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rottenpumpkin13 · 5 months ago

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Ignoring Crisis Core's plot, how do you think a falling out would go between AGS? Not anything to do with Degradation, a serious falling out that threatens to shatter their friendship? How would each react? What would happen? Would they resolve it?

Hurt/comfort it is!

Like all stupid friendship fallouts, it should start with a poorly-timed joke or a careless remark—a spark that ignites a raging wildfire because no one bothered to put it out. An insolent tongue, a stray jab, or a well-meaning but tactless comment. Something that on another day might've been brushed off or laughed away, but in the moment hits like a blade to the ribs.

In the case of Angeal, Sephiroth, and Genesis, the stakes are as delicate as they are explosive. Angeal and Genesis have the advantage of years behind them—shared memories, countless arguments weathered and resolved, an unshakable bond forged in their childhood and nursed until adulthood. They've built their friendship on the basis of trust, even when tempers flare. But Sephiroth is newer to their bond, less familiar with the invisible lines they've drawn, not used to friendship, not used to other humans, and more prone to crossing them unknowingly.

That's why it's so easy, in their eyes, to see him as the villain when his pragmatism cuts too close to their pride. A passing comment about the upcoming mission—clinical, realistic, and with no malice: They're not competent enough for it. Sephiroth doesn't mean to insult, he doesn't want to endanger them. But the implication is enough to crack the fragile understanding between them, and what follows is as fiery as it is inevitable.

The room was quiet, completely quiet, which should've been unnerving enough on its own had Sephiroth's enhanced hearing not picked up the sound of two erratically beating hearts and a muffled grunt in Genesis' throat.

They had been discussing strategy for hours, debating the best approach for an upcoming mission into Wutai territory. The air was heavy, they were exhausted, and the tension was tighter than a drawn bowstring, ready to snap—three minds, three egos, all colliding clumsily in the face of high stakes.

Genesis leaned back in his chair, twirling a pen between his fingers, smiling in a way Sephiroth knew was not genuine. "Then perhaps we should let our dear General handle it all himself. He's practically perfect, after all. What need has he for canon fodder?"

Angeal groaned softly, his head dropping to his lap. "Genesis…"

But Sephiroth continued, with a sharp edge to his voice that held more reason than malice behind it. "If you're suggesting you wouldn't be useful, then yes. I'd rather not carry dead weight."

The room froze over. The pen slipped from Genesis' hand, clattering onto the table. Angeal sat up straighter, a deep frown etching into his face as he looked back up.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Genesis spat.

Sephiroth's expression remained neutral. "It means what it sounds like. This mission is critical, and I need people who can keep up. Your presence would only endanger yourselves and compromise the assignment."

Angeal's voice cut through, not a hint of understanding in its inflection. "Sephiroth, that's out of line."

Sephiroth's green eyes flicked to Angeal, unreadable. "It's not a matter of pride, Angeal. It's a matter of survival. I don't intend to put either of you in unnecessary danger…. losing you would be unthinkable—"

"You don't intend to put us in danger! Yes, that makes sense!" Genesis snapped, standing now, his chair screeching against the floor. "You arrogant bastard. You don't get to decide what risks we take. You're not our keeper."

"I'm your superior," Sephiroth replied, calm but unyielding despite the feeling that his words were failing him. "It's my job to ensure success. If that means excluding those who would jeopardize it—"

"Jeopardize it?" Genesis' laughter was hollow, biting, making Sephiroth flinch. "Coming from you? That's rich. Do you hear yourself? You've been insufferable since day one, looking down on everyone as if you're some god. Well here's some news, Sephiroth: you're not."

Sephiroth stared at him, opening his mouth.

"You're not!"

He flinched, closing it again.

Angeal stood then. "Enough, both of you. Genesis, sit down. Sephiroth…" He looked at the younger SOLDIER, disappointment heavy in his tone. "You could've handled this better, Seph. I don't know what to tell you."

Sephiroth's jaw tightened, the only visible sign that Angeal's words had struck a nerve. They were not privy to the panic gripping his heart as he formulated the right words in his mind. "If I'm wrong, prove it in the field. But don't ask me to trust you when I know you'll hurt yourselves."

Genesis stormed out first, throwing open the door with the steel toe of his boot. Angeal followed moments later, sparing one last glance at Sephiroth—one of clear hurt, before sighing and following the redhead before slamming the door shut behind him.

Sephiroth sat alone for an hour after it, gaze fixed on his hands in his lap, flexing them over and over, remind himself that they were, at the end of the day, human hands.

The days that followed were worse. Genesis refused to acknowledge Sephiroth's presence, and Angeal, though more restrained, was distant, his usual warmth replaced by basic professionalism. They spoke in clipped tones during briefings, ignored him in the training room, and shared quiet conversations with Genesis that stopped the moment he entered.

For Sephiroth, the isolation was a slow, festering wound. He told himself it was for the best. Had he put friendship—and dare he call it love—over reason, it would endanger them. It was better this way. Still, he couldn't stop the ache that settled in his chest when he saw them laughing together, the bond from which he was now excluded from.

When the mission came, Sephiroth went alone.

The aftermath was bloody. Sephiroth had succeeded in the objective, but it came at a cost. He returned battered, shredded, not on his own feet carrying him, but a medical team. The blood seeping through his silver hair was more his own than the enemy's.

Hojo oversaw Sephiroth's treatment, suturing torn flesh and monitoring his recovery under strict observation. The injuries weren't especially concerning—Sephiroth had returned in worse condition before, and Hojo himself had inflicted worse during experiments. Physically, Sephiroth was healing as expected, but his weakness this time was more psychological than physical.

When the door to the holding room slammed open, Angeal and Genesis bursting in, Hojo immediately understood the root of the issue.

Genesis looked furious, his eyes blazing, but it was Angeal who spoke first, his voice uncharacteristically sharp as they ignored Hojo's barks of protest and strode to Sephiroth's side. "What the hell were you thinking, going alone?" Angeal demanded.

Sephiroth looked at them from the bed, pale and exhausted but steady. "I thought it was for the best. I didn't want to endanger anyone else unnecessarily. I told you that."

Genesis' earlier anger was now edged with something raw, desperation bleeding through his scowl as his blue eyes welled with hot tears. "We didn't want you to get yourself killed, you bastard! Do you even realize—damn it—" He broke off, his voice cracking as he looked away.

Angeal placed a firm but gentle hand on Sephiroth's. "We were angry, yes. But you…you're one of us, Sephiroth. Don't you get that? You're part of this team, this family. You're not better, you're not worse. Families fight, but they don't abandon each other."

Sephiroth said nothing, his gaze flickering between them, uncharacteristically uncertain. Genesis seized the moment, his voice trembling: "That's why we wanted to come, you idiot," he said. "Glory be damned, Sephiroth. You may act like some insufferable god who always knows best, but you're flesh and—" his gaze swept over Sephiroth's bandaged, broken arm—"surprisingly brittle bone."

The weight of their reprimand should have kept him stoic, but a faint, unpracticed smile tugged at Sephiroth's lips. He missed them.

When he spoke, his voice was softer, hesitant, and painfully deliberate. "I… didn't mean to push you away. I thought…" He trailed off, carefully choosing his words, replaying them in his mind. "I thought it was better than dragging you down."

Genesis exhaled sharply, rubbing his face before throwing Angeal a quick glance. Then, turning back to Sephiroth, he said: "You're an idiot. A brilliant idiot, but still an idiot."

Sephiroth's faint smile twitched at the edges, but his next words came fearful and quiet. "Have I been forgiven?"

Angeal and Genesis exchanged another look, and the pause that followed cut deeper than Sephiroth expected. Then Angeal huffed, crossing his arms. "I think we're three parts of a whole by now," he told Genesis. "I can't handle you on my own."

Genesis' mouth fell open, affronted. "How dare—"

"Look," Angeal interrupted, turning his attention back to Sephiroth. "I understand you wanted to protect us. I even understand your intentions. But Sephiroth, you don't protect us by cutting us out. You protect us by letting us fight beside you."

Sephiroth's gaze shifted between them—these two who, against all odds, had become the anchor of his world—and the something heavy in his chest finally began to ease.

"I… may have miscalculated," he admitted.

Genesis rolled his eyes so dramatically it bordered on theatrical. "He may have miscalculated, he says. Angeal, our fearless leader has finally mastered the art of an understatement."

Sephiroth huffed a weak laugh as he struggled to sit up, biting back a grimace of pain. "The fates are cruel," he said.

And this time, Genesis' laughter carried no bitterness.

The only bitterness in the room came from Hojo's growled order to "release my specimen at once," but the SOLDIERs ignored him entirely. Angeal and Genesis leaned into the bed, wrapping Sephiroth in a careful embrace. Sephiroth winced but smiled, the pain a small price for their presence.

#ff7 #ffvii #final fantasy 7 #final fantasy vii #sephiroth #genesis rhapsodos #ff7 crisis core #angeal hewley #crisis core #writing

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quantumlogician · 3 months ago

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📝Catching muse writing a love letter — @risingxsparks

Starscream had been mulling over this for some time. Worrying into the cobalt blue paint of his knuckles: starting, stopping, restarting. He's attempted on digital mediums, physical mediums, he's even considered funneling all of his delicate emotions into Seeker-song.

None of them felt quite adequate enough to capture all the engendered nuance that comprised the feelings he wanted to put down. Whenever he knew he'd be alone for a long night, he'd pace before his tall crystalline windows, wondering if he'd be wasting his time trying to put such elusive construction into word. A gift, a service, or even a generous action would speak more to his character than mere words. He knew that he's exhausted all measly sayings, perverting their true meaning with his smug, insincere flattery.

Speech is what he was best at. It was his utmost valued skilled, refined into both a tool and a weapon. So, why was he approaching such a task as letter writing as if it were an expert maneuver and not a funnel of communication from one mech to another.

Tapping his pen into the table, he tries again on his datapad, scraping together an outline at this point:

Dearest Windblade of Caminus —

The pen idles over the line beneath, a blank spot awaiting to be written into. He vents heavy into the cold air, trying to collect his thoughts and find a starting point.

I wanted to write what hasn't been said before.

No. That isn't romantic. He crosses out over the wording, returning back to blank.

I know this method of delivery is abnormal for me. My usual lines of adulation are better formatted in what would be heard, however we are of not the same origin, so I will meet at the middle and place my cherished thoughts into a medium we can both understand without mistake.

Okay, that is good. All the formal junk, aside, he continues.

Remember when-

Crossed out. Remembrance is not romantic. Not for them; whose shared memories were born of malice and political entreaty.

I'll be frank. You've born witness to me and I detest that. The moment you've looked into my optics through the shadow curtain cast from my helm, I hated this knowing look you had. Not because you saw me, rather you saw me and you seemed to— oh, I don't know... Feel sympathy? There existed this want to learn of me. To understand. Many have tried, many have failed. Many had succeeded and proceeded to make a show of it, grinding my nose down into the pavement to smooth out all the conceit and sadism out of me. You didn't. You never really did actually. I'd say it's infuriating, but you've come to make me understand that perhaps, it was something I've desperately needed. I don't enjoy people forcing me to come upon revelations. I've had plenty in my lifetime and I don't need anymore, but in all my vorns being among my own kind and expecting everything up until the second someone might incur feelings of doubt— you are a fresh breath among all the expectation. I enjoy that about you. This ability of yours to make me view life through purple lens instead of these red ones. To see with a spark that sings true in a coat of blue, instead of this crimson one discolored from ash, ego, and war. I—

Starscream's pen halts in its stroke, his audials catching the soft hiss of hydraulics sliding open and the familiar metallic tapping of someone's lithe frame.

Never faster he was clicking the datapad off and flipping it over face down. Such habits were not abnormal and he assumed she wouldn't think anything of it.

" Windblade, " he plastered a greeting smile over his lips, his fangs, a bit too cheery than normal, " what did we discuss about you hopping into my hab without forewarning? "

#✧ ic — starscream #✧ TO DEFINE IS TO LIMIT [ IDW ]#✧ my art #✧ ask #✧ ValDay #✧✧ BENEATH A MOONLESS SKY || risingxsparks [StarBlade]#risingxspark #✧ long post

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toappreciatelife · 4 months ago

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Encounters with difference: "The Dead" by James Joyce — Part 2

A loving response

But then Gabriel’s self armor is pierced so deeply and the hole is so big, that he can no longer hide anymore. The floor where he thought he was standing exists no more. He has to let go of his self-centeredness and listen to a voice that for once is not the voice of his own thoughts, his “thought-tormented music”, but someone else’s. He has to acknowledge, maybe for the first time in his life, the radical difference of another person.

Just when he wanted Gretta to bend completely to his lustful desires, she responds in a way he could never have predicted. Just when he was hoping their thoughts to run together—or rather, her thoughts to follow his own—she tells him she is thinking of someone else, a certain Michael Furey, a boy she used to go out with in her distant past, when Gabriel didn’t even exist in her life.

And so it’s he who will have to stop and tune in to her particular sad mood; he who will have to follow her this time, asking questions and listening to her story, encouraging her to speak, despite the astonishment, despite the rage and terror that this confrontation with otherness awakens in him. Because the other is the ghostly presence of the delicate boy who regardless of being a simple worker in the gasworks and lacking all those characteristics that Gabriel finds superior (college education, cosmopolitism, aesthetic refinement) was capable of a depth of feeling and intimacy with Greta that Gabriel himself has never lived with her. But the other is also Gretta, his wife of many years, whom he doesn’t really know, with a density and a life he knew nothing of. She is a woman with a past now, and the past gives people a mysterious thickness; it opens behind them layers of unknown territories that are lost in the distance, impossible to conquer or exhaust. And the other is also a story that took place without him, a series of events and experiences that didn’t include him, from which he will never know the full depth, forcing him to acknowledge the existence of a history and a universe beyond his little self. Otherness is the unexpected appearance of a strange, dissonant music, like the piece Mary Jane played on the piano during the party but Gabriel—and the other young men—could not listen to.

But it is not easy for Gabriel and on two occasions he will try to hold on to his good old self again: when he looks at his image in a mirror, and when he thinks that Gretta has been comparing him with Michael Furey in her mind. Even when these thoughts and images portray him in a disadvantageous way and make him feel ashamed, they situate him again in the familiar circle of his own self and the worries about himself. Why does he think that she has been comparing him with the boy? Maybe the truth is that for a while she hasn’t been thinking of Gabriel at all, absorbed as she was in the intimate world of feelings and memories that the song The Lass of Aughrim awoke in her.

There is a time in life when we all have to reconcile with the fact that we are not the center of the universe, taking into account other perspectives, accepting in others an entire dimension of experience that will forever escape us. And these can be felt as narcissistic blows, which humanity as a whole also had to suffer when acknowledging, for example, that the earth was not the center of the universe, but one more planet lost among billions of other celestial bodies. And what deeper narcissistic wound is there than the certainty of death…? The return of Michael Furey from the distant past brings with it “the vast hosts of the dead”, followed by Gabriel’s awareness of the mortality of his own precarious self.

And so slowly, in the face of death, Gabriel will finally be able to let go of his ego and his sense of control; he will open up to Gretta and life. He, the man who couldn’t give a speech in a family gathering without calculating the effect of every word and practicing for hours in advance, will feel a sincere emotion take over him and lead him to act without thinking, just like Michael Furey acted without thinking when he risked his life that rainy night, guided by his heart.

A kinder note that he had intended went into his voice.

He tried to keep up his tone of cold interrogation, but his voice when his spoke was humble and indifferent.

