You know I'm just being honest." He says, warmly smiling

"I know." And then you notice that he looks mature that from what you remembered seeing him two years ago when they last visited. "You look different."

"Well it's his married aura now." Mrs. Jung explains

"M-married?" You gasp looking at them two back and forth. "You got married?"

Wooyoung is smiling ear to ear. "Yes." He answers then showing his ring. "I got married to the love of my life just almost a year ago."

"Oh my gosh! Congratulations!" You jump and hug him again. "I'm so happy for you!" You clap as you let him go. "Is she with you guys?"

"Unfortunately no... she can't travel because she's just a few months pregnant and she's in bed rest."

"Married and soon to be father!" You are estatic. "What a blessing!"

"Thank you!" Wooyoung is so proud and happy about her wife and their soon to be child.

The catch up with the Jung's is so light and warm. They all have good things to talk about that excites you. It's been a while since you saw them and you are so happy that everything is great with them. Especially after them losing the father figure in their family. You are glad they are doing well.

****

An two hours later, you are on your way to your apartment building, carrying a few things you bought from the groceries that you need at home when you decided to check on your phone.

SAN: I thought you're meeting your mom's friend. Who is the guy you are hugging?

SAN: You hugged him not once but twice!

SAN: why are you touching his arm.

SAN: why are you laughing so much :(

SAN: who is he?????

SAN: baby

SAN: baby...........

SAN: stop talking him.

SAN: baby!

SAN: :(

SAN: you are leaning on to him?????

SAN: are you cheating on me in public?

SAN: HE HUGGED YOU

SAN: AGAIN

SAN: WHAT. IS. THIS.

SAN: baby!!

SAN: ㅠ_ㅠ

You snort a laugh as you read how he whines in his texts. You could hear him say all these even just from the messages. He's so jealous.

Y/N: where are you?

(No reply)

Y/N: okay...

Y/N: If you don't reply...

Y/N: you're not welcome to come inside my apartment again.

Y/N: bye~~~

You proudly smile after you sent the text. Coz you know San will immediately rush to get to you after reading your text.

However, what you didn't expect is that minutes later when you're about to turn to the corner of your building and about to get to the steps to the entrance, you notice a tall figute standing. It's San.

"You're not going to invite me in your apartment anymore?" He says his brows arching and lookinh down at you.

He's wearing something casual and comfy. A beanie, black fitted shirt and a grey sweat pants.

"What are you doing here?" I ask, "And why are you wearing so little clothes! It's cold!" I rush to him

"You said you will not welcome me in! So I ran!" He is sweating and you can see heat coming out of his body.

"Ran from where?"

He pouts. "There." He points at the black car parked across the street.

"I see... so... you were following me?"

"No." He looks away

"I thought we've agreed about me having one bodyguard... camouflaged as a normal civilian in a distant... why are you following me now?"

"I promise. I was not supposed to follow you..."

"But?"

He looks down and takes the the two shopping bag you are holding. "I miss you... I was at the gym when I received your text that you were going to meet a family friend..."

"And...?"

"And... I thought I could pick you up... give you a ride home after..."

"But...?"

He sighs, giving up. "Fine. I'm sorry. But I do swear... I went out because I really do miss you."

"Then if you do miss me....why just let me know... visit me... we can hang out."

"Sorry."

You chuckle as you see him lower his head even more. He's so cute when he's like this. A total 180degrees opposite of his charisma when he's in his mafia mode.

"So... you want to come in and stay?" You ask tilting your head to the side, searching for his face. "But if you have plans or things to do with work... it's fine. Beside, I'll be leaving tomorrow to visits my--"

"You're leaving?"

"Yes. I did told you about my grandpa being sick right?"

"Oh. Right."

**

Both of you then start to walk in the building. You want him to get inside quick and get warm since he forgot to bring a jacket with him.

People who you walk pass as from the lobby to the elevator are all looking sus as they see San. They must be thinking how crazy he is walking around with such little clothes during winter season.

But knowing San, even though people give him looks and judgements he does not give a fuck.

"Would you like a hot milk? Maybe hot coco or..." you ask as you both reach your apartment door enterimgg your pin. "a warm jacket to bring when you leave? You still have a few clothes here with me... the ones you left..."

Then as soon as you enter and the door beeps signaling its locked and closed, San drops the two shopping bag on the floor and cages you in between his arms.

"I've missed you." He mumbles into your ears.

You close your eyes, lean your head on his shoulder and allow him to embrace you tightly. "Me too."

"I'm sorry I've been away this past few weeks..."

"It's okay."

"I wish I could've helped you decorate your place."

"You're so sweet." You whirl around to face your lover. "I know you are really not into Christmas really... it's fine. I don't want to force you to do it every year with me."

"No..." he pulls you in closer and places his hand at the back of your head. "It's important to you... so I have to... you know you are my everything. And I will do anything to make you happy."

"Aww..." you lay your head on his chest. "You're the sweetest tough guy that I know."

He tenses a little. "I should be the only sweet and tough guy you know!"

You laugh at his reaction. Your lover is a jealous type and he does not know or even tries to hide it. You sometimes like to tease him about it.

"Hmm... I don't think so..." you let go of him and take the two shopping bags from the floor and go straight to the kitchen. "I know a few..." you add before you start unpacking the groceries

"Baby..." he follows you to the kitchen.

"I have classmate and still friends with are tough guys. They are sweet and kind too."

"Who? What do they do? Are you talking to them? I need to know details about them!" He is sulking

While you on the other hand, just enjoying his reaction. "Also... Wooyoung..."

"Who??!?"

"Wooyoung..." you repeat. "He's the first guy whoever protected me... from the bad guys..."

He goes silent.

"He protected me to the bullies in highschool. He's a cool guy. And....sweet."

He is though. Wooyoung is such a good person and reliable.

"Is that the guy from earlier?"

You nod as you finish the rest of the unpacking. "We finally saw each other after two years..."

"You knew him before me?" He sounds a bit hurt

"Yes. I know him since highschool." You answer before you walk out of the kitchen and finally removing your coat and scarf revealing your knitted top. "He migrated abroad with his family..."

"Is he your ex?" His face suddenly changes. He's not sulky anymore. He's more on the really jealous San now.

You appoach your lover, who's standing in the middle of the room, take his hand and kiss his knuckles.

"No..." you suddenly reasurre him. "Don't get jealous okay? He's a friend."

"But you hugged him... three times." He pouts

"Because I was so happy to see him plus he told me good news." You put your hands around his waist and give him a quick smooch on his lips. "He got married and expecting his first baby..."

"Oh." San's lips slowly curves into a smile.

"So... now you're smiling."

"Well..." his cheekbones show his happiness

"Why are you getting jealous all the time huh? You know you're my only lover..."

"They are a lot of hunters in this world baby. And you are one heck of a prey." He lowers his head, leaving delicate kisses on your jaw. "If only I could tell the whole world you are my queen...my everything... then boys will not try to hit on you."

"It's okay... and I don't care about those boys... I have you. My Sannie. You are all I need and want in my life."

"Aww baby..." his hands goes lower, cupping your ass with both hands. "I love you..."

"I love you too."

He hums and then nuzzles his face with yours. "Maybe I should stay for the night..." he smiles, "What do you think?"

"I think you should..." you whisper before crashing your lips to his.

The sweet smooch gets deeper the moment he opened his mouth and allowed you to explore your tongue in there.

The sound of your kisses echoes all throughout the apartment. Kisses that are longing and hungry. Kisses that are in duet with his whiny moans.

"Fuck." He smiles and looks at you with endearing eyes. "Baby, you're driving me insane!"

"Do I?" You kiss him again. Teasing him by sucking his lower lip before letting him go.

"Maybe let's have dessert first before we have dinner." He pulls you up and you automatically wrapped your legs around his hips. "I'll cook later... don't worry."

"I love desserts." You say

"Perfect."

He carries you from the living room to your bedroom. He slowly puts you down in bed, sitting, before he goes down to his knees so you're eye to eye.

"May I undress you?"

"Please..." you kiss him on his cheek. "My Sannie."

A grin forms on his lips. He starts from pulling your knitted sweater off, revealing your black bra filled with your plump breasts. Then his hands goes from your behind to unzip your skirt. You helped him by getting up a little so he can pull it down in a go.

"Hmm." He bow down his head and lay his cheek on your thighs.

"You're so warm..." you murmur. You placed your hand on his bare face.

"I'm warm because of you." He raise his head to look at you. "I am alive because of you."

"San..." you call his name and kiss his forehead.

The way San say you are his everything and his life can sound exaggerated to others. However for him, he meant it. And people will understand why he says it like that if they know the full story how he and you met.

***

You two met more than two years ago. You were on your way home from your work at night. You decided to drop by a pharmacy to buy your first aid kit supplies because you've ran out. You are clumpsy and usually hurt yourself when cooking so you always need it refilled from time to time.

And then while you were on your walk, under the pouring rain, you heard noises from a dark alley just a few blocks away from the pharmacy. At first you wanted to just ignore it but then the moment you saw the guys guys wearing baggy clothes and masks, you made sure you made a sound that will startle them thinking someone is coming. It was effective coz they fled.  You saw them ran and you panicked but luckily they didn't hear or saw you. As you were hiding from across the street.

You waited a few minutes before completely running across to check who got hurt.

When you got there, San was on the floor. He was beaten up, sitting and his back leaning on the wall. His eyes were closed and not answering you when you asled him if he's fine so what you did was dial the hotline, for help.

However, after a few rings San abruptly grabs your phone and ends the call.

"What are you doing?" You asked, panicking. "We need to call the ambulance... or the police..."

"No." San insisted. "I can't go to a hospital."

"Why not? You're bleeding!"

Blood was running down the concrete and straight to the drainage.

"It's not deep." He mumbled

"What the heck? You are bleeding! You might die!"

He smiled at you even his face was bruised and his one eye barely opening. "If you keep talking loud... they'll come back. And then we'll both die."

You covered your mouth and looked around.

"Just help me get up and go to my car."

"Are you sure?" You say quietly

"Yes. I can't go to the hospital nor the police right now." He grunted as he tries to get up slowly. You helped him immediately. "I have my first aid kit in my car."

"I have to... in my bag." You said as you try to carry his weight, his arm around you.

"Good girl." He said.

You helped him with his cut. You are not the bravest person in the world but back then you managed to clean his cut,  staple it, covered it with bandage and even helped him get into his new set of clothes.

Yeah, the day you first met San you already saw him naked. You were stunmed when he asked you to undress him completely especially when you saw his length up close and personal. But you forced yourself to be focus that time. And hurray to that you managed to undress and dress him.

"I'm sorry... this is our first time meeting..." he said, grunting in pain.

"It's fine. Glad I could help." You said as you finally relax beside him at the backseat.

"You're wet."

"Excuse me?" Your eyes widened, making laugh

"I meant... your clothes."

"Oh." You blushed so bad. Embarassed.

"I have one extra shirt. It's big enough to be your dress... if you want to..."

You didn't answered him.

"I'll look away. Promise."

"Okay. I don't want to get sick."

You picked the extra black shirt from his luggage. You started to undress the second he looked away. The car is heavily tinted and the parking lot is closed so no one is around except you two and his car. So you felt a bit at ease undressing even you should not.

Long story short. After that night, San became obsessed with you.

He thanked you hundred of times and made sure to get to know you. He thought he was doing all of it because he's just thankful. That's it. But then even just a stranger, when you almost got into trouble because of his life, he learn how important you are to him.

Since then San kept you safe. You have guards 24/7 and always around you. And because of that almost incident, you can't publicy reveal your relationship.

***

"Your scent...I love how you smell..." he murmurs. "It's the same scent I smelled when we first met." He kisses your skin in between your thighs.

Slowly he peels the thights off you revealing your cold skin.

"You're wet." He smiles again. Then kisses your stomach sending chills all over your body.

"Because of you..." you say as you lay your back on the bed.

