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tarabyte3 · 2 years ago

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I Want You to Show Me Weak

Fandom: Andor

Pairing: Kino Loy/F!Reader

Chapter 8/27 (4.3k words)

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Summary: You're pretty sure Kino Loy hates you. He screams at you, grabs you, and shoves you against the wall, and it's becoming a problem because, well...it shouldn't fluster you as much as it does.

Warnings: Explicit rating, Smut, Prison, Prison sex, minor non-graphic injuries, Dom/Sub, sexual tension, dirty talk, praise, hair-pulling, light choking, unprotected sex, oral, angst, orgasm denial

A/N: Here's some more smut before we had back into the week. ❤️ Work title is from "Poison" by Vaults. Chapter title is from "Undisclosed Desires" by Muse. Previous chapter links up above.

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Chapter 8 - I want to satisfy the undisclosed desires in your heart

Dinner is actually quite good after the regular, unflavored mush you've been eating for months, even if you stand by your statement that Kino's hands on you is better. And tonight you get both. Taybus raves with excitement down the hallway the entire time you're all eating, which is oddly endearing. It makes it feel like a celebration amongst the group of you. Sometimes you forget how young he is.

Afterwards, rather than pacing and moving to sit on every surface in your cell a dozen times while you wait for the time to pass, you decide to wander the hall. Maybe even be social. Because waiting is driving you slowly mad with impatience. And honestly, with arousal as well. You're so worked up, you might spontaneously combust, and not in the way that you'd like.

You spot Kino leaning on the wall next to his cell, where he is alone and supervising the hallway chatter with a glare. And you can't help yourself. You find yourself drawn to him. So you nonchalantly walk over and lean next to him, but not too close. Just close enough to talk and look casual. He doesn't say anything at first, so you just look around with him at everyone grouped together and laughing. The companionable silence is nice, but so is seeing people forget where they are, even for just a moment.

Finally he sarcastically grumbles, "Sorrek looks pleased to see you over here."

"That's just Sorrek's face."

He gives you a grumpy look and you think about how that would have killed at the table.

"Sorrek actively helped us get first, by the way. Even knowing he was helping me put you in a good mood so I could, as Alis put it, 'get laid.'" Kino glowers at the phrase, but still doesn't say anything. "The weirdest fucking way I've ever heard of someone giving their blessing."

"Thank god." There's relief on his face. "I was a little concerned that was going to eventually be a confrontation."

"You were worried about Sorrek?" You chuckle. "But he's so sweet."

He glances at you in surprise for a moment before you watch some sort of understanding dawn on his face. "You don't know why Sorrek is in here, do you?"

You open your mouth to say that yes you do, but when you try to think of the answer, you realize you don't actually know why Sorrek is in there. "Oh. I guess…I guess I never thought about it," you shrug.

"Sorrek used to be a ring fighter. A very good one, until he retired. He's in here for beating the shit out of a guy. There was a rumor going around for a while that it was his daughter's boyfriend." Kino grimaces. "So you understand my concern."

Your jaw drops and you stare at him. "Sorrek?? Like, my table Sorrek?" Kino nods. "The guy we call sad dad Sorrek?"

"The one and the same."

"Well shit." You look over at Sorrek like you're trying to fit these two images of him that exist in your head into the same person. He's just patiently listening to Alis tell a story that looks engaging given how animated he is over it. His posture is relaxed, hunched over—timid almost. You can't imagine him hurting anyone.

"Yeah."

"He does look like he used to be pretty muscular," you say thoughtfully, "I just never would have guessed." Then you grin at him to lighten the mood. "I wouldn't have let him beat you up, though, don't worry." Kino just huffs and shakes his head. To anyone watching, it looks like you're actively annoying him, which you suppose only works in your favor. But there was something else about Kino's comment that caught your attention.

"What are we?"

"What?" He asks without looking away from his close examination of other people's conversations.

"You and I. Are you…are you my boyfriend?"

He tenses up next to you. "I, uh…I don't…" He clears his throat. You feel a stab of disappointment, even though you aren't particularly sold on the idea either. Which is silly, you tell yourself. If you had reacted that way, he was also allowed to react that way. Even if it did sting a little.

"Don't worry," you give him a reassuring smile, "we don't need to put labels on anything. It's not like this is normal. And it feels weird calling you a boyfriend, anyway."

Down the hall someone laughs loudly and Kino straightens up in case he has to go yell at them to keep it down, but they get shushed, so he relaxes back against the wall. It's quieter again for a minute.

He shifts uncomfortably. "Would you like to put labels on it?"

"I'm fine for right now," you sigh. "Though I should warn you that's what everyone at the table calls you." You want to rest a hand on his arm to reassure him that it really IS okay, but out in the open like this feels forbidden. So you keep your hand to yourself. "Honestly, I had the same reaction the first time I heard it. So, whatever I guess."

He turns to truly look at you then. "Labels don't change anything about this."

You want to ask what this is, too, but you aren't ready to look too closely at it. Or examine what it says about you that you enjoy getting handled and humiliated by your prison manager. Even if he is really fucking hot.

You shift your stance, trying to will the sudden flush of arousal away because it's still nearly an hour until he usually comes to your cell. You notice him watching you out of the corner of his eye.

"Are you okay after that?" He sounds concerned.

You look at him in confusion. "Yeah, I'm fine. Why?"

"You just seemed…uncomfortable."

You have to bite down a laugh. "This has nothing to do with our conversation. I was just thinking about how sexy you are."

He gives you an unimpressed look. "Am I going to have to send you to your cell?" He asks, his voice low so no one overhears.

"That depends. Will you be joining me?" You reply, a little too hopefully.

"Not yet."

You try not to pout. "Then no."

"I could make you."

You feel a flush of heat that starts at your face and chest before traveling lower. "You could."

"I could make you sit still on your bed, your hands at your sides, and wait for me. All while knowing what will happen when I'm there, but being unable to do anything but sit and think about it." You gulp. "Actually…I think I like that idea."

Suddenly he pushes away from the wall and turns on you, his expression and posture rigid with anger. "What did you just say to me?" He shouts. "Go to your cell. Now!" Then he points a livid finger down the hall.

All of the conversation and laughter in the hallway vanishes. You give him a small, defiant glare because you cannot believe he's actually going to go make you sit and wait for him.

The thought also makes you weak in the knees.

Then your shoulders slump, all of your indignation gone, and you turn and shuffle back to your cell without a word. Dejected and delighted. "We'll talk about this later," he yells after you.

By the time you're back at your cell, the noise has mostly resumed and you have a self satisfied look on your face. You sit, back straight, shoulders raised, and your hands flat against your mattress on either side of your thighs, and you wait.

You feel every second of the forty seven minutes pass. You curl your hands, grip the edge of your thin mattress until you're white knuckled, flex your thighs together, press your feet down onto the floor, anything to distract you and allow you to squirm without squirming. You wait. You behave. For him.

When he appears in the open space, he doesn't hesitate in the hallway. He heads straight in until he's standing in the middle of your cell and completely out of sight. It's part of the show, you realize. The illusion of anger and punishment that he had promised. So that no one disturbs you for what is about to happen.

He takes in your posture, your flushed face, the way your hands are pressed flat on either side of you, and he looks pleased. "Did you behave?"

"Yes." You don't get up or move because he hasn't told you to, and tonight you aren't taking any chances. "I was very good," you say, breathless because your mind has been reeling with memory and possibility and working you into a near delirium of need.

"Good. Now stand up." His rugged voice draws you to your feet.

He walks towards you and you think he's going to pull you into a kiss like he did yesterday. Instead he squeezes past you, only brushing your arm with his, and heads for your bed. You watch over your shoulder as he climbs up and settles in with his legs out in front of him and his back against the wall.

"Sit." He points at the empty space between his legs. You move to crawl into his lap when he clarifies, "facing away from me."

You try to hide the disappointment on your face as you move into position, but that fades quickly when you realize how snugly you fit between his thick thighs. How your own legs look framed by his. Once you're situated, he pulls on your arms until you're reclined flush against his chest and belly. You lay your head back and rest it on his shoulder and take a moment to revel in how connected you feel like this. And his arousal is pressing into your lower back. You don't have to work to feel him this time.

"When you were thinking of this, what did you imagine would happen?"

You flush remembering how, with nothing to do or distract you, your mind had raced. "What didn't I imagine? I had an awful lot of time."

"That's not what I asked," he whispers against your ear.

"Realistically? Your fingers." You shudder and turn your head to face his neck. "Unrealistically? Your cock."

He sucks in a breath, which you can feel behind you as you rise with his chest, and he moves to rest his hands on your stomach.

"Hmm. What do you think you deserve?"

You hesitate. You know this is a test. He's giving you the opportunity to be either overeager or too reserved. Whatever happens next, whatever he gives you, completely depends on your answer. So you get creative instead.

"I think I've at least earned the right to touch myself while you watch." You reach for the hand that rests on your stomach, lay yours on top of it, and lace your fingers through his. "You'd have a pretty good view from there."

He's silent for a moment and you know it's your turn to catch him off guard. Finally, he responds, his tone more even than you would like, "I would."

"I would love knowing your eyes are on me." You place a featherlight kiss on the underside of his jaw. "Watching me."

He hums with satisfaction at your words and your attention. "That's a very good answer."

"Thank you." You feel the heat of a pleased blush on your face. "Could you…still touch me?" You slip the hand you're holding under your uniform top, and guide it up your stomach until it's positioned over your breast. Then you unlace your fingers and press his hand over it. He immediately begins to gently grope and knead you, and you lean into his hands with a gasp.

"Have I ever told you how clever you are?" He hisses. His other hand works its way under your shirt as well, and up to fondle your other breast under your uniform. The angle and movement leaves your stomach exposed so he can see how your core tenses and quivers in response to him.

"You inspire me." You whisper because you don't trust yourself not to start moaning loudly.

"Good. Now touch yourself for me." He kisses your temple, the scruff of his beard rubbing against your skin as you shiver in his arms.

Tentatively, you slide your hand down to your waistband. His attention is so focused on you, you could swear he's holding his breath in anticipation. You run your fingers along the stiff elastic, gliding over where it meets your skin, and you let your muscles flutter at the contact to tease him more than yourself. Then you lift the band, making sure to force and wiggle it down your hips a little to give you more room to work with, and slip your hand inside your pants. His own hands falter in their exploration of your chest.

You tilt your head so you're facing him again, and nuzzle and kiss his throat while your fingers find your damp folds. When you brush against them, you gasp into the crook of his neck, and he finally lets out the breath he's been holding as a chest deep groan. You repeat the movement, but with more pressure, and this time you can't help but whine back at him as you pass over your bundle of nerves.

His hands slide down to your ribs, then pull back over your breasts and nipples, and you arch into his palms. Finally, your fingers begin to move in a steady rhythm as you start to truly touch yourself for him, unable to resist any longer. Your free hand reaches back to find the nape of his neck and you run your fingers through the curls you find there. You love that there are parts of him that are untamable, even though he tries to present a composed and stoic facade to the rest of the prison, like the way he's grunting in your ear.

He releases your chest and roughly drags his hands down your hips and to your inner thighs. He strokes and kneads your flesh, but doesn't get any closer. Not quite where you want him, but just seeing his hands so near where your own is working against yourself leaves you whimpering and panting. You dip a finger inside yourself.

"Do you wish it was my hand touching you?"

"Yes, Kino," you whisper. "God, I wish it was your fingers inside of me."

"What about my tongue?" He growls.

You press your face against his throat to stifle a whine, and your hand picks up speed as his voice makes you desperate for more stimulation.

"Or maybe my cock?"

"Kino," you gasp, "I'm so close."

"Are you going to come thinking about me fucking you?"

"Yes!" You cry out and you can feel yourself quickly reaching that peak. Sense it edging closer and closer. Suddenly his right hand is clamping over your mouth, silencing you as you feel your control slipping. And then his other hand is sliding down the front of your pants and pushing your hand out of the way. His thumb immediately finds your clit and sets a brutal pace. Your head is held in place against his shoulder and his other arm is holding your hips down to keep you from thrashing in his arms.

Your climax is building, urgent and desperate now because he's touching you. He's going to make you come with his fingers. Just before you let go, he presses a finger deep inside of you, as far as he can sink into you. Then you're screaming, muffled by his hand, and pulsing your orgasm around him as his finger drives in and out of your entrance, and his thumb continues to coax every last shudder and wave of pleasure out of you. It rolls and rolls through you with every rub of your clit, longer than you thought possible, until it's finally too much. You grab his wrist to still his movement and he gently brings his hand to a stop, but doesn't remove it. He gives you a kiss on the crown of your head and takes his other hand away from your mouth.

You slump back against him, completely spent, and gasping for air. "Oh my god," you pant.

He laughs, the sound of it rumbling against your back, and kisses your temple. Then he slowly draws his finger out of you and you shudder because you're obscenely overstimulated. He gives your sex one last soothing rub, which seems more like him enjoying the feel of you under his touch, before pulling his hand out of your pants. You can see his middle finger glistening with your dampness. You hold the fabric of your uniform out so he can clean himself off, but instead he brings it to his lips.

You watch while holding your breath as he laps at it tentatively, letting his tongue linger for a moment as he tastes you with a satisfied hum. Then he puts the whole digit in his mouth and cleans it up himself. You can see his cheeks hollow beneath his stubble as he thoroughly works his tongue.

Your eyes flutter closed. "Fuck," you whimper.

He finally releases it with a sound slick with spit. "I think next time it will be my fingers and my tongue." You could cry at the thought. "Do you think that's fair?"

You laugh, a little hysterical. "Are you serious?! Do I think...Yes! I just had the best sexual experience I've ever had in my entire fucking life, and I did most of the work! I've never screamed before, Kino. I had your hands on my clit for like three seconds and I fucking screamed. You think I won't agree to your mouth on me next?"

He's been quiet as you've raved, so you turn to look over at him over your shoulder and he's giving you the smuggest look you've ever seen. And you can't even be mad about it.

"Yeah, you deserve that look. I don't think I can walk right now." You wiggle your toes and shift your hips experimentally, and the movement causes your back to rub against his arousal. He hisses.

"Oh." You sit up to look back at him. "What about you?"

"What about me?" He raises an eyebrow at you.

"Don't you want to…?"

"Of course I do," he growls. "But I'm not going to. Not yet."

"But why not?" You give him a perplexed stare.

"Because you haven't earned it yet."

"But this seems like a reward for you!" You protest.

He gives you a heated smirk. "Is that what you think?"

"...kind of, yeah."

He leans close and, in that low voice like the deep grinding of stone, he says, "We both know how much you're going to love sucking my cock."

Even though you just had an orgasm, you can feel another throb of arousal and your face flushes. Instead of denying it, you whimper.

"I can use my hands." You whine. "I can slip inside your uniform and jerk you off."

"Hmm. That's a good point. That should be another milestone." He teases.

You let out a cry of anguish. "Kino! No, please. I just want to make you feel good."

"You already make me feel good," he challenges.

"You know what I mean."

"I do. And the fact that you're so desperate for it right now proves my point."

You sigh, defeated.

He roughly grabs your chin between his fingers, his thumb just brushing your bottom lip. "Don't think for a second I don't want to come down your throat or inside of you. Or that I don't think about it constantly." You whimper and squirm. "How you would feel, what your face would look like as I fuck you." You try to lean towards him, to kiss him, nuzzle against him, climb into his lap, something. But his hand has you firmly kept in place. "Some things are just worth waiting for," he whispers.

At that you feel a deeper want. Something tender and affectionate that sends a flutter through your chest. It makes you feel exposed, suddenly. Like he is looking at you and seeing past the surface to the parts of you that you keep guarded. It makes you feel wanted and fucking terrified.

Your face softens. "Kino," you whisper back to him.

He pulls you forward until you're sitting in his lap again, but this time facing him. You greedily wrap your legs around his waist and hook your arms around his neck. You cling to him as he wraps his arms around your middle and kisses you. It's gentle and tender, and his lips are soft. There's the lingering taste of you on his tongue.

When you part, he sighs and smiles at you. "I've decided that you get to come again. Because I want to see you this time."

You blink at him in confusion because the moment had been uncharacteristically sweet and you weren't expecting that so your brain has to switch gears. Your still swollen sex, however, immediately throbs in understanding.

"You got first place, after all, you didn't talk back, and you listened beautifully. Didn't you?" He purrs.

You nod eagerly, the fog of lust settling back over you. "I did," you whisper.

"What were you trying to do last night?" He pretends to think about it and you bite your lip. "I think it was," he grabs your hips tightly and forces you to slide against his erection, "something like that."

You don't need to be told or ordered to move. You immediately climb to your knees to straddle him, sit back down on his length, and start rocking against him. No teasing, no savoring the feeling of him, just pure need as you rut against him. Because you yearned for this so badly and haven't stopped thinking about coming against his cock since he forbade you from doing so.

His eyes are on your face as promised, taking in every keen, every gasp, the parting of your lips, and every unfocused look into his eyes.

"Will you come with me now?" You murmur against his mouth.

"Not this time, pet. Soon." You whimper at the endearment because that's new. The way it sounds in his voice sends a thrill through you. You think you might love it. Then he gives you a hungry, searing kiss. "This is for you."

You nod, disappointed, but understanding and too far gone to beg. Your pace speeds up and soon you begin to tremble as your climax draws nearer

"Are you close?"

"Yes, Kino, fuck," you sob.

He pushes himself off the bed and lifts you with him. Before you can even register what is happening, you're flipped flat on your back, and he's hovering over you and between your legs. He bucks against you and your eyes roll back into your head.

One of his hands finds your hip and holds you in place so he can fully thrust against you like he did the night before, his length sliding against your clit. Only this time he leans down to messily kiss your neck and doesn't pull away.

You hook a leg around his waist so you can rock back onto him and match his rhythm, to feel him flex as he moves against you. If it wasn't for the fact that you're both still fully clothed and his angle isn't quite the same, you could almost pretend this is what it would be like to have him fucking you.

"Kino, I'm going to come," you whimper.

He growls and picks up the pace. "Good. I want to see your face when you come from my cock."

Then you're undone by your second orgasm. His words echo in your mind and his hardness grinds mercilessly on your nerves, bordering on painful even as your shockwaves radiate from your core and you dissolve in pleasure. It's exquisite.

When you come down from your high, he's stroking your hair and looking down at your face in awe.

"Hey," you murmur at him. He lets out a breathy chuckle.

"You were so good," he praises. "Better than I ever imagined."

Your hands frame his jaw and you look up into his bright blue eyes. "That's because you are," you pant, "so incredible. The sexiest man in the whole fucking galaxy." He doesn't say anything, just gives you a soft, half smile, kisses your forehead, and settles into your arms. The pressure of him on top of you feels nice. Comforting.

You lay there together for only a few minutes, basking in your afterglow. Then he sighs.

"It's late," he says softly. Regretfully. Your contentment is immediately replaced with a pang of grief. Because of course, after that, he still has to leave.

"Oh," you respond quietly, "I guess it is."

He presses a kiss to your temple, your cheek, your jaw, and finally to your lips. "I'll be back."

"I know you will." You smile. "And I'll be good for you."

His smile intensifies into something darkly proud and satisfied. "Good," he says in that familiar, gruff voice that leaves you spinning.

He climbs off of you without another word, straightens his hair and fixes his uniform, then you watch his posture become rigid and implacable. Kino Loy, Five-Two-D unit manager, you think to yourself. And he heads for the hallway.

"Wait!" You call out. He stops just at the step down, his back to you. After a beat you realize you didn't really have anything to say, you just didn't want him to go. Now the moment is stretching between you and becoming awkward and heavy, so you quickly blurt out, "Thank you."

He glances at you over his shoulder, his face unreadable. He nods once, and then he's gone.

You're alone again.

And without thinking, you lay back down onto your bed, settle in, and you wait.

A/N: I didn't mean for this to get slightly angsty at the end or for Kino to catch the feels, but here we are! He contains multitudes. And all of them are sexy. Enjoy a chapter meme to lighten the mood!

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luciferfemme · 2 years ago

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Eye of the Storm

Idiots in love, mutual pining, is this slow burn? who can say... inspired by my own post about butches in a storm.

I must be cursed, Sam thought, as she opened the door of her apartment to find them standing there.

Max Parker.

Arguably the dreamiest butch Sam has ever seen. Dark curly hair, smartly cropped so it’s short but still bouncy. Dark brown eyes, and the most charming smile. There isn’t a girl in the world they couldn’t have.

So it figures that they would arrive on Sam’s doorstep, in the middle of the biggest rainstorm they’d ever seen, sopping wet and somehow looking even more irresistible than ever. Sam huffed to herself.

“Would you like to come in?” She asked, standing aside. Max strode through the door and smiled. “Why are you so wet?”

“Thought I’d go for a jog,” Max said casually. Sam raised an eyebrow at that, not sure what to make of the statement, were they joking?

“As one does during a three-day rainstorm,” Sam replied. They had always had this sort of rapport ever since they had met at work a year and a half earlier. She wasn’t sure she would call their banter friendly exactly. More that, Max always said the oddest things. And Sam, well… Sam was a bit of a disaster. She had determined since meeting Max that she was to her great surprise more into women than she had previously thought. Learning from others in the office that Max was non-binary didn’t quite clear up her sudden confusion about her sexuality the way she had hoped it would. All she knew for certain was that she was absolutely attracted to this person and it made her act rather stupidly. Not that Max ever seemed to notice her like that.

Max was quiet, looking around her apartment casually. It was then that Sam realized Max had never been to her apartment. And she was pretty sure she had never given them her address or directions.

“You wanna take off the shirt so I can get that dried for you?” Sam asked without thinking.

Max nodded, taking off the white t-shirt they had been wearing without hesitation and handed it to Sam.

Sam took it, trying not to stare at the white tank top that was currently clinging to Max’s frame. Still soaking wet.

