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seonne · 6 months ago

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Hiii!! Idk if your still doing the songfic thing but if so could I request Hanta Sero with the song GUY.exe by Superfruit

Thank you and have a great day!!

So sorry for the huge gap, there's a whole lot going on but here we finally are with another part to this series! Thank you to everyone for your patience and I hope you like this!

Song Fics Pt.2

Song of choice: GUY.exe

Pairing: Hanta Sero x Reader

Author's note: Every part of this series will not be written the same way or in the same format. If there's a specific way you'd like for me to write your request, please let me know!

Disclaimer: Friends who are overly involved in your love life, but yeah that's it really. Not proofread, I'll come back to edit this later T-T

"Well, this was fun. How about a second date, what do you say?"

You winced internally as you pulled a polite smile onto your face.

"I'll think about it and text you! I really need to go right now but thank you for today! I'll see you... later I guess!"

You hurried out of the restaurant, leaving your date stammering at the door.

You sighed for the umpteenth time as you got into a cab and sat back as the driver took off onto the highway. This has been your weekly routine ever since that one day a few weeks ago; that wretched day.

You had whined to your friends for an hour or so about how you don't have a boyfriend and how your hero work keeps you away from romantic interests and dates. You had only intended to complain to them, but your friends took it upon themselves to shut you up. Hence they set you up on dates every. Single. Week.

Sure, it got annoying, but you can't really blame your friends because you know they mean well... and it was your fault that they decided to interfere in your (nonexistent) love life.

Getting home, you slipped off your dress, sighing as you changed into something more comfortable as you fixed yourself a cup of tea. As you sipped your tea, your attention drew to the notification you got on your phone from your secretary.

Ice-pack: The Hero Commission has scheduled a meeting for you regarding next week's joint mission. Tomorrow, 9 AM sharp. Don't be late for God's sake.

You groaned as you put away your phone. Your plans to sleep in on your one day off has officially flown out the window. Your thoughts soon drift to the email your secretary had sent you concerning the joint mission.

You pulled up the email and scurried through it before you found the profile of the hero you were paired with.

Name: Hanta Sero

Hero Name: Cellophane

Age: 24

Rank: Top 8

Quirk: He has tape dispenser-like organs in his elbows, from which he can shoot long cellophane tape-like strips; he can also retract them. He can use his tape to wrap people, swing long distances, and create traps, among other applications.

Fighting Style: Long-ranged + support combat

Qualifications: UA high school graduate

Achievements: Best Rescue Award in the Hero Awards 2024

The photo attached in the file showed him; a handsome face with black hair, black eyes and a wide grin.

Not gonna lie, he does look kinda-

'Stop it', you thought to yourself as you put away your phone. 'He's a coworker, don't get weird about it. You're being desperate'

You sighed again before retiring to your bed, already exhausted thinking about getting up in the morning the next day.

The next day, you woke up and dragged yourself out of your house, despite wanting to stay in so badly. I mean, the sooner you get it over with, the sooner you get home, right?

Wrong.

The Hero Commission apparently had loads of meetings lined up for the day and it felt like ages until you were finally called in for your turn. You groaned as you walked into the meeting room along with a few others.

Your eyes took in the people gathered in the room; Pro Hero Deku who took centre stage, Pro Hero Creati, Pro Hero Mindjack, a few board members and some others you were unaware of. However, your scheduled mission partner was nowhere to be found.

As Deku started the meeting, the door swung open as a tall figure barged into the room.

"Yo Midoriya! Sorry for being late, ran into a thief on the way here."

Him. It's him. The guy in the email that your secretary sent you, your mission partner.

You let your eyes analyse him as he made his way over to the empty seat beside you, shooting a wide grin to Deku the whole way. He seated himself as Deku resumed the meeting, his eyes glancing your way before turning to look at you and he paused. His gaze lingered on your face before he gave you a tight-lipped smile and turned back to Deku.

'Weird. He seems like the extrovert type. Why did he not do or say anything?'

You shrugged and zoned into the meeting as you shooed away the self-conscious thoughts tugging at your brain.

The meeting lasted quite a while, explaining the mission in full detail and pinpointing everyone's roles in it. You jotted down a few key points from the meeting for future reference and couldn't help yourself as your eyes glanced at your new partner. He's tall, dark hair and dark eyes, quite the impressive build, casual clothes that look... okay, no kidding, he looked amazing in the clothes he wore. He kept talking to the people sat beside him with a huge grin and added important queries to the meeting, so you figured he must generally be a friendly type.

'But why isn't he talking to me...?'

After the meeting was done, Deku dispersed everyone and most of the heroes assigned partners in the mission gathered with their partners and teammates to introduce themselves and get along. As you stood up, a hand darted towards you, making you jolt.

A light chuckle followed.

"Hey, sorry about that. Didn't mean to scare you. I'm Sero Hanta, but you can call me Cellophane!"

You looked up to see your new mission partner with a lopsided smile with an extended hand towards you. You look at him and down at his hand before you stand up straight and take his hand, giving it a firm shake.

"Hi, yeah, no worries. I'm (y/n) but you can call me (h/n)!"

He nods before raising an eyebrow.

"You recently broke past Top 10 in Hero Ranks, didn't you? Impressive, great job!"

You chuckle as you two retreat your hands, your hands awkwardly resting at your hips as his delve into his pockets.

"Yeah, took a lot of work but, got there eventually."

Sero nodded, chuckling.

An awkward silence fell over you two as you shifted on your feet, avoiding eye contact. He cleared his throat just as you took in a breath and you both turned to each other at the same time:

"Wanna get coffee?"

The both of you paused and stared at each other before laughing.

Time flew by as the both of you spent the evening together, going to a place, sitting there to talk for a while before moving to another place and repeat. You'd been to these places before with your other dates but with him it felt... so different. You hadn't even realised it had gotten late and that you had planned to have a lazy day today. You two awkwardly said your goodbyes with lingering eyes and hesitant steps away until you were far out of sight from each other, still turning back one last time to catch a glimpse.

You get home and open your phone, giddy from the "unexpected sorta-kinda date" and watch as your groupchat is bombarded by your friends setting up your next date. You type in a text, hit send and put your phone away, not a care in the world for your friends who are freaking out at it:

"No need. Found my picture perfect guy."

Alright, FINALLY! Again, sorry about the extremely late post, but I'll try to answer every request I've gotten. I hope you liked this one, please show support through reblogs and comments more! (Kudos if your reactions are funny, I love reading those) Thanks for the request again!

Lots of love <3

#bnha #sero hanta #hanta sero x reader #mha hanta sero #my hero academia #song fics #mha

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apotelesmaa · 11 months ago

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HELLO .WAIT. do you have more thoughts on wxs soul eater au i never considered combining the two even thiugh i am off the walls crazy about the,m

Oh I have. So many thoughts. You asking abt it even made me get up off my ass and draw again. Putting everything under the cut to avoid having a mile long post.

When I first had the idea I really struggled on who was a weapon/meister but after deciding on wanting to pair ruikasa/emunene up I was like tsukasa and emu need to be the meisters bc 1) it fits with them being the founding duo of wxs 2) I really wanted nene to be a gun 3) fitting tsukasa’s goals into the SE universe worked better if he was a meister. I elected to make rui a whip first and then I realized I could fit a bloodborne reference in there and reference becoming potatoes with the cane. I’m not entirely satisfied w the first pass at designs for the universe (not super close to the SE aesthetic, I cannot draw guns, I’m not very good at character design, etc) but i kind of tried to pull inspiration from:

- tsukasa and emu’s happy Phoenix costumes (split colors on tsukasa’s coat, tsukasa’s boots, the corset/bell sleeves/little cape thingie for emu)

- for tsukasa specifically: piano (b&w colors and stupid long coat tails), his second wxs costume

- emu: bc I drew her last and it was getting late I did less searching and more winging it but I did try to combine the style of her wxs costumes (shoes, dress, striped socks) & general darker Lolita (for lack of a better word) fashion.

- nene: her gaming event card (weird energy ball device thing? Which I would imagine functions similar to dtk’s shooting soul wave lengths thru the thompsons)

- rui: his ugly ass coat (fond) he wears as his first wxs costume. Also becoming potatoes cane handle thing. Him being a trick weapon (bloodborne term, essentially a weapon that can switch between two forms) also kind of lines up w him being a tech genius.

Ok done talking abt the designs onto the in universe stuff

- not basing any au story off the soul eater plot bc it didn’t work out very well (too many pjsk characters) (going with the main story wxs plot w a soul eater spin. Kinda. Gonna have to think abt that a bit.) but if I did mafuyu > crona, miku & the kagamines > dtk and the thompsons. Would that make cfm lord death. Emu would fill a similar role to maka with mafuyu in that situation but in general (besides the surface level similarities btwn tsukasa and black star) nene is too different from soul, emu is way too different from maka, and rui is literally NOTHING like tsubaki so I can’t justify just swapping out emunene/tsukasa with soul&maka/black star&tsubaki. No equivalent to that fucking cat in this universe. & the pjsk characters get to wear clothes when they’re in the weird place weapons’s bodies go when they’re transformed.

- idk maybe the regular soul eater plot is happening/will happen/has happened but this is the Japan branch (oceania branch in canon?).

- vocaloids are professors (not the kagamines. Forever babies.) but if there needs to be a lord death equivalent making that miku would be so funny. Also the normal vocaloid personalities and not the WXS ones for conveniences sake. Uhhh first thoughts for M/W would be meister miku, weapon meiko, meister kaito, luka can go either way tbh, kagamines are both weapons but are each other’s meister.

- similar to how rui did shows on his own for a really long time I think he was his own meister for a while (like Justin Law was). He doesn’t have many souls bc dwma in this universe at least pretends to give a fuck abt student safety so they don’t want to send him out alone on anything dangerous (despite his talent) and he can’t resonate soul wave lengths with most ppl bc they don’t get him. He ended up giving up on finding a meister when he was younger bc of this & just worked really hard on his own. He experiences a similar isolation from his peers that dtk did (ppl find him intimidating/envy at his skill/etc).

- equivalent of him transferring in to kamikou (? Spelling) second year is the kamishiros spending ~10 years in America. He’s still childhood friends w nene he just moved away after they drifted apart and then came back. Mizuki probably did something similar just 2 keep the mizuki & rui connection still there.

- tsukasa’s SE universe goal is to be the best meister - he wants to protect & help people (inspired by saki. I’ll get to that) but the equivalent of tsukasa forgetting he wanted to make ppl smile & believing he just wanted fame would be tsukasa believing he wants to be the best meister for fame/power.

- saki’s chronic illness is a result of black blood due to an incident w a kishin egg monster when she was younger. I think she would be a weapon but along with the canon typical chronic illness symptoms (not erasing those) she struggles for a long time w controlling her ability to change in and out of weapon form. Tsukasa & her *could* have been a m/w pair & have compatible soul wave lengths but 1) he’s overprotective and I think he realized he would not be able to fight without being too scared of getting her hurt 2) saki’s illness means she can’t really enroll in the dwma (yet. She gets there eventually.)

- nene was in the not classes before the plot picks up bc she didn’t think she had what it took to be a weapon. In universe equivalent to her forgetting her lines would maybe be freezing when she was supposed to transform during an important test when she was younger? Not baby age like in canon (bc I know the DWMA likes child soldiers but 7ish is a bit much even for them) but old enough to be taking classes & old enough to be put into not classes as a result. Im not reading SE NOT! to understand how those classes work though so thank god she gets out of those classes

- nene *is* a really powerful weapon she just lacks the confidence and struggles to resonate with people (& unlike rui she can’t wield herself)

- on that note emu can resonate with just about anyone but she hasn’t found anyone that felt right yet, and Tsukasa needs someone who can keep up w the intensity of his soul wave length and hasn’t found anyone who can do that yet.

- ^ similar to tsukasa being a piano prodigy or whatever in canon tsukasa *is* a really good meister, he just needs a really good weapon. Bc his peers would need more training to get to that level

- I toyed with making emu dtk adjacent (daughter of death) (bc PXL -> DWMA) but that would be too complicated with her brothers/dad/grandpa so I disregarded it. Maybe I’ll come back to it. I think it would make more sense for emu to come from a long line of really talented meisters so she grew up training for the job and running around the dwma.

- emu approaches tsukasa and is like we should work together!!! We’ll do better on missions and be able to take down harder kishin & maybe witches!! & he’s like sure why not every star needs a sidekick (obnoxious laugh) even though emu could kick his ass without breaking a sweat (in line with canon). & like the angel she is emu is like (ignores his pre main story dickheadedness) wonderhoy!! (Deathhoy?) okie dokie we need to find weapon partners then!! (bodily drags him to class)

- tsukasa sees rui training on his own and is like wow he’s really talented! Fitting for a future star like me! & approaches him to ask if they can pair up. Rui is like on the condition that you can find my friend a partner in your class (wants nene out of the not classes bc he thinks she’s far beyond that skill level). Emu jumps on the idea and is introduced to nene who is placed in the higher level courses to accommodate this partnership. Idc if that can’t happen in SE canon I think the Otoris have a lot of sway and any potential issues w nene being less powerful (not the case but it’s the assumption made abt not students) can be made up by emu’s skill.

- emu is instantly very taken with nene and they resonate well. I know what u are dot jpg. Rui & tsukasa can resonate but struggle to unlock their full potential (similar to soul and maka struggling with using the witch hunter form) bc tsukasa needs to realize what his real motivations are.

- tsukasa assumes nene has a low skill level at first (similar to his issues w nenerobo. God I wish I could think of a way to fit nenerobo in this au. sorry nenerobo) but is proven wrong when emu wields her.

- equivalent to the climax of the wxs main story in this is nene freezing again during an important mission and the group losing an important target -> tsukasa gets mad and yells at her -> rui fights w tsukasa over this and tells him that he’ll never be a good meister if he cares more about fame and power than people.

- tsukasa chats w the death scythe kaito & realizes the Error Of His Ways -> emu is considering dropping out bc she feels that she fucked up all of their futures as weapons/meisters by putting this into motion but tsukasa has the heart to heart with emu and they agree to continue being a team -> emu and nene partner back up -> they approach rui who has gone back to working solo and he refuses to partner back up w tsukasa

- idk what a good equivalent to the lonely alchemist show would be. Tsukasa and rui need to resonate & work together to help emunene because they’re in peril or something? & rui through the resonance realizes that tsukasa is genuine? Some sort of hand wavey plot device is used to resolve everything.

- I think that emu & rui and nene & tsukasa are also able to resonate and they do occasionally switch it up just for funsies. Emu and rui bc they just get along very well and nene & tsukasa argue with each other but can still function as a team.

- I don’t think that rui & nene can resonate because. Put down the pitchforks please. *Because* similar to their dynamic in pjsk despite their bond and their care for each other there’s a lot of baggage that needs to be worked through. Too many things left unsaid. Etc. they could probably achieve resonance later on but there’s not really a need to given that they’re both weapons and both have meisters.

- Rui thinks it’s a great training exercise to fight tsukasa “how do you expect to get better if you don’t try fighting against a weapon without a weapon… I’m just trying to help you… (fake crying)” “I’m already good at fighting without a weapon!! This is never going to be relevant knowledge anyways!!! You just want to fight me because you think it’s fun!!!!!!” “(switching manipulation tactics) Someone who wants to be a star would want to be prepared for any situation no matter how small the chance is of it happening” “hm…that’s true… ok let’s do it!!”

- cut to them in the nurses office. This is a weekly occurrence.

- emu also thinks it’s good practice to use tsukasa as moving target practice but this is less dangerous and more just continuing tsukasa’s never ending torment (he is a willing participant in said torment mind you)

- like in canon emu pulls nene out of her shell and hypes her up constantly which is huge in getting nene to have more confidence in herself and her abilities. It’s also incredibly helpful to have a meister who will never judge her for freezing and will always meet her halfway.

- also like in canon nene is very helpful with reeling emu in. She’s a very helpful voice of reason/impulse control but one that understands that even if emu’s ideas are unconventional they still have merit (even if they need to be refined a little)

- similar to the soul eater main cast having the self preservation skills of very small stupid suicidal animals hell bent on getting themselves injured or killed (Liz excluded), emu and Tsukasa are very prone to charging in to a situation w/out thinking. Tsukasa is more reasonable but unfortunately his weapon parter is not and rui usually cajoles tsukasa into doing stupid shit. Nene is suffering.

- maybe someday I’ll design rui & nene if I ever go back and refine these designs but I’m really lazy.

- not really sure how I would go around incorporating the wxs arcs into the soul eater universe with regards to PXL selling out and stuff. Making peace with the witches maybe? Something will probably come to me eventually.

- unlike atsushi ohkubo I’m not a terminally horny freak so there’s zero weird shit in this au.

- initial thoughts on the other units: minori(w)/haruka(weapon that chooses to be a meister) + airi(m)/shizuku(w), kohane(m)/an(w) + toya(weapon who was trained as a meister before deciding to be a weapon)/akito(m), mafuyu(m)/kanade(weapon… don’t make her exercise) + mizuki(w)/ena(m), leoneed swaps pairs frequently but shiho & izuka are meisters + saki and honami are weapons. Open to debate for most of these I haven’t given them much thought.

#asks #soul eater #project sekai #queueing this to not post at 4 am.#I’ll post the pics on their own on the art blog eventually. probably.

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acaplaya-musings · 7 months ago

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Voiceplay Visuals - addendums and interesting BTS stuff (part 2/3)

I explained everything in the first part, go find it here. Let's keep going!

(Part 2 below the cut)

We Don't Talk About Bruno: "Also I'm pretty sure I heard from someone that Geoff's "ruana" is in fact just a regular blanket/piece of fabric draped (possibly secured/pinned) over his shoulders" - Yeah pretty much, except specifically it was tied behind his back/over his shoulders - You wanna know how Cesar just seemingly pulled that umbrella out of nowhere? Well it was hidden behind him! Or more perhaps more precisely, his behind hid it! 😂 (His glutes definitely got a workout that day!)

"(Oh and this section really was slowed down in post-production in order to make the petals (and hair flips!) look nice, and so both Ashley and Geoff were having to sing/lip-sync to sped up versions of their vocal lines!)" - Tis true! That whole section was done in basically double speed during filming, and slowed-down in post (the reverse of what Geoff did for his Monster Mash video actually), which makes the resulting footage extra impressive tbh - Also I didn't specify in my original post, but Geoff isn't just wearing the floral blouse - he's wearing the same pink shorts as Ashley as well! 😂 - Bonus fun fact: the little rat on Geoff's shoulder was remote-controlled!

