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writingwhimsey · 9 months ago

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Married to The Enemy- Shingen Ch. 13

Chapter 13

I woke up the next morning, a smile on my face as I greeted the sunshine streaming in through the windows. I couldn’t help but to think back to last night and the kiss Shingen and I shared. My cheeks warmed and my lips still tingled as the memory of his kiss lingered. His large arms wrapped around me and holding me close…the way his tongue moved in my mouth…the way he tasted.

I slowly sat up, putting my hands over my cheeks. The kiss had started off sweet…but when Shingen had begun to pull away, I couldn’t help myself. I had wanted more and chased after him. I don’t know what had come over me, but I…I couldn’t stop myself. Perhaps it was the magic that is Shingen.

Just then there was a knock on my door before it slid open and Saki was stepping inside. “Good morning, my lady.” She greeted me with a bright smile. “I can’t believe you’re already up this morning…and you’re blushing and covering your cheeks. Oh, something happened last night didn’t it? Tell me, tell me, tell me!” She was kneeling beside me and gently shaking me.

I giggled. “Alright, I’ll tell you.” I told her, though my cheeks only got redder. “We…we kissed by the lake under the fireworks.”

Saki let out a delighted squeal before embracing me. “Oh, that’s so exciting!” She gushed. “Alright, you have to tell me everything while we get you ready for the day.”

I rose from my futon and Saki and I moved to put it away before she was helping me to get changed and washed up for the day. She then started on my hair. “Okay, come on, I want the details of the kiss.” Saki said as she combed my hair. “What kind of kiss was it? Chaste? Deep kiss? Was there tongue? How did his lips feel? How did the kiss make you feel?”

I giggled. “You’re as excited as if you were the one who got kissed.”

“What? I’m excited for you. Now come on, tell me everything.”

“Well…it started off Shingen asking for the kiss and I agreed…and it was just a brush of his lips against mine…and then when he started to pull away…something came over me and I wanted more.”

“Oooh? What did you do?”

“I kind of…just followed him and the kiss continued…and his arms wrapped around me…and then I opened my mouth and his tongue slipped inside…and I was hanging onto him…thankfully because I think my knees grew weak.”

“Oooh, you’ve grown bold, my lady…and it sounds like Lord Shingen is one hell of a kisser.” Saki replied as she braided my hair. “I had a feeling he would be. The man just looks like he knows what to do with his lips and tongue.”

“He VERY clearly knows.” I replied with a giggle. “I honestly think I could just spend forever kissing him if it were possible.”

Saki giggled. “You know kissing can be a lead up to other things…and a preview for all the things a man can do with his lips and tongue.”

I flushed…I had had a very similar thought, which had almost led me to inviting Shingen into my bed last night…almost. I still wanted to build a better connection before we��connected.

“Something tells me you’ve been thinking the exact same thing since that kiss.” Saki said, grinning at me as she finished pinning up my hair. “Alright, I’ll run to the kitchen to grab your breakfast and then we will chat some more while you eat.”

“Alright.” I agreed.

Just as Saki stood up, there was a knock on my door. “Ava, may I come in?” Shingen called from the other side.

“Oh, of course, Shingen.” I answered.

Saki moved to slide open the door to reveal Shingen standing on the other side carrying two breakfast trays like he was the world’s most gorgeous waiter. “I hope you don’t mind, but I thought we could share breakfast together, if you have the time?”

“That is a perfect idea. Look at this husband of yours.” Saki said, grinning at me. “I’ll just leave you two alone.” She was then winking at me before bouncing out the door as Shingen came in.

“Thank you, Shingen, I’d like to share breakfast with you.” I told him, my cheeks reddening as I looked up at him, still remembering our kiss.

Shingen smiled at me as he walked in and sat the trays down in front of me. He then sat down so that we were sitting across from each other. “I hope you don’t mind indulging with me a bit more this morning.” He said…and instantly my mind was thinking back to our kiss.

“Hmm?” I asked, my cheeks reddening, though I was definitely warm to the idea of indulging in more kisses from Shingen.

Shingen chuckled as he gestured to the trays of food. “I thought we should have more sweets.”

I looked down and saw that both of our trays were indeed filled with sweet treats for breakfast. I let out an embarrassed giggle. “I don’t mind…”

Shingen lifted a hand to my chin. “That lovely flush on your face tells me you were thinking of something else.” He said, tracing his thumb over my lower lip, causing a warm tingly sensation to flow over me. “I wouldn’t mind indulging in that sweet as well.” His eyes were warm and seductive, his voice washing over me like melted chocolate.

My brain was threatening to overheat. I struggled through the heat of my brain and body to form words of resistance…though I did VERY much want to indulge in more of Shingen’s kisses…more of Shingen…I still had things I had to do, and I know he did too. Also…I wasn’t sure I was ready for what would come if we started kissing here and now… in my bedroom.

“I…uh…if we start that now, we’ll both end up being late today.” I replied, fighting my flustered state.

Shingen chuckled. “You’re probably right. And I wouldn’t want to get in the way of your work, my angel…but I still can’t help myself.” He said, leaning over to kiss me on the forehead. “I have to take a small indulgence.” He told me as he pulled away, a roguish grin on his face.

My cheeks warmed, but I smiled. “I will allow it.” I replied, playfully.

“My goddess is generous.” He replied.

We began to eat our breakfast, the sweet pastries, reminding me of the sweet breakfasts I used to indulge in back in the modern day. My favorites being the pancakes and waffles my mother used to make…or the donuts she would buy before heading into work for the day.

“Why do you have such a look on your face?” Shingen asked, lifting a hand to caress my cheek.

“Oh, I…I was just thinking about these things my mother used to make for breakfast.” I answered. “They were sweets and quite delicious.”

“It sounds like you have many fond memories of her.” Shingen replied.

I nodded. “Yes. Things weren’t always easy, but she did her best and I always knew she loved me.”

We enjoyed our breakfast and chatted a bit more. Maids were coming to take our trays away. “Might I have the honor of escorting you to the other seamstresses for the day?” Shingen asked.

I smiled. “I would like that. As long as I’m not keeping you from your work.”

Shingen smiled as he took my hand. “Not at all.”

We walked through the halls together, our hands entwined…it still amazed me just how large his hands were. It struck me that during winter time, Shingen would be a great source of warmth. His large warm body completely encompassing me, holding me tightly to that broad chest…

“What are you thinking about, Ava?” Shingen asked, a playful smile on his lips.

I flushed as I realized my face had likely betrayed my thoughts. Something Mitsuhide had constantly teased me for back in Azuchi. “N-nothing.” I replied. “Just…wondering if I’ll have any commissions today.”

Shingen chuckled. “I am sure you will. Especially once people learn you were the one to make our clothes at the festival last night.”

I eyed Shingen suspiciously. “Is that why you made it a point to tell everyone who complimented your clothes that I made them?” I asked.

Shingen smiled warmly. “I just wanted to make sure everyone recognized your talents, Ava.”

I honestly felt like I could cry from Shingen’s thoughtfulness. Commissioning the matching pieces from me wasn’t just a way to make me feel closer to him…but a way for him to help me in establishing myself as a seamstress here in Echigo. I was suddenly hit with the very strong urge to kiss him. I stopped walking.

Shingen stopped with me. “Ava?”

I turned to Shingen, looking up at him. “I’m starting to think you eating all those sweets has just made you the sweetest thing.” I told him before stretching up on my tiptoes to press a kiss to his lips.

Shingen seemed surprised for a moment, but only a moment. His arms wrapped around me and his lips began to move with mine, quickly deepening the kiss. My body began to warm and tingle pleasantly just as it had the night before.

When we broke the kiss, we were both panting, Shingen’s arms were still around me. He smiled at me. “What was that for?” He asked. “I’d like to know what I did to deserve such a treat so that I might do it again.”

I giggled. “That…was a thank you for the continued kindness you show me.” I answered, smiling up at him.

“Hmm, I’ll have to remember that.” He said,giving me a kiss on the forehead. “I should be letting you get to work.”

“As I should you.” I replied, looking up into those seductive gray eyes. “Perhaps…we can indulge more tonight?” I found myself suggesting…maybe I was ready. Shingen’s kisses did stoke a fire in me. Even if I wasn’t, I knew if I said kissing was enough, Shingen would respect me and stop. He wouldn’t push me too far.

“This is going to be a long day.” He said, wearing a grin. “But I am a patient man.”

We shared another kiss, this one briefer before I headed for the seamstress’s room and Shingen went off to tend to his duties for the day. He was right, it was going to be a long day waiting for tonight.

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thelaundrybitch · 3 years ago

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Little Blue Hearts - Chapter 1

Hello, my Lovelies!

After weeks of intense writing, I think I am ready to start posting my TMNT fanfic.

Please note that this fanfic is:

18+ content - for mature audiences only

This is a story about our TMNT boys, all grown up. They are in their mid-late thirties and still looking for love. There will be love, lust, friendship, brotherly bonding, humor, anxiety, heartbreak, and some hot 'n' heavy fun.

And seeing as how I already have 21 chapters written, I will update weekly. Maybe a little sooner because I'm impatient 😂

As soon as I figure out how you other amazing writers create that hyperlink page, I will get one up and running, so all my work will be together.

A shout out to my girl @leosgirl82 for being my right-hand woman and proofreader - Thanks for being you 😘

Also, I should probably warn you that I highly enjoy my cliffhangers *wiggles eyebrows*

Until then, hang on, strap in, and welcome to my emotional rollercoaster...

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Little Blue Hearts cover art by the lovely @leosgirl82

Impromptu Vacation

It was Wednesday. Ugh. Inventory day at work. One of the joys of working as the night manager at a hotel was you got all the shit jobs that no one else wanted to do. The day shift claimed to be busy with guests and daily chores, while the night shift got to deal with everything else.

My bedroom was pitch black. It more resembled a cave since I'd hung the black-out curtains.

I picked up my phone that was currently face down, so as not to wake me up when a notification popped up.

A missed call? Please don't be work needing me to come in early.

I swiped the notification away to find it was 3:07 pm. Work starts at eight, and I still needed to put my uniforms in the dryer.

"Well, there's no time like the present," I grumble as I roll out of bed.

I walk to the kitchen, hissing a string of curses at the afternoon autumn sunlight as it poured in through my apartment windows. Thankfully I live alone. The only one who was ever able to put up with my cranky, nocturnal ass was my cousin Ashley. She moved to New York last year to take an amazing job as head nurse in a hospital in Manhattan.

"God, I miss her," I say to the fridge as I open the door.

'Breakfast' comes in the form of a replacement meal shake. Vanilla birthday cake, and it's absolutely delicious.

I take my shake with me to the bathroom - where my washer and dryer reside - so that I can put my uniforms in the dryer.

I feel my phone buzz in my pajama shorts pocket.

"Oh, shit, I forgot! I have a message!"

I plop the phone on the counter beside me and put it on speakerphone so that I can move my wet uniforms into the dryer.

"You have one new voice message... Beep..."

"Hey, it's Ashley. I miss you. Like a lot. My application was finally accepted for that place I wanted, and I was kinda hoping you could find time this week to come see it. It would mean a lot to me. Boy, do I have some crazy shit to tell you about. ANYWAY. Call me back. Soon. I love you."

"Huh."

She sounded concerned. Not her usual happy, peppy self.

I call her back immediately after I erase the message.

"HEY!"

I squeeze my eyes shut and yank the phone away from my ear as she deafens me with her excitement.

"Hi! I got your message. Is everything ok?"

"Oh, yeah, I'm just feeling a little anxious about this new place. I need some of your bravado."

"Haha. You're a real riot, you know that?"

"No! Seriously! You're level headed, bold, and fascinatingly intimidating."

"In other words, I'm an asshole."

"Don't say that!"

"I didn't say it was a bad thing. I am a self-proclaimed Mass-hole, you know. You have it in you somewhere too. Under all that sugary sweetness, you project 24/7. I have faith. We did grow up in Massachusetts, after all."

"No, I'm pretty sure I missed out on that gene. Anyway, I need you to come see my place before I sign for it. I was sort of hoping you could use some of that bravado and help me talk the landlord into adding some utilities in with the rent."

"How much is the rent?"

"$3500"

I choke on the huge mouthful of shake I just swallowed.

"What the shit Ashley?! The F they paying you at that hospital for you to afford that?"

She giggles. "Enough. But seriously, could you do me a solid and come see me this week?"

I don't even have to check my calendar to know I have no life besides work.

"Yeah. When do you want me there, and for how long?"

"Any chance you can get here like, tomorrow night?"

In my mind, I can see her face in a hopeful grimacing grin.

"...."

"Please? I miss you!"

I chuckle and shake my head. "I think so. I'll go into work early and talk to HR. Then I need to bust out my inventory reports. Once I'm done, I'll pack a bag and get my rear over there."

"OHMYGODTHANKYOUILOVEYOUSOMUCH!"

I laugh, "Was that even English? I'll call you when I'm done at work."

"Yay!" *Squeals*

"Talk to you soon, love you, bye!"

"Loveyoutoobyyeeee!"

I hang up the phone and shake my head with a smile.

I head to work as soon as my uniform is dried and go straight to HR. I tell them some line of bull about needing to take immediate time off to help a family member who is in dire need of my presence to assist them, and I need to leave ASAP.

I get an automatic approval for seven days worth of vacation, along with blessings that everything goes well. The HR director also tells me that if I need more time, just call or email her and she'll approve it.

I guess that's a plus to living for your job and never asking for time off.

I fly through my inventory and print out all the reports, leaving them on my boss's desk with a note telling her about my impromptu vacation.

I log off my computer and clear my workstation, knowing how much my boss hates our desks being messy, and then head out through security to my car.

"Early day?" Asks the security officer at the desk as I hand him my work keys.

"Yeah. Family thing. I'll be gone for about a week or so."

"Stay safe. I'll try not to let them burn the place down," he says with a chuckle.

"Thanks, that's really comforting," I smirk back at him. "See you in about week, Gabe."

"Make sure you come back, ya? We kinda like you around here."

"Don't worry. And thanks, I appreciate that."

I get home around 11 pm and pack a sizable bag of clothing and necessities. I try to think about everything I could possibly need for her to drag me around for a week.

It is New York, after all.

I decide to text her.

Me: Hey, you up?

CrAshley: I am!

Me: I'm done at work, and I've packed a decent bag. I'm not sure what you're gonna wanna do with me, though 😂

CrAshley: oOoOO! How long do I get you for? The weekend?

Me: Girl, you have me for TWO weekends. And all the days in between 🥳

CrAshley: 👀🤯🎉🙌🥂🍾💕 did you seriously take that much time off?

Me: Hell yeah, I did. It's not every day my bravado gets called upon 💪🦸

CrAshley: 😂😂😂

Me: But seriously, what should I bring?

CrAshley: a couple of nice outfits. Probably mostly things that are comfortable, though.

CrAshley: and that look presentable.

Me: what are you saying? I'm a complete fashionista 😲

CrAshley: Bitch, please 🙄 I'll be shocked if you show up with something OTHER than a work uniform 😂

Me: Ah yes, I see that your inner Masshole is already emerging.

CrAshley: 😬😂😘

Me: alright. I'll show you 😎

Me: oh, I need an address

CrAshley: oh! I'm going to have you meet me at work. I'm working a double.

Me: gotta pay for that expensive apartment after all.

CrAshley: 😂 don't hate

I get the hospital's address, and we set a meeting place at her work, and I set off for my three-hour drive to Manhattan from Massachusetts.

"Alexa, I don't care what anyone says. I think you're the best."

"Thank you. I think you're swell, too."

"Alexa, play me some Ed Sheeran."

"Here are top songs by Ed Sheeran on Amazon Music."

Ed fills my SUV with his songs of love, loss, and fun. I play him for all three hours of driving, singing to my heart's content, happy to finally be on vacation and going to see my favorite relative.

By the time I pull into the hospital's parking structure, it's almost 4:30 am.

I park and take out my phone.

Me: I'm heeerrrrreee... MWAHAHAHAHA!

CrAshley: 🥳 excellent. I actually get off in 20 mins. You can come in, or I can meet you out at your car.

Me: Excellent! I'll wait here. Maybe take a snooze.

CrAshley: alright. Just keep your doors locked. This is New York. You don't know what's out in the dark of the morning.

Me: Not a good place to use my bravado?

CrAshley: you're a riot 🙄

CrAshley: I'll be there soon.

Against her warnings, I decided to get out of my vehicle and stretch a bit. I'm parked at the very top of the parking structure, so I'm not real concerned about predators. It's fairly quiet for being a big city. The sun is just starting to peek its early morning glow on the horizon. I look around the skyline as I turn slowly, appreciating the outline of the giant buildings.

*smack* "What the hell was that?! What were you thinking? Do you know what would've happened if your little stunt didn't go well?!"

I hear a man's voice reprimanding someone else.

"Ow, man! There's no need to hit me! Geez..."

Because I'm nosey and have no appreciation for self-preservation, I walk slowly towards the angry voice, straining my eyes to see if I can catch a glimpse of the drama.

"He's right. We don't stray from the plan unless everyone knows about it. You could've been seriously injured. Or killed."

"But I waaasn't..." the second voice taunts.

Another voice pipes in.

"That's not the point! Not only that, but you lost your radio in the process! What if someone finds it before we do?! There's technology in our radios that will raise some serious questions!"

I continue to walk quietly towards what sound to be four different voices.

"Calm down. We'll get it back. Look. Just because you have a girlfriend now..."

"The world's most beautiful and kind female to ever be put on this Earth!"

I roll my eyes and suppress a giggle.

"Chill, and listen. Just because you have a girlfriend now doesn't all of a sudden make you invincible. And you don't have anything to prove. I'm sure she doesn't want to have to patch you up..."

My foot kicks a stone towards the voices, and I cringe.

"What was that?" The first voice whispers.

"I don't know, but we need to get out of here. We have a big night ahead of us, according to his girlfriend," another whispers.

Then there's nothing. I'm left alone in silence.

My phone starts to buzz in my hand. It's Ashley.

"Hey! Where are you parked?!"

"Top floor of the parking structure."

"Excellent! Be there in a sec!"

I walk back over to my car and stand up against my driver's side door. Ashley comes bounding from the elevators and slams her arms around me like she's a sumo wrestler.

"Holy hello," I gasp, winded by her violent embrace, as I return her affections.

"You ready for the most amazing and mind-blowing vacation of your life?!"

I look at her child-like grin, her eyes sparkling.

"Yes. Yes, I am."

And boy, was that an understatement. I didn't know it yet, but I was about to have my whole world completely rocked.

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couchpotatoaniki · 4 years ago

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One Year ❣︎ One: Holidays Aren’t For Drama

Chapter Summary: San has finally found you after five years of searching, and he wants you for himself--though not knowing how to do it just yet. In the meantime, you’re having fun hanging out with a friend on the plane to Jeju.

Pairing: Mafia!San x Fem!Reader Genre: Mafia AU, fluff, angst, eventual smut, lotta crack and stupid shit ngl Chapter warnings: swearing, stalking Word count: 1.2k+ A 365 Days parody

Previous: Prologue For the rest of the series, click here

Speech in bold means they’re talking in Korean

Speech in italics is whatever the reader wants their native langue to be that’s not Korean or English

Speech without either means they’re talking in English

You were glad that you were sat next to Yunho on the plane since you needed good vibes that your boyfriend couldn’t really give you. Too sucked up in his own life, which make him the worst person to sit next to Yeosang.

Thankfully, Dominic was terrified of the boy so he was silently scrolling through his phone. That left Mingi to annoy poor Seonghwa the whole trip.

“Oh, you bitch,” Yunho mumbled, picking up four cards from the deck beside him. To pass the time, you and the tall boy decided to play a game of Uno.

Chuckling, you threw down a yellow 2. effectively ending the round. “You know, for someone of your profession, you’re really shit at cards.”

“Maybe because I’m playing against your devious ass.”

“You love my devious ass, don’t lie.” Scoffing, he gathered the cards and began to shuffle them before you ripped them from his hands. “Oh hell no. I know for a fact you’re gonna rig it.”

“I tried last time, and you still won,” he huffed, running a hand through his sandy blonde hair before using the other to take the deck again.

Yunho wasn’t really your friend to begin with. More so Mingi’s, but that had not stopped the two of you becoming just as close. Seonghwa and Yeosang too; you had meet them through the sweet-hearted boy, and all three had quickly become an addition to your short list of loved ones.

In fact, out of the six of you, Dominic was the odd one out.

He didn’t know the secrets you shared, the things you did without his knowledge. Nothing that would directly harm your relationship, no.

To add to that, the five of you were like a family, looking out for each other, and the boys weren’t very font of the guy you had chosen to date.

Then again, compared to the last one, Dominic was much better.

Every year, the boys and you had decided to treat this time as a holiday away from the all the work you do, to treat yourselves for living another year. So you all splurged out and did something big.

How you chose the destination was fairly simple; one of you would throw a dart at a map of the world--blindfolded, obviously--and wherever it landed, you all went there.

It’s what led to the fun cruise in the Pacific the previous trip, and this part of Korea for this current one.

Though, Jeju was one of the places on your bucket list. You were more than excited to go and sight-see. Already, you do plenty of that for your job but never really get the chance to stop and pay attention.

To relax with friends and have fun.

You were going to Jeju for leisure purposes.

San was going to Jeju for you.

Yes, he was originally going there for work, to deal with a bit of business that had gone awry. But then he saw you, quickly crossing the road, from his vehicle.

Decided to follow you, see where you were going and with whom.

At first, he was a little pissed to know that you were travelling with five men, you being the only woman. Most likely scenario, one of them was your boyfriend.

But that information had no longer mattered, because you were going to Jeju. On the same flight as him.

San didn’t like to admit in believing in fate, but if that wasn’t it, he didn’t know what would be.

Hongjoong--who was stood beside him in the middle of the airport by now--was concerned over his strange behaviour. Even the slightest shift that seemed out of the ordinary, he immediately became suspicious.

That’s why San knew it was stupid to try and lie to him.

When he pointed out to you, telling him to look, it only took the older boy a few seconds for him clock on. “You’re shitting me...”

“I’m not, Joong. She’s here. She’s really here.”

“San,” the now-blue-haired boy began, trying not to draw any unnecessary attention, “look at me. You can’t. It was five years ago, and not to mention, you’re already with--”

Shoving his hands off his shoulders, the mafia boss glared at his second-in-command. “You don’t even like Dae anyway!”

No, Hongjoong hated that crazy woman to his very core. She was bad for his friend, but the boy was too caught up in filling the hole you somehow managed to carve to even care.

Had it been any other, the short man would have let San do his thing, but his current girlfriend was one of the heirs to a rather big mafia herself. Being with her involved politics, and being with her for nearly five years brought more trouble than you were worth.

But Hongjoong knew that San wouldn’t listen to him. Not when he’s like this.

The only thing he could do now was damage control.

The two males--San mainly--had stalked the six of you, deducing who meant what to you. Didn’t like how cosy you were with either of them, but specifically disliked the guy who had his hand wrapped around your waist.

Then there was the other guy, one of the really tall ones, with black hair--streaks of green and grey running through it--and a loud voice. Party animal, the two thought. He was particularly close to you too, sending playful hits that were definitely reciprocated. Hopefully, he was just a friend...

The other tall guy--the blonde one, with puppy-like eyes--seemed more reserved yet somehow still as energetic.

Next tallest was s black-haired fella. Clean and lean--smart-looking, with soft (but somehow sharp) eyes.

Finally, the last guy. The one who rarely spoke, with a silvery grey mullet that surprisingly complimented his pale skin. There was something about him that Hongjoong couldn’t pin down. Something familiar...

The most obvious odd thing was how you and your supposed ‘boyfriend’ were of a different ethnicity to the other four. Confirmed when the two men overheard you speaking in a completely different language neither of them were used to.

“Fuckin’ language barrier,” San grunted as he realised there was yet another obstacle in his way.

“Fuckin’ good-lookin’ people,” Hongjoong laughed, scanning the six of you.

Being in business class was usually a comfortable experience, but right now was the most excruciating thing possible for both of them. San constantly bombarded the elder with questions and worries about you.

Couldn’t even send Hongjoong back there since his newly-dyed electric blue hair would have captured too much attention. “What’s the point of you if I can’t even get you to spy on people,” the younger huffed. “Dye your hair back to black when we get to the villa.”

“Oh, shut up,” Hongjoong spat with gritted teeth, already beyond annoyed with the man’s behaviour. “That’s not even my job. And you come at me with having unusual hair, but you look like Frankenstein’s Bride with that lock of white with the rest being black.”

Groaning, San looked at the entrance of the business area, hoping for some other miracle to occur and you would peer out. Desperation filled him, wanting to see you again. Etch your newer features into his mind once more.

“Who do you think those other guys were? Her boyfriend’s friends? Her friends? Colleagues?”

“Probably her friends, since they all seemed pretty close to her.”

“Ugh.” San buried his face in his hands, still not liking the sound of that.

“It’s the 21st century, dude. Girls can be friends with guys--and that girl is friends with those guys. Get used to it.”

“Don’t wanna,” San mumbled, puffing out his cheeks as Hongjoong narrowed his eyes at his tantrum.

“Listen, dude, you can’t confine and control her. Doing that’s only gonna push her away--if you’re actually serious in pursuing her.”

“Of course I’m serious!”

“Then you need to plan this out carefully. And you need to think of it fast, since I doubt they’ll be in Jeju for long."

The younger male scoffed, running his tongue against the inside of his cheek as his confidence grew and cogs in his brain began moving. “Don’t worry, I’ll definitely come up with something.”

Sighing, Hongjoong looked out of the window, into the peaceful, empty ocean they flew above. What exactly had he done?