A new tenderness and an unexpected humbleness take over Gabriel as he listens to his wife and he instinctively, without thinking, caresses one of her hands, warm and moist. All the barriers he has built between them are lifted at last and his skin can touch her skin without protection, without the separation of an envelope or a glove or galoshes or aesthetics. The nakedness of one raw heart touches the nakedness of another heart, and both existences mingle as they listen attentively to the development of the story through Gretta’s voice. No more excuses, nowhere to escape in the dark intimacy of that room illuminated by the ghostly light of a street lamp, accompanied by the rising memories of all those who came before. Because intimacy is not the merging of two into one, but an opening to otherness and to the strange multiplicities that constitute another person, populated as they are by their own hosts of ghosts and landscapes. This is Gabriel’s epiphany, the revelation of his humble place in the universe, his shared mortality, the vanity of his ego, and therefore the possibility of a meaningful connection with another soul. This is the only conquest that is worth being “valorous” for and feeling proud of, overcoming the terror of real closeness and loving someone other than his self.

Generous tears filled Gabriel’s eyes. He had never felt like that towards any woman but he knew that such a feeling must be love.

This passage is full of ambiguity. It could refer to the paragraph that comes right before it, in which case Gabriel would still be thinking of Michael Furey and his passionate death. Or it could refer to the fact that he is crying abundantly, in which case he would be disclosing to himself that he is feeling love for the first time in his life, because crying and feeling like he is feeling now is precisely what love is. He just knows it, intuitively, no need to reason for that.

And loving Gretta entails encountering her difference, without denying it or covering it with his own projections anymore. It entails accepting her origins in west Ireland and the strangeness of her past. And it entails listening and looking at her as she is—aging and with a face no longer beautiful—not as he needs her to be. Whereas in the staircase scene Gabriel couldn’t see Gretta’s face and reduced her to a symbol, now his eyes linger on her face and hair while she sleeps and are able to appreciate them in their pure singularity, in everything that makes Gretta an utterly unique creature in the universe, a thisness, a haecceity, instead of a generic type or an ideal. Contrary to some platonic-rooted conceptions of love, I think this short story shows that when we truly love, we don’t love the conformity to an ideal but irreducible, inexpressible difference. Just as Gretta was haunted by irreducible and inexpressible aspects of Michael Furey—his delicacy, the particular song he used to sing, the expression of his eyes, of which she can’t say nothing adequate but repeat the same words again— Gabriel will be capable of a similar loving attention when he looks at Gretta’s face and the unique way in which she left her clothes on a chair.

His eyes moved to the chair over which she had thrown some of her clothes. A petticoat string dangled to the floor. One boot stood upright, its limp upper fallen down: the fellow lay upon it on the side.

And if love is an encounter with difference, it is also opening to it, letting the strange music that another person is affect and touch the core of one’s being with its unexpected novelty, until it transforms who we are. Love is contamination and becoming. And so throughout the story Gabriel moves from being someone locked in himself, impermeable like his galoshes, to someone porous who can integrate other voices and other landscapes in his own train of thoughts. If we compare Gabriel’s last reflections before falling asleep to his musings during the party, it is remarkable how his inner life has decentered, enriched and become polyphonic after the intimate conversation with Gretta, incorporating a comment that Mary Jane had made (“snow is general all over Ireland”) and many landscapes all over Ireland besides that fixed spot in the park with the phallic Wellington Monument.

To finish, I copy here an aphorism from The Gay Science by Nietzsche. In my opinion, it condenses beautifully what this short story is about and the movement that Gabriel Conroy has gone through:

"One must learn to love.— This is what happens to us in music: first one has to learn to hear a figure and melody at all, to detect and distinguish it, to isolate it and delimit it as a separate life; then it requires some exertion and good will to tolerate it in spite of its strangeness, to be patient with its appearance and expression, and kindhearted about its oddity:—finally there comes a moment when we are used to it, when we wait for it, when we sense that we should miss it if it were missing: and now it continues to compel and enchant us relentlessly until we have become its humble and enraptured lovers who desire nothing better from the world than it and only it.— But that is what happens to us not only in music: that is how we have learned to love all things that we now love. In the end we are always rewarded for our good will, our patience, fairmindedness, and gentleness with what is strange; gradually, it sheds its veil and turns out to be a new and indescribable beauty:—that is its thanks for our hospitality. Even those who love themselves will have learned it in this way: for there is no other way. Love, too, has to be learned."

#james joyce #literature #love #becoming #gabriel conroy #otherness

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studentinpursuitofclouds · 2 years ago

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Hi! Who in the guild/magical group (like Camilla, lance,magnus etc…) would be a gotoran spy and how would the rest of the guild figure it out?

Hmm, now that's interesting...

Camilla could have been the prime suspect, but to me, she's just an all-powerful and spoiled witch. Yes, she's smart, cunning, strong in magic and can manipulate people - pretty good qualities for espionage and blackmail. But if you forget for a moment that Camilla really cares about people and their safety, she still wouldn't be a spy at least because she has almost absolute power here in Castles Village. After all, this woman is the only person who decides who can enter the village. She does what she wants here, and her high ego and confidence will not allow anyone to muddy the waters in her domain.

I don't think Jadu would have given so much time and effort to study, to betray at the end everything he has accomplished in all his work as a wizard. After all, double life is so exhausting, and it takes so much strength and emotional fortitude. He is already fucked up enough with his life to have to deal with getting information for the Gotoro Empire... Drama and intrigue? Fuck off please, let him finish his project and finally get some sleep. On the other hand, you never expect betrayal from the quietest and most inconspicuous people...

Like Jadu, Magnus will not sacrifice his status, his friends, or his peaceful life for the empty promises of a warm seat in Gotoro Empire. He is by nature a hermit in the woods, and it is his bliss to live the hermit's life, so why would he throw it all away?

But Lance... Handsome, always polite and friendly, silver tongue and sweet speech. Intelligent, talented in both magic and combat. All perfect, just like a knight in shining armor! Such a man, of course, does not arouse suspicion.... It would seem. Try to remember any anime, manga, cartoon or TV series where one of the characters, always friendly and perfect in everything, revealed his true face by the middle or end of the season. Now look at Lance again. I bet my precious chocolate brownies that he would turn out to be that "double agent". Politeness is one of the main tools of a spy (actually, I don't know if that's true or not, but you get the point).

Isaac is too straightforward and a little tactless in his conversation with his interlocutor. To me, he would not have been a good spy. He looks like someone who always tells people what he's really thinking. Isaac is not stupid, by any means, but espionage is a delicate and painstaking job, and our brave half-naked adventurer would be a fine one for a chain dog. To intimidate someone, yes, but then suspicion would quickly arise.

With Alesia it is rather complicated. It is difficult to answer such a question without knowing the full character, but in all available cutscenes and dialogues, Alesia is presented as a girl who knows the value of honor. The work of a spy can be quite dirty, up to and including blackmailing and eliminating unwanted people (in an extreme case it could go as far as murder), which doesn't suit her at all. Betraying those you are sworn to protect? Alesia would rather die. Though she's also very clever and dexterous, there's no doubt about it.

You could certainly decide that lesser-known adventurers or wizards would be the traitors, but we can judge that when the 2.0 update comes out.

Also, all of the above is purely my opinion, so if anyone also has speculations, conjectures or theories, feel free to share, I would be interested to hear it! Btw, thanks for your ask, anon! 👋

#sve #stardew valley expanded #sve alesia #sve camilla #sve lance #sve isaac #sve jadu #sve magnus #sdv wizard #sdv rasmodius

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somestoriessomewhereelse · 7 months ago

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Inktober 2024

1 - BACKPACK

Yesterday was the time

of going back on the road.

Today is the the time

of unpacking some truths and lies.

And tomorrow might be

the end of this times.

2 - DISCOVER

I've always thought that, in a group, I was only as best as the worst person among us; and thus being surrounded by mediocre people would make me mediocre. But I'm realizing my worth does not depend on those around me, and if I'm the only star shining in a dark night, then so be it.

3 - BOOTS

These boots are made for walking in Koblenz. Yeah it's PLANE to say, but this is not MONEY enough to write better. My creatity feels stuck in a GERMAN CORNER, what if I drink in some magical FOUNTAIN. I know there will be some BOMBINGS during this walk, but I'll be safe up in the FORTRESS. So yeah, I've got my boots i know my roots, let's go it's PEANUTS time!

4 - EXOTIC

"Which (in western perception) is perceived as strange and distant and stimulates the imagination"

I don't know what could be the topic of today, in order not to be inappropriate, but for sure it won't be fall in Germany, because this is not stimulating at all.

5 - BINOCULAR

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but too many people can't see shit by themselves

6 - TREK

like... star trek? bitch dafuq is this theme i'm too gay for that

7 - PASSPORT

When a door closes, another open somewhere, inviting you to begin your next journey. But if you forget your papers, all the doors remain closed and your journey is just back home.

8 - HIKE

Baby let's get high and higher together. It will take only one bite, of the most delicious cake, luscious sweet meant to take you to space. And we'll see dreams and panoramas to good to be true.

9 - SUN

"What are three things that cannot stay hidden? The sun, the moon, truth." And by sun we mean you, yourself, your ego, your light. No color shall be erased, no voice shall be silence. Thus will rise your true power.

10 - NOMADIC

It's not only about where I'm going to, but also what I'm running away from. I didn't know what I would meet, but I knew what I was leaving behind. And putting all of these things aside, turning the page and starting this new chapter, was one of the best decision of my life.

11 - SNACK

I know you have a sweet tooth, I know I can be your midnight dinner. I can lay down naked in your bed, offering you my cupcake ready for you to bite. You can eat me until dawn, tell me I'm your delice, and eat me again all day long.

12 - REMOTE

You can't control me. You can't negociate with me. I'm strong enough to impose my will, and make things happen the way I want them to. I don't care about what you want, when I say it's over, it's over and that's it. Next time, show me some respect and maybe I'll be more kind to you.

13 - HORIZON

It's simply the finish line. The main goal, the final objective. The end of the game. Sometimes, no need for an after. We can just sit down, contemplate the sunset, and beliève croire en nos rêves.

14 - ROAM

Sometimes I wonder why I keep getting up - why would I? My life is exhausting, unstable, unpredictable. My thoughts wander and focus on the negative, and, suddenly: I cross her face, I see her smile. And all this bullshit gets worthy, because we are together.

15 - GUIDEBOOK

Life tip: always bring a mantra with you. Something that calms you down and cheers you up. A guideline, a spell, any charm to feel better. Words cannot do all the work, but they are a powerful source of magic able to accomplish great miracles.

16 - GRUNGY

You think you're edgy, mysterious, cool. You're not. You're just a dirty mind in a dusty soul. You don't fit it, you don't belong, you're not interesting and nobody likes you.

17 - JOURNAL

Dear diary,

I've spent some time with my crush today. We sat under the shade of blooming cherries, and he rightfully popped mine. I'm so in love with him, I could put a ring on his... finger. They say love is blind, but I see clear in our future together. He's really the man of my dreams!

18 - DRIVE

Don't let your future insomnia ruin your present resting time.

19 - RIDGE

I had a dream about the ocean. We were standing on the top of a cliff, eating pancakes and drinking cider, contemplating the waves of a beautiful summer. Then, the dream start glitching: the colors started disrupting, your smile became crooked, what was happening? I tried to wake up but I couldn't. Was it a dream or truly my last memories of you?

20 - UNCHARTED

What if my next destination to explore was within me? What if there was a land in my mind I still don't know about? What if I could find in my heart a new treasure to cherish? What if all this time I was good enough?

21 - RHINOCEROS

Let's talk about the elephant in the room: THE HEAT. We thought we got used to the shitty heating system on board and today plot twist: THE SUN IS SHINING? in October in Germany??? gurl i'm sweating like a hooker in church i feel gooped and stomped.

22 - CAMP

There is a forest, up north. Follow the white road and you'll find it, higher in the mountains. Walk deep into its heart, where the trees are so close together that you can't see no light. You'll feel it when you have arrived. There will be your treasure. There will be your fire, and your light.

23 - RUST

I feel like I lost my flirting abilities. I don't know anymore how to behave with men: there is a rush to seduce them fast because I'm always moving, but I'm not good when I have no time. I've become this cringe pushy version of me, and I just miss my old lovely self. Maybe I should make no move at all.

24 - EXPEDITION

How about I stop looking for something or someone and I just stay by myself with my work and my thoughts?

25 - SCARECROW

Once upon a time, I lived in a beautiful House. The House was my castle, where I felt loved and protected. I had built for myself the perfect illusion, made out of words and dreams. One day, the House started moving, and I had to leave. From this day of my waking up, I feel cursed, and I wander looking around for a new Home.

26 - CAMERA

Lights, camera, action. I am an actor. I perform entertainments and emotions for your good graces. I play a role on this world stage to make you feel better. I am the version of me that you paid to watch. I am myself only when I'm alone. I am myself only when there is no gaze on me to witness.

27 - ROAD

It might be short, it might be long. It might be easy, it might me hard. It might be towards success, it might be towards failure. But to me, the road was never straight.

28 - JUMBO

Bigger is better, as they say. Bigger hopes, bigger dreams, shooting for the moon to end up in the stars. However, they don't teach you that the biggest strength is to learn to embrace your weaknesses. Be at peace with what you did wrong in order to feel right again.

29 - NAVIGATOR

Time heals. Each day you're healing. It's not about forgetting, it's not about laughing about it. You won't, because you can't. But each day you suffer a little less. Until one day you don't suffer at all. And you're ready for your next love trip.

30 - VIOLIN

Why do we define people by their mistakes? Why their defaults is what we remember of them? We are always ready to point out the bad, to judge and to punish, to blame and to exclude. We now live to be opposants, to walk against each other, to succeed only if the other fail. Well, we have failed, at creating long-lasting communities, and this is our biggest mistake.

31 - LANDMARK

This is the final destination. I am the traveler. I asked the questions. Who am I? What's missing? What is the path behind, and what is the path ahead? I overcame obstacles, and got my windfall. Thus indeed I am reaching the final destination. But I've learned something all along: each cruise only leads to another one.

#inktober #vie

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spacecadetspe · 11 months ago

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A snippet from last year…

Jun. 29, 2023

Still no sign of a suitable job. Mom says if I don't have one by the time I leave, she'll help pay for further education, like a UX-UI boot camp. I wouldn't mind. Learning new languages and designs is pretty interesting to me. The thing is, a lot of the field is saturated at the moment. Getting a certificate might be a good thing, though.

Cheese and crackers, I need to consult my cards again. I have no idea what direction I'm supposed to go in from here. Maybe I'll talk to my aunt about trying to get published. I've got manuscripts galore to work with, one of which has already been completed. I'm sure it won't be a whole lot of money, but it'll be something I can work with. Maybe I ought to get back in touch with my former contacts about doing audiobooks. I used to love reading stories. Again, it's not a fortune, but it'll be something I really enjoy doing, and I can make future contacts in the field.

I figured I would be resting more at the Archipelago, considering the things that have been happening lately. W is testing his boundaries more, usually while I'm not around, and it seems to be having a negative effect on Fortitude. Mom mentioned that W plays a little too rough with her, and I mentioned it to Fortitude and his first reaction was the equivalent of "Does everyone have a problem with my parenting?" To an extent, I understand. W doesn't have a lot of people he can roughhouse with, since he's one of the biggest boys in his age group, so he plays rough and wrestles with Fortitude.

I quickly put that ego to bed though. I told him I didn't actually want him to change the way he treated W. The kid enjoys being able to play freely like that, without worrying that he'll hurt someone. He gets so guilty when he does that I'm well aware that it really is just innocent play. I just asked Fortitude to remind W that not everyone likes to play rough, and some people are more delicate than others.

