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plot | Meet Y/N and Jin, two of Hollywood's hottest celebrities and couple — or are they? Media and fans have been wanting to hear a confirmation for years now. But you two are always good at confusing everyone. Watch as everyone else play this guessing game of what's the relationship between Y/N and Jin.
genres | humor/crack, fluff, angst, actors!au
pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader
note | drabble series! everything that will be posted in this probably didn't happen in order. below are the titles/prompts. asks are always open.
main masterlist | the a-listers: confidential
instagram official — Your fans cheered as you two finally posted photos of each other on your personal accounts, possibly confirming the relationship.But it all changed quickly when you accidentally started an Instagram live.
lie detector test— During promotions of his new movie, Jin was set in a lie detector test. Surprise, surprise! He was asked about you.
masters of handling break-ups — After the tabloids released news of you and Jin ending your unconfirmed relationship, the world watches how you two will handle it.
reading thirst tweets — You and Jin read thirst tweets to each other.
the lover and the love songs — You co-wrote songs for Taylor Swift's Lover, unintentionally fueling the rumors.
year-end affair — Everyone heard nothing from you when Jin's birthday came. Only for you to reveal something during your appearance on The Tonight Show a month later.
the house is on fire — The best way to set a virtual fire is to suddenly take an unexpected break.
birthday tradition — All the things you did to greet Jin, unconsciously making it a tradition.
recently with the a listers... — A dating rumor with another personality there, a Taylor Swift collab here. This is one of the confusing days to be in the a-listers fandom.
drama, drama, drama - Being the two of the biggest celebrities in Hollywood, rumors are always unavoidable. Eyes and cameras were always pointed at you and everything you will do can be used to form some new type of ✨drama✨.
proof, they say — Every proof that random people took just to prove your relationship.
what a week! (finale) — Get ready. This is the busiest, craziest, and most intriguing week ever in your fandom with you coming back to the Hollywood scene with a bang, causing more tweets, more memes, and maybe drama about you and Jin.
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the intense urge to keep the cedric the sorcerer self shipper fandom alive but you're just horrible at writing
more than i should | n.jm
genre ➳ friends to lovers, college au, fluff, angst pairings ➳ best friend!jaemin x fem!reader word count ➳ 3.6k warnings ➳ mentions of sexual harassment, alcohol info ➳ this is based on a real experience i had. unfortunately i did not have a jaemin by my side…nevertheless i hope everyone stays safe when going out! the world is a scary place <3
You had regretted the decision to play billiards the moment you saw them coming over to your table.
Miyeon was off talking to a colleague she had bumped into, leaving you alone at the table, shifting awkwardly from foot to foot.
They were both dressed well, but there was a glint in their eyes that put you on edge, placing the stick down warily as they moved closer to you.
“Hey, pretty. What’s your name?” The taller one is leaning on the table, grinning across at you. The way his lips are tilted up reminds you a bit of a wolf, one that has found its prey.
“Y/N,” you reply coldly, putting some distance between yourself and the other guy, who moves towards your side. He clicks his tongue disdainfully, a sound that causes you to grimace. It’s demeaning, and it’s quickly becoming evident to you that they don’t have the best intentions.
“Don’t be so unfriendly, pretty. We just want to play the game with you.”
“Well, I’d really rather not, so-”
“Now, don’t be like that,” the man in front of you comes closer and closer as he says it, and you’re quickly realising how much taller he is than you, flinching backwards with each step he takes. Your eyes dart frantically around the room, until you realise you’re stuck with his friend behind you. The rest of the partygoers seem oblivious, and you’re wondering where the hell Miyeon’s gone.
When he brings his hand up to caress your face, you jerk back, eyes wrenched shut in fear.
But there’s nothing that lands, no slimy feeling of a stranger’s fingers against your cheek. You slowly open your eyes, blinking to clear your vision, before sucking in a nervous breath at the scene before you.
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we need to talk about the Blue Light.
how it represents a safe passage forward from Death, and more broadly it symbolises the idea of a personal, individual to each person Heaven;
how the person usually isn't as directly lit as Edwin here, but from a side?
and how, when Charles looks at Edwin with the slightest smile and utter conviction in his eyes, Edwin is completely bathed in blue?
and. how Edwin, dead on a technical error, never got to see where his soul really belonged when it comes to his afterlife— and yet it's doubtless, from this shot alone, what his original destination would be.
hello im sorry i wrote more for @myriadblvck ’s streamer au ghoap
I time travelled and around 4,000 words magically appeared in a document titled: "you didn't juju on the fucking beat soap" I think I was possessed by something. anyways here’s that:
tw: is it a panic attack? is it just typical ghost angst? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ just be careful it's mostly fluffy (ghost is mean to himself cause he almost kissed soap on the forehead)
also i just realized after i wrote this whole thing, this is based on my general knowledge of dog tags… as an american. writing about the british military. so if you know your shit about the british military, uhh sorry in advance. my bad. from a very brief search i think a lot of it’s the same or at least same enough but this might hurt for people that know a thing or two. whoops!
fun fact: did you know for a brief stint (iirc, >40 years from around 1960s to 2010ish) the american military was printing soldiers’ ss numbers on their tags? yeah can’t imagine why they switched back to serial numbers.
Ghost had been pacing outside of his office for three minutes before he actually entered. When he did, he didn’t say a word. Just sat down in one of the chairs, fidgeting. It wasn't that uncommon of an occurrence, he was normally either gathering his thoughts before talking to Price about something more personal or hiding from what/whoever he didn't feel like dealing with.