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justreadingfics · 5 years ago

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It’s a Deal (Chapter 2)

Chapter Summary: You did make a deal.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Words: 5.5k

Warnings:+18 only, smut, sex deprived reader, boytoy!Bucky, mention to break ups, mention to bad sexual experiences, casual sex, opened relationship.

A/N: You guys and all the feedback you’re giving to this story are just my everything. Thank you for your patience, if you follow my stories for a while you all know I’m a slow writer and not even social distancing seems to be changing that. The link to my masterlist, where you can find the other chapters, is on my description. Feedback is highly appreciated. I was going to close the tag list for this series at 70, but you’ve been really amazing, so I’m extending it to 80 spots for now. All I ask of you is, if you’re tagged and liked what you read, please leave me a nice little comment. Thank you, @lesqui

Saturday mornings have always been like any other morning to you. Waking up early, making some black coffee and fixing up something quick to eat . Then checking up on your schedule for the day, which more times than you dare to count consisted of working from home and that’s it. Nothing special.

But this Saturday morning is nothing like the other ones, this morning has actually already passed since you wake up past noon, a lot later than you’re used to, take a long bath with all the pampering accessories you found in your bathroom - something you hadn’t done in a very long time- plaster your face with a moisturizing mask you’ve bought on a late night online shopping spree and has never used, wrap your body in a robe, your hair in a towel and go to the kitchen to make your usual black coffee but also a few chocolate pancakes as a treat to the atypical hunger making your stomach groan loudly.

ThisSaturday is nothing like the other ones because you have the memory, on your mind and your whole body, of three fantastic orgasms you were gifted with the night before. If it was up to you, Bucky Barnes and his sinful tongue would get all the awards in the world.

While you hum a soft tune and flip your pancakes, the night before replays like a movie on your mind, taking small giggles out of you and causing a warm rush to creep up your neck. The man sure knows his game, touching all the right places, playing with your body just perfectly, luring you into a very much needed and longed ecstasy. On top of that, he was nothing but generous and seemed to get himself off by getting you off and, now that you’re thinking about it, a man acting that way in bed is something entirely new to you.

You have to send Natasha a present, maybe that expensive vodka she’s always drinking…

The memory of your friend quickly fades and the sinful picture of Bucky Barnes’s face between your legs pops back into your mind as you drop the pancakes on a plate and sit by the counter to devour them with your coffee. What a night you had. The whole no strings attached situation makes it even more… enjoyable, you dare say, much more than you thought it would be. There is no dwelling on whether you should text him to say hello, or call him, no need to hold back who you really are or what you really want in favor to make a good impression, nor to think about meeting friends, family, no fear of disappointments from both sides… it was just plain good old sex, which you’ve realized it’s all you need and are looking for.

You hum at the sweet taste of the pancake and take a sip from your coffee. There’s no worries in your mind, no regrets, nothing like that. Except for one thought: the fact you didn’t even get to see his cock. The bulge alone grinding against you was already impressive enough to make your mouth water… Everything was amazing, more than perfect, actually, and left you completely spent and utterly satisfied, more than you’ve been in a long time, if you’re going to be honest with yourself. But now you only get to imagine how it would be if you two had gotten to the whole package, the real deal…

Unless…

You had thought about that night as a one-time occurrence, something to take your edge off and move on, but... He did propose a deal… And you did take said deal… to call him if you needed anything… You stare dreamily ahead as you take a fork filled with pancake to your mouth and flashes of the feeling of his bulge pressed against your back, grinding on your core take over your senses… it took your breath away then and just the memory is making a number on your lungs.

You sure have a need now.

Glimpsing your phone over the balcony, you reach for it, loving you don’t have to care whether it is too soon or not to do what you’re about to do…but a new message pops up on the screen as soon as you unlock it. Natasha letting you know she was sent away for a mission with Steve Rogers but should go back in a week and wanted to schedule dinner for you to tell her everything… You type her a quick answer, agreeing on dinner, before tapping on the brand new contact of your list, added by Natasha Romanoff herself.

Bucky “Soft Tongue” Barnes.

You’ll change it. Eventually…

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“So… my place this time, huh?”

The smirk on Bucky’s lips is cocksure enough to make you take a long sip of the beer he offered you, while he lazily leans his elbow on the backrest of his sofa, supporting his head on his hand. You're thankful for the alcohol and for the fact that, this time, he hasn’t gone straight to business. Yes, you’ve been feeling bold and excited in having those kinds of encounters with a - hot as fuck - guy you barely knew. But this is new, and you know you must be careful and gentle to yourself, so it doesn’t blow up in your face eventually. Thankfully, Bucky seems to read the situation just fine since he’s been in cue with your rhythm from the very first moment.

“Did you have any other plans?” you ask, biting your lower lip and hoping your presence isn’t actually a bother.

“I was happy to see your text.” Even if his answer is kind of vague considering your question, it eases the tension on your shoulders at his wide and comforting smile, “We did make a deal…” His voice is a tone lower as he peeks at you from under his lashes, taking his beer to his lips.

You take in a deep breath as your gaze drops to his lips, “Yes, we did.” You gulp, as your body tightens, feeling the rise of the tension in the air, enhanced by flashes of last night when you two settled said deal.

His chuckle is a tad dark and laced with mischief and oh, man it makes your skin tingles when he drags his body just an inch closer, his beautiful blue eyes fastened on you.

“Ahm, Bucky… can I ask you something?” You try not to let your voice come out too small, as the heat of his body rolls off to yours and makes your core flutter.

“Sure.”

“How does this work?”

He frowns as his head tilts a bit sideward, “This what?”

“This… ahm,” you clear your throat, “Deal… I mean, I’m pretty interested, pretty, pretty interested.” You stress the word and your eyes widen a bit at the honesty slipping out of your lips, but you realize that’s actually how being around Bucky has made you feel, giving his own honesty behavior with you, just like now when he expresses no kind of reaction that would make you feel embarrassed or anything of that nature, so you let yourself continue, “But you must know I’ve got out of a relationship recently. It was really serious …10 years.” You chuckle when he huffs and takes a sip of his beer, “Anyway, I’m not really sure how to handle this.” You gesture between you two, “Should we establish any sort of rules, or something?” You shrug questioningly. Every single movie you saw or book you read where the characters had a deal like that they ended up establishing some rules, you’re not sure if that’s what you’re supposed to do here, but…

“Rules?” His whole face scrunches up, “Let me tell you something, sweetheart,” he lets out a long exhale, “My entire life, all I did was to follow damn rules. Even to this day, I have to follow them all the time in my job, whether is from the fucking government, the pain in my ass which is Stark or Fury and, believe me, even from the giant asshole of my best friend who’s pretty jacked up now but was nothing than a skinny angry ass, like, yesterday… Yeah, you know the punk, don’t you?” He smiles when you hold back a laugh, “It’s all about rules, rules, rules… I have to endure them when it comes to work, but I don’t like them in my personal life.”

He smiles that dazzling smile and you can’t help to offer him a small one, too. You see where he’s coming from. Given what you know of his life, he lived a very strict, military life ever since an early age in the 30’s. You don’t even have to elaborate on what happened next and everything he endured… now he’s part of the damn Avengers… Just like that, you start to get a bit more of Bucky Barnes and why he seems to live his life so lightly and freely now…

“Listen…” he continues, after taking a sip from his beer, “Let’s just have some fun… I loved spending time with you last night, I love that you’re here now and I love even more the prospects of tonight…” He smirks and you gulp down at the promise that comes with it, “I just wanna enjoy our time together, I don’t need rules to do that.” He pauses, as his face turns a bit more serious, differing from the light demeanor he’s been showing so far, “Do you wanna set any rules, though?”

You ponder his question. You did bring the subject up, because that’s what you think you should’ve done, but, now that you think about it, nothing comes to your mind. You kinda love his philosophy. No overthinking, just fun and no rules… “No, actually. I can’t think of anything,’ you decide.

“Great.” He smiles and nods, before his face turns serious again, “There’s one thing I need to clear up, though.” He stops and looks deeply into your eyes, as waiting for your consent before continuing.

“Oh, alright.” You encourage him to elaborate.

“As much as I’m looking forward to getting to know you and spending time with you, there’s absolutely no prospect of this turning into some kind of romantic relationship. See, I like the way I live my life too much and chances are I won’t be exclusive to you,” he says fixing his gaze on yours as if gauging your reaction to what his words, “What I’m saying is if I feel like it, I’ll have sex with other people and I highly encourage you to do the same if that’s something you want. The serum made me immune to any disease, but I’m obviously not against protection,” he adds and you feel your cheeks burning, it still blows you away how comfortably he talks about sex and how blatantly honest he is. You like and are getting used to it, but you’re just not there yet, “We can be friends, or not, we can just fuck our brains out, but we won’t go further than that. I need to know you’re aware and consenting on this, I need to know you’re on the same vibe as mine before we continue… having fun together.” He speaks seriously, but you see the tiny and suggestive curl on his lips when he finishes and waits for your answer.

You let out a small laugh under your breath, “I wouldn’t stress about it… I’m still in love with my boyfriend, to be honest. So, don’t worry about me wanting to turn this into something ahm… romantical.” You wave your hand between the two of you.

“Uh, ok,” He raises a brow and nods, pondering your response, “We’re cool then?” He checks again.

“We’re cool,” You nod and raise your beer.

He promptly bumps his bottle to yours as you seal your deal with a toast and a shared smile.

“So, still in love with him, huh?” He asks, absentmindedly, after you two take a sip from the beer, “Was it a bad break up?”

“Not really,” you answer, looking down at your finger circling the rim of the bottle, “I just wasn’t expecting it… I thought I was gonna spend the rest of my life with him… it was settled.” You shrug, “And then, nothing was certain anymore. I’m sorry,” you quickly add, shaking your head with a tight smile on your lips. The last thing you want is to talk about Eddie. And you’re pretty sure that’s not what Bucky expects from the night, either.

“Hey.” He hooks his finger under your chin, lifting it up so you look back at him, “No rules remember? We can talk, we’re not sex robots or anything.”

Your head falls back when you laugh, “Alright.” You nod as he smiles at you, “But I don’t really want to talk about my breakup, now.”

He nods back, accepting your position, “Can I ask you something?” He’s the one to talk again after you two drink from the beer, “Last night,” he continues when you give him your consent, “When I went down on you. Was that the first time?”

There he goes again, talking so freely... You don’t feel your cheeks burning this time, though.

“No,” you answer, and he lifts his eyebrows, showing a bit of surprise at the answer, “It was the second, actually…” You’re quick to add, tightening your lips, “That obvious, huh?” You laugh quietly as your shoulders drop a bit.

Bucky shrugs, “It’s just that you seemed a bit self-conscious about it…” He brings his bottle to his lips, but stops it midair, “At first…” he smirks at you once again and winks.

You let out a small chuckle, looking down, playing with the almost empty bottle in your hands, “And I was…” You turn your body to face him, folding your legs on his sofa and leaning your arm on his backrest. It might be the alcohol, or just his laid-back and comforting presence that makes you want to share it with him, “You see, I’ve dated Eddie since college and he was my first…you know?” You bit on your lower lip as he nods at you to continue, nothing changing on his expression at the information, “And what happened was that he was never really a fan of that… we tried once, years ago and that was it… I knew he was grossed out by it, so I never asked him again.”

Clearing your throat, you look away, bringing you your beer to your lips to conceal any sign of embarrassment your face might indicate, you can’t believe you just shared that with him, you know how pitiful that sounds and what a turn off that must be. You’re there to have sex and are sharing how unexperienced you are? Not cool.

You feel his eyes fixed on you, and, when your gaze is attracted to his like a magnet, the pity you thought you would see on his face just isn’t there. Instead, it’s something entirely different you catch on his expression and his eyes. Never parting his focus from you, he puts his beer on the center table and reaches for yours, placing it next to his. He drags his body closer, and his smell – no cologne, just his own manly smell with a hint of what must be a fancy shampoo- fills in your nostrils, making you breathe in deeply the inebriant scent, “You know what came to my mind while I was listening to you?”

The sultry tone in his voice is almost hypnotic as your lips part and your gaze drops to his, “What?” you murmur.

“Last night…” He licks his lips before drawing his lower one between his teeth, “Your taste…” He leans forward, brushing his lips on your earlobe, causing your breath to hitch in your throat, “Your shaky legs around my shoulders…” His flash hand finds your knee before sneaking up your thigh, carrying goosebumps on its way, “And those sinful sounds you made while I had your pussy in my mouth.” He grabs your earlobe in a gentle bite at the same time his wandering hand grabs harshly the flesh of your thigh underneath your dress, pulling a breathy whine out of you.

He drags his lips to yours and the kiss is sensual, slow moves of his tongue against yours as his lips are a soft and breathtaking caress. You realize you would be willing to spend the whole night just like that… kissing him, as your tongue laces around his and he lures you to melt into him… But he seems to have other plans in mind. You can’t help but seek his lips again as he parts them from yours.

“And this is what thinking about all of that does to me…” Boring his blue, now darker than ever, eyes on yours he grabs your hand from your lap and brings it to the bulge in his pants.

You gasp at the sensation in your hand as he guides your hand with his to brush the firm and large hardness. Everything about the situation is sexy and makes you light in your head and hot in your body: the way he moans as you move your hand, his warm breath slipping from his parted lips and fanning over yours, how his eyes flutter for just a second before fixing on yours again, his scent, his shameless words…

“Just to think about eating your pussy…the mere thought of it…. Fuck, it turns me on,” he whispers and lets go of your hand, allowing it to move on its own as he lunges at you again, kissing and nibbling your lips a lot harder than the first time

You kiss him back fiercely while keeping your hand on his cock, palming it through his jeans. You already can tell how thick he is and a fluttering sensation bubbles down your lower belly as the desire to feel his cock inside you takes over your senses and makes you weak in your legs.

“Shit, I can’t wait to do that again…” He drags his lips down your collarbone, whispering between kisses and licks on your skin, “But right now, what I want is to feel your pussy around my cock. Is that what you want, too?”

“Oh, yeah,” you promptly answer, eyelashes fluttering shut at the thought as you press your hand harder against his hardness and digs your finger on his loose locks, “I want it… I want this cock so bad.”

“Bedroom,” he announces, swiftly getting up and pulling you with him.

By the time you get to his bedroom, he already has his shirt off and you’re only in your set of black lingerie, discarded clothes and shoes left on the short way from the living room. Peppering kisses down his neck, you unbutton and unzips his jeans.

“Holy fuck.” It slips out of you in a breath when you look down and takes sight of his cock bobbing between you two as you pull his pants along with his underwear down his legs.

It’s big… and thick… and beautiful, you dare say…"Wow," it slips out of you unannounced as you keep staring down and you hear a chuckle from him, a tad too smug chuckle, because he damn well knows… of course, he does.

As he proceeds to ravish your neck, grabbing two handfuls of your ass through your underwear, you can’t help but wrap your fingers around him. You can’t take your eyes off your hand playing slowly with it, entranced by how thick and hard he is, anticipating the feeling of him inside you as you swipe your thumb over the tip...

“Stop, stop.” The rasped plea takes you out of your reverie as his forehead falls on your shoulder and his hand stops yours, “I’ll come all over your hand if you keep that up,’ he explains, laying a kiss on the crook of your neck.

You chuckle and bring your arms to circle his broad shoulders instead, peppering kisses on his stubbled jaw.

“Let’s go to bed, or this will be over too soon.” You can hear the smile on his lips as he squeezes your ass and steps out of his bunched jeans and underwear, guiding you to his bed.

Through kisses, licks, bites, and wandering hands on each other, he lays you down and positions himself hovering you after unhooking and taking off your bra with the same expertise from the night before. He focuses on your breasts, sucking each one of them with intense hunger before shifting on his knees, leaving your breasts and whole body burning for his touch.

He moves towards the nightstand and opens the drawer to get a condom. The position gives you a prime view of his fully erected cock. The little dark path turning into the well-trimmed little hairs right above it shows you how careful he is with himself and the thought of your tongue running down on it pops into your mind and sparks the electricity running down your inside. On its own will, your hand snakes down your stomach till your clothed mound.

A particularly loud sigh of you is what catches Bucky’s attention as he rips the package with his teeth. His eyes drop to where your hand rubs you covered pussy and his cock twitches at the vision.

“Shit… yeah, touch yourself….” He breathes, as he rolls off the latex around his cock.

You promptly slide your fingers under your underwear and find out how wet you are. You draw gentle circles on your clit, never taking your eyes off his burly and beautiful figure, the tightness in your core is a crescendo as you catch every little detail of his perfect body and his hooded eyes on you.

Still kneeling on the mattress, he positions himself in front of your opened legs, but just stays there, hypnotized by the spot where you touch yourself, placing his hands on your knees and spreading your legs wider for him, his pupils growing darker and darker with lust.

You sigh and moan at the pleasure brought by your fingers, but the exposed situation you are in and the sight of him staring down so hungrily at your pussy prompts the tight coils flaming inside you. Just a couple of days and you’re finding out a few things you had no idea about yourself. One of them is that you actually love that kind of filthy exposition. It feels wrong and intimate and fucking sexy.

He grips his cock, giving it a few slow strokes and it’s all a sweet torture that you can’t take anymore.

“Bucky…Please, fuck me.” Your voice comes out laced in a mix of plea and guttural groan you didn’t know you had in you.

Dark eyes flick to yours. “Oh, yeah? Do you want me to fuck you?” he teases, showing no mercy to your desperation.

“Hard…” you correct him, gritting your teeth, “I want you to fuck me hard.”

His eyes widen and his chest moves up when he sucks in a breath. You’re really that eager that you can’t control your words anymore, but you love the effect it has on him. He pulls your fingers from under the lace of your underwear and leans down to bring them to his mouth. Your lips part at the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, his eyes fluttering shut as he moans sucking the two fingers clean. Your taste seems to stir something in him and the world around you spins when big strong hands turn you over roughly.

“On your fours,” he growls. The grasp of his hands on your ass tugs at your core.

You promptly comply, getting yourself in the position he wants you in as he keeps himself behind you. You yelp when he swiftly pulls your underwear down your knees, the lace stretching around them as he spreads your legs. Looking from over your shoulder you watch him cursing under his breath and gripping the base of his impossibly hard cock and guiding it to your slit, coating his hardness with your arousal.

“Holy fuck,” you whisper as the hardness brushes against your clit.

“In a second…” He smirks when his gaze crosses yours. He leans over and pushes your back down, positioning your ass in the air as you lay your head on his pillow. Bucky grabs your hand and guides it to your pussy.

He doesn’t need to say what he wants you to do as your fingers quickly start working on your clit and he aligns himself with your entrance. He pushes the tip in and it knocks the air out of your lungs as you brace yourself on his pillows with your unoccupied hand, speeding up the finger on your clit. Bucky groans as he pushes himself in, inch by inch. You’re soaking wet and he doesn’t find much resistance, but it’s been a year for you, so you’re very aware of the stretch on his way in.

“Shit,” you wheeze, loving how full you feel when he’s all his way in, both of his hands grasping your hips tightly.

“Oh, damn, you feel amazing.” He groans and you clench around him, “Oooo, someone has a praise kink, huh?” A teasing tone in his words.

Do you? You wouldn’t know… all you know is how your whole body and mind respond to having him inside you and how his sultry words make your head dizzy. It’s an aching and floating sensation all at once. You feel light and heavy and hot and eager for him to move.

Like he’s reading your mind, he starts his pace. His fat cock stretches your walls at every jerk of his hips, increasing in rhythm as it feels easier for him to slide in and out of you. It doesn’t take long before he’s pounding into you, a punishing hold on your hips to keep you steady enough to him. Being the discoverer of your weakness, he punctuates every pound with grunted words of praise, telling how good and wet you feel around his cock.

He feels good, too. He feels so damn good, his cock brushing and hitting all of the sweetest spots inside you, the sound of skin slapping against skin... Your mind is a fuzz and your head sinks into his pillow, muffling your moans as you just take it, your body moving along with his powerful thrusts. The coil that’s been twisting your lower belly getting tighter and tighter. You want to come on his cock so bad, you press your fingers hard against your sensitive numb.

“Fuck, yeah, work on that clit, I wanna feel you soaking that cock,” Bucky coos, curling an arm around your stomach and, when you notice, you’re on your knees with your back to his chest. Slick skin burns against slick skin as he drags his metal hand over yours on your pussy, guiding your finger in a different direction, making you gasp at the new sensation the subtle shift brings.

“Oh, God.” You can’t and don’t want to hold back anymore as it’s all more than you can handle and the tightness inside your belly washes over your core in sheer ecstasy. Your back arches and your head falls back on his shoulder as you cry out a mindblowing orgasm.

“Shh,” he whispers in your ear, slowing down his pace, “That’s it, oh fuck,” he curses at the feel of your cunt gripping his cock.

Your senses aren’t fully functioning yet when he pulls out, throws you back on the mattress and flips you over, swiftly taking off the underwear that was stretched around your knees. A delicious smile curls your lips at all the manhandling because you want more and he’s giving it to you, driving himself inside you again, lifting your legs with his forearms, resting them over his shoulders and not holding back on the almost inhuman speed as he thrusts his hips.

He leans over, captures your lips and you curl your arms around his neck as he fucks you. Hard. Just like you said you wanted him to. You had no idea you were so flexible but what a way to find out, having the hottest guy you’ve ever met balls deep -really deep - into you while his tongue curls around yours.

Parting his lips from yours he releases your legs and they promptly wrap them around his hips as he supports himself with his forearms on each side of you and arches his back and to allow him to drag his lips to ravish your breasts, which he seems pretty fond of already. You push his thrusts impossibly harder and deeper with your feet as he alternates from sucking one and the other, licking and grazing his teeth around your sensitive nipples, your vision blanking at the light pain mixed with the pleasure he’s giving to you with his mouth and his damn perfect cock inside you. He doesn't give you time to cool down from the last orgasm as your mind freezes, focusing solely on the dazzling sensations in your body.

“So fucking sexy.” The praise reverberates through your skin and it really seems to be a kink of yours as, joined with the expert roll of his hips, he brings you to another orgasm. A smaller one compared to the first, but powerful enough to make your body shake and to coax a series of moans out of you.

Bucky lets your breast go with a popping sound after a particularly hard suck and shifts back to his knees.

Still in the daze of your second orgasm, a weak sound leaves your lips through panting breathing as your hips leave the mattress when, pulling your legs straighten up together and keeping them securely against his chest with one arm, he pounds into you until an guttural grunt rolls from his lungs and his hips still. He shoves his hips into yours a couple of times, deep and powerful,, spilling his own pleasure into the condom, before letting your legs loose and pulling out. The sensitivity etches a hiss out of you before his body drops next to yours.

For a while, all that fills the room is the sound of sharp pants from both of you. In the past year, you came to think to think that maybe sex wasn’t that important to you and that maybe it wouldn’t matter if it happened or not…What a damn fool.

You do like sex. Love it, actually. And it is fucking amazing and important to you, no doubt of that, you realize while your eyes shut and you allow yourself to drown into the delicious ache that covers your muscles while aftershocks of your orgasms cause occasional spasms all over your body.

“Holy shit.” Bucky’s the first one to speak, still fighting to breathe, “That was-”

“Fucking amazing,” you complete, breathing hard, but with a blissful smile on your lips you tilt your head towards him, “Thank you, Bucky. You have no idea how much I needed this.” You add, too deep in your daze to care whether you sound pathetic or not.

He laughs loudly and the corner of his eyes crinkle with it, “My pleasure, beautiful, my pleasure.”

A few more moments pass with both of you laying there and enjoying the after state of what you just did until the mattress moves when he gets up.

You gather your strength to lift your head enough to watch him walking towards the bathroom, rolling off the condom out of his semi hard cock.

As you’re alone in his bed, that’s when an awkward feeling freezes up your chest in contrast to the heat you’ve surrendered to so far. What the hell are you supposed to do now? Do you leave? Do you stay? Can you take a shower? You could definitely use one… You know he said no rules and you agreed, but some guidance would suit you pretty well right now.

“Hey,” his voice takes you out of your own mind puzzle, “Your turn.” A soft towel is thrown at your face.

You grab it in your hands and look up at him with a glare. He’s laughing as he walks towards you, still butt naked, and your glare quickly dissipates into a playful one. “The bathroom is all yours now. There is liquid soap, shampoo and other stuff there if you need them,” he offers casually, sitting by the corner of the bed, “I’m starving, Chinese sounds good?”

You sit, too, holding the towel in your hand, “Yeah,” you frown before nodding “Sure, Chinese sounds great, actually.”

“Alrighty, then.” He taps on the mattress and gets up. You gaze falls down to his perky butt cheeks moving as he walks towards the door. He stops by the frame and looks back at you with that mischievous look of his, “Then, I’ll be ready for dessert.” He darts out that sinful tongue of his and runs it over his lips.

The brief awkward coldness you felt is replaced by a flush of a welcoming heat creeping up your body.

