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fan-fiction-kitty · 4 years ago

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hi !! I love u and all ur writings sm 🥺💕

if it's not too much trouble can I ask for a shuichi x female reader nsfw ? she becomes curious and ask shuichi if they could try 'it' together ? w a bottom reader pls ! <3

I had way too much fun writing this. I just love Shuichi so much. He deserves headpats. Also I’m glad you like my writing!! Thank youuuu <3

Warnings: Loss of virginity, female reader, NSFW

Words: 1,883

Genre: Fluff, smut

“Ah… umm… wait, can you… can you repeat that?” Shuichi stuttered, avoiding your serious gaze. Upon seeing his adorable flustered face, all of your courage had vanished.

“Never mind. It wasn’t too important.” you replied.

The two of you were cuddled up in your bed, a TV show you’d both seen before playing in the background. Shuichi loved to cuddle you and give you attention, but without the noise of the TV, he tended to fall asleep. However, upon hearing you say what he thought you just said, he grabbed the remote and shakily paused the show.

“No I heard what you said, y/n, I just wanted to make sure I heard it right,” he sat up a little and finally looked at you. “You want to… umm… y’know… with me?”

“Shuichi, sex isn’t a dirty word. You’re allowed to say it.”

“I know, it’s just that I’ve never done it before and- well- wait, have you?” he asked. He was tense, but you couldn’t tell if he was nervous, excited, or both.

“No, I haven’t. So, do you want to?”

“Like… right now?”

“If you want to, yeah,”

He looked at you, seemingly trying to decide what to say next. He was blushing like crazy. You had to hold back your little squeal of adoration- god, why did he have to be so cute? Despite this, you were nervous too. You could feel your own cheeks heating up.

Without warning, Shuichi kissed you. He did so with such force that your teeth clicked together. You made a noise of surprise and he backed away.

“Wait, did I do that wrong?” he asked, shyly cupping your cheek.

“You just took me by surprise is all,”

“Sorry… umm,”

He leaned down to kiss you again, this time with a little more warning. The two of you had kissed before, but you could feel that Shuichi was trying to do something different. His tongue was softly poking at your lips but you weren’t sure what he wanted until he gave your bottom lip a nibble and managed to slip his tongue into your mouth.

You shivered as his tongue flimsily explored your mouth. Poor boy had no idea what he was doing, but neither did you so you just let him take the lead. With your lips still locked, he guided you down to the bed and crawled on top of you. One of his hands slipped under your shirt to grip loosely at your bare waist.

He released his hold on your lips, a trail of saliva still connecting the two of you.

“C-can I?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you replied. You weren’t really sure what he was asking to do, but you’d decided at this point to just trust him to do what he wanted. You knew he’d never hurt you.

He tried to pull your button-up shirt over your head without unbuttoning any buttons.

“Wait, hey!” you whined. The shirt was stuck around your neck and you knew with any more pressure, the buttons would probably pop off. “Shuichi, the buttons!”

“Oh! Right…” he said. He pulled down your shirt, unbuttoned a few buttons, then tried again. This time, the shirt came off smoothly.

You gazed up at him, giggling.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m just a little excited is all,” he said, blushing and ogling your bare midriff. You suddenly felt very exposed.

You reached up to unbutton his jacket. You were only able to unbutton one button before he undid the rest and pulled it off. You helped him out of his undershirt and before you had time to look at his chest, he started trying to pull your bra off.

“Shuichi, there’s a clip in the back, you just have to-” before you could finish, he’d managed to pull it over your head. “-that works too, I guess.”

He leaned down to give you a soft kiss, his hand gently squeezing one of your breasts. His delicate touch made your heart flutter and you moaned quietly into his mouth. He moved to press kisses up and down your neck. His hips started grinding into yours and you could feel how hard he was through his pants. You ground back up into him, his bulge hitting your clit in just the right way.

“Am I doing okay?” he asked quietly, his hand moving to your skirt.

“It feels nice, so I think so,” you replied breathily.

“I watched this… video… once so I’m just trying to do what they did,” he admitted. You almost burst out laughing at the thought of your sweet, timid Shuichi watching porn.

You managed to hold in your laugh but an amused breath left your lips.

“Don’t laugh! I was curious!” he responded. You felt him smile against your neck. You gave him a tight hug, savoring the feeling of his warm skin against yours.

“Just do what comes naturally, Shuichi.” you assured him.

He pulled back to take off your skirt and panties, leaving you completely nude in front of him. You unbuttoned his pants and watched, amused, as he struggled to kick them off without getting off the bed. Eventually he got them off and you hooked your fingers around his underwear.

You hesitated in pulling them down, giving him a look to ask for permission. He blushed and looked away but didn’t give any indication that he wanted to stop, so you pulled them off and tossed them away. His erection sprung free and you tensed up a little at his size. You weren’t really sure how big penises were supposed to be but it intimidated you to think about it being inside of you. He was certainly bigger than your fingers.

Shuichi sat himself between your legs and you reached down to wrap your hand around his shaft. He shivered. His cock was warm and seemed to fit in your hand perfectly. Slowly, you began to stroke up and down, watching as Shuichi’s eyes squeezed shut. You sped up a little, but jolted away when you felt it move. It could move?

“It moved!” you nearly shouted, earning a laugh from Shuichi.

“Yeah, it can do that,” he replied. You watched as he made it move again.

You hesitantly reached forward again but Shuichi grabbed your hand and pushed it back to the sheets.

“Can I touch you?” he asked timidly.

“Of course,”

He brought two fingers down to rub at your labia, right above your opening. You flinched and he pulled back, confused.

“Here, let me show you,” you reached forward and held his hand, putting it on your clit. “That’s the most sensitive part.”

“Th-thanks,”

He rubbed small circles on your clit. You tensed up from pleasure and resisted the urge to buck up into his hand. With his other hand he slipped his middle finger into your vagina. You bit your lip and let out a quiet moan. He began to finger you slowly and you could feel every bone in his finger as it slid in and out of you. He added a second finger and-

“Ow!” you squeaked.

“Oh no!” he exclaimed back, pulling his hands away from you. “What happened?”

“You’ve got really long fingernails!”

“Well, I wasn’t exactly planning to… ummm…”

You laughed and sat up to give him a reassuring kiss. Your walls were slightly sore from being scratched.

Shuichi smiled and guided you back onto the bed, crawling over you to give you another heated kiss.

“Can I put it in now?” he asked.

You nodded and kissed him one more time before he pulled away and lined his cock up with your entrance. He pushed the tip and you winced slightly. It felt like your walls were being ripped apart, like a muscle that was stretched too far.

“Are you okay?” he asked sweetly.

“Yeah, just go slow,” you replied.

He shoved his cock in a little more and you sighed, trying to relax. It hurt, but definitely not as bad as you thought it would. He inched in a little more and you figured out that it hurt less when he moved.

“Thrust in slowly, it hurts more when you’re still,” you told him. He did as you said and the pain started to slowly fade away.

The two of you met eyes for a moment and you could see that he was yearning for more. You held out your arms to him and he leaned over, burying his head in the crook of your neck and thrusting a little faster.

He hit a spot inside of you that sent sparks up your entire body and you moaned out. He started moving a little faster and found a nice, steady rhythm that wasn’t too fast and wasn’t too slow. You squeezed him in your arms, overcome with love and pleasure. You couldn’t imagine letting anyone else do this to you.

“I love you,” you breathed out. You nuzzled your cheek against his.

“Gh- I love you too, y/n,” he replied, his voice rough. He lifted his head and gave you a sloppy kiss that you couldn’t quite focus on.

You reached one hand down to rub at your clit fervently. Shuichi was starting to falter a bit and you wanted to cum at the same time as him. He was speeding up, his thrusts getting deeper and deeper, hitting against a spot inside of you that kind of hurt. You didn’t want to stop him and ruin his high, though.

With a few more deep thrusts, his hips hit yours.

“Too deep-ow!” you gasped, but he was gone. His hips stuttered as he came, letting out adorable little noises. You felt his semen seep out of him and fill up your insides with warmth. You sped up your movements on your clit, feeling your own orgasm getting close as well.

You let out a noise somewhere between a moan and a squeal as you came, your body shivering and twitching around Shuichi. He continued to move slowly inside of you, letting you come down from your high. Your entire body felt warm and fuzzy.

Shuichi collapsed on top of you. Your nose was buried in his shoulder. God, he was heavier than he looked.

“Can’t breathe,” you squeaked.

He laughed apologetically and rolled over to lay on his side, a dazed look in his eyes. He looked absolutely adorable and you couldn’t help but give him one more kiss before burying your head in his chest.

“I’m sorry I didn’t last that long,” he said.

“I mean, I didn’t last that long either, so it’s fine,” you replied. How long was sex supposed to last, anyway?

You wrapped an arm around him and nuzzled as close as you could to him. He stroked your back lovingly.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too, Shuichi.”

The two of you fell into a comfortable, sleepy silence until Shuichi lifted his head a bit.

“Hey, shouldn’t you pee? I’ve heard girls can get UTI’s if they don’t pee afterwards,” he said.

“Oh, yeah, I probably should.” you replied.

You reluctantly pulled yourself from his grasp and waddled to the bathroom. That night, not only did you discover that sex was awesome, but also that peeing after an orgasm was a pain in the ass.

I tried to make it realistic but it’s been a while since I lost my virginity so uhh... lmao

#shuichi saihara #shuichi x reader #shuichi x reader smut #drv3 shuichi #danganronpa #danganronpa v3

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fruitcoops · 4 years ago

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OHHHH WE NED SOME OREO SMUT!!! PLLLEEEEAAASSEEEE !!!!

Anon 1: Could u do Cap fucking Loops? Pretty pls with a cherry on top! 🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒🍒

Anon 2: Pls do one with Regulus walking in on coops lmao

Ask and ye shall receive! We haven’t done smut in a while...

Side note: I LOVE the term Oreo smut and would like to clarify for folks that this is the evening/ night after Jules left in the babysitting fics series! Coops certainly earned their Oreos! Sweater Weather credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for smut, praise kink, showering together

They barely made it to the couch. Remus’ mind was too foggy already to even consider the living room windows—he whined when Sirius broke away to reach up and close the blinds, and pinned his shoulders back down as soon as the sunlight dimmed. “Come on, come here,” he panted between biting kisses, cupping Sirius’ jaw in his hands and grinding down until he made him moan. “There you are.”

“God—fuck—Re, I want you.” Sirius’ hands pressed hard into the muscle of his back and he shivered as a wave of tingles washed over him. Three weeks and they had only managed a single rushed blowjob before their game. It was a miracle neither of them had popped a blood vessel.

“Lube’s upstairs.” Remus hitched the hem of Sirius’ shirt up and threw it to the side, immediately running his palms down the warm, smooth skin. He bent down to bite along Sirius’ collarbone.

“Off, off.” Sirius had his shirt halfway over his head before Remus could blink and he reached back to tug it away, drawing a harsh exhale from Sirius’ chest.

“What?”

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” A broad hand closed around the back of his neck and pulled him back down as Sirius wrapped his other arm around his waist and rolled his hips, making them both gasp. “Sweetheart, please.”

The nickname raised a million goosebumps across his whole body and he nodded, fumbling Sirius’ belt off before attempting to get his button undone with clumsy fingers. “I’m so horny I can barely think right now, holy fuck.”

Finally, the button came free, and he yanked Sirius’ jeans down his thighs as two warm palms slid down the back of his pants to cup his ass. “I missed you.”

“That’s so not fair.” His grip tightened and Remus arched into the feeling; the front of Sirius’ boxers was already turning dark with his arousal and the clear outline of his dick pressed against the tight fabric. “I love you so fucking—”

The front door flew open and someone stumbled in. “Am I late—oh, shit!”

All three of them shouted in alarm; in a flash, Remus was on the floor, disoriented and wincing as his tailbone smarted with pain. “Regulus, fuck off!” Sirius spluttered as he held the knit blanket over his entire front.

“What the hell are you doing here? Close the fucking door!”

“Sorry, sorry.” Regulus didn’t take his hand off his eyes as he stumbled backward and shut the front door. “I promised I’d say goodbye to Jules, but my interview ran long and—”

“Get out!” Sirius and Remus shouted at the same time.

“Sorry!” He blindly felt for the doorknob and ended up bumping into the end table, which he apologized to as well.

With an infuriated huff, Sirius stood up and grabbed the back of Regulus’ shirt collar, wrenching the door open and carefully guiding him onto the porch without showing the entire neighborhood his underwear. “I love you, Reg, but I’m confiscating your key if you don’t learn how to knock.”

“I did knock!”

“Knock louder!”

“Jules already left, I assume?”

Sirius closed the door and locked it. “Uncover your eyes before you walk down the steps, they’re slippery!” he called through the wood.

“Thanks!” came Regulus’ muffled reply.

Sirius trudged back to the couch and flopped facedown into the pillows with a groan. “I love you, but I’m going to murder your little brother,” Remus said from the floor as he stared at the ceiling.

“Be my guest.”

“Are you still horny? Please tell me you’re still horny.”

Instead of responding, Sirius stood up and grabbed Remus’ hand, hauling him upright into a bruising kiss that turned his knees to jelly. “Upstairs. Right now.”

Remus stuck his lower lip out and rubbed his tailbone. “My ass hurts.”

“I can fix that.” Sirius reached down and swept him off his feet into a cradlehold. “Voila.”

“Careful, I might get used to this,” Remus teased, draping his arms around Sirius’ shoulders and leaving lovebites on his neck as he walked up the stairs; they both winced when his shin hit the bannister and Sirius carefully maneuvered them through the bedroom door before dropping Remus unceremoniously on the bed.

“Distracting me while I’m carrying you up a staircase may not have been the best idea, mon coeur,” he said as he pressed his mouth to Remus’ sternum and worked his pants down his legs.

Remus smiled and stretched his arms over his head. “I’ve got faith in you.”

“For someone who was just scolding me for fairness—” A quick squeeze of his hipbones made him gasp. “—I would hope you’d be less hypocritical.”

“Lucky for me you like it, hmm?”

“I guess so.” Warm weight pressed Remus into the sheets as Sirius finally reached his face, pulling him closer until their noses bumped. “Love you.”

“Love you, too.”

“How’s your ass?”

Remus shrugged. “I mean, nowhere near as great as yours, but—”

“I meant are you okay?” Sirius laughed, pinching his ribs lightly. “You hit the floor pretty hard.”

“I’ll live,” Remus assured him with a brief kiss, licking into his mouth a bit. “Now hurry up, handsome.”

Sirius raised his eyebrows and propped himself on his elbows, just out of kissing range. “Hurry up? After three weeks of chastity? Hell no, sweetheart, I’m taking my time with you.”

A thrill raced through Remus’ belly and he ran his hands down Sirius’ sides. “Okay.”

“Yeah, you like the sound of that.” He grinned, leaning down to suck a hickey on the hinge of his jaw. “Want me to take my time? Go nice and slow?”

Remus angled his chin upward, but Sirius pulled away and he made a grumpy noise. “Not that slow.”

“Turn over.”

Captain voice!!! A small portion of his brain began throwing confetti and whooping, and he slowly turned onto his stomach, pillowing his head on his arms. Sirius waited there for a moment, straddling Remus’ waist and tracing patterns over his back; can’t make it too easy for him, he thought as he ground his hips upward.

Sirius smacked his thigh lightly. “Hey.”

“What?”

“You know what you did.”

“Do I?” Remus craned his neck to look over his shoulder and Sirius rolled his eyes.

“You always know what you’re doing. Are you going to be a brat today?”

Remus quirked an eyebrow. “Maybe I haven’t made up my mind yet.”

His gaze darkened into tarnished silver and he snapped the band of Remus’ briefs before sliding them off and dragging open kisses down his spine, vanishing from his sightline. Remus gasped as his hand dug into one side of his ass and his teeth sank into the other. “You’ve got a bruise on your tailbone.”

“Sirius,” he warned.

“I know.” The light bite turned into a gentle kiss. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I won’t. Just relax.”

Relax. I can do that. Remus settled his shoulders back into the pillow and exhaled slowly as Sirius littered his back with kisses and small bites, rubbing his thumbs in the divots on his lower back. “We haven’t been like this in a while,” he murmured, closing his eyes.

He felt Sirius smile against his shoulder blade. “We haven’t. I still want to see you, though.”

“That can be arranged.”

“Good boy.” The unexpected praise sent a jolt down Remus’ entire body and he shuddered; Sirius’ chest hitched. “That was fun.”

Remus definitely did not whine, and anyone who tried to claim otherwise had no proof. “Come on, baby.”

“I’m savoring the moment, sweetheart,” Sirius said with a smile in his voice as his breath ghosted past Remus’ ear and made his eyes fall shut. “Are you going to melt on me that quick?”

“I might.”

“Then turn over, I want to see how pretty you are.”

“I love it when you call me pretty,” Remus sighed, stretching his back as he rolled over again. His knees bracketed Sirius’ hips and he gave him a playful squeeze. “Nobody else has done that before.”

“Then everybody else is missing out.” Sirius took a deep breath as Remus drummed his fingers on his ribs and ran a palm down to slip under the elastic waistband of his underwear.

“These have been on too long. Off.”

Sirius gave him a look, but removed them all the same. “Who’s in charge here again?”

“I guess we’ll have to find out.” From the look in his eye, Remus could tell Sirius knew he was messing with him. He pushed upward in challenge, as if he was going to flip their positions, and Sirius firmly pressed his hip back down.

“It’s me.”

“Yes, Captain.” Remus bit his lower lip and saw Sirius’ eyes track the movement with a steady stare.

“You have done so much these past couple weeks while your family was here,” he said while he retrieved the lube from their nightstand. “And you were amazing with Jules, as always.”

Remus reached up and tucked a stray curl into its proper place. “Couldn’t have done it without you.”

“Maybe. But right now, your only job is to lay there and relax, alright?”

“So I get to be a pillow princess tonight?” he laughed.

“A pillow prince,” Sirius corrected as a grin tugged at the side of his mouth. “A pillow lord. I’ll get you a crown if you want one.”

“But I like doing things for you.” Remus ran his thumb under Sirius’ eye, and he leaned into the touch, kissing his wrist. “And doing things to you.”