When it came to mission debriefs, he was clear and concise. However, personal matters were a different story, and based on the way he anxiously opened and closed his hand, he'd guess this was a personal matter.
Price didn’t ask. He knew that whatever it was Simon needed to say would come out eventually. For now, he continued filling out paperwork and trying to figure out what it was that had Ghost so worked up.
Honestly, there wasn't much guesswork involved. Chances were, it was probably yet another leave request. He knew from Gaz (who was such an awful gossip he sometimes wondered how the man made it through interrogation training) that Simon had been visiting some social media person he had taken a liking to.
(Look, yes, Price knew about Twitch and live streaming and everything. He’s not actually that old. However, as long as he kept up the front of the old man who complained about the keyboard on his phone being too small, he didn’t have to deal with social media. Sure, it caused all of them to joke that he was geriatric and on his last legs, but he was able to convince Roach that he doesn’t know what TikTok is, meaning he wasn’t in charge of reviewing all the bullshit he and Gaz posted. A fair trade if you ask him.)
He also knew that Gaz was convinced the two were in love to the point that he and Roach had a bet going to see when they would get together. Price thought it was rather stupid, but he had to admire their ability to keep it under wraps; if the lieutenant found out they’d been placing monetary bets on his love life, he had a feeling he would need to find replacements for the 141.
Regardless, Price hoped that one day Simon would tell him about the friend but, until then, he was happy to fill out any paperwork that would get the poor man off base. God knows that idiot needs a vacation.
Simon was bouncing his leg, messing with his fingers, and staring off into space.
Three of his nervous habits at once? He must be even more worked up about this than Price thought. But, he was a patient man. It was about seven minutes of companionable silence before Simon spoke.
“I need replacement dog tags. I seem to have lost mine.”
Price looked up. He could see the chain around his neck and the outline of them still under his shirt.
"You do?" Price shuffled his documents around, eventually finding a blank piece of paper he could write on.
"Yes sir."
“And do you know what happened to them?”
“I believe they were knocked off during the fight from the last mission. I didn’t notice until later that night when we were back at base.”
Price paused and looked up from where he had been writing.
The last mission had been an odd one. Ghost normally stuck further away, their eagle-eyed lieutenant typically stayed at long to mid-range, watching for hostiles and making sure whoever else was in the field wouldn’t get caught off guard by someone they hadn’t seen.
During the last mission, he decided to engage at close range, a far cry from his usual approach of sniping hostiles from the shadows.
At one point, their lieutenant had been tackled and almost strangled. The fight had pretty much ended, his attacker was the only one left there. Ghost, being The Ghost, dispatched him with ease, but it stuck out to Price. Ghost may prefer to stay further back, but that didn’t mean that his hand-to-hand combat skills were lacking by any means.
He remembered thinking at the time that it was a clumsy mistake, that Ghost would have had to be intentionally trying to fuck up to get knocked down. He assumed the man had just been caught off guard, but he knew that theory wouldn’t hold up to any scrutiny. Ghost isn’t one to get caught off guard.
What was stranger yet still was Ghost specifically pointing it out in his mission report, calling even more attention to it.
Price set his pen down and leaned back in his chair.
“You planned this?”
“I plead the fifth,” said the British man.
Price just continued to stare, curious to see if this was actually going where he thought it was going.
“Is this off the record?” Simon eventually asked.
“Of course,” almost everything the 141 did was of dubious legality. Not reporting a conversation about possible wasted assets was far from the worst thing that had been swept under the rug.
“Then yes.”
“Why?”
Simon didn’t answer. Price waited, giving the man time to gather his thoughts, but based on the way his mouth opened and closed before he slumped in his chair, it seemed he didn’t know what to say at all.
Price had an inkling he might know what this was about.
“You know, Gaz likes to keep me informed,” Ghost looked up at him, somewhat panicked yet resigned, like he already knew what Price was going to say.
“He tells me you have a certain someone you’ve been visiting?”
“Yes.”
“Is this person a friend or…?” Ghost once again paused, calculating the potential consequences of his available responses.
He didn’t answer.
“Hmm,” Price paused, wondering how far to push before he continued, “You want to give this person your old dog tags?”
“Yes.”
Of course he would pre-plan “losing” his dog tags. Price mentally chuckled, leave it to Simon to be such a sap that he wanted to give someone his dog tags yet still make sure to follow protocol so he never actually risked going without them.
He had to hand it to him, it wasn’t a bad plan.
Price had a smile now, knowing his grumpy hard-ass lieutenant had a sweetheart he wanted to be sappy with.
“Romantic or platonic?” Price tried again.
“… I don’t know,” he’d never seen Simon look quite so… forlorn.
Hmm… That would explain his hesitancy.
He was pushing how much Simon was willing to divulge.
“And does this person know the significance of you giving them your dog tags?”
Well, curiosity killed the cat…
“No, they don’t.”
…But satisfaction brought it back. How interesting, the plot thickens.
“Do you plan on telling them?”
There was a long pause, after which it dawned on Price, “You want to give them your dog tags because they don’t know.”
It wasn’t a question, he already knew. Simon somehow slumped further, attempting to hide his face as if he weren’t wearing a balaclava.
His grumpy hard-ass lieutenant. Absolutely smitten with someone yet too shy to say anything, deciding on a quiet confession, one they likely wouldn’t pick up on.