You smirk back at him, “Can’t wait.”

~~~

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Motel Adventure - Chapter 2

Pairing: F!Reader x Benny Miller

Summary: You’ve chosen Benny Miller for your Motel Adventure and learn that while patience is a virtue, it’s not a virtue Benny has.

Word Count: 1601

Warnings: 18+ Only (Oral sex F!recieving, unprotected sex, general smut)

a/n: Benny Miller is a delight. That’s it, that’s the tweet.

Back to Chapter 1

Benny Miller

You looked at Benny who twirled the room keycard between his fingers, and you knew this was your shot.

“Benny, you up for a roommate?” you asked.

“Hell yeah,” Benny said, his enthusiasm a welcome surprise.

You followed him to his room, your shared room, and watched the other guys continue on to their rooms all farther away from the lobby. He opened the door and held it for you to follow him in. You dropped your bag on the floor, noticing that there was only one bed, and turned as he closed the door behind him and turned to look at you.

“Why’d you pick me?” he asked, his eyes hungry.

“You really don’t know?” you asked, your voice pleading and your shoulders shrug.

Benny dropped his bag and closed the distance between you two very quickly. He grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you hard, desperate. It took you less than a breath to catch up and all of a sudden your hands were on him. You grabbed his belt buckle and pulled him closer to you as his tongue swept across your bottom lip.

He broke the kiss for a moment and just looked at you. His thumb tracing across your warm cheek.

“This is what you meant, right?” he asked, his usual bravado dropped and replaced with a vulnerability you hadn’t seen before.

“This is exactly why I picked you, Benny Miller,” you said lifting your arms to wrap around his neck and pull him back in for a kiss.

He smiled wide before he kissed you again, fast and excited. He gripped your ass with his large hands and lifted you up, urging you to wrap your legs around him. He pushed your back up against the wall and ran one hand up your throat, brushing your tender skin with his long fingers while his other hand snuck up your shirt to squeeze your breast over your sports bra.

“Fuck,” he whispered against your lips, “you’re wearing too many clothes.”

“Fix it then,” you challenged him.

He dropped you to your feet and yanked your shirt and sports bra off over your head in one fell swoop. Then paused just to look at you and take you in. You felt very exposed, vulnerable, but surprisingly you felt no instinct to cover up your naked breasts. Instead you felt bold and excited.

“Like what you see?” you asked him with a sly smile.

He nodded eagerly and bent down to kiss you on your neck, sending shivers through your body. He sucked on your neck hard and you groaned as you unbuckled his pants.

He released your neck after a quick nip over the mark he left there and you took the chance to pull his shirt up off over his head. When he was shirtless you paused and ran your fingers over his muscular chest. You had seen him shirtless as recently as last night, but this was different and you knew it.

“We can stop any time,” he said gently, misunderstanding your pause.

You shook your head, “No, I just, I’ve thought about this for so long.”

His hands trailed down your back, “Me too.”

He kissed you hard and fast as he made quick work of your pants. He broke the kiss to pull them down and helped you step out of them before he spun you around and flopped your back on the bed. You propped up on your elbows and watched him drop to his knees at the end of the bed. He gripped behind your knees to yank you to the end of the bed and you felt your arousal gather in your panties.

He admired the wet spot on the delicate fabric for just a moment, but he wasn’t a patient man. He pulled your panties to your ankles and tucked his head between your legs. He licked his strong tongue through your slick folds and you moaned.

You could feel his smile against your heat and it made you squirm. Thankfully he didn’t make you wait long before he sucked your clit between his lips bringing a sweet heat to your core. You reached out and gripped some of his hair in your hand with a gentle pull. You are pretty sure he liked that as he pace quickened as he swirled his tongue over your bundle of nerves.

He pulls away when you moan again to ask, “Do you like that, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes,” you gasp.

He dives back into your dripping cunt and as his tongue dances over your clit he slips a finger inside you. He strokes gently, but quickly, building your orgasm until it crashes over you. As you tremble through your peak, he doesn’t stop eating you out, overstimulating you to the point you feel like you might pass out.

“Oh god, Benny,” you cry as he pushes you through a second, unexpected orgasm.

You fall back on the bed, panting, a thin layer of sweat covering your body as you watch Benny stand up with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You watch his hands hover over the waist of his jeans, his buckle dangling undone.

“What are you waiting for?” you ask him, your voice breathless.

“You want more?” he asked, unsheathing his impressive length. And whoa was he long. You had no idea how he was even going to fit he was so long. You just blinked at him as he pumped himself in his hand.

“I want you inside me,” you said, scrambling to your knees to reach for him. You tried to push his pants off and kiss him at the same time with little success. He chuckled against your lips before he helped you.

When he was naked, he crawled onto the bed on his knees. Then, he spun around you so your back was pressed against his chest and you were both watching each other in the long standing mirror on the wall in front of you.

He ran this long cock through your sensitive folds, collecting your wet against it. His breath was hot in your ear as you helped guide him inside you. He started slow, getting you used to his length as he pushed deeper and deeper with each slow thrust.

He had one hand on your chest to push you closer to him than you thought was possible, and the other dipped to your clit. As he teased with his fingers, you clenched hard on his cock and you heard his breath take a sharp intake. You watched him fuck you in the mirror and couldn’t contain your smile.

“You take my cock so good, pretty girl,” he whispered in your ear, his pace quickening. Your hands fly to his wrists to keep your balance as best as possible, but giving yourself to him completely.

You cum again, soaking his cock this time. The extra wet combined with his thrusts making a squelching sound that filled your ears and made your body tremble.

He bit your neck as he came inside you, combining your juices and covering you both in the mess. He pulled out of you, and you whimpered at the sudden emptiness between your legs.

He spun you to face him and kissed you long and slow, your chests pressed together both covered in a slick of sweat.

Then he looked you over, inspecting your whole body, his fingers lingering over the hickey on your neck.

“That was amazing,” he said quietly.

“I know, I’m really glad that happened,” you said.

He seemed frozen in front of you, and was clearly thinking hard. You waited patiently for him to find the words, hoping they were the ones you felt too.

“I love you,” he said, his face serious, his fingers still on the hickey.

You smile at him and say, “I love you too.”

He smiles big and wide as he hugs you tightly and lifts you off the bed. Your arms are around his neck, your legs hovering off the ground as you feel your combined mess sliding down your leg.

He buries himself in the crook of your neck and breathes deep, “Let’s get you cleaned up,” he says. He carries you like that, dangling from his neck, to the bathroom, both of you giggling the whole way.

He runs the shower and when the water is warm enough he helps you step in. The water pressure sucks and all there is inside is a generic bar of white soap, but it’s absolutely perfect in there with him.

It doesn’t take long for you both to get cleaned up, but for once he’s not in a rush. The both of you take your time together under the warm water. You mostly laugh and joke around but you also kiss deeply and pause to just look at each other.

When your fingers get pruny, he shuts off the water and towels you off with a small scratchy towel.

You try and do the same, but he tickles you when you try. Eventually forcing you to flee the bathroom and dive under the blankets of the bed.

That doesn’t stop him though. He dives in after you until you're both gasping for breath.

Then he pulls you into his chest and falls asleep quickly. You kiss his chest and snuggle in close. You let the rhythmic sound of his deep, peaceful breathing lull you to sleep, knowing full well that tomorrow you’ll be in for plenty of playful teasing thanks to your hickey. But it would be worth it.

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royallyprincesslilly · 5 years ago

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Title: Love, Maybe? {45}

Chris Evans X Reader OFC Vixen Giovanni

Warning: None 😊

Word Count: 2.8K

Summary: After a night of drunkenness you wake up next to warm, hot as hell body, a migraine and no memory of the night before. When you come to realize that the hot body belongs to none other than Hollywood’s golden boy Chris Evans you freak out. As events unfold you become even more panicked to find out you got married in your drunken haze. What else is there to do but get it annulled, right? Before walking away, you share one more night of molten kisses and passion. Three years later you are still living with the repercussions of your brash decisions, but the surprises don’t stop there. The past has a way of coming back and have you questioning is this fate that you’ve been running from, hell could it have been love, maybe?

NOTE: **Italic texts is an inner Vixen thought. Bold Italic texts is an inner Chris thought.

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Chapter 45: Full Circle

The flashing of the cameras was everywhere and even from inside the limo you could hear the shouting of the paps. It was finally the night you’d worked your ass off for the last few months. Finally, the night to show off your vision, time for you to reap the rewards. You took several breathes trying to calm your nerves in prep for when the car stopped, and you had to step out into the sea of fame. You were nervous.

The last few days you’d had the good fortune to get away for a few days. You, Chris and Ella went to Napa and enjoyed some quiet time away from prying eyes and were able to connect as a family. It was like no time passed at all you fell into sync like it was a normal occurrence. Ella was overjoyed and happily hung all over Chris. From when the sun rose she was glued to his side. You didn’t mind, it was cute to watch, and you couldn’t help but feel grateful. Once she was snuggly tucked into bed he was yours and he used the time to worship every single inch of your body with precision. Though the two of you easily physically connected it was clear that the two of you would need time to seamlessly fit emotionally. You had no doubt that you’d get there eventually because you knew what you felt for him was real, though it still scared you.

By the time the three of you got back down to LA, most of your nerves were gone and you felt closer to him than you had in a while. When you and Chris broke the news to your family about the divorce being off and an engagement in the works they were over the moon, especially your mother. She must have shouted “thank you sweet baby Jesus” at least ten times. She even confessed to Chris that she was running out of hope that you’d ever get married. He only laughed.

Chris’ family seemed ecstatic when you sat with him for a FaceTime call to clue them in and bring them up to speed. His mother, Lisa could not stop smiling and it almost made you cry to see how they all genuinely looked happy. It was unexpected considering how meeting them had gone.

A soft tap to the glass of the limo brought your attention back to the event. The door opened and one of the ushers helped you out onto the carpet. As soon as you stepped out the cameras flashed blinding you. It took you several moments to adjust and develop a strategy. You slowly walked down the carpet and smiled at the cameras and posed for them to get their shots. They shout your name left and right, it was difficult to look everywhere at once.

When you made it further down the carpet the interviews began.

“Vixen, this is your night. How do you feel?”

“Amazing. I am so excited to be here. Everyone has worked so hard to get to tonight and I can’t wait for everyone to experience it.”

“This is your second restaurant. What would you say is the aesthetic for this one?”

“Ethereal, elegant, comfortable. I really wanted to give diners an experience not just with the food but with the décor and ambiance as well. So this is a whole bring experience and I hope everyone has a good time--an engaging time.”

“I see you have quite a beautiful ring on a particular finger, anything to say about it?”

You looked down to your ring finger at the classic, but expensive engagement ring you wore. Your smile could not be hidden.

“Um, well no. nothing to say about it. Thank you.”

You walked away and continued going down the line of eager reports and paps and answered their questions that was about the restaurant and the night, anything else you graciously evaded. After a few interviews, Kassius joined you for pictures and a few words where he praised your professionalism, eye for detail, skill and grace during the entire project.

After forty minutes your cheeks hurt, and you were more than ready to get things moving. The restaurant was full and loud. You smiled at diners as you passed and thanked people for coming out and posed for pictures. When you made it toward the back you saw your family and Chris and Ella in the middle of them. He wore a sleek wine-colored tux with a bow tie that matched Ella’s white dress with wine colored details. When they saw you, they clapped as you approached. When you got to them you each gave you hugs and congratulated you.

“Mama Yayyyy!” you smiled and kissed Ella all across her face. Chris leaned to you and kissed your cheek.

“I am so proud of you.” You smiled and gazed in his deep blue eyes relishing the flutter of the butterflies in your belly.

“All right, family, I have to get to work. Enjoy dinner.” You smiled and walked off to the kitchen where your staff waited. Once you stepped inside they got quiet.

“Thank you everyone for your efforts that lead to tonight. Thank you for your faith in me and this vision I had, and I appreciate you taking a chance with me on this journey. May it be a fun, fulfilling and lucrative adventure. Are we ready to have fun?”

They clapped and whooped giving you even more confidence then you changed and got to work crafting the dishes that you’d painstakingly put together over the last few months. You were so grateful that everything ran smoothly, there were no accidents, nothing burned, nothing that went wrong. You tried not to think about the reception of the dishes that were sent out, tried not to think of what they were saying in the dining area and tried to remain present in the kitchen and give every dish your all.

Thankfully no one sent anything back, and every pass around the kitchen you made, everyone looked to be completely competent in what they were doing. By the time the kitchen service ended, and you were down to the last few plates of dessert you felt comfortable enough to leave it in the hands of your talented sous chef. You changed again and walked back out to the dining area. You slowly walked around and shook the hands of those who wanted to pay compliments to the chef. You made your rounds and chatted with each of them and thanked them for dining there.

Everyone you spoke with expressed how much they loved the food and the experience the restaurant provided. The praise you received made you embarrassed, but you also felt appreciative for your accomplishment. When you made the turn to another reporter you were caught off guard when Ella tackled into your legs. Bending down you scooped her up and kissed her.

“Hi princess, how are you?”

“Good.”

“How was the food?”

“Yummy.” You smiled and looked back to the reporter.

“A family affair tonight huh.”

“Yes, I have every member of my family here, it’s a beautiful thing.”

“I would definitely call tonight a success. I had the opportunity to taste some incredible things tonight. What was your inspiration?”

“Good food, hearty food, rich foods, I love mixing and matching ingredients to create a whole new thing. I drew inspiration from many different regions, even the islands. I wanted to give the taste buds an experience and I really hope I accomplished that.

“Da-da!”

You looked back and saw Chris approaching. As he walked he drew the attention of everyone around. It was sexy and spoke of his aura. Your bottom teeth sank into your bottom lip. Your eyes drifted to the gold wedding band he wore, and you smiled wider. When he stood just behind you, you felt his arm around your waist. once he was there they continued snapping your pictures. Ella hugged you tightly looking back at Chris who gave her silly faces which she loved.

"What do you think of tonight, Chris?"

“I think this is amazing. I was prepared for quite the experience and I was not disappointed. One thing with this beautiful human she does not disappoint.” You smiled and tried to keep a demure look on your face. you couldn’t lie it felt so good to hear him talk about you like this. It was a first.

"How do you think it turned out?"

“I think it turned out great. She did a wonderful job with everything in here and the food--,” he began giving a chefs kiss with his fingers. “The food was to die for.”

“Yummy food,” Ella reiterated. You smiled and kissed her again.

"Rumor is you're married. Any comment?" Chris locked eyes with you then smiled a full smile, one that you mirrored before you pinched your lips.

“Tonight is about her and what an amazing accomplishment this is for her and all she's worked for in her career. This place is incredible, and the food was outstanding. So, the only thing I'll say is we’re happily married.”

"Does that mean Chris Evans is finally in love, maybe?" Another smile spread across his face before he pulled you closer, holding you against his chest.

“No maybe about it.” Again, your eyes met, and everyone faded away.

-Chris-

Life is funny. The one thing you swear you don’t want and the thing you run from can turn out to be the one thing you actually need. If anyone would have asked him three years ago if he’d be happily married three years later to the woman of his dreams a woman he loved more than the world with a beautiful daughter he would have said they were nuts. Thinking about what a difference three years made it really showed that nothing is impossible and even though we think we know what’s best fate usually has other plans.

He softly brushed Ella’s hair from her forehead and watched her for a few more minutes. Her bedroom here was different than the one in Boston but she’d picked out everything and loved playing interior designer. He hoped she’d grow to love it as she loved her room in San Francisco. Placing a soft kiss on her temple he walked out and switched on her night light. As he walked through his home he turned off lights and double checked the alarm was armed and his entire world was safe.

As he walked out back to the view that sold him he saw your back turned. You’d always loved this view. Once he was got to you he slinked behind you and wrapped his arms around you. your moan was low and breathy.

“She's fast asleep.” He placed a tender kiss on your neck and trailed it down to your exposed shoulder.

“It was a long night,” you responded burying deeper into his arms. He’d never get over how good it felt to hold you like this. He’d lost hope he ever would. Squeezing you in his embrace he dropped a few more kisses on your skin.

The silence between the two of you stretched, but it wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, it was a silence that brought peace, one that made him feel content for the first time in years.

“Chris,” you began.

“Mmm.”

You took a deep breath and he knew you were preparing to speak. He felt slight anxiety over what you were going to say.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered. He almost didn’t hear you.

“For what?”

“Everything, for not telling you about Ella when I found out I was pregnant, for the last six months. How I treated you, all the back and forth, all the pain I caused you. The things I said to you last month. My god, I never meant to hurt you.”

He turned your face to him and kissed you gently. As soon as his lips met yours, he could feel the goosebumps break out on your skin. When his pulled back, he nuzzled your nose then kissed it. All of this felt natural to him. “It’s okay,” he whispered.

“It’s not Chris, I was—horrible,” you added.

“Okay, yes you hurt me—a lot. I don’t think anyone has hurt me the way you have. That alone spoke to me saying that you matter to me when no other before you had. That pain showed me what mattered to me. My career is great and everything but Vixen you and Ella mean so much more to me. So yeah the pain sucked, I’ve never had my heart broken until you.”

It was full honesty, his truth. You looked down and to look away but he wouldn’t let you. He wasn’t having it. “I’m not angry with you Vixen, I’m just glad we have this third try.”

“Me too,” you whispered.

“Now, we just have to work on those flight instincts.” You smiled just as he did. “Don’t run away from me again sweetheart.” The expression on your face made his heart skip a beat. That was a first, he thought. The name felt natural, it felt like it was meant just for you. Again, he kissed you sweetly but passionately.

“I'm proud of you Vix. You have no idea. Everything tonight was amazing, you really set the bar high for future restaurants.”

“Thank you.”

“So, what’s next for the woman who has broken the glass ceiling that enclosed her? What does the love of my life have on the agenda next?” He nuzzled his bearded cheek against yours smiling when you shivered.

“Well, the cooking show, then another restaurant, maybe a line of pots, cutlery, food products, to begin.”

“Wow. Sounds like a busy few years.”

“From your lips to God’s ears,” you added.

“When do you plan on having these five remaining kids?” You snorted and laughed loudly. It echoed over the backyard and into the night air around you.

“You may be nearing old age, but I am still in my prime.” His laughter was loud, and it boomed in the backyard.

“Plus, I never said I couldn’t do all of this while being barefoot and pregnant.”

He smiled thinking of you that way. He couldn’t wait to see it. Tightening his hold around you, he moaned.

“There is one thing I want first,” he breached.

“You sure want a lot don’t you Mr. Evans.”

“Damn right I do Mrs. Evans.”

“Okay, shoot your shot.” He kissed your ear, then your jaw down to your neck and then your shoulder. Each kiss he placed elicited a moan from you that got sultrier and sultrier.

“A wedding.” You looked back to him and searched his eyes.

“I want to get married again, for real this time.” Slowly you smiled.

“Really?” He nodded his head completely sure about what he wanted. He’d never wanted anything more. The idea of seeing you walk down the aisle to him made his throat tighten from the emotion bubbling within him.

“Yes, and I know the perfect date,” he informed with a smirk. “August 15th, the first day that started it all, the day fate smiled on us.” Just as the words came out, you crushed your lips to his and expertly kissed him lacing your fingers at the back of his head. He was the first to moan but once he did you followed suit.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips not wanting to stop the kiss to speak.

“Show me,” you whispered in the same fashion.

He didn’t need to be told twice. He stood then bent to scoop you into his arms and kissed you tenderly--passionately and allowed the intensity to build. It didn’t take long, it never did. As he carried you through the house up the stairs to the bedroom he pressed you on the door and pulled a guttural moan from you.

“Do you still see them?” Knowing just what you were asking he looked around for the ghosts of your love, ghosts that still remained, but were now something else.

“I think I'll always see them, only difference now is they don't haunt me.” You smiled before you kissed him again. When he laid you on his bed he lost himself in your soulful eyes. He’d always loved your eyes. They were the first things he missed.

“You're irresistible, so fucking perfect!” They were the words he said to you three years ago, words he’d uttered truthfully, as he was filled with earthshattering desire for you. The desire he felt now superseded that of the past. What he felt for you now could only be summed up with the word soulmate.

“I'm never going to get you out of my system. I'll never be over you, Vixen. You're my forever home." Your arms and legs wrapped around him and he finally knew what it meant for someone to be your home. You were his, you’d always been and would always be his home.

The End

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Closing Note: Thank you, EVERYONE, for all your support with this fic. Thank you for reading, sharing, commenting, reblogging, sending asks about it. I LOVE ALL OF YOU SO MUCH for it!❤❤

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rigelmejo · 4 years ago

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march 3/15/2021

im trying to read through tae kim’s grammar guide right now because i’m officially further in the nukemarine LLJ memrise decks (there’s tae kim grammar guide sections in there) than i am in actually reading the grammar guide. And obviously these example sentences in the memrise deck would teach me more if i CLEARLY understood why they’re like how they are. which i... need to read the grammar guide section to understand lol.

my goal rn with japanese is? to get further in the nukemarine LLJ decks than i did last time. I’ve already mildly accomplished that (have done officially MORE of the tae kim section than before, have NOT redone the 190 common words i did last time i did this though). there are about 400 more cards in this tae kim section (LLJ 4) and then 1000ish cards in the common word section (LLJ 5). I would love to get them done.

it would be sweet if i could get them done before April 22?/24? whenever Nier Replicant comes out because then I could play that baby in english and japanese! Then Nier Automata! ToT The Entire thing that kicked me back into wanting to study japanese was my old love for certain video games and desperately wanting to know what their stories/characters are like before translation/localization. So it would be cool if I could play them a little ;-; or at least check out lets plays.

(which, checking out the kh2 lets play has been going pretty well so far... also that part where namine says “we aren’t meant to exist” and roxas says “how could you say such a thing? even if it were true” he says in japanese like “thats brutal/harsh to say. even if its true.” ...great to know that line is equally raw and heartbreaking in japanese lol. KH2′s localization did real good on like equal vibe to original just like ‘less nuanced’ if that makes sense. also thanks to the chinese hanzi i know now watching the KH2 lets play means i can figure out a lot of noun’s writing even though i don’t catch the pronunciation... also i’m catching a lot of words that mean like ‘beautiful/good’ as in like ‘great move’ and ‘dang’ lol.)

i had to stop myself from redoing the chinese flashcards i’ve done in the past! because i get ‘into a zone’ lol. And i really don’t need to waste time redoing those 2000 cards. i also needed to stop myself from doing the hsk 5-6 cards. because realistically? i know half of them, i should just set a lot to ‘ignore’ on the computer but im too lazy, and i’m learning a lot of vocab from reading right now. i don’t need hsk words to pass any test. The words i’m learning right now in reading are a lot more applicable to the actual shows i watch/things i listen to/things i read. its more useful to me to keep reading. and also to not sidetrack my japanese lol. i have read... 39 chapters this month... this month is only half over! hanshe is truly motivating ToT it also helps the story CONSTANTLY ends on cliffhangers so i keep clicking next chapter. who knows, maybe hanshe will help me kick up my reading speed. it already shaved off 10 minutes per 20 pages - now my 20 pages are down to 30 minutes to read, which is better than a few months ago. hanshe has 155 chapters so i HOPE it speeds up my reading lol.

hanshe is increasing my vocab though, its definitely noticeable over time. and hanshe has really good repetition of vocab which helps with learning and later the payoff means i never have to look up the word in future once its learned while it remains useful to me and i keep being reminded of it. after i get bored of hanshe OR i finish it, whichever comes first, its either back to a priest novel or into another pingxie fanfic written by hanshe’s author. The author did one fanfic that’s only 33 chapters so that would be NICE to do after this one lol ToT

summary of what’s turned out to be my studying methods this month:

Japanese:

reading through grammar guides (the one yue-muffin made and tae kim’s). so just grammar explanation reading.

doing nukemarine LLJ decks (in the ACTUAL order they are in the deck to completion - last time i did like 3 per time and never finished any lol. this is bolded because it’s the primary activity i’m prioritizing). so SRS flashcards. it’s working well right now because i can just put this activity in anytime i have downtime, like when i pause shows (since we know me i gotta take a break from a show every 20 minutes lol). i am bafflingly in a flashcard mood and i’m trying to take advantage of it while i got it.

*when i feel like it: watching kh2 lets play. so some immersion where i look up words. (and when Nier Replicant remaster releases next month I’m likely to at least a tiny bit try to play it in japanese ToT lol we’ll see)

so grammar reading, srs flashcards covering some grammar/listening/reading/vocab, and some optional immersion.

(a note: i gave up on the japaneseaudiolessons for now because i got bored. its a great resource! i just don’t feel like it right now. and from an efficiency perspective, nukemarine LLJ decks cover vocab, grammar, audio, reading - so I don’t need another resource for that right now).

Chinese:

reading through hanshe. so immersion reading, intensive reading looking up unknown words. (unknown words are happening less so its getting less ‘intense’ lol)

listening to Chinese Spoonfed Audio. so listening to audio flashcards. for building up listening comprehension/repetition to pick up some more common words. (i’ve been doing this during daily walks making it much easier for me to consistently do, doing it mainly to supplement the Reading Heavy study i’m doing, i can drop this and pick it up later if i want since its mostly easy background listening)

