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uchihabbynic · 1 year

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Trafalgar Law x Crewmate! Fem Reader - Caught

Warning: NSFW, porn with v minimal plot, (m) self pleasuring, Law is forever a mess with his emotions but we love to see it 🤧 🖤

As the journey to Wano Country drew near, Law allowed his crew to indulge in a bit of fun to reset and recharge before their next voyage. Lately, Law had been so frazzled in your presence, letting the taboo that is his crush consume him in ways he wasn't accustomed to. Women were usually a non factor for the Captain of the Heart Pirates but he’d known you for quite some time now and you were practically his right hand; A position that wasn’t to be taken lightly and not easily given.

The level of trust the Captain had in you was unmatched and everyone around the two of you could see the vastly different ways Law interacted with you vs. the rest of the crew. Some would chalk it up to longtime friendship, but his crew knew him better than anyone and could easily see through the lingering stares, the gentle but unnecessary touches - even the way in which Law spoke with much more care towards you. Granted, this had only been a recent occurrence but he wasn’t nearly as sneaky with his feelings as he thought he was.

The icing on top of the cake was when a pipe leak was discovered in your sleeping quarters and Law didn’t hesitate to offer up his bedroom - just temporarily, of course. When the suggestion was made in front of the crew, you happily agreed to stay with him but this didn’t come without the snickers and giggles from the other crew mates; Bepo being the ringleader. Law roared at his subordinates to go make themselves useful as he felt his cheeks rapidly heat up, embarrassed that your shared proximity had turned his loyal steadfast crew into an all out circus of hoots and hollers.

This was already coming off of Law feeling unlike himself all week. It was bad enough that he began to think about you in every decision that he made - every time he managed to lay his head on his pillow and even the moment he opened his eyes in the early hours of the morning, you were his first and last thoughts. But, just 3 days prior to you moving into Law’s bedroom, he could have sworn he heard the faint cries of his name roll off your sweet tongue between the cold, metal walls separating your quarters from his.

At first, he was sure it was a dream after having nodded out with his face in a book but those faint, melodic moans were oh so real and indeed kept him up all night. Trafalgar cursed himself, feeling shameful that he'd begun to look at you differently, think of you … differently; letting the sinful thoughts he normally kept buried in the innermost crevice of his brain, come flying to the forefront of his mind.

Frustrated, Law began to assume you were teasing him on purpose with the way you’d parade around the bedroom with nothing on but his yellow Heart Pirates hoodie that just barely covered the top of your plush thighs. When he first noticed you’d stolen his hoodie one evening before dinner, his mouth practically hit the floor, not expecting to see you wearing his clothes. He felt his heart drop to his ass, eyes shifting nervously when he saw the way your curves stretched the hoodie in all the right places.

Needless to say, the man had been a flustered mess all week.

Fortunately for Law, you decided to join the rest of the crew for a night out at a local tavern giving him the time and space needed to recompose himself. He was a Captain and your respected leader. What did he look like indulging in perverted childlike fantasies?

At least, that’s what he tried to tell himself.

As you were preparing to go out for the evening, Law stepped outside your shared quarters to give you the privacy you needed to get dressed, however; when you made your grand outfit reveal, the Captain swallowed harshly - throat feeling painfully dry and constricted. You practically knocked the air from his lungs when he saw the way in which the ribbed bodycon material clung to your hips or even the way your cleavage spilled out the front - only to be contained by thin straps that hung off the shoulder.

“You’re going out wearing that?” Law frowned, examining you from head to toe, awkwardly clearing his throat, realizing that his question came off way more forward and controlling than he intended for it to.

“Mhm.” you responded casually as you ran your fingers through your freshly curled hair.

“Something wrong with my outfit?” you asked back, slightly annoyed at Law’s tone as you turned to face him, letting him get an even clearer view of your fit.

Law immediately shifted his head to the floor, hiding his eyes under the brim of his hat. How stupid! He thought to himself.

“Course not. I-” Law stumbled over his words trying to make sense of what he meant to say, in a futile attempt to not make an even bigger fool of himself. “Bars can be unsafe you know, just … be careful is all.” Law managed as he regained his stoic demeanor.

“Thanks, Dad-” you said sarcastically, but instantly covered your mouth at the snippy comment that flew out at your superior without even a second thought. “I mean, Captain.” you quickly corrected yourself, nervous that you’d be scolded for being a smartass.

Law’s words got caught in his throat as the nickname dripped from your tongue. His mind was clearly in the gutter so much so, he glossed over the fact that you were being a bit too sassy for his liking. Law just grumbled and made his way to his desk, burying himself into his studies, the way one always does on a Friday night if you’re Trafalgar Law.

As much as he convinced himself that this was about your safety, a nagging, intrusive voice in the back of his head decided to surface.

What if someone else had caught your attention?

With the way you looked in your dress, there was no way that other men wouldn’t take notice and that didn’t sit right with Law. He wasn’t your boyfriend so what could he really say or do besides sulk and drown in his own pity that he wasn't man enough to ask you out himself and accompany you to the tavern.

12:30am struck the clock and Law had been alone, isolated in his bedroom for some time now. Hunched over his desk with only a small warm-hued lamp to provide light; there were papers, highlighters and books scattered about as this was certainly not an unusual scene for the Doctor. Gray irises slowly disappeared under tired, heavy lids as he found himself zoning out more than usual.

As he leaned back in his desk chair for a break, his mind took a sudden turn. Sounds of your needy whimpers and cries rang out in Trafalgar’s ears, replaying the way you desperately called out his name a few nights prior. Law could feel the room closing in on him. His button up shirt felt a bit hot and his signature spotted jeans felt more constricted than usual. With a quick glance down, it was evident that he’d gotten turned on from the thought of your fingers being knuckles deep inside of your sweet cunt, pleasuring yourself, mere feet away from his bedroom.

Law sat back and exhaled deeply trying to calm himself and the primal urges he often suppressed. However, he’d been so overstimulated; truly drunk off you these past few days that he needed to relieve this pent up stress. It was slowly bubbling for days to come, often having been ignored, but the way his cock was now painfully pushing against the rough fabric of his jeans, Law knew something needed to be done.

Just one time wouldn’t hurt.

Law decided to peek over at the clock once more. He knew that the crew would be out for at least 30 minutes more and figured a quick stress reliever would do the trick.

The Doctor fumbled with the zipper on his jeans, instantly shoving them down just far enough to release his strained cock. With a sigh, Law palmed the thick outline of his member, savoring the feeling of the soft cotton providing friction against his swollen tip.

For once, Law completely let himself go as he rested his head back on the comfortable leather pad of his chair. Pulling his cock out completely, he gave it one slow, experimental stroke, hissing from the contact.

He immediately got to work, spitting on his hand and placing firm tattooed fingers around the base of his cock, stroking himself at a steady pace as he thought about you being on your knees in front of him in that pretty little dress you wore out tonight. How sweet it would be for those luscious lips to be wrapped around the tip of his cock, suckling with such force and intent that his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

Law’s breathing began to increase and quiet grunts left his lips as he let his head lull backwards, eyes squeezed shut and jaw slack, fully embracing this much needed alone time. Law wrapped his fingers around his cock a bit tighter as he picked up the pace, fucking himself with his hand. Images of your mascara-run tear stained face filled his mind as he envisioned that his warm, wet hand was your mouth sucking and slurping fervently as he shoved himself down your throat.

“Fuck … keep going, love. Just like that.” He panted out, desperate whines finding their way past his slightly chapped lips. Law’s chest heaved as he began pumping faster, bringing himself closer to his release.

“God, Y/N-ya, you suck this cock so well …” The words sensually left his mouth with each pump.

Wet squelching sounds bounced off the metal walls as Law mindlessly fucked his hand, wishing it was your sweet mouth. He so desperately wanted to shove his cock down your throat, mercilessly fucking your face and release his creamy seed all over your delicious tits.

His vision began to blur as he found himself on the edge of his orgasm, mindlessly using his other hand to fondle his balls, tugging gently while simultaneously focusing on the tip. The pleasure was overwhelming and Law knew he wouldn’t last much longer. It wasn’t often he relieved himself so he knew the load would be massive.

The pornographic sounds of his pleasure echoed in the metal room as he struggled to keep his grunts under wraps. Your name now tumbling from his lips like a wicked chant with every pump. Beads of sweat gathered around his hairline, causing some of his jet black locks to stick to the sides of his face. With just a few pumps left, he knew that his hand would soon be filled with his milky essence.

As Law brought himself to the cusp of orgasm, there was suddenly a knock at the door causing him to be distracted from his last few strokes. Startled, he released the grip on his cock but it started to involuntarily twitch, spurting tons of thick cum all over his hand and his lap. Law’s unexpected hands free orgasm hit him so suddenly, his fist flew to his mouth biting down, to ensure there would be no sounds made as he rode out his high.

“O-one moment!” He called out to the guest on the other side of the door, praying that his shaky breath wasn't obvious. Law scowled and scrambled to find tissue underneath the piles of books on his desk, desperate to clean up the evidence of his arousal and pull his pants back up.

As Law hurriedly zipped his jeans, he walked to the door casually, hoping that his delay wouldn’t raise any red flags. To his surprise, you were standing on the other side with a lust blown expression on your face.

“Everything alright?” you asked hesitantly, hoping that the flush on your face would be written off as too much alcohol and not the fact that you’d been listening to Law pleasure himself for the last 10 minutes. Your legs were like jelly, your mind was clouded, and the arousal that pooled between your thighs was fierce as you were sure your ears didn’t deceive you.

“Yes, all good here.” Law managed to keep a composed poker face, now stepping aside to let you inside of your shared bedroom.

“How was your night out? The crew behave themselves?” Law did his best to keep the casual conversation flowing. He was slightly fidgety because he had no idea how long you’d been standing outside of the door before you actually decided to knock.

“Crew was fine.” You said casually, as you stepped inside and examined the bedroom only to spot a balled up tissue left in the corner of Law’s desk.

“How about you? Good evening?” You initially figured it’d be best to play dumb. You knew Law was an anxious man and being put on the spot was something he hated the most but with the performance he just put on, there was no way you’d let an opportunity such as this slip by.

Law plopped down on the bed, rubbing his face, exhausted from the orgasm that washed over him moments before you came in. “Yeah, I uh, caught up on some late night reading … you know how that is.” Law was lying straight through his teeth because why would he admit the truth, right?

Suddenly, you kicked off your heels without saying a single word in response. You slowly brought your body across the bedroom until you were standing directly in front of Law, who now had a confused look on his face.

“You know Captain, if you wanted it … you could have just asked.” You said softly with a small smile. You blamed the alcohol for your boldness as you forcefully gripped the front of Law’s muscular shoulders and pushed him on his back.

Law’s eyes practically bulged out of his head, a look of pure horror ran across his face as he began to put two and two together.

You heard. You heard everything.

As Law tried to process a million emotions a minute; embarrassment, shame, guilt, all at once - suddenly a look of calm caressed his features. Eerily calm. He realized that he was exposed and that there was nothing he could do to deny this so he in fact, decided to play along. A sly smirk grazed his lips.

“Y/N-ya…” the deep, gruff tone in his voice sent shivers down your spine as you listened to him say your name with so much lust and desire.

“Yes, Captain?” you said sweetly and batted your eyes innocently as you began to crawl onto his lap, straddling him in your tiny dress, red lacy thong peeking through.

“Show me exactly what you were doing in your room the other night…” Law demanded, his voice sounding sexy and smooth like silk as he looked up directly into your eyes.

