Summary: Someone knocks on Chanyeol’s door on Sunday morning, smelling like flowers, and it turns out the person in front of his door is his new neighbor; an unmated omega named Baekhyun from his past, and a child Baekhyun claimed as Chanyeol’s.
Admin Notes: finally an ABO!au on exohousewarming!! this is so cute i just love it how their little family got completed and chanyeol’s efforts!! ugh pcy the perfect husband and daddy material yes this had really completed my life hallelujah 😍 - Admin Elle ♡
Status: Complete + ongoing drabbles in the same au
Rating: PG-13 with one or two NC-17 chapters
Genre: fluff, light angst, romance
Summary: Park Chanyeol is rich, successful and attractive, but he’s not happy; he lives a lonely life. One day, his life becomes too painful to live. He ditches work and drops his cellphone; walking wherever his feet take him. He boards a train to a place he doesn’t know or care about. When a cheerful, annoyingly talkative boy takes the seat next to him, he realizes that life just may be worth living.
Reason for submitting: gah this fic is amazing pls read you can thank me l8r
thank you for the submission anon! i really love this one!^^
Can I request Jikook smut where they are both best friends and Jungkook wants to know how to have sex and he wants Jimin to teach him so they do it and fall in love with each other? If your okay with it :)
Title: It’s Just Practice Pairing: Jikook (Jimin/Jungkook) Word Count: 4506 Rating: NC-17 Warnings/Notes: Sexual Content, AU Summary: Jungkook’s sick of being an inexperienced virgin, and there’s only one person he trusts enough to take care of him for his first time.
Pillow Talk (a James March x Female Reader AHS fanfic)
Fandom: American Horror Story: Hotel
Genre: Smut, but, like…dark. Angsty scary horror smut. It’s AHS, after all.
Rating: R. NC-17. No little ones allowed!!!!!
Summary: After an especially bad panic attack, there’s really only one thing you can think of that can bring you back to normal. And so you draw in a steadying breath, look your lover square in his face, and ask, “How would you kill me?”
Warnings/Notes: This has been rattling around the inside of me head since the start of the month but I’m only just now getting around to finishing it. There’s talk of murder in here, and blood, and suicide, but the sex is consensual and non-coerced, at least? If you can get through American Horror Story you’ll probably be fine.
You were choking.
The walls closed in until they crushed
you. There was no escape, no air, no hope. Your heart pounded in your
chest like a creature trying to escape a cage. It was too fast. Any
minute now it would explode, filling your chest with blood and shreds
of tissue, and you would assuredly die. Already there was a lead
weight on your chest, caving it in, crushing you. You couldn’t sit up
straight, couldn’t draw a breath, couldn’t stop the choking sobs.
You were the only one in the room, but you could feel every foul
presence in the hotel bearing down on you. Each one licked its lips
and bared its teeth and stretched out its grasping claws towards you.
The Pact 16 - Finding Comfort In His Arms 2. Set in GA
He paced back and forth, checking his phone every 5 seconds as he waited for her. He knew she’d show up, she was probably just running late on set. He was lucky she’d agreed to come, as he specifically told her that if she was too tired she didn’t have to. He knew she wouldn’t listen anyway though, even if that were the case.
“Yo, we gotta huddle, shows gonna start soon” one of his cast mates informed him. With a sigh, he went to the huddle. The show instantly brightened his mood, he loved performing for his fans, but this time it was simply because he saw her face toward the back of the arena. She specifically told him she didn’t want to take up any attention if she could help it but she was still close enough where he could see her. They shared a smile but he instantly noticed how tired she looked. He’d talk to her about that later.
He practically sprinted backstage when the show was over, anxious to see her. Unfortunately, the meet and greet was right after so he’d have to wait a little longer. He requested she go last so that they could spend time together and he hoped his fans understood him not coming out to the buses. He appreciated how long everyone was waiting every tour stop, but family over everything was his motto.
His heart sped up as the last of the fans filed in, spotting her father’s braids and her standing next to him. Their eyes met before he forced himself to pay attention to whatever the fan in front of him was saying. He briefly felt guilty, these people got him where he is and they deserved his attention right now.
Finally, she was next and he immediately engulfed her in a hug, “you look exhausted, baby” he spoke softly against her temple.
“Nah” she smiled, “I’m good” and he only partially believed her. He knew a lot had transpired for her lately and he would definitely talk to her about it later, but right now he was just happy to see her smile.
