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"Yo, yo, it's me, Frye! The Grand Festival venue is coming together. It went from barren sands to big-time festival grounds in no time! I'm so hyped to see this place come alive soon." – Frye
BIG NEWS. Very excited to be able to share this. And very excited to be working with Mike again on this simultaneously new and old adventure. Give him a follow too if you haven’t already, as we chronicle this journey: @michaeldantedimartino
Here’s our quote from the press release: “We’re thrilled for the opportunity to helm this live-action adaptation of Avatar: The Last Airbender. We can’t wait to realize Aang’s world as cinematically as we always imagined it to be, and with a culturally appropriate, non-whitewashed cast. It’s a once-in-a-lifetime chance to build upon everyone’s great work on the original animated series and go even deeper into the characters, story, action, and world-building. Netflix is wholly dedicated to manifesting our vision for this retelling, and we’re incredibly grateful to be partnering with them.” — Bryan Konietzko & Michael DiMartino
Huge thanks to John Staub for this beautiful concept art. https://www.artstation.com/dustsplat
More later, but for now: https://deadline.com/2018/09/avatar-the-last-airbender-live-action-series-netflix-1202467089/
Love, Bryan
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24 TO 25 (18+!) — an interactive christmas story
❕HOW TO PLAY (important): Take your time, make yourself comfortable with a beverage of your choice or some snacks, read the story under the cut at your own pace. You, Y/N, are actually part of the story, starring as the main character and it’s your task to make decisions on how the story ends. Choices will be written in bold and have links attached to them, which will lead you to the next chapters of the story (based on your decision).
📖 SYNOPSIS: Like last year you spend the 24th and 25th December in a cosy winter cottage located in the snowy mountains. Being a part of your big friend group, it’s easy to lose focus when so many people are gathered together, all of them having a special connection with you. But which one of them will be your Christmas miracle? It’s up to you to decide!
📁 CONTENT INFO: ot8 x afab reader (not at the same time), all the imaginable relationship tropes involved (📎 picture for reference), fluff, smut and some angst
📂 WARNING: smut <including unprotected sex, dom/sub dynamics, oral (m + f receiving), fingering handjob, piv, creampie, facial, body cumshot, praise, different name calling such as baby, doll, angel, slut, princess, some possessiveness, semi public sex and accidentally getting caught, slightly tipsy but consensual sex>, alcohol consumption, mention of breakup and emotional discussions, being inside cramped spaces
🗒 WORD COUNT: approx. 5K (or 15K in total if you re-read)
Have fun and let me know who you ended up with! 💭
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“Where did you put the flour, Lixie?” Minho says, already getting on your nerves with his voice. It’s not as if his voice sounds annoying per se, but he for sure is.
“It should be in the upper cupboard.”
Minho sometimes visits you, after all he’s close with your roommate Felix and everyone around here – except for you. It’s totally fine to be in his presence for a few hours, but staying here in the winter cottage for two full days, from 24 to 25 – your friend group is expecting a lot from you.
It’s always been like this and you don’t even know why you can stand him, even though the feeling is mutual. Something about his behaviour, the general tone in his voice makes you want to jump and lets shivers run down your spine. Besides that, Minho uses every chance he gets to tease you or even make fun of you, being all so surprised once you return those approaches with the same spite.
The worst thing, however, is that he’s incredibly attractive. You can’t deny that. After all you have two eyes located in your head and you’d be a liar to deny his attractiveness.
There’s just something about him – the way his face looks without any tension in his muscles, that makes you swoon. Never in even a hundred years would you admit that. You’re sure, Minho would turn all this into a joke.
And that’s when you’re back to hating him again, once you get reminded of his persona. But ruining the mood is the last thing you want, so you decide to endure Minho and not engage in any of his bickering.
Easier said than done, especially when Felix asks you to join them in their afternoon baking session and you really want to but once Minho shoots you a glare, rolling his eyes so obviously, you decline.
“I’ll see what the others are up to, have fun.”
So, instead, you now approach your best friend Jisung in the living room. He’s focused on winning a race against Changbin and the first place is within reach – until the latter throws a blue shell on Yoshi aka Jisung. The younger one grunts, trying to suppress a few expletives since he notices you’re now sitting on the couch as well.
“Y/N, you should play with us once we start a new round,” Changbin offers. You’re not as close with him as you are with Jisung, but Changbin is your brother’s best friend. Your brother who called in sick today, unable to join the group. But Changbin makes up for it, filling every room with his good mood, as if it’s contagious.
“Alright,” you reply, grabbing a controller. Scooted between the two boys now, you give your best to show off your skills – Jisung and Changbin must have forgotten how much of a pro you are when it comes to Mario Kart. Back in the high school days, the two of them and your brother used to play this game all day, especially during the winter holidays.
You’re a bit sad now, he’s not with you today but also a bit relieved. You could swear, both Changbin and Jisung have been behaving a bit differently since they found out but you don’t want to read too much into it. It’s just that they seem to seek your attention but it’s probably due to making you feel comfortable despite being around all the other guys, especially since you’re not that close to all of them.
There’s Minho, we’ve analysed this already. But the fact they decided to invite Hyunjin as well leaves a bitter aftertaste on your tongue. You haven’t seen him in weeks or to be more specific – since the both of you broke up. But you’ve promised your friend group the weird tension between the tall one and you won’t have an effect on the group dynamic, that’s the last thing you want.
Then, another person you’re not that close to is Jeongin. He’s the best friend of Seungmin – your neighbour and the owner of this little retreat cottage – so it is understandable he invited him. Jeongin is much of a shy, introverted boy and you can’t read him yet. But he still seems nice judging from what you’ve heard and the few little chit chats you’ve shared.
“A blue shell again?! Dude–“ Jisung let’s out in annoyance, when Changbin shoots the item at him, making Jisung’s car fall off the rainbow. The elder chuckles and you join him. It’s always so much fun and way too easy to tease Jisung.
Once the two boys get into a fight about slipping on each other’s banana peels, they get less and less aware how you’re secretly winning this race. Severely annoyed about your skills now – it’s the fourth track you’re winning in a row – they decide to play another game you’re not as interested in anymore.
“Does anyone want some mulled wine?” Chan asks, when he approaches the living room.
“Yes, please, I need it,” you say, already standing on your feet again as you follow Chan in the kitchen. He’s the one you’ve known the longest, since the both of you grew up in the same neighbourhood. With your mother’s being childhood friends it had been predictable that you both were destined to become the same.
“You alright, angel?” Chan asks, making sure you’re comfortable like he always does.
“Yeah– don’t worry, I’m just a bit… confused how to act around Hyunjin, you know?”
If there’s someone in this group who knows you best, it’s Chan for sure. Even though on this day, you would consider Jisung your closest friend, Chan still knows you best, going through thick and thin throughout your life. He’s like your other half, already reading based on your expression that something is wrong, when you don’t even realise it yet.