*I am slowly rereading the grammar guide on www.chinese-grammar.com for explicit grammar clarification. but this is not a high priority, since I sort of implicitly understand a lot of this and i’m not working on fixing production mistakes yet. i just... miss knowing wtf is going on in the grammar lol.

*when i feel like it: Listening Reading The Glass Maiden/Love and Redemption Novel. I’ve done 2-3 hours of it this past week, but i don’t know when or if I’ll just stop. Thankfully l-r is beneficial somewhat even if i switch up books later. i WANT to L-R you have no idea (to Silent Reading and Guardian REALLY badly lol). But its so time intensive, and requires a lot of focus, and i have to really plan to do it for an hour at a time usually. I am so bad at doing stuff for that long consistently. I was in the mood earlier this week! ToT

*when i feel like it: watching chinese shows raw. I was super in the mood this month because Word of Honor came out, and Killer and Healer came out, and Rattan came out, and I didn’t want to wait for subs. As a result I watched a LOT of raw episodes this month. However, english subs have caught up and since I’m lazy I’m inclined to just watch the subs - especially since youku ITSELF just put english subs on their most-ahead viewing schedule version of the eps on youku vip. so guess who’s buying youuku vip today? -3-)/ That said... even if I stop for a while, if Rattan subs move too slow I’ll probably watch those raw. And as SOON as 2ha’s drama Immortality drops I am highly likely to watch the raws for that since I likely won’t be able to wait. Watching shows is pretty highly dependent on how much I want to watch something and if subs take a while lol.

so reading, and listening. and a little listening-reading method too. mainly just working on reading, listening, vocab acquisition. chinese is going good - for a few months now i’ve just had the plan ‘read often while looking up unknown words, and add some listening study activity when i have time.’ It’s simple, and its been working well. later on down the road i’ll need some explicit grammar clarification again, but this is bare bones enough of a study plan at the moment. i’m clearly picking up words and phrases and hanzi at a reasonable pace. its not the Fastest obviously, but it is causing improvement over time and since i’m enjoying it i see no reason to change it up.

ending things

...who knows WHY i am so well focused this month with so much energy... tbh... i track how many chapters i read a month/audio i listen to/show episodes i watch etc, and this month is like as much as 3 other of my usual months combined. also my japanese has been basically ‘dabbling only’ prior to this month.

although... maybe in part its how i’ve gotten better at reading hanshe? Reading being easier certainly motivates me TO read more. And watching shows was MUCH easier this month (still not ‘easy’ but following the main plot is) which definitely makes me Want to watch more. Also i am... unbelievably motivated by a challenge. I think i got it in my head that i ‘really want to do more of Nukemarine’s LLJ courses and see how much i understand after them’ and now... i really want them DONE. so maybe the current things motivating me will hold out for a while.

(On the listening-reading front meanwhile, that activity takes SO much concentration its hard to do if i’m tired, BUT i have so many TRANSLATED novels i want to read recently and honestly its fun hearing the chinese narration and audiobook actors so like... i very much Want to do l-r so i can hear them as i read the translation... immovable object of me tired versus how much i’m interested in them lol ToT).

also thank u thank u @a-whump-muffin for sending me those lets plays because honestly it got me so excited again and its so cool to see them!!! <3 <3 and its so much easier to watch them versus committing to playing a whole game myself just yet ToT

#rant #march progress #march #it is wild how much i've already done this month #i really have done a Lot?#maybe my reading kick from early this month is just transfering to chinese #from january on i read 11 books in english? or 12 #and now hanshe i'm speeding through? i think maybe hanshe just got easy enough to feel like reading a hard english book #and since i was reading english like non fiction i am already in a 'can handle takes a while per chapter' zone #since non fiction takes me like 1 hour for 20 pages or something horrific like that lol ToT

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spaceyantique · 5 years ago

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five’s a crowd [beatles x reader] part six

chapter summary: It’s game night with your bug boys, and it goes about how you would expect. John is chaotic, Paul does very little to contain that energy. Ringo confirms that he IS, in fact, an old man, and you and George spend the evening sharing an armchair.

warnings: there is drinking and some (offscreen) drug use. we don’t condone drugs! please be safe!

these chapters certainly are getting longer, yeet. let @kalypsichor and i know what you think and if there’s anything you want to see!

masterlist

one | two | three | four | five

What can you say? Between his sweet personality and those bluer-than-blue eyes, Ringo always gets his way. You’d tried as best you could to avoid any more pure, unadulterated John-related chaos, but Paul had teamed up with Ringo for an unbeatable duo of puppy-dog eyes. They’d cornered you in the kitchen one day until you finally relented, damn them.

So, that Saturday night, you’re all squished around the table in the living room as Ringo slams down a comically large board game box. From the way his eyes light up as he looks at it, you’d think it would be glowing gold and sparkling, Cave of Wonders-style.

“Fuck’s this about?” John’s brow furrows at the name on the box. He’s already gone through half his first drink of the night: a vodka tonic with more vodka than most people would go for. Paul’s hanging over his shoulder with a beer, also a bit tipsy.

“Clue! It’s my favorite game of all time!” Ringo’s excitement is endearing and sunshine-yellow, as always.

“Thought we were playin’ Monopoly.”

“We’re trying to mend friendships, John.” Ringo fixes him with a false-stern look.

“Yeah, John, Monopoly is a game that only ends in violence. ‘Sides, I actually like Clue,” you say.

“A board game nerd too. Who knew?” George smirks. He’s got a beer in his hand as well. Though you’re overall not thrilled to be forced to participate in another night of John Lennon ruining the apartment, you can certainly say that a pro is that you’re next to George. You’re sharing the overstuffed armchair because John and Paul have claimed the couch (“for canoodling,” Ringo accused), and you can feel the warmth of George’s thigh even through your jeans. How is this boy so warm?

For a second, you catch yourself thinking of the last board game night, which ended with you and George next to each other not so unlike tonight. Unfortunately, it had been in a dark closet during a drunken game of Seven Minutes in Heaven, and you’d been too awkward even with the alcohol to try anything.

Thankfully, you’re brought back to reality by Ringo unfurling the instructions across the table. They’re nearly too large for him to fully open with his arms extended and you have a sudden vision of him as Clark Griswold from National Lampoon’s Christmas Vacation.

“Right!” Ringo declares, now unfolding the game board. “Everyone pick a character. There’s six, so everyone gets their own, no teams.”

“Red!” John lunges across the table for the red, but misses slightly in doing so and scatters the other pieces across the board. He’s met with a chorus of indignant cries and Paul smacking his bicep. “Sorry! Got to have me color!”

“Right then, John’s Miss Scarlett.”

John dramatically reclines on the sofa with girlish flair.

“Paul! Paint me like one of your French girls!” Paul rolls his eyes, muttering something about the importance of nude modeling to the art world and how John would take advantage of it.

George quietly takes the green piece and places it on his starting square, then turns to you.

“It matches my socks,” he says with a smile. Your heart flutters as you see that he’s wearing said fuzzy green socks right now. Don’t blush, please don’t blush, for God’s sake.

Instead, you grab the nearest piece to you (blue) and place it on your spot.

“I’ll be Miss Peacock.”

Ringo picks Colonel Mustard and George and John goad Paul into being Professor Plum (“Professor Paul! It fits, you’ve bloody GOT to!”). As Ringo deals the cards, Paul whispers something to John and heads to the kitchen, claiming he’s getting a drink. He does come back with a six-pack of hard cider, but he also places a phone down in the center of the board, on top of the Top-Secret envelope with the winning cards.

“Is that where my phone was? I’ve been looking all day for it,” George asks as you crack open your can of cider.

“It’s the prize,” John says, his mouth curling into that wicked, Grinch-like smirk once again. As stupidly smug as he is, you’re a bit drunk and it’s hard to keep a grin off your face. “Whoever wins gets to decide who gets the phone.”

“It’s my phone, though. I bought it, I paid for it.”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Does too!”

“Well, now it’s a part of the game! We play for it.”

George, rolling his eyes, goes to reach for the phone, but a hellish shriek from John and Paul’s protest stops him.

“Thou shalt honor the game!” Paul cries.

“And what if I don’t?”

“Bad things!” Paul’s grinning widely now and you’re biting your lips to keep from smiling. “Like in Jumanji!”

“Yes, we get sucked into a jungle world for years and years until someone finishes a board game that we left in the attic and releases us and we have to fight all the animals they unleash too.” Ringo’s smiling now too, and George reluctantly agrees to play for his phone. “Then we’d best start now! Usual rules, plus each time you move, you drink.”

“Don’t worry,” you whisper to George, feeling a bit bold from the warmth of the alcohol already. “I’m pretty good at this game. I’ll win it back for you.”

The smile he gives you increases that warmth in your body tenfold.

***

It turns out you are not, in fact, pretty good at Clue. It has a lot to do with your cards, and thanks to Paul’s subpar shuffling skills, you have a shit hand. Several turns in, and you’re not at all close to solving the murder of Dr. Black. Your lack of strategy also may have something to do with the fact that you’re onto your second drink (rum and Coke but with diet Pepsi because it’s cheaper). However, you’re relatively confident in winning, as John both does not know the rules and doesn’t currently have the capacity to learn them.

“Then... then I’ll use that portal. The secret passage,” John slurs, and Ringo shakes his head adamantly.

“No, you can’t, John. The passage is in the greenhouse. You’re not in the greenhouse.”

“Well then, where am I?” Ringo points at John’s red piece in the ballroom.

“How the hell did I get over there?!”

“Honestly, John, are you high as well as drunk?” You ask with a smile. He takes a liberal slug of his vodka tonic before responding in a deadpan: “This is my personality.” Behind him, Paul mouths “a bit high,” and you giggle.

“Oi, you’re one to talk!” John shoves Paul with his shoulder, still with that easy smile on his face.

“Look, y’know, the people have right to know, it’s-”

“The people! The people? What fucking people?”

“What’s all this?” Ringo looks up from his expertly technical dice roll.

“They’re drunk,” George laughs.

“Can we get on with it, lovebirds?” You shift in your seat and are suddenly reminded of being pressed against George’s whole side. You can practically feel him breathing.

“Yeah, some of us are trying to win here. The stakes are high,” George grins. “So if you two could pull your heads out of each other’s arses-”

There’s a chorus of laughter around the table, and John drops his cards with a hilariously restrained “oh shit.”

With a good deal of direction from Ringo (“‘S like herding cats, the lot of you!”), gameplay continues.

“Alright… John, do you have… the rope?” Ringo bites his lip, glancing over his cards and his scratch sheet of paper. John gasps.

“What? How’d you know that?” He cries, and you laugh, leaning towards George a bit more without thinking. You let your head fall onto his shoulder and suddenly you’re back in that darkened closet again. You’d sat just like this on the floor, but with your knees curled up against your chest. Your head was on his shoulder, and his hand was so close to yours-

George stiffens a bit, and as if you’d been shocked, you sit straight up. You make eye contact with Paul accidentally, and for a second, that infamous pout curls into a smirk. You hear an echo of his voice in your head. I’ll get the truth out of you one of these days, y’know. Your eyes fall to Geo’s phone lying on the board, and you suddenly realize that it was Paul who’d gotten it from the kitchen, not John.

“Conspiracy!” John shouts suddenly, both echoing your thoughts and shaking you out of them.

“It’s not a fucking conspiracy, John, you guess, it’s how you play-” George argues.

“Ringo must be cheating!”

“How do you not know how the game works?” Paul teases, and John scrunches up his nose at him.

“Well, I was doing just fine until you-”

“Don’t blame me for your incompetence-”

“Incompetence!?” John practically shrieks, and Ringo snorts, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Off with his head!” George says, and pantomimes cutting his own head off. He lets his ‘severed’ head loll back onto the armchair’s cushioned back, exposing his neck. He’s got such a lovely neck, more slender than one might expect. It’s long and the tendons and muscles are defined, and his collarbones peek out just a bit over the neckline of his shirt. He’s been wearing his hair curly for the past several days, and it goes in waves past his ears, ending in a little flick just below his earlobe. The sun has set by now, and in the lamplight, his skin looks like gold. Your eyes travel back up his hair, and you suddenly notice-- oh, fuck, he’s looking at you.

You snap your head back to the game so fast you nearly give yourself whiplash. John and Paul are still arguing, and you just barely catch Ringo sneaking a peek at John’s cards while his guard is down.

“Hey! Hey… do you wanna fight?” Paul says, and leans close to John’s face.

“... no.” John’s tone is sheepish but he’s smiling widely.

“Good.” Paul leans a touch closer. You swear John almost stops breathing.

Your eyebrows nearly hit your hairline as George snickers.

“God, get a room,” Ringo sighs, and John leaps up from the couch, Paul not far behind.

“Gents, fair lady, I’ve forgotten something in my room, and I’ve got to… get it.” With that, John stumbles down the hall towards his and Paul’s bedroom.

“I’m… helping him.” Paul rushes out too.

“Then there were three,” George says after a beat of silence.

“Two,” Ringo says, standing and stretching. “S’pose that’s the end of it, so I’m going to put my headphones on as quickly as possible.” He bids you and George goodnight and then heads to their shared room, taking the fleece blanket from the couch with him.

“Smart move,” you say. “Poor Freddie upstairs said his bedroom’s just above John and Paul’s. He’s about to get a free show.”

“With surround sound,” George says, and you snort. Reluctantly, you force yourself to get up, detaching from George’s side and busying yourself with picking up the cups, cans, and bottles littering the various surfaces in the living room. As you release your armful into the kitchen sink, George’s sudden shout from the living room startles you.

“You idiot bastard! That’s what this was about?” You turn to see George still standing in the living room, hunched over his phone and calling down the hall to John and Paul’s room.

“You put fucking TINDER on my phone?!”

#five's a crowd #beatles x reader #george x reader #george harrison x reader #beatles fic #crack fic #paul #george #ringo #john #BOARD GAME MADNESS

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subtlereferencetomyinterests · 5 years ago

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Complexities Unknowable- Chapter 7 (Finale!)

Ao3, 1 2 3 4 5 6. MasterPost

Relationships: Deintruality, background Analogince

Warnings: Cursing, Remus-typical language and jokes, Minor self-deprication/insecurity, the ol’ ‘thinks-it’s-unrequited-and-is-oblivious-to-obvious-flirting’ song and dance, all sympathetic sides, feelings of being left out, also I accidentally projected too hard and now Patton has adhd oops.

Word Count: 4,000 (approximately)

Patton felt better than he could ever remember feeling. Sleep came easy as it hadn’t for him in years. It was amazing how far a little bit of understanding went.

When all your closest friends are together, you get lonely. Patton wouldn’t say that he was jealous, but everything was different now. When he used to spend time with the others, it was four pals spending quality time together! Now when they did, it was a date, except oops! Patton’s here too! How awkward!

He knew that was unfair. They didn’t really think of him that way, of course not. Hence why he didn’t bring it up.

It wasn’t like that with Remus and Deceit. Even though they were dating, Patton never felt left behind. Their humor was dark and snarky but accessible, not laden with inside jokes that he’d missed out on or specific clues that he didn’t pick up.

The inclusiveness they treated him with was probably borne from being excluded for so long, though he didn’t like to think about that. The fact was, the three were friends now, the past was past, and Patton was drinking in their companionship like fine wine (or, to be more accurate to himself, a grape juice box).

It did not take him long to figure out why he was so fond of their company. You can only spend so much time with Deceit prattling about the dangers of repression before you start to unearth all of those deeply buried feelings.

He’d fallen for the Dark Sides. Whoops.

Could you really blame him? Deceit, suave and clever and funny, yet so gentle when he wanted to be; Remus, bold and brash and energetic, but still with such a deep empathy hidden in him! It was no wonder that the two were already together- anyone who spent as much time with them as they spent with each other would be head-over-heels as well! (Patton was speaking from experience on that one).

Initial surprise regarding the feelings had soon faded to something almost comfortable. He was happy to have them as his friends alone, so what was a little crush? No big deal!

...Was what he had thought ten minutes ago, when there wasn’t an affectionate Remus wrapped around him, chattering off various compliments.

“I could hold you forever, Patty. You are just the softest, like a water balloon full of blood and organs! But still so ripped, I mean, damn!”

“Language,” Patton chided meekly, trying very hard to not dissolve into the ether.

“Awww, you can’t make an exception for me? Just this once? I’ll make it worth your while~,” the last part was a hushed sing-song right near Morality’s ear. He felt his face redden, but forced himself away to refocus on… whatever he had been doing.

“Nope, no exceptions,” he chirped, going back to- right! Cleaning!

“You aren’t tempted at all? You are so responsible- and that’s really one of the sexiest qualities there is.”

It was just Remus’ nature to talk to people like that, Patton told himself firmly. The Creative side was just expressing his friendly affection in a way that made sense to him. It came alongside being close to someone so unused to ‘typical’ friendship dynamics, after all. Patton reminded himself of this again and again, denying himself the desperate urge that welled up and told him to respond in kind. He would not purposefully misinterpret Remus’ actions for his own gain, he was better than that!

“Thank you, Rem,” just nice, platonic gratitude for nice, platonic compliments.

Eventually, finally, mercifully, The Duke had seemed to get bored. He disentangled himself from Patton (appearing rather crestfallen, though the moral trait wasn’t sure why), and wandered off.

But that, whether for good or for bad, was hardly the end of that.

Deceit’s room was magnificently cozy. It was armchairs that swallowed up whomever sat in them, warm lamps casting down on all surfaces, and jazzy music playing distantly in the background. In other words, the perfect place for a good cup of tea and some sandwiches, not to mention pleasant conversation.

Deceit lounged back in his oversized chair, sending Patton an inscrutable look across their teacups. The side smiled, hoping that was the appropriate response.

“So,” he drawled, switching the track of their conversation abruptly, “You’re something of a seamster, aren’t you?”

Patton stared blankly for a moment before the term clicked.

“Oh, you mean a seamstress?”

“Sorry, I thought you’d prefer the masculine, but that really was presumptuous of me,” Deceit amended in apology.

“I didn’t know that there was a word for it other than seamstress. Hey, isn’t it kinda weird how some jobs are like that, when you think about it? Like how there’s actors and actresses! Why wouldn’t ‘actor’ be all encompassing, ya know?”

Deceit made a vague noise of disinterest and waved his hand, as though manually cutting off the tangent in conversation.

“Yes, gender is a distasteful societal construct and an overall prison to our consciences, we both agree- but regardless, you sew. Make clothing and things like our quilt. Isn’t that right?”

“Right- yes.”

“Do you make all of your own clothes, then?”

“Hmm, sometimes I do- I mostly make stuff for the others. It’s easier to conjure simple stuff for myself, but making them is a lot of fun!” Morality gestured enthusiastically to the pastel pink sweater that he wore, fluffy and intricately patterned.

Deceit’s eyes glinted in a strange, intimidating, and also incredibly hot way. Patton almost forced the attraction out of his mind, before realizing that that kind of repression would definitely be noticed in this part of the Mindscape.

“I would have to say you have quite the talent, in that case,” the dishonest trait set down his cup and craned his body over the small table between them, heterochromatic gaze alight with… something. Patton cleared his throat.

“W-Why’s that?”

“You look positively hideous in that, my Dear,” he purred in obvious lies, gloved hands now sitting in the middle of the table and creeping forward by the inch.

“Aw, thanks,” Patton croaked, fighting the urge to lean forward in turn.

Something strangely disappointed flashed in Deceit’s eyes, but he quickly recovered. He reached out to run a hand along Patton’s sleeve, the touch lingering against his arm.

“My my, that’s just like a cloud. How did you manage that, Darling?”

Morality shivered as Deceit continued to toy with the fabric of his sweater.

“I-It’s probably because it’s made with love! Since that’s what I am, kinda,” he stammered, desperately trying to keep up the cheery tone.

“I’m inclined to agree. There’s beauty in all you touch, Sunshine.”

Oh, the pet names. Patton really couldn’t take it; he jerked away and pressed his back against the chair, before he had the chance to do something stupid. Honestly, it was sad how hard this was for him- Deceit was just trying to be a good friend! It wasn’t his fault that he showed it with flirts!

“You’re too sweet,” with distance reestablished, Morality found it much easier to formulate words, “I really appreciate you, Dee.”

Deceit blinked, still hovering over the table. He cleared his throat and snapped back into his seat, suddenly looking the part of the cold and distant Dark Side that Patton had feared just months prior. Guarded, callous, stoic. It was almost frightening, how quickly he changed.

“Yes, I know you do. Let’s change topics, shall we?”

Patton, feeling quite a bit of whiplash, nodded hesitantly. Their conversation continued to flow normally, for the most part, but he couldn’t help feeling that he’d messed up somewhere. There was something heavy over them, but Patton hadn’t the slightest idea what it was.

For a brief, dizzying moment, he wondered if they were moving backwards. If he’d somehow crossed a line when he was trying so hard not to, and now they were two steps back again. Just the thought of it made him too sick to finish his tea.

Patton didn’t have to be worried for long about that particular mishap, thankfully, as a very momentous occasion had swallowed up the fear. Remus and Deceit were going to be joining in their first ever movie night as part of the family!

There’d been plenty of TV marathons with just them and Pat already, but now they’d all come together! As part of the group!! Contributing to the voting and the arguing and the joking and the experience of it all!!! Needless to say, Patton was practically bouncing off the walls in his excitement.

He plopped down onto the couch with a bowl of popcorn, passing a much larger container of snacks to the amorphous blob of limbs and sass that had once been his three best friends, cuddled together far across from him. Now, all they needed were the Dark- sorry, former Dark Sides.

He wasn’t waiting for long before Deceit and Remus appeared in the living room (Remus, thank the lord, wearing actual pajamas). Patton couldn’t contain the happy little chirp that escaped him, scrunching himself to one side of the sectional so that they’d have plenty of room to make themselves at home.

Rather than huddling together in the crook of the curved sofa, however, Deceit immediately gestured for Patton to scooch over, and Remus sat on his other side. Morality was happy (if a bit surprised) to comply with this new seating arrangement, flashing them bright smiles. In light of recent events, being so close with both of them was a little dizzying, but it wasn’t too hard to bear. For now.

The conversation on which movie to watch that night was more agreeable than usual, which was nice; they got right to the marathon with little hassle. Patton sighed as the opening credits to Tangled played. At that moment, his life couldn’t get any more wonderful. Surrounded by the people he cared about, finally all together, it was perfect.

And then, a mere ten minutes in, Remus leaned his chin on Patton’s shoulder and pressed into his side.

“Mother Gothel is such a Milf.”

Patton would usually have been put off by the sexual comment, but at that moment Deceit had also seemed to decide that he’d make a good headrest. Which was fine, this was fine. Some mild friendly cuddling- nothing he couldn't handle!

Another twenty minutes later and Remus twisted an arm around his waist. Deceit held Patton’s hand between a couple of his own. By this point, they were beginning to look a lot like the cuddle pile wrapped up together on the other side of the couch. He was still alive, though!

Neither of the sides beside him moved an inch until the film ended, only begrudgingly letting go when Morality had to get up for a snack refill. Even then, they latched back onto him as soon as he returned. Thus began the second movie, and the beginning of Patton's slow and snuggly death.

Every few minutes, it would be something else: Deceit ran a hand or two through his hair, Remus hooked his leg around Patton’s, Deceit nuzzled against his neck, Remus laughed into his shoulder, et cetera et cetera et cetera.

Three movies in and he was barely keeping up with the conversation. His head was spinning and he was sure he’d never been so warm, but more than that he felt protected. Even adored. He wasn't often on the receiving end of affection, and the longing brought with it ached, but he never wanted it to end.

Then Virgil yawned (oh yeah, the other three were still there), exiting from the ending credits of All Dogs Go To Heaven and clicking back to the main screen.

“Bed time,” he grumbled, a tone so intimate and low and clearly meant for his boyfriends that Patton almost felt bad for overhearing it.

“It is getting quite late,” Logan agreed, standing to stretch. Roman followed suit and dragged a sleepy Anxiety up with him.

Virgil tossed the remote in Patton's general direction and let Roman haul him up in his arms (Deceit caught it with an unoccupied arm, given that the moral side’s brain was currently jelly). The three bid their goodnights and were gone with a few shimmers of color and a whoosh.

“I guess we should head up, too,” Patton murmured, working very hard to disguise his reluctance. To his surprise, the traits sandwiching him only sank further into his sides.

“Oh, you’re absolutely right, it’s so very late,” Deceit rumbled, his face partially hidden in the crook of Patton’s neck.

“Yeah, I’m exhausted. I can’t move,” Remus added, his voice ticking up in a noticeably mischievous way.

“I can’t either. We should stay, just like this.”

Patton's heart warmed, looking between their adorably sleepy faces. He couldn’t lie, the offer was tempting, but in such a situation his brain came back to him. Despite the continued proximity of his crushes, this was something he could handle!

“Aww, don’t you worry about it, I’ve got ya,” and, making very sure that his grip was secure, Patton stood up with Deceit and Remus cradled in either arm. He hardly staggered under the weight of the sides, familiar with such heavy lifting.

Remus and Deceit went from sleepiness to pure shock in a matter of milliseconds. Deceit instinctively clung to Patton with all of his limbs, meanwhile Remus gave a startled laugh. Their faces were a matching pink; oh, he could have made them uncomfortable!

“Is this okay? I promise I won't drop you.”

Remus nodded frantically; Deceit squawked in an affirming sort of way.

Relief washed over Patton and, satisfied with the response, he sank out in a circle of cyan. For a moment, he feared that the nausea that The Subconscious usually brought him would unsteady him, but he was left pleasantly surprised when he felt none. In fact, it felt just like rising up anywhere else. Just as easy as breathing. Hm.

He didn’t dwell on it too long, ascending The Subconscious’ staircase and bringing his cargo to the first bedroom he saw (Deceit’s). He nudged the door open with his shoe, carrying them right to the bed and dropping them down gently. Remus fell onto his back with a happy hum; Deceit stayed upright and stared at Patton with wide eyes. He huffed a laugh and nudged The Snake's shoulders, and Deceit let himself fall beside his boyfriend, dazed.

This was routine for Patton: grabbing the covers and blanketing his friends, as he’d done for probably every other side at one point or another (even Logan, though he would deny it furiously). Once Remus and Deceit were sufficiently tucked in, he stood up and dimmed the lights to near darkness.

“Alright, you two have a good night's sleep.”

There was a noise of approval from the pair. Patton gave them one last smile before disappearing back to his own room. To scream into his pillow and think about how gay he was.

Which meant that he didn't get the opportunity to hear the interaction that followed between Dee and Ree.

“Well, that didn’t backfire at all.”

“I want him to snap my spine in half like a glow stick. He could break every bone in my body and I would thank him,” Remus replied dreamily. Deceit hummed in agreement.