Sirius hummed in thought, settling onto his elbows as he uncapped the lube. “Let me rephrase, then. Your only job is to lay there and take it like a good boy for me. Think you can manage that?”

Remus tilted his head back and swallowed down a moan. “Yes.”

“You don’t have to be quiet for me,” he said, making his way down the column of Remus’ throat; his hands gently guided Remus’ thighs apart and first finger slid in after a moment of resistance. Teeth scraped against the long scar on his shoulder. “Just like that, sweetheart, you’re doing so well.”

“Yeah?” Remus breathed.

“Yeah. You can get a little melty if you want, I don’t mind.” Sirius moved his finger slowly, crooking it only once before resuming his steady presses. Remus almost missed the second and pushed back into it with a low noise of approval. The heavy warmth faded from his torso and neck as Sirius sat up—one of his palms wrapped partway around Remus’ thigh, pushing it back toward his chest and using his side as a brace to keep it there.

Remus’ eyes flashed open and he gasped; his hand flew over his head to grab the headboard as his other twisted in the sheets at the new angle. Sirius added a third finger and, after a minute of adjustment, began prepping him in earnest. “Fuck, that’s good,” Remus groaned, pushing back onto his fingers.

“Easy, sweetheart, no need to rush.”

“But I want to.” Remus pried his fingers off the headboard and pulled on Sirius’ shoulder. “Come on, fuck me already.”

“Not with that attitude.”

“Please, baby?” He made eye contact with Sirius and pouted his lower lip a bit; not enough to be true puppy eyes, but just on the right side of needy that it would catch his attention.

“You’re adorable.”

“And you’re drop-dead gorgeous.” A lazy smile spread across his face when Sirius hit his sweet spot and he arched into it, pressing his knee into the side of Sirius’ ribs. Thank god for flexibility, he thought. “Yeah, like that.”

“Like that?” Sirius pushed a little higher and Remus’ jaw went slack with a huff. He nodded, feeling desperation seep in, and Sirius’ lips twitched up. “Ready?”

“Been ready for fifteen minutes, but—oh.” Remus gripped Sirius’ forearms as he began to push in; between the lube and his special talent that still drove Remus half out of his mind, the glide was smooth. “Oh, fuck, I missed this.”

“Remember to breathe, mon coeur.” Sirius’ voice sounded tight and Remus took a shaky breath that turned into a whimper when he pulled out again.

“Wait, no, come back.”

Sirius laughed, a little strained as he dropped to his elbows and pressed their foreheads together. Remus wove his hands in the soft locks on pure reflex. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“It’s so good with you every time.” The last few words came on a punched-out exhale as Sirius’ dick grazed his prostate; his leg spasmed at the feeling and he wrapped it around Sirius’ mid-back, doing his best to keep the other from sliding up as well.

“Are you sure?”

“Every time,” Remus said, firmer. “Every time, because it’s you oh my god keep doing that.”

“This?” Sirius pressed the pads of his fingers into the muscle of Remus’ lower back and ground into him, pulling a soft cry from his throat. “Good job. And you kept your leg up, too?” Remus nodded, breathless. “You’re doing so well. Remember, sweetheart, all you have to do is take it. That’s it.”

“Useful,” Remus panted. “Wanna be—wanna be good for you.”

“You don’t have to be useful to be good for me,” Sirius said softly, guiding one of his hands out of his hair to kiss his pulse point. “I always think you’re good.”

Remus gave him a playfully skeptical look. “Always?”

“Most of the time.” Sirius smiled and laced their fingers together, pressing his hand into the mattress by his head. “But you do that on purpose.”

“Looks like you’ve got me figured out.” He turned his head to the side as the next thrust made his vision speckle with black. “Need to get some new tricks.”

“Hmm.”

The pressure on his palm increased as Sirius transferred his weight and wrapped his hand around Remus’ shaft, giving him a quick tug that drew a strangled noise of surprise form him. His straight leg kicked out and nearly connected with Sirius’ ankle. “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to.”

“It’s alright, I know you didn’t.” How the fuck does he keep his voice so even? Remus shuddered and squeezed Sirius’ waist between his thighs. “God, you’re strong now.”

“ ‘m I hurting you?”

“Nope.” Sirius kissed him, gentle in contrast to literally everything else he was doing that made the bed creak and Remus unravel. “I like it. I love you.”

The words made Remus feel all syrupy, like molasses replaced the blood in his veins. “I love you, too.”

“We’re getting married in five months, sweetheart.” Sirius mouthed along his neck and jaw, paying special attention to the edges of his scars and the freckles that had mostly faded throughout the winter. “Do you know what the best part of that is?”

“Huh?”

“I’ll get to tell everyone how amazing my husband is. How pretty, and strong, and talented, and wonderful.” Remus’ chest prickled with a blush and Sirius shushed him softly, skimming his thumb over the crown of his dick until he whined. “It’s the truth, mon coeur. You always get so flustered, it’s so cute.”

“Sirius—Sirius, baby, I’m gonna come if you keep doing that.” Remus gripped his hand and slid his thigh along his side, unable to stop the trembling in his torso. Sirius’ hand was tight and quick around him and the pressure—fuck, the pressure—was deep enough that Remus could practically feel it in his throat. “Sirius, Sirius, please.”

“Any time you want, Re,” Sirius said, though his voice had become breathier. “Any time. You deserve it.”

Remus came with a gasping moan, pressing the side of his face into the pillows and flexing his fingers around Sirius’ as he arched his back. Sirius stroked him through it like the absolute sweetheart he was, and after taking a moment to collect his scattered thoughts, Remus pushed him onto his back.

His hip was a bit sore from holding his leg up for so long, but not so sore that he couldn’t ride out the aftershocks and bring Sirius over the edge as well. He ground down slowly, bringing one of Sirius’ hands up to kiss his wrist between heavy breaths. “You with me yet?” he asked into the sweat-salted skin. He pulled off his dick and laid on top of Sirius’ chest, running a hand through his hair.

Sirius muttered something unintelligible and draped his arms over Remus’ back, pulling him close enough to hug. “We rocked parenting this week,” he said after a few heartbeats of comfortable quiet.

“Damn right we did.”

“We totally deserved the last…” He cracked an eye open to glance at the bedside clock. “Hour of activity.”

“Except Regulus.”

“Except fucking Regulus, mon dieu,” Sirius laughed. “I really am going to take away his house key.”

“I think he’s going to need therapy,” Remus snorted and tossed the lube into the drawer again.

“He didn’t see anything terrible, it’s fine.” Sirius closed his eyes with a smile and tucked his face into Remus’ neck. “Hmmm, goodnight.”

“Oh, no, no, no, we’re showering.” A truly spectacular pout made him laugh. “At least, I’m showering, and you’re welcome to join me.”

The pout disappeared into a puppylike grin and Remus clambered out of bed, pulling his ridiculous fiancé along by the hand as they stumbled into the bathroom and turned on the water.

“We’ll need to buy more lube soon. We’re almost out,” Sirius said, snagging Remus’ shampoo off the bathtub ledge.

“You know that’s mine, right?”

“Yup. Turn around.”

“Every now and then I get a little bit nervous, that the best of all the years have gone by,” Remus sang under his breath as Sirius’ carefully ran a hand through his hair.

“Turn around.”

“Every now and then I get a little bit terrified, and then I see the look in your eyes!”

“Turn around!”

“Every now and then I fall apart!” they half-sang, half-shouted together.

Remus closed his eyes as shampoo began running down his forehead. “And I need you here tonight!” he belted with far more drama than strictly necessary. “And I need you more than ever!”

“And if you only hold me forever…?” Sirius trailed off slightly.

“It’s ‘and if you only hold me tight’,” Remus said, mock-exasperated. “God, Sirius, it’s like you don’t even want to be Bonnie Tyler.”

“My bad,” he laughed, kissing the back of Remus’ shoulder. “Ugh, I got soap in my mouth.”

“Thanks for washing my hair.”

“Thanks for correcting my lyrics.”

“Anything for you, love.” Remus leaned in for a kiss, making sure to keep his face out of the shower spray. He was pleasantly sore and absolutely exhausted—a good night’s sleep sounded like well-deserved perfection right about now.

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pabosontheloose · 4 years ago

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Work For You (Baekhyun)

WC: 3.0k

TW: None? Neglect?

“Baby?” Baekhyun’s loud, cheerful voice rang throughout the apartment, the sound being followed by his shoes clunking on the floor as he took them off.

“I’m in the kitchen!” you called back, one hand still stirring the hot milk inside the pot while the other was turning off the heat. From behind, Baekhyun came up and wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his chest against your back. Immediately, his cologne filled the atmosphere, easing your shoulders as he planted a light kiss on your cheek.

“Hey Cutie, whatcha makin’?” he asked into your ear, eyes peering down at the pot that had steam emitting from it.

“Some hot chocolate, I figured you’d want some after a long day. Go sit.” you asked, to grab the two cups that were on the counter. You can hear the little claps of his hands behind you as he moved to sit on at the table. Unbeknownst to you as you were carefully pouring hot milk into two mugs, he was sitting with his cheek resting on his palm, eyes hooded and lips pulled into a smile that he couldn’t stop if he tried.

He was silently observing you move around. His heart was pounding in his ears as he watched you simply place the pan into the sink and grab two spoons from the rack. When you turned around, he grinned and reached out to grab one of the two mugs in your hands so you can settle down on the chair next to him.

“How was the studio?” you asked. Your legs came up to cross themselves under the table, carefully blowing on your beverage to cool it down. He went to stir the chocolate in his cup before looking at you.

“We’re planning on recording a new solo album. We sampled a few sounds today. At some point Chanyeol came in to help out. My ass is so sore from sitting all day.” he whined a little, lips pulled out into a small pout before he carefully took a sip.

“Oh a new album? That’s so exciting! What’s it about?” you asked, leaning in. He made a motion of zipping his lips and locking it with a smile, shaking his head.

“I can’t leak that information baby, tsk tsk, you should know better than that. Let’s go cuddle on the couch.” he went to stand up and followed you to the living room where the two of you turned on the TV and set it onto a random show. Although neither of you were paying any attention as little kisses were stolen from time to time during the conversations that were had.

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From: Baek the loml 💓

- Baby do u think u can bring some lunch to the studio today?

- Manager is having all of us stay late today

- And i wanna see your pretty face before it gets dark outside 😍

From: You

- You’re just using me for my incredibly amazing cooking at this point 🙄

- But sure

- What do u want to eat?

- Also im bringing u a salad

- Bc whenever u prepare for a new album u keep saying u need to stay in shape for the performances

From: Baek the loml 💓

- Anything would be fine

- No cucumbers in the salad tho pls

- AND NO

- im not dating u bc of your cooking

- Its bc of your 🍑

- 😜

From: You

- extra cucumbers in the salad got it

- see you in a little bit!

When you arrived at the building, security allowed you to go in and the receptionist directed you to the room that Baekhyun was working in. When you arrive at the door, you can faintly hear the music lulling in the room. The rhythm of it was soothing and you were just tempted to open the door and listen but you knew he was excited for this album, so your knuckles came up to the door and knocked.

Immediately, the music was turned off and you can hear someone getting up and rushing to the door.

Baekhyun’s face lit up once he saw you and urged you into the room, giving your cheek a lingering peck. You greeted his manager who was sitting on the couch going through some of the music sheets. He got up and greeted you back then headed towards the door, saying he needed to go talk to someone regarding the tune of the song and lyrics.

You settled the bag onto his desk as the two of you sat down. He immediately went to grab the utensils before chowing down.

He, as he said, came home late that night but you didn’t mind. He did let you know about it anyway, so you were able to sleep soundly knowing he was working hard for his fans.

Several days after that were just the same. He was held back until around the same time as last night, but you had nothing to worry, he sent you a message to let you know. When he came home, he answered your conversation pieces with little hums here and there to let you know he was listening, but you knew he was tired. The shine in his eyes wasn't as bright as before. So, you found a way to fizzle out the conversation by saying you were going to brush your teeth for the night. When you came out of the bathroom, he was already knocked out on the bed. It was endearing to see him curled up, one arm stretched out to where your side was. You carefully slid next to him and could feel his hand grab onto your side as tightly as it could in its subconscious state.

This cycle continued until the “I’m going to be home late” messages stopped altogether. You just went about your day working and then cleaning the apartment before shooting him a couple of messages asking if he wanted you to bring anything so he stays healthy. He responded to the ones he could and then it was just you for the rest of the evening. No message from him about when he was able to come home.

This continued onto the next day.

And the next.

At some point, your inbox was just a string of messages from you, and a few responses here and there. But it didn’t discourage you from worrying about him. The way the door of the apartment opened later later during the night, the way he’d silently peck your cheek before moving onto the shared bed and immediately falling asleep, the way the bags under his eyes slowly got more and more prominent; Noticing all of that, and more, made you uneasy. Your brain was throwing up signals to talk to him, reach out to his members, anything to make sure that he was eating well and taking breaks.

Your messages were always read by him, but never replied to. The meals you left in the microwave for him stayed untouched and on better days they were eaten but not entirely.

This is okay, he’s going to be okay, just a few more weeks until he finalizes the album. Just a few more weeks until he’s able to come home early. Just a few more weeks until he can be in your arms again. You deal with this even if it’s difficult because you care for him so much.

You tried to ignore the loud silence of the apartment with him being gone for so long. Even the noise from the TV didn’t block out how alone you feel. You’re staring at it but the show isn’t registering, too deep in your thoughts, too tired yet unable to fall asleep until you know he’s home safe.

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Yes, you realized that he hadn’t invited you to the building, but after several weeks of not letting you know if he’s okay or if he’s been taking care of himself, you had to see for yourself. You’ve had enough of feeling his back against your own during the few hours of sleep he got when he came home, enough of sleepily watching his figure leave the apartment in the early mornings.

And it was a good day today; your design was chosen at the company you work for which was going to take your position to a new step. Also you were the 100th customer at a new coffee shop close to the apartment, so they gave you an extra cup of coffee and pastry on the house. You wanted to share the news with Baekhyun, so why not drop in to see him.

“(Y/n), what are you doing here?” was the first question that left his mouth when he saw you, eyes widening a little bit to make sure he was seeing right. His hair was all messy (you suspected from running his hair through it while trying to figure something out with the songs and schedule but you didn’t comment on it) and he looked a bit irritated. Your head tilted to the side in question as he looked over your form standing in front of him.

“I just wanted to drop by to see if you were okay. We haven’t had some time for ourselves in a while, I just wanted to make sure you were okay.” you gave him a smile. One that would usually have him melting just at the sight of it.

But he didn’t melt. Not today at least. All he could think of was that the song had to come out perfectly and your presence here was at such an inconvenient time.

“(Y/n) we haven’t had time because I’ve been busy. I’ve told you this. I can’t make a mistake on this song, okay? Please go home, I’ll be back later.” he tried to brush you off and went to shut the door but you stopped it with your elbow, causing him to look back at you.

“What time?” you questioned, keeping your voice leveled. You weren’t mad at him, but a little bit in disbelief. Here you were trying to make sure he was okay, (clearly he wasn’t since he looked exhausted as hell) and he was trying to push you away.

“What?”

“What time will you be home?”

“God, I don’t know (Y/n). Late. Please don’t wait up for me.” he sighed, scratching his temple in frustration. The action causes you to sigh too before finding the words to speak up.

“I just wanted to make sure this album wasn’t destroying your health.” you mumbled, your words not coming out as strong as you had hoped it would. He narrowed his eyes at how you phrased your sentence.

“No. The album has to be great. It has to be up to my standards. And right now, it’s still missing something. I was just about to figure it out until you interrupted. Please go home. We can talk about this later.” he replied. You let out another hard sigh before lifting your hands and giving him the coffee and pastry that you got.

“Here. I got a free order earlier and I wanted you to eat something since it didn’t seem like you were eating much at home. I’ll see you later.” you grumbled as he took the food. When he did, you quickly turned around and headed towards the elevator. Just before the doors closed, you could see him still standing at the door, staring at you, as if something clicked in his head.

You didn’t see him attempt to take a step towards the elevator too but his manager called him back into the room to finalize the lyrics. As he sat down, he opened the paper bag to see his favorite little pastry cake, and noted on the details of the cup that you got his order just right.

It was as if something knocked him on the head for him to finally understand the position he left you in for the past several weeks. He finally got a clear look in the mirror to see how dark the bags on his eyes had gotten and how his hands slightly shook when he set an alarm for 6PM on his phone under the note “Go home to my Baby”. That day he ordered a good meal during lunch, ate it all, and the thought of coming home to you gave him the drive to complete the lyrics before he was rushing to get to his car at 5:45.

Even if he knew he was in trouble, he still found the shocked look on your face amusing (and really cute but that’s for another day when you’re not passively mad at him) when he came through the door an hour later, a bouquet of your favorite flowers in one hand while the other carried a bag of take-out.

“Okay, I’m not home as late as I said I was going to be, but, I got us food.” he held up the bag, and with a smile, “And this, for you.” he held out the bouquet. You got off the couch to grab the flowers to place in a vase as he sets the bag down onto the coffee table.

The silence radiation off of you made him nervously chuckle.

“Good news, I finally nailed the song. It’s at Baekhyun standards now. Now we only have to worry about the scheduling for after it’s released but that shouldn’t be a problem.” he tried to cool you off with a few laughs here and there but when you gave nothing back, he started to worry.

“Baby?” he began, “I’m sorry for pushing you away earlier. I realized I was an asshole the moment that elevator door closed.”

“Baekhyun, that’s not the point. The point is that you got so far into your work that you start to neglect everything around you and yourself.” you finally let out after all the weeks of keeping it in for the sake of his work. He silently stared at you, the look in his eyes made you want to engulf him in the tightest hug but you held yourself strong.

“I love you but it was just so hard to see you work yourself so much for this particular album.” you sighed. You don’t notice it but the corner of his lips slightly curled up into a smile as your sentence reminded him of why he worked so hard.

“I haven’t seen you tire yourself out so much before and I was truly scared that you might pass out from the lack of sleep. What makes it so different from the other albums? It’s going to turn out so great because it’s you who made it and your amazing fans will give it the recognition it deserves and why are you smiling when I’m trying to be serious?” you asked him, voice exasperated from trying to keep your thoughts straight but seeing that smile on his face brought back the warmth within yourself.