“Mmhmm” he said, bopping her nose as they giggled, before being interrupted by an obnoxious cough from his brother. “Yo, why you always gotta hog my sister?!” The older man shoved him playfully, before taking the young girl in a hug.
“Don’t feel bad, I haven’t even gotten a hello…” Her father jokingly scolded his east coast son.
“Hey Pops” he grinned, sharing a one armed hug with the man who he truly considered family before turning to his brother “she was my partner first, that’s why” he answered, petulantly before relenting and introducing her to the rest of the cast. The entire time his arm or hand was on her, never fully letting go even as she was greeted with hugs by the cast.
“You staying?” He asked, lightly holding her hand and brushing his thumb across her palm discreetly, or so he thought. Some cast mates already eyed them suspiciously.
“I’ve been given strict orders that we can’t leave til she spends time with you” her father laughed, making him sigh with relief. Her father was welcomed by the cast and engrossed in a conversation with one of them as she approached him.
“We’re gonna go to the bus” she told him and he nodded, watching the two take off before going back to his conversation.
They were greeted with screams from the other side of the fence as he hid her on his side. No one could even tell she was with him, they’d be screaming her name if they did. They quickly made it on the bus and he locked the door behind them before taking a seat on one of the couches, again taking her in a hug.
“I’m so happy you’re here” he whispered into her hair, having removed her hat.
“Me too” she nodded, still in his arms, making herself comfortable at his side and burying her face in his chest.
“How you holding up?” He asked and she knew he meant with everything.
“Work is keeping me busy” she shrugged, always one to put on a brave face and concentrate on the positive.
“I could still kill him if you want…” He raised his brow as he ran his hand down her back as she cuddled up to him.
“Not worth it” she shrugged.
“For real, baby, what’s on that mind of yours?” He asked, softly.
“I just-” she sighed “will anyone ever love me? I mean, he said he felt neglected and I feel guilty about that but I love my career and I need someone who gets that.”
He wanted to scream that he got it and he already loved her with all of his heart. But he choked on the words and opted for a safer option.
“He’s crazy” he assured her, tucking a fly away from her pony tail behind her ear, “he let the best woman in the world go and he’ll be sorry when it’s too late.”
“It’s already too late” she shrugged, “I’m just blah. I hate feeling insecure or like I have to choose between love and my job.”
“You don’t and anyone who makes you feel like you do, isn’t right for you and I’ll kick their ass” he grinned. He was impressed with himself, that almost sounded platonic, even big brother like. That was until she lifted her head off of his shoulder…
“You’re one of the only people I can always count on” she said in a strained whisper. She usually didn’t get emotional, but he would never know how much he meant to her.
“Always, baby” he pulled her in tighter as he peppered kisses on her head as she leaned tighter into him, lightly kissing his shoulder before resting her head against it again, only to have him take her lips in a kiss as she did.
“We can’t-” she groaned into the kiss, before letting out a sigh as his lips trailed to her neck, leaving his mark in places he knew her shirt would cover. “You have to go soon…” She pouted.
“We have time, babe” he whispered as he lifted her onto his lap, his hands caressing her thighs, “I need to make my girl feel better.” One by one, articles of clothing were thrown around the bus as the two gave in to their desires.
“God, you’re beautiful” he sighed “I like you like this best” he confessed.
“Naked?” She giggled but he only shook his head with a smile as he looked down into her eyes from his place on top of her. “That too. But like this,” he began, his fingers removing the hair tie and running through her long locks, down to the sides of her body. “Just you. Confident, real, don’t need anything fancy to be the most beautiful woman in the room.”
“I did kinda wanna get a little done up” she dipped her head shyly, “I just couldn’t wait to get here.” She shrugged. His only answer was a smile as he took her lips in a kiss. “I was so annoying today,” he said between kisses. “I annoyed myself…kept checking my phone…couldn’t wait to see you.”
Hearing that made her weirdly emotional. She wasn’t used to getting like that, no matter how sweet he could be but she was thankful. She just got out of a relationship with someone who used to go everywhere with her and it turned out he just wanted his face and name out there. He didn’t care and it showed when he started to not even come see her, stopped answering calls and she found out he’d been cheating. So to hear that this man was just as excited to see her, and always answered when she called, did something to her heart that she couldn’t suppress as a single tear left her eye as she pulled him into a kiss, pouring everything she felt into it.
