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blitzyn · 1 year ago

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alhaitham x m!reader

Request: well, since requests are open, perhaps I could request an alhaitham X male s/o where s/o has been really stressed lately with school and has been overworking himself. Because of this, alhaitham being the caring boyfriend he is comes to comfort and relax his beloved s/o with sex and aftercare. If possible, pls let alhaitham call his s/o a 'good boy' and just a praise kink in general, tysm!! 💕 — @ezraelo

a/n -> this mf reminds me of my dad so i kinda wrote what I think he'd say if i was in reader's situation tbh. NOT THE SEX THOUGH. anyways pgr fic first then hate sex w/childe next its been decades since I've done him (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠) sigh sometimes i forget i don’t have to write so damn much

wc -> 3.6k

cw -> soft alhaitham (heart eyes pt2), anal fingering, anal sex, praise, not beta read

merry christmas and happy holidays!!

To say you were tired was an understatement—you were exhausted. Stressed. Angry. It felt like everything that could go wrong did go wrong.

First, you accidentally woke up late, was scolded by your teacher when you arrived and made the "perfect" example on what a scholar from the Akademiya should not be. Then you had to study for several hours for a few of your upcoming exams and evaluations—all while having to take some more tests the following week.

And as if that wasn't e-fucking-nough, you had done horribly on one of your essays so now you had to redo it for a better score, on top of needing to start yet another one regarding... Something. You forgot what the prompt was. Honestly, you forgot to do a lot of things. Like eat. Or drink water. Which was something that really didn't help to improve your mood.

You stumbled through the door trying to pry your uniform off, haphazardly tossing your hat to the side. You felt like shit and wanted nothing more than to flop on your bed and stay in there for the rest of your miserable life. But, like the universe was trying to give you the biggest middle finger ever, one of the loops on your clothes got caught on the corner of a counter. While you'd normally just take it off and go on your merry way, you weren't having it today and just yanked yourself forward, tearing the loop and the fabric it was connected to.

Finally making it to your room, you flopped on the bed face-first, muffling the loud groan that came from you. You stayed like that for a moment longer before turning your head, remembering to breathe deeply.

Two knocks came from the door. "You okay?" Your boyfriend, Alhaitham, asked, leaning against the frame as he stared at you.

"You're smart. Figure it out yourself," you muttered bitterly, wincing at the accusatory tone in your voice. You sighed, deciding to face him. "Sorry."

He shrugged, walking to sit on the edge of your shared bed. "What's wrong?" He questioned, his expression unchanging even when he watched your brows furrow in irritation.

"It's just... Ugh," you grumbled, rolling your eyes childishly. "Just a bad week. It feels like everything's going against me." You rolled onto your back, arms and legs sprawled out like a starfish. "I don't think I can catch up."

"You're in the Akademiya," Alhaitham said, giving you a look that made it seem like he didn't know why you were complaining. "Obviously it's going to be hard for you."

"'For you,'" you repeated, glaring at nothing in particular, but it was getting increasingly evident that you were beginning to direct your anger towards him. "Of course you don't get it. You've been smart your whole life."

He was quiet for a moment, letting you try to calm yourself before speaking again. "Don't sell yourself short like that. It's unhealthy."

You huffed. "It's not selling myself short if it's actually true." You pressed your palms against your eyes until you saw faint fireworks coloring the darkness. "I have to redo an essay because apparently it didn't go with damn prompt. Then I have to do another one, and I don't even know where to start, and—" you listed off your problems, your voice getting higher in pitch until you were on the verge of shedding tears, overwhelmed with the sheer amount of work you accidentally accumulated.

"Hey," he interrupted you, leaning to place a hand on your thigh. "Calm down." He gave you an unimpressed look when you snapped your mouth open to retort, watching you begrudgingly close it in defeat. "Breathe. You're getting worked up over things you can change."

But when you could hardly focus on utilizing the breathing techniques he taught you, he decided to take a different approach. "Let's have sex, then."

"What? Why? 'Cause of the post-nut clarity?" You sighed, rubbing your temple to stave off the impending headache after staring at him incredulously. Damn. Sometimes you forget how straightforward he could be.

Alhaitham gave you a look. It was deadpan—because when was it not?—but you could still sense the slightest bit of confusion. "If that's how you want to word it, yes," he said, before elaborating. "Sex can also help you relax and improve your immune system."

He quickly looked you up and down, and despite not saying anything, you knew what he was trying to imply. You looked like a mess.

"It can also help improve your quality of sleep," he added, crossing his arms against his chest. "It has a few other benefits than just feeling good, you know." He watched you ponder his suggestion, chewing on your lip absentmindedly before giving in with a sigh.

"Fine. But you're doing all the work," you said, propping yourself up on your elbows to look at him better.

"That was the plan." The corners of his lips quirked up in a brief, subtle smirk as he leaned to place his hands on your shoulders to gently push you back down. "Just relax."

He continued when you nodded, running his hands along your body, gently caressing every curve and contour of your frame. An eyebrow raised in question when he felt the torn patch in your clothes but decided against mentioning it as he guided you out of your suffocating uniform with practiced ease. Already, you seemed a bit calmer than earlier, giving yourself a well-deserved stretch that made you remind him of a cat.

You felt the tension beginning to seep out of your body with every article of clothing that was carelessly tossed to the floor, reaching your hands out to tug him closer. He obliged without hesitation, sighing in satisfaction when he melded his lips with yours. His hands slid below your underclothes, snaking them upwards until they found your chest. He tweaked and pinched your nipples as he moved his way downwards, placing kisses along your jawline and neck.

You softly moaned, brushing your fingers through his hair that had him leaning into your hand. He removed your shirt, trailing appreciative kisses down your sternum. A hand made its way down your front toward your pants, slipping a hand inside to wrap his fingers around your flaccid dick. Your breath hitched, instinctively widening your legs to give him better access, much to his pleasure.

He was gentle; his hands were soft and careful, and neither of you were in a rush. You felt your eyes flutter shut as your lips parted with every quiet gasp and sigh that left you, and he couldn't help but stare.

It annoyed him how little you thought of yourself when he could clearly see you as something more. Sure, it irked him how you complained about things that could easily be changed if you put your effort into it, but you were also right. He always had it academically easy and often found it hard to connect with others or understand their problems on a level that wasn't with you. He was well aware of this issue, knowing that it often hindered his ability to comfort, and—for the first time in how long?—it frustrated him.

Even if he had no idea how to properly soften his words around you or to consistently change his facial expressions, he always showed he cared by spending time with you, teaching you new things, or helping you understand foreign concepts. But even then, he was willing to try to tell you that you were more than what those pompous Akademiya professors reduced you to, that you were better than what you said you were.

"Look at me," he said, his voice soft and smooth, coaxing your pretty eyes open. He slipped his hands out of your shirt and cupped your cheeks tenderly, ensuring your focus on him. "It doesn't matter what everyone says about you when they don't understand that you have strengths that rest beyond the traditional Akademiya expectations."

"But that doesn't—"

He gave you yet another stern look, to which you quieted down with a huff. "It's okay to struggle. Everyone does at some point. Even those professors found something difficult before they became what they are. But you know what they did?"

He paused, gauging your reaction. He was aware that what he was saying probably didn't make you feel better or make the most sense, but he hoped that you could feel the sincerity in his voice. "They took a step back, took a deep breath, and figured out what they were doing wrong. They didn't do that overnight or by working themselves to the bone. That's what you need to acknowledge."

"But all my other colleagues are doing fine, and I'm the only one struggling..." You appreciated his words, truly, but they did little to quell your worries.

"Are you? How do you know that for sure?" He countered, sliding his hands down to caress your hips. He watched you pursed your lips, squirming slightly under his gaze. "Point is, you shouldn't try to compare yourself to everyone around you and overwork yourself because that only leads to bad work and a bigger hole for you to climb out of. You have everything else to be proud of—not just your academic qualities. Understand? Besides, you made it into the Akademiya. That's something very few people can do in the first place."

You looked away with a frown, but you nodded softly. Even though it sucked knowing that you weren't the best, he did have a point. Wallowing in your own failure did nothing to better yourself, as much as you hated to admit it.

"Thanks," you muttered, sniffling a little. His thumbs swiped underneath your eyes, clearing away any of the tears that happened to escape you.

"Don't let them define you. Define yourself," he said finally, leaning back down to kiss you again. It was soft, tender, unhurried, like he wanted you to feel every ounce of affection he harbored for you. He pulled away slightly, resting his forehead against yours. "Do you still want to do this?"

You nodded again, giving him a quick peck to the lips before wrapping your arms around his shoulders. "Mhm. I really need those benefits." Plus, you didn't favor being horny and sad.

Your lips curved in a smug grin when you saw his own quirk upwards in amusement, but he didn't comment on it. He sat up to tug your pants and underwear down, revealing your semi-hard cock. You shivered instinctively but kept your focus on him, waiting in anticipation for him to continue.

He leaned over to grab a bottle of lube from your nightstand, squeezing a generous amount on his fingers before pressing one into your hole. You sighed, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. He only offered a few pumps of his hand before adding a second one in, gently spreading them apart in a scissoring motion.

He wrapped his free hand around your cock, slowly jerking you off. He rubbed his thumb over the tip to smear the precum across your skin as wet sounds gradually filled the room. You noticed his eyes locked on your face and the expressions you wore, committing them to memory. He added a third finger for good measure, feeling you tense reflexively before relaxing just as fast.

"You're doing so good, [Name]," he praised, his voice low. He curled his fingers, pressing them against your prostate. He could feel his cock twitch in his pants at the sound of your moan, straining against the fabric. "I'm almost done. Then we can start."

You nodded, inhaling sharply through your nose when he began targeting the sensitive spot inside you. You could practically feel every surge of heat shoot up and down your spine, ending at your fingertips. Alhaitham could feel it too, every time your cock throbbed in his hold.

Your body felt warm and tingly when he moved both hands away from your body, wiping them off using a few tissues atop your nightstand. He grabbed the lube again and poured some on his palm to coat his cock, using his free hand to spread one of your thighs a bit wider. He peered up through his lashes, subtly raising an eyebrow in question. He continued as soon as you nodded, slowly pushing himself inside you.

You both let out a satisfied groan as he filled you, grasping onto his wrists as he held onto your hips.

"Fuck," he hissed, pushing further until he bottomed out completely. "You're such a good boy. You're taking me in so well." He perked up in attention when he felt you tighten at his words, noting how your eyes fluttered shut like you were savoring them. He wasn't overly aware of this newfound information, but maybe you had accidentally brought it to his attention now that you're stressed?

Either way, he didn’t comment on it, instead deciding to continue. “You feel so good, [Name]," he praised, leaning down to press his lips against the skin underneath your earlobe. You could feel the low rumble of his voice vibrating in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. He let you take a moment to adjust to him before moving, gently thrusting his hips.

You noticed him moving away again as you opened your eyes, finding yourself enamored with the way his muscles flexed in every movement of his. Soft gasps and moans left your lips when you looked up, instantly noticing his gaze on you.

“Stop staring at me,” you mumbled shyly, squirming a bit. It wasn’t that you hated having him look at you—frankly, that’s all you longed for sometimes, it’s just that what you did hit you. Being as vulnerable as you were wasn’t something you preferred, even when Alhaitham didn’t berate you for it.

“You were staring at me, first,” he countered swiftly, and you could hear the rare undertone of his amusement in his voice. It was your favorite sound. “Besides, what’s the harm in looking at the most handsome man in Sumeru?” His monotony nearly made his words laughable, but you could see that he was genuinely trying. Knowing that sent butterflies in your stomach all over again.

You looked away, effectively flustered with all his attention. “It’s embarrassing…”

“Only because you make it embarrassing,” he said, sliding a hand upwards to toy with one of your nipples. He subtly shifted his hips, angling them so that his cock better pressed against your prostate. He watched you intently when you let out a throaty moan, feeling his dick throb inside you.

You reflexively clenched your thighs tighter against his hips, sinking your teeth into your lower lip. You snaked a hand down to your leaking cock, wrapping your fingers around the base to give it a squeeze. “You can go faster,” you muttered, looking down to watch the way he slid in and out of you.

He nodded with a quiet hum, adjusting his grip on your waist to shift the weight on his knees to sacrifice his slower, deeper thrusts for quick and shallow ones. Moaning, you jerked yourself off in time with his movements, unable to tear your gaze away from him, even for a moment. Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration as you brought your free hand up to bring him closer to you by the back of his head. You kissed him needily and fervently, letting out noises that mixed in with the wet sounds that came from your hole. Your body rocked gently, listening intently to the rustling of your bedsheets and Alhaitham’s deep, husky breaths.

Suddenly, he lifted a hand up to place over your abdomen, lightly pushing down on it just as he buried himself balls deep inside you. He paused for a moment, sighing as he watched you squirm at the sudden stop before continuing, feeling himself move in and out of you. You could feel the heat in your belly intensifying with every thrust to your prostate, back arching, legs tightening around his waist.

“Fuck, I’m…” you panted, clenching tighter around his cock. “I’m so close, ‘Haitham.”

“I know. I can feel you,” he said, gently moving your hand away from your leaking cock to wrap his fingers around it. Quiet slaps mixed in with your soft noises and his breathy grunts as he fucked you a bit harder, eyes fixated on the blissful expression on in your face. His dick throbbed inside you as he eagerly chased after his own orgasm, leaning down to press his lips to your jaw, kissing up towards your ear.

“C’mon, [Name], cum for me,” he whispered, sending yet another wave of heat shoot up and down your spine. You could hardly stop the stream of moans that spilled from your lips as he focused on the tip of your cock, rubbing his thumb on the sensitive spot just below it, as if trying to coax out your cum.

“Oh god,” your voice was strained as you felt the coil in your stomach tighten to an unbearable degree, trying to hold out just a little longer. “F—Fuck! Alhaitham!” You moaned in ecstasy when you finally came, squeezing your eyes tightly shut. You tensed and trembled as your dick spurt cum on your stomach and his fingers as he helped you ride out your high.

“You’re so beautiful when you orgasm,” he groaned, his thrusts beginning to lose rhythm as he neared his own climax. He dug his fingers into your waist tighter, muttering praises into your ear when you began squirming at the discomfort of your overstimulation. It didn’t take much longer for him to finish as he stilled, gritting his teeth when he quickly pulled out to stroke himself to completion. He sighed in satisfaction when his orgasm subsided, leaving your abdomen coated in ropes of his cum.

“Wh—Why did you pull out?” You panted, wiping a bead of sweat off of your forehead.

“Isn’t it annoying to clean up afterward? You're always complaining about it whenever we have sex,” he questioned after a moment, taking a second to bask in the afterglow before getting up to reach for a tissue to clean your skin. He put his pants back on, gathering your clothes to put them in a laundry basket.

You shrugged. “I mean, sometimes. But I’m gonna take a bath either way.” You blinked in confusion when you saw him quirk a brow, fidgeting a bit when he didn’t stop staring at you.

“No. You’re going to sit and wait here while I make you something to eat, first,” he instructed, leaving no room for negotiation. “Afterwards, you’re going to go to sleep. Then you can take a bath when you wake up.”

As if on cue, your stomach growled audibly, quickly reminding you that you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. "But then I'm gonna be all sticky and gross when I eat," you said, knowing how much he disliked having dirty bedsheets for too long. It surprised you when he shrugged, leaning against the doorframe as he waited for you to decide.

"If you want to take a bath first, then I'll help you," he offered. You swiftly nodded, wanting to eat clean and comfortably. He nodded and told you to wait for a moment as he prepared the water for you, leaving you by yourself for a while until he returned. The two of you walked into the bathroom where a bathtub of warm water awaited you. But just as you raised your leg to enter, a sudden wave of dizziness overcame you. Luckily, Alhaitham was there to keep you from falling with a firm hand on your arm, carefully helping you into the water.

"Are you okay?" He asked, his eyes darting across your face for any sign of distress. He relaxed upon seeing nothing but waited for your response for further confirmation.

"Yeah. It's just something that happens when I get too hungry, y'know?" You explained sheepishly, splashing some of the water onto your arms and back.

"No, I don't know." He ignored the way you rolled your eyes. "I'll be right back, then."

You hummed to yourself, not minding his absence as you savored the warmth surrounding you, resting your head against the edge of the tub. You nearly fell asleep in the time it took for Alhaitham to return, jumping in surprise at the sound of his voice.

