a/n: for anon who requested it months ago im so sorry this took so long but i hope it was worth :^)
The blinking line on his blank document was laughing at him. He swore it was laughing at him and has been laughing at him for the past half an hour since he sat down and fired up the program. One word, backspace. Three words, backspace. One fucking sentence, he fucking backspaced. He let out a growl of frustration as he pushed back from his desk, rubbing his eyes as if the pain would clear up any part of his brain – preferably the one that didn’t make him sound like a five year old storybook. He might as well have typed “The wife is a sadist who accidentally killed her husband mid-fuck.”
Grabbing his robe, he quickly tugged it on and padded over to the kitchen to pour himself a blistering hot cup of coffee. His answering machine had picked up seven missed calls, probably from his editor cursing him out for missing his calls.
He couldn’t be bothered to listen to any of them or even handle his editor’s desire to tear him a new one when he was so tempted to do it himself. His last book had been published a few months ago. Usually, by the time one was stocked up on the shelves, he’d be working on the next as he cashed in whatever the latest one was making. However, with the last few miserable months, everything he printed looked like a shit stain on a piece of paper. Even his editor, who was down to his last string of patience, thought so.
Things used to come naturally to Namjoon. All the sophisticated whatnot, all the carefully intricate plots that wove themselves onto the blank pages in fabricated fiction. He didn’t know what happened to him. He’s never had a muse except for his own messed-up life so it wasn’t possible that (as what his readers and critics believed at least) his inspiration had evaporated into thin air.
Namjoon perhaps knew what had been happening, what he saw from three books away. But he wasn’t about to fucking admit it because that shit didn’t happen to the genius, versatile writer, Kim Namjoon. Whatever he wrote turned into gold, selling nearly as many copies as the holy Bible. If his jittery nerves wasn’t enough evidence of his problem, then the coffee cup shaking in his earthquake of a hand was. As the realization sank in, he was finally hit with the cold hard truth.
Hey everyone!! I’m finally posting my Dralentine’s day fanart/fanfic
@drvcopotter got this (hello!!) hope you liked it! *hides shyly*
‘Enough, that’s- that’s enough… Draco!’
'I’m sober!’ Draco lauched himself forward, blindly trying to snatch the Firewhiskey bottle from Harry’s hands.
The crowded pub made it easier for Harry to just get up from their table and pull Draco with him without getting much attention from their coworkers, most of them already as drunk as Malfoy. The blond fidgeted in his arms, mumbling something Harry couldn’t understand or barely hear.
’We’re going home’ the unintelligible words shushing Draco immediately. He’d learnt parseltongue was useful for those times Draco wouldn’t listen to him. Harry hooked one of Malfoy’s arms around his shoulder, doing his best not to bump into too many people on his way to the door.
Fuck. He turned around with some difficulty, Malfoy breathing on his neck while trying to balance his weigh on his legs without bringing both of them down.
Ron walked towards him, his expression quickly changing into one of concern as soon as he recognized the blond head.
'Where are you going?’ Ron squinted his eyes suspiciously, darting them from Harry to Malfoy, who hiccuped and giggled, the sound muffled by Harry’s hair where his face was now buried. Ron didn’t even bother to hide his disconfort, his cheeks a dark shade of red Harry knew couldn’t be blamed only on Firewhiskey.
'Home’ Harry rolled his eyes, giving Ron a small smile to try and ease the tension a bit.
'Why? You’re not his mother! Just leave him here, I’m sure he can-’ Ron gesticulated towards an almost unconscious Draco like he was trash Harry was taking outside.
'And then what? I’ll have to open the door for him later anyway.’
Ron sighed, searching for help and noticing no one cared if they were leaving or not.
'It’s friday and you’ve just finished a fucked up case. You don’t deserve this, Harry’
It’s not that bad, Harry thought, the words now common in his vocabulary when talking to Ron, Hermione, or any of his friends. Being paired with Malfoy after their Auror training two years ago may have angered him a bit - quite a lot, actually - and finding out they’d have to share a flat, which was protocol for new partners in order to 'strengthen the bond’ didn’t sound like the best of options, but after all, it really wasn’t that bad. Malfoy was organized and surprisingly quiet. He could be nosy, childish and bossy but most of the time, it was manageable.
A drunk Malfoy, however was another story. Needy, cuddly, demanding. It shocked Harry the first time the blond got himself pissed on a Friday night and let his head fall on Harry’s shoulder in the middle of the bar.
'Let’s go home, Harry’ he giggled in his ear, Harry’s own name resonating in his head.
After that he’d tried his best not to let Malfoy drink too much.
Malfoy hiccuped again and Ron let out an exasperated sigh.
'It’s fine. See you Monday, yeah?’ Harry turned around before Ron could say anything, his own mind a bit dizzy from the alcohol and the noise.
The cold breeze hit them square in the face the moment Harry opened the door. He let it close behind him, the noise gone the second it clicked shut. Malfoy shivered against him, curling himself on Harry’s side. The sooner they reached their flat the better. The safer, Harry thought.
’Harry’ Draco breathed in his ear. Fuck, Harry hated how Malfoy always said his name, how could Harry mean something completely different than Potter coming from the same person?
'Yeah?’ Harry stopped, his mind still too slow for him to remember where was the nearest apparition point.
'I’m hungry’ Draco nuzzled his nose against Harry’s dark locks, inhaling like that was the most natural thing to do.
'What? No, we’re going home, Draco’ He said firmly, deciding for a random direction.
'Please, I’m really hungry…’ Harry let out an exasperated groan, the weigh and the cold doing nothing to improve his mood. He took a look around, spotting a small convenience store not far from them on the other side of the street. They had no food at home, he was tired and, if Draco was indeed that hungry, he woudn’t be too picky about it.
They crossed the street, Harry sitting Draco on the closest bench outside the store as soon as they reached it.
'Stay here. I mean it, Draco, stay’
’’m not a dog, Potter’
Potter. Good, he was not that drunk.
Harry turned around, rolling his eyes, and opened the glass door.
Water, some noodles. An aspirin since Draco forgot to brew hangover potion. Hmm, chocolate, since Draco would be in an awful mood tomorrow-
Harry stopped shortly. Merlin, they sounded so… domestic. Harry shivered, avoiding the cashier’s eyes since he knew his cheeks were probably bright pink.
He headed for the door noticing through the glass that Draco wasn’t where he’d left him.
'Fuck’ He stormed out of the store, his wand already firmly secured in his hand.
'Hmm?’ Harry jumped, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Malfoy was stading not far from him, his hand placed on a huge cabin right by the door.
'A photobooth cabin?’ Harry’s voice startled the blond, who darted his eyes towards him.
Harry remebered the first time Dudley got home with one of those stripes, his ugly face splashed in tiny squares all over it. When he’d asked aunt Petunia if he could take one too the woman told him those things were for people with friends. And Harry had none.
'You take photos in these’ He stared at the ground, the grip on the plastic bags tighter than necessary.
'I wanna try it’
'What?’ Harry stopped, not believing what his ears were telling him.
'Come on, Potter, it can’t be that bad’ Draco took a step forward, lifting the black curtains and peering inside, curiously.
'You’re aware this is a muggle thing, right?’ Harry said, taking a step forward. He had no idea why a muggle photobooth cabin was standing outside of a convenience store on a wizard neighborhood. He checked the money entry, noticing it was modified to accept wizard money. An image of Mr. Weasley appeared in his mind instantly. Right, there were wizards who collected stuff like that.
Harry dropped two knuts inside the machine, Draco already getting inside.
It was small, smaller than he’d expected, with only one old black stool. Harry sat awkwardly at the edge, almost falling while doing his best to avoid touching Draco more than needed. The blond seemed too distracted with a big black screen in front of him to notice or even worry himself about it, letting his knee touch Harry’s carelessly. Harry pressed the only button under the screen, the countdown starting in front of them.
'What’s happening?’ Draco reached for his wand but Harry stopped him before he could take it out of his pocket.
'Look there, and…’
The first picture was taken, Harry only having a few seconds to pull a funny face. He couldn’t help laughing when he realized Draco was just frowning at the camera.
'Are you stupid, Potter?’ He turned to stare at Harry, reminding him of how close they were.
'Why?’ Harry gulped, looking everywhere but at him.
'That’s your idea of a funny face?’ A crooked smile formed in Draco’s lips, paired with something wicked in his eyes. Before Harry could stop him, Malfoy reached out and grabbed his glasses, putting them on his own face.
Another picture was taken while Draco tried to impersonate him. Harry couldn’t help bursting out laughing, Malfoy so unrecognizable wearing his glasses the whole thing seemed too absurd to be taken seriously.
Tears still streaming down his face, Harry opened his eyes to find a small smile on Draco’s lips. The black old frames constrasting with his bright grey eyes and blond hair looked almost… innocent. Harry shouldn’t be thinking that, he shouln’t even be there in that small cabin with him, but the second the blond burst out laughing too, the sound covering Harry’s loud heartbeat, he forgot why Draco Malfoy couldn’t be something else for him.
Another picture was taken before Harry pulled the man towards him and kissed him on the lips.
It took Draco a few seconds to kiss back, his eyes falling shut and lips opening to allow Harry to deepen it. It was, in some way, like a first kiss, the wamth radiating from Draco’s mouth reaching the bottom of Harry’s belly, warming every inch of his body.
They parted, eyes still closed.
‘Harry’ Draco whispered, his tone low and needy.
Harry gulped again, licking his lips which were still millimiters from the other’s. ‘Let’s go back to mine’
‘Did you forget we live together?’
‘I’m trying to flirt here, you git’
Harry chuckled, holding Draco’s face between his hands and kissing him again, softer this time.