“(Y/n), I was gonna keep it a surprise for when the album releases, but now is a good time too…” he started off, grabbing your hands and immediately intertwining with your fingers as a way to start his apology. Your eyes looked up into his in anticipation, waiting for him to continue his sentence.

“I dedicated the new album to you.” the little grin that graced his face after he said that made your heart drop.

“What?” you managed to work out, feeling mist start over your eyes as you waited for him to confirm his sentence.

“The new album that I’ve been working on...it’s dedicated to you. I’m really sorry I haven’t been giving you the attention and love you deserved. I was too focused on trying to make the song perfect so that you’d love it. But in the process of trying to make you feel appreciated through a song, I forgot to appreciate you in real life.” his voice slowly died down towards the end of his sentence. He was going to continue but before he could you launched yourself at him and buried your face in the crook of his neck. The little sniffles he heard was enough to let him know that he was forgiven and he quickly wrapped his arms around your frame, holding you closer than before.

“I’m sorry I got upset, I-”

“No baby, you don’t have to apologize at all. You’ve been trying to take care of me all this time and I took that for granted. From this point on, I’m going to give back to you as much as you give to me.” he was planting kisses on your forehead as he spoke, making sure you understood him as he spoke softly to you.

Sometime during this intimate moment, he had brought the two of you to settle down on the couch. He held you by your waist on his lap, your thighs on either side of his while you were still hugging him with your face to his chest.

“Since we’re here now, is there anything I can do to make it up to you, Love?” he asked once you pulled away to look at him. One of his pretty hands came up to caress your flushed cheek, resting his thumb there for a second longer, further adding onto the intimate moment you two were in.

“Can I hear the song?” you asked, eyes batting in hope that he’d give you a small version of it but he only chuckled, the other hand squeezing your side as he shook his head.

“Oh baby…of all the things in this world that I can give you, the song is the one you’ll have to wait for.”

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Quick Thoughts on TRFTP Book 1 Chapter 16

• Remember how I dubbed the book The Royal Fast-Track Pregnancy last chapter? Well, yeah. That’s my title for this book from now on.

• If you don’t want to see these posts on your dash, here are the tags to block: #trh quick thoughts, #trh qts, #trh qt reblogs, #long post.

• We’re now in the MC’s third trimester, celebrating her baby shower. Her in-laws show up, she gets gifts, she barely notices that her corgis have had puppies (but why am I surprised, this is the same MC who didn’t care enough about her corgi in Book 2 to notice he was with Liam to help with his proposal). And a couple of nosy royals come to visit.

• Over here in India, we do this ceremony around the 7th month, and it’s called different names in different places but with similar traditions and setups. Up North it’s called godhbharai (which literally means “filling the lap” - since the mother’s lap features prominently here as a symbol of maternal care, therefore the gifts are placed on a cloth over her lap - symbolizing her fulfillment once she reaches motherhood and the blessings she takes with her), and mostly fruits and sweets are placed on her lap as a blessing for prosperity and luck. You have games…but the mother isn’t exactly expected to participate in them - she’s the guest of honour, she sits and enjoys!

• She definitely isn’t there to submit to such a thorough interrogation of her political choices either!!

• The rest of the world treats a baby shower like a time for the mother-to-be to relax and be pampered within an inch of her life. Cordonia treats it as an opportunity for her to beat non-pregnant people at their version of egg-and-spoon and pass personality tests.

• Screenshots:

Hana: The Universal Studio 77 YouTube channel

Maxwell: The rash rec YouTube channel

Drake: @thefirstcourtesan and The BizzysChoices YouTube channel

• Title: Great Expectations

Alternative Title: The State of My Bladder Is of Far More Importance Than Any of This Nonsense.

• Believe me, during your final months of pregnancy your bladder will be virtually non-existant (which is why you’re recommended kegel exercises early on). In medical terms they call this “urinary incontinence”, which is due to those muscles facing way more pressure than usual). At one point I recall joking about how we should add “The Bathroom” at the top of my home address, coz I was almost taking up permanent residence there 😐 I wouldn’t be worrying about politics and intrigue at a time like this, I’d be worrying about my kegels!

• Kiki doesn’t get a lot of opportunities to flex her diplomatic muscles in this story, but when she does, gosh does she deliver. Following her advice this time is what allows us to buy time for ourselves.

• Unfortunately that’s all the space PB will allow Kiara, we’re now back to our regular schedule of treating her like she doesn’t matter.

• Either Maxwell or Hana (in Maxwell’s playthrough) will lead us to the boutique to pick out an outfit.

• On a level of having more gold (therefore bling) than peach, that diamond option already wins. At least in the silhouette I can pretend the peach parts of this dress don’t exist. (I still wound up using the free peach outfit for my failplay of this chapter though)

• Me before meeting Hana: pls don’t make her wear that awful lbd again pls pls pls i beg

Me seeing Hana wear the silver one: …okay that’s not too bad. I’m just going to keep headcanoning this one as a gown though.

• Liam wears his official black tie outfit, Hana wears her silver dress, Maxwell wears his black suit and Drake his deep blue one.

• In everyone else’s playthrough besides Hana’s, she is the one in charge of this “planning committee”. Penelope is in charge of…throwing confetti, which annoys Olivia to end.

• Marguerite from THM steps forward with her good wishes, and asks us about the sex of the child - at which point the narrative lets us know that it’s tradition in Cordonia to not know until the delivery. Which makes sense, since we’ll probably be allowed to customize this in a different book? And in some countries (like mine, where it’s illegal to find out before delivery) there are really, really good reasons to not give anyone - especially the family - that information.

• We meet the rest of the royals: Eirik is as self-centered as he always was (either that or Khaan really desperately needs to make sure no one knows he’s that VR game developer from San Francisco who ran away from Eros), Lerato and Lesidi are cupcakes as always, and the Three Big Royals are shady as always.

• The good thing about the scene where Isabella tries to touch your belly is that it is established as out of line straightaway. You win or lose no points however you react, and while you’re expected to be diplomatic and impress them - the narrative is clear on how wrong Isabella is on doing this. And even if you don’t show a reaction, your LI most certainly will.

• PB is trying to convince me that Amalas has a better sense of boundaries, as if she didn’t stalk me in Texas and squeeze out every possible detail about my past life like an orange in a juicer. She only seems better because the Auvernese have all the subtlety of a sledgehammer.

• Most of the LIs have lost a parent, but have a sibling (except for Hana, who is an only child with both parents living. Liam has lost both his parents, but has a stepmother in Regina so she fulfills that role here) - which means that in every case besides Hana’s, we see one parent and one sibling who has become a parent (optional, in Leo’s case).

- Liam: Regina and Leo (YOU EXIST! I WAS ALMOST CERTAIN PB FORGOT YOU WERE THERE). The two lightheartedly tease each other, which is phenomenal progress considering they were at each other’s throats in RoE! Leo comes to wish the MC in all playthroughs.

- Hana: Lorelai and Xinghai. Hana has sent them an invitation but wasn’t sure they’d make it, and depending on whether she is married or not their response varies. In the friendly playthrough, they respond positively but the focus is still very much on seeing the MC. In the romantic playthrough, however, Hana is allowed to show her nervousness and slight fear (how generous, PB!), reaches out to the MC for support, and the parents are tentative in their approach, with Xinghai even assuring Hana that they will cut short their stay if she wants them to. To which she confirms that she does indeed want them here. The two come to wish the MC in all playthroughs, as Leo does.

- Maxwell: Bartie Sr and Bertrand. Bartie Sr tops even King Eirik for self-centeredness (“make way for House Beaumont!”) and is…just plain weird in the way he greets the MC and his younger son (even Maxwell notices this, commenting that ol’ Bartie is “laying it on a little thick”). Bertrand is the more normal, sorted one, which is a sentence I thought I’d never say in this series. The team was pretty smart in how they scattered BertVannah between two LIs - Drake gets a visit from his sister, Maxwell gets a visit from his brother. Neither Bartie Sr nor Bertrand make an appearance in any other playthroughs which is just as well coz I saw PLENTY Bertrand for 7 whole chapters.

- Drake: Bianca and Savannah. Bianca asks the MC if Drake has been “pulling his weight around the house” while the MC has been “worrying about that baby” - nice to know she expects the same of her son as she did for her son-in-law (or perhaps a little less than what she expects of her son-in-law, considering Bertrand had to get back an entire saddle from the person she sold it to just so he could win her favour, after she allowed her sister to treat him like crap for his entire stay at her home). Savannah mercifully doesn’t get a lot of dialogue and merely compliments our glow. Savannah only appears in this playthrough, while her husband Bertrand only appears in Maxwell’s. Which is a good thing. I’ve had enough of that couple to last me a lifetime (sorry Bertrand). You see both Bianca and Savannah only in this playthrough, and I’m EXTREMELY relieved we don’t see Leona.

• It must be clear to anyone who has read all the playthroughs by now - only Leo, Lorelai and Xinghai make appearances across playthroughs, which could either be because they haven’t been shown at all in the books until now, or possibly because they may feature in Lythikos.

• Okay it’s egg and spoon time but with apples. This is Cordonia. It wouldn’t be anything but apples.

•

When you’re a new mom the last thing on your mind is grace and poise ok. Put really really simply and not in too much detail…your brain will feel more scrambled than scrambled eggs esp in the initial weeks, coz half the time you’re trying to make sense of your kid’s sleep schedule and the other half is your body just….feeling WEIRD (hormonal shifts, postpartum bleeding, and generally the overall effects of childbirth - whether it is vaginally or via C-section, both of which come with their own set of challenges). Your own sleep schedule is going to be all over the place and even after the kid starts sleeping all through the night, sometimes your brain has already been wired to wake you up at 2 AM or something. Your back is gonna hurt like a bitch. Your hair will become a hornet’s nest within the first two weeks coz what even is combing (okay, okay, that was probably just me 😅😅). And this is just when things go normally, okay.

You don’t need grace and poise to take care of a kid at this stage - you need stamina and a strong support system. Cordonia (I mean YOU, TRH team) you really need to talk to more pregnant people 🤦🏽‍♀

(on a more serious note…this is why I feel there needs to be more dialogue on parenthood. What it’s truly like and how it really feels, without the kind of fear that holds especially new parents back from admitting to their feelings about it. New parenthood with all its mess and stresses, its frustrations and confusions. No matter how prepared you are, no matter how much reading up you’ve done, there will always be something about that experience that will knock you sideways. I’ve learned that the less shame there is around admitting that parenthood can be messy, can be trial-and-error rather than perfectly executed every single time, can be imperfect, the better it is for everyone. And maybe this is a lesson that parents in some places have had the space to learn already - and that’s amazing - but there are a whole bunch of places where that’s not the case. And there is so much pressure to make it sound better, to convince people this is an easy happy journey even when it isn’t, or to believe that your well-being isn’t as important as that of your child, that many new parents don’t speak up…believing they’re the only ones who feel this way).

But I digress. I do know that “grace and poise” is expected of pregnant royals and even pregnant celebs. I do know that often they’re expected to step out looking picture perfect after having to battle lack of sleep and insane hormonal changes. They’re expected to have “fit bodies” just months after they’ve delivered. This happens in the real world. And the more we talk about it? The more we can help parents, esp new parents who might struggle more to articulate this experience.

• So…where was I? Oh right, grace and poise. In a race involving a spoon and an apple. A spoon and an apple. Excuse me while I facepalm🤦🏽‍♀

• My bladder would never survive this race in a real-life pregnancy situation, I just know it.

• Self-centered or not, at least Khaan-in-disguise points out the obvious: that everyone else has a physical edge over us. But Leo assures him that speed doesn’t help you in this game (does that make me the tortoise among a bunch of hares if I win? 🐰 🐰 🐢 🐰 🐰)

• Scarlett-Emerson-in-disguise is an angel coz she’s the only person apologizing for bumping into my bump.

• Now…if you bought the diamond scene where we drank wine with Isabella, you’d get intel about Bradfraud that could throw him off in the race:

Now…I really like this bit, okay. I like how thrown off he is that we know his secret. But I’m not entirely sure how wise of a decision it is to let him know so soon that we know, or whether it will bite us in the ass eventually. Could we have maybe waited for a better opportunity? Idk.

Anyway, so that definitely works. But IMO in a petty, inconsequential way that means little in the long run (or could be dangerous too idk). This is intel we could have saved for a better time.

�� This is why it makes more sense for the MC to be told what Olivia (and possibly Liam) is investigating. Or at least for her to actually keep asking until one of them caves in and tells her. If she’d known about an Operation Swan maybe she wouldn’t openly goad him so easily (or maybe she would. It’s the MC after all).

• There’s a funny sequence in this where everyone falls on each other like ninepins. And another one where Olivia gets impatient and just throws her apple over to the finishing line, asking Kiara if she won and Kiki is like “non. You’re extremely disqualified.” Oh Kiki. Never change 😂

• ….exactly how large are these spoons. It’s an apple. That would cross over from spoon territory to ladle!

• Once the race is over, we’re back to our tables for lunch. The MC’s bump almost knocking a plate over sparks a conversation among the mothers in the table about their baby bumps, and then about labour. Lorelai in particular speaks about her delivery being “more…grueling than what I expected” but quickly assuring the now-nervous MC that once the child is placed in your arms it will all be worth it. That description could cover a whole range of experiences…from mildly stressful to extremely terrifying. I always hope it’s the former.

(I have another question though: so if Lorelai was so ecstatic over Hana’s birth, where and how during/after this euphoric period did Hana’s parents suddenly begin to feel “devastated” over not having a son then? Coz I distinctly recall Hana speaking about that in Book 1. Or is this another retcon?)

In any case…it’s nice to hear that at least for Hana’s sake.

• If you’re married to one of the guys, then it’s Hana who put together the tiny hors d'ouvres (“personally tested all the options for deliciousness and visual appeal!”). If you’re married to Hana, Madeleine is in charge of this part of the baby shower (“spent a week focus group taste-testing the sides for both aesthetic and delectability”). In any case, it’s all tiny food that’s too cute to eat.

•

…isn’t this the guy who constantly complained about tiny portions? Why wasn’t he just taking extra helpings then? (though he also still complains about food from another country looking like “abstract art”. First Hana’s meal in China, now this. No one cares for your uninformed, unwanted opinion on their cultural dishes, Drake. Good thing Maxwell shut that nonsense down immediately)

• Isabella and Bradshaw’s communications with us have always used strength, might, power as a central factor in their dealings with us. Amalas’ approach is no less insistent, but in a different direction. Culture, cuisine, these are the things that seem to stand out to me atm. If the Auvernese mindset reminds me somewhat of Lythikos and Olivia, the Monterisso one looks like it could bring to mind Castelserraillian, Kiara and her family, and Liam + Hana who are more inclined to explore art and culture.

• Everyone’s kid likes grapes, apparently.

• The dish Amalas presented for the guessing game is what they call a “Sweet Potato Surprise”, but you gotta admit the ‘mango’ option is the most entertaining 😆 (with the carrot option, she claims that she mentioned a root vegetable, which would be close enough)

• A pair of cute corgi puppies make their way to our table, and depending on whether you bought both adult corgis or not, the puppies are either theirs, or strays. Like…why are you paywalling the CHILDREN of two dogs if we actually bought the dogs. I could actually justify this level of greed if it were backed up by an equal amount of effort in the book overall, but it isn’t.

• Anyway, they only feature together, so you have to decide on two names that will fit in one space. It kind of reminds me of how they’ve drawn Merlin and Morgana - in one sprite. I’m guessing at some point there will be an option to allow Penelope to clothe them as well.

• Like most of the fandom has already said by now, Bastien and Mara can’t even be trusted with a pair of pups.

• If you don’t buy the pups, Penelope offers to have one of her friends “in the canine couture world” to adopt them.

• Here’s the parenting advice from all the in-laws!

Liam: Regina speaks of the importance of regulating sweet intake closer to bedtime which is true because a child on a sugar rush will transform into the Energizer Bunny and go on forever. Like, this is very much how a child on a sugar rush reacts to the notion of sleep:

Hana: This one seems to highlight Hana’s competitive nature, perfectionism and ambition, and I guess there could be a lesson there in that you need to give yourself time to grow into things you want to do, and that means allowing yourself the space to topple over or struggle once in a while, the space to make mistakes. But I doubt it because weren’t these the same people who deemed her a failure for things that were beyond her control??

Maxwell: Maxwell is sorta kinda called out in this one, both for being “peaceful looking” and for wrecking havoc with those House documents lol. I’m guessing Bartie Sr is here in our baby shower mostly to look suspicious. What exactly was in those House Documents, ol’ Bart?

Drake: Bianca gives us some age-old advice about sleeping while the baby sleeps, which is something my mother and aunt (who looked after me post-childbirth) swore by. They would insist I spent whatever time kiddo was sleeping to be when I got my shut-eye too, because if you don’t take that and pull an all-nighter feeding the child, it’s going to be near-impossible to function. But you really, really need to have lots of support around you during such times because that kind of schedule leaves you little to no time to do much else besides occasional eating, small routines and light exercise (thankfully the MC has staff and a strong support system who can help her). In this case Bianca quips that Savannah was the easy one, and Drake the really fussy one. Drake isn’t quite convinced (who are you kidding Drake you’re still fussy).

• You get two extra pieces of parenting advice from the rulers, pretty characteristic (at least in Auvernal’s case since we’re more familiar with their culture) of where they come from. Amalas’ is “know your baby’s moods, and you can spot a tantrum before it happens”. The Auvernese “pearls of wisdom” say “to show weakness is to admit defeat” - Jesus, these guys have lost already, then.

• Olivia now has plans for a dart playing game - where she plans to use her daggers instead. You can either refuse to join, or enthusiastically participate. The LI warns you to be careful in the second option.

• If you join in: Isabella and Amalas hit near-center, both claiming different things in the face of their defeat (Isabella claims Olivia’s dagger to be a “terribly balanced weapon”) and Amalas tries to throw Olivia off by claiming her “aim was off”. Both of them are clearly thrown off by the unfamiliar weapon. At this point Olivia counts on the MC to “show them what Cordonians are made of”. If you succeed, you get a glimpse of your LI going all John Mulaney on the foreign royals (“that’s my wife!”)