He climbs on top of you slowly as he kisses every inch of skin. "My one and only..." he hums

"Your one and only..." you say before closing your eyes and absorbing all the sparky kisses he's giving you.

He pauses when he reached your shoulder so he can slip off his shirt, exposing his buff yet lean body.

"Look at me." He says

You open your eyes, seeing his pecks, firm arms and tight abs. "You're so beautiful..." you mumble

He leans back down so he could kiss you again. He sucks your tongue before he insert his to your mouth. Exploring every bits of you.

"Oh San..." you moan his name as you switch places with him.

You are now on top. Lips still attached to his whilst you unhook your bra and throw it on the floor.

You take his hand and make sure he gets a handful of you. "Damn..." he snarls looking down and admiring your bouncy breast.

"I love it when you touch me." You breathe as you watch him enjoy squishing your boobs while you move your hips, making sure your clothed wet core is rubbing over his still covered dick.

"You sound naughty..." he smirks, reaching for another kiss.

"Only for you." You kiss back.

Everything is going smoothly and steamy between you two. You continue to make out and enjoy every bits of moment you can have. Not until San's phone rings.

"Oh for fuck's sake." He throws his head back, frustrated.

"Answer it. It might be important..." you say as you stop kissing and licking his peck.

"I'll make it quick." He says before he picks up the call. "Yes?" His voice changes in seconds. Firm and husky.

You don't mind him working like being on meetings or doing phone calls when you are together. You understand his job. All that matters to you is, he's with you.

***

The call have now passed 15minutes. You are starting to get bored. You know the call is important. It sounds important. However, you are as horny as fuck. You two have been making out and teasing each others kinks since earlier so your naughty hat is on.

You smile to yourself as an idea hits you. "I love you..." you whisper, which he can only hear.

His glances down at you quickly, smiling, before he continued listening to the person across the line.

The smile is not enough for you as a reaction. You get up on your knees and kneel between his legs. He is watching you. You already got his attention just by showing him again your figure.

"I love you..." you whisper again. But this time it sounded more alluring.

You bend down to reach the waistband of his sweatpants and pull it down, just enough to let his length free. He is hard as a rock.

"Baby..." he whispers his phone is away from his face.

"I'm entertaining myself as I wait." You answer.

"Ah, yes I'm still here. Sorry." He says to the person he's talking too.

Lowering your head, you open your mouth and let your tongue touch the tip of his length. You could feel his body tenses as you do it more.

"Ahm... yeah. I get it." His voice breaks for a bit there. He cleared his throat and then grabs your one wrist with his free hand. "Maybe... we should wait." He says

He is referring to you but I guess his answer matches the topic they are talking about. But as you being a tiny bit naughty tonight, you shake your head and continued to tease him.

Giving him little kisses and licks at the beginning before fully sucking him hard and whole.

You watch him as pleasure him. He's working so hard not the break and moan your name like the usual.

You know he likes what you are doing. He is leaking and his length is twitching at every swirl of your tongue around it.

"Can we talk about this some other day?" He snaps. "I just need to fuck my girlfriend now or I'll explode." He was silent for three seconds and then, "good." Then he ends the call and throws his phone on the floor.

"Who is that?" You got worried by him saying he'll fuck you instead of continueing the business call.

"It's Seonghwa. And don't worry about him." He grabs you by your hair pulls you a bit closer. "Focus on sucking my dick... and make me cum."

A grin spreads across your lips. "What will be my reward... if I make you..." you then teasingly lick from bottom to tip. "Cum?"

He grabs you by your jaw and kisses the corner of your lips. "I'll fuck you 'till sunrise and make sure you can't walk... meaning you will need my help for you to visit your parents..."

You giggle, excited and challenged. "Okay... challenge accepted."

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[not-magdi]

"Home for the Holidays"

Summary: Going home for the holidays with your boyfriend 

Word Count: 1.9k

Reading time: 7 min 40sec

Genre: Fluff

A/N 

A Pedri image for some change again, I wasn't sure at first with who I was going to write it but he gave me better vibes for this. 

Hope you enjoy it!

Love you guys Magdi <3

(His smile aagghh, it's so cute!!)

You were currently packing your bags as you were flying home for Christmas. The whole day, you were in a good mood, blasting Christmas songs through your speakers and dancing around your house to them.

Since you moved to Barcelona for your new job six months ago, you haven't been able to travel home for once. Work and other things were always getting in the way.

But now you finally have time to go home and spend the holidays with your family. You were beyond excited you hadn't seen your parents in a long time, the last time they visited you was in summer when they came to visit you and meet your new boyfriend, Pedro Gonzáles.

The same boyfriend who is currently sitting on the floor beside you, laughing at all the stupid Christmas sweaters you own.

"Amor, why do you have so many of them !?"

"Because they're awsome. Look! This one has little kittens with hats on them!"

You threw a reindeer one at him as he still laughed at you. The two of you continued to joke around until you heard your phone ringing.

"It's my mum, give me a sec."

As you picked up, your smile faltered when you heard the sad voice of your mum as she greeted you. Walking out of the room, you tried to find a quiet corner so you could speak to her.

"Hey Mum, is everything alright?" You asked her concerned.

"Well, not quite. We just got a national wetter warning for the whole country. There's a big snowstorm coming. All airports cancelled their flights to here."

Your phone nearly fell out of your hand as you heard the news. "No please, no." Tears started to gather in your eyes as you let the information sink in.

"I'm so sorry, honey, but we can visit you soon, after this storm is over. I promise."

Snapping out of your thoughts, you quickly say goodbye to your mum and hand up again. When you put your phone back into your pocket, the first tear ran down your face. Not being able to go home meant you would be spending Christmas alone for the first time.

Your long absence made Pedri curious about where you ended up, so he stood up and began to search for you.

"Y/N where are you?"

You quickly dried your tears as you heard him rounding the corner to the living room.

"Y-yeah I'm fine. ¡No te preocupes!" (Don't worry)

You tried to make your voice sound more steady than it actually was. But as soon as you locked eyes with Pedri, the dams broke. With tears streaming down your face, you tried to explain to him what happened, though nothing but sobs left your lips.

"I-I (sob), I can't-"

"Hey, it's ok. Estoy auqí, estoy aquí." (I'm here, I'm here.)

Pedri rushed over to you and immediately took you into his embrace. Gripping his hoodie, you buried your face into his neck and continued to cry.

Not knowing what happened, Pedri let his fingers run through your hair in an attempt to calm you down a bit.

"Tell your Pepi what happened Amor. Maybe I can help you fix it." He softly stroked your cheek while tightening his other arm around you.

Shaking your head, you answer with a shaking voice. "I don't think you can help me with this. The only thing that could help me would be a magical change in the weather."

"¿Qué quieres decir cariño? (What do you mean honey?)

"Th-There is a massive storm at home. (Sniff) I-I can't go home, Pedri."

You looked up at him as you told him the reason for your misery, your voice barely a whisper. Pedri felt his heart squeeze as he saw your red eyes and puffy, wet cheeks.

While holding you in his arms, trying to reassure you, an idea sparked into his mind.

"Baby, do you wanna spend Christmas with my family?"

You smiled slightly at his suggestion. Pedri would do anything to make you happy. But you weren't sure about his idea. You see, Pedri and you have only been together for five months. Yes, you've already met his family, but you didn't want to intrude on such an intimate holiday.

"Pepi, I'm not sure. You've not seen your family for so long I don't want to intrude."

Looking at you in disbelief, Pedri takes your face into his hands. "Bebé, my parents love you! You would be the last person to intrude. Please do it for me. I couldn't enjoy myself knowing you would be here, alone."

Your heart melted at his statement, so you agreed to go to the Canary Islands with him and his brother.

It was the 23rd of December, and after paying way too much for a last-minute plane ticket, you and Pedri met Fer at the airport and are now waiting for your gate to open.

"I'm happy you're here. Pedro is way more fun when you're with him."

You blushed at Fer's words. He is always so friendly towards you. Ever since the day Pedri introduced you two. Fer made you feel welcome, and you really appreciated that. As you wanted to say something to him, your gate opened, and Pedri ushered you to board the plane.

Your flight was pretty chill. A few people asked Pedri if they could take a photo with him, which he happily agreed to do. You always admired how kind he acted around his fans.

After you landed, you three got a taxi and drove to Pedri's and Fer's childhood home.

Fernando and Rosy were already waiting by the door to greet all of you. As soon as the two brothers were out of the car, they were already in the warm embrace of their parents.

You stood beside them for a while, not wanting to interrupt their long-awaited family reunion. But as soon as Rosy saw you, she let go of her sons to give you a big welcoming hug.

"Y/n! It's so great that you're here!"

"Thank you for letting me stay here. I really appreciated it!"

Fernando also came over to give you a quick hug. "Oh please, we are more than happy to have you here."

After unpacking and resting for some time, Pedri decided to show you around in his hometown. You visited his school, first-ever football club, and the beach where he and his friends would always go after training.

You were amazed to see all the places that made your Pedro who he is now.

After spending the whole day exploring the island, you two came home to a home-cooked meal. You ate dinner and had a wonderful time with his family. You were unbelievably grateful to be a part of all this.

The next day, you woke up on top of Pedri. His warm hands were stroking your back, which ultimately woke you up.

"Bon dia bebé." Kissing the side of your face, Pedri greeted you with his slightly groggy morning voice.

"Mhm, morning Amor."

You cuddled deeper into his warm embrace again and nearly fell asleep until Fer banged his fist against the door.

"Morning lovebirds! Get up!"

Groaning, Pedri moves you from him and slowly sits up. "I swear to god I love him, but sometimes he needs to be smacked on the back of his head."

You both start to giggle and decide to get up and begin the day. You put on some old training shorts and a shirt that you took from Pedri. You head downstairs to the kitchen, where Fernando is already preparing dinner for the evening.

"Good morning, you two! Breakfast is at the table, take what you want."

Thanking him, you head to the dining table. Fer and Rosy were already eating. You sat next to Pedri's mum, who greeted you with a warm smile.

While eating breakfast, you decide what you should do for the day. You choose helping Fer with the shopping while Pedri stays at home and helps his parents prepare for the evening.

It turned out that buying snacks and drinks for fourteen people takes longer than you thought. You and Fer came home barely before the first members of his family started to arrive.

The house looks beautifully decorated. It looks like it came straight out of a postcard. Pedri's family was unbelievably welcoming to you. You had a great time and enjoyed yourself truly.

When it was time for the presents, you quickly ran up the stairs to grab presents for Pedri and his parents. As soon as it was clear that you would join Pedri for the holidays, you immediately searched for presents for his parents.

You got his mum a beautiful necklace and his dad a bottle of wine. You hope they will like them. Pedri wasn't much help while buying them, so you just guessed.

When you arrived at the living room, wrapping paper flew around, and you could see Pedri playing with one of his cousins. Sitting next to him, you gave Pedri's parents their presents.

They absolutely loved them. Rosy hugged you tight after you put the necklace on her.

"My dear, thank you so much. I love it!"

"I'm glad you like it. But give me a second I have to hand Pedri his gift to."

You approached him with a small red envelope you picked up from under the Christmas tree.

"Merry Christmas, Pepi."

Smiling at you, he took the envelope and pulled you onto his lap. You squealed and blushed, not used to showing so much affection in front of his family.

"What are you doing!?" You whisper-shouted into his ear.

"I missed you, my family has had way to much time with you."

You smirked at his slight jealousy. Pedri was never the biggest fan of sharing your attention.

"Come on, open your present now."

He ripped the envelope open and gasped.

"You got me tickets for Quevedo!?"

"Yeah, I saw that he is in Barcelona next summer, so I quickly bought them."

You felt Pedris arms tighten around you as he nuzzled his face into your neck. "I love you so much, thank you!!"

"I love you too ba-woah!" You gasped as Pedri literally threw you off his lap and sat you down on the couch.

