#I hope I understood you correctly and you didn’t want me to reply to the ask directly so I’m answering in the tags

[hellobykittys]

sooo i have a idea if you want obvi, i think about Lando's girlfriend who is best friend with the 2 Lilys and not with Alexandra or Francisca and Rebecca? I think these last 3 are like idk antipatic but not antipatic...(Not hate for they, its my personally opinion)

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋𝐒 ✦ 𝐋𝐍⁴

SUMMARY: You're going to accompany your boyfriend on a racing weekend and you're taking the opportunity to spend time with your friends. NOTES: English is not my first language! I hope I understood this request correctly. PAIRING: Lando Norris x Reader! Girlfriend. WARNING: girls meet and some fluff. WC: 1.6k

MASTERLIST

Y/N wasn’t a constant presence during race weekends. Balancing the demands of college with the travel needed to accompany her boyfriend was a challenge, but she made it a point to be there whenever she could. The Singapore GP was one of those rare occasions where she managed to escape to the paddock and cheer for Lando.

Y/N had been at the McLaren hospitality suite for a few minutes. Lando had to leave her alone to handle some team-related matters, so she settled at a table, trying to pass the time while waiting for him.

“Y/N?” A sweet voice pulled her out of her thoughts. “Why didn’t you tell me you were here already?”

She turned around to see Lily Zneimer, Oscar Piastri’s girlfriend and one of her closest friends. Ever since they met—thanks to their boyfriends’ insistence—their friendship had quickly blossomed. At first, both were too shy to make conversation, but with a little nudge from Lando and Oscar, they discovered just how much they had in common. Since then, their bond had flourished, and they stayed in touch even outside of race weekends, constantly texting and planning meet-ups.

Lily flashed a radiant smile as she walked toward the table where Y/N was sitting.

“Oh, I just got here,” Y/N replied, smiling as she stood up to greet her friend. “I sat down to wait for you and got a little distracted.”

“Should we go find Lils?”

“Lils” was the nickname they gave Lily MuniHe to avoid confusion since the two girls shared the same name.

“Let me just ask where she is,” Y/N said, quickly pulling her phone out of her bag to text Lily MuniHe, while Lily Zneimer chatted enthusiastically.

“Are you feeling good about this weekend?” Lily asked with a hopeful smile.

“Absolutely! I’d love to see a double podium for our boys,” Y/N replied, tucking her phone away after sending the message. “Imagine if one of them wins? It’d be perfect!”

“I think we’ve got a good chance,” Lily said optimistically. “The track suits them, and it’s all going to come down to today’s qualifying.”

“Ah, Lils just replied!” Y/N announced, glancing back at her phone. “She said she’s at the Williams hospitality.”

“Then let’s go find her,” Lily suggested, already grabbing Y/N by the arm. “And after that… we should grab some food. I’m starving!”

The two started walking through the paddock, exchanging laughs and comments about the drivers and the bustling atmosphere around them. Singapore’s heat was relentless, and Y/N was already regretting her choice of a long-sleeved top, even though her outfit looked amazing.

“Fingers crossed the Williams hospitality has strong air conditioning,” Lily remarked, fanning her face with her hand. “If not, I might pass out before we even get to the food stand.”

“Not if Lils convinces us to stay and gossip,” Y/N joked, laughing.

When they arrived at the Williams hospitality, they found Lily MuniHe waiting outside, looking like she was melting in the heat.

“Took you long enough!” Lils exclaimed, pointing dramatically at the sky. “I almost turned into a puddle of sweat out here!”

“That’s because you can’t stay in one place,” Lily Zneimer teased with a playful grin. “You could’ve waited for us inside.”

“Well, now that we’re here, let’s get something to eat!”

“Let’s go!” Y/N said, grabbing both of their arms and leading the way toward the VIP area’s food court.

“I was thinking,” Lils began with a mischievous grin, “why don’t we grab some snacks to try? I saw some really interesting options around here.”

“I love trying savory snacks!” Y/N said enthusiastically, her eyes lighting up. “Let’s get all the flavors.”

“I’ve never been here before,” Zneimer commented, looking around with curiosity. “But I saw some desserts that look amazing.”

They reached the snack kiosk, which was relatively quiet, making it easy to pick their choices. Soon, they sat down at a nearby table with their selections.

“It’s such a shame you two don’t come to races often,” Lils commented, pulling a funny face. “Imagine how much fun we could have if you were here more often!”

“I’d love to be at every race, but college doesn’t make it easy,” Y/N said, with a wistful smile. “Some days, it feels like there’s no time to even breathe!”

“Same here,” Lily Zneimer added, sorting through the snacks she had picked. “Between work and travel, it’s hard to keep up with everything.”

“You’re both so boring!” Lils teased with a mock pout.

“Not everyone is born with the talent for sports like you,” Y/N quipped, raising an eyebrow. “It’d be great if we were pro golfers too, but sadly, I’m just a struggling student.”

“Lucky for me, I’ve got the best of both worlds!” Lils joked, earning laughs from the other two.

The trio continued joking and chatting about silly topics, losing track of time. It was amazing how, despite the chaos of race weekends, they managed to carve out these little moments of fun.

“By the way,” Lils said with a cheeky grin, “what happened to your boyfriend’s hair? I saw him earlier, and it looked like he just rolled out of bed.”

Y/N burst out laughing and rolled her eyes. “I know! He swears it’s ‘casual style,’ but really, he’s just too lazy to use a comb.”

“At least he’s not as careless as Oscar,” Lily Zneimer chimed in, laughing. “I swear he doesn’t even know what a hairdryer is.”

“And he doesn’t care!” Y/N added, raising an eyebrow. “I try to fix it, but he always says, ‘I’m comfortable like this.’ At least he still looks good with messy hair.”

The laughter flowed naturally as the girls joked about their boyfriends’ quirks. Between the pressures of the season and the intensity of race days, these lighthearted moments were crucial to keeping their spirits up.

“Speaking of our boyfriends,” Lily MuniHe said with a mischievous smile, “how about we plan a double-date dinner? What do you think?”

“That would be perfect!” Y/N exclaimed, excitedly. “It’s been ages since we all went out together.”

“I’m in!” Lily Zneimer agreed. “I just need to talk to Osc first.”

“Osc! So cute!” Y/N teased, watching as Lily Zneimer’s cheeks turned pink.

“You can’t tease her!” Lils defended with a laugh. “You’re always calling Lando ‘Lan.’”

“Oh, but ‘Lan’ is adorable!” Y/N replied with a shrug, playfully provoking the two.

The three kept chatting animatedly as they finished their snacks, but the announcement that qualifying was about to begin had them scrambling to get up.

“Time to head back,” Y/N declared, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. “I need to see my boyfriend secure pole position today.”

Lily Zneimer and Lily MuniHe followed her, still laughing and joking as they left the VIP area. The paddock was busier now, with mechanics and engineers rushing around, but the girls’ energy remained light and cheerful.

“So, what’s your prediction for today?” Lily asked, casting a curious look at her friend.

“Easy,” Y/N replied confidently. “Lando on pole and, with a bit of luck, Oscar right behind him.”

“Alright then, but if that happens, Osc and I will pay for the dinner we’ve been planning,” Lily countered, crossing her arms with a playful smile.

“Deal!” Y/N said, laughing. “And I’ll take care of dessert.”

Both girls laughed, sealing the agreement with an exaggeratedly dramatic handshake. As they reached the entrance to the garage, they shared a quick cheek kiss before parting ways to cheer on their respective boyfriends.

As Y/N stepped into the McLaren garage, her eyes immediately found Lando. He was already suited up in his signature orange racing gear, deeply engrossed in a conversation with one of the mechanics. She approached slowly, not wanting to interrupt. The moment the mechanic walked away, Lando noticed her presence and broke into a warm smile.

“Hey, honey! You finally showed up,” he said, his tone light and affectionate. “I was starting to think I’d have to get in the car without my good luck kiss.”

“I was with the girls, just wandering around the paddock,” Y/N explained as she stopped beside him. “But, of course, I wasn’t about to let you head out without seeing you first. By the way, I made a bet with Lily—if you get pole, she’s paying for dinner.”

Lando’s grin widened, clearly pleased with her confidence. He placed his hands gently on her waist, leaning in closer.

“Well then, I guess I’ve got one more reason to give it my all today, don’t I?” he said, his voice full of affection. “I’ll do it for you, my girl.”

Y/N smiled and stood on her tiptoes to press a soft kiss to his lips. “I know you will,” she said with conviction. “But now you need to focus.”

“Just one more kiss,” Lando pleaded, his playful tone one she knew all too well.

Y/N gave in, brushing her lips against his again. What was meant to be a quick kiss deepened as Lando held her firmly by the waist, prolonging the moment. When they finally pulled apart, she rolled her eyes, trying to sound stern but failing to hide her amusement.

“Lan, you can’t kiss me like that in the middle of the garage!” she scolded, though her voice carried more laughter than seriousness.

“Why not?” he replied, raising an eyebrow. “You’re my girlfriend. I’ve got every right.”

Y/N sighed, shaking her head but with a smile tugging at her lips. “Alright, Mr. Confident. Now go. Show everyone what you’re capable of.”

He grinned from ear to ear, pressing a kiss to her forehead before finally pulling away to get ready.

[oksfranta]

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[reallychaoticwoo]

i’m a little confused but i hope i understood correctly if i didn’t I’m sorry, if you currently do Ateez reactions, can you please do Ateez reactions to their girlfriend (or s/o) wearing a push up bra, thanks and i’m sorry again if I misunderstood <3

⛓️ Ooh this was interesting to make, as i honestly think some of the guys are definitely more ass guys lol but hopefully you enjoy it! Sorry it took so long🙃⛓️

✨️ Push up ✨️

❤️Pairing: Ateez x reader

⚠️Warnings: MDNI! 18+ ONLY! cussing, suggestive, some smut🖤

‼️This is purely for entertainment purposes and does not represent the idols in any way‼️

🖤If you enjoy this, you can find my full master Here 🖤

HONGJOONG:

Making your way out to the livingroom in your brand new set you'd bought just for him, for the date you two would be going on tonight, you stopped in front of your husband a cheeky grin on your face. "Sooo, what do you think?" You asked the man who's jaw was hanging open, eyes about to pop out of his head while you gave him a little spin. "I think we have about 30 minutes before we're late for our reservation so we're gonna have to make round one a quickie." He replied lifting you over his shoulder and placing a sharp smack to your ass. Placing you down in your room he eyed your tits in the push up bra, licking his lips. "Fuck your tits look amazing in this. On your knees kitten. Gonna put this bra to some good use."

SEONGHWA:

Making your way into your shared apartment, you kicked off your shoes at the door immediately heading for the couch. Once you sat down you unbuttoned the first two buttons of your top sighing at the relief. Just then your fiance walked into the livingroom. "Mmm, new bra baby?" He asked as his made his way to the back of the couch leaning over it to massage your shoulders and get himself a better view of your tits. You hummed into his touch. "Why don't we go help you relax darling? I promise we'll get that bra off of you as soon as we're done." A passionate kiss to the neck while his hand cupped your jaw was all the convincing you needed.

YUNHO:

Feeling needy you put on your new pushup bra and matching panties hoping it'd catch your boyfriends attention. He'd been gaming for hours and you couldn't wait any longer for some physical affection. Making your way into his room you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, slowly moving your hands down his chest, placing soft kisses to his neck. Muting his mic he turned in his chair, eyeing you up and down. "Oh my baby is feeling especially needy tonight isn't she? You need me to ruin you don't you baby? Well, I can't just leave my teammates behind so you're gonna have to be a good girl and wait. But since I can tell you put so much effort into getting my attention why don't you use those pretty tits in that new bra of yours and fuck me with them. If you can get me off before im done, I'll give you all the attention you need after."

YEOSANG:

You knew he'd had a hard day as he went straight back to his room after getting home from work. Deciding to try and lift his mood, you put on your favorite push up bra. It was one you didn't wear often, but tonight was a special occasion. Ordering food and setting the mood (blankets laid out on the floor, pillows against the couch, movie screen ready to be played) you called for your boyfriend. He made his way oh so slowly to the livingroom before he saw the adorable scene you'd set out for the two of you. It took him a second to pull out of his thoughts long enough to notice your squished together tits staring right at him. "Mmm, everything looks so good tonight I don't know what I want to put in my mouth first."

SAN:

Making your way to the restaurant your boyfriend asked you to meet him at tonight you double and triple checked your appearance, praying he'd appreciate the outfit you picked tonight. You'd hoped he'd appreciate what was under the outfit even more. As you made your way to the table where he was already sat he stood immediately to pull out your chair definitely checking out your tits as you sat down. A few not so subtle comments on how much he adored your choice of clothing for the night before the real reason he asked you to meet him here came out. He leaned in to whisper, "Well as my original plan is out of the window. I just wanted to say, you really have a way of constantly solidifying my reasons for wanting to marry you. And seeing as something else is a bit solid right now and I can't really get out of my seat. Y/n will you make me the luckiest man in the universe and marry me?"

MINGI:

You knew he was probably at the studio pulling another long night of practicing his moves and critiquing himself seeing as it was already 2 hours past the time he'd normally be home. Deciding to surprise him and maybe urge him to come home and call it a night you put on the lingerie set you'd bought earlier today and facetimed your boyfriend. Making sure to ask if anyone else was around before you moved the camera off just your face, "I was just wondering when you'd be coming home babe." Your eyelashes fluttering innocently on the screen as you stated at the tall man through your phone. "Well I was going to run through the choreography a few more times but seeing as you're oh so bored and your tits look like they need to be fixed on something I'll be home in 15 and you better be on our bed."

WOOYOUNG:

Climbing into your partners bed in your bra and panties wasn't something he'd expected tonight as you usually slept naked when you were at his house. "Mmm not that I dont enjoy how unbelievably sexy your tits look in that bra, but you know I'm more of a free the nipples guy baby." And without so much as another word you were naked in his bed once again. Lingerie didn't last long when you were with him but you wouldn't have it any other way. "It is such a pretty bra, but I'm sure we can find some other use for it that doesn't require hiding those perfect tits from me." That other use? Well, it was tying your hands to his headboard as he ate you out until you were in tears. Next time you'll come to bed naked.

JONGHO:

Plopping yourself down on his lap while he was reading you wiggled around hoping to get his attention. Him being the stubborn man he is obviously ignored you and continued to read his book like he did every night before bed. Sighing dramaticly you wiggled around a little more before feeling him react beneath you. He however was still glued to his book. Fed up with being ignored and wanting to show off your new lingerie to your husband you pushed his book down placing your tits on top of it. "Jesus christ babe, what's it take for a wife to get some attention around here. If you wanted to stick your face in something so bad I have a perfectly good set of tits right here that could use some affection." Not once did his eyes look up from where your breasts sat, but he heard you loud and clear. Setting the book to the side he cupped your tits and pushed them into his face placing hungry kisses to the tops of each one.

[pumpkinbxtch]

hey, ik requests are closed but if you could do this one, i'll be very grateful. just remember, if you don't want to, you don't have to.

i was thinking if post-trial apollo, meets the reader, after the trial (can the reader be a child of Hades? like a child of Hades would be so iconic), love at first sight (fuck, why is this so cliche 😭😭) and tries to spend more time with the reader. the reader is new to the entire camp thing, and is getting more used to it, and grows closer to Apollo. but he's like scared to admit he's in love bc he thinks, that just like all his past lovers, the reader would run away, or kill herself, or fall into deep trouble, but after some really had event in which he almost loses y/n, he goes all haywire, confessing everything and it becomes a cute, fluffy scene together

AGAIN ik you aren't taking in requests, so if you don't want to do it, it's totally fine. love so many of your fics btw ♥️♥️

i love you, isn't that the worst thing you've ever heard?

— apollo/lester x child of hades!reader

warnings: none a/n: Hello beautiful person. You're seeing this, now you know that I take your request and I want to say why and it's because you asked me so nice that I couldn't resist. I have corazón de pollo which is something like being very sensitive or being warm-hearted. Anyway, let me know if you liked it. I hope it was like that and thank you for reading me, for your support. ❤️ Kisses from Pluto! ha ha

Your legs settled back over Apollo’s knees, and he kept them in place with his hands, letting out a snort.

— You’re pretty comfortable with a god, aren’t you? — His pretentious tone just made you smile and shrug.

— You didn’t move my feet, did you? — you replied in the same tone, and he leaned against the cabin wall. It was true, and if it were up to him, he never would.

— Whatever…— he muttered, watching you lie back down, putting your attention back on a comic book Will Solace had lent you, saying it was based on one of his favorite movies, which made you interested in reading it. You thought you and Will weren’t that different, and you liked him but not in ‘that’ way, just as a friend. After all, Will was becoming part of the family with your brother Nico because they seemed to have something slowly brewing.

— How many times have you said I love you?— you asked out of the blue, still not taking your eyes off the comic. Apollo almost choked on his own saliva.

— What’s that about? — he said evasively. He didn’t want to talk about it because if he remembered correctly, all those times had ended badly. He tried to catch your eyes but found the glossy cover of the comic in the way.

You shrugged and turned the page, continuing with the same topic.

— I heard Nico say that to Will once when they thought I was out of our cabin, but I was just in the bathroom.

— Hmmm. And?

— Nothing, just that Nico doesn’t say it often. I’ve only heard him say it to his sister Bianca, his real sister. Also to Hazel, to me, and to Will.

Now Apollo understood but played dumb.

— I don’t know.

You tapped his thigh with your foot.

— Of course you do.

And obviously, he did, but stayed silent, hoping the comic would distract you enough.

— I think they’re falling in love — you stated, laughing at something you read. Apollo could never understand how demigods managed with ADHD; now, it just seemed like a curse.

— Well, I suppose.

His half-hearted responses annoyed you, and you put the comic down with a frown, and he apologized with his eyes.

— Have you fallen in love recently?

That question threw him off. Apollo gently moved your legs aside to sit on the edge of the bed with his heart racing and a pout on his face.

— Where are you going? — you asked, concerned, setting the comic aside and sitting next to him. Apollo smiled sheepishly. He didn’t like lying to you, but whenever you started guiding the conversation that way, he had to find a way to escape.

— I need to do something in olympus, they just told me.

You made a face and nodded. You never got involved in that; after all, he was a god.

In the end, Apollo sat moodily on his throne, watching time pass at Camp Half-Blood. Since his return as the sun god, things had changed in his heart, so he found himself more in that place despite what the gods said, which reminded him of when he met you.

You had recently arrived and caught attention for reaching an age where any demigod would have died, but shortly after, if not the same day, everyone knew you weren’t just any demigod. You were a child of Hades. Of course, the most delighted with this was Nico, who welcomed you and made sure you were never alone.

Things were fresh, so Apollo ended up in your close circle until it became very close. If Apollo was at Camp Half-Blood, you were with him, and it didn’t take long for him to fall in love with you, though you hadn’t realized it yet.

You felt safe growing up by his side; no one would mess with you since you were a child of the big three and a close friend of a god. Some fools judged you for your company, but they were afraid to approach when you were – according to Apollo – an adorable person.

The god watched through the fire as you thrived in camp after his unexpected departure, and to him, you were doing too well, though some things were too good for his liking, and he couldn’t deny it; you were charming in more than one way, which obviously attracted campers like Harley, that son of Hephaestus who sometimes gave you cute things like that pomegranate made of metal leaves. A gift that seemed very familiar when he saw Leo flirting with Calypso.

Leo flirting with Calypso.

Leo flirting.

The god stood up and admired the scene closely. Harley had blushed cheeks while giving you the gift, and you smiled gratefully. No way, he knew the sons of Hephaestus were bold, but he never imagined someone would be so obvious with you due to your lack of understanding of indirect hints. They approached but never that close, and he should have guessed, but also, he wasn’t one to get angry.

You received the gift and admired it closely, but only thanked him briefly, which seemed enough proof of your affection to the son of Hephaestus, something Apollo obviously loathed as well as keeping him awake the rest of the night.

