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lunaekalenda · 4 years ago

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Heya An 💕🥺 I hope when you see this you are doing good!! First of all congrats and I checked out your event (which is so creative btw and I love it) and here is my request! (I hope it’s not complicated omg-)

💖, ❓, can it be in the aot world? Like she joined the survey crops and she is really skilled, smart and really tough and that caught Levi’s attention and he has a crush on her :,). After a mission battle she almost risked her life but Levi saved her. It got her by surprise and she tells levi why did u save me out of all ppl and Levi decided to confess his feelings first time to the person he loves and he gets all nervous and shy. (Like he just says randomly “will you be my girl?”) and hes all blushed up. And the girl is all surprised but accepts it and she brags abt it to all her friends that Levi is her man and he lowkey is rlly happy abt that 🥺 (fluff scenes of him holding her hand and all that to FINALLY show off he has a girl and he’s so cute and happy abt it 😭). Thank you and have a great day ✨

ofc!! i hope you like it <3 and thanks for participating! <3

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romance + strangers + canonverse feat. Levi Ackerman

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“Nice one!” Hange says approaching you. You land on the floor and smile to them. They look to the tall tree you just escalated in a very short time.

“I wanted to try a trick that Rico taught me.” you say. Hange nods, excited.

“The one with the little tumble to turn faster and begin the descent with propulsion?” you nod.

“Yes! It’s pretty useful.” you say. You’ve been friends with Hange for a while now, but you spend most of the time with the cadets of your promotion, specially with Eren.

You have just joined the corps this promotion, training with Eren, that’s what made you two so close. You’re also friend of Mikasa and Armin.

“Hange.” Levi calls them. He’s walking towards you two, loosening his shirt collar with a bony hand. “Erwin is calling us.” He looks at you, as if he had just noticed in your presence. He knows you, he recognizes your face though you two never talked. You made the salute to Levi, after all, he’s your superior. He nods quietly.

He of course knows you. You’re that one that uses the ODMS as if you were executing a ice skating routine, so graceful and pretty. Hange waves a hand towards you. Levi walks fast in front of them.

“You’re too obvious.” they say. Levi grumps.

“Shut up.”

Erwin called them to let them know there’s a mission the next day. One of the squads that went for a recognition a week ago has not arrived yet, and they want to search them. And to know if all of them are alive. Hange says they can call their squad, where you are listed. Levi nods, knowing he has to call his new Special OPs Squad. You talk to Eren to ask him if his squad also goes on the mission when Hange tells you you have to be prepared to fight tomorrow. Eren nods.

“Yes. Captain Levi told us earlier. So, I guess we have to go for that...” he says. You nod and say bye to him after you two end having dinner. You enter your bed and prepare yourself for sleeping, trying to recover energy for tomorrow’s mission.

It is too early in the morning to be talking about titans, but Erwin is giving his discourse before you all leave. You listen to him, trying to avoid unintentional yawns. Once he has assigned every squad to each part of the army, you start to walk. Casually, Eren’s squad is next to yours, on your left. He smiles at you. Behind him, Levi Ackerman looks as awesome as usual, up in his black horse.

The way is silent in your group and kinda uncomfortable. Some soldiers are crying and some others are screaming that they want to go back home. You try to not listen to them. You also want to go home.

No, you don’t. You’re here because you want to help humanity. If stay away from home and risk your life will help your family to live in better conditions, with no more fear, you’ll risk it every day.

A red light is seen, and you know what that means.

“Titans!” Hange says. “I wonder what amazing ones will we find today...” Once you’re near enough to them, you take your blades and swing between the trees.

Levi saw you do that hundreds of times, but seeing your body elevate quietly, all the grace in every movement, from your side is another story. His grey eyes follow you, as if the battlefield was now a stage and this was a kinda strange ballet, in which you were the main dancer, and he only one of the public.

He looks around, blushed. He has to center himself in the battle. Giving a couple orders to his squad, he easily finds an enormous titan. He goes all way up a tree, searching its weak point. You do the same a couple trees to his left, fighting. There’s a weird titan between the two of you, and Levi cannot predice its movements. He seems to be interested in you, but at the same time, he looks at Levi, as if he was about to attack him.