“It was a bad idea inviting him, wasn’t it? I wanted to convince the others not to do it but–“
“No, no. Honestly it’s like part of totally getting over him, you know? And apart from that I don’t want to drive a wedge between the group and us.”
Your friend nods, softly stroking your back with his fingers and your breath hitches for a second. Chan has always been very touchy and it’s always been normal, nothing wrong about it. It still is but for some reason it makes your head spin today – possibly because you’re talking about an intimate topic, something your heart is too close to, that makes you vulnerable.
“Red, rosé or white?” Chan asks, grabbing a glas that will withstand the heat from the upper cabinet.
“Wow, what a variety. I’d like the white wine.”
Felix and Minho are still busy in another part of the spacious kitchen, totally in their own world, talking about different pastries or something. Luckily, the latter hasn’t noticed you yet.
Chan pours the steaming hot liquid into the glass, before he gently hands it to you. “Be careful,” he adds. You slightly nod, cooling the wine by blowing some air at the surface, until it’s possible to take a sip from it. Both the temperature and alcohol help your body to heat up even though it’s cosy enough in the cottage anyway.
“I will get the snacks ready,” Seungmin announces when he enters the kitchen, half of the guests now gathered here. Once Minho turns around he shoots an annoyed glare your way but you decide to ignore it. In the corner of your eye you witness Chan shaking his head at the childish behaviour but he doesn’t push further.
“Chan and Jeongin, could you perhaps get the dinner ready?” The owner of the house adds, before he turns around to you. “Y/N, you can prepare the table with– oh, sorry. I already assigned Hyunjin with that task but I can just switch with you and–“
“No, no. It’s fine, don’t worry,” you reply, watching Seungmin’s face blush in a pretty shade of red because of the little mistake he made when he carefully planned this evening. Not carefully enough.
“No– really we can–“
“Minnie, it’s okay. We’re both able to be in a room together, okay?”
Seungmin nods, whilst feeling his face heat up even more when he notices the nickname you use. Your neighbour has always had a weak spot for you since he met you for the first time. He can still recall it – over a year ago, when you moved into the empty and unoccupied room in Felix’s apartment on a snowy winter afternoon.
He helped you carry all your boxes upstairs back then and since he’s always been close to your roommate, it’s not rare for him to visit you or invite the both of you over. You’d consider him a friend – maybe not on the same level as Felix, Jisung, Changbin and certainly not Chan, but he’s fun to be around. Maybe a little shy in the beginning but he’s got the best random and most sudden punchlines up his sleeve, always managing to make the whole group laugh.
Besides that, he’s a good soul. A true good soul, offering all of you to stay at his family’s winter cottage in the woods, close to the mountains and planning the whole holiday – the second time in a row. You’ll be forever grateful for this, which is another reason you just comply and join Hyunjin in the living room, who’s already busy preparing the table.
For a solid five minutes neither of you talk, even though your ex boyfriend gives you a warm smile from time to time – just a small gesture to approach you or at least make the situation less awkward. Until you witness him bite his plump lips – a habit he’s always had and a sign he’s contemplating what to do next.
“How are you?” It’s so sudden but it’s not sudden at all. The tension is thick, so thick you’re sure you could cut it with the knife Chan is currently using in the kitchen to prepare the vegetables and meat.
“Fine, really. What about you?”
It’s been weeks since the both of you spoke and whenever you look into Hyunjin’s dark eyes again, you’re immediately hit with a rush of sadness, nostalgia and hope. A weird combination it is. But it’s the best way to describe what his presence awakens inside of you.
“Yeah, okay. I’m okay. How’s your job? Did you get the promotion?”
The casual talk feels good. It keeps you distracted from the reason your long term relationship has ended and you’re glad to think of something else for once, when you look into his eyes.
“No– I didn’t. They actually fired a lot of employees due to increasing prices and taxes and all. I’m glad I was able to stay there.”
Hyunjin nods, surprised and you can see the sincere empathy on his face. He’s encouraged you a lot when the both of you still were together and he’d have continued if you hadn’t cut off the contact. But now, almost one and a half months later, he knows it’s what the both of you need to maybe develop a stable platonic relationship again.
“I’m so sorry, Y/N. Maybe it’ll work out some other time.”
That’s when the conversation dies out after, but it’s not awkward in the slightest. You’re both busy preparing the bowls, plates and cutlery anyway, waiting for Chan and Jeongin to bring the meals to the table. A few minutes later, everything is served and the whole group gathers around the delicious scent, ready to eat.
You’re granted with the dishes of the year, really. Chan has always been quite famous when it comes to his cooking skills, even at a young age of a preteen he was interested in trying out different kinds of foods already. But you haven’t been aware of Jeongin’s secret talent and it makes you eager to learn more about him.
He really seems like a pleasant person, especially when the both of you are engaged in a conversation, sitting across from each other.
“You haven’t watched the movie?” The youngest asks. His eyes are filled with hope and he looks so adorable. He’s got the right amount of cuteness in his persona but something tells you that’s not all there is and you’re dying to find out more about the stranger that happens to be your neighbour’s friend.
“No, not yet. But it’s on Netflix, so maybe after dinner…”
“We definitely should– guys can you believe–“
“We know, Innie,” Jisung says, “we’ve been trying to convince Y/N to watch it with us for the past years and it’s a miracle you didn’t even have to put effort in it.”
That is true. Usually, you’re not in the mood to watch movies except for the ones you’ve seen a million times before. It’s just exhausting these days, focusing on something for more than twenty minutes.
“Maybe she’s interested in our maknae,” Changbin teases from the other side, sending a seductive glance in your direction, his eyebrows wiggling in a way that turns the whole situation into a joke. You scoff and roll your eyes at the assumption.
When you’re done with that, you witness two sad looks from the other end of the table – both Hyunjin’s and Chan’s posture shrinks at the thesis which your brother’s best friend has thrown into the middle of the room. You get that it irritates your ex boyfriend – but Chan? It’s probably just his protective nature again, not wanting anyone to make you feel bad or embarrassed.
“Let’s just watch the movie, shall we?”
And thats how you find your big group gathered around in front of the TV. Felix joins you on your left, cuddled together underneath a soft blanket. The other side is occupied by Jisung and Changbin and you already curse yourself for choosing that specific spot, knowing the both will be unable to shut their mouths for more than ten seconds.
Chan is still looking a bit confused but he’s chosen a cosy spot in front of you, kinda huddling against your lower legs. From time to time, he sneaks his palm in your direction – non-verbally asking for snacks like a dad would do on a long car drive.
The movie starts and the plot catches your attention within the first few scenes – a rather rare matter. Usually, it’s hard for you to get into them and you curse yourself for not watching this one earlier.
“I’ve told you so,” Jisung whispers in your ear and it lets shivers run down your spine – the good kind. It’s nothing new, being so close to him. After all, you’ve been best friends since the last year of high school but you blame it both on the wine and the atmosphere that his sheer presence irritates you – in a good way.