"Wait here for a second. I need to get your gift."

As he rushed upstairs, you looked on in confusion. After a few minutes, he returned with a small white box in his hand.

Sitting down before you, he gave you the little box.

You quickly unwrapped it and gasped loudly, "No, you didn't!"

The box contained a Pandora bracelet, the kind of bracelet that allows you to add multiple charms. You talked to Pedri that you loved the idea of them. But that you thought they were too expensive.

You lunged yourself at him, wrapping your arms tightly around his neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!!"

"You're welcome Amor. I'm happy you like it."

He helped you put the bracelet on, and as you looked closer, you saw a little Barcelona charm hanging from it. You gave Pedri a sweet kiss and continued to watch the rest of the family unwrapping their presents.

You spend the rest of the evening chatting and laughing with his family. You had a great time and felt truly like a part of the family. Something Pedri was already planning on making you after today.

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[radiant-reid]

Hey Care, could you wirte a blurb about Spencer telling the team that if his bau girlfriend has to leave for witness protection he's going with her 'cause she's his priority and his family.

this is painful and i did it like she already left and he's joining her to make it hurt more

Spencer watches from the boardroom as everyone comes in for the morning, prepared for what they think will be an ordinary day. A case briefing, some unusual of course, but more normal than what he's about to tell them.

He knows he needs to tell them, but they look happy, and that's so rare in their line of work. He's about to take that away.

Hotch guides them in, and the concerned looks start when Spencer stays standing in front of the screen instead of taking his seat. "What's going on, Reid?" Morgan asks.

"She's okay." He starts with some assurance for the obvious worries FBI agents are going to have about someone not being there. "But Y/n has to go into witness protection."

Penelope's face drops first, everyone else's expressions quickly following. "She's what?" She asks.

"We've been sent threatening letters." He informs them.

"That's why she's been so quiet." JJ realizes.

Spencer nods. "She didn't want to worry anyone, but she has a stalker, and she's not safe here anymore."

"There's something else." Morgan deduces through his sadness.

He sighs. "I'm going with her."

He wasn't sure they could look any sadder, but they did at hearing that. Both of you are integral parts of the team, but Spencer's been with them for eight years, and now he's leaving. Worse, they're not going to get any contact with either of you.

"We can protect her here," Penelope claims, despite being the least likely of all of them to hurt someone. You had the same reaction when you were told you needed to leave immediately.

Hotch shakes his head. "We can't." He admits. If he, the man whose ex-wife died while in witness protection, is saying you and Spencer have to go, you have to go.

"We'll find who did this then," Morgan assures them, angry someone is messing with you two.

"Thank you," Spencer says. "And she's sorry she couldn't say goodbye."

Apparently, judging by their upset faces again, they hadn't considered why you were not there. "We don't get to see her?" Penelope repeats.

"I can take her a letter if you want to write something." Spencer offers, trying to stop her from crying.

There aren't many more questions to be asked. Spencer hands out case files to them, containing all the threatening letters you've been sent as well as your own letter for each of them.

To bring to you in the Connecticut countryside, when he gets there, he's given letters from each of them, and although she promised she had too much to say, all Penelope's says is 'I love you, stay safe, and I'll see you soon' with a unicorn drawing.

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[spicywhenspeaking]

Lost & Found : Noah x Reader OneShot

you're surprising your husband Noah while he's on tour! It's literally just porn 😀 because I wanted to practice writing so MINORS DNI

warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), oral (f/m receiving), throat fucking 🙈, umm creampie? How much are supposed to put in here, whiny Noah, men begging, two hot people in love.

this is a work of fiction!!!!

I also used promt 76&97 from here! And if you like it feel free to request more! 🫶🏻

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Trying to keep this a surprise has been virtually impossible, keeping Noah in the dark for weeks about my plan to come and surprise him while Bad Omens was touring in Europe took every trick in the book.

“Oh I have no idea why my location isn't working right now babe, you know I'm so technology-challenged.” I lie. “I’m so lost with this stuff when you're gone, I'll try to fix it soon” I reassure him as I'm racing around our house packing my bag because my flight leaves in 3 hours and of course, I'm running late. “I’m lost without you too baby, I miss you so much, when are you coming out to join us?” He asks and I can hear the sadness in his voice. “Soon my love, I promise” We say our goodbyes and I pack the last of my stuff racing out the door to catch my Uber to the airport.

I’ve been coordinating with the Nicks and Jolly while planning so they have a spare key waiting for me at the hotel they're staying at so I can sneak into Noah’s room before they get back from their show.

For some reason I’m nervous, I have no idea why. Why am I nervous to surprise my husband on tour? It’s like that gitty first-date nervousness. I’m just so excited to see him again, smell him, feel his arms around me and I really, really, really miss having sex. I had to stay back for the first 4 weeks of their European tour because my sister needed help with her kids and I needed to be there for her. Now that she’s doing better I can go join him and I’m so excited. He thinks I’m staying back for an extra two weeks to help my sister but that was another lie. The flight goes by faster than I expected and soon I’m in another Uber heading to the hotel.

I approached the front desk and tell them I was picking up a key that should have been left for Mrs.Davis.

“Ah, yes, Mrs. Davis right here” The receptionist hands me the key card and directs me to the elevator.

“Thank you!” I say, waving and turning towards the elevators.

I get to the room and head inside, Noah is relatively clean so there’s just an opened suitcase on the desk, but the room was cleaned earlier so the bed is made.

I set my suitcase down and take out the things I need to shower. I want to scrub the scent of travel off of me before Noah gets me back. If my timing is right I should have another hour or so before they get back. I jump into the shower and wash off with the body wash I know Noah likes, jasmine and white tea, fresh and sweet. Finishing up I wrap myself in a towel and dry off my hair. I slather on some lotion and slide into my red lace lingerie set that drives him crazy. The garters hug my thighs deliciously, the color popping against my alabaster skin that's slowly becoming covered in more tattoos.

Now I’m just playing the waiting game, I get a text from Folio that they were twenty minutes away from the hotel. My heart is beating so fast, I am so excited to see Noah, I'm laying on the couch waiting, starting to feel a little awkward when I hear the door ping from the key card swiping to unlock. I sit up and move to spread myself across the bed, my head resting in one hand with the other propped on my hip. The door opens and closes and I hear him whistle to himself as he walks down the short hallway towards the bed. He comes into view, eyes almost bulging out of his head when he sees me, and then he tosses his stuff on the ground and throws himself on the bed wrapping his arms tightly around me. “Oh my god, you're here” he mumbles into my hair “You're here, you're real and you're here” he pulls back to hold my head in between his hands. He leans down, and kisses me, moving his lips hungrily against mine seeking entrance into my mouth quickly moving from a gentle kiss hello to a passionate tangle of tongues. “I can't believe you're here” he pants in between kisses “I missed you so much” his hands are moving all over my body “God, you're so soft” he pulls away and looks down to admire my lace-clad body “fuck, you're killing me here” he whispers in a hoarse voice as his hips press into my side and I feel the hard outline of his cock. I reach my hand down to press against his solid erection and feel the wet spot growing on the outside of his thin sweatpants.

“Do I really turn you on that much?” I ask him seductively. “You don’t even fucking know” he responds and dives towards my chest, nipping and sucking at my skin, a moan escapes my mouth when his hand kneads my breast and tweaks my hardening nipple “Ah, Noah, I missed you too” I gasp out. “Mmm, yes, say my name again,” he pants, “please Baby, I need to hear your voice” his voice comes out in a whine. “Mmmm, Noah, Noah, Noah, I missed you so much, my Noah” I graze my hands across his cheek and stare into his beautiful brown eyes, and brush my lips against his. “I missed you so much,” I say to him warmly “I need you so badly” I take his hand and place it against my warming core. “Please Noah, I need you to touch me.”

His hand cups my sex and a wicked smile spreads across his face, wiggling his fingers her purrs “Wow baby, crotchless panties, you really missed me.” His index finger slides in between my folds and he groans “You're so fucking wet” he puts his finger in his mouth and sucks the evidence of my arousal off of his fingers. He sighs “Fuuuck, I missed the way you taste, I can’t believe I survived these last weeks without you.” Noah kisses me again, leaving a trail of wet kisses down my body, stopping to lick and bite down on my peaked nipples. I’m moaning softly as he continues down towards the apex of my thighs, grasping my thighs and pulling them apart until he’s face to face with my aching pussy. “Oh I missed this,” he says and then licks a line straight up the center and circles his tongue around my clit.

“Oh, fuck” I moan out loud as he sucks and tongues at my pulsing core, my hand reaches down to tangle in his hair keeping him in place while I grind against his talented mouth shamelessly. He takes two fingers and pushes them into me as he continues sucking relentlessly at my clit, my orgasm is close, I feel it burning in my belly and when he looks up at me through his long lashes and says “Please baby, I need to hear you cum” he says and I throw my head back and cry out in ecstasy. He withdraws his fingers and crawls back up to kiss me sharing the taste of my climax. I use the kiss as a distraction and flip us over so my legs are resting on either side of his hips and I can grind my bare pussy against his still-clothed cock. “Fuck baby, you're so beautiful like this” he reaches up to cup my breasts and plays with my nipples, pinching and leaning up to suck them again. I reach down to grab the hem of his shirt and help to remove it “You're wearing too many clothes” I tell him. “I want to feel you against me.”

Moving down his body I take the waistline on his pants and pull them down to his mid-thigh, exposing the hard outline and wet spot growing on his tight black boxer briefs. I bend down to lick at the head of his cloth-covered dick and he bucks his hips at the feeling “Ah, fuck baby, mmmm yes, can I have your mouth? Please?” he begs. I nod my head and grasp his briefs and pull them down to his sweatpants seeing his large erection springs free and pearls of precum leak down the tip. I quickly lick it up and start gently sucking at the head. Noah is whining and holding my hair back so he can get a full view of my ministrations. I start to take more of him into my mouth, relaxing my throat to make room for his full length and his hips thrust forward slightly and my eyes widen as I try not to gag. I tap his hip with my hand and nod, letting him know it's okay, he starts up again slowly fucking into my mouth and moaning “Oh, fuck yeah baby, missed you so much. Missing your hot mouth, and your tight pussy, mmmm can't wait to fuck you” he’s moving faster hips pumping back and forth as his cock hits the back of my throat and my eyes fill with tears threatening to spill and my pussy throbs with need. He pulls my mouth off of him with a gasp “Ah, too much. Want to cum inside you” he says out of breath. “Get up on the bed” he commands and I scramble to get up to lay my head back on the pillow while he stands up to take his pants off fully and then adjusts to settle between my legs. He grabs my thighs and pulls me so my pussy is resting against him, I feel his cock against me and begin to grind down on it looking for any type of friction. “I’ve got you baby” he takes himself in his hand and rubs the tip against my cunt, spreading my wetness around and coating his cock with it before slowly placing the tip against my entrance and moving in. While he's pushing to be fully seated inside our eyes are locked together and we're both moaning at the feeling of finally being back together. “Fuck Noah, I missed you so much”

“I missed you more,” he says, emphasizing each word with a shallow thrust.

Noah and I like to fuck in all types of ways, but after so long apart all I want is to be held in his arms a fucked tenderly. I know there will be plenty more chances tonight for rougher sex. But, for now, he holds me close and fucks into me at a slow tempo, each thrust pushing me closer to my second orgasm of the night, he reaches down and moves his fingers in slow circles around my swollen clit. “I want to feel you cum on my cock baby and then I'm going to fucking fill you up” his thrusts speed up slightly and my climax is reaching its peak, one last thrust, hitting just the right spot, and I'm calling out his name and milking his release. He finishes with a whimpering moan and collapses against me, kissing any skin he sees and softly saying “I love you so much baby, such a good girl for me.” I run a soothing hand down his back and tell him that I love him too and that I’m so happy that I’m back in his arms.