“And don’t you dare play dumb with me…”

tags: @jordyn-degas @unsuretater-simp 🖤

#trafalgar law #trafalgar law smut #law smut #trafalgar law one shot #trafalgar law x reader #law x reader #one piece one shot #heart pirates

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creedslove · 9 months

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MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥- PART TWO

No outbreak!Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: when Joel finds out even his brother is settling down, he decides to go after you and try to be happy with the woman of his dreams: you 💞

(This is the second part of the story MEANT TO BE ❤️‍🔥 )

Warnings: angst, sad!joel, arguments, love sick puppy!joel, fluff, happy ending, two stubborn idiots in love

A/N: Hi besties!! I know it took a little longer for this part to come out but here it is! I hope you all enjoy it and forgive me angsty besties but I cannot give our husband Joel a sad ending 🤧 he deserves to be happy!

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Joel knew jealousy was an ugly feeling, no matter the reason that caused it - if he felt jealous of his partner, or if he felt jealous of his things because he didn't like to share or when jealousy was just an euphemism for envy whenever someone got something he desired and couldn't have. It was a human feeling, he knew people were bound to feel that way and it was alright, as long as it didn't harm anyone, everybody eventually had one of these feelings here and there, as it was also popular knowledge we can't control our feelings.

Yet, he still felt pretty bad when he realized he was jealous of his brother, when Tommy broke the news to Joel he was going to be a dad.

Tommy was the kind of man who seemed to refuse to grow up, he was hard-working of course, no one could say anything at all about that, but when it came to his personal life, he acted like a thirty-something year old man child. Girlfriends would come and go, he often got himself into trouble, having to hide away or something, eventually fighting angry boyfriends and a husband or two when they found the younger Miller had his filthy hands on their women. Perhaps watching his older brother having to mature so young after getting his girlfriend pregnant, getting married just to be abandoned with a baby to raise on his own made Tommy feel the need to enjoy his life before shit got serious just like it happened to Joel, but a part of him knew that maybe he should be more like his older brother, more responsible with his love affairs, more committed to the girls he liked, just like Joel often thought that perhaps he should be the more like his younger brother, relax and enjoy life now that his daughter was in college, and Joel had more time to himself. Neither of them would admit it though.

Joel stared at his brother, who was sitting on the couch across from him. Resting his elbows on his thigh and face buried between hands, taking a deep breath before he could think of anything else to say.

Tommy was going to be a father. He'd found out about it the day before, when his girlfriend, Maria, came desperately to the small office downtown Joel had recently rented to be the headquarter of their construction business, a place where they could manage the red tape by storing documents, hiring someone to take phone calls and organize a working schedule. Joel is hardly ever there, he is usually out doing the actual business, but his little brother used to be there more frequently.

So he got pretty shocked when Maria barged in with a bunch of pregnancy tests - all positive plus another blood one. And in the blink of an eye, it seemed Tommy would have to become the responsible brother from that moment on.

"So what's your plan Tommy? You're gonna be a dad, are you even marrying the girl or what?"

"I-I was hoping to stick around with Maria for a few months…"

Joel snorted, he had let his brother 'stick around' for a few months just before he could get settled and that was when Sarah was in highschool.

"Yeah? And then what? When the kid is born, where are you putting the crib? In the garage? Cause we ain't got no space, Tommy!" Joel saw how Tommy's face fell, he felt angry because he knew his brother had potential, but god, it infuriated Joel when Tommy thought his older brother would be able to handle everything for him.

On the other hand, Tommy he'd been next to Joel all along through the most challenging task of raising his daughter, and even if his brother was laid-back, he had to help him.

The older Miller took a real long breath and looked at Tommy's scared eyes

"I'll help you Tommy"

Joel didn't remember the last time his brother hugged him, it was probably when they were kids, but Tommy did hug his older brother, so thankful to know his brother would offer him help.

"Hey bro…" Tommy said with a relieved smile, looking at Joel "you help me out and I help you out: Y/N is back in town for good… apparently she quit or was fired or whatever, and she's staying at her grandma's and she is working downtown… next to our office" he winked and left.

And that information was what made Joel's jealousy spike even more. He was jealous of his brother, because Joel was the one who wanted to become a father again, he wanted to have you come to him and break the news, he wanted you to be carrying his baby, having to move in together, get married and raise your baby Miller together. He wanted all of those things with you, because his heart ached for you, for your touch, especially for the past month, he couldn't simply get your visit out of his mind. He replayed that night over and over, thinking of what he could've done to make you stay, he'd been in love with you and that was no secret at all, but he'd made you go away because he thought he was doing the right thing for you. He thought that by making you chase after your dream, you'd be happier, because he always loved how intelligent and strong you were and how you would definitely reach your goals if nothing held you back. He just assumed you'd be better off without him, without being trapped in that normal, simple suburban life and maybe he was right, maybe you were better off, making money and working in a job you loved, but god knew he missed you, he craved you, your presence, your touch, the way he obsessively kept the watch you'd kinda gifted him on his wrist all the time, or how he found himself unable to throw away the delicate, colorful paper bag you'd brought in his cupcakes. Sometimes he thought he was going mad, but in reality, he was just broken hearted to have let his happiness escape like grains of sand through his fingers.

That night, Tommy decided to take Maria out for dinner, they were both over the moon to know Joel would help them for the next few months, allowing them to stay in the house. Whenever Sarah came to visit from college, then they'd have to rearrange some things, and his heart weighed in his chest to know you would've been the first one to assure Joel he was doing the right thing and that even if things were a little crowded in the house, your place in his bed would be there. Tommy had invited Joel to go with them, but he declined, he definitely didn't want to be a third wheel during such a special moment in his little brother's life and also the fact he wasn't just good company, Joel was upset and quiet, as he couldn't stop thinking about what Tommy had told him: you were back, for good.

That fed his silly heart with hopes, knowing you were back in town, no fancy job between the two of you and as much as he wanted you to succeed, if things didn't work professionally for whatever reason, maybe you could still be happy when it came to love? However, you hadn't got in touch with him, so maybe, it meant you didn't want him anymore? If that was the case, you wouldn't have showed up at his birthday, would you?

Joel had so many unanswered questions and he didn't want to be trapped inside his mind, so he gathered the courage he needed, grabbed his truck keys and decided to drive to your place. He was going to see you.

You helped your grandma get comfortable in bed and smiled at her, she was getting weaker each day and it was difficult to watch it without being able to do anything about it and pretend it isn't affecting you that much. You'd been back in town after being fired from your job and it felt kind of a relief if you were going to be honest with yourself. It paid well, but it also took away your mental health in the months you'd been away, combined with the heartbreak after your break up, you could say you had been through one of the worst times of your life. Not that things were great now that your grandmother had fallen ill, but at least you were home, you had found another job at a small publisher downtown, similar to the one you had, but the demands weren't as stressful and the environment wasn't toxic, which comforted you. The money wasn't as much, but you couldn't complain, and once you moved into your grandma's you were already saving up with rent, at the same time she would be assisted in case of an emergency. It broke your heart to know lately she'd been asking you a lot about Joel and also giving you the talk about the importance of finding love in life and not being alone, you knew deep inside it was because she feared dying before seeing you happy with someone she really hoped it would be Joel.

You placed the blanket over your grandmother and wished her a good night of sleep, but you felt her grip on your wrist before you could walk away.

"Have you talked to him?" She asked in her tired voice

"You mean Joel? No grandma, I haven't.. not since his birthday, at least… why?"

"Because you love each other and it's just stupid how the two of you try to deny it" she grunted "I just want you to be happy, and I know you will find happiness next to Joel, he's the right man for you.."

"Grandma I-" you frowned as you were cut off by the doorbell, finding it odd someone would show up at that hour but excused yourself, relieved to have a distraction and not having to discuss that subject with your grandmother.

You ran downstairs curious to see who would possibly be knocking and also getting ready to ditch them, when you opened the door and got surprised to find Joel standing there. He cleared his throat, scratching the back of his neck, looking visibly shy to be there

"Joel? Did something happen?" You asked worriedly and saw he shook his head

"Not really, I just want to talk to you… may I come in?" He asked politely but took a step further even before you could give him permission, so you just opened space and closed the door behind him, welcoming him into the living room and offering a place to sit, but he refused

"I need to talk to you, Y/N and I will get straight to the point: I love you, I always have and I'm sure I always will. Making you go away was a huge mistake, I thought I would do something good for you, I thought it would help you to leave me and get yourself a nice job, so you wouldn't be trapped with me, I want you to have the world, and I'll give you everything I can, even if you deserve more…"

"What the fuck are you talking about, Joel? You said yourself I was just an adventure to you and nothing else! You said you would never have a family with me, you told me you were just excited by the fact I was younger but you were tired of me" you immediately replied, you could feel the anger building up inside of you, how dare he break your heart, shatter it to pieces only to come back a few months later with a puppy face and say he wanted you back.

"That was all bullshit, you don't get that? I knew that if I just tried breaking up with you, you wouldn't take it, you're stubborn and fierce and you would have fought for us, so if you thought that maybe I didn't love you like you loved me, maybe you'd go after your dreams…"

"Who did you think you were to try and decide what was best for me? You thought I would've chosen money? What do you take me for? A snotty little rich girl? Fuck you Joel, you broke my heart, you treated me like shit and now you want to convince me I wasn't just some fuck for you?"

"I bought you a fucking ring, Y/N, a ring! I was ready to propose to you, what do you want to believe in me? Want me to get on my fucking knees and propose to you now? Because I can fucking do it!" He raised his voice, losing his temper with you. Joel often loved how fierce you were, but now was certainly not the occasion.

"Fuck you and your ring, Joel! I don't want either of you" you spat at him, angry tears pooling in your eyes at how disturbed the argument with him left you.

"W-what?" He asked after some time, it took him a few seconds for your words to sink in, his eyes were big and hopeful, and you hated yourself to see you were hurting him, at the same time you couldn't help a petty feeling take over your senses and the need of hurting him overshadowed you.

"You heard me, get out Joel. You and I are done, you said I was just an adventure to you, but maybe you were just an adventure to me, maybe I was just into the thrill of having the attention of an older guy and now the thrill is gone…"

You looked down ashamed to stare at him in the eyes, because you knew if you watched them fill with tears you'd get on your knees and beg him for forgiveness. Just like when Joel broke up with you and he turned his back waiting for you to leave, you did the same, incapable of facing him.

The man walked out the door defeated, Joel grew up in a time where he was taught men shouldn't cry, but goddamn it felt hard not to. He'd been crushed by your words, the woman he loved, and there it was: the rejection he thought wouldn't come. Joel had a box with an engagement ring in his pocket and a broken heart in his chest.

He was about to get inside his truck when he heard his name. At first he was sure it was just his mind playing tricks, but when he heard your voice calling him again, he turned around, blinking away his tears so you wouldn't see them and raised his eyebrow, wondering what you could possibly want. Another round of insults and humiliation? But instead, he was taken aback by your arms wrapping around his waist the moment you buried yourself into his chest. You clung to him as you sobbed, your grip tight around him, as you mumbled apologies and other things he couldn't quite comprehend. He looked down at you without moving for a few seconds, until he gave in and finally wrapped his arms around you too, holding you as tight as you held him.

He rubbed your back up and down and cooed at you, trying to get you to calm down.

"I-I'm so sorry Joel, I really am… I was horrible to you, I was so mean and cruel to you, I wanted to hurt you like you had hurt me, I didn't mean any of it" you said all at once without even managing to breathe.

He kept silent, watching your crying face and had an insight of what having a child with you would be like - a baby girl, who would have the same beautiful eyes glistening with tears whenever something bothered her.

His thumb went for your cheek, caressing it gently at the same time it wiped your tears.

"I understand if you don't want to forgive me, Joel, but I swear I didn't mean anything I said, you love me don't you?" You whispered as your hand stroked his face "I love you too Joel, you could never be just an adventure, you're the love of my life, I'm sure of it" You confessed, still feeling the guilt of hurting him stabbing you like a hundred knives.