Fortitude is perfectly willing to accept personal responsibility for the things he does. But when it comes to having parental conversations like these, he's lately been taking my information-gathering a bit personally. And granted, my mother and family aren't always going to agree with how I choose to parent my kid, but by and large I think we have reasonable standards set up. The kid says he has chores, and he occasionally does, but what he describes as chores is just his morning routine; make the bed, take a bath, brush his teeth, and Lysol the doorknobs and bathroom counter (I'm so tired of getting sick every time he comes over).

After another conversation with Fortitude, I reminded him that W has another parent who doesn't give a shit about personal responsibility or boundaries, which is why we do what we do. We're meant to guide him, to show him how to walk the path, and no one is going to do it for us. His father and his sycophant girlfriend sure as fuck aren't going to help.

I tried to call Fortitude out for being so sensitive about this; he should know I'm not constantly out to get him. And carrying the weight of his ego on top of literally everything else is exhausting.

Besides that, instead of spending more of my time in the Archipelago, I've been joining Morpheus and Vassilios on the front lines, protecting the Dream World. Looks like the Oni have taken an interest in us, this time. Morpheus said they were there in the name of conquest or resource gathering or whatnot, but my position is firm; they can come in and participate on our terms, or they can leave us alone. But it looks like that wasn't a good enough answer for the Oni, so they challenged us. Not the best idea, as you might guess. Ten percent of their initial forces left with their lives.

So it was with a certain heaviness that I trudged through my day, feeling the expectations of all the people that needed me. Fortitude needs me to check his ego more often, and when I call him on it, he's too tired to acknowledge the needed change. I don't blame him, but there's a part of me that is so tired of carrying the load for others.

Part of the reason I tend to isolate myself is that I feel like I don't belong. I reach out as often as my energy will allow, but when it comes to managing the chaos around me, sometimes it all feels like a giant weight on my shoulders. I want someone else to reach out for once. I'm already exhausted by my job hunt, the death of my grandmother, the betrayal of my friends, my divorce... I can't handle this anymore. I can't handle the responsibility for anybody else's ego, trauma, or reactive impulses. I want someone else to do it, to pick up the slack and tell me I don't have to hold on so tightly anymore.

And Phantasos did that. Phobetor did that. It was so heavy yesterday that I was almost physically sick with the effort. So I reached out to Phobetor, who I'd been keeping distance from. I can't believe how easy it is, when you're desperate. And he was there in an instant, closer than I remembered... I'd been waiting for him to reach out, but it never occurred to me that he was waiting for something, too. Stars, I've missed him.

And last night, I went back to the Archipelago. I invited Morpheus, but I doubt he came. Phantasos says he doesn't dissociate much. I got invited into a studio of sorts, where the oneiros was a bit embarrassed about his collections of posters... all of which had been promiscuously modified. I recall him shoving a microphone into my hands and ushering me back out, probably as an attempt to recover whatever dignity he had left. But luck is on his side. I don't have any interest in shaming him, and if at some point I see my own face on his wall... well, I suppose that might be an opportunity for me to explore later.

#job hunting #mythology and folklore #parenting #dreams #spicy psychology #trauma #dealing with grief

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ra1ndrop5-on-ro5e5 · 1 year ago

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29 Snow Day, Everything is Cancelled // FilburBuster

Not even the campus drug ring was stupid enough to go hang out in an abandoned building in a deep winter blizzard. Matt and Ryan had turned down the request to distribute or host. They didn't want the company if it became too dangerous for people to leave. Wilbur was even turned down, and taking the hit to his ego, he started to seek out other company. Finn happily takes the bait and ends up with Wilbur's lanky frame sprawled out on his bed, arms crossed under his head, and one leg over Finn's lap.

Finn listens to him talk about stories from the road between sniffles while he plays a game on the tv. It's easy to just let him talk, he doesn't require much attention, which is nice right now as he started to get sleepy. Wilbur seemed to be staying up for him anyway, trying to entertain him since they were together. His lids were heavy and his speech was muddled with yawns and dead ends and he felt kinda bad about it. He gets up to get ready for bed, figuring Wilbur would be staying, since the snow was really coming down now.

"Are you going to sleep?" Wilbur asks sitting up as Finn braids his hair at his desk in front of a mirror. It seems like in the past five minutes it's the first time he realized that Finn was doing anything different.

"Yeah, I'm exhausted. Nearly four anyway. You're staying I'd take it?'?" He asks throwing his hair over his shoulder and picking up some clothes off the floor to change into that would be warmer and more comfortable. As he has his shirt off he hears the other start to shuffle and glances over his shoulder to see Wilbur fumbling out of his shirt. "Oh, oh uh, I'm not- I'm not trying top be-"

"No I know, yeah, I just... I thought you'd just, you could wear mine to sleep." He offers and holds it up with the look of a puppy who has brought you your own slobbered-on slipper. He meant well, but he feels like maybe he got something wrong.

"Oh... yeah okay." Finn's cheeks are kissed pink as he takes it and pulls it on, running his hands over the worn-in fabric as it falls over his body. It smells like Wilbur's cologne and is already warm with his body heat. He looks up quick to realize Wilbur had been watching him. "Um, I uh- do you want something else to put on?" Their eyes both do a dance of locking with each other and looking each other over for a quick moment.

"Do you want me to put something else on?" He asks with a tilt to his head. Finn shook his with a purse in his lips, both of them shaking hands to play this delicate game of chicken.

"As long as you're comfortable." He shrugged, letting his eyes fall over the other's body before crawling over him to get into bed. They meet nose to nose and share a laugh as Finn's hands lay on his chest. Like touching had broken the tension between them. Like remembering the other was real reminded them of being friends ruined the sexual tension, for now. "If you get cold you can put my shirt on."

"Or I could just snuggle up to you." Wilbur taunts, pinching at Finn's side.

"You came over here looking for a good snog, haven't you?" Finn giggles, taking Wilbur's arm from his side and pulling it over him as he backs up into him until their bodies are flush together. For the first time in hours Wilbur fall speechless and just lets things happen to him. He doesn't fidget or try to fill the empty air, he pulls Finn into his chest and the covers are pulled up over them both. He finally lets himself melt under the soft glow of fairy lights and take a deep breath of air perfumed gently by remnants of Rose on Finn's skin. He wouldn't admit he aimed to hold someone else that night, but his body wasn't totally over its craving. Finn's wasn't unappreciated, but he can't help thinking of someone else as his eyes close and he starts what becomes several hours of trying to drift off.

Finn holds his phone with the screen dimly lit, checking his messages for the last time that night, a small smile on his lips despite the little ache in his heart.

[Text Rose: alright, I'll talk to you in the morning <3 Sleep tight! Stay warm out there without me ;3;]

{Text Ethan: Sleep tight uwu sorry I couldn't come over, but we'll hang soon, promise}

[Text Rose: oh don't worry! I kknow it was last minute anyways Thanks for texting all night, I love talking to you

I love talking to you

He reads over it again and again before texting back a white heart and putting his phone under his pillow. He closes his eyes and feels Wilbur's warmth against his skin. Feel's his hand laced between his fingers. His heartbeat on his back. He wonders if he'd hurt him too. @lovejoy-was-here

#yyadvent #youniversityadvent #wilb #ethan #reef #filburbuster

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@chatcambrioleur asked: “Are you okay?” Nami’s fingers cupped his jaw, stroking his goatee. It appeared she didn’t care who was watching, or who saw them in a particularly rare public display of affection. Battered and bruised, she wasn’t used to seeing him appear so weak… her brows knit with her concern, her lips moving to press a kiss to his. Her lashes hooded as she pulled away, and although she was still concerned, there was undeniable pride for him in her eyes. “You were amazing, Law.” Her head settled on his chest, under his chin for just a moment, before she pulled back. Usopp was calling for her, although Nami’s gaze lingered on the Surgeon of Death, her tongue flickering on her lip to wipe away any of his remaining taste as she pulled away.

Unprompted

God, he’s exhausted. His muscles ache, and he knows he’s got a few cracked ribs. Then there are the electrical burns and the gashes and splitting headache. For a while he’d found it impossible to move, and his crew had to see to what injuries they could where he lay. So basic first-aid is done by the time he hears his people muttering something. Sounds almost like directions, sending someone to him. Then he hears a voice that seems far too bright for this battlefield they all linger within.

Law groans as he pushes himself up and off the one piece of flat debris he’d managed to find. He’s on slightly unsteady feet by the time Nami comes around some broken wood and masonry to find him. Her face seems to light up when she sees him, and then she’s right in front of him, delicate fingers cupping his chin and running through his goatee. Such soft concern in her features, and this lack of care about who is watching. Was she worried about him? Well, he was kinda worried about her, too.

“Exhausted, aching all over, but I’ll be fine,” he croaks, words coming out only just loud enough for Nami to hear.

He takes her hand in his, and his eyes move over her features, taking in the damage there. A frown creases his brow, but it’s gone again when she gives him such praise. A proud huff, a smirk slipping onto tired lips, but before he can take both that and the use of his name to stoke his ego, Nami is pressing a kiss to his lips. He gives a small grunt because his lower lip is split, and his face hurts, so the brush of her lips, as nice as it is, isn’t entirely pleasant in this moment. Still, Law kisses her back, sucking it up because even a tired, physically spent Nami tastes really good.

She snuggles against him, and he freezes for a second, eyes widening. Arms move to embrace the Straw Hat navigator, only for the long nose’s voice to ring over the ruined landscape. Nami pulls away, the woman about to leave. She only pauses to make eye contact and lick her lips, and fuck Law is not letting her go after that. With a low snarl he takes a couple quick steps after Nami and latches onto her hand. He tugs her back to his chest and this time it’s his turn to give a kiss. It hurts but he doesn’t care and Law kisses Nami until they both need to breathe.

When he’s done, a hand rises to gently brush orange strands from her forehead, revealing the horrible bruising there. Red-purple skin. Some blood. It looks like it hurts a lot and that she probably has a concussion. Golden eyes focus on Nami’s brown, his features serious.

“Make sure you get Tony-ya to look at that, and get some rest,” he says before releasing Nami to go back to her crew. He’d rather she didn’t but in the back of his mind one truth rings out. Kaido is dead. The alliance has completed it’s goal.

#Boring Question // Answered Ask #As Planned // IC #[I like me some post battle affection]#cathiief

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bonny-kookoo · 4 years ago

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Welcome to the Show

In which you've been hired as a very special woman for the seven idols- and become even more special down the line.

Tags/Warnings: mentions of Prostitution, mentions of abandonment, escort services, it's really just an introduction to the story, so nothing hard to mention here.

Wordcount: 5.4k

Pairing: eventual OT7 x Reader

Taglist: @hey-youre-appreciated, @fuck-expectations-people; @chienitta (couldn't tag, sorry), @joonie-jheysittinginatree97, @justinetingball, @artisinalkoo, @theestrangeddreamer

Playing a pretty doll was pretty boring to say the least.

You're sitting down, watching people talk and chat away- Yunwoo somewhere close by, before he seems to excuse himself, walking towards you. He tries not to show it- but you can see the exhaustion in the man's face. He's told you in the car on your way to the venue already, that he doesn't really enjoy these gatherings at all. They're just to flex each other's wallets and feed their own egos- something he didn't need, he'd told you. "I don't need to ask if you're enjoying yourself, no?" He chuckles from across you at the small table, smiling a bit pitiful, before he takes a good gulp of his champagne. You're sits still untouched- you don't like getting drunk.

And you're not allowed to be intoxicated on a job anyway.

"I'm not here to enjoy myself." You simply say, the smile on your lips able to fool anyone into thinking it was a mere joke. But Yunwoo's a rather smart person- that's why he was a wealthy man, after all. "I'm here to look pretty." You say, before you take one of the small cheese cubes from the snacks placed fancily on the table, before putting it into your mouth. It's a little funny, how things seem to taste differently depending on how expensive- or free in this moment- it was. Your own cheese at home always seemed to taste the same.

"And you're doing a great job doing that." Yunwoo chuckles, before he leans back in his seat, pulling out his pack of cigarettes. "Would you mind accompanying me?" He asks, and you shake your head.

You're not allowed to mind while on a job anyway.

"You know-" He starts, helping you with your coat before he walks onto the balcony, closing the door behind him. "I wondered how this would work out." He says, as he places the cancer stick between his lips, cupping his hands around the lighter to light it. It works after the second try, and he apologizes under his breath when the first heap of smoke accidentally hits you. You wave it off, however- you're used to it. "But you're very pleasant to have. Honestly." He admits, leading you away from the doors and close to the corner of the balcony, where a small bench is placed. "Someone I know- and trust, might I add- has asked me to tell him how tonight went." He explains, and you nod. People like to know what it's like hiring an escort- they want to know, but they don't want to do it themselves either. So they later on can say things like, 'I'd never do something like that!'. As if your profession was a crime. "Say- your agency stated quite clearly that you don't offer any.. Personal favors, so to say." He starts, and you try not to sigh.

It always ends up here.

"I'm not asking for them, just to be clear." He says. "But I.. a friend of mine, he's in a bit of a predicament as of lately. Needs someone he can trust, someone who will.. treat this matter as delicately as it needs to be." He continues his little rant between drags of his cigarette.

"So your.. 'Friend', he wants a personal prostitute." You bluntly say, and Yunwoo looks at you for a second- before he laughs openly, the first one you've seen that looks utterly genuine.

"It's harsh to say it like this, but in a way, yes." He explains, shrugging. "Not for himself, though." He continues on.

"I don't think I can follow correctly, Yunwoo." You say, involuntarily crossing your arms in front of you, pulling your coat tighter against your body. It's a natural response of rejection- you can simply sense something weird about the whole conversation, and it makes you feel eerie.

"It's not a brothel, or anything close to that, dear." He reassures, seemingly sensing what you're thinking about his words. "It's.. Difficult to explain, however. If you're interested, I'll give you his number. Contact him, tell him you're Yunwoo's darling'. He'll know who you are then." He finishes, flicking the bud of his cigarette off the balcony, before he stands up again, holding out his hand. "Shall we?"

Being an escort had never been a dream job of yours.

Neither was your dream to sit in an empty apartment, boxes all around you packed with your belongings. After your contract had expired, you struggled to find work again. As someone who worked at 'that industry' as its called, you're no desired candidate for any job, really. Wasted potential, the last one had said with a shake of his head, before he had given you your stuff back- not interested in even considering you for hire.

And now, after four months of being unable to pay rent, your apartment had been taken away from you. It was understandable, really, so you weren't mad at your landlord. The guy had a family to feed as well, after all. Checking your wallet for how much money you've had left, a small note catches your eye.

'Yunwoo's darling.'

At this point, you didn't even have anything left to lose, no? Texting the random number wasn't a scary thing as you typed a short message to check if whoever this person was, was still interested. You're at a low point, after all- you needed money. And while you don't really know how to play the part, you did have at least a little experience. And after all, it's not like that guy was still searching. It's been five months, for god’s sake- there's no way whoever Yunwoo's friend was hadn't found what he'd been looking for already. There's plenty of fish in the sea.

And when two hours pass without an answer, that's proof enough for you that you're too late for something yet again.

"Here, miss." The man leads you, and you follow along like a lost puppy.

The place is huge, clean floors almost reflecting your own self like a mirror- people bustling around, dressed casual and high class all the same. Everyone seems familiar with one another, chatting with passing people or standing somewhere at the side. When the elevator closes, it's quiet- something that you technically like, but right now, it's suffocating. It makes you nervous for what's to come- for what you've gotten yourself into. "You're okay. Promise. Seems scarier than it is right now." The man tries to reassure- does he know? Is he pitying you? Or is he maybe the one hiring you, and it's like one of those weird movies? "You like video games?" He asks, before pointing at your shirt, a dragon-like creature on it that no one who didn't play the game would've known. You nod, shyly so, looking at the ground. Those were the only clothes you had that you felt most comfortable in; the shirt with the dragon on it, an oversized zip-hoodie thrown over it, paired with ripped jeans and your favorite boots.