“Oh better do all of it then,” Max said taking off the tank top, then their pants next, a pair of tight black jeans, until they were standing only in a pair of boxers and their shoes. Sam took the clothes handed to her and for a brief moment, her mind simply ceased to function. She had caught the scent of Max’s cologne, and the sight of dark brown hair under their arms and a little trail of hair that went from their belly button and disappeared into their boxers and the combination had made her head fuzzy. She swallowed, sure she was drooling, and then as her brain at last caught up with her she turned on her heel and walked towards the laundry room and tossed Max’s clothes into the dryer, then turned around and left without turning anything on.

For their part, Max had taken a seat on her sofa, completely unbothered by their sudden nakedness.

Still caught off guard, Sam did her best not to gawk. “Um. I have a shirt you could borrow,” she said. They would be swimming in it, but it was something.

Max merely waved her off. “I’m comfortable…. Unless you’re…”

“N-n0, no. I’m not…” Sam could feel a blush creeping up her cheeks. She was not looking, she told herself. Staring at the floor, the walls, anywhere but in Max’s direction. “Would you like a beer? I really could use a drink.”

“Oh yeah if you’ve got one that would be great,” Max said with that same charming smile. Sam wordlessly got to her feet and made her way into the kitchen and tried not to scream. A half-naked adonis of a butch was currently sitting on her couch, half naked, and she was fairly certain she would spontaneously combust at any moment. Get it together, she told herself, taking a deep breath as she grabbed a beer from her fridge and a bottle of wine, and poured herself a glass. She downed it in one gulp, then poured herself another glass before she came back and handed Max their beer, her eyes fixed firmly on the top of Max’s head. She could feel Max looking up at her.

“You seem nervous,” they said.

You would be too if a walking wet dream had waltzed into your house and stripped! She thought but smartly did not say. “Nope. Perfectly fine,” she said, as she walked back to her own chair that was across from the sofa. “Only… I am curious, why you’re here.”

“Oh…I… um… I got into a fight with a girl I’ve been seeing.”

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.” Sam said.

“It’s my fault… see I have feelings for someone else but she’s not into me back.”

“I find that very hard to believe,” Sam replied, the wine already making her tongue looser than it should. This time it was Max who blushed. Sam smirked, she rather liked the role reversal. “In fact, I don’t think there is a single woman with a pulse, straight or otherwise who could resist you.”

Max’s eyes went wide at that. “I’m certain that’s not true.”

Sam snorted, “Oh please. Don’t tell me you honestly think you’re unattractive.”

“I mean… no I… but I’m not that irresistible.”

Sam gave them a look then. “Please, name me one girl in our entire office who wouldn’t give anything to date you.”

“Jenny in accounting for one.”

“Not what I’ve heard.”

“Tracy on the 3rd floor.”

“Oh She TOTALLY would.”

“You.”

“I… what?” Sam blinked, forcing herself to look over at Max, staring them in the face. They looked more earnest than Sam had ever seen them, and she didn’t know what to make of it.

“Would you?” Max asked.

Sam swallowed hard. “Would I what?”

“Give anything to date me?”

Yes. Her mind screamed. “I…” Yes! Max was still looking at her with a face she couldn’t place. Yes!! Her heart raced in her chest and her mouth felt dry. YES!!! “This isn’t about me.” Max gave her an odd look at that, but said nothing. She could never answer honestly. Max had been broken up with and was clearly emotional, and besides, they had already admitted they had feelings for another woman. She couldn’t hurt herself like that. “Are you hungry?” Sam asked changing the subject.

“Not really.”

“Oh,” Sam replied.

“But you should eat if you are.”

Sam hated eating in front of people, especially if they weren’t eating. “No, no I’m fine. Just… thought I’d offer. Of course you’re welcome to stay as long as you like. You can have my room and I’ll sleep on the sofa.”

“No, I couldn’t ask you to do that,” Max said.

“Don’t be silly,” Sam replied.

“You’re very sweet,” Max said quietly. “Kind of can’t believe some guy hasn’t swept you off your feet.” At this Sam laughed despite herself. “What?”

“I don’t think that’s gonna happen.”

“Why not? You’re gorgeous, any guy would be lucky to have you.”

“Now I know you’re drunk.”

“I’m not,” Max said. “Sam, you are incredibly gorgeous.”

It was all Sam could do not to blush crimson again. “Well I appreciate you saying so, but I don’t think that some man is gonna sweep me off my feet and to be honest I don’t even know if I would want that.”

“You’re an independent woman, that’s admirable.”

Sam would have laughed. “Why the sudden interest in my love life.”

“Just think you deserve it is all. Good people deserve good things.”

“Says the person I’m constantly being sarcastic to.”

“I think it’s funny. Besides some people are into that.”

“Yes I would imagine someone who likes bitches.”

“You shouldn’t talk about yourself that way,” Max said with a frown that Sam didn’t quite understand.

Sam smiled. “You’re incredibly sweet. And I’m sorry you think this girl you’re into isn’t into you back but I don’t know have you tried telling her how you feel?”

“It’s not that simple.”

“Isn’t it?” Sam asked. “It seems to me it’s as simple as saying to her, I like you.”

Max eyed her then, folding her arms across her chest. “Have you ever done that?” Sam considered this for a long moment, in a way she had just then, only Max just didn’t know it. She opened her mouth then thinking better of it closed it again.

“Well whoever she is, I’m sure she's into you too. But until one of you can be brave enough to make the first move you’ll never know.”

“I admire your optimism Sam. I really do.”

Sam barely resisted the urge to laugh, she wasn’t sure she would call it optimism, but it was something. It was then that she realized she hadn’t turned on the dryer and quickly ran to turn it on. When she returned, Max was still sitting there. For a brief moment, Sam allowed herself the impossible fantasy of imagining what it must be like to come home to someone like Max sitting on their sofa, watching tv. She could picture herself sitting beside Max, or rather, draping herself over them. Laying her head in their lap while the two of them watched something together. She knew such fantasies were dangerous. More than dangerous, they were ill-advised. She was torturing herself, and yet the way Max looked so at home there, how could she not allow herself to indulge just a little.

Max patted the spot on the sofa next to them, and Sam made her way over to the sofa. If she was smart, she would sit at the opposite end, it was still closer, and that way she didn’t have to work so hard to look away, then again Max was offering her a spot closer, and try though she might to ignore her desire to be close to them, she couldn’t help but give in. I might not ever get another chance to be close to them, she thought to herself, taking a seat.

All at once she felt guilty, like she was taking advantage of a kindness. After all, Max was just trying to be friendly, and here she was full of lust. It was all she could do not to immediately get up and run. “We should turn something on the tv,” she said quickly, grabbing the remote off the coffee table. “What do you like?”

“Anything is good with me,” Max replied. Max was looking at her, she could feel it, but she refused to look back. She was too close to those irresistible brown eyes and she knew if she faced them she would beg for Max to kiss her, just once. To put her out of her misery. She couldn’t bare it. Flipping through the channels, Sam stopped at the Food Network, a safe middle ground, and stared blankly at the tv for a long moment. She could feel that Max was barely paying attention to the tv and she wanted desperately to see what it was Max was looking at. But she couldn’t. She kept her eyes firmly glued to the tv.

After a few hours like this, it was late enough where they could plausibly say goodnight. Max got up, and stretched. Sam barely resisted the urge to sneak a peak as they did so.

“I just wanted to thank you again,” Max said.

“For what?” Sam asked, looking up into their eyes, a mistake, even from a distance they were stunning.

“Letting me stay here,” Max said. “You made an otherwise rough night very enjoyable.”

“I’m glad,” Sam replied. “You should really get some sleep though.

Max nodded, making her way back into the bedroom and leaving Sam alone on the sofa. Sucking in a deep breath, Sam stared at the tv, until she could no longer keep her eyes open, and fell fast asleep.

#my writing #original character #butch/femme

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chaoticevilbean · 3 years ago

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An (Un)Official List Of Things Only Anakin Skywalker Can Do

Originally written by Ayala Secura

Blow people up with his mind on accident

Anakin expressed concern over his lack of emotional control. He gave many examples of normal problems that can arise from this. He then casually added one that is not common, usual, or even plausible for known Jedi. From his recollection, he would often cause beings who enraged him to spontaneously and violently combust.

I did my best to reassure him that such things were considered unusual, but weren't reason for him to be fearful. At the time, I simply didn't wish to increase his worries. I did maintain that the exploding of beings is very bad, and that he should work on finding ways to productively release such strong emotions.

I apologize here for the "renovation" of the hangar. (Secura)

Hear as far as the length of the Temple (without meditation)

Amendment: Hear as far as the diameter of Coruscant (without meditation)

Anakin once again was expressing concerns over his lack of control. He also complained that it was causing him headaches. Upon my questioning, he explained that he could hear the younglings playing on the other side of the Temple. I tested this by having us stand on either end of the longest part of the Temple we could reach. I asked if he could hear me (without a comm) and he responded that he could (using a comm).

Later, when he was still within the Temple, I found myself on a mission with my Master. It was not a very rushed assignment, and I began humming. Upon my return to the Temple, Anakin asked me if I knew what song it was, humming the exact tune I had. Apparently, he had been walking with his own Master and had heard me, though he hadn't been focusing enough to identify what he was doing. (Secura)

Smell differences within water despite being a non-variant Human

Smell differences within air despite being a non-variant Human

He accompanied me to the Room of a Thousand Fountains. It was a normal walk through the gardens, until we came across one of the smaller ponds. He commented that someone had cleaned it recently. When I asked how he knew, he explained that it smelled different.

He and I were sitting within his quarters. We were simply chatting when he complained that someone had messed with the ventilation without alerting him or Knight Kenobi. He could smell the air was slightly different than before. As he put it, the smell wasn't the problem, but the lack of communication was.

Both instances, he couldn't elaborate on what exactly the smells were, nor how he knew what each one meant. He simply knows these things. When tested with some other Padawans, the only ones that came close to knowing such things were Nautolans, out of a base group of 15 species. The experiment is listed in the Archives as Liquid and Gaseous Change Detection. (Secura)

Eat death sticks without consequence

Both of our Masters brought us to the lower levels in order to fulfill a mission. Anakin and I were left in a corner booth, with instructions to remain there and cause a commotion if someone attempted to harm or harrass us.

I looked away for TEN SECONDS. Ten seconds, and he was being offered a death stick by a clearly intoxicated individual who had no sense of what should and shouldn't be given to a barely ten-cycle-old. Anakin had no experience with such things. He had no idea what he was being given, and managed to get instructions to pour the liquid into his fizzyglug within the fleeting moment I was not paying attention.

He consumed it, chugging the liquid when I attempted to order him to stop, and then take it from him when he didn't listen. The individual who gave him the death stick had the sense to begin to panic, finally realizing Anakin's youth. However, Anakin finished off every drop with nothing but a smile. I got our Masters attention, but even after taking him to the nearest medcenter and runnign multiple scans, there were no signs of any harm. I have received significant therapy for that event, and Anakin has since been informed to not take anything from strangers. (Secura)

Generate electricity on levels that a (non-variant) Human cannot perform (without a health declination)

He was making his hair do that weird static thing that Human hair does every time he got excited. He also kept causing screens and pads to glitch or turn off whenever he picked them up while in a similar state. A solution of temporary insulating gloves and frequent reminders helped him gain control. (Secura)

Communicate words through the Force with minimal bonding

Amendment: No bonding is necessary for this form of communication, and is possible within the expanse of the Temple

Amendment: Communication is possible over most distances

He asked me if Aayla was available to study (with the Force) because his mouth was full and he'd already been told off that day. (Vos)

Skywalker told me that my Padawan was experiencing a panic attack from across the Temple. No bond existed between us before or after the interaction. (Fisto)

Skywalker informed me of a mission delay over several systems. He explained later that he was attempting to prevent his Master's worry about informing the Council and knew I would inform the other members for Kenobi. (Windu)

Consume raw meat (without a health declination) despite being a non-variant Human

Nervous to eat lunch alone, he was. Asked to eat together, I did. Showed him the kitchens, I did. Ate five live frogs, he did. Proud, I am. (Yoda)

I handed him a rodent I had found within my quarters, asking him to hold it so I could call someone. I was going to call a being who could help me prevent further instances and get rid of this rodent. I needn't have worried about relocating or disposing of the creature, though. I remember hearing a loud squeal, then turning to find Skywalker trying to tear away the fur of the rodent. He had no notion that it was an unusual habit for a Human. (Ti)

Jump into the Temple vents without using the walls

Amendment: Without using any aid

Amendment: Jump in/out of the Temple vents and on/off obstacles of similar height without any aid whatsoever

He's proved this multiple times over various training excercises, and occasionally his attempts to avoid said excercises. There's footage of it from the Temple's cameras. He has no regard for safety when it comes to jumping off of ledges, cliffs, or roofs/out windows. Caution advisory does nothing. (Kenobi)

Send emotions through the Force without a bond

Amendment: Send emotions without a bond, over great distances, with extreme precision and without any meditation or prior preparation - such emotions will likely be magnified upon reception, and can cause fainting, among other symptoms

Upon the death of notable Jedi Master Pak'll Tiffn, I had decided to participate in their culture's traditional week-long mourning practices. Near the end of this, young Skywalker asked me why I seemed so "down". I explained my grief at the death of Master Tiffn, and he continued to question me on the cause of my "distress". When he discovered I had technically finished the practices an hour before, he sent such a strong wave of excitement to me that I found it hard to not smile for the following three days.

I also found myself wishing to work on starfighter engines, which I attribute to the excitement being of Skywalker's creation. (Tiin)

I had a migraine while on a mission. Skywalker sent me a wave of comfort that caused me to pass out. He has since been informed that he should not interact with Jedi in the field unless he is certain they are in a safe enough position to do so. (Windu)

Accidentally cause plants to grow at a visibly accelerated rate

Anakin fell asleep in the Room of a Thousand Fountains while attempting to meditate. Upon my arrival, I found the grass already past my knees in height, and several nearby shrubs beginning to flower. I write my apologies here to the caretakers of the Room, and express my gratitude that none of you commented on it. (Kenobi)

Accidental levitation whilst walking

Amendment: Accidental levitation whilst walking, running, and other movement in which one is not standing/sitting/lying in a singular place

Witnessed during sparring practice with Master Kit Fisto and Master Ki-Adi Mundi

Bypass shielding enough to receive a clear perception of a being's emotions

I was working through some guilt over a recent mission and the requirements to fulfill it. Anakin walked over and did his best to comfort me without any understanding of why I was feeling that way, but knowing exactly what I was feeling. Throughout our entire interaction, my shields remained firmly in place, and strong enough that he really shouldn't have been able to even know where I was.

Oh yeah. He came from across the Temple to find me. He bypassed my shielding from across the Temple, without realizing his actions, and did so with better precision than a fully trained Master. (Vos)

Carry items of any weight without strain from channeling

According to Skywalker, the only trouble he has with lifting all the furniture in his quarters is he has to focus on the act while also looking for his missing holopad. (Koon)

(regarding previous entry) Reminds me of the time he lifted all the ships in Hangar 6 in order to find a single wrench, which was in somehow within the vents. (Billaba)

Cause a building-wide power outage from a nightmare/vision

Incident recorded as Padawan-induced. (Nu)

Bite through beskar when curious

Taste the strength of metals

Skywalker is no longer allowed in the forges without someone actively supervising him and him alone. He saw a piece of beskar I had managed to aquire. He was curious about the ore, due to it being unknown to him. I caught him with it in his mouth like some youngling sneaking a cookie. Apparently it tasted really strong. I thought he meant the taste was pungent, until he said that even durasteel didn't taste as strong. (Ria)

Heal minor personal wounds immediately, within a few seconds and without discernible energy usage

Heal major personal wounds immediately, up to halving recovery time and with lessened energy usage

Incidents recorded in mission reports including Skywalker (Nu)

Accidentally mind trick crowds of 20 or more

Amendment: Untested limit of how many can be affected, although the effectiveness of the tricks varies between individuals, and can reach up to 50 beings (recorded)

Note to all those who may serve a diplomatic mission with Skywalker: he can safely diffuse mobs, protests, and other upset crowds. He will need time to calm his own emotions afterwards, as it is (theoretically) his increasing anxiety that causes such effects. (Fisto)

Learn a language after hearing it only once

Amendment: Anakin will not know this is happening. He will simply begin to speak the language back at whoever spoke it to him.

Incidents recorded in mission reports including Skywalker (Nu)

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

All Jedi are now welcome to add to the (Un)Official List of Things Only Anakin Skywalker Can Do. All editors are asked to put some form of a source, even if such source is simply a page-long rant about Padawan Skywalker's habit of not checking if a substance should be poisonous to him (condolences to Knight Vos).

Please also include some sort of identifier to connect each edit to the being(s) who created them.

Sincerest gratitude and condolences to all Jedi who find themselves editing this file. (Secura)

#star wars #anakin skywalker #fanon #jedi #jedi temple #aayla secura #quinlan vos #obi-wan kenobi #kit fisto #mace windu #saesee tiin #jocasta nu #ki-adi mundi #depa billaba #plo koon #shaak ti #yoda #minch yoda

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luxekook · 5 years ago

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𝗙𝗢𝗨𝗥 | 𝘬𝘵𝘩

⇥ pairing: quadruplet!taehyung x reader

⇥ genre: crack, smut

⇥ summary: in which the reader lives next door to taehyung… and his three brothers. she doesn’t realize they’re quadruplets until it’s just a little too late.

⇥ word count: 7.5k

⇥ warnings: 18+, cursing/dirty talk, alcohol, general chaotic energy [as usual], one hard dom!taehyung and three soft dom!taehyungs, sub!reader, pet name: kitten, smut (breast worship, oral [f receiving], bondage, spanking, slight degrading name-calling during sex, mention of daddy kink, ownership kink, four taehyungs lovin’ on the **READER** [***NOT EACH OTHER***])

⇥ beta’d by: the lovely phia (@meowxyoong) and the cutie ally (@ally-127), and read over by the iconic heath (@shadowsremedy)

The Kim Quadruplets:

Mic Drop!Tae as “V” Boy With Luv!Tae as “Vante” Pied Piper!Tae as “Hansung” ON!Tae as “Taehyung”

Of all the days to forget your umbrella, your brain just had to choose today. You cursed your faulty memory as you shuffled your drenched sneakers across the ‘Welcome’ mat of your apartment building. As someone who prided themselves on being prepared and dependable, you were thoroughly angry at yourself for dropping the ball. Lightning flashed through the windows of the lobby, but you barely flinched - already used to the noise after a lengthy walk home from work.

You worked part-time at a small indie coffee shop called ‘Grind On Me’, which was located halfway across town. The shop was owned by an eccentric middle-aged woman named Reese who still had not gotten over the tragic loss of Vine. The menu was full of references to the fallen application: “Oovoo Java”, “Coulda Dropped My Croissant”, “Avocado Toast, Thanks!”, and “Back At It Again With The Refill”.

The best part of your job was definitely fucking around with your co-workers Jess and Cal. Reese often scheduled the three of you together because your “combined chaotic energy” was “on-brand”. Basically, the three of you would spend your shifts roasting coffee and roasting each other, while Reese looked on like a proud mom. You loved it.

The rest of your time was filled with school. You were up to your neck in your studies; but, with just one semester left until graduation, you were more determined than ever to stick it out. As a literature major, you spent many hours hunched over your trusty MacBook, fingers flying across the keys. Creating new worlds and constructing well-rounded characters was intoxicating. Every new document was a chance to bring ideas to life, an opportunity to make someone laugh or cry, a possibility to both mend and break hearts.

But, your absolute guiltiest pleasure was writing romance - and not the lovey-dovey kind. No, you wrote the racy kind of romance: the heart-pounding smut, the kinky (well-written and well-researched) BDSM, the raunchiest threesomes. You always wondered what your professors would think if you submitted one of your erotic novels to be graded; but, for now, you settled for posting to your loyal audience on Tumblr and for fantasizing about someday fulfilling the filthy scenes you wrote about.

Your most recent fantasy was inspired by the rainfall. Kissing in the midst of a storm like people did in those cliché movies… fucking as the rain poured over you… hands sliding down your slippery skin…

“Woah.” Hands grabbed your hips, halting you from continuing to walk forward absentmindedly. You jumped, your mind jarred from your fantasy and back to reality.

“I am so sorry,” You breathed out, “My mind was somewhere else.”

“I’ll say,” The deepest and most divine voice you had ever heard sounded from the figure in front of you. You looked up, desperate to know the source of such a dulcet tone. You were not disappointed.

The boy was beautiful.

His skin was the color of warm honey, his dark eyes sparkled with bad intentions, his full lips curled into a sly grin. “I would pay good money to know what you were thinking about just now, kitten,” The boy’s grin widened, displaying a cute boxy smile that did nothing to take away from the implications of his words.

“I’m not your kitten,” You glared at the blonde boy in front of you, shoving aside both his hands and the traitorous warmth that bloomed inside you at the pet name. With those words, you sidestepped around him and trudged to go check your mail. Your heart flipped in your chest when you heard the soft pitter-patter of footsteps following close behind you.

“Ever heard of an umbrella, kitten?” You could hear his smile in his infuriating words, and you shot him a glare.

“Yes, actually. Have you ever heard of manners?” You bit out, punching in the key code to your small mailbox.

The boy’s laugh sent a shiver down your spine that you tried to rationalize as a chill. God, he was maddeningly handsome. You grabbed the small bunch of letters shoved in your mailbox and were so ready to hightail it out of there, when he grabbed your wrist.

The sight of his long fingers wrapped around your wrist made your mind flash to scenes of him holding your wrists above your head as he thrusts, hips swiveling and pounding into you… him holding your wrists behind your back as he kneels in front of you, tongue deep in your—

“Kitten.” Your attention snapped back to him, your eyes wide and your cheeks flushed. Fuck, you really needed to shut your inner ho of a writer off sometimes…

He winked, “Next time you’re going to have to share what’s going on in that head of yours. I’ll be seeing you around, neighbor.”