Unfortunately, you were it’s prey.

The titan runs towards you, his mouth open and his hands ready to catch you. You didn’t see him coming, you were too centered on the one you were attacking. The titan caught you off guard, taking one of the strings of your ODMS, making you scream. Levi hears that.

“Y/N!” He goes as fast as he cans near the titan, seeing your blades moving fast towards the enormous hand that was about to cage you. He kills the titan you were trying to kill, the one that had his mouth ready to eat you from his colleague’s hands. Then, he turns over himself, attacking the other one’s neck, the one that is squeezing your body so hard that you’re even screaming of pain. He never saw you screaming of pain. Never.

That’s when he realized how you’re suffering. You feel how the hand around you loses all strength and you fall. You fall because your body feels weakened. Levi catches your body in its way to the floor. You feel his warm body surrounding yours, his calm breath and his voice it’s the last thing your senses catch before you pass out.

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The first thing you feel when you wake up is a fluffy bed under you, followed by a softly touch on your leg. You open your eyes quietly, trying to adapt to the light of the room. Levi is there. You blush.

“Captain Levi?” you ask in a whisper. He looks at you.

“Y/N, you’re awake.” he says. He offers you a glass of water. You thank him and drink slowly.

”What happened?” you ask. You don’t remember exactly how you ended there, but you were surprised to find Levi by your side.

“You got squeezed by a titan three days ago.” he says, looking at the marks in your legs. “I came here with you as fast as I could and took care of you.” he says. His hand feels soft and hot against your skin.

“You? You took care of me?” You ask. He nods.

“For all the days you’ve been here, in this bed, with your eyes closed.” he says, his voice going down and his gaze showing what he feels: tiredness.

“Have you been sleeping here, Captain.?” you ask. He nods.

“In this chair.” adds. You take air heavily, but it makes your ribs hurt. He looks at you concerned.

“I’m ok, I’m ok.” you say. “But you should get some sleep.”

“No.” he says.

“Why?” your tone is concerned now. He looks at your bed, but never at your eyes.

“You need someone to take care of you.” He simply answers. His hands play with your leg quietly, making sweet caresses on too of the wounds. You look at his hands dancing on your skin. It feels really good... Levi has been taking care of you for days. He saved you and then took care of you. You thought that the one that will be Levi's partner will be so lucky...

“Can I ask you why did you save me?” you ask, out of nowhere. His hands stop its caresses and he looks at you. His grey eyes are fixated on yours, making a quick scan all pver your face. Your plump lips that he dreamed to kiss for a long time, your cute nose, your blushed cheeks and your beautiful eyes.

“Cause I like you, and i was hoping you could be my girl, y/n” he says.

Wow. You weren't expecting that. He said it so directly, as if it was the simplest thing to say. As if it was easy as breathing. You looked at him, but he was serious.

"Be your girl?" you ask. Levi nods.

"I've been watching you. How strong, beautiful and powerful you are. All those things make my mind a mess, full of you. Your voice. Your body. Everything about you is invasive in my head." he says.

You were totally speechless, analyzing every movement he makes. How his adam's apple goes up and down nervously, how he plays with his hands. You find it kinda cute, how a captain of the Survey Corps is nervous to tell the girl he likes his feelings. After all, Levi took care of you. You felt an attachment, a bond that pulled you closer to him as magnets. You smiled.

"We'll give it a try." you say. He looks at you again, blushed. You smile. His hand searches yours quietly, and you let his fingers tangle with yours. He smiles.

"Y/N, I prom..."

"HOW'S MY FAVORITE GIRL EVER DOING?" Hange asks, entering the room. They didn't pay attention to your tangles hands. A shy Eren and a concerned Historia are behind them. "Oh, you look less like a zombie." they says. "I'm sure that Captain Levi has been taking care of you really well, if you know what I mean." they winks. Levi clicks his tongue, but he keeps your hand caged in his. That makes your stomach be full of butterflies.