“Perhaps we should try a more… direct approach, as this doesn’t seem to be working in our favor.”

“I dunno about you, but I’m feeling pretty fuckin’ favored right now.”

“I was suggesting that we be more-” he very nearly gagged, “Straightforward.”

“More like gay-forward, actually,” Remus corrected, “But I’m with you! You know I love being direct.”

“Now when I say direct, I don’t mean blunt.”

“I don’t understand the difference.”

“I know you don’t. Let me do the talking.”

“Fine by me! Whatever works to get him to pick me up and throw me!”

Deceit rolled his eyes, settling his arms around Remus.

“Yes, yes- but I’m actually wide awake right now, and I’d love it if you keep being loud all night, Dearest.”

“Oh, right,” Remus lowered his voice, curling himself around the lying side in turn. Together, their breathing slowed. As they drifted to sleep, the feeling of Patton's arms around them still ghosted their skin.

Patton was cleaning furiously. He’d already reorganized the entirety of his room- twice, for that matter- and now he’d moved to the Common area. It hadn’t been so much as a week since his last tidying session, and the Mindpalace was pretty much spotless, but that was irrelevant. It was as good a distraction as any.

Maybe he was avoiding the trifecta of trifling traits- aka his best friends- because he knew that they’d ask about why he was being so weird lately. Maybe he was avoiding Deceit and Remus, the reason that he’d been weird lately. Maybe he was just avoiding his thoughts about them, because seeing them all cozied up and sleepy and adorable a couple nights ago really hadn’t helped settle his growing infatuation with them. Most likely, he was avoiding all three.

But he had failed to take into account that The Common Area was not the best place for avoiding stuff. Given that it was. A Public Space.

“Patton,” began the voice of Deceit behind him, in a tone deadly serious.

He spun around to see a very embarrassed Dee and an immensely giddy Remus. Well, Shhhhh-ucks. Shucks.

“Hey!” Patton tossed the sponge in his hand back into the sink and pretended that he wasn’t freaking out at that exact moment.

Deceit hardly registered the greeting, continuing:

“We need to talk to you.”

“What about?”

The Snake opened his mouth, and promptly closed it. His eyes had widened concerningly, and he cast his gaze downwards.

“We-” he cut off again. Patton’s worry was mounting.

“DeeDee?” Remus prompted, elbowing his partner’s side, “I thought you were doing the talking?”

“I-I can do this, I’m not tapping out,” his voice was frenzied, hiding himself behind The Duke in a rare display of fear.

“Guys? Is something wrong?” Patton approached them, all of his nervousness about his feelings forgotten in the face of this distress, “Whatever it is, you can talk to me.”

Remus gave him a warm smile, not hesitating for a breath.

“We came to tell you you’re hot and we wanna date you! But, you know how bad Dee is with words! Anyway, whaddya say?”

Deceit, for his part, nodded in deep resignation. And Patton’s head reeled.

He could hear, audibly hear his heart thumping against his ribs. It was probably as simple as a confession could get, but regardless he found himself frantically replaying the words over and over and over again. He’d never imagined- not even for a second- even the thought of it-

Mentally, he took a step back. Roman, Logan, and Virgil were an item. Remus and Deceit were an item. And Patton was a third party, paternal and caring and watching out for all of them and their misadventures, though he knew he’d never be entirely part of it. But maybe, now he could be. After everything, they wanted not to just be with him, but to be with him.

It didn’t process.

“I- You- What- Me?”

Because there is good in this world, Remus (correctly) interpreted his flustered stammering as surprise and not distaste. The smile that he almost always wore widened and he took a step forward, dragging the mildly less panicked Deceit along with him.

“You,” he confirmed, shimmying excitedly in place, “Definitely you. And us.”

“I second that not-at-all vague sentiment. We’ve grown unfortunately fond of you,” Deceit uncoiled himself from Remus enough to be seen clearly.

Patton saw it. He saw, in full light and understanding, the subtext in their previous interactions. And now that he did, he had no idea how he’d missed it. A testament to the power of his insecurity, probably. But that didn’t matter, because they liked him back.

Patton failed to words. But, they were very near, and he was very happy, and in the light of new context, he figured that they wouldn’t mind the response he opted for instead.

He hopped forward with a delighted squeal, scooping the traits up in his arms. Remus started cackling and immediately returned the hug with just as much fervor. Deceit wasn’t far behind for once, allowing his face to split with a smile equal parts shock, relief, and glee.

“Oh, I love you two so much!” Patton laughed out, burying his face in Remus’ hair.

“I love you back!” Remus said in kind.

Deceit attempted a dramatic groan, but he failed to tamp down his grin.

“It could be said that I feel something love-adjacent for the both of you. Perhaps.”

Patton’s mind was swimming in joy, so much so that it barely registered when Remus tilted his head back only to lean forward, and oh wow, were they kissing. Patton’s vision was all bright blurs of color, and he melted. The creative trait pushed up against him, rough in much the same way as an overly excited large dog. Patton hardly had time to reciprocate the kiss before Remus broke off completely from the hug, unflustered and unaffected by what he’d done, save for a light blush.

“Now you guys!”

Oh, he was still hugging Deceit.

“Only if it’s okay?” he’d barely gotten the apprehensive words out of his mouth when it was suddenly occupied, and the world went back to hazey vibrance. Deceit was almost skittish, a barely-there press against his lips like he expected Patton to shove him away. He didn’t, by the way. Rather, he slid a hand up to rest between the side’s shoulder blades, bringing him nearer.

After a moment, they pulled back slowly, not letting go of each other.

“That was hot, ngl,” Remus chimed from his perch on the counter.

Patton was overcome with a fit of giggling, energy building in him. He ended his and Deceit’s very drawn-out embrace to satisfy the necessity of full body wiggle. He was in Silly Mode, there was no avoiding this until it had been exorcised via The Joyful Movement™. Patton flapped his hands at his sides and shook his hair out, laughing all the while. Today could not possibly get better!

But he remembered his audience of two. He looked up, hair fluffed up and face flushed with fading excitement and a tinge of self-consciousness.

“Sorry, I got over-excited...”

“That,” Deceit announced solemnly, “Was astoundingly adorable.”

“I’ve died a gruesome death,” Remus rolled off the counter and onto the ground with a crash (and some bone crunches thrown in, probably for fun), “My heart overloaded, it has burst. There’s blood everywhere, it’s in my eyes, I’m now also blind.”

Patton’s relief escaped in another bout of laughter, and something lifted in him. A weight that had been there for so long that he hadn’t even remembered it was there, nor how it felt to be without it. But now that it had left, he didn’t know how he had been living with it for so long. There was airiness in his chest, a clarity in his mind, a general sense of contentment rushing over him. This wasn’t a face he put on for others benefit, it wasn’t a fleeting enjoyment of one thing or another- what it was was a deep, thrumming joy that overcame him.

He was happy.

Naturally, Patton could not finish cleaning due to. Circumstances. Those circumstances being, he was finally letting himself indulge in some quality time with his new boyfriends (an identifier he very much liked the sound of).

The trio were half-laying on the Common room’s couch, a tangle of various limbs. Remus leaned against a pile of pillows, and Patton rested his head on his chest. Draped across the both of them was Deceit, fastening all of his arms around them in a manner simultaneously protective and needy. Oh, and also very, very cute.

“This was totally what I was planning from the beginning,” his voice reverberated through Patton’s chest, “God, I am so great at plotting.”

Remus clicked his tongue agreeably, pressing a kiss to the top of Morality’s head.

“Yeah, I was pretty sure we were gonna end up killing you, Pumpkin. This wasn’t even in the ballpark of outcomes.”

Patton hummed in thought, cuddling himself closer to his partners.

“I dunno. I’d say your plan turned out pretty well.”

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matrixaffiliate · 4 years ago

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Chapter 12

"Have you been reading my detailed comments?" Ted asked as his thumb drew patterns on the back of Vic's hand. He'd read straight through her novel two weeks ago, then went back and had been spending the last week adding comments to her document.

Vic rolled her eyes as they walked up the drive to the Potter's home and tried to calm the nervous feeling that was trying to overpower her. Nervous because knowing she and Ted had been invited as a couple seemed to put a feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach.

"Ted, you're leaving comments on every paragraph. How do you expect me to read that many comments? It's a hundred-thousand-word document! Especially with starting my new editing job on Monday?"

"You're an author, doesn't that mean you love to read every critique of the work you create?" He teased.

Vic shoved his shoulder with hers but smiled.

"You're ridiculous, you know?"

"Yes, but you're the one holding my hand, so where does that leave you?"

"Nervous about being here tonight as your girlfriend rather than only their niece," she admitted quietly.

"Hey," Ted stopped them and pulled her into him, "Harry and Ginny love you and there is no way they aren't happy for us, so please try to trust that they aren't out to get you."

Vic nodded but she couldn't shake the feeling that everyone was out to make Ted see what a bad choice he made in giving her a chance.

Ted rapped his knuckles against the old door and they were both swept into a warm hug once Ginny opened.

"Vicky! Teddy! Come in, come in!"

"Thanks, Ginny," Ted grinned as he kicked off his shoes. "You should know that Mum and Dad are going to be supremely jealous when I tell them I brought Vic here before I brought her home to meet them."

Ginny shook her head at his teasing. "Teddy, dear, Victoire is my niece. I knew her for two decades before you did."

"But you also knew me for the same time before Vic knew me, so I'd say it cancels that out." Ted grinned.

Ginny looked heavenward and laughed. "Why do the Marauders have to leave their mark on every male in this family?" She turned to Vic. "Would you believe that even my sweet Al was trying to be a smart mouth the other day?"

Vic laughed, feeling the nervous pit in her stomach start to ease just a bit.

"Al? Really?"

"Al's better at it than the rest of us." Ted walked with them into the kitchen. "He's more like my dad, and Dad always manages to get the best of the other three brothers."

"Heaven help me, then," Ginny chuckled.

"Why ask for heaven's help when I'm right here?" Harry winked at her as she moved to help him with dinner.

"You're a legacy of the problem, love." Ginny leant over and kissed his cheek.

"Ginny is bemoaning the way the Marauders are rubbing off on Al." Teddy sat down at the table and pulled Vic down with him.

"Bemoaning?" Ginny's eyebrows shot up and she turned to glare at Ted.

Vic covered her smile with her hand.

"I'm a simple man, Ginny," Ted grinned, "I use simple words."

Harry turned and Vic could see he was putting a great deal of effort into not laughing.

"You're in an odd humor today, Ted."

Ted shrugged, "I'm happy."

Then he grinned over at Vic and squeezed her thigh. Vic felt the shy smile break across her face and knew there was no way she could stop it.

"Hands above the table!" Jamie shouted behind them, causing Vic to almost fall off her chair.

Vic turned to glare at her cousin feeling her face heat up, unconsciously directing some of her anxiety into the anger that bubbled at his surprising her.

"Are you going to make a habit of tormenting us every chance you get?" She shot at him. Why couldn't Jamie just leave her alone?

"Whoa," Jamie held up his hands, "I'm just playing Vicky, you know it's all in good fun."

Vic huffed, "You've never done this to me before."

"Yeah, well, Sean was a bit of a prick."

Vic felt like Jamie had just kicked her in the chest. She knew she and Sean hadn't been right for each other, but she hadn't thought he was an awful person.

"James!" Ginny gave her son a pointed stare.

"What?" Jamie defended as he pulled a soda can out of the fridge. "We all knew he was; it just took Vicky a while to see it. But she saw the light in the end and now she's with Ted and we can all breathe easy again."

Vic dropped her eyes down and realized she was wringing her hands. Did everyone feel that she had been dating a prick? Was the whole family talking about her poor choices behind her back, not saying anything because they all believed she wouldn't listen to reason? If everyone knew Sean was awful, why had no one made a point of showing her?

"Why don't you see if Al or Lily needs anything, Jamie?" Harry stepped between his eldest son and his wife, who was staring at the teen with menacing eyes.

Jamie glanced between his mum and Vic and then looked at his dad. "Yeah, good idea."

"Are you going to talk to him?" Ginny turned her dangerous glare to Harry.

"I'll talk him through it, love," Harry soothed, giving her a quick kiss. Ginny pursed her lips before seeming to decide to let it lie for now.

"I'm sorry," Vic kept her focus down at the table. "I shouldn't have goaded him."

"You're fine, Vic," Ted moved his arm to wrap it around her shoulders. "We're all a bit difficult when we're teenagers."

Vic bit her lip and leant into him, trying to take as much comfort as she possibly could in the warmth of his embrace.

"Are you excited about your new job?" Ginny asked in an attempt to change the subject.

Vic smiled, "I am, but I'm a little nervous too. I didn't really think that I'd get this one when you sent it to me. Most people I know write for a long time before they become assistant editors."

"But you have been writing dear," Ginny handed Harry the oven mitts and he pulled out the shepherd's pie that Grandma Molly made him teach her how to make. "You were the sole creator of Ron's initial website for his new company, all that text was put there by you. You handled the blog, you handled the page information, that site was all you."

"Plus your book," Ted added. "That's a lot of writing experience."

Vic started to object again but Ginny held up her hand.

"You'll do just fine, dear. I've known Emmeline for almost as long as I've known Harry, she wouldn't have hired you if she didn't think you were right for the job."

Vic nodded, but she still felt nervous. Why did it feel like everything made her nervous these days? Harry moved the large pie to the table and Vic tried to use it as a way to change the subject. She was done having the conversation revolve around her questionable life choices

"This is one of my favorite meals." She gestured to the shepherd's pie.

Ted hummed his agreement. "Aunt Lily's shepherd's pie is pretty amazing."

"I thought it was Uncle Harry's recipe?" Vic turned to him, grateful that Ted pushed the conversation away from the topics that made her stomach clench.

"Who do you think taught me how to make it?" Harry chuckled.

"I guess I forget sometimes that you and my aunts have families outside of us." Vic felt a bit sheepish. "I'm sure Aunt Hermione and the rest of them have recipes that are their parents' too, huh?"

Ginny laughed loud and Harry smiled at Vic's confused face. "Have you ever noticed that your Aunt Hermione doesn't tend to cook much? Yes, her parents have recipes they've passed down, but they've passed them down to Ron. Hermione hates cooking."

Vic chuckled and was grateful when Ginny suggested she and Ted collect her cousins for dinner. And thankfully the Potter brood managed to keep the conversation spinning well enough that Vic was able to just sit back and enjoy. But her initial feeling of dread seemed well justified when Uncle Harry asked her to help him with getting the pudding out later that evening.

"Vicky," Harry handed her a stack of plates, "How are things?"

"Fine," Vic took the plates and set them out on the table, trying for all the world to look unconcerned as she pointedly ignored the clenching feeling in her stomach and the way her heart beat harder in her chest.

"Vic, we love you, you know that, right?"

She nodded, still refusing to look her uncle in the eye.

"Then what's going on? You've been really reserved and jumpy tonight."

Vic bit her lip and tried for boldness, but when she met Uncle Harry's gaze, she realized how foolish an idea that had been. She was not strong enough to shrug this off while looking him in the eye.

"Are you unhappy with Teddy?" Harry pressed.

"No!" Vic felt the air rush out of her.

"Well, then what's going on?"

Vic bit her lip before falling into one of the chairs and wrapping her arms around her waist.

"You know what happened before we got together. Aren't you worried about Ted being with me?"

Harry stared at her blankly. "I'm sorry, that one completely missed me."

"Harry, I was encouraging Ted's flirting while I was dating and engaged to Sean. Wouldn't you be worried if Jamie started dating someone you knew wasn't faithful to their previous relationship?" Vic didn't dare look up at her uncle. She almost expected him to go talk to Ted then and now and convince him to wash his hands of her.

"What does Teddy say about what you're getting at here?" Harry came to sit across from her.

Vic shook her head. "He keeps telling me that I'm crazy."

"Then I'm going to side with Teddy."

Vic squeezed her arms tighter around herself. "You mean how everyone sided with me while I was in a relationship that I shouldn't have been in?"

Harry sighed. "Vicky, we love you, and if you had decided you did love Sean, then we would have done what we could to support you in that relationship."

"Even though everyone thought he was a prick? Even though it would have been bad for me to stay with him?" Vic finally looked up at Harry.

"Vicky, one of the things that come with being an adult is that the grown-ups that raised you have to back off and let you make your own decisions, and let you deal with whatever those consequences happen to be. We all still want to help you, and we may make suggestions along the way, but we can't dictate your lives. How else will you learn other than having to make your decisions and live with the consequences of them?"

"So, even if being with me is bad for Ted, you'll not try to stop him?"

Harry chuckled, "I've not seen Ted happier than I see him now with you, but yes, even if he was unhappy, I wouldn't try to sabotage your relationship with him. If he came to me for help, I would definitely try to help him find happiness, but I would never tell him to break off a relationship. Those sorts of decisions are personal ones, and they have to come from the individual."

Vic took a deep breath and forced herself to ask one last question. "What about the rest of your family, would they do the same thing?"

"Who do you think taught me that when a kid becomes an adult the grown-ups have to let them learn from their own choices?"

"So, no one is going to try and talk Ted out of being with me?"

"No, Vicky, I think the only person you need to be concerned about in that area is yourself."

Vic blinked, "What?"

"If you can't believe that you're worthy of being loved, then sooner or later, you'll be the one to walk away."

Vic sat in stunned silence as her uncle's words washed over her, but before she could respond, Lily came bounding in asking if it was time for dessert yet.

Uncle Harry's comment felt an awful lot like the list that her mum had written several months ago. She really wished that everyone would stop trying to vaguely point her in the right direction and just tell her what she needed to do. But Harry's comment about loving herself made her feel suddenly exposed in the worst way. She wanted to put on a sweatshirt and curl under a blanket. Why did the concept of loving herself make her want to find a rock to hide under? Vic realized it was probably close to the same reason that her mum's list made her want to tear the page out of her notebook and burn it.

"You ok?" Ted pulled her into him as they walked from the Potter's to his car. "You've been pretty quiet tonight."

Vic rested her head against his shoulder and sighed, "I'm starting to realize that I might have farther to go than I think I want to."

"You missed me," Ted leant back against his car and pulled her close to his chest. Vic let her arms snake around his neck and tried to enjoy the feeling of being wrapped up in Ted's embrace.

"My mum, and Uncle Harry, both seem to think that I've got some personal growth I could be doing, and I'm feeling like what they're suggesting is more than I might be able to handle."

"How can I help?" Ted dropped his face and nuzzled her cheek with his nose.

"I don't even know where to start, Ted, let alone how you could help."

Ted pulled his chin down her cheek, his five o'clock shadow pulling a giggle out of her.

"Well, maybe we sit down together, look at where you are, and see if between the two of us we can find a way forward, along with how I can help."

Vic bit her lip and pulled back to look at him. "This is scary."

"My mum says that most things that are worthwhile are scary." Ted soothed as he rubbed his hands up and down her back. "But you don't have to do it alone. Scary things aren't so bad when we do them with other people."

"Are you some self-exploratory expert then?"

Ted laughed and brought his lips to hers. Vic pulled closer, pressing up on her toes to deepen the kiss.

"There's the real Vic, I knew she couldn't have gone far." Ted murmured against her.

"What does that even mean?" She chuckled.

"You go get things, Vic. I'm not a self-help expert, but I know that you go get what you want, and that's the only thing you really need." Then he nipped at her ear. "And I'm never going to turn down excuses to spend more time with you."

He kissed down her neck and Vic hummed as her fingers moved through his turquoise hair.

"We should probably stop snogging out here," she sighed as he slowly moved his lips closer to hers. "I'm waiting for Jamie to come out and yell at us to stop."

Ted smirked as he pulled back, "You're probably right, but this is why I have a flat of my own."

"Why don't we take advantage of that before you take me home?" Vic finally started to feel more herself as Ted's appreciative hum vibrated in his chest against hers.

"See every now and again you have these amazing ideas and I end up wondering how I ever managed to make it this far without you."

"You're ridiculous," she pressed forward again, running her tongue against his lips.

"And you're kissing me," Ted murmured, pulling her flush against him and moving a hand to her hair.

"Will you two get a room!?" Jamie yelled from his bedroom window, looking down at the two of them in the front-drive.

"We were just on our way out, Jamie," Ted called back up to him as he reached behind him to open the car door.

When she finally made it home, Victoire opened up the notebook that had her mum's notes in it and read them again.

You and your desires are important.

You are a good person.

You are brave.

You must decide your life's story.

A few lines underneath them she added Uncle Harry's advice.

If you can't believe that you're worthy of being loved, then sooner or later, you'll be the one to walk away.

She didn't feel any closer to finding herself, but seeing it all laid out in front of her, she realized that Uncle Harry's words had given her a bit of direction. Maybe if she could just believe these things, then maybe it would help her see the way forward. And knowing that Ted was going to try and help her made her feel a little less like she was floundering.

Vic was pulled from her internal struggle by the chime of her text message notification.

Ted: Have you read my comments yet?

She laughed and pulled her laptop to her.

Vic: I was just about to start.

Ted's typing bubble made her giddy.

Ted: Good. I think you're going to like what I've put so far.

Vic typed in her password and waited for her computer to log in.

Vic: I'm sure that I'll wonder if we're reading the same document.

She bit her lip and smiled. Teasing Ted was almost as much fun as kissing him.

Ted: Stop that. Go read my comments and you'll see this story of yours is going to be big.

Vic rolled her eyes and opened her browser.

Vic: You have to say that, you're my boyfriend.

Ted's response was almost instant.

Ted: No, I have to say it because it's true. Now stop texting me and start reading. ;)

Vic opened the document and sighed. She hadn't read through her story in almost a year now. It felt like going back to an old childhood favorite food and it made her nervous. She'd liked some pretty awful things when she was a kid, some good things too, but a lot of things that now she found repugnant. Was she about to find out that she had spent three years on something that she now hated? Vic tried to breathe through the anxiety and took a deep breath.

"Let's get this over with." And she started reading.

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k-pop-imagines · 5 years ago

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AURORA || Chapter 4

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Pairing: Park Seonghwa x Trainee!OC

Word Count: 3.8k words

Warnings: none

A/N: I know y’all are probably getting impatient but we’re finally getting some good Seonghwa content! Hope you’ll enjoy! - Admin Soomi

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-> worry/concern and relief

“I understand that you’re nervous, sweetie. But please, you’ve got to eat at least a few bites.” Yeseul let the spoon circle around in her bowl of cereal, occasionally picking up a few pieces of her chocolate-flavored breakfast food and staring at them as if they were her biggest enemy, before lowering them back into the milk. Some people eat more when they’re stressed, some eat nothing at all. She belonged to the latter group. Three weeks had passed since she joined KQ Entertainment. Today was Saturday and the day of her first monthly evaluation. Yeseul felt like she would throw up as soon as any food entered her stomach.

She had heard her mother’s attempt at getting her to eat but decided to ignore it. “You’ve been practicing until late at night every single day. You’ve worked so hard, I’m sure you’ll be fine.” This time, she gave her mother an affirmative, but not very confident “mhm-mhm”. “I have to go now, I’ll see you tonight. You definitely need to get something in your stomach, you’ll only let your teammates down if you faint in the middle of the performance because your blood sugar is too low.” With those words and a gentle squeeze of her daughter’s shoulder, the older woman exited the apartment and left a silent trainee behind.

Even if she didn’t want to admit it, her mother was right. If she didn’t eat now, she wouldn’t have enough energy later and might become even more of a nuisance to her team. Yeseul slowly started eating a few bites of the now soggy cereal and after managing to finish half the bowl, she got ready and left for work.

The clock read 6:30 am when she entered the convenience store. “Noona! I haven’t seen you in quite a while!” Jinwoo immediately greeted her and she gave him a friendly wave. As she had started working the morning shifts right after joining the company and Jinwoo usually took shifts in the afternoon, they had only worked together once or twice. He had been extremely excited to find out that Yeseul had become a trainee and would not stop pestering her with questions throughout their shifts. She didn’t mind sharing her stories but always made sure that no customers were present when the topic shifted to her trainee life.

Her shift felt like it went on for ages, even though her colleague had kept her busy with all his inquiries, but at the same time she didn’t want it to end. She wasn’t ready. But around noon, she had to leave and face the inevitable.

So many things had happened in these past three weeks. Her first classes had been interesting, to say the least. She always did well in singing class and felt herself easily catching up due to her already having taken vocal classes back in high school. Dancing classes were a different story. It was rough. Just as she had expected, everyone was way ahead of her and she had a hard time keeping up. Luckily, Jaehee had taken the time to give her some pointers and help with any questions about the choreographies. Her teachers were constantly scolding her but they had recognized her ambition during the first evaluations. But now, a big one was coming up. The monthly evaluation, where they had to sing while dancing.

Another trainee joined the agency a few days after Yeseul, making them eight female trainees in total, so they were split into two groups of four girls. She had gotten pretty close to all of the other trainees in the short time she’d been part of the company, they all got along. But there was one girl who was a mystery to her. Annie. The trainee who had given her the stink eye when Yeseul was asked to sing on her first day.

Annie was Korean but had grown up in America. She was a year younger than Yeseul, was tall and tanned, in general a very beautiful girl but had an awful personality, as far as the others could tell. Yeseul didn’t like to judge people quickly but she soon learned that Annie wasn’t here to make friends. She was here to outshine everyone else and make sure she debuts, no matter what it takes.

And with her luck, Yeseul had ended up in a group with her. Thankfully, she also had Jaehee with her and the youngest trainee, a 15-year-old named Miyoung. Each of the groups had to learn a song together without much help of the trainers. As they still had to normally attend their classes, they weren’t left with a lot of time to practice, so they split the work. Jaehee and Annie learned and taught the choreography and came up with a formation while Miyoung and Yeseul distributed the lines and helped everyone perfect their singing parts.

They spent a lot of time discussing their song choices but eventually settled on Peek-A-Boo by Red Velvet, which luckily got approved by the teachers. The dance wasn’t as difficult as some of the others she had learned so far but singing, and especially hitting the high notes while dancing, was even more difficult than she had expected. The others had shown her some breathing techniques but she still found herself having trouble keeping her voice stable by the end of the song.