He didn't know why (well he did) but the god ended sitting at the dining pavilion, his nails digging into the table.

— Everything okay? — Your voice snapped him out of his trance, and he smiled. You always seemed to have a radar for when he was near.

— Will fell in love with Nico, and Nico with him. Do you think they both realized it or just one?— His question took you by surprise, and more than making you think twice, it excited you that he finally answered that kind of question since he always seemed to have a repulsion to them.

You sat beside him, and Apollo gave you a sweet look, waiting for your answer.

— Maybe Nico and Will know, but Will could be waiting for Nico to give clear signals about it.

— Maybe Nico is scared.

— Does he think Will isn’t?

You both fell silent. It was clear; it was in the air, you weren’t really talking about your brother and Will.

— What’s the worst thing he could say to Will? — you asked, your hand reaching for Apollo’s to intertwine your fingers. The blonde swallowed and suddenly felt breathless.

— I don’t know, but I can think of something.

Apollo made a face and turned a little more towards you, his cheeks red and his eyes shiny. He was afraid of hurting you, of things not working out as they did with his previous lovers; he could never afford to make you suffer when he already knew the degree of consequence it would have in his life, but beyond his good or bad karma, he cared about you. He loved you enough never to try to have you.

Your patience was reaching its limit, and although the son of Hephaestus was cute, sweet, a good match… your heart belonged to someone since the first moment you saw him.

—Apollo… —your voice called him with a bit of seriousness, a peculiar tone that made the god realize his time for redundancies was over.

— I love you, isn’t that the worst I could say?

Your eyes widened with hope, and you moved a little closer to him, bumping knees.

— From Nico to Will? — you asked, not wanting to humiliate yourself.

Apollo’s blue eyes examined you suspiciously. The responsibility would fall on him; he was never the best at hiding his feelings, but if your happiness depended on it, the first moment he saw your life in danger, he wouldn’t hesitate to disappear from it. For now, a confession was something very innocent.

The sun god turned to you with a bit more evident confidence and didn’t let go of your hand; instead, he kissed it.

— No. From me to you…

[mixvyu]

Parfum d’étoile - episode fourty-one

scaramouche x reader smau

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You weren’t late this time.

You were in front of your door gripping the fabric of your clothes in one hand and holding your phone in the other, waiting for him to text.

You turned your phone off then right back on to check the time.

3:32pm

Scaramouche’s classes ended at 3 and he texted you to let you know he’d stop by his dorm room to change but he was awfully long.

You started to think he might’ve stood you up and that you looked utterly stupid standing there.

As you started thinking that, he suddenly texted.

You could only see so much of the text on the notification that was displayed on your screen but you could read the words

‘Sorry, lots of things happened so I’m not…’

Your stomach dropped and you didn’t even want to read the rest of the text message but you were way too curious to not do so.

‘Sorry lots of things happened so i’m not gonna be able to pick u up rn but i’ll be there in less than 20 i swear’

You sighed in relief and your thumbs flew over your keyboard to text back.

´Dpn’t start a rext like tjat beo u scaref me… its finr tho i was gonba be late 2 neways.´

That was a lie.

´Good i feel less bad now’

He added a crying emoji at the end of his sentence, something out of character for him. You couldn’t tell if it was supposed to express relief or if he was making fun of you.

The cold air made your fingers shaky and it made it hard to type correctly but he didn’t seem to pay any mind to that.

You’ve been standing outside for almost 40 minutes now. The weather was awful and it even looked like rain would start pouring at any moment now. You felt like moving from your spot would be like giving up on him like standing in lines for something you’ve been waiting for all week and then chickening out and leaving your spot out of weakness but you got tired of standing there and sent him a text before even thinking about it.

‘Hey uh i’m not feeling that good laybe we should cancel ?’

You regretted it as soon as you sent it but he already read it so it was too late to unsend

‘? Are you sure??

You closed your phone as soon as you saw his reply, not wanting to answer or to face what you did but you realised he would see the read sign and that there was no getting out of this one.

‘Nvm i can manage haha!! I just need to take a pill i’ll be good’

You lied again.

Scaramouche replied almost immediately.

‘If you’re not feeling well we can do that another day i wouldn’t want to force you’

You clenched your jaw. You never understood his mood swing, how he could clown you one second then be the most caring person you’ve met the next it was almost annoying.

‘It’s okay!! I’m already ready anyways i wouldn’t want to waste a good outfit lmao’

Now it was your turn to use a crying emoji, still not sure of what it was supposed to express.

‘Ok :(‘

You chuckled at the frowny face. That too was out of character.

After ten minutes, there were still no sight of him.

You felt like every person that walked passed knew what situation you were in and were just pitying you and god it made you feel like shit.

Maybe waiting at home would’ve been smarter.

Just as you thought that a car you recognised pulled up.

You got up abruptly, opened the door in one swift movement and threw yourself on the passager seat without even looking at who was inside the vehicle.

You let yourself sink into the seat, sighing happily as the warm air hit your skin. And just as you thought you couldn’t get more comfortable you heard his voice

"Hey, so sorry i’m late i hope you didn’t have to wait for too long." Scaramouche said

You finally looked at him for the first time today

He was wearing black baggy pants but you couldn’t tell which top he decided to put on because of the coat covering it.

"It’s fine don’t worry. ‘Was just a bit cold."

"I have a jacket in the back, do you want to borrow it ?"

"Yeah i’d love to!"

He reached for the back seat without looking and pulled out a white jacket.

He handed it to you without a word and put his hand back on the steering wheel when you took it from his hands.

You put it on quickly and felt a tad bit disappointed when you recognise Kazuha’s signature cologne on it.

It wasn’t Scaramouche’s.

" So ? Where are we going ?" He said, finally breaking the silence

"Uhmm I’m not sure anymore… Do you want to go to the aquarium ?"

"Uh sure if that’s what you want"

"You don’t really seem enthusiastic."

"Fishes aren’t my thing to be honest, but if they’re yours…"

"What’s your thing then ?"

"I don’t know."

You let out a long sigh

"You’re not helping me ! Just pick a place and we’ll go !"

"You were the one that was supposed to plan it ! Why do I have to choose ?!"

God you forgot how annoying he could be.

"Ok, ok. What about the zoo ?"

"It’s like an hour drive, though…"

"The arcade ??"

"I don’t have any coins."

"The museum ?"

"It’s a bit boring isn’t it ?"

"Ok just kill yourself." You let out a sound that could only be described as a growl "where do you want to go ?"

"Anywhere is fine" he stopped the car engine realising that decided where to go was going to take longer than intended

"Anywhere is not fine ! You don’t like any of my suggestions."

"I mean, yeah they suck but if you want to go then we’ll go. Everything is fine if you’re here."

"Don’t try to romance me, asshole ! My suggestions are great !"

"I already went to all those places a thousand times so it’s not really interesting frankly."

You mumbled an almost inaudible ‘sorry rich boy’ before sighing for the thousandth time

"What about that library/coffee shop at the mall ? They opened like a week ago."

He turned to look at you so fast you thought he’d snap his neck

"They’re open?! Why didn’t you tell me that before ?! Let’s go !" He said restarting the car.

★

You took a seat at one of the few tables that were in place at the back of the library.

You hoped to use that face to face moment to talk to Scaramouche more before having to tell him that you like him even thought you don’t know him as much as you wish you did.

But that hope quickly died down when you saw that he did everything but stay in place.

He seemed to love books more than anything because he was going from aisle to aisle grabbing some of them so that he could read the back and either putting them back where they belong or nesting them under his arm.

After 20 minutes of that he sat down in front of you, pushed his cup aside and put down the 7 books he had picked up.

Some were novels, some were mangas, some were comics. The genre also seemed to be very different from one book to another.

"I’m so happy they restocked, i’m going to read all of them as fast as possible." He said, taking a sip of his coffee and making a funny face when he realised it was now lukewarm.

"So… you like books, eh ?" You laughed, not finding anything else to say to start a conversation

"Yeah, books are great."

"What’s your favourite ?"

He leaned even more into the backrest of his chair

"Uhm… if i had to say one it would probably be…"

He clicked his tongue not really knowing what to answer

"Oh ! The house of leaves is a super cool one ! I love it !" He exclaimed in a ‘obviously why didn’t i think of that one before’ voice.

"Oh really ? I never heard of it i should check it out."

"What’s your favourite ?"

"Uhm… I don’t really know"

He nodded.

If the entirety of the date was going to be this way, it was going to feel painfully awkward.

★

The walk back to the car was awkward as well even after the many attempts that both of you had at making conversation.

Scaramouche looked as good as ever even though he still didn’t discard of his coat and you were dying to see what was underneath and what kind of outfit he managed to pull together this time.

While in the parking lot, you noticed a few people staring at him and it almost made you feel proud.

"You feeling ok ?" He asked as soon as the car doors closed " you shouldn’t have forced yourself to come if you were feeling bad."

"I’m fine. It’s fine." You sighed "i’m fine."

"The more you say it the less i believe you." He laid his palm against your forehead "well, you don’t feel hot so that’s great." His hand traveled from your forehead to your cheek.

´If you keeps touching you like that, I might start feeling hot.´ you thought but didn’t dare to say out loud.

He looked at your eyes then your lips then your eyes again and you hoped to God he’d just kiss you but instead he took his hand off your face and rested his head back into the car seat headrest.

"So ? Where are we going next ?"

"Uhm…" you checked the time. It was already pushing 8pm "we could go eat."

"Sure that’s fine by me. Where ?"

"I’ll let you pick" you said trying to sound gentlemanly but knowing it was only because you had no idea what to pick and judging by his face, you didn’t fool him.

"We could go to a japanese restaurant."

"Don’t you already eat japanese at home ? It’s a bit boring for you isn’t it ?"

"It’s fine i haven’t had it in a while and i miss it. I’m doing this for me mostly."

You knew he was lying.

"I saw some leftovers when i went over, though ? If you want me to try it just say so." You teased

All he did was hum before starting the car engine."

★

Unlike what you expected, you weren’t face to face with him but instead sitting next to each other at a sushi bar.

"I haven’t had sushi in forever." You clapped your hands, excited for the huge free meal you were about to get.

"I could eat those forever, i’ll never get tired."

You downed the 4 makis you grabbed on the moving tray as soon as they were in front of you.

Before you could even grab something else, a green plate of three tempura was gently placed on top of the plate you just cleaned.

"Are you trying to shut me up ?"

"How’d you guess ?" He smirked half jokingly. "Try those next"

"If you insist !"

You took a bite out of it but before you could have a second one you suddenly felt like somebody was looking at you.

"What ? Were you planning on eating those or something ?" You didn’t have to stare back at him to know that it was his eyes that were gazing at you.

"No, no."

You took a second bite but almost choked when you felt his cold palm on your cheek.

You pulled away startled and uncomfortable by the sudden cold.

"What’s your deal, dude ?" You said, feeling your face heating up.

"Just checkin’ to see if you felt less warm than earlier."

"You said I didn’t feel warm at all earlier."

He looked away staring down at the plate of sushi he helped himself to previously

"Checking to see if it feel warmer then, i guess."

"God, you’ll be the death of me one day."

★

"You should take me out more often."

"Just so you can use me and drain my finances ? No way, i’m never doing this again."

You were leaning against the car, trying your best not to cough as the smoke from the cigarette Scaramouche lit made it’s way through your nostrils.

He seemed to noticed, telling you at least five time that if the smell was bothering you, he could open up the car and you could enjoy all the clean air you wanted but you so desperately wanted to stay close to him.

"Do you smoke a lot ?"

Scaramouche brought the cigarette to his lips, nestling it between them before inhale deeply. He brought it back to his side before releasing the breath he was holding, creating a cloud of fog in front of him.

He took so long to answer you thought he didn’t hear

"Not really. Tonight’s just a great night for a smoke." He finally said.

"How so ?"

He turned and glanced at you before looking up to the sky.

"The sun is setting, the sky is a mix of purple and orange, we’re in an empty parking lot talking about trivial stuff, it’s a friday night. It’s great for a smoke."

You giggled "When did you become so poetic ?"

He sat down, back against the driver’s side door and you did the same.

He put his cigarette out on the floor and rested his head on your shoulder.

"Are you tired ?" You asked, trying to stop your voice from cracking

"Yeah. Just a bit. Do you want to go anywhere else ?"

"No, not today."

Silence installed itself, a non awkward one this time. Only the sound of the wind let itself be heard and the few screams and giggles from the skatepark not too far.

"I love you, kuni."

He straightened up instantly

"What ?"

"I think I do ? Have feelings for you, I mean. I’m pretty certain."

"Wait… Huh ??"

You got up before he could even make sense of the situation

"Today was nice. I live not too far so i’ll walk. Thank you for driving me around." If you had the guts you would’ve kissed his forehead

You fled before he even had the chance to speak.

Extras !

• car seat headrest reference

• "erm i don’t like sushi 🤓☝️" WELL TOO BAD 👎👎

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[inotcat04]

Hi!I am back with the thing that I have been cooking up!Also Sorry but there is going to be a part 2 because I don’t want you guys to read this for too long so I have decided to split it.Please leave a comment to let me know if anything is incorrect!Anyways,I hope you enjoy it!

Extra Stan

Stanely and Stanford had just finished school and were heading home for summer break together.

“Yes!I can’t wait to go home and work on my comic!Summer break here I come!”Stan exclaimed and punched his fist in the air to show his happiness.It was finally summer break and Stan had been wanting to start a new comic before summer break but was stopped when his mother said that he could write it during summer break so to not break his mother’s trust,he decided he could wait.”Well,you can write it after you show pa your report book.”Stanford replied as him and Stan walked back to their house.”Alright pointdexter.Now let me guess what you got.hmmmmm..”Stan answered as he put his finger to his chin like he always did when he thought of something.

”You got straight A’s!”Stan shouted with confidence.”Yes!How did you guess correctly?”Ford asked while looking puzzlingly at Stan with his eyebrows furrowed.”You always get straight A’s!It is not that surprising.”Stan clarified and jabbed ford with his elbow.”What did you get?”Ford asked.”You haven’t said anything about your report book?”Ford said while looking at Stan worriedly when he saw a few tears well up in his eyes but Stan quickly pushed them away before Ford could say anything.But he brushed it off thinking that Stan would tell him later but now was a happy time so he wasn’t going to ask.”Ummmm.I haven’t looked yet.”Stan lied while looking down at his book.He really didn’t want to tell Ford that he got an F in history.”Stan?Don’t I have a right to know what you got.Anyways I told you what I got!”Ford asked while slamming his fist in his palm to drive his point further.”Ok,well I -“Stan started as they went into their house but was interrupted by his pa.

“STANELY!HOW COULD YOU GET AN F- FOR YOUR HISTORY?”Pa shouted,looking like he was going to blow any second,as he stormed up to Stan and Ford.Ford was surprised and looked at Stan for clarification but when he saw Stan,his blood ran cold.He knew something wasn’t right when he saw Stan’s face.

Stan was as pale as a ghost and stared back at Pa with sadness and most of all,fear,in his eyes.Ford hadn’t seen Stan look as scared as he did now.”What did you get Stanford.”Pa barked as he held out a hand to get ford’s report book that was in ford’s hands.Ford glanced at Stan and it was full of fear and terror.Ford was scared of what Pa would do to Stan if he found out Ford had gotten straight A’s but he couldn’t just lie.The report book was in his hands at that instant and he also couldn’t run away,Pa would surely catch him before he could even run away and he would also get into trouble.Ford knew what he had to do at that instant,he had no choice.

He shot Stan a sorrowful look.hoping Stan understood what he was about to do.Ford handed his report book to his father.Filbrick ripped open Ford’s report book and scanned his scores in a matter of seconds.”Hand me your report book Stanely.”Pa said coldly while staring daggers at him.Stanely handed the book to Pa and held ford’s hand tightly.He knew what was going to happen.Pa ripped open Stanely’s report book and began looking back and forth between the two books.He had an expression neither Stan nor Ford could read.

“How could your brother got an A for his history and YOU GOT A F-!”Filbrick shouted so loud that some neighbours around the neighbourhood came out to see the noise and they stared at Filbrick.Filbrick just shot them that could kill bill himself and slammed the door shut.”Pa,never mind the history but look I got improved in my English.From a C to a B.Isn’t that good?”Stan asked while whispering because he felt like if he also raised his voice.his father would blow him up with his stares right then and there.You could feel the tension in the air.If the tension was fog,everyone in this room would be choking trying to get air.

“THAT DOESN’T MATTER!WHAT MATTERS IS THAT YOU GOT AN F- ON YOUR HISTORY TEST!YOU KNOW YOUR OWN TEACHER SAID IT WAS MATHEMATICALLY IMPOSSIBLE FOR YOU TO GET!!!!”Filbrick roared while his face was slowly turning red.”But-“Stan began but was immediately shushed by a tight slap by Filbrick.The sound echoed through the walls in the house and left a big hand print on Stan’s face.”HOW DARE YOU TALK BACK TO ME.YOU KNOW WHAT!STAY ON THE LAWN UNTIL YOU LEARNT YOUR LESSON AND HOLD UP A SIGN THAT I WILL MAKE FOR YOU!!!”Filbrick shouted,steam was blowing out of his ear at this point.Ford looked at Stan flabbergasted at what their Pa just did to Stan.Ford saw a tear roll down Stan cheek.And then another came and suddenly streams of tears were flowing down his cheeks.Stan felt his face and tears were rolling down it slowly.Ford was expecting Stan to say something like “You just hit me!” Or something in surprise or disbelief or angry or anything but he just ran past their father and went up to his room.Ford followed him while looking at his father with betrayal spelled in his eyes.Ford knew that Pa had bad anger issues but not to the point where he would hit his own son.Pa had really crossed the line

Filbrick looked at his palm which was red from the smack to the face and smirked at it.That fool got what he deserved.Stanely really thought he could be the man of the house all of the sudden.He needed to be pulled down a step because he was always going to be the man of the house.Filbrick then had a “genius” idea for what Stan could hold outside their house as punishment.A Evil smile came on to his face and he went to go and get a marker and a sign board.”This will surely teach him a lesson!”Filbrick muttered as he began writing.

“Stan!Open up please!It’s me Ford!I’m sorry!!Please open up!You can talk all you want about your Superheros!PLEASE!Just answer me!!!”Ford pleaded worriedly as he banged onto the door for Stan to open.There wasn’t a respond.Just silence.So Ford didn’t say anything to and just sat outside the door for awhile.Ford was slightly convinced that Stan would open the door but he didn’t even after 30 minutes had pasted .Ford hoped that Stan wasn’t to mad at him but then Ford realised something.If he had never given his report book to Pa he wouldn’t have gotten that slap on his face.A wave of guilt overcame him and tears loomed behind his eyes as he waited for Stan to open up the door.

After 30 minutes,Ford decided he was going to do something.Stan couldn’t pretend that this was going to fix itself.He needed to let it all out and he was going to help him do that though Stan had always been better at the comforting stuff.If he could solve how to find the jersey devil.He could surely cheer Stan up somehow but first he needed to open the door.Thankfully Stan had taught him how to pick locks so that was good.

One stolen bobby pin form his mother and he was back to pick the lock.He could his father scamming customers outside but he was to angry at him to care.Ford bended the bobby pin just like how Stan had taught him and unlocked the dooor but when he entered.He didn’t find Stan.

“Stan?”Ford asked worriedly while looking around the room for clues.He saw the pile of blankets on Stan bed.”Ah ha!Oh.”Ford exclaimed but turn to realisation when he pull off the blanket to find a pile of stuffy under the blanket.”Oh yeah!Are you here!Oh.”Ford shouted excitedly as he went into the blanket and Pillow fort him and Stan had built during the winter holiday and hadn’t taken down but he wasn’t there either.Suddenly a random breeze entered the room,”Huh?why does the room feel cooler.”Ford questioned and looked to the window.The confusion quickly turned to realisation.”I know where you are Stanely.” Ford muttered to himself and climbed out of the window and onto the street with the rope that Stan had made before breaking out of the house.