With those parting words, he sauntered out of the mailroom, flipping the hood of his grey sweatshirt up over his wavy blonde strands as he tugged his dark bomber jacket closer around him.

Neighbor?

You were so fucked.

A few days later, you still had not forgotten your blonde self-proclaimed neighbor, no matter how hard you tried. And, god, you had tried. No amount of smutty fan fiction or archaic romance tropes could quell your thirst.

You didn’t even know his name.

Jess and Cal had urged you to just knock on his door and introduce yourself, but you knew it wasn’t that simple. First, you had more than one apartment neighboring yours. You were not about to knock on each and every door in your hallway to find some mystery boy - even if he did call you kitten and smelled like summer nights. Second, you had already written so much filth inspired by your brief encounter that you feared you might not survive being in the same vicinity as him without spontaneously combusting or jumping on him.

And third, you were just so intimidated by him and his dominating presence. Even though you spent just a few minutes with him, you knew that you would have fallen to your knees before him if he’d demanded it… And he really looked like the type to demand.

Now every damn time you entered your apartment building, your eyes sought him out. You jumped out of your skin at every ding of the elevator, half fearing and half hoping he might be getting off. Your heart pounded whenever you walked down your hallway to unlock your door, waiting for him to swing open his own door to greet you with a smirk and some sarcastic words.

But, nothing had happened. And you were beginning to think he might have just been a rain-induced hallucination. Those were a thing, right?

You shook yourself out of your disastrous train of thought. Your shift at ‘Grind On Me’ was approaching, and you really needed to make some money. Rent, unfortunately, just didn’t pay itself. Tugging on your non-slip black sneakers, you made sure to grab your umbrella - just like you had the previous couple days, despite the clear forecast. You would not be caught out - or called out - again.

You push open your apartment door, shoving your umbrella deep into your tote bag and stepping out into the hall. You were entirely unprepared for the sight you were met with.

The boy from earlier that week was fumbling near the door across from you with what looked like an entire art store crammed into half a dozen reusable bags. He was mumbling about some Han character who couldn’t “get off his ass for one second to help him”. And, his hair was a bright shade of blue.

His. Hair. Was. Blue.

You must have made some sort of choking noise because suddenly he whipped around to face you. His wide eyes latched onto yours, and you couldn’t help but think that there was something peculiar about him today - even besides the hair.

A light flush bloomed on the boy’s face that you were sure was mirrored on your own tenfold. Shit, he really could pull off that shade of blue… Your eyes involuntarily slid lower to check out his white slouchy ‘CELINE” t-shirt, his black Adidas sweatpants, his bag hung casually off one muscular shoulder. You swallowed suddenly craving some water.

“Uh, hey, neighbor,” You waved at him idiotically as he continued to just stare. You lowered your hand and fought the urge to smack yourself for your lame actions.

The boy blinked and then smiled that same boxy smile as before, “Hi! I would wave back, but I’m kind of tied down right now.”

You let out a very uncharacteristic giggle, “And I would offer to help you, but I’m already late for work. Don’t worry, I have my umbrella this time.”

Grabbing your umbrella from your bag, you waved it briefly in the air before returning it to its resting place. “Bye!” You called over your shoulder at the bewildered blue-haired boy, “Love the new hair by the way!”

“Uh, thank you?” He called after you. As you stepped into the elevator, you swore you heard him say something about having good weather with no chance of rain, but you were too busy thinking about how nice he was today.

And about how he didn’t call you kitten.

You were so, so fucked.

When you got to work, you were immediately bombarded with questions from Jess and Cal.

Jess: “Wait. His hair is blue now? Does he look like a hot Smurf?”

Cal: “So, no “kitten”? Throws phone. Stomps on skateboard.”

You: “Did you just try to use the ‘So No Head' Vine out loud?”

Reese: "She sure did." *wipes away tear proudly*

They continued to clown on you for another hour while some of your favorite regulars filed in and out, grabbing their late afternoon coffees.

One of your particular favorites was an enigmatic individual named Heath. You, Jess and Cal were about 85% certain that Heath was a sugar daddy based on his regular order (the "Valentino Flat White") and the large amount of tips he always left (at least $20 for each barista on duty).

Another favorite customer of yours was Tay. She tended to skulk in the corner of the cafe, typing away on her phone and occasionally letting out loud bursts of laughter. Once, you had asked what she was writing, but she just looked at you like you had asked for her darkest secret. You figured it was something juicy.

Sighing, you checked the clock on the wall for the umpteenth time that evening - 6:50PM. Two more hours til you could go home, throw on some sweatpants, and drink a glass of cheap wine.

Wiping down the coffee bar, you heard a throat clear behind you. "Be right with you!" You called over your shoulder, placing the wipe in the garbage before turning to take their order.

"Oh," You gasped as you took in the new customer, "Your hair!"

"My hair?" Your neighbor that you had seen just hours before tugged his hands through his now-brown waves, "Is there something wrong with it..." His dark eyes flicked to your name-tag, “(y/n)?”

"N-no," You gulped, wondering what happened to the cute blushing blue-haired boy from earlier. Your neighbor really was giving you whiplash with his different moods. "What can I get for you?"

"Your number." His boxy grin was lethal, his voice was sultry.

You blinked at him. "You could have just knocked on my door later if you needed me."

His eyebrows flew up, "Oh really? I like the sound of that. You'd have to give me your address though, kitten."

"Very funny," You scoffed. Your insides turned to mush over the return of the nickname that you hated to love. "Now, seriously, what can I get for you?"

"Surprise me," He winked, handed you $50 and sauntered to a nearby table.

Gaping, you shook yourself out of your trance and got to work on his 'surprise' - an "I Thought You Were Americano".

"Who is that?" You jumped two feet in the air at Jess' hissed question. She was hovering right behind you as you poured the espresso into his to-go cup.

"My fucking hair chameleon of a neighbor!" You whispered back, conveying your panic, “Deliver this to him, would you?“ You tried in vain to shove the hot Americano into Jess' hands but she dodged your efforts.

"Oh no, bitch,” She laughed, "I am going to watch from afar as this plays out."

"Goddamn you," You shot her your best side-eye and stalked off to deliver the drink to your godforsaken neighbor.

The boy in question flicked his eyes up to look at you as you approached his table. He was wearing a flowy button-down shirt with at least four of the buttons undone, showcasing a tan and very toned chest. His legs were spread wide, encased in tight black slacks that left little to the imagination.

You gulped, trying not to imagine yourself perched on his lap and grinding into his hard––

"See something you like, kitten?" You jerked out of your daze and looked at his amused face. "I know I do."

You decided to be bratty. "Nope, nothing too impressive for me to see." You smiled sweetly as you deposited his drink on the table in front of him.

He licked his lips slowly, "God, if you were mine..." He trailed off, eyes narrowed on yours. Your mouth dried as the image of the two of you in a dark bedroom flashed into your mind. You sprawled out across his lap, his hands smacking your ass, your underwear pulled to the side…

“Yeah, you get the picture,” Your neighbor’s crooked smirk was downright obscene as his eyes flashed to your lips briefly. “I’ll see you later tonight, kitten. You know, when I come knocking at your door.”

With that parting remark, he stood, raised his americano in your direction, and strutted out the door.

You stood rooted to the spot, gaping after him for god knows how long.

“She’s gotta move at some point,” Cal’s voice vaguely sounded from the side of you.

“I don’t know,” Jess’ response sounded from your other side, “I once saw her stare out at a speck of dust for like fifteen minutes straight.”

That got you. “It was not fifteen minutes!” You defended yourself, “And it’s not my fault that I happened to be writing a coffeehouse AU at that time!”

Your friends cackled as you stomped back behind the counter.

Your friends were evil, and so was your neighbor, of that you were certain.

And you were so, so, so fucked.

Hours later, you were still thinking about your fucking neighbor. Why were you only meeting him now? Why was his hair always changing colors? Why did he fuck with you so much? Why did you like it?

All of these questions bounced around your brain as you entered your building, your eyes seeking out the boy instinctively. But, as before, he was nowhere to be seen.

You shuffled over to the ancient elevator and punched the 'Up' button a few more times than necessary. Something must be wrong with you. You were way too infatuated with your way too infuriating neighbor.

The elevator doors parted, and you automatically sighed in relief and disappointment as you entered the empty space. Pushing the button to your floor, you waited for the doors to close.

“Wait!”

A shudder trailed down your spine as you watched the doors re-open to let the subject of your thoughts onto the lift. He was wearing yet another outfit that was different from earlier - a white tank top with loose pants adorned with decorative zippers.

And was that a fucking tattoo?

There was no way you had missed that in your previous encounters. He must have felt your piercing stare because his eyes flashed over to yours. “See something you like?”

“You have a tattoo!” You blurted out.

“Um, yeah, I do. Nice observation,” Your neighbor looked at you weirdly. “Aren’t you going to ask what floor I need?”

“You and your fucking jokes,” You rolled your eyes at him.

The boy’s eyebrows shot up, and he looked at you intently, “Ah, so you’re kitten.”

Your insides into jelly, and you decided the safest tactic would now be to ignore him.

“Now, now, kitten,” He crowded your space, backing you up against the elevator wall, “It’s impolite to ignore your neighbor.”

“Well, it’s against the commandments to covet your neighbor, isn’t it?” You sniffed, pretending to not be affected by his sheer size and dangerous aura. The tattoo curling up his neck demanded your attention, and you only wished you could pay your respects with your tongue.

“I’m pretty sure they said something about coveting a neighbor’s wife… you’re not married are you, kitten? Got a boyfriend, girlfriend or partner that we don’t know about?” His breath mingled with your own, his lips so close to your own.

Wait, we?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the elevator’s arrival at your floor. Ducking under his corded arms, you scurried out of the elevator and down the hall towards your apartment.

Of course, he lazily trailed after you.

“I don’t see how that’s any of your business,” You shot over your shoulder at him as you neared your door. “We just met like two days ago.”

His grin turned feral, “Yes, kitten, of course we did. Hey, why don’t you come over for a drink? You’re right; we don’t really know each other. Let’s change that.”

You weighed your options. Hanging out with him could drive you absolutely crazy or it could lead to something you previously could only write about.

He lounged against the wall next to your door in await of your answer. He raised a hand to brush his hair out of his eyes, and your eyes caught a sudden flash of silver. Was that an honest to god nipple piercing you just saw?

All rational exited the building. “Sure, but only for a little bit. Let me just change real quick.”

“Great, kitten,” His eyes flared, “Wear something comfortable. Just knock when you’re ready.”

You just nodded mutely as you entered your apartment and then shut the door. What the fuck were you getting yourself into?

After ten panicked minutes of you running around your apartment in search of ‘comfortable’ clothes, you were poised to knock on your still nameless neighbor’s door. You glanced down at your cropped t-shirt, leggings and running shoes. It would do. Besides, you had your lucky lingerie on underneath just in case.

Before you could even knock, the door flew open. “I was beginning to worry you were just going to stand there all night, kitten.” Your neighbor pouts, “And then we wouldn’t get to have any fun.”

You rolled your eyes. “Aren’t you supposed to invite me inside?”

His lips twitched, “How vampiresque of you, (y/n).”

You smiled broadly, “If I was a vampire, I would definitely have killed you already. You’re really fucking annoying.”

He stared at you for a split second before throwing his head back and laughing. The amount of neck that was in your face was heavenly; and, suddenly, you questioned whether vampires actually had it right this whole time.

“Well, kitten. I’m Taehyung. Please, do come in,” He opened the door wider, still chuckling lowly, “Would you like anything to drink? I think we have wine and maybe some beer hiding in the fridge somewhere.”

There was that pesky ‘we’ again.

“Red wine sounds good, thank you,” You said, plopping yourself down on one of the deep wooden barstools lining the marble kitchen island. You watched as he poured two glasses and handed one to you. Just as you were about to ask if he had roommates, Taehyung held up his glass.

“Cheers to being very friendly neighbors,” He said, sitting in the stool next to yours and staring intently at you.

“Cheers,” You echoed, clinking your glasses together and then taking a sip. Your eyes widened both from the sight of Taehyung drinking – his throat tipped back, his eyes dark on yours – and the deliciousness of the wine. It was an intense ruby red pinot noir that somehow tasted of fruit and of smokey spice all at once. It was honestly so fucking good that you just knew it had to be exorbitantly expensive. You licked your lips, making sure not to miss a single drop.

Taehyung’s eyes latched onto the movement. “You know,” He murmured, “They say if you hold eye contact while toasting, you’ll keep having good sex.”

You almost spat out your second sip of wine. Just as you were about to risk it all and say you would actually have to start having sex for that to happen, a crashing sound echoed from the dark hallway to your left.

“Shit,” Taehyung cursed, glaring in the direction the sound had come from, “I need to go and check what that was. Are you all right out here for a minute?”

You shrugged and nodded, swirling your wine around your glass.

“Be right back,” Taehyung brushed his hand over your cheek for a split second before stalking down the hallway in search of whatever had caused the ruckus.

Your hand flew to your now-warm cheek. Fuck, were you really crushing on your cute neighbor with the mood-swings?

Ugh, you were.

You glanced speculatively around his apartment. It was so much nicer than yours… The minimalist but chic decor just screamed rich vibes. However, there were a few oddities that made you frown. Four sets of keys hung by the front door. Four sets of shoes were lined up in the foyer. Four different color coded markings were on the calendar pinned to the wall.

Four different versions of Taehyung smiled back at you from a photo stuck to the fridge.

“Hello again, kitten,” The low voice startled you from your internal panic. Reluctantly turning to face them, you cursed your own stupidity. The blonde version of Taehyung that you met a few days ago grinned back at you.

“Fucking brothers,” You moaned, slouching over on the kitchen island and placing your head in your hands, “You’re all fucking brothers.”

“Quadruplets, actually,” He unhelpfully added, “I’m V. You’re (y/n), right?”

“Were you all just eavesdropping on me and Taehyung, or what?” You knew your were being petty right now, but you felt blindsided by your own lack of awareness and the brothers’ obvious lack of tact.

“Kind of,” Blue-haired Taehyung exited the hallway, “Sorry, (y/n).”

It was honestly unfair how sweet Blue was. “It’s okay. What’s your name?”

“Vante,” He waved at you and grinned, “See? I can finally wave back now!”

If you could turn into a human version of ‘uwu’, you would have done so right then and there.

“Stop flirting with her, Vante,” Coffee-shop Taehyung enters the kitchen followed closely by the actual Taehyung, “Let me introduce myself, kitten. I…” He gripped your hand and brought it to his lips, “Am Hansung.” His lips brushed over your knuckles as the words poured out of his mouth.

You blinked at him as it clicked, “Oh, so you’re the Han that wouldn’t get off his ass!”

Hansung choked, dropping your hand as his brothers cried with laughter. “Who said that?” He rounded on his brothers, “Who?”

Vante shot you a desperate look; and, since you had already internally declared him your favorite, you kept the information to yourself. “I don’t see how that matters when you all clearly have been keeping me in the dark about the fact that there are four of you.”

“I mean,” Taehyung began, “Technically we didn’t not tell you. You just never asked.”

Your blood boiled, “And how the fuck would I know to ask? Should I have consulted a psychic? Scoured the census data? Kept tabs on the entire population of quadruplets nationwide?”

You stared down each of the boys. Vante and Hansung at least looked a tad sheepish, but Taehyung and V just looked amused.

“You were right,” Taehyung nudged V, “She is feisty.”

You contemplated your options: 1) Kill V and bury the body deep in the nearby woods, 2) Dramatically exit the apartment and never speak to these demonspawn ever again, or 3) Chug this miraculous tasting wine.

You chose option three.

No regrets.

Looking at each of them, you felt like you could be the stock image for the word ‘shooketh’. Fuck, you had thought it was overwhelming when there was just one of them in your mind. But, now? You were in full panic mode over the sheer amount of masculinity and identical good looks that surrounded you.

“You know what?” You said after draining your glass, “I really don’t like being made to look like a fool. And that’s what you all did to me this whole week.” You saw Vante open his mouth, and you cut him off, “Some more than others… but, still, you knew where I lived. You could have just introduced yourself separately.”

You stood, glancing over the boys’ varying degrees of pouts and sighing. “Yeah, I’m out of here.”

Making your way over to the door, you were suddenly cut off by V. He leaned heavily against the door, successfully blocking your smooth exit.

“V, move.”

“No, you need to hear us out, kitten,” He murmured, looking down at you with an intense expression you couldn’t quite put your finger on. “Could you do that for us?”

You spared a glance over your shoulder, and sure enough, the other three were right there. Vante stared at you pleadingly. Hansung shot you a wink. Taehyung snapped his gaze up to yours… Had he been checking out your ass?

Deciding not to pay them any mind, you turned back around to face V and shrugged, “Fine, two minutes.”

“Good girl.”

A shiver coursed down your spine. You didn’t even know which brother behind you muttered those two words, and, yet, perhaps that made it all the more thrilling.

V shot a glare over your head and then refocused on you. “Kitten, we’re sorry. We just really like to tease, and you made it so easy.” Seeing your glare, he continued, “We didn’t mean to make you upset. That wasn’t our intention at all… it was the complete opposite, actually.”

Taehyung moved in front of you, next to V. “Why don’t we start over? Come over for dinner tomorrow night at eight. We’ll have a proper introduction to our neighborly relationship.”

You mulled it over in your mind. Embarrassment warred with infatuation. Worst case scenarios clashed with the best of cases. Images of a dark bedroom with multiple partners contrasted with words typed on a laptop screen.

Finally, as the seconds ticked by, you decided to ask yourself: ‘What would your characters do?’

They would fuck them all.

“Okay,” You sighed, eyeing the two boys in front of you and then the two behind, “But you better make something edible.”

“Challenge accepted,” V’s eyes glinted wickedly.

“It wasn’t even––” You cut yourself off. Though you only had met V twice thus far, you knew it was virtually impossible to make him back down from anything he perceived as a dare. “You know what? Sure, it’s a challenge. I’ll be the Gordon Ramsey; you’ll be the crying contestants.”

A stifled giggle sounds from behind you that you suspect belonged to Vante.

“That mouth…” Taehyung muttered. His tongue swiped along his lower lip as he stared you down.

Suddenly, Hansung popped out from behind you and shoved his two brothers out of the way of the door. “Allow me, kitten,” He swung it open in a flourish, bowing as he cleared your way out. Your lips twitched. That boy was so extra.

“Thank you, Han,” You smiled and waved as you exited their apartment, “I guess I’ll be seeing you tomorrow night…” Walking the short distance across the hall to your own apartment, you unlock your door, step inside, and then turn back to see if they were still there.

They were.

All four of them peered back at you from their doorway. “Shoo!” You laughed, waving them away before slamming your door shut.

You were so, so, so, so fucked.

Four’s hands ghosted over your skin, caressing the dips of your curves. You shuddered as Three’s tongue slides across your pussy.

“You like that, kitten?” One asks, as he watches from the armchair in the corner of the room, “You like my brothers ruining you?” You weren’t fooled by his lack of participation; you knew One pulled the strings. “Answer me.”

“Yes, daddy,” You moan out as Two sucks one of your nipples in his mouth and asoidfjgioykl—

The ringing of your doorbell caused you to key-smash in panic. “Coming!” You called out, flustered over the interruption and over the filth you just wrote about your neighbors.

You padded over to the door and peered out the peep-hole. It was Hansung. Your breath caught in your throat as you try to push the vivid scenes you just wrote out of your mind.

Pulling open the door, you greeted him with a smile, “Hey, what’s up?”

“Hi…” Hansung trailed off, his eyes roving over your body. You glanced down at your typical loungewear - an oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts. Nothing too out of the ordinary. “Do you have any sugar?”

You stared at him with a deadpan expression, “Are you serious?”

“I don’t joke about sweets, kitten,” Hansung grinned, running a hand through his messy head of hair. You would have to add a scene to your story about pulling on it… “There’s that look,” he shook his head amusedly, “When will you ever let us know some of those thoughts?”

“Never,” You vowed and stepped aside so that he could enter your apartment, “Come on in. I’m pretty sure I have sugar somewhere. Sorry for the mess.” You wandered over to the kitchen area adjacent to your living room. Hansung was assessing your apartment with a critical eye, and you decided you needed to make this fast before he uncovered any dirty secrets.

Pulling open your baking cabinet, you scoured the shelves looking for that pesky ingredient. Flour, vanilla extract, chocolate chips…

“How is it that four boys don’t have any sugar?” You complained, leaning up to snag your bag of sugar from the very top shelf.

“We ask ourselves that all the damn time,” You knew Hansung was smirking even without seeing him, “We’re getting some now though… and later.”

“Well, good,” You turned to face him, “You better stock up so you don’t come bothering me every time you need some.”

He laughed, “Oh, (y/n), we’ll always want more.”

Rolling your eyes, you shoved the bag of sugar to his chest and pushed him towards the door to your apartment. “Out you go!”

“Oh kitten, I always knew you were sweet on me,” Hansung grinned widely as he stared down at the sugar you had pushed against his chest.

“Fuck off,” You groaned, letting out a slight chuckle despite yourself. “Now, go away and cook me a nice dinner. I’ll see you later.”

“Bye-e-e kitten,” he sang as he paraded back across the hall, “Wear something sexy for me.” With a wink, Hansung disappeared back into his shared apartment.

You groaned, slamming your door shut before sliding down it onto the floor. These brothers might be the death of you. Glancing up, your eyes settled on your laptop. Had it always been in that position? Was that how you left it?

Standing up, you walked over to where your laptop resides on your coffee table and closed it. You had a dinner to get ready for, after all. You didn’t have time to return to your story.

Alas, you really should have made time; because, little did you know, the open document on your screen had a new addition courtesy of Hansung… “That’s hot. Which number am I?”