First off, i just wanna say thank you so much to everyone for all the super nice and encouraging notes! It always makes me to happy to see that my work is making people happy and your notes really help to motivate me to do my best at this comic!
Yep!!! That manga is one of my favorite things in the whole world so it really really influenced my comic.
Idk, this is just a summery fluffball of a Sterek getting-together drabble because I’m tired of winter. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
Derek fundamentally doesn’t understand people who like roller coasters.
He knows such people exist because he’s been standing in line with them for the Blazing Bombardier for half an hour now, but even when he’s looking right at them, it’s hard to believe. Seriously, why. The list of things to do on a Saturday afternoon that don’t involve screaming and trying not to hurl is literally infinite. He could be lounging around in his pjs in his dorm right now and rereading The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo, just for example. Or working out, or going for a drive to the beach, or watching a movie with Boyd and Erica. (Boyd and Erica are officially his favorite people right now because, unlike his sisters, they understand the basic concept that friends don’t make their friends who lose bets ride the most terrifying invention since clown costumes.)
The line moves forward, and oh god, now Derek can actually see the loading station. The seats are wicked-looking hanging harnesses painted to look like flames. He’s going to be sick before he even sits down in the thing.
Her Running Away From Them but Them Finding Her: BTS
I’m not responsible for any nosebleeds, hyperventilations, or heart attacks associated with this reaction. Thank you.
After having enough of the troubles that came together with his bothersome occupation, you had tried to run away, packing all of your things in the middle of the night while he was on one of his raids. You sincerely hoped that with this, he won’t ever find you, even leaving him a small note to say how sorry you felt and that he shouldn’t try and look for you anymore. Unfortunately, you were wrong in your calculations and didn’t even have enough time to get to the airport before a black sedan drove to your side and forced you down into one of the leather seats, where SeokJin already waited for you.
“Love, I seriously hope that you didn’t believe in any chance of escaping.”
When he confessed you of his occupation, you knew from then on that your relationship won’t last for much longer, since you were never a person that liked danger and adrenaline, settling for the more quiet prospects of life. And true to your word, you decided to leave the man with no calls or mesagges, simply disappearing after your trip to a shopping mall.
A day passed, then another, and there was no sign of YoonGi even realizing that you were gone. You nearly danced in glee, thinking that you got off easy from the dangerous man. Only that you didn’t; which you realized after a phone call.
“I’m giving you another week of free time, and on a Sunday, I expect your ass to be back home. Understood?”
After the break-up with your infamous boyfriend, or ex-boyfriend, you had decided to start your life anew, though it wasn’t much of a likeable decision, but more like a must. HoSeok was against you two breaking up, so the reality of situation was that you ran away from him, and were now hiding, travelling the country after working in diners for a month or two, collecting enough money to move towns. It was not the best decision, but it was better than staying with somebody who did murder for his career. Of course, what you didn’t know was the fact that through his gory work HoSeok had loads of powerful connections, tracking you down easily.
Getting to your new job, one early morning, you were struck speechless as the man you were trying to avoid so dearly was sitting there, just there, eating his breakfast, completely concentrated on his food and not even seeing you. Or so you thought, so you tried to run away again, only to be stopped by his voice.
“Where do you think you’re going, this time?”
This man, even before you knew he was a gang leader, was giving you the shivers with his harsh glare. After you found out what was his occupation, however, everything clicked in your head and you instantly swung your tail under, leaving him be with all your stuff still at his place.
You decided to stay at a friend’s place for a couple of days, before renting a cheap place for yourself. Yeah, didn’t think so. NamJoon found you quickly, knocking on your friend’s door so harshly that it nearly flew off of its hinges, leaving you scared speechless, pale from shock and nearly hyperventilating.
As your friend let him in, you had trouble carrying his strong gaze. “You’re like an undisciplined dog. Running away from your owner just like that. I’m taking you home and putting a collar on that pretty neck of yours; try running away again, and we’ll see what happens.”
You knew that JiMin will find you quickly, it was like hide and seek for him; just a game, but you were still going to try; what if you succeeded? However, your positivity soon came to a halt as you noticed your cards being blocked, police occasionally knocking on your door, as they were reported of were noises and smells coming from your place. Your life, albeit slowly, was becoming a living nightmare.
The final drop were the photos of your friends sent to your post, though they were from far away distance. It terrified you, just the thought of any of them getting harmed and you being at fault was sending your stomach on to a task of a billion somersaults.
You had to come back, and you had to do it quick, or else who knows what might happen to the people you cherished.
“That didn’t take too long, now, Baby… I was expecting a better chase from you…”
TaeHyung had always been a clingy man, add to that formula the fact that he was also in a gang and you’ll get a completely undesirable man. Those were the reasons why you left him; he didn’t you give any room to breathe and he scared you to the bone.
Occasionally, you still felt him everywhere you went. While sleeping, you felt his hands snake around your form, whispering in your ear incognitive sentences. You could hardly sleep, leaving you exhausted and beyond repair.
Your friends, being the good buds that they were, invited you to an art museum, to help you to relax while spending time in your favourite environment. Oh, how thankful you were for that. Only when you were finally there did you realize what a bad decision to come it was.
The familiar hands snaked around your body, pressing you against his lean build. “Long time no see, Love.” he had whispered into your ear. You knew then, that there will be no chance of escape ever again.
After you left his house, JeongGuk came out with a brilliant plan hot to slowly drive you insane, setting it into motion as soon as he got the word of you finally finding a permanent place to live in.
He appeared before your eyes from day to day, waving at you, or smiling cutely, not doing anything above that. He knew what that did to you; you were slowly becoming sick with the idea of being stalked- by him. That was fun, to watch you squirm everyday just from seeing him. He knew it won’t take much longer before you’d come back to him in hysterics, begging him to stop, but just when you’d step through his threshold, you’d never step out again.
relatively keeps to himself, is the kind of mysterious neighbor that no one really knows much about
sometimes kids are afraid of him because he has a really deadpan expression so the moms are always like “wonwoo-ah ,,,,, please smile? it’s so nice out!!”
but he ends up just getting embarrassed and then asking mingyu when they hangout at a cafe like “kids never let me pat their heads,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,am i scary?”
and mingyu is like uh WELL,,,,,,,,,,,,
but in reality wonwoo is a sweethearted angel. like he picks up litter if he sees it around the apartment building and always offers to hold groceries for any of the elder neighbors
also he always gets cutely startled when another neighbor’s dog comes over to him and sniffs him or barks in greeting and he’s like !!!!! usually ends up dropping whatever he’s holding
and he looks down at the little like ??? pomeranian and is like “so,,,,,scary,,,,”
and the owner is like omg,,,,,,,,,,,no they’re not scary they’re cute do you wanna pet them??? and wonwoo is like NO ,,, no ,,,,thank you i gtg
his apartment is really clean and well kept,,,,,,he has this vintage looking record player and collects mostly older jazz stuff that’s soothing and sometimes even a lil sad
when his friends come over they’re always like “dude,,,,,,,do you have any records from like pop groups???” and wonwoo just blinks and is like “why would i have that,,,,,,i listen to records before i sleep i don’t think i could fall asleep to snsd’s ‘party’,,,,,,”
he’s also a big fan of blankets and has them everywhere so he can fall asleep anywhere he pleases: the living room, the bedroom, the goddamn kitchen -
doesn’t really decorate his walls but has a photo of parents and brother in the hallway and every morning he waves goodbye to it before he leaves,,,,,it’s cute
and you have seen wonwoo before, mostly in passing. he never really looks up from his phone or book so it’s more like passing a ghost than anything
until one day you’re both on the floor at the same time and as you unlock your door, you take a step in until you look back and see that,,,,,,,,,,,
wonwoo is staring at his door and you’re like ?????? what’s he doing
and then you see him literally fall forward with his forehead against the door and you’re like IS HE OK and you’re hesitant but you call out like “everything alright???”
and wonwoo turns his head and he’s like ,,,,,,, “i don’t have my keys,,,,,,,im locked out.”
and you’re like ,,,,,,did you,,,,,,,forget them inside??? and he nods,,,,shamefully looking at the floor and you’re like oh,,,,,unsure of what to do
but then you hear it. a growl.
a stomach growl
and you can’t help but laugh and wonwoo puts a hand shyly over his shirt and he’s like “e-excuse me,,,” but you’re like “if you’re hungry you can come over, im just making ramen tonight so?”
and wonwoo is shy, he’d usually probably decline because he doesn’t want to bother you but then he hears his stomach growl again and he knows mingyu (who has a spare to his apartment) is gonna take like 2 hours to get here
so he nods and you grin, telling him not to be shy and come over.
and once you’re inside, wonwoo sitting awkwardly at your kitchen table you’re like “so,,,,,while the water is boiling - tell me about yourself.”