"Hey," he spoke, returning to your side with a bowl in his hand. "Eat this for now."

He kneeled down, bringing the bowl close enough to let you reach in and take whatever was inside. They were fruits, you saw as you happily grabbed one, tossing it into your mouth. You had to stop yourself from grabbing a handful and eating it all in one go, forcing yourself to appreciate every bite. You noticed him shifting behind you, leaning forward instinctively when he began cleaning your back with a small, wet towel.

The two of you basked in the comforting silence for a while as you let him take care of you until you turned your head to face him. "I love you," you said with a little grin.

"I know," he replied, putting the bowl onto the floor.

"Say it back." You pouted, but you knew he was only teasing.

His mouth quirked up in a faint smile, leaning forward to give you a quick peck on your lips. "I love you too."

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amphitriteswife · 5 months ago

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Jay Jo dating hc’s

🚲 Just like with Shelly, Jay will seem uninterested and unimpressed at first. Often being either blunt or not responding. He would rather stay in his studies or ride his bike.

🚲 Unlike vinny, he is not a romantic. He would be straight and matter of factly. He doesn’t see a point in beating around the bush. If he likes you he will say it straight up, but not without contemplating and badly slept nights as well as a lot of advice from Dom and Minu. Maybe even Vinny to keep him down to earth.

🚲 If you are dating Jay you need a lot of patience. His parents are strict and would not approve of a relationship, especially his mother who thinks it will be a distraction and that Jay should focus on studies instead. This would cause things to be like a mood swing.

🚲 If Jay would once again have a fight with his mom or his mom telling him to not come back home for the night he would probably go to your place. He wouldn’t want to talk about it. He’d rather spent his doing something else than talk about his problems.

🚲 ‘babe i fell down the stairs today. It was really funny.’ ‘How’s that funny.’ ‘My friend asked me why i started lying down. Some ppl saw me fall.’ ‘Oh.’ ‘Babe you’re being dry again. Dryer than the desert. You need water.’ ‘Don’t pour water on me again please.’

🚲 he’s more of a listener. So if you yap a lot he wouldn’t mind. He listens and remembers very well. He is pretty dry with responses to he’ll let you do most of the talking, but if you give him a chance to also talk about his things he’ll get a little but flustered because he’ll feel like he’ll be put on the spot

🚲 He would let you ride his bike if you can ride one, if you can’t he’ll teach you. He’s a very stoic teacher, but he’ll make sure you don’t fall, he would hate to see you get hurt. He will let you ride his bike if you asks very nicely.

🚲 Sometimes he’ll cycle you home if he doesn’t have any tournaments or races. You can hop on behind and if you have school bag he’ll carry it for you. If you’re scared to go on the bike he doesn’t mind walking you home either. He’ll just walk with the bike in his hands.

🚲 He would probably like study dates a lot, it means he can spend time with you and do his studies. Maybe the two of you can help each other in different subjects and getting to know each other’s interests along with it.

🚲 ‘what would you do if you caught me eating bugs?’ ‘Why would you eat bugs?’ ‘I don’t know, but if i did. Would you break up with me?’ ‘Probably. I will not be with a bug muncher.’

🚲 If he’s staying over at your place, expect that he assumes its just a sleep over. It’s quite literally too. He’ll be in bed on time and sleeping. Even if he wants to be ‘rebellious’ it’s in his mind and soul that he sleeps on time and gets enough rest.

🚲 If he reads any good books he’ll recommend them to you so that he has someone to discuss the book with, especially if he has to read the book for school. That way he can prepare for the test and bond with you.

🚲 He would want you to get along with his friends. Minu and Dom aren’t super difficult to get along with and would probably tease Jay for having a girlfriend since he was so ‘uninterested’ in girls. Vinny wouldn’t really care and Yuna and Mia would get along with you very well , perhaps even make you their trio

🚲 if you’re a foreigner he’ll guide you trough some basic Korean things like the food, clothes, manners, language. Anything you want. In return he would like to know about your home country and culture as well. He likes the fact that the two of you are so different yet can like each for that same reason at the same time

🚲 Jay actually doesn’t talk a lot in general, so it also means he doesn’t talk much about himself. This means that most of the things he likes or dislikes can be noticed by his expression or body language. If you for example pick up that he’s uncomfortable and help him in the situation it will make him smile a bit out of graduate for you. He isn’t used to others picking up on his demeanor, especially since he’s considered a cold person

🚲 ‘jay! Are you available today?’ ‘Only until 7. Then i have to be home and study.’ ‘Didn’t you leave your mom’s house again?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘Where will you stay.’ ‘With you.’ ‘Oh? Well we can invite Dom and Minu too! Maybe even Vinny. Do you think he’ll come?’ ‘If you have food then probably yes.’

That’s all yall (I’m still not finished reading)

#windbreaker #windbreaker manhwa #manhwa #webtoon #windbreaker webtoon #jay jo x reader #jay jo #windbreaker jay #jahyun jo #wind breaker #windbreaker x reader

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knight-dwx-09 · 6 months ago

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First Player

1. New Admin

After hours of thinking, Jaune was debating between Trivia Vanilla, Pyrrha Nikos, and Ruby Rose. Why those three? To be honest, he just chose random since the floating words won’t help him at all. And finally, he had chosen one.

Jaune: Okay, first option have never failed me before so I choose Ruby Rose.

[Picking Ruby Rose]

[Waiting for the user to reply…]

The only thing Jaune could do at that moment was sitting on his bed and wait when he noticed from the window that it was already very dark.

Jaune: Hmmm, should I go to sleep? I don’t even know if this person is awake or not.

[Congratulations]

[Player: “Ruby Rose” had accepted to become your first Player]

Jaune: YES!

A blue screen appeared with a name in front of him, giving some detail to the person he chose.

Name: Ruby Rose

Title: Red Riding Hood

Gender: Female

Age: 4

Race: Human (Silver-Eyed Warrior)

Level: 5

HP: 250

MP: (Locked)

AP: (Locked)

STR: 6

VIT: 3

DEX: 13

INT: 9

WIS: 7

CHA: 10

LUK: 120

Jaune: Oh wow, she is really young. I wonder how she react to a blue screen show up in her face, asking her to become a player.

As he read the detail of her information, he saw something that catch his eyes.

Jaune: Silver-eyed warrior? What is that?

[System level is too low to provide the answer]

Jaune: Come on! Aren’t you supposed to help me to become a hero?

[System could only help the Developer within its authority at the moment. Trying to give aids beyond of the current capability are impossible]

Jaune: Fine… but can you at least call me Jaune instead of Developer?

[Of course Jaune]

He smiled a bit after it listen to his request as he continue reading Ruby Rose’s information. he know what the number and stat represent, he didn’t being called a gamer master by her family for nothing.

Jaune: Wait, if I can see her stat, could I see my?

[Correct]

Jaune: Then I want to see it.

A screen with his name materialize in the thin air.

Name: Jaune Arc

Title: Coward Hero (Jaune: Hey!), The Admin

Age: 7

Race: Human

HP: 520

MP: 100

AP: 3600

STR: 23

VIT: 30

DEX: 17

INT: 3 (Jaune: COME ON!)

WIS: 5

CHA: 5 (Jaune:… I hate you…)

LUK: 1 (Locked) (Jaune: *Sulking*)

[Point System: 47]

Jaune: why most of my stat are so low compared to Ruby?

[Because Jaune love to sleep through the class, read comic book in most of the free time, and have a very low-self esteem]

Jaune: No I don’t!

[…]

Jaune: It just my family and people around me are much better than me…

[…]

Jaune: And the class are so boring, why should I learn about math when I can use my brain to become a hero!

[…]

Jaune: Fine… I may have low self esteem and don’t like studied…

[Wisdom has increased by 1]

Jaune: Jerk

[Realizing one’s flaw is a great first step to reaching one’s desired]

Jaune: You are still a jerk

[System level up!]

Jaune: Huh? Already? Does that mean you could finally answer me some of my questions like what is a silver-eyed warrior?

[System level is too low to provide the answer]

Then something snap in him as he let out a loud scream the revert throughout the household of Arc.

Somewhere

A young rose in his beowolf onesie slam open her bedroom door with a loud noise, scaring Tai Xiao Long as he jumped in his chair.

Ruby: Dad! There’s blue screen floating in the air!

Tai head snap toward his second sweet daughter, Summer’s cookies in hand as he was about to eat it but stop like a deer caught in headlights.

Tai: Huh… Where?

Ruby: Right there! It is saying that I have become the first Gamer! It’s like the RPG game I player this morning!

Tai just stares at the empty air where Ruby was pointing for a moment, then to her sparkling eyes, and back to the cookies in his hold as Yang, in her pajamas, come out of her room while rubbing her tired eyes.

Tai: Just what did Summer put in this cookies?

#rwby #jaune arc #rwby jaune #gamer #Developer_AU #ruby rose #rwby ruby #tai xiao long

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shalomniscient · 1 year ago

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hihi sev! i adore ur work sm oml can i req an enemies to lovers with zoya? :D (pretty basic im sorry auahag)

but imagine, reader in a rival gang or maybe she’s a salva doctor. but either way they DESPISE each other. a heated battle or argument eventually blooms into sexual tension?? (i’m so bad at wording this i apologize)

OH ANON I HAVE IDEAS (or well. one idea specifically BUT I CAN WAFFLE) FOR THIS ONE 👀👀👀

what is this feeling? || zoya x reader

cw. petnames (princess), sexual tension (?)

notes. yeah this is based on that wicked song. also made this sft sorry anon 😔😔😔 also i went with salva doctor because if you were a rival gang leader, well. i think zoya would simply just kill you fhskskdjjs i hope this fits ur expectations anon

You always knew following your sister to Syndicate was going to be difficult. The people would always distrust you, and with good reason. Eastside has brought them nothing but pain and suffering, so why should they trust two doctors from there? For a while, SALVA was mostly empty, but soon enough, through word and action the unofficial hospital's reputation improved, and more and more people flocked to its doors—including gang members. Your sister had simply shrugged when you asked her about it.

"It's good that they're starting to trust us," she'd said over a bowl of instant noodles. "Even the gang members. At least, when they turn into Corruptors, I can use them to study Mania."

And that had been the end of that conversation. And she'd mostly been right about trust in SALVA spreading, though with one notable exception: the Commander of the Legion, Zoya. Ever since first showing up to the hospital, Zoya has never let herself be treated within SALVA. She lets her subordinates be treated, but avoids it herself. Which you wouldn't much care about, if she weren't so irritating.

She is, truly, insufferable. You'd rather deal with one of those Yagyu or Red Falcon pricks—at least they have the sense to shut up and follow your orders so you can treat them properly.

Zoya, on the other hand, simply refuses to even acknowledge the absolutely horrendous gash on her arm, as if it would simply disappear if she continues to act nonchalantly as she stands against the wall of the emergency room, a watchful eye on your nurses and assistants as they patch up her subordinates. She also has a particular habit of calling you everything but your title or your name.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and exhale a long-suffering sigh. "Can you sit down so I can actually stitch you up?"

Zoya offers you a look from down her nose, and you hate how ridiculously tall she is. Really, what the hell did she eat growing up to become that absurdly tall?

"I'll pass, princess," she hums, and you grit your teeth.

"It's doctor," you snap. "And it wasn't a request."

Zoya rolls her eyes. "And I told you already, princess. I'm fine, I don't need your help."

"You are bleeding all over my ER walls, for fuck's sake."

"Tragic," the gang leader drawls, and you swear your jaw creaks from how hard you're clenching it. With a snarl, you spin on your heel and stomp towards a nearby tray of equipment, grab some gauze, saline, thread and a needle before marching right back. Zoya arches a brow, then makes a sharp hissing noise as you unceremoniously pour out the saline onto the gash on her arm.

"What the hell?" she growls, moving to step away from the wall, before you grab her wrist and her eyes narrow. She stills, but not in agreement. No, this is the stillness of a predator before it pounces on its prey. You swallow despite the thick atmosphere, and just your chin out, meeting her dangerous gaze with as much stubbornness as you can muster.

"I am going to treat you," you say firmly, "whether you like it or not."

You think Zoya might’ve killed you right then and there, were it not for the jovial laughter of some of her legionnaires. One of them, a large, burly man with two nurses trying to wrap his bicep with a bandage, places a hand on his knee and chuckles.

“The pipsqueak has fire to her, eh Boss?” he says, and your brow twitches. Are members of the Legion simply allergic to referring to people other than their Commander by their proper titles? “Just siddown and let her patch you up. It ain’t fair that we get to feel better while our Boss isn’t in tip-top shape, ain’t it fellas?”

The other legionnaires in the room yell their agreement, and you would’ve had a headache from the sheer disorder in your ER room right now, but finally seeing Zoya’s stone facade crack and the slightest hint of a genuine smile bloom across her face made it all well worth it. She crosses her arms, then sighs.

“Fine,” she acquiesces, then turns to you. “But make it quick, princess.”

You scoff. “Don’t worry. I don’t plan on spending that much time on you either.”

Zoya snorts, then strides over to an empty hospital bed, and plops herself onto it. She braces her injured arm palm down on the bed, extending it so you can stitch it properly while you pull the privacy curtain around the bed. You chance a glance at her face while she’s focused on looking at her wound, and though she has an excellent stone face, you notice the slightest furrow in her brow—so the legendary Legion Commander can feel pain, after all.

You grab a stool and sit by the edge of the bed, then get to work. Zoya barely reacts beyond the slightest twitch of a muscle in her jaw as you continue cleaning the wound with saline. You can feel her gaze on you as you wipe the wound down with gauze, then start the first few stitches.

“Why are you doing this?” she asks, after a while. “Here, in Syndicate? This isn’t a place for pretty little things like you.”

Despite the harshness of the question, there is no malice in her voice. It is simply a question, one she’s right to ask. You don’t stop your stitching as you reply.

“I’m helping my sister.”

Zoya’s palm shifts on the bed, causing the muscles in her arm to flex. You pause, waiting for her to still again so you can stitch properly. “That’s all? So Syndicate’s a little family project to you?”

“Stop moving,” you growl. “And no, it isn’t. I’m helping my sister, but I’m also helping people like you who delight in making my life difficult.”

Zoya scoffs at that, fingers digging into the thin linen sheets of the bed. You can feel her gaze turn into a glare, but you don’t care. Zoya’s never liked you, anyway. She respects your sister—and yeah, you get that. Iron is just like what she’s named after. She’s solid, reliable, and won’t bend or break under intense pressure.

You’re… well, you’re just you.

You close your eyes and shake those thoughts away. Now is not the time.

“Syndicate deserves doctors who are here out of their own convictions,” Zoya sneers, her hand suddenly reaching to grab you by the collar of your white coat and pulling you close, “because at least then they won’t run at the first sign of trouble. Pretty little things like you who aren’t strong enough to blaze their own path should stay in Eastside.”

You meet her cold gaze with your own, your hand squeezing her wrist. It would do nothing to her, you know this, but there’s no way in hell you’re going to cower to her. She could kill you, but you won’t let her win.

“Am I going to have to pin you down, or are you finally going to behave?” you say, your voice frigid, icy compared to Zoya’s fire. And you see it flare in her eyes as she looks into your eyes, as if searching for something.

This close, you can truly look at her. And though you hate to admit it, she’s… attractive. A sharp jaw, defined cheekbones and that silky-looking silver hair that frames her sharp, wolfish eyes. Maybe under different circumstances, the rush of your heart in your chest might’ve been from butterflies and not pure loathing.

Then, of all things, Zoya’s eyes flick lower to your lips, and your breath stutters in your lungs. Her grip on your collar slackens, but for some reason, you don’t draw back—you can feel her warm breath fanning across your lips, and she leans closer, her eyes narrowed in something you can’t quite place but God, does it make your blood sing in your veins. Her lips brush yours and then—

“Doctor?”

Both of you spring apart as if you’d been burned. Zoya releases her collar and looks away from you, while you clear your throat and do your best to slow down your racing heart.

“Yes, nurse?”

“The legionnaires are all patched up,” she reports. “They’re ready to go. Will you be much longer?”

“No,” you answer quickly, going back to sewing Zoya’s wound, but this time twice as fast as before. She pointedly doesn’t look at you the whole time, but her fingers are curled tightly in the sheets. You wrap up in record time, then gather all the used material and dump them in a nearby biohazard bin.