Price chuckled, jotting down the necessary information he would need when he got his hands on the right paperwork, polishing up some of the details of Ghost’s story to make it more believable, before reading off what he had written to Ghost to make sure he got everything right. Ghost nodded once, and that was that.
“Replacement tags will probably be here in two to three weeks.”
“I would like to request leave for two to three weeks from now.”
Price handed him the form, having already grabbed it. He noticed how the man seemed to calm at just the thought of getting to visit his mystery person.
Oh, he thought to himself.
I am definitely joining Roach and Gaz’s bet.
<><><><>
They were lying on the daybed in his streaming room, or, well…
No, that’s not quite right.
Simon was lying on the daybed.
Johnny was lying on top of Simon.
His computer was still softly playing quiet (non-DMCA) music from where his stream had just ended. Instead of turning it off, he had decided to unplug his headset and leave it on, the music just loud enough to be heard.
Simon was sleepily scrolling through his phone, trying to pretend like he hadn’t almost dropped several times while dozing off, desperately trying to stay awake. Johnny had watched his struggle and decided to lay down right on top of Simon, not even trying to pretend like he was trying to fit on the remaining space on the daybed. Why would he when Simon was right there?
It was meant to be a joke, having thrown himself on top of him to annoy the man into sleeping on an actual bed (he claimed he wasn’t tired but the comically loose grip on his phone and the waking world said otherwise.) However, unfortunately for said sleepy man, Simon was very, very comfortable.
His head was resting on Simon’s chest, arms under his back like he actually was just a pillow, one hand reaching higher to feel where Simon’s hair had begun to grow out slightly.
I wonder if he would let me help him cut it…
Simon had said he was like a clingy cat, his free hand running through his hair in the same manner one would pet a cat to prove his point. The joke's on him though, he likes it.
Simon had tried to stop but Johnny didn’t let him, threatening to tickle him if he did.
(“I’m not ticklish, I just don’t want you throwing a tantrum.”
“Yeah, sure. Whatever you say,” he was definitely ticklish, and one of these days he was going to prove it.)
At some point, Simon had given up on keeping a grip on his phone, letting it drop to the side. They would probably have to go digging through the cushions to get it out of whatever crevice it had fallen to. As of right now, the idea of ever leaving his spot was comical at best.
The sun had begun to set, orange and pink tinted light filtering through the sheer curtains, making everything look more like a dream. Or maybe it was just the proximity to the man below him that was making him feel so serene.
Johnny took a second to inhale and exhale slowly, appreciating the moment. He hoped that this memory, this beautiful tranquility with Simon, would be something he cherished for a long time to come.
He knew that they had things to do. Soon, Simon would be catching a flight at some ungodly hour, headed back to save the world yet again. But for now, he was happy to nap away in their own little bubble. He never was a religious man but here in the arms of Simon Riley, he was tempted to think heaven was real, and that it was right in front of him.
“I almost forgot,” Simon mumbled, not sounding any more awake than he looked, reaching up for the collar of his shirt. Thankfully, the hand that was running his hair remained. He didn’t like proving the cocky bastard right, but he probably would have thrown a tantrum had he tried to remove it.
“They had some fuck up along the line or something and accidentally printed me an extra set of dog tags. I was just gonna toss ‘em but thought you might want—”
Johnny was now wide awake, sitting up and yanking the chain out of his hands.
“Don’t you fucking dare throw them away, of course I want them!” Simon’s face reddened, a frequent treat for Johnny now that he had gotten more comfortable going without the mask. Simon might have been good at keeping a poker face, but without his mask, he was a blushing mess.
He wondered if the blush was from his obvious jubilation at the gift or if it was because he was now straddling the man. Such pesky details, however, (even ones that would keep future Johnny awake at night) were far less important than examining the necklace in his hands.
It was obvious this was the older set, the metal worn and dented in some spots though the writing was still clearly visible.
“Calm down, I’m not going to take it from you,” the gruff tone was severely undermined by the aforementioned blush. It was hard to sound tough while half asleep on a daybed and being used as another man’s pillow.
Johnny stared at them for a little bit longer, feeling every dent and wondering the story behind how they got there, before putting them on.
He smiled at the man under him, “How do I look?”
He was going to joke, asking if he looked like a rough and tough soldier ready for war, but something in Simon’s eyes made him stop short.
He was looking with… with… Reverence was far too intense of a word for the softness of the moment but it was the only word that came to mind.
Simon reached up with his hand, grabbing the tags, his knuckles grazing his chest.
Well, that’s just fucking unfair.
Simon was supposed to be the blushy one. Not him, goddammit!
Though, he thinks when they make eye contact, they end up tied for who is blushing the most. They stare for a while, maybe it should have felt awkward but it was too adoring for either to feel any form of uncomfortability.
Neither moved.
It was Johnny that broke first, smiling at him, yet again tracing all of the scars he could see. It was his new favorite hobby, especially when Simon would blush making the scars on his face all the more visible.
He took one more second to sleepily appreciate the man before him, then went back to using him as a pillow. His hands went back to where they were before, one under Simon’s back and one playing with his hair. His head, however, did not fall back to his chest, instead resting in the crook of his neck and shoulder.
Simon’s hand returned to running through his hair, his other now coming up to rest on his back, rubbing up and down a few times before the sleepiness from earlier fully returned with his hand stopping somewhere around the small of his back.
Johnny leaned up slightly and gave a chaste kiss to the part of his neck that he could reach, then settled back to where he was. The hand in his hair paused.
“Thank you, Simon.”