and wonwoo is like “there’s not much,,,,,” and he tells you that he has a brother, he likes to listen to music, write lyrics sometimes,,,,,and he’s kinda like “im sorry im boring” and you’re like no not at all and once the ramen is done you guys keep like talking
and wonwoo is a little reserved, obviously you guys are strangers basically, but you keep listening with enthusiasm and you smile when he attempts a joke and ask him more about himself
and unlike most people you’re not,,,,,,,making some comment about how he looks angry or tired. you’re just,,,,,,,genuinely listening and it’s been a long time since wonwoo has met someone new who didn’t right away seem judgmental of how kind of simple he is about most things
and once he realizes that mingyu is calling him to let him know he’s here, wonwoo is kind of upset that he has to leave the conversation,,,,,
but you tell him that it was nice talking and he thanks you for the food and when he meets mingyu out in the hall
mingyu is like nudging wonwoo and he’s like “that neighbor you were with - they’re cute.” and wonwoo is like “oh,,,,yeah they are,,,,,and they’re nice,,,”
and mingyu’s like wiggling his eyebrows and he’s like “did you just call someone nice,,,,,,,,,hmmmmmm i thought you weren’t a people person,,,,”
and wonwoo is like GIVE me the spare keys mingyu
and mingyu is like “go ask the neighbor on a date and i will.” and wonwoo is like m I NG Yu,,,,,,,but mingyu won’t let up because he’s like c’mon i know you think they’re cute
so when you hear a knock on your door and open it, wonwoo is biting his lip but he’s also like “not,,,,not to be weird but are you free this weekend? i just want to get to know you more so we can get coffee,,,,,,,if this isn’t awkward,,,,”
and you’re like oh,,,,,,,,you’re flattered and you’re like sure!!! and wonwoo is like ,,,,,,,,well in shock because you agreed but also blushing because wow,,,,,,,he actually got a date with you,,,,,,
and you exchange a time and place and you smile before closing the door and wonwoo swears his heart beats a bit faster
but then he hears mingyu’s voice like GET IT BRO and wonwoo is like “give me the spare this time or eLSE-”
always running out of his apartment because he seemingly is late no matter what???
like no matter how many alarm clocks he sets,,,,,,he leaves his house juggling his keys, his bus pass, his jacket, his water ,,,,,, and his hair looks like it has never seen a brush in it’s life
he always ends up forgetting something too. usually it’s literally he forget to lock the door to his apartment
but this is his charm!!!! all the older people are like “he’s such a youthful young boy full of energy!” and all the kids think he’s super cool because he dances and does taekwondo
and also hoshi has this bad habit of listening to music way too loud in his headphones so if you’re on the elevator with him you’re sure to be hearing shinee’s 1of1 album blasting through the small space
and speaking of shinee, hoshi looks up to them so much he has their poster up on his wall. well he has a lot of stuff on his wall from the medals he’s won in taekwondo, to bizarre polaroid photos of seokmin and minghao, to autographs he’s gotten from famous choreographers he’s met
and his wall is a mess, so is his floor and bed. like there’s training clothes everywhere and his bed is never made and the only saving grace is the can of febreeze he got from mingyu as a gift on secret santa
his refrigerator is just big bottles of water and frozen sushi he got from the grocery store and like no one understands what in the world he’s living off??? maybe he’s running off energy from the sun??? who knows
and you know hoshi, it’s impossible not to with his crazy bedhead and his singing outloud to ‘sherlock’ habit
and you guys are friends, not like super close but you know enough to talk in the hall and one day as you’re talking you mention you just beat your highscore in ‘just dance’ on this song by usher
and hoshi’s like “that’s your highest score? i could crush you if that’s your best.” and you’re like OH WANNA BET
and hoshi is like hell yeah i wanna bet come over and ill show you how a pro does it
and so you end up sitting on his couch (which he had to clean, there were chip bags and notebooks on it) watching hoshi turn on his wii and before starting the game he turns around to give you a grin and you’re like PFFT you’ll never beat my score
but ,,,,,,,,,,you are wrong. he beats your score. that and also,,,,,,you’ve never seen such a good dancer in your life
BUT ARE YOU GONNA ADMIT THAT ? NO WE DON’T LOSE IN THIS HOUSE
so you get up there and you bust out everything you have and hoshi is like OOOOOOO you look serious,,,,but it won’t be enOUGh
and by the end of it you’re huffing and puffing but,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,YOU GET A HIGHER SCORE
and you’re like AYEEEEE I WON GIVE ME THOSE 50 BUCKS WE BET
and hoshi is staring at the TV with his jaw on the floor but then he’s smiling and he’s like “you’re so cool!!!!!!!! you actually beat me!!!!!” and he high-fives you because tbh he’s competitive but like,,,,,,,he’s also a sweet guy
and you’re like ohg;ldskgfh,,,,,i did,,,,,,,,,,,,,
and hoshi is like “i don’t have fifty bucks on me, but i do have enough to take you out to dinner? it’ll be japanese take out though,,,,,” and you’re like LOL that’s fine. free food = good prize
and hoshi like offers out his hand and he’s like “shall i escort you to the five star restaurant than?” and he’s got this mock british accent but you’re laughing and you take his hand
and you only blush when you realize that you guys are still holding hands as you leave the building and go up the street,,,,,,,,,,,,
and maybe you blush even more when hoshi is like “doesn’t this kinda feel like a first date?” right in front of the cashier at the takeout place and you’re like SHUT
but he’s just grinning and you’re like,,,,,,,what is going on
and hoshi is like “i figured just dinner isn’t enough so, ill add another thing to your prize.” and you’re like what is it??”
and then he like pokes his cheek and is like “this date with me~~~~” and you’re like never do aegyo again but omg you’re cute,,,,,,,
casanova of your apartment building
winks and uses the same “you look like a flower every time i see you, but this time - you’re in full bloom~” line on everyone,,,,,,,,,and when i mean everyone i M E A N E V E R y o n E
even the dogs that live in the building ,,,, like there’s a lady with a little chihuahua on the second floor and after telling the lady she looks ten years younger than before, seungcheol like calls the dog a beauty and wow is that dog blushing?????? probably
he’s kind of a really popular guy,,,,like to the point that people will wait outside your building and be like “does seungcheol really live here??? i heard he’s so handsome you can’t look him straight in the eyes,,,,,,,”
but in reality,,,,,, his apartment is just the most least romantic thing ever LOL
like there’s just sports equipment, sports magazines, and empty water bottles everywhere ,,,,,,, and his laundry pile is so big it’s threatening to fall over,,,,,,, and like the only thing he has for decoration in his whole apartment is like a picture frame he got as a housewarming gift from seungkwan but ,,,,,, there’s no picture in it
and like he’s lucky because he has a balcony he can go out onto but on it is his bike that takes up half the space and dying plants he never takes care of
and he’s so,,,,,,,like well-kept when he leaves the house but then he comes home and throws everything off and like literally rolls into bed or plays video games in just his sweatpants
and you know more than anyone else how the ‘suave and cool’ seungcheol really is because you’ve been friends since before you were neighbors
and you’re always over at his place sitting on his balcony and just talking (mostly gossiping because seungcheol actually has a LOT to say and the view from the balcony is nice)
and sometimes you come over and trip over like a jumprope he left on the floor and the only reason those plants on his balcony are not DEAD but definitely close is because you water them when you drop by LOL
and seungcheol tries to bribe you to do his laundry but you flick his forehead and you’re like “no. im not your maid. get joshua to do it.”
and one day you come over and you’re like ,,,,,, seungcheol your apartment is negative ten degrees” and seungcheol
who is sitting on his couch in a literal down coat is like “yeah i forgot to pay the heating bill.”
and you’re like OH MY GOD but you’re also like get up loser you can spend the night at my place and not die here like a human icicle
and seungcheol is like like i love you you’re my everything my SAVIOR
and you’re like SAVE IT DO NOT GREASE ME
so seungcheol ends up in your living room on your couch instead and you’re like ok goodnight and seungcheol is like “hEY,,,,,since im here let’s watch a scary movie or something” and you’re like dude we’re not kids this isn’t a sleepover your dumb butt literally didn’t pay- and seungcheol is like fine fine you’re scared I GET IT
and you pause because exCUSE me who did you call scared???? move over
and you plop down next to him and pick the scariest movie you can find and you’re like “first one to scream is a big loser - ok?” and seungcheol is like “when in my life have i ever screamed? you’re on”
but halfway through,,,,like you aren’t even paying attention because you’re sitting under the same blanket as seungcheol and like his arm is practically around your waist and your thighs are touching and he’s really big and warm
and you’re tired,,,,,,you had a long day and before you know it you’re knocked out. like what movie? what bet? ZZZZ time
and seungcheol notices, and he’s like oh they’re asleep,,,,,he should move so you can lay down
but as he’s watching your face illuminated only by the light of the TV like ,,,,,, seungcheol notices finally just how nice your features are
and you two have been friends for like ever,,,,, but he’s never quite looked at you and taken it all in,,,,,,,,and somehow now that he is
seungcheol is like ,,,,,, oh god ,,,,,,,, you’re cute
and not only that???? you literally have saved his ass so many times from bringing him actual food when he forgot to grocery shop, to helping him get hotpacks when he pulled his shoulder, to now,,,,,,when he found himself freezing in his own apartment like YOU saved him
and leaning down he brushes some hair from your face and he’s like,,,,, you know what im not gonna move
and instead moves a bit so your head falls on his shoulder more comfortably and he moves the blanket off himself so it’s covering all of you
and he falls asleep too,,,,,,,,,with the movie still playing
and in the morning you open your eyes and you’re like wow my mattress is so warm but broad and oooo it’s moving
but then you look down and oh hey there seungch- WHAT
and you want to jump up and be like WHAT IS GOING ON but seungcheol lazily opens one eye and is like “go back to sleep,,,,,,,”
and for some reason nothing feels wrong about this,,,it’s surprising but not wrong,,,,,,,,
so you just shrug and go back to sleep as you feel seungcheols arms wrap tighter around you
and oh my god isn’t the best friends to lovers cliche amazing,,,,,,it really is hehe
Summary (story spoilers): someone delivers some unexpected and unpleasant news, sending you running. Sam and Benny confront Dean, and the three of them go looking for you.
Pairing: AU!Dean x Reader
Word Count: 2,500
Warnings (again, spoilers): lots of language, angst, cheating, feelings of betrayal and worthlessness
A/N: Thank you guys for all your patience! My show this weekend went really well! I came in 3rd out of 17 and qualified for Nationals in early May! Hope you enjoy this installment, though I think I’ll have a few upset messages…
@lilacxsehun requested: Jungkook/Reader inspired by the lyrics “He says I know what I want and I want it now I want you cause I’m Mr. Vain” in which Jungkook is the CEO of a big company you work for. Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: Fluff/Smut; CEO/Boss AU Word Count: 12,037 Author’s Note: I’ve always wanted to try my hand at a CEO AU so I was very excited to get this request. As I was writing this, I wasn’t entirely sure if Jungkook’s position should constitute him more as a CEO or a boss but eh, ignore the technicalities.