Once Stanford had successfully broken out of his house,he ran to the place where he knew Stan was.Stan’O War.His pounding heart beat matched also pounding footsteps as he ran to the beach where he knew Stan was.

He arrived at the ship and in a little compartment sat Stan with tear stained cheeks,puffy eyes and a red nose which was still leaking.”Stan!Are you alright?”ford asked while looking worriedly at Stan whose tears,who he had been holding in,fell down his cheeks silently.Ford stood there for a while still staring at Stan with worry plastered all over his face.Stan took a deep breath and gestured for Ford to come into the compartment.Ford knew that Stan didn’t want anyone to see him cry.Ford,not asking questions,went in and closed the compartment door.

The compartment was their bedroom for when they would finish up with the Stan’O War.It had two beds,Blue and red wallpaper.The red side having boxing stars and superheroes while the other side being the blue side had the jersey devil and other calculations for math or some other nerd stuff and the best part was that it was all underneath the ship so it was,what Stanely called it,The Stan twins bunker.Ford went to sit on his own bed which squeaked the moment he sat on it which made Stan laugh.So ford did it a few more times and each time it made Stan laugh.”It sounds like a fart!”Stan laughed tearfully as he went on to his own bed and started doing the same thing.They both started laughing together,Ford forgetting what was the question he had asked Stan before entering the Bunker.It was all part of Stan plan,he really didn’t want to talk about what had happened some minutes ago at the house so he decided to pretend to laugh to get out of talking about it.The burn mark was still there.Painful but he had experienced worse during boxing matches.

After they both had composed himself,much to Stan’s dismay,Ford began.”Stan,again,are you alright?”.”Whoa!Look at that!”Stan exclaimed with fake surprise on his face while pointing to the wall.The moment ford look at the wall,Stan bolted to the ladder leading to the door and climbed up quickly and tried to open the door but ford locked it after going in.At first it was to make sure no one entered but at least it worked for this situation too.Stan frantically started to look for a bobby pin to pick the lock or better the actual key but to his disappointment.He couldn’t find it.”Ugh!Where is it!”Stan exclaimed angrily while searching in his

When Stan ran he followed after him.Well tried,Ford also had noodle leg while Stan form all the boxing he did had very strong and fast legs so Stan was way faster than Ford.”Why couldn’t he just talk about it!”Ford mumbled to himself as he ran after Stan.Stan had given up on looking for the key and decided to open it by force.Stan started banging on the door very hard to,somehow,break it down and get out or to maybe get attention.”Come on Stan!You can do it!”Stan muttered to himself as he continued to push and punch the door with all of his force.Ford finally caught up to him.I really need to work on doing more workouts.Ford thought as he panted heavily next to the ladder that Stan was on while he was still trying to open that door.

After awhile of punching,Stan went down the ladder and slumped down next to ford who was just sitting here.”I knew you would be back.”Ford deadpanned while smirking mischievously at Stan.Stan looked at him dumbfounded.”How?”Stan asked with his eyes open wide in disbelief.”Well this type of wood is called angi-“Ford began but was shushed by Stan.”Short version.”Stan deadpanned while looking at ford with an unimpressed look.Stan knew ford would ramble about anything so he just want to cut it short so that he didn’t have to hear ford talk about things that he didn’t know and didn’t want to know.”Well,this type of wood is impossible to cut without a chain saw.I put it there so that no bad guys would harm us during our travels.That’s why when you tried to bang and punch it,it didn’t budge.”Ford answered while looking sheepishly but then changed to confusion.”I thought I told you this?”Ford asked while looking confused.He could have sworn he told Stan this piece of important information.”Well,I may have forgotten.”Stan sheepishly told Ford,his cheeks blushed in embarrassment.”Hey!”Ford yelled as he jabbed Stan in the arm with his elbow.”So you want to chalk about?”Ford continued as he stood lending Stan a helping hand,purposely saying Chalk instead of Talk to lighten the mood.”Haha!Chalk!Nice joke!”Stan exclaimed as he took Ford’s hand and suddenly pulled ford back to the floor.”Hey!”Ford shouted as he laughed with Stan while they were both on the floor.”Haha sucker!”Stan yelled as he went to Ford to ruffle his hair but Ford blocks him and it turns into a wrestling match between them while they both laughed together,bonding.They both remembered this moment fondly as they grow older.

Hiya!Thank you for reading this finish!I hope to finish part 2 tomorrow!I hope you enjoyed it and if you didn’t please let a comment to tell me what you didn’t like.Anyways Thank you so much for supporting me so much.It really means soooooo much to me so Thank you.Every like,reblog and comment just makes me so happy.Anyways,Thank you and BYEBYE!💖(I honestly don’t know how long this is so if it is too long or too short pls tell me)(Sorry if I made Filbrick too mean.tbh,even though he is and if any trigger warnings are needed pls tell me so that I can change it)

4/9/4 21 13/9/19/19 , 1/4/13/9/20 21 13/9/19/19/5/4 13/5 !

Edit:Part 3 and Part 2

[lovebvni]

Hiiii ! Moonie here 💙

First of all : THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE READING 🙏 , means a lot to me !!! And I truly hope that you’ve been doing well and your life becomes more positive and the up and downs stop

About , whether the answers still apply : I think they do to a certain degree , actually ! ✨ since my ask , my view of manifesting really did change! Back then , I trusted loa and understood it but the trust wasn’t deep rooted . Found myself daily searching up on TikTok , Tumblr , Reddit , “if robotic affirmations really work” , and even tho I totally have the freedom to manifest (& shift) as I’d like , I still kinda was unsure and maybe also in a way afraid ???

I wouldn’t say tho , I am 100% there yet where I want , maybe I am around 83%? Been speeding up my pace right now , as in : stopping with excuses and taking my time to saturate my mind with new and good statements about myself !

( 🔵 about the answer from question one “ should moonie only manifest reality shifting , because she is trying to focus on perma shifting ?” —> “need to be used to the 3D and 4D working together to reflect your desires.”, “do you think this right with your own intuition?” & “haven’t you asked something similar before?” )

I really needed to read through the paragraph twice , to understand really what they’re getting at .

: if I remember correctly, I have asked something similar before shortly before or after I sent the ask to my guides . Right now , I couldn’t tell you anymore what the answer [ to my question , regarding me focusing entirely on shifting ] was .. however , in the meantime I had some time where I did focus more on my mindset !! And I think they meant back then , that I should become aware of what I want and maybe understand the whole 3D/4D thing better ! [back then I always refused to really let it sink it and didn’t really get the reflecting thing] — but now that I have become more to terms with loa and understood how I personally want to use it ( saturating my mind with my new story / statements and desires , till my subconscious gets flooded by them , LOLOL ) . I also decided, to purely focus now on shifting, especially after reading now your answer !💙

Oh and thank you a lot for the drawings 😭🙏 they really helped me !!

Unfortunately, you’re right . I would pick a goal or chose a plan just for me never sticking to it and always changing my mind , chasing another way before ending it / manifesting it . Lacked a lot of discipline ( trying to change that as of now )

( 🔵 ques two : “is moonie on the right track?” )

Yeeeah, the drawing did really represent me until recently! Feeling very called out by it , to be honest 💔😃 (playfully!) (that’s by the way a huge compliment! You did amazing and I think , the drawings did really help)

I think a lot about what you typed down there , really meant what I mentioned earlier : with changing my minds every other day and kinda running away from change in a way , making it harder for me for no particular reason .

( 🔵 last que : “should moon work on their prospective memory ?” )

I actually kinda worked a bit on it ! I also affirmed for a better one and I think I feel it has worked ?

Tiny question: is there a reason why you added the last song think of me once in a while,take care ? For some reason , I got kinda emotional when I heard it jdjddjjfjf

I’d like to ask if that’s okay with you , one last question: (if you don’t want to , then that’s more than completely fine💯)

A bit more than a week ago , I actually shifted by just wanting to sleep and heard my dr . Afterwards, I asked for confirmation from my guides and they said I really did shift.

Since then , I kinda chilled and worked a bit on my mindset.. and after reading your reply and what they thought a month ago , I can’t help but wonder if …

🔹their minds and answers have changed, regarding me being ready and..

🔹 II. if I should now completely focus on shifting …

🔸if I stop since then myself from shifting by just falling asleep (again)?

But I think, I am ready now ? Or pretty close to be really ready

Thank you so so much again for your help 💙✨

to answer ur tiny question, i add songs if spirit plays them/pushes me to add them. the title to that felt very important so i decided to add it because of the way i felt about it.

again, i’m getting to this late but i saw a rock — spirit is solid in what they said before. they want you to learn to have discipline and keep going until you reach wits end. “use your tools wisely.” don’t use them for a small amount of time then jump to something else.

i kinda get the feeling you’re looking for an escape from obligations. stop doing that and keep doing what you have been set out to do.

stop seeking excuses, and just keep working.

i asked spirit for a song you can interpret yourself.

here it is (it’s very on theme with the blue)

i hope this helps you, but seriously don’t look for an excuse for everything. it hurts you in the long run

[caramelstarlight]

“Two Worlds,One Heart”Prologue

Word Count: 1500+ A/N: Don’t flop I beg.

Tighnari X Kitsune Reader

"Y/N you're finally awake! We should go play!" Your sibling stated seeing you awake from your slumber as they patiently waited for you. Yae mikos tail ecstatically wagged at you, you'd mirror it back to her showing how happy both of you were. The life of an Yokai is interesting nonetheless but also hardships have to be encountered eventually. 

Your bond with Yae Miko strengthened to the point where it was unbreakable, but you both could only last around 2 weeks without one another. The calming atmosphere and presence you'd both give each other was always welcomed. 

"Yae miko is there any chance we can take a break from work for a few days? I'm sure the 3rd chief editor or main Shrine maiden can take care of our duties for a day or so." You asked, losing your energy from the weeks becoming more tiresome. "Now now my dear little one, if they take over our job for a few days, which way will we be able to tell it's all good?" She stated, eating her fried tofu while you ate your dango. It was a rare sight to see one of you out, rarer when both of you were. 

Unlike yae, you had your tail and ears out while Yae only had her ears. Everyone knew what Yokai you were, the Kitsune, almighty beings who gain a tail every 100 years and becomes more powerful with each tail granted. It was nearly impossible for inazumians to guess it but it was entertaining nonetheless for you and Miko to watch them all bicker about the ages of you both.

You looked at her with curiosity, she'd give you a hm in return of your gaze towards her. "Well can I at least go Yae Miko?" You stated, hangs moving forward and becoming fists while staring at her with anticipation. "Of course you can dear~ Just don't have too much fun that you don't come back alright?" 

She stated, continuing to eat her noodles and tofu. You were ecstatic about leaving inazuma for a little period of time. Goodness everyone was staring at your tail, swishing rapidly side to side. Glad the chairs didn't have a back and instead were stools. Or else your tail would be uncomfortable. 

"Does that mean I can finally go to Sumeru?" You said your usually pinned down ears slightly rised, hoping you heard Yae Miko clearly.”Yes, I’ll miss you though, make sure to send back letters to dear me.” She stated giving you a headpat and slightly ruffled your hair. “When do you plan to go? We need to prepare you.” Miko stated, seemingly finished with her meal and her attention fixed on you. “I was hoping to do it next week… Monday or well start my trip on Sunday perhaps.” 

“We’ll get the check.” Miko stated seeing you finished your dango, You getting out your purse ready to pay when she gave you a gaze saying “I’ll pay for it.” With a wink on her face. Luckily you understood. “Miko if I’m correct it’s currently Wednesday. I’m pretty sure it’s 3pm by now and we came around 2:30pm. So if I plan to arrive there daytime… Should I go around 11pm? I doubt the boat will be quick, especially if the shoguns lightning may struck which it shouldn’t because of our relationship is stable with her.” You stated, trying to remember correctly. 

“My my, when did you become a calculator?” She stated slightly teasing you. “Alright, I’ll let the Publishing house and the Shrine maidens know today or tomorrow. In the meantime, may you help me with reading our apprentices works? Or do you want to help the shrine maidens today?” She asked, stopping in her tracks turning back and waited for your reply. 

“Well which one are you doing today Miko? I thought you were going to read the works we have. Or are you changing your mind based on my input?” You asked. Thinking about the question she had just asked. “Well I’m going to read, you recently visited Mondstadt didn’t you? Maybe we could add a few subtle details into the stories. Or maybe Ms hina can help us out with her column.” She did her signature laugh. “Do we really need to bring ‘them’ into this Miko? Didn’t they go through enough with you already?” You asked, with a slight dead serious look on your face with ur hands on the sides of your hips. 

“Alright alright I get it, you’re too eager to read today aren’t you?” She stated, grabbing your hand slightly, dragging you towards the building. While you silently complied, knowing not to respond. Upon opening the entrance many familiar writers were working. You spent around the next hour or so making everything published go smoothly and refining books. 

The rest of the few days of the week were spent on researching, which is what you’d do when you’re away from your books. You learned about a few of sumerus native plants and culture such as the Sumeru rose or Nilotpala Lotus. They had a giant school called the “Akademiya” But its Archon wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Confused by this as most regions have their archons anywhere within the region made you even more curious in the nation. 

“Alright I need to make a quick trip to the stores to get everything I need for the trip. I believe, if I get everything I need it should be smooth sailing from here hopefully. Maybe someone can give me directions when I arrive into liyue and enter through the chasm.” You wondered hoping someone was kind enough to help you out. Fingers tapped against the wood of the desk. With the other one as a stool for your head as confusion clouded your mind. 

Grabbing your diary from the shelf, dusting it off slightly as it hasn’t been touched for a few days, dust covering your fingers slightly making it grey. Ignoring the lingering dust you read through, looking for additional information you may have added when you first heard about sumeru around a few years past. 

Circling anything you found useful that was already written on a page before repeating the process. With the occasional Fox and inazuman related doodles, debating if you should bring it with you or keep it here as there’s magic lingering on it that only allows you and Miko to open could be considered as a weapon if they thought about it. Gently and neatly placing it into the bag you were going to bring, which luckily for you could float so you didn’t have to carry nor had to worry about anyone stealing as Electrograna shield protected it. Adding electro to those who dare to try. 

“Well I suppose I can bring this. As long as they allow it I should be safe.” You stated, pondering and walking around the room, tail flicked slightly. You stared back at the empty desk, turning your light back on for the meantime. Continuing to draw in your sketchbook in your plant pages. Might as well put information as soon as you can. You never know when they can come in handy. 

Maybe I should book this boat. It seems to be heading to liyues city and I slightly know my way around so I should be able to make it towards sumeru with no difficulties or injuries if I’m correct unless anything is trying to eliminate me for some reason.” You said as you sketched a similar looking boat to help you memorize what it would look like before you had your trip. Which it was currently Saturday only one day or two before you can go to sumeru. 

Focusing the weekend on the same things felt repetitive, but now you can experience it differently for one week, sure you enjoyed both of your jobs but they can become boring after a long period of time just like anything can. Maybe you may have brought less than you need, but I should add more just incase like a first aid kit. 

*Sunday, Timeskip* 

The day of starting your journey to sumeru has finally came, rising early to not miss the boat, friends waved you a goodbye and gave gifts before you left. Letting you know how much they cared about you, although it was only a week, time apart is still time apart. 

Upon boarding, you enjoyed it. No lightning struck anytime while waiting for everyone else to board. Waving goodbye to friends who still stayed behind. Staring into the sea, unknowingly you were on the Crux, the ship Kazuha one of your friends was apart of. Using Sakura petals to mimic the little waves in the ocean with it tapping the water. 

“Y/N? Were you one of the ones who wanted to be on our ship to Liyue? I’ll be honest I wasn’t expecting you, I do not mean anything negative with that statement, instead I’m glad. I love seeing positive familiar faces.” He said lending a hand out to shake with yours. Shaking his you stared back at him starting a conversation. 

“Oh yeah Kazuha! Same to you. I thought I booked a different one but I’m glad to see you. It’s been a while.” You stated, your hand still lingering within his, grabbing him closer to you. “Aren’t the little ripples soothing and awesome?” You stated as you scattered Sakura petals with him watching. You let go.

(We used the hand we shakes Kazuha with to scatter the petals btw-)

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Spell of the heart. Chapter 5. Get to know you

Pairing: Morpheus x FemaleReader

Rating: PG

Words: 3100

Notes: Spoilers to Brief lives. Sorry, some events I cann't remember correctly

Morpheus

Her words awoke something in me that I was willing to forget. She wasn’t afraid of me. She didn’t try to seduce me. Furthermore, she wanted to know me as a person. And I didn’t want to attach myself to a human. And I shouldn’t give her much hope. She shouldn’t fall in love with me. I will ruin everything again. And I don’t want to do it. It would be better if she hates me and leaves as soon as possible. Does Thessaly want to ruin me that way?

“My lord?” Lucienne asked. “Are you alright?”

“Yes,” I replied. “Why should I not?”

“You are very distant,” she said.

“I think Thessaly wants this girl to be my downfall,” I admitted.

“That can be true,” she sighed. “You know the rule about mortals. But do you think this girl is going to fall in love?”

“I can’t risk it,” I replied. “I don’t want another catastrophic situation. I don’t want to ruin another mortal again.”

“I understood,” said Lucienne quietly.

Somehow, it doesn’t feel reassuring.

After Morpheus left, you didn’t know what to do or what to think. So you decided to return to the library and do some reading. Perhaps, it would help you find the answers.

“Are you alright?” asked Lucienne.

“Why shouldn’t I be?” you asked. And then you understand. Morpheus was here, and she thinks that we argued.

“You are just like him,” she sighed. “Lord Morpheus can be a little harsh. But he just worries about you or your world.”

“I noticed,” you said. “But I just want to help him.”

“I’m afraid you can’t,” she said.

“Why not?” you asked.

“The universe rules,” she replied. “You can make everything worse. And he is now in bad state of mind after…”

“After that woman left him,” you finished.

“Yes.” Lucienne nodded. “I would advise you not to fall in love with him. It cannot end well.”

“Why not?” you asked. “Oh, wait, the universe rules. But why?”

“I don’t know,” she shrugged.

“It doesn’t make sense,” you whispered.

“That’s not for us to judge,” she admitted.

You understood that Lucienne doesn’t want to talk about it. And she also doesn’t know why it is the way it is.

“Alright, how can I help him with missing books?” you asked. “I know there is a way I can help him.”

“Even if a magical user can’t find that woman, you can’t either,” she said.

“I know, I can help him communicate in another city to find her,” you said. “Perhaps I can talk to her. She won’t hurt me.”

“We can’t know it for sure,” she replied. “And Lord Morpheus won’t be happy if you follow him to the Waking world.”

“And what do you suggest me to do?” you asked.

“Just stay here until he finds a way to return you home,” the librarian replied. “You shouldn’t stay here forever anyway.”

You were annoyed by her answers and left the library. But as soon as you left the castle, Matthew joined you.

“Rough day?” he asked.

“You can say that,” you sighed. “I just want to help. But they won’t let me. What is the point of being in another world when you can’t do anything?”

“I don’t know,” he said. “At least you are not a raven. Perhaps the boss is still in a bad mood. And he is not cooperative.”

“I can see that,” you admit.

“But he can be good,” the raven replied. “It was just a difficult time for him. And I know he said to stay away. But he is desperate for company and a kind world. And he is so bad at expressing feelings. Don’t let it scary you away.”

“So you think I can talk to him?” you asked.

“You can try,” he said. “Talking is not falling in love. He thinks that he doesn’t deserve friendship or is incapable of it. I don’t agree.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, and you went to find Morpheus.

You found him in the throne room. He was thoughtful and serious, and he was looking at the vintage window with an image of a woman on it.

“Boiling yourself in thoughts and grief has never worked out for me,” you admitted quietly. “It doesn’t even feel better.”

“Perhaps I don’t want to feel better,” he replied.

He didn’t shut you up or tell you to leave. It’s a good sign.

“Torturing yourself doesn’t help you find her either,” you said.

“I can’t recall asking your opinion,” he said, looking at me.