He held her tighter as her emotions began bubbling over the surface, never once stopping his affection, only deepening the kiss, caressing every piece of flesh within reach, not moving until he couldn’t breathe. His eyes met hers and she looked at him pleadingly, her face flushed as she panted beneath him.
“I know” he softly kissed her before bringing his lips to her neck, licking softly to sooth the marks he’d already left there and nipping her flesh to create new ones as his hands gripped her tiny waist to hold her still. He slowly moved one hand to her pelvis, bringing it closer and closer to where she needed him most as his eyes met hers, her mouth hanging open panting. She couldn’t take it anymore already.
“Please…” She begged, squirming to get his hand inside her. She sighed in relief when she felt the tips of three fingers softly caress her clit, slowly traveling to rub against her wet lips before returning to her clit, never picking up speed or pressure. “More…” She groaned and shrieked in surprise when she felt his three fingers slowly enter her sopping wet pussy, his body sliding down the front of her to latch his lips onto her clit. “Yes…” she sighed.
“God, look at you” he groaned, “so tight, so wet and ready for me…fucking gorgeous” he mumbled against her clit, making her crazy at the feeling of his words vibrating against her as his hands added pressure to their thrusts inside her. She couldn’t speak, her back arched as her hands guided his head as he sucked her off, the only sounds coming from the bus were her sighs and his groans as if he was a starved man being fed for the first time in weeks. “So good…you taste so good” he moaned as his hand on her hip moved up to caress her toned stomach and her breasts, the hand inside her adding his pinky, making her crazy. “Shit…” She groaned, desperate to cum now as her hips were finally free to fuck against his face. He tilted her hips just right as he dipped his fingers and tongue at just the right angle, making her fall apart. “Mmmm yes” she groaned, letting her juices flow inside his greedy mouth and drop down his fingers. She lay momentarily spent as he returned eye level with her and she look his hand, lazily licking her own juices from his long fingers as her pussy spasmed and stomach clenched with the aftershocks of her orgasm.
Seeing her lick her juices from his hand made him harder than he’d been in a very long time. “Fuck, baby…” He moaned, “I need you”. Her pussy became wetter, if that was even possible, at his words. She couldn’t remember the last time someone needed her. “I always need you so fucking bad” he said, as if hearing her inner dialogue. He didn’t give her a chance to respond as he guided her hand to his cock, allowing her to slip it inside herself.
“Mmmm” she groaned, her hips immediately matching his rhythm as one hand cupped his neck and the other gripped his bicep, one of his arms wound around her waist while the other slowly caressed her side. “Feels so good…God you feel so good inside me…” He bit his lip at her words, getting harder by the second and only having one thing on his mind…make her feel good. He knew, even when things were ok with her ex, he did little to please her first, if at all, in the bedroom. He was determined to show her everything she deserved to feel and hoped she always felt when she was with him. “Always” this time it was her who seemed to hear his thoughts.
He briefly pulled out of her, eliciting a pout from her before slowly switching positions so they lay on their sides, him behind her on the small couch before entering her pussy from behind. Her head fell back onto his shoulder at the pleasure this new position brought, her exposed neck too irresistible for him not to sink his teeth into as he pounded into her tight cunt, his hands caressing from her pelvis to her breasts, his fingers lightly tweaking them, before repeating the motion again.
“Mmm” she groaned, thrusting back into him. Each time with him seemed better and better. He always knew what to do to make her feel so good, satisfied beyond her imagination and cared for.
“You deserve to feel this” he moaned, letting out a shaking breath as he tried desperately to keep control, “every single time you’re touched. Every…single…time.” He matched his words with his thrusts. “If someone doesn’t get off just thinking about you…almost break his hand from getting off when you’re away…he’s not worth it” he panted, hissing as she grabbed his hand against her hip. He wouldn’t tell her, but he was talking about himself. He was cut off from his thoughts when she craned her neck to meet his lips in a kiss, her hand still holding his on her hip before moving to cup his neck as his other hand crept down to play with her clit, his cock pounding into her before pulling almost all the way out. She pulled back from the kiss to look at him questioningly and he answered her silently by kissing her nose and slowly filling her, pulling almost all the way out again, over and over until she was shaking in anticipation.