• If you don’t join in: the LI and the MC’s friends form a protective circle around her, and Olivia chooses to stick to the usual darts. Isabella and Amalas are both in their element, with tools they’re familiar with using on a dart board. Isabella’s is still just near the target, Olivia’s is even closer, and Amalas’ is the closest - almost knocking off Olivia’s dart.

• Either way, we’ve effectively pissed off Isabella who angrily asks for “best of two?” 🤭

• Time for presents!

• Uh oh. The rattle comes from Auvernal. And it’s the same rattle as the one on the book cover. Soooooo…what does that hint at? Will our hand be forced, somehow? And will we eventually have to make a secret pact with Monterisso to get out of it, since the narrative is really really trying to push Amalas as the better option? (maybe not, but it’s fun to theorize).

• I don’t trust Amalas but they clearly gave her the nicer gift (at least, a nicer explanation for her gift). It’s a blossom “from the oldest apple tree in Monterisso, a tree that Cordonia helped my people plant long ago”. She hints at a closeness that the countries shared way back and offers the gift as a way of asking if that could happen again. The story kind of reminds me of the Regatta one Liam told us in Book 1, where Cordonia helped its neighbours at sea with supplies, during a time when they were ravaged by storms.

• Eirik gives you a bust of his own head, Lerato and Lesidi give you glass bottles and Marguerite gives us money, which puzzles the LIs. (though culturally I’ve been accustomed to cash being given as gifts or even in blessing, esp by elders, and I know at least one or two other cultures where cash can be the norm for gifts too). Kiara confiscated Olivia’s gift which she argues would help with self-defence 🤭 which happens to be one of my favourite moments in this chapter, and reminds me of this post an artist made of the MC’s baby shower long back. Idk why everyone sleeps on Kiara’s sheer entertainment value coz that girl possesses it in droves.

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From our in-laws, we get a gift for the nursery - a cot mobile to place above the baby’s crib. These things are incredibly useful in the initial few months of a baby’s life when their visual development, eye-hand coordination and control over head and neck muscles are just about beginning. (and it’s cute and fun. What’s not to like). Unfortunately…unlike the nursery itself and the crib, you don’t get a free option for the cot mobile. You get a royal and rustic option + plus a neutral one with stars that I liked, but you have to pay even for that lovely neutral one. I’m guessing that the first two things from our nursery were “essentials” and whatever else we get now will be considered additional perks, thus paywalling even the options that don’t fit into your “royal or rustic” theme.

Each of the in-laws refer to a local/Cordonian craftswoman who made cot mobiles for the LIs. Leo gleefully tells us that Liam’s had “sparkles for days”, Bianca teasingly acts secretive about Drake’s. Hana never even knew she had a mobile coz she hasn’t seen a lot of baby photos of herself (I’m not sure what it’s meant to be an indication of yet, but I’m taking note of it). The one that really puzzles me is Maxwell’s. The writers don’t bother telling us what Maxwell’s is and instead make the bizarre choice to tell us what Bertrand’s cot mobile was instead. Why…the hell…would a Maxwell stan be interested in THAT. The writers don’t even specify if it was a hand-me-down (why was a family that rich and titled giving their younger one hand-me-downs) - nope, somehow it was a better choice to let us know that Bertrand’s was “silver grapefruit spoons”.

They should have done this for Drake also then, no? Talk about Savannah’s mobile instead of his? But noooo, Drake is too important, right. So let’s have his mother act all coy about his but make sure the sequence still centered around him.

At this point the writers should just nip this entire series in the bud if they’re not going even to bother writing equally good romances for all the LIs. One decently-done romance route doesn’t a good romance book make.

• In the middle of all this, the LI calls the MC into the hedge maze, presenting her with their own gift - a deep blue baby blanket with gold embroidery. How very Cordonia of them xD

• It’s a cute free LI moment where they show you how much they appreciate you, even in the midst of all this chaos and pandering of nosy royals.

• Once we’re back, it’s time to see if we passed our little diplomacy exam with these guys. Depending on the points you have with them, they will either back down convinced that even a normal alliance would work with Cordonia, or they will pressurize you further.

• Interestingly enough in the failplay, Amalas’ responses seem to imply that she would have more open to the idea of simply an alliance with the rulers sans marriage, but you can’t tell yet whether this is the writers trying to indicate to us that she is the choice, or whether she just isn’t being as ham-fisted as the Auvernese are. They lack subtlety, she’s more persuasive, but is she still someone you can trust? Since we’ve only seen her like twice before this sequence, I can’t quite tell yet.

• Kdjhshshsjssj @ Liam confiscating Maxwell’s armory access pass.

• The sales of “that book about us that has Maxwell’s face on it” are fantastic, and the publishers want Maxwell to do a book tour, the first signing of which is in Lythikos.

• We’re in Lythikos…for a book tour. Not even because Olivia found some information there or whatever (though I’m sure that will come up at some point next chapter), we’re there for a book tour that could have been done ANYWHERE.

• Places we could be having this book signing:

- Ramsford: Yknow, the author’s birthplace which we haven’t bothered visiting since our first Beaumont Bash in Book 1.

- Castelserraillian: Yknow, like the seat of art and culture and literature in Cordonia?? If there is one place in all of Cordonia I could easily picture as a literary hub it would be this one.

- No Valtoria coz we’ve seen plenty of it.

- Applewood: Yknow, that place that has many farmers, lots of commoners, who doubtless would have read this story of a commoner woman who climbed the ranks into royalty and glory. Applewood even has a public library that Queen Eleanor and her son regularly supported and visited. I’m sure many of the commoners in Applewood would have found that story even a little inspiring.

- Hana’s mysterious Cordonian homeplace: Just because the team is whack and we deserved better. They could have really made an effort to show her other home somewhere, yknow, considering they did such an awful job of Shanghai the last time.

• At this point we’ve seen Lythikos more than we have seen any other estate in this story. Sure, we can all spout out all sorts of excuses for why - plot, intrigue, Olivia’s character development (work on your own female LI first, PB!), but it all comes back to the same point: that the team is more willing to rob Hana of her rightful space and place it on Olivia’s lap. Setting this in Lythikos is re about the fact that, now that Drake has had more than his fair share of space, it’s Olivia’s turn to fulfill the role of secondary character but be treated like a main (all while Hana is thrown in as their token female LI + default POC LI, but treated with far less respect from her writers than even a secondary character).

• Overall, this is meant to be a light chapter - which most Chapter 16s (except for Book 2) are. Chapter 16 tends to be sandwiched between intense sequences, and is often seen as the point where the group and the LIs and MC can have fun but relax from court intrigue as well. It was the Beaumont Bash in Book 1, Vegas in Book 3, now a baby shower in TRH Book 1.

• Hana meeting her parents again (especially on her own playthrough), was nice, I guess. A little extra time is spent during the cot mobile scene having her parents acknowledge how they’d failed her, and the narrative shows us glimpses of her nervousness and discomfort while having the parents state that if she would rather they leave, they will respect that. It’s a tiny bit more progress compared to all the times Lorelai was continually repeating her mistakes and thinking they could be fixed each time with a paltry apology. But it’s still not enough.

• For one, we have just 4 chapters left in a book where half the time we were pandering to Drake’s family for chapters on end. We’re 16 chapters too late in addressing this. I have zero faith that things will improve.

For another, Hana getting this type of validation from her parents isn’t something that should be restricted to the playthrough where she is married alone. In both cases she invited them along, so in both cases they should be showing an equal level of caring and tentetiveness.

For a third, the whole angle with her parents seems to have such a disconnect. It’s almost like the writers were trying to prove something but didn’t do enough work to make it all sound coherent. Like you have this somewhat-healing relationship, but even then you have these moments that just don’t seem to make sense within Hana’s narrative, like Lorelai giving you that generic answer about your feelings suddenly becoming positive the moment they place the baby in your arms (which, btw, doesn’t always happen), or Xinghai talking about Hana’s ambition but there’s hardly any indication of how they controlled the directions her ambition would take. Overall they all sound like nice sequences by themselves but very disconnected to Hana’s actual story.

Why Hana hasn’t seen many baby pictures is something I want to see more of. I’m hoping that the fact that we see Lorelai, Xinghai and Leo in all the playthroughs, means they may accompany us on the book tour and perhaps we will get Hana-centric flashbacks and Liam-centric ones too.

• With next week, we’ll have only three chapters left, the intrigue is still in its nascent stages, the pacing is grossly uneven, and most of the LIs still don’t have a clear-cut arc. Some may claim that, well, it’s a series so maybe everyone else will get their “arc” in the next book. Except that if that were the case, Drake’s playthrough shouldn’t have been having the kind of focus on family that it’s been having this entire book. Others may claim that, well, it’s okay coz the story is about the baby and the romance - but they didn’t exactly do any justice to either of those. So what was this whole book about then? Besides Walker worship?

• The holiday special for TRR…is this going to be in Lythikos? Again??? Isn’t it bad enough that I will be going into TRM foolishly hoping to see Castelserraillian to get fair rep but know I’ll be confronted with with the reality of duchies like Lythikos getting a lion’s share of the story??

• That’s it for this chapter, guys. Until Saturday!

#long post #trh quick thoughts #trh qts #the royal heir #king liam #hana lee #maxwell beaumont #trr kiara #olivia nevrakis #drake walker

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coolxnxblue · 5 years ago

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de rules:

1. Themes might very with this blog. It’ll typically be SFW, but there will likely be dark themes, violence and swearing.

Things will be tagged! I’ll try my best, anyways. If you want something in particular tagged, please let me know through ask / anon / im. The format I use for tagging is, for example, tw: swearing.

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW content.

That said, I won’t do anything NSFW - gore is okay, though.

I’m of age.

2. I’m private, meaning I only really roleplay with people I follow. This is so things don’t get too overwhelming and for me and to cement who I want to interact with. I generally follow most people if our writing clicks, though.

If I don’t follow you and you’d like me to check out your blog, lurk in my notifs. I’ll definitely see you and make note to check you out. Same with promos, or you can just rb them to a sideblog / send an ask with its url. I can’t gurantee I’ll follow, but I’ll certainly check it out!

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it. You’re free to ask if I know of a fandom or not! I’ll have a list at some point.

I follow the tag #coolxnxblue. If there’s anything you want me to see, like dash commentary, just tag that and x-kit will alert me of your post! I may respond to ic stuff ic stuff if I’m feeling it.

In that sense, I’m chill with dash shenanigans with most folk, not just mutuals!

Absolutely no godmodding. It ain’t fun, fam. If you’re not sure what this term means, do look it up. This includes powerplaying, metagaming, and other things of that nature. This applies especially in fights if they happen (I’m chance-based and hope that you are too).

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!).

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

I DON’T CARE ABOUT AESTHETICS. I just think they’re pretty. If you don’t use formatting or anything like that, or heck - even wanna’ just do iconless rp - I have no problem with it whatsoever! It’s you, your writing and your muse I care about!

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

PLEASE understand that I have blogs galore and my muse tends to fluctuate; this can mean I’m everywhere at once and can end up neglecting a blog or two. It’s nothing personal; you know how muses are! Additionally, life happens to be a thing.

Please note the mun deals with anxiety and depression, and has part time jobs which are honestly tiring - this might affect how frequently she roleplays.

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

I hoard asks, but sometimes can’t find muse or interest for all of them. If it’s been a month or two, generally assume I’m not interested / can’t find muse for it. You’re free to send another though!

I answer asks from anyone - personals, rp blogs and anons. I’ll answer non-mutual asks occaisonally but I won’t be making threads out of them

4. Shippings? Heck yeah, I ship lots with my blue son! Just make sure they’re of similar age pls.

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

If you want to ship and I already have a ship of your choosing going with a duplicate, please don’t hesitate to hmu! My ships aren’t exclusive and each character/relationship portrayal is unique to me!

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise. If you’re not interested in a ship anymore, just let me know!

Sonic X Tails won’t be happening on this blog, sorry.

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). That stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my character if you’re interacting with me. Nonetheless, should it arise, I will tag it appropriately as nsfw //.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any ask / starter memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

This goes for my art too unless it has the tag ok to rb, but otherwise only the person I drew it for can reblog it. If you wanna’ reblog something, I DO put it on my art blog eventually!

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster, and length can range from 1 paragraph to 6.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happen to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching him.

8. Threads! You can yeet asks, memes, and even starters at me if I’ve liked a call! I’ll obviously have my own you can like.

You’re free to like starter calls even if we’re not mutuals; I can check out your blog that way. I still only write starters for mutuals though.

I know pretty much most if not all Sonic media, bar Fleetway which I haven’t gotten around to reading yet. Since that’s unfamiliar territory, I’m unlikely to tread in it yet.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

If you want a certain verse, lemme’ know! Otherwise, I’ll either resort to game verse or whatever continuity your muse applies to (i.e, Sally (archie), Starline (idw), and so forth).

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

In that sense, I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

Please don’t assume things about my muse. If you’re uncertain about things, ASK.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting. I also have Discord if that’s more convenient for you!

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Pre-established relationships are a-okay in my book; if you have an idea for a relationship between our muses we can work towards, hit me up! I reblog those pre-established relationship memes every so often too. Romantic relationships link back to the shipping guidelines.

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me - so don’t feel scared about asking for them!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs and Discord. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this (and more recently exhaustion from work) - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet! It’s nothing personal; trust me!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

This is a little different with callouts - if I see anything on dash pertaining to any problematic users, I will take it into consideration and rb it if I believe them to be harmful.

11. To retierate, I tend to follow those that:

Write para and whom I feel my muse would click with.

Seem chill? Tone can really intimidate me honestly.

Have rules and about pages! Knowing the boudaries of my rp partners is super important as well as their lovely muses! Sometimes rules are enough, though, if you’re going to write the about eventually.

Tag their nsfw.

Don’t have massive icons - ie, have rp icons that take up an entire text post like 500x500 or something. I don’t want to clog the dash and it’s tiring to resize them.

...also, if I follow your hub blog (provided it doesn’t double as a personal), it generally means I’m cool with any blogs that are attached to it.

12. On threads…

If you’re not interested in a thread anymore, and would like to drop it, please let me know! I’d feel terrible if we’re both not having fun with it or if partners feel overwhelmed with the amount of threads we have.

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my muse might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. Know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you.

I literally couldn’t care less about follower counts. I care about YOU guys and our interactions.

15. Rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

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hcrofraid · 5 years ago

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Rules:

HALLO THERE! Here’s my rules! They’re a bit long, but hopefully you can push through ‘em and we can get a chance at interaction!

1. Themes might vary with this blog. Although I’m typically SFW, I might touch upon dark topics here and there.

Things will be tagged! I’ll try my best, anyways. If you want something in particular tagged, please let me know. The format I use for tagging is, for example, tw: swearing.

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW content.

That said, I won’t do anything NSFW - gore is okay, though.

I’m of age.

2. I‘m a little selective, but otherwise - I’m open to canon, au, crossover, and original characters! As long as their muns rp literately/write para.

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it.

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!).

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

As I’ve said, I’m selective and as a result mutuals do take priority - but I don’t have to be following you for you to interact with me. It just means I’m more likely to interact with you if you’re a mutual.

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

Please note the mun deals with anxiety and depression - this might affect how frequently she roleplays.

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

Just a reminder I hoard all your asks too, even weeks later. If I don’t respond to it, I’m either keeping it for a rainy day, or just can’t find the muse/interest for it currently. If it’s been a month or two though, just assume it wasn’t working for me unless I’ve informed you otherwise.

4. Shippings? Heck yeah I’m down for the fluffy content, as long as they’re of similar age to my boio.

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

Sontails will not be happening on this blog either, sorry.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

Please don’t reblog my art unless I’ve drawn it specifically for you or said you can. I either have that as do not reblog for a reason, or I am planning to post it on my art blog at some point.

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happens to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching them.

If para roleplays aren’t your alley, I’m unlikely to roleplay with you. It’s nothing personal; it’s just finding muse for one-liner threads is incredibly difficult unless it’s dash shenanigans. Anything else outside that is fine, though - we can still have fun outside of proper threads.

If you need further context on the AU, the link to it’s tag is here! Otherwise just ask me!

Tails’ AU is one I’m very proud of and very attached to, so please don’t force your headcanons about him on me. If you’re unsure how certain events play out in the context of his universe, don’t hesitate to ask me about them!

That said, anything that might take place on this blog obviously isn’t canon to the AU itself; I just like writing for this boio and it helps me develop his character. It’s all hypothetical.

Additionally! Don’t worry too much if the headcanoned relationships between Tails and other muses don’t match yours. Those are mostly just guidelines for how Tails would USUALLY interact with your muse. I’m open to altering these relationships to better fit our threads! Don’t ever feel restricted to what I put down; it’s mostly just for context purposes because, well, Tails is absent. I’m an IM away for plotting.

8. Threads typically happen naturally with me, but if you’re looking for interaction opportunities:

I’ll have a permanent starter call somewhere for you to hit up; honestly though, if you’re a mutual? Pls feel free to hit it up.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

If there’s a verse you’re interested in, please specify.

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

I may not roleplay with every starter I am given - I’ll do a ‘background check’ if you’re a new blog on the block. If I don’t feel your writing style/length works with mine, I might not respond. Apologies. ;__;

Please don’t write para / novella starters up for me unless we’ve discussed something, sent something, or I’ve liked a starter call. I really don’t want to leave people hanging if I’m not interested.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting.

I also have Discord! If you’re mutuals with me, feel free to ask for it!

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please note that MAINS fall into two categories; one pertaining to Tails’ initial universe, and those pertaining to alternates. Although the latter is plenty, for clarity’s sake, there would be one alternate Tails might default to.

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me. GIMME’ ALL THE PRECIOUS BONDING CONTENT PLS. THIS BOY NEEDS FRIENDS.

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs and sometimes even Discord. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet! It’s nothing personal; trust me! I just need a social breather every now and again.

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

11. It’s easier with a clean dash for me, so I’m more likely to follow people who:

Trim their posts.

Have rules and about pages! I always read those before interacting or following!

If you don’t have either of those, I’m likely not to follow you - so make sure that you do!

12. On threads…

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything Tails might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. Know that if I follow you, I WANT to interact with you.