You got on the tip of your toes and gently pecked his lips, your hands holding his face between your grip as his hands went for your hips, holding your body against his as he deepened the kiss. Joel was confused, he was upset, angry, relieved all of that mixed up, but above all, he was feeling hungry. Hungry for you.

You could've spent the whole night lost in his arms, feeling his lips against yours, having missed them so much, but eventually, you two broke the kiss. You watched the man with anxiety and anticipation, he was still silent and it was unnerving.

Joel placed his hand into his pocket and found the box, getting on his knees in front of you and displaying the ring he'd bought nearly a year ago. It wasn't expensive, it was all he could afford, but he knew that if you meant your apologies, if you meant your love words, you wouldn't care about it at all.

You, on the other hand, felt your heart skipping a beat the moment you saw Joel falling onto his knees right in front of you and showing you the ring. You didn't even understand why Joel kept saying it was a cheap ring, when in reality it was the most beautiful ring you'd ever seen, you gasped and bit your lips, unable to find any words.

"Marry me…" it wasn't a question, it was a plea, you could read it in his eyes, Joel needed you as much as you needed him.

"Yes, of course I'll marry you Joel" you told him, getting on your knees in front of him, kissing his lips and shaking softly, but being immediately engulfed in his arms.

Joel put the ring on your finger and you chuckled, kissing him again.

You two were meant to be and there was no way of fighting that.

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A/N: can Joel Miller propose to me right now please? 😭

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sungbeam · 1 year

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𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒!

HEY !! HEY YOU, YEAH YOU!! remember to give these authors and the fics all the love they deserve! if u liked what u read, reblog it or comment or send in an ask !! cool, ty <3

a/n: hihi everyone! again, i wanted to extend my appreciation to all my fellow writers with this post (ik it's not a lot compared to how much all y'all do 😔), but if you'd like more fic recs, pls do check out my other blog @luv-beam!

**NOTE: lol 🤡 i do apologize if my bias(es) show per group !! i love every member of every group but some rot my brain a little more than others 🤧😭 i also haven't done a lot of reading lately ,,, this is an accumulation of like three months

NCT

his same, old, safe bet (jeong jaehyun) — @jaehunnyy

not finished just yet but it's off to a brilliant start !! we love yn's "bitch who r u" attitude toward jae lmaoo

swiper no swiping (lee donghyuck) — @/xosimo (linked my rb bc they deactivated 😭)

I WAS SWOOOOONING like omg hyuck is so attractive pls and just the unfolding of events and the build up? yes.

inevitable (na jaemin) — @korijime

dude the vibes r so immaculate in this piece, like the soft sort of atmosphere and the low-key confession style mwah

SVT

11:23pm (kwon soonyoung) — @xuhuihuis / @.maiademia

okay i admit i'm a little obsessed w this (maybe cuz it was my request so i must promote) but it was also written so well and hoshi is so nOm

love on the air (hong jisoo) — @suhnshinehaos

joshua hong 😔✨ ugh such a romantic,, both of them r two idiots in love but isn't that one of the best tropes?

pocket money (choi seungcheol) — @ethereal-engene

found this realistic in a good way!! cheol would be so cute all flustered and he *would* catch non-carat eyes too no doubt 👀👀

the way seventeen breaks your heart (performance unit) — @moonsolie

broke my heart </3 into seventeen+ pieces </3 if i love angst, then this was my ride or die

i less than three you (xu minghao) — @junshine (they deactivated unfortunately :( but i'll link my reblog!)

although op deactivated, pls do continue to read and enjoy their work :') it was so well written and i loved it so much

"i'm here. it's ok. you can cry. i've got you." (kwon soonyoung) — @holdinbacksecrets

comfort to the max ; i cannot tell u enough how much i loved this like ,, oh god i found this when i was not in a good spot and it just made me feel ,, seen?

order up (yoon jeonghan) — @leejungchans

my love for trickster jeonghan is thru the roof 😔😭 this was so so cute (and funny watching jeonghan not get the reaction he wanted skcjdj)

vernon heist au (chwe hansol) — @freakyfriedrice

i LOVED the uncharted movie and to be blessed with this au ?! like dream come true omg i loved this beyond words ; flustered vernon >>>>

TXT : i'm sorry txtblr i was and am in a beomgyu crisis.

nap of a star (choi beomgyu) — @blue-jisungs

omg literally mE WHEN?! (´Д⊂ヽ soft moment to the soundtrack of clownery, my favorite </3 u know u like them gyu õ_ó

8:55pm (choi beomgyu) — @4ure2

dUUDE the imagery in this one? i felt so many things, and this man goes and says this 😔 denial fr but sighs ,, that's love ig

balance game (choi beomgyu) — @yeonjunszn

low-key down bad for this trope, like /bruh/ u like ur best friend?? own it?? ; also this is funny asf even tho beomyn r lichrally dumbasses 🤕🤕

2:37am (choi beomgyu) — @ijhyo

now THIS was simply UNCALLED FOR my heart cannot take this like goodbye. this is all i want.

SKZ

king candy (han jisung) — @petrichor-han

how can i not put this hanji fic on here õ_ó READ IT, it's so cute and a holiday staple for me atp

poisoned fangs (kim seungmin) — @petrichor-han

i have so much to read from rain's m.list and i don't often read like horror-ish things? but i thoroughly enjoyed this one (i also have a weird thing for morbid reads 🤡)

probably up (bang chan) — @loveliestfelix

why we love christopher bang chan (´Д⊂ヽ ugh there was something so warm, mellow, and comfortable about this one and the ambiguity of potential lovers was also super refreshing

6:26pm (bang chan) — @daydreaminskz

i've actually never seen this kind of situation written before, and tbh i'm so here for it like the domesticity and chan being cute as always (i'm sorry but i might have laughed when he fell 😭💀)

10:43am (lee minho) — @cleyellow-wood

i honestly really love how this was written, like there was something abt op's style and the way lino was portrayed as well that hits the spot

tag, you're it (lee felix) — @loveliestfelix

read the warning so u aren't too surprised, but u will still need a box of tissues ; literally sHivers from this one

ENHA : lmao let's not talk abt my jungwon brainrot either 🤡

you're mine (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

em's stuff always makes me like 2489292x more delulu that's a fact like it's short but too sweet i 😔

bookmark (park jongseong) — @crystalsoobin

so so dang cute — even if he did call reader a nerd ig 🤕🤕

kisses nonstop (yang jungwon) — @goldenhypen

this woman posted this on my birthday as if it would not sHOOT ME THRU THE HEART ?!? LIKE U EXPECT ME TO BE OKAY AFTER THIS??

closer (yang jungwon) — @palajae

tbh read this during physics and i am not ashamed bc it was so cute and the pacing was mwah and oh god yANG JUNGWON (´Д⊂ヽ

ATZ

midnight kiss (kim hongjoong) — @i-write-some-stuff

i love whump aus part 28472993 OP U WROTE HONGJOONG SO WELL AND SO AHHHHH

11:54pm (choi san) — @stayarmytinyzenmoa-l

i will say this again and again but this lives in my brain rent free and i need to stalk crys' masterlists once i have the time 😔

june+july fic recs

#read this people #nct fic recs #seventeen fic recs #enhypen fic recs #stray kids fic recs #txt fic recs #ateez fic recs #nct x reader #seventeen x reader #enhypen x reader #stray kids x reader #txt x reader #ateez x reader

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neontokyoo · 9 months

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Hi! May I request some kunikida x reader angst? Where reader is the other woman? To make it easier, imagine reader fits not all of his ideals as a partner and then a new girl shows up at the agency and everyone's attention is on her, everyone is making plans to hang out with her and kunikida is enamored with her and has his attention on her. And to make matters worse? She fits all of his ideals. He slowly starts making plans with her but everything reader and kunikida used to do? (Ex. Go on dates, hang out with each other and just spending time together) is no longer happening. And then one day, he comes home late and when he gets home he drops the bomb and breaks up with reader. Then, not even a week later he gets together with the new girl. It makes reader think they were never good enough so they just keeps to themselves after that.

Not only did reader lose their friends that they considered family, they also lost their one and only. So, ever since that they just hates anything related to couples and what not. Hell, they even hate love itself. So they end up working for the port mafia instead. And they also went from a nice, loving person to a mean, cold person?

Man why do I love breaking my own heart 😭💀 gn neutral reader please if that's possible. Sorry if this is too detailed and what not, I just wanted to make sure you understand and see my vision to be able to make this 🧍

Have a good day/night! 🫶

Man, screw the ideals. My heart broke just reading this and it's giving me the twisted Disney princess/Descendants 3 vibes where the protagonist somehow becomes the antagonist. Also really reminds me of my ex. Seriously making me wanna burn every single notebook that I own. 😭🤧

Pairing: Kunikida Doppo x GN!Reader Genre: Angst Summary: It's all fun and games until you become "the other woman".

The sun had set, casting its warm glow over the agency, but the once vibrant atmosphere felt tainted with unease. You and Kunikida had shared two years of cherished memories, laughter, and passion, but a new presence disrupted the delicate balance. Akiara Ishikawa, with her enchanting presence and seemingly perfect allure, had captivated not only the attention of the agency members but, more notably, Kunikida's heart.

As days turned into weeks, you tried your best to maintain composure while the weight of insecurity gnawed at your soul. Each time you caught Kunikida exchanging glances with Akiara, a pang of jealousy tore through your chest. You wanted to be everything he desired, but reality dealt you a hand that fell just shy of perfection in his eyes.

One evening, you stood together in the dimly lit living room, the air thick with tension. The flickering candlelight cast haunting shadows upon the walls as Kunikida struggled to find the right words. "We need to talk," he finally said, his voice strained.

Your heart clenched at the premonition of his words. "What's wrong, Kunikida?" you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

He hesitated, the internal conflict evident in his expressive eyes. "I can't ignore how I feel, and it's not fair to you," he confessed. "Akiara, she's everything I've ever dreamed of in a partner. I can't help but be drawn to her."

The admission hit you like a crushing blow. Tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over, but you fought to maintain your composure. "So, what are you saying?" you managed to ask, your voice quivering.

"I'm saying… I think we should end things between us," Kunikida said, his gaze dropping to the floor. "I don't want to hurt you, but I can't deny this connection I feel with Akiara."

It felt as if the world had crumbled beneath your feet, leaving you standing on a precipice of heartbreak. "But, Kunikida, we've shared so much together," you pleaded, trying to salvage the love you believed was still worth fighting for.

His expression softened, and he reached out to touch your cheek gently. "I know, and I'll cherish those memories forever. But sometimes, love isn't enough," he whispered, his voice laden with regret.

Days passed like a blur as you tried to navigate life without Kunikida by your side. You distanced yourself from the agency, unable to bear the sight of him with Akiara. The pain of losing not only your love but also your best friend left you feeling hollow and isolated.

Seeking refuge in the port mafia, you buried your emotions deep within, embracing the darkness that now consumed your heart. The kind, loving person you once were retreated behind a cold and distant facade.

With time, your heart hardened, bitterness taking root against love and the notion of couples. You buried yourself in work, dedicating your energy to the darkness that now surrounded you. Yet, deep down, a small part of you longed for the happiness you once knew, wondering if love could ever heal the fractures within your heart.

But for now, you remained guarded, keeping your emotions under lock and key, afraid of the pain that came with vulnerability. As you treaded through the shadows of your new world, you couldn't help but wonder if there would ever be a chance for your heart to mend and love again.