All while Felix is snuggled up on your other side, his fingers entangled in your own. Since you’re both roommates, you tend to do movie (or rather Netflix or Anime) nights quite often. He’s by far the most touch starved friend of yours, always looking for excuses to be near you but you’ve always understood it as a way of showing his platonic affection for you.
“Do you enjoy it?” He asks and you nod, squeezing his hand tight. His other arm embraces you, grabbing your waist and pulling you closer to him. But his next words make your breath hitch and you could swear your heart beat performs a double-time flow for a few bars.
“You look really pretty tonight.”
Instantly feeling your face heat up, you just smile and thank him for the compliment, unable to reply something else. Of course, you’ve viewed Felix in a far from friendship light before – after all you are roommates (quoting the famous vine here). But that’s all there is. Sure, he’s obviously attractive but you wouldn’t risk your cosy home because of an impulsive decision.
You try to push the thoughts aside and concentrate on the movie in front of you instead, until the next one of your friends decides to give it a shot. What is going on with the boys tonight?!
“You know,” Changbin starts, still sitting on your right, but speaking at a volume the others aren’t able to hear, “I’m glad your brother didn’t attend the party. It makes it easier for me to approach you.”
You gulp down the lump that has been built in your throat, feeling your heart racing at an even faster speed than the one you used at the Mario Kart track earlier. Head spinning and mind absolutely losing it, you slightly tilt your head so you’re able to look at him.
“Is that so?” The sudden confidence of yours surprises you.
“Hm, I’d love to spend more time with you.”
You don’t answer right away but that’s not a problem to your brother’s best friend at all – Changbin’s intention is to lure you with a few words, a simple phrase filled with promises and ideas. And even if he wanted to add more, Jisung is the faster one to talk to you now.
“You should have listened to me for once, you know. I knew you’d like the movie. I know what’s good for you, Y/N.”
Is it suddenly forty degrees here or where’s the heat coming from? How are three of your friends simultaneously hitting on you or whatever they’re doing right now? Did they just wait for some quiet time in the cottage? The idea lets your heart pick up its pace even further and you feel yourself overwhelmed, not having expected the evening to take such a turn.
But you’re reading too much into it – Minho, for instance, is still ignoring you like he usually does. What you don’t catch is your so-called enemy ogling you from time to time whenever you don’t look and especially when Felix scoots another centimetre closer to you.
Besides sitting far away from you, Hyunjin shoots a glare in your direction from time to time, thinking he’s not as obvious as he actually is. But you don’t blame him. After all, your eyes always meet, indicating you're looking at him as well.
What does surprise you is Chan being so close to you, apparently turning around from time to time to look at you. It’s suspicious how many times he’s asked for more of your snacks in the past few minutes, earning a playful sentence from Jisung who’s just as busy getting your attention.
At this point you can’t focus on anything happening in the movie anymore and you’ve given up, no idea what’s going on. Luckily, a few minutes later the last scene ends and you tell the others you’ll need a moment, heading towards the bathroom located upstairs.
A splash of cold water helps you stop being so delusional for a second and you would touch some grass if the snow wouldn’t hide the ground outside. Once you’ve toddled down the stairs again, you’re met with the guys still sitting in their previous seats, but a discussion about what to do next has begun.
“Now that we have the whole house to ourselves, do you guys know what we should do?” Jisung giggles, wiggling his eyebrows.
“Seven guys and Y/N– I’ve never expected you to be into gangbangs, Jisung,” Changbin states, quite in shock but partly unserious.
The younger sighs, a bit annoyed his friend is turning his idea into a joke, “No, man, we can play hide and seek in this huge house.”
Men are so easy to impress. You get aware of it once again, when the group turns into a cheering crowd and everyone is getting up from their seats. Now assembled together, you start playing rock, paper, scissors to determine the seeker.
Minho is the lucky one and you hope so dearly he doesn’t find you at the first try. This man turns everything into a big joke that involves you and his ability to defeat you in whatever small game.
“So… should I start?” He asks, as everyone is waiting at the starting line, ready to sprint to a possible hiding place. When Minho positions himself in front of the huge wall in the living room, his eyes hidden behind his palms and his blocked view directed to the stone barrier, his back looking at the group, he starts counting.
Everyone instantly rushes away from the spot, a few giggles erupting through the room.
It’s your first decision to make now, quickly.
Will you sprint up the stairs or stay on the ground floor?
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Gemini: Yongbok
Summary: It’s not quite end of the world, but it feels like it. Felix is gone on vacation when you need your best friend most. Thankfully a surprise guest can be a distraction for the night.
Warnings: 18+ minors DNI due to adult content. Unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), use of pet names (baby), brief degradation(pain slut is used), mention of alcohol, and some alcohol consumption. Mc is a little bit of a mess with bad coping mechanisms 😅 Hopefully I haven’t missed anything. It’s been a minute since I’ve had to write warnings.)
Word Count: 5,900 and some change
Author’s Note: Oh my god I’m actually posting something. Thank you for always being so patient. Life outside of tumblr has been kinda a mess. But I’m honored to finally share with you guys the first part of the Gemini series. Please enjoy it! Let me know what you think! Hopefully Yongbok captures your heart! He my favorite of the twins. 🥰 Also shoutout to the lovely @nymeriaaa for making the moodboard for me! Please check out her beautiful creations!!! Or drop her a follow, she’s amazing.
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Halloween is supposed to be fun. A holiday of scares, dressing up, movie marathons, and eating an exorbitant amount of candy. That was the plan for today. Fate, however, wanted to play different cards for you. First, your plans made a week ago with Felix fell through. He was on vacation to go visit some of his relatives. He tried to stay home, but you encouraged him to go. Everyone deserves time to see their family when able to. You would be fine a few days apart. Then last night, your parents got news about your grandpa. His health was on the decline after a sudden stroke and affairs needed to be settled. Your parents left in a rush this morning, getting on the first plane out of state. Unfortunately, it left you home alone waiting for updates.
To stay distracted, you slipped on the costume you bought. A cliche angel outfit that was far more skimpy than it should have been. The mirror selfies you sent Felix earned you several lines of key smashing and heart eye emojis. So not a complete waste of money. It was a shame he couldn’t witness the sight in person. You would love to see the flushed cheeks and stumbling over his words.
The doorbell ringing pulls you from your thoughts. There is a bowl of candy by the door for you to hand out to kids. You just need the motivation to get up from the living room couch. Maybe the smiles from some cute kids dressed up will make you feel better. Even for a moment. It’s a struggle, but you stand. Whoever is outside is persistent, still ringing the bell by the time you get to the door.
To your surprise, it’s Yongbok who is standing on your porch. A smile creeps onto his face while his eyes roam your body. “Are you wearing that for me?”
You blink twice in disbelief. Yongbok is here. Physically in front of you after two weeks of no contact. He’s okay and safe. Relief washes over you. It’s not Felix, but he’s just as good. Far better than an empty house.