I literally couldn’t care less about follower counts. I care about YOU guys and our interactions.

15. If you’re OKAY with threads being set in Tails’ universe (and acting as his inverse counterparts), please like / reply to this post! It just lets me know I’m A-OK to shoot you asks pertaining to it, rather than the usual alternate shenanigans.

16. These rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

#|| rules.

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thesweetestpea1093 · 6 years ago

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Dancing in the Dark

Sweet PeaXCooper!Reader

Chapter 1

A/N: Hey guys! First chapter! If you’d like to be added to the tag list pls let me know! Full disclosure, I didn’t exactly proof read. If you have any ideas for future chapters then message me and please let me know what you think in the comments :)

Word Count: 2370

What Mackenzie was wearing this chapter:

If you asked anyone in Riverdale a year and a half ago if even a fraction of the tragedies that had happened in this town would occur, they would have laughed in your face. Riverdale once been the ‘town with pep,’ but now it just seemed lifeless.

With Jason Blossom being murdered by his own father last year and the Blossom’s family business being exposed for what it truly was, the citizens of Riverdale thought that would be enough craziness for years to come. But then Fred Andrews was shot in Pop’s. And then Moose Mason and Midge Klump were shot at in their car.

And with Archie Andrews running around spray painting the Southside, waving a gun around like he owns the place, the tensions between the North and South sides of Riverdale had never been so high. Especially with the fight that had happened the other night that everyone was calling the ‘Riverdale Rumble.’ Dilton Doiley had been stabbed, but according to Veronica he had actually stabbed himself, which sounded exactly like something that Dilton would do.

The town’s dislike for the Southside Serpents never really made sense to me. My own mother was once a Serpent and even she can’t stop harassing them in her newspaper.

My mother and father had been busier than usual at the Register. With all these shootings, someone had to report about them. My sister, Polly, was at some farm upstate, pregnant with her’s and Jason Blossom’s children, who also happens to be our cousin. And Betty had been acting really weird ever since the Black Hood sent her a letter.

I had been so busy with dance lately that I hadn’t been able to really stop and think about the Black Hood. Being a competitive dancer means there’s a lot of time I have to commit to training and being at the dance studio. Sometimes I was training up to 25-30 hours a week.

Polly, Betty, and I all started with ballet around the same time when we were younger. I think it had something to do with our parents wanting for all three of us to be out of the house at the same time. But while Polly and Betty had stopped pretty soon after that, I had begged my mom to let me keep dancing.

Dancing was my favorite thing to do. I was at my dance studio more than I was at home, even when I didn’t have class myself, I was teaching or volunteering or rehearsing on my own. My parents were okay with me dancing while I was in high school, but you could see the disappointment on their faces whenever I mentioned wanting to continue afterwards.

Betty and Polly were the ‘golden children’ of the family. More so Betty now that Polly was pregnant and Betty had actually showed an interest in journalism. Their dream is probably for the three of us to work at the Register for the rest of our lives.

Polly, Betty, and I were all a year apart in age and we were all really close when we were younger, but now that Polly had cut off communication with us and Betty was always off investigating things she probably shouldn’t be. And Betty was acting really weird lately. Just a few days ago she had published an old news report in the Blue & Gold about our mom being arrested when she was a Southside Serpent. I mean, I didn’t always get along with our mom, but I would never do something like that.

At the moment, it was 1:00 pm on a Saturday in November. I had just gotten home from teaching some of the kindergartners at the studio all morning and I was exhausted. Those kids really tired me out, but I loved teaching them. If I couldn’t be on Broadway when I got older or if I didn’t grow another 3 inches to be a Rockette then I wouldn’t mind being a dance teacher.

I walked into the house and I saw Betty sitting at the kitchen counter with her laptop out.

“Hey Betts!” I said cheerfully as I walked into the kitchen to refill my water bottle, but she didn’t even look up from her phone. “Okay then…”

“Who’re you texting?” I asked, peaking over her shoulder.

“None of your business, Kenz,” Betty snapped, pulling her phone away from me and slamming her laptop closed.

“Sorry, jeez Betty,” I mumbled back to her. “Calm down.”

She didn’t respond so I decided to change the subject. She seemed really stressed out these past few days and I was really worried about her.

“So remember that little girl in my class I was telling you about last week? The one that was too scared to do her back handspring without me spotting her?” I spoke quickly, really excited for one of my students. “Well she finally did it on her own! The little smile on her face when she realized she did it by herself was so cute! And-”

“God, Kenzie, I really don’t care about your stupid job!” Betty exclaimed.

“What?” I whispered, sort of confused. Betty always loved to hear about the kids at the studio.

“Your life just revolves around the dance studio, Kenz,” she sighed. “If you’re not actually at the studio, you’re talking about it to anyone that will listen.”

“So what? I love dance and I love my job…”

“Sure it’s your job now, but do you really expect to continue after high school? It’s a really competitive industry and-”

“What’re you saying?” I exclaimed. “That I’m not good enough? What the fuck, Betty? You’ve always been supportive even when mom and dad haven’t been. Don’t you believe in me?”

“Maybe mom and dad are right, Kenzie,” she sighed, not meeting my eyes. “I just think you should focus on your grades right now. I know you failed your last chemistry quiz.”

“Yeah well I don’t care about chemistry, Betty,” I spat at her, a few tears leaking out of my eyes. “And you know how important dance is for me. I love it just as much as you love writing and investigating and just because it’s not considered a ‘normal’ career path doesn’t mean it’s any less valid. I can’t believe you would say something like that.”

As I left the room I thought I saw a bit of regret in her eyes, but I didn’t care. She had always been the one person to stand up for me when I got into arguments with mom and dad. We’d gotten into arguments before, but she had never stooped so low.

I grabbed my backpack and stormed out the front door to my bike. I knew Kevin was out today and all my friends from the dance studio lived over in Greendale so even though he was dating my sister, I biked over to Jughead’s.

Jughead, Betty, and I had been friends since we were kids and I was really happy when they started dating, but now it was hard to complain about Betty to him whenever we had problems. But at this point I didn’t care, I just needed to get away from the house and her, even if it’s just for an hour or two.

I got to Sunnyside Trailer Park within minutes and I was banging on Jug’s trailer door, a few tears dripping down my face.

“Kenzie?” Jughead questioned when he opened the door. “Are you okay?”

“I’m just great,” I remarked sarcastically. “That’s why I came here crying and almost knocking your door down.”

“Okay, enough with the sarcasm, Cooper,” he chuckled, gesturing for me to come into the trailer. “Are you gonna tell me why you’re really here?”

“Because your girlfriend went crazy on me and crushed my hopes and dreams,” I muttered as I walked past him.

“Sounds fun,” he replied, dryly.

“Yup… I don’t mean to intrude, but I really just can’t deal with her or my parents right now. Do you mind if I just chill here for a bit?”

“Sure, I’ve got some things to do, but my dad won’t care if you hang out for a bit,” he told me.

“Aww, Juggie!” I exclaimed in a mocking tone. “Did you make some friends? So proud of you.”

“Shut up,” he groaned before abruptly changing the subject. “Betty’s been stressed lately, Kenzie. I’m sure she didn’t mean it.”

“Doesn’t make it hurt any less, Jug,” I muttered.

“I know, I know… but this Black Hood thing has got everyone on edge, that’s all I’m saying. I’ll be back later… it may be awhile, but feel free to stay as long as you want.”

“Thanks, Jughead.”

“No problem. See you later this afternoon… maybe tonight,” he called out to me as he walked out to the front steps of the trailer. Tonight? What was he doing all day?

I had just set my bag down when I heard Jughead outside.

“Archie?” he asked, alarmed.

Archie? What the hell was he doing here?

“We gotta talk, Jug,” Archie responded.

“Uhh, now is really not a good time, okay?” Jug told him as he jogged down the stairs. “You need to leave, kay? You gotta go.”

“What? Why? What’s going on?”

“I’m serious! You’re just gonna have to-” Jug was interrupted then by a deep voice.

“What the hell do we have here?” the voice said as it rounded the corner of the trailer. I peeked my head out the door, curious who it was. I couldn’t help but gasp a little bit when I saw some Southside Serpents coming around the corner of Jughead’s trailer. I wasn’t necessarily scared for myself, but for the confrontation that was sure to happen between them and Archie Andrews.

“He’s just leaving, alright?” Jughead walked forward to meet the tallest one with the Serpent tattoo on his neck and a dark black eye.

“Wait?” Archie interrupted. “You’re friends with these thugs?”

“It’s not what you think,” Jug turned to look at Archie.

“Are you joining the Serpents?” Archie asked him.

“If he survives,” the Serpent said ominously before Jughead could respond. “And go ahead and call us thugs one more time…”

“Jughead!” Archie exclaimed. “These are the guys who attacked me! Who attacked Reggie, and Veronica, and Dilton! Your friends!”

At this point I couldn’t help the snort that came out of my body when I tried to hold in my laughter in regards to Archie’s comment. Everyone turned to look at me at that moment and I turned pink at their attention.

“Kenzie?” Archie asked incredulously. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“Getting away from my psycho sister, that’s why… not offense to your girlfriend, of course, Jughead,” I told him matter-of-factly.

“Go home,” Archie said. “You don’t belong here.”

“Neither do you, Andrews!” I exploded at him and his eyes widened in surprise at my outburst. I hadn’t ever stood up to him before, but I was so done with him thinking he was better than everyone else. “You’re acting all high and mighty about the Rumble, but don’t forget that you’re the one who came on the Serpent’s turf and threatened them with a fucking gun, you dumbass!”

“Yeah, but they stabbed Dilton, Kenzie!” he yelled out. “You don’t know anything that happened that night!”

“I know that Dilton Doiley stabbed himself, Archie… everyone knows that. I wouldn’t be surprised if even the police knew that and they were just using it as an excuse to bring in Southsiders as scapegoats. And obviously you did some damage too… I’ll pay you a million dollars right here, right now if you’re not the one that gave Skyscraper over there that nice black eye,” I bit back, pointing over at the Serpent with the neck tattoo.

Archie just huffed and turned back around to face Jughead, figuring he wasn’t going to get anywhere with me. I smirked and flipped him off with both hands when he wasn’t looking and I actually think I got a small smile from some of the Serpents, Skyscraper included.

“Wait,” Jughead started. “Is that why you’re here? To warn me?” “No. I came here to tell you to stay away from Betty. She doesn’t wanna see you anymore,” Archie told him and I rolled my eyes. What was wrong with this girl? Is she trying to piss off all her friends and family?

“Screw you,” Jug responded after a few seconds of silence. “I just saw Betty yesterday… she was fine…”

“No, dude. She’s been wanting to break up with you for weeks… she’s been agonizing over it since you crossed the dark side… she couldn’t bring herself to do it,” Archie kept explaining my sister’s stupid decisions.

“So she sent you?” Jughead was clearly distressed. “Betty would never do that!”

“If you don’t believe me then call her!” Archie started to raise his voice. “And feel free to tell her you’re a Serpent now, I bet she’ll love that. She saw where you were headed, Jughead… we all did. And she knows you can’t be with them and her. And come on, man! You know it too.”

I had never seen Jughead look so defeated in all the years that I’d known him. I was gonna have a long chat with Betty tonight when I got home. All I wanted was to hug him, but it didn’t seem appropriate in front of everyone here. And maybe he wouldn’t want to see me now that him and Betty were broken up.

“... tell Betty I got the message,” Jug responded lowly, glaring at Archie.

“Yeah…” Archie muttered before walking back to his truck.

Jughead turned to look at the Serpents at this point, clearly upset.

“What?” he asked them harshly as Skyscraper crossed his arms over his chest. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“The show hasn’t even started yet,” Skyscraper responded to him.

“Well that sounds ominous,” I joked, grabbing my bag from inside the trailer before walking down the stairs. “I’m gonna head out Jughead. Something is seriously wrong with my sister and I’m gonna go slap some sense into her.”

“See you around, Kenz,” he sighed.

“See you around, Juggie.”

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iinvane · 5 years ago

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RULES:

1. Themes might vary with this blog. I’m typically SFW, though may explore dark themes from time to time. There might be swearing; my muses rarely use such lingo, but the muses I roleplay with might.

Things will be tagged! I’ll try my best, anyways. If you want something in particular tagged, please let me know. The format I use for tagging is, for example, tw: swearing.

I don’t have any triggers but I do ask you tag all of your NSFW content.

That said, I won’t do anything NSFW - gore is okay, though.

I’m of age.

2. I’m a little selective, so I might be a pretty picky when it comes to who I interact with. Generally, though, I’ll interact with most folk, including canon, AU, Crossover, and original characters - as long as they’re literate/write para.

If it’s a crossover, I have to know the fandom and be at least a little bit confident with it. This is so I’m able to work with you, our thread and have muse for it.

If you’re a multimuse and I follow you, it’s usually because I know a couple of muses on your roster.

No godmodding or Mary-Sues, please. If you’re not sure what these terms mean, please look them up. This applies especially in fights if they happen (I’m chance-based and hope that you are too).

I can be picky with OCs. But rest assured, if you’ve followed me/interacted with my promo, I’ll always give your pages a read.

Please don’t be offended if I don’t want to interact with you (and please don’t try to guilt me into doing so!).

As for following back, I usually take a week tops to do so - but if you’ve hit up my promo, I go through that eventually.

3. Please don’t rush me for starters or responses.

I have blogs galore and my muse tends to fluctuate; this can mean I’m everywhere at once and can end up neglecting a blog or two. It’s nothing personal; you know how muses are! Additionally, life happens to be a thing.

Please note the mun deals with anxiety and depression - this might affect how frequently she roleplays.

Chances are, I’ve probably has seen that bit of interactivity and just haven’t gotten around to responding yet.

My roleplaying style being para/multi-para, I may take a while to respond. I hoard drafts like a dragon - it’s really just the motivation to write and ship those out.

Just a reminder I hoard all your asks too, even weeks later. If I don’t respond to it, I’m either keeping it for a rainy day, or just can’t find the muse/interest for it currently.

4. Shippings? GO FOR IT FAM. As long as they’re of similar age, I’m probably down for it.

If I don’t happen to be interested, don’t force anything on my character.

I do not ship incestuous ships. Do NOT follow/interact if you do.

The ship has to have chemistry; I’m generally shipping trash, but if they don’t click, they don’t click, sorry.

This is a multi-ship blog, meaning there will be more than one ship without them conflicting with eachother.

Relationships are eternal until you deem otherwise.

5. Whilst I am of age, I’m not aiming for sexual content on this blog (and will not be dealing with fetishes). That stuff makes me uncomfortable, and I typically don’t recommend pulling it with my characters if you’re interacting with me (not to mention there will be kids muses here, so no). Nonetheless, should it arise, I will tag it appropriately.

6. About reblogs…

I am not a meme source, and reblogs clog up my activity. Please reblog any memes you find on this blog from their SOURCE. The exception to this rule is if there is no source; go ahead.

I don’t feel comfortable with Personals reblogging my IC or OOC posts, so please don’t do that. If I put something in the fandom tags for whatever reason (bar promos), you’re free to, though.

A few times is fine, as it happens, but repeatedly breaking these rules will result in me soft blocking you.

I try to participate in reblog karma as much as I can, but always reblog from the source/a meme source.

If a post or ask is for you, you’re free to reblog it to save it though - but only if you’re an rp blog!

7. I’m a para / multi-para blog, novella if I’m adventurous and have time. Whilst I may roleplay crack threads with shorter responses, this does not apply to all threads I write. This means:

I write my replies as detailed as I can muster.

Short responses (such as one-liners) in more serious threads where I’ve written a decent deal can instantly kill my muse for that thread.

Whilst I’d prefer for partners to at least somewhat match my length, it’s entirely up to you - just try your best and make sure you give me enough to work with. ♡

If my muse happens to go nuts out of nowhere - like, overboard - don’t stress too much about matching them.

If para roleplays are not your forte at all, it’s not recommended you roleplay with me seriously. Anything else outside that is fine, though - we can still have fun outside of proper threads.

8. Threads typically happen naturally with me, but if you’re looking for interaction opportunities:

I’ll have a permanent starter call somewhere for you to hit up; honestly though, if you’re a mutual? Pls feel free to hit it up.

Starter memes are the BEST way to interact me because they just yeet a prompt at my face and really help me write starters. If you see me reblog one, send one!

Although there’s not many now, PLEASE specify muse when you send me an ask. I won’t know who to respond with if you leave it vague, and I don’t want to disappoint people.

If there’s a verse you’re interested in, please specify.

If you want to turn an ask into a thread, go ahead!

I may not roleplay with every starter I am given - I’ll do a ‘background check’ if you’re a new blog on the block. If I don’t feel your writing style/length matches mine, I might not respond. Apologies. ;__;

In that sense, I don’t recommend writing starters for me unless we’ve discussed something. I really don’t like to leave anyone hanging.

IMs are open to mutuals, if you want to do any in-depth plotting.

9. Guidelines on mains and relationships:

If we’re mutuals and we interact a lot, you’re welcome to ask me if I’d like to be your main!

Please don’t be offended if I deny, though; I typically want to pick those I trust to be my mains as well as people I can comfortably write with.

Not limited to them! I roleplay with duplicates galore so don’t be afraid to hit me up if you want to interact!

Also, friendship/family/rivalry relationships are EXTREMELY valid to me - so don’t feel scared about asking for them!

10. If you have any issues, please let me know and hopefully we can resolve it!

Mun is actually super nice, so don’t be afraid to hit her up!

I am absolutely terrible with IMs. I either respond quickly or days later, depends on my mood. Social anxiety tends to interfere with this - but honestly, if you’ve sent something, I’ve likely read it and just haven’t gotten around to it yet!

Please leave me out of drama; I’m here to have a good time, as is everyone else, and it pains me to see people arguing.

11. It’s easier with a clean dash for me, so I’m more likely to follow people who:

Trim their posts.

Have rules and about pages! I always read those before interacting or following!

If you don’t have either of those, I’m likely not to follow you - so make sure that you do!

12. On threads…

Honestly, unless I let you know, our threads have no expiry date - so no need to worry about me dropping them without telling you. I can just be quite slow sometimes.