#I don't love nobody #i'm dead inside #that's a lie #but sometimes it do be like that #bungo stray dogs manga #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs #bungou sd #bsd #bungo stray dogs #bsd anime #bsd x reader #bsd headcanons #kunikida doppo #bsd kunikida #kunikidazai #kunikida x reader #armed detective agency #kora's anons

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marvelmymarvel · 1 year

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Kiss The Ground You Walk On

Guy x Reader

Synopsis: He was into working out and being the best of the best, which is why the shinobi were confused when they met the person Guy was dating. You were a civilian with no interest in working out or being anything other than a loving person, so how in the world did you two work so well?

A/n: I'm as confused as you are. I don't know how this happened, but Guy is now my dream man. I just know this man worships the women he dates. 🤧 it's what we deserve

If someone had told you months ago that you'd be dating Guy, the most annoying and enthusiastic Shinobi in Konoha, you would have thought they had lost their mind. You weren't a Shinobi; you had no interest in sports or working out. Instead, you enjoyed lounging around the house in your pajamas more than anything else.

So how in the world did you get here?

His hand enveloped yours, causing you to smile up at him. "Are we meeting your friends?" You asked calmly. You seemed excited, but you couldn't stand the thought of being around Shinobi that would probably judge you. Although you thought Guy would judge you when he entered your shop, he proved otherwise. "Yes! Kakashi and the others are waiting at the bar. Are you excited to meet them, my love?"

Your smile grew till it reached your eyes. The way Guy loved you was something out of fairy tales; it never existed. Or it wasn't supposed to, at least. Yet here he was, doting on you and making you feel like the prettiest, most lovable person in the world. All your faults and insecurities only made him want to worship you more. The truth is he didn't want to date someone who was just like him.

He wanted you.

"I am. I just hope they like me." He chuckled at that; they would indeed like you. What wasn't there to like? Your aura was soft and kind, and being around you put people into a calm state. But it was your heart that he loved the most.

The bar door opened, and Guy let you in first before swiftly following close behind. Your eyes scanned the room, taking in all of the Shinobi drinking and laughing. You felt very out of place.

Guy noticed your uncomfortable shifting and wrapped an arm around your waist. He yanked you into his side, and you breathed a sigh of relief as you leaned on him for support. "Kakashi!" You jumped at his booming voice but covered it with a wave toward the white-haired man. "Kakashi. This delectable beautiful little thing is Y/n... Y/n, this is my friend and old rival Kakashi."

"Nice to meet you," You said sweetly as you extended your hand. Kakashi smiled kindly before shooting a look toward Guy. He did it quickly, but you still caught it. It caused your stomach to churn. Kakashi took your hand before softly shaking it. "It's very nice to meet you. When Guy told me he was dating someone, I thought it was a joke."

Your smile faltered a bit. That comment, mixed with the look, told you that you weren't the type of girl they expected to be beside Guy. And it's not like you were stupid. You knew this. Guy glared at the other man but quickly covered it with a smile and a laugh. "Oh, you're so funny, Kakashi. Well. I'm going to go introduce her to the rest of the group!"

One by one, you met every single Shinobi in that bar. And every single one of them left you feeling sick to your stomach. They all did the same thing Kakashi did.

You truly weren't the type of person they expected to be with Guy...

Guy took note of this. He was always so attuned to your emotions, even if you didn't outright show them. He hoped that showing you off would make you feel more comfortable around his 'family,' but he was starting to see the error in his judgment.

The more your light started to fade, the antsier Guy grew. But it only took one comment from Genma to make him snap. "Will you excuse us, Genma? I need to get a breath of fresh air!"

You frowned at Genmas comment and Guy's reaction; what was it with these other men?! Why were they all so cruel while he was so sweet? You let Guy pull you out of the bar, having quite enough of these men for one lifetime. Guy dropped his smile as you both burst out of the door, "I have no idea why they were like that. I apologize-"

"Maybe they're right," you blurted out. Your arms crossed over your chest as you looked at Guy expectantly. What was his angle exactly? Was he genuinely different, or was he just like them?

His eyebrows furrowed together in confusion, "They aren't, though-"

"I mean. Come on..." you stated finally, hoping you'd get your point across. Rolling your eyes, you motioned between the two of you, "Come on, Guy. I'm clearly not the girl you deserve. I'm definitely not the one you should end up with."

The pain that shot across his face made you wish you had just stayed silent. It wasn't that you didn't want to be with him. You were just wounded by what happened mere minutes ago. "Take those words back" His voice was low and angry; you knew he wasn't mad at you, but it caused you to quiet down anyway. You pursed your lips and looked at your feet. Embarrassment creeping up your neck as he quietly seethed in front of you. "Guy-"

Your head was angled up as Guy shoved his lips harshly onto yours. His warm hands cupped your cheeks softly, making you moan into him. How was he so fast?! Your fingers gripped his jacket as you let your body melt into his. One of his hands traveled down to your waist before it rested gently on your hip. When you began to pull away for air, he grumbled in displeasure and yanked you into his body again. He was a mixture between sweet and spice. Good and evil.

Soft and strong.

You pulled back again, but this time, he let you. "Whoa... Uh," you laughed out awkwardly as you realized some of the Shinobi, including Kakashi, had come out to leave and had seen the display of affection. "Aren't you embarrassed to be with me?" You whispered up at Guy as you shied into his body, hoping he could block you from the prying eyes of his friends. He smirked at your question; if only you knew how whipped he was for you. Maybe then you'd understand that nothing else mattered. "You don't know how much I love ya do you?" He breathed out, his smile reaching his eyes as he soothingly moved his thumb against your hip. "No... Not really- Oh!" Guy cut you off, yanking you once more into him.

"Baby. I'd kiss the ground you walk on if you asked me to."

#might guy imagine #might guy imagines #might guy x reader #might gai imagine #might gai imagines #gai imagine #gai imagines #naruto imagine #naruto imagines #naruto x reader #naruto

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pandorasword · 9 months

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Chaeri as the 8th and youngest member of BTS.

CHAERI'S MASTERLIST

❒ OPTIONAL PREVIOUS READING: SILVER LIPS PT.1 | SILVER LIPS PT.2 It can actually stand alone

❒ genre: Angst

❒ words: 7.5k

❒ summary: In which a kiss leads Chaeri to a forced hiatus and, when she returns to Korea for New Year's Eve, Jungkook decides to visit her

❒ warnings: swearing; heated argument;

❒ pairing: Jungkook x 8thmember!OC

❒ notes: I've had this drabble in my drafts for quite some time but could never find the courage to finish it. I'd really like to know what you think about it, I've put a lot of effort into it 🤧

2 a.m. decisions

December 31, 2021

Jungkook found himself in a hazy state, caught between the realms of sleep and wakefulness, as he lay back on the ferry that would take him from Seoul to Jeju Island. The gentle rocking of the boat, coupled with the rhythmic hum of the engine, created a soothing lullaby that threatened to draw him deeper into his dreams.

As his eyes fluttered shut, memories intertwined with his subconscious to form vivid images of a recent meeting. It had been almost a month ago that he and Chaeri had sat before their superiors, anxiety coursing through their veins. The atmosphere had been tense, and they knew that the consequences that lay ahead would shape their uncertain future.

In a dreamlike state, the scene unfolded before him. The conference room was cold and sterile, the polished table standing as a barrier between the artists and the authority figures. The managers' stern expressions reflected their disapproval, his head had turned towards Chaeri to catch the emotion behind her eyes.

Had he ever seen her really afraid before? Not that he could remember, and at that moment the resolute set of her jaw was no different. She shifted in her seat, glancing around the room with a cool detachment.

She looked nonchalantly at the people in front of them, as if they would not tell her again that the relationship she was desperately clinging to had to end once and for all.

The thump of a manager's hand on the desk made him flinch in both dream and reality; an overhead image of him and Chaeri locked in a kiss in a dressing room began to form before his eyes.

Anger and shame at the invasion of their privacy brought a warmth to his cheeks.

"Do you have any idea how much we had to pay to keep those photos from getting out?"

Chaeri's delicate hand, adorned with a ring on each finger, swept across his view, taking the photo and studying it. The corners of her lips turned up, "Too bad, we look great in this one" she said in a mocking voice.

Jungkook wanted to tell her not to try these people's patience, but he knew that Chaeri wouldn't listen to anyone.

"This is embarrassing," the manager remarked, eyes bulging and face flushed. He quickly snatched the photo away from Chaeri, knowing that something so dangerous in her possession could become even more so.

"It's a shame there were cameras in our dressing room instead" she stood up and tapped the wood of the luxurious desk with both palms, "Should we perhaps take legal action against those who are supposed to be in charge of our privacy? How much money would that cost?"

Jungkook's heart raced as Chaeri's defiant words hung in the air. He knew that her fiery spirit couldn't be tamed, but he also understood the consequences of further challenging their managers. He felt a mixture of admiration and apprehension.

There was an uneasy silence in the room. The managers exchanged glances, their expressions a mixture of frustration and resignation. It was clear that the situation had got out of hand.

The man who had confiscated the incriminating picture let out a sigh and tried to hide his anger. He leaned back in his chair, his features softening as he met Jungkook's gaze. "We've invested a lot in this group," he said, knowing that he had to put pressure on Jungkook, that he was the weak link between the two in this case, "Our main concern is to preserve the team's reputation and stability."

Then he leaned forward, his voice filled with a mixture of toughness and false concern. "Jungkook, we have come to a delicate conclusion" he began, his eyes searching for any sign of understanding from the young idol. "In order to prevent further negative impact on the group's image and possible scandals, we believe it would be best for you to complete your military service earlier than originally planned."

"No!" the words roll out of his tongue, his eyes wide.

He did not know if his mind was distorting the memory of that day in his sleep, but he seemed to see a satisfied smile on the Executive's face. His eyes slid from him to her, who had returned to her seat, her hands clenched in what appeared to be a painful grip. She held back from speaking, knowing it would only make the situation worse.

"We've talked about enlisting and it's still a long way off for me" Jungkook added, trying to appear more composed.

Joining the army meant putting his life on hold, leaving his family, friends, activities, music and fans behind.

He didn't want to do that. He wasn't ready.

He still had so much to do.

Just as the dream reached its crescendo, Jungkook was jolted awake.

A child running away from his mother's arms had stumbled over his feet and landed on his legs.

In the eyes of others, the mask and hat made him an ordinary citizen on the ferry to join his family for New Year's Eve.

He rubbed his eyes with one hand and tried to push the remnants of that restless sleep out of his mind.

After all, he had not had to do his military service. Not yet.

He felt guilty about it, as if the blame he placed on himself was not enough.

He pinched his nose from above his mask, a little self-inflicted punishment for causing the sequence of events that had brought him, that had brought them both, to this point.

He used to do it every time the images of him and Chaeri outside the office played in his head; when he had pulled his arm away from her touch because he was too angry, too committed to how unfair the choice they had forced him to make was, to the way they controlled his life.

The following day, the staff told him and the other males in BTS that a statement would be posted on Big Hit's official account that afternoon.

Jungkook had been nauseous, ready to read about his departure into the gloomy world as a cadet. But... it did not turn out the way he thought it would.

Hello.

This is Big Hit Music.

We would like to take this opportunity to address an important matter regarding one of our talented artists, Chaeri, from BTS. As you know, we at Big Hit Entertainment prioritize open communication with our fans, and we believe it is crucial to keep you informed about the happenings within our agency and the group.

After careful consideration and discussions with Chaeri, we have come to a mutual decision regarding her future endeavors. Chaeri has expressed a deep passion for choreography and an eagerness to further explore her skills in this field. In pursuit of her dreams, Chaeri will be taking a temporary hiatus from the group to pursue a degree in choreography in the United States.