You rush forward, crashing yourself into his embrace with enough force it causes him to step back with a chuckle. You don’t care, too focused on securing your arms around his middle to keep him close. The smell of cologne and laundry softener lingering on his clothes hits you. It’s a mesh of what you know is Yongbok, even with your eyes crammed shut. It’s comfort in the simplest form.
Yongbok wraps his arms around you to keep you close, voice low. “Felix called me. Said he wasn’t able to be here to check on you. You don’t deserve to suffer alone.”
Of course Felix would watch out for you. The two hour long phone call last night comprised your waves of crying, with Felix trying to console you. There wasn’t anything you could do and nothing he could do while being miles away.
You mumble against Yongbok’s shoulder. “Can we go somewhere? I just want to drink and forget for a minute.”
“Is that what you want? We can go grab a bite to eat instead.” Yongbok pulls away, searching for confirmation. His thumb brushes away the tears welling up on your lash line. There is a pout on your lips when you shake your head. He nods, understanding before providing a suggestion. “Minho’s having a party.”
“I don’t want to see him.”
“It’s a house party, babe. If you see him, it’ll be brief. Jisung is keeping him busy. All the liquor you could want.”
Tonight is not the night to deal with Minho’s attitude. Though the free alcohol is nice. Even better if at Minho’s expense. A house party near the college campus leads to plenty of people. So there is truth behind Yongbok’s words. You might get away with not running into Minho. Plus, if you get wasted tonight, Yongbok’s apartment is a short walk, meaning you don’t have to come back home.
“I also came prepared.” Yongbok says while pulling out a headband from his back pocket. It has two plastic devil horns attached. He appears pleased with himself once securing them onto his head.
“Where the hell did you get those?”
“Raided Felix’s closet. I’m pretty sure these are the same ones from when he was ten. But I fit in with you. Don’t you think? Who better to corrupt you?”
That harmless question runs deeper than it should. Is Yongbok’s influence on you corrupt? Some people in your life worry, warning you to keep him at arm’s distance away, but you know Yongbok better than anyone. There is no controlling behavior that limits you from doing the things you want to do. Nothing feels wrong with him. He’s not trying to hurt you. There is safety in Yongbok. If he was a bad person, there would be noticeable red flags. You are the one that follows like a lost puppy. It’s not his doing. You cling to him because you miss him. His only fault is his shitty ability to stay in touch. These thoughts continue to run through your mind on the drive to your destination.
The street Minho lives on has parked cars lining both sides of the street. Yongbok gets lucky with his spot, only a few houses down. With his hand in yours, he leads you to the house. Even with the short length of your dress you are wearing, it’s a lot more than several people here. That’s half the fun of Halloween, you think. A day of putting on a mask that’s not your normal self. As long as no one gets hurt, there is no harm. If these people feel comfortable in their skin, all the power to them and their costumes. Hell, that’s why you purchased yours.
The further you travel into the house, the more crammed it is with buzzed people. Loud music pours out of a sound system in the living room where an intense game of beer pong takes place. The cheers nearly drown out the music. While people watching you do spot Minho. He’s sitting on the arm of a couch in a dress. Jisung is next to him in a suit. Bonnie and Clyde from what Yongbok whispers into your ear. If Minho wasn’t a jerk, you would consider the couple’s outfit cute.
Yongbok offers a wave towards Minho before pulling you out of the room towards the kitchen. To your relief, there are fewer bodies in here than half the house. Surprising with the mess of all the alcohol and food being sprawled out for the taking. There are enough plastic cups to stack straight to the moon. He avoids it all by going for a cabinet tucked away in a corner. He’s shoulder deep digging around. You raise an eyebrow at the bottle of flavored vodka he pulls out.
Yongbok shrugs before reaching into another cabinet for clean glasses. “He owes me.”
It’s no skin off your back. Better Yongbok to drink Minho’s stash than someone else. It’s the risk of a house party you figure. You push the consequences away from your mind, staying glued to Yongbok as he heads towards the back of the house. A push on the backdoor leads you out into the warm fall weather. The backyard is scarce of people minus a handful of small groups too invested in their own conversations. Yongbok scans the area before settling on the fire pit. The couches surrounding the lit fire are empty, allowing you a conversation at normal volume away from strangers.
There is silence between you both while Yongbok pours a generous amount of alcohol into each glass. You prefer a mixed drink just based on preference, yet the stress of the day has you ready to drink straight from the bottle if he would let you.
“Did you want to talk about it?” Yongbok says while offering a glass.
“What do you think?”
“Okay. I’ll…” Yongbok’s words trail off, consumed by you swallowing the alcohol as quickly as you can. Tastes awful while burning like battery acid on the way down your throat to an empty stomach. You know the decision will haunt you. None of it matters. Not even the headache you will be nursing later. All that matters is the buzz. When Yongbok notices your attempt to reach for the bottle, he swipes it away to keep out of reach. “Easy baby. You gotta pace yourself. You’re gonna make yourself sick.”
“I just want to be drunk.”
“Let it hit first. Then you can have more. Whatever you’re going through isn’t that serious.”
“I thought you were the fun one.” You scoff in annoyance, biting back the urge to call him a killjoy. Or if you wanted to rile him up, you would call him Felix. Nothing got under his skin more than that. You used said ammo only a handful of times over the years of knowing him. It was effective each time. You choose not to. Yongbok came to your rescue tonight. Instead, you use the opportunity to get answers on other matters. “Speaking of where the hell have you been?”
“I was taking care of a couple of things.”
“You always say that shit. What were you doing?”
“I was working to get cash together. I couldn’t pay the phone bill till last night.” Yongbok takes a sip. A nose scrunch paired with a small hiss leaves him at the taste. He’s never been one for vodka. “Maybe it was fate. I get service and the first that happens is Felix blowing up my phone.”
For the first time, his vague answer doesn’t reassure you. You always take his words to heart because you trust him. You never pry, you assume Yongbok is being honest. Jisung has told you on multiple occasions Yongbok is at work or with the guys drinking. There isn’t much variety past that. Even with the lack of communication, he could come visit you at work or your house. He’s not banned, only barred from staying the night.
“You didn’t think to stop by? Let me know that you’re okay? If you need help, you can ask me.”
“I don’t want you to worry. It’s easier if you don’t see me at my lows.”
“No contact for two weeks is panic-inducing if you didn’t know, asshole.”
Without missing a beat, Yongbok is snarky right back to you. “Yeah, and how many times have I told you not to worry about me? I’m a big boy.”
“Well, you haven’t had the best track record. I’m always waiting for either the call about you being arrested again or death.”
“Where’s your faith in me? Damn.”
Silence falls between you two. All you can do is shake your head as the anger bubbles in you. You want better communication. That’s not an absurd request. Yongbok comes back from his reclusiveness with the same bullshit excuses. He preaches things are changing for the better. That he will stay in touch this time. Then nothing is different. It’s washed and repeated every single time with the same outcome. Perhaps those are red flags and you choose to ignore them. Or, as you take a jab at yourself, once again you are overreacting and selfish with Yongbok. There is a line between his effort and asking too much of him. It’s not an entitlement to ask the bare minimum, right?