Yeseul entered the agency and greeted the few staff members that she walked past on her way to the practice room. There, she was set to meet the other members of her group to run through the choreography again and work on some details. They had practiced until late at night every day, one time Yeseul came home at 3 am in the morning only to wake up for her shift at the convenience store two hours later. But all the hard work paid off. They were in sync and the others thought their performance looked quite impressive. Still, Yeseul felt like she stuck out like a sore thumb since her lack of dancing experience was very obvious. Jaehee had helped her tremendously, which she was extremely grateful for, but would it be enough?

Speaking of Jaehee, her and Miyoung were already busy practicing their steps when Yeseul entered the practice room. Annie was in a corner warming up her voice. When Jaehee laid her eyes on Yeseul, she immediately ran over and greeted the older girl with a warm hug. They had grown close recently. They had exchanged phone numbers on Yeseul’s first evening, after they exited the restaurant, and frequently texted when they were not practicing together. Almost every single day, if the other wasn’t occupied otherwise, they got together for lunch and sometimes dinner. Yeseul even went as far as to say that they had become best friends in only three weeks, judging by how well they got along despite spending so much time together. Jaehee’s bubbly personality always managed to cheer her up even on days when practice had been particularly stressful and exhausting. Though she wasn’t sure, if her friend’s happy character would help her today. Her nervousness was way too overwhelming, maybe not even Jaehee could lift her mood.

But at least, Yeseul wasn’t the only struggling with her nerves. While Annie and Jaehee seemed relatively relaxed, Miyoung was white as a sheet. She had been at KQ for a few months already but her last feedback hadn’t been very good so she was worried that this might be her last chance to prove that she had the talent and ambition to become an idol.

After 3 hours of practicing and fixing every little mistake they came across, the group had to go see their stylists.

“Ah, I can’t wait to see what they have come up with this time! You’ll be surprised, the stylists only have a very small budget and often re-use old outfits because it’s just an evaluation but they always come up with great things!” Jaehee excitedly clapped her hands together as they waited in the small dressing up. “I’m just praying that they won’t put us in heels. We really should have practiced that.” Considering that the original choreography was usually performed in heels, Miyoung’s interjection was more than valid.

When Yeseul saw herself in the elegant outfit (that was paired with flat boots, luckily) and dark makeup, she was speechless. Sure, she liked to dress up once in a while but it had never been done professionally. The difference was gigantic.

Out of the corner of her eye, Yeseul saw Jaehee staring at her with a scowl on her face. “What’s wrong?” “You look good. Probably even better than me. I’m not sure if I’m ready to accept that.” Yeseul half-heartedly punched her friend’s upper arm. “Was that a compliment?” “I don’t know, maybe?” “Don’t do that.” “Compliment you?” “Yes, I don’t know how to react to that.” “Well, normal people would say ‘thank you’.” “Thank you.” “Good, now you better get used to that because I won’t stop complimenting you until we’ve built up your confidence.”

“That’s sweet but don’t forget that too much confidence can be toxic. Don’t get arrogant. We need to go, evaluation starts in ten minutes,” Annie interrupted their talk, voice dripping with venom. Yeseul only let out a big sigh.

As they all walked towards the practice room where the CEO and various teachers would probably be waiting already, they ran into a few familiar faces. Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and Yunho were headed towards them but had yet to notice the group as they were too engrossed in their own conversation. By now, Yeseul had been introduced to all the members of KQ Fellaz, the eight-member group that was set to debut sometime in the second half of the year but hadn’t talked to them that much.

Wooyoung was the first one to take note of the girls. “Oh, it’s evaluation time again, right? I completely forgot since we don’t have to do those anymore.” “Wow, that’s a whole new concept, what song are you performing?” Yunho asked as he stared in awe at their bold outfits. “Peek-A-Boo~” Jaehee playfully sang the iconic line while mimicking the dance move. “Very good song choice. It’s your first evaluation so you must be super worried, right?” Hongjoong directed his question at Yeseul. “Honestly? I’ll call myself lucky if I can make it through without throwing up from nervousness,” she answered, letting out a shaky laugh. “Don’t you dare throw up on me or anywhere near me,” Annie said with a disgusted grimace on her face, clearly not getting that Yeseul’s words hadn’t been completely serious. Sure, she still felt like throwing up but she had enough control over her stomach not to. She hadn’t eaten much since her modest breakfast, so there wasn’t much to throw up anyway. “Don’t worry, I’ll be aiming at Jaehee.” Jaehee and Yeseul sent each other playful glares but Annie just rolled her eyes and went past the boys, towards the practice room. “That’s nasty. Let’s just go, everyone’s probably waiting already.” The rest of the team decided to quickly follow her before she would be even more annoyed. The boys gave them some words of encouragement and even though she would never admit it, the encouraging smile that Seonghwa, who had been quiet the whole time, sent her, made her feel a tiny bit more at ease.

It didn’t last long, though. All of her fears punched her in the face as soon as she found herself standing in front of their judges, who were awaiting their performance. Three dance teachers were present, two vocal teachers, a producer she didn’t know, and the CEO himself. They had multiple cameras set up to record from multiple angles. “Are you ready?”, the CEO asked and Yeseul almost instinctively sad ‘No’ but there was no going back now. If she couldn’t do a simple performance in front of six people, how would she ever be able to stand on stage in front of hundreds, maybe thousands in the future?

When the first notes sounded throughout the room, Yeseul tried to forget everything around her and completely focused on the music. As quickly as the performance started, it was over. Vocally, she thought she had done well. As their team’s main vocal, she had gotten most of Wendy’s parts and even though she wasn’t yet very stable while dancing, she had managed to hit the high notes. Her dance was a different story. Yeseul was just glad that she didn’t mess up or forget any steps but she knew that she hadn’t done too well compared to the others. She found herself breathing heavily and almost shaking, as she anticipated the reaction of their audience. They were asked to leave the room for a few minutes as the teachers and CEO conferred. Once they were called back in, the CEO addressed every single trainee separately.

“Jaehee, I’m surprised with how you managed to pull off this performance. You usually do the best with hip-hop concepts but I liked how you implemented your own style while still fitting in here. This wasn’t your best rap, however, your flow was off somehow. It didn’t quite meet my expectations today. Also, while you’re a good dancer, you tend to overdance, I’ve told you before that you need to pay attention to that and adjust to your teammates so work on that.”

“Miyoung, I’m glad that you took our advice from last time to heart. You haven’t improved as much as I had hoped but I see your ambition. Your coordination is still off but you blended in better than last time. Your voice seemed really strained today so it wasn’t very pleasant to listen to. I know you can do better than that. For now, we’ll let you stay, but you will have to work harder. We need to see more improvement next month.”

“Annie, sometimes I get the feeling that you’re dancing against your fellow trainees and not with them. This is not a competition, don’t forget that. Your talent in singing and dancing is decent and you’re stable but you still need to find your own style, I believe. Besides that, I need you to work on your expressions. They are great but you are often overdoing it, especially when you’re in the back. You’re not supposed to draw attention to yourself when it’s another member’s part.”

Lastly, it was Yeseul’s turn.

“First of all, let’s talk about your vocals. You really need to work on your stability. I’m kind of surprised you managed to hit the high notes since you seemed really out of breath. Improve your stamina, sing while you’re working out. Your dancing has improved a little already, compared to your audition but you still have a long way to go, you’re nowhere near the level of your fellow trainees. You need more tension in your body, so build up more muscles and work on your angles. Lastly, I’d like to mention that I was positively surprised by your expressions. You didn’t showcase those in your audition, I felt like you became a different person. If you work on your confidence, I’m sure you’ll be able to show great stage presence in the future. We’re expecting a lot from you.”

With that, the evaluation was over. As soon as the CEO and the teachers had left the room, Yeseul let herself fall to the floor as all the nervousness was released from her body. She just wanted to cry out of joy, for getting this over with and receiving feedback that was a lot more positive than what she had expected. “No time to sit down!” Jaehee yelled and helped her stand up again. “We have to get out of these outfits and meet the others!”

Completely distracted by their preparations and practice, Yeseul had completely forgotten that all the trainees met up and hung out together after the monthly evaluations. Quite frankly, she felt tired and wanted nothing more than to curl up in her bed and sleep for twenty hours but at the same time she really wanted to deepen the bonds with the other trainees. What their CEO had said to Annie about teamwork had only proven to Yeseul how important friendships were actually. You can’t properly work as a team if you don’t get along. If you are close, your bond is reflected in the quality of your performances.

After deciding that she could just use the whole Sunday to catch up on sleep, Yeseul followed Jaehee back to the dressing room where the stylists helped them change back into their regular clothes. Annie had, not surprisingly, gone home already. So had Miyoung, which was understandable considering her young age. Her mother didn’t like her being out late so she never stayed at the agency too long unless she had to because of practice.

Yunho had texted Jaehee earlier, letting her know that they’d be meeting in Practice Room 3. When the two girls arrived, they saw that all of KQ Fellaz were already there, as well as two other female trainees. They all sat down in a large circle in the middle of the room and began talking about the evaluations. KQ Fellaz didn’t have to do them anymore but they were always eager to know how it had gone for the other trainees.

“Okay, okay, but before you tell us, we have a problem,” Wooyoung interrupted as Jaehee was just about to talk, “we need food. Who will go and get some?”

Silence filled the room. No one wanted to go out and carry all the food. So it came down to solving the issue with a good ol’ game of Rock-Paper-Scissors, which was quite a mess when 12 people were playing but after countless rounds, it worked out. Just not in Yeseul’s favor. Or Seonghwa`s.

“Yes, our eldest! You should be thankful, we’re just making sure you’re staying active, it’s difficult to stay healthy when you get old!” Jaehee teased and Yeseul threw her a death glare while putting on a light jacket. With the cheering voices of the lucky trainees who didn’t have to go out taunting them, Seonghwa and Yeseul went on their way to the restaurant.

They were both silent as they descended the stairs of their company’s building. For the first time, it was only the two of them. At least since they had met at the grocery store back then. And even then, they weren’t exactly alone. Usually, when Yeseul met any of the KQ Fellaz members, Jaehee was with her and whenever she was present, she led conversations and they flowed easily. Now, Yeseul felt awkward and she felt bad that she didn’t know what to say.

It was already dark and the streets were almost empty as they stepped outside. “Oh, it’s colder than I thought…” Yeseul mumbled, more to herself than anyone else. Spring was nearing and it had been fairly warm today so she hadn’t put much thought into her choice of outerwear. Which she now regretted. “Do you want my jacket?” She stopped dead in her tracks and looked at him with big eyes when she realized that Seonghwa had heard her. “Oh, no no no! I appreciate the gesture but then you’d be cold...plus it’s my own fault for not dressing appropriately,” she argued but he was already taking off his jacket. “It’s fine, you’re shivering and I have a thick sweatshirt underneath.” Yeseul opened her mouth to stop him but before she could say anything, he had put his jacket on her shoulder and started walking again.

She just stood in her place for a few seconds, then pulled the fabric closer to her body and ran after him.

The restaurant was luckily empty and the owner greeted them warmly.

“Ahh, is it time again? The usual?”, the old lady asked with a grin on her face. Seonghwa nodded and paid with the money they had collected from everyone. The two trainees sat down at a small table near the entrance. “You seem a lot more relaxed than earlier so I’m guessing the evaluation went well. No throwing up?” Seonghwa asked with a playful smile as they waited for the food. “No throwing up. I can’t say that I’m satisfied with my performance and I still have an extremely long way to go but it could have gone a lot worse, I think.” She told him a few things about what it had been like to really perform for the first time, even if it was only in front of a few people. He watched her eyes light up while she talked about how she hadn’t felt any nervousness while singing; despite her original worries; she just felt free and careless and despite her flaws, she had truly enjoyed herself for those three minutes.

Yeseul didn’t notice how much she rambled, only when the old lady told them that their food was ready, did she realize that she had talked for almost 20 minutes, with Seonghwa only throwing in a few questions and comments here and there. As they took the bags and exited the restaurant, she quickly apologized. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that I was only talking about myself…” Seonghwa shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, okay?” It’s always very nice to listen to people talk about their passions and what they truly love. I didn’t even realize time had passed.” The walk back to the company seemed a lot shorter as Seonghwa had begun sharing small tales from he first became a trainee. When they ascended the stairs, him in the front and Yeseul tailing along behind him, he suddenly stopped and turned around to check whether she was struggling with the bags.

She looked at him questioningly. She was doing fine, he had taken the heavier bags and left her with the smallest ones. Still, he was staring at her. “You have something in your hair...ummm, do you want me to get it out?”. She slowly nodded. He carefully put the take-out on the floor, making sure not to spill anything, and stepped down until he stood right in front of her. She watched his every move as his fingers went up to the top of her head and softly pulled something small out. She couldn’t see what it was but she also didn’t care. She was too focused on his hand smoothing out her hair again after his actions had slightly messed it up. “What was it?” “A small moth.” A shiver went down her spine. “Thank god you didn’t tell me before...I would have screamed and probably woken up the whole neighborhood.”

After a few seconds of awkward silence and neither of them meeting the other’s eyes, Seonghwa took a hold of the bags again and they quickly went back to the practice room where a bunch of hungry trainees was eagerly waiting for their return. Since they were all starved and overly excited for their food, no one noticed that Yeseul was still wearing Seonghwa’s jacket.

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khoicesbyk · 4 years ago

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The Good Captain

A/N: This is my version of book 2 of Distant Shores should be like. Y’know the book 2 that we readers of Distant Shores rightfully deserved! One more thing: in this fanfic, the MC’s last name has been changed to Bennett but; in the game it’s Carter. I decided to change it from Carter to Bennett; because Bennett sounds better to me. Also; her original occupation has been changed as well.

***Rated: Mature 18+. Contains sexual content, some violence and strong language.

***Bolded and/or italicized words are conversations and thoughts of the characters.

***Characters: Kyra Bennett (MC) and Edward Mortemer (LI)

***Disclaimer: All character names (except MC) belong to Pixelberry.

Current Word Count: 1,334 words.

Ch. 4: The Plan pt. 1

With Chapter 4 being so long. I decided to break it down into two parts.

It had been an emotional 2 days for Kyra Bennett. She was reunited with her true love; Captain Edward Mortemer. And; she found out what her unborn child will be. To say that; she was excited is a complete understatement.

“Alright Miss Bennett! Are you ready?”, Dr. Everett asks her.

“As I’m gonna be, doctor.”, she nervously replied. With that; he applied gel to her growing belly and used the wand to feel for the baby. Once the fetus was on the screen; Dr. Bennett turned to her and said, “say hello to your son, Miss Bennett!”

“It’s…it’s…a…a boy?!”, she said clearly emotional. “Yes Miss Bennett. You’re having a little boy.”, he replied warmly. She couldn’t believe it. She was having a baby boy. Just like in the future vision she and Edward saw together.

“Now, I’ll want to see you again; in 3 weeks, okay?”, Dr. Everett told her. “Yes doctor and thank you again!”, she replies with her eyes shining with tears.

After scheduling her appointment; she was soon back home. And she was back to her research. She had to figure out a way to stop Robert and his crew from destroying time.

“I’ve got 3 weeks! That’s more than enough time; for me to put a plan together! Edward will be so proud! I should go see him! I miss him! And I’m missing my crazy crew. That’s what I’ll do! I’ll go see them!”, she thought to herself. After packing an old steamer trunk from her attic; she grabbed the amulet and the sonogram picture. With amulet around her neck; she closed her eyes and pictured Edward’s face. She saw his smile. She felt his strength. She knew where she wanted to be. She closed her eyes and was off to the past.

She was excited and anxious to see him and the crew. It had only been days since she and him were together. But those days felt like an eternity. When she opened her eyes; she looked around and saw she was in a cabin. She knew instantly that it was his cabin. She made it back safely. She set her trunk down on the floor then went to the door. She was on his ship. She was on The Jewel.

“I made it! And I didn’t die! Thank God!”, she thought to herself. Since no one seemed to be aboard at the time; Kyra went exploring.

After she explored the ship she went back to Edward’s cabin and waited for him and the crew to return. She couldn’t wait to tell him the news about their son. Thankfully she didn’t have to wait long; for Edward and the others were hastily making their way back to the ship.

They had gotten to the second of The Seven Lords Of The Sea; before Robert. In doing so; they had retrieved the key fragment before him. As they set sail; they knew it was a time for them to celebrate! What they didn’t know; was that Kyra would be joining them.

“The day is ours! We beat that bloody bastard to the key fragment! We shall toast to our victory!”, Edward told the crew. Edward and Jonas went to retrieve a few bottles of rum for below deck. Once he and Jonas reappeared; it was time to celebrate!

Her heart fluttered when she saw him. She saw his smile and the joy on his face. She watched; as he and Jonas set a few cases of rum down for the crew. She watched as they celebrated. She wanted to drink and celebrate with them but; she knew that couldn’t because of the baby.

When she stepped out into the lantern light the crew; especially Edward froze. She didn’t know what to say; that was until Ginny ran up and hugged her tightly.

“You came home! You came home! I’ve missed you!”, the sweet girl squealed. “Hi Ginny girl! I’ve missed you too!”, she said as she hugged her back.

She was happy to see her and the crew. And the crew was happy to see her too. But; none were happier to see her more than Edward. After hugging and greeting the crew; including Octavia and Samuel; she filled them in on the future and what it’s like. As the night went on there was more belly rubs, laughing and dancing.

She soon got tired because of the baby. “I wish I could hang all night but—“, she said before gesturing to her growing belly, “this little one says that it’s time for bed. In the morning; we’ll go over the plan in terms of the remaining keys.”

After giving hugs to each member the crew; she and Edward retire to his cabin. Once the door was closed and locked; he wrapped her up in a tight hug. He was careful to not harm the baby; before kissing her passionately.

“I’ve missed you, my love. I hope you’re not in any pain.”, he told her. “No Edward. I’m not in any pain. I know I shouldn’t be here; but I had to see you. I had to hold you. You needed to know. I found out what the baby will be.”, she told him.

His eyes grew bright and wide, “what did you learn, Kyra?”, he asked her. She took his left hand and placed it on her belly; and with tears in her eyes she told him, “it’s a boy, Edward. We are having a boy. Just like the vision of our future.” He looked down at his hand; hovering over her belly and was even more in love with her than ever before.

“You’re doctor is certain; that it’s a boy?”, he asked her. She nodded smiling as tears stained her cheeks. He held her close as she cried happy tears. “There, there my love! This is the greatest news I’ve heard. I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am! Here come sit.”, he said as he soothed her. He had her sit on his bed with his arms around her. “I’ve missed you so much! I just wanted to be in your arms.”, she told him as he rocked her.

After being in his arms for several minutes; she remembered the sonogram picture she brought with her. “There’s something you need to see, Edward.”, she told him as she stood up and walked over to the trunk she brought with her. “What is it, love?”, he answered with a question. That’s when she showed him the picture of their son. After explaining what the picture was and how she got it; she handed it to him. He looked down at the photo in his hands; in a mix of shock, awe and adoration.

That’s when it really hit him that; he was really going to be a father. “I have never seen anything more beautiful. Except you, my love. You are the most beautiful thing in the world to me.”, he told her. His mouth was dry but; his heart was full. He’s going to be a father.

“You must be exhausted, my love. How can I serve you?”, he asks as he takes her in his arms again. She loved every minute of it. She loved that he is willing to dote over her. After kissing him sweetly; she says to him, “I’ve been craving mangoes lately so if Henry has any; will you bring me some?”, she asked him. “Of course! Anything you want; if it’s in my power I will grant you.”, he replied.

“What I want is you and our son. I want our family, Edward. And soon; we’ll have that family.”, she told him. “Yes my love, we will have the family we saw together. I will make sure of it.”, he replied.

With a sweet kiss on her forehead; Edward went to get her some mangoes from the galley.

It was in that quiet moment to herself in his cabin; that she realized: she was truly home.

Stay tuned for part 2 of Ch. 4!

😘

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pasteljeon · 6 years ago

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Nymphet Garden: Prologue

Prologue: White Heather - Calluna vulgaris is a flower native to Northern Eurasia and America with a history of being very versatile as it was used in nearly everything from household items like brooms and baskets to flavoring drink like beer. The plant is immersed within Scottish folklore as they believed that the soft blossoms only grow where faeries have been and that owners are blessed with good luck and protective powers. It means that ‘wishes will come true’ and that is what happened when the boys met you.

➟ Based off this request: I’d like to request a multi-part fic with the reader being a solo!idol and the bts boys perhaps being big fanboy of hers? I’d love to see your take on this. I’d love some down and dirty smut too please! from @/stxrlxghtsora

➟ Summary: He was just a fanboy, they got dragged into it, and so blooms your love story.

➟ Pairing: OT7/Reader, non-idol!BTS, idol!Reader

➟ Warnings: uhh, this is basically a short smutfest with a loose plot (reverse ynwa style), including, but not exclusive to: switch!reader, switch!ot7, overstimulation, oral (m&f), edging, cuckholding, bondage, breathplay, daddy kink, noona kink, some hot jealous fucking, 3somes

➟ Length: 6.8k

➟ In collab with @/sugarcookiesandsins - please give her some love! ♡♡

➟ Notes: We spent a literal 8 hours on this first part sdhjsk we hope you all enjoy and look forward to the next parts! The following chapter will be posted on Jae’s blog, @/sugarcookiesandsins so please keep this in mind! Links will all be reblogged.

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“Hyung!” Yoongi groaned, throwing his head back to glare at Jimin who eyed him hopefully from across the couch. The boys were already crowded at the door, shoes on and looking rather excited themselves despite their reluctance earlier that week. Jimin, the source of exposure, had his hands clasped together and amber irises blown out pleadingly. They were practically glowing, and it was lethal, at least, to everyone except one Min Yoongi .

“Just get Taemin to go with you guys. You know I hate public places and that venue is going to be packed. I can’t stand another twenty thousand you’s screaming in my ear,” Yoongi grumbled.

“I’ll get you that new studio equipment you wanted,” Jimin wheedles. His bank account would suffer, but it would be worth it if Yoongi went to the concert. Having the iconic Bangtan Ensemble was what he wanted, after all, for attendance at his favourite idol’s concert tonight. Besides, he had spent good money on these tickets. He could have used it to replace the speakers in his dance studio or his worn sneakers, but no. He had single handedly paid for 7 front row tickets, and damn it to hell if he wasn’t going to get his money's worth.

The aspiring composer squinted at the younger suspiciously, but Jimin only beamed back at him. “Please, hyung? I really want us all to go together!”

With a drawn out sigh, Yoongi swung his legs over the couch and grabbed his jacket. “Fine. But you owe me. I better see that ASR 88 sitting in my room by the end of the year.”

Jimin winced inwardly but nodded eagerly. As long as he got all of them to go, then any future pain would be worth it. Besides, he was sure that after that night, Min Yoongi would be thanking him for dragging his ass to this concert. “It will, don’t worry.”

Twenty minutes and a bus ride later, Jimin still couldn’t believe that he was actually here, standing a couple feet from the stage where his future wife would soon be singing your her heart out. He had their wedding planned and everything, she just didn’t know it yet. Looking to his right and left, he was happy to be surrounded by his closest friends, even though he knew that what he had promised some in exchange for their attendance may be a little out of reach for his. He would deal with that later and focus on the now. Besides, there had to be extra shifts he could pick up at work to make up for the huge dent in his expenses.

Suddenly, any stress he had melted away as the familiar piano of your intro played over the speakers of the venue. The screen on stage lit up as the video began to play. He had seen it so many times, Jimin could probably watch everything with his eyes closed, but he still kept them locked on your features as you played your role in the video, your skin looking softer then it had ever looked on either his phone or his computer. The screams never stopped. The boys were sure they were going deaf wincing as pitched voices echoed around them. Still, they were at a concert. What did they expect?

Jimin had been lucky enough to snag tickets to the GA area and they rushed in to secure a position at the front. Camping was prohibited so it was a fight to the death to get into line as early as they were permitted. They lounged around on the ground, joking around as they patiently waited for the actual performance to begin.

It was almost an hour later when you came onstage yourself, decked in the familiar attire from your debut song. The boys shot to their feet instantly. It was an upbeat tempo that got everyone dancing and screaming the lyrics as you executed the choreography to perfection just like Jimin had seen in live performances.

Taehyung was jumping up and down next to him, yelling something indiscernible over the roaring of the crowd. “What?” Jimin yelled. Taehyung pulled him closer, shouting, “She’s really good! Where can I buy her album?”

Jimin grinned, telling him he would send the link when they were home. One down, five more to go. Taking a quick sweep around, he spotted Namjoon and Hoseok jamming out near the barricade. Seokjin was nodding his head along to the beat enthusiastically to the right of him, and even Yoongi looked impressed in spite of his reservations earlier. Jungkook was hooked the moment you walked on stage and opened your mouth. The music major was a sucker for a voice as angelic as yours, his jaw dropping so low Jimin feared the fireworks would fly right into it. He smiled to himself. Jimin 1 : Bangtan 0.

The concert ran for two hours, though there were breaks in between where you were offstage changing outfits and videos promoting your tour theme ran on screen, or you’d walk forward and speak to the audience. Jimin swore his heart stopped beating when you knelt in front of him, smiling directly at him as you sang a line to one of his favourite songs off your older albums. God, you were perfection. You sent him a heart and he swooned, mouthing an I love you. Jimin ignored Taehyung’s boisterous laughter, having noticed the exchange.

“You’re so whipped for her, Chims,” Taehyung cackled. Jimin flushed, still singing along.

He still didn’t forget to check his phone periodically, eyes flying to his notifications at every vibration in his pocket. Before the concert, you had done a vlive during the soundcheck when you announced the raffle that would make one group of people very lucky indeed. In between songs, you explained to an enraptured crowd that you would be drawing for the winners of backstage passes. Those that purchased in groups of 5 or more tickets were grouped together and solo purchases were randomly assigned to groups. Thankfully Jimin had purchased all seven tickets so when he checked the website, he was happy to find them all together in group number 713. He had watched the entirety of the livestream, including where you draw from a hat that was part of a costume set.