While we understand that this news may come as a surprise and possibly evoke mixed emotions, we want to emphasize that Chaeri's temporary departure is not a permanent separation. It is a strategic decision made to provide her with the opportunity to grow and develop her artistic abilities, ultimately benefiting her and the group in the long run.

During her time abroad, Chaeri will have the chance to immerse herself in a new environment and gain valuable experiences in the field of choreography. We have every confidence that she will seize this opportunity and return to us with an enhanced skill set, bringing a fresh perspective to her artistry and the group's performances.

We also want to assure our fans that BTS will continue its activities and promotions as a unified and dedicated team. The remaining members will work diligently to deliver the music and performances that you have come to love and expect from us. We kindly ask for your continued support and encouragement during this transitional period.

Chaeri's absence may be felt, but we believe that it is a necessary step in her personal and artistic growth. We hope that you will join us in sending her your warmest wishes as she embarks on this new chapter of her journey. We firmly believe that her passion, dedication, and undeniable talent will shine through as she pursues her dreams.

Please keep an eye out for future updates as we share Chaeri's progress and any developments regarding her return.

As always, we are deeply grateful for your unwavering support and love for BTS. Together, we will continue to make unforgettable memories and write a remarkable story.

Thank you for your support and understanding during this time.

Sincerely,

Big Hit Entertainment

And December 1 was the day he had to say goodbye to her.

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Chaeri's feet pressed against the aged cobblestone pathway leading to her father's humble abode, and the memories of adolescence came flooding back. She felt 13 years old again, as if she'd never grown up at all.

The red tiled roof had seen better days, its vibrant hue now faded with age, but it still stood strong against the elements that battered against it for years. White washed walls with deep blue tiles adorned one side of the house, and this image was burnt into Chaeri's mind like a snapshot from an old photo album. The memory of the afternoon she spent with her grandmother, painting with her tile by tile, belonged to almost ten years.

She had been pushing for years to upgrade her father to a nicer place; something more modern and comfortable. But no matter how hard she pleaded or cajoled, his answer always remained the same: 'No'.

An invigorating salty smell filled Chaeri's nostrils, while the sound of waves crashing against the shore resonated in the air and spread throughout the way to her father's home. Chaeri smiled fondly; she was happy that her father never agreed with her after all.

The house may have been small, but in the short time that she had lived there, she had always found it to be full of love and warmth, and most of her fondest memories had dwelt there.

Her eyes glazed over as she waited for her dad to come and open the door, knocking with slightly shaking hands.

She told herself that the tears that threatened her eyes came from the strong wind that was blowing through her hair, bringing fistfuls of sand from the beach a few yards away that irritated her iris, and it was not because going back there, in the situation she was in, made her feel helpless, just as how she felt when she was a teenager.

She was an adult now, but what had been the difference?

Her life still seemed to be scripted by others.

After a time that seemed endless, but was really only a handful of seconds, her father's face peered through the door.

He had salt and pepper hair, sweet lines around his eyes and a smile that warmed her heart.

"Chaeri, my beautiful daughter. I am so happy to see you. My little cherry."

Chaeri melted into the warmth of her father's embrace. She could feel his calloused hands squeezing her, the scent of fried fish wafting from his woollen shirt and the tingle of his unkempt beard on her cheek.

She was at home.

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Chaeri was finally out of the expensive clothes she'd been wearing all day and had her photo taken at Incheon airport for her return to Korea.

She had been anxious on the flight back, it was her first time back since BigHit announced her temporary (forced) hiatus, and she was concerned of how her fans would react to, but she was met with an outpour of love and support that melted away all of her worries.

In order to spend the day at home, she had opted to wear something much more comfortable and warm.

Her father had lit a fire in the hearth and although the rooms were now cosy, the chill from the nearby ocean still managed to penetrate through the sealed windows, especially when the wind blew hard outside.

As Chaeri sank into the plush cushions of the couch, her father bustled into the room with a steaming mug of hot cocoa. The smell of chocolate and warmth filled her nose, and she gratefully wrapped her hands around it, feeling the heat seeping through her fingers and radiating up to her cheeks. She took a sip and closed her eyes, letting out a contented sigh that resonated deep within her chest.

Her father sat down on the armrest of the couch where she was relaxing "How was your flight, my cherry?"

"It was good, appa" she raised her gaze to meet his, a small smile brightened her face "The fans were so supportive, it made me feel grateful for them" She took another sip of the boiling liquid, a hint of chocolate staining her lip, and just like when she was a child, he wiped her face with his thumb and laughed a gentle, fatherly laugh "I'm just happy to be back home with you"

"I'm glad you're back, my daughter. You know I love having you here with me. Your grandmother and I have missed you a lot"

"By the way!" she said, rising abruptly from the couch. She took one of her father's hands and put the steaming mug between his fingers: "I've brought you a souvenir. When is Granny coming home?"

Without waiting for an answer, Chaeri ran to her teenage bedroom, rummaged through her suitcase until she found a crumpled package "Magnet!" With child-like excitement, she unwrapped a little city skyline printed over a bright red background and showed it to her father before perching on the kitchen counter to add it to the long collection on their fridge door, Chaeri smiled to herself – collecting fridge magnets was a family tradition.

"Granny will be home soon, you know how she is. She never misses a drink with her friends" The man put the mug on the table, then walked over and looked at the beautiful representation Chaeri had bought "So, how was New York? Is life there what you expected? Have you met people? You're studying hard. Aren't you?"

She stared out the window for a few seconds, mesmerized by the fury of the sea. The waves crashed against the shore with a furious roar and salty foam flew from their peaks as they crested. Seagulls bobbed on the turbulent surface, trying to swoop low enough to snag fish but being forced back up into the air each time an especially large wave rolled in.

Her heart sank with dread.

Was she supposed to tell him the truth?

She knew her father was a kind and sensitive man; would he be able to handle learning that his loved daughter was unhappy? That his daughter had offered to take a break from her career in order to keep Jungkook from having to go off to the military?

No, she wasn't going to tell him anything

"New York was great, dad. I can't wait to go back there to continue my studies."

Her father's mouth turned up at the corner, pleased with her response. He patted her head fondly. "That's good to hear, my cherry. I always knew you were destined for great things." He leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "And what does Jungkook think? Your boyfriend is not going to miss you being so many miles away from him?"

Chaeri's cheeks burned as she realized he thought Jungkok was still her boyfriend.

She felt awful for not mentioning even that part of her life, thinking it would make him and her grandmother terribly unhappy. Jungkook had been a family member in their eyes, although no one else of her family knew.

Damn it, she had to stop lying.

"Dad, Jungkook and I.."

"My beautiful Chaeri, you are home!! Come and give your granny a hug"

As she spoke, Kang Myeong-ja - her grandmother - burst into the room, unannounced as always. The familiar scent of lavender and musk mingled with cigarette smoke hit her nose. Grandma's hair, dyed a deep coal black, contrasted with the few strands of white that started to sprout at the roots. She wore a smart expression on her face, complimented by a pearl necklace that hung around her neck. The sight of her grandmother made the truth that was about to spill from her tongue vanish in an instant and be replaced with an overwhelming urge to embrace the elder.

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Chaeri’s stomach grumbled as the fragrant aroma of her father’s cooking wafted through the air. He had spent all the morning fishing in the nearby ocean and was now busy chopping, simmering, and sautéing a variety of seafood, vegetables, and herbs. She smiled as she heard his hearty laughter mingling with her grandmother's sweet southern drawl coming from the kitchen. Setting the table, Chaeri felt excited for a delicious family dinner.

Her father carefully placed the lengthy plate onto the table with a triumphant grin that could only mean one thing - it was time for her to take a picture for Jin. Since the first time the two met, they created a bond that was so strong and paternal, almost as if Jin were his son.

With sincere pride glinting in his eyes, her dad beamed upon her and said: “Here, take a good picture for my beloved Jin – this will make him proud.”

A delicious fried fish recipe was photographed by Chaeri and posted on the group chat she shared with her members

She spent a few moments re-reading the messages the boys had sent the day before, when she had warned them that she would only be back in Korea for a few days and would not be able to visit them.

"Text him, text your boyfriend!" Grandma giggled and sat in her rocking chair, a lit cigar perched between two fingers. "Tell him he's a punk. Holidays are supposed to be spent with your loved ones" she shook her head in slight disappointment, her eyes never losing that hint of teasing she used to play with her "That excuse of being too busy doesn't hold up. Tsk" Smoke drifted out of her mouth in rivulets, curling around each other before disappearing into the air, leaving no trace of their passage.

Chaeri's eyes turned to her grandmother's face. They reflected the sparks from the crackling wood in the fireplace and the festive lights the homeowners had carefully placed in every corner of the house.

Chaeri put her mobile phone back in her pocket and bit her lip "Grandma, please stop" She rolled her eyes with fake annoyance "Jungkook is always busy, even busier than me. Don't blame him" Don't blame him if BigHit is forbidding us to be a couple, she wanted to tell her.

"I'll give him a good scolding the next time I see him!"

"I'll have him come prepared to hear you scream"

Her father chuckled at their banter, a wide smile on his face while bringing to the table yet another plate of something that smells awfully delicious "It's good to have you home. We should do this more often, have family dinners together"

"It is not a family dinner if my granddaughter’s beloved fiancé is not with us!"

"Grandma!!! I don't even understand why you're taking it so personally, when you were young you didn't even use to celebrate 31 December"

"Are you calling me old, you little brat?"

"I would never do that"

"Come on, Mom, he'll definitely be here for New Year's Eve in February. Isn't that right, Chaeri?"

"Sure" she replied unconvincingly, purposely keeping her eyes down on the table as she committed her own hands to arranging plates and glasses to the places where they would be seated in a minute.

"I'll buy it when I see it" her grandmother huffed out another mouthful of cigar.

The ringing of the front door bell prevented both Chaeri and her dad from answering the perky old lady.

"I'll get it" the girl made her way to the front door, but was stopped by Myeong-ja.

"Let me take care of it. It will definitely be Jae-suk."

"Your neighbor?"

"Yes, she lost at Gò-Stop this morning and promised me a plate of her delicious hotteok. She better not see you, her granddaughter adores you."

"Oh, okay."

She walked just far enough away to help her father again with the serving and setting the food on the table when, a few feet away, she heard an excited shout "Jungkook-ah! Look how handsome you've gotten, my little one!" and then a thud that sounded a lot like a slap against a shoulder " You are the same old slouch, Is it right to show up right at dinnertime?"

"Excuse me granny"

Chaeri almost dropped the glass in her hand as she turned to witness that indeed, to her horror and delight, Jungkook was actually in the doorway.

"I hope I'm not interrupting anything" he said, as he made his way into the room. "I just wanted to-"

Chaeri skipped over to Jungkook, her arms outstretched. She hugged his muscled arm tightly and pressed a soft kiss against his cheek, mouthing the words "Please play along" into his ear.

With an overly exaggerated smile that didn't quite reach her eyes, Chaeri said brightly, “You just wanted to surprise me? That's so sweet, I was hurt when you told me yesterday that you couldn't be here because of work commitments.”

Jungkook's mouth dropped open in surprise before realization dawned on him. He laughed nervously and nodded. "That's right," he said. "A surprise."

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Jeju was experiencing an unusually harsh winter that year, with bitterly cold winds that challenged the effectiveness of heaters and fireplaces, struggling to keep the moisture from seeping through the wooden cracks in the windows.

Despite the icy weather, Chaeri found herself feeling surprisingly hot, almost on the brink of sweating. As they all gathered around the table, seated on cushions embroidered by her grandmother, the traditional tatami table exuded a gentle warmth, which was comforting. Under the tablecloth, her leg was pressed against Jungkook's, adding to her flustered feelings.