It was 7:59PM; you were pacing inside your apartment.

You contemplated cancelling for the hundredth time that evening. But, momma didn’t raise no bitch.

With that in mind, you assessed yourself in the foyer mirror. The black midi-dress wrapped around your body like armor. The wings of your eyeliner flicked out like battle knives. The redness of your lipstick warned of the biting tongue that lie within.

Yeah, you looked ready for war, and it was perfect.

With that in mind, you trudged across the hall and knocked on their door before you could talk yourself out of it.

The door opened to reveal V in all his glory. His blonde hair was tousled, his eyes were dark. He looked at you as if he knew all of your secrets.

You bit your lip, “Um, hi?”

A slow smile crossed his face, “Hi, kitten. Please come in.”

You moved past him to enter into the apartment. Taehyung appeared and greeted you with a grin. “Hey, (y/n),” He purred, running a hand down your arm, “Glad you could make it.”

God, what was up? The tension in the room was palpable. You walked over towards where Hansung and Vante were plating dinner in the kitchen.

“Hi,” You greeted them. Vante jumped two feet in the air as Hansung smirked at you.

You cocked your head. Moving your eyes from one brother to the next, you caved, “Okay, what’s going on?”

“What do you mean, (y/n)?” V moved closer to you, “Is this not going as you wrote it?”

You stopped breathing. No, there was no way… but, your laptop had seemed to be moved. You shot Hansung a look in askance.

He grinned sheepishly, and it told you everything you needed to know.

“Fuck,” You turned away from them, “I’m so sorry. This is so embarrassing. I’ll leave.”

“Who’s One?” V’s question cut through your rambled apology.

“What?” You blinked, turning to look at him.

“Who is One, kitten? Is it me?” V moved right in front of you. You gulped. He smiled. “I thought so.”

“You see, (y/n)-kitten,” He continued, “You were right. My brothers and I? We’re a unit. We do everything together. We live together, we date together, we fuck together.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his words.

“We just want one girl to keep us all together, kitten… to be ours.” V murmured, twisting a lock of your hair between his fingers, “That’s what we’ve been searching for for so long.”

You finally found words at last, “And you think that girl is me?”

“We know it’s you,” Vante said, shyly approaching you, “And we’re going to show you why.”

He kissed you. You almost laughed over how cute, shy Vante was the first brother to kiss you. His kiss was gentle, but insistent in its movements. It was like he was pleading you to let him in both your mouth and your heart.

You crumbled. Your hands fisted his shirt and tugged him closer. His kiss ignited something in you that made you want more.

Your tongue darted out to run along the seam of his lips. Vante gasped, and your tongue slid inside.

As you continue to kiss him, someone moved behind you, his lips ghosted over your neck.

“Mm, baby,” Taehyung whispered against the nape of your neck, “You’re so beautiful.”

Taehyung ran his hands over your hips and tugged your ass flush with his crotch. You moaned into Vante’s mouth. Vante took advantage of your dazed state to slide his tongue against yours in a way that was so deliciously dirty.

Suddenly, Vante backed up, and V took his place before you.

His hands slid up your body, grazing the sides of your breasts before settling back down at the top of your waist.

He kissed you deeply, differently than Vante. The slight roughness of his touch was new, and it seemed to declare ownership over you.

V’s tongue twined with yours, playing with you. From behind you, Taehyung continued to slowly grind into you.

Your body felt so overheated, so overwhelmed.

Pulling back from your mouth, V glanced over your shoulder, and Taehyung slipped away from you.

V focused back on you. “I don’t think you understand what you do to us. God, this dress. Did you wear it to tease us, kitten? We’ve been wanting to unwrap you, to strip you down, since you walked through our door.”

V fiddled with the bow keeping your dress fastened.

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you said, “Well, do it then.”

His hand froze. His eyes flicked up to yours. “You’re sure, (y/n)? You know what you’re asking for? You know what we’ll give you?”

You glanced around. Vante looked at you with a hopeful expression. Hansung wore a smirk, already working on undoing the buttons of his shirt. Taehyung full-on grinned at you with dark eyes full of wicked intent and promise.

“Yes.”

As soon as the word left your lips, the mood shifted. V nodded at Vante, who scurried out of the room. You opened your mouth to question his departure, but V cut you off.

“Now, kitten, I know you’ve imagined this - wrote this; but, you’re not the one in charge here. We are.”

He led you down the hall and into what must have been his own bedroom. The king size bed dominated the room. Paintings decorated the walls… Was that a real Degas?

Vante entered the room, holding what looked like long scraps of silk.

“Finally,” Hansung grumbled, and then turned to you, “Strip.”

Your hands shook as you reached down to the tie at your waist and pulled. Your dress, your armor, fell to the ground in a whoosh. You stood in just your underwear, having forgone a bra that evening.

“Goddamn,” V growled, “Such a good little slut coming to our place without a bra.”

His filthy words slid over your body like a caress and settled deep in your core. You pushed your thighs together. The movement was not lost on the brothers.

“Vante.”

At V’s call, Vante reached out and took your hand. Leading you over to the bed, he gestured for you to lay down. “We want to tie you up, kitten. Is that okay? If not, we can have fun in other ways.”

“T-that’s okay,” You swallowed hard, “I like bondage.”

“I knew it!” Hansung cheered from the left foot of the bed.

“Shut up, Han,” Vante shot over his shoulder as he focused on tying your wrists behind your head. Refocusing on you, he mumbled, “How does that feel, baby? Too tight? Too loose?”

“Just right,” You sighed, almost moaning at how hot you felt getting tied down by one man while three others watched.

Taehyung sat down at your side, his pointer finger began drawing light circles across your stomach. “Can Hansung take your panties off, kitten?”

Nodding, you looked down as Hansung leaned over you, hands briefly squeezing your hips before tugging your underwear down your thighs. Almost on reflex, you squeezed your legs together again, craving any sort of friction.

“Open your legs,” V ordered from his stance against the wall by the foot of the bed, “Show us how wet you are.”

You listened, hyper-aware of how your wetness was surely obvious. Taehyung’s fingers suddenly pinched your nipple, rolling the puckered bud between his fingers. A small moan escaped you.

“Fuck,” someone cursed. Hansung, you guessed. “She’s so pretty.”

“How wet is she?” Taehyung asked, the only brother not openly ogling your wet pussy.

“Dripping,” Vante murmurs, tongue wetting his lips.

Your eyes locked with V’s as he stared you down. “Now, kitten, do you want Vante to lick your pussy? Or Hansung?”

Both boys in question stared at you with wistful expressions. You knew your answer though. It was not an option he had given. And it was your lack of answer that tipped V off.

“Ah, I see,” V laughed. “Well, that’ll be a new one for us.”

Hansung shot V a confused look, “What?”

“She wants both of your mouths,” V smirked at your immediate blush, “What? Am I wrong, baby?”

“…No,” You pouted.

Vante’s eyebrows furrowed, “Both of us? Like at one time? Or one after the other?”

All eyes were on you once more as you squirmed under the weight of their attention and Taehyung’s continued worship of your nipples with his fingers.

“Either?” You were losing your train of thought under the building pleasure. Could you actually come from just nipple play?

“Mm,” V hummed, “Our little kitten is being indecisive. Vante?”

Again, Vante hastened to fulfill V’s unspoken command. You wondered how many times the brothers had done this together, because they were really fucking in sync.

“Are you good with being blindfolded, too, kitten?” Vante asked, kissing your cheek lightly. You nodded and lifted your head up slightly so he could tie the soft silk around your head.

Darkness consumed you. Your senses heightened. A breath coasted over your wetness and you shuddered.

A light kiss pressed over your folds followed by a tentative swipe of a tongue. “Damn, she tastes fucking amazing,” Hansung groaned, completely giving himself away.

“Shut up and make her come, Han. Or I’ll let Vante take your place.” V’s voice came from closer by you now. Was he right next to you? Was he at your feet?

His lips felt so soft as he dragged them over your pussy to finally suck your clit in between them. His tongue slid and flicked perfectly against your clit.

The small ministrations of his tongue against your clit set your arousal ablaze. You shifted your hips up in hopes he will lick harder, but a firm hand pushed you back down.

“No, no, kitten,” V’s voice sounded in your ear, “You’ll get what we give you.”

Hansung continued to stroke his tongue between your legs. Finally, by the grace of the gods, he pushed a finger inside you and hissed, “Fuck, she’s so tight.”

You clenched down around his finger at his words, and he moaned. “She was fucking made for us.”

As Han returned to worship your pussy, another tongue flicked at your nipple. Was that Vante? Taehyung?

Honestly, not knowing was high-key hot. You were hurtling towards your orgasm as one brother ate your pussy, another worshipped your breasts, and two more watched.

The feeling of having so much attention on you, on your pleasure, on your body, set you off. You came with an embarrassingly loud moan.

Lips brushed your ear as V murmured, “You’re so sexy when you come, kitten. I bet you’ll look even better when you come all over my cock.”

A whine escaped you as he teased you, licking your neck, teeth scraping over it. The afterglow of your orgasm quickly turned into the aching need for more.

And then your stomach let out an insanely loud growl.

The room quieted. A chuckle escaped someone. Then, laughs echoed around the bedroom.

“Well, someone needs to be fed,” V’s smile was apparent as he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

The blindfold slipped from around your head and you blinked up at V as he untied your wrists. “Come on, baby, we can reheat dinner.”

“But–” You pouted as V placed a finger to your lips.

“We can get back to that after. We’re not even close to being done with you, kitten.”

“I don’t think we ever will,” Taehyung grinned at you as he tugged you up from the bed.

“Here you go, (y/n),” Vante handed you Han’s discarded button down.

“Thank you,” You blushed at his cuteness. Pausing, you scoured the ground for your panties.

Thwack.

Your ass stung as V’s hand massaged over the area he just smacked.

“They’re mine. Don’t bother,” His grin was feral as he squeezed your ass and then led you out of the room towards the kitchen.

As you both joined the others in the kitchen, you took the plate that Han offered you. Surveying the room, you took in your varying states of undress as you all stood around the kitchen island eating your reheated dinners.

Damn, you could get used to this… Taehyung caught your eye and shot you a wink.

Yeah, you were so fucked… but, so were they.

#basecretbunny20 #bangtanhq #maknaesmutsociety #kwritersworldnet #ficswithluv #btswritingcafe #btswriterscollective #btsbookclub #bangtanarmynet #bts #taehyung x reader #bts smut #taehyung #kth #bts fic #secret bunny collab #this is a cursed fic sorry manda uwu #hope u like it

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waukrife · 4 years ago

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yoda question: what was yoda's knighting like? was he very old for a padawan, and therefore a little impatient, or maybe young for his species so still felt a little unprepared? did he go through the trials or did he fall into some dramatic trouble like Obi-Wan and Anakin and they kindof had to knight him after?

Ok, well, I saw this and my impulse was to go ‘back in Yoda’s day they Didn’t Do It Like That’ and this whole time he’s just been coasting along like...yeah I’m a master....master of disguise.

That aside, I think it really is tragic in the context of trying to raise a child that will always be older than you but also will live to see you die. Not to be a downer or anything but I really think his species shapes any character study/casual anecdote about his childhood. He’s GREAT at forming non-attached bonds with people because he HAS to let them go. Probably the first person he had to learn that lesson with was his (first) Master. I’m assuming that, as a traditionalist ‘9 is Too Old’ kind of councillor, he was adopted into the Jedi as a baby- or at least by his species’ standard. Judging by The Mandalorian, he would have still been in the creche at 50, probably. I was going to do a chart to figure out how old he would have been at milestones like knighthood, full maturity etc but honestly if I have to look at NUMBERS I'll spontaneously combust.

I’m going to guess that he had multiple masters, going with both long-living species (still nothing on 900 years) and some shorter lived (because the force said so). I reckon to avoid making this too sad, that at some point he just...became a knight. Like, at some point between Masters he just stopped feeling the pull in the Force to pair up with a new one and went..oh huh. I’m ready then I guess. Which is still sad, because well...he didn’t really get to have a ceremony and all that what with his dead masters, but it would reflect the almost unique nature of his relationship with the Force and himself, and how that shapes his bonds with others.

I would imagine that the way he was responsible for his own journey between Masters rather than having a single, reliable caretaker/teacher like most others would make him VERY good at following the will of the Force because it would be his only reliable authority in his way. And also, the independence made him wild enough to just....be willing to trust in the Force and GO FOR IT when he was ready without checking it was actually allowed. Like there wasn’t anyone overseeing to ask whether he’d done some form of trials (or, like Obi-Wan and Qui-Gon in many people’s headcanons, to keep him waiting for some grand test or approval when actually he’s been ready for a while), and after a few generations, people just forgot he just...decided to change his title one day.

Years later he wakes up, notices his first grey hair and says “huh...MASTER Yoda, I am”. By this point as a knight he is both wildly eccentric, but young enough that it is entirely insufferable, so everyone just goes with it. In another 50 years, no one knows any better. Well... the older Jedi (in their early hundreds, while he is still young enough for his elders to be elderly) DO remember. You thought Yoda was conservative? The REAL traditionalists HATE him.

So yeah, ancient for a normal Jedi, young for one of him. And more like....brushing loose strands from your hair, rather than cutting a braid; settling into himself and accepting the loss his position implies rather than an external trial and reward. Really not dramatic at all, exactly when it was due, and only traumatic in the quiet way.

#ask #nevertheless-moving #star wars #yodaposting #long post #this is character is so compelling and really interesting to study #but also...a frog #like...people say 'I want to study you' when they look at him for MYRIAD reasons ok?#one of them is the tragedy inherent to his lifestyle- or rather to his life and managed in some ways by his lifestyle- and the other is that #he literally drinks swamp water and pretends to be finally going senile at least once a year to stress Windu out #not proofread this as it is late and im too busy thinking about theodicy in dw to also have yoda angst..but thats an issue for another day #I LOVE THE SWAMP CREATURE YOUR HONOUR

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that-wimpy-cowboy-doll · 4 years ago

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Dialogue prompt: Shieldshock (duh) and "You weren't supposed to see/hear that" (whichever version speaks to the muse more)

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Whoo baby this is late but I went with “You weren’t supposed to hear that.” Hope you enjoy, bb. Regrettably the overtly sexy stuff is only mentioned

Darcy did her best to stifle the flush burning its way up her neck, diverting her eyes from Steve Rogers marching his handsome heroic ass into the latest Stark Industries company party.

“He wasn’t even supposed to be here,” Darcy hissed, and brought her glass of champagne up to her lips, draining it. “The last time I saw him, he said he wasn’t coming…”

But there he was, in all his tall glass of Captain glory. Not unnoticed by many of Darcy’s coworkers, men and women alike, who weren’t even trying to hide the lust in their eyes as he made his way through the glass doors from the hallway into the event space.

Not that Darcy could blame them. He looked damn good in a suit. Looked damn good out of one, too, the last time she’d shoved his dress slacks down his thighs on her couch so she could take him in her mouth, make him lose control with his huge sexy hands in her hair and her name hoarse in his throat.

That was beside the point, though. The point of avoiding her famous fuck buddy in public was, well, 1) to protect his Super Duper Hero Complex by preventing her from being used against him by supervillains, 2) to keep the fuck buddy dynamic on a professional, non-work-involved basis, and 3) perhaps most importantly, to keep either of them from catching dreaded fuck buddy feelings. Any kind of public interaction lent toward making them feel obligated to each other, and that was something Darcy’d proclaimed absolutely not happening when they’d agreed to this. No strings attached sex was fun, as long as they kept their passions strictly below the belt.

“I mean,” Jane started, as she always did, to remind her best friend of how stupid she thought the whole arrangement was, “it’s not like you’ll burst into flames if he says hello to you in front of other people. That’s kind of...acting like a human being? The last time I checked?”

If it was possible, Darcy blushed harder, not watching him be accosted by Tony near the bar. “I don’t know, it’s possible I might spontaneously combust if he even fucking smiles at me in public...when we’re alone I can do whatever the fuck I want, but here…”

“You’re a whole-ass baby, you know that?” Jane deadpanned, hunting for the cherry at the bottom of her drink with the tip of her straw. “Just be casual. Like you are for the debriefing meetings.”

This was different, Darcy wanted to huff, knowing that she would sound like a whole-ass baby if she did. Being casual with the person she rang for casual sex in their workplace, in the moment, was one thing. They were still technically at work, sure, but this was a party - she was supposed to enjoy herself.

It was hard to enjoy herself in the same room as Steve Rogers without his lips on some part of her.

“I have...a problem,” she admitted slowly, her champagne glass far too empty for her liking. Jane, meanwhile, wore an expression somewhere between unsurprised and unimpressed. “I think I want to be exclusive.”

“Are you not already?” The incredulity in her best friend’s voice was clear, but Jane propped a hand on her hip anyway to add to the effect. “I haven’t heard about any of your Tinder escapades lately, and from what Thor’s told me, Steve doesn’t really have his eye on anyone else…”

“Just because we haven’t been fucking anyone else doesn’t mean he wants to be with me, too.” He was closer now, shaking hands with some fundraiser coordinator Tony had invited; God, every bone in Steve’s body seemed more warm and genuine than the last. “If I talk to him in public I’m going to want to kiss him in public, and that...crosses a line I don’t know that he’s cool with.”

“There’s this magnificent thing I’ve read about,” Jane said, her PhD voice in full effect, “called having a fucking conversation, Darcy. I love you with my whole entire heart, don’t get me wrong, but I think if you just talked to him...you wouldn’t be on the fence with all this anxiety.”

That was easy for Jane to say. The best sex of her life had wanted her pretty much the moment he’d laid eyes on her, had done his best to make up for his absences in the time they were able to spend together, and Jane’s heart, though preceded always by her big, sexy brain, lived on her sleeve. She and Thor sorted things out without much fuss.

Darcy had known she was several leagues below Steve when they met, and had made an idiot out of herself walking directly into his giant rock-hard chest with an entire tray of coffee that splattered on his Very American uniform. God only knew why he’d agreed to be her bang buddy a month or so later, but she had a distinct feeling it had more to do with what lay on top of her chest rather than the dumb dorky heart that beat under it.

He was making rounds, coming closer, so she changed the subject quickly, Jane performing her mightiest eye-roll while Darcy rattled off something inane about some singer who’d donated to the literacy foundation Tony and Pepper were heading.

“I heard Pepper wants to get Lady Gaga to perform at the ribbon-cutting,” Jane added helpfully, glancing into her emptied glass. “Sounds pretty cool.”

“She was the one who got Weezer for tonight.”

Darcy’s heart stammered in her chest at the voice that had contributed that delightful tidbit of conversation, and the tall, muscular, suited body that accompanied it. Steve’s smile glinted from under his perfectly trimmed beard, the velvet blue of his jacket and pants doing absolutely nothing for the growing whirlpool of want in Darcy’s stomach. Christ almighty.

“Was she?” Jane prompted, looking, to her best friend’s dismay, like a cat with a mouthful of canary. “Darcy loves Weezer, you know.”

Was this it? Was she dead? Had the gala all been some elaborate ruse planned by Stark Industries to murder her fucking dead on the spot in front of the hottest man she’d ever met?

If this was it, Darcy mused, at least she looked really fucking good.

“I didn’t know that,” Steve said, and now he was making eye contact with her, that knowing smile on his lips that could only be held by someone in his exact position.

“They were actually my first concert.” She swallowed, her throat dry. “Right after ‘Pork and Beans’ came out. I was in college and I wore...way too much eyeliner, but in fairness I think I was in the majority there.”

Jesus Christ, stop fucking talking.

Jane smirked at the empty champagne flute in her hand. “Here, I’m out, too, let me get you another one.”

Against her better judgment, Darcy surrendered the glass with only a furtive version of the eye-daggers she wanted to send her best friend. Jane sent her a sly wink before tailing it toward the bar.

“Weezer.” She swallowed again, doing her best not to notice the way his tongue dashed out across his lower lip, his eyes boring down into hers through those stupid long eyelashes. “When do they come on?”

“You haven’t been seeing anyone else.” It wasn’t a question, he was smiling a stupid cocky half-smile that she thought stupidly would look much better between her thighs. “What was it Jane said…’no Tinder escapades’ - was that it?”

It felt like the blood had drained from her body. “You...weren’t supposed to hear that.”

He stuck his huge hands in his pockets, gathering himself up to his fullest height. Fuck, he was so big. She couldn’t get enough of it. “Well...you’re both right about something. I’m not seeing anyone else either, and kissing in public could definitely cross a line.”

Great. If the mortification wasn’t enough, now her heart felt like it had dropped into her stomach. “Yeah?”

He stepped forward, his hand sliding to her favorite place, the small of her back with his pinkie just brushing into her ass. When they were alone, this always felt like him laying his claim, showing her where she belonged, where he belonged. But they weren’t alone. Not even close.

“Yeah,” he murmured, dropping his lips to hers, slotting their mouths together. Her eyes flew shut of their own accord, melting into him, the smell of his pine soap and fresh linens filling her nose. Steve kissed like he fucked, like he did anything: full of passion, vigor, life.

For a moment, Darcy forgot they were in the middle of a gala, lost in his warm body pressing up against her, but when she brought her hands to his collar he pulled away slowly, releasing her bottom lip from between his teeth with a sly smile.

“Now that that’s out of the way,” he whispered, his nose still halfway touching hers, “you wanna dance to some Weezer with me, Darcy?”

She closed her eyes again, a tiny laugh escaping her in a short breath. “Yeah, I’ll dance to some Weezer.”

#darcy lewis #steve rogers #shieldshock

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eisforeidolon · 3 years ago

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to what extent do you think the writers/actors/other people related to the show expected this insane reaction to the finale? i know someone said only 30% of the fans would love the finale, and looking at the general audience i think that's actually lowballing it (although, of course, looking at twitter gives you a much different story.) however, the harrassment of the cast has skyrocketed in the last few months along with suicide baiting of fans. do you think hellers will ever get tired of it?