“I missed you so much baby, this is the best surprise ever.” We cuddle in each other's arms for a while longer and then I feel him stirring again when he looks up and gives me a devilish smile. “Round 2?”

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Thank you for reading!!!

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[btsgotjams27]

this is us ~ jjk | 18

you're dreading the meeting in LA, but it's a big city. you're not gonna bump into jungkook, are you?

✨ title: this is us | (sequel to all grown up) ✨ pairing: jungkook x f!reader | ✨ rating: m/18+ | minors dni ✨ genre/au: drama, romance, angst, fluff, smut | est!relationship, age gap, best friend's brother ✨ playlist | ✨ if you haven't read the prequel to this, please do so here! :) ✨ a/n: naurrrr--this means the series will be ending soon, but yesss---jk and oc will finally come face to face after a year apart! how will it go down? what's gonna happen? 👀 ✨ a/n 2: thank you to those who have sent in words for the little game. those words will be in bold throughout the rest of the chapters. we still have a podcast episode to celebrate the end of this story and you'll be able to send in questions and comments (a form link will be up when i post the last chapter :')) i'll also have a survey for y'all too :) as always, please leave a like, reblog, send an ask. i'd love to hear your thoughts.

[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | next ✨ drabble ~ dream bigger, darling

chapter eighteen ~ you're seeing things, aren't you? | wc: 10.9k warnings: there will be a lot of talking, mild language, oc’s friends being loveable dummies, light insecurity, heart flutters, language, drinking, sleazy slimeballs, some touching, a slap to the face, unresolved feelings, insecure jk & oc, bamie is hereeee, love confessions, our babies are growing up and taking things slow, they both get on their knees (you'll understand why when u read), delicate first kiss that turns into a heated one, they're both h*rny but remember they're taking thing slow, smol erection bc hello they're together again, jk is tame and controls himself?? (WHUTTTT) but oc needs a lil bit more from him, bittersweet goodbyes (for now)

The impending meeting was coming up at the end of the week. Your agent, Jae, wouldn't take no for an answer and immediately responded to the Netflix executive, saying you’d take the meeting. If the meeting was anywhere else in the world, you wouldn’t hesitate, but the fact that you had to fly out to LA for this made you feel reluctant.

And when everyone heard you’d be in LA, the only topic of conversation was if you were planning to see he-who-must-not-be-named.

"Will you tell Jungkook you're in town?" Hyunie asked as she cut through her French toast covered in Nutella and strawberries. Taehyung leaned over to take a bite from her fork, but she refused to let him have any.

Yoongi sat, wavering his fingers together. “Oh—the plot thickens. Dun, dun, dun.”

He’d become too comfortable knowing your business and complained that he knew too much for his own good. He was cool with you, but his lifestyle was too chill to mesh with everyone else’s dramatics, including yours. Though he works in the movie business, that didn’t mean he wanted his life to be like a goddamn drama.

“Wouldn’t that be weird? To meet up with an ex?” you asked with reluctance as you searched your friend’s faces for any words of advice.

It’d be nice to catch up, you thought, but what if old feelings resurface? Then what? You’d be screwed and have to start from square one again. You had gotten too far to return to the sad, pathetic person you once were.

Hyunie interjects, “Of course not! You’re friends too.”

You deadpanned. “I haven’t spoken to him in over a year–and I’d hardly call us friends.”

Honestly, could you even go back to being just friends? How were you supposed to be friends with your ex-slash-best-friends-little-brother? How can anyone return to being just friends after being with someone like Jeon Jungkook? You could hardly keep your friends now and then to add an ex as a friend? It sounded like a recipe for disaster.

With a mouth full of strawberries, Tae threw in his two cents. “Just go see him. What’s the worst that can happen? You gonna sleep with him?” He smirked and grabbed another bright red strawberry. This conversation amused him for days, making smart comments and occasionally alluding to what the two of you used to have.

“Really, Tae?” You rolled your eyes, sipping your coffee. You’d like to think you had some kind of self-control.

“What? I’m just being realistic here. The two of you probably have all that pent-up sexual frustration, and who knows—you might not be able to contain yourselves if you’re in the same room.” Taehyung wiggled his eyebrows and then bit down his bottom lip, thrusting and slapping the air while in his seat. Hyunie elbowed him in his rib, causing him to groan at the pain. She whispered something indistinct to him, and the two bickered quietly.

You turned to Yoongi. He was always wise and had the right answers. “What should I do?”

You interrupted him just as he was about to sip his coffee. His lips thinned, and he stared blankly at you. “Why are you asking me?”

“Because you’re the most unbiased person here, and you don’t know Jungkook like we do.”

Yoongi shrugged. “I don’t know. Do whatever you want. If you want to see him, go see him. If you don’t, then don’t. It’s as simple as that.”

Everyone turned their attention to you, wondering how you’d respond. It wasn't as simple as Yoongi had said. The weight of your previous relationship with Jungkook wasn’t one where you could simply put it behind you and pretend like you could be friends again. There was too much history, too much hurt—just too much of everything. You tried to convince yourself for months that there were no more feelings.

And you had made so much progress, minus being upset when you heard he was in town—but regardless, you had moved on, and seeing Jungkook again could set you back a few steps.

Yoongi set down his knife and fork and turned to you. “You’re a big girl, and you’ve worked through a lot of things, and if you don’t think you can handle seeing him again, then don’t put yourself in that situation. I'm sure he’d understand.”

“Or—or—you could just fuc—”

Hyunie covered Taehyung’s mouth, muffling the rest of his sentence. “Don’t listen to my crazy husband. Do what you think is best for you, okay?”

After brunch with the crazy lovebirds, you sat in Yoongi’s car, staring aimlessly out the window, and said nothing the entire car ride.

As he pulled up to your apartment complex, you needed to ask him again. “Tell me the truth. What would you do in my position?”

He sighed, and his shoulders slumped. He knew you needed reassurance, but honestly, there was no right answer for this situation.

“Well, considering that I’ve gotten to know you over this past year, I'd say that it’s gonna eat at you day and night if you don’t reach out to him. You’ll wonder, ‘what could’ve been’ or ‘what if I did X, Y, and Z?’ You’re good at compartmentalizing, but I have a feeling ten years down the line, you’re gonna be upset at yourself. So, I don’t know, as I said earlier if you want to see him, go see him. If you don’t, then don’t. Whatever you choose will be the right decision.”

But what was the right decision? You thought of all the possible scenarios that could play out. What if you call to meet up, and he doesn’t want to? Or what if you meet up and it’s awkward? Or what if you meet up and old feelings resurface?

You were thankful for Yoongi and glad he could always be honest with you. With his advice in consideration, along with everyone else’s minus Kim Taehyung’s, you pondered your next move as you tossed and turned in bed.

Should you try and meet up with Jungkook? But you were doing so well. You had deleted his number, photos, and texts, and if you wanted his new number, you’d have to ask Yuna, and you wouldn’t hear the end of it from her if you did.

Maybe it’d be easier to just not try to see him. You were sure he was doing well, living in LA, doing whatever he was doing, seeing whomever he wanted. You just didn’t want to return to feeling insecure and vulnerable, and you had worked so hard to be where you are today. Maybe it’d be better if you didn’t tell him you were in town.

A non-stop flight from Seoul to LA was close to eleven hours, but you wished it was longer. The lower the flight time, the higher your anxiety rises. Los Angeles was a big city, and there was no way you’d bump into Jungkook, right? That’s a ridiculous thought to have. You’d have a higher chance of bumping into a celebrity than your ex. You were just psyching yourself out at this point, and there was no need to because you decided not to tell him you’d be in town.

After eleven hours on a flight and only six hours of sleep, you hoped you’d bump into no one. Your swollen ankles and puffy eyes were horrendous for anyone to see. But here you were—in Los Angeles, where many dreams came to fruition or never saw the light of day, and you were hoping for the latter, whatever that dream may be. You were curious about what Netflix had to offer and if it would require you to move here. Though, you didn’t want to get ahead of yourself, thinking about the what-ifs because nothing was set in stone.

Being a huge corporation, Netflix paid for everything—the flight, hotel, and transportation. Not too shabby, especially since they were trying to woo you into whatever job this was. They booked a corner suite at the Conrad Los Angeles, overlooking the city's skyline. The hustle and bustle of city life were similar but different from Seoul and could possibly be a place where you’d have to get used to.

The luxe Mercedes Benz E-Class you were sitting in pulled up behind the slew of cars from other hotel guests. This felt too fancy from anything you were used to, but you weren’t complaining.

You bid your driver farewell and thanked them as he pulled your luggage from the trunk and set it beside you. Just as you grabbed the handle, a driver behind you honked, gesturing for you to move out of the way. You jumped back, your heart racing as the loud horn continued in short outbursts until you stepped onto the hotel’s sidewalk.

God, this city sucks already, you thought, and you hadn’t even been here for that long, either. Brushing off the awful interaction, you breathed a big breath, ready to take on whatever this trip had in store for you.

“Miss? I’ll need a form of ID and a credit card to put on file.”

You handed what the front desk receptionist needed from you. Now, you understood all the buzz and why this was the hot spot. The hotel was gorgeous and a great place to hang out, even if you weren’t a guest.

As the receptionist input your information, your eyes scanned the lobby, taking everything in. A rowdy group of men exited one of the hotel restaurants, entering the lobby. You noticed a man in a monochromatic cream-colored outfit. You appreciate a man who was put together.

After catching a glimpse of him, you could’ve sworn your eyes were deceiving you. No, it wasn’t him. You were seeing things, weren’t you?

This city was far too big for you to end up at the same hotel as your ex-boyfriend, right? Destiny was definitely being a prude and playing tricks on you.

“Here’s your ID and card back. You’re located on the 16th floor, room 1613.”

“Thank you.”

When you grabbed your ID, card, and luggage, you turned around to ensure you were imagining things. The group of men had disappeared and was nowhere to be found. But you shouldn’t be looking for Jungkook anyway. You decided not to tell him you were in town. Wouldn’t you look pathetic going back on your word?

But instead of going directly to your room, you might have ‘taken the long route,’ cruising through the hotel—just to see what they had to offer. Though, who were you kidding? That person definitely looked like Jungkook! Except he had longer hair, and you hadn’t seen any recent photos of Jungkook, so you had no idea if he had shaved his head or had long, glorious hair like Rapunzel.

You would’ve lurked longer, but now you felt super creepy and stalker-ish, and your large rollaway luggage wasn’t helping either. Maybe it was time to give up; you had been looking longer than you should’ve.

If there was one thing that could possibly make up for the shitty interaction from the furious man honking away like there was no tomorrow—it was the view. The city skyline and clear blue skies with only a few scattered marshmallow-type clouds floating around.

The room was too big for just one person, and you weren’t sure what to do with yourself to kill time before your big meeting. So, you quickly freshen up to roam around the five-star hotel. You had nothing better to do, save for the fact that you needed to find that guy again, just to make sure it wasn’t Jungkook.

And as you expected, this hotel was packed with people. The restaurant's decor and view were stunning, to say the least. You didn’t want to keep going back and forth between the various choices of restaurants, so you stuck with the first place you saw, Agua Viva.

A small commotion turned your head; your eyes focused on it for a split second before returning your attention to the host. You cleared your throat, “I’m sorry. Yes, a seat at the bar is great. Thank you.”

You scanned the drink menu, pondering the various choices before you. Alcohol or no alcohol—such a hard decision. Well, considering you were going to an important meeting, it was probably best not to be tipsy, or it could calm your nerves.

“Hello, miss. What’ll you have?”

It was a toss-up between the Tornup Tiki Punch or Flamingo Shuttle. What silly names they were.

“I’ll have a Flamingo Shuttle, please.”

Non-alcoholic it is.

“One Flamingo Shuttle coming right up.”

You tapped on the square napkin before you, swiveling your chair back and forth, taking in the surroundings of light laughter and chatter, before returning your attention to the bartender making your drink.