Surprisingly, dinner was proceeding smoothly, contrary to her initial fear of a catastrophic turn of events. Chaeri had worried that Jungkook might confess to her family about their break-up, about how living in New York was not her choice, that BigHit was holding her to a contract where she had as much to gain as to lose; topics that wouldn't be ideal for a holiday dinner conversation. However, Jungkook had skillfully caught on and played along with the facade.

In those four walls that night, he was still her boyfriend. He interacted warmly with

her family, laughing with her father, pouring alcohol for her grandmother, and serving her generously. Despite the true situation they were in, Chaeri found herself yearning for a moment when she could forget everything and lean her head on Jungkook's shoulder between plates, holding his hand, and feeling the sweetness of his kisses on her knuckles…

Jungkook appeared to sense Chaeri's unspoken desires, or perhaps he shared similar feelings, as he gently wrapped his arm around her shoulders, offering her a comforting embrace. She gratefully leaned into his supportive presence, finding solace in his touch.

As the dinner came to an end, the guy spoke up, expressing his appreciation, "Everything was delicious, sir. Thank you for the dinner."

Her father smiled warmly, responding, "Thank you for coming, Jungkook-ah."

With the atmosphere filled with warmth and love, the older man refilled all four glasses, as the clock struck just a few minutes to midnight.

Dad and Grandma exchanged a knowing glance as they held up their glasses containing fizzy, alcoholic drinks. "Now that we're in our golden years..." he began, only to be interrupted by Grandma's scoff. "Speak for yourself!" she exclaimed, sparking laughter throughout the room. Dad chuckled before restarting his speech. "Alright, let me restart: Since you are younger than us..can I go on?" He asked his mother, who nodded in approval with a grin. "Let this midnight toast be for you. May life bring you joy and lead you to wherever your hearts desire, always side-by-side."

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"Are you sure you don't want to come, even if it's later? It is going to be a long celebration in town" Grandma shouted over the sound of fireworks as her son helped her put on a warm coat.

"No, Granny," Chaeri and Jungkook replied in unison, still seated at the table while the rest of their family was getting ready to attend the beach festivities."Someone might recognize us and cause a big fuss, so you both go have fun instead! Make lots of videos!" she smiled.

"I can try to make a few without my finger blocking the camera," her father joked as he bundled up in a coat, scarf, and gloves to ward off the cold temperatures. "I can't promise anything though!"

"We'll appreciate the effort."

The man paused in the doorway, turning to them. "Chaeri, you remember how to handle the generator issue, right?"

The girl nodded, recalling the seemingly endless power outages during her stay at the house and how often her father had been forced to reset the electric generator in the backyard.

They all had strong emotional ties to that home, but objectively it needed a thorough renovation.

Chaeri gave his father a thumbs up and said confidently, "No problem. But why do we have to be so unlucky as to lose power just tonight?"

"One never knows" he replied, and shut the door behind him.

Maybe he just had a feeling that it was about to happen, or maybe it happened so often that it was a coincidence; but within a few minutes of her father saying that, the house suddenly plunged into darkness, leaving the two of them uncertain if they should brave the cold and restore the electricity or take advantage of this unexpected darkness.

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The darkness wrapped them like a blanket, the way children build forts out of pillows and comforters to hide from adult eyes.

The darkness gave them that kind of comfort, the lines of their faces barely visible, their lips emitting little puffs of cold from the sudden selloff of the house's heating, their legs touching under the table-the only real clue that they were really side by side.

The moon was obscured by clouds that evening, failing to provide any kind of illumination inside the houses whose rooflights were off. It seemed as if it had never risen, the moon, also too busy in celebration to really care to do its duty.

From the window, at irregular intervals, fireworks rose into the sky, bursting into tiny colored teardrops in order to fall back to the ground.

From his seat, Jungkook, whenever this happened, had the impression that Chaeri was being crowned with the most beautiful of jewels.

The few seconds of dim glow from the plaza festivities and the fireworks allowed the two to be able to look at each other.

They were an inch away from each other, yet the distance weighed between them as if they were still on two different continents.

Her half-moon of dark lashes had trapped small tears at the tips, which threatened to trickle down her cheeks at any moment.

His slightly flushed nose, a synonym they were sharing the same feeling.

Gently, two of Chaeri's fingertips went to meet the small scar on Jungkook's cheek, running over it more than once. That simple gesture was able to give them both warmth in a room that had grown icy in a matter of minutes.

She didn't need to be able to see to trace every line of his face.

She knew by heart every mole, every scar, every hard line that had formed since he had become a man. She knew where his lips began and ended, where the dimples appeared of which, as a young man, he had been so ashamed to show.

Jungkook abandoned himself against her fingers, leading her to open her palm to take in his face, needy of her touch. He had always been. Even before he knew he was totally, hopelessly in love with her, he had always longed to be caressed by Chaeri.

The game of colors arising in the house from the crackling of rockets in the sky brought back to his mind an evening of many years before when, under the twinkling lights of one of Seoul's largest night markets, Jungkook had thought Chaeri was breathtakingly beautiful. And over the years, she had only blossomed even more.

He bent his face just enough to allow his lips to tangle with her fingers, and leave a small kiss on each of them, from thumb to pinky.

Chaeri's lips parted to make the slightest sound, pleased by the guy's attentions "I've missed you" she bit her lip soon after, words like that had the taste of forbidden since they had been forced to break up years earlier because of the contract they had with their company. A huge price for a huge success, her manager often told her.

But such seemingly poisoned words, how could they taste like honey? How could any declaration of love, in any form, be so destructive?

"I'm sorry," Jungkook whispered, his mouth still moving against her skin "It's my fault" he found the strength to break the contact they had made and Chaeri's hand fell back onto her lap.

"It's not your fault" she grabbed with her fingers the pillow Jungkook was sitting on, stitched with patterns of silver waves and little sailboats. She pulled him more toward her, to further erase the space between them.

She could then feel his breath on her skin.

"They forced you away because of me."

"I chose to do that."

"Because of me. I should have... I should have just done what they wanted and not complained" His eyes sparkled because of the veil of tears that had formed in front of his irises, another firework illuminated his face enough for Chaeri to see his struggling expression.

She forced herself to make a smile and, when she realized that the room had descended into darkness again, she reached for Jungkook's hand and brought it to her lips, allowing him to feel the upward curve of it "For me it's New York, I am studying what I like. That's the way it should be. Your alternative was..." a shiver ran down her spine as she spoke "...enlisting."

Just the thought of him leaving so prematurely made her stomach turn, the taste of all the fried fish her father had cooked rising in her throat in an acid grip.

"You speak English less than I do" Jungkook began cautiously, pressing his thumb on the girl's lower lip "You hate to study" his other fingers went to close around her chin "You wanted to stay with us" He exhaled abruptly through his nose, to hold back the anger that was mounting inside him "How could it be better this way? It wasn't what you wanted."

"It's okay" she told him, her voice soft but firm. She wanted the anger inside him to fade, wanted him to be fine.

She moved just close enough to press her lips to his, their legs colliding in that now uncomfortable position made her decide to sit on him. She slipped her legs from the calves down under the edge of the tablecloth. She had not sat so that her body was facing him totally, but it was enough for her to turn just enough for their noses to collide.

Jungkook's arms did not hesitate in clinging to her hips, grabbing onto the soft cotton of the sweater Chaeri was wearing with his fingertips, savoring the feel of her lips on his. Her lips were always so smooth, he thought. He had never kissed lips as soft.

His head spun as they both parted their lips to taste each other, caressing tongues. He felt like a teenager again at the first kiss, his cheeks burning and his heart going so hard he could hear the powerful pounding in his ears, muffling any other noise.

When their mouths snapped at the separation, Chaeri stuck her head between Jungkook's neck and shoulder. His scent invaded all her senses. Would there ever be anyone whose smell she would love as much as his? She doubted it.

Jungkook's hands shifted from her waist to the back of her sweater, caressing the fabric tenderly. He couldn’t get enough of her—the way her body moved with his, the heat radiating from her lips. He wanted to never let go.

"Please...Not yet" he murmured, then nuzzled against her face until their mouths were an inch apart again. "Don't stop."

Chaeri trailed her fingertips down his spine, using the collar of his hoodie as a direct access to his skin. The tips left trails of red in their wake and Jungkook arched his back, letting out a quivering breath.

She clutched him tighter as she captured his parted lips once more.

She did not want to stop kissing him either.

Jungkook lowered himself so that Chaeri was now lying on the wooden floor and then cupped the back of her head with his hand to cushion it from the hard surface; careful not to place all of his weight on top of her, he propped himself up with one elbow beyond her face and knees beside her body.

Chaeri explored his mouth; Jungkook's sweet warmth was like hot honey; kissing him felt like a homecoming to a place she thought she'd lost long ago.

She bent one leg around his hip and pressed down hard enough to make him collapse onto her, melding their bodies together.

Jungkook started giving her frenetic kisses; first at the corner of her lips, then traveling downwards to kiss her exposed throat, making Chaeri's body shudder with delight. He kissed each eyelid in turn and then undid the zipper that kept her warmth in, revealing the smooth expanse of her collarbone and raining more kisses on it repeatedly. His hands began exploring further down, massaging away all tension between them as they moved lower and lower until they finally reached hers hips again where he gripped tightly. He placed his hands behind her back, fingers pressing into her skin and leaving a trail of warmth then settled his head onto her chest.

Chaeri could feel his heart hammering against his chest as it synchronized with hers; breaths coming out in shallow gasps as both tried to calm themselves down “Let’s just stay like this forever” murmured, holding him tight in her arms and kissing the top of his head.

Jungkook did not respond to her words, too overwhelmed with everything that he was feeling; the warmth of her embrace, the faint scent of peaches clinging to her skin, and the tenderness of her touch. All he wanted was to remain in this moment, forgetting the world outside of her cuddle, forgetting why he had gone there in the first place, and that it could not be postponed any further.

"We can't go on like this" Jungkook's words were barely above a whisper, muffled by the way his mouth was pressed against her belly, but despite this, they cut like a knife through the tranquility of their hug. "We can't keep doing this. We can't keep sneaking around and pretending like everything is okay when it's not" He had to strain to make out her features in the deep darkness, barely lifting his head to look into her eyes

"No, we can't" He was right. How many more times would they have to break up because they were caught, only to fall into temptation every time they were alone and feel guilty about the group's future? They could not go on like this. Things had to change

"When I come back we should find a new company."

"Eunwoo will introduce me to a girl"

They talked over each other, overlapping but, despite it, Chaeri had no doubts about what she had heard from him.

Her eyes slowly widened as the realization of Jungkook's words hit her.

She pushed against his chest to make him end up on the ground and she sat down, suddenly the parquet floor felt even colder than before. Her mouth opened several times, but no sound threatened to come out. What was she supposed to say?

A tear escaped Jungkook's eyes and he did not even bother to wipe it away, he positioned himself on his knees, leaning back toward her who instead slid away at least another 30 centimeters "Every time we are together.." His voice trembled, becoming more and more erratic as he watched Chaeri move away from him "We hurt ourselves, or we put our group in trouble" He reached out a hand toward her but stopped it in midair "Every time we're together, it ends up worse for you, and I can't-I can't keep doing this"

Chaeri's eyes filled with tears; A mixture of disbelief, sadness and anger was getting the best of her "Don't use fucking excuses! If you feel like fucking others, don't pretend it's for my sake!" she stood up, and with her so did him.

For a few moments they just stared at each other in silence; Chaeri could feel all her emotions bubbling up inside her ready to explode.

"You know it's not like that" The knot formed in his throat hurt more and more, making choked words come out of his mouth "That's not what I want"

"Then why do you come here talking shit about wanting to meet others! Are you fucking drunk? Did you hit your head?"