You weren't here to make an impression, after all.

"That's good." He simply says. "They'll like you." He comments, before the elevator opens. They?

You don't get to ask what he means however, as he already steps out, knocking at an office door before opening it. There's a man sitting behind the desk, whoever he was talking to gets up, greets you with a curious glance, before walking past you. He was young, you noticed- casual dark clothes and silver piercings adorning his face. "I'll be out with the guys." The guy who'd walked you in says, before he leaves as well.

"Sit down, dear, don't stand there." The man says with a smile, before he greets you, sitting down as well. "So! I was pretty surprised by your message. I thought you had declined whatever Yunwoo had told you." He explains, leaning back in his seat. He's comfortable in this room, the total opposite of you. You feel weirdly cornered, like an animal trapped. There was no way of getting out of this without seriously embarrassing yourself. "Which leads to my first question; what did he tell you?" He wonders, casually resting his hands over his stomach. If you didn't feel so uncomfortable, he'd look like a very friendly person. But right now, all your mind could see him as, was a predator.

"That you were.. Searching for someone offering sexual favors to, someone you know?" You try and recall his words. "I honestly didn't understand quite what he was trying to tell me. I'm hoping you can elaborate on this." You say, trying to sound as professional as you can. You don't know what exactly the man wanted from you- but you were desperate to know.

"Ah, well, it's right and wrong at the same time." He chuckles to himself. "Did you recognize the young man leaving my office?" He asks, and you cross your legs, trying to force yourself to be more at ease. It works little.

"I'm.. yes, of course." You say, unsure if your assumptions were correct. How could you not know who the young guy was? His and his bandmates faces were all over billboards and subway stations whenever they had their birthdays. It was hard not to know them, really.

"Good, you're honest." The man says, nodding to himself. "I like that. Usually, the girs try and play as if they don't know them." He continues. "I'll be honest as well then." He says, before he opens a drawer, sliding a small stack of papers towards you. "Read it. The first page should be enough to tell you what I'm looking for." He says, and you lean over the table, to read whats written.

Its a contract.

More specifically, a contract between you and the company. It's in a very highly professional language, but you know what its all about as soon as you reach merely the middle of the first page. "So, I apologize for maybe being too blunt but-" You start, putting the papers down again. "You're searching for a private prostitute for your band." You state, and the man across you smiles, before he laughs.

"I'm really starting to like you!" He says. "Smart in the head. Just what I need." He goes on, before he leans forward as well, turning the page. "There's a description of what exactly your contract entails. It does not state you have to provide any sexual favors- just to be clear." He tells you, pointing towards a line of text with his pen, before he goes to the next underneath. "But it also states that it's not prohibited." He says. "What I'm searching for is not a prostitute for them. If I needed that I wouldn't be so careful about who I'd choose. There's plenty of girls out there who'd take that job." He says honestly. You like the way he talks- he's clear with what he is trying to convey.

"What are you searching for then?" You question, slowly growing more relaxed.

"They're young men who crave female company." He explains. "Its normal for them to want to have relationships when everyone they work with already have families of their own." He goes on.

"So instead of taking the risk of girlfriends causing scandals, you want to hire one girl to play the girlfriend for all of them." You finish with a chuckle, making him laugh yet again as he grins, leaning back in his seat with his hands up in defeat.

"You're quite something!" He says. "It may sound very cruel, but its whats best at the moment." He says. "I don't want them to fall apart just for something so fleeting like love." He goes on. "I basically watched them grow up." The man says, looking at the contract.

"So that's your solution?" you ask.

"It is." He nods. "If you look further into the contract, you will be living in their apartment building as well. Its a private apartment reserved for you; you'll have complete control over who enters it, and when you need time for yourself. You won't be able to have visitors, however- I think the reasons for that are quite clear." He chuckles, and you nod.

"So.. when would I start?" You ask, and the man's eyes start to sparkle seemingly.

"When can you start?" He asks instead.

You're unpacking your things when suddenly, a dog comes running through the opened door of your apartment, sniffing around eagerly before it spots you, exciting to see you it seems. It's friendly, and he reminds you of your old dog who'd passed away earlier this year- making you carefully reach to see if he'd accept any pets from you. He immediately does so, accepting any affection you give him as you sit down on the floor, the dog eagerly falling onto his back as you smile at its antics.

"Bam?!" Someone calls out, clearly distressed. "Bam!" He calls again, before he peeks into your apartment, spotting his dog panting happily, clearly uncaring of his commands as he instead hits his head against your thigh, demanding more attention from you. Jungkook himself is more stunned to see you so at ease with the dog if anything- He's never gotten close with the past girls before, but just from the way you simply smile sheepishly while petting his dog, you seem like someone he'd see himself become friends with. "Come on you brat, that's basically tresspassing what you're doing!" He dramatically scolds, as you get up- almost getting knocked down by the excited dog again.

"Go, be a good boy." You say, waving your hand to lead the dog away from you. He des so, seemingly understanding the gesture as he walks back into Jungkooks hands, instantly one of them holding onto the chain around the dog's neck.

"I'm so sorry, he's still learning!" He apologizes, but you wave him off.

"It's fine, young dogs are like that I guess. He's done no harm." You say, petting the dog's head once again. "Y/N. I assume you all have been.. you know, told I'd move in and be around." You say, and Jungkook nods.

"Its always a bit awkward at first, so I apologize in advance." He says, before someone else comes into your apartment.

"Jungkook have you found hi- oh!" The young man says, smiling brightly as he greets you. "I've seen you before! So you really are the new girl." He says, and you shrug, before nodding.

"Guess so. I hope we'll get along well." You say, as Jimin nods at you, leading Jungkook out the apartment.

"I hope we'll get along more than just well." He says before he leaves, chuckling to himself as the door closes.

Huh.

"She's cute." Jimin says at the dinner table. "Not Taehyung's type though." He shrugs, as he picks up some more food for himself.

"Why?" Said singer asks, lazily taking a sip of his soda.

"Pretty short. Wears clothes like me, she seems to be more into comfort than looks." Jungkook explains, pushing his dog to the side to make him stop begging. "Didn't wear makeup either." he says.

"Seemed really chill though. Didn't freak out when Bam attacked her." Jimin comments, making Namjoon perk up as Jungkook instantly defends his pet.

"He did not!" He says.

"Wait, Bam met her?" Taehyung asks. "How'd it go?" He wonders, as Jungkook grins.

"She seemed to be really cool with it." He says. "Bam likes her, don't you?" He asks his dog, playfully holding his head in his hands.

"Doesn't matter much." Yoongi mumbles from the side. "They bag the cash and leave. You know how it goes."

His words seem to cover everyone in a rather gloomy veil of doubt again. With the youngest secretely hoping that this time, it'll be different.

Its the third day, and you've.. well, seen most of them already.

Some of them interact a little bit, but they don't pay much attention to you apart from Jungkook and Jimin, who both seem very much open to getting to know you. Jimin had told you that it's a first for Jungkook to be so eager- he's usually one of the most reserved, not liking the entire idea in the first place. And while he's told you that as well, he doesn't ever mention it either.

They both don't make it feel like you have to befriend them in order to earn money.

"Yoongi-ssi seemed really displeased by me being at practice today." You comment, as Jungkook continues his game at your playstation. You still haven't set up a lot of furniture, just your couch that serves as your bed at the same time, and your TV and gaming equipment. Jungkook had become all starry eyed at your collection of different games, and you couldn't really do anything else than invite him to play here in your apartment, even though you're sure he must have the same if not more games than you could ever own. 'its more fun if someone's there with you' he'd said, and it had strangely pulled at your heartstrings.

He really was a hopeless case wasn't he.

"He tends to be like that." He comments, dodging an attack on screen by moving his body a little, clearly invested in his game. "Trust me, he doesn't hate you- he simply doesn't like the whole contract thing." He explains, and you nod, pulling your legs up to rest on the couch.

"Jimin said you don't like it either." You comment. "Said you usually don't talk much to the girls." You say, leaning back against the softness of your familiar piece of furniture.

"Well yeah." He says, shrugging. "They're usually.. not my type." He explains, leaning back as well as a cutscene plays on your TV. He runs a hand through his hair, before he looks at you. "They typically sign the contract thing, then try to sleep with us, then leave and take the cash." He goes on, looking at you for a second before he stretches his legs. "They pretend they know us just from what they see on screen." He mumbles.

"Well, I can see why they'd do that though." You try and justify. "Most girls in that.. industry, they need the money." You say.

"Like you?" He asks, before his eyes widen. "Sorry, oh god I didn't mean it like that-" He hurries, wide eyes staring at you suddenly in shame.

"It's fine Jungkook, relax." You laugh at his reaction. "And yes, sure I need the money." You say. "But... Nah, forget it. You're loosing over there by the way." You say, trying to avert the topic. Your reasons on why you've taken on the contract were yours- and he was still a stranger to you. You weren't ready to share things like that yet.

And while Jungkook didn't seem convinced that it didn't matter- he dropped it, genuinely glad that you were treating them all as strangers.

As what they actually were.

When Jimin had asked you to watch his practice, you didn't think he meant watching him and the rest of the band yet again.

You felt off, as if you shouldn't be there. It was clear that some of the guys seemed on edge with your presence- and its the main reason you're talking to Jimin in that moment. "It's fine- I don't want to force myself onto them. If they don't like me being here, I shouldn't be here." You tried to reason, but Jimin wimply whined, setting down his water bottle.

"But I like having you here!" He complains, as you give him a reassuring smile.

"Thank you." You say. "But you're a group, Jimin. You gotta take everyone's opinion into account." You say, grabbing your jacket as you slip your arms through the sleeves. "It's gonna take time. I can watch you practice alone sometime else." You explain, as another voice chimes up behind you.

"You're leaving?" Hoseok asks, genuinely surprised. "Or are you cold?" he questions.

"No, I'm leaving." You say politely, smiling. "I don't want to intrude." You say.

"You're not, I'm sorry if you thought that way-" He tries to convince you, but you simply chuckle, waving him off.

"No need to force it. I'm not upset over it, honest!" You say, tapping your heart in an almost childish manner to signal a promise. It makes Hoseok grin a little. Maybe Jimin and Jungkook were right about you, he thinks, as said maknae walks up to you with the leader in tow.

"Whats going on?" Jungkook asks, as Namjoon seems to scan everyone's faces- trying to figure out the nature of your little talk. "You're leaving?" He wonders, and you nod, taking your small bag and putting the strap over your shoulder.

"Guys, you're making this into something bigger than it is." You laugh, relaxing Namjoon instantly as he notices you're laughing in a genuine manner, and not just to fool them into thinking it was fine. "You gotta practice, and I'm not helping. I'll go home, it's no big deal." You say.

"Did we make you feel uncomfortable?" Namjoon asks, and you shake your head instantly. "Alright. Then lets get back to work. And you-" He adresses you, a hand on your shoulder. "Take care." He says, before ushering the other guys back into their positions, Hoseok waving at you while Jungkook and Jimin seem more or less unsatisfied with their leader's decision to let you go.

You do however notice Yoongi staring, watching you as you make your way out the practice rom.

A knock at your door wakes you from your nap on the couch.

As you open it, Yoongi stands in front of it, with his hands in his pockets. "Can I come in?" He asks, looking around, as you tilt your head, leaning against the side of your doorframe.

"Do you want to come in?" You ask instead, making him look up as he chuckles.

"You're weird." He says. "No, I technically don't. But I want to apologize and I don't wanna do that standing in front of your door like that." He explains, and you smile.

"Nothing to apologize for though." You say. "You're talking about practice today, no?" You wonder, and he nods. "And there's nothing to apologize for, again. I left because I was making you feel uncomfortable, simple as that." You say.

"Well, then I apologize for being uncomfortable." He says, shrugging.

"Are you listening to yourself, Yoongi-ssi?" You say. "That's ridiculous. You don't like me, nothing wrong with that. Don't apologize for feeling a certain way, at least not to me."

"It's not that I don't like you-" He sighs. "I just don't know you." He admits.

"And I don't know you either." You chuckle.

"You know more about me than I do about you." He says, visibly relaxed now as he finally looks at you while talking.

"Do I?" You ask with raised brows. "I know BTS Suga. I don't know Min Yoongi standing here right now." You say, making him look at you a little strangely. "And you're not obligated to tell me anything about yourself either- just like I don't have to share my whole life with any of you. I'll give what I want to give. I'll take what you give to me. Easy as that." You explain.

"I thought the kids were joking when they said you're quite something else." He chuckles.

"Well, maybe." You say. "Right now I know I don't want you standing there in front of my apartment." You say, he chuckles.

"What're you suggesting?" He says, and you can't help the grin that spreads over your lips.

"Late night ice cream straight out the tub and a trash movie." You tell him in a playfully sultry tone.

"Sounds pretty hot." He says. "Am I invited?" He asks, and you lean back, opening the door further.

"I think there's an open spot on my couch." You say. "And maybe even a spare spoon."

And he shakes his head with a smile to himself, before he enters your apartment with you.

"Ow!" You swear as you notice the small cut on your finger. The wood from your old closet had taken some damage during the move- but then again, the thing was pretty old in itself, so there was no wonder it would give up at some point in its lifetime. Walking out your apartment with your finger in your mouth, you almost run straight into the oldest of the group and Taehyung, who seem to have been talking about something before spotting you, standing still as if caught doing something bad. "Hi." You simply say, waving with your unoccupied hand, before you look down the hall. "Can you tell me which one of those is Yoongis?" You ask, as Seokjin nods.

"Down the hall, last door there." He says simply. "Everything alright?" He asks, clearly talking about your hand.

"Oh yeah, I'm just clumsy. I always hurt myself whenever I try doing something productive." You explain. "Cut myself on my closet. Need a man to do it for me, I guess." You chuckle, before you start walking.

"He's working right now." Taehyung says bluntly, and you nod at that, turning to walk inside your apartment again.

"Can't be helped then. Thanks though!" You say, as Seokjin speaks up.

"We can help, if you'd like." he asks, and you tilt your head.

"Do you want to help?" You ask. "Because you don't have to." You say, and Taehyung smiled suddenly, small, but honest.

"I'll help exactly because of that now." He says, and you nod, inviting him in, as Seokjin stays in his spot. You wait for a second, until you wave.

"I won't keep him for too long, don't worry!" You simply say with a smile, and Jin is a little taken aback by the fact that you really meant that. You're not upset he's not tagging along- you simply take his decision and don't seem to dwell on it much. He can see why Taehyung agreed to help- he enjoys honesty, and had been interested in getting to know you ever since Yoongi had let it slip that he had spent some time with you last week. And also, it's by now well known that you get along very well with the youngest and Jimin, even slowly talking more and more to Hoseok and Namjoon.

Though Jin himself isn't sure of you yet, so he walks his way, interested in how you'll take that rejection.

"So." Taehyung says, as you walk towards your halfway-setup closet, picking up some screws. "Was wondering how you've managed to get a hold of Yoongi so quick. Jimin and Jungkook, too. Though Jiminie.. Well, I wasn't surprised." He says casually, walking up to you.

"Do you think I've had sex with them?" You ask him, struggling with one of the boards as he holds it up for you to push one of the screws through the worn down hole.

"Didn't you?" He wonders, genuinely seeming to be surprised.

"No." You say, and Taehyung stutters in his movements for a second or two, before his voice seems less intimidating than before.

"I'm sorry-" He starts, but you wave him off. He can't help but stare at the carefree look you have on your face, absolutely not offended by his thoughts.

"I mean, that's why the girls prior were usually here for, no?" You say. "Yoongi told me." You say, and Taehyung nods. "That's why you all call me rather weird. Or, wait no- you call me 'something else'." You chuckle, as Taehyung shrugs.