A second of delay, and then the hand continued.
“You’re welcome, Johnny.”
Simon shuffled slightly, getting comfy before—
A kiss, on his forehead.
He couldn’t stop the blush and smile if he wanted to. He snuggled closer before drifting off to sleep.
When he woke, he was in his bed, practically tucked in. His window had been opened slightly, blackout curtains that had been drawn closed now swaying slightly with the breeze. When he focused, he realized he could smell petrichor and hear heavy rainfall outside with the occasional grumble of thunder.
There was a note on his nightstand. As he expected, it was Simon’s handwriting, apologizing for not waking him up before he left. It said that he had made breakfast for him (pancakes, with enough for when his sister would inevitably try to steal them), that he made sure to lock the front door, and left the window cracked.
He giggled sleepily at the last line. Regardless of the context, it always made Simon anxious to have the curtains open, much less to leave a window open. But, he also must've known how much Johnny loved the rain and set his worries aside, just this once, so he could wake up to the rain.
He set the note down and flopped back onto his pillows, his hand felt something cold and he remembered.
The dog tags.
John MacTavish is no stranger to crushes and heartbreaks.
He's had high school sweethearts, been in and out of love, he knows his way around the world of dating. Which is why he most certainly does not squeal and kick his legs while holding the tags like some kid with their first crush.
He did it like a grown man, thank you very much.
He grabbed his phone and sent Simon the worst pun he could think of; it was tradition at this point to send him some god-awful joke before his flight.
Simon has probably already forgotten about the whole exchange. He probably woke up and assumed he threw them away when he noticed he wasn't wearing them. It was probably stupid, an insignificant gesture with no meaning. But to Johnny, it felt like everything.
He sighed dreamily at the ceiling and felt the cool metal once more. Thunder roared outside. He thought about how he had felt in the man's arms. Thought about how much he wanted that again.
God.
His phone dinged and he immediately reached over to grab it.
I'm fucked, aren't I?
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Elsewhere, Ghost was in an airport terminal, having far too much time to think.
Over the weekend, it was almost impressive how many times Ghost had talked himself into and back out of giving Soap his dog tags. He really hoped he hadn't made a mistake.
Simon felt the spot that Johnny had kissed and wondered if he remembered it. Wondered if he had meant it.
Simon thought about how Johnny had looked cradled in his arms when he carried him to his room, the way he had reached out for him when he laid him in bed. The way he had grabbed his wrist and clung to it, grumbling when Simon tried to pull it back.
If asked, he'd say that he had woken up late and that's why he was so far behind schedule. He'd keep the part where he sat there, kneeled in front of Johnny's bed, waiting for him to fall back into a deep enough sleep to pull his arm away all to himself. After all, it would have been rude to wake him up, no?
He had made sure to plug up his phone and, upon seeing the forecasted weather, hesitated before opening the window. It was only barely cracked, just enough for the sounds of the outside world to shamble in, but not so wide as to worry about water damage. He stared at it, convincing himself not to worry and that Johnny would like waking up to the fresh air.
He turned back to make sure the man was still asleep, still comfy, but stopped for a moment. He approached the bed and hesitated before running his fingers through his stupid haircut, almost wishing the man would grab his arm and give him an excuse to stay.
He didn't. Simon did, however, lean in to give him one last kiss on the forehead as some stupidly sappy goodbye, before his brain turned back on and he ripped himself away.
What the fuck is wrong with you? What? He grabs your arm in your sleep so you feel entitled to be able to kiss him?
Simon backed away, staring at the hand that had just been in his hair. He felt dirty.
For fuck’s sake, relax. It's not that big of a deal, you did it earlier; the man fell asleep in your arms, a forehead kiss isn't too much of a stretch.
He went to the kitchen and scrubbed his hands for a while, only stopping when he thought about how much water he was wasting. He still felt dirty.
Not a stretch? You don't get to decide that. How would you feel if someone tried to kiss you while you were unconscious? If they said that they felt they should be allowed to do so because you fell asleep?
He had started making pancakes. Something quick, easy, and reheatable for when Soap woke up. Like making him breakfast would make up for trying to kiss him in his sleep.
Why can't you just be normal?
Eventually, and after a run-in with Soap’s hell-spawn of a twin, he had to leave. The time on his phone showed that he should probably already be halfway to the airport by now but he has always been a selfish man.
He had snagged some paper and left Soap a quick note, hoping the apology would make him feel better about worse sins than not waking him up. It didn't.
He stared at the man for a second, admiring him, before he reminded himself that he was a fucking creep and left.
The storm left the flight delayed by 1.5 hours. Ghost had sat waiting, wireless headphones on and connected, but not playing anything. He had far too much time to think.
Simon thought about how Johnny had looked, his dog tags around his neck, silhouetted by the fading light, the sun behind his head as if even the stars knew they could never compare to him.
He stood and started pacing. Amongst the screaming children, feuding families, and people who think they're entitled to listen to their music without headphones, one middle-aged man having an existential crisis didn't stick out.
He thought about how he had never understood weighted blankets so well until Johnny had thrown himself on top of him. It should've hurt. He should've been annoyed. Instead, Simon selfishly hoped he would never get up.
It took him a while to put his finger on what he had been feeling exactly. Finally, he realized.
There, in that moment, he had never been so happy to be alive. It was a startling emotion to discern amongst the swath of negativity he normally felt. It startled him so much, he had snapped out of his reverie and stopped short in his pacing. When he checked the time, he saw he had one missed text from Johnny.