Chaeri tried hard to control herself from slapping him back to his senses due to the nonsense he was saying. She understood him more than anyone else, and was sure that the decision he was making was solely influenced by the guilt he felt towards her.

"Listen," she said while nervously running her hand through her hair "This situation is incredibly negative and too much to handle. I know. But we have to face it without overreacting and being impulsive. You always tell me that, right?" She stepped closer to him and added, "Until last month, you were the person advising me. You were the one telling me this stuff. You were the one telling me to be hopeful about our future. You can't come out like that now. I don't accept that."

Jungkook bit his lip so hard he could feel the metallic taste of blood spilling over his tongue, mixed with the salt of the tears he could not contain. He must have seemed pathetic to her, he thought. As pathetic as when she had met him and didn't have the courage to even speak to her.

"We can't go on like this."

"Stop saying that!!" Her miserable self-control had lasted less than a few minutes.

She was sure that if anyone were outside the front door, they would have clearly heard what was going on between the two, as loud as her tone of voice was getting. But she didn't care

"Your problem is that you're a fucking coward!"

He shook his head and closed his eyes, shutting out the world around him. He wasn't a coward, and he knew it.

"I have always fought! I've always turned against the company to try to save our relationship. You wonder why it's always worse for me!? That's the reason, because I always put my neck on the line while you sit back and cry!" her words now tumbling uncontrollably from her lips. It was as if the usual filters between brain and mouth had failed, overwhelmed by the torrent of emotion.

The world before her eyes had transformed into a kaleidoscope of red, anger blurring her perception of reality, overshadowing all reason.

"Are you even listening to me?!"

It was then Jungkook's rage boiled over. A primal urge, unrelated to his actual feelings or thoughts, surged within him. It was an instinctive defense mechanism triggered at the wrong time and aimed towards the wrong person - a countermeasure against her barrage of insults.

"What did you expect me to do! That I would threaten everyone's hard work for a girl?"

Chaeri's breath caught in her throat when she heard the words. They sounded like they were coming from far away, and she couldn't quite make them out. She wanted to believe that she had misheard, but deep down, she knew that wasn't the case. Slowly, painfully, the meaning of the words sunk in. Her heart felt like it was breaking into a million pieces as she stood there, unable to process what she had just heard.

Jungkook's anger dissipated like a gust of wind, replaced with an icy fear that crawled up his spine. It was only at that moment that the weight of what he said hit him.

When yet another bright and colorful ray of light illuminated the room, allowing him to see clearly that Chaeri's face lost all trace of anger, replaced by a disappointment and emptiness she had never looked at him with. Only then.

With a trembling hand he reached out for her, but all he could feel was the coldness of the air around him and the emptiness in his heart. She took a step back

"No"

"I didn't mean it.." He tried to take back the pain he'd inflicted, he attempted to undo what he had done "I'm so sorry"

"You know what," she looked away from him to turn her gaze once more beyond the window, focusing on the noises, the colors, and the jagged beach just beyond to maintain her voice flat and emotionless despite the war waging in her mind "Fine. Do whatever you want. I don't care"

Her hands found their way into the pockets of her pants and she turned towards him, bumping into his shoulder before finally reaching for the doorknob and flinging it open wide.

A gust of cold air crept inside the house, the trinkets of shells that her grandmother cherished so much clinking together in a gentle symphony that filled the room with a surreal beauty and softness that seemed cruel at that moment.

The sound of her father’s clock on the wall rang loudly as it struck two in the morning, adding to the general cacophony of noise.

She turned her gaze back to him "But don't come back to me, because I'll break your fucking heart."

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Apparently, Jeon Jungkook could have whatever he wanted at any time, and even if it happened to be the middle of New Year's Eve, it was achievable. Though it meant taking his staff away from their own festivities with their loved ones. He was too drained to feel bad about that now, though; but thank goodness nobody asked him anything.

He wasn't capable of answering anything at that moment.

His mouth felt foul now, like all the delicious treats he had consumed earlier that night had turned sour in his stomach. His eyes were bloodshot, two violet circles under each one, and everyone would have thought he hadn't slept in days. Maybe they'd assume he had partied so hard that he reduced himself to this state - but he thought he could detect a subtle look of worry in some of their glances.

He booked for a private ferry to take him back home to Seoul.

Late at night, on a public holiday, Jungkook had still been able to buy everything he wanted with his own money.

The money allowed him to have whatever he wanted, but it was of no use in getting the one thing he really wanted.

The seat next to his creaked under the weight of his young manager. The faint voice of the protagonist of the TV show he was watching on his cell phone reached the ears of the guy to whom he decided to turn his attention, to quiet his restless thoughts.

It didn't take him long to reconnect that face to one of the most watched series by him and the rest of the members in their old dorm; How I met your mother had kept them company during long gym sessions, lazy breakfasts, and dinnertime binges.

"Nothing good happens after 2 am," spoke Ted, the main character. Jungkook was jolted by a shiver, noticing how much the figure locked in the cell phone seemed to be looking him straight in the eye. "When it's after 2 am, just go to sleep, because the decisions you make after 2 am are the wrong decisions."

His throat tightened and a wave of nausea rose within as he considered those words.

What the hell did he do?

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This has taken over my life---

@haiseiscute333

“Welcome to the Oscars, live from the red carpet from the Dolby Theater in Los Angeles! I'm your host, Kayla Knowles, and for the next hour, we're going to be talking to the many nominees and presenters of this show-...”

“-....As we prepare to welcome our first guest, remember to breathe it all in, because tonight, we are part of something truly special. Tonight, we gather to celebrate the magic of the silver screen and the small screen, where dreams come true and where Hollywood truly shines.

So, without further ado, let the Oscars begin!”

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“- Let’s just take you down the red carpet. As you can see, we have America’s all-time male sweetheart, Percy Jackson, in his black tux, looking good. You can see people yelling, trying to make eye contact with him. With him is America's sweetheart, Annabeth Chase, looking absolutely beautiful in her sparkling silver Gucci gown!”

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Comment section from the live video:

Perc4beth4evr: OMG! My parents are finally here! They look so gorgeous together! The perfect golden couple! ❤️❤️❤️ THEDaughter: Took them long enough to come out as a couple! We all knew he was dating her for two years now. ImOfficial: ❤️❤️❤️ BitterDingy: ❤️❤️❤️ HonesToxic: You're all delulus. They don't even look in love. I'm pretty sure he was with someone else. Perc4beth4vr: YOU TAKE THAT BACK!

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“Thank you, Alabaster. Hope you have a wonderful time inside as well-! Ah! Over there! It's the industry's charming darling, Nico di Angelo! Oh, he certainly lives up to his name - he looks so dashing and adorable in his white designer tuxedo!”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: IM JUST A BABY— 😍😍😍 NicosAngel: NICOOOOOO! BABY BOY ASDFGHJKL Cat-astrophe: I HAVE LEGAL ADOPTION PAPERS PLS COME HOME WIV ME NOW Shituation: Everyday, I wake up just to see his gorgeous face 😫

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“Wait. Is that… Did Nico di Angelo bring a partner with him this year?”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLD UP. WAITWAITWAIT OUR MEOW MEOW BRING A WHAT NOW??? NicoApologist: Our baby grew up so fast 😭 NicosAngel: NOOOOOOOO!!! WHO DARES CORRUPT MY ANGEL?!?!

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“Oh my! Nico di Angelo did bring a partner to this year's event, and-! No. Nonononono. This can't be real. Who has the right to look THAT gorgeous? The press is going crazy over them, look at all those flashing lights! They're clearly wearing matching tuxedos as well! Is this Nico's mystery partner?”

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HOLY JESUS CHRIST ON A MOTORBIKE! I MUST HAVE ASCENDED TO HEAVEN! IM SEEING AN ANGEL AND A GOD AT THE SAME TIME— Perc4beth4vr: Doesn't that guy look like Percy? Sorrynotsorry: Not everything's about Jackson. Clearly that guy looks way better. NicosAngel: I apologize for what I said. Please corrupt my angel, Mr. Greek God. For you, I'll make an exception. MY ANGEL IS SMILING SO MUCH RIGHT NOW I HAVEN'T SEEN HIM THIS HAPPY 😭😭😭 THEY LOOK LIKE THE PERFECT COUPLE, I DEMAND WEDDING INVITATIONS ASAP 🤧🤧🤧 excuseyou: Did Percy stop at the end of the carpet or was it just me who noticed? troll.on.a.roll: Kayla is us right now. She's fangirling over Nico just as hard as everyone else lol

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Kayla: Nico! Wow, you look drop-dead gorgeous! How are you feeling this evening? (hugs him)

Nico: Kayla! You look stunning as well. (hugs her back) I'm doing great! The best, actually.

Kayla: Oh, is it because of your mystery partner? (smiling playfully before turning towards the other male) Are we going to know his name tonight, or are the netizens going to have to do their thorough investigations?

Nico: (laughs) As fun as that is… Let me introduce to everyone, Aeon Oceanus. My fiance. (lifts one of his hands to show off a silver diamond-studded ring)

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Comment section from the live video: … … … … NDAPS: Did he say fiance? narrowcrepe: !!! NicosAngel: YUUUUUUS! I CALLED IT! I DEMAND AN INVITATION! FRONT ROW! ILL EVEN BE THE CARPET YOU WALK DOWN ON JUST SO I CAN SEE YOU GET MARRIED- excuseyou: Percy looks constipated hmm… Sorrynotsorry: NOT EVERYTHING IS ABOUT THAT TALENTLESS NEWBIE 🙄 Dundundun: But for real! I sense drama. Like, this guy really looks a lot like Jackson. I won't be surprised if they're related.

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Kayla: M-Marriage? Wow! That's amazing! No wonder you're glowing tonight. It must be love.

Nico: Ah, well, it's also my first time bringing a partner to an awarding ceremony. It feels amazing, knowing that from today onwards, I have no need to hide my relationship with my partner.

—- Comment section from the live video: excuseyou: Definitely constipated. Sorrynotsorry: Someone kick this Percy-stan out. —-

Kayla: And how about you… Mr. Oceanus?

Aeon: Aeon’s fine.

Kayla: How are you feeling tonight?

Aeon: I feel like I’m on cloud nine (smiles warmly). Having the love of my life acknowledge our relationship publicly, and having the public know that I am his as much as he’s mine… (pulls Nico close to press a kiss to his forehead) Perfect. Everything’s perfect.

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Comment section from the live video: NDAPS: HE SAID THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE OMG!!! EAT THAT PERCABETH SHIPPERS, YOU CAN HAVE YOUR GOLDEN COUPLE, WE HAVE OUR PLATINUM COUPLE! NicosAngel: 😭🥳😭🥳😭🥳😭 Perc4beth4evr: !!! Shituation: The way Nico closed his eyes, and his lips curling to the softest of smiles when Aeon pulled him close and kissed his forehead--- Dear God, I have a new reason to wake up everyday

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Kayla: That’s wonderful! All right, I won’t keep you guys any longer. I hope you enjoy the rest of the evening. And Nico, all the best for the awarding!

Kayla: (whispers, but microphone catches it) And all the best for your wedding.

Nico: (laughs) Thanks, Kayla. (walks into the event with Aeon, hand-in-hand)

#aeon (pjo)#nico di angelo #pjo #nion #percy jackson #still dunno what to tag this as

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ariesbilly · 2 months

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Hi. So this is random, I’ve never sent u an ask, but I had a dream about dacre two days ago???? ( ironic since I love billy and have never had a dream about him). And I think it’s because I went on insta trying to see any latest crumbs of dacre. I was in deep thought about how much content we could’ve potentially got from him. I see actors like Sebastian Stan constantly jumping from movies to movies. I wonder how different it would be if dacre was more active? Idk I’m rambling I’m just confused that I dreamt about dacre when I’m always thinking about billy lol.