“Please” she begged him, breathlessly, shrieking when he plunged into her, turning his thrusts hard and fast, making her grip on his neck tighten and her nails of the other hand claw at the couch as she held herself up, meeting his thrusts.
“That’s it, baby girl…” He moaned “feel it, baby…”
“I’m so close…” She cried out, still slamming back into every thrust he made into her pussy.
“Let it go…” He hissed, through gritted teeth, his own release threatening to break through.
“Oh my God” she moaned as his hand sped up and added pressure on her clit, his cock throbbing with each thrust into her spasming pussy. She saw white as her head fell back onto his shoulder, his lips sucking dark red marks into her neck as she felt the damn break, releasing her juices as his dick shot his seed into her. He didn’t still his hips until her spasms subsided. She collapsed against him as he gathered her into his arms.
They lay silent for awhile, before he softly broke it.
“Feel any better?” He asked, softly brushing her hair from her face.
“Something was wrong?” She joked with a giggle, making him laugh.
They were interrupted when his phone went off.
‘Bro: wrap it up and get dressed. We’re getting ready to leave. Fans are gone so she can come out without a walk of shame lol.’
'Fuck you’ he typed quickly before returning his attention to the girl in his arms.
“Time to go?” She asked, sadly.
“Yeah” he sighed, resting the side of his head against hers.
They got dressed deliberately slowly, her thanking God she had a hat since she was sure she had sex hair that she strategically made sure would cover up the hickeys that slightly peaked out from her shirt.
“You coming to see me in LA?” He asked, wrapping his arms around her by the door of the bus.
“Mom and grandma are, definitely. I’m hoping to get the time off.” She sighed, hugging him back just as tightly before lifting her head from his shoulder to meet his lips in a kiss.
“I miss you already” he mumbled between kisses.
“Mmm me too” she sighed into his mouth.
“REALLY DUDE?!” He screamed as he flung the door open, ready to rip into his brother for interrupting his last few moments for awhile with his girl. Only it was her father.
“Oh shit” he gulped, just from the shock of it not being his brother. He wasn’t nearly as scared or intimidated by her father as he was in the beginning. He loved her whole family, but after what they’d just done he was slightly panicking that the big man in front of him would figure it out.
The older man looked at him regretfully, “I’m sorry buddy, the buses have to leave if you wanna make it to the next city on time.”
“Walk with me to the car?” She asked, just wanting even a few more minutes with him. He grinned, taking her hand and kissing the back of it before interlocking their fingers as he walked with them to the car.
“Make sure that driver drives safe” she ordered, burying herself in his hug.
“I will, baby” he chuckled, she was always worried about him.
“And make sure you eat!” She continued rattling off orders.
“Yes ma'am” he saluted, “as long as you remember to pace yourself, sleep and eat. Just cuz you’re Miss Superstar now doesn’t mean you have superpowers that include getting away without eating or sleeping.” He eyed her.
“I toooold you” she whined “I just wanted to see you! I don’t do that for just everyone!”
“I know” he smiled, kissing her forehead “I just worry about you, babe.”
“Good, someone else needs to tell her!” Her father interjected “though I agree with my daughter too and my wife gave me strict instructions to make sure her boy was taking care of himself.” He rolled his eyes playfully as he explained.
“See?” The young woman grinned smugly.
“Alright, alright, truce. I’ll see you soon, baby” he said, getting in one last hug and kiss on the head, sneaking one onto her neck as he hugged her before saying goodbye to her father.
She sighed as she saw the bus pull away before her father turned the car in the opposite direction to head home.
author’s summary: This is what Yoongi lived for. This very moment that lasted mere moments before it was over, the pounding heart and the struggle to pull air into his lungs from the pressure of the car zooming down the dirt track; the crowd all gasping and shouting his nickname out as they waved betting slips and pounded their feet down on the metal seating. This was what kept him breathing.
But then he met Jimin and Yoongi discovered that he liked the feel of leather and chrome against his bare skin just that little bit more.
Prince Gendry AU. The Starks travel to King’s Landing to join their House with the ruling Baratheons, but as a young Arya Stark manoeuvres her way around Southron life, and develops a close friendship with the future king, chaos erupts in the capital and destroys the way of life she knew and loved.
Arya likes her life in Winterfell with only her family and the winter snows around her. But as the royal visit approaches will she find a new friend in the young Prince… Will fate control her or will she make her own fate.