Zoya stands from the bed, and glances at your handiwork on her arm. Her face remains impassive, but she looks it over without complaint, then slings her jacket over her shoulders again. She reaches for the curtain, but before she slides it open, she offers you a glance. Her eyes are stormy with a mix of emotions you can’t quite identify, with an underlying darkness that makes your pulse jump.

“Thanks,” is all she says, before she steps out of the private bed area, leaving you alone, and you lean against the bed, sucking in a breath and running a hand through your hair.

Fuck, she’ll be the death of you one day.

#sev.responses #sev.writes #ptn #zoya x reader #zoya

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Why Wait?

John Price x fem!reader

Authors note: I’m so sorry this took so long. I rewrote it twice because I just hated the way things sounded and then couldn’t stop editing it. But I feel much more confident with this version I hope you like it :)

Warning: Sexual content, swearing, domestic arguments, family arguments, slut shaming, sexual shaming, illusions of depression, toxic family, toxic mother in law, weddings, mentions of pregnancy, poorly edited.

Anon Request: Have you ever thought about writing their wedding? I think Mr and Mrs Price eloped on a whim but got married AGAIN because they felt their families should be involved

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“You have never been more cruel to me Johnathan!” John Price’s mom was in hysterics as she sat at the kitchen table he had eaten at almost every night growing up.

The rectangular room was mainly consumed by the kitchen that was impeccably organized leaving a small space adjacent for a long kitchen table that barely fit. Since the house John grew up in was so small they had no dinning room, leaving this small space the central hub for the large Price family. The only time John didn’t eat at this table was when he was sent to bed without dinner as a punishment and the last time that happened was when he joined the military at 16.

The history of this table mattered; holding the secrets of late night study sessions, university accept letters, difficult talk about money being tight, filling out job application, and it was where John sighed up for the military. Or ‘signed his life away.’ his mother liked to say. She also happened to say the same thing when John told her you two were engaged.

“Mum, it’s what we wanted to d-“

“Its as if you want me in an early grave! Whats the family going to think!” Mary blew her nose in the blue handkerchief John’s dad had handed her.

John’s dad was standing on the opposite side of the kitchen now. He had slowly been inching towards the doorway as soon as his wife began crying. Paul was a man of few words and much preferred solitude than the antics his family usually wound up in.

Paul Patrick Price was a simple man of ethics and morals. Working three jobs at a time to support his large family. Going without, never fazed the stoic man as long as his family was provided for.

Paul was 6’3 and ‘made of steel’ his wife liked to say. John got his muscular build from his father but his height took a hit due to his mothers short stature; not saying 6’2 is short. John was the spitting image of his father and Harrison his oldest brother wasn’t too far off either; the pair of them standing at the same height. Paul was clean shaven and had a high and tight under his baseball cap that he wore everyday.

He loved you dearly. Saying you were the only one who never stirred up trouble; only helped quell it. Being an archeologist also had him on your side since he was a lover of history and an intelligent man himself. You invited him to your work once and he fell in love with your job. Telling you if he could do it all over he would’ve perused your same career. His enthusiasm had you bringing him back little trinkets from digs that he cherished. It influenced John to do the same on his tours across the globe.

“Mum that’s a bit dramatic.” Harrison, John’s oldest brother chimed from the living room. The football match was on as his siblings and their significant others pretend to watch it, they were really eavesdropping.

“See what I mean!” She half shrieked. That was Paul’s queue to dip out of the room.

John’s mother had just found out the news that you two had eloped before the wedding which was the following day.

It was planned to keep it to yourselves but word got out when your dad accidentally sent the wrong Mary a private message about it on Facebook late last night. John thought back to you on the phone with your father and making it clear that no one should know. You made an exception telling him because he was your only real family and you knew he’d be happy for you. You told him he could tell his girlfriend who was also named Mary which is where the problem arose.

The elopement was a spur of the moment decision you made last Saturday. You woke up with a barrage of voicemails and missed calls from Johns mother about the flower arrangements falling through. To Mary it was a world ending event but to you it was just more added stress.

If it was up to you a grand wedding wouldn’t be your choice but John insisted it was necessary. He was the last to get married and each of his siblings had a huge wedding at their mothers request or more her demand. John knew his mother would lose her mind if you didn’t have a large wedding and reception. He did not like to admit it but he was quite intimidated by the 5’2 woman.

John kept pestering you that morning on why you were being moody. That was his thing not yours. You finally broke and paced back and forth in front of him as he sat on the couch in your cramped flat. You vented for almost an hour about the wedding and how his mother was going to be the death of you. It almost devolved into you being upset with him for not keeping her at bay but he thanked his lucky stars it didn’t.

~~~

“Why wait? We can get married today.” John smiled at the idea.

“Wouldn’t it be amazing to end today as husband and wife?” He tacked on for good measure. You two had already filled out so much paper work a month ago he was ready to make you his wife.

“What?” You stopped your pacing. Turning to him with a skeptical look on your face. You were in black cotton shorts and a stained t-shirt with a hole in the armpit. Hair tossed in a messy bun and un-showered, wild eyed, you were breaking out form the stress. You knew you didn’t look cute. How the hell could he want to marry you in this state? You couldn’t form words but just stared at him dumbly.

“It’s clearly stressing you out and Sarah has been bugging me constantly to be more involved with the planning. Why don’t we just do it today?” The look in John’s ocean eyes was of pure love as he gave you that handsome smirk you loved so much.

It was as if you two were living in two separate worlds. Yours consisted of stress, uncertainty, and the looming thought that your wedding dress might not fit for some reason. John’s world was wistful as he waited to marry the woman of his dreams and sweep you off on a romantic honeymoon. The gender roles were in full swing and you wanted nothing more than to release the expectations the world had thrust upon you.

“I don’t have anything to wear. Also, isn’t eloping here hard?” You stated simply. John snorted a laugh. He found it so endearing how not having an outfit was your only objection. That’s when he knew he’d made a mistake pushing this whole grand wedding idea.

“Let’s get you something then. I’ll still wear my uniform. We’ve given notice last month so why wait!” John stood as he spoke. His shoulders flexed, the muscles rippling down his bare chest; grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips revealing the dusting of auburn hair below his naval. His hand took yours, the other falling to your hip. He started to move you along to a silent beat as he swayed and danced with you playfully.

“Really?” You asked as he pushed your hip out and spun you. Pulling you back a little quicker than expected so you fell forward into his hairy chest. Strong arms wrapping around you as John’s bearded face buried itself in your hair.

“No one needs to know.” He said in a low tone.

“John, you seriously want to do this?” You grabbed his shoulders, taking a step back and looking up at him seriously. The idea had you out of breath and hoping.

“I just want to be married to you already.” His hands were on your hips as he pulled you flush against him. His features were soft and for once he was the one giving you doe eyes.

“God, I love you so much John!” You squealed. The beating of your heart so loud he might be able to hear it. Somehow this man always seemed to see you for everything you were and loved you in the ways you didn’t know you deserved.

“I love you too, Mrs. Soon To Be Price.” He sealed his words with a kiss.

~~~

“You may kiss the bride.” The officiants voice sounds bored as you and John stared at each other. The gaze John Price gave you had your heart in vice grip. He looked at your with such soft loving features, looking as young as the day you met him. The grit and pain he carried around undetectable. You’d never known love could feel this overwhelming, this pure, and simple.

“I’m going to kiss you.” John said in a whisper as if you weren’t expecting him to. You breathed out a short laugh and spoke without thinking.

“You better.” The unexpected words had your seconds away husband smiling nervously as he leaned in and captured your plump and soft lips with his. It was a kiss like no other. Your first kiss didn’t compare to the way your skin lit like wildfire and your heart beat out of your chest to only suddenly pause as you realized you were now married. The feeling of John’s lips sealing your fate as his wife who would love him to he ends of the earth. And for him he’d go to war to keep you safe. Nothing on this earth could stop him from getting home to you and he knew that and hoped you did too.

“You are now husband and wife.” The bored officiate said all to unenthusiastically. Lightly clapping his hands as he shuffled the paper work together.

“This is so much better than a big wedding.” you snorted getting a wide eyed expression from the man who just sighed as your witness. Most women didn’t feel the same way. You couldn’t stop giggling uncontrollably at how happy you were. It was a relief to have this intimate moment not in front of a crowd. It was something private that you would cherish forever and so would John. Seeing your face lit up in pure happiness to have just married such a flawed man as himself. John didn’t understand why you chose him but now he knew you didn’t have a single regret about it.

“Thanks, mate.” John was giddy as a school boy as he pulled the necessary paper work off the desk.

“I love you so much!” You squealed out a chorus of laughter as John hoisted you into his arms bridal style. He looked so handsome in his uniform.

“How could you not.” John had a smug grin on his face “I love you more than anything.” John whispered the last part in your ear.

“Take me home, husband.” You playfully ordered. You loved watching the way he perked up just a bit at your words.

“No dinner?” It was clear by the playful tone John had no intention on taking you anywhere but home to your dilapidated apartment.

“No, we can get dinner after. I’ll make sure you work up an appetite.” You flirted quietly placing a quick peck on your now husbands cheek, his facial hair tickling your soft skin.

“You always do.” John couldn’t stop grinning ear to ear as he carried the woman of his dreams back to his convertible.

“Oh, not like tonight. This is your first night with your wife. We’re going to take our time.” You we’re bring your lip in anticipation as John carried you through the registry office. Getting odd looks from passer bys but neither of you cared. Too swept up in the love you felt for one another and the ideas of what the future had in store for the pair of you.

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“It was her idea wasn’t it!” The way Mary changed from crying to rage gave John whiplash. Her chair scraping against the laminate floor as she stood, throwing the handkerchief on the table.

“No, I suggested it.” John snapped and instantly regretted it seeing the fire ignite behind his mothers blue eyes. He may be a grown man but felt like he was a child in trouble. He knew he could live his life however he wanted but his mothers opinion still carried a heavy weight for him.

“And she went along with it. I hoped you’d marry a woman with more common sense.” Mary was enraged and seeing red. Leaving all preconceived niceties at the door as she geared up for verbal combat.

“Mum, that’s enough. You can be as cross as you wish to be with me but not Y/N.” John wanted to start shouting but it was futile in his moms presence. He may be over a foot taller but she would always tower over him like he was still a little boy.

“Then why isn’t she here?” The yelling had begun now. The television turned off and his siblings began to shift around the living room. Harrison was the first in the room, making his way to the stove to put on a kettle.

“Something came up at work-“ John half sputtered out. He was flustered now and didn’t like how things had been turned into an attack against you.

“That’s the life you better be ready for, Johnathan! Her work will always come first and you second. I bet she doesn’t even want kids. Not that she’d be a good mother!” This wasn’t the way John pictured his mom when he thought of her. She wasn’t normally volatile and hateful but this elopement was causing all the distrust she had to spill out. Normally it would be back handed comments or prying question not out right meanness.

“Okay, I can’t keep talking to you when you’re like this.” John was still sitting at the old faded table in the seat he always sat in. John didn’t even know where to start with the things his mother just said. They were untrue and painted the most loving person he knew as some villain. Grayson walked in, brushing past their mother like it was an ordinary day. With a nod he beckoned John to follow him out the back door waving a cigar in hand.

“You watch your tongue! Paul talk some sense into your son. . . PAUL!” Mary was an island. No one was their to help as her children slowly crept to John’s defense. Her husband was no where to be found.

“Which one?” John’s dads voice came from down the hallway towards the study. He was being a smart ass asking which son needed a talking to from him when it was obviously John. It was Paul’s way of staying out of the drama.

“Mum maybe we should just take a beat.” Sarah was walking into the kitchen. Shooting John a sympathetic look and mouthing ‘sorry.’

“John, let it go.” Grayson muttered tapping the glass of the sliding doors with the cigar. Grayson was the most soft spoken out of all the siblings. John tended to trust his opinion over anyone else’s in his immediate family because his brother was a man who listened instead of spoke. Which made his words carry a heavy weight when he chose to speak.

Grayson was the tallest out of the Price family. Standing at a whopping 6’6 and skinny to boot. He lacked muscle tone and looked like he spent his life behind a computer, with his thick rimmed rectangular glasses and a choppy haircut. He looked as if he should be timid or meek but he wasn’t he was just quiet. Like Sarah, the youngest he had soft features, blue eyes, and blonde hair. Grayson was an intelligent, self assured man with three children and a forth on the way. He owned a bakery with his wife. He handled the buisness side while she was a master in the culinary arts.

“Okay, Gray.” John clearly didn’t want things to be this way as he stood from the faded wooden chair. Choosing to hug his mom for a fleeting moment, avoiding eye contact. Following his brother closest in age outside John was ready to burst at the seams. He shout and break something. He wanted you hear to hug him and tell him things were going to get better because only you could convince him of that. It was always true when you said it.

“Oi, she’ll come ‘round. You know that.” Grayson didn’t stop at the patio, but continued barefoot into the field behind their childhood home. It was early spring, leaving the air the perfect temperature. The grass was calf length and the wind rippled across the landscape. The smell of the nearby flower garden brushing by in waves flowing in the wind.

John didn’t respond as he followed, keeping a few yards between them waiting to see where his brother was heading. In the silence of the afternoon John and Grayson came to the edge of the forest. Honestly, John was beginning to think Grayson was leading him to the clearing they had created almost two decades ago. It was the picture perfect concept of a place to have a bonfire in the woods. The four siblings had perfected it by the time Harrison moved out.

“Gray-“ Johns rage was about to be unleashed. This walk didn’t clear his head it only fanned the flame of his anger.

“Remember that time you fell in the creek?” Grayson pointed in the direction of where the old brooke curved through the wooded land. It was about a half mile into the woods.

“Why?” John asked in a frustrated tone.

“Well, Harrison and I were so scared mum was going to have our heads. She told us not to go too deep in the woods and to look after you. You were like what, 7?” Grayson smirked at the memory. It was funny to him how his little brother had slipped off a rock and fallen back first into the slushy frigid water. Then proceeded to bawl his eyes out.

“I was.” John nodded.

“Well, we told you to lie to mum and you did. Got you home and snuck you through the green house.” Grayson waved his hands as he continued to tell the story John remembered all to well.

“Yeah, she didn’t notice I’d charged clothes when I came through the back door.” John chuckled thinking back to that cold winter day.

“Well, you ended up getting pneumonia. . . You were really sick. Mum blamed herself and Harrison and I ended up telling her the truth out of guilt.” Grayson paused as he chuckled at the memory. His eyes cast down at his feet.

“She was so angry. I doubt you remember that.” He tacked on.

“Yeah?” John asked. Grayson was right, John had no idea his mother knew about that or was cross with his older brothers for it.

“Well, if we told her sooner you probably wouldn’t have gotten sick. She got over it when she saw you were alright. It just took time. I think this’ll be like that too.” Silence filled the cool air as John mulled over the advice.

“Look at me and tell me mums not gonna come ‘round?” The hand Grayson laid on John’s shoulder was rough as if to shake some sense into him.

John only stared between the trees. The memories of running around this forest with his brothers and sister whisking his bad mood away. That wasn’t the first or last time one of the Price children fell into that creek and John didn’t know that one day his daughter would end up doing the exact same as him. Landing you both in the hospital as you fretted over her having pneumonia.

Shaking his head in agreement John pulled out his zippo. They shared that cigar and spoke candidly about what to do next. That way their mother didn’t come after you, which they both thought she wouldn’t. John confessed that you weren’t so sure for obvious reasons. Finally opening up to his brother about the reservation you had about their mother.

That’s when the sound of a car horn had both their heads snapping back to the house. You were pulling up in your beat up car with the music blasting. John was happy to see you but he couldn’t help the way his stomach dropped. There was no way you would know what you were walking into.

“You should probably-“ Grayson was cut off.

“On it.” John handed him the cigar and started to jog over to you, jumping over a fallen tree and waving back at you.

The sun was starting to set as you climbed out of the old teal colored car. Your hair was in a simple braid with sunglasses sitting on top of your head. You had changed out of your work attire, now in light blue jeans and a fitted t-shirt that John thought you looked divine in. The smile you wore had John picking up his pace. The back door opened before he was able to get to you and his mother stepped out.

“How could you!” She hissed in your direction. The look on her face said it all. You didn’t need John to tell you what she was talking about you were smart enough to know Mary had found out about the elopement.