“... 713!” He swallowed. “Um, Tae?”

“Hmm? Yeah?” Taehyung said absentmindedly, eyes glued to the screens as a new teaser began to play.

“We won,” Jimin said slowly. His palms slickened and he shoved his phone into his friend’s face, his knees already quivering at the thought. “We’re going to see ___! Backstage! In person!”

Taehyung blinked at him uncomprehendingly. “Oh fuck!” Jimin screamed. His voice was swallowed easily by the crowd but now he could barely focus on the remainder of the concert, feeling dizzy and feverish.

“What’s going on? Is he okay?” Seokjin yelled over from the side. Taehyung smirked, making an O with two fingers and shoving another into it, eyebrows wiggling.

Jimin stepped on his foot so hard Taehyung had to squat and massage it for the entirety of your next song. The 95 liner sighed happily, returning his attention to you, eyes glazing over dreamily.

Jimin was practically vibrating with equal parts fear and anticipation. “Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he whispered, pacing before the door. “This is really happening. Oh fuck!”

Namjoon placed a hand on his shoulder, concerned. “You alright there? Should we leave?”

“NO!” Jimin almost shouted. “No,” he said again, shaking his head furiously. “I need all of you there. Besides, we won together. It’s not just me.”

“Don’t worry so much hyung,” Taehyung grinned. “Chims is just excited to meet my future wife.”

If he wasn’t in public, Jimin would have tackled him, but instead he just shot him a glare that could burn hotter than the sun. “It’s not good to lie, Taehyungie.” His voice was sickly sweet saccharin, that Taehyung knew he would be sleeping with one eye open for the next couple days. He had been witness to Jimin taking revenge on Jeongguk for breaking a speaker, and there was nothing he had wished for more than to be the last person in the sights of Park Jimin.

Before anyone could say anything to diffuse the situation, the security guard they had shown their tickets to came out from behind the door with 7 pases dangling from his hand, lanyards colored to match the tour’s theme with writing indicating both your name and the name of the tour in bold letters. Behind laminated plastic were the very things that Jimin had dreamed about: backstage passes. He had read enough fanfiction to imagine a lot of things, each one riskier than the last, painting his face a bright red. Clearing his throat before speaking, he grabbed one once the security guard held them out. He flipped it over in his hand multiple time making sure it was real. Finally assured that it would not get ripped from his hands, he pulled it over his head letting it hang where everyone can see it.

“Miss ___? Your guests are here.” The guard knocked on an ajar door, the mirrors and rows of clothing indicating it was probably your dressing room. Jimin choked on his own fucking saliva when you turned around from where you’d been speaking to a staff member. You were patting yourself down with a towel, wiping off sweat from your neck as you walked forward.

“Hello! I’m ___. It’s wonderful to meet you all,” you said warmly, voice melodic though a little raspy from exertion. You’d changed into casual clothing and removed the heavier aspects of your makeup, caring less about your appearance than how comfortable you were. Shit, you were even more beautiful barefaced. Jimin tugged at the collar of his shirt, the room suddenly stifling.

“H-hi! Your name is Jimin!” He stumbled over his words, immediately wanting the ground to swallow him whole. Great. The one time I meet my all time favourite idol and I fuck it up. Go figure. He groaned inwardly. “I mean - My name is Jimin,” he gulped. “And it’s really such an honour to meet you.” He nearly smacked you as he stuck out his arm.

You giggled, eyes crinkling as you regarded the man. His hair was tousled, looking like he’d run a hand through his thick locks several times in anxiousness and you noticed his body trembling slightly, fingers shaking as he shook your hand. He wet his lips, plump and pink and you concluded he was quite handsome.

In fact, all seven of them were. The one next to Jimin let out the deepest laugh. Ah. You noted. One of those whose face did not match what you’d expect his voice to be. “Don’t mind him, he’s just extremely nervous. I’m Taehyung, this idiot’s best friend,” he said cheekily, stepping up to take your hand next.

“Namjoon. Your performances were lovely. I loved the lyrics. Did you write them?” He looked like he wanted to take notes at your response.

“Hello, I’m a thief and I’m here to steal your heart.” Cue windshield laughter. “I’m Seokjin, but everyone calls me Jin.”

“H-hello. I’m Jungkook. I really like your voice! And um, your dancing. It was all very good.” Heavy blushing.

“I’m Hoseok! Your choreography was sick! What kind of concept are you going to be using for your comeback?” This one had the sunniest grin, making you recoil just a bit so you could shield your eyes from the blinding effect.

“Yoongi.” He didn’t say much, but you could tell it was his natural character. He was quiet throughout the entire exchange, though his eyes were sharp and watchful as he examined you.

Jimin, bless him, was still fluttering around awkwardly, clearly wanting to convey everything he’d been harbouring for years now that he had an opportunity, but he kept tripping over himself and ended up staring at the ground for most of the conversation, looking disappointed and frustrated.

Namjoon and Hoseok chatted animatedly with you, discussing choreography and the elements of music like mixing and editing. From what little they knew, you also composed most of your own songs.

Seokjin cracked jokes here and there, Taehyung popping in periodically and Yoongi simply listened attentively. Jungkook spoke timidly, asking a few burning questions and his smile was surprisingly sweet, bunny like and bright.

Forty minutes into their visit, your stylist tapped you on the shoulder, murmuring something as she passed.

“Ah,” you said apologetically. “It looks like our time is up. I really enjoyed meeting you all. Best of luck with your own careers! And,” you paused. They looked at you inquisitively. “I hope to see you all on the billboards one day. From the sound of it, you all have immense talent and potential.”

Taehyung nudged Jimin frantically, jerking his chin at you. “Do it now!” he hissed.

“U-um. Please, will you sign my album?” Jimin thrust it in front of you with trembling hands, bowing his head deeply.

He almost regretted his question as you turned to him and unleashed a wide smile that could put Hoseok's to shame, at least in Jimin’s eyes. He was the cutest of the bunch with his rosy cheeks and nervous habit. “I would love to,” you said with a grin as you motioned to a staff member to bring you a marker. Once the black ink was in your hand, you proceed to make your signature on the cover of the album, directly below the tite and accomapnying infomation. Below that you wrote a cute message. ‘Thank you for coming to my concert cutie!’ with a little heart and kiss.

It was simple enough, but Jimin felt his soul leave his body as you gave the album back to him, fingers grazing each others’. Smiling again at him, you got up and enveloped his body in a hug, a small gift for being a fan as well as a farewell. Jimin thought he would die of happiness again as Taehyung brought him back to reality by poking him in the side. You were hugging him! Over your shoulder, Jimin saw Taehyung motioning to your body and he understood the message. He wrapped his arms around your frame, squeezing a little. You pulled out of the hug a moment later, still with that smile as you said your goodbyes. Jimin could only stare, eyes dreaming of you as you said your departing words to the others.

On the way home, Jimin lay limp against the window, letting the cool glass dispel the heat that he felt after leaving the venue. He was still on an adrenaline high after the backstage experience. The other boys were in various stages of drowsiness after the concert since it had run late, not including the time that they spent with you backstage.

Still, all the boys were feeling the same symptoms. Doctors have termed the disease ‘idolstruck’ as most seem to become infected after meeting their idol. They were all lost in the image of your smile as you talked to them, face illuminated by the lights of the venue. The same smile that someone has when they are doing what they love. The boys were truly happy for you, and they were happy for themselves for agreeing to go with Jimin to this concert.

They had heard him a million times squealing from the confines of his room and knew the reason behind it. Still, they had left it alone, not really bothered by Jimin’s fanboying unless he spontaneously decided to take over the living room big screen to curl up on the couch and watch you participate in variety shows. They would walk in to see him smiling stupidly at your image on the television as it reflected in his eyes. Previously, they would all just shake their head and walk out, but now they were considering asking him if they could join him. They went home silently, and fell asleep as soon as their heads hit pillows.

Until the sun came up, they dreamed of you, angel eyes and all.

The next morning, not a single person was awake before noon as they took advantage of the weekend and slept in. Still, hunger affects the strongest of us, and soon enough the boys made their way into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they planned the quickest strategy to get back to bed. Almost as it it was magic, they locked eyes in the kitchen and burst out in smiles as they thought of the reasons they slept like the dead. The first one was your concert, and all other items on the list were only subpoints to this main header.

“Did that actually happen?” Jimin was the first to voice their thoughts, he was still sporting sweater paws as he had not worked up enough to care that he had slept in another boy’s shirt, not that anyone else was too quick to call him out on it either.

“It did Jimin,” Namjoon may have also looked sleepy, but he was still more awake compared to the rest of the boys since he had gotten a whiff of the coffee he was making.

“That was amazing. She was amazing.” Jeongguk was still hung up by the memory of your voice. Sure, he had been forced to listen to it with Jimin, but he had always put it down to really, really damn good vocal editing. He was in awe last night when your voice sounded exactly like the songs on the album as well as your ability to belt out the lyrics while still keeping up with choreography that was fast-paced and technique oriented.

The coordination with your back-up dancers made Hoseok's eyes shined as he remembered a 5 minute period when you demonstrated a difficult section that he liked, laughing as you recounted memories of mistakes that left the boys unsuccessfully stifling their laughter at your predicament.

“Hey Jimin.” Seokjin hid his face behind a mug of tea as spoke, half in embarrassment and half in relief as the tea woke him up slowly. “Can we have a variety show marathon tonight?”

The week following passed by in a blur. The boys consumed your content like Jungkook drank banana milk - every chance they got, they were glued to their phones, laptops, TV to watch you laugh, dance, sing and talk.

“Guys,” Namjoon said solemnly. “I think we have a problem.” It was Friday, with all the boys sprawled over couches and lying on their stomachs as your newest Run! episode played on screen.

The past few days had been stressful. Jungkook had finally finished the demo he’d been fretting over for his final project with some help from his hyungs - though they fared no better. Yoongi and Namjoon poured over a new collaboration with an indie artist that had just signed them, spending hours cooped up in their studio. Taehyung had all but disappeared, travelling to different ends of the city for material on his photography initiative. Seokjin had been on and off as well, working for his father at his company whilst finishing his Master’s. Hoseok and Jimin were instructors at one of the best dance studios in the city, but Jimin had recently taken up a part-time job at a nearby cafe to pick up some extra cash to fulfil his end of the bargain for Yoongi.

“Hyung, I think we’re addicted,” Jungkook said absentmindedly as he reached for the bowl in the middle of the table. Various snacks were poured into it, and given the state of their lean, well-muscled bodies, they could afford a day off. They burned through calories quick enough as it was.

“Holy shit,” Jimin exclaimed, interrupting their conversation, leaping to his feet. His eyes widened as they flew across the screen of his phone. “She’s holding a contest. Guys, this could be our chance to see her again!” His heart fluttered at the thought, beating fast.

“Contest?” They flocked him like birds, jamming together instantly. Even Yoongi dragged himself over, looking mildly curious.

“It says you can either do a song or dance cover. There’s a winner for both. The prize is being able to shadow her for the production of her new music video!” He explained, showing them the post on her Instagram. “It’ll give us a chance to see what it’s like to film in a setting like that and how the whole process works!”

Taehyung perked up. “You think they’d let me shadow the filmmakers instead?”

Jimin nodded. “They’re usually in the same room so it’s up to you really. You can ask about the editing process, maybe they’ll let you in on that as well.”

“Let’s do it.” They stared at the speaker in shock. Yoongi shrugged. “What? It sounds like a good opportunity. She’s part of a pretty big entertainment company. We could check out the equipment.”

Seokjin cackled. “Like you’re really going for that. I saw your browsing history and I’m pretty sure you have more tabs saved on ___ than Jimin at this point.”

The composer flushed hotly under the disbelieving looks his friends shot him and scowled at the older man. “It’s for science,” he muttered, crossing his arms. “Obviously.”

“Uh huh,” Hoseok said skeptically. “Didn’t you fail science in fifth grade?”

Yoongi hissed at him. “Fuck off, Hobi.”

“Let’s split up,” Jimin suggested eagerly. “Tae, Jin, Yoongi and Namjoon can do a vocals cover. Hoseok, Jungkook and I can do a dance cover.”

“Is there a limit to how many people can win?” Namjoon asked doubtfully.

“Nope, just everyone that was involved in the production.”

“I’m in,” Jungkook offered. Taehyung agreed readily. They all turned to Yoongi.

He sighed loudly.

“Fine,” he grumbled. “Fine, you little fuckers. I’ll go along with you but if we lose, don’t come crying to me.”

Jimin ruffled his dark tresses, pushing back his bangs as he chewed his lower lip nervously. He whirled around the cafe, picking up plates and delivering dishes. One hand rested on his pocket periodically, as if anticipating the buzz.

“You okay there?” Jimin turned to Kai, a barista and an old classmate who eyed him with amusement from behind the counter. It was near closing time, clients trailing out as the hour ticked by.

He nodded quickly. “Yeah. I’m just waiting for the results. They’re supposed to come out today.”

“Ah,” Kai made a noise of understanding. “For ___’s contest right? Coups mentioned something about that. I think he entered too.”

Jimin clutched his phone tighter. Shit, if his other friends were contestants, they had to start praying. They were all extremely talented.

His phone vibrated quietly in his hand. “Good luck,” Kai sang as he picked up the disinfectant to start wiping the counter down.

Jimin gulped, swiping left.

Congratulations Jimin! Your cover is the winner of ___’s Shadow Set contest. Attached are the forms and details to the event. Please ensure all members of your group have completed these prior to attending.

Thank you and we look forward to seeing you soon!

“Holy sh - ”

“So who were the lucky winners?” You hummed, looking up from your laptop. Your manager walked in, handing you the rundown of the shoot’s schedule.

“Who else? I knew they were something special.” She laughed but agreed. Sifting through the documents, you smiled down at the papers as Jimin’s voice played through your speakers.

“Jimin!”

“Hobi-hyung!”

The two ran at each other, jumping into a hug as they screamed incoherently at one another. “We won!” Hoseok promptly broke into a dance, grinning widely.

A groan. “Not this shit again.” But the dance managed to wrestle the composer down before he could escape. “We won hyung!”

“Yep, heard you the first time,” Yoongi muttered, rubbing his ear.

“I’m going to see her again,” Jimin said excitedly, eyes glimmering as he did his own little victory dance as he raced to print out the forms for the boys to fill out. The others were not as vocal in their excitement (except for Taehyung and Hoseok), but each was excited in her own way to see their favorite idol outside of there screen of electronics.

You sadly stood in the center of your practice studio as you finally got a break from the events of the day. It had been business as usual as you entered to the chatter of your back up dancers and the staff. Following your usual breakfast of a smoothie, you set up in the center of the room to practice the new choreography for your next mini-album. The company had decided to try a new theme this time to test the proverbial fan base waters.

Most of your themes had been powerful messages of believing in yourself or softer ballads that accompanied pastels and picnic. For the first, and maybe last time, you were doing a sexy themed performance. It was darker than before too, the lyrics angstier and centered around heartbreak. There was plenty of couple dance routines mixed in with the floor technique and your outfits were no less sexy. Plenty of fishnet and shorts with crop tops, that you had mixed feelings about. On the plus side, you would no longer be sweating buckets during performances; skinny jeans and t-shirts were hotter than you’d think when dancing under the lights. Still, you were still relatively on the younger side of the age spectrum, and thinking of the revealing costumes still made you cringe. Either way, you were starting to enjoy this new persona, it was confident and powerful.

Still, it seemed that it would have to be pushed back. One of the main dancers had broken their leg and was out of commision for a month or so. He was your main partner throughout the choreography and it would difficult to get a new dancer to replace either a back-up that moved forward to to replace the main. Not only that, the dynamic had to be pretty comfortable between partners or the flow was choppy. She had danced with Kyungin since she first debuted, so even if they were not partners before, they still knew each other to be comfortable with some of the choreography.

__ didn’t want the release to be affected by this set-back but it seemed like they had no choice.

“What do you want to do?” Your manager had pulled you to the side as the crew continued to set up, though slower as they waited for your decision.

“We don’t have anyone on the call, do we?” You tapped your chin thoughtfully. She shook her head ruefully. “No, but I should’ve. This is on me.” Then your eyes trailed to the boys at the side.

The seven boys had come trotting in obediently, lead by your manager, wide-eyed as they took in the logo of your company in big illuminated letters. This was the same sign they had seen in the background of every choreography video they watched, mesmerized by every twist and turn of your body and particularly interested in the moment when your lose shirt flew up when you jumped. Boys would always be boys.

You giggled at their expression, the small sound pulling their attention to your form. You had ended practice only moment ago, moving away from the new to practice the old as most of the staff went to the hospital. Thus your form was glistening with sweat, much like the night you first met them after to concert. Making you way over to them, you snagged your water bottle from a nearby table to replenish yourself.

You many be an idol, but you were still a woman so you felt their eyes very clearly on you as you tilted your head back to allow the cold liquid to run down your throat. You felt their eyes trace a stray drop that had escaped you mouth as it ran down your skin, tracing every curve and dip, much like men did with the woman they loved.

You smiled devilishly. Maybe this contest would be more fun than you thought, especially with these boys around. This concept had introduced to the character of the dominant female, and it was starting to become you more that you would ever care to admit.

Then you realized the reason they were here; they wanted to see the life of an idol, to shadow you with this next comeback. Now, with a dancer missing, you wondered if there was even gonna be a comeback. Unless….you took a long time looking at the boys who you had dubbed mentally to be the dance line.

You had seen their submission, they were very good at what they did so perhaps you could give one special treatment. You turned to you manager and raised an eyebrow? Tilting your head in their direction. The boys were silent, watching. The three who were under scrutinization sweated. Something serious was up if the managers expression was anything to go by. Looking back and forth between you and the boys, you manager nodded once, so quick it would be easy to miss, before stalking out the door towards the elevator. She had things to discuss with the CEO.

On the other hand, you turned to the boys with a smile and motioned for them to follow you. The eight of you walked through the halls towards the large conference room. You would be taking them to your personal studio, but the Shadow Contest was now up in the air after the loss of a dancer, so you still had to protect the interests of the company. The answer that you manage got would determine the future of these boys.

“You’re sure about this? You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” you told him gently. Jungkook shook his head, smiling. “I want to, ___-noona.”

Oh. Oh, you liked that very much. “Okay. Let me call over my choreographer and he can teach you the steps for the first part that we’re filming today. It’s not too intense or long. Do you think you can learn it in the next three hours?”

At that, Jungkook grinned. “Definitely. I’ve done worse, trust me.” He shrugged off his sweater, passing it to Hoseok. Underneath, he wore a plain white tee that shifted as he moved. Mmm. It surprised you to noticed that he packed some hard muscle, visible through the thin material. He was lead off centre, where they set to work immediately.

“Yoongi, Namjoon,” you called. They stood to meet you as you approached. “Would you guys like to meet my producers? I heard they’re working on something new today so if you’re interested, I can take you there.”

They looked at you, mouth agape. “No way, seriously?” Namjoon was the first to recover. “Please, that would be such an honour.” Yoongi nodded rapidly. You gestured them to follow through a separate door.

Jimin glowered at the youngest from where he sat with Taehyung, pouting. “Why didn’t she choose me?” Hoseok had wandered over not long after to observe Jungkook and the choreography.

“Because you’re too short pabo,” Taehyung flicked his forehead. Jimin sighed, melting back into his seat. He fiddled with Jungkook’s jacket, looking a bit put-out.

You returned shortly, and with your own outfit on for the video shoot. It was definitely more revealing than any of the outfits the boys had seen you in before. Even the makeup did not make it any better with a red lip and smoky eyes that made you more alluring. Combine that with your stage presence and it was a lethal combination to anyone remotely interested in girls.

You noticed the look on Jimin’s face and wanted to pinch his cheeks. The sweet boy was pouting as he clutched onto the jacket Jungkook tossed his way. He looks unbelievably small and child-like with his pastel sweater contrasting the leather of the jacket which looked big on his frame.

Smiling softly, you made a guess at the reason behind his disappointment and smiled at the jealousy. It was no secret that he was your biggest fan among the boys with his name always being used for the group as a whole. You walked towards the two men, grinning as they met your gaze.

Jimin smiled at you, red-faced as he dragged his eyes up your legs and torso, to stop on your face. Taehyung, though not as physically prone to show his feelings, still tensed at the sight of you in front of him. Since the concert, he had looked into you more and fallen deeper into your fandom, even dabbling in fanfiction as he cuddled his pillow, pretending you were the one there beside him. You would be the one greeting him when he came home, you were the one that made him coffee when he stayed up late to complete assignments.

“Having fun boys?” Both felt shivers run down their spine at your voice. It was smooth and sultry, the kind of voice that suited the theme perfectly. They could only nod in response, too distracted by your charisma.

“Don’t be nervous. I’m still me.” You grineed, teeth on display. For a second, __ the idol was gone and was replaced with __ the girl. This was the you the boys loved, the personality they saw on the variety shows with her twinkling eyes and kind heart. The girls who was not afraid to laugh or get messy in the kitchen having the most domestic of argument debating how much water should be added to the rice pot. This was the girl they saw when you looked at them and this was the girl they fell for when you appeased their fears, sitting next to them dishing out bad jokes that put a smile on both their faces.

Your stylist ushered Jungkook in a chair and you watched rather amusedly as she fussed over his hair, applying light makeup and rifling through the closet for clothing his size.

He changed quickly, tugging on the suit and smoothing over the wrinkles. You cocked your head, drinking him in. “You look good.” Jungkook blushes. “T-thank you.”

“Nervous?” You asked. He nodded, looking a little overwhelmed. “I’ve never been in a professional shoot before. But,” he hesitates, peeking up from his lashes to peer at you shyly. “I’m glad it’s with you, noona.”

You wanted to coo at him, he looked so sweet smiling up at you like that. “Thank you for doing this. We really appreciate it.”

He reddened, rubbing his neck. “I’m glad I could help.”

“Ready?” The director called. Jungkook nodded at you, retreating to the shadows as he waited for his cue.

“Take one.”

The music started. It was soft, a little haunting. You glided in, steps light as you walked to the throne set up in the middle. As the line quickened, you mouthed the first line as you took a seat, leg crossing over the other.

Jungkook strode in, one hand in his pocket, the other slicking back his hair as he made eye contact with the camera.

He knelt before you, taking your hand and dusting a light kiss onto the back of it. You tipped his chin up, the camera zooming in as you grazed your manicured finger across his chiselled jaw. You swore you felt him shiver beneath your touch, his eyes fluttering closed as your cool breath whispered across his ear.

He turned, ripping himself from you as he stood, feet planted apart and expression tormented. You snaked an arm around his upper body, tapping down the expanse of his chest. You pressed yourself to his back, staring at the camera with lidded eyes as you sang.

He twisted away from you as soon as the bass dropped. Stepping behind you, it started. Oh God, did it start. His movements were powerful, sharp and clean. His hands trailed up your legs resolutely, his hips rolling against yours. Though your pelvises did not touch, you could feel his heat through the fabric of his suit. Then the bass backed out of the tune slightly as your vocals became the center of the song, commanding the attention of all, including Jungkook. You gripped his body and brought it surely in front of you, pushing him gently to his knees as you gazed down at him, simpering at the expression on his face. The next part harkened back to your debut song as you controlled Jungkook like a puppet, your arms and his body moving in sync as his expression emulated the idea that he was at your mercy in all possible ways. Then the dynamic of the song switched again, the base entering as Jungkook took control of the situation. His popping showed him breaking out of your control as you struggled to maintain your power over him. In the most risque move yet, he turned you so you back faced the camera as he pulled gently on your hair, following his lead and the choreography, you bent backwards until you were looking at the camera upside down, still singing along to the track echoing from the speakers as his mouth came down on your neck. From the frontal angle, it looked inappropriate but he was doing nothing more than just shifting the angle of his head.

Still, Jungkook could almost feel your skin beneath his lips and temptation set to to trace the same path that the water droplet took the other day when you first met them at the studio. You were glistening the same way too, the sheen of the sweat making your skin shine like diamonds under the powerful lights. Then you pushed him back as the second verse started, already tired of dancing to his beat.

The music cut off just as he fell to his knees, the power balance shifting as you gained the upper hand. Sweat dropped from his fringe as he brushed it back, panting. You helped him up, breathing heavy yourself. Jungkook took it gratefully and gave you a tired grin. “How was that, noona?”

“Wonderful,” the director boomed before you could say a word. “No need for a reshoot. We can use this footage. Maybe even raw. Good work, ___-ah! And Jungkook-ssi, that was excellent. I should hire you permanently.” He gave a wink before whisking away.

“He’s right,” you said, smiling. “You did really great. Thank you once again. You’re a lifesaver.”

“Ah, it was nothing, really. If anything, I’m the one honoured I get to work with you,” Jungkook said awkwardly, a light hue dusting his cheeks as he looked down.

Staff came hurrying over, distributing towels and water bottles. Jungkook wandered off to greet his friends who had been watching with wide eyes. Namjoon and Yoongi had returned halfway through the scene and were now in similar states of awe.

“Guys,” Jungkook gulped. They all stared up at him dumbly. “I think I’m in love with her.”

“No shit genius,” Namjoon hissed, slightly jealous that he wasn’t the one getting to touch you. Jimin felt the same way, giving over an expression that was somehow pouty and hateful at the same time.

Hoseok could only watch the vacant dance floor, still dumbfounded as his mind failed to comprehend what he had just seen. You and Jungkook dancing together, running your hands over each other. Still, he was not the type to be overly zealous. He would get his chance when the time came. So all he could do was clap Jungkook on the back, perhaps a bit harder than necessary and shake his head. “You lucky, lucky bastard.”