13. Mun does not equal muse! Anything my muses might say does not reflect on how I think unless I explicitly say so.

14. The mun is TERRIBLE at breaking the ice. If I follow you, that means I WANT to interact with you - I’m just building up the confidence to do so! (Memes help greatly with this kinda thing.)

15. These rules may be subject to change.

Please like this post if you’ve read the rules! You don’t have to, but it’s of personal reassurance to me if you have.

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thedevianthunterrk800 · 6 years ago

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Response Time (Captain Allen x Reader)

Request: Could you do a gender neutral EMT!reader who's always patching up the swat team and just goes "If I didn't know any better I'd think you guys were trying to get hurt"

This honestly reminds me of that episode of 30 Rock when Jenna makes Kenneth eat strawberries to get an allergic reaction so that the cute EMT comes lol like big mood™️

i don’t actually know anything about being an EMT so pls excuse if i don’t portray that correctly ahhh

Tags: @connorfixinghistie @wiredhawkes

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The first time you’re dispatched to treat the Detroit Police SWAT unit, you admittedly prepare for the worst. After all, you’ve only ever had to deal with local emergencies so far, like car accidents, scuffles that’d gone south, and the occasional call to bring elderly to the hospital. While you’ve aided your fair share of officers and detectives, you’ve never once been in contact with the SWAT unit.

Until today, that is.

Now, you watched a lot of television growing up, and so you’re well aware what kind of situations the SWAT team normally responds to. You expect there to be bloodshed, explosions, fatal gunshot wounds; you know, the standard stuff you see in action movies.

That’s not the case, however.

The SWAT team comes out unharmed. Well, mostly unharmed. You treat a few of them for some cuts and grazes, but nothing that requires immediate transportation to the ER, surprisingly.

Not to mention, you notice that the guys don’t seem to be bothered by the whole ordeal. Whatever situation they dealt with must’ve been child’s play—or maybe they’re simply used to responding to all sorts of violence by now. Still, it’s unsettling to see them joking around as if they weren’t being shot at by armed hostiles only a few minutes ago, but you suppose all that means is that you aren’t cut out to join the SWAT team.

There’s just one guy in particular who remains quiet the whole time you examine him, which is unnerving in a different way because he’s the most handsome of the lot. Hell, he’s the most handsome guy you’ve ever met, and you wish he’d talk more because it’s getting increasingly difficult not to gawk at his perfectly sculpted face while dressing the cut on his neck.

Still, it’s not his obligation to make small-talk with you.

Not that you don’t try.

“Any other injuries?” you ask once you finish up, smiling at the expressionless SWAT member. He doesn’t return your smile, simply getting to his feet.

“That’s it. Thanks,” he says, giving you a curt nod. You offer him a small wave as he walks off, and you have to stop yourself from staring at his retreating back.

You don’t expect to see him again as quickly as you do, but not even a week later you’re once again gazing into the unimpressed face of who you mentally refer to as “SWAT Guy”. Of course, you know that there are other members in the squad, but only one of them looks like there’s a piece of shit right under his nose all the fucking time.

The situation they just handled appears to have been more dangerous than the last one, considering this time a few of the guys actually did sustain gunshot wounds. They’re immediately sent to the ER, and you’re left to check the other officers.

SWAT Guy at first glance looks alright, but you notice that he winces when you ask him to take a seat. He’s not bleeding, to your relief, but there’s no doubt he’s in pain. You have him remove his gear when he admits that he’s suffered a pretty nasty fall, and while your only goal is to tend to his injuries, you still can’t help yourself from feeling slightly flushed when he removes his black hoodie and shirt so you can examine his bruises.

You really try not to stare at his scarred six-pack and tattooed biceps.

It’s truly unfair that the only time an extremely gorgeous man strips in front of you is when he needs you to clean and bandage his wounds, but you would honestly consider these frequent exchanges with SWAT Guy to be one of the most intimate relationships in your life right now.

At this point, you’ve gotten used to working with Michigan’s finest SWAT unit. Either Detroit truly is in shambles or the DPD just sends these guys out for every little thing because there’s no way it’s normal how often you’re called to deal with them.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you guys are trying to get hurt,” you tell SWAT Guy one day. Considering he’s barely started speaking more than three words to you at a time, you never thought you’d live to see him actually laugh at one of your jokes but he suddenly does and the first thing you think is that it’s beautiful and you’d love to hear more of it.

“Shouldn’t this be good for you?” SWAT Guy replies with a small smirk, and you subconsciously swallow at the sight. “This means you’ll always have a job.”

“That’s true,” you agree with a devilish grin of your own, handing him an icepack for his many bruises. “I get paid per bone that you break.”

“I haven’t broken any bones.”

“Well, that’s why I keep telling you ‘break a leg’ every time we’re done here, huh?”

SWAT Guy shakes his head, but you swear you see the corners of his lips twitch upwards.

“I should really start handing out stamp cards,” you say jokingly as you apply antiseptic to the large cut on the SWAT captain’s forehead. You’ve already finished patching up the rest of the squad because the man always insists on being the last one checked out, regardless of the injuries he’s sustained. It’s pretty stupid, and on more than one occasion you’ve ignored his request, but still, you can’t help but admire his stubborn dedication.

In response to your teasing, Captain Allen—whose name you only discovered a few days ago—rolls his eyes, but he’s too slow to hide the smile that always seems to grace his lips during your brief exchanges. You grin and finish bandaging the wound, and you’re too focused on the task at hand to notice that Allen’s eyes never leave your face.

“All better!” you chirp, patting the freshly-dressed wound lightly.

“That was quick.”

“Thanks to you guys, I’ve gotten really good at dressing cuts. I can do it with my eyes closed.”

Allen fake-scowls and you’re furious how someone can look so effortlessly attractive. “You better fucking not.”

“What, don’t you trust me? After everything we’ve been through?” you gasp, holding a hand over your heart, which hammering in your chest at a thousand beats per minute right now. You can’t help it; not with Captain Allen sitting in front of you looking so calm and edible. He’s unbelievably charismatic and you’re a little annoyed that it took him so long to open up because he’s actually quite hilarious and you can’t get enough of him.

His job worries the shit out of you and of course you’d never wish for him to have to be sent out just so you can see him, but you definitely get a thrill every time you’re told to aid the SWAT team.

At your questions, Allen raises an eyebrow, and fuck if that isn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever seen a man do. “What makes you think I don’t trust you?”

“I can see the doubt in your eyes, Captain,” you sniff dramatically, pretending to wipe a tear from your eye. Allen chuckles at your antics once again before a more serious expression crosses his face.

You take note of this and frown. “What’s wrong?”

He suddenly hops to his feet, eyes wandering over to the SWAT vans where the rest of his team is mulling about.

His answer is unexpectedly sharp. “Nothing. Thanks again for your help.”

So much for trust, you think disappointedly as he stalks off.

Seeing Captain Allen evokes a combination of giddiness and fear in you that’s morally questionable for someone in your profession but regardless, you can’t help but look forward to treating him. Sometimes you find yourself feeling disappointed when you’re sent on a regular call, which is pretty fucked up because you’re definitely not supposed to have preferences as an EMT, but it’s gotten really hard to control yourself around a certain SWAT member.

Besides being unforgivingly handsome, he’s an exceptional leader and more level-headed than you can ever hope to be. He’s stoic and fearless to a fault, sure, but then he smiles and it knocks the wind out of you.

Uhm...you definitely don’t have a crush on him, though. That would be entirely unprofessional.

No, no. You just admire the man.

Really.

“Yesterday a kid called us because he didn’t want to go to school,” you tell Allen, who hasn’t sustained any injuries but decided to come talk to you anyway. You try not to read into that but you’ll be lying if you say you’re not extremely giddy right now. “We spent like, thirty minutes trying to figure out whether or not we actually had to take him anywhere.”

Captain Allen snorts, crossing his arms as he leans against the ambulance doors next to you. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“Nope. His mom eventually figured it out and I’m pretty sure he’s dead by now.”

“You should be fired for leaving someone to die then.”

“But then who’ll be there to patch up the local SWAT team?” you ask playfully, glancing up at the captain with a mischievous glint in your eye. The man is obviously trying not to smile but he almost gives in when he sees you waggling your eyebrows at him.

“I’m sure we’ll find a replacement.”

“Yeah, right. Who else is willing to come out every other day just to take care of your asses?”

Allen is full-on grinning now. You suddenly feel the urge to wipe it off his face with your lips. “Are you getting tired of us?”

Never, you think right away, but fuck if you’ll actually admit it. “Maybe a little. You take up all my free time, you know.”

“I apologize you have to do your job,” Captain Allen replies sarcastically and you laugh at that.

“I don’t mind if it’s you,” you reply without really thinking, and your eyes widen when you realize what you’ve said. Allen looks a little surprised but it’s nothing compared to how horrified you are right now by your own careless words. You chuckle nervously, pushing yourself upright and taking a few steps away from the captain. “Uh, because I wouldn’t want the SWAT team succumbing to their injuries or anything. Yeah. Imagine how fucked we’d be without you guys around, you know? Anyway, I have to go now. People be dying.”

It takes Captain Allen a good few seconds to process the complete bullshit that’s just spewed from your lips before he shrugs and steps away from the ambulance. He follows you quietly as you trudge over to the driver’s side of the vehicle, and you’re too busy mentally kicking yourself to notice him until he opens the door for you.

You blink. “Oh. Uhm, thank you.”

Allen nods distractedly. He waits for you to climb inside the cab and gently shuts your door. Starting the engine, you offer him a brief, sheepish smile.

Before you can drive away, he suddenly taps on your window and you jump.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you lower the window, hands shaking a little in anticipation—for what, you don’t exactly know. Still, you did sort of accidentally admit to Allen that you’re interested in him, so there’s no way he’s stopping you just to say bye, right? Maybe he wants you to clarify? Does it mean he actually feels the same—?

“Hey, I think you’re forgetting someone,” Allen’s voice cuts into your thoughts, and when you only continue to gape at him, he simply points to the distance where the rest of his team is, along with…

Fuck.

You almost left your partner.

“I was just warming the car,” you spit back as Allen shamelessly laughs at your mortified expression. You flush and sink backwards into your seat, covering your warm face with your hands in an attempt to block the world out.

You’ve never felt so fucking embarrassed in your life, and the fact that Captain Allen is the one to witness everything makes you want to crawl into a hole and fucking die.

Your stomach drops when you hop out of the ambulance and see at least six different police cruisers and two SWAT vans haphazardly parked outside a decrepit warehouse. There’s already another ambulance on scene and you mentally curse the Detroit traffic for slowing you down.

“I heard they’ve already evacuated half the team,” you hear your partner say from beside you, and for a second your world halts as you imagine a certain grumpy someone lying cold and lifeless somewhere in that warehouse. The thought shakes you to the core and you’re momentarily floored by how terrified you are for someone you barely know.

“Do you know who’s still in there?” you ask shakily, your ears ringing as you stare at the entrance of the warehouse for any sign of movement—any indication that SWAT Guy is alive and well.

“I know as much as you.”

The sound of several gunshots in the distance silences your reply and for a split second, everything stills. The world only gets much louder and livelier when you notice that SWAT members are now entering the premises.

“Why are they going in?” you ask nobody in particular, and as much as you want to run into the warehouse to see for yourself, you know better than to be that careless. Out of the corner of your eye, you see your partner shrug.

Truthfully, you don’t realize how invested you are in Captain Allen until you finally see a group of men walking out of the warehouse doors. You suddenly find yourself charging into the sea of commotion, weaving between officers to get close enough to the SWAT team because you have to know—

And there he is.

He looks agitated, if anything, running a hand through his slicked-back hair as he barks orders over his earpiece. You’re rooted to the spot, staring at him, transfixed, as though you’ve never seen him before, and you barely notice that he’s caught sight of you and is now headed in your direction.

Captain Allen begins to say a quick greeting when he reaches you, but he doesn’t even get a word in before you’re grabbing him by the front of his gear and tugging him down for a reckless, impulsive kiss.

He makes a noise of surprise and you feel him grip your shoulders, but instead of pushing you away like you expect, his hands only slip downwards to your waist and he pulls you so close you can feel every bump on the bulky vest that always seems to be attached to him. You sigh into his lips and he smiles at your contentment.

When you finally part, Captain Allen smirks at you. “Is that what I get for filling my stamp card?”

“Shut up,” you mutter, silencing his laughter with yet another kiss, hopefully just one of many more to come.

#captain allen x reader #captain allen detroit #captain allen dbh #captain allen detroit become human #daddy allen #daddy allen unit #my fics #requests #YEEEEET #i rlly think allen loves a funny reader bc hes so ded inside lol

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typicalfictosexualfangirl · 6 years ago

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Exchanged Whispers (BNHA Fan Fiction) - Chapter 1: Vernal

A/N: i’ve been seeing a couple of fanfictions where the reader is portrayed as a villain’s daughter aiming to become a hero or something of that sort, so i thought i’d change it up a little..

this is me trying my hand at writing fanfictions for the first time, so pardon me if chapters are short, the scenes aren’t entirely accurate as the actual anime/manga, and the characters if they aren’t exactly portrayed accurately. feel free to send in any constructive criticisms (not hate mail, pls know how to differentiate) and yeah, i’ll try to entertain and edit them as best as i can :)

just a heads up, it’s in the first person pov, which made it weird for me to read since I originally wrote the reader as ‘you’. and i’m not gonna go in depth on the characters in 1-C, since they don’t exactly play a main part in the story and also because i don’t wanna portray them wrongly, in case they do get portrayed in the manga in future, but i get to describe one or two of their appearances thanks to the sports festival arc 😚

p.s. [Y/F/N] means your full name

Chapter 1: Vernal

vernal (adj.) of, relating to, or occurring in the spring; fresh or new like the spring extracted from Dictionary by Merriam-Webster Inc.

I stood in front of the stairs and ruffled my hair in exasperation. I had rounded the building too many times to count and I’m back to square one where I started my futile search of my classroom.

I’m not one without a sense of direction, which just shows how huge the building was with their floors being at least 2 metres tall, identical walls painted white with a blue border framing the upper part, and floor-to-ceiling glass windows. It was like a maze, every turn I take looks exactly the same as the corridor I just passed, except for the different labels on the doors which are the only identification of my present location, and in my current case, the counters to how many times I have ran down a certain corridor.

I took a deep breath in and exhaled to calm my impatience and prepared for Search Attempt #7. Just as I rounded the corner for the *insert large number here* time that day, I bumped into something, or someone to be more specific, and fell back onto my hands, both in surprise and exhaustion. “Are you alright?” A hand appeared in my field of vision, offering to help me up on my feet.

My eyes travelled up to the face behind the hand. The boy standing in front of me had spiky red hair and sharp teeth, and if I looked closely, I could see a slight scar above his right eye.

I dusted my skirt and nodded, “Yup, thanks for the hand.”

“No problem, I was the one who caused your fall in the first place.”

I shook my head and hummed in disagreement, “I wasn’t paying attention to my surroundings, I was at fault too.”

“The name’s Kirishima Eijiro, it’s nice to meet you,” he offered me a hand again, this time for me to shake, which I gently took and did so.

I introduced myself as well, “It’s a pleasure to meet you too, Kirishima.”

“So, [Y/N],” the way he said my name sent a chill down my spine, “what are you doing wandering these halls alone when class is about to start-“ he paused to check the time on his phone- “in a minute?”

I rubbed the back of my neck awkwardly. “To be honest, I’m kind of lost,” I admitted sheepishly.

He chuckled at my response, “I’m not surprised. What class are you from?”

“1-C.”

General studies, huh? “I’ll take you there.”

It was only at that moment when I realised how late I was. “Holy crap, I am so dead, and I am going to drag you down with me!” I started to panic.

“No, it’s okay, my classroom’s near yours anyway,” he tried to calm me down and gave me a reassuring grin.

“Speaking of, you haven’t told me what class you’re from.”

“Me? I’m from 1-A,” he replied, the smile still plastered on his face. “Well, we’d better get going, otherwise we’ll be later than we already are.”

I thanked him for the trouble and proceeded to walk side-by-side with my benefactor as he led me down the winding halls to my classroom.

When I walked into my classroom, my classmates were already in their seats and the teacher was briefing the class on what our first activity in UA will be. Everyone turned to look at me in question, except a boy who was sat in the corner near the back door, his chin on his palm, and staring out the window. All I can make up of him was his crazy tuft of purple hair. When the teacher hurried me to take a seat, I briefly nodded and took a quick glance around the class before realising that the only seat left available was one beside him. I briskly walked to my seat and settled down, catching up with what I might have missed as the teacher repeated what he had said (for my sake).

When lunch break finally came around, I was immediately surrounded by my classmates. “Oh my god, your parents are MIND DUO right?” The very mention of my parents made me shudder, but I smiled at my classmates and nodded.

“Ooh, what are they like? How is it like to be the daughter of MIND DUO?” their incessant questioning caused my brain to stop functioning entirely. I was clearly struggling to answer all their questions but nobody seemed to notice.

Except for a certain someone I never would have thought of.

“Can’t you see she’s uncomfortable? Why don’t you all leave her alone?” a gruff voice suddenly came from my right.

Everyone turned to look at the source of the voice, including me, even though I already knew who it was. Finally able to get a good look at his face, I could see his messy hair framing the upper half of his face and bags under his hooded eyes of a matching colour. As soon as he said that, he stood up and sighed, leaving the classroom to remove himself from the situation.

“We’re sorry if we were bothering you,” my classmates apologised before introducing themselves one at a time.

“Having parents with such awesome quirks, what might your quirk be?” a male classmate with brown hair and dark skin asked.

“Amiability,” I responded rather quickly, as if it was my second nature. “It’s not as flashy as my parents’ quirks but basically, I get along with people really well, both heroes and villains alike.”

My classmates looked at me with tilted heads and confused faces, causing me to burst out laughing. “It means that I can dupe them into thinking I’m one of them, allowing me to lower their guards and get more information out of them,” I continued with a smile.

Scattered ‘oh’s reverberated through the air as my classmates slowly understood what I said.