"Guess you are." He admits. "Jin can be.. a bit hard to crack. He usually doesn't interact with the girls hired any more than necessary." He says. "He'll come around."

"And even if he doesn't, that's fine." You say.

"You'll get paid less." He says, and you look at him. "I know the contract. We all know it." He admits.

You simply shrug. "Then I'll get paid less. I won't force any of you to like me or use me." You say.

"Use you.. that sounds.. rather awful-" He starts, but you don't seem fazed.

"It's what I'm here for." You tell him, and he takes over the screw for you, large hand easily able to swallow yours hole as he helps you.

"Maybe." He mumbles. "But you shouldn't talk yourself down like that." He continues.

"I'm simply realistic." You tell him, now holding the board instead- roles reversed. "The contract makes it all sound fancier than it really is. I'm basically a girlfriend for hire for you, all-inclusive." You laugh, making Taehyung crack up as well as he has to put down the tools to laugh himself.

"You really are something else." He says.

And you just shrug. "I'm just me."

----

"Kyung-sook Shin." Namjoon says, as he spots you reading on the floor in front of one of the large windows in the hallway of the building you now called home. "A good book." He comments, and you look up, smiling as you nod, folding a small edge of the page before closing it.

"I've already read it. I'm just reading it again." You say. "You read it too?" You ask, and he nods.

"It's an intriguing story, really." He says.

You simply hum, nodding. "Reminds me of my own mom. I mean, in a way." Before you laugh. "Okay yeah the only thing she's got in common with my mom is that both dissappeared one day." You chuckle, making Namjoon perk up.

You've noticed this already with him. He seems eager to catch any little bite of information about you any time you throw them out. He remembers the smallest bits here and there, and appears to be desperate to make sense of you. "I'm sorry to hear that." He says, and you shrug.

"Not much to it." You say. "And makes sense, no?" You say, looking at him. "I mean, after all, a girl in my shoes gotta have some broken family to feed the stereotype." You chuckle, and Namjoon seems not entirely pleased by your lame attempt at joking around.

"Taehyung already said that you like to take this all rather jokingly." He says. "That you said you're here to be used." He says, and you shrug. "He didn't mean to tell, though. Sometimes things slip his mouth, he doesn't mean it." He tells you, trying to defend his bandmate.

"I figured you'd talk." You say. "So its fine. You have every right to be curious of my intentions."

"We're more curious about you, to be honest." He admits, sitting down across from you as he leans against the cool window- his legs almost touching yours. "You're not what we're used to."

"I know." You say, before you put the book to the side, your hands now in your lap as you look at him. "So." You start, and he parrots it back.

"So."

"What do you want to know?" You ask.

"Why you're here. Why you agreed to this job." He says.

"Because I need the money." You admit easily.

"Why not take on a regular 9 to 5?" He wonders.

"No one want's to hire a former escort." You explain. "Ruins the reputation. Scares away customers." You tell him.

"Why'd you become one in the first place, then?" He wonders.

You smile. "Too much." You simply tell him softly, and he nods, accepting that.

"You're honest." He says- and you shrug, as he slowly starts to get up, a hand on your shoulder before he finally stands to his full height. "Don't lose that." He mumbles out, before he leaves you to yourself.

And for the first time, you really don't want someone to leave just yet.

----

"I've been thinking.." Taehyung starts. "About, you know, requesting her." He says.

"If you want to." Yoongi shrugs. "Thought about the whole thing too. She seems okay to be honest." He says. "You got doubts?" He asks, as Taehyung shrugs.

"Not doubts-" He says. "But I don't know." He says.

"You're making this all weird inside your head." Jimin says, as he leans back in his chair, having finished his meal. "It's just sex, what are you all so scared of suddenly?" He wonders, and Namjoon shrugs.

"I mean, I get it." He admits. "Though I guess you're right as well." He muses.

And through it all, Jin sits quietly.

Unsure.

-----

(c)Bonny-Kookoo. Please do not repost, translate, or claim.

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spiderlilyserendipity · 3 years ago

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Smooth Like Butter

Welcome back to the second part of the one-shot series No Time for Love, where rich girl! Y/N is sent on marriage dates with wealthy bachelors in hopes of a match. Enjoy <3

Genres: smut, fluff

Tags: lawyer! Yoongi, rich girl! OC, hard dom! Yoongi, consent!!!!!!, brat! OC, hand kink (oc’s), sir kink, use of a remote vibrator, mouth fucking, colour system, aftercare

Warnings: exhibitionism kink (Yoongi’s), Yoongi and OC have a four year age gap, OC is 23, Yoongi is 27, unprotected sex (use protection IRL!)

WC: 3895 (3.9k)

You heard from your father that tonight’s date was a bit of a handful but well, so are you.

You’re not that intimidated when you hear the man is a top lawyer at a prestigious firm, most people that would meet your father’s criteria for an acceptable son-in-law tend to be intimidating. But having grown up wealthy and frankly, spoiled, you know better. There are people who hide behind their parents’ names and wealth, and others who can hold their own. You are the second type. You have a talent, truly, for driving off all the men who try to “win” you over and marry you for your family’s money. It doesn’t take much, just acting stupid enough that they start to doubt if you can even stroke their ego. Of course, it’s not anyone else’s business that you’re attending one of the most prestigious colleges in the country.

You’ve even taken the CEO of an entertainment company head on, you doubt a little tight ass lawyer will have much of an effect on you.

It’s a tacky choice, going to the movies. Granted, it’s a very nice, upscale movie theatre in a newly constructed part of town. The seats here are the bed-like kind that two people can lay in together, booked by your father’s secretary to undoubtedly cause some “romantic feelings” to spark up. Well, you’ll see about the romance but if the guy’s hot, you might get caught up in something else tonight. And who could blame you, an overworked and tired 23 year old? College is exhausting, you don’t have the time to cater to older men. And like they say, all’s fair in love and war, so what’s wrong with consensually getting laid and making a run for it the morning after? Nothing, if anyone asked you.

You wait against a pillar, holding a large box of popcorn and a small pack of chocolates. You’re dressed cutely today, in a floral blue dress and white heels. You even styled your hair and makeup cute. You heard from a cousin of yours (who is also a lawyer) that Min Yoongi is a real looker. So despite the four year age gap, you dressed up tonight. Better safe than sorry, right?

“Miss Y/L/N?”

You spin around, putting a smile on your face. You come face to face with a tall and handsome man, his bangs carefully styled so they fall neatly over his forehead. He gives you a smile, polite but also like he knows he’s hot, and that he definitely noticed you checking him out. No worries, you also saw him eye the supple skin of your thigh as you shifted from one foot to another. He likes legs. You think, smirking internally. Good thing I didn’t skip leg day last week.

“I’m sorry to be late, we have a lot of clients currently.” Min Yoongi humbly flexes, holding out a Rolex clad hand. You want to laugh in his face. If he wasn’t so hot, you’d hate him instantly for saying that. You accept his hand delicately, pretending to be so innocent that you can’t even hold a guy’s hand. In your experience, tough guys like him enjoy the cutesy act.

“Nice to meet you.” You reply coyly. “And no worries, I completely understand. It must take a lot of time to defend your clients in court.” You say flirtily.

Yoongi’s smile falters. “I’m a corporate lawyer, not a criminal one. We don’t often go into court to defend our clients.”

You smile. “Oh, a corporate lawyer! No wonder my father thought you’re so intelligent.”

Yoongi catches on to what you’re doing and smirks. “I hear you’re not too bad yourself, Miss Y/L/N.”

Your smile falters. The smile on his face says he has definitely heard the name of your college. Uh-Oh. You are too young to be married to a stuffy corporate lawyer, no matter how drop dead gorgeous he might be. So, you decide to switch tactics. You take a step closer to Yoongi. “Oh, you can just call me Y/N. Of course, if I might call you Yoongi in return.” You giggle.

Yoongi rolls his eyes. Like, actually rolls his eyes. You’re so offended you break character. Was that not cute? You’ve charmed at least five different guys with this technique. Instead, Yoongi smiles down at you. “We might have an age gap, but I’d prefer to remain polite with you, Miss Y/L/N, seeing as we’re still strangers.” He says the last part like he intends to get closer to you eventually, but the way he’s eyeing you like you’re the snack in this theatre says the opposite.

“I see.” You smile, knowing exactly where this is going. You’re lucky you picked an evening show. You had texted Yoongi a half-hearted question about if you’d be having dinner together before, which Yoongi left unopened, no pretentious shit. You like this guy already.

You and Yoongi find a double seat near the left-most part of the back. This movie isn’t an overly popular one, a thriller that the critics raved about but the audiences found lacklustre. The theatre is more than half empty tonight, and the only people here have decided to take seats closer to the front because of it.

You knew some teasing was bound to happen when you took the spot closest to the wall, but you don’t know exactly what you’re in for.

Yoongi takes off his coat and lays it over your lap to be gentlemanly, then slides in right next to you. He’s all sweet talk but direct as anything when he wraps his arm around your shoulders like he has always done it. The two of you start eating the popcorn you’re holding as the lights dim and the ads play. “Is this alright, Miss Y/L/N?” Yoongi asks, knowing damn well it’s fine.

You turn to him and lick the butter off your lips without breaking eye contact. “I’m not sure.” You say, smirking.

Yoongi chuckles darkly.

As the movie goes on, you and Yoongi start to make commentary under your breaths about the characters. You bet on who the killer will be.

“I’m sure it’s the main guy’s brother.” You insist to Yoongi for what must be the fourth time. The film is just over halfway done, and your shared popcorn is nearly gone.

“I bet we’ll find out in like five minutes.” Yoongi tells you. He points at the screen, where one of the side characters is starting to act suspiciously. “It’s totally her, she has been weird since they found the badly hidden knife.”

“You’re not thinking logically, Yoongi-ssi!” You tell him off. “Her boyfriend disappeared at the start, I bet she’s being threatened by the killer. If it was her, she wouldn’t freak out if they found the knife, it’d be too obvious!”

Yoongi smirks at how hard you’re trying to figure it out. “It is too obvious. That’s why no one watched this movie.” He whispers.

“Then why’d you bring me to see it?” You whisper back.

Yoongi looks down at your lips, licking butter off his own. “You know why.” He replies simply, turning back to the scene. Then, he mutters so quietly even you can barely hear it. “Wanna make a bet if I’m right?” He asks.

You nod. But Yoongi looks hesitant for a moment.

“Can I touch you?” He asks under his breath. When you nod, he frowns. “Verbally.”

“Yes.” You whisper back.

“Are you familiar with the colour system?” Yoongi asks. You nod. “Tell them to me.”

“Green for go, yellow for pause, red for stop.” You answer, slightly confused.

Yoongi’s hands travel down your waist, making you shudder, but they still completely at your hips. “Can sir touch you, baby?” He asks, entirely serious now.

“Yes sir.” You answer, captivated by his dark eyes.

Yoongi turns back and continues to watch. You want to ask him what the loser has to do when he squeezes your shoulder. The suspicious side character shows up on screen behind the main character, wielding another knife. You sigh as she kills him and the scene changes. The movie will be over as soon as the main lead’s girlfriend figures it all out. But in the meantime, you owe Yoongi.

“What do I have to do?” You pout.

Yoongi dips his hand in the empty popcorn container, fingertip brushing the bottom. When his hand comes up empty, he looks you in the eye. “Oops, my hand’s dirty baby.” He says innocently.

Your stomach starts to feel hot with the telltale feeling of arousal. Even if no one can see you, sucking someone’s fingers in a cinema is a crazy thing to do. “Don’t worry, they’re washed.” Yoongi tells you sarcastically, even though both of you know that’s not why you’re hesitating. But damn, Yoongi’s hand is pretty. The fingers are long and veiny, and well, you’d like to be acquainted with them. It would’ve been more fun in private, but you have never been one to back down from a challenge.

You open your mouth slowly and tilt your head back so he can get a good look. Then, you stick your tongue out just a little, as if making a special place for Yoongi to place his fingers.

Yoongi chuckles as he sticks his fingers in your mouth. You close your lips around his two long digits. You swirl your tongue around them, getting all of the butter and then some. “Like that, baby?” Yoongi whispers in your ear. You nod. He pats your head with his other hand. “Such an illogical little baby, guess I have to teach you, huh?” He mocks you, not giving you a second of peace as he pushes his fingers in deeper. You weren’t ready for that, and so you choke loudly when his fingers brush the back of your mouth.

Immediately, a few people turn their heads. Luckily, Yoongi had already withdrawn his fingers by then. “Oh shit, babe. Here’s a drink.” Yoongi says loud enough for the others to hear. You glare as he passes his drink to you and rubs your back as you drink it. The few heads that have turned return to the screen.

You look down and see the noticeable bulge in Yoongi’s pants. You smirk. “Never thought a lawyer would be into shit like this.” You comment in his ear, placing a hand on his bulge easily.

Yoongi leans in and unashamedly sucks a hickey on your collarbone. You jolt when his hand slides up your thigh, then he tucks a thumb between your thighs, right over your clit. “I didn’t think someone as illogical as you could attend such a prestigious university either, baby.”

You pout. “I only said that in the moment. Let it go.”

Yoongi rubs your clit through your panties, making you writhe. You know he can feel how wet you are through the wet patch on the lace. “You think you’re the one calling the shots here?” He murmurs in your ear. When you don’t answer, he rubs harder. You fight a moan, heaving from the effort of not making a sound. If Yoongi kept rubbing, soon a wet sound would echo in the cinema and then you would get banned for life.

“No sir. I’m sorry.” You reply, and Yoongi takes his hand off you.

You watch as Yoongi takes the small packet of chocolates from you and opens them. He takes one of the round chocolates and places it on your tongue. As you chew, Yoongi runs his thumb over your throat. “Not yet you’re not.” He whispers, then presses a kiss to your neck.

Yoongi alternates between eating the chocolate and feeding you. He gives you the last chocolate even though it’s supposed to be his, but you find out his motive quickly. “Babe, I have a bit of chocolate on my hand.” Yoongi tells you, perfect at lying with a straight face. He holds his thumb up.

You take it in your mouth and lick it clean without looking away from him. Yoongi pulls it out, then leans in to kiss you lightly. “Good girl.”

🖤🖤🖤

Once the movie is over, you and Yoongi are the first pair out of the cinema. Yoongi throws away the snack wrappers for you, then grabs your hand to bring you outside. He puts on his long coat to hide his erection and you pray no one notices how hard you’re blushing.

Once you get to his car though, the two of you return to how you were. You slide in the passenger seat of Yoongi’s luxury SUV, and Yoongi places his hand on your thigh again as he reverses out.

Yoongi leads you back to a high rise apartment without a word, having figured out by now that this is a regular thing for you. You’re a little impressed at how chill and non-judgemental Min Yoongi is, though you think it might have to do with how horny both of you are right now.

Yoongi barely waits until you have your coat off to pull you to the bedroom, kicking the door shut. He pushes you up against the closed door, all tongue and passion as he licks into your mouth like you’re a buttery snack.

“Can I use a toy on you? They’re all sanitized.” Yoongi asks breathlessly when you break apart. “It’s a vibrator toy.” He clarifies.

If you didn’t think marriage was a hoax, you would’ve married him on the spot for saying that shit.

“Yes sir.” You reply.

Yoongi’s gaze is dark and unfiltered now in private. “All clothes off. Lay on my bed, ass up.”

You strip quickly as Yoongi goes rummaging for something in his walk-in closet. You lay down in doggy style, face buried into one of Yoongi’s pillows and ass up. You jolt when you feel something cold against your bare vagina.