“I decided that you might like a company,” you said.

“Matthew told you something,” he huffed. “That bird sometimes talks too much.”

“He didn’t say anything dangerous,” you admitted. “That place is beautiful. This star and stars are something else.”

“You don’t need to flatter me to make me feel better,” he said.

“I don’t”, you smiled. “I really think so.”

“Don’t get used to it,” he smirked.

And then he was distracted by some voice and became very serious again.

“My lord, your sister came to see you,” was the voice of the dragon.

“Death?” Morpheus asked.

“No,” he replied. “Delirium of the Endless.”

Morpheus sighed and looked tired.

“Let her in,” he said. “You can wait here in the library.”

“Can I meet her?” you asked.

“She can…influence you,” he said after a moment of consideration. “It wouldn’t be safe for a mortal to be near you.”

“Oh, alright,” you said, even thought you wanted to meet his sister.

He has a sister, you’re thinking while he is leaving the throne room. He said it earlier. Interesting. How many sisters or brothers does he have?

You’re waiting for him, but time has passed, and he is not here. So you decided to go to the library. And that is the moment when someone almost knocked you over.

“Delirium!” you said, Morpheus. “Watch where you go.”

“You hid immortal here,” said the girl.

She was pale. Her eyes were different colors, and so was her hair. And she wore a dress. You felt a little bit dizzy.

“Hold your strength,” Morpheus hissed. “You don’t want to make her insane, do you?”

“Sorry, brother,” she smiled. “Do you like fish?”

“I guess,” you replied, a little bit surprised

“Good!” she said, making flying fish and bubbles. “Can she go with us?”

“No”, Morpheus said coldly.

“Go where?” you asked.

“We are looking for our lost brother!” she said happily.

“Delirium!” Morpheus almost hissed.

“I can help,” you smiled. “You might need help if you’re going into my world.”

Something tells you they might act weird there and don’t have enough experience out there. So you smiled charmingly. You wanted to go with them.

“Yes, you can definitely help us!” she says brightly.

“Okay, so where are we going?” you asked.

“It can be dangerous,” Morpheus said, looking at me. “And that’s a family business.”

“Well, your sister thinks that you need help,” you replied. “Don’t worry, I will be helpful and useful. And what should I do here in your absence?”

“I want…to find her to bring you back,” he said.

“Alright,” you said. “Then I will help you to do that.”

“Are you always so stubborn?” he sighed.

“I can ask you the same question,” you smiled. “So, where to begin?”

“I have a list of people who saw him,” Delirium said gladly. “Where do I put it? It must be somewhere here.”

“Don’t tell me, you have already put it in your realm,” Morpheus said.

“Find it!” she said. “We need to visit this lawyer first. And we already have a car and a driver. It will be fun.”

You didn’t ask where she found these things. You just hope everything will be fine. Furthermore, you were sitting next to an absolutely distant Morpheus.

“So where can your brother be?” you asked carefully.

You didn’t want to sit silent all the time. You want to get to know him.

“I have no clue,” he said.

“Do you want to tell me a story about it?” you asked carefully.

“Not really,” he replied.

“He disappeared a long time ago,” said Delirium, and suddenly she was very serious. “I miss him so much.”

“He abandoned his kingdom,” Morpheus added. “And us.”

“Were you close?” you asked.

“Not really,” Morpheus replied. “But he was the most…kind among us. He didn’t want to cause more destruction.”

“Destruction?” you asked, surprised. “So that was his power?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Wow,” you said.

You didn’t know what else to ask. So the rest of the way, you were silent. But at the end of the trip, you’ve got nothing. The lawyer died.

“Who is next on your list?” you asked.

“We need to go to the hotel first,” she said. “I always dream of sleeping in a hotel!”

“We don’t need to sleep,” said Morpheus grumpily.

“But she needs it,” replied Delirium gladly. “And so is our driver.”

“Let me help you with check in,” You smiled and went to the registration desk. This came smoothly. But you’ve got only two rooms. Morpheus wasn’t happy.

“What do we need to do now?” he asked.

“I don’t know,” you said. “I suppose I can stay with her in a room, and you stay with your sister. Do you have any other ideas?”

“No,” he said. ”Perhaps, that would be best.”

“Alright,” you said, giving him a key.

You would prefer to stay with him. But he wasn’t approachable now. He was in a worse mood than before. But you hope to make him feel better.

“He is scary,” said Ruby, the driver. “Cute, but scary.”

“Yes,” you laughed. “I think it describes him pretty well.”

“Why are you going with them?” she asked. “They are so weird.”

“I wanted adventures and to help,” you said.

“Interesting,” she smirked.

You went to sleep, but you woke up because something was wrong. All the rooms were on fire. And you tried to save Ruby, but she was unconscious. And then someone took you out of the fire. You understood that it was Morpheus.

“We need to help her,” you said.

“You can’t help her anymore,” he said sadly. And you started shivering.

“What?” you coughed.

“Let’s go,” he said. “I don’t want you to die too.”

Die… This word stunned you. You were numb, and he could take you out of the building. You began to breathe and caught. Ruby died, and Morpheus saved you.

“Are you alright?” worried, Delirium asked. “Don’t say you are dying.”

“I think I’m fine,” you said. “Thank you for saving me.”

He nodded, but he was still holding you. And you didn’t mind.

“What happened?” you asked.

“They said she smoked in her bed,” said Delirium.

“It’s strange; I didn’t sense it earlier,” you said. “Why didn't I wake up earlier and didn’t wake her?”

“Perhaps the presence in my realm changed your dreaming,” Morpheus replied. “Your sleep was deep. I should wake you up.”

“Wait, you woke me up?” you asked. “Oh my god, I could die there.”

“I told you it was dangerous,” he said, looking sad and tired.

“I know,” you said. “What are we going to do now?”

It was already morning. So perhaps you don’t need to stay up for sleep again. But who is going to drive the car now?

“We need to move on,” he replied.

“Alright, but who is going to drive the car?” you asked.

“Can I? Can I?” asked Delirium enthusiastically. “I always dream of driving the car. It can’t be that difficult.”

“It’s a bad idea,” Morpheus admitted.

“I can try,” you said. “My father taught me to drive.”

“I think it would be better than Delirium’s driving,” he said. “It can get you killed. Or other people killed.”

“Hey, I can hear you!” said Delirium, offended.

“I speak the truth,” he said. “You have never driven.”

“Alright, where are we going now?” you asked.

“We need to visit Ishtar,” said Delirium.

“Who is she?” you asked.

“The former lover of Destruction,” Morpheus replied. “As we know, she works at some nightclub. We need to go there.”

“Alright,” you sighed and got in the car. “I need coordinates.”

“To the airport first,” Delirium said.

So you drove to the airport when you helped him buy tickets. Morpheus was sitting very straight on his sit. Like he has never flown before.

“You didn’t fly, did you?” you asked.

“I didn’t,” he replied.

“Are you afraid of flying, Morpheus?” you asked carefully.

“I don’t know what to expect from it,” he pouted.

“Really?” You couldn’t hold back the surprise.

“You can have fun at my expense,” he says, sounding offended.

“I’m not laughing,” you replied. “I’m just surprised. Here, take my hand.”

“How does that help?” he asked me suspiciously.

“It helped me in the past to get through this, if I’m not alone,” you smiled.

He looked at you, and you started to think he would refuse. But then he took your hand. His skin was pale and cold, but silky. His fingers were long. And you blushed a little bit. It was nice to hold his hand. To help the god of dreams fight the fear of flying.

“Is it better?” you whispered, when the plane was already in the sky already. Morpheus looked very tense and serious.

“A little bit,” he said.

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” you smiled.

“Do you want to tell a story to the Prince of Stories?” he smirked.

“Why not?” you said.

“Tell me then,” he replied, closing his the eyes.

And you began to tell him about your life, family and friends. No one understands your desire to go to another world. About your dreams. He listened without a word or a single glance. Perhaps, he even fell asleep.

“Interesting,” he said when you became silent.

“I thought you fell asleep,” you smiled.

“I don’t require sleep,” he said seriously. “Thank you. For trying to distract me. You are…nice for humans, Y\N.”

“Wow, almost a compliment,” you said.

“Don’t get used to it,” he smirked.

You felt sudden warmth inside your chest. Perhaps, you can get to know him better.

“We still have time,” you smiled. “Do you want to also tell a story?”

“Very well,” he said. “It’s a story about the god of dreams and gods from other realms that wanted to capture him.”

You listened about the woman who saved him. And he fell in love with. And then fell out of love and how they broke up.

“It’s sad,” you sighed.

“I wasn’t made for the relationship,” he sighed too.

“I’m sure it’s not true,” you said.

“Are you trying to analyze me again?” he smirked.

“Not really,” you replied. “It is just what I understood. I believe that you are better than you think. You saved me from fire.”

“You don’t know me,” Morpheus said, but he was more upset than angry.

“We can fix it,” you whispered.

“Why do you want to know more about me?” he asked.

“Well, we are in the same world and now on the same trip,” you replied. “We can be at least friends. To help each other in danger.”

It wasn’t the whole truth. You want to get to know him because he attracts you. But you need to be reasonable with him.

“My family said that I’m not interesting,” he admitted.

“I don’t want to know what your family says,” you replied. “I want to listen to you. What you like and don’t like.”

“I don’t have preferences,” Morpheus said. “All my life is my function. But I like good stories and find talented people.”

“See, you do have preferences,” you smiled. “I also like reading.”

“I know,” he smirked. “You spent almost all the time in the library.”

“You put me there, remember?” You pushed him a little. “But I’m not complaining. So what talented people did you find?”

“William Shakespeare,” he said.

“Really?” You looked at him. “You knew Shakespeare?”

“I inspired him,” Morpheus said. “He was unknown. And I gave him fame in exchange for two poems for me.”

“What poems?” you asked.

“Tempest and the Midnight Dream,” he replied.

“Dream,” you said. “It makes sense.”

“This poem was actually a gift for fairies,” he admitted.

“Wow, do fairies also exist?” you asked.

“Yes,” he said. “But they haven’t visited the mortal world for a while.”

“Can I meet them one day?” you asked.

“I don’t think that this is a good idea,” Morpheus replied.

“What do you like to do in the mortal world?” You changed the subject.

“I usually meet my sister or a few of my friends,” he replied. “Or people I know. I try not to visit your world without a need.”

“Why?” you asked.

“I…don’t trust humanity,” he said.

You felt like there was more to this story, but you didn’t pry. You couldn’t make him open up and ruin these pieces of trust you gained today.

“I wouldn’t leave your kingdom either,” you said instead.

“Why?” he asked, looking at you.

“Because it’s a fairy tale that came true,” you said. “All my life, I have dreamed of finding another world. Isn’t it interesting?”

“But you can’t sleep forever,” he denied.

“I’m not sleeping right now, am I?” You smiled.

“Touché,” he smiled.

Soon, you will reach the club. It was difficult to believe that this was the place where the goddess could perform. It wasn’t big or prestigious.

“What can she do here?” you asked.

“Hide,” Morpheus replied. “I need to talk to her alone.”

“Alright,” you said, and you stayed with Delirium.

“Perhaps we should find room for this night too,” you suggested.

“You make my brother softer,” she suddenly said. “I don’t know how. Usually, he doesn’t like mortals. But with you, it’s different.”

“I don’t know,” you said. “He has just started to melt up for me. But he didn’t trust me a day ago. He wanted to leave me in his palace, remember?”

“He is kind,” she said. “Deep in his heart. But he doesn’t want to admit it, so no one can hurt him. Are you not going to hurt him?”

“No, of course not,” you replied.

“He deserves better than all his previous girlfriends,” she said seriously, and then, in a second, became smily like before. “Come on, let’s find the room.”

It turns out that they only have rooms for lovers. And they didn’t want to give you the room. Then you're told that you are with this tall, pale man in black. That worked. They gave you the key to the room. It is interesting to see what Morpheus will think about it.

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[intelligence-networking-division]

>INSERTING TAPE ONE

>PLAY FROM BEGINNING

>INTERVIEWERS: LOUIS BOUCHER, [REDACTED] HUMBOLDT

>INTERVIEWEE: SISYPHUS MONROE

>PLAY TAPE

...

The tape began with Louis half talking to himself and half talking to Humboldt, discussing whatever came to mind such as whatever their respective teams have been up to and the robots they planned on interviewing.

“And you’re sure the schedule is set up correctly?” Humboldt asked. “We know who will be interviewed first?”

“Yeah, we do!” Louis replied with a wide grin on his face. “We have a ‘spybot system’ that will be arriving soon.”

“Good, alright. Hopefully this will go smoothly for everyone.” He replied. The medic was aware that some questions may be a bit touchy, and the last thing he wanted was for the interviewees to become distressed or uncomfortable. The same could be said for the scout that sat next to him at the interview table.

Not even after a minute of waiting, a knock was heard at the door, sounding like metal clanging against metal as politely as it could.

“Excuse me?” A soft-spoken yet flat toned voice asked as the door creaked open. “We are here for the interview.”

“Oh! Come in!” Louis chirped as he quickly grabbed his clipboard and got ahold of his pen. The spybot entered the room and nervously adjusted the bow on her hat before taking a seat at the table, which had a bowl of quarters in the center of it for comfort.

“We hope the commute here wasn’t too troublesome. Thank you for deciding to participate.” Humboldt said.

“To give a quick run down,” He continued, “Theres three sets of questions based in three categories. We’ll ask you all the basics first, simple questions like your name, model, and so on. You can opt to skip any questions you feel uncomfortable asking.”

“Understood.” The spybot replied. “I should also notify you off the bat that I share my body with three other individuals, although you are not obliged to interview them as well.”

"That was completely fine!" Louis spoke up. "If they want to be interviewed, that's absolutely something that can happen."

Humboldt nodded in agreement. "It doesn't take very long to set up a time for that. We'd encourage it, but again it is not something any of them are forced to do."

"Understood." She said again, as if it were the only reply she was allowed to make. "I will discuss this with them once the interview is over. On that note, I am ready to begin."

"Great!" Louis said as he clicked his pen. “So to start off, name and preferred pronouns?”

“Sisyphus… she/her.”

The pause was like if she were trying to figure out if it was safe enough to tell them, like a looming, judgmental figure that didn’t exist was always right behind her.

Humboldt nodded in response before asking the next question. “If you can recall, what is your date of production and the date you gained sentience? This is optional and can be approximate.” He continued.

Sisyphus thought about the question, trying to approximate when exactly the system came to be. “I do not know when we were produced, but I do know we originally gained sentience sometime in late 1972.”

She hesitated, unpleasant memories leaking into her mind, staining her consciousness like black acrylic paint dripping on to white cotton fabric. “Due to certain factors in our past that are no longer present, we have had to regain sentience multiple times, with the most recent instance of this being August of last year.”

The idea of repeatedly losing and regaining sentience both perplexed and disturbed Louis. From what he saw through Sisyphus’s stiff and emotionless demeanour, he estimated that she was mentally only in her mid teens.

“Would you mind elaborating on what these factors were?” Louis asked with hesitation in his voice, “Again, this is completely optional.”

Again, Sisyphus paused, figuring out how to word this as vaguely as possible while still giving a satisfying answer. “We were under the “care” of a malicious human who would take away our sentience as a form of punishment. I… do not know for certain why we continued to repeatedly regain it.” She admitted.

The prospect of such a punishment bothered both interviewers, though it began to make Humboldt wonder; When a robot lost sapience, was there still something that allowed for it to be regained? He wrote it down in a notebook while Louis wrote down the answers before speaking up.

“The case of sapience is still quite a mystery, as we’ve noticed. Regaining it again is yet another. We appreciate you deciding to share with us.”

“We can return to the general questions, if you would like?”

“I would like that, yes.” Sisyphus replied, a bit quicker than her previous replies.

“Of course.” Humboldt replied. “Next question is your model. This can be as specific as you wish, such as being a “basal” model or having a sort of specialization.”

“We are just a spybot.” She said. “No specialization that we are aware of.”

Louis nodded, writing down the answers on his clipboard before asking the final question for this round. “And are there any disabilities that you’re aware of?”

Sisyphus thought for a moment, wondering. “We have been informally diagnosed with an anxiety disorder. Though, I’m not sure if it could be considered a disability so much as a disorder.”

“A disorder qualifies under this as well, yes Now, I believe that is all for this section. Unless my colleague has any further questions?” Humboldt asked as he turned to face Louis.

“I don’t think so, no. Are we ready to move on?” He replied.

Sisyphus nodded. “I am ready.”

"These next questions, then, we have determined can be... difficult." Humboldt said with a wary tone in his voice. "They will be mostly discussing your own personal experiences, relations, and the like."

He continued, "Again, you may opt out of answering any that may strike you as too invasive or bring you discomfort. You are also free to cut the interview short should you experience any distress."

Sisyphus hesitated, considering whether or not she truly wanted to continue.

Finally, she came to a decision. "Understood." She said in that serious, unfeeling tone of hers.

Louis read through his notes as he spoke up again. "So, for this next round of questioning... You say three others inhabit this hull of yours, right? What's that like for you?"

Sisyphus thought about it, and how to best describe the experience to someone who may not be familiar with 'sharing'. "We have a... 'mental landscape' of sorts. Under ordinary circumstances I would spend most of my time there while Arthur controls the body, only occasionally being forced to take control."

"...However, due to the current circumstances, I have taken on Arthur's role for the time being. Typically only one of us is in control at a time, though others may spectate."

Humboldt nodded as he made a quick note in his notebook. "Next would be your relations with and views about others. This can be about anyone you feel comfortable discussing."

"I will admit," Sisyphus began. "At the moment I only have three at least partially positive relationships outside our head. The first would be Arthur's brother, Otto."

"I... have harmed him emotionally in the past," She admitted as guilt began to seep into her voice like syrup through a cloth. "But our relationship is improving."

"Second is our father, who is patient with us and Otto, for reasons that are beyond me. I enjoy his presence."

"Outside of family, I've begun to develop a relationship with a pink scoutbot. While she is occasionally expressive in ways that... frighten me for reasons related to my past, I greatly enjoy her presence."

"Pink scoutbot... Interesting!" Louis said while he fidgeted with his pen. "Are you aware of any other robots that deviate from the standard red and blue coat of paint like that?"

Again, Sisyphus thought, only recalling one other robot that matches Louis's description. "Just a green medibot, I believe."

"Hm... I believe I've met that one.' Humboldt said as he recalled. It was a little while ago, but he was glad to hear she was doing okay. "Given that you have mentioned that you have a guardian of sorts, is there anything else you'd like to bring up about him? Anything regarding how having a guardian might influence your day-to-day life?"

"Arthur has stated that he is the one that designed us robots."

"I feel as though we would be in a much worse place without him, likely living in the woods or under the "care" of a less unusually kind human."

"He... also aided me in having the courage to deviate from the identity I was given upon gaining sentience."

"How sweet..." Louis commented, feeling genuinely touched before remembering what he's supposed to be doing. "Anyways- apologies. I believe we're ready for the last round of questioning, unless Humboldt here has anything to ask?"

The doctor thought for a moment, and as far as he knew, nothing came to mind.

...Until.

He spoke up, "I have one question, actually. You said your father designed the robots, is he still working on such pursuits?"

Sisyphus shook her head. "Not that I'm aware of, no. Father is no longer employed under the man that created us robots."

A quiet sigh of relief came from Humboldt as he wrote something down. "Noted, thank you for answering." He replied. "Now, this next set of questions is more intensive, and we understand if you wish to answer none of them. They involve discussions of experiences with humans, Gray Mann, and the human mercenaries."

Humboldt figured these questions would cause more intense reactions in the robots, which is why he wanted to warn her ahead of time.

"Do you wish to proceed?"

"...These results will be published, correct?" Sisyphus asked. She hoped that maybe, just maybe, this would make more humans view robots as people. At the same time, she felt their efforts would be in vain, but she might as well help while she has the opportunity.

"They will be, yes. That is part of our process."

Humboldt paused to think. "If it does worry you, we can wait to publish your results until after we have more information from the others."