I excused myself and left the classroom, in search of my tablemate (sort of) to thank him for what he did earlier, but my original plan was interrupted when I heard someone call out to me as I passed by 1-A classroom. I backed up and my head popped into the classroom, peeping inside to see a familiar red head waving at me and signalling for me to go in. He was standing at the table of a boy with ash blonde hair that was styled not so differently from his. The scowl on his face made me hesitate for a moment but I managed to gather the courage to step inside. I could feel everyone’s eyes on me as I walked towards Kirishima, but the overwhelming feeling of me being in a hero class overtook the out-of-place sensation.

“[Y/N]!” Kirishima welcomed me enthusiastically as soon as I reached his side and started rambling on about something to me, although I wasn’t really paying attention to what he was saying as I felt the seated boy burn holes through my head with his glaring red eyes.

Kirishima looked over at the frowning boy and realisation dawned upon him. “Ah, I forgot to introduce the two of you. [Y/N], this is Bakugo Katsuki. Bakugo, this is [Y/F/N].”

I awkwardly lifted a hand and mumbled a ‘hi’, a subtle side-grin forming on my face. The only response I received in return was a scoff, which I was taken aback by. Before I could ask Kirishima to hold me back to stop me from beating the crap out of this r00D boi, he took my arm and dragged me around the classroom, eyes glistening eagerly, “Let me introduce you to the rest of my classmates!”

“Sure…” I barely managed to respond as I tried to comprehend the current situation I was in.

“Ooh, who’s that beauty you’ve got with you, Kirishima?” a girl with horns, pink skin, and hair a shade darker came up to the both of us.

“Oh, Ashido, this is [Y/N]. She’s from class 1-C,” Kirishima halted in his tracks, letting go of my arm and pointed back at me, who was a step behind him, with his thumb. I pouted slightly at the loss of contact.

“You’re from the general studies? How’s the curriculum like there? What do you learn? Is it any different from the hero course? Why did you apply for general studies? What’s your quirk? Do you have a boyfriend?” she was like an assault rifle, attacking me relentlessly with her never-ending questions, but her last question definitely caught me off guard.

“Um…” I was trying to find the right words to answer when Kirishima stood between me and the overly-excited Ashido.

“Hey, hey, cool it. You’re gonna scare her away.”

She gave a coy grin, “Oops, sorry.”

As Kirishima picked up my arm again and pulled me past her, my free hand covered one side of my lips and I managed to whisper into her ear, “Actually, I applied to UA in hopes of finding a boyfriend.”

I winked at her as she gaped at my fading silhouette. “Call me Mina!” she yelled before I disappeared from her sight. Without looking back, I waved her off casually in acknowledgement.

Throughout the whole introductory journey, Kirishima was a really big help in overcoming my awkwardness and insecurity, but it was also partially thanks to my quirk that everyone was really easy to get along and communicate with. Except for that one gross and creepy perv that I really don’t want to have anything to do with (you already know who it is).

I took a quick look around the classroom and saw Jiro holding an opened bottle of ice water, trying to get past Mineta. I imagined the water emptying onto his small stature and blinked, a smirk forming on my lips as it became a reality.

“Well, lunch break’s almost over. Want to go and grab a quick bite before class starts?” Kirishima turned to me once he was done, taking a deep breath and exhaling from all the exhaustion.

I nodded at his suggestion, almost too quickly to be natural.

He smiled and led me out of the class, unaware that he was still holding on to my arm.

A/N: THAT’S IT for this chapter, it turned out longer than i expected, started with 300+ words and ended up being 1,300+ words, or more than that

i do hope you enjoyed reading this as much as i enjoyed writing it (minus the parts where i got frustrated with writer’s block, and putting what i imagine into words) get ready for the escalation in the story though, you’ll never see it coming ;)

Exchanged Whispers Chapter List

Chapter 2 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 4

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chasholidays · 7 years ago

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Pls write Bellarke in Agent Carter (Bellamy as Daniel Sousa) because them bonding over being treated like shit for their gender/disability is what I live for. I would love to see dramatic Bellamy move across the country after being turned down by Clarke only to find out later that she actually was busy (but the wikia pages don't really mention it, so if you haven't seen the show, don't worry about it). (if you haven't seen it, the Agent Carter and Daniel Sousa MCU wikia pages have the best info)

The first thing Bellamy says to Clarke Griffin is, “You must be the new secretary.”

Her eyes flick up to him, barely even looking. “I must be.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

“I doubt it,” she says. “Did you need something? Copies, coffee?”

He frowns, taken aback. “No, I just wanted to introduce myself. Bellamy Blake.”

“Clarke Griffin,” she says. She’s still not looking at him. “A pleasure.”

It’s as much of a dismissal as he’s ever heard, and he’s not sure what else to say but goodbye.

He figures it out when Kane comes in and introduces her to the room at large. “Everyone, this is Clarke Griffin. Our newest special agent.”

It takes him a day to come up with what he wants to say to her. It was an honest mistake, but he knows from being on the receiving end of many such honest mistakes himself, he knows it’s not a comfort to hear that he had made an assumption he shouldn’t have. For every person whose mistake really was honest, there are five more who are pretending. Agent Griffin has apparently dealt with it enough that she doesn’t even bother with corrections, just lets the error slide and waits for the truth to come out on its own.

So a simple apology seems easiest. He goes to her desk and starts with, “Excuse me.”

He can see her shoulders tense, but when she sees him, she relaxes.

That’s something.

“I just wanted to apologize,” he says. “For the other day.”

“I should apologize too,” she says, to his surprise. “I should have just corrected you.”

“I assume you spent the entire morning with people who knew who you were asking you to get them coffee.”

That makes her smile. “I did. I thought everyone had heard about me by the time you showed up.”

“I’m not exactly in the loop for gossip. I heard some talk of a secretary, and nothing about the new agent.” He pauses, but then adds, “Before I lost my leg, I’d get asked if I was a janitor.”

“And after?”

He taps his crutch. “No one thinks I can do anything useful with just one leg.”

“So you’re saying all I have to do to keep people from asking me to make coffee is lose a leg?”

He lets out a surprised bark of laughter before he can stop himself, but Clarke looks pleased and a little relieved, so he doesn’t apologize. Aside from his sister and his friend Raven, he’s not sure anyone’s ever made a casual joke about his injury, and it’s amazing how nice it is.

“You could try it,” he says. “I’m sure we have someone in lockup who would be happy to take one of yours off.”

“We’ll see how many copies I have to make, but I might take you up on that.”

“I am sorry,” he says.

She shakes her head. “You don’t have to apologize. As soon as you left, one of the secretaries told me you must not know. I’m sorry for giving you the cold shoulder.”

“You has no reason to think better of me than anyone else.”

“So no one needs to apologize,” she says, with a small smile. “And we can start over.”

“Sure.” He shifts on his crutches, freeing his hand so he can offer it to her. “Bellamy Blake.”

She shakes with a firm grasp he’s sure she’s had to work on to be taken seriously. “Clarke Griffin,” she says. “Nice to meet you.”

“So, I guess birds of a feather really do flock together, huh, Blake? I thought you’d be happy we finally had someone more useless than you. Must be nice to not be at the bottom of the barrel.”

Bellamy takes a breath, counts to five under his breath before he says anything. He basically always wants to punch John Murphy, but it’s gotten worse in the last week. Still, the last thing Agent Griffin needs is him fighting for her honor. She can take care of herself. She wouldn’t thank him for doing it for her.

“As long as you’re around, I know I’m not at the bottom of anything, Murphy. If you were better at your job, you’d have something to do other than worry about getting a new coworker.”

“You hoping she’s going to fuck you? I don’t blame you, must be hard to find someone willing to put the effort in, but someone like her must be gagging for it.”

This time, he has to count to ten. “Sounds like you’ve put a lot more thought into this than I have. Thanks for worrying, but I think it’s probably easier if I handle my romantic life and you take handle your own.” He pauses, for effect now, instead of to get his temper in control. “Then again, with your track record, I can see why you’d want my help. Haven’t seen many people willing to put the effort into dealing with a dick like you. I mean yours,” he adds, innocent, and Murphy’s eyes flash.

But he just shakes his head. “Well, I’m rooting for you crazy kids. If two freaks can’t find happiness together, who can?”

He takes off before Bellamy can respond, which probably counts as a win for Bellamy, but it’s hard to feel good about it. It’s exhausting, spending every fucking day fighting just to prove he belongs as much as anyone else does.

It must be exhausting for Agent Griffin too, which is why he stops by her desk at the end of the day and says, “Do you want to get a drink?” Her expression clouds over, and he realizes his mistake. “Because it’s been a long week and I need a drink,” he says. “I thought you might too. My best friend works at a bar, and some other friends will be there. Ladies, as well as men.”

Her shoulders slump. “That would be lovely, yes. Why don’t you tell me where to meet you and I’ll come in an hour or so?”

“Sounds good,” he says. “I’ll see you in an hour or so.”

It becomes a part of their routine, Fridays spent at the bar, trading stories of who’s been awful this week, of how hard it was climbing through the ranks, trying to earn respect with limited success. They discuss the different ways they cope, Bellamy admitting his distaste for the macho posturing he participates in, Clarke admitting she sometimes wishes she could just throw a punch instead of playing it cool.

His feelings for her are inevitable, the natural evolution of how much he enjoys her company, how much he admires her, how much time they spend together and how well they get along. For all he tries to fight it, he falls hard, and for all he tells himself she’s not interested in him, he can’t help hoping. He knows that she’s still nursing a broken heart, that she lost a lover and that’s part of why she relocated. The last thing he wants is to make her think this has all been a ruse, that he’s been playing a long game, getting close to her just because he wants something.

The last thing he wants to do is lose her.

“She knows you better than that,” is what Miller tells him. “Not saying she feels the same way, hell if I know. But I think she knows you well enough that she isn’t going to think you faked everything about your relationship.”

“She knows you like her,” Raven adds. “Hell, she knows you respect her and value her as a person. Like Miller said, she might not say yes, but she’ll know you’re not just asking because you think she’s attractive. You’re attracted to her because you got to know her, you didn’t get to know her because you were attracted to her.”

“I know. Trust me, I didn’t want this to happen.” He scrubs his face. “She doesn’t have a lot of allies. I don’t want her to lose me.”

“You don’t have a lot of allies either,” Miller says. “I know how many assholes there are in your office. She’s not the only one with something to lose, so maybe even if it goes wrong, you guys could keep each other.”

He squints between Miller and Raven. “You really think this is a good idea.”

Raven shrugs. “I think you’d be happier and she would be too. Seems like it’s worth asking. I don’t think you’re going to ruin your life.”

“Thanks.” He runs his hand through his hair. “Okay. I’ll think about it. Good talk, team.”

Clarke shows up a few minutes later, sliding onto the stool next to him, smiling at him, setting his heart racing.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. Got caught up in a project. Did I miss anything?”

“Nope,” says Bellamy, returning her smile easily. “Nothing at all.”

The next Friday, he waits until most everyone has left and stops by Clarke’s desk. She’s on the telephone and holds up her hand, so he waits, reminding himself to not be nervous, that this isn’t a big thing. He’s just asking a question. She’ll say yes or no, and they’ll proceed from there.

“Hi, sorry,” says Clarke, looking flustered. “What’s up?”

“Everything okay?”

“It’s fine. Just following up on some cases. Drinks tonight? I probably need one.”

It’s as perfect an opening as he could ask for. “Yeah, I was going to ask, um–you want to do drinks just the two of us tonight? Somewhere a little nicer, maybe.”

For a second, her face is just frozen, but then he sees the change in it, and he knows the answer before she even opens her mouth. “Bellamy, I’m so sorry, I–”

“It’s fine,” he says. “I thought I’d ask. We can just do the usual. Miller’s working, I bet he’ll give you a free drink if you tell him how bad your day was.”

She opens and closes her mouth. “I hope so.” Her phone starts ringing again, and she winces. “Fuck, I’m sorry, I have to–”

“Go ahead. See you at the bar in a few hours?”

“Assuming my phone ever stops ringing.” She bites the corner of her mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have anything to apologize for. See you tonight?”

“Yeah,” she says. “See you tonight.”

She sounds like she means it, but it’s six months before he sees her again.

In his line of work, people move. They appear and disappear without warning, off on new projects, chasing leads, sent away to where they’re most useful. It happens all the time, and everyone expects it. He knows better than to take it personally.

Still, if it had been him, he would have made time to say goodbye to Clarke before he left.

Murphy’s the one who tells him she’s back, which makes sense, given how much shit he gave Bellamy about Clarke “dumping” him when she first left. Aside from Miller and Raven, there’s no one else as invested in Bellamy’s non-relationship with Clarke as Murphy is.

“Seen your girlfriend yet?” is what he asks, and it takes Bellamy a minute to make the connection.

“I don’t have a girlfriend right now,” he says. Before, he would have made a crack about it, maybe said he didn’t know Murphy’s mother was in town, but Clarke got him thinking about the way that speaking to Murphy in his own language could be damaging to women, so he’s trying to be less combative.

Then his brain catches up with what Murphy actually said, and he nearly loses his balance. He can’t mean her. He can’t. Bellamy must just be hoping.

Murphy looks triumphant. “So, she didn’t tell you she was back. I knew it.”

“More evidence that she’s not my girlfriend. What do you want, exactly?”

“I don’t get you, Blake,” he finally says, and Bellamy shrugs on shoulder.

“The feeling is mutual. I have work to do.”

Word that Clarke is back spreads around the office and the knowledge takes up residence under Bellamy’s skin. The whole day, he’s itchy and anxious, torn between his desire to see her and his nervousness about what they are to each other. He knows it probably wasn’t personal, that she was on business, important business, that she left suddenly, without time for goodbyes, but it still hurt.

He stays late, working until he’s sure the building is empty, but of course she’s waiting for him in the lobby. She looks a little tired, like she’s had a rough few months, and his annoyance flags.

She’s probably had a worse time than he has. She probably needs a friend.

“Hi,” he says. “I heard you were back.”

“Yeah. I thought–” She worries her lip, but when he eyes meet his, they’re steady and certain. “I thought we could get dinner, and I could fill you in. If you’re still–if you want.”

“Dinner,” he repeats.

“I had a lot going on. There was–I’m not good at trusting people. But while I was gone, all I could think about was–” She smiles. “Okay, most of what I was thinking about was what I was doing and making sure I stayed alive. But I thought about you a lot too. I had this fantasy about showing up at the bar and asking if I could buy you a drink, but the timing didn’t work out. So–dinner. Since I didn’t have time for the drink.”

“Dinner would be nice,” he says, mouth a little dry. “That’s why you said no?” he can’t help adding. He’d been so ready for her to turn him down, it never occurred to him that the end of her sorry might not have been I don’t think of you like that.

“Yeah, I just–I didn’t think I had time. Until I got things figured out.”

“And they’re figured out now?”

“I hope so, yeah. Want to get dinner and hear all about it?”

“Yeah, I’d love to,” he says.

They get the drink after dinner, and Clarke tugs him down for a kiss before they part, and Bellamy will admit, she was worth the wait.

#rose-tinted-nightmares

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kl4us4 · 7 years ago

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THE RED STRING

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

A/N: hi chapter 16 is finally here pls tell me what you think ily

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Your thoughts are sprinting at a thousand miles per hour. Handling curiosity has never been a strong point for you, even on the Ark. But now it was worse. It’s so different here. Despite everything that you were told, there are people on the ground. In your head, you memorised the book you had seen amongst the clutter of the desk.

Lincoln went again due to an ‘errand’ he had to complete. He said it was something important. You never took your eyes off of him as he picked up the book and left without another word.

It was odd. He was weird about where he was going and you didn’t trust him. Firstly, instead of grabbing a weapon, he took a book. The spear was left resting against the wall. It’s clearly been used at least daily due to the evident marks and scratches upon its metal.

So why did he leave it? You assume he’s going somewhere he doesn’t need weapons; somewhere he knows he’ll be safe.

Neither of you wanted to be confined in this cave anymore. Lincoln was out of sight. Glancing at Bellamy, you watch him lifting and bending his leg.

He grunts in pain. “We need to go.”

“I know.” You respond, understanding the gravity of the situation you’re in. The longer you’re both away, the less control you have over the teenagers. Who knows who’s running the camp now. “But can you even walk?”

He looks down, wanting nothing more than to leave. Pushing both his hands against the wall behind him, Bellamy tries to stand up. When you stand and begin to walk over to him, he holds his hand out and stops you.

“I know you want to help but if we’re going to leave today, I need to do this myself.” He lets go of the wall. You just nod.

Turning to the desk and various cupboards and drawers, you begin to open them and search. You’re not exactly sure what you’re looking for but you keep looking anyway. You never know what you might find hidden away. If this grounder could heal Bell’s leg, who knows what else he might have. "There's nothing else, Y/N." He tells you, pulling your hand away from the plethora of scribblings on paper.

“There might be something useful.” You move his hand away, wanting to see if there’s anything else you can do to lessen his pain.

He moves your hands once again and you roll your eyes. “Stop-”

“You’re hurt, Bellamy!” You turn to him, immediately looking down, “Just let me help you.” Your heart beats wildly. You want to leave but you don’t want to lose him on the way.

“Fine.” He sounds defeated, knowing deep down that he needs all the help he can get. “5 minutes.”

You continue to search, feeling Bellamy's eyes on the back of your head. In a leather bag, you find something. It’s a bunch of leaves tied up together with a string. “Bellamy,” you call after him, waving your hand for him to walk to you, “Come here.”

“What is it?” He asks before standing beside you. Showing him the leaves, he looks down at his leg, wondering if it’s the same thing Lincoln had placed on him. He attempts to bend down to pull open the cut fabric of his pants but winces out in pain in the process.

You move his hands away and he watches you kneel down and place your hand on his lower thigh. You place the leaves next to the one on his leg. Basically identical.

“It’s the same. We’re taking it.” You announce, your eyes still focused on the wound before you pass the leaves to Bellamy. You rise, looking at the injured boy. Grabbing the spear Lincoln left, you head for the door. “Now we can leave.”

When you walk past him, Bellamy can’t help but smile. A smile that he would never in a million years let you see. He just stands there facing the wall with a smile and a good feeling in his chest.

“You coming?” You wonder, looking at the back of his head. After all, you weren’t prisoners. The two of you were completely capable of handling yourselves and finding your way back to your people.

Lincoln didn’t chain you up or lock you inside his cave. All he gave was a warning of what lies outside. You reckon you haven’t come this far just to hide in fear.