You choose to steal Yongbok’s glass to down the remaining vodka, ready to get to the part of the night where the fuzziness hits you. You don’t want to be upset anymore. Not at him or yourself.
“Come here. Let’s not do this tonight. You already had a rough day.” Yongbok says while taking the empty glasses away from you before leaving them on the table. You allow him to take hold of your hands as you scoot closer to him. Your eyes are avoiding him, focused on the way his thumb runs over the back of your hand to offer reassurance. At some point, he got a new tattoo on this knuckle. You get caught up in the small design, almost missing him speaking again. “I’m sorry, okay? I hate borrowing money from you. Took me months to pay you back last time. Things are smoothing out. I’ll be more consistent from now on.”
“Do you promise?”
“Hey, why are you acting like we don’t have all the time in the world?”
“We don’t.”
Your voice sounds small and hurt. There is no hiding your feelings. Still, you don’t clarify even when Yongbok pries for an answer. There is a lot on your plate right now. Not only your grandpa but other issues as well. The load is heavy, a lot at once. You are struggling to hold it together, trying to not let it clatter to the floor in a mess.
There is confusion written on Yongbok’s face when he moves to be in your line of sight. You instigated the conversation yet you are realizing the last thing you need is any heavy topics tonight. So you close your eyes and let it go with a deep breath. Everything can wait till morning. You wanted one night, just one night of peace. Yongbok has provided that space for you before. He gloats about it half the time. Besides, you both know if you want to talk about problems in your life, you talk to Felix.
Your eyes open when Yongbok’s fingers find your chin to tilt your face towards his. His eyes are searching yours. Your throat tightens in response to nerves. That urge to cry is there again as tears build on your lash line. You pray Yongbok doesn’t continue to prod for an answer. You may fall apart on him. All you want is for him to do what he does best: be a distraction.
Before he gets the chance to speak, you lean forward to press your lips against his own. The kiss is soft. Yongbok leaves you in control, not asking for more. Just to provide comfort. He matches the energy, and it’s enough to take the edge off.
Yongbok still looks concerned when you pull away, voice softer now. “Baby, what is bugging you? You got all these thoughts in your pretty head plaguing you. You can tell me anything.”
“I can’t. Not right now.”
“I won’t push. Don’t bottle it up forever. You taught me that.”
You nod. He is right. The words revealing what your stress is about will never come out tonight. Even if he pried till you broke down. There is news you need to tell Yongbok, yet your heart stings at the thought. Instead, you will wait a few days till Felix is back and come up with a game plan, or till Felix is fed up with you and tells you to send a damn text message. Might not be the worst idea since communicating face to face isn’t working.
You crawl into the personal space of Yongbok. Now in his lap, knees on either side of his hips. The short dress has ridden up your thighs. There is no actual concern about the other people lounging in the backyard. You don’t care if they see you like this. All they are is a haze in the background. At this moment, they don’t exist. You don’t know them, never will see them again. All that matters is Yongbok giving you his undivided attention.
Yongbok’s hands are warm against you as he caresses your hips. It’s soothing. Sends a buzz of excitement through you. It’s baffling how a simple touch leaves you comforted better than anything else has today. However, you are grateful for it. You want Yongbok to peel all of your tension away, leaving you with peace.
Your hands fidget with the collar of his jacket. There is a look of feigned innocence on your face as you speak. “You look good tonight.”
“We just got here. You can’t be doing this to me.”
“Why not? I want to.”
“I think you’re hurting and you’re looking for any distraction you can get.”
Obviously, you think, wanting to call him out. That’s what is happening, why he picked you up, and why you are sitting here at Minho’s house, of all places. You love that he is showing concern, but right now you want Yongbok to read the situation differently. There is a pout on your lips. “And you’re supposed to be helping.”
“I just don’t want you to do something you don’t want to do.”
“It’s my decision. No one is forcing me to do anything.”
Yongbok’s eyes follow one of your hands, moving down the length of his chest to palm at his crotch. He sharply inhales, hips shifting against your hand, rutting up against you. His gaze changes. It’s hungry to match your own. It never takes much to rile him up. “We could go upstairs. Fuck on Minho’s bed to piss him off.”
“Tempting. Very tempting, but I wouldn’t do that to Jisung.”
“Damn you and good conscience.” He says before leaning forward to place soft kisses on your neck. The sensation is enough to leave you melting on the spot. It’s hard to concentrate, far too touch starved to think of anything else. Your head falls back to expose more of yourself to him as you sigh, basking in the attention. “Someone has to be the voice of reason.”
“Where’s the fun in that? Be a little bad.”
“I learned my lesson last time.”
Yongbok’s breath tickles your skin when he scoffs. His hold tightens around you as he goes back to a mix of kisses and light nips against your skin. Small moans slip out of you while your nails dig into the jacket he’s wearing. Once he finds the familiar sensitive spot at the base of your neck, he wetly sucks a mark onto your skin.
“Bokkie…” Your words trail off as you grab a fistful of his hair to pull him away. He stares with curiosity, wondering why you have stopped him. There is a smile tugging on the corner of his lips. The only thought you have is to kiss and bite his lips till they’re bruised. It can’t happen out here, because you will want more of him. The longer he winds you up, the more convincing his earlier suggestion will be. “Get me out of here.”
“Whatever you want.”
There is something gratifying when Yongbok is worked up. His tunnel vision is directed solely at you and you alone. The second he can shut the front door, he’s attached to you. His hands are on your hips as he guides you to the nearest wall he can reach, not even leaving the entryway. His body is pressed right against yours, leaving no space between you two. The sweet kisses from before are gone. This time as passionate as he wants with finally having privacy.
You don’t even care for how the costume’s wings dig into your back. Barely an annoyance when helping Yongbok out of his jacket. He doesn’t care if it lands a few feet from him, too invested in pressing his tongue between your parted lips.
Yongbok kisses as if he loves you. Loves you so much that the last two weeks apart have been just as rough on him as they were for you. Though the love word has never been discussed. The arrangement has always been harmless, fooling around with no strings attached. If there is no commitment, there are no consequences. The both of you walking away in the morning, platonic as ever. Or that’s what you are convinced happens, even if your fluttering heart is trying to tell you otherwise.
Both of Yongbok’s hands travel to your ass, causing you to gasp. He squeezes and kneads, enjoying the way you squirm against him. He pulls away with a wide smile. “When are you gonna let me have a piece of this?”
“When I think you’ve earned it.”
“Good thing I love trying.”
Yongbok falls to his knees in front of you. His hands slip under your short dress to pull your underwear down. The thin material pools around your ankles, easy to step out of and widen your stance for Yongbok to settle between your thighs. Excitement from the anticipation pools in your gut. All that longing for his touch since leaving Minho’s place is over now that you finally have Yongbok where you want him.
A small moan leaves you when Yongbok’s fingers find you folds. He gently runs over your slit before slipping a finger with little resistance. The smile was long gone, now replaced with a smug look when you make eye contact. “You’re practically dripping. You’re never this wet.”