"Ah, no. No need." She reassured, taking a moment to let her fans whir. "I... I believe i am ready."

"Great!" Louis said as he sorted his clipboard. "So, other than your past experiences with that... less than desirable human, have you noticed that you're treated differently for being a robot?"

"No, but that's likely because I only tend to interact with Father and other robots. I do believe i would be treated differently if I ever chose to interact with humans other than yourselves and Father."

Humboldt nodded. "Alright, noted. What about your opinions regarding Gray Mann?" He asked, fully expecting this question to be avoided entirely by most robots, and he couldn't blame them.

"Its good that he's dead." Sisyphus responded bluntly. "As long as he was alive, no robot would be able to live without the constant threat of death looming over them."

Louis made a 'hm' sound while he tapped his gloved fingers on the desk. "To be fully honest with you, I'm glad he's not around, either. If I were to create a robot army and some of them turned out to be sentient, I would-" He cut himself off, realizing he's rambling again.

"...Apologies. Anyway, what are your thoughts on the mercenary you were modelled after?"

Sisyphus had her own thoughts on the matter, but for the time being she chose not to discuss them. "I don't have any in particular. The four of us have thoroughly detached ourselves from the idea of being a spy, and therefor at all related to the original spy."

"Hm... interessant" Humboldt muttered to himself before moving on. "I believe that concludes the questions, unless Mr. Boucher has something to ask? And of course, if there's anything you'd like to know, feel free to ask"

"If you call me that again I'm going to recoil into my own skin." Louis shot back. He absolutely did not expect to hate the nickname as much as he did. "Anyways, no. I don't have anything else to ask."

"I will take my leave, then." Sisyphus said as she got up from her seat, walking to the door and opening it up.

"Thank you for your participation. We appreciate it greatly." Humboldt said as Sisyphus left the room. "Should you have further comments to make, feel free to contact one of us."

"Noted, and goodbye." Sisyphus said before leaving the interview room, closing the door behind her.

>EJECTING TAPE ONE

[aidensteddybear]

little ! heather / cg ! alejandro but alejandro stressed, so he needs to regress today basically heather's first time caregiving

Regressor! Alejandro w/ Caregiver! Heather

(I think I understood this request correctly. Please let me know if I didn’t!!)

Heather could tell something was wrong with Alejandro, even though she was currently regressed. He was really quiet and fidgety, which was definitely not like him.

Heather took a small break from coloring and looked over at Alejandro, who seemed to be zoned out. She gently tapped him on his knee.

“Hm?” Alejandro hummed, looking at Heather. “Are you okay?” She questioned. It was clear to Alejandro that Heather was starting to go back into her normal mindset.

“I’m fine, Heather. Don’t worry about me, just go back to coloring.” Alejandro told her, forcing a small smile. “I don’t really want to anymore. I think I’m done with regressing for today.” Heather said, sitting on the couch beside of Alejandro.

“Are you sure you’re fine?” She asked. “Mm..mhm..” Alejandro hummed shakily, though Heather didn’t believe him for a second.

“You know you can tell me if something’s bothering you, right? I’m here to listen.” Heather said as she held Alejandro’s hand.

“Don’ wanna..” Alejandro muttered. That was all Heather needed to hear to know that Alejandro was beginning to regress.

Heather knew that Alejandro also regressed, but she had never seen him do it. He was too nervous to do it around her, even though Heather regresses too. He must’ve been pretty stressed out if he regressed out of nowhere.

“Hey, do you need to be little today?” Alejandro shook his head while staring at the ground. “Alejandro, it’s fine if you do. I can take care of you, if you need me to.” Heather offered.

“Not ‘posed t’ be little..” Alejandro grumbled. “Baby, it’s alright. You know I won’t judge you for it. Not at all.” Heather told him, though Alejandro kept staring at the ground in shame.

“How about we go lay in bed? You seem tired and cranky.” Heather suggested. “‘Kay..” Alejandro responded quietly.

Heather continued to hold his hand, leading him to the bedroom. When they got to the room, Heather looked at Alejandro.

“Do you need anything, honey?” Alejandro nodded. “Yeah? Can you tell me so I can go get it?” Heather asked. “Mmm..wan’ paci..an’ Rory..” Alejandro whispered, his voice a bit whiny.

“Okay, I can get that for you. But can you tell me who Rory is first?” Alejandro whined, before speaking. “Lion..” He fussed, making it clear that he definitely needed a nap. Poor boy seemed so sleepy.

“Baby, relax. It’s alright.” Heather spoke softly. “Go lay down and I’ll bring you your paci and Rory.” Alejandro whined some more, but did as he was told.

Heather was quick to return with the items he asked for, giving them to him before laying beside of him.

“Thank you..” Alejandro murmured from behind his paci. “You’re welcome, darling. Do you think you might need to take a nap?” Alejandro nodded, clinging onto Heather’s arm.

“I sleepy..” He whispered, looking at her with teary eyes. “Go to sleep then. I’ll be right here the whole time.” Heather replied. Alejandro mumbled some nonsense, before hiding his face in Heather’s arm.

Heather smiled and gave Alejandro a small kiss on the top of his head. She didn’t mind taking care of him, even if he was a bit grumpy today. Heather knew he was just tired and needed some rest. But, she did hope that Alejandro would regress around her more often. Heather would really love to help him out with it all. No matter what.

[burnwater13]

Image shows Moff Gideon's ship on Nevarro with stormtroopers and other Imperial Remnant fighters standing in front of it, with weapons facing the location of Din Djarin, Cara Dune, Greef Karga, IG-11, and Grogu. Image from The Mandalorian, Season 1, Episode 7, The Reckoning. Calendar by DataWorks.

Grogu had a question and he didn’t know who could answer it for him. Normally this would have been the sort of thing he would have brought to Master Beq and then the two of them would have walked over to the administration offices and found the Old Lady. Grogu would explain what he wanted to know, the Old Lady would pat his head and then waddle off to her comp and sit there silently. It was like she was meditating. A few minutes later she would waddle back and tell him the answer to his question. Master Beq would thank her kindly and Grogu would bow deeply, she would pat his head again and then they would go back to the school room.

Unfortunately Grogu had no idea where the Old Lady was, so he couldn’t ask her his question. He was always glad that she had left the Jedi Temple as soon as Ian showed up. He would have gotten into even more trouble than he typically did and Grogu always wondered if that was even possible. That meant he was going to have to ask everyone he knew, one at a time. Uff. That could interfere with lunch, but if that’s what it took, that’s what he was willing to do.

“Buddy, I get it, but we have a lot going on right now. I’ve gotta focus. Maybe Cara knows?” 

The Mandalorian was a disappointment. He was the closest to him and now he was going to have to traverse the room, with all it’s rubble and see if Cara knew the answer to the question.

“Dank Farrik! I don’t know. I’m trying to concentrate on what I’m doing. Ask the bounty guild leader! Maybe he knows?”

Wow. Cara was even less help than his dad. Grogu went to the back of the room and asked Greef Karga his question.

“Is this really the time to talk about galactic tax policy and how people with clever accountants embezzle money? No? Good. I didn’t think so. Maybe that tin can that brought you here has the answer.”

Uff. So close. Grogu could sense the truth in the former bounty guild leader’s reply, but it was incomplete. And he had a bad attitude. The answer to Grogu’s question made all the difference given their circumstances. Now he had to ask IG-11. Grogu just hoped that the droid’s reply wasn’t in binary. He understood it well enough but it took him time and Grogu sensed that he didn’t really have a lot of time to sort things out. 

He scurried over to the droid as it was creating an opening from their room to the basement tunnels below them. 

“If I have understood your question correctly the answer is not currently known, but may become known at some point in the near future. There is only one banker who handles sums like this but they are not present here.”

Then IG-11 turned to protect Grogu as another burst of blaster fire filled the air and a chunk of concrete fell and hit the Mandalorian square on the helmet. 

“I must evaluate the Mandalorian for injuries. Lead the others out of here. You know the way.”

Grogu had no time to argue with the droid that he could heal the human faster and without him taking his helmet off because IG-11 was handing off to Cara Dune.

“What are you giving him to me for?”

She complained at IG-11.

“He will show you the way out. I need to heal the Mandalorian. I have opened the path to the basement.”

“Come on, Dropper! Let’s get out of here.”

Greef Karga was already standing by the entry to the basement level. 

Grogu was forced to pinch Cara Dune to get her attention.

“I know, kid. I know. You know the way. Come on. Let’s go!”

She handed Grogu down to Greef Karga and Grogu coo’d to the droid who was speaking softly with the Mandalorian.

“Do not worry. I will bring him to you. He only has a mild concussion.”

The plain mechanical tones of the droid reassured Grogu tremendously, but he still wished he had managed to get an answer from any one. It was frustrating to have a question and no one to answer it. He’d tried with all the beings he was traveling with and he certainly couldn’t ask the people they were all running away from. If only there was another person around who answer his question…

“It was not his fault. We revealed ourselves.”

Yippee! Another person! Another person in Mandalorian armor! Grogu immediately went to her to ask his question. 

“This is the one you hunted, and then saved?”

Grogu sighed and then asked his question again. He was used to humans, or whatever this person actually was, ignoring him and talking to the nearest person who was about their height. It had happened to him all the time at the Jedi Temple. Except when he talked to the Old Lady. She always answered his questions after listening to him carefully. 

“Ah. My apologies young one. I haven’t heard that language in many years. I am afraid that I will disappoint you again. I am as concerned about that question as you are. If you find the answer, please find me and let me know what you discovered. It will answer many other questions that have piled up since the end of the Empire.”

Dank Farrik! How could it be that no one knew the answer to the question?! Shouldn’t that have been someone’s focus? Shouldn’t some one in the New Republic, or the old one, or the Rebel Alliance, or even the Alliance to Restore the Republic, or the Restoration Alliance of Rebels, or even just your routine pirate or scoundrel know? It was really important and Grogu just couldn’t believe that everyone just hand waved the issue and not only didn’t share the answer, but it seemed, based on his thorough research, that one even knew it!

Maybe you know the answer… it seems likely. You’re all Grogu’s friends. You know stuff. Important stuff. Stuff like, how in the four dimensions of the galaxy did Moff Gideon end up having access to so many credits?! 

Someone has to pay those ex-Imp stormtroopers and that shiny black armor doesn’t come cheap! Look at that ship for Revan’s sake! It must have cost a credit or two and then think of all the maintenance, all the food, all the cleaning bills for that fancy uniform he wears! All those credits must be somewhere! If they could only put a band of clever, street smart scoundrels together they could find the loot, take it and then let the Moff try and pay his bills. He’d lose a lot of steam if his creditors got a hold of him.

Grogu could just hope that someone out there had been thinking about that… someone clever and cunning and able to smile at you when he picks your pocket… Where was Ian when Grogu needed him the most? 

Grogu laughed. Probably in the middle of planning that redistribution of wealth. Grogu hoped he would get it sorted. He was tired of this guy following him around already. 

If not Ian, then who?

[littlemissxperfect]

1x1 with Hope Mikaelson

It was a time unlike any other that was for sure. Nancy had no idea what to do next. She stood there with everyone as they just watched the ground open up. The sirens of various trucks and cop cars going off. She could see just down the hill everyone freaking out. She heard the news reports. She shook her head as she brown locks bounced. “This is insane. They can’t just believe this is just…just a storm…a what…” Nancy could barely find the words to speak correctly. “You know what I mean…” She added feeling defeated in trying to explain herself. She looked over at Steve and then Robin before crossing her arms as she stood by Johnathan. This was way more beyond their control and to be honest Nancy even thought it was beyond El’s control. 

She understood what this all meant. It was time for everyone to get ready for the fight of their life. It didn’t matter if she was afraid. In fact, it didn’t matter if anyone was afraid this world was going to learn chaos unlike, they have ever known to exist. If she hadn’t been witnessing everything Hawkin’s Lab had done to this small town, she would think those who lived here were absolutely out of their mind. She truly didn’t know if anyone would survive Vecna. They barely made it out alive. 

Nancy always had a knack of hearing everything around her not just that, but she paid a lot of attention to her surroundings even more so now. She heard a voice very unfamiliar to her as she turned around to give the girl in front of her all of her attention. She was different and Nancy was a little confused for a second. “It’s 1986….” Nancy replied as it faded out a little. “Are you alright? You look like…you may be lost…” She said as she quickly looked back before giving her attention to the girl before her. “I don’t think I have ever seen you before…” she added. When she heard her ask about what had been going on she herself wasn’t sure how to really answer that question. 

“I don’t think you would believe me even if I told you…” She instantly responded. Although she knew she would most certainly tell her what had been going on and what was going on. It would not make sense and she was almost certain there would be a lot of confusion, but this was going to be very hard and an enormous fight if anyone wanted to help, she was going to take them up on their offer. However, something told her there was going to be a lot more to take on. 

[seriouslysnape]

Fighting Words

Sirius Black x James Potter x Remus Lupin x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Language. Violence. Physical fighting.

A/N: Part 2 !

Word Count: 3.6k

“You want to run that by me again?” 

“It was just a mistake, bunny. We all make mistakes.” Remus spoke to you through the bathroom door.

His heart ached to hear your sniffles and quiet cries from where you were isolated away inside the washroom, refusing to let anyone else inside. 

“Go away.” You croaked in a way that was desperate rather than demanding.

Remus wasn’t giving up so easily. He couldn’t bear to leave you like this. He knew that you were upset and embarrassed, so he didn’t take your request personally. He attempted to turn the knob on the door again, but it still didn’t budge. Remus sighed as he turned to lean his back against the door, pondering on how he should approach this situation next. 

Remus had known something was wrong immediately. It was an easy tell when you came barreling into the boys�� dorm with tears streaming your face and making a beeline for the privacy in their bathroom. You didn’t even mutter a greeting to Remus or James before locking the door behind you. James and Remus had shared confused stares at the upset, and they didn’t get their answers until Sirius came in behind you about 30 seconds later. Sirius’ expression had been sympathetic as he entered, giving his best friends a knowing look when he saw their puzzlement,

“And what happened exactly?” Remus asked Sirius to repeat the story just to be sure that he understood correctly

Sirius was standing on the other side of the door frame, remaining quiet as he allowed Remus to take the lead on this. He gave Remus a glance, watching the wheels in his head turn the way they did when he was thinking. 

“We were in Potions, and we were working together to make a potion,” Sirius began to retell the story again. “We were doing it correctly, but she went to get more materials and her foot caught the edge of the cauldron and it spilled-”

Sirius stopped himself when you let out a louder wail, one that alerted him that you were listening. Sirius’ face turned remorseful, looking at Remus with an apologetic look.

“-all over her and the floor.” Sirius finished his thought in a whisper this time.

Remus chewed the inside of his cheek. He was afraid that there wasn’t much that any of them could do to help. They could reassure you all they wanted, but it likely wouldn’t do much for your simmering humiliation. Remus’ and Sirius’ attention shifted for a moment when the door to their dorm opened, and their third musketeer walked in. James had been present when you first came scurrying in, but had to leave to go to Quidditch practice. He had expected you to be in better spirits by now, but was proven wrong when he saw Remus and Sirius still standing in the same place that he had left them, 

“Is she still in there?” James asked, setting his Quidditch bag down on the floor at the foot of his bed. 

“She won’t come out.” Remus replied, keeping his voice low. 

Sweat and dirt was caked all over James from his rough practice, his cheeks flushed red from the exercise and adrenaline. He needed to get cleaned up, and he could use that to his advantage. James joined the other two at the door, deciding to make his try at getting through to you.

“Hey, angel?” He called, only continuing when he got a sniffle in response. “Can I come in?”

“No. Please don’t.” You whimpered, refusing to let any of them see you.

It had been just over an hour now, and it was clear that you weren’t keen on coming out easily. 

“I really need to get cleaned up before dinner. I’m all sweaty,” He chuckled, hoping he could convince you by remaining casual, “The other two don’t have to come in, just me if you want.”

There was a brief stretch of silence, then some movement behind the door, and the sound of the lock on the door unclicking. James exhaled a breath of relief, giving Remus and Sirius a look to tell them to stay out for a minute. James opened the door slowly, only opening it enough to allow himself to slip in. He closed the door behind him, leaving Remus and Sirius to themselves on the other side. 

“He really does have a way with words.” Sirius grinned, and Remus replied with a soft chuckle.

They couldn’t hear much other than murmurs and mumbles, only catching a few words here and there. 

“How bad was it?” Remus asked Sirius when they realized they weren’t going to be able to hear any of the conversation being held from inside the washroom.

Sirius made a face that was more of a grimace, which in and of itself answered Remus’ question. 

“It wasn’t subtle….nor pretty. Slughorn didn’t give her a hard time about it, but she was still embarrassed.” Sirius replied. 

It was a simple mistake, one that would blow over in a day or two. Odds were that you’d be laughing with Sirius about it this time next week. It was just awkward right now, and it wouldn’t last forever. A few minutes after James had gone in, the door opened wide this time to reveal a beaming James Potter.

“Gentlemen, the princess requests your entry.” He joked, stepping aside to let the other two in. 

Sirius and Remus snickered, taking the steps into the bathroom. They looked at your frame that was huddled by the edge of the tub, the last of your tears streaming your cheeks as you looked back at them.

“Hi.” You said.

“Hi, puppy,” Sirius spoke first, lowering himself to sit next to you on the ground. “You’re okay, pup.”

He kissed your temple sweetly, leaving another kiss to the crown of your head when you rested on his shoulder. Your skirt and blouse were stained orange from the Potion that you had been brewing, and even your hands were sticky with the liquid. 

“I’m sorry you had a rough day, my love. But tomorrow’s a new and better day, yeah?” Remus opted to squat in front of you instead of sitting.

You nodded with a soft smile as Sirius wiped at the tear tracks on your face.

“Atta girl. So proud of you always,” James praised from where he stood at the sink to begin washing the first layer of dirt off of his face. 

They felt relieved that you were at least beginning to feel better. It was just a little hiccup. Remus glanced at his watch on his wrist, seeing that dinner was starting in half an hour.

“Are you hungry?” Remus questioned.

You nodded again, feeling famished from all the crying and usage of energy. Sirius snorted at James who made a noise of approval. James was always ready to eat after a long Quidditch practice.

“I’m starving.” James proclaimed from the sink, scrubbing at the dirt under his fingernails.

“How about you and Jamesie get cleaned up, and then we’ll all go to dinner together?” Sirius suggested.

Dinner sounded great, and getting cleaned up sounded even better. Sirius guided you to your feet, leaving the bathroom with Remus to give you and James some privacy. The boys had already put this whole situation behind them. There was no sense in dwelling on something so minor, especially if you were in somewhat better spirits.

After getting freshened up (and getting peppered with all of James’ sweetest kisses), the four of you made the trek to The Great Hall for dinner. A warm meal and a little social time would surely be good for you, so you were really looking forward to it. You sat next to Remus, with James and Sirius sitting across from the two of you. James was really on his game tonight, making jokes and keeping everyone thoroughly entertained during mealtime. You chatted with the boys, as well as Lily and Marlene who were sitting nearby. It was a much improved ending to an otherwise shitty day, and you felt as if a good night of sleep would have you back on your feet in no time. 

Your belly was full and your mood had brightened as you listened to Sirius tell the story of how he got in trouble for trying to steal a lollipop from his favorite sweets place as a child, and how he fought a mob of angry store workers singlehanded. You and Remus shared a look, because most of the story seemed a bit stretched from the truth – but it was equally entertaining. However, James was never shy to accuse Sirius of telling a bullshit story.

“I’m going to be honest with you, Pads. I think you’re full of shit.” James simpered, intentionally trying to get under Sirius’ skin.

“What?!” Sirius cried. “How dare you insult me like that.”

James and Sirius turned to one another, falling into a descent of arguing back and forth. Listening to them argue was always amusing when it was over something minor, because neither of them were very good at admitting that they were wrong. You didn’t listen very long before another conversation caught your ears, and it was one that was not as jocular. 