Dabb was the one that made the 30% joke, and I really don' t think he was actually serious. I might be wrong, but my impression is he was being facetious and just wanted to try and sound cool and edgy by making a sarcastic GoT comparison.

I think they realized certain loud parts of the Very Online fandom were going to go absolutely apeshit - given their past behavior of going apeshit pretty much every even numbered Tuesday over nothing. I also think they expected the brother-centric finale to be popular with the general audience and wincest shippers, which is why they wrote a brother-centric finale.

My questions revolve around what they expected out of 15x18. See, the thing is, the hellers expected the writers to take their side because of all the bleating they've done to each other about how they're the majority/real fans and making their ship canon is the Only Correct Choice. The writers, on the other hand, know it's a big divided fandom plus the casual viewing audience. Why would they do something that's going to baffle the general audience and piss off a large portion of non-shippers and other ship shippers ... just to please a different specific subset of particularly loud shippers of one ship? So I think their expectations when writing the ending they did after 15x18 probably fell into one of two categories:

They really were dumb enough to think throwing such an ambiguous, unrequited bone to the D/C shippers would be enough to appease them and balance out the finale. These are the shippers who can find a totes amazing lurve story in wallpaper and flannel shirts, this is more textual than all that so they'll be happy, right?! We're talking about older nerd-dude writers whose understanding of fans' expectations for what constitutes satisfying fan service may not be the most up-to-date. Writers who have had those shippers blowing smoke up their asses for years now, praising their every choice to the heavens. Someone who isn't very self-aware could actually mistake that for real adulation rather than the desperate sucking up in hopes of a payoff it was. Furthermore, I think Dabb is an appeaser who is happiest riding a fence and I've written off Berens particularly as a moronic putz since the Wayward debacle. If this was the case, I suspect that they have been baffled and dismayed by the volume of the negative reaction and all the conspiracy theories and whatnot that came with.

The alternative is they decided to hand the crazies a metaphorical book of trick matches to make them spontaneously combust in rage on purpose. The knew the scene in 15x18 was ambiguous enough that those portions of the audience who didn't like the ship or remained blissfully unaware of its existence would, even if initially baffled or dismayed by it? Ultimately largely see it as platonic or irrelevant given the entire lack of any kind of follow up, let alone interest shown by Dean, afterward. The normal well-adjusted shippers of that ship would take it and run with it in fanfic, writing fix-it heaven reunions. The crazies, on the other hand? Would work themselves up into an absolute frenzy of expectations only to be violently dashed off a cliff when the last two episodes were entirely Castiel-free and gloriously Sam&Dean-centric. In between the pretty transparent ass-kissing, they've been harassed for years by these fans claiming to be "owed" the payoff they want and been slandered and called names every time it didn't materialize. I think most of them know from SM and declining ratings that they're not well loved, and Dabb & Berens in particular have shown an insane amount of butthurt there wasn't enough buzz over their hoped cash cow Wayward to get it to air. By the time the final episodes were airing, Dabb and Co. had long since collected their last SPN paychecks and Dabb personally already had a new IP lined up to ruin. Why should they care if they left only flaming wreckage of a fandom in their wake as the hellers melted the fuck down all over everything yet again? I doubt they expected the fandom to still be wanking itself raw eight months later, but if they did this on purpose, I'd bet they wouldn't care or would find it funny. They won't be tied to it in perpetuity the way actors tend to be.

At some point, the hellers will largely move on though there may be a few lingering crazies for a very long time. Some fandoms don't die, but they all lose momentum over time, especially when a canon closes (which is why I rather hope all spin-off ideas remain in limbo indefinitely). There's only so many times they'll be able to convince themselves it's satisfying to RP fanfic on twitter or pay Misha hoping he'll talk about their ship when there are literally no more episodes in which someone can force Jensen to act out their fantasies. I can't say how soon it will be, but some have already wandered off. Over time more and more are going to either get bored, tire themselves out, realize what a laughingstock they are, or at least fixate on some other canon (Amara help those poor fandoms).

#destihellers #anti dabb #anti berens #askboxery #anonymous #spn ending #long post

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queercapwriting · 5 years ago

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prompt about kara figuring out she's bisexual while falling in love with lena? if you could write that it'd be incredible! ♡

Kara flew into Alex’s living room window and immediately flopped backwards onto the couch, neatly inserting herself between Alex and Maggie.

Maggie snorted into her scotch and Alex groaned.

“Seriously, Kara?” Alex asked, her beer now spilled down her front.

“Ooh, just take it off, Danvers,” Maggie winked, and it was Kara’s turn to groan.

Alex disentangled herself from her little sister and took her beer-stained shirt off, hopping onto her bed to find the sweatshirt she and Maggie had quickly disposed of and left on the floor the night before.

“Listen, you left your window open,” Kara explained, rolling over so she was hanging off of Maggie’s lap, head upside down as she watched Alex tug her Stanford sweatshirt over her head. “If you close your window, it’s like leaving a sock on your door. I won’t come in. Or at least, I’ll text first. But if you leave your window open, then it’s like you’re basically inviting me.”

Alex glared, but there was no heat behind it. Maggie adjusted Kara so she could find her phone, stashed somewhere in the couch cushions. “I’ll order potstickers, shall I, Little Danvers?”

“See?” Kara moaned in delight. “You’re girlfriend understands me.”

Alex threw a pillow from her bed at Kara’s face with alarming accuracy.

Kara laughed and Maggie held up her glass of scotch.

“Watch it, you two,” she shook her head.

“So what’s up, sis?” Alex trooped back to the couch, catching the pillow Kara launched back at her.

Kara heaved a sigh.

Alex knew – and so did Maggie, for that matter – that Kara letting herself be whiny and small and cute was a relief for her, a release valve. A way for her to step away from Supergirl and into Kara Danvers.

She was competent and she was intelligent beyond belief and she knew so much more about quantum mechanics than she would ever admit, because after her planet died (for the first time), she’d trained herself to never reveal how much she knew about the universe, because then someone would discover her and then and then and then…

So letting herself be ridiculous, be whiny, be the consummate annoying little sister on her big sister’s date night was…

A relief.

It also meant she was too stressed, too worried, to bear being strong.

So when Alex sat back down, she tugged Kara’s feet into her lap, letting Maggie play absently with Kara’s hair after she put down her scotch and went about ordering the entire left side of the menu from Kara’s favorite Chinese restaurant.

“Well?” she prompted again. “What’s going on?”

“I don’t know,” Kara said, her voice suddenly more like Supergirl’s. Maggie and Alex exchanged a quick glance.

“An extra three orders of potstickers it is,” Maggie said, and Kara smiled faintly. It was a good sign.

“I just have all these feelings,” Kara murmured, more like she was explaining to herself than to her big sisters.

“About?” Alex asked, tilting her head. Because she thought she knew – she and Maggie and James and Winn and even J’onn had good money on it – but they’d all been waiting for Kara to come to the realization herself, in her own time.

“About Lena,” Kara finally breathed.

“Okay,” Alex nodded, squeezing Kara’s knee. “That’s okay. I love you. Say more?”

“I don’t want to,” Kara whispered.

“That’s okay, too. Fleabag?” Alex asked, gesturing to the TV.

Kara nodded. Alex tossed one of the many throw blankets Maggie insisted on keeping on the couch Kara, and Maggie tucked in her shoulders while Alex burritoed her feet.

Kara practically purred. Alex and Maggie let her lay there, let her eat all their potstickers when the food arrived. Let her think and let her feel and let her process.

She was almost ready, but not quite yet.

+++

She had brunch with Lena the next morning. It was their regular Sunday brunch - because of course they had regular Sunday brunch - and Kara was shaking.

“It’s okay to be scared, Little Danvers,” Maggie promised her.

“It’s okay to feel whatever you’re feeling,” Alex nodded, careful to be as non-specific as she could.

Kara nodded and kissed them both on the cheek before she flew out the window and down to Earth.

To Lena.

Who was, of course, already seated at their brunch spot, at their specific brunch booth, two steaming mugs of coffee already ordered. She was leaning forward, her elbows on the table - a luxury for her, a novelty, Kara knew, because Lena Luthor had been raised to never even think about resting her elbows on the table - people watching intently, with a look of rare peace on her face.

It was beautiful. Lena was beautiful.

Kara tripped as she approached their booth.

Of damn course she did.

Lena stood immediately and opened her arms, which Kara knew was another novelty for her. Before Kara, it had only been Sam that Lena had been this affectionate with, this joyful.

And she and Sam had been…

Well, Kara tried to make like Elsa and conceal, not feel.

As she slipped into Lena’s arms, she could feel herself trembling, and was terrified she was failing.

She was always failing.

“Something’s wrong this morning,” Lena said, squinting slightly as she pulled back from their hug - Kara’s entire body keened from the loss - and examined Kara’s face closely as she held her by the shoulders.

Lena’s hand slid down Kara’s arm, then, and held her hand and she guided them to slide into their booth.

She didn’t let go of Kara’s hand, their fingers casually connected across the table.

Like Maggie sat with Alex.

Like James sat with Winn.

Like lovers sat.

Like Kara wanted to…

Oh Rao, not now. She had enough to deal with. She couldn’t risk losing Lena. She couldn’t risk…

Well, she wasn’t really sure what she was risking.

Everyone in her life was bi, was gay.

She’d just never thought about…

Well, there had been that fluttering in her stomach about Lucy Lane… and Cat Grant… but she’d just admired them, she’d just been infuriated by them…

She’d just loved them.

Oh, damn it all to hell.

“Nothing’s wrong,” she shook her head, but Lena’s eyes were perfect and her hand was warm and her lips looked…

Why was Kara looking at her lips?

She knew exactly why.

She hoped Lena hadn’t noticed at the same exact moment that she hoped Lena did notice.

She adjusted her glasses with her free hand, and tried not to notice - or imagine, because she had to be imagining it, right? - the fondness in Lena’s eyes at her nervous gesture.

“Nothing’s wrong, but something’s up,” Lena said, her voice gentle. Kara liked to think it was a very particular kind of gentle Lena only had for her.

That was the kind of thing lovers had.

Friends had it too, she supposed. No, she knew they did. But this... this felt different.

This was different.

But if it was different, if she said it was different, then it would change, then it would be ruined.

Then she would lose it all.

Again.

Like she always did.

With everything.

Everything except Alex, and even that had changed. Sure, she’d gained a new big sister after a rocky start, and it was wonderful, but it was also different, and...

She didn’t know if she could handle more different.

But she wanted more. Or, not more, maybe that wasn’t the right word. She wanted something different. With Lena.

And it was terrifying.

“Wouyouwagodinwme?” Kara blurted, her face hotter than it had been since the last time she’d blown out her powers with overloading her heat vision.

“Come again, dear?” Lena asked, smiling but not quite laughing at her, because Lena laughed with her, but never at her.

Kara gulped, because there wasn’t really much going back now.

She thought of Alex, and she thought of Maggie, and James and Winn and J’onn’s proud smile when Alex had come out to the crew.

“Would you want to. Go to dinner with me.”

Lena’s eyes widened, then closed, then opened, then closed. Her mouth went on a similar journey, and Rao did Kara want to kiss her.

“We haven’t even had brunch yet, darling, but you know your stomach better than anyone, so I’m sure they wouldn’t mind if we just ate our way through to dinner time.”

Darling. She’d called her darling.

Lena did that, sometimes.

Her face always went red right afterward, like it had now.

Kara dared to hope. She gulped again, and she put her other hand on Lena’s.

Tentative, but brave.

Scared, terrified, but sure.

“I didn’t mean because I’m hungry.” Her stomach, of course, chose that very moment to growl. The traitor. “I mean, I’m always hungry.” Lena squeezed her hands, a smile tugging at her lips. But Kara had rarely seen her eyes so intense. And Lena was, to say the least, a very intense person.

“I mean, I’m always hungry, but I didn’t mean... I meant. Do you... it’s okay if you don’t, I love being your friend, I really do, of course I do. But when I said do you want to have dinner, I meant, if you wanted to. Um.”

Lena’s eyes were steady and shining and maybe just a little bit hopeful and Kara could carry a plane and barely break a sweat, how could she possibly find it this hard to come out at the same time as she was asking out the most beautiful woman she’d ever known?

Well, maybe when she put it like that, carrying a plane was easier.

“Kara Danvers,” Lena decided to swoop in and save Supergirl’s day. “Are you asking me on a date? Because if you are, the answer is a resounding yes. If you’re not, well, I’m sure there are plenty of caves I can go hide in for the next thousand -”

“Yes. Yes, I was, and yes, I - really? You’d want - to - you - with me?”

“Yes,” Lena said, and her voice dropped in a way that did things to Kara’s entire body. “Yes, I want to. Yes, with you. I was terrified you didn’t feel the same way. That you weren’t even into women.”

Kara pffted. “I was terrified you didn’t feel the same way! And I think now would be the time Maggie would say something like, ‘oh please, have you seen the way Kid Danvers dresses?’”

Lena laughed, and it was music and it was perfect. She brought Kara’s hands up to her mouth, and she was extremely grateful that spontaneous combustion wasn’t actually a thing, because if it were, the feeling on Lena’s lips on her knuckles would have...

“I would be honored to go on a date with you, Kara. Many dates. A lot of dates. So many dates.”

Lena Luthor was... rambling.

Oh. Oh. Oh.

She really did like Kara back.

Her smile was suddenly megawatt, and it was her turn to kiss Lena’s hands.

“Pancakes?” she asked.

“I already ordered three stacks,” Lena smiled, and Kara nearly took flight then and there.

But, for once, not to fly away from anything. To just be... ecstatic. To celebrate. For the sheer joy of flying, of... of living.

She’d definitely have to see how Lena felt about flying later. Though maybe that was a third date kind of thing.

And apparently, Lena wanted to go on many dates with her.

When their food arrived, pancakes had never tasted sweeter.

#supercorp #sanvers #danvers sisters #supercorp fic #sanvers fic

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lampmeeting · 4 years ago

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Did you get Charles? If not....3 for....Charles :)

BIG THANK PIKA <3

How I feel about this character: *spontaneously combusts* he’s great, i love him and his chest hair a normal amount.

Any/all the people I ship romantically with this character: pickles. pickles pickles pickles pickles pickles pickles. magnus is very nice too. :3c but him and pickles are the otp.

My favorite non-romantic relationship for this character: literally charles to ANYONE outside the band is hilarious. that extra where he’s on the phone just doing casual business talk? a riot. that scene in doublebookedklok where he’s talking to his assistant and ordering dethkones? so great. it’s just really fun to see him behind the scenes making things happen, seeing him be really super fucking capable in a business sense (and not just an asskicking sense). it’s sexy.

My unpopular opinion about this character: dunno how “unpopular” this is exactly, but - i know we all write him really put-together and on top of things and kinda nerdy, but i think his man i fucked up. like, deeply. like, in a way we can’t know. like, in a way i don’t think i’ll ever explore in fic hahaha. like just thinking about all the awful shit he has to orchestrate daily to keep dethklok’s money coming in is unreal to me. i always think about that segment where he’s talking about having to round up talk show hosts and then it cuts to one of the guys getting his face disfigured and he gets dropped off in the desert, like FUCK, charles! what a beast. a sexy beast, but still. wowza. charles, please go to therapy.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: REALLY WISH WE’D SEEN MORE PRIEST CHARLES. PRIEST CHARLESSSSSSS

Favorite friendship for this character: LOVE the idea of him and abigail becoming pals. at the same time...c’mon. huey lewis.

My crossover ship: can i be an absolute freak and i say big boss/venom snake from metal gear solid? charles kinda fits into that kaz role for me, especially mgs5 kaz.

#whispers to myself don't draw mgs crossover art don't do it kelly you're niche enough as it is #ahhhhhhhhhh #thank you pika!!!!#pikaflute

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caroline18mars · 5 years ago

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A Man On Fire - Chapter 53

“Mmmm, go to bed with me” she licked her lips and flapped her eyelashes so seductively when she said that, spontaneous combustion? Definitely! “your wish is not my command, because I want it as much as you do” he breathed in her ear before he pulled her out of sight from the fans, she was cute enough to give them a little wave before she was whisked away. Clothes were being ripped off of her body, dropping wherever they decided to fall, teeth were biting, tongues dancing, hands were squeezing like they were finding new territory, please don't let this be over in a rush was all she could think when they stumbled onto the bed and his hands squeezed tightly around her full breasts “forget about foreplay, I'm ready”. He was being pushed down, her nervous hands fiddling with his belt and zipper when she swung her leg over and straddled him, his hands instantly kneading her thighs, rubbing them up and down. “You do realize you came this close” her thumb and indexfinger nearly touched “to losing this” as soon as his cock sprang free she impaled herself on it with a deep growl “forever”, the words slowly drifted through his blissed out brain. “I know..I know..you're my only one..I couldn't go on if I had lost you” he breathed. Their eyes locked and a deafening silence fell..silence before the storm, a storm that was gonna take them both to impossible heights if the unbearable tension in her abdomen was anything to go by “then don't give me any reason to leave, if you wanna show me how much you want me and want me to stay, then do it right here and right now” her voice was hoarse with anticipation. She was gonna think about herself first and let him extinguish the fire in her belly, not the other way round, she wasn't gonna take it, he was gonna have to give it to her, stop wiggling your hips, stay perfectly still. Don't torture me babe, get those wonderful hips moving..when she just kept staring at him squinting a little bit, he couldn't hold back any longer and started rocking his hips, wanting to push himself further up inside of her. Yessss nice..she couldn't help moan and lick her lips as the friction of him moving gave her tingles all over. Soon she took over the rocking motion, it became too hard not to, this was going to be the ride of her life and the swollen, hard intruder inside of her was going to show her places she had never been.

”Hmmm, you ok?” he slipped out of her after their set of earthshattering orgasms and kissed his way up to her face, she was so quiet, “I need a cigarette” she sighed running a hand through his hair when he kissed her collarbone, while the other hand reached for her bag on the floor. “Non-smoking room” he casually grinned, “not to worry” she shrugged and quickly shot up from the bed to disarm the smoke detector, opened a window and slid back in bed with him, lighting up that so much needed cigarette, “Yummm” she exhaled in bliss, smoke curling up around her damp face. “Have I told you that you make me wish I still smoked?” Jay curled up to her, nuzzling her shoulder and kissed it, “here” she held the cigarette in front of his mouth and he quickly took a drag “I guess I just love smoking, it's horrible and fun at the same time”. Time just stood still and he knew that this was image gonna be imprinted in his mind forever, the way she lay there, her hair strewn across the pillow, her body relaxed and completely naked like she was meant to wear nothing else than just her soft skin. “I love you..” he breathed against her skin, “I know you do and I love you too but I'm gonna be honest with you..if any of this nonsense had been true then you would have never seen me again, it would have been the end..and the same goes for the future” she pulled up her legs and scrunched up her nose taking a few nervous drags of her cigarette. “I know..there are no more skeletons in my closet, I told you everything..I haven't been with anyone else since we met, I swear” he hastened to say “but what about you? Are there any skeletons in your closet?”. Harper almost felt offended but quickly realized that it was a valid question, why would she be off the hook? “Nope! The only thing I'm guilty of is that I can't commit, I'm a serial one-night-stand type of woman..well I was, before I met you..I slept around for a long time and then I didn't..guess I was trying to fill a void or something, guess I didn't want to be lonely but with every night I gave away I realized that I felt lonelier then ever..sad really..old habit”. He was breathless by her honesty, it just wasn't the way he knew her, yes she was a sexy beast that hadn't exactly lived like a nun, it was obvious from the way she knew her way around a man's body, she knew exactly which hidden button to push to blow his mind “give it up, the old habit, you don't need to look any further..I'm here now”. Harper's ears tingled, “ok I give up the booze and the one nightstands and you drop the Russian tarts and groupies” she took a last drag from her cigarette and pushed it out on a saucer on the nightstand before she extended her hand to shake on it but instead he leaned on his elbow and closed the deal by kissing her and crawling between her legs again, another round of heavy fucking would surely convince her.

”Shhh” he slowly looked behind him, thank god that knock on the door hadn't woken her up “Harper's still sleeping” he whispered, look at her, just look at her sleeping on her stomach, her beautiful back bare, the sheets discretely covering the gorgeous curve of her butt..turn around Jared, or you'll never get out of here. “So? From the looks of it, things between you two back to normal?” Shannon glanced at his brother “I mean that looked like things got pretty hot last night” seeing a grin appear on Jared's face was confirmation enough. “How can we go back to normal when nothing between us has ever been normal? It was phenomenal..just phenomenal” Jared checked his phone “by the way, how's that new personal assistent thing coming along?”. Shannon bit his lip, if only this was gonna go down the right way “it's not that easy..but I think there's a solution” he slowed down, making Jared frown “well? I don't care who it is, as long as she/he gets things done”, Shannon swallowed hard, here went absolutely nothing “if you don't care who it is, then you don't care that I got Shayla back on board”. Jared froze on the spot “what? Please tell me you're kidding?” not Shayla, goddammit, didn't I say I didn't want trouble anymore? “I'm not kidding, Jay..she knows the business..yes she made a couple mistakes but she can start straight away if we want”. Goddammit! How could he..”so basically you're asking me if I want to get into a whole lot of trouble again? Calling my girlfriend an attention seeking diva? And I don't need to remind you that Sean is back on the tour as well” he raised his voice in complete shock. “Are we still on the same planet Shannon? I mean, why? First you dump me in the middle of a hurricane with letting Val come on tour? Then you hire Sean and Shayla again? I mean, is there something you want to tell me? Like another bomb you've been wanting to drop?” he stopped, realizing he was starting to shout. “I don't want to dump us into anything..it's just that we desperately need an assistant..and Shayla knows this kind of work like the back of her hand” did that frown on his brother's face mean that he was at least considering it? “we can put a special clause in her contract about Harper and we'll do the same for Sean..what do you think?” Shannon's cool remained impressive, was he really giving in?. “I think this whole idea stinks!..but you're right about needing an assistant, so I'll talk to one of the lawyers about that clause, one word about Harper, no, even to Harper and she's out!” keep your calm, just keep calm, it's too early to get worked up and especially after the night he had, everything he had hoping and longing for was given back to him last night so there was absolutely no way he would allow anyone or anything to disrupt that.