John’s mom didn’t like you and wasn’t shy about making it known to you but especially her son. Mary had disliked you since the moment you two met. It was before you and John were dating when she showed up unannounced to deliver her son some food. John had asked if you could get the door since he was naked and wasn’t expecting his mother of all people.

To say Mary was shocked to have a young woman in only John’s T-shirt with hickeys scattered across there neck answer the door would be an understatement. Mary barged in and reamed John for entertaining a ‘loose woman’ like you, telling him that you both needed some self respect as he stood there with a blanket covering himself. She then asked if her son had paid you which was humiliating and John was sputtering out apologies being absolutely mortified. The words stung so you got dressed in the bathroom and left, not wanting to be apart of the situation considering you two weren’t even dating. It took a lot of groveling after that before you saw John again.

When John brought you home for Christmas the following year as his girlfriend his mother let him know her views on you. Saying that low class women who sleep around would end up cheating on him or breaking his heart. She wasn’t quite during their argument and you ended up going out to the car and crying. John took you home early that night. It had been a brutal relationship between you and John’s mom ever since. Mary still pictured you as the half naked woman who answered her sons door.

Finding out you had a doctorate and were well educated had her softening somewhat but; that first impression had sealed the fate of your relationship. Mary couldn’t get herself to acknowledge your good qualities but had dropped the rudeness for the most part. The biggest reasoning was Johns threats to cut contact until she promised she could be cordial.

Mary did end up getting to know you better and started to warm up if only slightly. It mainly had to do with how long you and John had been together and how she saw him light up when you entered a room. Or maybe it was the time she saw you wiping the sweat from his face with a cold damp cloth. It was when he finally was home after being held captive and fighting much more than his physical injuries. You never left his side, never let him see you cry, or know you were scared for him; things Mary could never do. Either way it was her pride that won out leaving the relationship strained.

“What are you talking about?” You smiled meekly at Mary as she crossed her arms and glared at you from the doorway. Her nostrils flaring and eyes fixed on you in a murderous rage.

“Roping my son into another one of your bad ideas.” She spat at you. Quite honestly you were at your wits end with her treatment of you. John had gone to bat for you more times than you could count never giving you the chance to stick up for yourself. John knew you were ready to blow your lid having told him so that very morning.

“First off-“ you weren’t having it today. Mary had to learn some boundaries for you at some point and with the wedding being tomorrow you didn’t need her gossiping about you.

“Mum that’s enough.” John was stepping in front of you as he took your hand and started to lead you to the front of the house.

“A warning would have been nice.” You hissed quietly to your husband.

“I didn’t think you were going to make it.” He shot back.

Stopping in your tracks you stared up at your husband with such hurt plaguing your heart. It felt suffocating to be treated like you were unworthy and you’d never be good enough. Your previously good mood now soured. John was pinching his nose in frustration because he already knew what you were going to say and hated the look of betrayal you gave him.

“I can’t deal with her being rude to me anymore, John. It’s not fair. We’re both adults and capable of making our own decisions.” These were words you said many a time and you were becoming tired of this song and dance. Now just wanting to go home and sit at the bottom of your shower and cry.

“I was trying to deal with it so you wouldn’t have to.” John was pleading with you to not be angry with him. The two of never really fought but when you did it was almost always about this topic.

“Well, I’m about to go in there and tell her if she doesn’t cut it out then she’s not allowed at the wedding tomorrow.” The look in your eyes told John you meant your words. The way your voice cracked had your cheeks flushing in embarrassment. The last thing you wanted was for anyone here to see you cry.

“Don’t be harsh. She’s helping pay for it.” John tried to reason. Wishing he hadn’t spoken when he saw how his words only hurt you more.

“Harsh? Harsh is me telling you I never want to see her again until she apologized for every rude and mean thing she’s said to me.” You we’re in disbelief that your husband was sitting on the fence about this.

“Darling-“

“The first time we met she asked if I was a hooker. Go deal with it John. I’m going home.” With that you walked back to your car, John following close behind.

Mary was still on the patio as you stomped by and she tried to say something to you but you couldn’t hear it right now, not knowing if you’d be able to stay civil. Getting into your car you slammed the door and drove home to your flat. Leaving your husband with a tough situation to deal with but you didn’t care.

——————

“Darling?” John’s gruff voice came from your open bedroom door.

You were sitting cross legged in the center of the queen sized bed. Dressed in a pair of night shorts and one of John’s army green t-shirts. You had your laptop in front of you and a stack of papers to your left as you got ahead on some work. It was your way of taking your mind off of how angry you were at him and his mom.

Looking up and making eye contact you turned back to your work. It was easier to ignore him than actually argue over the same thing for the hundredth time.

“My mom has something to say to you.” John’s words caught you off guard.

“Seriously?” You asked. John nodded slipping the beanie off his head and waved for you to come out into the kitchen.

Getting up from your spot you realized you looked eerily similar to the first time Mary saw you. John’s shirt dusting a little higher than half way up your thighs making your shorts invisible. Stepping out into the kitchen Johns mom was standing by the front door looking uncharacteristically timid.

“Hi, Mary.” You gave her a half smile. Heart in your throat as you waited for the insults to start.

“I forgot how dreary this flat is. It has come to my attention that I haven’t treated you in the nicest way and I’m sorry for that.” Her words were emotionless as she kept a burning hot gaze on you. Of course she needed to throw in a quick jab about the state of your flat.

“I-uh. Well, thank you.” You shrugged caught off guard. It didn’t feel like a proper apology but the fact she was even here saying sorry was shocking. You never thought it would be possible for Mary to swallow her pride.

“And?” John gave his mother a pointed look.

“I’m sorry I questioned your modesty. It won’t happen again.” This time the apology was sincere, it was written all over her face. She turned to her youngest son and nodded her head.

“Thank you, Mary.” You smiled awkwardly which she returned. Before you could say another word she excused herself. Saying that Paul was waiting for her downstairs. Once the flat door was closed you were left with your head spinning.

“What did you say to her?” The words were hushed as you continued to stare at the red wood of the front door.

“Don’t worry about it.” John sounded tired as his arm wrapped around your shoulders. A kiss lovingly placed to the top of your head.

“John.” You pressed wanting to know the conversation. John sighed defeatedly knowing you wouldn’t drop this until he told you.

“I told her if she can’t accept you and treat you with respect she couldn’t be apart of my life. That this was my decision alone and if she loved me enough she wouldn’t make me choose. . . because I’d chose you.” John couldn’t take his eyes off you. He meant every word. You were everything to him and he’d be a fool to ever let you slip through his fingers again.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” You weren’t able to say aloud how much John’s words meant to you. How him finally setting that boundary was all you’d wanted this whole time. You were only able to acknowledge the pain he must have felt. Your own feelings a jumbled up mess.

“I’m just happy she came ‘round.” John was teary eyed as his finger played with your wedding ring.

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“JOHN!” Your voice shrieked through the noise.

“DRINK!” He responded. The widest smile you’d ever seen spreading across his face like wild fire.

“OHHHHHH!” The resounding group cried as you sat around a giant bonfire. You had changed from your wedding dress into a slim white one that John couldn’t wait for. It was the same one you wore the day of your elopement. John was the only one allowed to help you out of your wedding dress after the ceremony and he bent you over and went to town.

“Well you gotta tell the story!” John’s younger sister elbowed you in the waist. They had all been asking for the story on how you two met since you and John usually didn’t tell it or when you did left out about 95% of the details.

“Well, John please interrupt me if I get something wrong.” You grinned at the drunk man. He looked so amazing in the glow of the fire, clean shaven and rosy cheeked.

“Darling, you’re never wrong!” John’s words weren’t meant for you it was just a way to get his older brothers to cheer which they did.

“Smart man!” Grayson and Harrison jeered raising their half empty glasses. Laughter and side conversation filling the night air.

“Fuck off! Okay so I was covered in dirt and all sweaty so I don’t know why John was interested in me. This smug asshole asks my opinion on some military bullshit. I’m a fucking archeologist who met him for 10 seconds and I don’t know a thing about what he’s asking but I give him my best educated guess. Not the point, I was head over heels while he was all business. Had to play the long game and I got him to fix my jeep up. Then lured him out to a beach in the middle of god knows where. It was all a ploy to seduce hi-“

“So I had to marry her.“ John’s arm was around you before you could finish the story. Stoping you from going any further because you both knew the ending. Which was leading up to the first time your now husband blew your mind and had you cuming twice. No man had coaxed that out of you which made you fall more in love.

“Yeah John rocked my wor- I mean was a true gentleman.” You quickly corrected as John’s mom appeared heading to the rowdy group that had formed. Your husband was drunk enough to not notice her and question you in front of his siblings and friends.

“I rocked your world?“ You couldn’t help but smack your hand over your husbands mouth and laugh awkwardly. The jeers and teasing slowly died down as Mary approached.

“What?” It was like everyone was stunned into silence at the sound of Marys voice. Everyone accept for John.

“Mum we’re having fun, go to bed.” John smiled waving his hand drunkenly. You sucked in your cheeks and bit down trying not to laugh at this awkward encounter.

“Excuse me?” She spoke repugnantly.

“Goodnight.” John said with a smile that he only ever wore when he was so happy he couldn’t contain the joy. It was almost as rare as an eclipse and just as blinding to see.

“Goodnight” Sarah half shouted. It developed in everyone getting progressively louder as they wished her goodnight. Mary huffed out a laugh her stern features softening in a way you’d never seen. It was like she finally realized John was happy and nothing was going to change the way he felt about you. The vows didn’t matter, the things you did, the time you were together, nothing mattered until this moment and you didn’t understand why.

“Good night Johnny. . . Goodnight Y/N.” She half smirked and then disappeared back to the lodge you’d rented out for the ceremony.

“Leave it to mum to ruin the fun.” Grayson chuckled into the night.

“SO! Finish your beach story?” Sarah squealed trying to get every detail about you and John’s first few weeks knowing each other out of you both. The mood lightened again as the rowdy crowd of your closest friends and John’s siblings passed around another round of drinks. Some of the men drunkenly singing and one of your friends was flirting with a groomsman.

“Better not get too drunk.” You looked up at your husband who was finishing his beer rather quickly. Batting your eyelashes it was like something clicked in his head. Seeing the way your beautiful face looked at him with want.

“Well, you all have fun. It’s about time we head to bed. Gotta catch a flight in the morning.” John was standing before you’d fully processed he was saying his goodbyes. You opened your mouth to say something but you could only squeal as John picked you up like you weighed nothing. The cheers erupted as John carried you back to the lodge for the night.

“Have to admit this was amazing.” You whispered sweetly as you rested your head against a John’s shoulder.

“Well it’s about to be even more amazing when I ‘rock your world’ again.” John quipped using your own words that were giving him an ego trip.

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“JOHN! Wake up!” John shot up from bed hearing the panic in your voice. His hand instinctively grabbing for the night stand where he placed his knife.

“Whats going on!” John was standing now completely naked as he took in his surroundings. His voice deep and commanding. You were hopping on one foot trying to get your sock on. Dressed in leggings and a tank top, your hair tangled and knotted from your escapades the night before. The elegant room was a mess. Half drank champagne glasses sitting around, your clothes strewn about, and a half eaten bag of crisps you two shared spilled out onto the carpet.

“It’s 7:45 we’re going to miss our flight.” You didn’t even bother looking at him as you fumbled around getting ready.

“Shit.” John dashed for his clothes and speedily got ready. Neither of you taking the time to truly say good morning or exchange any pleasantries.

After throwing on a zip up you began checking over everything to make sure you both had your plane tickets and passports. John was ready in no time making your head spin. He was trained for moments like this, where he needed to be ready in an instant. Watching as your husband threw on his back pack and picked up the luggage like it weighed nothing had you thankful. You’d never be able to get that giant suitcase down the stairs since the elevator was broken.

You and John hardly spoke on the ride to the airport. Choosing to devour the breakfast sandwiches you bought the day before and drink as much water as possible to fight the hangover. John was in worse shape than you having drank significantly more but he was powering through it. You watched in awe as he polished off two sandwiches and a granola bar in the time it took to get to the airport. Once your bags were check you were both sprinting down the terminal to get to your gate. You liked to think you could keep up with John when it came to running since that was your main source of exercise but you were proving to be no match. He ended up taking your bag from you so you could keep up.

“This is the last call for Mr. And Mrs Price.” The staticky voice had you both picking up the pace. John was waving at the flight attendants at the gate.

“We’re here, we’re here.” You huffed out at you stopped to catch your breath. John didn’t seem winded what so ever as he handed the woman your tickets. John glanced over at you doubled over and panting. He couldn’t help but chuckle at how cute you looked all panicked and sprinting through the airport with him.

“Enjoy your flight, Mr. And Mrs Price.” The attendant handed the tickets back to John. A boyish laugh floated through the air taking you off guard. You and the flight attendant both turned to John with quizzical looks. You had to check around to make sure your ears weren’t deceiving you and that high pitched laugh came from your burly husband. He giggled again like a school boy and then quickly pretended to cough rather deeply to get himself to stop. The look on your face made him think you were embarrassed which he was. So uncool.

“Thank you.” You smiled trying not to laugh at your husband who was still trying to keep himself from giggling.

“What was that? I have never heard you laugh like that.” You asked John as you headed to the plane.

“What?” John deflected.

“That laugh.” You insisted getting a sly grin seeing John starting to get hot under the collar.

“First time anyone’s called you Mrs. Price.” John was avoiding your eyes clearly embarrassed by his high pitched laugh moments ago.

“So you laugh like Mickey Mouse?” You asked watching as John’s entire face turned beet red.

“I did not.” He shot back rather quickly. Taking both of your backpacks and storing them in the overhead compartments as you settled into your seat.

“You did. What do I have to do to get you to laugh like that again?” You teased. Relishing in the fact you found something to poke fun at him about. It was usually the other way around and John got a kick out of teasing you until you were red in the face.

“I am never laughing again.” The look on John’s face said it all as he buckled in next to you. He was pouting and had his eyebrows knit together. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes at the way too dramatic response.

“Oh, you poor man.” The teasing was too much fun to stop as you spoke your words with a hint of sarcasm. Setting your hand on his thick thigh as if you were comforting him.

“Piss off.” John grumbled but his bad mood lightening when he felt the sweet kiss you placed on his cheek.

“I love you Mr. Price.” You smiled sweetly loving how his bad mood was disappearing before your eyes. It was no secret John adored you but something had shifted in your relationship after that day in the registry office when he kissed his wife for the first time. It was as if he wrapped himself around your little finger and gave you the ability to get and do whatever you wanted with him. He had fully given you his heart and trusted you implicitly with it because he knew you’d never do anything but love and cherish it.

“I love you more than I could ever put into words, darling.” John didn’t have to say why he loved you. You could see it in his eyes that you were the most precious thing in his whole world to him.

You two sat there chatting the whole flight looking like a pair of love stuck teenagers. This was the start of one of the most relaxing and enjoyable trips abroad you and John would take together. Forever sighting your honeymoon as the best vacation you ever had. It was also the start of your budding family because a month from then you’d be sitting in your new home with a positive pregnancy test; awaiting your husbands arrival home from another deployment.

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angstywaifu · 1 year ago

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The Lost Sister - Part 8

Synopsis: Xaden is known as an only child due to his sister who 'died' during the Rebellion. Little do they know she didn't die and has been so close this entire time.

Garrick Tavis x OC A/N: Wasn't going to double post today but I'm feeling generous with it being Valentines Day. Sadly nothing super romantic about this one, but I promise some really good stuff is coming soon! I also have a few more one shots, but my requests are open if you have any more you guys want to send through! The Lost Sister Masterlist | Masterlist

The rotunda is empty as Imogen and I enter. Everyone in the dining hall eating. The feeling of being alone should unsettle me given recent circumstances, but after today I feel like that’s behind us.

Usually I would feel her eyes on me, but as she approached me in the hall I had no idea. Though I had been a little distracted at the lack of Garrick, Xaden and Bodhi at dinner.

She leads me over to the edge of the rotunda, and sits on the ledge, leaning up against one of the pillars. I copy her on the opposite side. For a few moments we sit in silence, looking out over the trees and mountains. It’s beautiful under the moonlight. In the distance I occasionally see dragons flying around. I wonder if one of them will be mine come threshing.