Following the end of the first day shooting, your company treated everyone to dinner at a barbeque place. You had a table to yourself with the boys and more than an hour was spent eating, drinking and laughing as the boys told you more about themselves and they found out more about the girl behind the screen.

It didn’t hit the others as hard as it did Taehyung, Jungkook and Jimin, but the feeling crept on them slowly like night swallowing the day, unnoticeable until the very end. They saw the separation between the you that they saw on stage and the you that was the real you, without the managers and company and staff. This was the you that they never realized would captivate them, but you did. And against what seemed like impossible odds, they interested you.

As the boys walked home that night, Yoongi muttered a single phrase that they thought summed up the whole situation pretty well.

“I’m so fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.”

Jungkook walked straight into a pole.

#bts #bts fanfic #bts scenarios #jungkook x reader #hoseok x reader #jimin x reader #namjoon x reader #taehyung x reader #yoongi x reader #seokjin x reader #sub!bts #sub!jungkook #sub!jimin #fluff #bts fluff #non idol au

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nyanbinary-chatnoir · 5 years ago

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A Purr-fect Cat-ch

It’s finally here! And no it is not inspired by the Cats (2019) movie.

Ao3

Relationship: Adrien Agreste (Chat Noir)/ Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Ladybug)

Other characters and relationship(s) will be added as story progresses.

Word Count: 1844

Chapter 1 (Cat Au)

"Marinette."

A nose twitch.

"Marinette," a voice sang.

Ear twitch.

Sabine laughs as her cat continue to sleep on, she took a break to come up to check Marinette. Shaking her head as the cat had been in the same place earlier before they opened the shop.

Marinette opens her eyes and peers up at her owner. Her third nap had been fantastic but seeing Sabine's smiling face made Marinette perk up. "Well good afternoon, Marinette, did you enjoy your nap?" Sabine coos. She receive a happy meow in confirmation.

"Good!" Sabine said, standing back up. "Once you're more awake you can come down stairs. Tom just put out your food, and I think there might be a special treat for you."

"Meow!"

Marinette quickly follows Sabine down the stairs, taking two steps at time may have not been the best of idea for Marinette.

"Marinette, please be careful I don't want you to"

CRASH.

"Trip and fall." Sabine winces as she watch her adorable cat fall down the stairs. It wasn't the first time, and it wasn't like Marinette was clumsy all the time. Oh this cat had her moments when she got ahead of herself.

Sabine makes the rest of her way down and crouches by Marinette. Gently patting her fur checking for any cuts or possibly bumps. Despite it being a minor fall they always worry the falls could hurt Marinette badly.

Relief floods her as she finds no thing "Oh Marinette, what are we going to do with you?"

Sabine carefully picks up Marinette readjusting her pink bow, and giving her a chaste kiss on the head, setting Marinette back down.

Marinette on her part looks a bash.

"Darling, is everything all right?" Tom asked, stepping into the hallway from the bakery. "I heard a loud crash."

Sabine quickly waves him off, assuring him there was nothing wrong. "Marinette just took a tumble-down the stairs. I should have waited until she was down to mention the special treat."

Tom laughed. "Well you can't blame her, we do have the best pastries."

The mention of pastries has Marinette scurrying her to a dish. It was extremely rare when they put a treat in with her cat food. Marinette was giddy and excited.

Marinette peers down at her dish to happily find three pieces of bread in her dish. A delicacy. A treat, a blessing from parents. Turning towards the two she gave a happy "meow!" and retreats to eating her food. She only had so long before it went stale and Marinette was definitely not letting that happen.

Smiling as Marinette ate her food, Tom wraps an arm around his wife and the two went back into the bakery. Satisfied Marinette was eating and happy about her special treat.

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Quickly as they left Marinette swallows the last piece of bread. She sighed. Her tummy was full, she had a good nap. Today has treated her well so far. Now it was time to make a trip outside and see if any of her friends were in the backyard.

She took a quick gulp of water, stepping through her cat door, squinting as the sun hit her face.

"Marinette! You finally made it!"

"Monsieur Rat! Good to see you!! It's been a while." Marinette greets, walking up to the rat sitting down by the tree in the backyard. As per usual.

"I know, I know. I managed to make some friends with pigeons! Pigeons can you believe!" Monsieur laughs. "You know how I have always wanted to fly!"

"I do, Monsieur Rat," Marinette giggles. Monsieur Rat spoke many times of his dream of flying. Passionately and vividly. She always felt a little bad, he was a rat. He would never have any wings. Marinette had told him though that doesn't mean he had to stop dreaming.

"So uh," Monsieur Rat nervously grabbing his tail, "would you have any scraps from your parents bakery I could have?"

A habit he still has despite being friends for a while now. Marinette was possibly the only friendly cat he had ever met, who didn't even try to attempt to eat him when he wandered into the backyard a little over a year ago. Monsieur Rat had gone into shock hearing her, a cat, wanting a rat friend. However the shock quickly wore off and he accepted her offer.

Marinette was always so sweet, he would exchange his stories from outside, and Marinette in return would give him scraps from the bakery. But that wasn't the main reason he kept coming back, yes the scraps were a bonus, but seeing and hearing Marinette always brought him happiness. She was optimistic and positive.

"Yes, I saw some when I got down the stairs!" she stood up. "I will be right back with! Wait one second." Marinette turns around and heads back through the cat door. Thankfully the scrap bin was easy access, all she had to do was jump on the chair, the table, and bam. Scrap bin was there. Monsieur Rat was not a picky eater so she grabbed a half burnt croissant with her mouth and jumped down.

Stepping through the flaps of the cat door Marinette was going to call out she had a piece. Gasping she dropped the half burnt croissant as she watch some black cat crouch and crawl towards Monsieur Rat who had his back turned.

Marinette was not about to let one of her friends become lunch.

"MONSIEUR RAT, LOOK BEHIND YOU!" Marinette cried, sprinting towards the startled cat, looking shocked.

Monsieur Rat jumps quickly spinning around, squeaking at the sight of the black cat still in crouch. Ready to pounce for his meal.

Despite having short legs Marinette made it to the black cat in time, tackling him away from Monsieur Rat.

Marinette and the black cat's tumble came to a stop. She rolled over away, shaking her head. A little disoriented but still running on adrenaline, Marinette stood up. Her fur raising in anger.

"Just what do you think you were doing?!" Marinette hisses, blocking Monsieur Rat from view. "You can't just go around eating people's friends."

Slowly the black cat sat up on his butt, patting his head with his paw. He glares back at Marinette.

"How was I supposed to know you befriended your dinner?" He stood on all four paws, walking up to Marinette.

Marinette did a double take, when she first went to tackle him Marinette didn't put much thought into it, but now having him stand before her. Marinette realized he was bigger than she was, not by much, though the difference was easily noticeable.

However she wasn't going to let that get to her, he attempted to kill and eat one of her friends.

She was confident! She was brave!

Huffing angrily, Marinette presses her nose against Cat's nose, his eyes widening at her boldness.

"Listen you, you, mangy cat!! Monsieur Rat is not anyone's dinner, or breakfast, or lunch for that matter. He is a friend." She took a stepped towards, as he stepped back.

"I don't care if you were hungry."

Cat's ears flatten.

"Or any other reason."

Step forward, step back.

"You will not come into my parent's yard and be so rude!" Marinette stares right into his eyes.

Cat eye's were wide. He hadn't expected such a burst from a cat. Especially not some house cat who called her owner's her 'parents' and wore a pink bow.

Cat snorted. "Parents? How appawling. They're just humans."

Marinette felt her fur bristling from the comments. Finding strength she pushed him towards the tree until his back hit the trunk. Not breaking eye contact Marinette stood on her back paws.

"You can insult or make fun of me all you want, but you do not dare go insulting my parents. Or go around trying to eat my friends."

Backing off , she pushes away from him, still glaring. "Now I suggest you leave, Monsieur Cat."

Cat gulps. "Fine, I'll leave, sorry for trying to eat your....friend."

He slides down, all four paws on the ground and walks towards the fence. Hopping on the trash can then to the fence Cat took one last look at them. Catching her glare, he stuck his tongue out at her.

"By the way I'm not Monsieur Cat," he shivers at the name. "The names Chat Noir."

Then he hops over, vanishing from view.

Watching him leave the anger dissolves quickly as worry sinks in. Turning around fast she made her way back to Monsieur Rat. Who was still standing there in shock.

"Monsieur Rat, are you all right? He didn't actually hurt you or anything?" Marinette begins to fuss and look over him for any scratches or cuts.

Shaking from his stupor Monsieur Rat is quick to assure Marinette. "Oh no, I'm fine! Shocked and terrified, but fine!" He gently places a paw on Marinette's leg. "Thank you for saving me, Marinette. You were absolutely brave and stunning!"

Embarrassed from the praise Marinette bows her head. "O-oh! No need to thank me, there was no way I was going to allow him to harm or eat you. You're my friend, Monsieur Rat,” Marinette said.

She looks at him, tilting her head as her ears twitch. "And friends look out and protect one another."

"Well I'm in your debt, I simply must repay you!" Monsieur Rat crosses his arms in thought. "I know! How about I got out and see if I can find those fashion magazines you like so much?"

Marinette's head snaps up. "You mean my favorites? The ones with Gabriel Agreste?"

Several months ago Marinette discovered the world-famous fashion designer from over hearing her parents and customers occasionally talk about him. Tom and Sabine weren't huge fashion fans, but they caught on early that their beloved cat had taken an interest in the magazines, news articles, and news broadcast of the man. So every once in a while they would bring home Marinette a magazine.

She couldn't read, but that doesn't mean she loves looking at the photos. The designs were gorgeous.

Monsieur Rat excitedly nods his head. "Exactly! It would be an honor to bring you one!"

Marinette took a moment to ponder. Well she guess it couldn't hurt, and she had over heard a customer there was a new magazine article out. "Alright, Monsieur Rat, I accept!" She agrees.

In response Monsieur Rat whoops and jumps. "Thank you, Marinette, I shall scurry off and be back with one before sundown!" He scampers off, stopping at a hole in the fence to wave goodbye to Marinette.

Marinette raises a paw and waves goodbye return.

Ears flattening as she recalls Chat Noir and hopes Monsieur Rat doesn't run into him on his search. Sure he said he wouldn't. However he agreed within the fence, Monsieur Rat was outside now. She couldn't guard or protect her friends out there.

Laying on the grass underneath the shade of the tree, Marinette decides she would wait outside until her friend returns.

#miraculous ladybug #jaydens writing.txt #ml #adrienette #love square #monsieur ramier #my first multi chapter in such a long time

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drakewalkerfantasy · 6 years ago

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The night is not over yet (Beckett x MC) NSFW

Pairings: Beckett x MC (Maeve)

Words count: 3270

Author’s Note: This happening 2/3 months after Drowning, but before Lá Bealtaine. It’s kind of my thoughts what could have happened after their endeavour in chapter 14. Please let me know, if you want to be removed from tag. This will be NSFW on later stage.

Warning: It may contain a little bit rough oral sex also mentioning of seed swallowing, so please read on your own risk. If you feel uncomfortable please don’t proceed.

Raiting: NSFW/18+

Tagging: @elles-choices @fluffy-marshmallow-heart @walkerismychoice @tmarie82 @harrington-sinclaire @darley1101 @damienazarionos @boneandfur @littleblossom-18 @too-many-choices-too-little-time @scgdoeswhat

- Happy Birthday, Mae, - whispered Beckett smiling at her with tenderness. His eyes roaming over her body hidden by the layers of clothes, once again. The soft moonlight glowing in her tousled honey hairs, her lips rosy and plump from all the kissing they had.

They sit on the edge of the lake for a little while longer, their bodies pressed closely together, their fingers intertwined, before reluctantly heading to the party. They were silent all the way to the Roost both trying to find the words, but not sure how to start. Both are lost in their own thoughts, so close to each other and so far apart. This was already several months since the day they started to date. But since than stolen kisses, stolen moments alone and stolen touches was all what they had. Tonight was the closest they came in they relationships to each other, craving and wanting for this to happen. But, as it happened many times before, they were interrupted. She wanted him, and she knew he felt the same. She sighed, he was so bold with her at such moments, but as soon as these moments passed, he became the same Beckett Harrington, the one who was unsure and awkward in expressing his feelings.

After following the path so familiar to them both, they finally stopped to the halt.

- Mae, I… if this will be okay, if I call it a night?

- Ohhhh, - disappointment flowed in Maeve’s voice.

- You know, that tomorrow are the start of our finals. So I need to go over some of my books.

- Sure… finals, - she sigh, but nodded kissing him lightly on the lips, - see you tomorrow?

She was ready to leave, when Beckett’s strong hand tugged her firmly back to him and his lips found hers, kissing her passionately, deeply, not letting go. She could feel his excitement pressed into her lower abdomen becoming even more obvious. He kissed her until both of them started to lack an air and become dizzy. They breathing became heavy, their foreheads pressed to each other, panting. They stayed so for several minutes before he released Maeve from his embrace.

- Happy Birthday, Mae, - Beckett added hoarsely, before he turned around and left.

He walked quickly along the dim long corridors, lit only by the moonlight glow sneaking through the massive windows. It was already late, but Beckett still hoped to get his study done before tomorrow’s exam. Unconsciously hoping that this will take his minds off the girl who occupied them constantly. He could still feel her warm breath on his lips, when they met in a kiss just a moments ago and it felt like a thousand of fireworks just exploded above them, hiding them from everyone in a billion of metallic sparks. Her sweet, but subtle scent of wildberries and lavender hover over them bewitching him and mesmerising, forcing him to forget everything and surrender to her. Beckett could feel that he gets excited again, forcing himself to stop thinking about her. He speeded up, trying to get to the safety of the library as soon as possible. He could feel, that the last restraint he had starting to crumble. And Beckett could swear that as soon as this restraint will stop holding him back, he will run back to her making something that she probably will regret the next day. He could see the massive oak doors appearing in front of him, thankfully the librarian has left for the day and the door wasn’t closed what made it easier for him. He slipped inside, quietly closing the door behind, his back firmly pressed to it. Beckett sighed with relief, blocking all the thought about everything and everyone behind this doors. Slowly starting to move along the aisles, his fingertips grazing over the books’ bindings looking for the ones he came here for. The antique books’ smell usually soothing him now reminded him of the totally different scent, the one that made his blood boil in his veins. His heart started to beat faster echoing loudly in the dead silence of the library. His breath quickened from the memory of his fingers grazing lightly along Maeve’s bare skin just an hour ago. He stubbornly tried to resist his desires, taking several books over to the big oak table placing them carefully in front of him. He sat down with firm determination to focus, starting to browse through the ages of knowledge hidden in this books. But every time he tried, he failed hopelessly. Every rustle of pages sounded as her soft whispers to his ears. Every letter blurred out turning into her beautiful face in the cold light of the moon with golden hair tousled in the wind. Every page was filled with her scent enveloping him. Every touch to antique binding felt as her silk skin under his fingers, forcing him to groan in the silence. He could physically sense her presence pushing away the knowledge of generations, filling everything with the single thought pulsating with the blinding light. He could feel his manhood hardening making him shift in his sit. He can't help, but reach to the crotch palming it through the pants letting out a frustrated sigh. He can feel how burning desire consumes him and he cannot focus on nothing else except of throbbing hardness between his legs. Beckett slowly closed his eyes imagining Maeve’s small hand palming his thickness through his pants, running her gentle fingers over his length. His hand slides over his shaft making the path he dreamed that she would make one day. He groaned quietly still trying to fight his primal needs, but his body ached for release not leaving any opportunity to focus. Now every single cell of his body was pulsating by her, leaving no restraints within him.

Struggling he unbuckled his pants with a shaking hands and pushed them down below his knees, his manhood snapped to the fool erection. Groaning he took his dick into his hand, running his fingers over his shaft. He could imagine Maeve gentle hand sliding over his hardness, her thumb rubbing his head. He groaned feeling his own thumb running over rubbing the tip of it. His hand started stroking up and down his length, moans filing up the room and his head thrown back. He could almost feel Maeve's warm little mouth wrapping around his hot, engorged cock. Their eyes locked while her head bobbing back and forth, her eyes sparkle with unhidden desire. He would give everything to see this gaze on him. He bucked his hips toward his hand, stoking faster and faster as his imagination and fantasy became more alive. A throaty moans filing the room, while he was totally and completely absorbed in a sensations of approaching bliss not noticing anything around him.

Meanwhile, after Beckett left, it took Maeve another several moments to recover before joining her friends to celebrate. Her eyes lingering a bit longer on Beckett’s muscular back before opening the secret trapdoor. When the time was close to midnight and after having a couple of drinks more, she also decided to call it a night.

Excusing herself she started to wander through the dark empty hallways lit only by the faint glow of the moon. Her quite footsteps in silver lace ballet flats made not a single sound. Her moon blue knee lengths dress dancing while walking. She slowly went toward the library even not realising this. Her every single nerve and bone within her body craved to be closer to Beckett and after a tiny glimpse of what could have happened but didn’t, she subconsciously went to the only place where she would feel closer to him.

Quietly she sneaked to the door and froze, seeing what she never expected to see. Maeve’s hazel eyes gone wider, her breath hitched and hands started to reach for the handle, sneaking in unnoticed. She slowly approached to the big oak table, her eyes like enchanted were fixed on the man in front of her, her mouth grows dry like in a desert - moments before feeling with a waters of desire. Maeve could have sworn her heart have almost stopped, watching Beckett’s hand move up and down his shaft the groan escaping his throat. Coming closer she could clearly hear his breathing becomes quicker and he moans her name: “Mae...” Biting her lips she slowly sank to her knees in front of Beckett, still unnoticed by him. Her hairs were sliding in thick waves over her shoulder, her heart was racing and she felt lightheaded just from single thought about what she about to do. Her hungry eyes roamed over his long and thick cock, her warm breath tickling his sensitive skin making his eyes fly open in an instance and release his manhood.

- Mae..., - hoarsely groaned thunderstruck Beckett, feeling terrified, that she would caught him doing it. He could feel blush creeps up his face, watching her hand cupping his heavy sac beneath his shaft.

- Hush, - she murmurs emboldened by amount of drinks she had, starting slowly massage his balls looking him straight into his eyes. Her cheeks are flashed from shyness and amount of alcohol in her system. Maeve’s palm gliding over the shaft circling it on the tip, lightly gripping it in one hand and starting to stroke, slightly twisting her hand as she moves all the way down to the base. Her eyes never leaves his, her breath hitches, her hand’s movement mesmerised him.

- You don’t need to, - he groans shaking his head, trying desperately to take control over his desires. Hearing his own blood roaring in his ears and his heartbeats ringing through the dead silence of the room interrupted only by their breathes and the sound of her fist rhythmically sliding over his hard cock.

- Oh, but I want to, - she slyly smiles at his surprised face, biting her lower lip seductively. Maeve’s eyelashes fluttering, before her hand slides down and she slowly starts to massage her clit using big flourishing strokes, coating her fingers in her own juices. After awhile, not taking her eyes from his, she brings her hand up rubbing her juices on his shaft. Painfully slow she run the tip of her tongue around his head, still sliding her hand up and down his shaft.

- How do you want it? - she murmurs, - what do you want? - she asks huskily.

- Let me show you what do I want first, - breathed Beckett surrendering to his desires, easily lifting Maeve from her knees and putting her on the desk, his breath rasping, - and then... and then I will show you how do I want it.

He slowly leaned toward her not breaking they eye contact, lips gently sliding over her jaw, planting wet kisses’ trail there. His lips moving lower along her slender neck peppering it with kisses. Maeve moaned arching toward him, wanting so much more. She felt his strong hands under her dress sliding higher to her hips, raising her dress up. His mouth stopping in the crook of her neck sucking on her sensitive spot, while his hand painfully slow slides along her inner thigh higher. He hears her gasp when his hand find her wetness, and exhales in surprise when his fingers lightly graze along her bare folds.

- When? - hoarsely asked Beckett against her neck, imagining her walking like this around the campus, imagining her pussy becoming wet while he kissed her passionately just an hours ago. His fingers continues rubbing her folds, thinking of her dancing like this among their friends.

- After we were interrupted..., - she gasped thrusting her hips toward his fingers, - near to the lake...

Following her lead, Beckett slowly enters one long finger inside starting to move it gently, his lips began to slide up her neck looking for her rosy sweet lips, running his tongue over them and capturing them in a tender kiss. Not rushing he starts moving his finger inside of her, entering deeper inch by inch. They breaths mingled, their tongues rolling over each other. He gets drunk by her scent, by the movements of her hips and by the golden light radiating from her body. He adds another digit in her, starting moving faster, kissing her deeper and more fierce, they tongues battling, his hand pressed against her lower back pulling her closer not stoping to pump her wetness. He can feel her slick, wet walls coating his fingers with juices. She moans against his lips, feeling him breaking their kiss breathing heavily, his eyes are dark with desire. His gaze meeting hers equally burning with lust. He takes his fingers out making her whimper in protest, running them over her folds spreading the moister all over them. Maeve shifts her hips closer to his touch begging for him. His hand slowly moves from lower back to rest just above her breasts leaning closer to her, grazing lightly his lips over her hardened peaks sticking through the thin material of the dress. He flicks his tongue making her arch toward him moaning in ecstasy. He start sucking her bud taking it inside his wet mouth, sucking hard then licking it. He lowers her dress, exposing her breasts, his lips and tongue moving rhythmically dancing over her peaks, alternating between them. His finger still massaging her damp folds, he can hear her breath getting faster and faster. Her hips moving in sync with his fingers. Lifting his head he can see her head thrown back and her eyes half-lidded. This sight of her completely dissolving in pleasure because of what he is doing, emboldens him even more. He slowly leaned down pressing his lips to her wetness, wrapping them around her swollen nub sucking it gently, running his tongue in circles. He rhythmically moves his tongue around her clit, his speed increasing with every movement. His fingers gently stroke her folds, pressing them firmer to her, before sliding them inside of her wetness steadily pumping her wet and eager pussy. He starts moving faster and deeper inside of her sweet wet pussy. Maeve’s breathing becomes faster and her skin starts to glow in the dim light of the library. He could feel how close she was to fall over the edge, watching her juices running down his finger. He looks at her bewitched by her incredible beauty as she looks like unearthly being descended to earth. Her golden hairs fallen over her shoulders, her skin glowing with warm light coming from the inside, her head is thrown back and her eyes are half-lidded in pleasure. His tongue gently licking on her swollen nub, sucking on it, making her cry in pleasure. His tongue swirling around her clit, making her inhale sharply, her body shivering under him and her pussy starting to pulsate around Beckett’s fingers coating them in her sweet juices making her fall apart onto thousand pieces. He lazily continues to swirl his tongue over her sensitive clit, feeling shockwaves of her orgasm cursing through her. Finally Beckett’s moves away watching the golden glow fade and her breathing returns to normal. She lifts her head looking him straight in the eyes, her pink tongue runs over her swollen lips.

- Now tell me how do you want it - murmured Maeve gently pushing him back in a big chair, sliding to her knees in front of him. Her hand cupping his heavy sac and her eyes sparkle with unhidden desire, the one he longed to see for such a long time.

- Are... are you sure... you want me to... , - he asks, swallowing, watching her to smile seductively at him. Her lips moving closer to his shaft and her voice just barely above the whisper: - Does it look like I don’t want or I’m not sure? - her tongue slowly runs up and down his shaft, watching him closely, - tell me how you want it, - she asks once more.

He groans reaching down and stroking her golden hairs, gently grabbing them and lightly pulling her head back. They eyes meet with equal desire and lust. “Tell me how”, she mouthed, biting her pink lips in anticipation, her breathing rasped.

He leans closer to her, his lips barely touching her ear.

- I want you to take it, nice and slow, to get used to it, - he whispers into her ear, his warm breath tickling her sensitive skin making her nose wrinkle with giggles, - Then, when you will get used to me, I want you to take me as deep as you can, letting me take control over you, - he groans into her ear, biting it lightly and leaning back into his seat.

Her pink tongue slid over her lips and tentatively touched the tip of his shaft. One hand caressing his balls while another gripping the base of the shaft and working it up and down. Her eyes are fixed on his, watching him half closing his in pleasure. Slowly she starts circle the head of his manhood with her tongue, taking it into her mouth and sucking urgently, tightening her grip. She can feel Beckett’s hands clutching at her thick hairs guiding her up and down his shaft, sinking in her moist warm mouth, making her take him deeper. His guttural moans of pleasure fills otherwise quite library. He thrust forward hitting the back of her throat lightly. Maeve’s lips making slurping sounds of pleasure, working up and down his shaft. Her tongue lightly swirls around the head of his manhood on the outstroke, sucking him back in. Her small hand working in sync with his thrusts and her own mouth. She can hear his breathing becomes rasped and his thrusts more forced and irregular, feeling how close he is to his own pleasure. She picks up the pace starting to work her mouth faster on his shaft, sucking and licking him. She can feel his manhood swell and his muscles tense inside of her moist mouth, thrusting deep inside and hitting the back of her throat. His hot salty seed shoot deep inside of her mouth making her to swallow every last drop. He bucking his hips to meet her mouth for the last time before sinking back into chair. The distant shockwaves still cursing through Beckett’s body before he opens his eyes to meet her sparkling in the dim.

A shy smile playing on her lips. He reached over to her silky hairs stroking them gently, slowly moving to cup her cheek gliding his thumb tenderly over it. They eyes meet and she moves her face to graze her lips over his palm, making his heart to tremble in his chest.

- Mae..., - he whispers lifting her up from her knees easily and sitting her on his lap arms around her waist pulling her closer to him, - Do you reg...?

- Not even, for a second, - she whispers to him knowing perfectly well what he wanted to ask her. They sit this way for a bit longer enjoying the quietness of the night and closeness of each other. Standing up, she started pulling his trousers back onto his hips while he took care to adjust her dress. Meeting his gaze, she gently takes his hand in hers and starts leading him toward her dorm. Her heart still pounding in her chest with anticipation of what will come next.

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