Stretching and yawning, where was she?..home..Italy..the tightness in her abdomen betrayed a whole lot of action last night..Jay..mmm, where was he? Her arm fruitlessly went searching around the empty spot next to her and her eyes fluttered open..did she dream it all? Slowly she sat up and looked around the room..what? Oh god, she definitely wasn't dreaming..like an arrow out of a bow she jumped out of bed over to the series of spanking new, blank canvases leaning against the wall, what were all these boxes standing next to them? Surely not?..she quickly opened a box and what she saw brought a tear to her eye, a myriad of colours, crayons and paint greeted her, the heady scent of oil paints and new brushes was almost too much to bear. Engrossed in all that beauty she didn't hear the door open behind her “ah, you already found them I see” grinning from ear to ear he threw the keycard on the dresser together with his wallet, just in time to grab her as she ran up to him and jumped in his arms “IloveyouIreallyreallyloveyou” she breathed, kissing his face up and down with tears streaming down her face. “You happy? I didn't know what you normally use, so I took a bit of everything.I..I hope I got it right” he giggled as she kept smothering him with kisses and hugs, “it's perfect..it must have cost you a fortune, I'll pay you back and..” she rattled but he quickly shut her up with a blistering kiss. “You've already paid me back a thousandfold just by being here with me..I know you left everything you love doing back in NY just to be with me, so I thought I'd do something in return, now you can stay with me and paint at the same time, one thing doesn't have to rule out the other” he whispered against her lips. One last smouldering kiss and Harper slowly let go, the need and the curiosity to check out her new gear was just too big and his heart melted when he saw her eyes glaze over again fondling and stroking brushes and canvases, this was passion, unbridled, intense, beautiful, pure passion and it had been a really long time since he had seen such a thing, someone who'd forsake everything and everyone just to follow a dream, so rare and so absolutely beautiful and breathtaking to watch. “Do you think you can tear away yourself from the paint and the brushes to have breakfast with me?” he grinned, “Only if I can pay for it, it's the least I can do, all this stuff must have cost you a fortune, I know I'm repeating myself, but I just can't get my head around it” she slowly put the brushes down “I'll pay you back..I swear..I” she tried to explain but he stopped her again “let's just start with breakfast, alright? All that action last night must have gotten me famished..oh speaking about action, I you really want to insist on paying me back, that's definitely another fine way to be paying me back, what do you think? Just a suggestion”he wiggled his eyebrows. “just a suggestion, huh?” her indexfinger traced his jaw and she pretended to think about it for a second “yep, I can definitely do that! But first a shower and clothes and we're off, won't be long” she kissed the tip of his nose and hopped to the bathroom giggling. This was the fun part, the difficult bit was for later..the return of Shayla..how was he gonna convince her if he wasn't even convinced himself? Don't think about that now, she was all that mattered, Harper, Coco, Harper Coco, lover, best friend, love of his life, babe par excellence, staywithmestaywithmestaywithmefortherestofourlives, should he ask her? God no, not that he didn't want to, because he did but she would definitely run if he popped the question, she just wasn't the type..didn't matter, not now anyway, later maybe, hopefully! The door opened and out she came with her beautiful thick hair pulled up in a high ponytail that bounced with every step, a killer outfit that hugged every curve “Ready?”, for you woman, always!.

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ducktales-wco-oo · 6 years ago

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✩ { @gamblealife } ✩ - Continued from ★

{ ☆ } The annoyed grunt manages to cut through his tail-induced trance (Fenton having learned how to hone in on other’s irritation... when it’s aimed at him) Blinking, his face immediately grows warm as he quickly looks away. Blush becoming noticeably brighter when ‘Mark’ starts speaking, Fenton’s gaze wanders around the lab in as casual a fashion as he can muster. Which isn’t very casual at all... Trying to avoid looking directly at the parrot without being obvious, he lets out an embarrassed laugh, “Heh... Technically, I don’t have to work today... But I’ve been running into some... complications with a personal project of mine.” If spontaneous combustion can be considered just a complication.

“I know that I’m supposed to be using today to decompress, but...” Shrugging sheepishly, Fenton’s face is akin to a child with their hand caught in the cookie jar. Mark has made it clear how important it is for Fenton to allow himself to relax once in a while. At least, how important he thinks it is. The over-achieving duck, on the other hand, doesn’t see a problem with overworking himself putting in a little extra work when he has the opportunity to... “I figured that it’d be more beneficial to use this time to fix the problem instead.”

Awkwardly clearing his throat, Fenton quickly adds, “So... What brings you to the lab today? Dr. Gearloose doesn’t normally allow non-personnel to visit.” Well, aside from Louie and Launchpad and Hue- “Without supervision, that is.” Actually, this is rather... unusual. Thankfully distracted from his earlier embarrassment/guilt, Fenton’s curious gaze goes to rest on... Mark? A brow slightly raised and head subconsciously cocked a bit to the side, a genuine smile still graces his face as he awaits the other’s explanation.

Even though looking into the parrot’s eyes has caused a sneaking suspicion to arise within him. A familiar one that he had experienced with a certain inventor... But he can’t jump to conclusions. After all, there is a chance that he’s just being paranoid. Although, the longer he looks at ‘Mark’ the more certain he becomes that history is repeating itself. { ☆ }

#(Marik: *gets Fenton's name right; guesses correctly that he shouldn't be in the lab*)#(Fenton: *looks into his eyes and immediately starts becoming suspicious*)#(JSJAFAJSFSJAFL... He's just like- 'Those aren't the eyes I've looked (Read: gazed) into before' )#(... My sentimental son. XD )#ducktales-wco-oo #⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ɪ ᴀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜʀᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ᴍʏ ꜱʜᴏᴛ! ❞ ¦ 「 Fenton IC 」#gamblealife #'Bad-Tempered’ Bookworm || {Marik}#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴏ ʙᴀᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ʟᴜᴄᴋ ᴛᴀʟᴇꜱ! ❞ ¦ 「 RP 」#⭒ ˙ ˖ ✧ — ˗ˏˋ ❝ ꜱᴡᴏᴏᴘꜱ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ❞ ¦ 「 Queue 」

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crystal-snowing · 7 years ago

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something more | hwang hyunjin

summary: best friends with hwang hyunjin has always had its perks, but you have always been longing for something more.

genre: non-idol! au, best-friends-to-lovers! au, high school! au, fluff, angst

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

word count: 2.2k

Hwang Hyunjin always been a heartthrob ever since the two of you turned fourteen. There was something about puberty that seemed to hit him harder than anyone else at the school. His face became less round and more defined, his body became taller and more slender and toned, while his skin began to glow and lost its redness and puffiness—and in short, he was absolutely breathtaking. This not only attracted your attention, but the entire female population of the school, who began to hound after him as if they were the predators and he was the prey. While he matured physically, he still retained the same attitude and mannerisms that his parents taught him when he was younger, and politely declined their offers of affections and tokens of love. And while you had a breathtakingly gorgeous best friend, in the social hierarchy within the school, you couldn’t help but find yourself falling a bit below average. It wasn’t as if you were the ugliest student in the school, but you could definitely say that there were a majority of others who were certainly more worthy of his friendship and his affections than you.

You harbored a crush on Hyunjin ever since the fifth grade and it only seemed to manifest itself after puberty hit. Yet, you were not stupid and knew your place in his life. For a short time, you believed that maybe, just maybe, you would have a place by his side as something more than just his best friend—you soon however gave that up as a foolish delusion. He practically had his own fanclub as a fourteen year old, not to mention that he was a trainee for JYP Entertainment and had a whole section of fans screaming his name before he even debuted, and you obviously couldn't compete. But for the moment, or as much as long as you have been telling yourself, you are content with being his best friend and willing to do whatever it takes to preserve his happiness.

Lately though, your relationship with him has been a bit more distant than you would have hoped. While the two of you would usually hang out everyday after school, to either help him study for an upcoming test or homework, this has drastically been reduced to maybe once or twice every two weeks. You understood, he was a trainee and had other friends including the boys in his group, but you would be lying if you said that you weren’t a bit depressed with the change. Things were changing and you were unsure whether it was for worse or for better, and you were never one to handle change that well.

You began to see him less and less, texts and calls between the two of you became less frequent, till all you were receiving was radio silence. Of course you still saw him in class and in lunch with the rest of his friends, but it wasn’t the same as hanging out alone with him. It was hurtful to say the least, and you even texted Felix, Changbin, Jisung and Jeongin wondering what caused him to suddenly pull away, and that’s when you first heard of their name. They were a new trainee and new to the area as well, and it seemed as if Hyunjin had made it his personal mission to help them out. From there they seemed to invade every single aspect of your life, they showed up at your school as a new student, at your lunch table, and in your classes—and you were becoming tired of their presence. They was practically glued to Hyunjin’s side, and you wondering if you were the only one continuously aggravated by the sight of them. Soon they seemed to take over your place as Hyunjin’s best friend, while you were simply nothing but leftover goods.

There was no way you could possibly rationale their relationship—or even think about their relationship without feeling slightly nauseous and uneasy. You would be lying if you said you weren’t jealous, but you and Hyunjin weren’t dating and therefore, you simply had no input on the issue. You wanted to scream and cry, blaming life for being so unfairly cruel to you, but in this situation you were powerless to do anything—and therefore, just let everything happen. In some twisted sense, you felt as if you saw this coming. Hwang Hyunjin was the perfect boy and deserved someone equally as perfect by his side, and that someone was not you.

Throughout all of this, you tried to keep your distance from the rest of his friends, while they were incredibly nice and welcoming people, you couldn’t bear to hear stories about him and the other trainee or you were certain that you would spontaneously combust. Yet, there was one person who you still remained in constant contact with, no matter how hard you tried to separate yourself. In a way, Jisung has sort of acted like a rock for you in this situation, being there when you needed someone to stay with you—almost replacing Hwang Hyunjin as your best friend, but you knew that no one could possibly replace him. The two of you became almost as inseparable as you and Hyunjin, and in the span of a couple of weeks, you almost forgot about the trainee and him—almost.

The first day that Hyunjin saw your arm linked with Jisung’s as the two of you walked down the hall, he could swear that his blood was boiling beneath his skin. He’s seen the two of you together before, but this time the way the other boy was looking at you and the way your eyes lit up as you were laughing along to his joke, ignited something deep inside him. There was only one possible explanation and he thought it was a bit cruel and immature for you to be acting this way. He was busy for the past month, and while he felt absolutely terrible for neglecting you and spending time with the new trainee over you, his best friend, but he’s been having trouble balancing his classes and being an idol in training. In his defense, he didn’t mean to do anything to hurt you, but he had to admit hanging out with Jisung in order to mock him and make him jealous was a bit petty—even for your standards. With his hands clenched as fists by his side, he slammed his locker shut and walked down the hall.

From then on, you seemed to notice a change within him, a shift and not only was he spending more time with the trainee, but you were definitely certain that the two were becoming intimately closer. When walking down the halls of the school, he would casually let his hand brush theirs or when he was telling them a joke by his locker, his hands would cup their cheek as if he was about to kiss them. To say that you were infuriated was an understatement, as you decided that fine, if he was going to act this petty than you would do the same. You cuddled up with Jisung, linking arms with him as you walked from class to class and allowing your shoulders to touch as the two of you walked, and at lunch you would offer him some of your food, making sure to feed him with your spoon or fork. It was hard to ignore the redness that spread across Hyunjin’s face, as he turned away and clenched his teeth.

The two of you could have gone on forever, playing this twisted game of cat and mouse; however, it was taking a heavy emotional toll on the both of you. Every time you would see the two of them together you could practically feel your heart breaking a bit more, and the a lump in your throat form as you swallowed back your tears. Also, it was cruel to use Jisung as a pawn when he has been nothing but kind to you. That’s how you ended up in current situation, sitting across the lunch table surrounded by the rest of Stray Kids and the trainee. You sat across from him with Jisung by your side and the trainee sat by Hyunjin’s side, their arm linked with his as he elaborately explained a story that happened during one of their practices. While everyone seemed to be engrossed by his story, laughing along and adding comments here and there, you were glaring daggers at the trainee who was once again cuddled up at his side.

After the story was finished, Hyunjin slung his arm around the trainee and smirked, pulling them closer to his side. You could hear the trainee giggle, leaning up and whispering something into his ear, causing him to laugh as your fists clenched underneath the table. However, what really killed you was when he cupped their cheek and turned away leaning in close as he was going to kiss them. Around you there were wolf-whistles and screams of encouragement, but you couldn’t hear anything past the the blood rushing in your ears. Immediately you stood, clumsily muttering out an apology and excuse before running out of the room and down the hall.

You didn't have any particular place that you were running to as you just allowed your feet guide you. Somehow you ended up in a deserted hallway, placing your hands on your knees as you tried to stop the free-fall of tears that were dripping from your eyes. It was stupid to cry, he wasn’t even yours and yet here you were—sitting in a silent hallway sobbing because he really was about to kiss another girl. You heard slow footsteps approaching behind you, and you did your best in order to look presentable. Rubbing your eyes and cheeks with your sleeves, and patting down your hair, and taking a couple of deep breaths before turning around. You expected to see Jisung’s sympathetic face, but instead you were met with the concerned eyes of the one person who you loathed the most in that moment.

There he stood, Hwang Hyunjin in all his glory standing with his hands casually resting inside his pockets. He looked a bit frazzled as if he ran to catch up with you, but nevertheless he wore the same concerned and kind smile that he had when he first met you. And despite his charming looks, it didn’t change how much you wanted to punch him in the face.

“What the hell is wrong with you?”

“Me! Have you looked at yourself lately?”

You scoffed, crossing your arms across your chest. Clearly, you were aware that from the beginning everything was being blown completely out of proportion, and while you were both at fault, it did not give him any right to act like he was superior than you.

“You were about to kiss them!”

“So what? It isn’t any of your business who I kiss,” he huffed, crossing his arms across his chest. And his words just broke you, your knees already feeling weak as you placed your hand on the wall to keep you stable. Your fist was clenched as it turned white, tears beginning to once again cloud your eyes and threatening to fall as you struggled to form the right words to say. Everything that you have been meaning to say ever since you were fourteen came rushing back to you, sitting on the tip of your tongue ready to escape. You were conflicted, yet before you could contain yourself, the words came tumbling out.

“It is my business who you kiss when I wished that you would kiss me like that! You are so dense aren’t you, Hyunjin? Ever since we were fourteen, god, I wanted you to look at me just once like those girls in your fan club looked at you—just once I wished you would look past the fact that I’m your best friend and see me as someone that you could be with as a lover. It has always been you and as much as I tried to ignore these feelings, it will always be you,” you paused, running your hands through your hair, “look, I don’t expect you to return my feelings or anything, and I know that this probably ruined our friendship and I’m sorry about that and—”

“You idiot,” he breathlessly spoke, before leaning forward, cupping your cheek and crashing his lips onto yours.

The kiss was everything that you could have possibly imagined and more, his lips were soft against your own and after a moment or two, he pulled away grinning. To say that you were absolutely dumbfounded was a correct statement, and you stared at him—lips slightly agape and with wide eyes.

“So does that mean—” you started, slightly fiddling with the hem of your shirt.

“Why would I want someone else that’s not you? I’ve loved you since the spring I turned fourteen, and I’ve been waiting for some sort of signal or sign that you liked me back. I mean, I didn’t expect that new trainee to come along and almost tear apart our years of friendship due to some misunderstanding but honestly, I wouldn’t have it any other way. Plus, you are pretty cute when you’re jealous,” he smirked, earning a soft smack on the arm from you, “but, I would never choose anyone over you, especially when they don’t mean as much to me as you do.”

And with that Hyunjin enveloped you in another kiss, signifying the start of a future where both of your dreams have already come true.

#stray kids imagines #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyunjin x reader #kpop imagines #stray kids #kpop scenarios #stray kids scenarios #stray kids x reader #my writing

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hopeishappinessff · 6 years ago

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Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 36

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Embarrassed. Humiliated. A laughing stock perhaps? No… no one was laughing. Final conclusion… an utter disappointment. He prayed for an escape… prayed that maybe he could somehow melt away into the cushioned chair he occupied. Or disappear into thin air, if at all possible. He wanted to simply spontaneously combust, because this was entirely too much to bear. Sure, he was aware that a day would come that someone would actually explain to him… him. He was a complex mixture of a human, he knew that. But now that the day had arrived for him to better understand just how complex… he couldn’t believe he hadn’t thrown up yet.

Through pursed, paper thin, pink lips, she sighed and kept her eyes trained on the healthy stack of papers splayed atop her shiny desk. His eyes were cast downward, but he wasn’t looking at anything in particular. He just knew he didn’t have the guts to look at either of them. Dr. Stevenson… or Dr. Yates. She was visiting him on a flat screen today, but for the first time in a long time… he couldn’t look her in the eye. No… not while they were both attempting to apparently ruin his life, yet again.

“Manic-depressive illness or manic depression… commonly known as, bipolar disorder. This disorder is characterized by extreme mood swings that include emotional highs, or mania and hypomania, and lows… depression. During the mania or hypomania phases, the patient will endure extreme euphoria, you will feel full of energy or unusually irritable. Hypersexuality, also referred to as compulsive sexual behavior or sexual addition, can also exist as a sign of the disorder and is described as a dysfunctional preoccupation with sexual fantasies, urges, or behaviors that are difficult to control. Episodes of mood swings may occur rarely, or in your particular case, multiple times a year and they will affect your sleep pattern, energy, activity, judgment, behavior, and ability to think clearly.” Dr. Stevenson read from one of the papers, now held captive between the tips of her fingers. She continued to pause occasionally between paragraphs, as if waiting for him to say something. But, what was he supposed to say? What could he say? What words could be said to make anything about this situation better? Yes, he was aware of his diagnosed mental illnesses. What he was not aware of was an ‘explanation session’… a dual therapy session with the sole purpose of explaining to him exactly what it was that he would be living with for the rest of his life.

“Dissociative identity disorder or DID… a severe condition in which two or more distinct identities, or personality states, are present in – or alternately take control of – an individual… often described by some, as an experience of possession. One can also experience memory loss that is too extensive to be explained by ordinary forgetfulness. DID reflects a failure to integrate various aspects of identity, memory, and consciousness into a single multidimensional self. Usually, a primary identity carries the individual’s given name and is passive, dependent, guilty, and depressed. The alters’ characteristics – including name, reported age and gender, vocabulary, general knowledge, and predominant mood – contrast with those of the primary identity. Certain circumstances or stressors can cause a particular alter to emerge. The various identities may deny knowledge of one another, be critical of one another or appear to be in open conflict. Possession-form identities often manifest as behaviors that appear as if a spirit or other supernatural being has taken control of the person.”

His chest was heaving, he was desperate for air… and for her to stop talking. Though his eyes were squeezed shut, he could feel the emotion brewing behind his lids… burning the corners of his eyes… itching to be released. He wasn’t even sure if she was still reading from that damned paper or if his desperation to stop hearing her truths was loud enough to drown her out, but he certainly could not hear her anymore.

“Dr. Stevenson…”

She tilted her head upward only a centimeter, but her eyes raised completely and her brows bent in the corners when she noticed Christopher sitting there, hyperventilating. It was the stern voice of Dr. Yates who finally shut her up and her heart rate immediately catapulted when she realized her patient was nearly on the verge of passing out.

“Christopher!” She half yelped, half gasped… because now his face was as red as the shiny polish on her fingertips.

“Dr. Stevenson, please…” Again, the melodic, firm sound of Dr. Yates voice was what planted Dr. Stevenson’s bottom in her chair, because she was well on her way to fleeing from the room to call on Richard and perhaps a few other security guards. She’d been on edge with this particular patient, ever since the failed observation therapy session that almost landed Dr. Yates in a hospital last year in December.

Dr. Stevenson cut her eyes sharply in the direction of the flat television screen and her lips pursed in an almost non-existent manner as she waited for further instruction from Dr. Yates. She sighed delicately and removed the glasses from the bridge of her nose, staring at the young man through the screen as he continued to struggle to compose himself.

“Christopher…” He tensed at the sound of her voice and held his breath completely until she diffused him, “Open your eyes.”

It was magical almost, the way she so easily delivered a polite command and his body responded before his mind could fully comprehend what she’d said. His eyes parted and blurred in an instant, because the tears were prepped and ready to fall, but just that easily… she’d soothed him into opening his eyes. Like the expert she was.

“Lift your head.”

Like a pained old man, he gradually lifted his head and eventually, his blurred vision had no choice but to lock eyes with her. She wore a smile on her gracefully aging face and when he saw it, he temporarily forgot that Dr. Stevenson was still in the room… staring at him cautiously.

“How are you feeling today?”

He went to drop his head, a natural reaction he’d inherited lately under the… circumstances. But Dr. Yates was quick to lift a question brow to accompany her smirk, catching his attention before he could confide in the back of his eye lids again.

Clearing his throat, he sniffled and sighed, not even bothering to acknowledge the tears rolling casually down his flushed cheeks “I’m… alright.”

With a sudden look of confusion, Dr. Yates tilted her head curiously and blinked a few times “You’re… alright? Are you sure?”

Nodding, he finally surrendered to the overwhelming urge to drop his head, but this time he kept his eyes open and simply watched the tears trickle into his lap.

“Well, if you are alright… are those happy tears that you’re crying?” She asked, confusion lacing her words.