“I’d say I’m sorry for how I’ve acted towards you and what I did today. But I’m won’t. It’s just my weird way of processing this I guess.” She finally says, still looking out over the trees. “But, I can’t assure you it won’t happen again.”

I slowly nod my head. “Thanks, I guess.”

She looks over at me as if confused by my response.

“Not going to lie I was expecting a different response out of you regarding this. Also kind of surprised Garrick isn’t attached to your hip after what I did.”

I can’t help the laugh that escapes my lips. “Yeah well I kinda ran off after he told me he had feelings for me and I haven’t seen him since.”

She narrows her eyes at me and the look she gives me is like she thinks I’m crazy. Which honestly, I definitely am.

“You ran off?” She emphasises each words.

“Yeah.” I lean my head back on the pillar and sigh. I was such an idiot. “I ran off. Like an idiot. And now he’s nowhere to be seen.”

She shakes her head and laughs at me. “Well if it’s any help, I don’t think you haven’t seen him because of what happened. With Bodhi and Xaden also both gone, and from what I could see their dragons to, I think something’s come up.”

I nod. She’s right. In the last few weeks it had become almost normal for the boys to disappear some nights without much warning. But it still felt like it had to do with me. Maybe they went out to help Garrick clear his head. But if that was the case I’m sure either Xaden or Bodhi would have come to see how I was.

“I’m sure Garrick has told you are history and why I’ve been the way I’ve been?” She finally says after a few minutes of me swimming in my own thoughts.

“Yeah, only took me weeks of asking and then snapping at him in the healers quadrant before.” I tell her, earning a laugh out of her.

“I knew I’d like you. Even if I hate how much you have Garrick wrapped around your finger, I can see why.” She says with probably one of the first genuine smiles I’ve seen on her since I’ve been here. “And honestly I did this to myself. He always said he couldn’t give me more than something casual. That his heart lay elsewhere. He never said who, just that they were part of the rebellion casualties. And then you showed up.”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to cause any issues. Though was inevitable with everyone thinking I was dead for the last few years. Though I didn’t know Melgren’s plan till the night before conscription day.” I look away from her back out over the valley below us.

I catch the sad look that passes over her face as she studies me. “Don’t be sorry. You being back, as much as its annoyed me in one aspect, has been good the the guys. But can you promise me one thing?” She says as she stands.

I look over at her and nod.

”Don’t fuck it up. He deserves to be happy. And you definitely make him the happiest I’ve ever seen him.”

And with that, she turns and leaves me alone in the Rotunda with my thoughts.

Imogen’s words hang over my head. Don’t fuck it up. Easier said than done. Part of me is over joyed that Garrick shares the same feelings. Though looking back I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner. I just put it down to us being best friends. Yes he wasn’t like that with Xaden, but I was a girl. Of course our friendship would naturally be a little different.

But part of me is also terrified. What if it goes badly? What if it puts a divide in the dynamic of our group. I couldn’t live with myself if I came between Xaden and Garrick. As much as Xaden is extremely loyal to Garrick, Xaden would pick me over him without a question. It would destroy him. But he would do it. And that’s not something I’d want him to do.

So I do the stupid thing and avoid them. Which sadly is quite easy with how little they are around. They’re in our daily battle brief class, wedged up in the back corner. I know cause I feel their eyes on me despite not turning around to see if they are there. But when it comes to challenges, their appearance is few and far between. And if they are there I do my best to blend into the crowd. As best as I can with my hair colour. Though I haven’t dyed it since arriving, and at nearly 2 months in my natural dark hair has started to shown through. Rhiannon and Violet keep telling me to let it grow out as it looks good with the dark red.

But outside of classes, I rarely see them. I get glimpses of them, but most nights they aren’t at dinner. Imogen makes comments about them being sent out for drills and such. Must be part of being a third year. Though I do notice they are gone more often than the other third years.

A few times Garrick tries to catch me after battle brief or find me at challenges, but somehow I manage to get away. I’m not quite ready to have the conversation he wants to have. But I can’t avoid it forever. A few times I nearly cave when I see the pained look in his hazel eyes. Pain I was causing. Pain I’d seen in Xaden and Bodhi’s eyes as well.

Soon our gym time turns into Gauntlet training with presentation day around the corner. So far our squad has done pretty well. Only one casualty so far. One I had to watch Violet almost be apart of. She hid it but I knew how much it killed her on the inside. She was yet to fully complete the gauntlet and today was our last day of training before presentation day tomorrow.

As we walk up the stairs to the gauntlet my heart drops. Not only is Xaden standing off to the side, Garrick is with him. It wasn’t uncommon for leadership to watch their squads do training on the gauntlet, so far neither had turned up for ours. Of course they show up on the last day.

Rhiannon who is next to me must notices something is off and follows my eyes to where Xaden and Garrick are.

“Why do you look so scared to see Xaden and Garrick?” She asks.

I hadn’t quite built the relationship with her that Violet had, but it was getting there. But I hadn’t told her about my interaction with Garrick after the challenge with Imogen.

“Remember how he took me to the healers after my fight with Imogen?” I whisper to her so the others around us don’t hear. The last thing I need is gossip spreading about this while I’m still figuring my own feelings out.

She nods. “Yeah I remember. Practically rushed over and scooped you up in his arms before you could get off the mat. Was quite romantic.” I roll my eyes at her.

Our group comes to a stop in front of the gauntlet, Xaden and Garrick making their way over with Emettiro. Both their eyes locked on mine.

I lean closer to her. “He might have confessed he’s essentially been in love with me for years and years despite me being dead and I kind of panicked and ran off and have been avoiding him ever since. Which also means avoiding my brother.”

She shakes her head and chuckles at me. “Girl I could have told you he was in love with you. No one looks at someone the way he does with out being in love.”

I go to reply but Emettiro calls us to start running the gauntlet. And I’m glad Rhiannon and I end up near the front, being one of the first ones to go. Though I doubt Xaden and Garrick are here to try talk to me, as much as they may want to. At the end of the day, they want the wing to do well.

I step up as Rhiannon takes off, my eyes meeting Garrick’s. His face is a mask and I can’t read it at all. I can tell he’s upset though. He’s never like that with me. I’m one of the few he never puts a mask up for. Xaden on the other hand is intently focused on Violet who is behind me. Before I take off up the gauntlet I offer Garrick a quick smile. For a brief second before I take off, his mask falters and his eyes soften as he gives me a tight lipped smile. The entire way up the I feel his eyes following me. He’s yet to see me climb it. And probably won’t tomorrow as most of the leadership wait up top for their squads and wings to pass the gauntlet.

I reach the top with ease. Yet again Melgren’s training had really prepared me for this. I’d barely had any issues getting up the gauntlet in the first day. And most times I caught up to or passed the person in front of me. As much as I didn’t want to think it. I was grateful for his training over the years. I turn around to look down the gauntlet to see both Garrick and briefly Xaden looking up at me. Both look happy with how easily I made it up. Xaden’s gaze drops to something below me. Violet is yet again stuck on the last parts of the gauntlet. And dare I say, does Xaden looks concerned? His eyes shift up to mine. We both know she needs to find an alternate way up the last part of the gauntlet.

Part 9

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#fourth wing #fourth wing fanfic #the empyrean #garrick tavis x reader #garrick tavis #garrick tavis imagine #the fourth wing

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gliphyartfan · 2 months ago

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Soo I looked a bit into Dr.Stone some more. Still not too into it but I do love Senku’s personality.

So I decided to update the headcanons I wrote (here) with a more appropriate set. (I mean those still work but headcanons are ever changing!

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(Y/N) being an unstoppable force of science and curiosity. Her seeing Hyrule as a goldmine of new discoveries.

Hylians, Zoras, Gorons, Ritos, fairies, magic, it’s all up for research. She treats every moment like an opportunity to advance scientific knowledge, and she refuses to be stopped.

Magic? Not real. :) It’s just science they haven’t figured out yet. The Chain gets so frustrated trying to explain magic to her. She just points at Wild’s Sheikah Slate and goes ‘That’s just ancient technology. You can’t tell me this isn’t science.’ (Wild doesn’t even argue that point cause he’s heard all that from Purah countless times.)

Warriors is her biggest headache. (….or is she his??) Every time she tries a new experiment, he’s there, yelling about how “this is insane” and “why do you need to study our bone density!?” He acts like her research is some grand threat to Hylian dignity. (Like like Hylians ever had dignity, have you SEEN the nonsense they get up to?)

Wild? The best test subject ever. He has zero self-preservation, an insane healing factor, and thinks everything she does is hilarious. If she tells him to drink a suspicious potion to test its effects, he’ll do it without question. (He probably has some instinctive memory from when he was guarding Zelda Pre-Calamity….and Purah, don’t forget Purah.)

Twilight, Time, and Four are skeptical. Twilight doesn’t like being poked at. Time just sighs and avoids her nonsense. Four, as a blacksmith, appreciates the concept of experimentation but thinks she’s a little unhinged.

Legend and Hyrule are terrified of her. Legend has been through way too much to trust someone who wants to test how “resilient” he is. Hyrule, being part fae, fears she’s trying to extract his blood for science. (She’s NEVER use it for malicious stuff but ya know…his situation with monsters after his blood is kinda traumatic if you think about it.)

Wind is… oddly encouraging? He doesn’t want to be tested on, but he’ll help her with experiments because he thinks it’s fun. Until she suggests launching him via trebuchet. Then he immediately bails.

Now…experiment ideas she would Absolutely ttempt:

1. Testing Hylians’ magic resistance.

(She straight-up douses Wild in fairy dust to see if he heals faster. He does. But now he won’t stop glowing.)

2. Figuring out why Twilight turns into a wolf.

(She follows him around, taking notes. Eventually just tries to pet him. He lets her and then bolts when she mutters about fur samples)

3. Trying to see how much weight Gorons can carry.

(Ends up building a scale just to measure how heavy Gorons actually are. )

4. Testing if fairies have any biological components.

(She somehow catches one and Wild (and Time and Hyrule, and Warriors) has to stop her before she dissects it.)

5. “Science-ing” Divine Beasts & Sheikah Tech.

(….She almost electrocutes herself messing with an inactive Guardian….and she actually gets electrocuted by Naboris)

6. Building a modern hot air balloon.

(It works. Wild and Wind immediately steal it. Crash it, she makes better with the data collected from their little joy ride.)

7. Trying to chemically analyze elixirs & potions.

(She drinks half of them herself. She starts tasting colors and seeing sounds.)

8. Seeing if magic weapons follow the law of thermodynamics.

(Almost burns herself with a fire sword.)

9. Figuring out what happens if someone eats a Korok seed.

(Wild tried it. It’s disgusting. And he hated everything that day.)

Look The Chain are both fascinated and terrified. They love her, she’s a fun gal, but they also know she is a menace and should NOT be allowed near other equally crazy scientists. (Looking at you Purah.)

#linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu headcanons #senku reader

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itsalittlebitchilly · 2 months ago

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Post TGR clarity bingo

Here's my bingo results :)

go girl, give us nothing.

anyways I wanted to talk about some of my reasonings

reveal that Jean and/or Jeremy can play the piano

okay this has definitely been influenced by more than one post that Jeremy (rich boy) had to learn the piano, but I've thought it's almost equally likely that Jean had to learn piano. Not because he was like a prodigy or anything, his parents just made him do stuff.

2. jean buys a book in French from a secondhand shop

okay before reading this was kind of out of nowhere, but after I REALLY hope he gets a French book. We know reading English is hard for him, so I doubt he remembers the last time he read for fun (if he ever did)

3. a rando goes on about how bad the ravens are in front of Jean

gave this one a yellow because it didn't happen anything like I'd imagined it. I just wanted some random student (who barely follows sports) to insist that they aren't a good team (AN: they're not)

4. cancer scare

tbh idk why I put this one. Very early on Jeremy's mom is "in surgery" and i was like "omg i hope its incurable and she dies" 200 pages later i realized "oh she is a doctor. she was in surgery. because she is a doctor. performing surgery"

5. Ichirou assassination/attempt

I still want this to happen but I think it's way more likely to happen in book 3 now especially with Browning's appearance.

6. Jean gets a postcard from Kevin and Jeremy is Jealous

I don't remember Jeremy being particularly jealous, but a postcard was received.

7. Jean wakes up from a nightmare

ok this didn't happen at all. probably a good thing I hope Jean only had peaceful nights

8. Jean plans/gets a tattoo (NOT a coverup)

i still want him to but idk how this would come up if it hasn't already

9. a flip phone gets broken in half

tbh should have done yellow for this. In a coffee cup is as good as broken in half, right?

10. someone on the team tears their acl

ok well good thing this didn't happen.

11. FBI have to talk to Jeremy (unrelated to the Moriyamas)

well technically they talked. Not directly about the Moriyamas. so yellow.

12. Jean throws something into the ocean

I have reason to believe that the ocean is actually further from campus than I have previously thought. my bad

13. Bee in person appearance

I was SO CONVINCED of this one. I would have put money on Bee being the one to go with Kevin. Every post about who was coming with Kevin I was in the notes saying Bee. Genuinely jaw dropping moment when Andrew showed up.

14. USC player dresses up as Kevin

ok well we didn't get to Halloween but if we did I still think this could happen

15. a raven/former raven goes to Jean for help

this is less something that I thought would happen and more something that I hoped would happen. Like a second or third year raven (who never knew Kevin) shows up at USC looking for Jean like "um how are you happy. how do you get up every morning." still want this to happen in book three. may be more likely now that the ravens are falling apart frfr

16. flossing triggers a breakdown

okay let me explain. I obviously knew someone was going to have a breakdown or two. but for the bingo I didn't want it to be obvious things. And the amount of times that I have been having a rough day and gotten to the end of it and thought about flossing for 0.5 seconds and started crying is not zero. or one.

17. Ichirou in person appearance.

I only wanted him to show up if it was to get shot and killed. sorry I hate that guy

18. Jean judges the quality of an Americanized French food

idc about this anymore we need to get that boy in ED treatment STAT

19. Jeremy makes a food Jean mentioned eating growing up

tbh it was foolish of me to think Jean would have any happy childhood memories, so this ones on me. Also we need to get that boy in ED treatment STAT

20. ABBA mention

you cannot convince me that the Trojans don't listen to ABBA

21. JereJean pull an all nighter so one of them can study for an exam

okay I forgot how much of these books are not about college

22. Jeremy walks from his house to Laila's in the middle of the night

what was I thinking. there is so much distance and Jeremy is too smart for this (unless... something truly terrible happened to him....)

23. Jeremy calls Jean after a family incident and Jean picks him up on his bike

this could still happen and I am definitely putting it on my bingo card for book 3

24. someone takes up knitting

I'm going to be honest. I was running out of ideas. also I just got into knitting

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joooooniecore · 4 months ago

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Fine line between a fan and a friend

idol!jiminxfem!reader, strangers to lovers, pure fluff, they are so cute

PLOT: an unexpected turn of events when you meet your idol.

*the reader's ethnicity is INDIAN for the sake of the plot*

WARNINGS: no warnings, pure fluff, A HIGHLY FICTIONAL PLOT PLEASE DON'T JUDGE, I AM DELULU

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Your POV

The drizzling rain and soothing weather made you snuggle up in your blanket more as you contemplated on whether you should attend university or not. You are currently in your dorm room and the weather outside deserves a day in but you still get up, dragging your feet to the washroom to rinse your face.

It has been few months since you have settled in this dorm in Seoul. Studying abroad, away from family has already taken a toil on you but you are trying to get used to this new norm. The university is planning a cultural meet today and unfortunately you are one of the volunteers. Being a person who socializes a lot and who is also better over average academically does come with its disadvantages. Every professor knows you by name and hence mostly chooses you in extracurricular activities.

The thought of disappointing them by staying in your bed sent shivers down your spine. You hate making people upset. It might seem like a sweet trait but sometimes it really ruins you mentally and physically.

After freshening up, you decide to go for a simple and cozy look with baggy jeans and a plain tee and threw in the jacket provided by the university. You apply light makeup as its gonna ruin anyway when you will sweat from running to and fro during the event. You decide to go with sneakers because there was no way you are gonna wear heels and survive till the end. You put some snacks in your bag, your charger, sunscreen, a book just in case, wallet and head out.

You walk to the nearby bus stop and wait for the bus to arrive. On normal days you would cook and eat in the dorm and then head out but the packed schedule today has forced you to reach college early and grab a bite from the canteen. The canteen food is actually not that bad but you love cooking so much that there is always something available to eat.