"I saw you were in danger, who helped you?" since Historia wasn't called to that mission, she didn't knew what happened. Rumors are fast but, the 99% of the times, false.

"Yeah. Fortunately..." you look at Levi. How his eyes shined when he told you he wanted you to be his girl. "... fortunately my man was there for me." you smile and Levi almost choke on his saliva, but his acting skills were really worked. Historia smiled and Eren blushed.

"Oh Goddess, you two are now a couple?" she asks. You nod, smiling, and Levi blushes after being caught looking at you.

"Why did the little brat blush?" Levi asks. Eren coughs.

"It's just that is weird... My bestie and my Captain..." he says. You blush as well.

"It isn't!" Historia goes on your defense. "It's really beautiful. How the two of them..."

"... are wishing to be alone and we're here. Guys, head to the dorms, our girl is being treated." Hange says. Levi raises a brow and you let out a little laugh.

"Your jokes are pitiful." he says. They close the door behind them and Levi sighs. You smile at him.

"Then... About what treatment was Hange talking?"

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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 4 years ago

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Show me yours and I’ll show you mine

Mob! Leo x fem reader

Summery: You’re a sex worker working at the infamous Red Room (R&R) brothel in New York city when you run into Leo who’s there not on business. He, somehow, takes a liking to you and your adventure ensues.

Warnings: NSFW, sex work mentions, fist fight/violence, alcohol mentions, violence mentions.

((A/N: This doesn’t have much of a plot, just a fun idea I had and I haven’t written a mob fic in so long so here ya’ go!!))

It wasn’t a slow day at Red Room, Clients had been in and out all day and it was nearing 7pm. The smell of perfume and cologne hung heavy in the air and the place was starting to get messy. During the day the brothel is mainly used for men to drink and be kept company but when the night hits, it comes alive.

Women roaming around in lingerie of every kind, singers and dancers to entertain those who are just here to escape their wives or boys trying to become men chasing down pretty women who only show interest after they flash their cash. Security is pretty tight, too. Can’t have minors getting in, as much as they try, or anyone throwing off the atmosphere with drunken brawling.

It’s a beautiful September night, the air is still warm the remnants of summer and sun beans are streaming in through the ornate glass windows. Classic, beautiful furniture covers the main room where men get to know their chosen girl before she takes them back to her room and the bar is crowded with the usuals who are just here to watch and have a good time.

You walk through the vast room, smiling and making chit chat with as many of the men as you can before picking up your drink and retiring to one of the chairs. For a busy day it was still slow for you. You adjust your thigh highs as you sit and take off your heels. A small rest wouldn’t kill you. There were all sorts in tonight including, or so you’d heard, one of the mob boys. You hadn’t laid eyes on him yet but there was a certain tension surrounding the place that only the turtle boys could create so even if you hadn’t seen him, you could feel him. They weren’t strangers to R&R, sometimes they’d bring business associates here to butter them up, buy them a girl for the night and talk business where she kissed their neck or they’d come for their own pleasure.

You take another look around the room, most of the men were focused on Starla who was singing a blues version of “how to be a heart breaker”, her voice slightly deeper than usual and full of sensual promise and her bright red, lacy bra and panties are particularly stunning. Praying that no one will approach you for at least another 10 minutes you take a sip of your whiskey and sit back to enjoy the show- when you hear it.

From a more distant corner of the room there are raised voices and harsh words being thrown about, something that is not accepted in the Red Room. Putting down your drink, you pick up your heels in your other hand and go over to see what all the fuss is about.

“I want what I fucking paid for!” comes a voice from a heavily intoxicated man who is standing on the last step to the stairs. Cherry stand in front of him, clearly distressed and looking slightly dishevelled. You can only assume that something went wrong in the bedroom and she had to run. Bastard you thought to yourself.

“Not if you won’t wear a condom! There are fucking rules!” she bites back. She was right, R&R had very strict guidelines to keep their girls and patrons safe and condoms must be worn for any and all sexual activity as well as regular STD checks.