In which Tobho Mott’s appendix changed the course of history… Gendry Waters is tasked with taking a commission to the Red Keep, kicking off a chain of events which changes everything, for better or worse or just plain different.
Robert Baratheon has a son, Eddard Stark has a daughter. The kingdoms are still at bay after a war that happened and to bring peace these two assholes decide its a good idea to force Arya and Gendry to marry. The kids are not happy and it´s a bit of a struggle in this one-shot to actually consummate this holy marriage. Loads of arguing, hatred, angst and of course a little bit of love.
summary: In a world where everyone has time on their wrist, limiting how much time they have to find a mate. Once their time runs out, they’ll never be able to bond with anyone. Harry is only 21 with a lot less time than most, and he just really wants Professor Louis Tomlinson to be his omega.
review: i’ve been working on reccing different types of fics so i have a bit of diversity in my fic types and this one was definitely different. i never ever read mpreg or a/b/o dynamics just because it’s not my thing but i really really enjoyed this one. like it was fast paced and perfect and their relationship was amazing.
*Note:As you may have noticed, none of these are in order so think of them as out takes from the series and the engagement as the most recent chronologically.*
What if my fans think I lied?” She pouts.
“Who cares?” He shrugged and clearly that was the wrong answer as her elbow punctured his rib. “Really, babe. This is about us and we’re the only ones who are gonna know the truth. There’s always gonna be doubters, skeptics and conspiracy theorists. No matter what you say.”
She knew he was right, but she hates lying to her fans. She’d never done it before. Granted, she hasn’t exactly lied to them as much as she just has been enjoying this relationship with her boyfriend in their own private bubble. And granted she has always said that when she found someone it would be kept relatively private. But everyone knew he was a permanent fixture in her life and she knew many people would assume she has been lying this entire time about the nature of their relationship that has really only recently turned exclusive. There was no way people were ever gonna know it was sexual for a long time before this. She was brought out of her thoughts by her boyfriend hovering over her as she lay in his bed.
“Right now it’s the middle of the night. I’m not exactly tired but I don’t really feel like using too much brain power or stressing.” He said suggestively.
“Someone has to!” She exclaimed.
“Not really. I know you’re a lot nicer to reporters than I am, but if some douchebag comes here in the middle of the night I’m calling the cops or taking things into my own hands.” He insisted as he caressed her softly, trying to get her mind off anything stressful.
“Babe!” She screeched.
“What?” He shrugged innocently, “c'mon no one is gonna show up. I was only kidding. Now let’s just enjoy the rest of the night and we can worry about how we’re gonna tell the world tomorrow.”
“But-” she was cut off by him pecking her lips repeatedly until he felt her relax. Only then did he pull back slightly. “Bottom line, I need you to trust me.”
“I do” she always did.
“Everything will be ok.” She nodded, trying to convince herself as well as reassure him she wasn’t headed for a breakdown.
“I love you” he whispered in between light kisses.
“I love you more” she said, finally seeming to give into the moment as she wrapped her arms tighter around him as he lay above her. “Not possible” he said before taking her mouth in a deeper kiss, stealing her answer and turning it into a helpless groan. “Make love to me” she moaned out when they finally pulled apart for air and his lips found her neck. “Finally” he sighed against her neck, his hands exploring every piece of naked flesh he could reach, setting her skin on fire as his mouth trailed down to follow the path his hands were taking and back up before he disappeared back down under the covers.
She fisted her hands in the sheets, anticipating the feel of his hands and mouth on her sopping wet pussy. She groaned when he made the lightest contact, her hand attempting to push his face further into her but he was too strong for that. He left light kisses down her lips, the tip of his tongue barely making contact as his thumbs massaged her outer lips.
“Don’t tease me” she groaned, desperately trying to pull him closer.
“Let me worship my woman” he commanded, leaving the same light kisses, traveling to peck against her outer lips, barely brushing his thumb over her clit.
“Oh God” she sighed, pulling on his hair. He had to do something. He was driving her crazy.
“Patience, baby girl” he whispered as his hands traveled to massage her thighs and he slowly made his way back up her body, engulfed in her kiss as soon as he was eye level. He felt her tremble against him and knew he had to give her what she needed. He broke their kiss only to stare lovingly down at her as he guided his cock into her heat, kissing her forehead before resting his own against it.
“Mmmmmm” she groaned “you feel so good” as she met his slow thrusts with her own, making his grip on her tighten and his breath catch.