Dream On: "(Also this was filmed in some old school I believe? I think maybe Cesar's old school or something?)" - Right on the first count, wrong on the second - this was Eli's former high school! (Very much no longer in use as a school though, obviously) - It was filmed in Leesburg, which is an hour away from Orlando apparently, and since there was obviously no decent part of the building to be used as a breakroom or dressing room or whatever, they brought a production coach, the same one that got used for the same purpose for the Panic Medley filming in fact! - The shirt/top that Geoff wore in the video was quite tight-fitting apparently, and he needed additional assistance from Kathy to get it fully pulled down (she helped while still filming) - Still not entirely sure what Layne is wearing on top of his shirt, but it seems to be just draped over his shoulders, idk

Running Up That Hill: - They put a lot of effort into recreating That Scene from Stranger Things, like they had pieces of paper with shots from the TV series and annotations written on it and everything! - The jacket that Geoff had tied around his waist in the video is like some black bomber jacket/letterman-style thing, and he was wearing it sometimes in between takes and ngl he looks good in it, like I almost kinda wish he had been properly wearing it in the video.

"Based on the very-fixed and very-specific shots we get of Ashley while she's "levitating", I'm guessing this was more done via clever editing and post-production work rather than anything like harnesses to actually lift her in the air" - Well, while it is true that editing trickery was favoured over harnesses, there was actually a bit more practicality involved than what I guessed/imagined. Idk how much I should reveal, but let's just say that Ashley had to use some muscles for it!

Hide And Seek (Ding Dong!): "I love the ghostly visual effects on Lauren, with the glowy ethereal outline of her silhouette, and the slight translucence on her dress!" - The effect also helps conceal the fact that she wasn't in the studio with them at all! Magic of greenscreen, just like with VoicePlay's Enemy video! In fact, Layne took a very quick flight to Nashville, Tennessee to help Lauren record her parts, before quickly flying back to Orlando, Florida (in time to beat an oncoming hurricane!)

"I have a feeling that the lighting on [Layne] is such that it makes him look like an actual Haunted Mansion/Disney Parks ride animatronic (especially when combined with deliberate movement/acting choices in the video)" - I mean yeah, maybe, but also tbh it's also just the whole makeup/costume itself - even in the BTS footage he didn't look fully "human"/"real" when in the full costume. - Fun fact: Layne also had black food colouring in his mouth to further add to the whole look! Wild!

"Absolutely loving Cesar's makeup in this one ngl (I wonder whether he coloured his face and/or hair blue for filming this or if that was just all done via editing?)" - That was all thanks to Rick Underwood! His hair and face really were that blue! (Not all his hair though, just the front section of it). - I still have questions about Geoff's makeup though - didn't get to see much of the process in the BTS video, rip. - The floating crystal ball was a practical effect, done with fishing wire and a pulley system controlled by Tony!

Golden Hour: - So the greenscreening of the heads was done a little differently to how I imagined, and Geoff's hair did in fact look just like that during the filming - it's not just the editing - This is actually the second version of the video that was created - Patrons were initially presented with a different video (which I haven't actually watched but heard about in the BTS) with a slightly different setting and alterations to the story (Layne came up with a few different ideas in fact). - Also I may be slightly colourblind, because I thought that vest was maroon, but it's actually just brown, lol rip.

Valhalla Calling: "check out the set! I like the shields in the background." - Everything other than the benches and props in the foreground was completely digital! They filmed in front of huge digital screens (and I mean HUGE) that had the pre-designed backgrounds displayed on them! - Y'know how all the guys were wearing furs and heavy layers of clothing and all that? Yeah well apparently on the day of filming, the air conditioning at Vu Studios was busted, RIP (Rick Underwood had to help blot away some of their sweat between takes!)

Part 1 // Part 2 // Part 3

#voiceplay #voiceplay visuals #voiceplay BTS #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals addendums

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fratricideknight · 2 years ago

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Do you have a favourite sam hair era? Mine was in season 1 and 2 when it wasn't that long yet but still had the cute curls at the ends

don't even get me started! (sorry for how long this is. there's a tl;dr if you don't wanna read.)

just the fact that sam has longer hair is a gigantic plus with me. i love his hair so much, it looks so soft and gorgeous. i'm really enamored with that anime-esque style, so when a physical man (and a real one, bc jared) manages to pull it off, my heart is instantly stolen.

as for specific standouts: season 1, as you said. it's just so cute! and the bangs never reappear so i'm particularly fond of them. season 1a especially, when his hair curled up so much at the ends, with the gorgeous lighting which made him look so good - *chefs kiss*. i love it when they let his hair go curly, which is why i think his pilot hair is cute but i prefer the overall s1 hairstyle.

i adore the s3/s4 hair, too. i view it as an improvement on the s2 hair, but idk, maybe that will change when i rewatch. the side part is probably better suited to him than the bangs as he gets older, and the little curls stay (esp. in s3), so it's a win.

i love the longer hair. s7 was dragged down by the sideburns and was too straight imo, as far as i can remember, but season 6 had its moments! maybe that's just because soulless!sam was hot, though, lol. as for the king of long hair: i. love. the season 8 hair. both 8a and 8b had their moments. i haven't watched it in a while, though. all i remember is that he glowed. i would have loved it if they let his hair go full wavy, even for just half a season, but it had the flicks so it passes with flying colours.

s9 hair was cute, too, because it was allowed to curl! a little, anyway. let this man's hair curl! tbh, though, by this stage everything becomes kinda fuzzy. i need to rewatch these seasons to get a grasp on the hair (i wish). s12 was kind of a return to form (?) with more structure than the preceding seasons so that was cute; all i really remember is the time he dressed as a priest and it was hot but i feel bad admitting that. also he looked really cute in a sweater in the same episode. you look good in anything, but please wear something other than flannel, sam. s14 hair was kinda similar (i think) and he had a beard!!! for a few episodes. so that was fun. i like the beard tbh, just not too long. dean deserved to burn for 40 more years for telling sam to shave it.

tl;dr: i love the longer hairstyles, but s1 is probably my favourite atm bc i love the bangs and i love s1. my fav varies, though.

thank you for giving me an excuse to ramble about sam's hair 💕

#sam winchester hair #sam's hair #sam winchester love #sam winchester #supernatural #spn #mine #askbox #mostlybbucky

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peggyrose19 · 1 year ago

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o'darwin ballroom dance au thoughts for you all cause i was at competition all weekend and then had a 6 hour car ride home

(basic ballroom info can be found at the end under the cut)

the three of them are all partners together and just switch out depending on the style. nat and alex do rhythm and latin, nat and kasey do standard, and alex and kasey do smooth. but if 3-person ballroom was a thing they'd be excellent at it (a side note - competitions do fun dances after each style and our last one was group latin, so my 3 coaches did it together and gave me this idea cause it was adorable) (want to be clear coaches are platonic friends this specifically was just very o'darwin coded)

alex styles his hair very casually, basically just the way it falls normally but aggressively hair sprayed into place. kasey slicks his back into a neat bun. kasey does nat’s hair for her, pulling it back in a twist back into a fancy ballroom bun with lil sparklies to accessorize

my former coach’s partner has a smooth jacket that’s - well idk if it’s actually velvet cause that’d be quite heavy for dance - but a velvet like texture and it’s subtly shiny under the lights and i imagine alex wearing that for smooth. paired with kasey, in something classic but maybe with some subtle detailing? rip

nat’s latin dress is black with gold detailing. the skirt is a high to low style and it’s super cute and bouncy. her standard dress is long and i wanna go royal blue. maybe red. or green. some bright royal shade. it’s got this beautiful full skirt and she has ribbons on cuffs she attaches to her wrists for certain dances. the dress has silver gemstone detailing on the bodice

they stay in a hotel for competitions and share soft sleepy kisses in the elevator up on the way back, heavy bags hanging off their shoulders. alex insists on carrying nat’s costumes for her (he’d carry her bag too but he doesn’t have enough arms for that)

cheering each other on from the sidelines and the two dancing always smile at their third when they hear/spot them

social dancing and nat is laughing while kasey twirls her all around, alex watching from the side, falling more in love with each laugh and smile from the two of them

falling into bed with each other, all soft hands and quiet giggles. they have passionate and rougher times too but in my head o’darwin are just so somft with each other. alex carefully taking nat’s shirt off and kissing each inch of bare skin he uncovers. kasey standing behind her with gentle hands on her hips, nosing at her neck. alex and kasey taking turns fucking nat and it’s different with both but just as good. alex getting his mouth on kasey and reveling in the sounds he makes

nat steals alex's sweatpants constantly. they fit better than kasey's so she steals his sweatshirts instead. kasey and nat steal each other's hair elastics, one of them always has one on hand

the three of them aren't like all over each other at competition, looking at them you might not guess they were romantically together rather than just dance partners, but you can tell they have a connection with each other through their dancing and know each other well. when partners actually like and know each other it shows and makes it that much better to watch. but if you paid close enough attention (not sure why anyone would but) you'd be able to see the quick kisses and gentle intimate moments between the three of them between rounds

now i'd put them in open, so they wouldn't have to wake up at the crack of dawn like us poor syllabus dancers (rip me), but if they were partners back then:

bb college alex and kasey partnering together kasey's first year (i put alex maybe a year older), and falling for each other towards the end of the year semester. they're never together, not really, but they've kissed and had sex and are close despite the complication of whatever it is their feelings are. kasey transfers schools after his freshman year and they're both devastated but they can't do a whole lot about it. they promise to keep in touch, but it's hard

at his new school, kase meets and partners up with natalie who's a freshman and new to ballroom. he's so shy and awkward around her at first, but he's patient and helps her learn. soon they become good friends and kasey gets less awkward. kasey is terrified to let himself fall for her after falling for alex, but he can't help it; nat is just so bright and delightful, and he finds himself spending hours outside of practice with her, just enjoying each other's company. nat - i don't wanna say wears him down cause that implies she pressured him, it's more she makes her own feelings known, respects his boundaries, and lets kasey sort his own feelings out on his time. together, they eventually decide to start dating, after kasey allows nat to kiss him late one night, saying he just wants to know, but really he's just too scared to say it outright. natalie is the one who asks if he'll be her official boyfriend. he agrees

anyway. back to 5am wake up times. comp starts at 8am, doors open at 7, and if you're in the first few rounds like they would be, that's when you arrive, hair and makeup already mostly ready if you can. nat and kasey staying together for their first competition and it's the first night they've spent together. they're bleary-eyed and exhausted, still new to their relationship, but there's sleepy kisses and gentle touches as they help each other get ready

they compete at bronze and do quite well, especially for natalie's first ever comp. i made my dear newcomer partner dance up to bronze because i've really danced too long to be in newcomer still, and she did great. anyway. it's a smaller comp, only one day. they don't place in anything, but they advance past the first round in every dance they compete, which is still very good

it's a long day for them both, but a fun one. a lot of time spent at ballroom competitions is standing around waiting for results. so there's a lot of that. they sit with the rest of their team ofc. it's a good bonding exercise

i have more thoughts but this is long enough as is so i'll stop for now cause it's nearly 2am and i really need to be asleep. i meant for this to just be headcanons and now it's gaining a plot. ah well

apologies if these don't make sense, i was awake for 20 hours straight sunday and wrote half of them in the car. i've been recovering since. also today i took a 2hr nap at 7pm and now here we are nearing 2am

ballroom basics for those who are very lost

ballroom is split into four styles for competitions:

standard: international waltz, intl tango, intl foxtrot, quickstep, intl viennese waltz

smooth: american waltz, am tango, am foxtrot, am v waltz

latin: intl cha cha, intl rumba, samba, jive, paso doble

rhythm: am cha cha, am rumba, east coast swing, mambo, bolero

in the international dances, you aren't allowed to separate from your partner. you stay in frame - hands clasped basically - the whole time. in american style, you are allowed to separate. there's other differences to some, but that's the major one. rumba, foxtrot, and tango are the ones that are most different.

collegiate competitions have two levels: syllabus and open

syllabus: there's a specific list of moves you are allowed to do at each level. the levels go newcomer, bronze, silver, gold.

open: you can basically do what you want. there are no specific guidelines to the steps you can do. within reason, i mean, you can't just start doing an entirely separate dance. this is when it gets really fun to watch. the levels go novice, pre-champ, champ.

some competitions will let you cross-register, which basically means you can compete at multiple levels. many also compete different styles at different levels, allowed at all competitions, because learning that many dances well is quite difficult and takes a lot of time.

after newcomer dances will start being paired. so if you compete one, you must compete the other. common ones at bronze are intl waltz/quickstep, am waltz/tango, and cha cha/rumba. those were all paired at my competition this past weekend. starting in gold, they'll put three or four dances paired. at open, all dances are paired. so for example, a standard event in all open levels would include intl waltz, tango, foxtrot, and quickstep. each couple would have to dance all four. then separately they would have a syllabus v waltz event, which is open to anyone.

though hosted and mostly attended by college teams, anyone is allowed to enter a collegiate competition. once you get to the higher levels, especially open, most dancers are not still college students. you can't get that good in four years, so if they are college-age they would've had to start beforehand. those who don't register with a team are generally just put in as unaffiliated. schools are registered under the school. coaches can register through the school they coach for as well, if they register together. my coaches have done both. this doesn't really make a difference. mostly just a way of organization more than anything. we still claim my former coach as our own despite her now living and working in a different state and coaching a different team with her partner. we don't like him. i digress.

i hope this helped anyone if you bothered to read it

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nebulousfishgills · 2 years ago

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hmmm.... random-ass asks about your fics, let's see...

idk, you were pretty damn thorough when I asked about Diplopia, so I'm not sure there's anything else I can ask on that front.

how about you tell me a little about your Spider-Man fic? I've been curious about that one but a little unsure of what to expect. Who's the OC? What makes them similar and different from Emily? How have they evolved as you developed the story?

Also, are there any particular themes, motifs, or symbols that seem to find their way into your writing consistently? I know you're very intentional about symbolism (and I love it), but I'm wondering what tends to crop back up more often.

Do you often include animals/pets in your writing? Why or why not?

Do you often include music in your writing? Either out-of-world (titles, thematic lyrics a la Desert Song) or in-world (characters' favorite songs, lyrics as dialogue, etc.)

How intentional are you about the weather when you write? Does it invoke symbolism, or do you just add it based on how you feel in the moment?

How intentional are you about the way characters dress? Specific colors, clothing styles, new vs. worn clothing, etc.

Always a pleasure to see you in the ask box, my friend :). Also rest assured there is always room to talk about Diplopia or His Tenebris Moenibus since I jam pack them with so much shit, never be shy about asking about them!

That being said, I'm always happy to talk about my other fics! I'm not exactly sure how I would categorize my Spider-Man fic (Facade is the title) because while I do think it deserves more attention... it's not really my favorite fic for a few reasons, but you know, there's always one fic you're not totally in love with.

Discussing My Spider-Man Fic

So, long story short is that Facade features Keira Browning-Osborn and her role in the Sam Raimi Spider-Man films. This was one of those fics that I pull out of my ass after seeing or reading a particular book/movie/show etc. No Way Home led me to the original Raimi movies and I just had to create a story with them since I was incredibly fascinated by Norman Osborn in particular.

This infatuation has pretty much passed by now since Stranger Things and then Twilight by proxy just absolutely crushed that. Now I kind of look at my past self like "...girl you sure? Are you good?" In fact, I don't think I was "good" since this era coencided pretty evenly with my high school production of Mamma Mia and I was several kinds and levels of stressed and at times upset with how the production went, but that's another long discussion. I don't regret being involved but if I was a different person I'd have had a few choice words for our director, but I digress.

Writing Facade kind of helped me get through that time in my life and I think there are certain elements in the story that show that. The fact that Keira is always listening to ABBA is a major one since, you know, Mamma Mia is a musical featuring their music. Another detail is that Keira was in choir in high school and was quite successful with it... my relationship with choir is complicated and I think I got a really short end of the stick with Mamma Mia since all the good parts went to the 'elite' or higher level choir kids despite the fact that our choir teacher was impressed with me and my range (I can pretty seamlessly go from very low alto notes to high soprano).

I really hate bouncing between the fic and how second semester senior year peforming arts went for me but the two were very tied together and you can't really talk about one without the other.

I've mentioned this before, but one of my least favorite parts about this fic is that Keira was very much a self insert for an idealized version of how I thought I wanted my life to end up that's changed vastly since the fic was posted. Which, one can think of that as a good thing so she seems a lot more original and unique, but I also modeled her to look a lot like myself, and my appearance hasn't changed since then.

Without knowing what my life was like while writing Facade, I don't think you'd ever know that I was having struggles, but with knowing I think in comparisson to some of my other writings specifically, it's a bit obvious that something just... wasn't right, I don't know. It's hard to explain or put into words, but I think the fic seems a little too idealized in some ways and I was in my head and with fantasies more than reality to escape my stresses.

But just a few weeks ago I re-read it all the way through and while I kind of treat it like the black sheep of my fics, it's not honestly that bad. It's very good, even, I think my gripes with it come from just the memories associated with it and how fixation-wise I cringe over it.

Part of that displeasure with it I think comes from the fact that I never finished it. Originally I had this whole elaborate plan where it was essentially split into five definitive "parts" of story. The first six chapters were establishing Keira and her relationship with Norman (cute chapters but that idealization really comes into play so it's kind of hard for me to take them that seriously), then I would go through all three of Raimi's movies, and then finish with a few chapters set in the future featuring Keira and Norman's daughter, Sophia.

I only got through "parts one and two," plus a few drafts for the end of part 4 and onto part 5 before Stranger Things 4 came out and the massive overhaul that came with it. And since so much time has passed, plus the above backstory reasons, unfortunately I don't ever really see myself finishing it unless something major happened. So the fic ends where Spider-Man 1 ends, but it's still marked incomplete.

It kind of makes me sad that I never finished it because I had a lot of ideas for how the other two movies/parts would have gone, but you know.

For example, I wanted to make it a detail that in Spider-Man 2, the brown roots of her hair have grown out from the red dye (faded, yet still there) so there's a clear line around her ear area between dyed hair and natural hair. This is because after Norman died, she hasn't had the time or energy to recolor or cut her hair to make it look nice. She has a company to run while also navagating her grief and trying so hard to keep her cool around Peter. But in Spider-Man 3, her hair is fresh, it's revitalized with her after she vows to kill Spider-Man.

All this to say... I think, in part, this is why I'm very scared to try new media I want to watch (Good Omens, namely) while I'm actively writing Necrosis since I don't want to fixate on something else and never get that finished even if I'm very excited to get everything out.

But about Keira!