Summary: In which an awkward first encounter with your new boss gives Jeon Jungkook all the more reason to make your job an interesting experience.
To say you are late would be a complete and utter, tragic and ill-fitting, understatement. By the time you were supposed to be here at the building, you had just finished adding the last minute touches to your hair with the straightener, and by the time you were supposed to be doing that you needed to finish your makeup and by the time that was happening—!
Well, you get the idea.
Point is, you are running incredibly behind on your schedule—as if life just wanted to prove a point that no matter how much it seemed you could stitch your life together by managing to land an interview for a company actually relevant to your degree, something always had to go wrong. It just so happens that the bad day you constantly worried about just had to occur today. On the day of your interview.
You think it might be enough to get you to scream. First, the power just had to cut off the night before, disarming your alarm clock and resetting all the previous settings so instead of just beeping at some abnormal time it just didn’t ring at all. Given that you had also forgotten to plug your phone in for charging the night before as well, there was no way that could have been any source of an alternative method for waking up. All of that led up to the simple fact regarding the issue that you have a very difficult time waking up in the morning even with an alarm, so having none only elevated that struggle, bursting out of bed after frantically wondering about the time, and attempting to compress an hour’s worth of preparation into 5 minutes.
“Dean Winchester. My name is Dean Winchester. Sam Winchester is my brother. (f/n)(l/n) is my girlfriend. Cas is-”
You had been listening to Dean running through that mantra for 5 minutes. It was just you two in the motel. Sam and Rowena had gone to get the book that was supposed to fix Dean and you had volunteered to be the one to stay with him. There was nothing you could do but wait. So you sat on the bed in silence, listening to Dean trying to hold on to his identity that continued to slip through his fingers with each passing minute.
“I don’t….I don’t know…I don’t…” There was a defeated sigh followed by a loud thump that most likely was Dean hitting the counter.
You immediately got up and slowly opened the bathroom door.
He turned to you with fear filled eyes before looking back at the mirror.
“I can’t remember…I-I-I don’t know” he brought his hands up to his head in frustration. “Why don’t I know anything!?” His eyes started watering and he turned back to the mirror. “Remember!” he yelled at himself. “Just remember!”
I slap the huge ass my cock is buried deep in and give one
last final pulse, shoving myself as deep as I can into him with my 9 inch dick.
The fatass lets out a moan and I grope his huge love handles, cumming at the
same time the fat pig in front of me cums. I pull myself out, hit my wet cock
against his jiggly butt, and roll him over. I fall onto his huge belly, not
even sure if he can feel my toned 160lbs resting on his close to flabby 500.
After a few moments of enjoying my personal water bed, I speak up.
“You should probably get going soon, it’s almost 2 am…” I
say, hoping he’ll ask to stay a bit longer. But, as they always do, he takes in
a deep breath and prepares to get his huge body out of bed. I help him clean
off and get dressed, and within a few minutes he’s waddling out my front door.
I watch him go down the apartment hallway, his ass jiggling like it had been in
my bed only minutes before. As he steps in the elevator, his side moob hits the
frame and sends his belly shaking. I give a casual wave and turn around to go
back into my room, but I knock into something sturdy, not really paying
attention this late at night. Instantly, I’m not surprised.
“Oh sorr- Wait! What the hell Carter, let me in my room.” I
assertively say, trying to get passed his tall, almost naked frame. I don’t
have time for his bullshit tonight. Every time I hookup with someone Carter
always pops up right after they leave, like some sort of fucking stalker. He
lives in the apartment opposite mine; I’d be more scared if he weren’t so
literally obsessed with me. I always wonder if he stands there all night
watching the peephole, waiting for me to come out. It’s fucking creepy if you
ask me. Every time I hookup he saunters out in minimal clothing and gives me a
hard time. I barely glance at his disciplined abs and bulging biceps. He’s got
a bubble butt going on, but still not even close to big enough for my tastes.
“I’ll let you go if you answer this:” Carter says, playing
coy. “You’ve had seven guys, that I know of, over in the last semester. All of
them are gigantic whales, but you
won’t even look twice at me.” He drops his voice and leans against the wall
with his dense arm just above my shoulder, trapping me. Our faces almost touch.
Despite his shit personality, he’s definitely not ugly. “What’s up with that,
Josh?” He lets my name linger on his lips. God, I wish he weren’t taller than
me. I wouldn’t consider myself short, standing at 5’10, but he’s 6’4 and all lean
muscle. There’s no way I can escape his beefy trap.
“You’re not my type, Carter. I don’t hookup with assholes.”
I aggressively explain, trying to get him to leave me alone. He smirks and half
“Apparently your ‘type’ is too fat to wipe to his own ass.
Tell me I’m wrong.” He egotistically demands. He knows he’s right, I can see
the victory in his shit colored, piercing eyes. He’s not going to budge.
“So what if I’m not as shallow as you?” I ask. “Maybe I
don’t care about body fat percentages and negative BMI’s.”
“Say it.” He whispers. “Say you like them fat.” A strand of shitty,
medium length, wavy hair falls in his face, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
I’m annoyed. “For christ’s sake Carter, I like fat guys. Not
gym rats who won’t take no for an answer. Now let me in my fucking room.” I shove him
off me, he doesn’t resist. “And stop watching me through your peephole, it’s
creepy as shit.” I tell him as I unlock my door.
“Like I have time for that,” Carter scoffs, watching me. “I
can hear the fatties’ footsteps from a mile away, genius.” My door won’t
unlock; god this is awkward. He can feel the tension too. “But hey, let me help
you with that, handsome.” His tone changed to something nicer. He comes behind
me, grabbing the key from my hand. He unlocks the door and squeezes my
shoulder. “Goodnight.” He says, sweetly.
“Go change your underwear, I can see the precum starting to
show through.” I say, shutting the door in his face. I bet those puppy dog eyes
would make any other man drop his boxers immediately, but I’m not falling for
it. He’ll have to gain a few hundred pound before I look twice at his twitching
The next day I go to my morning classes on campus, which is
only a few minutes’ drive away from my single bedroom apartment. Everything’s
been pretty stressful this semester, I’m really glad it’s almost over. I’ve
barely gotten to hang out with my friends lately, especially with finals week approaching.
It’s only my sophomore year as an art major, I shouldn’t be spending every
waking moment in the studio or with my head up an art history textbook.
I grab a bite to eat on campus and head over to the student
gym, looking to destress before having to write a monster essay tonight. I
change clothes, put in my earbuds, and get on a vacant treadmill. Running’s
always cleared my head, ever since I started doing cross country in junior
high. I even got pretty good at track throughout high school. I’m zoned out,
thinking about a particular race when I realize my treadmill’s going faster.
I look down and see a large hand turning my speed up. I
follow the hand up a muscled arm and a broad shoulder to a face that could
belong to a model. His soft lips are moving, but my music is too loud to hear.
I shove his hand off my settings and take out an earbud.
“What do you want now, Carter?” I ask, not really caring to
hear the answer. I don’t know if he followed me to the gym or if he just never
leaves this place.
“Besides for you to go out with me tonight? I want you to
turn your speed up, maybe even lift a little with me today. You know I could
get you stronger.” He tells me with that shit eating smile.
I turn off my treadmill. “Look,” I reiterate. “I don’t go
out with beefed up muscle jocks who stalk me. Now please, go bother any other
twink in this gym.”
He’s not giving up. He sighs, “Josh, what do I have to do to
get you to go out with me?”
I sigh. “If you really want me to go out with you, gain 50
lbs of fat. If you can get up to 230 lbs without working out, we have a date.
Until then, you leave me the fuck alone.” He thinks for a moment before opening
his dumb mouth.
“Okay, deal.” He decides, holding out his hand. I shake it,
knowing he’ll never actually go through with this.
Over the next several weeks, I don’t see Carter. Not in our
building, not in between classes, not even at the gym. I don’t hear him, I
don’t smell him, I don’t even think about him. Between trying to balance my
social life and figuring out how I’m going to get through finals, Carter
totally escapes my mind. I even have a 400 pounder come over and, for the first
time, Carter doesn’t show his creepy ass up. Maybe I had been too harsh on him,
maybe he wasn’t actually stalking me. Coincidences can happen, right?
The weather gets colder and classes come to an end. The day
after my last final I pack up a few of my things and get ready to drive home
for the 6-week long break. On my way to my car, a pillow falls out of my box of
stuff and onto the parking lot concrete.
“Here, let me get that for you,” I familiar voice calls. I
turn the other way and see Carter walking over to me. He’s got a sizable greasy
bag of fast food in one hand and a very large soda in the other. That’s really
unusual for him. Where’s his protein powder and vegetable shakes? He puts the
food down and grabs the pillow, now caked in light snow. He dusts it off and
puts it back in my box.
“Hey, thanks.” I say. “… I also wanted to apologize for
before. For being a dick and everything. I’m sure you’re not as bad as I made
you seem, so… Sorry.” I’m not the best with apologies, but I mean what I say.
“Don’t worry about it,” Carter tells me with a shit-eating
smile. “Is our deal still on?”
“What deal? OH, wait.” I remember. “Oh my god Carter, I
can’t believe you took that seriously.” This fucking boy still can only think
“Hey man, we shook on it. That makes it official.” He’s not
fazed by my annoyance. Maybe he’s just joking around. I wish I could see his
frame better, but he’s wearing a thick coat. It’d look better on him if he
gained 50 lbs, but I really hope that’s not his plan.