It’s lube. “Relax. I have to prep you first.” Yoongi says, before sinking one finger in. You sigh, the finger a welcome intrusion. It doesn’t take long until Yoongi has you worked up enough for two. You’re about to beg for a third when you feel the toy press against your entrance. It’s round, not like you expected. You gasp when you realize what it is. Yoongi chuckles, pulling one of your asscheeks back to push the toy in further. “I have to punish you for being rude earlier. Can’t have my sub talking back like that can I?”

“N-No sir.” You say, nearly screaming when Yoongi turns the vibrator on at full.

Yoongi walks around the bed and comes to sit in front of you. He is now naked too. You eye his hard and veiny cock, wanting it inside you instead of the vibrator. Seeing the desire on your face, Yoongi taps your cheek lightly like you’re a cute pet. “I’m gonna edge you for the backtalk, then you can have a reward. Got it?” He asks. You nod. He presses the head of his cock to his lips. “Since you like being dirty, you can suck me off until I decide you’re good enough of a girl to deserve my cock in your little hole. Understood?”

You nod, pouting from being punished but liking the idea of sucking Yoongi’s thick and leaking cock.

Yoongi starts the vibrator’s speed on slow this time, giving you time to ease up enough to take his cock. You wrap your lips around the head, sinking down until he’s nearly in to the hilt. You fight tears stinging your eyes, desperate to be good. “Good girl.” Yoongi moans, holding your hair back from your face. The vibrator slowly picks up as you bob up and down. Once you have a rhythm set, Yoongi decides to ruin you again. He grabs both sides of your face and pushes his cock all the way in and turns the vibrator up to high. You moan around him, throat clenching around him. “Fuck, so tight.” Yoongi curses, before turning the vibrator off.

He pulls out to let you catch your breath. Once you have, you open your mouth and he dives in more roughly this time.

“What’s that? Are you saying something babe?” Yoongi mocks, thrusting down your throat again. This time, he has his hand on the remote, alternating it from medium to high and back again. You now have tears streaming down your face. Yoongi wipes them for you. “Poor little slut. Should’ve thought first before you called sir ‘illogical’, huh?”

He pulls out and you gasp for air. Yoongi grips your face and makes you look up. He smirks at how fucked out you look. “Too much for you?” He mocks. Then, he notices you taking extra time to catch your breath. The teasing stops immediately. “Colour.”

“Green, green.” You tell him breathlessly. Yoongi turns the remote vibrator off. You writhe. “Green, sir!” You call out.

Yoongi observes the tear tracks running down your face and grins. “No, I think we’re good here. I can’t have you getting too comfortable with your punishment.” He kneels between your spread legs. He swipes two fingers through your vagina, holding them up as they glisten. Then, he smacks the fingers against the inside of your thigh, which is also covered in a thin sheen of precome. “Want me to eat you out since you sucked me?” Yoongi says bluntly, not caring that he’s being crude. It would be such a turn off if Yoongi wasn’t so damn hot.

“Please sir.” You say, holding your arms out.

Yoongi chuckles. “You’re so cute.” He says, laying you down. He kisses you deep, moaning at the taste of himself on your tongue. When he parts from the kiss, a long strand of saliva follows. He watches it snap against your chin and then wipes it with his thumb. “Messy little slut, aren’t you baby?” He asks, loving how worked up you get by his dirty talk.

He kisses your nipples, biting them once each to elicit a wanton moan out of you. Then, he brings a pillow to place under your hips and then lays down in front of you. You thrust forward as Yoongi turns the vibrator back to medium, then starts eating you out, pinning you down with his strong hands on your hips.

“Nn, Yoongi…” You whimper after a few minutes. You look down to see Yoongi watching you sharply. Without a word, Yoongi ramps up the vibrator’s speed. You feel your orgasm building, but you want to come with him inside you. “Please sir! I want you inside me.” You beg him.

Yoongi pulls off. “What’s that, pretty?”

“I n-need you inside. Please.” You beg, and Yoongi laughs meanly.

“Are you gonna be a good girl?” He taunts.

“Yes! Really sir!” You plead, still crying. “It feels too good, ‘wanna come.”

Yoongi shuts off the vibrator and pulls it out of you. He runs his hand up and down your clit, checking how wet you are. Then, he dips his fingers back inside to stretch you. He pins you down when you try to arch up, warning you: “If you want to come, you better be polite.”

So you lay completely still, legs spread as Yoongi aligns himself to your entrance. You sigh in relief as Yoongi enters you, bottoming out relatively soon with no pain. Yoongi smirks down at you. “Anyone ever called you a brat?”

You chuckle. That’s an unusual question. “Isn’t it obvious?”

To your surprise, Yoongi lets your attitude slide just this once. “Just curious.”

“The answer’s no, Mr. Corporate Lawyer.” You tell him, winking. “They actually tell me I’m smooth like butter.” You wink at him.

Yoongi pulls back and slams in the entire way, making you forget your own damn name. “Funny. People say the same thing about me.” Yoongi smirks, watching you try your damn best to not come instantly.

With ease, Yoongi slides a thumb in your mouth, before picking up the speed ruthlessly. You whine, trying to keep up with the rapid pace. As Yoongi stuffs your mouth, he leaves dirty hickies all over you.

“Hhh, sir. Please!” You plead, digging a hand into Yoongi’s hair. Your voice is raspy and desperate.

“Fuck, your voice.” Yoongi moans. “So rough from how I fucked your little mouth, huh?” He asks, picking up the pace of his thrusts. Yoongi grips your hips hard enough to bruise, pushing your thighs further apart. You whine Yoongi’s title out again and Yoongi leans down, kissing you with full force. When he separates from you, a string of saliva follows, falling onto your neck. Yoongi licks it off your collarbone, making you moan at how messy it all is.

You whimper again as Yoongi rubs the head of his thick cock against your g-spot over and over again, smirking when he notices it. “Does my baby need it?” He taunts you.

You nod desperately. “Yes, sir, please!”

“Then take it.” Yoongi growls, crossing your ankles together and putting your legs on one of his broad shoulders. He swipes the thumb you had been sucking earlier on your tongue again, then starts rubbing at your clit. You arch your back off the bed, coming so hard your thighs shake. Yoongi fills you up a moment later, making you even wetter.

Yoongi pats your hair patronizingly as he takes his cock out. “Guess you’ll be nicer next time, huh, baby?” He smiles at you.

You scoff, making Yoongi laugh.

🖤🖤🖤

“Do you think we could get arrested for doing that?” You ask abruptly with the passenger side door still open when Yoongi drops you off at your apartment.

Yoongi scoffs. “You should be more worried about your hips.”

You repeat his words, mimicking him. Yoongi smirks. “Want a round two that bad?”

You roll his eyes. You most definitely don’t. The excitement and fear of getting caught in the theatre was contributing to 50% of your tiredness, and after Yoongi’s relentless teasing, you’re totally spent for tonight. You could hardly even dress yourself, Yoongi helping you shower and drying you off himself. You have a lurking suspicion that Min Yoongi isn’t as much of a fuckboy as he makes you think, just that he liked you specifically. Or maybe doting on a sub is Yoongi’s favourite style of aftercare. You don’t know, but you sure are grateful for the help.

“Answer my question first, Yoongi-ssi.”

Yoongi chuckles. “A friend owns that theatre. I asked him to turn off all the CCTVs inside that theatre.”

You are shocked. “You mean you planned this beforehand?!”

Yoongi flicks your dangly earring with his thumb and index finger. “Yes, I did. I googled your socials and thought you were hot. Sue me.” He admits begrudgingly.

You grin. “Maybe I should post a two-piece showing off the bruises you gave me tonight. I bet that would feed your exhibition kink alright.”

Yoongi takes a sharp breath between his teeth. “Do that and I’ll seriously marry you.” He lies with a straight face.

You laugh, grabbing your purse. “See ya.”

You wait until Yoongi is gone to walk to the elevator.

Min Yoongi was smooth like butter. Any smoother and you would’ve fell ass first (although, considering the bruises on your hips, it sure does feel like that).

Requests are open 🖤

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A cup of coffee (Eren x Reader)

Summary : A simple cup of coffee can change your life, in many ways. (aka : Connie loves to be a wingman and we stan him in this house)

Trope : College AU, blind date (or is it)

Wordcount : 4962 words

A/N : I have no idea how I managed to create this monstruosity of a fic when I have I don’t even know how much wips in my google drive. Also, English isn’t my first language. Have a nice read !

Also, thanks @smfics / @princess-jaeger for encouraging me to post this, I hope it was worth the wait !

The library was almost silent, except for some whispers and sounds of the occasional student wandering between the bookshelves in search of a specific book. It was, by far, much more enjoyable than the usual lunch rush - in truth, it was the perfect moment for you to do your own homework, even if a lot of other students wouldn’t have called that “homework” with, perhaps, a hint of disdain. At least you were silent, mostly, except for the sound of your pencil - that people would usually mistake for someone taking notes.

“Don’t move, Historia”, you reminded, lowering your gaze from her cute, doll-like face, to your sheet of paper, trying to make her features justice. From her delicately parted blonde hair, to her beautiful big blue eyes, to her mouth and chin, currently upturned in a smile - everything was perfect. But that perfection was frustrating. It felt like no matter how much you tried, no matter how much you erased and redrew your lines, it would never be good enough.

You didn’t like that. At this moment you felt like you were a good-for-nothing artist wannabe, tanking your sometimes fragile ego. You already felt self-conscious whenever you went anywhere with her, even if you tried to push the thought away ; you too were pretty and smart, and you could pride yourself in being a good friend.And you were somewhat decent at art. Maybe. On a good day when stars aligned. Eventually.

Ymir sighed, as she fidgeted beside you. She had proclaimed wanting to see you drawing her girlfriend in real time, but she sounded more exasperated than anything. Everything was annoying, for her, and honestly you wondered if she even felt you were her friend.

“Stop redoing her nose.” The brunette sighed. “The more you’re redrawing it, the less accurate it’s going to become.”

You looked at her. She was surprisingly helpful. Did she feel only concerned because you were drawing her darling, or did she feel worried about you and your ego ?

“Seriously, take a break. You look like you’re about to burst.”

So much for your previous thinking, then. Perhaps she was right, you concluded. You needed, probably, to take a step back. It was also a problem you had with homework, even non-art related - you usually got so engaged in it that you ended up hyperfocusing on small details because you wanted it to be perfect, missing the whole perspective, and you always needed someone to snap you out of it and correct your mistakes.

So you put your notebook down for a second, and to your surprise you already had a nice outline of your friend’s face. Ymir was right - you felt like you had gotten Historia’s nose pretty well this time. Could you do better than that ? You weren’t sure. Did you want to erase it and do something worse ? Absolutely not. Of that you were sure.

Historia visibly relaxed. Posing for a portrait like this could be exhausting, actually.

“Sorry for bothering you with this.” You said, feeling vaguely guilty. She could do another million things, and yet you were hogging her. “It’s not even a mandatory homework, just practice and...”

“Don’t worry.” She said, sweetly. “It makes me happy to help you.”

You felt like crying, relieved. Maybe the lack of sleep did make you emotional.

“And it’s just natural to help you, you’re always helping me study for my quizzes, so if I can help you back..” It was a habit you had since high school, actually. She always said you were a nice tester, telling things as they were and not sugarcoating it when she was wrong because you were friends. “It is fun to see you draw..”

“Oh, er..”

“Because you’re super expressive when you draw.” Ymir completed, cutting off the (un)intelligent response you were trying to make. “You’re like, frowning, not frowning, sticking out your tongue, and stuff. I find that pretty weird, personally.”

“..Excuse me?” You could only say, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Did you truly look that weird when you were drawing ? You probably looked absolutely ridiculous ! “Well, er, anyway. Let’s go back to drawing.” You felt like your break had been long enough, and you hated drawing portraits in multiple settings, because the energy and vibe weren’t the same. Historia put herself into position, again. She had that beautiful, mysterious smile - a Mona Lisa smile, in a way. Not that you had the gall to compare yourself to Da vinci, of course. You were pretty confident, except concerning your art, feeling very much like a baby walking in the footsteps of artists better and bigger than you would ever be.

You followed Ymir’s advice, though, trying this time to get Historia’s mouth and smile right, and finally leaving her nose alone. Maybe you were a perfectionist, after all. But you felt like this perfectionism was your way of justifying your existence as an art student. And that was why people said you were intense about your art, never stopping until you were satisfied. But strangely, capturing Historia’s smile was easy. Perhaps you were getting better, or your brain was relieved to not have anything to do with her nose.

Her hair now, delicately framing her face. You had always liked drawing hair, somehow.

“Shit !” You exclaimed as your criterium lead broke. Of course, you thought angrily to yourself as you changed it swiftly. It just had to happen. This shit always let you down in the most important moments. At least this time it hadn’t pierced your paper sheet ; it had happened once during a class, and you had been mortified for days.

The universe was against you today, you decided. You didn’t want to know how much bad luck you had in store for the rest of the day, and you didn't even want to imagine it. Enough was enough. You needed a nice, simple day, and a cup of tea on your couch, wrapped up in a plaid. Nothing less, nothing more. Was it too much ?

Eventually though, you managed to finish Historia’s portrait, and even if the blonde seemed elated and drowned you in compliments, you felt the usual tendrils of self-doubts gnawing at you. You could have done better here, there too - here, the line was too rough.

“Gotta go, I’ve got a class in twenty minutes and I’d like to have a drink.” You announced after a brief discussion about some fair outside of town that Historia wanted to see. You were feeling exhausted - and mostly, you hated having a free hour like that in the middle of the morning. It wasn’t worth going anywhere but the library or, eventually, the cafeteria..hoping that neither of the two buildings were too crowded. At least during this free hour, you always were able to meet with your two friends. You gathered up your belongings, carefully detaching the sheet of paper and putting it in your big portfolio, and went your way after saying goodbye.

However fate had its own plans for you, apparently.

You were walking at a peaceful pace, a cup of chocolate in one hand, your portfolio safely tucked under your arm. The roads of the campus were beginning to get crowded by what seemed like tons of students going to their classes, some beginning to get rowdy. Nothing unusual, by the way.

What was unusual however, was the chain reaction that ensued. As you were beginning to get close to the Arts building, someone passed through you in a hurry, bumping into your shoulder and making you lose your balance and trip, and, of course as you struggled to get a semblance of dignity (and spat a “watch out where you’re walking, asshat !” that fell on deaf ears), your portfolio literally made a cup of coffee fly, crash on the ground and spill its content on the concrete.

You felt blood retreating from your face.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry !” You exclaimed to the owner of the late cup of coffee, absolutely mortified. You didn’t know how to react - or rather, a million ideas were running through your mind, and you were almost freezing in response. Sorry wasn’t the beginning of how you wanted to handle this whole thing. “Someone bumped into me and...” You began to explain, desperate, somehow, to make him understand that you hadn’t wanted to be malicious. It was just a string of bad luck.

“I figured it out.” The guy said, after picking up his empty cup - you felt oddly relieved that he wouldn’t leave it on the ground, even if there wasn’t much he could do about the spilled coffee. And when he straightened himself, you took advantage of the moment to take a good look at him. He was tall, at least six feet - and he had one of the prettiest faces you had ever seen. A long yet a little rounded face, with a sharp jaw and a plump bottom lip. Green, expressive eyes, under thick eyebrows. And, finally, loose brown hair that fell around his broad shoulders. I kinda want to draw him..you thought, and that was what you would have wanted to say, if you didn’t feel like your brain had stopped. “It’s okay.”

“No it’s not - did you get burned or..?” You asked.

“Nah, don’t worry. Everything’s fine. ”However, he frowned. “Are you hurt ?”

“N-no, I’m okay, more scared than hurt. Maybe I’ll get a bruise, but overall - I’m fine.”

Shooked by you, but fine, you thought.

“Good.” And with that, he turned around.