I will say that I'm quite proud of how her corruption arc is shaped and handled. For most of the story, she's a very demure yet intelligent woman. She wants to do the right thing, which then comes into conflict when the "right thing" clashes with her teetering moral compass and her own selfish desires. I don't want to give too much away that's stated in the story itself, but if I had to pick a favorite chapter, it would be Chapter 13 (all the chapters have stupid titles, be forewarned) because that's when this war Keira is having with herself starts to bubble over and it's quite a good psychological study if I do say so myself.

So, as far as how similar she is to Emily, there are small similarities among large differences. For one, Keira doesn't start out as someone who's bitter, damaged, or "born a bad egg" as I would say Emily is. Keira was actually quite a content, happy person who thought she struck gold until things started to go so far downhill so very quickly.

But they both solicit extremely bad behavior in their partners. Obviously we've seen everything Emily has done and the things she let pass or even encouraged that Henry did. For the most part, everything we see the Green Goblin do in the first movie Keira makes no effort to stop or even help. She knows she has the power to create some sort of anti-serum and put the entire issue to bed, but she just... doesn't. And it's basically for almost the exact same reasons Emily has for her behavior... the fact that she just cares too much for the one she loves and the sometimes perceived protection they provide. Again, I won't say too much, but Keira is far from innocent, and had I continued her story it would have gotten a lot worse for her.

I'd almost go far enough to say that their taste in guys is the same, but as we know, that statement is normal to everyone except for Emily since she takes Her Taste In Men to the highest and most insane level possible. But, sure, we'll go with that.

As far as how Keira developed, again, I had an entire plan for her and how she developed (or more like devolved) as the story would progress, but I just never finished her story. But I will say that at the end of the day, Keira's main priority is her family... but since she lets her vengeance consume her so thoroughly, eventually she all but sidelines her daughter until Keira ends up dying and leaving Sophia in Peter and Mary Jane's care.

Keira isn't my favorite OC, but by far I think she's the most nuanced.

General Writing Questions

Themes, motifs, symbols that keep popping up... well, right off the bat, we have Blue Roses.

Blue roses are in reference to Game of Thrones, actually. In Game of Thrones, Rhaegar Targaryen gave a crown of Blue Roses to Lyanna Stark after he won a tourney because he believed she was the most beautiful woman in the realm. This leads to Issues, but I'm very fond of Rhaegar and Lyanna's story. That, plus realizing none of my OC love stories are clean cut and easy, like theirs, means that the blue rose is a good symbol for all of them. Blue Roses in general have kind of woven their way into my aesthetic as a person as well. But each of my OCs has some kind of blue rose at some point in their stories.

The first hint to Olivia that Loki loved her was him giving her a blue rose from Asgard's garden when they were children, him running off as soon as he presented her with the gift. To this day she still has it, kept safe in a Beauty and the Beast type bell jar.

In Facade, Norman gets Keira a blue rose hair clip as a small birthday gift on their first date. She wears it to his funeral.

Emily obviously has a blue rose tattooed on her right shoulder. She claims it's meant to emulate the blue paint of the Creel House, but I think she just thinks blue roses are cool.

As far as other reoccuring things, obviously if I post a brand new OC fic and there isn't some kind of corruption arc, assume I've been kidnapped and am being held hostage. I honestly enjoy both redemption and corruption arcs but there's something just so satisfying about letting a character fall to the Dark Side, usually for a lover. To me, both tropes mean the same thing; human beings are equally capable of great good and great evil no matter what. I just like the angsty version because usually that means my characters get Cool Outfits and get to Be Chaotic.

In a similar vein, while also slightly contradictory, I also like the cousin trope to Fallen Heroes in which the corruption out of the character's control. A rogue entity invaded Olivia's mind to cause her to change allegiances in A Song of Stars and Magic, Keira's corruption is brought to you in part by Science Gone Wrong, Just Delayed, and currently I'm operating under the idea that the Mind Flayer has been behind everything and being a disillusioned individual in the Creel House (a weak point) allows it to claim your consciousness.

I primarily think I do this because I'm an optimistic person and want to believe that sometimes circumstance gets in the way and that humans are naturally good people, it's outside forces that cause people to do bad things or that people do bad things for good reasons ultimately. And even then I think you can blame that on the fact that I grew up on the story of Anakin Skywalker's fall to the Dark Side, THE defacto corruption arc caused by trying to do the right thing and being influenced by someone or something else. I can really see how Revenge of the Sith shaped me as a person.

God I'm SO excited to meet the man next month.

Also, clearly I'm very fond of the what I'll call the "Villain's Favorite Person" trope, where the villain is Soft only for their lover or whoever. I really internalize concepts like "being a hero's lover means you'll always be second to their duty, but being a villain's lover means you're second to nothing" because villains are allowed to be selfish. "Villains will burn the world for a last kiss goodbye" as that one post goes. Plus there's something that just Hits Different about writing Villain Fluff because we as an audience understand that this character is capable of great destruction or madness, but they're being careful and Soft with someone they love.

And there is a difference between being a villain and being an asshole, you'll never see me writing villain romances like Harley Quinn and the Joker that are obviously so toxic and one-sided.

I'm sure there are other common themes, but for a perceived brevity's sake I'll move on.

Animals/pets aren't something very common in my writing. I don't really have a specific reason as to why, it's just never really crossed my mind. I think as of now the closest thing you'll get is how Emily feels about the Demo-Bats, little creatures she's very fond of.

Actually, I think I do have at least part of a reason. Most of my stories aren't fully happy and I don't want to run the risk of a character leaving a beloved pet behind or the other way around. That, and half of my major stories feature some form of long term immortality, which means outliving things. Emily is going to far and away outlive everyone she knew in Hawkins probably several generations over and Olivia is going to outlive the other Avengers... adding pets to the mix hurts too much.

Music is something that's very important to me. That's why I have character playlists for my OCs (some of them better maintained than others). When I pick songs, I usually try primarily to match them up first lyrically, then thematically, and then just the Vibes if all else fails. There are a lot of showtunes mixed in because that's just my primary taste in music, but each song tells a little story that I can mold and construe to fit my themes. Then there are just random odds and ends from here and there that just Fit. Lastly, I try to make it a goal to add at least one example of the significant other singing.

So, Olivia's playlist has the drinking song Loki sang in the third episode of his series, I added Jamie's music to both of Emily's playlists, and for funsies I added a song from the Spider-Man musical to Keira's playlist (DIY World is the only legitament banger on that soundtrack tbh). I also try to add some music from the given fandom, so Keira's playlist has Spider-Man soundtrack songs and Emily's playlists have either the Stranger Things soundtrack (both the OST and the licensed songs like Master of Puppets or Prophecies) or songs from Twilight like Bella's Lullaby or Supermassive Black Hole.

I'll provide descriptions and Spotify Codes to each one.

Olivia has a mix of songs from two perspectives, her usual self and her Bad Bitch Villain era. It's not as organized as it probably should be, but I think some songs are easier to discern from others as to which Variant of her we're dealing with

Keira's playlist is the shortest because my era with her didn't last as long. Olivia has had going on I think five years worth of development by me, Emily has had about a year, whereas Keira got maybe... idk five? Months? Again, it's unfortunate how little I ended up doing with her, but she's still one of my girlies. There's ABBA of course, but I also made sure to include music from the Jekyll and Hyde musical since it's... kind of eerie how well the stories line up.

Emily's playlists are actually in a rough chronological order. So if you were to listen without shuffle you could in theory get a rough outline of her stories. Her Stranger Things playlist for example starts out with the song "Room of Angel" from Silent Hill because it's about her relationship with her mother, which then goes to the Hawkins Lab theme from season 4 and Rät by Penelope Scott for her entrance to the lab and relationship with Papa. I even tried my best to use the love songs to provide a timeline of her and Henry's relationship. There's more but again, to keep it short, I'll let you see for yourself.

The same goes for Emily's Twilight playlist, a rough chronological timeline that ultimately leads to Necrosis (which only has two songs at the end so far; I'm always adding to Emily's playlists right now since I'm actively focused on her right now). Emily's Twilight playlist shares some songs with her Stranger Things playlist since it's the same character... there's also a copious amount of Disney on this one compared to others... I mean it checks out, Disney Princesses fall in love slower than she did in this case.

(I just changed the playlist cover on this one so the code will be a different color than this, Spotify is just being a dick about giving me the updated one)

Once in a while I'll include song lyrics in dialogue or in titles when I deem it appropriate. I don't go out of my way to do so, though since sometimes it's awkward. For funsies, though, let's see what the OCs favorite songs are because I have to be extra.

Olivia: "A Thousand Years" by Christina Perri (shhh I know it's a Twilight song, but this was on her playlist before I really knew that)

Keira: "Lay All Your Love On Me" by ABBA (it's a canonical detail that when she was first starting to date Norman, she sang this to herself CONSTANTLY to the bemusement/annoyance of her friends)

Emily: "Dream a Little Dream of Me" by Ella Fitzgerald and Louis Armstrong (because it reminds her of Henry... it's hard to pick a favorite song for her since clearly she has a strained relationship with music... but no matter how long she lives she will NEVER like Running Up That Hill for obvious reasons)

Now for the weather.

Honestly, the weather is something that I think about the least when crafting environments, at least symbolism wise. Sometimes I include rain, but that's just because I like rain and sometimes it can provide a cozy atmosphere if used right...

Actually, I lied, there is one instance where the weather ender up having a deeper meaning.

Emily finds Hawkins Lab because she needs to seek shelter from a rainstorm, so when she first meets Henry, she's soaked in rainwater... which is exactly how Mike found Eleven in season one. This even carries over in The Weirdo from Saint Valentina's, the title even being in reference to that episode, "The Weirdo on Maple Street."

No, I don't think Mileven is endgame, but it was an unintended parallel that I kind of liked and ran with.

Other than that, I wouldn't think too hard about the weather in my fics.

Clothing... again, not much goes into the thought about clothing. Nine times out of ten I put my characters in something I randomly sketched out or something I found on pinterest that I thought looked cool. But something that I do enjoy doing is using a fashion base and sketching outfits for specific scenes both as a reference to me and just because I like the creativity that comes with it. They're kind of like concept sketches to some degree.

Some OCs have more sketches than others, of course. I drew out basically every dress Olivia is seen wearing in "A Song of Stars and Magic" and there are two others of these six panel samples for her, and one with just two.

Keira has a total of two six panels and one two panel sample (the labels started to become unhinged with her for fun)

Emily just has the one sample, but there's proof that sometimes these turn into early drafts since Emily's last outfit turned into a green tank top instead of green jacket/grey tank top

Emily also has a Diplopia sample, but I ended up writing more scenes than just these outfits, so some of them are up to the imagination.

And I'm working on my Necrosis samples as I write the fic.

But as you can see I have a trend of dressing my characters in primarily cooler shades because it's just a preference thing. I like blue/green/purple shades so I dress my characters in those. And sometimes I take inspiration from pinterest because I have a lot of outfits/dresses in my feed, like these two that I'll probably stick Emily into at some point.

I looooove using Alicent Hightower stills for Volturi Emily since she has the aesthetic and hair down pat. In fact sometimes my outfit inspiration for her comes directly from those scenes. Although with the Diplopia samples you can kind of see I borrowed from Rhaenyra's dresses, in particular the dress on the upper right hand side... so basically Volturi Emily is Alicent Hightower with Rhaenyra's wardrobe, for all intents and purposes.

...and once again I went waaaaaayyyy off the rails for simple questions. I'm sorry I can't help it. I just have a lot to say. By now, though, you're probably going in expecting this, so thank you for sending me asks with that mindset lmao. Feel free to ask me anything at any time, of course. These take me hours to finish, but it's something to do!

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panini-ijr · 1 year ago

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Masquerade, Masquerade, will I be able to perform a little lie?

Summary : You suddenly found yourself in an annual grand ball, and ended up dancing with a certain number.

Word Count : 2k

Note : Idk if I will make this a oneshot or possibly make more chapters most likely the first option but here you go and enjoy!

Grasping onto the millions of white layers that were embellished with elegant pearls of the long dress, you steadied your feet as the white heels made it seem you can fall at any moment. You stood onto the stage in the far back, watching beautiful men and women dancing away with their assigned partners as whispers of giggles and laughter left. You were anticipating the moment where you would have to follow the task as well as your heart ached with dull pain with frenzied beats. The anxiety here was terrible. However, you tried to distract yourself, basking in the view of the couple on the stage that shimmered across the audience’s captivated eyes. Oh how beautiful they looked - it was like witnessing two snowflakes drifting through the stage, both coming from faraway land until they both intertwined with one another to make a snowdrop. You hope to learn better by observing the couple, however only grew more worried after seeing the girl leap into the boy’s arms as they twirled around smoothly until the boy returned her to her feet. The audience stood up and clapped for the wonderful performance, while the judges whispered amongst themselves in one agreement : they made it to the finals.

You looked onto the floor, how were you supposed to pull off a move like that? Feet tapping onto the floor, you adjusted the white ribbon onto your hair wondering who was next. Although the ribbon was beautifully designed with woven laces, the surface was too smooth for its own good and can fall at any moment.

You really didn’t want to be here. If only you didn’t fall into the traps of your friend teasing you on with a half-coy smile, and guilt-tripping your heart into accepting the grand ball where pop stars around the world would be flocking in a series of dances. Music wasn’t just their alley afterall, and experimentation was something that all artists can agree on. Perhaps not you though. You don’t mind trying different genres, but you prefer to stick to your own style. The style that has made your music a hit that was recognizable to anyone. This year, the theme was set on royalty and elegance, and your taste did not sit well with the theme. You made a mental note to yourself to smack that smug look off your friend’s face the next time you see them.

“Y/n and Ten, would you please take the stage next?”

Suddenly a man stood in front of you, slightly making you take a small step back to look closely at the man. There he was, his face was illuminating with the pinkish neon colors of the stage with blue lighting still noticeable. Your eyes followed the outfit he was wearing, a long white suit that was trailed by shining pearls and black embellishments - it was like he was a dashing prince.

You breathed, and looked at the floor once more. Honestly, out of all people - it was him. It wasn’t something you weren’t expecting, even though you knew the guests are mainly pop stars and noticed other nct members that danced by. Although he looked gorgeous, you weren’t interested. You were anxious by each passing second, wanting to walk right out of the stage if you could. Yet you still managed to look at his face, stared into his eyes that were filled with stars - and took him by the hand as he led you onto the stage.

You felt the audience’s eyes on you. You specifically. It’s rare seeing an artist like you trying a fun challenge like this who always sticks to her own style. Some had twinkling eyes with excitement, some had a cold gaze, while others were fixated on the man standing beside you with adoration.

From the beginning you didn’t know what to do, not even knowing how to rest your hand onto him from the sheer anxiety. However Ten only smiled and took your right hand as he gently placed onto his shoulder and firmly clasped his hand over your left hand. Then he finally used his free hand to clap around your waist.

However as soon as he did, you felt repulsed. You had no idea if it was butterflies in your stomach, or simply because you didn’t feel comfortable with the situation. Yet you swallowed that feeling down and gave a small, convincing lie to Ten and held his shoulder a little more firmer as if to embrace yourself. The embellishments gave a rough, bumpy, feel to your palms, yet the fabric was soft enough to not cause serious harm. You were surprised as to how you managed to dance synchronously with him from the start - even Ten himself gave an impressed look to you and hummed in amusement. His shoulder shape was rather circular however, and as Ten led you through the dance, your hand was slipping off.

Ten returned a smile at you in notice, and suddenly tugged on your waist hard. You found yourself suddenly being turned, making your long gown spray out in the air like a cotton in bloom as the pearls shined across the stage like a twinkling star. While your gown was covering the audience’s sight, he smoothly directed your hands further up his shoulder. It was obvious he was a well-experienced dancer, and perfectly crafted the arts to trick the audience. You weren’t the only one.

You found yourself a little stunned at the gesture, and your heartbeat failed to calm down when he first tugged on your waist. The panic only grew when your fingers were a centimeter away from touching his neck. However, you being the stuck-up bottled person you are - you didn’t show that anxiety, in fact, you gave him a charming smile as a way to thank the young man for taking authority. Your smile only curled up in satisfaction when Ten gave a small nod at the gesture, a way to show that he accepted your gratitude while also thanking you for it.

This wasn’t a grand ball with twists anymore to you. This was a masquerade. Making artists experiment with changing themes yearly was laughable - no this was just a show of deception and lies. A convincing lie to show to the audience that you can experiment with confidence. That you can fit into the role of being a royal princess. A way to make yourself be seen as an artist to the world. Because a real artist has to and can experiment, right?

The audience was convinced that the two pairs were dancing in synchronous awe, as if the match was a hidden gem underneath the shimmering snow. It was nice that he was mainly leading the dance, however you still felt anxiety and really awkward underneath all of that fake charm you showed. To calm yourself down, you started to break eye contact with Ten and started to stare off into the distance, wishing that your friends would be here at least.

However you had a feeling they were, yet you still couldn’t find them. It was an odd feeling. Perhaps they were dancing away at another stage. You at least hoped that they were having an enjoyable time and mesmerized the crowd, you knew they certainly would fit the role of being a queen.

Although you weren’t looking at Ten, you felt as if he didn’t mind. The presence of his smile still reached you, suggesting a sense of confidence, and some warmth behind the tucked curls.

Suddenly, he let go of your hand and began to step back. You knew what was about to happen. The jump. The finale that places the red ribbon on the dance to a closed gift. Your anxiety was rushing through you again - but you had to do this. You had to. You took a deep breath, and began to twirl with grace away from Ten as well, all there was left was to run up to him and jump.

You looked at the audience once more, wanting and wishing desperatley to see a familiar face. A friend. However all you saw was the endless crowd of people cheering you on and looking at the stage in awe as what was about to happen next. You finally looked at Ten who was feets away from you, him nearing at the edge of the stage. His skin and outfit was still shimmering in the neon pinks and blues from the lights. He reached his hand out, letting his white gloves in a silent echo to call draw you in. He gave a slight nod - a way to encourage and give a signal to rush at him, and finally end the masquerade.

You wasted no time after that. Adrenaline canceled out your anxiety as it rushed to your legs and you found yourself sprinting towards him all of the sudden. You didn’t want to be here, but this, this you can probably make it worthwhile to stay. All you knew in that moment, is to live in the present and just go. However your ankle decided to sway to the side in the excruciating way possible, making you trippin on your heels. In a moment of reflex, you just ended up grabbing the nearest thing near you with a yelp to catch your balance. That something however, was Ten’s legs - this caught him by surprise as he lost his balance on the edge of the stage. A loud thump was heard soon after, and when you opened your eyes, you saw Ten have a shocked expression on his face as he stared back at you. You came onto your senses and realized and how you were practically over his body. No wonder it felt like a soft landing to you.

You instantly got off him and started to stammer, “I-I am so sorry…”

He sat up and reached towards you, “It’s fine…are you okay…?”