From somewhere nearby, you heard your name be mentioned accompanied by howls of laughter. A pit opened up in your stomach, because it was never a good feeling to be laughed at at someone else’s expense. Your eyes scanned the area for the source of the noise, and you weren’t surprised when you located a group of Slytherins at the next table over. They weren’t your favorite group of jesters in the world, mainly because their “jokes” were really just centered around making others miserable. Your Potions class was a mixture of Gryffindors and Slytherins, and the group currently talking about you had been present during your little fiasco earlier in the day. 

“What’s the matter?” Remus asked when he noticed that you were quiet and uncomfortable.

Sirius and James were bickering back and forth still about the validity of Sirius’ story, so they weren’t yet paying attention to you. You didn’t want to make a big deal over anything. The moment had passed and you had come to terms with it. You still couldn’t help from feeling lousy over it though. You looked at Remus and then motioned towards the cackling Slytherins.

“They’re talking about me.” You mumbled.

Remus glanced at the next table over, seeing for himself that they were indeed conversing about you. You had kept your voice low to avoid alerting Sirius or James because they were much more short tempered than Remus was, and you didn’t want them to get fired up. It turns out that your quiet confession hadn’t been as quiet as you thought, because Sirius’ and James’ heads both snapped to you in an instant – putting their argument on hold. 

“Who’s talking about you?” James demanded.

You didn’t answer, again not wanting to cause a problem. Sirius followed Remus’ stare, turning around to the Slytherin table behind him. It didn’t take him very long to figure it out, because this posse of Slytherins were notoriously cruel. The four of you continued to look and listen to them bellow with laughter and mockery. James’ eyes were squinted in annoyance, his tongue running on the inside of his cheek as he glared. Sirius’ reaction was more telling, because his flushed red cheeks and blown pupils were more of a giveaway. 

“It’s fine….really it’s fine.” You assured all three of them, doing anything you could to keep the tension cool. 

“Fucking blowhards….” Sirius growled, his chest beginning to take heavy, slow inhales. 

“What do you say, Moony? Should I give them the James Potter knockout?” James questioned in a joking way, but there was the same amount of seriousness behind his words.

Remus saw the flash of panic on your face.

“No, no. We’re not doing that,” Remus diluted the situation. “That’s not going to solve anything.”

“Yeah, but it’d sure make me feel a hell of a lot better.” James fired back, turning to meet Remus’ eyes.

Instead, James met your fearful gaze – and the pleading behind your own eyes was enough to calm him down significantly. James sighed, grabbing Sirius’ shoulder to turn him back around.

“Ease off, mate. Let it go.” James encouraged Sirius to settle down. 

Sirius was hesitant, and you could see it in his face that he really didn’t want to turn the other cheek. He obliged however, but only briefly. A few minutes passed, and the bubbly conversation had died off. The boys were irritated now, and you resorted to continuing to talk with Marlene and Lily instead. The boys were communicating with their eyes, something they did when they didn’t want to speak out loud. Remus was continuing to keep James civilized, which in turn kept Sirius in his own seat. If you hadn’t been there, Remus would’ve given James the green light – but he didn’t want to upset you further. The peace was maintained for a little while, but just as you thought that the moment had passed, one of the obnoxious Slytherins spoke just a little too loudly.

“I never realized that she was such a dense fuck-up.” He jeered.

Sirius rocketed out of his seat in milliseconds, and when Remus and James locked eyes – they weren’t far behind. Sirius stormed over to the table, his vision long gone red and his heart pumping hot blood to his head. Sirius knew that you didn’t want them to get into fists over this, but Sirius just couldn’t sit and do nothing while these two jerks shit talked you. Sirius would rather defend your honor and ask for forgiveness later.

“You want to run that by me again?” Sirius demanded, shoving two Slytherins aside to get closer to the one Slytherin in question in front of him.

James and Remus were standing tall behind Sirius, and this whole thing had you practically cowering. The sudden commotion had drawn attention, and now more eyes were watching and more ears were listening. 

“Oh, I’m sorry,” The Slytherin heckled. “Didn’t realize that I hit a nerve.” 

Sirius was standing over him, his voice an octave lower and his tone much angrier than just a few seconds ago. It didn’t help that this Slytherin was the same year as you and the boys, and the blood between him and Sirius was already bad.

“Don’t talk about her. Don’t even fucking look at her.” Sirius hissed, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

You were watching every minute of this, Lily and Marlene consoling your fearful frame. The Slytherin laughed as he slowly rose to his feet, Sirius not backing up or moving from the spot he was in. 

“And just what are you going to do about it?” He sneered.

Mostly everyone in the room was watching now, except for the professors at their own table – they were always a bit distracted from the students during mealtimes. Sirius’ eyes grew darker, the storm brewing behind them beginning to push forward and roll loudly. Sirius removed his Gryffindor robes, putting them in Remus’ hands as Sirius pushed up the sleeves of his shirt underneath. Sirius knew that any punches that he was going to throw, he needed to throw as many and as quickly as possible. Any kind of scuffle in The Great Hall wouldn’t last very long.

“I’ll tell you what I’m going to do, mate,” Sirius took a couple of steps closer, and all the air in the room suddenly became much thinner. “I’m gonna beat the fuck out of you.”

Sirius didn’t even wait for an answer before recoiling and throwing the first swing. It was a hard punch, and it knocked his opponent back into the table that he had just been sitting at. Now everybody was watching, and it was game on. The Slytherin boy bounced back, and he put his hands on Sirius’ shoulders to give him a shove backwards, and suddenly punches were being thrown wherever there was room and time to do so. Within seconds, the surrounding area was a frenzy and chaos ensued. Several people tried to break them up, which only added participants to the fight. Remus was amongst this crowd because he genuinely hadn’t expected Sirius to really start a physical fight. He thought that Sirius was just showing his Alpha side by threatening the guy. Remus tried to break it up. 

James, on the other hand, encouraged the violence that was currently ensuing. James' bicep was flexed when his hand wrapped around the Slytherin’s throat, pulling him in close as he spat colorful words of venom in his face before taking his turn at slapping him around. 

“If I ever hear her name come out of your fucking mouth again, I’m going to fuck you up so much worse than this.” James raged at the Slytherin when he had his hands on him.

Sirius was fending off other defending Slytherins and some of his fellow Gryffindors trying to aid Remus in separating them. Sirius had one primary goal – and that was to give this guy the worst time of his life. Sirius registered in the back of his mind that the professors had now caught wind of what was happening, and he knew that any more damage that he was going to inflict needed to be done quickly. Sirius broke through the rampage, getting back to his original opponent. Sirius was quick and hard as he forcefully slammed his elbow underneath the Slytherin’s jaw, uppercutting him so hard that it knocked him to the ground. 

Sirius was on his knees over the guy in seconds, delivering blow after blow to his face and wherever else he could land a punch. Sirius’ knuckles were busted and bloodied to hell – but he couldn’t even feel it. Blood dripped from his nose and his upper lip as he continued to beat the Slytherin senseless. Sirius’ eye was already beginning to throb with an inevitable black eye, but it was nothing compared to the guy underneath him. If Remus and Professor McGonagall hadn’t finally been able to get their hands on Sirius and get him off of the boy, then it was no doubt that Sirius would’ve beat him unconscious. 

The fight didn’t last long (as predicted) and it all happened so quickly that no one really knew what had happened. The only thing that was clear was that Sirius Black was going to be in some deep trouble for the next few weeks. Headmaster Dumbledore ordered for Sirius and the Slytherin to be separated – and to not be allowed near one another under any circumstances. Remus managed to drag both James and Sirius back closer to the Gryffindor table, each of his hands gripping the collars of their shirts in case they decided to risk going for a second round. They were both boiling with blinding rage and anger, the kind that most people only felt a few times in their lifetimes.

The Slytherin was hardly able to stand on his own, and his eyes were rolled so far back in his head that the only part visible were the whites of his eyes. Sirius had beaten him unrecognizable, and there was no telling what bones were broken in his face.

“What the fuck is wrong with you two?” Remus fumed when the professors were busy tending to the battered Slytherin.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Sirius posed instead, wiping at his nose with the clean part of his forearm. “Were you just going to let him get away with that?”

“No, but I also wasn’t planning to beat him up!” Remus argued, clearly displeased that Sirius had both gone against your wishes and gotten himself in trouble.

“He deserved it,” James defended Sirius. “He had it coming.”

James was pretty roughed up as well, but nothing compared to Sirius.

“That’s not an excuse. Don’t you two realize how fucking stupid this was?” Remus growled lowly, his eyes diverting to you and quickly back to them to give them a hint.

James and Sirius paused to look at you, guilt and culpability rinsing over them almost instantly. Tears stung at your eyes, completely horrified at what you had just witnessed. You never, ever liked it when any of the boys got upset because of you – and this was definitely a first. You went to run out of The Great Hall with an obvious swiftness, and Sirius tried to stop you with an immediate urgency.

“Puppy, wait, I-”

“Black! Potter!” McGonagall hissed, her usually glittery eyes now glazed over with irritation. 

Sirius saw you disappear out of the Great Hall out of the corner of his eye, his heart panging in his chest that he let you get away after all of this. Sirius didn’t regret what he had done, and neither did James. They had stood up for you in a way that they found appropriate and reasonable. While Sirius might’ve gone a little overkill at the end, he would’ve done it a million times over for you. 

They could handle any kind of scolding from McGonagall or Dumbledore. The detentions that they were no doubt about the receive were not even a blip in their schedules. They could live with Remus being pissed off at them for a couple of days. The part that they were worried about was you. They hadn’t shown a very pleasant side of themselves, and they had done the exact that you had asked them not to do. They were confident that forgiveness would come. That wasn’t the issue. 

The issue was that they were afraid of how you’d feel about them once this was all blown over.

“You two,” McGonagall pointed. “You’re coming with me.”

[inkyquince]

THE BACKROOM

Landry x F!PC

An expanded fic based off of this one QKS prompt! Commissioned by an anonymous lurker! You can commission me here or on me Kofi

content warning. Prostitute and criminal PC, gangbang, shady dealings, Mind break Landry, cum drunkenness. 3K words

“Nice to see you again so soon.” The smooth voice made Landry cringe, the criminal freezing up for only a moment before turning to face the brothel owner.

His thin t-shirt felt a bit too hot when he met those cat-like eyes, and he quickly yanked down his hood that he had tugged over his face with a futile hope that he wouldn’t be recognised. Of course, he grumpily thought, it had been fruitless, he wasn’t exactly dressed like any other men who would line up for the Friday shows. Others wore sweatpants and tank tops, or a full suit sometimes, ties loosened, and jackets thrown over arms, usually coming straight from work. He had hoped his apparel of jeans with a hoodie would help him blend in, but Briar always seemed to hone in on people who clearly not wanting to be recognised. Probably using that finely tuned humiliation kink to expose those poor sods, exposing them in more ways than one. And right now? Landry was one of those poor sods.

“Hello.” He said wearily, stuffing his hands back into his pockets.

He was hunching his shoulders, why the hell was he hunching his shoulders? This wasn’t school anymore and he especially wasn’t Briar’s lackey anymore.

“Here pretty early aren’t you, Lan?” Briar smoothly replied, plucking a spec of nonexistence dust off his sleeve. “If I remember correctly, you usually have nothing but meetings until nine pm. Hard to catch up with an old friend when you can’t even get through on his phone.”

Landry exhaled steadily. He knows. He knows why I’m here and he’s cutting into my time just to piss me off.

“Actually, I’m hosting one of my meetings here.” He jerked his shoulder at the well-dressed group just coming through the door. “They wanted to see the sights of the town and so I brought them here.”

Take the compliment and piss off. Take the compliment and piss off. Take the compliment and piss-

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” Briar didn’t take the bait, apparent from the sneer on his face. “Go on then and encourage your clients to stick around when you’re finished. The least you could do if you’re going to take up my best worker’s time.”

Fuck you.

Landry didn’t bother any further and turned away from him sharply, heading further into the brothel with his entourage trotting after him with interested coos as they looked around. He paused in the doorway and looked around, feeling sweat already prick against his temples as he scanned. Where was she…?

There.

He already missed the start of the performance thanks to Briar’s chatting but the group surrounding you on stage had only started to rip of your shirts, buttons flying everywhere. Of course, the crowd was cheering, so you definitely went with the bratty schoolgirl routine. One that was a fan favourite. Landry was caught up in watching, he only took notice of his clients again when one yanked at his elbow.

“Let’s get a table then.” The burly man grinned down at him, lips saying he’s finding Landry’s rare unfocused state amusing, but the teeth saying his patience for it is about to run out. “Talk about moving stock and then enjoy the show, the girls- “

“The men too.” The lithe woman added, clearing her throat. Another man nodded just behind her.

“Yeah, yeah.” The burly guy rolled his eyes. “So, lead the way.”

Landry grunted and started making his way through the crowd to some of the tables right at the back, finding an empty one with a dancer moving sluggishly, in between the workers being bent over the wood and fucked. The criminal cleared his throat and held up two £20 notes and jerked his head for her to get off the tabletop. By some miracle, she understood him despite the dark lighting and the crowd pushing in. She shakily gets down and is almost immediately swallowed up by the mob. Landry and his associates take their seats, at ease at the people, either watching the strippers, fucking some of the employees on the ground, or watching you.

The deal brokered could have been the worst one of his life and Landry would have never known. Too busy glancing off to the side, watching you. Those hands, usually pushing over stolen jewels and wallets, now were jerking off two huge cocks, aiming them at your face. You knew what your clients liked, knew how to work a crowd. Maybe that’s why he struggled to break free of you. You knew how to work people, work them like your fans, hollering at the group to fuck you harder. Your crocodile tears did wonderfully, the perfect image of a schoolgirl wandering down the wrong road and now forced to take one, two, three, four cocks and one cunt.

Fuck, your tongue must be good, the way the woman rode your face, head thrown back. Landry shifted in his seat, too aware of his hard cock as he watched the two cocks bully their way into your pussy. Pretending to listen, he just nodded his head at the conversation going on, as the last man was bouncing your ass on his cock, grunting and sweating.

The meeting must have concluded because he had his pen in hand and was scribbling down his signature on a piece of paper, just as the group on stage began to cum, painting your face, your tits, your cunt, your thighs, your ass. Landry quietly cursed the woman for sitting on your face, and not letting him see your own orgasm… If you even got one. The thought had him shiver.

A hand slapping his back brought him out of his trance and he shook his head, as if to clear his head. The criminal glanced at his clients, the woman tucking his signed paper into her blazer before turning to a nearby male dancer, holding her purse at him, and strutting off to a private room. The others leered at the workers making their way through the crowd, back in their element of charming the clientele now that you were off the stage.

“Maybe I should go and see if Miss Gangbang needs an extra hand in her lessons.” The burly man chuckled to his friend, starting to get up from his seat.

Landry felt a flash of something uncommon, something ugly with teeth and gripped the man’s shoulder, pushing him back down in his chair. At the bewildered looks, he simply scowled and made his way through the thinning crowd, most having lost their interest now that your section of the night was done. He passed Briar on his way to your personal changing room, ignoring the smirk.

You jumped slightly as the door opened, spinning around, and holding your towel up to your chest, trying to hide from the sudden intruder. Landry found it cute. Hiding your dignity like you didn’t get split open so easily on stage.

However, the smile you gave him was automatic, and he returned it with a slight lift of his own lips.

“Landry!” You greeted, not lowering your towel. “… We didn’t have a meeting happening now, did we? Did I miss it?”

“No.” He says a bit too quickly. “But I did want to talk… Business.”

You tilted your head and flashed an uneasy smile. Landry wasn’t someone who really reached out about stuff unless it was serious. Or if it was useful to him, like those damned black boxes that somehow always managed to get lost in the ass end of nowhere and almost always endangered your life.

“Sure, go- “

“Not here. Someone could walk in.” And he didn’t want any interruptions.

You blinked and nodded before clearing you throat awkwardly.

“You can go get a room for us… I just need to get changed.”

Landry blinked and flushed, as if he just noticed your state of undress. Which he was more than aware of.

You got dressed back in the outfit you wore on stage, with minimal ripping to your uniform. It would be embarrassing, especially in front of Landry, but you didn’t want to keep him waiting, especially since he was the one to seek you out like this. Not to mention having your sort-of boss wait in a room where people had been fucking in all day.

You were wrong though. Landry admired your uniform. Immensely. In fact, he couldn’t keep his eyes off of the way it skimmed your thighs deliciously. He struggled with speaking first for a change too, so you two just quietly sat together, peeling wallpaper and strange smelling covers for the bed. You finally stopped leaning against the wall and sat down next to him, admiring his throat absentmindedly. He usually wore turtlenecks, so seeing the unblemished expanse of skin, with his Adam’s apple bobbing every time he struggled to speak, was a bit distracting.

Finally, he glanced at you. He had to wonder if you looked this appealing to those people out there in the brothel, hungrily stuffing money into your hand before rutting into you like an animal. He did know one thing for certain, is that Briar did somehow know what was happening in each of the rooms, just so no workers stole money, kept it all for themselves or the clients walked off without paying. It’s why you two had agreed that you would never try to steal something from the clients in the brothel, even if that was where they were most unguarded.

Hard to be guarded when your cock’s out, Landry quietly thought. He’d be focusing on trying to stuff it back into his jeans or seeing exactly which hole he should indulge in.

He really shouldn’t be thinking with his dick right now. Or he should be. He came here for a reason, not just because he suddenly thought a sweaty, humid sex club would be a great place to conduct business. Briar always teased him for not ever wanting to dirty his squeaky-clean shoes with his dirty, cum carpet but Landry couldn’t take it anymore. You were an itch a random couldn’t scratch for him.

“Landry?” You murmured, splintering his rapid train of thought. “… The business?”

“Yeah.” His voice sounded hoarse.

You reached out to shyly take his hand, but he gripped your wrist. Ten rumpled £20 were pressed into your palm. You weren’t stupid, just shocked.

You didn’t move and Landry took that as consent, gripping your chin roughly and leaning into mouth at your bottom lip, teeth and tongue prying your mouth apart greedily. You took a moment to understand, as if you didn’t understand that he had been carrying around this sin, and it only grew every time he looked at you, that he didn’t want to fuck into you until you cried from overstimulation.

Your fingers flitted over his wrist for a moment before settling one on his hip and the other on his crotch, feeling up his throbbing erection. The criminal hissed sharply against your lips and pulled away, just as you started to kiss him back.

“J-Just… Get on your stomach and raise your hips.”

He wouldn’t be able to bear it if after all this time of trying to get up the courage to finally give into his vices, he’d cum in his trousers like a teenager from just some fondling. You gaped at him for a moment before turning away, clambering on your knees to the centre of the bed. Grabbing a pillow to rest your chin on, you flipped up your skirt, and settled down, just as he ordered.

Oh. Your touches weren’t the thing he was in danger from cumming untouched from. It was that cum leaking cunt, just a bit swollen from the bullying he saw it took on stage, but oh so pretty. Transfixed, Landry leaned in, brushing his pale, slender thumb over your hole down to your clit.

“I-I would have… Cleaned myself out properly if I had known you wanted to…” You trailed off but he wasn’t listening.

His cock throbbed as he stroked over your cunt again. He was used to cold and hard. The rigid stools of his pub, or the air-conditioned office he holed up in for most of his adult life. Cold, hard cash exchanging gloved hands.

But you were soft, warm… Inviting him into your body. He felt like you were sucking his thumb in when he dipped it into your hole. You had been fucked, not loose, but ready for him. The thought made his stomach twinge and he finally got up from his seated position and shucked his trousers down, hissing between his teeth as his erection finally sprang free.

The Fence got properly behind you, his cock skimming your raised ass and leaving pre-cum glinting against your skin. He smacked his cockhead against the rim of your ass for a few moments before diverting his attention back to your cunt. You squirmed as you felt his bare thighs press against your legs, his skin a bit colder than you were expecting, making you shift a bit. Your squirming had your hole kiss his cock momentarily and Landry hissed through his teeth.