Soap (art streamer): i was trying to think of an airplane joke but none of them landed
Simon chuckled and sat down; he almost forgot about their dumb little tradition.
Ghost: Disliked.
Soap (art streamer): everyone is so mean 2 me 💔
Ghost: It is not my fault your pun was so Boeing.
Soap (art streamer): well i thought i could wing it
Ghost: Did you look up what giving do-
Ghost: About the tags, you
Ghost: I think you make me want to live
Ghost sighed and fell back further into his seat, coming to a conclusion that his subconscious had long ago discovered.
I'm in love, aren't I?
Soap (art streamer): speechless huh? finally, the Wright reaction to my comedic genius
Ghost: Absolutely awful, Mactavish.
Soap (art streamer): :D
Took you long enough, dumbass.
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Soap’s twin spent a good bit of time staring at her brother's new accessory.
“Is something wrong?” he challenged, hoping she wasn't in a bothersome mood.
She failed miserably at hiding her shit-eating grin but didn't care.
“Nope!” she replied.
She had run into Ghost early that morning before he left.
"Detergent."
She was pretty sure he never even learned her name, just jumped straight into calling her detergent.
"Ghoul," she greeted, glaring at the man.
Being required by law to not trust him, she checked on her brother as he was still gathering his things and noticed the necklace.
“You gave him your dog tags,” she accused, like she was framing him for murder.
“Yes, I did,” he replied casually, as per usual robbing her of the fight she so desperately wanted to pick.
“Did you tell him what it means?”
“...What does it mean?”
Damn, he was good. If she wasn't convinced that he was the devil incarnate, she might have fallen for his feigned ignorance.
“100 bucks and you buy my silence.”
“I don't know what you mean.”
“200 then.”
“It doesn't even mean anything.”
“Hmm. Well, I suppose you might be right… JOHN!” their neighbors were probably going to complain.
“What the fuck are you doing?” ooh he was getting panicked now.
“If it doesn't matter then you won't mind me telling him to look it up,” she started walking to his room, “JOHNSON!”
“Fucking Christ, woman! Just— Fucking— Here.”
He pulled out his wallet and started counting bills. Damn, that was easier than she thought.
“What did you say? 100?”
“Nope! That was before inflation. Now it’s 300.”
“What the hell is wrong with you? You said 200!”
“So you admit you tried to scam me?”
“Just take the 100 and g-”
She didn't even get to yell, he reached for more before she could finish taking a deep breath in.
“Just shut the fuck up! Here! Three fucking hundred!”
She was tempted to raise her price further, but she was no gambler, she was a strategist. She knew a defeated man when she saw one. If she played this right, she could extort money out of him for a long time to come.
Something, something, vampires not fully killing their victims and all that.
She took the money, counted it, and then held out her hand to shake.
“It was a pleasure doing business with you, Mr. Wraith!”
He didn't shake her hand.
“Christ, both of you are awful.”
He packed his stuff and left, broke, broken, and defeated.
She ate as many pancakes as she could, rich and victorious.
She thought about how much power, how much blackmail she had in this moment.
“I’m fantastic actually,” she walked to her room.
I am going to be so fucking rich by the time they get their shit together.
୨୧ MY DOPAMINE! — p. jongseong
pairing. tutor!park jay x f!reader w.c. 0.8k tw/cw. organic chemistry rawrr👹, nicknames(sweetheart, pretty girl), kissing on the cheeks genre. non idol au, college/high school au, fluff
sru's note! finals are coming fr and im in need of a handsome tutor smh 😩 feedbacks and reblogs are always appreciated!
m.list ⏐ requests are open! ⏐ navi
"so," jay pushed up his rimless glasses with his slender fingers as he sighed, looking at you, "how do you convert ethyne to benzene?"
it was tough really, both the subject and the situation.
only a week ago you convinced, park jay— the chemistry topper in your class, to tutor you for the upcoming final exams. there was no doubt you weren't even going to get the passing marks at the subject, which was obviously, a shame. but you had to do something! the finals were in a week or so!
but your heart was against convincing jay park to tutor you. it was against the fact that your heartbeat would accelerate everytime he was in the frame, the fact that your pupils would dilate at the sight of him simply adjusting his glasses or his cute face whenever he was solving problems, the fact that you'd find yourself in awe whenever you were lost in his heavenly face.
the fact that dopamine secrets in your body whenever its him.
almost whatever he did, you loved it.
"hey, are you even listening to me?", jay's 'strict tutor' voice snapped you out of your trance.
"h-huh? y-yes!", struggling to actually pay attention to the opened chemistry book in front of you, you lift your head up to meet the firm eyes of jays.
but as soon as you took a glimpse of his blond hair caressing his soft brows with his glasses and rolled arm sleeves to the addition of his beauty, boy oh boy, you were swept away.
"uh huh?", he smirked leaning over the study table, closer to you, "then what's the answer, hmm?"
"it's...", you trailed off, making a fake thinking face to show some level of understanding in the subject to jay, when in reality you had no idea of the tedious chemical reactions, ".... it's uhm-"
"come on sweetheart," sweetheart, "I've taught you this three times already", jay closed the notebook in front of him and sighed, clasping his hands together.
"to be honest jay....", you heavily sigh back, whining as you dug your fingernails in your scalp, mentally cursing chemistry and cursing you lovestruck weak heart, for not being able to concentrate.
"i-i really don't know the answer. i've never been good at chemistry!"