When you saw his hands reaching towards you, it reminded you of how uncomfortable that dance was. You instantly inched away and started to push his hands away, “I-I a-am fine…”

Gosh your face was red as a tomato. The sheer embarrassment.

Your true feelings started to show.

When you pushed his hand away, it seemed like he got the message and backed off, “Ahh…sorry about that…”

His slightly sad expression seemed to sting you a bit with guilt, this time you reached to him, until he was the one who nudged you away and stammered, “D-don’t feel sorry for me…it’s okay to have boundaries. Sorry for not…noticing earlier.”

At first you thought the pink neon lights concentrated on his cheeks this time, because he seemed to flush.

God this whole situation was so awkward to you. You wanted to melt into a pudding and die.

Ten suddenly got up, and cleared his throat. He gave you one last smile, this time it was more small, more frail. A weak one with a bittersweet taste. Even he, the practiced dancer he is, can show moments of his true self when not on stage.

Then, he walked away without saying anything. Just like that.

Your heart sank a little. Not because you failed the last move, but because of how they both left at a awkward note. Anxiety and uncomfortableness was now replaced with guilt, and confusion. You didn’t understand why you felt a little hurt when it was his turn to push you away, even when you didn’t want to dance or have him touch you. Your eyes didn’t want to even look at the audience, instead you found yourself staring at your white ribbon on the floor which fell off when you landed on Ten.

So much for tying the dance with a deceptive red ribbon huh.

Your fingers gently grasped the white ribbon and without a second thought, you tied your hair up in a beautiful bun with it - back into its original look. You seemed to be in your own little world at that moment, because it seemed that the audience wasn’t even there anymore, and it was just silent.

#nct x reader #nct ten #nct #nct 127 #ballroom

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celtigxr · 3 months ago

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I'm not gonna tag this, and I might delete later, cause idk. It's just my thought process. There was a lot of chat going on about Character AI, and my boomer ass had no idea that existed, so I decided to experiment with various sites myself, and this has been my experience and my opinion, which ultimately is worth nothing, really.

ps. I'm not gonna engage with debates or arguments if you reply to this. I'm not that invested in this to care, lol.

I just want to preface this by saying, my opinion of AI is fairly grey. I don't agree that it should be used to make a profit, and I do think that a lot more work has to be put into it in order to make it that it isn't just copying and pasting verbatim art and written word. ESPECIALLY if what it produces is being used for profit. That being said, I also see absolutely no harm in people using AI for fun. It's silly most of the time. When I'm bored I pull up an AI generator and make it produce silly and weird photos that I know aren't going to see the light of day, other than to laugh at it with my friends. At most, I just enjoy making dresses and cool dragons, lol. And for personal reasons, since I have a learning and neurological disability, it aids me a lot with navigating communication and helping me understand things when google beats around the bush too much. But I digress, let me get to the character AI's. I tried out a few, which I won't name. One was PG-13, and I tried an Aegon bot that creepily enough had Tom's fucking voice narrating it. It was cute, made me blush a bit (That fucking voice had me in a chokehold, I'm so ashamed), but other than that, it wasn't remarkable. The spicier bots were on a whole other level. Most were a mix bag; a LOT of them repeated the same shit over and over again. But there were some that were so fucking sophisticated, it was almost like I was actually rping with a human being. I'm not entirely sure how bot making works, but it's fairly clear that the people making them mostly use templates for dialogue and movements, given the repetition and lack of uniqueness I kept on getting. I go so fucking tired of Daemon telling me that he wanted to "Claim me whole, body, heart and soul" in every other post, it became such a turn off, lol. I was like hokay, bud calm down, you needy fuck. But then those insanely sophisticated ones that reacted so smoothly to my characterization and the dialogue was mind blowing. Those ones I truly believe that whoever made them took the time and energy to write out the tone of the character, unique to their style. There was a lot of thought going into them. One that stood out to me was an AU Aemond that fucking blew me away; I briefly wrote an introduction to my first reply, explaining my character got stood up at the bar, and his reaction to it was so seamless. Most bots, even the good ones, jump straight into smut. If you're a reader of mine, you know I love my slow burns. This one actually had a genuine conversation with my character about trust issues. I haven't spotted anything yet that sounds like it is full on verbatim to fanfictions I've read, but that isn't say that might not be the case for all of them. I know people have witnessed it, and my only theory is that it isn't the bot itself that is stealing the content, but the person who created it that steals fics and feeds the information to it in order to get the dialogue and writing style. As evidenced by the repetitive dialogue and characterization I kept on getting on certain bots. Do I agree people should publish their Chat Bot as stories and claim it as their own? No, at least not on tumblr or a03 or wattpad, etc. The website I used specifically had an option to publish your rp chats with the bots publicly on their site, and I think that's where it should belong, not flooding fanfic areas. Do I think it's a good way to get story ideas? Also no; there is no creativity in using the same plot over and over again, and it isn't your ideas, so it's not yours. Now, do I think it's a good way to exercise your own OC characterization? Yeah, actually. Especially if you're a roleplayer, it helps flesh out your character, challenging you to put them in positions and seeing how they react in the moment. Ultimately, for shameless personal fun, I don't see anything wrong with it. It is very addicting though, particularly if you're like me with hyper fixations and prone to disassociating. The other night I was up until 6am turning Tom Riddle into a groveling love sick fool.

Really, I don't think people should be shamed for using it if they're just having some fun, and itching a scratch or to get a monkey off their back. I've been writing fic and rping for like 20 odd years, and I know the struggle of finding a good active rp partner or group that is willing to take on a ship with you, and stay active. It's utterly disappointing when all you have is your imagination, no outlet, and don't have the energy to write your own fic for something you just want to disappear into for a few hours. I do think the owners of these sites should be more vigilante about what their bot makers feed their bots in order to learn the characters. Maybe implement a plagiarism check or something, and force them to write their own narratives and speech for the bots to learn uniquely. IDK how it works, but that's just what I'm thinking.

Anyway, yeah, that's my humble opinion.

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cidnangarlond · 1 year ago

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first I was playing my character in ffixv in the ruby sea helping take a mark down, which was melt but level 80 and me and the machinist got it despite my being level 70 paladin, and my paladin rotation was all messed up because some stuff was elsewhere ok my hotbar or outright changed or had more than one of it, it was super weird. I left my room to go do something and when I came back my character was being teleported from small room to small room in ishgard by the hacker lalafell's of dynamis (which I could tell by the names and also. the cheating/hacking) and in the chat window it was telling me who was teleporting me and to where. eventually I/my character is able to break out, who is now wearing the spring dress and spring skirt and the shoes for some reason. and she has only two moves on her hotbar which one was a health regen/recovery/heal, and the other was a changed version of rampart, so damage mitigation, because they are attacking me. now she's running around jumping off walkways and buildings in ishgard running from these lala's - and I assumed this was done because I've reported a great many hackers I've seen - before making it to the cathedral or tribunal I couldn't really tell and a bunch of characters are there because of like, my brain registered it as a physical ranged dps role quest. I had recorded the entire thing to use it to report and I was like "man I've gotta tell the mutuals about this one and share the video they're not gonna believe this."

then there was a moment I was at my sister's again and hanging out and loading the dishwasher, and telling her a bit about what had happened. and when she said something I also had heard a meow and I was like what the fuck was that. and she said oh we have a cat now and opened the back door to the backyard to call in this fuck off huge shaggy dog, pretty much a saint bernard, with a long cat-like tail in the air and again I was like what the fuck. also the sky was completely black and I was like hey um. why is the sky black.

immediately after I had a dream about some narrative, choose your own adventure rpg but it was a movie and interactable and you play this butler betrayed by the man he serves and he can go and become like, a wizard centered on revenge, some second thing, or a man trying to find peace with everything, himself and the world most of all, and find love in everything as he does so. and he has different romantic options depending on the route and they all had funny names unfortunately I can't remember them. the last route was chosen obviously and of course and the second love interest had like, a glamour shot. a professionally done headshot. a 9 by 12 glossy of himself and he was holding a bird I believe a dove in one hand and his eyes were edited so they were a bit comedically larger and mostly pupil his name was elijah I think? or some weird version of it. but during this pitch trailer or video or whatever you see short scenes from each of the routes and romances as they all move on by. bit weird. looked fun though. even if it was some weird animated style idk it was off.

I tell my sister how the front facing camera on my phone is broken (which is true and I discovered this last night it just crashes the camera app and snapchat entirely so now I have to use the rear camera for selfies but it's a gay little flip phone so it works anyway) and showed her the last photo I took on it, which was me in the darkness in a gray pullover with the hoodie pulled up, I'm looking away, my eyes are bloodshot specifically my right eye looks a bit fucked up and red, the flash is on, I kinda look like I've been crying. I sent her the photo and I was like if you find anything weird in it when turning the brightness up or through editing don't tell me I don't want to know <- already saw maybe a weird figure in the background of it

then it was some dream about nature and fire emblem was talked about and the best unit you could ever build I have no idea honestly but in this weird different fire emblem world you could combine two characters together and they'd become a whole new character and person, with special abilities tailored to who was merged, and you could then separate them and retain one or two abilities, with some physical attributes being swapped as well, and you could then merge them with another character, who would get physical attributes from the first character merged with. so like 100% -> 50% -> 25% if that makes sense. and the build involved tharja and vikke and I THINK lon'qu. I don't remember who else but you could also equip them with armor that Also changed them physically because it was like, an "ascended" version they became with the armor. which wasn't always a good choice to make for a character by the way because they could end up like mentally being way worse even if it didn't affect their stats so doing it to certain characters wasn't done because people felt bad but for an absolutely cracked team in competitive ranked pvp battles using this cracked armor to ascend the character was seen as worth it.

then I was having a sleep paralysis episode within a dream, woke up had it for real but got myself awake enough that I just rolled over and fell back asleep, started dreaming again where I left off in the sleep paralysis episode, and then I woke up.

I feel like I'm missing something from one of the dreams but they were all connected and it was wild I've never had that many dream within a dream layers before

had the most bizarre series of dream within a dream vignettes ever

#long post #sorryyyy but I wanted to share how fucking bizarre this all was

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oreotoreads · 2 years ago

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EVERYTHING IS NOT WHAT IT SEEMS

PART 1 : GOOD BOY GONE BAD ⏤ read other parts: NEXT | MASTERLIST

pairing: dom!jake x fem!reader WC: 6k!

genre: smut with a plot, one night stand (idk what the actual genre is tbh)

summary: your handsome one night stand that blew your mind turns out to be the silent guy at work that you didn’t even realize his existence.

warnings: rough sex, protected sex & unprotected sex, spit play, cum play, spanking, humiliation, reader goes into sub drop (read at your own risk ⚠️) after care after sub drop, jake’s name is revealed later, oral (both receiving), slight slapping, slight hair pulling, dirty talking. warn me if there is more!

a/n: there is definitely going to be a part to this because i intentionally ended it with a cliffhanger!! thank you @mechurihanbin for the request<3 this is my first time writing about sub drop as well so i hope i was ok, again since it contains explicit scenes, read at your own risk besties, thank you for showing love to my works, you are so loved🫶🏼

taglist: @muffinminnie @zhaixiaowen @zen003xx (send an ask to be added to my taglist)

you were pulled by your friends to a night club on a typical saturday night for a classic girl’s night, you knew the main reason behind these night outs in specific clubs, to get mad drunk and probably end up in someone’s bed that you’ll never see again. although you usually did this sometimes, you couldn’t give less fucks tonight because you just wanted drink away all the stress your job was causing you. and also you kind of guessed no man could fuck the stress out of your system the way you deserved.

although, when you were on your second glass of drink only and definitely sober enough to tell if a guy was hot, you spotted a black haired stranger across you, his back leaned against the bar as he was chatting with his friends casually. his chest was covered in his very tight and definitely ironed black dress shirt, his first buttons were open, showing his smooth skin. his hair was falling down to his forehead in a styled but messy way, and his hands holding his glass and sometimes dancing them on it made your heart race faster. he was definitely your type.

when his eyes met your hungry gaze you wanted to look away immediately because he had a slight frown on his face when he saw you for the first time, next time you checked him, you caught him staring at you shamelessly, tracing his tongue inside of his cheek as he scanned you from head to toe, it tickled your stomach and raised your sensitivity as you felt a bolt arousal tingled your clit. you never felt this way only from a boy’s gaze at you, the way he almost undressed you only with his eyes made you feel so desired and damn you missed that feeling so much since you barely went on dates from how hard you worked.

next thing you remember was you were pinned against the lift’s wall as he was taking you to a hotel suit, and his hands were keeping your thighs open as he caressed them. making out with a stranger in a semi public place, plus knowing it probably has security cameras and some poor staff watching you get your neck sucked by someone’s son made you even hornier and dirty.

his kiss tasted like this drink and it was so delicious, it made you suck on his bottom lip so harshly, eliciting a deep groan from his throat, only making your cunt drip more to your panties, making a creamy mess without him touching you.

his cologne was so familiar, woody and musky, the animalistic note filled your nostrils and made you kiss him even harder.

getting out of the elevator, he grabbed your hand, literally dragging you to the room after finding the key card with shaky hands, that was when you realized you made him feel just as excited as you were, you wanted to feel his lean fingers inside of you so badly.

the way he threw you to the bed and pulled up your dress to your boobs to see your destroyed panties happened in seconds, leaving you all red and shy in front of him.

“what a needy girl you are.” he tsked, leaning over you to push his tongue inside of your mouth, and pull you into another messy make out session. you were eager for him to touch you down there but the moment you saw his eyes you knew he was trouble and would make you beg for every drip of satisfaction.

he stopped kissing you to look at you from where he was, smirking at your parted lips that is leaving soft whimpers and breaths. he got rid of your dress in a swift way, leaving the expensive piece of material on the floor, you were only wearing your ruined little panties while he was fully clothed on top of you.

he slapped one of your tit, earning a yearning moan from you before kneading your boob, almost as to massage away the burn he caused to your skin. oh how fuckable you looked down under him, your pretty pink lips parted, your eyes hazily staring at him and your thighs rubbing against each other, he swore he saw a drip of arousal running down your leg.

he picked up the shot of arousal with his fingers before they were about to run down to your knee, and stuck his fingers to his mouth, the way his pretty lips sucked on his fingers made your eyes roll to the back of your skull.

“time for you to taste me now” you heard him mumbling before your hair was gripped by his hands to the back and your back arched to the action, a thick load of his spit coating the back of your throat. you immediately closed your lips to press your tongue on the top of your mouth, trying to get a better taste of him. his laugh filled your ears before a pathetic gaze took over his eyes.

“dirty slut, if my spit is making you—“ he suddenly snaked his hand inside of your panties, fingers rubbing on your hole before he draw it back with a string of your cum connected to his index finger, “—this wet, bet you would squirt all over me if i cum in this filthy mouth?” he grabbed your chin and spat in your mouth again, watching you swallow in pleasure. “right?”

you frantically nodded, the image of you squirting on his lap and making a mess only made you even wetter if it was even possible at this point.

the stranger you didn’t even get to know his name yet was giving you the best treatment your body was longing for. you craved this kind of sex for a long time but you were always embarrassed to ask your partners what you actually wanted.

now getting to experience this with someone that you were never going to see and that matched your ideal type in the sexual way, you felt so free and relaxed. a stranger literally spitting in your mouth and bullying you satisfied your deepest darkest desires that you carried for years.

his hands wrapped around your throat as he towered you, sitting between your legs. applying slight pressure to your throat, he cut the air flow little bit, the mouth that was recieving his spit now opened to get a hitch of breath.

he studied your reaction, as he just stared at you, but he had to make sure, so this moment gave you the very first soft side of him yet. he leaned down and placed a kiss on your neck, before he whispered against your ear, “tell me if you are enjoying this, angel.”

he let go of his hand on your neck for you to reply. it was going to be your first time talking after he came up to you in the club to flirt and you asked if he can fuck you senseless shamelessly.

“talk.” he grunted when he didn’t get a reply, slapping your cheek lightly to get the blood running back to your head.

you felt like your mind was getting hazy, you remembered that one time your friend talked about how she fell into sub drop after being fucked so hard. your eyelashes fluttered and you licked your lips in an innocent way, which made his cock twitch in his pants.

“i do, i enjoy… a lot. i want your cock too, please.” you yearned to him, your body moving without the permissions of your mind, your arms held his waist, stroking his sides, which made him roll his eyes.

“already so fucking needy.”

you watched him got up from the bed, when his skin lost contact with yours you let a loud whine, his chuckle echoed in your ears following with the heavy sound of belt hitting the floor.

as you understood he was getting undressed to fuck you now, your filthy hands went in your panties, making yourself surprised at how wet you were. your panties were drenched with your wetness, you tried to think about if you missed the moment and already cummed.

sucking your bottom lip into your mouth, you lifted your legs to your chest and tried to thrust two fingers to your hole, but you failed due to your shaky hands. you cried out loudly, making his attention still on your body, seeing you desperately trying to fuck yourself with your own thin fingers.

“oh, angel.” he laughed, almost in a evil way. “i was going to eat out that pretty pussy of yours.” your eyes were getting watery at the humiliation of getting caught. he supported himself on top of you, giving your jaw a kiss. “i was going to lick—“ he pressed his tongue flat on your jaw to demonstrate how he was going to destroy your cunt, —was going to suck, mhmm— his lips parted on your neck before he sucked on your skin harshly, making you let out a pained moan.

“i was going to clean that pussy from all your stickiness before i fucked you.”

you nodded your head in denial, your hands held his face in between, trying to push him back down to your core.

“nah-ah.” he closed his eyes for a second, scolding you. “you decided to be a bad girl and thought your fingers would feel better than me. how fucking pathetic.”

you started crying at your defeat, accepting the fact that you weren’t gonna feel his plump pink lips on your lower lips tonight. it took you only few minutes when all these encounter was happening, he was fully

naked, his hard and heavy cock nudging on your inner thigh.

“instead,” he grabbed his cock in his hand, tugging on the skin as he gave himself slow strokes that was extremely pleasant to watch, —you are gonna get this.”

you opened your mouth immediately, waiting to stuff your mouth with him. your eagerness was making you look so silly and seeing a woman under him like this fueled his ego. he was built amazingly, his cock seemed like a perfect fit for your cunt and you were sure he was going to stretch you out real good.