“Fine, you got me.” I confess. “The deal is official. I’ve
got to get going, though. Got a long drive ahead of me.” We say goodbye and he
hugs me. It wasn’t the worst hug in the world, he’s just so… stiff.
I put my things in my car and look in my rearview. I see
Carter struggling to enter our building with so much food in his beefy hands.
6 weeks later. I really needed that break. I missed a lot of
my friends and family back home, and it was great seeing all of them again. I
really enjoyed myself, not thinking about school, stress, Carter, or anything
else that’s awful.
Saying that, it all came flooding back as soon as I entered
my old apartment room. As soon as I set my stuff down on the living room floor,
I notice a photo in front of my door, as if someone had slid it under while I
was away. It’s a picture of someone looking down on a scale reading “230.2lbs”.
On the back is written “Let me know when we’re on, -Carter”. Fuck. Instantly I
feel terrible for so many reasons. This can’t be real, right? I decide to just
ignore it until it comes up again. Classes start up again tomorrow and I’m
hardly ready, anyway.
Tonight in bed I mentally go through the timeline of
everything that’s happened since we made that deal. It’s been at least two
months. Can someone even gain 50 lbs in that short of a time period? This has
to be a joke. No guy in their right mind would actually put on 50 lbs just for
some random guy like me. It just doesn’t happen. At least, I don’t think it
On Tuesday evening I’m woken from a nap by a knock on my
front door. I get off my couch and go look through the peephole to see who it
is. The guy’s tall and standing kind of close, so all I can really see is his
slight double chin and pudgy chest. I open the door, wanting to see who the
cute pudge belongs to.
“Hey there handsome, did you see the picture?” Carter asks
when I open the door.
Holy shit, though. This is definitely not the same Carter I
left behind weeks and weeks ago. This man is changed, suddenly I want to
impress him. I always knew that he’s a few years older than me, but I’ve never
felt so young. He’s still Carter, just fatter and cute as hell. Is it bulking
season, or did he do all of this for me? I’m not sure what to do in this
situation, this isn’t something they teach you to deal with in college.
“Uhhhh.. Um, yea,” I stutter. “I just didn’t believe it
until now. Here, come in.” I move to the side, welcoming him in. “Have a seat.”
I gesture towards the couch, trying not to stare.
Trying not to stare at what? Trying not to stare at his
beginner gut. It’s absolutely gorgeous in his tight blue workout tank. The
smallest sliver is poking out; I can see just a hint of a stretched out happy
trail. He may be 230lbs, but he’s also 6’4. Despite his height to fat ratio, he
carries the weight well. He heavily walks passed me and I see his beautiful ass
through his painted on light grey sweatpants. So plump, so round, so in my
living room. I can’t believe this just happened. He takes a seat and sinks into
the couch cushion, you can tell he’s not used to being chunky just yet. He puts
a stocky arm around the back of the couch and looks back at me.
“You gonna si?” He asks with those eyes that stare into my
soul. Without saying anything, I sit on the opposite end of the couch, facing
him. “So…” Carter starts, awkwardly. I realize I’m just staring at him, but I
don’t know what to say. How can you put words into your mouth when all you can
think about is putting his dick there instead?
“Soo…” I try to start. “About the date.” He’s face goes
down, like he thinks his work was all for nothing. I can tell his heart is
beating as fast as mine. Do I feel like how I make him feel? Is this always how
it’s been for him? “How about right now?” I ask, nervously. I can’t stop
glancing down as that sliver of belly peeking out at me.
“Hmm, right now?” He’s smiling. “I dunno, I’m kind of
hungry..” He puts a hand on his modest gut and sends it shaking. Two months ago
there were thick abs there.
“Oh yea? Hungry for what?” I ask, ready for whatever he has
“Mmmm, I dunno. Maybe some cookies, maybe some pizza… maybe
some cock.” He explains, sending shivers down my spine. I think this is how
every other man on earth reacted to him when he was nothing but muscle. I
definitely see the appeal of him now, it’s obvious why he was so full of
himself. I wonder if his sharp jawline brought the same reaction out of others
that his now almost double chin is bringing out of me.
“I’ll order you a pizza,” I barter, scooting close to him.
“If I get to take this off of you,” I say, pulling at his shirt. “It’s getting
a little tight, don’t you think?”
He’s smiling like a dork- his cheeks have the slightest
amount of fat in them. “I’ve got Pizza Hut on speed dial, I’ll take care of the
pizza if you take care of the rest.” He negotiates. I nod in agreement.
After he’s done ordering a large meat-lovers and a two
liter, I tug his shirt off. He’s flabby as all hell. I run my hands over him as
I press my face against his. His tongue plays with mine, like he knows he’s
wanted this for so long. I fee his flab, all of it. I make sure that not a
single pound goes unnoticed. Before long the pizza’s here, and I send Carter
off to the bedroom. When I step in the room, he’s naked with his chubby legs
crossed. Saving the best for last, I guess. I take my clothes off and get on
top of him, my hard cock pressing into his fat gut. I feed him slice after
slice of greasy pizza, making sure he eats the crust. No calories wasted, not
when you’ve got someone this beautiful to feed. His greedy mouth opens for each
bite, waiting to have food shoved in him. He’s too good at this, I know he has
to be into it too. When he’s eaten all of the pizza and drunken most of the
soda, I pick up stray pizza sausage and throw the last bits into his mouth and
kiss him long and hard. He tastes like grease; he tastes like greed. I sit back
on his lap and feel his boner poking at my defined ass. I lay down next to him,
feeling his fatter sides already starting to mold into my thin frame. I grab
his cock and go to work, and he does the same for me. I can feel his whole body
jiggling with each stroke. I kiss him, feeling his thick neck shake from the
movement below. Soon, we cum at the same time.
Half an hour later we’re still in bed, my head laying on his
puffy chest. We haven’t said a word. It’s not late, and I’m not tired, but I am
dozing in and out of sleep. I decide to ask before he decides to leave.
“So…” I start, awkwardly. “You actually did it. You actually
Carter takes a beat. “If you can even call me fat yet, yea I
guess. I just knew that I wanted you, and that I was tired of going to the gym
all the time. I was thinking about becoming a personal trainer, but I hated the
thought of making other people fit all the time when I want to look like… Well,
like this.” He lets his hand fall on his gut and my head bobs on his chest. “If
you weren’t into it, I was just going to play it off as a hardcore bulk.”
“I definitely am into it.” I tell him, genuinely. “Also, if
you ever want to go on an actual date, I think I might like that.” I don’t
usually fall for guys, but this fat boy is getting to me. Maybe it’s just
pillow talk, but I think I might like him.
“Yeah, I think I might like that too.” He says, and pulls me
We spend the rest of the night together, not saying much.
It’s nice to just be with him. Before bed I feed him some oreos and milk, which
he happily devours. The tubby man can eat like a horse. I don’t ask him to stay
the night, but I don’t need to. I fall asleep in his still strong arms.
That Friday, we have our first
date. I haven’t seen him since that night we spent together. It’s only been a
few days, but being away from him has given me some clarity. As much as I hate
to admit it: I have a crush. It’s official. I can’t get him out of my mind. Not
when I’m in class, not when I’m working out, not even when I’m with my friends.
It goes without saying that I’ve been looking forward to this date since the
second he left my apartment.
It’s Friday and I haven’t seen Josh in days. After months of
chasing after him, giving him my all, and gaining 55lbs, we finally fucked.
Four times. In one night. I’ve never chased after someone like how I chased
after him. No matter what I tried, though, he always got pissed off at me for
no real reason. I never cared though, I just tried to show him that I’m not as horrible
as he thinks. I wish I knew why he always thought I was stalking him. We live
right across from each other, went to the same university, and worked out at the
same gym. I didn’t think it was a crime to say hello.
Maybe I did go overboard, though. Sometimes, he’d hookup
with these gargantuan men. My temper would get the best of me, especially when
it was late. Not gonna lie, I was always jealous of those men. They don’t care
what size they are, they’re fat and getting fucked by Josh. There’s not more
that you could want. At least, there’s not more that I could want. I don’t like
to talk about it, but I’ve always wanted to let go and be fat. I fucking love
My friends have been concerned, but I tell them I’m just
doing a long bulk. I think they see through the bullshit. I used to work out
seven days a week, and that’s completely stopped. Before the deal, I can’t
remember the last time I had eaten more than 2000 calories in a day. Small
portions of grilled chicken salads were replaced with double quarter pounders
and dozens of donuts. I think the last time I drank water was a few weeks ago.
At first my body rejected soda, but now I can’t start my day without a bottle
or two of coke. I received a glass dessert display for a Christmas gift a few
years ago, but it hadn’t seen much action until the past few months. I forgot I
had a sweet tooth. I know if I want to stuff more in me, I can always handle
more sweet shit.
As I shower, I think about the way Josh smiles. I think
about how one side of his face lifts slightly higher than the other and how I
fall for it every time. I can’t stop playing the moment of when he first saw me
after break, dozens of pounds heavier. The shock in his dark eyes, the obvious
hard-on in his shorts. I knew he wanted me, and I wanted him like never before.
As I lather my body, I realize how utterly fat I’ve gotten over the past two
months. Instantly my cock gets hard, but it doesn’t reach the height that it
used to reach. There’s too much fat blocking it. I run my hands over my chest
and feel it bounce. Deep down I know I want it bigger, I want all of it bigger.
I’ve been stuffing myself since the day Josh and I made that deal. I haven’t
even worked out, and it shows. My legs aren’t toned, my arms are getting
flabby, and my chest is looking more feminine every day.