"alright, but is that the excuse you give to the teacher when you fail this semester?"
"no, but-" you roll your eyes, wondering when this was gonna end, but jay cut you off,
"y/n, im gonna ask you the simplest question ever. if you don't get it right, i wont teach you anymore."
this single sentence of jay had you sweating cold, with your heart suffer a crack. Shit. You knew you had to leap for the sun for this one, by hook or by crook.
'cause obviously, you didn't wanna miss your favourite face for a week.
"solve this numerical for me ok?", jay slided a blank workspace with a question on top for you to solve.
you gulped at the question, it was easy but tricky.
few loose strands fondled your cheeks while you worked at the problem, praying to every god that you'd get it right for the sake of jay sticking around.
you groaned, scribbling the whole equation for the second time after you thought it would be right. and if the pressure of the awful subject chemistry wasn't enough, you felt the warm touch of jay's hands, ever so lightly tucking the loose strands behind you ear.
but thank god you had your head down, for your cheeks went crimson.
"i love your hair," jay chuckled, his fingertips still lingering on your cheeks, "come on! you know the answer, hun." hun.
you gulped even harder, and handed him the answer sheet back, manifesting it would be correct. but you were on the verge of keeping cool. jay park smiled at for the second time! and tucked your hair?! oh my—
"hey! i told ya, it's correct!" jay beamed, handing you the paper back.
"finally!", and so you couldn't keep your joy, squealing and giggling. because you got the answer right was a factor, but being able to spend more time with jay made up 99% of it.
but all this time jay admired you as much. so much, that he ignored the tiny mistake done in the numerical he gave, after all he too wanted to be closer the prettiest girl in the world. he rejected tutoring to so many other students in his class, just for his pretty girl. (>.<)
then all of a sudden it came to a halt when you felt a feathery, tinglish sensation on your cheeks, tinting it crimson again.
it was almost unbelievable that jay kissed you, but then he smiled ever so sweetly at you, meanwhile you were losing your mind over this, jaws hung low, eyes widened and cheeks rapidly getting coloured.
"if you manage to get good grades this semester," jay sang, leaning dangerously close to your ears and stealing your breath away as he whispered,
"then i'll kiss you on your lips, pretty girl."
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Hi fayee!! Hruu? First time requesting here in ur blog and it wont be my last 😭🙏<3
Soo i have a huge fcking terry rot rn 😭😭 idk if u have seen it but, during the jp tour, tyun covered a song, and the lyrics went like " poker face, but your underwear is wet" AND IM TWEAKING OVER IT😭
May i request dom!taehyun x sub!reader:>
Scenario is reader and tyun having a dinner night with the members and taehyun is holding ur hand. Reader is feeling horny and shes slowly getting wet. Hes hand is slowly going down to ur thighs and suddenly his hand is touching reader's wet underwear, teasing her.
You can add a bed scene where they makeout, just wanna give a thought bc i cannot handle my terry rot rn and need to let this out 😭😭. I hope its fine requesting this:) 💗💗
( actual lyrics that tyun sang 😭⬇️⬇️ )
• UNDER THE SPOTLIGHT
TH 002 .F22 2024
wc 2.7k
pairings dom!Taehyun x sub!reader
warnings pet names, dom Taehyun, public fingering, unprotected sex, creampie (remind me if I forgot something)
faye's note I understand your Taehyun brain rot, because same. lmao. 😭😂 Plus I think the pet name 'sweetheart' really screams Taehyun, wth. And oh, to the one who requested this, I'm sorry for the delay 😖 May you still enjoy this, I hope I did this one justice too. 😵
Never in your life did you think that you would ever meet the great Taehyun, let alone date him. Not because he wasn't your type but because it felt too impossible to happen. However, impossible things happen when we expect them least.
“Sweetheart, dinner at the Han River Restaurant later; be ready, I’ll drop by to pick you up at 6,” Taehyun plants a soft kiss on your forehead in a rush; he was already running late for their meeting for the upcoming event.
You pouted and tugged the hem of his shirt, “That’s not the kiss you always give me when you leave.” Taehyun glanced at the watch on his wrist, he was already 5 minutes late. His phone rang, and Taehyun quickly picked it up.
“Where are you? It’s already 2:05, did you forget about our meeting?” It was Soobin, he wasn't mad if anything, his voice hinted with worry. “Hyung, I’ll be there in a minute, something just… something came up, and I really need to take care of it.” Taehyun glanced at you before he hung up.
Taehyun sat at the edge of the bed, his hand resting on your thigh as you looked at him with puppy eyes and a pout.
“Come here,” he beckoned, “You know I’m already running late, right?” his voice hinting with warning and power. You looked down as you fidgeted with your fingers.
You weren't the clingy type at all, but ever since you two started dating, he spoiled you so much that sometimes you couldn't help how you acted. Being stubborn and bratty most of the time. Trying to get everything you want by being a bratty girlfriend.
“I said, come here, kitten, I’m not playing games today, I’m already late.” “Taehyun,” you whispered, a shiver running down your spine as you met his melting gaze. You had no choice but to scoot beside him. “We don’t get to have everything to ourselves just because we want it,” Taehyun said, placing his hand on your cheeks.
“You better behave, or you won’t like it when I play your games.” You watched him clench his jaw as his thumb pressed down on your lower lip. You leaned your face on his palm as you opened your mouth, sucking on his thumb.