“God, baby” he sighed, “shit…this is heaven” his thrusts turning slightly harder as his control began collapsing and he felt her tighten around him. She could no longer speak as she held him in a death grip, her legs wrapped tightly around him too as she met his thrusts harder, her head thrown back as noises that went straight to his cock left her lips. “Tell me…” He commanded.
“I-…” was all she could get out as she desperately thrust against him now, aching for release.
“I said” he growled “tell me” his thrusts harder with each word he fought to get out between pants of breath. His dick aching to spill his seed into the sweet, wet pussy snapped tight against it making her wail in reply. “Say it” he demanded, pulling on her hair to get her to keep eye contact.
“Need you…please….now” she cried out, scratching at him to pull him closer just as he pulled away slightly to angle his thrusts just right, in such a way that he was repeatedly hitting her sweet spot over and over, making her dizzy.
“I’m here” he sighed, never stopping his thrusts, “you have to believe me.” He leaned down to taking her mouth in a searing kiss, never once stopping his thrusts. She seriously felt like she was gonna pass out at this point but she didn’t care. Her heart constricted in her chest at his words and she poured everything she had into the kiss, assuring him she believed him. They’d be fine. Better than fine. She knew he’d make sure of it.
“Don’t stop” she cried out. “Never” he grunted, his control hanging by a thread as his hips propelled into hers. He met her eyes again and saw the desperation, the pleading look in them. Never stopping his thrusts, he brought one hand down to tease at her clit, sending her head flying back as she came screaming his name, causing him to erupt with her name falling from his lips.
“Wow” she sighed as she gathered him in her arms from where he’d fallen onto her chest in exhaustion and his only reply was a nod against her chest followed by a soft kiss to her clavicle, his hands rubbing softly on her arms, soothing the aftershocks that were still shooting through her.
“C'mere” he said, lifting slightly to kiss her softly “everything is gonna be fine. No one is gonna hate you or us. I promise.”
“I love you” she sighed, completely content.
“I love you more, baby”
“I love you most” she argued playfully as he shook his head with a helpless grin.
If they had this fight for the next 60 years, he’d be pretty damn happy.
Can I request smutty minjoon where an embarrassed namjoon really likes jimins thighs and gets really flustered around him and jimin notices and starts to purposely tease him for a while then he confronts him and then they make out and he makes namjoon all hot and bothered and desperate. Then Jimin like let's him feel up his thighs and gets him off while namjoon's like begging. Thank you!!!!!
One Year and Six Days
Minjoon (Jimin/Namjoon) Smut + Light Fluff NC-17/Slow Burn/Thigh Kink/Office AU Word Count: 9.4k Summary:Park Fucking Jimin
Title: Fragile Lines & Wasted Time (Or, Oh My God, They Were Roommates) Pairing: Chris/Reader Rating: R? NC-17? Word Count: 27,953 (Literal novella, my bad) Summary: “Chris and Reader are roommates (and also friends from school/college/whatever) and Reader’s family is pressuring her about relationships so she says she’s married to Chris and they take it seriously and invite him to the family vacation. Chris and Reader lie to Reader’s family and pretend to be married” AU, commission for @roosterteethrambles / @rojahal Content Warning: Smut A/N: This is (likely) the only time you’ll see smut from me but uh, have at it? Also, sorry to mobile users!!! I’m not breaking this up into multiple chapters.
Pairing: Jackson Wang x Reader Rating: Somewhere between R and NC-17 I believe. Synopsis: Jackson is training to be an Olympic fencer. And so is his best friend. But Jackson has a problem focusing. He seems to like girls and girls like him back. A series of unfortunate events and his parents’ threats becoming promises if he doesn’t clean up his act forces Jackson into a corner. He needs a girlfriend and he needs one fast. His best friend is in desperate need to capture another guy’s attention and it wouldn’t hurt to shake off the rumor her mother seems to believe about her. Both in need and too stubborn to let their friend down, they enter a tricky pact. They just have to pretend to date for the next two and a half months. How hard could it be? After all, what were best friends for? Oh, and there’s an asshole named Park Jinyoung who’s looking for any excuse to take down his childhood nemesis. Author’s Note: The way I’ll set this up is one chapter will be from Jackson’s perspective and then the next will be from the Reader’s and we will alternate between the two. It’ll be fun. Enjoy it guys!