“get up and kneel in front of the bed.” he ordered, making you whimper at his strict tone as you immediately got on your fours to crawl on the bed, you yelped when a harsh smack landed on your ass. goosebumps rose all over your skin, the burning sensation on your cheek only made you hornier as you got off the bed with shaky legs.

you slowly kneeled down in front of him, and sitting yourself between his thighs, taking a look at his cock from up close. in your surprise he patted your cheek before he leaned in and pulled you in a messy kiss, sucking your lower lip as he let go of you. the way he hummed into your mouth tingled your senses, just another proof of how he also enjoyed having you and kissing you.

he rested himself on his elbows and pointed his cock with his head, implying for you to get to work, “in your mouth. now.”

you leaned closer to him and rubbed your cheek to the inside of his thigh, like a cat that wants attention from it’s owner. that earned you another cheek pat, until his hand grabbed you from your neck to his cock. your nose bumped onto his hardened length, as your nails scratched his bare thighs, you licked the base of his cock, making your way up until the tip, your fucked up expression before getting railed plastered on your face as you stared at him. “fuuuuuuuck.”

his reaction got you, just with one lick to his thick cock, you also understood how much of a chokehold you had on him and it boosted your ego. you wanted to make him feel good, wanted him to praise you for being his good girl and taking his cum. you wanted all of him, you felt like you were possessed.

you smirked, your impatience getting to you to make him cum hard and fast as you took him whole in your mouth, stuffing your face. you tried to breath through your nose, tried to not choke yourself as you stayed there, you felt the tip of his cock grazing down your throat. letting him slip out of your mouth, you grabbed his dick in your hand, coating it with the mix of your saliva and his pre cum.

you put your mouth back on, swallowing him, trying to do it fast, he sometimes slipped out of your mouth and you kept whining every time it happened, which was fun to watch. you grabbed the base of his cock and forced him down your throat, your eyes watering at the sensation of slight burn.

“you can’t even suck a cock.” he dispraised you, which made you so sad. all you wanted was to take his cum like the good girl you were and you couldn’t even do that due to the pleasure taking control over your body.

“i’ll be good, i promise.” you kissed his v line, feeling him reacting to your touch as he shivered.

“get up.” he sighed, him also getting up in the process. “why these are still on?” he asked, almost in an offended way, pointing at your panties as you stood in front of him. you tried to mouth a ‘i don’t know’ but your voice croaked in your throat. his fingers tucked in the strings of them, helping you get out of the sticky material.

he got closer to you, lifting your chin up to stare at your face. he swore he saw stars in your eyes as you looked at him all hazy, he also knew what he needed to deal with after this was all over. he was glad you felt safe with him and trusted him.

“what a pretty face.” he almost mumbled to himself, leaning in to give open mouthed kisses to your jaw and cheekbone. you were pushed deeper into your sub drop with the compliment he gave you, smiling silly at the situation. he stroked the side of your cheek. “go on angel, lay on your stomach and wait for me, alright?” he said as his thumb brushed over your lips roughly before smashing his lips to yours to taste himself. “i’ll take good care of you, my angel.”

you made your way to the bed again, earning another slap on your ass. you stepped onto bed on all fours, crawled yourself until you reached the head rest, and then you laid down, hugging the pillow underneath, the warmth of the pillow against your cheek made you all sleepy, you let out low whimpers, rubbing your core on the bed unintentionally as you waited for him to get back.

you heard a foil packet ripping which made you rub your thighs in anticipation this time. he caught you rubbing yourself on the bed and smearing your wetness everywhere as your eyes were closed and your lips parted softly. when he referred you as his angel, he was right, no matter how fucking erotic the moments he had with you, you looked like an angel.

when he positioned himself on the bed, his both hands grabbed the back of your ankles, gliding his hands up slowly up to your bare ass. you yelped when you felt his teeth harshly biting down on your ass cheek. “so pretty.” he mumbled to himself before he parted your legs, watching your arousal dripping down to the sheets.

he kept biting down your back and under your shoulder blades, leaving his teeth marks all over your skin along with the print of his hand on your ass.

his hand fell hard down on your pussy and you bit your lips in pleasure. the way you reacted to every single thing he tried on you mesmerized him, he never thought you would be so fucking dirty in bed. and such a little sub, opposite of what you look from outside.

“bend your knees.” he commanded, making your ass stay up in the air while your face was still pressed on to the pillow as you hugged it. “you like the pillow, angel?” he smiled but you didn’t get to see that when you nodded to him. leaning down, going against his own words, he licked a bold stripe of your dripping cunt, coating his tongue with your wetness. you moaned so loudly, it sounded pornographic, being shocked at himself that he made a woman made such noises.

he hummed out loud, savoring your taste in his mouth, your sticky substance warm and almost sweet, perfectly fitting your personality. he pressed his fingers on your clit and put his open mouth under your hole, wanting to get more of you, he started rubbing your clit in a brutal pace, making your breath hitch on your throat, until a bolt of cum dribbled down onto his tongue.

he smiled as he turned it in his mouth one or two times before he spat it down back on your hole, watching it drip down your thighs.

the nonstop teasing and pleasure, the way it was just so raw and dirty clouded your mind, you weren’t even aware of the sounds you were letting out, you only knew they weren’t humanly anymore. you felt like an animal in the wild with the way he was making you feel.

“please…” you managed to let out a word.

he caressed the side of your hips, to make you relax. he was going to give you what you needed the most from the beginning of your night together.

he aligned his cock with your entrance, and your needy cunt literally sucked him in, he bottomed you out in first thrust with ease, both of you letting out the loudest moan of the night.

“fucking hell.” he watched himself disappearing in your cunt, his balls hitting your hips with every thrust. he grabbed your waist to hold you in place before he started fucking you in a fast pace, the sound of skin slapping and your screams mixing in the air. you fucked yourself back on his back with the last remains of strength you had, his dick pushing your g-spot every time he plunged back into your heat.

“even with condom, you feel like heaven.” he leaned down, wrapping his arms under your boobs and pulling your back to his chest. his hand covered your one tit, as his forearm was over the other as he held you up with a tight grip, now he felt like he was in your guts from the position which he was fucking up into you ruthlessly. he turned your face to him, kissing you, when his hips were slapping yours, you heard him mumbling some profanities into your mouth.

your head fell back to his shoulder, your hips unintentionally lowering up and down to follow his rhythm, and his teeth sinking down on your shoulders until you felt your stomach growing with the similar sensation.

he put his one hand on your lower stomach, feeling his bulge there, his cock twitched, alarming that he is so close. when your head was still on his shoulder, you tilted your head and licked under his ear before you whispered.

“you ruined me, so now, get rid of that condom and ruin me properly.”

he stilled inside of you for a second as he stared at your face, scanning your expression. you pulled his face to yours and kissed his lips, “please, daddy,”

he slipped himself out of you, was easy due to your slick walls before you turned around and laid on your back now, opening your legs, showing him you are patiently waiting for his cum. that’s when you heard the praise you longed for the whole night.

“such a good girl, opened her legs just for daddy to give her a creampie.”

“mhmm.” you hummed, nodding to his words before he slid into your wet cunt again, making you feel every detail of his beautiful cock inside your velvety walls.

“you are so big.” you cried out, his forceful thrusts going to the deepest parts of you as he forced your legs open. this way he was going deep inside and the pleasure mixed with pain sent you over the edge.

his lustful brown eyes stared at yours when couldn’t hold it back anymore and cummed, your legs shaking so bad that he had to hold them in place, your mouth opened with the dirtiest moans coming out, your walls cramping around his cock uncontrollably. you felt yourself trying to ooze out from your clogged hole and you felt stuffed even before his cum.

“creamed all over my cock like the good girl you are.” he moaned, burying his face to your neck as he started with short forceful thrusts in and out, your cries out of over sensitivity filling his ears before he plunged back in and stilled there, spurting his hot cum in the deepest part of your cunt and painting your walls.

you were both panting irregularly, your drop took over your body completely after you cummed hard and him keep giving you more thrusts so he would cum too pushed you over to the edge, you were a needy mess now.

as his face was still buried in your neck, your arms wrapped around his back, rubbing your nose against his skin as you begged for his attention and love. he knew how sub drop worked and thank god he experienced it before— both himself and both his partners so he knew how to take good care of you.

he snaked his arms under your waist gently, pulling your chest to his to pepper your neck with kisses. “my angel, you did so good.” he made you sit on his lap, didn’t take his dick out of you yet. “my good girl.” he kissed the top of your head, resting your chin on his shoulder as you silently sobbed out of sensations rising.

“ssshh, daddy will take good care of you now, my beautiful girl, you are simply amazing.” he cooed, running his hands up and down your spine.

he kissed away your tears, “you look so pretty when you cry, do you know how gorgeous you are?”

he complimented you for a while, making you turn into putty in his arms, until you relaxed, your breathing turned into its normal rhythm. your eyelids were slowly closing, but he didn’t want you to sleep when he was still inside of you. you wrapped your arms around his neck tighter, giving a kiss to his shoulder.

“thank you.” you managed to mumble. you were in a stranger’s arms after all, after he fucked you so good that he sent you into subspace and he was the one to bring you back with his compliments enveloping your presence like sugar coat. he made you feel safe, that was for sure. no matter what happens, this experience was going to be something you will never forget, even if you tried to.

“are you feeling better?” he pushed your sweaty strands of hair behind your face, feeling your temperature in the meantime.

you nodded, looking down, because you were getting shy of how he was treating you right now, complete opposite of what he was 10 minutes ago.

“will you be able to get up, princess?” he asked in a small voice, still trying to choose his words carefully just to not trigger you accidentally. the nickname gave you goosebumps before you rested your forehead to his and tried to move on his cock, he understood you weren’t.

“no, no.” he held you tight, stopping you from moving. “no more, angel, we will take a bath now.” he caressed your cheek before he slowly laid you down on the bed, distracting you with soft kisses before he slipped out of your hole. you still whined at the loss of contact, your hands trying to touch his body and he let you.

“here is your pillow, baby.” he handed you the pillow you liked so much. “hold this when i fill the bath for you, okay?” you smiled and nodded, hugging your pillow that smelled like him, wrapping your leg over it. “don’t sleep.” he giggled, his laugh sending waves down your body.

he quickly went to the bathroom and found some good smelling shower gel to bubble up the tub. he checked if the water was warm and left to check on you as it get filled.

your eyes were open as you stared at the ceiling, still holding your pillow, your neck decorated with his assaults on your skin. your smooth hair sprawled on the bed, your glossy eyes all big and innocent as you were laying down.

he ducked down near the bed, tracing your leg with his finger gently to get your attention. your eyes sparkled when you realized he wasn’t gone, even though he told you he wasn’t going anywhere. he smiled softly at you, giving you the treatment you want as he touched you. “pretty.” he mumbled, bopping your nose with his index finger, making your cheeks color in red.

“do you really think i am pretty?” your voice sounded weak as you stared at his eyes. this only made him chuckle because, how could you even doubt how pretty you were, to him you were dropped dead gorgeous. “you are the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen.” he kissed the corner of your lips before his hands tucked under your thighs and back, carrying you to the bathroom. your last acts of neediness came out when you tried to kiss his neck and he kindly told you off as much as he could before he carefully placed you in the bathtub.

your arms didn’t let go of his when he tried to get up. “please, stay with me here.” you asked, wanting him to be against your back and feel his warmth enveloping you.

when he realized your actions turned back into normal every second and your non coherent mumblings came to a stop, and you were just a girl who was pleased to be fucked hard by him, he decided to get in and sat back to you.

he pulled you to his chest, as you wished, and wrapped his arms around your waist, locking his fingers in front of you and placing his chin on your shoulder. you looked down at his hands, his first feature that got your attention in the club.

“is the water warm enough?” he asked almost in a shy way, which made you surprised because was this really the same guy who fucked you into a sub drop?

“it’s perfect, thank you.” you beamed at him, assuring him you are all good.

after the long bath you had, you still insisted of him to stay with you, being scared of how your body would react throughout the night. he accepted your offer even though it is not something he usually does, even taking long baths with one night stands wasn’t his thing, but the classic scorpio man that he is, after destroying you so good, he wanted to take care of you.

you fell asleep on a different pillow, since the other one was wet with your tears and cum as he laid down next to you watch you sleep peacefully. he wasn’t sure how this was going to fold on monday but he tried to push his thoughts away, not when the most beautiful girl he laid eyes on was beside him.

he pulled your sleeping body to his side and buried his nose in the crook of your neck, you smelled like you were sprayed with angel dust, he knew no one could make him the same way again after what you had together.

jake, drifted off to sleep, accepting the fact that you had no idea who he was.

next morning, you woke up alone in the hotel room. between of your legs ached in pain, and your head was dizzy like you were recovering from a hangover. the flashbacks of the night before sent tingles to your pussy. you had the best night of your life.

he was what you craved and you already wanted him between your legs again, it was a shame he was already gone. you huffed, checking the time on your phone before you turned around in bed and saw his pillow on your side, a note was left on top of it. your eyebrows furrowed as you took the note in your heads, seeing his messy handwriting, you immediately thought it matched his love making style.

“thank you for everything, angel.” -J

you let out a loud whine when he didn’t even bothered to give you his number nor his name, you fueled with anger as you got up from bed and ripped the paper, you felt like a burden, obviously tiring him enough last night so you thought he never wanted to see you again.

after leaving the hotel, you took a cab to go back to your apartment, it was a sunny sunday morning and all you wanted to do was lay all day and maybe take a warm bath again, and take pain killers too. you still felt so tired.

your stomach writhed when you realized you never going to see him again. he made you feel so good, he gave you everything you needed. you wanted him so badly that you tried to manifest him back into your life when you got home. he got your head spinning for sure, you felt like a crazy person with burning sage in your hand, mumbling words, “J will find his way to me.”

you wanted J more than anything, not because you fell in love with him but because you wanted to know the man that made you feel good and gave you the best night of your life. you wanted to return his favors to him, make him feel good again and moan his actual name when he makes love to you.

you wondered about who was he, how old was he, he seemed a little younger than you maybe 2 years? you couldn’t quite guess. his smell was intoxicating which made you crave of him more, you wanted to find a perfume store and smell every possible cologne out stock and buy a bottle, spray it on your pillows for it to feel like him. like his body.

“J…” you mumbled to yourself, going to bed with thoughts of him clouding your mind. the previous nights replayed in your dreams, the way his body felt against you, the way his eyes sparkled with excitement when you told him to fuck you raw and his pretty fingers rubbing along your folds. you woke up in the middle of the night, finding yourself doing something you don’t usually do, your fingers knuckles deep in your cunt, trying to feel something. you turned around, laying on your stomach to recreate the same scenario without him, hugging your pillow with one hand as the other fingered your needy cunt eagerly. your lips parted with his name, the only thing he left you, J…

when you were done and feeling dirtier than ever, you went to took a cold shower to ease your feelings. your body was aching to have him again and you didn’t know how you were going to manage continue living your life without him. you examined the teeth marks on your ass and back, carrying him with you made you feel good for a while until you accepted the hard fact that they will be gone in few days.

the next day, you got ready for work and left your flat. your walking was a little bit better today and your heels were back on your feet since they didn’t like employees wearing trainers a lot. you drove your car to work as usual, finding yourself biting your lip at the memories your mind flashed in front of your eyes. you turned on your radio to distract your thoughts and focused on the road until you arrived.

getting inside of the lobby of the company you worked for, you made your route to the elevators, waiting for it to open to get to your floor.

once the door was opened, you saw the classic faces, two girls who worked in your department which you always caught gossiping and saw your boss scolded an hundred times. the weird old accountant chief who tried to hit on you once after the annual dinner of the company and the new software dude who you never even saw his face before, whenever you saw him, he was always on his computer writing codes like he is hacking the national bank or something and his staple piece was always his oversized hoodie covering his hair and his earphones on top of it.

as all the people were standing behind you, waiting for the lift to get to your floor, you suddenly felt goosebumps on your skin, your sensations rising suddenly with the familiar scent filling your nostrils. ‘J!!!!!’ your brain screamed at you. the same woody musky warmth made you feel at ease, ‘please i just arrived at work’ you tried to fight back your thoughts. you were feeling him out of nowhere, you thought, maybe you were losing your mind.

when the elevator door opened with a ding! sound, you got out, going straight to your desk to sit and collect your thoughts. you were missing him so much, and this one sided connection you had to him was causing aches in your heart. he was probably with another girl yesterday night when you were pathetically fingering yourself at the thought of him.

you cringed at the thought so badly. you couldn’t believe a man was making you feel this way.

after working for a while, your boss called you up to his room, which was on the same floor as engineering department, only one floor up from yours. your heels were hurting your feet a little but since he called you urgent you climbed the stairs quickly to go to his office for the meeting. for the sake of your sanity, it didn’t last that long, walking in heels started being a struggle for between your legs as well, you wished you had your home slippers.

whining and swearing you went to the stairs, them looking even more steep now since you were looking down, it was always hard for you to go down stairs then going up. you stepped down and thinking you got it until you were only few steps back from your floor when you heard that similar scent again, panicked all of a sudden and twisted your ankle. the sound of your heel breaking echoed in your head as you realized you were about to hit ground in milliseconds, until, two strong arms caught you from your waist, his one hand under your head to protect you incase you would hit your head on the ground.

“angel, i didn’t know you were so clumsy.”

his eyes met your gaze, the soft material of his hoodie was not on his head anymore and his headphones were on his neck, a beautiful smile was plastered on his lips. the cologne was not your mind projecting things, J was in the elevator with you, J was the guy who prevented you falling down.

J was the guy who you didn’t even bother to look at once, the nerdy engineer who you never saw him talk with anyone before.

“J…” you squinted your eyes, staring up at him hazily.

“jake.” he corrected you. “my name, is jake.”

to be continued

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whysodelirious08 · 2 years ago

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Ok so I saw you wanted ideas for Eddie Munson and Slashers (my beloved men) so I have a request if you’re comfortable with it. Maybe Eddie doing some simple romantic physical affection with a male or gn reader and the reader starts to cry because they never thought they’d ever be loved enough to feel that? idk I need fluff

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MINOR FRIENDLY!

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Pairing: Boyfriend!Eddie Munson x male reader

Genre: FLUFF

TW: none I don't think. Minor friendly!

Word count: 1.1k

A/N: its short and sweet. Hope that this is okay and what you were looking for. I can edit and add onto it if you want more. Just comment!

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You hadn't really felt…close with anyone. Not even your parents in the physical way. Not for any particular reason but just life got busy and you were the eldest now. The time for cuddles and close family moments had been gone for a while though no ones fault specifically. Everyone was just getting on with their lives and you had grown used to the lack of touch up until you met Eddie Munson. At first he intimidated you with his appearance and dramatic speech in the cafeteria but you two became unlikely friends that year and you both graduated finally. Due to your work schedule sitting closely with your school one, you didn't take after school classes to catch up on your grades, instead you did that during the quiet moments at the photo printing shop. You barely passed but passed you did, renting a Polaroid camera for the day on graduation.