In a city of 3.8 million people, it was stupid to think you had seen Jungkook. Maybe you just wanted it to be him and desperately tried to speak it into existence. You probably had a better chance of bumping into a Kardashian than Jeon Jungkook.

“Is this seat taken?”

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath before turning around to confirm your suspicions about the familiar voice.

It’s like time stood still; everything and everyone quieted down, and it was only you and him. He was like a stranger from a different lifetime staring back at you, but everything you felt while with him came rushing back like a flood.

“Jungkook.” His name rolled off your lips in a familiar way you couldn’t explain. It had such a hold on you, pulling you right back like a lovesick puppy.

“Noona,” he said with his big brown, doe eyes crinkling in the corner, along with a bunny smile.

The one word made you clench around nothing, but it’s just a word–what’s wrong with you? Honestly, woman.

“Is this seat taken?” He repeated, making you come back to reality.

“No, it’s yours if you’d like.”

You watched his every move. His hand held your stool, and his thumb lightly brushed against your back as he sat down. Immediately, you straighten your posture in case of any other accidental touches.

Jungkook crossed his arms on the counter, turning to you. The both of you smiled awkwardly, waiting for someone to say something.

“I thought I saw you,” the both of you said in unison and chuckled after.

“It’s me,” you scrunch your nose, flashing a smile.

Jungkook shook his head, copying your smile. “I thought I was going crazy for a split second. Wha–” he paused to let his mind catch up with his words. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here for a meeting.”

He nodded. “Oh. It must be an important meeting if you flew all the way out here.”

You hummed. “Yeah, it’s pretty important.”

Should you spare more details? Or just leave it at the bare minimum? You didn’t want him to conjure up any ideas as you had been for the last few weeks.

“Your Flamingo Shuttle, miss. Would you like to bill it to your room?”

“Yes, please.” If Netflix was paying, you were drinking.

You lightly groaned after taking a sip, not realizing you’d been thirsty after flying all day, or was it Jungkook’s presence making you feel suddenly parched?

“Anything for you, sir?” The bartender asked Jungkook, to which he shook his head no.

“It’s good to see you,” Jungkook said as the bartender left to attend to another guest.

Your crossed leg unintentionally touched his pant leg when you turned toward him. You took your time letting your eyes gaze over this new Jeon Jungkook. His permed hair had grown longer, and a fringe was swept softly across his left eye. The piercing that adorned his eyebrow had disappeared, and the only thing decorating that pretty face was a lip piercing.

“It’s really good to see you too. You look great, by the way. I love the long hair. It really suits you.” You couldn’t help but wonder how his hair would feel entangled between your fingers.

He proceeded to touch the ends. “Thanks. You–you always look great,” he chuckled lightly.

Your heart skipped a beat at the compliment as you suppressed a smile. “Thanks. I–um, do you have time to catch up? If you’re not busy, that is, but if you are, then please feel free to go. I don’t–I don’t want to keep you from anything.”

“I have some time,” he said with a twinkle in his eyes and his tiny dimple on display.

Maybe this wouldn’t be as bad as you made it in your head. You were overanalyzing nothing. Jungkook seemed happy to see you, even though you thought he’d be running in the other direction, considering he had left on a whim.

“Um, do you work around here?”

“Yeah, I was just getting some early drinks with my colleagues.”

Your mind immediately went to Alex, which you fucking hated, but you couldn’t help it. Obviously, she wasn’t with the group of him and rowdy men, but you assumed they still worked together, and who knew in what kind of capacity–or maybe she had him eating in the palm of her hands again.

You stopped the ongoing conversation in your head. It wasn’t good for anyone if this continued.

“This is a great place. I can see why you’d come here.” He hummed in agreement. “How–how are you? How’s everything?”

Jungkook cleared his throat, interlocking his hands together, light tapping his thumb on the other. “It’s good. I’m—good. Work has been going well. I, uh—I’ve taken up running along with boxing, but Bam–he’s a handful.”

“Bam?”

“Yeah! My dog.”

“You have a dog?”

“He’s still a pup, but he’s getting so big already.” Jungkook pulled his phone from his back pocket, scrolling to find a photo of Bam. “See.” He set his phone on the counter, pushing it to you.

“Oh, my god. He’s precious! He has big doe eyes like his dad,” your mouth curved into a smile. “He’s perfect for you.”

Jungkook cleared his throat, pressing the off button on his phone. “How are you? What’s new?”

His question was so broad you weren’t sure where to start. He obviously knew about your meeting but didn’t know what it was for. But how much information would you feel comfortable divulging?

“I’m good.” You let out a nervous chuckle. “I just got back from a solo trip, and then this whole LA thing happened, and now I’m here.”

“Ah–right. Yuna told me about your trip. How was it? Did you enjoy yourself?”

You nodded. “It was great. I practically laid out on the beach most of the time, got some sun in,” you smiled and shrugged. “And what about you? I heard you were back in Seoul for a little bit.”

He hummed. “Yeah, for my mom’s birthday dinner, and I finally got to meet Indie.”

“Ugh, I love that little booger,” you chimed in.

“She’s amazing, and she’s growing up so fast.”

“Right? She grew up in a blink of an eye.”

Then you realized Jungkook had missed most, if not the entirety, of Indie's first year. Time had passed, and you had also grown and blossomed without your awareness in the midst of it all.

Jungkook beamed a soft smile.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything to drink?” you asked again, searching for the bartender.

He shook his head. “I’m good, thanks.”

“Positive?” You gave him a look.

He nodded. “Still trying to take care of me?”

“Well–I am older than you.”

Jungkook chuckled and turned away for a moment. “I, uh, already had some earlier, remember? So, I shouldn’t have anymore.”

“What? You can’t hold your liquor anymore, old man?” you teased.

He scoffed at your lame joke. “Are you taunting me?”

It almost felt like old times when you were just friends, ragging on each other.

You sipped your drink before answering, “Yes.”

He flashed a close-lipped smile. “Can I take a rain check?”

You hummed lightly. “You got it.”

Jungkook rubbed the back of his neck and swiveled in his chair, lightly brushing his knee against yours. “Do you have my new number?”

You bit the inside of your cheek. No, because you recently deleted all his contact, texts, and photos. You shook your head.

He held out his hand, wavering his fingers for your phone. You gave it over without hesitation and watched as he saved his number. “Call me if you need anything or want to get that drink before you leave.”

He handed it back, his fingers softly touching yours. “I should go. I left Bam too long by himself.”

Your heart almost leaped out of your chest and onto the counter, your stomach fluttering with a swarm of butterflies and the bead of sweat on the nape of your neck finally caressing your skin when he touched you. “Yeah, sure, of course.” You nervously scratched your temple. “I, uh, I should get going too. I have my meeting soon.”

Jungkook smiled and stood, and you followed suit. He stepped back, straightening his cream-colored jacket and smoothing down his pants. “I’ll talk to you soon?”

You weren’t sure if he really meant it or if it was just an expression. Either way, you didn’t want to put more meaning into it than needed. You smiled and hummed.

He stepped away, waving his hand before walking off into the sea of people who just entered the restaurant.

You half expected him to look back, but he didn’t. He was calm, cool, and collected as he confidently walked away, making you think he was over you.

Jungkook sat in his Uber, pinching himself to ensure he wasn’t dreaming–that he really saw you and had a conversation, and it wasn’t as awkward as he thought it would be. Unless it was awkward, and he invented a fictitious scenario in his head, misunderstood your body language, and misinterpreted your words.

“Sir?”

“Oh, uh, sorry. Yes, you can drop me off right here.” Jungkook’s mind raced back and forth, replaying the conversation.

He closed the car’s door, shuffling to the apartment complex’s gate. He punched in the code, rushing to his place to let Bam out.

The 50-pound puppy popped his head up, panting and wagging his tail as he saw his owner. Bam sprung to his feet and dashed over to Jungkook, smelling and licking his palm more than normal.

“I know, Bamie. I know.”

Jungkook smelled different. He must’ve had the faintest smell of you on him.

“Come on, boy. You’ve been waiting for me for too long.”

Bam whined when Jungkook’s mind was on something else and did not notice him. He was scratching Bam’s belly, staring off into space with nothing but you on his mind. It’s like you had completely taken over him like you were his paradise, and even if he tried to resist, it was probably useless now. He could never escape you.

Should he go back to the hotel? Would that seem too needy? He thought he was trying to get over you, but here you were, right in front of him, practically within reach—no ocean between the two of you. If now wasn’t the time, then when?

Was he prepared to fight for you? To be with you again? Was he ready for you to reject him if he wanted more, but you didn’t?

He sighed, fighting with himself for his next move. Whatever his decision, he wanted to ensure it was the right one. The real question was—did he want to be with you again after all this time?

The answer was yes—it has always been yes. You’re it. You’ve ruined him—it will always be you.

He was so close to getting in his car and driving back. Every cell in his body was urging him to go and confess his undying love—that is, until he remembered he ran away, that he hurt you.

What if you had moved on but didn't want him to know? He had no right to delve into your business anymore. What if you had moved on with that Yoongi guy? He'd heard that guy's name too many times from Yuna and Taehyung for him not to suspect anything was up with the two of you. You looked so happy with Yoongi that one time he saw you. Maybe he was the cause of your euphoria, the person you spent all your time with, the person you dreamed with, shared your hopes with—maybe you had fully closed the chapter that Jungkook was a part of, and Yoongi was the ‘take two’ of your story.

But could Jungkook just be a foolish dreamer? Thinking he still had a chance with you?

He'd given you his phone number, and the ball was now in your court. If you wanted to, then you’d contact him. Otherwise, perhaps it's best that he's not constantly chasing you. If you still wanted him, then you needed to let him know, and if you didn’t, then maybe he could finally try to let you go.

You checked yourself one last time, smoothing out your tailored skirt and matching blazer. You wished you had chosen another pair of heels, but your nude slingbacks were the only things you packed, so it’d have to suffice. With a swipe of your raspberry lip tint, you were now ready to charm whoever this executive was.

The hostess led you through the restaurant to a private dining lounge. A few guests were scattered far and wide while light jazz music and laughter filled your ears. Were all Netflix meetings always this fancy? You had looked up the menu beforehand, and the prices were somewhat reasonable for dinner, but you’d be fine with instant ramen from the convenience store. You could probably order the whole menu if you wanted since you weren't paying.

“Mr. Wells will be here shortly,” the hostess smiled, leaving you at the table as you mindlessly fiddled with your thumbs.

You wondered how your name even landed on the desk or email of someone across the ocean. Or could Jae just be a great writing agent, and he just had his connections? Maybe you’d find out during this dinner.

A waitress stopped by the table, bringing glasses of water and a bottle of Champagne.

“Oh–I didn’t order this.”

“Mr. Wells did. He wanted to apologize in advance for his lateness. He’s held up in traffic at the moment.” The waitress poured the champagne into two tall flutes.

Fifteen minutes went by as you sat waiting for this Netflix exec. He was already leaving a bad taste in your mouth because of his lateness, but it’s not like you had any other plans.

You scanned the room, watching others converse and eat before pulling out your phone. You went to your contacts and scrolled down to Jungkook’s name. It was like deja vu all over again–staring aimlessly at his name, whether or not to delete it or keep it. Only this time, he would hopefully pick up the call.

You were tempted to text him to see what he was up to. Considering it was a Friday night, he was probably out with friends, maybe Jimin or a girlfriend. You’d heard from Taehyung that they hung out fairly often. At least he had a friendly face in this city.

A low, husky voice said your name, making you look up from your phone. The man standing before you was not someone you pictured. If you had all the confidence in the world, you’d whistle and holler at this Park Seo Joon look alike.

“I’m Zachary Wells, but just call me Zach.” He grinned as he quickly scanned your face and held out his hand. You stood to shake it.

“It’s nice to finally meet you. I’ve heard so much about you and your work,” Zach said, gesturing for the both of you to sit.