That’s when he finally loses his cool completely, grabbing Cherry by the hair and trying to pull her back up the stairs. You don’t know exactly what came over you but before you know what you’re doing you drop your heels and rush over, prising his hand from her hair and socking him in the jaw. His head flies back from the impact and hits the wall, ricocheting off it before he falls down cold on the stairs which is met by a round of applause from the crowd that has gathered around you both. You turn to a now crying Cherry.

“you ok? What did he do? You alright?” you ask in quick succession.

“I-I’m-” she sobs and holds on to you, you wrap your arms around her bare waist and move her slightly to the side as the ever late security deals with the unconscious guy. You decide it’s better to get her away and instead take her outside where some of the other girls have crowded round and offer her drinks and cigarettes as well as their sympathies. They stroke her hair and comfort her so you venture back inside, leaving her in their very capable hands.

Once back in the main room, the madame for the night walks briskly over to you with a hard expression on her face.

“And just what was that?” She half whispers

“I know right, that jerk was trying to make her go bare back even though we’re super specific that we don’t do that here” you reply

“Not that!” She snaps “That little brawl you had with him. What do you think you were doing?”

“...Defending my colleague?” you’re confused, this isn’t the first time one of the girls here has had to step up for another, it probably won’t be the last either.

“We have to crack down on you- you girls getting into fights! It’s dangerous and irresponsible and I think you should go home for the rest of-”

You both stop when you sense a presence to your right. Looking over you come face to face with a towering figure: Leonardo.

The madame clears her throat and smiles

“Ah, Mr Leonardo! How- how may we help you?” she beams at him. You’re not sure if it’s out of respect or fear, probably a mixture of both.

“How much for this one?” He says point blank.

“Excuse me?” The madame’s jaw almost hits the floor

“How much for this one for a few hours?”

You smile and give him big doe eyes as he talks price with her and she still attempts to send you home. Eventually it’s settled and allows you to take him back to your room.

He’s silent on the walk up there even as you chat idly about how handsome he is as you usually do with clients and making sure to sway your hips extra heavily to give him a good view as you walk up ahead of him.

Once tucked inside your room, you kneel on the bed and face him.

“So, how do you want me, big guy?” you say in a low, seductive voice.

He sits in a chair by the door in the corner and lights up a cigarette which isn’t technically allowed but acceptations are always made to accommodate the mob boys so you let it slide.

“You can cut that shit out now” he says bluntly.

“what shit?” you’re confused again

“The ‘big guy’ and ‘you’re so handsome’ practically drooling over me shit. It’s overdone and, honestly, you’re not very convincing.”

“I’ll have you know that my acting skills are top notch but if you want realness lets go. How do you wanna fuck me and how long do I have to put up with you for?”

He smiles at that

“Atta’ girl”

You both sit in silence for a few minutes as he looks over you, drinking in your form. His eyes always linger on your hips and the garter belt around your waist so you can safely assume these are your best features in his opinion.

“What possessed you to take on that drunk guy?” he breaks the silence

“My friend was in trouble, besides, I’ve got a solid right hook and wanted an excuse to use it” you reply. He smiles again. Not to be cocky, but I think I’m winning him over you think to yourself.

He’s rented out your room for two hours and all he seems to want to do is talk. He doesn’t even get up from his chair apart from once and only then it was to look out the window as he asked you about how you ended up here. You assumed it was some kind of saviour complex, the whole “how did a nice girl like you end up in a dump like this” routine but the truth is you like the Red Room. You love the attention and praise it gets you, your family knows what you do for a living and are proud of you and you’ve made some good friends here.

“...Besides” you continue “it’s the only place around here where it’s not impossible to make 5 grand in a night if you try hard enough. Most other places can’t say the same.”

He was decent conversation although he was reluctant to tell you anything about himself, but he listened and appeared genuinely interested in what you had to say. You even made him laugh a few times. You didn’t know the turtle boys even had a sense of humour.

Your 2 hours with him were coming to an end and, after pouring him a final drink, you said your goodbyes, It wasn’t completely unusual for a client to simply want to talk for their time with you, but from what you’d heard the turtle boys have an insatiable appetite for women so it doesn’t quite sit right with you that he didn’t want your body. Oh well.