“Wait !” He stopped his motion, confusion written all over his (rather handsome,you had to admit) face. You began to search your pockets after putting your portfolio on the ground, at a good distance from the stream of what had been coffee. “Take this.” You said, handing him some pocket change. “Huh?” He said.

“For your lost coffee. It’s my fault it ended up on the ground, so paying you back for another is the least I can do.”

“It’s not your fault, you don’t have to -” He protested.

“Yes I do. I should be more careful when I’m carrying my stuff” You interrupted. “I would feel terrible for the rest of the day if I didn’t give you money, otherwise.”

He smiled, gently, and that completely changed his face, softening his features. You felt yourself blushing a little, something tugging in your heart. This guy was gorgeous, you thought. He looked like he could be a model in a fashion magazine. A piece of art.

“Alright then.” He conceded. “That’s very kind of you.”

No, that was called ethics, you wanted to correct but for some reason you felt like you were unable to speak, as if your tongue had been numbed or stuck to the top of your palate. You felt simultaneous dumb and somehow hopeful this guy would find you pretty. You were confused.

“My name’s Eren.” He introduced himself. Pretty name.

Ah, when you thought about it, it felt like you had seen him on campus before (it could be a small world after all), but never this close. You would have remembered it otherwise !

“(Y/n), you managed to reply, feeling like an absolute dumbass. “I’m an Art major..”

“That explains the portfolio.” He noted with a nervous smile, and you nodded.

“Sorry again about that..” You probably had ruined his day with that little stunt, now that you thought about it. At least he hadn’t spilled some coffee on his shoes. That would have been terrible.

Then, he looked at his watch and had a reaction of surprise.

“Oh shit I’m gonna be late - see you around !”

“See you around.” You repeated in a low voice, almost dreamy- not realising that you were gonna be late too, until someone else snapped you out of your trance by bumping you. And by then, you were pissed at yourself.

That guy would have made a gorgeous model, and you had missed the opportunity to ask him if he’d roll with it. You could draw him from memory, you supposed, but it wasn’t the same. Oh, to take a picture of him. That would have been nice, too. But you had been too shaken to be able to speak. That wasn’t very usual. It wasn’t your type to have an artistic (or that was what you tried to tell yourself) crush on anyone. Even Mr Smith, the history teacher - perhaps he was too much like a statue, larger than life and twice as impressive. But Eren..he was what, around your age ? He was someone accessible.

Though, when you talked about him to the two girls later, Ymir teased you by reminding you of your latest what-would-should-have-been-a-hook-up-but no (and adding that the guy seemed a lot more decent than Handspinner Hair Guy), whereas Historia was super supportive. And gleeful that you had sent her her portrait after finishing it with your black pen and scanning it. You , however, groaned. Your two friends sure seemed invested in your love life, and you knew that you weren’t gonna to see the end of it so soon. Not until you managed to see the guy again. Perhaps next week on the same day ? Who knew. Except that you tried to be around the same building around the same hour, but to no avail. Same for the week after, and you finally admitted to yourself that Eren was a one-time apparition, a nice little break from what you were used to seeing on campus.

Worse, you had no idea what his major could be. You had told him yours, but he hadn’t told you his - even if he was nice, he looked overall a little reserved and aloof, almost on the defensive. It was his right, of course, but you felt a bit bummed, and your other friends picked up on that. Especially on that day when with Sasha, Connie and Jean (with whom, as you liked to say, you shared one brain cell) you were on a movie night at your studio.

“C’mon, (Y/n), what’s going on now ? “Jean asked. You could feel the worry in his voice.

“-Nothing,” you replied in a sharp voice. Maybe you shouldn’t have chosen to watch the dumbest romcom. It made you wistful, melancholic and full of regret that life wasn’t as easy.

“-Stop lying, what’s wrong ?”

You sighed. You knew that even if you didn’t know the trio for a very long time, having met around spring of the previous year, they cared about you and would nag you until you caved in. So at least, you could save yourself the hassle of being interrogated.

“-Don’t laugh okay ? Something like two weeks ago, I met a super cute guy, alright. Except that I didn’t have time to get his number, it was just before my 11am class.”

“-Ok wow, what happened exactly ?”

“-Spill the tea, Y/n ! “Sasha encouraged.

“-I kinda sent his coffee cup flying with my portfolio because some idiot didn’t look where he was going and bumped into me.” You groaned, head between your hands. “So I gave him some change to buy another cup later.”

“-What did he look like ?”

“- Rather tall, brown hair, green eyes,”you recalled. “Looked like he could have been a great model. His name was Eren.”

You missed Connie, Jean and Sasha exchanging glances, and they motioned to exchange dms very quickly.

“ I kinda tried to see him again around the building, around the same hour on the same day of the week, but it didn’t work out. Guess it was nice meeting this guy, but I probably won’t see him again.” You sighed. “It’s a shame, it’s all.”

You didn’t even know why you got attached like that, to be honest. Eren was cute and he was nice, and he looked like he would make a wonderful model to draw, but...Guess you were a bit lonely, after all. That wasn’t healthy.

“Well, that’s too bad,”Connie said, shrugging. “The campus’s too big, I guess. But you know what ? You should try to see other people. You spend too much time with your brushes..”

“-Yup, it’s worrying to see you like that.”Sasha doubled.

“-Yeah, I know. I guess it’s the little “what could have been”, but…”You shrugged. “Other fishes in the sea, I guess.” “-Actually, I’ve got this friend..He’s not good at meeting people as he’s a little shy, but since you’re more extraverted, I think you could be a good match.”

“-Ok wow Connie, is this a real friend or the “cousin of the friend of the grandfather of the friend of one of your acquaintances ?”’ Historia had tried that in high school, and the guy was super self-centred and probably a pervert, given how he looked at your boobs. Historia had been mortified, when you told her.

“-Noooo no don’t worry !”He gestured. “ He’s actually a high school friend of mine. He’s really caring and loyal, but awkward. I feel like you could really get along.

“-If this is who I think it is,”Jean said, “ I can vouch for him too.”

“-It’s not you at least, Jean ?” You snorted.

“-Ouch, that hurts.”

“-Man, I don’t cheat.”He protested.

“-I know, just kidding.”You laughed. Jean and you had always the most platonic relationship, but it was too fun to tease him gently like that. “Well, if this guy’s so great, I’m fine for one date. Not for dinner though, people always get ideas.”

It had happened once last year, actually. The guy you had seen seemed to understand that one dinner date meant he could pull the “oh no it’s late, can I sleep in your room”. Needless to say, you had told him hell no, and cut contact after. You had sworn off dating apps after that.

I hope this blind date is a good idea, you thought nervously for the nth time. Connie was by your side, almost dragging you. He sure was impatient for you to meet this friend of his. At least he had told you it was a guy, but given the number of guys he had as mutuals on his social media (not that that you had checked in details, being busy this week with homework), that didn’t help you in the slightest.

You just hoped that the guy would be as great as he was telling you, and that if you weren’t interested, that wouldn’t sour the relationship between him and his friend. You didn’t think the mystery guy would be a total incel from what you were told but..you know. Some people thought that they were the centre of the universe.

“I’m kinda on the fence with this date thingy - last time I went on a blind date like that, it didn’t end well -” You tried to say. You had still your doubts, somehow. You weren’t used to that, clearly. “Connie, not so fucking fast, I’m wearing a dress for fucks’s sake.”

And Historia had helped you getting a little dolled up, while still respecting your personality and style. You felt actually pretty.

“What happened?” He asked, vaguely nervous all of a sudden.

“Super self-centred.” You shot back. “ He was always “me me me, listen how great I am” and didn’t even try to get to know me. Though he kinda implied he wanted to screw me.”

“Ew.”He had the decency to reply, before smiling. “Don’t worry, my friend’s not like that. He doesn’t do the one-night-stand thingy. True romantic at heart, I tell you.”

You cocked your eyebrow.

“But I was gonna introduce you to each other eventually, you’re both my friends !”

Well, you guessed it was a positive thing that he thought that the mystery guy and you could work as friends, even without the blind date deal.

“Anyway, here we aaare !” He said after a while.

He had chosen a nice Italian restaurant that you had been to once, last year. But there already was a guy standing in front of the restaurant door, looking at his phone. Rather tall, it seemed.

“Here he is ! Hey man !” Connie exclaimed as you quickened your pace. “Over there !”

The guy turned in your direction, and you almost froze again.

“Eren?” You weren’t sure, he had tied up his hair in a half-bun. But well, that allowed you to have a better look at his face,and you felt yourself blushing.

“G-glad to see you again, (Y/n.)” He managed to say, clearly a little distraught too.

“Connie, what’s the meaning of this ?” You managed to say. Connie was absolutely beaming -while Eren looked like he wanted to be anywhere but here, averting his eyes.

“C’mon don’t be shy Eren ! You told us all about the cute artist girl you met , and you told us about the tall cute guy with brown hair you had met. It was easy to know you spoke of each other ! So Sasha, Jean and I thought it’d be more fun to set you up together for a blind date, you know, for a bigger surprise and...here we are !”

You looked at him. You didn’t know if you had to laugh or to cry.

“You, hum, thought I was cute ?” You asked Eren, wanting to change the subject.

“And nice.” He replied, barely audible, still looking away.

“So, so ! Eren, I trust you with Y/n, she’s a close friend of Sash’ and me, so take good care of her alright ?”

“Connie !” Eren protested. And, looking at me, he finally whispered. “You look very pretty, (Y/n)”

You were wearing your favourite dress, the one that made you feel confident and cute as hell, plus you had styled your hair a little, and had put on some light make-up. Looks like he appreciated the effort, you thought, giddy.

“Thank you...” He looked good too, you had to admit.

“Alright guys, have a nice lunch ! Gonna quizz you for details later !” And with that, Connie was gone.

“I’m glad I saw you again.” You admitted, a little shy. “You’ve kinda been on my mind since the other day. I was angry at myself for not asking for your number. You seemed kinda interesting., and, er, when I saw you I thought you’d be a great model !”

“So was I.” He said, gently, pink tinting his cheeks once more. “I- I wanted to know you better. But I was a little intimidated. I was nervous, somehow.”

Well, that, uh, put things into perspective.

“Guess we’ll have to thank Connie for putting us in contact then, eh?” you said. Or strangling him, you still didn’t know. The worst thing was, you were pretty sure you had heard Connie mention his name, now that you thought about it. How did you not make the connection when you met him ?

You had been distracted.

“Yes..”

“World’s small, isn’t it ?”

He smiled at you. “Let’s go inside, alright ? Don’t want you to catch a cold.”

“Y-yes.” Your turn to be so nervous now, touched by his pure kindness as you followed him into the restaurant. But still - you managed to catch Eren’s gaze once you were seated and handed menus by your waitress, and smiled. He smiled in return.

This blind date was sure turning better than you thought, and - finally having made up your mind-, you’d be sure to remember to thank Connie for the lovely attention.

“So, hum..” He began. You could feel his nervosity from your chair - he was fidgeting. “Have you been doing art for a long time ?”

“I was one of these kiddos who spent all their free time drawing.” You almost laughed, so happy that he took initiative and wanted to get to know you. “In class too, when I was bored.”

Eren smiled.

“And growing up, I just got interested in other forms of art. Clay, painting, photography…That kinda was how I met Connie actually.” Encouraged by his quiet attention and nodding, you kept on talking. “Last year during spring, I wanted to take pictures of the big park downtown, and I kept on bumping into Connie, so we ended up talking a lot, and we became good friends. I already knew Sasha from one meeting at the cafeteria, and they introduced me to Jean once at uni. And you ?”

“Pretty sure he had mentioned it to us once.” He frowned. “But,er, we all met at the beginning of high school, since we were in the same class. You know how it is. I sat next to him, and he initiated a conversation, so... “ It was a simple but very cute meeting, you decided. Connie was one of these people that could get along with mostly anyone, because he was so honest and open.

Feeling like a complete idiot because of the stupidness of what you were going to say, you asked him about his field of study, since you didn’t get to ask him last time. Architecture, he responded, and you listened to him speaking of his passion, hanging on his words. He liked the idea of being able to create homes for people. That was interesting, and honestly a bit endearing - he really cared about people, apparently. At one point, though, your eyes met after he finished speaking, and you realised you kinda wanted to kiss him, and leaned in. However,you were shaken off your trance by the sound of a close chair rattling on the ground.

“Anyway,” you said, feeling a little...disappointed. At what or whom, you didn’t know. “Let’s take a look at these menus.”

The lunch was more than satisfying, even if, to be honest, you barely paid attention to your meal. Eren was much, much more interesting than whatever you had on your plate. You liked his quiet resolve, the passionate way he talked, the way his face and eyes were lighting up when he spoke about something he liked.

Bad news for you : you were smitten. And little did you know that Eren was growing fond of you too. Because from architecture, you ended up speaking about a famous museum in town that you had both visited, and that you both liked. Encouraged by him, you talked about a few paintings inside that you particularly liked, and their respective artists. He was such a good audience, you thought as you blabbered, feeling your cheeks get warm each time you looked at those eyes. But on his side, he was finding you increasingly cute. Especially that you could relate to never being satisfied with your drawings. That was the true icebreaker, and you had a good laugh together while speaking how you could get frustrated with the one detail that you felt was so vital.

“Thank you for the date, Eren.” You said at the end of the meal, feeling on cloud nine. “I had a really good time with you.”

“So had I.” Eren said, softly. You smiled at each other, and you realised you kinda didn’t want the date to end. You wanted to spend more time with him. “Hum, (Y/n), d-do you want to go somewhere else perhaps ?”

You felt your heart burst, and you said “Yes ! Of course !” with perhaps a little too much enthusiasm. But you didn’t care. You were spontaneous, you liked to go with the flow. So when Eren proposed to go to the park, you gladly accepted. But honestly you didn’t care where you were going, simply content to be with him, talking with him. As you strolled the park’s alleys, you learned about his passion for sports and video games, and you told him about your own hobbies. You joked about your classes, spoke about your friends - and at one point, in a spur of boldness, you took his hand that seemed so large compared to yours, and he gladly took yours. He radiated such warmth, you never wanted to let his hand go, feeling oddly safe with him.

“I had a wonderful time with you, Eren.” You finally said when you were in front of your building, cheeks pink and eyes shining. It was, truly, the best first date you ever had. Eren was caring, respectful, super interesting, you liked to talk to him - what else could you ask for ? “I’d really like to see you again.”

“So do I.” He murmured. “Let’s exchange numbers.”

And you did, elated. You promised yourself to text him as soon as possible. You didn’t want to miss any opportunity with that guy, because you felt like you had the potential to create something great together.

“Can you text me when you’re home ?” You asked. “ I’d really like to know that you’re safe.”

“I will.” And when you looked him right in the eyes, you felt again that urge to kiss him . You tilted your head, lips parted, hoping that he’d get the message.

“I hope I’m not coming too strong,” Eren said, eyes on you, his breath a little ragged, “But I’d really like to kiss you right now. If that’s okay with you.”

“Then go for it.” You replied. He smiled, his face lighting again, and he softly leaned into you, his soft hands cupping your cheeks. Forehead against forehead, you smiled.

Finally, finally ! His lips went meeting yours. Eren kissed you in a slow, shy way, almost like he was afraid you would pull out at any moment. Except that you had no intention to, and you showed him clearly, wrapping your arms around his neck and losing your fingers into his thick, yet soft hair. You wanted him closer. And thus he moved his arm around your waist, pulling you toward him, with an appreciative groan. It felt like time had stopped - that nothing else existed except the two of you, and the feeling of his mouth against yours.

When you finally parted, you were panting, but so happy, smiling at each other. You felt like the happiest person in the world. You wanted to shout, you wanted to sing, you wanted the whole universe to know that for once, you were happy. For once, you felt like someone was interested in you - for you. And when you looked at Eren, you went for another kiss, giggling, eyes closed and just relishing this moment together.