The bus arrives right on time and you settle in on a window seat, putting the headphones in your ear, tuning out the world and getting engrossed in the book you are reading.

Jimin's POV:

It's today. The day they are performing at the ____ University. The performance is a surprise to the students and the authority has made sure to not even let the volunteers know about it. It's something exciting but also nerve wrecking. He got up pretty early today and was lead to the company in the car. The moment he entered the designated room for dress and makeup, he can hear the chaos of his bandmates.

He opened the door and was greeted by a grinning Jungkook. "Jiminie hyung I really would love your opinion on this."

He rolled his eyes and gestured Jungkook to go along. They settled and Jungkook brought in two outfits, already ready from head to toe on hangers. One of them was a simple look, with the shimmery jacket and funky jeans while the other was a bolder look with a sheer turtleneck and designs all over it.

"I should wear this one, right?", came Jungkook's voice from behind the outfits. He was pointing at the bold one.

Jimin looked across the room in an attempt to read the atmosphere and realized that everyone has probably said no to the youngest's bold attempt of a look as after all it was a university event. Jimin smiled a little at Jungkook's cute antics and decided to go along with everyone. Well he can't risk some people hating on him.

"I don't think you should wear Jungkookie.", came Jimin's soft airy voice.

Jungkook stared at him wide eyed, definitely upset that he has no one else to ask to. He pouted and said, "But I even called you hyung huh!"

Jimin laughed as he realized the actual reason of the pleasant behavior he received a few minutes ago. Everyone around them cooed at how cute Jungkook looked. Taehyung decided to come forward, pinching the maknae's cheeks and asking him to keep the bold outfit for a different concert when they go on a tour. Jungkook despite being sad agreed to it and went inside the dressing room to finally get ready.

Jimin also got his outfit and changed into it. It was a simple outfit; they weren't doing any broad concepts today. He sat on the chair to get his makeup done while Namjoon briefed them about today's event. The plan was simple. They will get in the cars and will be led into the university through a different gate. Then they will stay in the VIP section of the building and the volunteers will be informed about the surprise event and they will lead them to the main stage through the corridors so as to avoid any attention. It looked very easy but they all knew that there were many loopholes.

Finally all seven of them were ready as they got in their respective cars and drove to the venue.

Your POV:

You reached university pretty early and decided to grab something to eat before you meet the coordinators. The event today was a large one and the stage looked beautiful. It almost looked like an award function stage and you were so impressed by the people who designed it. The authority has only decided upon five to seven main volunteers who will work directly under the head coordinator and will stay with them. The other volunteers will stay near the stage and will help maintain the backstage decorum. They will come to know about the decision on who are the main volunteers when they reach the meeting room.

You quickly ate your sandwich and a small bowl of mixed fruits and headed towards the meeting room. You were the third one to reach there. The two who came before you were your friends. You sat beside them gossiping about everything as the other volunteers filled in the space. You all were waiting for your coordinator to arrive and brief you all about everything.

Ms. Kim soon came in and briefed you about the rules and regulations and what to do in certain situations of mishap. You all listened carefully, nodding when required. Events these huge needed strong headed people to maintain the order. People can do things that are rowdy and it is the work of the volunteers to make sure that one person's action doesn't disrupt the entire equilibrium of the event.

The coordinators then discussed among one another and spoke, "We will be choosing 7 main volunteers. Who are interested?"

Obviously almost every hand went up in anticipation. You decided to not raise your hand because you seriously wanted to see the concert and not work in the main building. But your friend held your hand, forcefully raising it up.

The head coordinator, Ms. Shin chose very carefully and wrote the seven names in the notebook she always carries with her.

"I will definitely get chosen. They are bringing some VIP people, maybe film stars so they will need pretty volunteers."

You knew the girl somewhat. She is in one of your classes and her obnoxious attitude just makes it worse. She always has the idea that anyone who looks her way, falls in love with her which is plain ridiculous. You decided to maintain silence because unnecessary talking was never your favorite thing to do, especially when there are higher authorities present.

Ms. Shin looked up from his notebook and cleared her throat which brought everyone's attention back to her stern face. Ms. Shin might look like the strictest teacher ever but she is an absolute sweetheart too. You remember when you first joined the university, you had some issues because of the language barrier and Ms. Shin made sure that no one bad mouthed about you in Korean language because you were still on a learning stage of the Hangeul.

You smiled at the memory and decided to pay attention. Ms. Shin spoke in her deep undertone, "I have chosen seven names and I will write them on the whiteboard."

Everyone held their breath, in anticipation.

She one by one wrote the names and when the seven names came into view you laughed a little because your name was there and that obnoxious girl's wasn't. You don't even know her name to begin with. She tried to convince the teachers present that she deserves this role but they were very strict about the decision they made. They asked the seven of us to stay while the others were asked to look into the back stage matters before the event begins.

The seven of us sat down on the conference table with Ms. Shin as the head. She had a very strict expression on her face which was weird because normally she would soften after a few minutes. We all waited for her to speak. She seemed to collect her thoughts and began.

"This is a very important thing and you all will not only be volunteering but basically will be making this program a success. The fate of this program is in your hand. We have invited very special guests and it should stay confidential until they make a presence on the stage."

You somehow guessed it to be some sort of band and became a bit nervous because you didn't want to embarrass yourself in front of celebrities.

"We have invited the members of Bangtan Sonyeondan to perform at the event."

Everyone's eyes sparkled and you? You were spellbound. Never in thousand years you have imagined to meet your ultimate idols this casually. You became even more nervous but you didn't want to show that to anyone. You were internally screaming for sure.

"I know it is exciting but they will enter the building in a discreet manner and you seven will volunteer each of the members till the concert begins. No one outside of this conference room should know about this. That is why we didn't allow all the volunteers here to discuss this. And it is in your hands now. If you all can maintain this secret till the evening, then this program will definitely be a success."

You scanned your eyes across the room, taking it all in. The seven boys and girls who were chosen were all known to you as extremely loyal. You have worked with them before in various events and they are actually very good at maintaining confidential information. You sighed in relief and focused on the schedule that was provided. Ms. Shin spoke after everyone was fine with the schedule.

"I have no wish to show favoritism so I have prepared seven chit papers and the one you pick will decide the member you get."

Everyone laughed, the atmosphere loosening up a bit. This was seriously so creative of the authorities to let us play a game of luck. We one by one put our hand in the bowl and picked up a piece of paper. On the count of three, we all opened it in one go, screams and giggles following the reveal.

You on the other hand stood still. The chit in your hand opened, and the name revealed which made your heart skip a beat and your soul drop to your stomach. You got Jimin. The. Park. Jimin. Your bias and the member you adore and relate to the most. You seriously thought this was all a dream and you couldn't scream or laugh. Your friend took notice of you sitting still and nudged you. You stared at her and slowly showed the small piece of paper in your hand. Your friend went wide eyed, knowing very well how much you fangirl over the boy and hugged you tight.

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Time skip to when the cars arrived.

Jimin's POV:

The members slowly got down from the cars and were escorted to the VIP section in a rather peculiar manner. When they have finally settled down, Hoseok spoke first.

"Wah we look like gang members just by the way we came here all hidden.". Everyone laughed about it as the coordinators entered and greeted them.

Jimin sat beside Taehyung, discussing about the songs they were planning to perform today. The organizers settled down and discussed about the schedule of the event while the all nodded about it.

"We have carefully chosen seven volunteers for each one of you as if you are escorted together, then it might attract attention so we will be sending one member at a time. Is that okay?"

Namjoon discussed it with the manager and spoke, "Its fine but we want to meet the volunteers first."

His voice was stern which was obvious because some people would take this as an opportunity to hurt the idols which can cause a lot of issues. The coordinators nodded and asked one of the assistants to go call the volunteers in.

They waited for a while as 7 university students filled in the space, wearing id cards that indicated them as chosen volunteers. They all greeted in unison, a little flustered probably as Jimin noticed. He smiled a bit at the shyness of the seven boys and girls and laughed how the age gap is so less between him and most of them. He scanned the seven nervous faces, eyes stopping on one girl in particular.

She was definitely not Korean is what Jimin concluded. Her big eyes were the first thing he noticed, which were very beautiful and slightly nervous as she ducked her head whenever she made eye contact with any of the members. Jimin was sitting on the far-right corner and so he was able to take in her look completely without getting caught as creepy.

He wasn't someone who took notice of the skin tone, but the honey burnt skin color was something he has always loved and this girl was beautiful. Her hair ending just below her waistline in soft curls and the oversized jacket made her look even more adorable. In the life of a celebrity as popular as them, Jimin has seen many beautiful ladies with such polished looks and exquisite behavior but to see someone so simple yet eye catching truly made him blush.

Taehyung nudged him and softly spoke, "You have been staring at her for more than five minutes dude."

Jimin blushed harder and realized that no one else has taken notice of his sneaky behavior, he looked at Taehyung and just shook his head in defeat. "Not my fault. She is extremely beautiful."

"Our Jiminie is in love I see. You should ask for her number.", teased Taehyung.

"Yah, I know dating among idols is allowed but that doesn't mean I am brave enough to ask pretty girls out.", Jimin said through gritted teeth.

It was true. Even if the media showed a side of Jimin who was known as a very flirtatious person, Jimin was very shy in real life. He would really hide in the background whenever the group went to any social event and would only talk to people he is comfortable with. Someone who knows Jimin personally, will say he is a very funny person but he rarely shows that side of himself to strangers which makes it hard for him to find any potential dates.

He came out of his thoughts as the coordinator spoke.

"We have allotted one volunteer to each member. If it is okay with you all, then we can reveal the names of each person."

Namjoon seemed pretty satisfied after having some conversation with the volunteers. He has always been someone who can easily see through lies and these students were able to win his trust in a short period of time. The problem basically was that no guards could be allowed with the members because it might draw in attention so the volunteers will work as guards and will use the corridors (which are empty) to take the members to the back stage.

There was no actual threat and there are security members allotted in each nook and corner of the building so there was no particular headache of the managers and members. Namjoon asked the coordinators to continue with the plan and let them know about the details.

The coordinators one by one called out the names as the volunteers stepped in and informed about the band member they are asked to escort. When it finally came to Jimin's turn, he paid attention finally.

"For you sir, we have allotted Ms. ____."

Jimin's eyes slowly went up the direction the organizer was pointing and he silently thanked his luck. He will be able to talk with the girl who has caught his eye from the very beginning. Namjoon could see the mischief hidden in his bandmate's eyes and softly pulled him in and whispered.

"I know you want to know more about her but please don't drag it too much if you don't decide on actually dating her."

Jimin knew this. He would never lead anyone on and then leave them. He has never been like that. The dates he goes on, always goes on well but the decisions of never meeting again are mutual. So he simply nods and gives a gentle smile.

Your POV:

The nerves have exploded and you might be in heaven right now. You are seeing The Park Jimin in front of you and he is absolutely breathtaking in real life too. The way he softly smiles and his eyes crinkle up into crescents is making your heart flutter a bit. When you got briefed about all the threats by Namjoon, you couldn't keep your head straight. Namjoon talked so professionally but was gentle about everything he said. It was really visible how he cared about his members well-being.

You listened carefully to everything he said and nodded. He asked you few questions personally and you answered them honestly. You weren't going to jeopardize the safety of such popular people. After the briefing the coordinators started calling out names of the allotted volunteers and you just waited for your turn nervously.

The moment your name got called, you looked up and walked forward greeting the members once again. Then you turned towards Jimin and he was already staring at you with an unreadable expression. His face soon softened and he gave his famous smile as he moved towards you and shook your shaky hands.

"Your hands are so cold. Are you nervous Ms._____.", Jimin softly said, his eyes giving away the mischief in his voice.

You blushed, retracting your hands away and nodded, "Well its not everyday I get to meet my idols."

Jimin laughed, patting your back and saying you to relax a bit. He asked you to sit beside him as you both got used to each other. It was necessary because you both will be spending the next few hours together and it might get boring. You settled down, sort of nervously and were very conscious about your surroundings.

No one's POV in particular:

Jimin might seem very calm and professional, but he is squealing inside. His eyes were unable to leave your pretty eyes as you ducked your head, a habit of yours definitely. He allowed you to settle in comfortably on the sofa beside him before asking you about yourself.

"Tell me about yourself. Let's start from there."

"Umm okay so my name is ____, that you know obviously. I am from India. I have been here as an exchange student."

The close proximity was making you all nervous as you couldn't take your eyes off the handsome face of his. He looked so perfect from this close and you just wished to capture this moment in your heart forever. You were a bit scared to ask for a selfie so you pushed that idea out of your head.

"Wow that might have been tough right?"

"In the beginning yes but then I took some language classes to become fluent in the native language and it was fine after that."

Jimin nodded and said, "Well hello I am Park Jimin, I am a singer."

You laughed at the antics of him trying to make this a normal conversation between two strangers but you knew he would definitely freak out if he saw the amount of postcards you had of him. Nevertheless, you decided to play along.

"Nice to meet you Jimin. Do I know any of your songs by any chance?", you smiled, teasing him.

Jimin looked at you in shock and then doubled up in laughter as he looked at Taehyung and said, "See I knew I would vibe with her."

Taehyung who was listening to the conversation laughed too. The mood lightened as many more questions were asked and you both shared your interests and dislikes. He was shocked when he came to know that you have never been to a single Bangtan concert and promised you to send a ticket personally next time.

The conversation then went to favorite books, movies and hobbies. You loosened up a lot and shared everything as he did the same. You talked about your love for dance which was a common ground for both of you and he seemed very interested in the form of dance you knew and asked several questions about it.

Soon it was time for them to be escorted to stage. The plan was to take one member at a time. Starting in age order, Jin was the first one to be escorted. The volunteers were asked to stay in contact through their in-ear pieces. The first member reached safely to great relief and slowly the other members were escorted one by one.

When it was Jimin's turn, you got a bit nervous. You were scared to mess this up but still listened to the instructions and escorted him.

When you both were finally out of the room and walking towards the backstage, Jimin spoke suddenly.

"Don't worry _____, I will protect you.", he had a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

You rolled your eyes a bit and said, "I strongly believe it is my duty to protect you."

Jimin laughed, which lightened the mood as he patted your shoulder. You definitely would never get used to him being so friendly with you. He so easily warmed up to you and acted like you both have been friends for years now.

"By the way I forgot to ask you something.", said Jimin thoughtfully.

"What is it?"

"Who is your bias in Bangtan?"

Your brain short circuited. He knew that you were a fangirl but he shouldn't know that you are basically devoted to his postcards. You at first decided to avoid the question with an intelligent reply but knew that's not gonna work on him so you gave in.

"It's you and please don't get uncomfortable.", you were scared that he will go stiff.

On the contrary Jimin, smiled, his eyes crinkling up as he seemed very satisfied with this discovery.

Jimin was all giddy inside. He kept the façade perfectly and acted like he was just pleased with the answer despite the fact that the prettiest girl has him as her bias is something he is gonna boast about forever. Despite all this, he was too shy to ask for your number.

"So you have my picture as your wallpaper huh?", teased Jimin, still maintaining the giddiness.

You blushed profusely and nodded, reaching into your pocket to take out your phone and handing it over to him. There was indeed a picture of him smiling at the camera, probably a screenshot from one of his lives as the laugh was too candid to be a picture he clicked voluntarily.

"Wow did you take the screenshot?", Jimin was genuinely impressed.

"Yes, I did and then edited it."

"It still looks a bit blurry but cute."

You laughed, taking your phone back. As you saw ahead, you have almost reached the stage and you informed the organizers about the safe arrival. He joined his members as you stood along with your friends in the background for any help they needed. Basically you were his personal assistant for a day. Soon all the members came in and the announcements began. They were ready to go on stage as the makeup artists touched up their makeup and the volunteers including you helped them with their in-ear pieces.

You could see the atmosphere growing tense as the members nervously cleared their throat and got ready to perform while warming up. When their names were announced, the entire arena boomed with screams and cheers as you volunteers wished them luck. You looked at Jimin, indicating him a silent 'all the best' to which he nodded, smiled and winked before he followed the others.

Your friend slowly came up to you and nudged you out of your shocked state.

"Wow that was some intense level flirting I just witnessed."