Bellamy nods, turning around and following you out of the cave. You feel vulnerable. Almost naked. Outside the cave, there’s plenty of trees giving you shade from the scorching sun. But you still felt like you were being watched.

Your eyes scan the area, not only for a familiar path but for any other grounders. Bellamy does the same, standing beside you. “I think I recognise this path.” He states, “I’ll lead, stay close.”

His walk is unsteady but he soldiers on, like Bellamy Blake so often does. You begin to wonder if this boy ever quits. On the Ark, he was persistent to live even after shooting the Chancellor and running for his life.

And now after taking an arrow to his leg, he’s still persistent. It gives you an odd feeling, you almost wish you could be like him. He’s already done so many terrible things here, yet he’s still moving forward.

Whereas you feel like you could break at any given moment. Your mother’s gone, 300 of your people are gone too, and Jaspers already faced a near-death experience.

After everything, Bellamy Blake is still surviving. He’ll continue to survive. You wish you could say the same about yourself but it’s just not true. All your life, you’ve been on the sidelines, just barely even existing.

All you did was go to school to do work, come back home to do school work, and spend your weekends doing school work. The only difference that weekends held was you would spend it with the two people you loved most in the world - Jasper and Monty.

You would sit on the couch, writing long answers for short physic questions while they got higher than the Ark.

Now that you’re on the ground, you don’t feel different. Despite there being no school, no homework, and no drugs, your life felt the same. You haven’t changed.

Deep down, you thought you would. You thought you’d be like Bellamy, giving the teenagers a home to thrive in. All you’ve done is follow his orders, you feel like you haven’t had an original idea of your own.

Deeper down, you knew you’d be useless here.

100 teenagers were sent to the ground to give humanity a chance to continue to live on Earth. If only they knew you didn’t want to be on Earth.

The vulnerability fades and so do you, into your thoughts. It’s almost like you’re in a comatose state. You long for the halls of the Ark. You want to listen to the machine hum as you fell asleep, not crickets. You want the A+ scores you would get on the papers that seemed to validate you.

Ultimately, you wanted to know what you’re doing was right. Down here, there’s no test coming back to tell you whether you’re good or not, there’s no scoring system that lets you know you’re on the right path.

Down here, you just blindly walk down whichever dark road you find.

The sound of a branch breaking doesn’t seem to wake you up. It’s your name being called that makes you stumble over your own feet to turn around.

When you turn around, you feel the brea wiped clean from your lungs. “Octavia?”

“What are you doing here?” Bellamy questions, his voice full of anger as he looks at her younger sister. “With him?”

Bellamy’s eyes meet Lincolns, who stands beside Octavia. You don’t say anything, you just look between the two with wide, shocked, eyes. Has O been sneaking out of camp this whole time... to meet up... with Lincoln?

“Don’t get mad.” She replies quickly, taking a step forward towards her brother.

Bellamy gives her an incredulous look, “Don’t get mad?” He repeats, shaking his head slightly. “Why are you out here, O?”

“I was looking for you, Lincoln told me he rescued you. He told me you were hurt so I came to help bring you home. I’m glad you’re okay.” Octavia adds, giving you and Bellamy a look but not a smile. Bellamy just glances at Lincoln and Octavia realises her explanation isn’t done, “As for Lincoln, you’re not the only one he saved. You were busy with Jasper one night and I left. I got hurt but I’m fine. He helped me.”

With his arms folded, Bellamy frowns. “You’ve been friends with the enemy this whole time?”

“Bellamy,” Octavia replies, a frown of her own. “He’s not the enemy. You’d be dead without him.” She stresses angrily. Bellamy knows that’s true but he also knows that his people aren’t as nice as Lincoln claims he is.

When Bellamy looks down - a sign suggesting he’s ignoring what she’s saying - Octavia looks to you. It’s been rough between the Blake siblings ever since Octavia - and everyone - found out that Bellamy shot Jaha to follow his sister to the ground. Not to mention the culling on the Ark.

You know she needs your opinion on this. But you don’t know what the hell to say. “You don’t know him, O.” You sigh, knowing it’s not really about that. It’s the fact that for once in her life, Octavia was free.

She got out, she had a taste of the childhood she never got. She got to explore and she even met someone. If you tell her off for this, it’s like you’re telling her she doesn’t deserve to be free.

She gives you an angry look, letting out a scoff. “Wow, you two really are the perfect leaders.” O states, looking to her brother. “You finally have someone who’ll follow you like a sheep.”

“Jasper nearly died.” You justify yourself but you know it’s feeble.

“That wasn’t Lincoln.”

“I didn’t say it was.” You reply quickly, feeling anger rise inside you. You just want to go to camp. “It was his people. We can’t trust them.”

Octavia takes a step towards you, not caring about personal space. You bite the inside of your cheek as she speaks, “Maybe you can’t. But I know a good person when I see one.” She glances at Bellamy and he feels his heart sink.

Octavia's words remind him of last night. The words of him not being good enough run through his head. His sister doesn’t think he’s a good person. What if she’s right?

Suddenly, Bellamy wishes Lincoln was never there to save him.

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silkhyung · 8 years ago

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MESSAGE DELIVERED | pt.1

→ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader / Namjoon x Reader → Genre: fluff, smut, angst, humor → Words: 2,517 → Rated: NC-17 → Warnings: alcohol, language

→ Summary: A text message sent to the wrong number turns into a long lasting affair between two people completely opposite one another.

→ Note: This is an old thing and actually the first thing I wrote after the accident, and I decided to post it again because I kind of hold it close to my heart ? It’s not all going to be texts between the characters, but quite a lot of backstory and stuff the more we get into it. It’ll be told from both Y/N’s POV and Jungkook’s. Please enjoy! :)

Parts: 01 : interim : 02 : 03 : coming soon

cr.

The first time you receive one it’s in the middle of the night.

At first you simply stir in your sleep, turning around as if that will somehow stop the annoying buzzing resounding from under your pillow. When it doesn’t, you grab the cursed device and flip it over in your hands, wondering whom of your stupid friends decided to be an excruciating pain in the ass this late.

━ unknown 1:32am Heeeeeey what was the name of the beatle who walked first on the Abbey road cover? I’m trying to get into joys pants and she’s a huge beatles and pop quiz fan Help me out pls Hyung?

You squint at the screen.

The Beatles? Joy? Pop quiz? You are pretty sure you don’t know any people named Joy, and all your friends listen to crappy pop and crappy pop only, and the answer is John. Another thing you are most certain of is that you are not a hyung. But… wait…

… who?

Your text of the standard question “who’s this?” is interrupted by three familiar dots blinking, indicating this stranger on the other side of the screen is writing again. Sighing, you wait for their next text. Perhaps they had realized their mistake and would apologize and leave you alone now?

━ unknown 1:33am she’s abt to bail soon help me

Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes to see better, you quickly text them back.

━ 1:34am Hey I think you’ve got the wrong number But the answer is John Hope it all works out lol

It is silent for a few seconds, your messages staring back at you blankly while the other side seems completely dead. You wonder briefly if the stranger and the even more strange Joy had gotten frisky because of your help as you lock your phone with a relieved puff of breath, burying it under your pillow again.

The buzzing returns just as you settle back into a comfortable position, and even though you don’t want to - you need to sleep - curiosity makes you dig it out again to check what’s going on.

━ unknown 1:37am So not Taehyung?

A tired, lazy smile breaks free and you snort amusedly.

━ 1:38am Nope this is Y/N

━ unknown 1:38am Shit sorry But thanks for the answer

━ 1:39am Np

━ unknown 1:39am Lucky i accidentally texted another beatles fan lol I would’ve known 2 if i wasnt so drunk

You let out another snort.

━ 1:40am Sure dude

━ unknown 1:40am Yeah anyways thanks again

With that, you lock your screen and place it on your nightstand, smiling tiredly to yourself while shifting in bed, trying to get comfy again. Hopefully you won’t wake up with circles as black as your soul in a couple of hours.

The second time the unknown number pops up on your screen you’re in the library trying to work on your latest exam paper due this week. Not exactly something you want to do on a Tuesday night, but what does one not go through to keep the grades up?

Several heads belonging to those study nerds your friends sometimes make fun of but you actually identify with turn to stare at you accusingly and you sheepishly smile back at them, hiding your phone under the table to not disturb anyone else.

It’s been three days since the first text on Saturday and you curiously smile at the screen.

━ unknown 7:11pm Hey last cover song beatles did?

A breathy laugh escape you for some reason, and you quickly sink back in your seat, hiding your smile under the cover of your hand to not irritate any more study nerds than you already have.

You quickly shoot back a question of your own.

━ 7:12pm Is your hyung not available?

━ unknown 7:12pm I think he’s ignoring m

━ 7:13pm Lol poor u. I think it’s Maggie Mae but i’m not sure

The dots showing he was writing start moving, then still and begin moving again several times before your phone finally buzzes again.

━ unknown 7:15pm Wow i might actually score thanks to you Thanks beatles genius

Muffling your laugh with the sleeve of your shirt, you bite into your lip amusedly as you type a quick answer back.

━ 7:16pm Np beatles amateur

━ unknown 7:17pm lol

Even though some small part of you want to, you decide against responding to that. The beatles amateur whose name you still haven’t gotten is probably on a date with that Joy who enjoyed the Beatles pop quizzes so much, and you don’t want to intrude. Especially not since you’re just a stranger in his phone.

Despite this, your mind is very much focused on everything besides the computer screen before you, often lingering on a strange guy - guy since he has a hyung - who sucks at Beatles quizzes and apparently can’t get laid on his own.

Third time, it’s Friday and you’re on the bus on your way to meet up with a friend for a few drinks when your phone buzzes, interrupting the soothing tune of Coldplay’s greatest hit with an annoying pling.

You forcefully fish out your phone from the deep pocket of your coat and despite yourself, you smile at the screen when you see the unknown yet familiar number of your Beatles stranger shining on your screen.

━ unknown 5:45pm Hey another question. Do you by chance own an iPhone?

━ 5:46pm Why are you asking me out of all people? But yeah I do

The three dots start moving, then they stop just as quickly. You bite into your lip watching him start typing and stopping several times. You’re just about to lock your phone when he finally sends you the message he spent almost a minute working on.

━ unknown 5:47pm Idk

━ 5:48pm Really?

While he seemingly writes the longest reply in history, you’re at the street Jeongyeon told you to meet her at, so you hop off the bus. Scanning the crowd for your friend who’s nowhere to be seen, you decide to hang back outside the flower shop she mentioned, waiting for her while simultaneously waiting for a reply about the iPhone from the stranger in your phone.

━ unknown 5:51pm How do I download music?

You let out a loud laugh, your cheeks red from both embarrassment because of your obnoxious laughing as well as the biting cold. It reminds you of why you hate winter so much.

━ 5:52pm How can you NOT know that? What are you, 80 yrs old?

━ unknown 5:53pm Apparently lol pls help me out it’s embarrassing asking my friends

━ 5:53pm Buy from iTunes Or ask someone to help you download illegally i guess? Or u know,,, Spotify, Soundcloud, Naver?

━ unknown 5:54pm Spotify it is! Thanks!

Your thumbs linger over the keyboard, wondering if you would offend him somehow writing what you have in mind, but decide to just fuck it. It’s still just a stranger.

━ 5:55pm Np grandpa

His reply comes so quick it actually takes you off guard.

━ unknown 5:55pm HA HA I’m not that old

━ 5:56pm Whatever you say Grandpa

━ unknown 5:56pm T.T

You smile unnecessarily big, your thumbs hovering over your screen as you’re about to type out an answer when you hear your name being called by Jeongyeon. Looking up, you find her jogging towards you with her phone high in the air, waving the lit screen at you.

“Hey”, she breathes out, hunching over to catch her breath before straightening up. “Didn’t you get my texts?”

You flush, not because of the guilt over missing them but because of the fact you let this stranger take up so much of your attention you didn’t even realize you’d gotten text messages from your friend.

“Oh, sorry”, you say as the two of you begin walking side by side to the apparently amazing bar she’d wanted to go to since she first heard about it a month ago. The only reason you were here with her was because it could be something nice to add to your column. “Mind was preoccupied.”

“Don’t worry about it.” She waves her hand dismissively while checking the directions on her phone. “Oh, great news! I talked to that guy from my history class who recommended the bar and he told me this rising hot band was playing, so I hope you’ve got your notebook in there somewhere”, she says and nudges your purse with an arch of an eyebrow.

A part of you is disappointed by the news, because for once in your life you’d like to be able to go to a bar or club and enjoy yourself instead of having to critique the band playing - because there is always a band playing. Rising hot bands are like mosquitoes in this town, constantly popping up everywhere.

Running a popular music column for an even more popular magazine while still in college may have been your ultimate dream come true, but it was still a lot of work that you sometimes felt like you could most definitely live without. But, to not hurt Jeongyeon’s feelings who probably arranged for the two of you to go the same day as this new band - and judging by her proud grin she definitely did - you give her a genuine smile.

“Really? What’re they called?”

She tells you to turn right while thinking for a few seconds. “BTS, but I have no clue what it stands for. Behind The Scenes seems a little off for a band, don’t you think?”

Snorting, you nod in agreement. “Maybe it’s a name in progress?”

“Bath Time Sucks?”

“Your humor sucks.”

“I know- Oh! It’s here!” Jeongyeon exclaims, interrupting her own sentence with her undying excitement. “This is going to be great! We’re meeting up with the dude from my history class, too, by the way.”

Sighing, you glare at the back of her head as the two of you enter the bar. You’re about to say something to her about what an awful person she tends to be sometimes, but get too overwhelmed by the atmosphere to honestly care.

It is one of the tiniest spaces you’ve ever seen being used as a popular bar, but it fits. It’s warm and oaky, the air carrying scents of musky beers and strong spirits to your nose and you enjoy your stay already. The lighting is dim, yet bright enough to make out everyone in the room and the decor is very exclusively homey, with old leather clad chairs and couches, a lot of wooden furniture and Persian rugs covering almost every inch and corner of the floor.

You fit in perfectly, and despite your initial grim expression as you entered the place, you’re smiling now.

“There he is”, Jeongyeon says, nudging your shoulder while waving at her friend.

With nothing but exasperation, you notice it is none other than Kim Namjoon sitting there, smiling cheekily at the two of you with a large beer in front of him.

He greets Jeongyeon, who easily slides in beside him in the booth, with a high five and a huge, dimply smile. You, on the other hand, gets a cool nod in acknowledgement as he asks the two of you what drinks you’d like. You both opt for the same beer he’s having.

When he’s gotten up to go buy you your drinks, you nudge your supposed friend with your elbow as hard as you can without seriously hurting her.

“Why didn’t you tell me your ‘friend from history class’ was fucking Kim Namjoon?” you hiss, careful not to be heard by the man himself as he’s not too far away yet.

“Ow!” She gives you the softest glare you’ve ever seen before. “Seriously, what’s your issue with him? He’s really nice. And pretty cool, too. He writes for the band that’s playing tonight.”

You scoff. “I don’t care. I still think he’s pretentious for pretending to be a philosopher just because he’s majoring in philosophy or whatever.”

Jeongyeon snickers, shoving a handful of peanuts in her mouth and decides to talk through chewing them. “He’s nice. That’s what matters.” A piece of peanut gets stuck between her teeth.

Gross.

Just as you’re about to throw a retort at her, Namjoon joins the two of you again, handing over a beer each with a smile and you want to punch him in the face. Your dislike towards him origins in his pretentious personality, but you suspect it might also have something to do with those damn dimples.

While Jeongyeon and Namjoon dives into a full discussion about music and what underground bands actually deserves more recognition, you pull out your notepad, getting ready to jot down some notes about the place. Mentioning good bars has become your Saturday morning thing for the blog, and since you only have two evaluations for this week, it wouldn’t hurt to add this one since you’ve actually been here now.

You manage to get the first word down when you’re interrupted by your phone buzzing. You’re about to put it to silent when you see your Beatles stranger’s number lit up on your screen.

━ unknown 7:03pm I’m actually jk

Smiling, you scoot away from your friends a little to get some privacy, angling your screen away from them discreetly.

━ unknown 7:03pm Like u can call me jk

━ 7:04pm You mean ur name is jk? Jk Rowling?

He doesn’t respond immediately, so you wait for a few seconds before you decide to just call him “JK” from now on, even taking the liberty of changing his caller ID from his number to his new name.

Oddly enough, you find great satisfaction in seeing his ID on all of his messages change to “JK” instead of a long row of numbers. While waiting, you put your phone down next to your notepad and begin scribbling down some words to describe the space that you can use later. You’re on the fourth word when your screen lights up again and you giddily grab it, checking to see what he replied.

━ JK 7:08pm Original But yeah I figure i should tell you my name Since I know yours and have been using you as a pop quiz key this week lol

You try so many replies that all sound downright awful that you at last settle for the easiest one, hoping it won’t make you sound like a total fool.

━ 7:09pm Okay hi

━ JK 7:09pm Hi :)

It’s the first time any emoticons or emoji’s have been used, and it for some reason makes something deep down in your stomach flip softly.

━ 7:10pm Anything else? More pop quiz questions?

━ JK 7:10pm Nah i’m good for now Thanks though

━ 7:11pm :)

You nearly drop your phone when your mutual friend Hoseok appears out of thin air behind you, swatting at your phone playfully before embracing you from behind over the booth, his lean arms wrapped around your neck tightly. He’s too happy to notice he’s nearly choking you, and Namjoon only laughs.

Asshole.

“Who’re you texting, Y/N?” Hoseok laughs joyfully while sliding in the booth beside you, followed by Namjoon’s friend Jackson.

It’s suddenly so crammed you feel claustrophobic, but you know no one would let you escape even if you begged them so you stay put, leaning into Jeongyeon for comfort. She rests her head on the top of yours and you stay like that because it’s quite nice. It’s actually so nice you decide to not bother remove Hoseok’s yellow cap he for some reason felt to put on top of your head.

You only adjust it so it won’t fall off when the band starts playing, and even though you kind of enjoy their music and the lead singer’s pretty impressive vocals, you can’t help but ponder over Hoseok’s question throughout most of the show.

Because, yeah, who are you texting?

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