“It’s you. Missed you.”
Yongbok is pleased with your admittance, mumbling something unintelligible under his breath. He leans forward to prod at your clit with his tongue. It’s easy to get caught up in the pleasure with how determined he is to make you feel good. He doesn’t tease tonight. It’s not the time or place. You asked for the distraction and he’ll provide it. Yongbok knows your body inside and out. He knows it well. As he should after the amount of times you have found yourself in this position. He was your first time and continues to be the only one you go to for sex. You want him, all of him. From his mouth, hands, and cock. The want is enough to make you delirious.
“Need you Bokkie.”
“You have me. You can have my cock after you come for me.”
Yongbok continues his actions. Your hips rock against his face. Your hands tangling themselves in his long dark hair to keep him pressed against you. Yongbok moans at the tight hold, his eyes shutting in content. He thrives in such intimate moments. It’s a power trip for him. No one else gets this opportunity to make you feel this good. Plus, he knows there isn’t a thought in your mind. Just focused on what’s happening. Regardless, there are no plans to stop, unless you tell him it’s too much.
You never want him to.
His tongue flicks across your clit with precision while slipping a second finger inside of you to work in and out. Yongbok always takes the time to prepare you. He still tries even when the two of you barely have time to fool around. It matters to him; you have no reason to deny him. Gladly being greedy and letting him.
Yongbok sucks on your clit intent now. He knows the telltale signs of your approaching orgasm. The way you have tense up against the wall, leading to your thighs trembling with the intensity when it peaks. Yongbok lets out a satisfied moan against you, fingers slipping away so he can press himself as close as possible against your pussy. His tongue laps up all that your body offers him, giving you time to bask in the glow from the rush.
Finally, you release your hold on him, hands falling to your sides to press against the wall to support your weak legs. Yongbok is gasping as he sits back on his knees. Saliva and your wetness coats his face. He looks fucked out. Pupils blown wide with desire. He’s waiting, waiting for command. You can already hear him, knowing what he would say. Whatever you want, he’ll do it. Just say the words.
“I’m gonna ride your cock till you’re all I can think about.
“Oh, you are more than welcome to, babe. Bedroom first.”
The short walk to Yongbok’s bedroom takes longer than it normally does. Along the way, you shed the flimsy angel wings. Yongbok still doesn’t separate more than he needs to when helping you out of your clothes. The cold air is enough to send a shiver up your spine. His hands running up and down your body soothe the goosebumps forming.
With a little guidance from you, Yongbok stumbles back to sit on the edge of his bed. He’s quick to kick off his shoes before sliding up the bedding. You follow, straddling his waist. The denim of his jeans is rough against your skin as you grind down on the straining erection. There is something almost sinful about getting to enjoy Yongbok like this. He’s breathtaking and makes even prettier noises. You grind again, earning you another beautiful low groan. Hopefully, he aches with need. You crave to have him just as desperate.
Your fingers find the base hem of his shirt, pulling up and off his body. Yongbok discards his shirt to the side before he lays down, letting you take him in. Your fingers trace over the tattoos decorating his collar bones. He’s had the pieces for a while now. A part of a chest piece he’s getting. There are fresh additions to him not in the shape of a tattoo. Your fingers trail further down, avoiding the metal jewelry pierced through his nipples. “When did you get these?”
“It’s been a bit. We’ve been having quickies so haven’t had the time to show you. You can touch them.”
“Are you sure? Don’t they take a while to heal?”
“Yeah.” Yongbok reaches for your hands, bringing them to his nipples. “I’ve had them for months now. Trust me. If I’m telling you to touch, it’s okay.”
“I’ll avoid them for now. You can manage one night without being a pain slut.”
“You have no room to talk, babe. Last time you were here, you begged for me to bite you harder.”
“I like it when you mark me up.”
Yongbok raises an eyebrow. “Yeah? Enjoy reminiscing about what I do to you?”
“Always,” you say with a cheeky smile. Your hands travel down Yongbok’s chest, down to his toned stomach, to the front of his jeans. With the button and zipper undone, you are closer to what you want. “Helps me get off when you’re not around.”
“God, do you remember when we snuck into that house of mirrors at the fair? I fucked you stupid and you could barely walk.”
“Never again. We almost got caught!”
“Well, I wasn’t planning on ripping my jeans on that stupid fence. Fuck.”
A laugh burst out of you at the memory. You had cleared the hole in the fence without a problem. He did not, tearing a sizable hole. Yongbok tries to present himself as suave and collected. Though he’s human and has moments of klutziness. It’s cute even if he was embarrassed. Perhaps it keeps him humble.
Once collected, you raise yourself enough to help Yongbok slip his clothing down his thighs. His cock is hard against his stomach as he settles. As much as you enjoyed the experience, you would never let him convince you to be that foolish again. One close call is more than enough to scare you.
“You’re nothing but bad luck. I gotta avoid you so you don’t pass it to me.”
“Too late, baby. You’re wrapped around my finger and I ain’t letting go.” Yongbok hisses through gritted teeth at the harsh squeeze from your hands around his sensitive cock. His smile only grows. “You know it’s true. If only you knew what you do to me.”
“I know. I can feel it right now. Cock rock hard and all for me.”
“Only for you. Fucking use me.”
With that, you happily shift forward to guide his cock to your dripping hole. The stretch of Yongbok’s cock is better than his fingers ever are as you sink down to take all of him. It’s a selfish thought, but his cock feels like a dream come true as you rock your hips. A perfect fit that was made for you alone. Made to touch all your sensitive spots with ease.
Your hands cling to his headboard for support as you set your pace. You want to take your time. Drag tonight out for as long as you physically can. Your mind blanks while getting lost in the haze of movements. Perhaps it’s the alcohol in your system hitting or it’s finally being able to forget the rest of the world for this moment. Nothing else that matters other than being with Yongbok. Whatever issues life plagued you with are now long gone.
It’s why you find yourself here so often. He is your salvation. The bubble that surrounds you to let you forget responsibility. The sex is a coping mechanism that you refuse to believe is anything but good because it feels so right. It’s pure bliss. You will continue to find peace here if it means you can breathe.
Perhaps that’s why Yongbok is so addicting. He’s much like a drug. Temporary freedom that gradually lets you back down to reality. By the time he wears you out, you have forgotten what caused you to run to Yongbok. Is it unhealthy? Debatable. Normal people work through their problems. Till you are forced to, you will continue to fuck around with the handsome man under you. Yongbok will let you.
“Look at me, baby. Look at me.”
You didn’t even realize your eyes had shut till you opened them to glance down. Yongbok always enjoys eye contact. It’s his way of forcing you to acknowledge it’s him who is the one that brings you this pleasure. The one that learns with you. He fulfills all your desires when wanting to try new things. He is the one you are safe enough to give control to. Not once over the last year has been self-centered. He lets you call the shots. Make sure you come first and as often as you want. Even now, his hands are on your hips yet you move as fast as you want. However rough you want. There is an occasional buck up from Yongbok when he meets you halfway, though it doesn’t deter you.