Suddenly he became unnecessarily mesmerized by the tears he shed, but really he was just too ashamed to acknowledge the real reason Dr. Yates was questioning him… she knew he wasn’t alright. He constantly internally praised her for being so incredibly intelligent and vigilant, so he knew she knew… he was not alright. But he was embarrassed by that thought… embarrassed to admit that the response he’d just given her was really just a cover for the truth. He felt like a complete and utter failure. Here this woman was, reading directly from his personal file and dropping the truth on him in a way he could have never been prepared for. Dr. Stevenson always seemed a bit rough around the edges to him and she never seemed to be one to have much sympathy for a person like him… but in this case, could he really blame her? She was simply doing her job, explaining to him in detail exactly how fucked up he was.

“Chris, if you’ll just let me finish…” Dr. Stevenson began to ramble, but Dr. Yates was always one step ahead.

“Sara,” She cut her off quickly and politely, like a car in traffic with a driver kind enough to toss a hand up to acknowledge they had indeed just cut someone off, “If I may?”

Dr. Stevenson look peeved, annoyed that someone was doing her the courtesy of shutting her up and stopping her from sounding like a heartless witch. She sighed firmly through her nose, but obliged to Dr. Yates request by slowly lowering the piece of paper back onto her desk.

“Christopher… if I may?” She was asking for his permission now… permission to continue on with the dauting task of verbalizing just how much he sucked as a human being. With a quick glance up at the screen, he sniffled once more and nodded his head… okaying her to continue on with the torture.

“Now, from my observation Christopher, I’m not so sure if you are indeed ‘alright.’”

He didn’t bother to respond… didn’t even bother to raise his head in her direction again. She was about to call him on his bluff and he had no energy to deny it… he simply was not alright.

“Like most of us, you’ve got a story. And if you’re curious to hear it, from my perspective anyway… your story is quite remarkable,” That certainly got his attention and whether he desired to or not, his head lifted on its own accord and he frowned at her… because surely she was mocking him, “There was once a young boy who, due to a series of awfully unfortunate events, lived a very angry and not so happy childhood. He witnessed turmoil beyond his control… turmoil that no human, let alone a child, should ever have to witness. And often he felt compelled to step forth to take action against the turmoil… because it involved his family, his mother. He would do anything to protect her, even at such a tender age.”

“Christopher, I want you to understand something… that young boy, filled with anger and not so happy feelings, who was undeservingly stripped of his happiness and forced to endure a life style that some fully matured men have never experienced… that is your story. And sometimes, in order to protect itself… the human mind will create its own chapters in order to ensure you are able to stay on the path of your story. Your mind created its very own protection against the chaos around you, because it was all it could do to survive. Thus, your altered personality was born.”

Born. The way she spoke of it, of Kin… the way she explained him and his ‘birth’ was rather relieving to him. Somehow, she made it make sense. Because she was indeed an expert.

“This entity became a safe haven for you, but in turn… he would often wreak unnecessary havoc on those around you, because the sole purpose of his existence has always been to protect you… which allowed you, so you thought, to protect those around you. Even as a child, your alter existed namelessly. He became your strength, your courage, your ability to stand against anyone you believed to be a threat against you and your family. But then… one day… a small bundle of happiness pulled into the driveway next door. She stepped foot from that car and swarmed you with an almost foreign feeling of peace… of genuine joy. That’s a feeling that we all crave, isn’t it? Joy? But for you, that feeling had become so foreign and forgotten… the moment you recognized it for the first time in your childhood, it became addicting. Overwhelmingly so. Sy’Diyah… Hope… she charmed her way into your life by simply moving in next door and from that day on, you couldn’t get enough of her, the way she made you feel whenever in her presence, the pure love that you could identify with that seemingly only she could fill you with, the peace… oh the peace and the solace. It was truly an addiction.”

Addiction was right. His eyes shut again and this time he managed to conjure up an entire image of her perfect face, perfect skin, perfect eyes, perfect smile, perfect hair. He imagined her right there in front of him, her sweet smell wafting around him, as addicting as it was. Her stare twinkling as she smiled lovingly at him. Her bump… the baby bump, protruding directly at him to remind him of the love they shared. He missed her, incredibly so.

“Even now, as you sit and delve into the many memories and images you’ve got stored solely in her heart for her… you feel it don’t you, the peace?”

He nodded finally and sniffled hard, because he could feel the tears brewing again “Dr. Yates I… I miss her.”

“Understandably so Christopher. Please, open your eyes,” He obeyed, parting his lids to her magical charm, “You are here, in this facility, away from your loved ones and away from the one true love of your life… because you deserve to be the greatest version of you that you can be. For them, but most importantly for you. You are not to blame for the misfortunes of your childhood or for your minds natural response to the turmoil in your young life. Had your remedy, your altered personality, not been born… I am honestly not sure that you would have flourished to be the young man who sits before us today… I’m not sure that you would have survived.”

Chris had never thought of it that way. He stared at her through burning eyes thoughtfully, pondering the thought she’d just ignited in his mind. Had his altered personality not been born from his real-life chaos, would he have survived? Was he really too weak to stand on his own as a man… was Kin seriously all of his strength?

“But Dr. Yates, his file clearly discusses in detail his lifestyle before moving off to Georgia for school. It doesn’t make much sense to me that you don’t believe he would have survived in a lifestyle that he willingly chose to live.” Dr. Stevenson finally managed to find her voice after she too became deeply enthralled in the sultry sound of Dr. Yates explanation.

“Who said it was done willingly Sara? Who said any of it was done willingly? The violent habits and the entire lifestyle created solely by the alter, the excessive desire for multiple women and sex, which as you just read is a direct characteristic of the bipolar disorder… combined with the DID… these occurrences are not done willingly. Even the slightest hint of vulnerability and weakness from Christopher, and Kin has always been the direct result. I’ve examined Christopher’s case from top to bottom, inside and out. His diagnosis is simple enough, but once closely observed, more complex than I’ve ever studied. Christopher and his alter are nearly two separate beings, if not for the fact that they indeed share one physical form,” Swiftly turning to face him, she wore a grave expression that nearly startled him, “The most interesting observation during this process… your alter doesn’t even respond accordingly to your dosages. The only reason you’ve been able to avoid blacking out in your recent sessions is because of the months of intense psychotherapy that has been forcing you to focus. You see, the top priority in your case is not to necessarily treat any symptoms, because truthfully that is nearly impossible… but rather educate you in the art of focus.”

Dr. Yates was indeed correct, Chris had been on a daily regimen with the psychotherapy sessions since his last black out and truth be told, he’d been doing an outstanding job. In every way that he could, he’d been non-stop focusing. Whether lying flat on his back on the sterile cot in his room, counting the small specks decorating the tiled ceiling. Or sitting in a corner in the recreation room, tuning in only to the faint sound of the clock ticking on the opposite side of the room… even over the chaotic sounds of the other patients sharing the space with him… he always made sure to focus. And it helped, it truly did help. The tactic, surprisingly instilled by Dr. Stevenson, aided him in his quest to control his thoughts, which allowed him to keep control of his own emotions… and more importantly, it allowed him to remain in control of himself.

“And, of course, the additional dosages of Zoloft. Synced with the focusing strategy, I believe it’s been a big help…” Dr. Stevenson muttered.

“You are correct, to a certain degree,” Dr. Yates noted, “However, the medication is only used to address the depression, anxiety, and it suppresses any anger. Unfortunately, we have to remember that the alter may not always respond to it.”

Eventually, Chris noticed that his tears had completely subsided, though he was left with an aggravating afterburn along the brims of his eyes. What was really the point in crying? It was upsetting to hear such negative truths about yourself, but he mustn’t forget the focus and dedication he’d put into this entire process in the span of a few months. Several of his psychotherapy sessions had been much more intense than others, some often brewing emotions within him that he often felt as if he could not control. But, as Dr. Yates had mentioned, he had been in control because he had mastered the art of focus. In fact, he’d been so consistently focused and if he had nothing else to be proud of in this precise moment in his life, it was that small fact. It was quite a huge accomplishment for him because for the first time since he could remember, he was absolutely in control. He smiled at the thought.

Chris

I may have been crazier than I thought, I wasn’t quite sure. But I tried not to dwell on that because then I would really start to believe it and I felt like that would completely change me as a person. I didn’t want to change… I just didn’t want to deal with these illnesses anymore. But if they continued to set me up in these sessions with not only one doctor physically sitting in front of me, but one on the flat plasma screen TV right beside her as well… I would have no choice but to know that I was insane. I was pretty positive no other patient in this institution had to endure their therapy sessions quite like this, but this is what they thought it took to get through to me.

Shifting my gaze from Dr. Stevenson to Dr. Yates, who’s bright and beaming face sat perfectly aligned in the center of the flat screen television, I sighed softly and shifted awkwardly in my seat. They were both watching me curiously, waiting for me to tell them why I thought I should be released from this sterile prison. I fiddled with my fingers and looked past the flat screen and out the window on the other side of the office. In all honesty, I didn’t know why I should be released or… if I should. I mean, I felt like I was making progress… no, I was sure that I was making progress. I was putting forth a serious effort to get myself together because I did really want out of this place. But the real world… everyday life… the place right outside of the hidden barriers of this building… it scared me. Petrified might have actually been a better term. Yes… it petrified me…

“Christopher…” Dr. Yates was speaking now and the sound of her voice alone never failed to capture my attention, so without further ado I turned my head slowly to face her… or the screen that she was presented to me on, “Are you afraid to leave?”

Lord where did this woman come from? She wasn’t even technically in the same room as me, yet she sat there and read right through me like her office was located in the middle of my mind. I could feel Dr. Stevenson staring at me, just waiting for me to give her something to write in that little yellow notepad. But, as usual, I trained my vision onto Dr. Yates and readied myself to respond to her and I even kind of pretended that Dr. Stevenson wasn’t even there. She wasn’t who I wanted to talk to… she never was. I’m sure she knew it too, thus the extravagant television set up with my therapist on it.

“In a way… yes.” I muttered.

“Why? Why are you afraid to leave the institute?” Tearing my eyes away from the screen, I peered at Dr. Stevenson from the corner of my eye and refrained from frowning at her question. I hated the way she spoke to me so… so… typically. I mean, sure it was her job to ask me questions and understand the gist of me and all that jazz… but in my opinion, she didn’t know what she was doing. She didn’t know how to be in tune with her patients like Dr. Yates… she didn’t know how to do anything like Dr. Yates.

“I just am.” I turned to look back out of the window and decided at that moment that I would no longer be addressing that woman. This was a session between Dr. Yates and I and she… she was just filling space in the room.

“You’ll be leaving on a fresh slate… and you know that, you’re okay with that… aren’t you? The fear here… lies in the prospect that your fresh slate will be tainted by the horrors of the outside world… please, shut me up at any time and tell me that I’m wrong Christopher… you know not to be afraid to correct me.” She said, laughter mixed softly in her last statement. Smiling to myself, I slowly shook my head to not only indicate to her that I would not stop her because she was not wrong… but also because I could almost feel Dr. Stevenson tensing in her seat. In reality, she sucked and the more Dr. Yates took over these sessions with me virtually, I’m sure she was beginning to understand that more and more.

“So essentially, you’re not afraid to leave… you are afraid to come back.” Dr. Yates finished her observation and I glanced from her to the other occupant of the room, because at this time I didn’t feel as though she deserved the title of doctor, and nodded my head. “I just… I don’t wanna mess up again.”

They were both writing, jotting down whatever it was that they concluded from what I’d said. I could never understand the purpose of the notebooks and I never much cared for them. I was focused on the hand across the table from me writing quickly like I’d just said a mouthful and almost didn’t hear Dr. Yates speaking through the television.

“Would you mind, Dr. Stevenson, if I had just a moment of time with Christopher?” She asked. Her question surprised us both and while I sat still in my seat with raised brows, Dr. Stevenson turned to face the TV before glancing back over her shoulder at me and smiling tightly.

“Sure… take your time.” She didn’t even bother to look back at Dr. Yates. She simply rose swiftly from her seat and glided quickly out of the room. My eyes remained glued to the shut door for a moment as I absorbed what’d just happened… she was in her feelings, because a woman miles away from us just gave her the boot from her own office. I almost snickered aloud, but Dr. Yates cleared her throat and got my attention before I could.

“Christopher…”

“Yes ma’am?”

“No formalities now,” She chuckled, “How have you really been?”

“I’ve been good… better. How have you been?” I smiled.

She smiled in return “Why haven’t I thought to excuse that woman long ago?”

We both laughed, but softly because I really didn’t know how far Dr. Stevenson had ventured away from the door.

“I have been very well, thank you for asking. I haven’t had a successful opportunity to speak to you one on one since your very last session here at the school with me. I wanted to pick your brain a little off record, if you don’t mind.”

“No… I don’t.” She sat there smiling for a while in her signature pose with her hands crossed onto the surface of her desk. It didn’t really look like she even had the notebook in front of her anymore and for that, I was thankful. She really was only interested in having a completely off the record conversation with me… and in a way, I was kind of excited about that.

“I’m sorry that I could not actually be there with you, but you seem to be doing exceptionally well. Communicating comfortably and more frequently… that is phenomenal.”

“I guess.”

“You guess…”

“I don’t really like it here… the people.” I explained slowly.

“It’s not a comfort zone for you. That’s understandable. But you are doing wonderfully during your time with Dr. Stevenson. I must commend you there.” She beamed.

“Thank you.” I smirked.

There was a moment of silence that left me with my head down, unable to face her piercing stare, and I thought maybe she was waiting for me to speak again… so I did.

“Dr. Yates… I-I never got to apologize to you for what happened when you were here…”

“I cannot accept that apology.”

Quickly raising my head, I eyed her with furrowed brows and opened my mouth to speak, but… no words came out. What? Did she really just say that?

“You cannot apologize for something completely out of your control. What happened that day in our therapy session… that was something that you could not prevent, even if you tried. I don’t want you to feel remorseful in any way for actions that were not yours.”

I felt myself nodding as she spoke and though she was right, I couldn’t ignore the regret for what I did that day… but it did also feel a bit strange apologizing on behalf of that other side of me. I didn’t even know what’d happened… until they forced me to watch the footage. And as I sat there staring at the gray image of myself stalking around the room at her, eventually corning her and threatening her in a way that made my stomach churn, I knew I had to offer her an apology as soon as I got the opportunity to.

“I wanted to give you an update, about Hope.”

All the sadness and memories of that last therapy session with Dr. Yates went right out the window the moment I heard that name. Hope… my Hope… my heart.

“What’s wrong with her?” I blurted.

She laughed softly and shook her head as she watched me visibly flinch in my seat, nerves clearly on end “Nothing at all. She’s doing wonderfully… very focused on her studies now. Perhaps a bit too focused, but she’s doing well non-the-less.”

“That’s good…” My voice drifted off for a moment as I thought briefly about her face. Her beautiful face and her pink and always pouted lips and her cute baby hairs that wisped with even the slightest wind and her wild mane of hair that cascaded all over her head like a golden waterfall…

“She’s about eighteen weeks along… and she glows like a ray of sunshine every time I see her.” My heart sank… I hadn’t expected her to discuss the pregnancy. As I said before, I knew she knew that Hope was pregnant, but I guess I completely forgot that she was there with her and I was not and there was a high possibility that they were still in contact in my absence.

“How is the baby? Does she even know what she’s… we… does she know what we’re having?” I didn’t even know I was capable of speaking this fast again because everything I did in life now seemed to be done leisurely.

Dr. Yates seemed to catch onto that because I caught the smile on her face that almost looked like a proud mother watching her child take its first steps.

“The baby is fine… and healthy. She does not know the sex… because she prefers to wait for you to find out.” That right there… those words right there, lit me up from the inside out. I felt like the sun itself would consume my entire body and beam right through my chest. She wanted to wait for me to find out what the gender of our baby was… she wanted to wait for me for something in life period? That made me feel like… the proudest man on earth. It made me feel like standing up and running through the rest of this treatment program so I could get the hell out and run all the way to Georgia to her. She was waiting for me… she was still thinking of me… she hadn’t left me behind.

“Christopher,” Her voice snapped me out of my frantic and joyous thoughts and I blinked rapidly as I turned my attention to her, “My goal here is to help you. You being in this institution will not benefit you… you being out there, in the real world, with your loved ones will.”

The rapid blinking stopped abruptly and I damn near stopped blinking altogether as my heart began to race while I waited almost impatiently for her to go on.

“There is a deal in the works at this time and nothing has been finalized, but… I am working very frivolously to have you released into the care of your mother. There is an entire case pending and I’ve been preparing all things necessary to present to the board of the institute to prove that home treatment would better suit you.”

My eyes shut while she continued to speak. I’m not even sure what she was talking about, something to do with this case that was pending against me, but the only thing my mind could focus on was what she’d said about me being released. I had to repeat a mantra in my head… don’t get your hopes up… don’t get your hopes up… only for these people to let you right back down. But I would simply be lying if I said my heart didn’t flutter with anticipation.

“I cannot make any promises, but I can guarantee you that if you do your part… if you continue to excel in your sessions and you continue to maintain your cooperation with Dr. Stevenson and with whatever regulations they implement for you… I will do everything in my power to get you home.”

Mentally I tattooed those words on my brain and held onto them dearly… there was no doubt in my mind that I would hold up my end of that deal no matter what.

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crystalsnowmins · 7 years ago

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Yoonmin Scenario #12

12 pages of fluff only.

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From Tumblr Prompt

First Date!AU, In which Yoongi asks Jimin out for an aquarium date and instead of having an actual date, it feels like a lot more babysitting Jimin because the said boy is really hyperactive but Yoongi wouldn’t have it any other way, even if by the end of day his wallet is empty, he would take Jimin’s smile over everything anyway.

Yoongi and Jimin have known each other as friends over two years now, through mutual, of course. Where Yoongi majors in music production, Jimin majors in contemporary dance. He came to know Yoongi through Hoseok, who dances hip hop with him. Hoseok is Yoongi’s friend and teaches Jimin dance at times. Yoongi and Jimin met coincidentally because of Hoseok.

It’s really a little too far saying that Jimin fell in love on the first sight, but yeah, he anyway did. Sue him. Yoongi was really reserved and didn’t show his feelings how Jimin showed. While the latter always hung to Yoongi and smiled so fondly at him, Yoongi treated him how he treats Hoseok.

That hurt Jimin, but he would take Yoongi’s friendship over nothing. That’s fine. Maybe Yoongi isn’t even gay. How do you ask someone about their friend’s sexuality without seeming to want to date them? Jimin doesn’t ask Hoseok though, he let it aside. Neither he would burden Hoseok nor Yoongi with his feelings.

Yoongi, on the other hand, knew about Jimin’s feelings. It’s not a rocket science, really. Especially with the way Jimin smiles at him, is always eager for his hyung to plan something next time, would even come running to him if Yoongi asked him for food some ass o’clock in the morning. See, it’s really not that difficult. Jimin makes it easy. He wears his heart on his sleeves, makes himself vulnerable for others to use it. And Yoongi doesn’t know if it’s Jimin best quality or the worst one.

But what he knows is that he’ll fuck up a relationship with Jimin. He’s so sure he will. He’s so devoted to his music that he doesn’t have time for anything else. He forgets important dates, he has a sharp mouth and a signature scowl on his face. He’s lazy and cooped up in his university studio. Above all, he’s fucking broke. How can a man like him make an angel like Jimin happy?

So he restrained himself from approaching Jimin. For two years, he saw Jimin going on dates and looking gloomy because of course, he’s not happy. He wanted to go on dates with the person he loved. He would tell Yoongi about who asked him on a date and hopefully wait for Yoongi to tell him not to go, that he will take him on dates, but give him some time. But that never happened, so Jimin started looking for love outside Yoongi’s studio.

But Yoongi’s patience is finally broken. When he thinks Jimin looks too happy without him, he doesn’t like that. He wants Jimin to be happy with him, be whiny when he’s not paying attention and demand it. He thinks he has waited for a long time now, he won’t let Jimin wait for him. One date wouldn’t hurt, right? He can do that for Jimin and from there on, the latter can decide if he still wants Yoongi or not.

So one day, he casually asks Jimin who’s sitting in his university studio and doing his homework. Well, he came inside with the excuse of doing homework in peace but he’s playing games on his phone now.

“Jimin-ah,” Yoongi calls for his attention but the said boys only hums. He hates how disappointed he feels when Jimin doesn’t look up excitedly to talk to him. “Would you like to go somewhere tomorrow?” He turns his chair and looks at the boy’s expression carefully.

Jimin looks up curiously, furrowing eyebrows at the question and god he looks so cute with his beanie in head and hair falling over his eyes. Why the fuck has Yoongi not asked him out yet?

“Like a date?” He hopefully smiles but uncertainty still remains in his eyes, just ready to say he’s joking if it’s too much for Yoongi. “I me-,”

“A date then,” Yoongi adamantly says and smiles at him in an assuring manner. Jimin’s eyes bulge out, heart thumping loudly in his chest because did he hear right? Did Yoongi ask him out on a date? IS HE GOING OUT WITH YOONGI ON A DATE?

“Thanks, Jimin-ah,” Yoongi whispers later, turning back to his computer. Truthfully, Yoongi is thankful for a lot of things, first and foremost for Jimin. Then he’s thankful for Jimin still waiting for him. And then he’s thankful for Jimin allowing him for a date. So the conclusion is that he’s thankful for Jimin.

“Okay, hyung,” Jimin whispers in the quiet studio and blushes hard. Oh god, he needs to squeal with joy. Instead, he clutches his shorts hardly and keeps his mouth shut, just swaying in his spot. He might just die of heart attack.

“Jimin-ah, where- oh, are you okay?” Yoongi worriedly asks a very red-faced Jimin, facial muscle taut and looking 0.1 seconds away from combusting.