“You have?”

“Whenever Kenji is in town, you’re all he ever talks about.”

Ah, Kenji. You should’ve known. Well, you supposed one of your exes was good for something.

Zach grabbed the attention of the waitress. “Should we order dinner? I’m starving.”

The two of you had a lot in common. Zach was fairly easy to talk to and was a chatterbox. But just like Kenji, Zach was avoiding why he had wanted to meet you in the first place.

The conversation had finally winded down after an hour, and the champagne and water washed down the last of your dinner. And now, only one thing remains.

“So, you’re probably wondering why I wanted to meet with you.” You hummed. "Well, as you know, we've been expanding Netflix into South Korea, and we're picking up a lot of Korean dramas as demand grows here in the States. As I was talking with Kenji, we thought you’d be perfect for the role of director for creative marketing. I understand you've been a writer for a long time, but I believe you have the potential to help us thrive even more with your market knowledge and insight.”

“Would that mean I wouldn’t have to move out here? That I could stay in Seoul?” It was the first thought on your mind.

“We’d onboard you here in LA for a few months and then get you settled back in Seoul.”

Zach’s offer was too good to be true and to pass up. You didn’t have anything else going for you right now. No show and only a half-finished script.

“So? What do you think?” Zach leaned back in his seat, draping his arm behind you, scanning you from head to toe. He finished the last of his champagne, gesturing for the waitress to bring another one.

It’s not like you could give him an answer right here, right now–coming to live in LA, leaving your life and friends behind. It was a big ask and not a decision you’d take lightly.

Your silence encouraged him to move closer, and his knee knocked into yours. “What do I have to do to convince you?” he said, his finger lightly brushing against your knee.

Immediately, you pulled back, pushing his hand away. “Is this how you get everyone to come to work for you?” You scowled, disgusted by his action.

“This is an opportunity of a lifetime, babe. Don’t waste it.” Zach raised his brows, waiting for you to change your mind. He tried to touch you again, but a loud smack echoed throughout the room, making others around you stop and look at the commotion.

“You’re feisty. I like that.” Zach licked his lips, massaging his cheek.

“You’re a disgusting pig.”

He scoffed. “Oh, am I? I’m here trying to give you a job, and here you are, being a fucking bitch. I hear you have nothing else lined up for you, right? And I can easily tell everyone in this industry to never give you another job again.” He threatened and then proceeded to move in again.

“If you touch me again. I’ll fucking scream,” you seethed, your face warm to the touch, smoke fuming from your ears.

Zach rolled his eyes and threw his hands in defeat. “Fine–have it your way. Good luck getting a job in this industry ever again,” he spat out before leaving.

Everyone in the restaurant was looking at you. You cowered, unsure of where to go or what to do. You weren’t expecting this turn of events. It was just too good to be true.

This whole trip felt like a bust. You came here expecting to return to Seoul with a job but instead had a creepy interaction with a high-level executive, and they paid for everything, including your flight and hotel. You shivered at the thought of him knowing exactly where you were staying. You were alone in a big city, and the only person you knew was your ex-boyfriend.

You illuminated your phone to check the time, debating whether to call Jungkook. Would it be weird? Would you look desperate if you called? It’s not like you had any dignity left anyway.

Unlocking your phone, you clicked on Jungkook’s contact; your thumb hovered over the call button. Fuck it, you thought and pressed call.

It rang a few times before Jungkook’s familiar voice was on the other end—it felt like old times.

Hello?

“Hey, it’s me.”

Hey. I was hoping you’d call. Are you done with your meeting already?

“Yeah, um, would you mind picking me up at the restaurant?”

Yeah! Of course. Text me the address. I’m coming right now.

Jungkook zipped through the city, and thankfully, there wasn’t any heavy traffic to slow him down. He got to the restaurant in less than 20 minutes. He pulled up and saw you waiting on the sidewalk with your arms crossed, trying to keep yourself warm. Parking the car, he ran over to you.

“Hey—are you okay?” he asked with concerned eyes, scanning you from head to toe, ensuring you weren’t hurt.

“Yeah, can we go?” Your body language was telling Jungkook otherwise.

He opened the door for you, and you quickly got in, fastening your seat belt and breathing a sigh of relief once you lay against the headrest. Jungkook looked over, biting his cheek as he could tell you weren’t okay—your eyes were glassy, and he could see how your mascara smudged. He began to input the address for the hotel, but you stopped him.

“Can—can we go back to your place?” Jungkook perked up. “I don’t want to be alone, if that’s okay.”

He certainly wasn’t going to deny you. “Yeah, of course. That’s fine with me.”

“Are you sure?”

It probably wasn’t fair of you to do this to him.

“Yeah, of course. Anything for you.”

“Jungkook, you can totally say no—”

He gently placed his hand on top of yours. “Hey—it’s okay. We’ll go to my place.”

You waited a good distance behind Jungkook as he unlocked the door. He took a step but then stepped back and turned to you.

“Bam gets excited when new people come over. So, I apologize if he’s a bit wild.”

You smiled, assuring him you’d be okay. You were nervous but psyched to meet him, actually—you hoped he would like you. Considering Jungkook was his owner, Bam would probably be the sweetest pup.

As soon as Jungkook opened the door, the brown-coated Doberman greeted him. He knelt down, rubbing his floppy ears. “I told you I wouldn’t be gone long, right, Bamie?”

Jungkook looked at you, beaming a wide smile before returning to his puppy. Bam’s tongue hung out as he panted, looking in your direction–he really did have big, doe eyes like Jungkook. Maybe they were drawn to each other through lingering starry eyes.

He let go of him, and immediately Bam came to sniff your hand, giving a few licks before looking up at you. “I think he likes you.”

“Whew—I passed Bam’s vibe check,” you joked as you crouched down to cup his face, in which Bam licked your chin. “Oh–” You scrunch your eyes closed and giggle at the pup. He really was so sweet.

“Bam—house,” Jungkook commanded. Bam whined quietly before following his owner’s order. He pouted the entire stroll to his crate. As he lay down, he took his turtle chew toy into his mouth, making it squeak.

You slipped off your shoes and set down your bag, looking around Jungkook’s apartment. As you expected, it was squeaky clean, with a few photo frames of his mom, Yuna, and Indie. Then you noticed the ‘Rising Star’ award he had displayed on a shelf next to a few other awards he must’ve gotten at his new job. The stark white walls and flooring contrasted against the black and brown hue furniture. You chuckled to yourself when you saw the workout equipment in the corner—of course; it’s right in his living room.

“If you’re tired, you can take my bed. I’ll take the couch.”

“Oh–” It wasn’t your intention to sleep here. You didn’t want to be alone after that icky interaction with Zach. “I’m okay. Do you just want to hang out and talk for a little bit?”

Jungkook took a big gulp and cleared his throat. He figured this was the moment of truth. He didn’t know what to expect anymore–it could be good or bad.

“Yeah,” he smiled, making his way to the couch, gesturing for you to do the same. “Make yourself at home.”

That was easier said than done. You felt intrusive and feared that you crossed a boundary you shouldn’t have.

He watched you sit on the opposite end. And never in a million years did he think you’d be here, sitting with him. Is it possible that you have found some way to forgive him?

Your eyes found his, and the two of you nervously chuckled.

“Can I get you anything? Water? Coffee? Tea?”

You shook your head. You didn’t mind just sitting here and being in his presence. It felt so comforting after such a long day of traveling and a shitty meeting.

“How was your meeting? Did it go well?”

You sighed, positioning your body toward him as you leaned against the couch. You purse your lips before answering him. “The guy was a bit of a douche. The job sounded like a great opportunity, but I refuse to work with someone who thinks I’ll sleep with them for a job.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, and he shifted in his seat. “I’m sorry, what?”

You could see Jungkook clenching his fist, but honestly, he had nothing to worry about. You hoped the slap Zach got was more than enough to scare him off.

You held your hands up to calm him down. “I can take care of myself, Jungkook,” you assured him. “He got a nice slap from me,” you beamed.

He breathed a sigh, relaxing his body into the couch cushion. “I’m sorry the meeting wasn’t everything you had hoped for.”

You shrugged. “It’s whatever. I’m sure something better will come along.”

“I’m sure it will.”

“So, what were you doing on a Friday night? I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything.” You scanned the room, and there was nothing indicating he had company over.

Jungkook pouted, shaking his head. “Just hanging out with Bam.”

“No girlfriend or anything?”

Jungkook suppressed a smile, but he couldn’t help it. Maybe this was your subtle way of asking if he was seeing anyone. “No. No girlfriend. LA girls aren’t really my type.” Because you were, he thought. As hard as he tried to let you go, he just couldn’t.

You hummed and then wanted to kick yourself because that question came out of nowhere, but it was the question lingering on your mind ever since he had left. Someone who looked like him would’ve surely had women lined out the door, ready and willing to date him and bear his children.

“What about you? Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked, avoiding your gaze.

“No. No boyfriend.”

“So, you’re not seeing that Yoongi guy?”

You licked your lips, the corners of your mouth curving into a smile. “I’m guessing you heard that name from Yuna or Taehyung?” He nodded. “He’s just a friend and a pain in my ass.”

“Ah–got it.”

“And what about Alex? Is she still around?” You couldn’t not ask. It was like a giant elephant hanging out in the room with you.

Jungkook figured her name would come up sooner or later. “Alex’s not working for the company anymore. She moved out of the country.”

“Good,” you huffed; if she wasn't near Jungkook, that made you happy.

“You really hate her, huh?”

“Yeah, kind of.”

Jungkook softly chuckled, letting a beat pass. “I’m sorry, by the way.”

“Sorry for what?”

“Everything that happened with us.”

“I’m sorry too.” Your lips thinned, your fingers unconsciously picking at your hand.

“Why are you sorry?”

You appreciated that he didn't point out your flaws, but he wasn’t the only one at fault. Neither one of you was perfect. “Jungkook, you’re not the only one to blame. I should have communicated my feelings better when we were together.”

He nodded in agreement. “Do you think you could ever forgive me?”

Initially, it was hard to even think about forgiving Jungkook, but as time passed, the pain and hurt subsided. “Mm. I forgive you. Do you forgive me?”

“Yes,” he chimed in. You chuckled at how fast he answered. “What?” He raised his eyebrow.

You shook your head. “Nothing–”

“Just say it.”

“I shouldn’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because—I just—shouldn’t.” You wanted to say you found him cute and endearing and that he forgave others too quickly.

“Fine,” he pouted, shifting his leg onto the couch.

Your mouth opens involuntarily, exhaling a yawn from exhaustion. The time difference really fucked you up. Quickly, you covered it with both hands and excused yourself.

“Am I boring you?” Jungkook teased.

“Yes, actually. I hadn’t realized you’d become so dull,” you quipped, covering another yawn. “See—so boring that you’re making me sleepy.” You leaned on your arm against the back cushion.

“Or maybe you’re just becoming an old lady.”

You scoffed. “I’m an old lady? You’re the one who’s staying in on a Friday night! Old man.”

“Yeah, I had to stay in, just in case an old lady needed me.” Jungkook giggled and looked away before returning to meet your eyes. “I’ve missed this.”

“What?”

“Us.”

It was this specific moment when you moved into flight mode. You gave a half-smile and shifted your position so your feet touched the ground. You checked your phone for the time. “I should get an Uber and go back to my hotel.”

“I can take you.”

“Jungkook, you’ve done so much for me already. I don’t want you to have to drive back and forth.”

“I don’t mind—honestly.”

You stood up. “I know you don’t—but I do. It’s okay—really.” You unlocked your phone and pulled up the app, determined to call for a car. All of this was becoming too much for you, for your heart. His presence, the giggles, the familiarity of what the two of you used to be.

Jungkook stood and walked over to you, gently pushing away your phone. “What’s going on? Tell me the truth.” He could always tell when your mind was working overload—racing with thought after thought.