“God, so fucking beautiful when you ride my cock.”
A small whine escapes you when you pick up speed. His words always affect you in two ways. One, by sending a rush of satisfaction to your brain. The dopamine rewards you for making him feel just as good as you do. Then second, a buzz in your core that’s ready to shoot pleasure through you.
The desperation in your voice even surprises you when you speak. “Bokkie, please.”
“You don’t have to beg, baby. Just come.” Yongbok’s fingers ghost over your skin down to your clit. His thumb circles the bundle of nerves knowing it's what you need for that final push over the edge. “Keep those pretty eyes on me. Don’t look away.”
You follow the command, too close to risk him stopping even if you know he won’t. His brown eyes stare up at you with awe. As if you are some divine being in front of him. An old phrase Yongbok used to say runs through your mind. The closest to heaven he’ll ever get. It feels that way with every orgasm he brings you.
His own face contorts in a look of pleasure as you ride out your high that finally peaks. You feel it too, the way your walls clench around his cock. There is notably more wetness from your arousal that continues to form. Simply extra fuel to the fire of your desire. All of you crave more of him. It’s never enough, you think. Even if all of your senses are wrapped up in everything that’s him, you need more.
If only your body could keep up with the demand. Yongbok understands once your hips slow. It’s all so sudden when he pushes off the bed to sit up. His arms snake around you and in a blink you find yourself on your back, head hitting the pillows as Yongbok hovers over you.
“Yongbokkie…”
“I know, baby. Just a little more. I’m close.”
You cling to him, a thin layer of sweat on both of you. Your own heartbeat is pounding almost enough to burst out of you. It baffles you how he appears to be put together, as you can’t seem to ground yourself from all the sensations.
“One more, baby.” Yongbok smiles down at you in response as your quick breaths turn into little gasps from the force of his thrusts. He knows another orgasm is on your horizon, especially with how sensitive you have become. It doesn’t deter him from sneaking a hand between you to tease your sensitive clit again. “Give me that last one. I know you can.”
It’s nearly on cue when another orgasm courses through you, trapping the words you want to say in your throat. Your nails dig into his soft flesh, earning a guttural moan from him. More words of praise spill from Yongbok’s lips. He’s nearly there now. Movements desperate to reach that high.
Yongbok curses when he comes. Hips stuttering as his seed paints your walls. Your own content smile is on your face when you pull him down for a kiss. He’s just as breathless, panting against your lips. His arms give out, forcing all his weight on you, successfully pinning you under him. You don’t mind. This is a common occurrence. Especially on nights when both of you are far too drunk from a night of partying.
Yongbok won’t admit it, but he likes the moment of intimacy. Rests his head on your chest, listening to your heart calm down while his cock softens inside of you. He has fallen asleep on more than one occasion with your hand running through his hair.
It’s you that nearly dozes off. Your eyes snap open when Yongbok finally moves. He’s gentle when pulling away. His voice was a low whisper. “I’m gonna get a drink. I’ll be right back. Do you need anything?”
You shake your head, more focused on getting under the covers. The alcohol in your system mixed with the drained energy from the events of today has left you exhausted. All you want right now is to sleep. Your eyelids feel heavy, beyond ready to welcome to pass out.
Yongbok is quiet as a church mouse once he returns. The bed sinks when he slips under the blankets. His arm snakes around your middle, pulling you to him. He presses a light kiss against your shoulder. You don’t stir, figuring he will settle to sleep. He doesn’t, forehead resting against your shoulder blade. The sigh that leaves him sounds hopeless. Almost enough for you to cave on the sleeping facade to ask about his well-being. Then you hear it. Words never spoken to you before. Three words you were convinced Yongbok didn’t have in his vocabulary. Or at the very least, lack the ability to string the three words together. It nearly stops your heart.
“I love you.”
It takes every ounce of your strength to not react to his words. To keep pretending you’re asleep. Those three words change everything. It’s no longer fooling around, no longer a friend with benefits arrangement, no longer consequence free if there are emotions attached.
Finally, you hear the words you secretly longed to hear. All the times you have said it to him without hearing it back. All the times Yongbok stared at you with the urge to speak, but never did. You had given up on the idea of romance with Yongbok. Your stomach sinks in shock. He did not mean for this confession to be heard. Or you figure if he can’t say the words to your face. At least not yet. So maybe all the good progress Yongbok is making means he really is turning his life around. He knows what he wants now.
Though it may be too late. Especially with the big changes coming your way.
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YOU’RE IT FOR ME: MOTIVE - CHAPTER ONE
summary: something about him never sat right with you from the moment that you’ve locked eyes with him on campus. you’ve even gone as far as throwing your drink at him at his own release party, yet somehow the universe always brings the two of you together whether you like it or not. but what’s so special about him that makes you associate everything in sight to your hatred towards him?
a/n: we are finally getting started!! so sorry for the delayed first chapter but it’s finally here!!!
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So this series is one of my guilty pleasures... I don't normally read slow burns because I am impatient and a chronic binge reader but I promise that is one is worth waiting for updates on. Yoongi and Y/N are so interesting together and their relationship is a little complicated because they like each other but that contract is going to make it weird, I can tell. I can hardly wait to see where the plot goes.
The Arrangement Ch. 26 (b)
Story summary: Desperately in need of money, you answered the questionable ad. AKA-Arranged marriage AU featuring Y/N and Yoongi
Chapter Summary: Eat Jin and heading home
AN: We needed the rest of this chapter yall
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You had just refilled your glass when the door opened. ““How much do you think we eat YN!?” Jin appeared with two bags full of food.
“I mean, I know I eat a lot.” You replied as you grabbed one of the bags from him and sat it down on the counter.
“Korean classics? A great choice,” Jin commented as he started to remove the contents from the bag. “YN would you mind taking these over to the dining table? I’ll grab chopsticks and plates.”
“Sure,” you complied, taking several trips.
“Yoongi-ah, come on over. Did you fall asleep?” Jin yelled into the living room.
Yoongi got up slowly and headed over, “Nope. Just had to do some work stuff on my phone real quick.”
“Yoongi you always work.” Jin commented as he placed the wine and whiskey bottles onto the table.
Yoongi shrugged, taking a seat. “I love my job.”
“What were you working on?” You asked.
Was he blushing? “Lyrics.” Yoongi cleared his throat. “Pass the noodles, please.”
Jin handed the container to Yoongi. “Oh yeah, you have a Comeback in a few months. I’ve had a few things come across my desk about it. Your last photo shoot looked good.” Jin paused for a moment while he chewed. “It’s going up in the Subway in a few weeks.
“Yeah well we have one tomorrow in the freezing snow,” You said angrily.
“Oh really? I’m surprised Namjoon didn’t push it back.” Jin raised his eyebrows.