Lmao! God I’m always thinking about the timeline where Covid didn’t immediately happen after season 3 and he really got a chance to flourish 🤧 but also he like fired his whole team cuz he didn’t like the roles he was being sent out for or whatever so…

But I don’t think dacres like…a public person, if that makes sense. Like you see he used to be really active on social media pre stranger things when no one knew who he was really, even with power rangers. And then stranger things happened and he had all this attention on him suddenly and he ever since has shied away from any sort of spotlight.

Plus dacre seems to be the type to really consider what roles he wants to take and what projects he wants to do and…no offense to Sebastian Stan but….man has been in some clunkers lmfao which I mean, you often hear actors being like “i took that role cuz I had bills to pay” and I’m not about to fault them for that 😂 but if dacre can manage to be choosy about roles and only do things he’s passionate about… I guess I can get over the long waits between seeing him 🙄

I’ll just watch broken hearts gallery 500 times lol

#briana answers things

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wonie-not-wony · 2 years

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head canon ✶ things nct dream would do as your seatmate

pairing. seatmate!nctdream x gn!reader

genre. fluff

warnings. none <3

a/n. yayy i now also write for nct dream! i hope u enjoy it c:

┆ mark .. 🐯

the best seatmate u can ask for

literally has every single material in his bag

before u can even ask for an extra ballpen he's already handing you not one but TWO ballpens.

he doesn't really share his materials often, but when it comes to you he'd give his whole bag.

tries his best to compliment you everyday 🥺

like he tries to notice whats different.

your hair, your clothes, new accessories.

he just wants to shower you with love 🤧🤧

┆ renjun .. 🦊

#1 teases you like there is no tomorrow

bullies u affectionately ☺☺

he does it because u look so cute mad 😭😭

helps carry your stuff to your desk

buys your lunch when he's in a good mood 😍😍

when u take naps he literally threats everyone to shut up so u can rest 😺

he moves your bangs away from your eyes from time to time

shares his notes with you

┆ jeno .. 🐶

greets you every morning once you enter the classroom 🌤

always asks you how your doing and how your day is going <3

always eats with u for lunch 🍱

both of you help each other in doing homework 💕

walks you home everyday 🤌🤌

┆ haechan .. 🐻

loud. just loud. 😭

u won't have peace for the rest of the school year

always asks to copy your hw or teach him the lesson bc he doesn't get it 🥲

but doesn't force you to :) he doesn't want to be a burden to you

helps you with the little things like cleaning the classroom when it's your assigned day to clean.

loves seeing you laugh so he tries to make u laugh at least once a day 😔💗

┆ jaemin .. 🐰

pats your head as a greeting <3

#2 teases you affectionately

talks loud but whenever he talks to you it's softer 🍃💐

subconsciously plays with your fingers

you guys always have your 7/11 dates after school 😼😼

┆ chenle .. 🐬

let's you copy his hw when you forget to do yours 🤠🤠

gives free tutoring for the subjects you don't understand 😍

has a resting bxtch face but he always lights up whenever he talks to you

dolphin laughs in ur ear 🐬🐬

you always catch him just staring at you with his cheek resting on his palm 🦋🦋

you always ask him why he does that. he just replies with some cheesy line like " we have to appreciate beautiful things for long periods of time. "

┆ jisung .. 🐹

always buys your favorite drink and places it on your desk in the morning 🧃

when you need to focus on ur studies but the class is too loud. he offers to share his earphones for you

he waits in the cafeteria line instead of you so you don't have to stand for a long time 🤧🤧

shares his food with you :)

helps u clean up your stuff after school

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winxanity-ii · 1 month

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⌜No Hoods Attached | Chapter 03 Chapter 03 | unfortunate⌟

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You gripped the sides of your head in panic as you stared at the legs in front of you.

Shit.

SHIT!

You were currently stuck underneath the table of the famous boy band, BTS; if your existence were revealed, it'd be over for you.

I'm too pretty to go to jail, you thought, shivering in terror at the thought of getting arrested because of a stupid mistake.

"Okay, Y/N. Don't panic," you mumbled to yourself, clenching and unclenching your hands in a rhythmic beat to calm yourself.

After successfully calming down, you reached into your back pocket and fetched out your phone.

A small bit of terror mixed with frustration ran through your veins when you saw that it was down to ten percent.

With no time to waste, you hurried to your contacts, shooting Seora a quick text.

𝐘/𝐍 Seora!

Not even a second later, you saw her typing back.

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Girl, where are you? I'm waiting out at the front, did you get the jacket?

𝐘/𝐍 Yes and I'm fucking stuck!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Stuck? Where?

𝐘/𝐍 Under the fucking table of BTS!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 I- Say sike rn

𝐘/𝐍 I'm deadass!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Receipts or it didn't happen

𝐘/𝐍 Seora!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Okok, I'll stop playing How the fuck did you get stuck there?

𝐘/𝐍 Because YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO FUCKING WARN ME IF SOMEONE WAS COMING AND YOU DIDN'T!

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 OK First of all, plz don't yell, I'm sensitive ;-; But seriously, I literally sent a text saying someone was coming and how I got caught and had to be escorted out Btw I'm blacklisted from volunteering or coming close to that venue Dreams crushed of seeing ATEEZs upcoming tour 💔😔🤧

True to her word, you scrolled up only to come face-to-face with a few texts saying exactly what she said they would.

𝐘/𝐍 Shit I'm fucked

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Yeah U kinda fucked bestie

𝐘/𝐍 I'm finna go to jail 😭

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Send pics of RM's ankles first I have a bet going on with this boy that RM is blasian, if his ankles ashy, then we have our answer

𝐘/𝐍 😐😑😐

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Can't you just idk wait and crawl out when it's over?

You sat for a few seconds, thinking it over; it sounded like a good idea, but the flaws were immediately pointed out to you.

𝐘/𝐍 There might be people coming to clean up after What if they catch me?

𝐒𝐄𝐎𝐑𝐀 Wait a sec I think I have an idea

As typing bubbles popped up from Seora's, most likely, long paragraph, your phone began powering down before completely cutting off.

The panic you felt earlier returned ten-fold. "No. No. No. No," you whispered as you repeatedly pressed the power button; the screen cut back on shortly only to show that it was currently on zero percent before cutting back off.

You pressed your face into your hands in defeat, allowing your dead phone to fall into your lap; you were doomed.

The excited giggles and deep chuckles brought you back from your mini-self-pitying fest.

Right.

You were stuck under the table of BTS during their fan-meeting with no means of communication.

At this point, all you could do was wait.

☆

For the past two hours, you've been stuck in the same position: sitting, legs crossed, with your hands buried deep into your lap.

Your mind had been in shambles since your phone died, leaving you stranded and at the mercy of fate. At this point, anything could happen, whether it be you getting caught or actually making it out without consequences.

Every time you felt yourself slipping into a trance, thinking that you were just dreaming, a sharp squeal of happiness would tear you away as a fan got a brief moment to speak with the famous idols.

Though, occasionally, you'd move sideways when one of them stretched their legs a little too close to you.

You didn't think you'd last if you had to wait another hour.

Fortunately, your prayers must have been answered because not even ten minutes later, the announcer went on to thank everyone for coming out to support BTS.

As the idol group stood up from the table, giving the audience an in-sync bow, you could hear the whining of the fans wanting the fan-meeting to last longer; soon enough, BTS exited the room, leaving you to sigh and breathe in relief.

Shots of nerves left your frame as you heard the sound of the audience dwindle. The room was as empty as it was when you and the volunteers left to take group pictures.

This was your chance to leave before the cleaning crew came.

Heaving yourself up onto your knees, you began crawling toward the end of the table. Just as you reached the end, you were stopped by something holding onto your shoe.

You wanted to turn around to see what was holding you back, but the sound of the metal door, that led you to your doom, opening filled your ears followed by a male's voice, "The room's empty now, so I'll go fetch a few staff members to help me gather the chairs before mopping. We should be done in less than two hours."

You have to hurry!

Tugging harder, you snatched and kicked your foot until it was set free; you allowed a relief-filled sigh to exit your body.

But relief immediately turned into shock when a loud crash echoed all around you.

Looking over your shoulder to find the source of the noise, you were met with the other end of the table broken down onto the floor.

The voice from earlier spoke out, causing your heart to stutter in fear within your chest. "What the hell was that?" The sound of footsteps grew nearer as the man came towards you.

Panic filled your body for the umpteenth time that day.

You were going to get caught!

With no time to think, you did the first thing that entered your mind: you reached for your foot, yanked off your shoe, and threw it as far as you could from underneath the table.

The sound of the shoe meeting one of the chairs caused a bigger crash to fill the room as it knocked over neighboring chairs.

You nearly shed tears as the direction of the man's footsteps drifted away from your direction towards the fallen chairs.

Peeking underneath the purple cloth, you watched as the man stared down at your flame-decorated Converse in confusion before picking up the chairs. Taking the chance, you rolled out from underneath the table before scurrying towards the door like a bug.

You cracked open the door wide enough for your body to slip through, nearly sobbing when you made it outside.

Raising yourself onto shaky legs, you allowed tears of relief to well up inside of your eyes. You couldn't believe you made it.

Your moment of serenity didn't last too long due to the sound of incoming footsteps.

Looking over, you were met with the face of the teller from earlier that day. "Ms. Han? Where is your shoe and what are you still doing here? Volunteers were dismissed nearly four hours ago."

Your mouth opened and closed several times. "I-I..." Shit. You didn't think you'd run into someone so soon; you'd hoped you'd make it to the nearest restroom and pretend that you had massive diarrhea or something.

Think, Y/N! Think! Your mind screamed as the teller stared down at you, waiting for an answer.

"My shoe mysteriously disappeared while I was in the restroom. I spent the last three hours searching for them before giving up," you stated in the best ditzy impression you could muster. "I suspect the Nargles are behind it."

The teller was quiet for a few seconds, trying to understand your sentence. "The...Nargles?"

"Yes, the Nargles. Mischievous creatures they are. But I suppose they're far away now, celebrating their haul." You smiled, swaying gently side-to-side.

On the inside, you were crying tears of embarrassment, but you knew this would be the only way to get out without having to really explain what happened.

The look on the teller's face was priceless at the act you put on. Before he could say anything, you began walking away in a dream-like daze. "I best get home before it gets too late. I hear that the Wrackspurts love to come out around midnight." And as soon as you were out of the teller's sight, you sprinted out of the building as fast as you could go.

***Lol, hope you enjoyed this. P.S. if you get the reference, I immediately love you ❤

~𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚~

The teller had a confused and disturbed look on his face as he watched you walk away with one shoe on foot.

He couldn't help but repeat the names of the strange creatures you brought up in the midst of his questioning you; so into his thoughts, he didn't notice the door opening, allowing the body of the man that almost caught you earlier to come out.

"Hey Ken, you won't believe this," the man spoke, breaking the teller away from his thoughts.

"Huh?" Ken asked, looking over to his friend. "What is it, Nathan?"

"I think one of the members left their hoodie behind, I found it underneath the table," the man said, lifting an oversized red hoodie before holding up a flame-decorated shoe. "Oh, I also found this shoe sitting in the middle of the room."

Ken's eyes widened at the shoe, he recognized it: it was the missing shoe you were looking for. "The Nargles," he gasped, his mouth falling open in awe.

Looking from Nathan to the shoe, Ken snatched the shoe away from him before sprinting down the hall, calling for you, "Ms. Han! Here's your shoe! The Nargles left behind in the fan-meeting room!"

Nathan was taken aback by this. "Nargles? What the fuck are Nargles?"

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