Should you tell him why you needed to leave after the two of you had a nice, civil conversation without screaming or yelling? Your therapist did tell you that no one would know how you feel unless you told them—and you just told Jungkook that you should communicate better.

Ugh, goddamnit. 

Speak now or forever, hold your peace.

You didn’t want to revert back to your old ways—being anxious, self-conscious, unsure of what you wanted. You sighed. “The truth?” Jungkook nodded. “The truth is—I probably shouldn’t have called you.”

“Why?” he asked as his starry eyes gazed deeply into your soul.

“Because—I was—I am scared.”

Jungkook raised his eyebrow, unsure of why you’d be scared. “Scared of what?”

“I was scared that if I called you and we talked—old feelings would resurface, and I don’t want to make the same mistakes again.”

“You still have feelings for me?”

“I think so? I’m—I’m not sure,” you stammered. “That’s why I didn’t call you in the first place when I knew I was coming to LA, and then when I happened to bump into you—well, I guess what I’m trying to say is that yes, I still have feelings for you.”

His eyes fell to the floor, and he sucked in his lips, trying not to smile, before looking back at you. “Am I the mistake?”

You shook your head. “You were never a mistake.”

“Then what mistakes are you referring to?”

You hung your head and sat back down, and Jungkook followed suit. You nibbled on the inside of your cheek, and he looked at you, waiting for an answer.

“I don’t know. Me—falling too fast, building fantasies inside my head, knowing it’ll never be real, not saying how I feel, pushing away people who love me. Should I keep going?”

“So, you didn’t want to call me and come here because you were scared all that’s gonna happen if you talked to me? Is that right?”

It sounded ridiculous, but he hit the nail on the head.

You hummed.

There was the slimmest chance of you bumping into Jungkook while in the same city, but you hadn’t fully prepared yourself if you did bump into him. You weren’t ready for the unresolved feelings and the smallest flutters of butterflies, your body to warm up to the simplest of accidental touches and soft giggles.

You could’ve just sucked it up, called an Uber, returned to your hotel, and tried to brush off the slimy interaction with the Netflix exec, but instead, you called the one person you knew would bring you comfort—Jungkook.

Should you just be completely honest and bare your soul? You were halfway there. Maybe it was time to grow up and just say what the fuck you wanted.

Jungkook was silent and waited to see if you had anything else.

You cleared your throat, thinking it was now or never.

“Our breakup,” you paused to recollect yourself and to stop your lips from quivering so much. You started again, “Our breakup—it really fucked me up. You left without saying goodbye, and after that, I kind of spiraled—drinking every day, showing up late to set, and ditching our friends. Hell—I almost let some random guy fuck me in a bathroom.”

You sighed. “I’m not telling you this to make you feel bad, but I needed to go through all those things to be where I am today. I’ve done a lot of work on myself and had a lot of healing through therapy, a solo trip, and some new friends–okay, just one new friend, but that's beside the point–I just don’t want to go back to the same person I was before.”

Jungkook opened his mouth to speak, but you stopped him.

“I’m not saying that being here with you again will make me become the person I was before—I just want to make better decisions being the new person I am now.”

Finally, hearing how you felt after all this time relieved him. He had waited so long for you to finally share yourself with him.

Jungkook’s mouth moved from side to side, nibbling on his bottom lip before he spoke, “I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. The weekend in Jeju really fucked me up. So much was happening with Taehyung and Hyunie’s wedding, and then we were on the brink of breaking up while pretending to be happy. My heart and my mind were all over the place. Then I saw you with Yoongi, and that really sent me over the edge because that’s when I knew I had lost you and could never get you back—no matter how hard I tried, I don’t think anything would’ve worked. So—I left.”

Your jaw tightened, trying to hold back tears as Jungkook recounted his side of the story. You didn’t know he saw you with Yoongi; it must’ve been shortly after you returned from Jeju. And as much as you were hurting, so was he.

Well, since both of you were in apology mode.

“I’m sorry too,” you said. “Growing up, it was only me. I had to do everything myself because my parents weren’t really there for me, and so I always felt like I didn’t want to bother others with my burdens. I know it’s not an excuse, but I’m slowly learning that I don’t have to do everything alone—that it’s okay to ask for help. So, I’m sorry I never communicated well and kept things from you.”

He licked his lips, thinking about how new this was all for him—you baring your feelings. “No, that makes sense. I get it.”

“You do?”

“I mean—I’m not perfect either. We both made mistakes, but you’re wrong about one thing.”

You raised your eyebrow. “What’s that?”

“You had me and Yuna, and you know my mom loves you like you’re her own. She might love you more than she loves me,” he said. “And you know you can always tell me what’s going on. I’ll always be here for you—no matter what happens between us.”

You grinned because he was right. You had overlooked the huge part that their family played in your life. You couldn’t discount that.

“If there’s one thing I truly regret from all of this—it’s cutting ramen out of my diet since I’ve moved here,” he joked to lighten the mood.

You dramatically gasped, covering your mouth. “You cut ramen from your diet? It’s like I don’t even know you anymore.”

The two of you giggled.

“I guess we’ve both done some growing up, huh?” Jungkook knocked his knee into yours.

“Yeah, looks like it.”

“So, what now?”

You shrugged, unsure of Jungkook’s feelings, but you wanted to express yours. “I don’t want to wake up one day and regret not trying again. I want you. I want all of you, but I'm scared—scared that I'll get hurt and go back to my old ways. I’ve had a lot of healing, and I'm in a good place, but seeing you again, being near you, makes me want to forget everything that has happened and jump in your arms and tear off your clothes.”

Jungkook covered his mouth as he silently chuckled at your confession.

“Are you basking in my misery?” you sneered.

His lips turned into a pout as he shook his head. “No, I just—this is what I wanted all along while we were dating.”

“What? Me acting like a fool?”

“No—you telling me how you feel, tell me how much you want me, to claim me as yours.”

You opened your mouth and made a face. “You want me to grovel? Get on my knees?”

Jungkook bit his tongue when you got down on your knees in front of him. He had to tell himself and his dick to calm the fuck down because it was not the time and place to be thinking of such naughty things.

You gazed up at him; seeing him squirm was fun. “You like me on my knees?” you asked, sitting back on your legs.

He cleared his throat, adjusting his sweats as he shifted back on the couch. He thought back to the very first time you sucked him off after having dinner with Yuna and your mom. “I’m sorry. I think you were confessing your love for me. Go on. I’m all ears.”

You smacked his thigh. “I’m—you’re ruining this moment!”

“I’m ruining it? You’re the one who got down on your knees! You know how much I love that,” he mumbled the last of his words.

You turned and cupped your ear toward him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t catch that.”

“Just—go on. You were saying?” He cocked his head to the side, waiting for you.

You huffed, tilting your head back before landing on his sparkly doe eyes and cute little dimple peeking through. “I am stupidly in love with you, Jeon Jungkook, and I’ll do whatever it takes to be with you again.”

Jungkook felt a sense of relief when he heard those words, but there was still a small sliver of fear. “What if we’re just fooling ourselves into thinking this will work?”

“Then I guess we can be fools together.”

After baring your soul to Jungkook, you wanted nothing more than to jump into his lap and ride him like an endless merry-go-round, but you’ve changed and didn’t want to regret anything going forward with him. The two of you needed to take things slow and steady because you wanted to win the race.

The two of you stayed up late—talking, drinking beer, and catching each other up on life until the sun came up. It was like no time had passed, and you picked up right where you left off.

Bam had taken a liking to you, staying by your side, following you whenever you got up and moved around. He wouldn’t let you out of his sight. He definitely took after Jungkook.

The size of your bladder warranted another trip to the bathroom, and when you returned to where Jungkook and Bam were, you noticed Jungkook in a compromising position.

“Why are you on one knee? Are you taking a page out of my book?” you teased, not wanting to jump to any conclusions because you both agreed on taking it slow.

Without an answer, he took out something he was hiding behind his back. He held a blue velvet box in the palm of his hand.

Your eyes widened, and your heart raced rapidly because you knew exactly where that box was from. You and Yuna had looked at engagement rings for hours on end when the two of you thought Namjoon was getting ready to propose. You had mentioned it too many times to Jungkook while the two of you were dating. There’s no way he’d be proposing, right?

This whole thing with Jungkook was new—well, not really new, but you’d have to turn him down if he were to ask your hand in marriage. You were definitely not ready because the two of you had just agreed to try this relationship again.

“What the fuck is that? It better be a ring pop,” you implored. He slowly shook his head, beaming a smile from ear to ear. You repeated ‘no’ under your breath, shaking your head.

“You don’t even know what it is.”

“Oh—I know what it is!”

Jungkook leaned over on his knee toward you. “Okay, so tell me.”

“It’s—it’s the ring that I couldn’t stop talking about. Why do you have it?”

He giggled at how cute and flustered you had become. “For once, you’re wrong.”

“I’m never wrong,” you huffed.

He stood, making his way to you, lifting your chin with his index finger. He stared deeply into your eyes. “You are completely and utterly wrong.”

You pouted and crossed your arms. “Prove it.”

Jungkook sighed at how stubborn you were. He opened the blue velvet box, and it was not the ring you had envisioned. “It’s a promise ring.” Because it was the ring that complimented the engagement set.

You visibly gulped, and there was a sense of relief. “A promise ring?”

He nodded. “You are everything I could ever want and more. It’s always been you, and there’s gonna be no one else for me. You are worth walking through hell and back, and considering we’ve done that already—I’d do it again if I had to, but please, please—I don’t want to do it again,” he pleaded, making you smile. “If you’ll let me, I want to love you and show you I’m worthy of your love every day for the rest of my life.”

You found yourself grinning from ear to ear, loving his little declaration of love. You moved closer to him, looking at the ring and then at him. “I want to make this right—us. I was wrong for not fighting for you—for us, and I don’t want to make that mistake again.”

He pulled the ring from the box, grabbed your left hand, and placed the piece of jewelry on your finger. “We’re in this together—you and me.”

You glanced at the ring, smiling at how pretty it looked on your finger. “You and me.”

A lot has happened in the last 24 hours—you flew to LA, had your meeting, and rekindled your relationship with Jungkook. The last thing wasn’t anything you expected, but it became the silver lining to this short trip you were dreading in the first place.

The pair of you couldn’t stop smiling and giggling in the elevator up to your hotel room–mind you, you’d kept your distance from him the entire night, but it was becoming pure and complete utter torture.

Your time in LA was already coming to an end, and everything in you wanted to just leave your life behind and stay, but you had to resist; you had to fight it—at least for now.

“So,” you trailed off, unsure what to say to him.

“So,” he repeated, leaning next to your door.

You both smiled and laughed at the tension filling the hallway.

“Do you,” you paused to think through your words, “want to come in until I have to leave?” This was a good boundary, you thought–just until you had to leave for the airport.

Jungkook licked his lips, flipping his lip ring back and forth with his tongue. His eyes explored your face before landing on your lips. “I’d love to, but we know if I do, then you won't get anything packed, and you’ll for sure miss your flight.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes, and playfully smacked his chest. “I have no idea what you’re alluding to, mister.”

But you fucking knew and wanted it too.

He eliminated the distance between you, slowly caging you against the door. You closed your eyes when he gently caressed your cheek with the pad of his thumb. You had forgotten how much you had missed his touch—your body was glowing inside, illuminated from the top of your head to the tip of your toes. You wanted nothing but to savor this moment—a moment you thought ceased to exist, a moment you thought only existed in your reveries.

The tiny hairs on your skin, tingling, standing on their end in anticipation of an expected kiss. All this tension was killing you softly.

His other hand snaked around the nape of your neck, pulling you even closer. Your eyes fluttered open, watching his lips part, his breaths slowing down, and you were trying to remember if they were still soft and had the faintest taste of strawberry. And you wanted to gently tug on that silver piece of jewelry and hear him whine because of it. 