Jimin relaxes and breathes out, “I’m fine,” And then he goes back to homework, or he tries while Yoongi’s stare bore into him.

“I was asking where do you want-,”

“AQUARIUM!” Jimin shouts loudly, looking wildly but happily at Yoongi. He was loud enough for Yoongi to move back instinctively. “I mean, aquarium,” Jimin shyly say and curses himself.

“Your tone won’t change the place,” Yoongi snorts, calming his heart not because of how Jimin shouted but how cute he seems, like an excited seal, flapping its flippers together and giving that creepy smile, but still very Jiminie. “You thought it all out, didn’t you?” Yoongi mutters, a smile on his face while he turns back to his work.

“No- I mean,” Jimin takes a deep breath. Don’t overdo!

It’s a little late for that, his subconscious chimes. Fuck, Jimin thinks.

“Taehyung and Kookie went last week and they were non stop talking about that place, so I wanted to go as well,” Yoongi turns back to Jimin and sees a pouty one, mind somewhere else but eyes on his homework. Is it too early to kiss that pout away?

Take the guy on a date first! His subconscious exasperate.

Jimin looks up at Yoongi watching him intently. He blushes and licks his lips. “I mean- you don’t have to. If you have other plans-it’s expensive but worth going, but like if you wanted to take me-,”

“I don’t,” Yoongi shrugs, “I spontaneously asked you, I don’t have plans so we’ll go to that aquarium,” Yoongi assures and Jimin unsurely looks at him, not satisfied because he feels like he forced Yoongi to take him to the aquarium. “Don’t worry about the money,” Yoongi gets up and pat his head, “I’ll take care of it,” He smiles again and Jimin can get used to seeing it every day.

“Okay,” Jimin mumbles.

Yoongi almost had three heart attacks in the night once he saw the price ticket for entry.

How the fuck Taehyung managed to take Jungkook there? Oh, rich parents.

But Yoongi can buy that digital mixer, he has been wanting to, later. Jimin smiles weigh more on the decision than his own needs. And right now, Jimin is his number one priority.

Somehow it didn’t feel awkward that they were both on a date rather than hanging out with friends. It felt like they have done this a lot, but in reality, it’s their first date. Jimin dressed up like he’s going to the aquarium for he wore an awfully a lot of blue. To his defence he wanted the aquatic species to feel relaxed seeing it's all blue and because the colour of the water is blue as well. Yoongi wanted nothing more than to hit him and ask him how did he enter college with such knowledge but then also he wanted to coo at Jimin’s thoughts and possibly pinch his cheeks.

His heart felt heavy when he paid for their entry fees but then it felt full when Jimin looked around in awe, taking everything in. Even when Jimin protested and denied Yoongi paying for him, Yoongi pulled out the hyung card on him and explained how they are on a date, so he should be paying.

It was an exceptionally crowded place, perhaps because it has opened recently. While Jimin looked around and thought about where to go, Yoongi looked at his hand and wondered if he should hold it.

“Hyung, let’s go see fishes first,” Jimin excitedly say and takes Yoongi’s hand and pulls him. Well, that makes his choices easier.

Again, it was crowded but due to their short height and slim body, they somehow made it in front of the big aquarium. The big fish tank was made of probably the thickest glass holding many species of fishes and corals and what not. From the information stand, Yoongi reads that it’s 1,200,000 litre aquarium. Oh wow. Then imagine the number of fishes and sea stuff in it. It’s like freaking ocean on land!

Jimin has stuck himself to the glass completely, with his nose and mouth pressing in an ugly way but Yoongi wouldn’t have it any other way. He stands next to an overexcited Jimin, who widens his eyes at every fish passing by.

“Annyeong,” Jimin half-heartedly says to an ugly fish stilled in their line of vision.

“That’s you,” Yoongi points at the same viperfish. Jimin looks at the fish and then at Yoongi with a pout and a frown. “Sorry, I didn’t-I’m really bad this, I didn’t-,” Yoongi sighs, mixing up his words and trying to apologise. He’s really bad at talking, only snarky comments come out of his mouth and he’s afraid he has saddened Jimin by his words. He should have known that the younger is sensitive.

“Well, that’s you then,” Yoongi looks up to see another ugly fish, blobfish, swimming and coming towards their side. He narrows his eyes at the fish but then at Jimin’s elated face, happy that he’s found even an uglier fish for Yoongi.

“Oh, you’re on,” Yoongi challenges and for the next 10 minutes, they pointed at every ugly, saying how they resemble the other. They finally had to be pushed behind when new people started to come in because they have been standing there for long.

Yoongi grumbles at their rudeness and scoffs at a father who pushes them out finally. “You okay, sunshine?” He asks Jimin who seemed all quite too well even though he was pushed.

“Sunshine?” Jimin happily ask. Yoongi nods, shrugging nonchalantly even though his heartbeat was pounding so hard. “You were calling me anglerfish a few minutes ago,” He says with no bite, almost teasing Yoongi.

“Why can’t you be both?” Yoongi asks back.

“But I like sunshine better,” Jimin whines and holds Yoongi’s hand. “Call me sunshine more,” He demands.

Yoongi sighs, “Okay, sunshine,” He smiles and correctly takes Jimin’s hand and intertwine their fingers. “Let’s see more ugly fishes, shall we?” Jimin nods enthusiastically.

Their next stop was at a tunnel where you could walk through and see some more aquatic species. This time they didn’t make fun of each other, instead walked through it all. Sometimes, Jimin would stop and ask Yoongi to take a picture so he could send his mother. Yoongi would gladly take a picture of Jimin making peace sign near his eyes. Sometimes Jimin would take their selcas together.

“Ah, hyung smile brighter!” Jimin whines and adjusts the camera once again.

“This is me smiling,” Yoongi complains, twitching his lips for a smile.

“Hyung, please. The fish will leave!” Jimin looks back at a catfish passing by. He takes the matter in his own hand and with two his fingers, pulls Yoongi’s lips upward for a smile.

Yeah, it was eventful walking inside the tunnel with a hyperactive Jimin wanting to take selcas with every unknown fish passing by, which by the way, was every time since he didn’t know any fish except Nemo.

Yoongi kept his hands to himself before hitting Jimin because Nemo was not a fish, it’s a character’s name and the fish was clownfish. He smiled at Jimin and dejectedly told him how smart he is.

After walking out of the tunnel, they looked at the information guide. Jimin was too close to Yoongi’s face, close enough that if the latter turns his head, he could kiss Jimin’s cheeks, and my god, does he want to.

Jimin wanted to go and feed otter some food because it was timed. So Yoongi happily agreed and held his hands once again before going to the next floor and entering a room where people were waiting for the otters to come out. There were exceptionally many people of different age wanting to see otters getting fed and feed the otters. How fun!

“Hyung, are you enjoying?” Jimin asks, standing on his tip toes to see.

“Why are you asking?” Yoongi mumbles, gently making his way to the front as possible so Jimin could see well.

“Because I feel like I’m enjoying too well and you’re not,” He pouts, finally stilling once he feels that the view is perfect.

“I’m enjoying just as much, sunshine, I just don’t show it,” Yoongi assures him, turning towards him. “I promise, if I wasn’t enjoying, I would have fed you to the sharks by now,” Yoongi teases and holds his waist.

“We haven’t seen the sharks yet,” Jimin giggles and points out.

“Well damn, now you know my plan!” Yoongi grumbles, faking it which makes Jimin giggle harder, almost squeaking, throwing his head back. Yoongi smiles as well, big enough for his gums to come in view. “I’m glad I asked you out,” He genuinely says and squeezes Jimin’s waist in affection.

“You promise you’re enjoying?” Jimin asks after calming down.

“I promise I’m enjoying seeing you tolerating me,” He winks and turns them around when the show starts. Yoongi, however, steps back and makes Jimin stand further in front and he wraps his arms around Jimin’s body and rests his chin on the younger’s shoulder.

Jimin tenses a bit, gulping down dryly before listening to Yoongi sighing in content. So he allows himself to relax. Yoongi is enjoying his time with Jimin so he can relax. He leans back further into him and relaxes completely.

The aquarist first entertains people with a small show with otters and then he informs them about the otters. Then he shows how to feed the otters carefully without being bitten by them. Very little people volunteer to do it because they were still afraid of it.

The instructor slowly coaxes them and say its safe to go and feed them. Little girls and boys move in front one by one to feed the otters. Honestly, Yoongi doesn’t know what’s so fun to see otters being fed but he doesn’t comment. Instead, he tries to keep up with Jimin moving around a lot in his place to get a view.

Yoongi chuckles, “Sunshine, why don’t you feed them as well?” He asks and Jimin stops, turning around with wide eyes.

“Yoongi, only children are feeding, I'll look stupid!” Jimin scolds him, shaking his head in disbelief.

“Well, you’ll look stupid even if you stand here and jump to see it,” Yoongi shrugs before realising what he has said. “Not that you’re stupid because you’re not. I just-,”

“Will you come with me to the front?” Jimin cuts his off and asks.

“Yes!” He says with a moment of hesitation, “I’ll come with you the front,” Yoongi smiles and Jimin returns it before turning around and moving towards the front.

Jimin by far no means was afraid. He gently pushed everyone aside by grumbling to either touch the damn thing or move away. Yoongi couldn't help but chuckle at the sudden change demeanour. But he came back to his angel self when it was his turn. He sat on his feet and took the fish from instructors hand and followed the instructor’s guidance.

He basically swings the fish in his hand until the otter jumped out of the water and took it between its paws. Jimin clapped for him and laughed when the water splashed onto him. Somehow amongst everything going on, Yoongi has his phone already out and recording it.

He immediately stopped recording once Jimin turns back to him with a smile. A blush creeps upon Yoongi’s face when Jimin asked if he was taking his pictures. Yoongi answered yes and Jimin asked him to forward it later.

When they leave the pool area, Yoongi decides to eat something before venturing further. Even when Jimin whined and said that they’ll miss the dolphin show. Yoongi gave him the option of either seeing dolphin show or mermaid show because if they go see the dolphin show and come back to eat, they’ll miss the mermaid show and Yoongi is really hungry.

Jimin agrees to Yoongi’s idea of seeing mermaid show. So they move towards the food court area and took a seat before deciding what to eat from many options. Jimin was against eating seafood, not like he eats anyway, but he somehow has persuaded Yoongi to not eat seafood today explaining how the fishes could sense their dead friends being eaten or something. Yoongi gave an ugly scowl to Jimin but he still didn’t eat for his sake.

During the time in the food court, Jimin explained how it’s his first time ever been to an aquarium because due to the financial crisis, his father promised but he couldn’t take all of them. So he’s a little excited today and hopes Yoongi doesn’t mind it. To which Yoongi wanted to ask if little is even the correct term for it. But he didn’t embarrass him, he felt awe when Jimin talks about all the fishes they saw on their way and he feels like he has done something right in his life.

He promised Jimin that he would take him to all the places he has not visited. Even though he is broke, he can work something out, but if the reaction is like this, then Yoongi would go to any extent to make Jimin excited and happy. He would even fucking buy him a land on the moon if Jimin wants that.

Quickly after eating, Jimin and Yoongi leave for the mermaid show. Somehow, being short heighted, they make it to the front in the same position as before. Yoongi stands behind Jimin and wraps his arms around him. It feels normal to do, especially with the way Jimin gets so pliant and comfortable to lean back even more.

The mermaid show was basically about the story of mermaid survival in the sea water and how they live among other fishes. In the midst of the show, Jimin had leaned away from Yoongi, looking in awe and anticipation. Yoongi just pulls him back. Jimin is as invested in the whole show as the young children in front of them. Instead of watching the show, Yoongi decides to watch Jimin.

And yeah, call him cliche, but Yoongi thinks this view is far better than the show in front of him. Especially when Jimin would giggle and clap when a good scene occurs, or he would furrow his eyebrows, and chant no, no, no when something bad is happening to the mermaid. Yoongi is simply mesmerized by Jimin. People around the college say that Jimin is a bit childish, doing aegyo and stuff and whining like a kid half of the time, that he has more femininity in him than more masculinity like it should be. That he’s so fucking cheery and annoying with his voice and laughter.

But you know what? Yoongi lives for it. He fucking waits for Jimin to come and spend time with him, he gets anxious when Jimin doesn’t come to the studio, for he feels he has upset Jimin somehow. But when Jimin comes, it’s like Christmas came early. He would chatter away about his day, and Yoongi would pretend to work, but he would eagerly listen to Jimin’s story. He would make lame jokes to see Jimin laugh because he knows Jimin would. He lives to see Jimin gets bratty and pull out his aegyo card to get what he wants because the brat knows that no one would resist him. Yoongi indulges Jimin, he fucking lives for Jimin being happy.

When the show ended and the mermaid was bowing to the audience, Jimin was almost flailing around and clapping, saying how cool and pretty it was. Yoongi looks around in embarrassment and sighs when people confusingly looks at them, especially a 21 years old man acting like a 7 Years old.

“You’re loud,” Yoongi comments and start pulling Jimin away.

“I get a little excited!” Jimin defensively says the infamous pout makes its way on his lips. Fuck.

“Little, sunshine?” Yoongi teases.

And for the rest of the day, they looked around the other parts of the giant aquarium building, they saw penguins and dolphins and many other shows being performed that day. Even when Yoongi was dead tired and his feet hurt, he didn’t let it show, instead he went around with a hyperactive Jimin.

At the end, when everything was closed down, they went to the souvenir shop to look around. While they separated for a little while, Jimin looked around to see if he could buy something for Yoongi. Because the latter had done so much for him today, he felt like he needed to show that he appreciates Yoongi’s effort. He’s pretty sure he has been a pain in the ass and Yoongi is regretting his decision. Which obviously makes him sad, feeling like this is the last and first time this will be happening. But then too he’s glad, because it was the best of best dates and he’s not being bias, absolutely not.

On the other hand, Yoongi was at the plushies section, looking at the different plushies to buy for Jimin when his eyes landed on a dolphin. He remembers from a few hours ago, when they saw dolphin from far, how Jimin was excited, saying dolphins are his favourite mammals and how he would go to the beach in his hometown and wonder if they would come to shore, but of course it was when he was little. He also mentioned he has seen a lot of documentary on dolphins. How boring and fucking cute.

When they meet at the counter, Jimin looks at the giant dolphin in Yoongi’s hand and widens his eyes.

“Hyung, who’s that for?” Jimin asks, eyes suspiciously.

“For you, of course,” Yoongi answers and keep the plushie on the counter for payment.

“No, hyung, don’t buy for me,” Jimin says, taking the plushie from the counter.

“Why not?” Yoongi asks, snatching the plushie from him. “Didn’t you say you liked dolphins?” Yoongi looks at him in question, “Is there something else you like? You can look around and tell me, I’ll get for you,” He assures him, taking the plushie to keep it back.

“No, hyung. I like dolphins,” Jimin informs. “You just don’t have to buy for me,” He says, feeling a bit sad because his gift is so small compared to Yoongi’s.

“I don’t have to,” Yoongi agrees, “But I want to, sunshine, so let me,” Yoongi smiles and squeeze his hand before turning around to pay. Jimin goes back to the entrance of the shop because he couldn’t look at the price and feel not guilty. He looks at the gift in his palm and sighs.

“What happened?” Yoongi asks after purchasing that giant plushie, “You don’t look happy,” he notices and unconsciously cups Jimin’s cheeks with his unpreoccupied hand. Jimin instinctively leans. “I’m sorry if I’m forcing you to have it, I can go and give it back,” Yoongi says and caresses his soft skin.

“No, hyung. It’s fine, I’m fine. I’m just a little tired now,” He fakely yawns to prove it.

Yoongi nods, “Then let’s take you back to your dorm, yeah?” Jimin nods and they exit the building.

While waiting for the last bus to come, Yoongi gives his gift to Jimin as a souvenir for their first date. Since he’s not a man of many words, he just thanks Jimin for letting him take the latter to the date and being such a delight, with a teasing tone.

Jimin was a blushing mess, trying to look away from Yoongi so he doesn’t see it. Yoongi does and smiles. Jimin consciously links their pinky together, feeling rather overwhelmed now even though they were cuddling back in the aquarium. But since now the hangover of seeing fishes and the aquarium is over, he is suddenly pulled back to reality. When Yoongi doesn’t pull back he feels himself relax until the former suddenly intertwine their fingers.

On the way to the university, Jimin rests his head on Yoongi’s shoulder while the latter smiles and pats his head, hands still linked together.

Yoongi goes as far as to walk Jimin to his dorm even though Jimin whined and said he could go alone. But Yoongi wanted to be a gentleman until the end. So they walked through the deserted corridor, while Jimin cuddled the plushie and swung their linked hands back and forth.

Arriving at Jimin’s room, suddenly everything was 10 times more awkward. It was obvious they didn’t want to end the night, but Jimin has morning classes and he needs to attend those. Yoongi nervously played with Jimin’s small fingers.

“I hope it was fun for you,” He mumbles, not daring to look into the younger’s eyes. “I can be a little asshole but I swear I didn’t mean anything bad...I was nervous,” He explains, giving a brief look at a very dazed Jimin. The younger couldn't believe that his hyung was nervous about the whole date. If anything, Jimin was crushing on him for two years now, so it should have been him being a clumsy and blushy mess, which he was. But he doesn’t mind seeing Yoongi blush now.

“It was the best,” Jimin agrees, showing a thumbs up and Yoongi nods. He scratches his neck out of nervous and wonders if it’s time to leave.

“I’ll see tomorrow then, sunshine?” He says, moreover asks because he was not sure himself where to take this now. They were on a date for the first time and Jimin is a very precious friend to Yoongi, so he doesn’t want to ruin their friendship out of romantic feelings.

“Lunch date, hyung?” Jimin eagerly asks.

Yoongi snorts, “You’re quite demanding,” He says and crosses his arms.

Jimin nervously chuckles, “I can be a handful,” He agrees. “If you don’t want to…,” He trails off, gesturing between them nervously.

“I want to,” Yoongi interrupts his idea immediately. “I want to do this Jimin, if I didn’t want to, I wouldn’t have asked you out. I don’t mind you being a handful because I want to take care of you, so would you please let me?” He comes closer to Jimin and holds his waist.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to hear that,” He looks on the verge of crying, with the way his voice was choking him.

“I’m sorry, sunshine.” Yoongi apologises and brings his face closer to Jimin. “I’ll make up for everything, yeah?” He smiles and leaves a peck on Jimin’s nose.

“You better,” Jimin hits him lightly on shoulder and huffs, trying to control his tears through laughter.

“I’ll get going then,” Yoongi says and moves back to leave. “Take care, I’ll see you on that lunch date,” He promises and squeezes Jimin’s hands.

“Hyung,” Jimin steps forward and the said but turns in question, “I’ve something for you as well,” He takes from his front pocket and hides in his fist. “It’s not much, I’m sorry...I just thought of you when I saw it and...it’s really not much, not at least how much you’ve done for-,”

“Am I getting my gift or not?” Yoongi cuts him off and pouts childishly. Jimin giggles and open his palm to show a small silicon dolphin.

“It’s a USB,” He explains and opens tail part to show the USB. “Like I said, it’s not much. You produce songs and stuff, so I wanted to get you this, I don’t know if you need this though,” Jimin furrows his eyebrows for a moment and pout, thinking if he bought a wrong gift. “But if you do use whenever, I hope you remember today and me,” He shyly finishes and waits for Yoongi to take it.

Yoongi does, “So basically you thought of yourself,” Yoongi concludes, looking at the cute USB and then Jimin with an expectant look.

“No!” Jimin flails, trying to hold his giant ass plushie, “You always complained about how the dance club takes your USB but never returns. So I bought you one, it wouldn’t make a difference...you know what, hyung? Forget it, it's a stupid gift,” He takes the USB from Yoongi’s hand and glares at it with a pout. Suddenly he’s angry at himself for being such a stupid person. Who buys USB as a gift?

“Heyyy!” Yoongi complains and snatches it right back from Jimin. “It’s my gift!” Yoongi unconsciously pouts and inspects the USB again. Jimin whines about how stupid it is, and he’ll buy something better but Yoongi is relentless. “No, I wanted a USB but I was too lazy to go around buy, so thanks, Jiminie,” He genuinely says and pockets the USB carefully.

“Hyung, please give it back, I’ll get you a better gift,” Jimin pouts in his plushie, looking frustratedly cute.

“You can buy me more gifts, but I’m keeping this one,” Yoongi assertively says, “It’s from our first date,” He moves towards Jimin and hold his face, caressing his bottom lip so the pout could be gone. “Maybe I’ll produce songs for you and save it in it, hmm?” Hearing that, Jimin clears the pout and give a shy smile.

Jimin finally agrees Yoongi decides it's time to leave so he raises himself a bit to kiss Jimin’s forehead and mumbles and goodnight against it. Jimin sighs in relief. But before they could part ways, Jimin holds Yoongi’s arm and pulls him and gives a hasty kiss on his cheek, then opens the door to his room and slams in Yoongi’s face, heart beating louder than before. Yoongi stays on his spots for exactly 5 more minutes before he starts breathing again and ask himself to calm down and not combust.

Next day, lunch date was interrupted by their friends at whom Yoongi scowls harder and pouts. Jimin just giggles and tells them about the date and what they saw and praised Yoongi.

“We should go on a double date!” Taehyung suggests while Jimin and Jungkook nod in agreement.

“Yes!” Jimin fists in the air. “We totally should,” He looks at Yoongi for confirmation.

“No,” Yoongi scowls and Jimin pouts.

“Why hyung?” He hears two whines, apparently one from Jimin and another one from Taehyung.

“Because I'm not getting paid enough for babysitting three toddlers at once,” He says and turns back to his lunch.

Jimin stays angry at him till the end of the day while Jungkook shrugs him off and Taehyung, well he didn’t heed his comment and looked for places where they could go.

* * *

Why is it so dry even when the date was in an aquarium? Sigh...

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