I dry off and grab a pair of jeans. 36’s and they’re skin
tight. I suck in my gut to button them, and it hurts when they finally latch. I
put on a white undershirt, knowing that my fat is going to strain the buttons
on the size large black button up I’m putting on. Should I wear a bowtie? No,
that worked when I was slim, but not anymore. I grab my belt and put it on, but
realize I can’t it to reach where it’ll fasten. Fuck. I knew I should’ve bought
a bigger one, but I was too busy jerking off and eating Burger King. What about
suspenders? No, there’s no way I can tuck in this shirt. Maybe soon my belly
will hide my straining pant button, but not yet. I’ll just have to deal with
it. I do my hair casually messy in the mirror. I’m still hot as fuck, if you
ask me. Just chubby now. Hopefully Josh will be impressed with the tight
clothes, I think to myself. I can’t lose him this early in.
At 7pm I make the short walk to his door, wishing that it
were colder out tonight. Maybe I could wear a jacket and hide the tight shirt,
but that’s not really an option. I knock on the door and Josh quickly answers.
He looks adorable in a well-fitting cardigan and black skinny jeans, the kind
of jeans I used to wear. As soon as he sees me he pushes his cute glasses up
and takes a moment. “Hey,” I say with a smile. I want him to feel comfortable
“Hey.” He says, like he’s not
sure what to do. He’s eying me up and down and trying to hold back a smile. He
bites his lip, I step closer.
Carter steps closer to me and I basically lose control. I
swear he looks fatter than he did days ago, but maybe it’s just the tight shirt
he’s wearing. I wish he weren’t wearing an undershirt, though. Belly peeking
through buttons is always a plus. Not to mention that he’s not wearing a belt.
I can’t tell if it’s because his jeans are so tight that he doesn’t need one,
or if he outgrew his biggest. Despite that, and despite my horniness, I really
am glad to see him. That’s why as soon as things get awkward I wrap my arms
around him and hug him like a child. I don’t want him to see how he makes me
smile an idiot’s smile.
He takes me out to his car, a big truck. I don’t know much
about cars, but I know that this is a very douchy truck. Not surprising, but I’m
trying to not be judgmental. Conversation with him gets a lot more comfortable
as he drives, we actually have a lot in common. Apparently he started out as an
art major, too, before his parents pressured him to switch to finance. It
surprises me that (ex) Big Dumb Muscle Jock Carter from across the hall
actually has a personality, completed with actual emotions.
We arrive at this fancy Brazilian meat restaurant. Carter
says that you pay at the beginning and servers walk around you all night
offering you different meats. I can’t eat that much but it sounds like the
perfect place for him.
Carter pays for me at the beginning, and I’m so thankful.
This place is expensive as hell. I ask him if he’d rather go somewhere more
affordable, but he says he doesn’t mind. Over dinner, Carter makes sure to say
yes to whatever sample of meat is brought to him. 20 minutes in and he’s
already covered in exotic barbeque sauce and straining his shirt beyond its
“You might wanna slow down there,” I tell him. “It looks
like that shirt might burst.”
“Oh what? You mean like this?” He asks playfully and sits
up. He leans over a bit and the second to bottom black button flies off and slides
under a table across from us. A few of the men look at us before realizing what
happened. I can’t help but laugh. His gut shook for a solid 5 seconds after the
button pop. I don’t think this kind of thing usually happens at upscale places,
but nobody seems to care.
Conversation continues, and I
find out that Carter actually just graduated a semester early with a degree in
finance. He recently got a job as an accountant at a law firm, which I guess
explains how he can afford this dinner. It’s actually nice getting to know the
man behind the musc- well, fat. There’s a lot more to him than I thought. He
even compliments the paintings he’s seen in my apartment. I don’t tell him that
I painted them, but I do note that he likes them.
I’m getting painfully full as I finish telling Josh about my
new job. He really is everything I thought he’d be. He even laughed when I
accidentally popped a shirt button from stuffing myself too much.
Speaking of stuffing myself, my pants are really tight. I
can’t go on much longer, and I just grabbed a large plate of lamb. I wipe my
hands off and, while Josh is talking, subtly reach down under my gut and play
with my button until it pops open. My stuffed gut releases itself and I let out
a deep breath of relief. Josh looks at me and then looks to the side. He
casually covers his mouth, but I know he’s grinning. I think he thinks he hides
it well, but his eyes give his smile away. Just for him, I grab a plate of
thick sausages from a passing waiter.
That date ended in a lot more food, and a lot of fucking. The
entire weekend went the same way. Pretty much every weekend since then has,
which hasn’t been the best for work. I try to find a good balance between
hanging with my new coworkers and being with Josh, but my appetite always
pushed me towards Josh. It shows, too. It’s only been a couple more months but
damn I’m getting big. I actually have an overhang now, and a real double chin.
I get so fucking out of breath, though. We only live on the second floor but I haven’t
taken the stairs in so long. Not to mention that it’s getting hot outside. I
didn’t know I could sweat this much. Did you know that fat guys sweat under their
moobs? Also in between our fat rolls. It’s fucking ridiculous. I can’t tell if
267lbs is worth all this effort. It’s getting hard motivating myself to get up
and go to work now, when all I really want to do is eat, fuck, jerk off, and
I had to buy all new clothes when I hit 240. None of the
larges were even close to buttoning, and neither were my pants. I’m glad nobody
at work knows that 6 months ago I was body building, but they have noticed that
I’ve put on some weight. One day, after a particularly big company lunch, I sat
down in my office chair and my ass seam ripped all the way down. I had one of
my buddies who, lives in my apartments, bring me another pair, which were
equally as tight. I’m just glad I can hide my unbuttoned pants with my belly
now. There’s not much I can do about shirts that always fucking ride up,
though. I feel like a bloated balloon. A really fat balloon that can’t stop
eating and is scared he’s gonna break his desk chair.
Josh fucking loves it though. He eats this shit up like how
I eat cake. It’s like I’m getting addicted to fat and sugar, and I think I like
it. Sometimes, especially when I’m really full, I’ll just eat more instead of
fucking. I’ve been getting more fun out of it, and I can eat so much. I’ve been
tracking my calories and usually I don’t eat less than 5,500 a day. I’m used to
it; I’ve gotten used to the feeling of always wanting more. I think Josh is
getting used to it, too. His favorite thing to do lately is to shove my man
boobs together and try to fuck them. They’re not there yet, but I think they
will be soon. He’ll fuck any part of me, any part that’s fat. Especially my
ass. The other day he told me that my ass cheeks are getting to the size of my
belly when I was 230. I almost came right there.
I’ve been gaining really fucking
fast. I don’t know if I like it, and last night I brought it up with Josh
before we went to get food. I told him I wanted to slow it down, but it was
obvious he wanted the opposite. He told me that if I gain 40 more pounds by the
end of his semester he’ll be my boyfriend. We never became official, and
usually I don’t give a shit about that, but this is different. I’ve told him
what I want before, but he has commitment issues. If I ever want this to turn
into something other than weekend stuffings, I know what I gotta do.
It’ll be a lot easier now,
considering what happened after that conversation.
Last night I went over to Carter’s place, as I usually do,
but he seemed down. Laying on his bed, shirtless and rubbing his basketball
sized gut, I assumed he was hungry. But he actually said that he’s been wanting
to gain slower, or even stop. He looked so cute and innocent laying on the bed
with those fat cheeks that I almost said okay, but in all honesty he’s still
pretty skinny in my book. If he wants to be with me, like for real, he’ll have
to be bigger. I think he’ll like it, I really do. I’m just not really into relationships.
I’ve got way too much other stuff on my plate, and he’s still pressuring me to
be with him full time. At the same time, though, he has gained a lot for me.
Not to mention we do have fun when we’re together. We’ve only argued once since
we’ve been together, and that was over which fried chicken place we should go
I told him that if he really wants to be with me, he’d have
to gain 40 lbs in two months. If he can do it, I think I’ll know he’s worth
getting tied down for. We even shook on it.
After that conversation, shit hit the fan.
We were in Carter’s truck on our way to this new Korean buffet
his work friends told him about. He looked really good, at least by my
standards. I’ve gotten so used to seeing him in tight, stained old shirts and
small sweatpants he’s too lazy to get rid of, that him wearing pants and a
dress shirt was basically shocking. He did look really handsome, his thick neck
taking up his collar, the way his fat ass and thighs filled out those pants. It’s
hard to believe that he almost became a personal trainer. I love the chubby,
studly Carter much more than the muscled up asshole I once knew him to be.
We were having our usual conversation, talking about what he’s
going to eat for me after the Korean buffet, when we passed a four-way
intersection. Some drunk asshole ran his light and Carter, preoccupied with
thinking about food, didn’t notice. Luckily he’s okay, kind of. His hip was
shattered in the wreck and has been in and out of surgery since. He’s stable
now, but everyone is still on edge. Carter’s dad came to see him in the
hospital for their first time in months. He barely recognized Carter at first.
One of the doctors told him that I’m Carter’s friend, and his dad came to talk
to me. He looks a lot like how Carter did when he was fit, just an older
version. He asked about the weight gain and the accident, and I lied my ass
off. Hopefully it’ll all get sorted out soon.
It’s been a long 24 hours.
I hope you all liked part 1! If this gets over 160 notes I’ll write a part 2. And, as usual, feel free to message me with any suggestions, comments, or questions!
A/N: My loves, I may have another series on my hands. (Chapter One: Unexpected Reader) A series involving the first series, which will make much more sense later. I don’t know if this will be a hit or a total miss, but a girl’s gotta try it out. (I feel like us fan fic writers will appreciate this love story.) Anyhoo, enjoy! ❤️
Your fingers absentmindedly thrummed the tabletop as you murmured the last line you just wrote to yourself. “Across the room, Chris watched you intently with a small smile on his lips. He thought of approaching you, but wondered if you were the kind of girl that would appreciate or reject his boldness.” You chewed the inside of your cheek, your finger hovering over the backspace key on your MacBook. It seemed like yet another cliché, and though clichés were what you and your hopeless romantics readers loved- you wanted to expand yourself. You huffed and pressed the delete key, allowing your words to get chewed up by the blinking bar.