Yoongi didn’t comment. He knew that Jin and Namjoon had been friends for years. This budding friendship with Jin was probably just because Namjoon was busy with the auction. Yeah. Why would Jin want to hang out with you? It’s just because his real friend is busy and his girlfriend dumped him. Yoongi blinked; the intrusive thoughts doing their damage.
“Yeah, well, maybe you should tell your friend Namjoon that it’s shitty to make people work out in the freezing weather. Not just Yoongi and me, but the photographers, stylists, lighting crew, catering. Ugh. It’s a mess. And it’s supposed to snow so we had to rent extra equipment to keep the electronics dry. I’m so over it.” You lamented.
“Did you tell him that?” Jin asked
“I did and he told me. Wait…let me…” you took out your phone. “Ahem, “Your concerns are noted. However, BH is a professional company who has been doing this for years. May I suggest, since you have been here for a month, you take this as an opportunity to learn about how real photo shoots work and what real hard work looks like. Life won’t cater to you and neither will this business. Your request to move the date has been (obviously) declined. In the future, don’t bother asking. If BPD decides to cancel something, you will be informed.” You put your phone down. “Such a dick.”
Jin chewed his food some more and then swallowed. “Damn. I’ve heard he could be a prick to people, but damn.”
“Yeah. Anyways. Send warm thoughts our way tomorrow.” You sighed. You looked over at Yoongi who had grown very quiet and looked borderline miserable. “Hey. It will be OK, I ordered lots of heaters and gloves. If I have to, I will build you a fire myself to keep you warm.” You teased.
Yoongi shook his head, “Yeah. It will be fine.”
The three of you continued to eat in relative silence. Occasionally you would comment about how the food tasted or about a memory you had eating something similar. Yoongi remained quiet the rest of the meal; a stark contrast to how he had been earlier in the day.
“Thanks again for ordering the food, Y/N.” Jin stretched after wiping his mouth. “Are you two going to stick around? We could watch a movie or play a game?”
You looked over at Yoongi who was still acting differently. “No, I think we’ll head out. Tomorrow is going to be a long day and I still have to do a little bit of work.”
Yoongi nodded, glad you had answered that way.
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Fallen Arrangement || jjk
-> As the daughter of a king, your destiny has always been to take over the throne when you become of age. You just didn't expect your father to give you the throne so soon. And you definitely didn't expect it to come with a husband.
Or
-> Your devil of a father arranges your marriage with a prince from overseas while you're secretly carrying on an affair with a peasant boy.
Pairing: prince!jungkook x princess!reader, village boy!jimin x princess!reader
Genre/au: royal!au, angst, fluff, smut, drama, coming of age, forbidden romance, fake dating!au, strangers to lovers, arranged marriage!au, every over done Kdrama shit cliché you can think of but in fanfic form tbh
Warnings to be noted per part but here are the major tw: explicit sexual content, violence/torture in a dungeon, blood/injury, murder, minor character death, grief, emotional trauma casued by manipulation and dictatorship
Wc: TBA (in total around 95K)
a/n: happy birth-month to our beloved Koo <3 in honor of our precious Koo, I'm dropping a revised version of the very first Jungkook fic I ever wrote. Surprise surprise there's some jimin x reader in here too lmao don't come at me please. anyways when I was eighteen, I was majoring in English Literature and I had so many papers to write it was ugly. soooo I wrote this fanfic instead. since it's Koo's bday month and I'm feeling nostalgic, let's all check it out, shall we? pls be gentle. bc it's so long I'm splitting it into four parts.
Enjoy this four part series while I work on After Hours which is TBA in Oct-Nov 😍💞
Taglist: @staerryminimini @unicornbabylover @kookieswan @sugarflywme @dvalitaes @kookiecrumb @jeonsjiddies @taeshobipop @jktones @myooniverse @miscelunaaa @highly-functioning-mitochondria @azreeeeee @armys-dna @thesugatoyourtae @jmforevs @kimprosperi @jjkeverlast @joontied @pamzn @ssaboala @hobipost @shotalvr @jimilter @sleepilysworld @rjsmochii @familiarlikemymirror3 @gimmethatagustd @alluringfairies @minijagiya @roseyykris @jwnghyuns @alora162021 @kaitaesupremacy @squawkadoodledoo @jimin2014 @jminthinker @femmesstuff @valhallawhispers @bora-kat
If you are 18+ and would like to be added, feel free to comment, reblog, or send an ask or dm to be added to the taglist!! 💜
—☆ Part 1 (TBA)
—☆ Part 2 (TBA)
—☆ Part 3 (TBA)
—☆ Part 4 (TBA)
Louigan Week Day 5: Rebel/Sweet Talk
Art by @kedelynartz | Commission info here!
“You know, I hate to pay you a compliment, but you do make a pretty good back rest, Bush. Too bad you open your mouth sometimes.”
Ateez
Park Seonghwa
College AU! Rivals drabble
Take my Hand (HwaSang x reader)
Jeong Yunho
Stupid in Love (Yungi x reader)
Kang Yeosang
Take my Hand (HwaSang x reader)
Song Mingi
Stupid in Love (Yungi x reader)
Jung Wooyoung
"Did I look hot in it?"
OT8/Unit pairings
Most to least likely to casually give you their black card
Bouncy Series:
Take my Hand (HwaSang x reader)
Stray Kids
Lee Felix
Love Shot (College AU)
Ot8
Most to least likely in Skz to casually give you their black card for purchases
The Invisible Strings that Bind us
Can't Stay Away from You
First Dates With SKZ - mini series collab with the amazing @herarcadewasteland (coming soon)
I would like to introduce you to my Bonnie and her cat Archie. my story will begin with them..... 🤍💫
WAKE UP PEOPLE WE GOT THE FIRST OFFICIAL LOOK OF PIPRAVI
Just try to make it sound like you wrote it that way on purpose.
THE FRENCH DISPATCH dir. Wes Anderson
“ THE LOST POTTER,, MASTERLIST
🗝 𓂃⊹ “You have the Potter name and blood, but you possess none of the power or prestige that comes with it.”
⁺˖ ⸝⸝ summary: Lilith Potter is the younger sister of Harry. She is always known as a shadow compared to her infamous brother. Lilith struggles to find her purpose and things become more sinister the fourth year of Hogwarts continues. Lilith finds out a dark secret about herself.
— genre : Harry Potter, story is based on Goblet Of Fire movie / Books. Lilith Potter, Mystery, angst, romance, Magic. Just everything Harry Potter lore offers fr. Love triangles ! Lgbt friendly.
.⋅〰. Chapter 1: Tournament? .⋅〰. Chapter 2 Lilith “Trouble” Potter .⋅〰. Chapter 3 Shut up Draco .⋅〰. Chapter 4 Consequences .⋅〰. Chapter 5 Killing Curse .⋅〰. Chapter 6 Black Lagoon .⋅〰. Chapter 7 Do you know me? .⋅〰. Chapter 8 The chosen one .⋅〰. Chapter 9 The Cursed Child .⋅〰. Chapter 10 Prophecy
— Tag list: @marksluvr0
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