And that Polaroid picture of you and Eddie in your gowns and hats was put on his fridge, he had stuck it there moments before you had kissed him. You both were a little drunk, Alcohol being the drink of choice for the mini celebrations you and Eddie had held in his trailer while his under was out. Nothing else happened that night and you went home worrying that you had messed everything up. Eddie finding you that day to talk things over, equally as worried as you about the whole thing. The two of you had started dating on the down low, testing the waters without fully diving into the relationship. You hadn't ever liked a guy before…and Eddie didn't seem like he he'd dated one before. He had told you openly he had hooked up with guys but that was it.

This particular night was Halloween, the two of you were getting dressed up. He was Doc and you were Marty, having won in heads and tails since Eddie wanted to dress up like Ozzy and for you to dress as a bat but you weren't having it. You were almost traumatised by the story he told you of it. And thought it was a in bad taste to dress up like that. You were a bit shorter than Eddie which made the portrayal of the characters even better.

"Hey- Eddie? About that trip-" you started as you sat on Eddie's bedroom floor, him in the bathroom before you heard Eddie arrive in the doorframe.

"Yeah? What's up?" He asked, his smile fading when he noticed how your face had dropped from the beaming smile you had before he left the bedroom five minutes ago.

"It's just…you're going away for two weeks…I'm going to miss you. I don't have anyone else and people are already talking-" You couldn't help but ramble, eyes locked on to Eddie's before down to your lap, shaking your head at your patheticness. You should make Eddie feel guilty, you knew better than that bur these last few months had been bliss. You two had been taking real slow. You had kissed once or twice but that was it. You were so thankful with how slow and gentle Eddie was being for you.

"Let them talk. You're mine and I don't care what other people are saying. And you know I'll miss you. I'll call you every chance I get. I'll send lots of post cards and hell, I'll buy a Polaroid camera just to collect pictures for that photo album you're making" Eddie told you in the sweetest, softest voice. Kneeling beside you as he pulled you into his chest, placing a soft kiss on top of your styled hair. You felt a rush of warmth, comfort from Eddie's words, you nuzzled into his chest, a thick smell of cigarettes entered your nose but you didn't care too much, just enjoying the warmth that radiated off Eddie. You felt his ring bare hand rub your back through the thin fabric of your shirt.

"You promise? You'll call when you can?" You repeated his words, you needed that confirmation before your uneasy mind would settle. You knew you asked a lot of Eddie yet he never seemed to mind. In fact it seemed as if he took pleasure in making sure you were okay which was new for you.

"I promise. Here, why don't you wear this until I get back. I'll be leaving early tomorrow, before I'll get a chance to meet and say goodbye but I'll leave a voice message on your house phone" Eddie said in a quiet, hushed voice. His fingers hooking his guitar pick necklace over his head and onto yours. You knew how much this meant to Eddie, you never saw home without it yet he was temporarily giving it to you. A silence fell upon the room and your eyes stayed locked onto the necklace while your fingers traced the engraving on the back. And then you felt it. The tears. The thick tears welling up in your eyes and running down your face. How could a man who has given you everything you could ever want, ever need still be so utterly selfless as to give you something to comfort you while he was away. Something that gave Eddie comfort.

"I can't- this necklace it means everything to you" You whispered, glancing up though your eyes didn't stay long as you moved to take it off and hand it back. A finger met your chin and forced you to look at the brown doe eyed boy.

"Maybe. But you mean everything to me too. I know you'll keep it safe. And I know you'll be here waiting for me the moment I get back." Eddie almost spoke in a whisper, pulling you into a kiss, featherlight, almost as if he were scared you would break under any amount of pressure.

The tears still fell, each one he gently wiped away with his calloused thumb against your own delicate cheek. He held you close and rubbed circles in to your back while you let your emotions settle and rise. He was patient most of all. You hadn't ever had someone do such nice things for you. The way Eddie would make the effort to serve you homemade pancakes when you stayed over his. They way he brought only the movies you were interested in to watch even you were at the video rental store. The way he would stare endlessly at you until your cheeks were red and you'd swat his arm and earn a kiss on the cheek and a chuckle.

No one had ever treated you the way Eddie did. No one had ever taken such consideration the way he did. He looked at you as if you were the antidote to any bad thing in his life. All he wanted.

Was you.

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midgardianweasley · 4 years ago

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Your grace! Bless us with a Natasha x reader where the team is invited to a wedding by a close friend of Tony’s. Then when the bridal bouquet is thrown, the bride throws it too hard where reader accidentally catches it and the team is just going “Oooooh!” And reader is like “I’m not even in a relationship!” But the team know in secret that reader and Natasha have feelings for each other but are too dumb to know. Just funniness and fluff! 🥰😍 (Your writing is brilliant btw!)

I loved this request!! I hope i did it justice <3

it’s a wedding thing

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

^idk Nat, you tell me^

Summary: When the Avengers get invited to a close friend of Tony's wedding, what hidden feelings will surface? What relationships will bloom? Who will be the next bride?

Warnings: none!

word count: 4.1k

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“Alright gang, this one’s for all of us, we all listening?”

A cluster of ‘yes’ ‘go on’ ‘come on Tony’ filled the room, everyone eager to hear what the fancy envelope held inside. It was amusing to watch Tony take advantage of everyone’s excitement, slowly peeling the envelope, gasping when he pulled the letter out of the casing slightly, not letting anyone else see what was written on it.

You, Natasha and Wanda all seemed to share a look of amusement at the dramatics and the almost visible frustration coming off of everyone. It was like watching children try to wait patiently for sweets in a shop, almost completely off of their seats. It wasn’t until Tony noticed that Pepper was giving him a warning look, that he, begrudgingly, hurried up and announced what was written on the letter.

“Wow. Caleb’s getting married.” He spoke, eyebrows raised in surprise. “And he’s invited the team.”

“Well, I’m not going.” A voice spoke from the corner of the room, clearly un-amused by what was currently going on.

“Luckily for you, I don’t see ‘reindeer games’ anywhere on the invitation. So you’re off the hook.” He replied with a tight lipped smile, Thor had been visiting recently to see Jane and pay the avengers a visit and wanted to bring Loki to meet her.

‘A pleasant trip’ Thor said.

‘A living hell’ Tony corrected.

It got a laugh out of the team though. Nat and I especially. We’d spent the last couple of nights in each other’s bedrooms, making a list about our favourite moments through the day where Tony and Loki clashed, making stupid insults towards the other. I think it’s safe to say that we went through multiple bags of popcorn over the nights, though you were both thankful it was there, it was the only thing muffling the laughter, if it hadn't, you’re almost certain the entire compound would have woken up at the sound of our laughter.

You nudged Natasha’s side gently, the bicker between the two men still continuing.

“Hey, Nat.” She turned and tilted her head questioningly.

“So we know how a physical fight between those two worked out. But, if they had to compete in a rap battle, who do you think would win?”

Her face immediately lit up, eyes sparkling which only enhanced their beauty, you could almost feel the cogs turning in her head, trying to go through every logical option.

“Well. Loki seems pretty well spoken, so vocabulary wise, I think he’d be strong. But Tony is sarcastic which can help with quick quips. But then again, Loki-”

“Hey lovebirds, Romanoff, Y/L/N” Tony clicked his fingers, earning himself a pair of eyerolls at the term he’d used. “Anything you wanna share with the team, or can we move on?”

“Actually-”

“Overridden. Moving on.”

You looked towards Natasha, snickering slightly at how blunt he’s being, Loki having found his way under his skin again. A part of you felt bad for the man, but that feeling is soon replaced by amusement. It was obvious Nat felt the same way, her sharing the same expression as you, although, you could hide yours much better. She had to physically put her hand over her mouth in the hopes the man wouldn’t notice her.

“So, the wedding is next week, a little short notice but when do we ever have enough notice, who’s in?”

Looking around the room, there were a handful of nods, each looking to see who else was going to go. You looked towards Nat again to see if she was planning on attending, only to find her already staring at you.

“So Y/L/N, up for a wedding?”

“It would be a nice change of pace. Are you going?”

“Only if you are” You blushed slightly at the response.

“Better get your nicest dress on Romanoff.” You winked, her turn to blush and focus back on what the rest of the group was saying.

“It’s probably easy if I list couples first on the RSVP and then the singles.” Tony took a glance around the table, mentally taking note of those who had shown signs of agreement. “So there’ll be Wanda and Vision, Legolas and his wife, Romanoff and Y/L/N, Thor and Jane-” You felt your face morph into one of confusion.

“Woah woah, Tony, back up, what did you say?”

“Thor and Jane, they’re-”

“Before that.”

“I’ve said this before Y/N, Legolas isn’t actually real. I meant Clint.”

“Very funny.” He held a proud smirk. “Romanoff and I aren’t a couple”

You wish.

“That’s not what Rogers said when he saw you both cuddling up on the sofa last night.” Before you had a chance to look in Steve’s direction, you could practically feel the daggers Nat was sending him, making his face cringe slightly and his back straighten.

“That’s what Rogers said, is it?” She spoke, tilting her head in question. You knew she was partly joking, but you’d still decided to intervene before anyone lost any limbs.

“My head fell onto her shoulder when I dozed off during our movie. It wasn’t ‘cuddling’ , thank you very much.” You laughed, internally wishing that Steve’s words were true.

“See? So cut it out.” Steve put his hands up in surrender, despite having a cheeky grin on his face.

“Okay okay. Fine!” The billionaire said, writing something on the envelope. “I’ll just put ‘couple pending’” He muttered

“Stark!”

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You and the girls had just come back from dress shopping, all three of you had spent the whole day in and out of different shops, hours in dressing rooms and your voices were almost completely gone with how often you were telling each other, ‘that looks stunning’ ‘that’s the one!’ and the most common one by the end of the trip; ‘please just pick a dress so we can go home and nap’. That one was from our very own black widow, her patience wore a little thin after 8 hours of staring at dresses.

You had gone through all the colours and styles while you were out, ranging from classy jumpsuits to figure hugging dresses that felt like a second skin. Wanda and Natasha had chosen their dresses and were eager to find you one, and what a mission that was.

“I promise you, we’re not going home until we find this dress, okay?”

“Wanda’s right. We’ll stay out until they all shut if we have to. But, let’s make that a last resort.” Natasha eyed you both warily.

You’d been walking around for hours now. Each dress you tried on had potential, but there was always something that didn’t sit right with you. It was either too baggy, too tight, the cut wasn’t appealing, the length wasn’t ideal, it was starting to feel hopeless. You’d even suggested just going in your pyjamas, but Wanda’s death glare had made it clear that wasn’t an option.

You and Natasha were both dragging your feet, Wanda still having a slight spring in her step as you walked into the final shop and picking up a couple of dresses before then going into the dressing room to try them on.

The first two were okay, but you weren’t a fan. Then there was the third one. The third one was a gorgeous Y/F/C dress that fell just past your knees, it had thin straps and the skirt was simple and loose so that when you spun around in it, you felt like a princess. You looked in the mirror and you adored the reflection, you still wanted the others opinions though, though you didn’t doubt that they’d feel the same way.

Pulling the curtain back and gaining their attention from where they were looking elsewhere, you smiled when you saw their reaction, more specifically, Natasha’s. Wanda was complimentary, walking up and feeling the fabric, gushing about how beautiful you looked, but you barely heard it, too focused on the redhead sitting in front of you, her eyes glazed over and her jaw almost on the floor, completely zoned out on you.

“This dress is it, Y/N, you have to get it! Nat? What do you think?” Her head shook, bringing herself back to reality and briefly meeting your eyes, only to quickly dart between You, Wanda and your dress in an attempt to compose herself.

“Yeah, I mean, wow, you look- wow.” Her hands flailed in your direction. You’d knocked the assassin speechless. Wanda rolled her eyes playfully at the interaction. She’d known about you and Nat’s feelings for each other for a month or two now, silently cursing the both of you when there was an opportunity to confess, yet never did. It was obvious to the rest of the team, why were neither of you picking up on it?

Keeping quiet, she ushered you back into the changing room, much to Natasha’s relief, both because she wanted to head back to the compound and she wasn’t sure how much longer she would’ve lasted seeing you standing there looking literally flawless. She always thought you looked amazing, but there was something about the way you looked in front of her just then that made her brain feel like a haze.

It was pretty safe to say,

You bought the dress.

Collapsing on your bed, dropping your bags to the side and letting out a loud sigh, you heard your door shut and someone fall into the chair by the window. You already knew who it was.

“I’m exhausted.” The woman groaned, rubbing her hands up and down her face to attempt to physically remove the tiredness from her body.

“Sorry for dragging you around for so long, I just-”

“Hey, no, don’t apologise for that. We all said we’d find the perfect dress, and it was worth the wait.” Heat rose to your cheeks at her words.

“You really think I looked good?”

Natasha could sense your underlying tone of doubt, unsure as to why you would doubt her opinion, she’d always been honest with you. Nonetheless, she heaved herself out of her seat and made her way to the end of the bed, kneeling down so that your now sat up figure could look down into her eyes, with her hands on each side of your face to focus you on her and her alone.

“I wouldn’t lie to you, okay? You looked incredible and I'm sure you’ll look even better at this wedding on Saturday, if that’s even possible.” You let out a small chuckle at her words as a smile made its way onto her face.

“You’ll be the prettiest one there.”

“Better not tell the Bride you said that, Nat.” She laughed, looking down for only a few seconds before looking at you again.

“We’ll make that our secret.” You nodded in silent agreement, grateful that she’d made you feel so reassured.

“Thank you, Tasha.”

“You’re more than welcome, sweetheart.” She replied.

You were so lost in her words, you hadn’t realised how close her face had gotten to yours, and how her eyes swapped between your eyes and your lips. You didn’t realise how she subconsciously had kept edging towards you, hands trembling a little with every inch closer she gets.

She wanted to kiss you. Every nerve in her body was almost electrified with the temptation to just move her lips over yours and become one. Her pulse raced, almost to prepare her for doing so. Which is why she wanted to kick herself with a pair of her highest heels when she uttered her next words.

“We should get some sleep.”

You broke out of your trance, jumping backwards slightly when noticing limited space between you both. You awkwardly coughed as she stood, heading back over to her chair to grab her bag and return to her room.

“Yeah, yeah of course. Big today, rest is probably a good idea.” You both nodded, she was already one foot out of the door when she gave you a small ‘goodnight’ and left, not waiting to hear you say it back.

Just like you hadn’t realised her actions early, you were oblivious to her hitting her head off of the wall in the corridor just outside of your room, wondering why she’d backed away. Where was Thor’s hammer when you needed to knock some sense into yourself? She thought before dragging herself back to her room where she would fall asleep, unable to get you out of her head.

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“Right! Headcount before we go in! And I want us all on our best behaviour Avengers, this is a wedding” Steve had completely lost you after ‘Headcount’. Not only are most of you fully grown adults, sorry Peter, but he seems to be oblivious to the fact that some of you were wearing high heels, and patience in high heels had an expiry date.

“Y’know, if he doesn’t let us in soon, I’m not afraid to threaten him with his own shield.” You heard a whisper just behind your ear, smirking at the comment.

“I’ll join you.” You answered, Bruce and Clint sharing a knowing look from afar when watching the two of you have your own quiet conversation, though short lived when they saw Natasha’s head move in their direction, their gaze coming to a halt so as to avoid any conflict with their teammate.

You guys could try to hide it all you want, but your entire team knows better than that, they just had to wait it out until you both finally admitted it to the other.

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You and the Avenger’s were currently sitting at a guest table, now in the reception part of the evening. The ceremony was beautiful, the bride wore a crisp white ball gown with her makeup and hair done to perfection, the groom looking like a prince in his black tux and a look full of adoration towards his wife to be painted on his face.

Their looks weren’t the best part of it though. The clothes and the accessories were lovely, of course. But all you could focus on was the love shared between them as they shared their vows telling the other how they believed they were each other's soulmate, and that they promised to always be the other’s rock. You’d found yourself with tears in your eyes, barely able to appreciate the sight with how blurry your vision was now. They finally fell when they said their ‘I do’s’, feeling only happiness for the newlyweds.

Although marriage hadn’t been something you always thought about, you’d hoped that you would meet your special someone and settle down, retire from the missions, the battles, the superhero lifestyle and just be with your soulmate for the rest of your days.

Despite not being a couple, whenever you thought of the person you wanted to spend the rest of your time with, there was only one person that came to mind. And she stood right in front of you throughout the ceremony, comforting a sobbing demi-god while he was also trying to explain to Vision why he was in floods of tears.

Music filled the room, upbeat, but calm enough for the couples on the dancefloor to sway gently to the beat, soft lights occasionally shining on them as they danced, the bride and groom being one of them. You smiled gently at the sight, feeling dreadfully single with all of the love in the room, but grateful that you could see so many people look so content and in love with their significant other.

An elbow could suddenly be felt in your side, pulling you from your thoughts to instead be met with gorgeous green eyes and a bold red smirk.

“Penny for your thoughts?” She leaned in, curiosity clouding her mind.

“Nothing much up there really.” You glanced back at the dance floor quickly. “I’m just happy to see everyone so happy.”

Natasha followed your direction of where you were looking, an idea soon popped into her head. She was going to ask you to dance.

Her mouth opened to speak, but as if it was done on purpose, a ‘screech’ echoed in the ballroom, catching everyone’s attention, including taking yours away from hers.

“We’re taking a break from dancing for a minute folks, It’s time for the bride to throw the bouquet!” He announced, soon followed by shrieks and the sound of feet padding on the wooden floor, women all gathering in a small bunch, huddled together as if their lives depended on it as the men all returned to their seats, shaking their heads at the commotion.

Not really wanting to take part, you turned back around again.

“Sorry Nat, what were you-”

“Y/N!” Your head fell as you were interrupted by a very excited Maximoff.

“Y/N! C’mon! We need to do the bouquet toss!” She started to pull you up, refusing to listen to any excuse you could possibly conjure up to avoid having to take part.

Giving the team a desperate look, hoping someone will help you escape, you’re instead met with encouraging and amused faces, including Natasha’s a clear indication that not a single person was going to help you. Traitor’s.

With a half serious eye roll, you quickly grabbed your glass of champagne and kicked off your heels, heading towards the group of screaming women basically crawling on top of one another when the bride was barely up on the ‘stage’ yet. You let Wanda wander off into the group but remained towards the back, sipping from your glass and sending the occasional sneaky glare towards your table.

“You guys ready?” The bride yelled, only to be met with more screams and a faint chorus of ‘yes’ heard among it as they all threw their hands higher. Wanda saw you were just stood there, and subtly used her powers to raise your hand, earning loud laughs and cheers from the Avengers, taking great joy in the scene unfolding in front of them.

“Okay! Three...Two..”