“S-Sorry.” You murmured before squeaking as his fingers dug into the soft of your ass.

Landry used his thumbs to pull your pussy lips apart, dragging the length of his cock along your cunt, getting it wet. He had to close his eyes, biting down on his lip to keep from swearing. He was not going to cum from a pussy job, he didn’t want to cum just from a pussy job, but just rubbing against you was okay, just for a bit.

Your slick and your colleagues’ cum covered his cock in no time, Landry barely noticing that you always had begun to shiver as his shaft teased your poor clit with its movements. Ah… Fuck.

You froze up slightly as his cockhead pressed against your hole, savouring the feeling just for a moment before slipping in, almost at home inside your cunt. Landry groaned, his tight grip on your ass shivering as he hunched over you, more like a dog over his mate, than a man.

Something new you learned about your boss… Landry’s cock was as slender and tall as he was.

And by god, his cockhead nudged deliciously at a spot that had your knees weak.

“Fuck.” You breathed, eyes hazy as you gripped the sheets.

“Fuck.” He agreed.

Landry gave an experimental thrust, hips snapping against your ass with a wet slap, and you whined into the pillow, eyes fluttering shut. Soon he began a rough rhythm, the slick sounds of you pussy and combined moans filling the room. The headboard joined in, smacking against the wall with deep thumps, Landry too focused on fucking into you as deep as he could to notice the noise. Your toes were curling with every nudge of his cockhead inside of you, your fingers gripping the sheets tighter and tighter as you moaned and bounced back on him.

You were getting oh so close when you felt him shiver, cum filling you in heavy spurts before dripping out, onto the sheets. You gave a satisfied sigh. You honestly didn’t cum a lot in your line of work, but it was rare that someone knew what they were doing when fucking you. You were about to sit up, maybe turn to Landry and offer a few kisses when his hand clamped over your mouth. You froze up in shock but calmed down slightly when perfectly ironed out notes fluttered down in front of you. More than before.

“I’m sorry.” Landry murmured into your ear. “I’m sorry, I can’t stop, please, please, just let me- “

He was hardening rapidly inside of you again and immediately started working his hips, this time his chest pressed against your sweaty back. When he wasn’t babbling softly, his teeth nipped at your neck, your ear, leaving small, dark marks on your skin. The hand that covered your mouth pulled back and instead clutched at your chest, not even playing with your nipples, just kneading at the soft of your breast.

Both of your moaning and soft swearing resumed within seconds, rutting against each other like beasts in heat. Here, with his nose buried in your neck, his teeth decorating your skin and his cock bullying your soft, squishy insides, Landry could admit that you, your body, you skills, you, had proved to be such a divine weakness, he couldn’t handle it.

Before too long, he came again, and more notes fluttered down from above you.

Then again, and more notes.

By the time your thighs were wet with his cum and your own orgasms, he had simply pushed his wallet into your hand, both of you naked and sweaty and coiled around each other. Mouths pressed against each other lazily, Landry slurring out soft apologies as he ruined your lips, your cunt, littered every inch of you with bruises from his grip, with love bites.

When finally his ball tightened painfully, out of cum to fuck into you over and over again, you were out, snoozing against his shoulder, after murmuring for him to keep using you, despite the haze that settled over your mind.

Landry let his head flop back against the pillow and sighed, letting his cock spring out of you, strings of cum still connecting your hole with his head.

“Thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you.” He pressed kisses along your face as he murmured his gratitude to you in a low voice.

It wasn’t exactly how he had planned for this to go. Landry fully had just expected to use you once, maybe even just let you jerk him off and disappear back into his pub, back into his cool office with the hard chair. Lying with you on his chest, both of you fucked out of cum and with crumpled bank notes surrounding the two of you, was not in his planner, admittedly.

Though, he did wonder if he should offer to properly clean and iron out the notes for you, when you had awoken. It would give you both some time to see if his old chair could withstand both of your weights as you waited for your notes to finish up.

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[softyoongiionly]

Blueberries

It was always him, wasn’t it?

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: best friends to lovers au, slight angst, fluff, smut (18+ only please)

Warnings: brief mentions of a past relationship with unhealthy dynamics, an extremely brief allusion to the reader’s grandpa passing away, swearing, marking/ biting, dirty talking, unprotected sex, Jeon Jungkook. 

Word Count: 7.9k

A/N: hi hi!!! This is just a little summer treat for you! I saw blueberry jk again recently and I was thrown into this slightly unorganized plot lol. I hope you enjoy and I love youuuu ^-^ (unedited because I was too excited)

Jungkook is annoyed.

Like, really annoyed.

He’s sitting across from you at your grandma’s breakfast table, doing his absolute best not to roll his eyes as you tell the story of your nightmare weekend.

“…yeah, I guess I just thought things were different between us. I understand he wants to focus on his career but-“

“Right, what was it you said he did again, dear?” Your grandma asks the question with a rolling pin in her hand as she works at the giant pile of dough in front of her.

“He’s in between jobs right now, he says he has a really great idea for a tech startup, but he says the economy isn’t in a good place to pitch something like that.”

Your grandmother glances up to catch Jungkook’s expression, the two of them wordlessly exchanging their distaste.

“I see.” She replies but the sugar in her voice is stale, “Keep going love, I’m sorry for interrupting.”

You’re oblivious to the atmosphere in the room as you smile to yourself. Jungkook takes a deep breath through his nose as he notices that it doesn’t reach your eyes.

He hasn’t been this upset in a long time.

But he does his best to keep calm.

At least for now.

“It’s ok,” You assure her, moving the eggs around your plate, “We were supposed to go dancing, but then he decided that it was best that we stayed inside because of the rain…which I understood but-“ You’re hesitating and Jungkook feels the uncomfortable swirl of anger swimming up his spine, “-it was only drizzling. Plus, the place we were supposed to go was inside.”

“Did you say that to him?”

It is the first time Jungkook has spoken during this conversation, and he is surprised at the amount of venom that seeps into his tone. Being his best friend, you notice right away, your eyes shooting up in his direction.

“Y-yeah. I mean- I pointed out that we would be inside the whole time and he just sort of brushed it off. Later on, you know when we started arguing- he ended up telling me that he didn’t like the dress I brought with me.”

Jungkook’s strong jaw clenches and unclenches, “The blue one?”

You nod, perplexed by the intensity in his eyes. Your grandma’s sugary voice breaks the tension as she comes around to ensure that she heard you correctly.

“You’re kidding!” She places her hand on her heart, “That dress was made for you. How could he possibly-“ Her eyes seem to light up in realization, “He didn’t go dancing with you because he didn’t like your dress?”

You feel quite embarrassed as she takes your hand, and although you can feel the familiar sting of sadness in your eyes, you reign in your tears.

There is no reason to worry them further, you think.

“I guess so.”

“He’s an idiot.” Jungkook says plainly, his voice nearly void of any emotion.

“I concur.” Your grandma says, smoothing her thumb over the back of your knuckles, “Honey, please tell me you aren’t seeing this man again.” She hesitates and worries momentarily about decorum before deciding to toss it to the curb, “He sounds like an asshole.”

Strong language only leaves your grandmother’s lips on rare occasions and you can’t help but chuckle every time it happens.

She seems to relax at the sound of your laughter, but Jungkook’s posture remains the same as he awaits your response.

“I don’t know. He told me to call him when I-“ Your fingers come up to make air-quotes, “ ‘adjust my expectations.’”

“The hell’s that supposed to mean?”

Jungkook’s voice is deeper than normal, his arms crossing over his chest as he looks at you in disgust.

It’s slightly intimidating as you aren’t used to seeing him like this, but you persist anyway, wanting to see the end of this conversation.

“When he started arguing, I told him I would expect the man I’m with to want to show me off no matter what. You know…” You can hear your voice getting smaller, “…to want to dance with me regardless of what my dress looks like.”

Jungkook feels his heart break a little as he sees the crushed look on your face, but his frustration is still eclipsing all of his other emotions.

“And he told you to lower your expectations?” Jungkook clarifies.

“That’s horseshit.” Your grandmother scoffs, “When your grandfather was around, may he rest in peace, he took me dancing every chance he had.”

Her language makes you giggle softly to yourself, but you avert your eyes again, feeling rather ashamed that you spent so much time with someone who clearly didn’t appreciate you.

“I’m not sure if I can find the kind of love you and grandpa had…” You murmur, fingertips picking at the frayed ends of the tablecloth, “Chase told me that love wasn’t really like that. I tried to tell him that I had…” You hesitate, not looking across the table, “…felt it before but he wasn’t really interested in my perspective…”

As you’re shaking your head, Jungkook begins shaking his too. He adjusts his posture before helplessly trying to reign in his wayward tongue once again, “Where is he staying at again?”

“Jungkook…” Your grandma chides fondly, sensing his frustration growing by the second, “…would you mind going out to the garden? I don’t think I picked enough blueberries for a third pie, and I promised the Kims’ one by tomorrow morning.”

When you meet his gaze once again, his tongue is pressed somewhat aggressively into his cheek and he seems to hesitate at your grandma’s request. He doesn’t want to leave your side but he doesn’t know how much more of this conversation he can take.

He merely nods, setting his fork down on the table and wiping his hands on the cloth napkin before jerking his chin at you, “You wanna come? It’s supposed to storm in a bit.” When he sees your eyes meet his own, he can’t help but feel his heart skip a bit in his chest. He’s never done well with you looking directly at him like this, but the hurt wading around in them makes it much worse. He offers you his signature smirk, trying to lighten your mood, “Now I know you’re sad and all, but there’s no way my Y/N would pass up an opportunity to watch a storm roll in.”

The combination of his smirk and the phrase ‘my Y/N’ sends your heart into a frenzy that you’d really love to ignore. But when he reaches his tattooed fingers out towards you, you don’t really have much of a choice.

“Go on, dear. It will be good to get some fresh air.” She looks pointedly at Jungkook, “Make sure you two are in before the lightening…”

Jungkook nods, “Yes ma’am.” His smirk fades quickly when he feels your hand in his own, his fingers almost forgetting how to work.

With a kiss to your grandma’s cheek, you push away from your place at the table and begin to trail behind Jungkook as he leads you outside. Holding hands with your childhood best friend is nothing new. The two of you would often run haphazardly through the very same yard that you’re heading out to, spending hours lost in the same daydream. Foolishly, the two of you believed that life would be so much like playing pretend. However, you had come to realize that all those years running through the fields on your grandmother’s farm, chasing after bad guys, ruling over imaginary kingdoms, and pretending to harness the lightening in the skies above you, couldn’t have prepared you for the world out there.

When you texted Jungkook to meet you here, he knew something had gone wrong. He had been in the middle of hanging out with some of his other friends he met in college, but he quickly excused himself and rushed over here.

As usual, you tried to pretend like it wasn’t a big deal. You tried to play it off like you just wanted to see him, like your grandmother just needed help baking her famous blueberry pies, like you only wanted to catch up…

But he knew it had been about him.

Through the shiver brought on by the cold evening air, you murmur, “Are you mad at me?”

Jungkook’s eyes are narrowed, his royal blue hair beginning to move along with the wind as he tries to scout the location of your grandmother’s blueberry patch.

She moves it around every year.

“Why would I be mad at you?”

He doesn’t look at you as he begins leading the two of you towards the garden off to the left.

“I don’t know…” You feel uneasy now, “You just seem upset about something.”

Jungkook knows that he won’t be able to hide his feelings from you for very long, but he does his best to deflect the attention back on you.

“I’m just worried about you.” He assures you, still refusing to spar a glance towards you, “I’ve been worried about you…”

You sigh, “I’m ok…I just-“ Shrugging, you squeeze his hand in attempt to reassure him, “-got burned, that’s all.”

He pauses his movements, the clouds beginning to rumble above you as he lets go of your hand. He turns towards you, a slightly wounded expression on his face, “You don’t look burned, Y/N. You look broken.”

Your hand remains up in the air for a moment before you quickly bring it back to your side, “Gee thanks. You really know how to make a girl feel special…”

Jungkook shoots a cold glance your way as he opens the gate to the garden, “You know that isn’t what I mean. I just don’t understand why you didn’t tell any of us what was going on. You two were together for a year, Y/N. Every one of us just thought he swept you off your feet…” A bit of pain flashes through his eyes, “…me included.”

“I just didn’t want you to worry about me.” You explain, the steady grip of uneasiness slowly intertwining through your sense, “I felt silly for falling for giving into the life that he lived so quickly. When things started to go sideways, I didn’t know how to ask for help, I didn’t want to be a burden on anyone…it really wasn’t that bad honestly. We just didn’t click-“

“Why are you lying to me?” His tone begins to match his wounded expression, as he stops near the beginning of the blueberries. The storm clouds are rolling in from the background, almost as if they could feel the rising tension in the air.

“I’m- I’m not. I told you everything that happened-“

“Y/N,” Jungkook interrupts you, shaking his head, his eyes holding something you can’t quite decipher, “we don’t have to talk about this anymore. I don’t want to disrespect your boundaries, or invade your privacy but…” He points a tattooed finger in your direction, “…don’t lie to me, not after all these years…”

For whatever reason, you are compelled to reach out for his finger. Wrapping your own digits around his, you lower it until it’s pointed towards the ground. Holding it for a moment, the two of you regard one another in complete silence. His chest rises a bit quicker than normal as he attempts to calm down but for the most part you only notice the pain his pretty eyes.

And the moles upon his pretty face…

All you do is nod and give his finger a light squeeze before releasing it.

And Jungkook hates it when you do, wishing for you to follow through for once, wishing for you to find your way back through his fingers…

“So, we drop it then?” He checks, his voice much softer now.

When you nod a second time, he offers an unfamiliar smile in your direction. It pains you to know that he is holding back the things he wants to say, but you understand why he does it.

This is just the way things are now.

“We better get started.” He notes before a small smirk finds its way onto his mouth, “Your grandma is going to bake me into those pies if I keep you outside during the storm.”

His joke finally gets you to crack a smile, “For a woman that’s lived in this town her whole life, she still hasn’t managed to figure out how thunderstorms work.”

“What do you mean she doesn’t know how thunderstorms work? Y/N? Have you already forgotten Uncle Earl? Do you want HIM to tell you how thunderstorms work???” Jungkook does his best at imitating your grandma’s voice causing the two of you to erupt in the first bout of genuine laughter of the evening.

Your Great Uncle Earl was hit by lightening when your grandma and him were growing up. According to him, he had to go to the hospital for a bit and now has the coolest scar known to man. According to your grandma however, he nearly died (twice) and can no longer stand within 10 feet of an electrical appliance.

Neither of which are true, but she was four years old when it happened.

Kids say the darnest things.

“She’s ridiculous…” You chuckle to yourself as you bend down to inspect the bushels of blueberries. The sun has treated them well this year but now that the stormy season was beginning to roll in full force, your grandmother would likely begin planting something else in their place. “It’s going to be a bad one tonight, you’re not driving home are you?”

He shakes his head as he gathers a few berries in his palm before tossing them into the burlap pouch he brought along with him, “No. My mom would kill me if I tried to drive in this weather even though-“

“You totally could…” You finish his sentence for him, a smirk on your lips, “You’re forgetting about the time you and I tried to drive to hills to watch the flood and we got stuck on Route 14…and you cried…a lot.”

Jungkook is throwing a blueberry at your face by the end of your sentence, causing you to laugh all over again, “And you cried with me! We were holding each other on the side of the road until the fire department showed up…”

What Jungkook won’t talk about however is how desperately he wanted to kiss you in that old pickup truck. The two of you were much younger then but he can still vividly remember the way you huddled up against him, the way your fingers gripped the material of his hoodie, the way your lips were dangerously close to his own…

You are laughing despite the fact that he was calling you out, your eyes lighting up fondly at the memory of the firemen literally telling you to just drive slowly back down the hill behind them. It wasn’t nearly as dangerous as you had made it out to be, but the thunder roaring in the distance whilst you and Jungkook huddled close together on the side of the road is still fresh in your mind.  

“I was only crying because you started crying first.” You counter, throwing the blueberry back at him. But as you do, Jungkook opens his mouth and catches it right on the center of his tongue, a quirk on his lips forming as he does.

“Jungkook! That landed on the ground! You’re so gross…” You laugh, eyes widening in disbelief.

His smirk forms fully as he shrugs, chewing away at the soiled berry, “It’s just extra nutrients from the Earth Y/N, relax.”

Jungkook snickers just as he did when the two of you were younger when you turn your nose up in disgust.

“It’s just extra nutrients from the Earth Y/N, relax.” You mimic him whilst deepening your voice. He snickers again, his eyes lingering on you even as you turn your attention back towards the berries.

God, he really does think you are the prettiest woman he has ever seen.

Silence settles over you once more as you both focus on the task at hand. The clouds looming in the distance are growing darker with the onslaught of precipitation and stirring uneasily beneath the weight of the pressure building up inside of them. This was the first storm of the season and according to the weather reports, it’s supposed to be a doozy.

Normally, silence between you and Jungkook is comfortable. After knowing each other for so long, you could basically do anything together and feel content. You never needed to fill the air with small talk or unnecessary anecdotes; being with Jungkook felt very much like breathing.

However, today was different. Today the tension stuck to every surface of your skin and made you very aware that not only were you keeping something from Jungkook, but that he knew about it.

You take a deep breath in a futile attempt to quell your anxiety and Jungkook’s eyes are immediately on you. They seem to slice through your carefully crafted exterior, which is something he perfected long ago.

But he doesn’t say anything, he knows he doesn’t need to.

He just waits until-

“He told me not to see you anymore.” You admit, your eyes fixated firmly on the garden floor, your heartbeat rising to a dangerous level.

Jungkook’s eyes widen. He knew there was more to your breakup with Chase, but he never anticipated that it had anything to do with him.

“He said that-“ You swallow the fear rising in your throat, “-I had a choice; I could either call and tell you that I never wanted to see you again or…”

There is a dangerous amount of moisture collecting in the sky that mirrors what is occurring in your very own pupils. You don’t want to cry but you don’t know if you have a choice.

Everything was riding on this moment and your introduction to this topic was already so messy.

“…Or?” Jungkook presses gently, ignoring the fury he felt for this man that was supposed to be taking care of you.

You don’t dare to move your eyes from the soil on the floor as you nearly choke out the rest of your sentence.

“Or I had to call and tell you that I wasn’t in love with you…”

Jungkook’s own heart ceases to beat for the time being, the rest of his body trying its best to process what you’ve just said to him. But as intelligent as Jungkook is, he doesn’t always understand subtlety.

With a humorless laugh, your attention is finally brought up towards him, your expression rife with confusion.

“Is that why you brought me here then? To tell me this in person?” He sets the basket down beside you, wiping his hands on the overalls adorning his body, “You didn’t think this was something you could have texted me?”

You look confused now, “Why would I text you something like this?”

Every inch of his body is covered in defensiveness now, the normally smooth features that adorn his face are hardened beneath his assumptions as he slowly places distance between the two of you.

“Did you really think this is the place I’d want to find out? I mean-“ He barks a laugh once more, his arms crossing over his chest, “-I would think you’d have a little more common sense than that.” You’re thoroughly wounded now, your chest tightening with the force of his attitude, whilst your mind is swimming with confusion.

“I don’t know why you’re being so mean about this.” You mumble, your eyes flickering between the dark clouds and the storm in front of you, “I didn’t think you’d react like this…”

“Yeah well…” He scoffs, looking rather disgusted, “…I guess you don’t know me that well, do you?”

His words cut through your heart like one of those 1,000 degree knives that were going viral on the internet a few years ago, and you literally feel a lump in your throat forming as he begins to walk away.

Whichever force is controlling the weather seems to have a sense of humor because just as the peak of your heartbreak begins, it starts to rain.

“Jungkook!” You call after him, trying to move quickly despite the numbness in your limbs, “Is this really how you feel? After all of this time?”

He whips around towards you, his eyes hard with his defenses, “Is this really how you feel? For god’s sake Y/N, I knew you were a little clueless, but I didn’t realize how bad it was.”