You blushed and scolded her, "Shut up. He was just being nice. He is a professional."

"Looks like he wants more than just professional from you."

"No he doesn't you idiot. He is just super friendly."

You all fell into silence as you waited for any further orders. This gave you some time to think about how today went and you were grateful you decided to attend university. You saw the performance through the TV they have set up in the backstage. After three songs, they came back and while the others got ready for their next performance, Jimin was supposed to do a solo act. You helped him by handing him water and wipe off any sweat that was on his face, making sure to not remove the makeup.

Jimin got changed into a delicate white top and white jeans. He was supposed to perform a contemporary dance which was based on an angel like concept. The makeup artists added some stones around his eyes and gave him beautiful, intricate jewelry to go with the outfit. You were in awe by the way he looked unearthly.

"I think I lost you _____.", Jimin teased, snapping his fingers in front of your face.

"Well sorry that I am seeing my idol in front of my eyes in a beautiful attire."

"I am flattered actually.", laughed Jimin. He still had ten minutes before the filler performance ended and he was talking with you to keep his nerves in check. It was something about you and the way you never panicked that kept him grounded.

Then suddenly Jimin got this mischievous idea and snatched your phone out of your hand, opening the camera. You stared at him in shock as he raised the phone to perfect level and clicked few pictures. Then he asked you to sit beside him and clicked a selfie with you.

"What was that for?", you asked, still shocked.

"I didn't like the picture you had of me as your wallpaper so now you have options to choose from.", Jimin said, rather proud of himself.

You were in shock at this sudden decision he made but smiled nonetheless. Then he was called for the performance and you helped him with the devices. After everything was over, they got changed into comfier clothes and came out to officially thank the volunteers. They gave a motivating speech about how the volunteers did a great job and one by one the members thanked their assistants for the assistance they gave.

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Time skip: 2 months later.

Your POV:

You were having a busy week and the schedule was packed with exams and assignments. The pressure of scoring good and keeping your position of a good student intact was getting more and more difficult. You have finally completed 50% of your degree and the higher courses were tougher than anything. You spent most of your days in the library, studying and collecting required notes as you got ready for the finals.

After the finals you will be going on a trip with your friends to LA for few days. It was the only thing that kept you motivated. Bangtan were supposed to hold a concert there and your friends have secured some good seats there through the relatives who stay there. You were very excited to see them finally as an audience but also a tiny part of you expected Jimin to recognize you even though it wasn't something that was possible.

You still remember the event fresh as if it happened yesterday and your heart beats faster every time you think about it. You have actually used the pictures as your wallpaper and it gives you a beautiful memory to hold on to. Even if your eyes look tired in the selfie, and you have your hair up in a messy bun because of the heat, you could see your smile was genuine and that gave you some sort of comfort.

You are currently on your way back to your apartment. Yes, you have shifted to a new apartment, and you finally can experience living alone. You love staying alone at home and spending your time as you please which wasn't possible in dorms. You have also planned to get a job in Seoul itself so investing in a good apartment was the first step towards stability. Your parents flew in and helped you shift your stuffs and also buy you some new furniture that were required. The apartment is a 1 BHK flat and is cozy and perfect for one person. You like your space small and you have personalized the interior as you pleased.

You walk up to the gate and the security guard stands up to give you some parcels you have received. Your family and friends sometimes send you gifts and since it has been just a month since you shifted, the house warming gifts were still coming in.

You got into your apartment and freshened up. You grabbed some leftover food and ate that. After that you decided to open the parcels. Most of them were from friends and family as suspected but there was one parcel that had no address on it except yours. You were a bit suspicious about it. You slowly opened it to see a beautiful set of ghungroos (used in some Indian classical dances)

You had no idea who.

could have given you that because firstly, not many knew about your love for dance and secondly it is rare to find this in a foreign country. You looked inside the box to find a letter.

Dear _______,

I am really bad at writing letters so I will just say this. Hope you loved the gift. It might sound a bit stalker like of how I knew where you lived but please don't be mad at me for that. I hope you continue your dance as you said it makes you feel whole again. And this might be risky but here's my number if you want to thank me you know. (winking emoji)

(a phone number)

Yours, Jimin.

You were in utter shock as the letter slipped from your hands. Never in your wildest dreams you would have imagined this to happen. Your hands were shaking due to nervousness and excitement. You quickly grabbed the phone and put the number in. At first you contemplated as it was pretty late and you might be disturbing him so you settled on texting him instead.

You

Hello. This is _____.

You locked your phone and threw it on the sofa so that you don't stare at it like a maniac. It would be embarrassing if it were a prank from your friends. And maybe its just a wrong number they randomly put in.

Just then your phone pinged with a new notification.

Unknown Number

Hello _____. I believe you have received my gift.

You

Yes, I have. But umm is it really you? Jimin?

Unknown number

Wanna find out?

"Huh? What did he mean by that?", you said to yourself. Just then your phone starting ringing, notifying an incoming video call. You panicked slightly, brushing your hair with your hand to make yourself look presentable even though you would be disappointed if it was seriously a prank.

You answered the call, the screen lighting up but the other person's face really wasn't visible. Your assumptions of it being a prank were coming true as you squinted your eyes and said, "Well I can't see you."

"Oh sorry.", came a response and a soft light got switched on, probably a night lamp.

That's when you saw him. No it wasn't a prank. It was Jimin. Definitely Jimin. The angelic face, his cheeks red from blushing because he was embarrassed he forgot to turn the lights on. You stared in shock as your mouth opened but no words came out.

"You really thought it was a prank, right?", Jimin laughed.

You pouted a bit and said, "Well I haven't heard much cases of idols sending gifts so."

"I am not an idol though.", Jimin said in a soft voice.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"I am not an idol right now _____. I am in my room, my personal space where I am not The Park Jimin. I am simply Jimin. The Jimin who is shy and keeps to himself. The Jimin only his family members and close ones know about."

You were in utter shock as the words slowly settled in. Yes he wasn't an idol right now. He is simply someone who wants you to be in his personal world. The world where he doesn't have to keep a façade on. You smiled, genuinely and thanked him for allowing you to be his friend.

Jimin asked you again to continue dancing and send him videos once in a while. You kept the phone on a stand and wore the ghungroos to show him how they are tied and how they look.

"They are very heavy though. Are you comfortable?"

"Yes Jimin. I have worn heavier ones."

The moment you put them on, you felt like a happy kid again, who first fell in love with dancing. You danced a bit, reminiscing the lessons you once learned and were shocked that you can still dance well. When you finally came out of your own tiny bubble you realized that you have kept Jimin on call. You picked up the phone.

"Sorry. I got too engrossed in it."

"Its fine. I loved watching you dance. You looked so beautiful."

You will never get used to how he compliments so effortlessly. You blushed but decided to tease back.

"You shouldn't give out compliments so easily. People might think that you like them."

Jimin laughed at your fired up demand and said, "Well I only compliment people whom I like so."

You thought you glitched because you definitely heard that wrong or didn't get the meaning correct.

"Huh? W-What do you mean?"

"Gosh you are dumb ____. I like you. I have liked you since the day I saw you. I couldn't muster up the courage to ask you then and so this is my way of asking you to go on a date with me."

You were definitely gonna faint because Park Jimin was asking you out but then you realized that this isn't the idol image that is talking, it is his real human feelings that he spoke and you kind of hated yourself for fangirling in this situation.

"I will go on a date with you but we have to first know each other more than an idol and a fan for us to make it official. Because I have been your fan for so long and I don't want that to create a heart eye filter whenever I see you. I need to learn who you are as a person first. Is that okay?"

"Yes! Perfect. I will make sure that we get to know each other better."

"Now that this is sorted, how did you get my address?"

Jimin's eyes bulged open in shock as he blushed a little and ducked his head in the pillow.

"Oh umm yeah so you booked VIP tickets for our LA concert, right?", he said rather carefully.

"Yes?"

"You put your address there for the tickets to arrive at your house. I saw your name on the list and asked the staff members for the address saying that you are my school friend who I lost contact with."

"That was definitely stalker like Mr. Park Jimin.", you laughed, teasing him about it.

"A man was desperate okay. You looked so pretty that day that I was so excited when I saw your profile there."

You were actually pleased and smiled. You both talked till late night and decided to meet for a date soon.

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Author's note: I hope you all liked this oneshot. Please ignore any sort of typos or grammatical mistakes. I am thinking of more plots to post in future. Please do comment down ideas. I would love to have some scenarios that I can use in future stories.

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iscopeeee · 2 months ago

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dumping a bunch of baldi's basics handcanons yay

mainly NULL and Baldi but a couple others as well (mostly under a cut because this turned out way longer than i thought it would be)

NULL;

aroace, accepts any pronouns, gender apathetic. basically this

experiences chronic pain and chronic fatigue as a result of his corruption. sometimes feels phantom pains where his arms should be

also experiences brain fog and memory issues from the corruption, which contributes to his rambling speaking pattern.

is completely blind out of his right eye, left eye is ok

even without the brain fog he's just very Not Good at communicating I think. they're definitely the type to ramble on for hours and go on a bunch of tangents and still leave you with no idea what they're talking about

can't eat because well. no mouth. luckily he doesn't really need to eat to live because its videos game but that banana on the desk has been taunting him for years

can somehow still pick things up despite not having any hands. maybe he has sort-of invisible arms homestar runner style? don't question it

not really a headcanon as such but i prefer writing his name in all caps (NULL) like in the title of NULL style because i think its swaggy

can't remember her "real" name from before it was corrupted and left him with NULL. can't really remember much at all from before the corruption, actually. Tries not to think about it. (keep bottling those emotions up NULL, nothing bad could possibly happen :DDDD )

doesn't hate Baldi and the others exactly, but definitely holds some sort of resentment for them being granted "freedom" in a way he doesn't have. generally doesn't think about them much and considers them less important ("i'm smarter than baldi") because they aren't entirely "real". also pities some of them in a way. his feelings are very conflicted and complicated

very low empathy, high compassion. struggles to understand others emotions/perspectives and can be kind of blunt and insensitive, but genuinely cares a lot about the player's safety and doesn't want what happened to him to happen again

would probably swear but can't - the game stops him. thats why he keeps saying shit like "jeepers" instead

Baldi!!!! :D

he/him bi trans man

obviously his super hearing is well known, but i think his eyesight is a bit below average. he needs to wear cute little half-moon reading glasses like homer simpson when grading his students' papers

has misophonia something fierce because of his sensitive hearing. someone get this man some noise cancelling headphones stat

autistic - special interests are mathematics and engineering. wanted to be an inventor as a kid but unfortunately there isn't much of a market for 2 metre tall "math machines" so he studied to become a math teacher instead

the way his mouth breaks and clips in on itself when he frowns - i think this is because his model literally wasn't built to be able to frown. he's a silly goofy teacher from a kid's edutainment game, why would he ever need to make any expression other than smiling? i think he has problems with feeling like he isn't "allowed" to feel any emotion other than happiness and tries to bottle up any and all negative emotion in favour of constant overbearing positivity, which leads to his angry outbursts when he can't hold it in anymore (maybe he and NULL have something in common after all...)

kinda stealing borrowing this from this post by @/quantitative4rts but baldi definitely loses his speech when he's upset, particularly when sad or angry. he "can't allow himself" to speak negatively and struggles to find words when overwhelmed so he just says nothing. this is why he is completely silent when chasing the player despite being very talkative otherwise

kinda bad at spelling and grammar. makes lots of typos when writing. if he ever needs to write any important paperwork the principal has to proofread and correct it for him every time

dating both the principal and dr. reflex. baldi has two hands

body is made out of a kind of hard plastic - joints and other moving parts are a softer, more rubbery material. has no internal organs - if you cut his torso open it would just be full of #FF0000 red paint

the player/the user

tbh i have two different "versions" of the player in my mind. first is the player as a character - a curious and naive young child who goes to here school to learn math, which i usually represent with the fanon brown hair teal clothes design. then there's the user, which is literally just a direct representation of the real person playing the game - i use the capsule collider for this.

the player is they/them nonbinary. the user's identity constantly changes based on who is currently playing the game. thousands of people could be occupying the user's body at once.

how do these two different versions coexist? they dont! but also do. Don't question it

the user has no personality or identity outside of the person/people controlling it. it's literally just an untextured cylinder whose purpose is to provide people with a way to interface with the game. it is an empty husk with no agency of its own.

the player has dyscalculia, which is abstractly represented by the jumbled/glitched math problems in baldi's classic/remastered. they try their best but genuinely do just struggle a lot with understanding math. honestly i could go on a whole ramble about how baldi's basics could be taken as an allegory for how nightmarish the school system can be for kids with learning disabilities and other disabilities but that's a different post methinks

Dr. Reflex (🐀)

his eyes on his actual model in game are slightly misaligned if you look so i like to draw him with a "lazy" eye

he/they gay man. doesn't actively identify as genderqueer or anything but he doesn't consider himself totally 100% man all the time.

sort of. a pseudo-scientific quack lol. he isn't doing it to scam people out of money or anything, he's purely in it for the love of the game and hitting people with hammers. maybe here school should've hired someone with an actual medical license

autistic - special interest for the nervous system as a whole, but particularly interested in reflexes.

VERY attached to routine - is very particular about the way his sick bay is set up and follows the same routine every day without fail. this is part of the reason he gets so upset when people leave his tests early - it's not what's "supposed" to happen

probably objectum. you know he smooches that hammer

doesn't mind at all when people compare him to a rat - rats are his favourite animal :B he just thinks they're cute

has a lot of morbid curiosity around blood and guts and such - wanted to be a surgeon but flunked out of medical school :( the principal won't let him have any sharp objects for his medical tools so his hammer will have to do

had a crush on baldi for a long time before they started dating

Is full of squishy red and pink clay and can kinda just form himself back together if injured. None of these freaks have normal biology

#bbieal #baldi's basics #baldis basics #null #bbieal null #filename2 #baldi #princibaldi #baldiflex #dr reflex #dr. reflex #bbieal player #biting them biting them

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☾ ━━━ PAIRING: SEUNGMIN X FEM READER FUCKING IN A LIBRARY

☾ ━━━ CONTENT: SMUT, EATING HER OUT, FINGER PLAY, CHAIR SEX, CALLS YOU DARLING (I think that’s it)

☾ ━━━ 18+!! Unless you wanna be a bit risky..

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Seungmin is not one to sit there and look at books. Or papers. Seungmin doesn't like to study, he's not had much experience with it in the first place. Thursday afternoon, sitting at the library desks trying to study, thinks about how dumb he really is. he reads his textbook and… God, he is fucking stupid, since he did not pay attention in biology class, nor is he even sure they teach that in biology class and there is nothing that Seungmin hates more than being called stupid. Then his thoughts came to you. He’d see you stare at him in class and in the hallways a lot, and Seungmin interprets your stares. But he doesn’t really know how he feels about you. Seungmin generally likes you, even though you are a bit scary, he has to admit, or maybe that's the appeal. So Seungmin just has to sit back and relax and simply take it because, apparently, that's what he gets for not studying his entire life.

A loud smack of books wakes Seungmin from his peaceful afternoon nap - one that he has really earned this time around, he managed to look through his study notes for a full 20 minutes during his lunch break! Disoriented, Seungmin raises his head to make out his location and what year he is in. Slowly, Seungmin recognizes you, in the book isle.. checking out some books. He knew you always liked reading. He slowly gets up, a quick glance in the isle. Seungmin furrows his brows and shakes his head. Why would he even go up to you? Pfft. What a dummy. But Seungmin froze when he heard you call his name. He turned around and saw you with your arms crossed and staring right at him. A few seconds pass until Seungmin finally realizes that he hasn’t said anything yet, and his mouth forms an 'o'-shape. Thinking of what to say. “Oh sorry. I was just STARING AT YOU” like.. no…

“Sorry," he says and sheepishly scratches the back of his head, then steps aside.

"It's fine, really" you stare at him before walking deeper into the isle of books.

"May I follow you?" Seungmin asked.

You nod and he manages to follow you into the isle, deeper and deeper where no one else was. You sit at an empty table and take out a few books from your backpack and some of the ones you just found. You glance at him and see Seungmin in a pair of sweatpants hanging low on his hips. You see he’s dressed quite messy. As mentioned, he is generally unable to properly focus on his studies, but today, it's exceptionally bad. Because normally he’s always dressed so well. Of course, you'd notice.