“Now what was wrong with that?” You flinched and tensed when you heard an oddly familiar male voice come from over your shoulder; he was so close to you that you would feel the warmth of his minty breath on your cheek. “Clichés are great.” He winced as he pulled back, knowing he’d gotten a little too close. “I mean- there’s a reason they’re overused, right?”
Now usually, you weren’t the kind of person who would snap at a stranger in an airport; you were too worried about the repercussions to do that. Usually, you’d just send a death defying glare their way and let your eyes do the talking; you’d been told you had a very intimidating face, which you no doubt got from your mom. But this was different, this was a stranger reading your writing without permission. You’d always been incredibly protective and defensive when it came to your writing and people peering at your screens- be it laptop, iPad, or iPhone. It was your biggest pet peeve; you hated having people stand behind you while you were on any of those said devices. It wasn’t like you had something to hide, you just didn’t like your privacy being invaded.
“Thanks for the input I didn’t ask for.” You bit as you abruptly closed the screen of your MacBook; you heard him chuckle softly. “Do you want to know what I think?” You quizzed rhetorically as you turned to shoot the nosy stranger your famous glare. “I think you should mind-” You cut yourself off when you saw who it was. “Oh my God,” you breathed, “you’re Chris Evans.”
Yes, Chris Evans. Christopher Robert Evans as in the talented actor and director; Captain America himself; the brown haired, blue eyed, Bostonian angel; the man you could only dream of marrying one day; and the one who accompanied your protagonist in all her life endeavors. Chris Evans was actually in front of you, and talking to you, and breathing the same air as you, and all you’d said to him so far was “thanks for the input I didn’t ask for” as well as “I think you should mind your own damn business.” Even though you didn’t get to finish your latter, it was still not the way you’d imagined your first meeting with your celebrity crush to go.
“Yes I am,” he walked to sit in the chair opposite you, “but don’t let that stop you.”
Chris was trying not to show too much amusement, but he couldn’t help his smile. You were exactly the kind of girl he liked- sassy, but clearly sweeter than honey. He’d seen you earlier, when you were both checking in. You were talking to the little boy in front of you; he was wearing glasses too big for his face, but between you and young Jasper- Chris found you cuter. He then spotted you again in the departure hall, talking to an airport security dog while its officer was searching someone else’s bag. He was about to approach you when the officer took the dog away and you’d walked off, pouting. He thought that was it, that he wouldn’t have the chance to talk to you again- you may have been on the same flight but you were sitting in different classes- but then, he came across you sitting in Starbucks. He spotted you in the window and decided it was time he got to actually meeting you, rather than admiring you from afar. So far, his decision to approach you had been one of his best.
“You think I should mind…” He trailed off, his beautiful blue eyes urging you to continue.
“Your own damn business,” you mumbled sheepishly as you cussed yourself out. It wasn’t until he laughed that you felt a little better, guessed he was as nice as everyone said he was. “I am so sorry. I’m not usually that rude, I just-” you swallowed when you saw his intent gaze on you. “I don’t like it when people look at my screen. I’m very protective of my writing and I don’t-”
“Don’t even worry about it,” he cut you off with one of his typical, heart thumping Chris Evans smile. “I’m not usually that nosy. It’s just that I heard you mumble my name and you were watching your screen so intently that I got curious as to what had your attention. Fan fiction is an interesting thing,” he commented with a soft chuckle.
“Oh God,” you blushed deeply. “It’s not- um- I don’t- you see-” you rambled and he laughed, placing a comforting hand over yours to soothe you. “I’m Y/N and I’m studying to be a screenwriter. I write fan fiction on Tumblr to put my work out there and get real people reviews,” you explained in a frazzled tone. “I’m so sorry, I don’t mean any disrespect.”
“Oh, I know. You don’t have to apologize,” he smiled again and your heart fluttered again. “I think writing about someone is the greatest form of flattery. So relax,” he gave your hand a quick pat then pulled away, “I’m very flattered.”
“No you’re not,” you breathed in disbelief.
“Yes I am,” he chuckled. “It’s interesting to see how others see me, even if my fans may be a little biased.” He winked at you with a click of his tongue and you thought you’d swoon right there and then. “It’s nice to know people think I’d make a good boyfriend, and husband, and father. It’s actually very reassuring,” he admitted with a sheepish smile. “I was starting to think I was the problem in my failed relationships.”
“You’re not serious,” you laughed and he smiled, appreciating how lovely you and your laughter was. “You’re like the perfect man. There is no way you were the problem in any of your failed relationships,” you said and suffered immediate regret, realizing you’d offended his exes. “Of course- I don’t mean any disrespect to anyone you’ve dated.” He laughed again, noting how cute you were when you panicked. “Jenny’s awesome, I loved her in Parks and Rec-”
“Hey,” he said and you stopped, holding your breath for some reason. “Breathe, Y/N.” He instructed and you did as he said. “I’m not going to bite your head off for speaking your piece. I know you don’t mean any harm with anything you say, so just- calm down, okay?” You nodded and he smiled. “I like hearing what you have to say, it’s very refreshing.”
“That’s very sweet of you to say,” you blushed again. “You know- I’ve only ever been called refreshing in my own stories.” You joked then laughed when he did. “Looks like someone is living up to that level of perfection us fan girls have created.”
“Oh, stop it.” He chuckled and waved his hand, feeling heat rise to his own cheeks. “Fan fic Chris might be perfect, but I don’t think I am.” He joked and you chuckled. “I mean- Fan fic Chris wouldn’t have read over your shoulder like that, he’d buy you a coffee first then politely ask what you were working on.”
“Hey, no one’s stopping you from doing that now.” You heard yourself flirt and you wanted to slap yourself in the face. What were you doing? This was Chris freaking Evans! He’d dated huge names, names that you couldn’t beat even in your best day. You needed to quit while you were ahead, you needed to just ask for a photo then leave him alone. You knew all that, yet the next words left your lips anyway, “I’m all for do-overs.”
“Aren’t I lucky?” He grinned which made you smile. “I’ll be right back then. You’re a…” He pointed at you as he rose to his feet, his tone and facials showed that he was trying to guess your drink so you didn’t offer any help. “Vanilla latte, kinda girl?” He quizzed and you felt your lips part in awe; how he guessed that was beyond both of you.
“Not bad, Mr. Evans.”
“Thank you,” he smiled, doing a small bow. “And call me Chris, ‘cause Mr. Evans is my dad and I’m not that old.” He joked and you nodded, chuckling. “Okay then, I’ll be right back. Oh-” he stopped and turned back, “just to make sure you don’t run off. Hold my phone, will you?”
“You want me to hold your phone for you?” You frowned when he nodded, smiling. “You do realize we just met, right?” He nodded. “And I’m a fan, like- a huge fan?” He nodded again. “Aren’t you worried I’ll go through your photos, or steal Sebastian Stan’s phone number?”
“Not really,” he shook his head. “I mean- I’ve got nothing to hide, and you don’t look like the kind of girl who would do that kind of thing anyway.” You bit back your smile; that was true. “As for stealing Seb’s number, well- I think he’d be lucky to have you in his life.”
“Okay, now that sounds like a line Fan fic Chris would say,” you teased him and he laughed. “Exactly how much fan fic do you read, Chris Evans?” You asked with a smug smirk, which turned into more of a shy smile when he winked. “Do you have a secret Tumblr account to keep track on all the writing we do about you?”
“I’m going to plead the fifth to that question.” He started towards the counter, glancing back at a giggling you as he did. “Don’t go anywhere, okay?” You nodded and he smiled as he told you, “I want to hear more about you and your writing.”
After leaving Harry’s house with your loaded bag, you walk a few blocks before you flag down a cab. You feel like you’ve just experienced a three hour workout, your limbs limp. The exhaustion and weariness is so deep that you swear you can feel it at a molecular level. It hurts to raise your hand to flag the taxi. Lifting your duffel bag into the back seat with you is like tossing around a 25kg bag of rocks. Climbing into the taxi, you lean your head back, closing your eyes, holding back tears with sheer willpower.
Hauling yourself upstairs to your flat, you drop your duffel just inside the door, falling face first onto the bed without removing your clothes. Heaving sobs wrack your shoulders. The screams that you hide in your pillow sound like a wounded animal. Your howling scares you, as you’ve never heard this sound from the depths of your stomach before, but you can’t seem to stop. You cry and sob and scream until you are completely spent, and then you just lie on your bed, staring at the ceiling, completely numb, feeling the time ticking away as slowly as a snail attempting to run a marathon. When your alarm goes off, you haven’t once closed your eyes, and they feel like sandpaper as you haul yourself out of bed to take a shower. Oh, how you wish you could stay home and wallow, watching sad movies, listening to Sign of the Times nonstop, eating ice cream out of the container with a single spoon. But you have clients to see, reporters and fans to avoid.
You set your tea down and looked at him, trying to maintain a straight face as you played the innocence card. He didn’t know, he couldn’t, right?
“I don’t know what you’re talking about Mish.” You said as you picked up your tea again, sipping from the mug before it got cold.
Misha looked at you, with what had to be one of the most serious looks he’d ever given you- “You have feelings for Jensen, don’t you?”
You practically spit out your tea.
“No, Misha. I don’t” you deadpanned. And you weren’t lying, you didn’t have feelings for him. What you felt was strictly sexual, you were…pretty sure of it.