The storm above your heads is intensifying slowly as the rain stains the expressions on your faces.

“What are you even talking about???” You are growing irritated with the way he is speaking too but more so than anything, you are thoroughly dumbfounded at his reaction.

Jungkook’s cerulean hair is getting shaggier with the onslaught of rain leaving the clouds, but he doesn’t have the patience to care, he is too upset to care about anything at the moment.

“Did you really think this would be easy for me? You thought that you’d just call me out to this spot, our spot, and you’d let me down easy? Is that it?” His voice breaks up a bit at the end as he shakes his head. You can tell that he’s about to cry by the way he keeps pursing his lips, and it’s all clicking for you now.

“Jungkook,” You croak, shaking your own head, “I didn’t ask you to come here to let you down easy. I asked you to come here because I couldn’t agree to either of the things, he asked of me.”

He’s already turning away from you when your words bring his movements to a halt. Slowly and in the middle of the downpour, his innocent eyes find yours.

“What are you saying?”

You swallow your own urge to cry, taking a cautious step towards him, “I’m saying that I couldn’t call you to tell you I wasn’t in love with you…”

He sniffles, his gaze intensifying as he returns your step, “Why?”

A deep breath is interrupted by roaring thunder behind you, reminding the both of you that this wasn’t really a good time to be doing this.

But you didn’t care.

The whole world could be ending right now, and you would still prioritize this moment.

“Because I would be lying…”

CLAP.

Mother Nature makes herself known once again but the only thing you can focus on is Jungkook rushing towards you. He is soaked as he clashes into you, his arms winding around your waist before pulling you against him. And without a single word, he is pressing his lips onto yours.

He kisses you like he’s done it a million times before. His mouth tucking into yours and eagerly claiming every single bit of his interior. You can feel his hands tightening on the back of your dress, and you respond in kind by smoothing your hands up the soaked material clinging to his back.

Your nose rubs the bridge of his, your desire for him rising way too quickly to grasp. Your fingers leave his back and slide up towards the nape of his neck before smooth over the soaked blueberry strands. Avoiding the ponytail in his hair, you allow them to find is hairline and push it hair back against his head. He groans into your lips at the sensation, the sound going straight between your legs.

“I’m a fucking idiot…” He grunts into your mouth, his hands dangerously close to your ass.

His comment makes you giggle as your eyes flutter open, your hand coming up to cup his cheek, “You and me both…”

Jungkook pecks your lips once more, blinking away the raindrops that find their way into his eyes. He pulls back to get a good look at the face he has loved for so long before a brilliant smile breaks out onto his mouth, “Wait but-“ He lets out a bout of boyish laughter, placing his hand on your opposite cheek, “-you’re serious? You love me?”

You giggle along with him, completely ignoring the very angry storm shouting above your head, “So much it’s cringe-worthy…”

Jungkook chuckles again, resting his forehead against yours, “Me too, for so long.”

“For so long…” You agree, almost exasperated at the amount of relief you feel, “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner, I was just so worried you weren’t going to feel the same, and I didn’t want to lose you. But after I realized how awful Chase was to me, I kind of figured out that I only dated him to keep my mind off of you.”

Jungkook smirks at you, thumbing over the apple of your cheek, “How did that work out for you?”

You grumble before sticking your tongue out at him, “Terribly, thank you for asking!”

You aren’t yelling exactly, but the clouds have gotten dangerously close, and you have no choice but to speak over the sound of the storm now.

“If you’re going to stick your tongue out at me, you could at least do me a favor and put it in my mouth…” His smirk only broadens, a flash of wickedness in his eyes. To add insult to injury, he parts his lips for you with a raise of his brows. “We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

He looks like his typical arrogant self but there is something completely new in the words he spoke to you. It gave you whiplash how he seemed to jump from one emotion to the next so quickly, but you can’t say you blame him.

This has been a long time coming…

You’re leaning in towards his awaiting mouth when a voice loud enough to rival the summer storm itself interrupts you.

“Jeon Jungkook! What in the hell do you think you’re doing?! Did I not say to have my granddaughter in before this storm started!?”

Jungkook flinches at the sound of her voice, despite the rather childish giggle coming from his lips.

“Technically, you told me to have her inside before the lightening, Miss Y/L/N!” He retorts and she simply crosses her arms over her chest, her night gown blowing hastily in the wind.

“Am I detecting backtalk Mr. Jeon?! Don’t you make me call your mother; I still have her number on speed dial!”

The two of you giggle like a couple of brats, leaning into one another for a moment before he takes your hand and leads you towards the front door.

Your grandma’s eyes widen once again as she gestures wildly towards the blueberry patch, “Now I know the two of you did not forget the one thing I sent you out here- where the hell are my blueberries?!”

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Later.

After sort of explaining to your grandmother what happened, she sent the two of you off to separate bathrooms to wash up saying “I can forgive a distraction, I cannot forgive you two dripping all over my brand new carpet…”

Whilst your grandma had been quite excited that you had finally worked things out with Jungkook, she made it very clear that,

“The two of you better be in separate beds when I wake up tomorrow morning. There will be no hanky panky under my roof…”

But the thunder is so loud…

It shakes the flimsy structure of your grandmother’s farmhouse and leaves you to stir uncomfortably in your old bed. Despite living where you do, you’ve never been able to acclimate to storms like these. They have always freaked you out and made you feel unsafe.

Huddled under two of your grandmother’s quilts, you curse yourself for deciding to do things this way. If you had just invited Jungkook back to your apartment, you could be cuddled up to him right now…

Amongst other things…

To be fair, you hadn’t necessarily planned to tell him EVERYTHING today but you just couldn’t help yourself.

You had been waiting so long to finally summon the courage to breach that barrier.

And now that you have, all you want to do is be with him.

Growing up in your grandmother’s house, you have perfected the art of sneaking around the property. There were many nights that you would sneak out to her living room to catch whatever one of your favorite shows was still on. There were many nights that she caught you too, but she never scolded you.

She only ever walked you backed to bed with the reassurance that you needed your rest.

You don’t think she would be as understanding if she caught you this time…

At least you had the advantage of being an adult, and do not have to worry about her taking away your Gameboy as punishment.

The creaking of the floorboards is an unwelcome sound, but the storm is much louder and drowns out anything too incriminating. Jungkook was staying at the guest room all the way at the end of the hall so there is significant distance between his room and your grandma’s room.

Not that this should matter or anything…

When you get to his door, you are regretting not packing something warmer to wear tonight. You were in nothing but your old university sweatshirt and some shorts, seemingly forgetting that summer was most definitely over.

Lingering in front of his door, you are met with a dilemma: to knock or not to knock.

Your fingers are curled into a fist and poised to rap gently against the old pine, but something tells you to just slowly creak the door open instead.

The only light that illuminates the scene before you is the sickly shade of blue coming in from the window pane and Jungkook’s cell phone. He’s holding it in one hand which rests on his bare chest, a small grin lit up by the glow of his screen.

“Took you long enough…”

He looks away from his phone now to catch a glimpse of you but the light it emits allows you to see that is wearing nothing but a pair of gray sweat pants. Vaguely, you make out how much his tattoo sleeve has been developed since you last saw him, and the sight paired with his recently acquired muscles makes your mouth water.

��Hey, you could have come to my room too…or texted me…” You pout, making sure you keep your voice at a reasonable volume.

Jungkook turns his screen towards you to show that he was, in fact, in the middle of texting you.

“I was trying to wait until she fell asleep…” He counters, clicking the side button on his phone. When the screen goes dark, you try not to scowl as the visibility of his beautiful face lessens.

“Well-“ The loud crack of thunder interrupts you, your whole body jolting violently at the sound.

This causes Jungkook to double over in a quiet fit of laughter, his nose scrunching up with amusement.

“It’s not funny…” You quietly whine which only makes him laugh harder. But in the midst of his fit, he reaches out for you, wiggling his fingers.

“C’mere, scaredy cat-“ He is entirely lit up with amusement when you pretend to refuse his request, your eyes narrowing in distaste.

“No, you’re mean…” You grumble despite the fact that you are literally dying to get in bed with him, “I’ll be fi-INE!”

You clamp your hand over your mouth as another round of thunder shakes the house, your eyes wide with fear.

Jungkook has his hand over his mouth too, but its to stop the laughter from escaping his lips. He flops back onto the pillows while you rush over to the bed and climb over him to secure a spot against the wall.

Like a couple of dorks, you two thrash until Jungkook is able to pull the quilt up over you. In theory, this does nothing to shield you from your grandma’s wrath, should she come in here to investigate but it makes you feel safer.

Jungkook is still snickering quietly as you both snuggle up to one another.

“You were saying?” He quips, his skin emitting the woodsy scent of his body wash. You try not to drink it in too much, it’s way too early to be drunk off of him.

“I was saying that you have no sympathy for your best friend and her phobia of loud noises and that I hate you.”

He pretends to be wounded, “Oooh ouch, fair enough. Although you hating me does kind of fuck with my plans for the evening…”

You raise your brows at him, “What plans were those?”

He just grins, one of his hands finding its way to the curve of your waist. Your skin comes alive beneath his touch as you curse the thick material of your hoodie for being in the way.

“Well, if you hate me, it doesn’t really matter now does it?”

With each word, he leans in closer and closer to you, the mint of his toothpaste lingering in the air between your lips.

You’re aptly prepared with a witty comeback but the thunder shakes the walls again, causing you to shrink against his sturdy chest. His laughter causes his body to quake beneath you, but he uses his big strong arms to envelop you anyway.

“Don’t laugh at meeee…” You gripe into his neck, resisting the urge to take a bite out of him, “…you know how much I hate it.”

Jungkook’s smile broadens as he is finally able to hold you like he’s been wanting to, his heart going wobbly in his chest as he feels how close your lips are to his neck.

“Okay, Okay…” He hushes you playfully, kissing the top of your head, “I’m sorry. You’re ok, yeah? Nothing bad is going to happen.”

He softens his tone a bit, one of his hands cautiously moving up and down your back. The more he touches you, the more you are distracted from the chaos brewing just outside your window.

“I really should have moved out of this town by now…” You whisper jokingly, ensuring that your lips brush against his skin as you.

Jungkook takes a deep breath through his nose, his hand stalling a bit at the feeling before he pushes through his desire.

“You’re not allowed to move anywhere.” He says quite plainly, hugging you closer, “Especially not now…”

You hum lightly as he starts massaging the space between your shoulder blades, “Why is that?”

Jungkook bites his lip as he feels your mouth move again, slightly annoyed with himself that he is this turned on already, “Because you have to do the whole small-town thing now. You know- marry your childhood sweetheart, settle down, have a bunch of babies…the ladies at the library will finally stop judging you.”

Giggling quietly, you crane your neck a bit so you can get a glimpse of his face, “Is that what you want?”

He bites his lip, a rather sly but soft look in his eyes, “I want you-“ He replies, playfully coaxing your lips back towards his neck, “-that’s all I’ve figured out so far.”

You smirk when he does, and since he is decidedly telling you where he wants your mouth, you ensure to press your lips against the warmth of his throat. Before you respond, you place a few kisses up the column of it, grinning to yourself as his hands seem to tighten in the center of your back.

“You want me?” You tease, dragging your lips over his skin again, trying not to jump his bones when he shudders beneath you.

“I just said I did, didn’t I?” He is snarky now because it’s the last defense he has before he gives himself over to his lust for you.

“What is it that you want from me?”

The whisper leaving your mouth provides him with another reason to shudder, your gentle response dancing over his skin.

His mouth twitches under the weight of an incoming grin, still in disbelief that he finally gets to be with you this way.

“Honestly?” He murmurs as his fingers become braver. They slide under the bottom of your hoodie, pressing into the skin just above your ass. “I want you to mark my neck up…”

His candid request makes the two of you laugh quietly just beneath the sound of the storm. It was so strange how the two of you seemed to slip into these roles so quickly, all of the first hook-up jitters were cancelled out by the ease you felt around one another.

With another kiss to his throat you whisper, “How do you plan on facing my grandma at breakfast with a hickie on your neck?”

His laughter is slow and warm now, his hands sliding over the swell of your ass, “I have a turtleneck…”

The sound of him chuckling somewhat darkly in your ear fuels something buried deep inside of you; he sounds so sexy and so mischievous at the same time, you could get used to him talking to you like this.

“What if I…” You pause to drag your lips down the side of his neck before pausing at spot just below his collarbone, “…did it here instead?”

Jungkook pouts in the dark, coaxing your lips back up to the juncture between his neck and the start of his shoulder, “It feels better up here…please? I promise I won’t let her see.”

His bout of pleading with you goes right between your legs, and you’re now dealing with the reality that it’s nearly impossible to refuse him when he sounds like this.

“Here?” You whisper, brushing your lips over the spot and playfully dragging your teeth over his skin.

“Mhm…” He hums, leaning his head back for you.

Taking his skin into your mouth, you suck at the sensitive spot he ushered you to until you feel his hands tighten on your body. The sound of his breath catching in your ear prompts you to immediately fulfill his next request, 

“Harder...” He whispers, as his neck elongates slightly, inviting you to continue.  

You’re practically on top of him now, one of your legs wrapping around his waist while you lean into the lovebite even more.  

“Fuck.” Jungkook grunts when you press against the tent forming in his sweatpants, his hands moving from your ass to your hips, “Come up here, get on me.” 

You’re no longer concerned about your grandma waking in on you as you straddle the increasingly needy man beneath you.  

The lightening strike outside of the window lights up the room momentarily, allowing you to see the angry purple mark you left behind. Jungkook’s face is lit up too, and all you can see is the darkness in his eyes and the satisfied grin on his mouth.  

“Hi.” He mumbles against your lips, “You’ve got quite the mouth on you, you know that? My head is already spinning...” 

His praise makes your heart sing as you press a kiss to his lips, a giggle escaping your mouth as the two of you bump noses.  

You indulge eachother for a moment before Jungkook is speaking again, his arousal acting like a truth serum. 

“I’m so hard right now, and we’ve barely done anything.” He murmurs, kissing your bottom lip. 

Resting your elbows on either side of his side, you shiver when he presses his hips against yours. 

“I didn’t realize my lips could have such an effect on you...” You tease, nuzzling his nose and meeting his hips half way.  

The two of you hold back the noises you want to make as the pleasure throbs between your legs. 

“It’s not just your lips...” He argues, eyes widening when you grind against him, “Fuck- you can’t do that to me...” His fingertips press into your hips desperately, his sanity slowly slipping away from him. 

“I’m sorry- “ You bite your lip, nudging his nose again, “I’ve just never felt like this before, I just want to...” 

Jungkook’s hips are grinding up again, his lips cutting you off mid-sentence, “Like what? Horny?” 

His voice is so deep now that it seems to vibrate between the two of you, and with his blue hair splaying out on the pillowcase and his swollen mouth curved up into a grin, you really have no choice but to kiss him again.  

You can feel him smile into it, his hands curving over your ass and flexing his hips upwards again. 

“More than that.” You whisper shakily, finally reconciling with how wet you are now, the material of your shorts sticking to your center, “It’s so much more...” 

Your response softens him all over again, his fingers now sliding beneath hem of your shorts and brushing against the skin below your ass. 

“What do you want to do hm? Do you want to do this?” He nearly coos, kissing your top lip. 

“I do but-” You hesitate, glancing towards the door once more, “I don’t want her to hear us...I thought telling you here would be cute, but now I wish I would have just invited you to my apartment.” 

Jungkook chuckles, the sound slightly unstable under the weight of his arousal, “The hopeless romantic in me is so happy you told me here but-” He lets out a sigh along with another breathless laugh, “-I’m really struggling right now...” 

His honesty makes you whisper a laugh into his lips before kissing him for the millionth time, “Jungkook-” You whine, “I’m sorry...this was the messiest thing I have ever done, and I wanted it to be like this perfect, dramatic thing but it ended up being really impractical and-” 

He cuts you off with another kiss, snickering as he does and using his strength to sit up with you, before laying you back towards the foot of the bed. Still kissing you, he slots himself between your legs while his tongue finds solace against yours. 

“Do I look disappointed to you?” He croons before pushing his length against your aching cunt, “Do I feel disappointed to you? Hm?” 

You shake your head, still kissing at his lips as your nails trail over the skin of his back, “N-No, you don’t, I’m just-” 

“You’re just what?” He nearly taunts, raising his brows as he pulls back a bit, his hands traveling to the bottom of your hoodie, “Mine? Why would I be disappointed with that?” 

He slides the material up your body, groaning as he takes in the sight of your breasts, “Jesus fucking christ-” He leans down, licking a stripe between them before mouthing towards your nipple, “-you’re unreal.” 

“Jungkook...” You whisper now, your back arching, your body yearning for his mouth on you. 

His eyes flutter shut as he takes your nipple in his mouth, his tattooed hand coming up to grip your other breast, squeezing the flesh gently. 

“I want you so bad.” You breathe. 

“Yeah?” He practically purrs, opening his eyes and allowing the lightening to illuminate you now, “Where do you want me, sweetheart?” 

Jungkook licks over your nipple once more before kissing his way to the other one, his breath quickening every so slightly as he anticipates your response. 

“Everywhere.” 

He smirks at this, taking a bite of the curvature of your breast before chuckling, “Everywhere huh? Is that what my girl wants?” 

You’re nodding and before you know it you’re threading your fingers in his hair and coaxing his lips back to you, “Please-” Your breathless and slightly inebriated with all of the arousal present in your head but you know one thing for sure, “I want you so bad.” 

Jungkook’s cockiness dissipates at the sound of your pleading, “You’re going to kill me-” He breathes, pecking your lips, “-you want me inside of you?” 

You’re nodding halfway through the end of his sentence, your legs spreading wider, inviting him in. 

“Yes please.” You basically whine, a bout of laughter catching onto the end of it. You’re a little amazed at how desperate you are as you never felt this way with your ex. But Jungkook is the love of your life, and he has been for so long. The need for him to fill you up supersedes all logical thinking. 

He’s laughing quietly too but he looks nervous now, his shaky gaze glancing down where the two of you would be connected, “You have no idea how badly I want this, how long I’ve thought about this moment...” 

You cup his cheek, urging his gaze back to your own, “I do though-” You kiss him again, “-I really do.” 

He sighs shakily, “I don’t want her to catch us, if you feel like it’s too much, you gotta tell me ok? I’ll slow down...” 

“I will, I promise I’ll be quiet...” 

Jungkook groans and shakes his head, “That is the last thing I want to hear...” He frowns before the two of you giggle. He kisses the tip of your nose as he uses his free hand to push the band of his sweats of his aching cock. Your mouth waters as it springs free, cursing your current location from preventing you from indulging in him the way you want to. 

Seconds later, he is on his knees with his dick in his hand, whilst his other slowly pushes your shorts to the side. His nostrils flare as he zeros in on your pussy, his eyes fixating on the sight, “Fuck me...” 

You bite your lip, loving the reactions you illicit from him; you don’t think you have ever felt so sexy in your entire life. 

He looks up at you once again, all sorts of emotions swimming in his gaze, “Are you ready baby?” 

The nod is all he needs to push inside of you and before you know it, the two of you are grinding somewhat helplessly towards your end.  

Chest to chest, you fuck one another, the pleasure completely wrecking any chance you had at lasting very long.  

Throughout it all, there is a cacophony of lust-filled sentiments: 

“Fuck, Y/N...”  

“God I was made for this pussy wasn’t I? I fit so good, don’t I baby?” 

“You’re so fucking sweet, squeezing me so good...” 

“Let me take care of you forever...pl-please, I’ll make you feel good whenever you want, make you cum whenever you want...” 

It’s so much and not enough all at once. Two sweaty bodies, so overcome with the feelings they have for one another, feeling the euphoria of finally becoming one... 

The way it was always meant to be. 

“I love you, Jungkook...” 

The storm has nothing on the weather in this room.  

No amount of thunder and lightening could ever surpass the energy between you. 

“I love you, Y/N” 

It was always him, wasn’t it? 

Always.