"Seungmin, are you okay?" There's worry in your eyes – a sight Seungmin has not seen. Ever.

"What..?” He said confused.

You rolled your eyes. “You’re dressed like a mess..” you reply.

Then he lets out a sigh. “I'm fine, just tired," he mumbles, eyes unfocusing as he stares ahead.

"Yeah, you are? Why?"

Seungmin’s tired mind cannot question why you suddenly seem so interested in his well-being. He also doesn't put any meaning into why you're scooting closer to him, your forearm accidentally touching his.

"I studied during my lunch break," Seungmin informs you, a little, proud smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

Something tingles inside his chest as you carefully place your hand on his arm.

“Well you should continue. I heard your grades are dropping.”

Seungmin sighed and got up to grab his stuff. He came back and placed it down and sat beside you. As he looks over at you, you smile at him, and he notices your gaze flickering down to his lips for a second. Seungmin’s mind suddenly snaps out of its hazy state and works on overdrive. He might be the type to vibe, the type to just let things play out, but he'd be damned if he didn't notice when someone likes him like that. A few moments pass, and you sit back, then pat your hand against your book to remind him to continue to study. Seungmin groans, admittedly a little dramatically and unreasonably erotic, brushing a hand through his hair to flex his biceps right in front of your face. You seem unimpressed.

"Well, fuck me," he chuckles deeply, the rasp in his voice more evident than usual due to his nap. It's then when you tense, he notices from the corner of his eye. Oh. Okay. So it's the voice? "I'm really glad you let me be here with you.." He purrs, throwing in a little praise to get you extra bothered, and you simply breathe out nervously.

"Heh, no worries," you brush him off. Seungmin decides that, for now, he's made you suffer enough and keeps quiet. Instead, he focusses on his studies, although he's already planning his next step to terrorize you.

"Seungmin, focus-"

"No, I get what I have to do, the contents just won't stay in my head." Seungmin reasons, his voice unusually, but not by chance, He is not stupid. He does understand how this works. It's just that it doesn't make sense, and that is surely not his fault.

"Are you stup-" you start, but shut your mouth before you're even able to call him the dumbest fucker you've ever crossed paths with. Seungmin inhales sharply.

Oh, oh, you're lucky he is patient, and you're lucky he knows that as soon as he growled a few dirty words into your ear, you'd slam your upper body on this table, without regards of caution, pushing your panties down under your skirt and begging him to take you right there - or at least, that's what he imagines.

"God," he groans as deeply as he can, stretching his arms over his head, "I guess I'm just a little" - he throws in a little moany sigh - "a little distracted today.""A-are you?"

You nod, biting your lip subconsciously. Seungmin looks at you without moving his head.

"Why?"

"Well, just stuff, you know?" Seungmin enjoys how the rumble in his voice makes his throat and - obviously - you feel.

"There's just a lot, going on. Like big... big stuff. Stuff that just keeps coming and coming, in and out, just like that. Ugh, I wish I could just let all this frustration out you know, all this pent up stuff." He watches for your reaction.

Unmistakably, your hand holding your book in a relaxed manner mere seconds ago now desperately grasps the pages until your knuckles turn white, your breathing is uneven and loud. Seungmins favorite reaction to him ever: you're pressing your thighs together. Oh, how Seungmin loves himself a good reaction like this.

"Big stuff, huh?" Your voice trembles as your nervous eyes search for his. "H-how big?"

"Oh, really big. Just really fucking big," Seungmin confirms with a slight smirk.

He loves how you just fold easily like that. One second, you're over there feeling superior on your little throne of knowledge that Seungmin lacks, and the next, you're making a little mess in your panties just because Seungmin so much as spoke. Absolutely incredible. People should start calling him "the rizzler".

"I think-" you clear your throat, "I think I should go then..?"

Seungmin smiles to himself as soon as you turn away to pack your stuff into your backpack. His slender fingers toying with his pen, inevitably drawing your attention to the movements.

"Already?""Mhm."

You stare a second too long, gulp, then hastily stuff your belongings into the big compartment of the backpack, Seungmin listens to the sweet melody of stressed breathing and papers crunching. As amused as he is, he decides that it is time for the big reveal.

"Keep it in your pants, baby" he looks over, his eyebrow halfway raised, and stops rocking back and forth and fiddling with the pencil as you freeze in your tracks and stop packing.

"What?" Slowly, you turn your head to look at him. "So you know?" You manage to squeak.

Seungmin smugly pushes his tongue into his cheek. He loves how you're basically vibrating out of nervousness.

"Oh, I know."

You sigh, hands finally letting go of your stuff and motioning defeat. He wonders what's going on in your mind right now. Are you afraid he's going to call you out? That he's going to make fun of you? That he's going to call you a needy slut and send you home? Or are you wondering if he's going to give you what you want? Seungmin loves this game. That's why he decides to make your situation a little more miserable.

"I also know that you think I'm stupid," he explains calmly, trying his best to no longer show any excitement, smugness, or any emotion whatsoever on his sharp facial features to really confuse you.

Well, that's what you're getting for (almost) calling The Kim Seungmin stupid. Just a little payback, is all. He's not going to go so far and make you cry. No, no, Seungmin can't handle when people cry, much less so if it's because of him. Nevertheless, your breath hitches. Oh, you're fully aware that he didn't like you calling him that at all.

"I'm sorry-" you start, back facing Seungmin’s form, but Seungmin is not here for it. He has gotten what he wants. Seungmin feels as powerful as he imagines a lion to feel, like, every day.

"Dumb fucks good," he simply states, just putting it out there, throwing it into the room for you to do with that statement whatever you like. Seungmin’s mind is already satisfied, his ego stroked because he's just proven that he isn't dumb. Although... he wouldn't mind a little diddling because, if he's being honest, you're hot as fuck and seeing you react to him in this way- well, he's also just a man!

"What?" You probably think you must've terribly misheard him as you whip your head around to face the confident Seungmin smugly leaned back in his chair.

Your eyes meet his, and he is sure that you now realize that, no, you definitely did not mishear him. That was exactly what he said. In the blink of an eye, Seungmin feels your presence on his lap, a last final look into his eyes before he feels your lips against his, desperately chewing away the remaining air separating his spit from yours. It's messy, lips colliding, too much teeth and tongue, but it's all raw and desperate. Seungmin gets the vibes that you may have had some pent up want for him, but that's honestly the last clear thought he can muster before you grind your hips against his. A deep groan escapes Seungmin’s lips, inevitably echoing against your own quiet gasps that just turn louder with every movement of your hips, your hands frantically trying to touch him everywhere at once to the point where he has to grab your arms and pull you back. His hands go up your skirt, touching your panties. He can feel they are getting wet. He glides his fingers along it, Your eyes, wide. And confused, but somehow lidded and hazy at the same time struggle to take in Seungmin in front of you.

Yes, he is aware of the effect of his siren eyes. For another moment, he simply enjoys seeing how destroyed you look already, but honestly, there is just one thing on his mind.

"I'm gonna eat you out," he informs, waiting for you to nod frantically, whine and scramble off his lap for him to keep his promise.

And you do, allowing Seungmin to grab your waist with his large hands and lift you onto the table. Of course, he can't resist getting another taste of your lips, almost losing himself in the soft pillows that frame your pretty mouth, but the hardness creating a tent in his sweatpants reminds him that he should possible attend a little lower.

Hence, he kisses his way over your cheek towards your jaw, then over your neck and down your collarbones. Seungmin is not sure what your opinions on love bites are, so he just hopes you can remember him being right here and here and here even without visual proof, he can save that for next time. Okay, Seungmin admittedly was not able to hold himself back completely, his teeth only gently nipping at your skin on his way down. He simply hopes for the best, but your sounds seem to imply that you do not mind him one bit. Instead, you sound as if you wouldn't mind him taking a few bites more. Impatient as you are, you assist Seungmin in pushing your shirt out of the way, the straps of your bra automatically falling down your shoulders to reveal more of you to his hungry eyes. And as much as he would like to spend hours playing with your chest, he keeps it down to a minimum, kissing the soft flesh while gently pushing the remaining material out of the way for better access.

His lips wrap around a nipple, his hands meanwhile busy with massaging the other and carefully holding your waist. God, Seungmin loves boobs. But he might love the way your fingers comb through his hair and gently pull on it a bit more even. Finally, the time has come, and Seungmin kneels down on the floor. Pushing your skirt up, smirking at the wetness on it. His hands caressing your thighs, he creates eye contact with your eyes glazed over by lust and want. He wants to tease you more, make you wait, maybe make you beg even, but he just feels too hungry to keep waiting. His fingers hook into the hem of your panties, pulling them down your legs as quickly as possible before spreading your legs and groaning in anticipation.

Okay, maybe Seungmin feels a little tingle, and maybe that is not a horny tingle, but that's something to worry about later, if ever. Right now, he has a mission: dive in. So that's what he does, He goes down on his knees, looking at your eyes, then your clit. You laid back on the table.. just waiting for it. Obviously, planting a careful kiss right on your clit to wait for your reaction. And you do not disappoint, gasping slightly at the first sensation before getting louder and bolder the more Seungmin tastes you. His tongue gently parts your folds, getting a first taste of your juices. You basically cry out as his tongue prods at your hole, carefully easing its way inside to caress your walls. Automatically, your hands fly to his hair, gently pulling at the roots to find a way to ground yourself, the feeling assumingely overwhelming, Seungmin thinks, not to brag, but-Seungmins eyes roll back at a particularly hard tug at his hair, paired with the way your hips grind closer until you're basically riding his face. Seungmin’s fingers grab hard at your thighs, loving the way the soft flesh feels in his hands. To experiment a little more and, first and foremost, to get more rewarding reactions out of you, he lets his mouth wander back up to your clit, gently sucking the nub between his lips, his tongue carefully flicking as not to overwhelm you.

At the same time, a fingers sneaks its way over to circle your entrance. Seungmin loves taking in the pleasure written all over your face. He might not admit it, but he loves this kind of praise much more than verbal praise because your body really can't lie. He can literally taste how good he is at this. He finally pushes his finger inside, loving how the wetness and muscle contractions are basically pulling him deeper and deeper until past his second knuckle.

“Shh.. darling.. people will hear us..” Seungmin whispered. Then he feels around a little, trying to find the spots that seem to appeal to you the most, watching carefully how you react to each and every flick of his wrist. Although, he feels that one finger is not enough to prepare you for the rest of him, so he adds another, massaging them into the spot that seems to be making you see stars with the way you grip his hair even tighter and mutter something he interprets as a warning that you're about to cum. Keeping his pace, he successfully sends you over the edge, letting you ride out your high on his tongue before removing his lips, only getting his fingers massage the last clenches out of you. Looking up he realizes you look, respectfully, wrecked, with your chest heaving, your hair a little messy and your eyes hazy and glossy, parted lips asking for his. And who is he to deny them, as he leans in to allow you to taste yourself. You seem to like it. Pulling back after a while, he looks at you. You look so happy and relaxed like he's never seen before. For some reason, it reminds him of the weight in his pants that he suddenly feels the need to inform you about.

"You make me so hard," Seungmin says lowly, carefully taking your hand to prove it to you, "feel." It's more your hand guiding his with how fast you reach down to feel him, eager to touch the outline of him through the sweatpants.

And as if you're getting paid to stroke Seungmin’s ego even more, you gasp at his size. Seungmin can't help but smirk, of course, who wouldn't?

"Big stuff, huh?" You repeat your words from earlier, but this time no longer nervous, but cheeky as you bite your lip playfully.

Oh, how Seungmin would love to make you choke on his dick right now, just a little, and in a loving matter, but he's honestly waited long enough and he really just needs to be in you right now. And besides, Seungmin is more in his giving,receiving era. Instead, he grins. And he feels like there is something more. Seungmin smiled and pulled you into a kiss, picking you up by the thighs and bringing you back down on his lap. He said on the chair again, kissing you passionately. Impatiently, you tug at his pants, successfully moving them a millimeter. Seungmin helps you push his pants further down until it pools around his ankles. You giggle. Damnit, Seungmin. Why are you so hot. Seungmin mentally scolds himself, a good amount of his previously earned smugness flying out the window. Instead, he gives you kind of a sheepish look.

"I don't mind," you assure, tugging at his boxers next, "it's actually relieving to be reminded that you're still the cute, dorky Seungmin and are not possessed by a sex demon."

“I don't fucking care. Just get these boxers off and have sex with me!"Seungmin does not need to be told twice, only a piece of fabric shielding his balls from the outside world.

"God, fuck," you let out, and Seungmin chuckles at your reaction to his naked lower half,

"come here. Please."

You scoot closer and Seungmin moaned. The feeling of your thighs and clit against his dick, And you start to beg him with your eyes. Seungmin wastes not another second, aligning himself with your hole and slowly pushing forwards, making you bounce up a little. Your eyes roll back as he enters you, causing you to hold onto him for dear life as he inches inside, filling you completely. His hands trail your skirt, pulling it upwards. Exposing your thighs and ass. And he softly squeezed it. God, must your walls hug him so perfectly? Must you be so unbelievably wet just for him? Must you make these sounds? Seungmin feels like he doesn't want to be inside anyone else ever again.

"I feel like I don't want to inside anything else ever again." How did that get out there? You chuckle, and have the nerve to pinch his cheek, as if he wasn't balls deep buried inside you right now.

"You're so cute." Cute?! Seungmin will show you cute. He grabs your jaw, admittedly still gently, and makes you look at him as he pulls almost all the way out until his tip catches at your entrance.

"Cute?" And he pushes in all the way all at once. You moan, the feeling too much, too intense for you to still keep your eyes open.

Helplessly, you cling to Seungmin’s body as he repeats the action 4 more times before setting a steady rhythm, angling his hips in a way that should stimulate the spot you liked so much earlier. With your mouth hanging open and your eyebrows scrunched, you look like the prettiest thing Seungmin’s ever seen. He wants to see you drool, watch you completely lose your mind over nothing else but his cock. At the same time, he is surprised how good it feels. Well, not surprised that it feels good, but that it feels abnormally good, like he's about to nut in the next minute or so. Hopefully, he's able to coax another high out of you before that.

"What was it that riled you up so much earlier? My voice?" He growls, and you as much as whimper in return.

"Yeah, like it that my voice is so seductive?" You nod pathetically. "Cute.""Seungmin- 's so good."

"Yeah, am I fucking you good?" Seungmin grins and you nod weakly, struggling to keep your eyes open.

He really shouldn't be the one talking big because honestly, he feels like if u moan one more time, if ur walls clench around him one more time, he is going to lose it. Something about this entire situation is just super surreal to him, or maybe it's simply you that is the reason for his premature high that is coming for him with fast steps.

"Fuck, baby," he groans, kissing your cheek before whispering, "can I please cum inside?"

"Shit, y-yes," you confirm, nodding quickly as you fight your hardest battle to keep your eyes open, focused and on the man that's currently grinding his tip into your sweet spot.

Seungmin feels like he loves you. He also feels like he's loosing his grip on reality, which is why he grabs your hips harder than before, using his strength to really slam his hips into yours with force, drowning his thoughts with the sounds of your moans. There is nothing on his mind except for you, you, you, and the primal need to make you his.

"Please," he groans, not quite sure what he's begging for, but it doesn't really matter in the end, does it?

All that matters is that Seungmin’s ears catch the way you're begging him to cum for you, to fill you up, to please, please finish inside. He is not going to deny you that wish. His hips stutter, his mind goes numb as he feels his muscles tighten and contract, releasing deep inside you. The feeling spreads in his body, feeling high and happy with such a forceful orgasm like this one. Everything after is just a blur in his mind, he just remembers realizing that you didn't cum a second time, and he wouldn't be Seungmin if he kept it that way.

That's why he found himself putting you back on the table, going into his knees seconds after pulling out, sucking your clit back into his mouth, tasting his own release that's threatening to drip out if it wasn't for his fast fingers pumping in and out of you to push you over the edge. It doesn't take long until you do, orgasm fueled by the lewd action of Seungmin eating his own cum out of you, he assumes.

Somehow, you two end up in his bed after a romantic drive to his house, mostly because Seungmin is a cuddler, partly because he’s is not able to let you go yet. Or ever. Who knows. Maybe he’ll never ever let you go..

The end!

(Unless you want a part two on what happens at his house..)

#skz #seungmin #kim seungmin #smut #stray kids

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