You kept your arm up, pretending to be enthusiastic about the toss, when you realistically didn’t really expect much from these kinds of traditions. What you definitely hadn’t expected, was for your figure to stumble backwards as you suddenly felt petals and stems in your palm, a faint feeling of silk brushing against your thumb as your fingers wrapped around the item.

You almost spat out your champagne, eyes widening in shock as you looked to see the arrangement of flowers in your grip, looking up to see women both disheartened and elated at your catch. How the hell had you managed that? You were literally the farthest person away, and on your own! You must’ve been set up. Okay, a bit of a stretch, but still!

“WOOO, Y/L/N IS GETTING MARRIED!”

“WHO’S THE LUCKY SOMEONE Y/N?”

“Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS, Y/N CAUGHT THE FLOWERS.”

The bride noticeably laughed at your friend’s cheers, she hadn’t meant to throw it that far back, her arm just kinda went full force, but seeing the reaction it caused, she didn’t regret it. She didn’t even regret it when she saw the look of embarrassment on your face, as it was soon replaced with a contagious beam as you walked towards them again, a very proud Wanda in tow,

“Guys! Guys! I’m not even in a relationship! I highly doubt i’m the next woman in this room to get married.” You joked

“Well, I wouldn’t be so sure.” Sam laughed “Romanoff, you got an engagement ring handy?” He yelped as a peanut from the centre of the table was thrown at him, and of course with being a trained assassin, Nat had hit him right in the centre of his forehead, earning a dramatic noise of pain to leave his mouth.

These guys will be the death of you.

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After some teasing, the room had filled once again with happy couples dancing, now including some you were very familiar with, one being a genius billionaire playboy philanthropist and his CEO wife, and another being an Asgardian with his Midgardian girlfriend, both gently moving side to side in time with the music.

Letting out a content sigh, you were met once again with the flowers, however, this time, they weren’t on the table, but were held by a gorgeous woman in a flawless navy dress.

“So, I know we aren’t a couple, but, would the future bride like to dance?” She asked, you let out a content sigh, pretending to think it over for a minute.

“Y’know what, I would, thank you for your kind offer.” You took the hand she’d held out for you and led you to the dance floor. While her hands went to your waist, gently tugging you closer, your arms went around her neck, hands interlocking behind her as you, like the others you’d admired all even, swayed.

You’re unsure when it happened, much like a time before, but your head had made its way onto your dance partner's shoulder, your body following suit as it left no room between the two of you, though you weren’t complaining. Neither was the fellow Avenger.

It was peaceful for a period of time, the only sound being the slow music and a quiet chatter of people across the floor. It wasn’t long before you heard the red head above you whisper in your ear once again.

“You really do look amazing tonight, Y/N.” You raised your head so it was directly opposite hers, sending her an appreciative gaze.

“That future fiance of yours is lucky.” She winked.

“Hilarious” You scoffed, fully aware of her humorous tone.

“I know, sometimes I amaze even myself with my jokes.”

“Well, it really is funny, because I honestly don’t see myself getting married anytime soon.” Nat’s eyebrows raised in what could almost be described as confusion.

“And why is that? Do you not want to get married?” Her hands started grazing up and down your waist, like she was comforting you, but really she was bracing herself for what was incoming.

“No, no it’s not that. I just..”

“Just?”

“I don’t think the person i’m interested in, is necessarily interested in me.” Her heart dropped. So you did have someone of interest. She pushed the sinking feeling to the side quickly so that she could respond.

“Right, and why is that?”

“I don’t know. I’ve never seen them make a move. I thought it’d be obvious. I think it has been to some others.” Your eyes wandered, lingering for longer than what was probably appropriate, on Natasha’s plump lips, wondering if you’d ever get to experience what it’d be like to feel them on yours.

This time, Natasha didn’t miss it. She would’ve blamed it on alcohol, saying that she must’ve just imagined it, but she had only consumed a few drops all evening, being too entranced by you didn’t leave much room for hydration. She hadn’t been more thankful, because it made a light bulb go off in her head as the pieces came together in her head of who you were referring to. She didn’t make a move the other night. It was obvious to the team. How could she have been so blind?

You didn’t see it coming, even when your chin was held in her grasp and you saw her face leaning in towards yours, the reality only hitting you when you finally felt what you’d been wanting to feel for the last months, right now. Your surroundings had just disappeared, the only thing that was running through your head, was the way her lips were moving against yours, and the way her lips tasted faintly of vanilla, and how she smelled like her floral perfume she wore for special occasions.

Whooping and cheering brought you both back from your bubble with just the two of you, your head falling just below her chin, her hand stroking your back as you could feel her chuckle bubbling where your head lay. Well, hid. Her arms had muffled their comments, but you had an idea of what they were, probably a mixture of ‘finally!’, ‘i knew it!’ and you’re almost certain you heard a ‘You owe me 20 bucks.’, that one making you shake your head.

Remaining in your hiding spot, that wasn’t very well hidden, but was keeping your bright red face to yourself, a pair of familiar lips lingered right beside your head.

“So, about that bouquet..”

You weren’t getting married, but by the end of the night, you definitely didn’t feel so dreadfully single as you had earlier.

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crystalkleure · 2 years ago

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I have a few Beyburst questions and was wondering if you had any theories/headcanons to answer them

Why Azul/Azure Eye and Violet Eye instead of just Blue Eye and Purple Eye? It's not like they called Red Eye Scarlet Eye or Crimson Eye (Yellow and Gray Eye have the excuse that Gold and Silver were taken)

Why is Kurt's gang made up of clowns?

What was the thought process behind Orb Egis's gimmick? Both irl and in the anime, what was going through their minds when designing it

What is Lodin's workout routine and/or diet?

Why does Fumiya look like anime boy Ronald McDonald (and does this mean that in-universe where "anime boy" isn't how he looks he's just Ronald McDonald?)

Azul because Mexico and also because Azul Eye likes to play with words, and Violet because Violet Eye is pretentious. "Purple" was not special and fancy enough for him.

Clowns are cool and sewer clowns specifically are awesome. Free IT reference.

Evel is the mad scientist that was so preoccupied with whether or not he could that he didn't stop to think whether or not he should. Egis is like that because Evel is inventively insane. I still can't believe that fucking tip actually works exactly as intended IRL.

idk. A lot. Just generally in both regards.

Fumiya looks the way he does because he thinks he looks cool and he is correct. He is the only one capable of pulling off that style because he is completely wholeheartedly self-assured and genuinely truly fully confident in the fact that he looks great while walking around dressed like a french fry carton in public. Also Fumiya likes attention. Circus season's Ringleader. You will look at him and he does not care what he has to do to make you do it.

#Unironic respect for Fumiya. Fumiya looks like how Mindless Self Indulgence sounds.#And given that Fumiya is Fumiya I cannot picture him looking any other way #BeyBurst #Beyblade Burst #.Replies #I think IT was the book that blue lipstick clown was reading in that one scene #They should have shown him closing it when he got up so we could see the cover

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Under Your Skin (JJK x Reader) | 🔞

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Goth/Punk!Jeon Jungkook x Secretary!Shy!Reader

Genre: Tattoo artist!AU, Badboy x Sweetgirl AU, Idk what else

Tags/Warnings: Ultimate goodboy Kook, He looks grr but is actually sweet, shy reader, smol reader, Kookers is WHIPPED, Also a tease, Dom!Jungkook because how could I not, Sub!Reader, Babygirl!Reader, Its not heavy on the whole ddlg-stuff but yeah they be having some vibes y'know, don't come @ me don't I'm not forcing you to read it lol, anyways moving on, because smut, yes I mean it's my content, and yall nasty admit it, slight hair pulling, manhandling also only a little, oral (f & m receiving), praising, mentions of emotional and physical insecurities, but Kook be supportive so we good, back to the nasty, body worship yes pls, biting, fingering, because why not, protected sex because we keep it clean in this household, light-hearted sex, kook being a romantic goof, yeah I think thats it?

Summary: Jungkook looks like absolute trouble; like one wrong look could set him off, and turn him into an absolute murderer. But oh well, ever heard the phrase 'Never judge a book by its cover'?

A/N: you might have noticed me only putting one emoji up top. I have decided to from now on only mark my adult fics with emojis (which is basically almost every single one lets be real). Also; stop reading my fucking fics if any of the tagged/warned things make you uncomfortable. I'm tired of everyone clowning in my inbox telling me how disgusting ddlg/smut content is. You can't even tell me you 'read it by accident' because that's why I'm always putting the cut underneath my fics =) so pls go finish preschool and then we can maybe shake hands. Maybe not. Covid and all. Yeah.

On the outside, Jeon Jungkook seems like absolute trouble.

He's working at a tattoo and piercing studio, dresses in all black, clattering chains and heavy boots always alerting everyone around of his presence. His long black hair is never truly tamed, his nails painted black, and his face expressionless most of the time. He's a talented artist and well trained piercer, always visiting conventions to keep up with the newest trends, styles, and equipment there is. He takes his job seriously- and is proud of it, knowing that he had proven his family wrong by now. They had been worried about him; especially his mother had scolded him that he shouldn't throw his time away trying to make it in a world of art many had already failed. But last year, he had finally invited them over to his rather nice apartment, showing them that he was living a good life, with nothing to really worry about.

Jungkook had made it.

Well, not quite.

Because as of currently, Jungkook had a new mission, a new goal.

"Ah, Jungkook!" You say, eyes sparkling as you smile at him when he enters the shop he works at. You had recently started to work there as well, since Taehyung was absolute shit at keeping files in order and track of schedules. You hadn't applied for the job specifically, that's at least what his coworker had told him- he had known you prior already, and was aware that you had wanted a change these days.

And Jungkook had been painfully crushing on you ever since you started.

"Your schedule for the week is already here- I uhm.. didn't put it on your desk cause, I didn't want to intrude your space and all.." You say, giving him a small black booklet where you always noted down his appointments. He appreciated it a lot- knowing how much of a hassle it could be to move dates back and forth just to somehow make it fit. You always made sure that he had enough time in between multiple daily pieces in case something took longer or less so you could make sure to be able to move things accordingly. You didn't want him to get overworked, you had said. He had smiled.

"Thanks- and you can go inside, no problem." He says, and you nod. "I know you don't make a mess, like someone else here." He says, hinting at Namjoon, who was known to be quite clumsy- yet a mastermind when it came to designing pieces he struggled with. Jungkook stayed at your front desk for a bit, making you tilt your head a bit, as you tried not to stare. He always took so much care of himself, you would have had to be blind not to see how attractive he actually was. But then again, you didn't get your hopes up- after all, he was nice to almost everyone around. "You've never been in there, right?" He asks, and you shake your head. You haven't been in his space at all- too scared to invade his privacy and making him upset in the process. "I mean- you got time right now? I can show you around." He casually tells you, and you look at your computer screen in front of you. Everything had been filed for today- so you probably had a bit of time to spare.

"Sure." You said, taking your phone and standing up from your chair, making sure to lock the pc so no one would accidentally make a mess out of your tabs. Or worse; close them. God knows all hell would break loose.

Jungkook had to really force himself not to let out any noise as you walked next to him.

You were so tiny next to him.

He wasn't that tall to be honest- with Namjoon and Taehyung both taller than him, he knew he was average at best. And for the longest time, he'd had a thing for tall girls, all elegant and confident. He still liked their aesthetic, yes- but now that he spotted you, he could really see the appeal of having a shorter significant other.

You were so cute.

You carefully stepped inside when Jungkook lifted the curtain that was used instead of a door, surprised to see how.. organized everything was. A little.. off- some things seemed to be randomly put somewhere, but in general, it seemed like everything had their proper spot. "I like to have it like this." He comments, and you nod your head to that, finally spotting his tattoo-gun. It was made out of purple steel- polished, and changing its hue depending on how you looked at it. It was absolutely beautiful, even though you had a rather limited understanding of these things. "Was a present from Taehyung last year." Jungkook says, sitting down on his chair. "I never asked- are you inked at all?" He asks, leaning backwards as you stand there a little awkwardly. "You can sit down somewhere, don't be so tense." He chuckles, and you look around, before you sit on the stretcher across from him. You shake your head, and Jungkook isn't surprised. Your pink converse sway back and forth as you sit on the stretcher, legs too short to reach the floor anymore as you rest your hands underneath your thighs; hem of your dress revealing more of them than he can usually see.

"I don't have any tattoos yet, but I've been talking to Namjoon about it." You said, and Jungkooks saliva tastes a little bitter at that. He doesn't want to pout or give away that it's bugging him at all that you're not talking to him about it- but he fails miserably. "Namjoon actually said I should talk to you about it, since the style I want fits you best." You say, and he can't hide his smile, bunny teeth on full display as he leans forward a bit.

"You'd let me tattoo you?" He asks, and you shrug, before nodding. "What do you have in Mind?" He instantly asks, not even bothering to hide his excitement.

If only you knew that it's because of you; and not just because he's gonna be the first to ink you.

You've both agreed on a design you want, and Jungkook can't deny that he thinks it's absolutely perfect on you.

"Are you scared?" Jungkook asks you as he prepares everything, his sweater's sleeves rolled up, revealing his own body art to you, as well as some bracelets; one that you recognize as the wooden-bead bracelet you had gifted him last year for his birthday. It was weird to see him wear it.

"I.. no. Just nervous." You say. "I'm worried I might cry and make a fool out of myself." You say with a laugh, and Jungkook chuckles, placing a reassuring and warm hand on your upper arm.

"It's fine. I've seen grown man cry like kids on this stretcher before." He casually says. "Don't worry; I won't think any less of you just because of some tears." He says with a smile, and you nod, turning your head to look at his room's walls instead; covered in drawings, sketches, and pictures of finished works he was most proud of. "Do you want anything to hold onto?" He asks, as he starts to shave the skin of your thigh to make sure he can work as best as possible. He's so into his work, so concentrated on doing everything perfect, that he doesn't even take much into account that you're laying in only your panties and oversized sweater; skirt neatly placed on a chair in the corner of the room, to get it out of the way.

"It's fine" You mumble, although you really want to. So instead you curl your fingers around the fabric of your sweater- something that doesn't go unnoticed by Jungkook, who decides not to comment on it for now. He simply throws the one-time razor away as well as the tissues used to clean your skin, before he carefully places the tracing paper onto where he seems fit.

"I think it would look great right here." He says lowly, carefully removing the paper to reveal the lines he's gonna trace with his gun in a few minutes. "You wanna look at it again?" He asks, and you shake your head. "Alright." He says, before he gets up and walks out his room; only to return with your small squishy and round unicorn plush that's usually sitting on your desk. "To hold onto." He winks, and you chuckle at that.

Jungkook really pays attention.

"So, Taehyung has told me you're a bit younger than me." Jungkook says to start casual chit-chat, trying to help your nervousness as his tattoo-gun starts to buzz to live. "Only a Year if I remember correctly." He says, and you nod.

"Yeah.." You say, and can't hide your dissapoinment flooding your voice. Jungkook, until now, only had relationships with girls older than him. He's even said before that he just likes having someone older than him around- which made you even more nervous around him.

"You sound upset about that." He chuckles, and gently holds onto your thigh as you jump a bit when he first presses the tip of the gun down. "Sorry. I'll be gentle." He lowly tells you, and you swallow.

Not the time Y/N, not the time.

"Uhm.." You say, fingers digging into the squishy plush in your hands. "I.. there's someone I like, but he.. only likes older girls, so.." You say, and Jungkook glances at you. You're already interested in someone? He continues to trace the lines, wiping afterwards to get the excess ink and blood off. "But I mean, then again I don't think I have a chance with him anyways." You chuckle, and Jungkook can't help but shake his head. Even if you're interested in someone else, he shouldn't let you have thoughts like that.

"Highly doubt that." He says. "If he doesn't see you, he's blind." He tells you, and you giggle, glad that he's able to make you feel a bit better about everything. "I'm serious." He says, and you nod at that, watching his inked arm flex every now and then as he draws with absolute concentration; black facemask hiding half of his face. You can see the way his eyebrows furrow, eyes fixated on his work as he moves with absolute routine. "Do I know the guy?" He casually asks, before he dips the tip of his gun in the tiny pot of ink again.

You don't know what to say.

He looks at you for a second, and decides not to dig. "You don't have to tell me. Sorry if I seemed nosy; didn't mean to." He apologizes, and you shake your head to let him know its fine. It's quiet for a moment afterwards, only the buzzing of his gun and your occasional whine of pain. "Sorry; it'll hurt a bit more now since I'm getting close to your inner thigh- that's always a little more sensitive." He comments, and you really hope he doesn't pay much attention to your panties.

When you can see his eyes stick to them for a second, you really want to just disappear.

He doesn't comment on it though. What is he suppsosed to say? He really doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, and considering that you already have a crush on someone else, he doesn't want to get himself in too deep as well. He simply works away, finally finishing the thin and delicate outlines of your piece- the first step, before he will see you again for color and shading. He finally connects the last line, and doesn't think twice about what he says next.

"Good girl."

It takes a second that feels way too long for the both of you to register the words, and Jungkook quickly occupies himself with turning off his gun and cleaning up your skin and his workspace to get the awkwardness out of his room. You try to instantly stand up, but his palm holds onto your leg- silently ordering you to stay put, which you do. He rubs something over the piece, before he gently lifts your leg to wrap it. "I'll give you a bottle of lotion for it. Leave that bandage on for.. I'd say until tomorrow morning at least. Afterwards, apply the lotion everyday to help it heal properly." He lectures you with a gentle voice, before letting you sit up.

"Thanks." You say, grinning eagerly at the now hidden artwork on your leg. Jungkook chuckles.

"We're not done yet, but I'll take it." He says. "I uh.." He starts, as you jump off the stretcher and go to take on your skirt. "uhm, you up for some fast food?" He asks, a bit hurried, before he can chicken out again. And he hates himself for a moment, because you had literally told him just half an hour before that you already had interest in someone else. But maybe you were too innocent to get his innuendo, maybe you wouldn't get that he was asking you on a date-

"Like a date?" You ask, and he really wants to hit himself.

"I mean, if you want it to be?" He says, swallowing as he averts his gaze, a sight very weird. His hand runs through his hair, chain around his neck and piercings on his ears clattering against each other and making sounds as he moves, his combat boots nervously tapping the floor a little. "It doesn't have to be.. I know you're already-"

"I'd love to." You say however, now fully dressed again, as you grin with your bright sparkling eyes.

And Jungkook feels like he's won the lottery.

It's your third time laying on Jungkooks' stretcher like this- waiting for him to work on your art, finishing it today. But the energy is different.

Things are different between you two in general.