“Yes you do.” He responded, and unfortunately, you weren’t going to get out of this one. But if you had to let him think that you had a crush on Jensen so that you didn’t have to tell him about the whole phone sex thing, so be it.
“I don’t know.” you sighed as you set your now empty mug down.
3.4k, smut, jungkook/reader, friends with benefits au (+ college + fuckboy)
Jungkook is a fuckboy through and through. If you look at all his social media
photos, all you see are countless images of him sandwiched between two girls,
his muscular arms wrapped around their shoulders. Two different girls in each
picture, never the same. Most of the photos are dark, dimly lit party scenes
with the flash in their eyes, but sometimes there are filter-saturated beach
pictures in which Jungkook’s shirtless and hugging girls in bikinis.
(Quite frankly, at times you
weren’t really sure who to be jealous of: Jungkook or the girls. Both looked
really fucking good. But it’s not like you were really Instagram stalking him
and actually cared about his pictures or anything. Totally not.)
Taeil is a very shy guy, and the idea of getting you something for Valentine’s Day would haunt him. Not because he doesn’t want to, because he wants to get you the perfect gift. He didn’t want to get you something overwhelming neither did he want to get you chocolate because he felt that was too cliché. He would ask Hansol for help but then regret it because Hansol’s ideas were useless and un-romantic, so he would just trust his instincts and buy something that reminded him of you. A necklace. It’s a simple, yet beautiful, necklace with a diamond on it. He felt proud of himself and decided to write you a song so he can sing it for you as he gently puts it around your neck. He would also make you hot chocolate since you both love hot chocolate. You would drink it while you cuddle up watching a movie.
Hansol would be so #confused he would have no idea what to get you. He would think of getting you a teddy bear but then realize that he doesn’t like that idea. He’d think and think and would come to no conclusion. Finally he would go and ask Yuta. Yuta would give him great ideas but that would make hansol feel worse about himself and have thoughts like “I’m such a bad boyfriend” or “Yuta should be her boyfriend”. Valentine’s Day would be so close and Hansol still didn’t think of a gift he wanted to buy, so he decides to go to a mall and see what type of things people are selling. As he walks through the mall he notices a shop which sells watches. And it finally hit him “I’ll buy her a watch”. He buys you a pretty pastel blue watch with silver stars dangling from it. He gets excited to give it to you on Valentine’s Day and he cant help but smile on his way home. When he gives you the gift, he notices your smile and he feels proud of himself, he knew it wasn’t much but he was sure you don’t mind what he gets you because you would love him anyway.
Papa Johns would feel really chill, he would think he has everything planned and that he doesn’t have to worry at all, but when he realizes that valentines day is in two day he would start to panic. He would think “I KNEW WHAT I’D GET HER BUT WHY DID I FORGET” he would come up with ideas of doing something like make you dinner but then again his cooking isn’t the best. He calls his mum in Chicago for help and she tells him to give her a keychain and Johnny liked that idea. He went to the store and bought a custom keychain which says “Be there or be square” and as he was walking he sees a BIG brown teddy bear. He picks it up and examines it when a lady comes up to him and says “It looks like you” and that’s when Johnny was like “Yup this gonna be lit” he bought his gifts and took them home. On Valentine’s he would give you the gifts and you of course would love them and he would say “Yeahhh… I knew it. I even got them a month in advance” and send you a wink. You would spend the day together eating pizza.
Taeyong had completely forgotten about Valentine’s Day. He was too busy practicing. You expected him to forget but you knew that he cared and if he wasn’t busy he would’ve spent it with you. Jaehyun asked Taeyong “Hey aren’t you going home yet? Valentine’s Day is almost over” and Taeyong stood there frozen. When Taeyong got home you noticed he looked really sad, you wanted to approach him but you didn’t want to remind him about Valentine’s Day since you knew it would make him sad, so instead you said “Heyyy ty track! Do you want some dinner?” And he shook his head and looked at you with really sad eyes “I’m so sorry” and he took you into a hug. You hugged him back and told him it was okay. You took the gift box from your pocket and gave it to him while looking at your feet. He looked shocked and took it nonetheless. He opened it and his eyes widened with awe “Omo! Y/n you didn’t have to. I feel worse now” you had gotten him a cartier bracelet. You told him it was okay again and you understand that he was busy but he was determined to get you something anyways “Don’t worry I’ll get you something by tomorrow. You’ll love it, now lets go eat dinner” he looked happier and that’s all you cared about. No gift would replace that smile of his. As you eat dinner he would tell you how much he loved you and keep staring at you with a huge smile one his face.
Yuta would be most prepared. He would have probably been extremely excited about valentines day since a month before. He would have probably had the idea of pranking you by doing something witty and then give you his real gift. Yuta would love you so much he would want to give you everything and anything he can offer. You didn’t want him spending too much but that didn’t stop him anyways. He wanted to buy you more than he did but he knew you would be sad. After all he was just showing his love to you by spoiling you. He had bought you LV sunglasses that he thought would look super hot on you. He also bought a Hermès coat that would keep you warm in the winter. And last but not least he bought you the nicest smelling perfume because he wanted to smell it on you when he hugs you. He knew you were humble and wouldn’t accept it straight away but he didn’t care because he knew you would when he gave you his killer smile. On Valentine’s Day he had his plan set. He gave you a big gift box with a photo of him smiling and doing the peace sign. He saw your genuine smile and was surprised that you were happy with only that. But when he told you he had more you were shocked. And he laughed at how cute you were. You kept telling him it was too much but he would just say “My everything deserves everything” and he shot the killer smile that made you melt on the spot.
Ten is such a sweetheart. He would want to do the cliché things couples do on Valentine’s Day but not to be cliché, just because he wanted to experience everything with you. Ten noticed you getting excited over valentines however he couldn’t help but feel something wrong. He wanted to make it extra special, he really did but he didn’t know how. Then the thought hit him. What better thing to do than celebrate Valentine’s Day in the place he loved most, with the person he loved most, Thailand. He booked the plane tickets the moment he got home from practice. He was so hyped. He got his bags ready and he got your bags ready and put them in the car. And all that was left was for you to come home. When you did Ten pulled you into a hug and told you that he was talking you on a small trip. You kept asking where he was talking you but all he would say was “somewhere nice”. You gave up and soon after you went to sleep. An hour later your boyfriend woke you up by planting a kiss on your eyes. You blushed at his action as you got out of the car. You were extremely shocked at where you were. The airport. You looked at Ten as he handed the tickets over to you, your jaw dropped and your eyes were popping out of your sockets “I didn’t pack my bags!!” He assured you that he did. When you arrived to Thailand you and Ten spent the best Valentine’s Day ever. He did all the cliché things but it was super fun and adorable to see that side of him. You gave him the gift you bought him which was a set of earrings and he absolutely loved them. When you got back to the hotel you took a shower and got out with a robe. You looked for your clothes but you didn’t find any underwears. You looked at Ten and asked “Did you pack me any undergarments” and he froze. He realized he didn’t. “Dont worry I’ll buy you some” and a smirk appeared on his face.
Jaehyun is the SWEETEST man ever ever ever. He would be super super SUPER excited for Valentine’s Day. He already bought your gift and organized everything. He would’ve planned to cook you dinner and serve it under the moonlight, sing for you a love song, and last but not least give you his gift. He had cooked meat, spicy pork, ttaekboki and for dessert he will serve peaches and green tea ice cream. For the gift he got you a beautiful set of jewelry. Star diamond earrings with a matching bracelet and necklace. He prepared the a pathway of rose petals from the front door to your balcony so when you enter you would be welcomed with that. And on the balcony there would be a table that served your dinner. As you enter Jaehyun would sing for you and sit you down and when you are done with the delicious meal Jaehyun had prepared he would give you his gift. Jae would make the day end in a very special way. He would fill your backyard with candles in a shape of a heart and in the middle would be a mat to lay on and chocolates shaped as hearts. Jaehyun would make you feel very loved on that special day, since it only comes once a year.
Note: Untitled Garbage Mystery Fic is no longer Untitled or a Mystery!
Okay, so this was initially gonna be a small thing and then it kinda got away from me so it’s a slightly less small thing? I basically needed to write something that wasn’t academic for once in my life and then this happened (with a great deal of help from @fragmentofmymind who is the greatest and listens to me every time I hit a metaphorical writing speed bump)
It’s far from the best thing I’ve ever written but I’ve had fun in this universe so far (and hope you do too). Thanks for being patient with me, my dudes. I LOVE YOU LOTS.
Word Count: 11,336 (shout out to slow burn lmao)
There’s a quiet power in wielding a camera, a strength in the ability to either capture the world in its purest truth or manipulate it into something brand new. You had learned this at a young age, stealing your grandmother’s Polaroid camera and discovering how different the image you could create would look in different types of light and more or less motion, even if you didn’t fully understand why it worked the way that it did.
It became a part of you, filling your heart with a curiosity for telling stories through images. The photo you caught of your mother as she laughed quietly to herself in the kitchen, a snapshot of your best friend right at the moment she caught you taking it, a poorly framed photo you accidentally took of yourself while trying to change the roll of film.
It was all magical to you, and it never really stopped feeling like you’d tricked the universe into allowing such beauty to exist every time you snapped a one-of-a-kind photograph.
A camera is built out of complicated technology. The mechanics of focus and aperture, f-stops and shutter speed were more than science and math to you–they were your doorway into a new world, the look of which you got to decide.
Your hands felt most comfortable when stabilizing a camera, your eye most at home behind a viewfinder, your fingers their most graceful as you pulled focus to a new subject–
Summary: Far away in the sky city of Illumina, you’re set to be engaged to the heir of the Kim family business. A notion you firmly reject until you come to realize that things may be more than what they seem. (Enemies to Lovers AU)