All thanks to a spilled cup of coffee.

#shingeki no kyojin #attack on titan #reader insert #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader

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goldenmeary · 4 years ago

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ASTRO OBSERVATIONS 🖤🌙❄

× Moon in Scorpio have incredible psychic abilities especially with telepathy, Clairsentient and Witch vibes. They are usually afraid of their gifts. 🪞🔮

× You have the darkest traits of the sign in your 12th house, it's stay in your subconscient for a long timeee. If you tell someone that they have these traits they will denies it but when they will take conscious of it, that will be a shock, we are always so shocked of this.

× Taurus girls, their acoustic guitar and flowers. A real aesthetic 🙌 💐

× Aquarius in 4th house natives can really struggle to find their indivuality especially if they are close to their families, they will find their own thing later in life (leo mc). Any air sign placed in our IC will find it hard to emancipate from the ideas and education they've been taught, they can have a really judgmental and "gossip" family background. Those are the ones that heal and break ancestral karmic lineage by just being themselves, anything they do would be seen as new and kind of rebellious. They are also the ones of their families to initiate a complete new road by taking responsibility of their individuality and having confidence on their unique destiny(fire MC).

× Some traits of the sign in your 4th house indicate what was "judged" as good from your family environment and what was seen as bad from the sign of your 10th house.

×Mars in 1st house, Venus in Aries but especially Venus conjunct Mars have a real problem to separate Love and Lust. Those people can interpret any sweet, love affection from their partner or crush as a sex invitation. That's just their way of showing love but they can easily push their lovers to have sex consciously or not, if you have these placements, always be sure that your partner also wants that too. They're really can be such sex machines 🙌 👄

× Aries Sun especially women have absolutely no facial expressions 😂

× Neptune and Mars owns tattoos. 🌹

× Your saturn can indicate how you run away from your emotions, wounds and moments of vulnerability (example: Saturn in 6th house will be by cleaning, overthinking, workout, being busy with work...)

× Venus conjunction Neptune Neptune in 1st house or Pisces dominant would want to always live with music in their ears, any music can totally changed their mood, you can give them any dark situation but if they are connected to a song, everything alright. You can take everything from them but never their music, it's like you take away their soul 🌊🎵

× North node in capricorn or in 10th house always experiment a long period of solitude if not all their life for some. At first they will suffer and feel like a victim(cancer) of this loneliness adventure but they choose this to become fully conscious of themselves and the impact they have on people. like the hermit once they have enough wisdom, they will come out of their caves and finally start to have less and healthier relationships but even so, loneliness will become their favorite and most precious thing in their life.(even if they create a family which is rare with this north node, they will always still be kind of distant and super independent) 🖤⏳

× As the sign of gemini represent twins, i saw a lot of couples who actually share this dominance(a gemini rising frequently find a mate who share the same rising) that end up looking like each other(personality and physically) and they LOVE that😂

× Never tell to a fire sign dominant , you think that you share a lot of similarities with them or that they look like to someone else. The more ruled by their ego they are, the most virulent they can be with you about that 😂 Especially Aries(that's the sign that rule the ego), they have such a pride on their indivuality and their "unique" image 😂 🧡

× Mars conjunct Uranus are hyperactives, the type to dance, workout, start a new project or go to the beach randomly at 3 am, they can't have a classic schedule to sleep, even if they try that's just not for them. they always have random burst of energies. They really often live a unconventional life. This is a exhausting placement to live with sometimes, if you are familiar with this placement you know how much unpredictable and impulsive you can be😂 Due to that, they usually hurt themselves and can have a lot of scars, really clumbsy too. One of my favorite placements!!! 💫

× Fixed dominants gain easily muscle and mutable dominants struggle a LOT to see visible muscles, they often just can't and loose them really quickly, but i don't talk about strength. 💪

× One thing that gemini/3rd house stellium can learn about their opposite Sagittarius is the importance Of quality over quantity. Gemini is the most superficial sign so they can have a tendency to over-consume anything(thoughts, informations, items, relationships...). Purification is really important for them. 🛀

× I don't really see this often but the 2nd house also rules sex in a more physical sensual way, the pure pleasure of sex. I saw more 2nd house stellium(esp with pluto) being more into sex in their everyday life than 8th house stellium who was incredible quiet and intimate with this topic. 8th house rule the spiritual aspect, the sacred sexuality.

× You can recognize a capricorn by their dry skin. Saturn(capricorn or Aquarius) gives a pale and super delicate skin, also they often have freckles and moles.

× So much actors or just really artistic people have Jupiter in 5th house.🌟🌻

× Aries, Virgo and Capricorn often have this good looking sharp jawline. 🌷

× The lunar nodes function like the Yin and yang, no adversity, "The opposites support each other. The opposites are not really opposites at all, they do not really "oppose" each other but complement and sustain each other." you don't have to go towards one and reject the other but that's YOUR axis, that's the energies and where you have the most difficulties to find balance and serenity in yourself so in your life. I also notice that's where you feel the wound of injustice and separation the most, you felt forced by your environment to chose one sign to the other ☯️

× Aquarius will adopt a more vegan alimentation for the environment, Virgo for their own health and Cancer for animals🕊🌈

× The more planets you have on the southern hemisphere, the more you will be loved, popular toward people and you will also receive more often compliments 🌷

×Water signs rising or dominant have the most changeable bodies, their bodies always change by showing what's going inside of them: their emotions, traumas, anything they live will be shown by their bodies(face included), they always gain and loose weight and they are also receptive and connected to all the energies of universe. Air signs especially Gemini kind of stay the same their all life, they have 1 physical that can adapt to everything, they're often super skinny so for example they can wear easily any outfit or have a face that can fit any hairstyle. The body of a water sign mold into the flow of life, but it is life and the outside that mold to the body of an air sign. Internally/externally 🍃🌬

#astrology #astro #spirituality #astro tumblr #rising sign #astro observations #astro notes #astrology observations #astrology notes

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jaeminzie · 4 years ago

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what do you desire? | n.jm

↳ na jaemin x gender neutral!reader

synopsis: a single tutoring session to help a failing na jaemin earned you a ticket to receive whatever you want. so what will it be?

genre: fluff

word count: 2,082

part of ‘the dreamies in hogwarts’ series

“don’t you feel any sympathy for me?!” jaemin’s voice bounced on the walls, making your ears rings for the nth time for the past ten minutes of him following you around campus. “professor vector will kill me if i fail another arithmancy exam!” his voice seems louder than before indicating that he got closer to your moving body.

you groaned as your legs began to feel like jelly after brisk walking the entire school. halting your steps and turning your body sharply to face the distressed boy, making the ends of your blue hinted robe swing into the air. “well, if only you studied-“

“-and that’s exactly why i need you to help me.” the boy dressed in green took a few steps to get closer to you and reached for your hands (which you gladly pulled away from him) with pleading eyes. “i promise i won’t waste your time, i’ll for sure get a good grade if you help me.” that stupid, beautiful smile of his made a small appearance, making you roll your eyes at his act of flattery.

“and what do i get from it?” you crossed your arms and glared him down which made the boy frown. “as a tutor, i need some form of payment.”

jaemin’s head fell back as he let out a laugh, giving you a perfect view of his exposed neck accessorized with a dainty gold necklace that complimented his beauty so well. “isn’t it obvious?” he looked at you with a raised eyebrow, expecting you to know what the hell he was talking about. he continued to look at you until the silence became unbearably long, he scoffed, “you get to spend time with me, of course!”

your mouth gaped open at his words and the seriousness of his face, “goodbye, jaemin.” dropping your arms to your side, you turned away from his body and began walking at your previous speed only to be pulled back when jaemin grabbed your hand and turned you around by your waist.

he immediately removed his hands off of you when he noticed the flare in your eyes. “okay okay, i was kidding.” scratching his neck, jaemin was thankful it was nighttime since you weren’t able to see his crimson red cheeks nor see the way his eyes glistened as he admired your features underneath the moonlight. “i’ll do whatever you want, i don’t care what it is — literally anything your heart desires. promise.” he lifted his pinky finger up and looked at you seriously.

you pondered at his offer and smirked once you realized that jaemin has a meaty wallet while you had a long shopping list of supplies to check off at dervish and banges. “fine.” jaemin’s smile couldnt be contained at your word, you held up a finger to shush his incoherent noises of excitement. “i cannot be seen with you.”

his smile dropped and placed his hands on his waist, “well, that’s insulting.”

“you expect me to be with you in broad daylight when you have an entire cult of students who would kill one another to receive a one-second glance from you?” you roll your eyes when jaemin begins to smirk, feeling his ego inflating. “we meet after hours at the astronomy tower tomorrow night.”

“y/n, if you want to get with me, just tell me — you don’t need to use our tutor sesh as an exc-“

you scoffed and turned around to walk toward the ravenclaw common room, leaving the boy to talk to himself in the empty corridor.

you shake your head to yourself. why, just why are you doing this.

—

two days later, you sat in study hall fighting your heavy eyelids and limp neck. the first tutor session with jaemin consisted of one sided conversations and flirting since the boy cannot get a hint. though, there were times where he’d impress you with his ability to learn things quickly.

your friend nudged your shoulder and ‘pst’-ed at you. “did you hear about last night?” she spoke quietly, making sure not to disturb the people around you.

you looked at her briefly before closing your eyes to gain some sort of relief from your exhaustion. “don't know, and frankly, i don’t care.”

“well, na jaemin from slytherin house has a significant other.”

you giggled to yourself because there’s no way a boy with such a bad game could score a date when you weren’t even willing to have tutoring with him. “yeah yeah.”

your friend whisper-yelled, “and they’re from our house!” your eyes immediately widened. “right! they were seen walking around past bedtime by gryffindor’s head boy, mark lee, when he was told to make sure there were no students awake.”

you sat up straight, fully awake, shaking your head. “you think anyone is stupid enough to walk around hogwarts at night?”

“a ravenclaw at that.” your friend shrugged. “mark only saw jaemin’s face and the blue details of the other’s robe, he sucks at lying so.”

“bogus.” you huffed.

“what?” she gave you a teasing smile. “jealous? you like him or something?”

you fake laughed at your friend and discreetly began writing a note before gathering your supplies and dismissing yourself. you scanned the room, walking your way to the man of the hour and slipped the note on the table he sat alone at. you wasted no time dashing out the hall, making sure you didn’t look suspicious since jaemin had eyes on him every second and you seriously did not feel like being mauled right now.

jaemin watched your body disappear through the doors and frowned at how you didn’t bother to speak a single word to him before leaving. he fiddled with the small piece of paper before opening it up, smiling as he read the words.

astronomy tower, same time. don’t be late.

—

jaemin’s body turned around in an instant when he heard the wooden floor of the tower creaking, already showcasing his smirk. “what do we have here?” he questioned your late arrival when you were so persistent on being on time yourself.

you couldn’t respond as you were trying to catch your breath after enduring the dreadful flight of stairs.

jaemin smiled endearingly at your state, walking up to you slowly, “i’ll let it slide because you’re too cute.” he ended his sentence with a small boop on your nose, still keeping his smile on his face. “what's the occasion, we didn’t plan to study? you couldn’t get enough of me, huh.”

finally maintaining a stable breathing pattern, “you wish.”

jaemin chuckled and wiped his nose with his thumb, “you’re right, i do wish that.” the octave of his voice dropped even lower, making your knees weak and your act harder to play. “i’m guessing you heard the rumors.”

you snapped your head up to look at him. “you knew?” he responded silently with a nod. “aren't you friends with that mark guy?” another nod. “if people find out it’s me, i’ll be dead.”

“when people find out it’s you.” he corrected you.

you let out a breathy laugh and he stood so closely to you that the air hit his face, making the front strands of his hair swing back. “you’re funny.”

his smirk dropped and was replaced with a small smile. “i got an ‘a’ on my exam, by the way.”

your mood shifted at his words, the smile on your face was so bright that jaemin believed the moonlight couldn’t even compete against you. when you realize you’ve been smiling for an abnormal amount of time, you cleared your throat and brushed his shoulder with yours as you walked past him toward the metal railings. “good job.” you rested your elbows on the metal and took in the fresh air and the beautiful view from the tower.

jaemin’s footsteps were slow as he made his way behind you, he stood directly behind you with his hands in his pockets. “thanks to you.” he breathed against your hair, making your heart race. “so, what does your heart desire, y/n?”

you. you thought to yourself.

his hands reached over to lean them against the railing, making his chest press against your back. “i can turn down the rumors if that’s what you really want.”

you tried to stabilize your breathing, you wanted nothing more than to crumble into the floor as you felt your face and neck become warmer. “no.” you spat out, wincing silently at yourself for the impulsive decision. clearing your throat, “it’s fine.”

you couldn’t see but jaemin was smiling as he felt your ragged breathing against his chest, and saw how your fingers nervously fiddled with the railing in front of your bodies. wanting to have more fun and test your buttons, he questioned, “why is that?” he lowered his head so his chin was resting on your shoulder, he could feel the heat of your cheeks radiate and you felt the heat from the tip of his ears touch your bare neck.

“just cause. to save you from trouble.” you mumbled.

“and what about my cult?”

“i don’t care anymore.”

“so you don’t care if i-“ he placed a delicate kiss on the side of your neck. “-in front of them?”

your breath audibly hitched at his actions, and you swore he could feel your heart pounding through your back. you could only hummed at him.

he removed his hands off of the railing and wrapped his arms around your waist, securing his hold on you. “i knew it.” he spoke softly right into your ear.

caressing your body, he moved his hands on your sides and maneuvered your body to face him and placed your back against the rusty metal. “i like you too.”

you laughed at the dreamy eyes he’s giving you and the overflowing confidence in his tone of voice. “you sound so sure of yourself.”

he quirked an eyebrow. “are you saying that i’m wrong?”

you purse your lips at him and chose not to answer his question to tease him.

jaemin’s face moved closer to yours, nose brushing against each other and lips gazing one another. “that’s what i thought.” his lips brushed yours as he spoke, and you could feel the butterflies unleash out of their cocoons and soar through your entire body.

you were prepared to let out a snarky remark but you lost your train of thought once you felt his plump lips engulf your soft ones. jaemin’s grip on your hips tightened as he pulled you closer to him while your hands moved up his torso, chest, and landed underneath his jaw. the movements of your lips never ceased as both of you finally grew tired of hiding your feelings toward each other — well mainly your feelings, jaemin wasn’t the most discreet with his.

the sounds of your lips and heavy breathing filled the tower. jaemin pulled away just to kiss the skin around your lips and down your neck, his hands slithered around and found a place on your lower back. you sighed contently at the sensation of his wet lips against the cold skin of your neck.

his kissing gradually came to a stop, he looked up at you with a tired smile and shining eyes. you both admired the view in front of each other before the tinted red boy pulled you into a hug, hand in your hair while yours caressed his broad back.

“i thought of my wish.” you pulled back from the hug to look him in the eye but kept your arms secure around his waist, jaemin copied your moves.

jaemin looked around, pretending to think. “hmm, what could it be?”

you pinched his side slightly, making his addictive giggle erupt out of him. “my heart desires a date.”

jaemin’s smile grew. “no way, me too. how convenient is that!”

you rolled your eyes at his antics, biting a smile.

“and also for you to protect me from your little cult.” jaemin laughed at your words but both of you knew you were being serious.

he nodded and hummed. “whatever your heart desires, i shall grant it.”

you cringed at his language. “gross, don’t do that.” slapping a hand against his chest while laughing. jaemin brought up his left hand to hold yours placed on his chest, grabbing it, caressing it with his thumb, and bringing it up to his lips to gently place a lingering kiss right on the back of your hand.

“whatever your heart desires.”

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