“Kitten, this is my last warning. I am late, keep that in mind.” His furrowing brows stirred something in you. You suddenly let your tongue swirl around his thumb. “You never listen, you brat.” He pulled his hand back and pushed his digits inside your mouth. Your tongue swirled and sucked on Taehyun’s two fingers as you looked at him.
He pulled his hand back again and kissed you. The kiss was sloppy and messy. You were practically drooling as his tongue danced inside your mouth and tangled with your tongue. His hand ran down your chest to your waist. His lingering touches felt hot and electrifying. He carefully slid his hand inside your tiny sleep shorts.
You were holding on to his arm for dear life as you felt so small in his gaze. “You should learn to know when and where you can act like this, tsk tsk,” he clicked his tongue as he pushed his fingers inside you. He moves them at an awfully slow pace. You couldn't help but whimper and moan his name. “T-Taehyun please, more, I’m g-gonna cum…” You whimpered with teary eyes.
Taehyun pulls away, wiping his fingers on your lips. He chuckled at your state when he stood up, you’re too fucked out with just his fingers. “Behave. I’m gonna pick you up later. And do not dare touch yourself. I’m warning you, sweetheart.” His smile was sweet, however, his voice was demanding.
You wanted to cry, you wanted him to let you cum at least before he left. “Taehyun p-please,” your eyes were pleading as you looked at him, squirming on the bed, trying to ease the tingly feeling on your cunt. “No can do sweetheart. I’ll leave now, see you later.” Taehyun kissed the top of your head before he turned around. Before he closes the door, he looks at you once again, giving you the ‘I’m-watching-you-so-you-better-be-careful’.
Maybe luck was on your side. It was because you fell asleep that afternoon, allowing your nearing high to subside for a while. It was safe to say, you succeeded at Taehyun’s command.
You woke up at a quarter to five. Rising to your feet, you trudged to the bathroom. You even thought of touching yourself in the bathroom, but you held yourself back. You didn't want Taehyun to be angry with you so you quickly wrapped your towel around yourself before the scent of his bath soap could overwhelm your senses. Or else it would have ended up with you touching yourself, just by mere soap at that.
While you were doing your hair and makeup, the door to your bedroom opened. It was Taehyun. “I’ll just change clothes, and we’ll go.” He hugged you and gave you a chaste kiss on your lips before he marched to the bathroom to probably wash his face or something.
Before you even stepped inside the restaurant, you could already sense the elegant ambiance it exuded.
“Let’s go, sweetheart, the others are already waiting.” Taehyun escorted you to the table where the others were waiting.
“Hi Y/n, nice to see you again, glad you made it.” Yeonjun gave you a hug and a cheek-to-cheek kiss. You meekly replied, “Hi Jjunie, nice to see you too.”
Beomgyu and Soobin waved at you. Kai almost did not notice you. If Soobin hadn’t pulled him back to the table, he would have stayed engrossed in watching the lights by the river.
You and Kai got along very well. He was always excited whenever he saw you. He would often talk about his new collections of plushies, how his hyungs would be bullying him most of the time, and many other stories he was so fond of telling you.
Food came shortly. The table looked busy with how Beomgyu and Yeonjun kept on bickering just across you and Taehyun. Soobin and Kai could only chuckle and leave side comments as they were sitting on both ends.
The members dug in while teasing to see who had the biggest appetite. You were also enjoying the playful banter, but you couldn’t help when your attention kept drifting back to Taehyun who seemed more interested in you than the food that was served at the table.
His hand rested on your waist throughout the night. Gently massaging your side from time to time, pulling away when needed, and placing it back after. After a while, he clasped your hand in his and lifted it to press a kiss to the back of it. “Cover your eyes, Kai,” Beomgyu playfully said, and the younger did as he was told, emitting laughter from all of you.
You suddenly felt a gentle touch on your thigh. Shit, it might not have been the best idea for you to wear a skirt. The touch felt so light, like a whisper. Taehyun’s hand, warm and inviting, was slowly exploring under the hem of your skirt, gliding just above your knee.
Your breath got caught in your throat as you looked at him with nervous eyes, but only a sweet smile was plastered on his face. “Eat a lot, sweetheart. I know you like it.” You didn't know what he meant by liking it. You bit your lip as you glanced below, watching his veiny hand wander on your thigh.
“What can you say about our upcoming event, y/n?” Yeonjun asked, not aware of what was happening under the table. You forced a smile, nodding, without actually knowing what the question was. Your attention was split between the conversation and Taehyun’s hand ghosting your skin. With Taehyun’s gentle caresses, you felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He's totally allowing the feeling of lust in you to resurface once again. His fingers, lightly trace your skin, igniting a warm feeling that spreads like a wildfire throughout your body.
You shook your head, trying to focus on the topic served, but the sensation of his hand wandering left you holding your breath and distracted.
“Are you okay?” Soobin seemed to notice how you shook your head. But you weren’t able to reply, too much occupied with the sensation you were feeling.
“Y/n?” Taehyun’s voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back for a moment. “Did you hear what Soobin had asked?” His mischievous grin hinted that he knew exactly what he was doing, testing the boundaries in the midst of his bandmates. You shook your head slightly, your cheeks warming as you looked back at Soobin, who was currently sharing his thoughts. Completely unaware of the subtle chaos happening at your side.
Taehyun took the opportunity to lean forward, his hand moving higher now, teasingly brushing against your throbbing core. Your breathing hitched. “Focus, y/n,” he whispered just enough for you to hear, his warm breath, sending shivers down your spine. It was a challenge, and the thrill of it made your heart race.