Your stomach somersaults like there’s a gymnast going for the gold for the floor exercise when his body brushes against yours. The twitch in his black sweats is what really makes you melt and clench around nothing. It's been far too long since you've been touched, and he was the only one that could bring you pleasure.

“Can I kiss you?” His eyes are desperately darting back and forth between yours, waiting for your okay.

“Please,” you pleaded, almost inaudible if he wasn't so close.

He doesn’t go right in like you expected. He took his time, both hands cupping your face and your hands gripping his tiny waist like nothing had ever stopped between the two of you. The tip of his nose nudged yours, his lips lightly feathering across the top of your lips—not going in just yet. His warm hot breath fans the ever-growing desire within you. It was thrilling for him to rediscover everything he loved about you.

You closed your eyes in excitement, scrunching the bottom of his shirt in your hands. You slightly tugged on it, wanting him to hurry and just fucking kiss you already. You had never known him to be so careful, so gentle.

He giggled at your frustration. “I thought we were taking things slow.”

You deadpanned. “It’s too slow,” you whined, trying to reach for his lips, but he pulled back. “I thought you wanted to kiss me?”

Jungkook flashed a soft smile, his dimple on display. “I do.”

“Then shut up and do it already,” you pouted. You couldn't handle the teasing between you anymore. You wanted to make up for everything lost within the last year. If you had all the time in the world, you’d want him to do anything and everything to you, but that day would have to wait.

He tilted his head and leaned in; his nose nuzzled into the side of your face, and the deep yearning you’d hidden inside was released as his lips finally found yours. Lips on lips delicately caressing and wandering like the two of you were in a drought, in desperate search of food and water.

You gently nipped on his bottom lip, lightly pulling on his ring before kissing the side of his mouth. He grinned, thinking he’d get you back for that, not today but soon. Your hands traced the curves of his body, causing him to press himself further into you. The evident erection in his sweats tells you how much he was enjoying this too.

The kiss became heated and fervent, like an all-consuming fire taking everything in its path. Your hands are placed on his toned chest, holding on for dear life as he presses you against the door, breathing life back into you like your life depends on it.

You pulled back, gasping for air, but he leaned in, wanting just a bit more. You’re intoxicating, and he’s greedy. He’s a man starved from your touch and kisses. There’s no way he’ll ever let you go again. He’d fight for you until his very last breath.

Your arms drape around his neck, your fingers twirling and tugging at the ends of his long hair. You deepen the kiss, your warm tongue nipping at his mouth, begging for more access to him. Kissing isn't enough anymore. You needed him—all of him. To rediscover his deepest desires, wants, and needs was the only job you wanted right now.

Jungkook withdrew from your kiss. “You have to pack.”

You took a moment to catch your breath. “Or you can come inside and help me pack.” You moved in again for another kiss, but he resisted.

“I would love that, but…” he trailed off, letting the desire within subside.

Your lips thinned. “But then we wouldn’t be taking it slow, would we?” He nods. “I should pack.”

He leaned in to quickly give you a peck on the lips. “Mm, you should.”

Your shoulders slump, and you tilt your head against the door. “But I don’t want to.”

“But you have to.” You groaned and stomped your feet like baby Indie. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Not soon enough.”

bonus (jk pov - hotel)

“Sorry, I got here early, but some lady was taking forever to get her luggage,” the driver said as Jungkook’s colleague opened the door.

"You coming?" His colleague asked from inside the car.

"...uh, you go on without me. I left my phone inside. I'll catch an Uber."

His colleague shrugged and shut the door behind him before the car took off. Jungkook stood before the hotel's entrance, unsure whether to enter or just leave.

He thought he saw you while waiting outside the restaurant, but he figured it was just his eyes playing tricks on him. Even if it was really you, he wasn't sure he was ready to face you, let alone know what to say. He abruptly left without explaining his actions. He didn't think when he did it, which was a stupid, rash decision he later regretted. He couldn't bear the heartache of being so close to you.

The plan was to get as far away as possible so he could forget, but the problem was that he couldn't. You were the love of his life (yes, even at the tender age of 25). He had no desire for anyone else. Even when gorgeous women were flinging themselves at him in this new city. He wasn't concerned with them because they weren't you.

Everything made him think of you. From peonies to hot tubs and even bowling. He'd go back and say goodbye if he could. He despised the way things ended.

Before he knew it, his foot had stepped past the sliding glass door, heading in, unsure of where even to begin. He began his search as he walked through the lobby, peering at the reception desk. 

He noticed a woman standing at the counter. Maybe your hair had grown out. Approaching the woman, he tapped them on the shoulder. "Noona..."

When the woman turned around, Jungkook quickly apologized before returning and going on the hunt for you. You may have already gone to your room, but he wasn't about to give up so easily. He'd be sorry if he missed you by a millisecond. Could his eyes be deceiving him? Maybe he didn't see you just standing there. Maybe he missed you so much that he imagined everything.

He told himself he'd look for ten minutes before giving up and going home. He walked around the lobby, past the reception desk, down the hallway, and even took the elevator up a few floors before returning down.

He was sure the workers thought he was creeping around and wouldn't be surprised if they had called security. He only had a few minutes before calling it quits and heading home. He walked past the restaurant he was just at, then took a few steps back.

What if you had gone to get a drink?

It didn't take long for him to notice you sitting alone at the bar, waving the bartender down to order. His eyes were not deceiving him; he was not insane.

It was you. 

You were absolutely stunning, he thought. Even after a year apart, you’d become more beautiful than ever. He needed a moment to take you all in because he didn’t think he’d ever see you again—here in LA.

Every heartbeat was like a metronome, keeping in sync with every step he took toward you. He drew a deep breath and closed his eyes as he stood behind you, his mind racing with the right words—what would he say after a year?

“Is this seat taken?”

Fuck—if he could, he’d punch himself. He could’ve come up with something better.

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i love you, i love you (it’s disgusting)

frat hasan + "Wait a minute. Are you jealous?" &

"Don't go on that date." "Why?" "You know why."

"Say it."

or: no one is asking for hasan fics. in fact, they get the least amount of engagement however i am currently obsessed with him, so i will continue to write my self indulgent fics

angst, idiots in love, over use of the word princess

your hands shook as you tried to pin earrings to your ears.

you try and ignore it.

music thumps downstairs, your roommate and best friend, hasan, was throwing a small get together with some friends from class. Insisted you came until he finally pulled out of you that there was a date for tonight.

you try not to think of how sad his eyes looked, or how he got so quiet, or how he played with the sleeves on his shirt as he spoke, quietly: "a date? they're lucky. I hope they know that."

And at the time, when he says it, you roll your eyes-hasan is your best fucking friend of course he says that, doesn't think he means it, some social obligation to say that.

Time is closing in on you, and you have about five minutes to say goodbye to everyone and get in your car before you'll officially be running late, and you're already so nervous for this date, this guy you met on a dating app, trying to push down all the thoughts you have on all the dateline segments you could be a part of as you walk down the stairs-

"Hey!" He stands up a little straighter when you walk down the stairs, ignoring the low whistling and compliments your friends throw at you, "Not too late. We're playing beer pong and I need my partner! C'mon."

"You'll be fine without me, hasan. I believe in you." You laugh, know the nervous is oozing off of you, you just have to get out of here as soon as possible-

he drags his feet to the kitchen, almost sulking before he speaks again

"Need help?" He calls gently over the island, sets his warm beer on the counter top and drags his feet to you. A tradition, your neck always has the necklace he bought you when you both got accepted to the same college around your neck-but you can never get it clasped by yourself, always need his expert help, his fingers, to gently loop it around your neck-

He spins you around gently, takes the necklace out of your palm and expertly claps it around your neck, lets it hang perfectly on your chest-

your about to turn around, leave, before you talk yourself out of it, when hasan's voice is in your ear:

"You don't have to go."

You flip around, eyes narrowed, and you ignore how he's shrinking, shoulders in on themselves as he plays with his beanie, tucking hair behind his ear-

"Wait a minute-" You're smirking, "Are you jealous?"

He snorts, "Get real. C'mon-"

"No, no." The smile doesn't leave your face, "You're jealous. Say it, hasan."

His face is red and he rolls his eyes, "I am not jealous. I just think Thursday dates are idiotic. And at a bowling alley? Get real. You hate bowling."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were jealous." You tease, a smirk on your lips.

He rolls his eyes again, and there's silence for a beat, not the normal between the two of you, usually never shut up when you're both in each other's presence-

"I have to go, l'm about ten seconds from being late-"

You turn, and his hand is on your shoulder, makes you turn around slowly, and his voice is so low it's hard to hear over the music.

"Don't go on that date."

"Why？

"You know why, princess"" He rolls his eyes.

You bite your lip as you look at him. "Say it. Say it, hasan."

He looks at you, in your eyes, and the idea of losing his best friend terrifies him-the reason he's at this school, why he's gotten this far in life-

"Beause-" He sighs, looks over his shoulder at his group of friends behind him, turns to you again,

"Because I'll lose my beer pong partner tonight?"

It comes out a question, not a statement, and you pray he doesn't see how your shoulders drop, how much that hurt to just be a beer pong partner, not the nights you two spent on projects-in completely different majors but poured over books next to each other, hands lightly touching as you two reach for snacks or pens, or how you can see out of the corner of your eye as he keeps looking up at you as you read, a smile on his face as he looks back down, flips the page.

you shake your head, roll your eyes, "That's not even worth a response, you dick."

And slam the door in his face, having to pull over down the road so you can fix your smeared make up from crying, all these nights when you were too drunk to get to your bed, him equally drunk, offering his bed, doesn't want to overstep boundaries, sleeps on the floor next to his own bed, waking up in the middle of the night with his hand outstretched as if he fell asleep reaching for your hand-how you were so close to saying something this whole time, how excited you were that it seemed like he was finally going to-

you don't see your phone blowing up, him begging you to come home, give him a chance, let him speak, to meet at your shared spot with him-

the date is a no show.

This isn't necessarily unexpected, because he was flaky at best, and creepy at worse, but you're thinking of an elaborate lie to tell your friends, how perfect this date went, as you spent most of your night at an empty ice cream shop down the way, feeling sorry for yourself over a cup of ice cream-

the lights in the house are off, expect the kitchen, and expect it's just because the party moved downstairs and someone forgot to turn the lights off

you kick your shoes off at the door gently, hang the keys up by the door-happy to be home, make a promise to yourself to delete the dating apps and stay single when you get to your room-

you look up and hasan is standing in the doorframe to the kitchen.

You stare at him, not giving him the satisfaction of talking first, and he catches on quickly, speaks first:

"I was a dick." He finally says.

"Yeah," You snort, "You were."

He nods, "Give me another chance. Let me prove-" He shakes his head, licks his lips, "Let me try again."

You sigh, emotionally exhausted from this day, and not really in the mood for this, but he says please again, and he sounds so pathetic you finally nod, let him walk into the room, grab your hand (you ignore the butterflies it gives you) leads you to the couch in the front room, sets you down on the couch, and, still holding your hand, pulls the table closer to the couch, sits on the edge of the table.

"I didn't want you to go on that date," He says gently, in a whisper, "Because I'm an idiot who's in love with their best friend, but too big of an idiot to say anything."

And you knew this. Like, you both did, but hearing the other say it is terrifying-

"Hasan-"

"-And I didn't want you to go on that date," He continues, "Because it hurts to see you go on these dates with these dicks. You deserve better. and I-I'm asking for a chance to show you-"

"hasan-" You try again, but hasan can't shut himself up,

"A-And I love you, and I mean it, and I should ve just tucking said it-"

You lean in, hand on the side of his jaw and pull him closer to you, lips clashing into eachother-

"hasan," You pull away, "Shut the fuck up."

He smirks now, "Didn't think it would take me rambling for you to finally kiss me, princess"

And you roll your eyes, face red, and he says:

"Again." And pulls you in for another kiss.

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