After some casual movie dates and rounds of overwatch, Jungkook had admitted to you that he had a crush. It was rushed, while he was driving, so he didn't have to look at you and instantly get hit by your reaction. But then, you had told him that you felt the same- and the two of you agreed to let things process from then on. Whatever would happen; you would let happen.

And Jungkook was starting to flirt with you.

It was a little weird to get close to him like that. While everyone seeing you two was a little taken aback- with your dresses and skirts, and colorful and almost childish personality, he seemed like the absolute opposite- quiet, all dark and dangerous while carrying your milkshake so you could put your phone away into your purse.

"Alright doll, let's finish this." He said with newfound enthusiasm, winking at you as you laughed at his demeanor.

"You seemed more excited than me!" You say, and he chuckles. "You're really desperate to have me gone?" You say in a playfully upset tone, and he simply huffs out a breath, before cockily looking at you for a second.

"That's not true." He says. "I'd just rather have you laid out somewhere else than in my studio, that's all." He casually says, and you shut your mouth at that, cheeks red as he laughs at your cute display of embarrassment. He routinely prepares your skin, before he starts his gun. "Too much?" He asks, and you know he's not talking about the pressure of his ink filled gun on your skin.

"No-" You start, and he now seriously speaks to you, voice a bit muffled through his facemask.

"Please tell me if I ever make you uncomfortable." He says. "You're not upsetting me if you tell me I'm going to far." He says, and you nod, knowing that he now needs a proper answer. Jungkook is way more attentive and romantic than people may think he is. He's a gentleman pulled out of a dictionary- careful and gentle with you, and always keen on getting to know you for you, and not for the person you like to portray yourself as. He wants to know what you like, what you don't like, what you dream of, and what you hate about yourself.

"Don't worry- I will." You say, watching him work on your skin. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums a reply to let you know he's listening. "Is it okay if I sleep?" You ask, and he chuckles.

"Didn't I tell you not to stay up for too long before I left yesterday?" He teasingly retorts back to you, and you pout at him- with no hard feelings behind it. He had left last night after eating with you for dinner at your place; and he did indeed tell you to go to sleep a little earlier since he knew you would have an early shift today, opening up the store. "I'm really tempted to say no." He says, eyes now on your skin again as he dips the tip of his gun in a pot of color. "You know, as punishment for not listening." He mumbles, and you almost don't catch it.

Almost.

"Jungkook?" Taehyung stands in his doorway, finally finding him sitting at his desk. "Oh?" He says in a surprised tone, spotting your sleeping figure on his coworkers lap- head resting against the inside of his shoulder, with your arms around his middle.

"Yeah?" Jungkook asks, not at all shy or fazed by the fact that Taehyung is looking at you. "What is it?" He asks again, as Taehyung smiles, giving the younger man his small booklet that you usually give him every morning.

"Nothing left for today." He said. "Just wanted to tell you good work and send you home." The older one explains, zipping up his own jacket. "Guess she'll be coming with you?" He asks teasingly, but Jungkook doesn't bite the bait at all.

"Yeah. Don't burn the house down while we're gone, you two. " He says, slipping the booklet into his pocket before he pats your back. "Come on doll, let's go home." He tells you, waking you up at least enough to put on your shoes and lead you out the store to his car.

He buckles your seatbelt as the engine comes alive, radio playing its tune softly in the background as he drives you home. "You awake doll?" He asks, and you nod your head, turning towards him with barely open eyes. "You haven't had anything proper to eat today, so I'll make us some ramen at my place, ok?" He asks, and you nod, before your eyebrows scrunch up. "What is it?" He chuckles, and you now grow more awake.

"Wait- but if we eat at yours then you're gonna have to drive me home late." You say, and he shrugs. "Noo, Kook, what if you crash the car because you're sleepy?" You tell him with a whine, genuinely concerned for him, as he has the audacity to laugh. "Kookie, it's not funny I swear to god-!" You say, and he apologizes.

"I mean." He starts, casually dropping what he had wanted to ask you for a couple of weeks now. "You could always just stay over." He tells you, and you look at him, meeting his gaze at the red light he stops at, his head turned towards you for a moment until the lights turn green again.

"We.. would have to stop at mine so I could get some stuff though.." You mumble, and Jungkook looks at you with newfound enthusiasm, setting his turning lights to enter a different road.

It's in a parking lot that you first unintentionally confront him with your biggest insecurities and flaws.

You've tripped over a stray stone you didn't see laying on the ground, leading you to fall onto your hands and scraping your knees open. Just like any normal human being, you dust yourself off, instantly hoping that Jungkook inside the shop hadn't seen you fail at something so basic as walking. You had carried some of the items you two had bought into the car while also returning the shopping cart while he had payed- and by the look on his face, he had definitely seen you.

He wasn't laughing, or hiding his grin, or anything alike. He looked concerned, taking his card back from the cashier before walking out the store, jogging towards you, who sat in the open trunk, ready to get laughed at. Even though somewhere deep in your mind you didn't think he would, past experiences had led to you now having that fear, no matter with whom. "Are you okay?" Jungkook asks, looking at you as he squats down to take a look at your bleeding knees. He reaches into one of the shopping bags, taking out a water bottle and a pack of tissues, before he wets it, one hand holding your leg by the backside of your knee, while the other carefully cleans the small wound. "You gotta be careful Baby." He chuckles a little- nothing like the laughter you had expected.

"I'm fine." You say, not looking up at him.

"It's okay to cry, you know?" He says, and you stay quiet, trying not to breathe too much as you desperately hold them back. "I won't laugh." He promises, deciding not to look at you as to give you a bit more space.

"People will stare though.." You quietly murmur towards him, and he finishes his job, before he goes to throw the now used tissue away in a nearby trashcan. When he returns, he's taking his jacket off, the item way too large on your form as he throws it over you, pulling the hood up as you look at him for the first time since your little accident, eyes sparkling with unshed tears when he pulls the sides of the hood towards him a little. "There." He says, a reassuring smile on his face. "Now no one can see you but me." He tells you. "And I will never, ever, laugh at you." He promises, and pulls your head against his chest, as you start to let go.

He really hates to see you cry- but he's glad that you're letting him in enough to let him see you this way.

Jungkook is frustrated.

He tries not to really show it, because he doesn't want to blow up in your face like that, but then again, you're kind of the reason he feels the way he does. Because even though he thought you both had a genuine connection, you're yet to let him touch you.

And not just hugging and holding hands.

It's not that he's impatient- its because he knows you, at one point, wanted him that way as well. But something happened, something he didn't notice, that made you take ten steps backwards from him. You seemed to be retreating, giving up, and he has no idea what he had done to make you react that way.

As far as he knows, he had done everything right.

But then he sees them; the messages sent back and forth between you and Hana, a returning customer at the shop- well known to flirt with everyone around here. Jungkook himself had actually considered hooking up with her once a year back, simply to make her shut up, but then again, he wasn't into one-night-stands. And she had never truly been his type anyways.

'Ah yeah, just re-schedule that then, I don't mind at all! Just make sure we have enough time together, since we haven't had time to catch up on things recently, if you know what I mean.' She had sent, a week ago; exactly the timeframe you had started to distance yourself. He knew he shouldn't look into it, but then again- this was his business too. He had the right to know.

'Sure? I can give you an appointment at around 4 PM then, so you'll be the last one. Would that be okay with you? Again, sorry for re-scheduling on such short notice.' You had written, and Jungkook can't decide if you had been oblivious to her implication (which was bullshit), or if you were simply too polite to call her out. But it's the next messages that make him fume.

'Again, no troubles. As I said, I only care that its Jungkookie, I don't really trust anyone else with my body that way ;). 4 PM is perfect, you guys still close at around 6 PM right? He's got skilled hands, I'm sure we don't need much more time, if you know what I mean.' she has the audacity to write.

But its your answer that makes him fume.

'Good to know.'

"Jungkook?" You say, looking at the screen, as you suddenly dash forwards, trying to shut the screen off- as if that would make any difference. But he catches your wrist with ease, holding it in his palm as he looks at you.

"Do you think I'm sleeping with her?" He asks, and you try to escape his grasp; and he lets you, staying at your workspace however as he keeps you locked in place with his gaze. "Y/N." He urges, making you look away from him.

"It's none of my business." You say, shrugging. "I.. No, it's-" You start, but he cuts you off.

"No, finish that sentence. 'No' what?" He says, and you've never heard him talk like that.

"I just.. didn't think you'd.. do that." You meekly say, murmuring it as he tilts your head gently upwards to look at him; his face now more relaxed as he softly smiles.

"That's good that you think that way." He tells you. "Because I don't do that at all." He says. "She likes to start drama all the time- was probably bitter I turned her down so much. You know what?" He suddenly says, turning towards the screen as he clicks to change the account, opening his own Inbox as he starts to write an E-Mail.

'Appointment is cancelled, be glad I'm not suing you for defamation. JK.'

"Jungkook-" You say, trying to get him not to send it- but it's already gone. "Why would you do that? Just because I misunderstood?" You whine, and he chuckles, shutting down the system as he looks at the clock, signaling that it's closing time.

"No." He says. "But because I don't want her around anyways, and this gives me a proper reason." He tells you, ruffling your hair as he looks at you. "You coming?" He asks, and you nod, taking your bag and coat before following him out the shop.

In the car, you finally speak up. "Jungkook?" You ask, and he hums out a reply. "Do you.. think I'm attractive?" You ask, and he clears his throat at the unexpected question.

"I- what?" He asks, unsure what you mean.

"Just.. Namjoon said, that he thinks you.. see me as a friend only? Because I'm nothing like the girls you dated before.. If I misunderstood something here then Oh my god-" You start to ramble, and Jungkook laughs suddenly.

"You think I'm not into you?" He asks, and you shrug. "Of course I want to fuck you doll." He casually comments, and you can't help but feel your cheeks redden. "Wait- did you really think I didn't?" He asks, face showing genuine horror as he looks over at you.

"I mean.. you never really initiated anything so I thought.." You started, and he groans out.

Thank god you're staying the night.

"Looks so pretty, does it?" He hums out, palm running over the tattoo on your thigh, delicate lines and well-placed shadings complimenting the colors perfectly. "You know why I love it most?" He starts, hand suddenly gripping the flesh for a moment, before he pulls you closer on his lap by the small of your back. "Because that's mine." He says, before he leans in, placing an open mouthed kiss against your pulse. "The ink that's under your skin, the design, the idea-" He mumbles against your skin. "And the body it's drawn on." You whine at his tone, dark and low, as he urges you back and forth on his clothed thigh- your panties suddenly feeling uncomfortable. "Isn't it like that, baby?" He asks, and you nod, furiously, and he chuckles. "Hm, you seem out of breath baby.." He grins at you, like a predator.

"Jungkook.." You whine, not knowing what you're asking for.

He wordlessly moves, helping you lay down on his bed before he crawls over you, his lips instantly attached to the skin of your neck, hands helping you out of your dress wordlessly, as he can't help but let his gaze linger on your body for a moment. "I can't believe that-" He says, pulling off your overknee socks. "-you'd ever think of yourself anything less than perfect." He says, placing a gentle kiss to the colorful image now forever placed under your skin by his skilled hands. He continues to display his affection over your skin, wandering over your stomach up to your chest, where he playfully bites just above your breast. He struggles with the front of your bra for a second, unsure how to open the undergarment without breaking it, as you help a little; letting them spring free. But only for a moment.

Because in the next, he's got them in his hands, palms gently moving over them, feeling their softness as he groans. "You're so sweet." he comments, as he finally kisses your lips, smile interrupting him every now and then. "So soft." Another kiss. "So delicate." Another one. "And all mine, yeah?" He asks, and you nod, smiling as he grins back, the expression making him look so young and carefree you can't help but wonder how anyone could ever think he's a bad man.

He's anything but.

He's so careful touching you, so delicate in moving his palms over your skin, as if its the most divine thing he's ever felt. He's still smiling, as if in a trance, while he can't stop kissing you. Your hands move into his hair- way softer than you thought it would be, and he groans into your mouth at the feeling of your fingers running over his scalp.

There's no urgency in anything he does.

He slowly moves again, hands opening your legs for him as he sits back on his heels, playfully pulling you closer by the backs of your knees, making you giggle. "You sound so sweet baby." He tells you, innocently, as if he's not currently placing his hand onto your center, ring finger collecting your already leaking wetness before he spreads it, moving his thumb over your most sensitive bundle of nerves while his ring finger enters you slowly. You whine at the feeling, not enough to get you as riled up as you'd like to be. Also; this is the first time you're genuinely experiencing foreplay. You don't know what to do- and Jungkook seems to pick up on that. "You good?" He asks, and you nod.

"I.." You say, breathless as he tilts his head, smile still present on his lips. "What should I do?" You ask, as his eyes widen.

"You?" He wonders, before he stops for a moment. "Don't tell me- this is your first time?" He asks, now genuinely worried he might've gone too fast.

"No.." You admit. "But uhm.. no one's ever, like.. you know, what you're doing.." You say, and that's when it clicks for him.

What kind of guys did you date before him that never gave you any attention like this? He's upset by it, but also weirdly cheered on by that simple fact; it gives him even more reason to make sure you'll get the most out of it. "Ah, I see.." He humms out, letting another finger stretch your entrance for him. "..well, I'm not like that." He explains, before he moves, face now close to your center- and you're unsure what he's going to do. "Trust me." He says, mumbles out, before his tongue places itself flat onto your clit, licking painfully slow as you move your hands over your mouth, trying to keep your noises in. "nuh-uh baby." He scolds, free hand pulling yours away. "Let me hear you." He demands, before he places his mouth back where it was.

Your mind is completely blank at this moment, the only thing you can really concentrate on being Jungkook, working you up so quickly you feel dizzy. It's new, and it's a little weird- but it's more than anything you've ever experienced before. And it brings you towards your end so suddenly you suddenly gasp out, back arching off the mattress as you grab at the sheets below, one hand grasping for Jungkooks, who lets you ride out your high to its fullest. "So pretty." He comments after wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, smiling at your blissed out state.

"Kook-" You say, moving as you sit up, less shy now that your brain is still clouded by pleasure.

"Ah- you don't have to." He tells you, but you shake your head, and he lets you. He slips out of his clothes, finally bare, and you would've taken time to look at all the different pieces of art decorating his body- if it wasn't for his cock, red and ready in front of you. Usually, you would've let your insecurities and doubts get the best of you. But this was Jungkook. And you wanted to really believe that nothing you would do could ever be judged by him. So there was no hesitation as your hands reached out for him, gently moving, before you took him in, your lips wrapping themselves around his tip, before you moved downwards, fitting as much as you comfortably could. Meanwhile, Jungkook himself was steadying himself with one hand on the mattress, while the other was buried into your hair, his own head thrown back as he closed his eyes.

Of course he had fantasized about this every now and then; but he had never thought you'd actually be comfortable doing it. And even if- nothing he could've imagined would've ever compared to the real deal happening. There was something absolutely mindblowing about the way that you handled him, your sweet and pretty presence looking so divine doing such a sinful act with him. He had to pull you off by your hair, gently, because any more, and he would've been a goner. "G-Good god baby." He chuckles, pushing you a bit so you were on your back again, reaching for his bedside table to search for a condom. "I swear to god if I- HAH!" He tells you in victory, hands making quick work of opening the foil package and wrapping the safety over his length. "I swear I would've run out butt naked to buy one if I wouldn't have found this." He says with a grin, making you laugh.

"That's weird." You comment, and he chuckles, entering you slowly as to not hurt you, his breathing labored as he still kept the lighthearted energy going.

"You think?" He asks, and you nod, giggling as your eyes close, the feeling of him filling you up too good to keep them open. "Hm no." He said breathlessly. "Would've probably put on some pants maybe." He says, before he starts thrusting. "Doesn't matter if it means I'd get to fuck you." He says, and you giggle again.

"Kook!" You scold him, and he still continues to thrust into you, exhaling forcefully as he kisses your neck.

"What?" He whines high pitched as if to imitate you.

"Be serious!" You tell him, but can't help your own smile either.

"Oh, why though?" He says. "We're making love, not war baby." He whispers into your ear, and you still laugh at it.

"I can't believe you!" You complain playfully, moaning out when he suddenly thrusts with more force, obscene noises now interrupting you two as he picks up his pace, clenching his jaw.

"And-" He starts. "I can't believe how fucking good you feel." He presses out, hand now reaching between the two of you as he brings you towards an earth-shattering orgasm, making you mewl as you can feel yourself bursting. "Good girl!" He praises, watching as you squirt all over him, his own orgasm hitting him soon after as he grunts out, finally slowing down until he stills completely, his mouth attached to your neck to place gentle kisses and teasing bites near your pulse point.

"I love you." He mumbles out, and your eyes sting.

Because yeah, you love him- you absolutely do, but hearing it from him, hearing it in such an honest and warm-hearted tone, having this final proof of his own feelings towards you, makes you emotional. "Baby, why're you crying?" He chuckles out of breath, wiping your tears as you smile, and finally look at him with glossy eyes.

"Cause I love you too." You say. "So much."

And he can't help but grin at you.

You really are the sweetest thing.

You watch as Hana walks out of Taehyungs studio, arm wrapped up in clear foil as she walks towards your counter, pulling out her purse. "Taehyung agreed on 345." She says, until Taehyung yells another number out of his studio, making her eyes roll. She wasn't supposed to come back- but Taehyung had agreed to finish her piece at least. "Alright, here you go." She says, watching as you counted the money. "Does Jungkook work today?" She asks, and you nod. "I'm just gonna go say hi then. You can finish the receipt yeah?" She says overly sweet, and you're about to tell her that Jungkook doesn't want anyone entering without his permission, but he's already walking out his studio, black sweater and silver necklaces on full display as he walks towards you. "Jungkookie!" Hana exclaims, but her face drops almost chomically as she watches Jungkook walk up behind you, placing a kiss on your bare shoulder as he looks over it onto your screen.

"Oh, looks like I'm done for the day. You need anything Hana?" He asks innocently, one hand on your desk while the other rests on your chair behind your back.

"I- just wanted to apologize for uhm.. the emails. I didn't know you'd read them." She says, and you slowly close all programs, while Jungkooks humms out something.

"Yeah, I figured." He says, before he shakes his head. "As I said, I'm letting it go. No hard feelings." He says, shrugging, before he walks towards his studio again, stopping in his tracks for a second. "Ah, baby, can you text Jin-Hyung and ask him if we can come now? I'm actually starving I swear." He says, and you nod with red cheeks, pulling out your phone.

"Huh." Comes from Hana, as she takes the receipt from you. "I honestly.. would've never thought." She mumbles, before she simply leaves, without any more words.

Yeah. You would've honestly never thought either.

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please consider supporting me on Ko-Fi.com/bonnykookoo. Thank you for reading.

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