You glanced up at the others; they were too caught up in their own world to notice the growing tension between you and Taehyun. The restaurant bustled around you, laughter echoing, plates clattering, and your legs trembling as he ghosted your core once again.
“Let’s toast!” He announced, raising his glass. Everyone joined in, momentarily breaking the spell under the table. You tried to collect yourself and fix your hiked-up skirt.
As you took a sip of your drink, Taehyun’s hand found its way back beneath your skirt, more boldly this time. The thrill of it left you breathless again. Taehyun slipped a finger inside.
“I hope it doesn’t rain during our event, I don’t wanna get wet.” His innocent smile got you twitching. You bit the glass to suppress the whine that was about to come through, praying it wouldn’t break and wound your lips. You did your best to listen to Kai’s stories, making comments intermittently to avoid drawing too much attention to yourself.
Your thighs pressed together as Taehyun slipped another one, gently pushing in and out of your cunt. His moves were careful, not letting any squelching sounds be heard.
A few more pushes was all it took to have you cumming on his fingers. He kept on sliding his fingers inside, letting you ride your high, wiping his sticky fingers on your skirt afterward.
“Taehyun, is y/n okay? She looks a bit red?” Beomgyu looks concerned at least. Thinking you might be drunk from the liquor.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Taehyun was practically pretending. Your head hung low as you bit your lip, a sultry moan about to escape.
“T-Taehyun, I-I don’t feel well, I think we n-need to go h-home now,” you stuttered, your mind hazy. “Sorry guys, I think she caught a cold. She’s so warm.” Taehyun apologized as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead and neck.
“You should head home now, or it’ll get worse,” Yeonjun suggested as he handed you a glass of water that you immediately chugged down.
After saying your goodbyes to the rest of Taehyun’s friends, you stumbled, and it didn’t escape their eyes. Gasping and standing almost at the same time to assist you. “I-I’m sorry, I’m feeling a b-bit dizzy,” you bowed and asked for an apology.
“Noona, please take care on your way home. I still have many stories to tell, but I think you should go home for now.” Kai pouted. “I-I’ll make it u-up to y-you soon, Kai, I p-promise.”
Taehyun escorted you back to his car. His hand found its way back to your core once again the moment he started the car.
“T-Taehyun…” you whimpered. Taehyun chuckled, he knows the difference between your whimper when you’re needy and your whimper when you don’t want it anymore. And he was sure about your whimper just now. It clearly states that you wanted more.
“Needy, needy, needy, little girl,” he grinned. His eyes were fixed on the road, but his hand was busy fucking your cunt again.
“Can you wait until we’re home, sweetheart?” Taehyun asked as he licked his fingers, “Fucking sweet…” Your arm draped over your eyes as you nodded meekly, your eyes teary and cheeks red, your legs were also trembling.
It was not long before you arrived at his house. He’s not rushing at all, instead, it looks like he is taking his own sweet time. You tugged at the hem of his shirt as you stared at him with pleading eyes while he was finding the keys in his pocket.
He pulled your face, crashing his lips onto yours, saliva mixing as he tangled his tongue on yours. He pushed the door open without breaking the kiss, slamming into you in the hallway as he kicked the door close.
He pulled away, saying, "I think you deserve a reward, sweetheart, you did a good job today.” You frantically nodded your head as he smiled at you. Taehyun picked you up, as he headed to the bedroom.
He carefully laid you down, stripping his shirt off. “What’s your reward, pretty? Hm? What do you choose?” He crawled between your legs, hovering above you. You reached out to the tent on his pants and you rubbed it lightly.
“Good choice, good choice,” he commented, nodding at your action. The clinks of the buckle of his belt were the only thing that could be heard aside from your shaky breaths.
“Turn around,” he commanded. He gently pressed your head on the pillow as he raised your ass slightly. “I’m amazed you could keep a poker face while you were still so wet under the table,” he said, pushing your underwear to the side as he lined himself up to your entrance.
“Fucking scream into the pillow now!” He pushed inside you with all his strength as he continuously pounded into you.
“Oh, pretty, you feel so good. You know how to arch your beautiful back, fuck.” His voice was steady, totally taking control of you and your fucked out brain. “T-Taehyun, m-more, please!”
You begged. “Greedy.. so greedy, princess. You really love this, yeah?” His stamina has been no joke ever since he started hitting the gym. “Should I cum inside you?”
“P-please do, wanna be f-full of you.” Your muffled noise and moans were music to his ear as he pounded harder into your cunt.
Taehyun stopped. Edging himself. “T-Taehyun!” You squirmed under him, wanting more. He smirked, as a stinging slap landed on your ass.
“Ah!” He loves it when you’re squealing out in pleasure.
Two. Three. Four. Five more slaps.
“Look at you, cumming with just a slap, you're a slut aren't you?” His hand now wrapped around your neck as he pulled you flush to his chest.
Then he started fucking into you again. Harder. Deeper. Reaching the right spots. He continued thrusting until he came inside you.
“Your pussy feels good as hell, agh!” His hips stutter. But not less than a minute later, he started moving again. His lips were now planting soft kisses and hickeys over your shoulder, hips stuttering for the second time. Your voice resonated through the room as your body trembled. The mix of his cum and yours dripping down your thigh.
“I’m not yet done with your reward, sweetheart. We’re still not done.” Taehyun pants as he pushes you onto the bed, diving in for a missionary position.
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That one song that goes im only human after all just gave me war flashbacks