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The next morning was your day off. You woke up before your alarm and took a few minutes to hug your pillow closer to you and breathe in the fresh morning air from the window by your head. Your apartment was modest but not dingy in the slightest, the Red Room paid well and your home reflected that to some extent although you never wanted to be flashy about it. Last night was still on your mind, the way Leo (as he had asked you to call him) looked at you was still burned into your memory. His scent and the way he raised each drink to his lips. Everything he did commanded authority and was done with such grace and composure. Your thoughts were rudely interrupted by your alarm, only, it wasn’t your alarm.

Confused, you look at your phone and see the madame is calling. What does this old bitch want? you think before answering the call.

“Hello?” you talk into the phone, trying to hide your distaste at being bothered on one of your precious days off.

“Hi, y/n, I really hate to do this but I need to get straight to the point. You have an outcall today.” the voice replies

“Oh, I’m sorry, you must be mistaken, This is my day off and I don’t do outcalls anymore. That’s been cleared with you guys for months.” the annoyance was beginning to shine through your voice.

“Yes, I’m aware, but special allowances have to be made when certain clientele....Desire your company...”

“Who the fuck do you think is special enough to get me out of bed right now?” you hiss into the phone

“Leonardo...”

You didn’t hear the rest of her sentence as you take a second to let that sink in. Half of you was pissed as hell that these rich boys get whatever they want and whoever they want just because they practically run the town through fear, but another small part of you was...Flattered.

“What time and where?” you ask

The madame gives you all the information and you hurry out of bed to get showered and ready. You only had an hour and a half to make yourself look presentable and actually get half way across town to his mansion.

Five minutes before you need to be out of the door, you take a second to admire yourself in the mirror. You had done a good job with your cat eye makeup and you were pretty sure your have him eating out of your hand with the little baby pink slip dress you were wearing. Underneath was another garter belt, thigh highs and a small heel. You could have gone bigger considering you were only average height and Leo must have been about 6′7 at least but you decided a small heel worked better with the aesthetic you were cultivating.

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The uber pulled up the the enormous house that towered in front of you, driving carefully between the ornate and ancient statues that seemed the guard the entrance to the driveway. Opening the door and stepping out, the almost overwhelming aroma of roses filled your nose from the thickets by the front door. Everything was beautiful and clearly meticulously designed and placed. You felt your heart drop. What the fuck do I have to offer this guy who has everything? You swallow the lump in your throat and go to ring the door bell.

A small, round man dressed in a white shirt and black waistcoat answers the door and smiles at you as if you ask why you’re here. Running a hand through your hair in an attempt to compose yourself (you’re a professional after all) you use your most confident voice to say:

“I’m y/n, and I’m here for Leonardo. He should be expecting me”

Realisation washes over the man’s face as he asks you to “please come in” and you take a seat in the foyer. You take a second to look around. The entrance hall is magnificent, a huge chandelier hangs above you with crystals or even diamonds (you weren’t sure but they were rich enough to afford such luxuries) casting glorious rainbows around the room as the light from the windows shines through it. The furniture had to be custom made, you’d never seen anything like it before and in the centre of the foyer is a round table with the most beautiful vase you’d ever seen and a carefully constructed bouquet of flowers sitting in it. You’d started to realise that maybe you were in too deep, but there was no getting out now.

It’s not long before you here footsteps coming down the stairs behind you. Leo and his older, and somehow taller, brother were walking down and seemed to be deep in conversation. They were still a little too far away to hear and they spoke in hushed voices but you could make out the purple suited one say

“She’s not talking” in a feverish voice to which Leo replied

“That’s not my problem right now, deal with her before I deal with you!”

it sounded serious.

Once at the bottom of the staircase and spotting you, he posture relaxes a little and he puts on that charming smile which reminds you that you need to do the same. That’s what he’s paying for, but he has such beautiful deep blue eyes that it;s difficult to not get distracted by them. He wore a black suit with very thing white lines going down it and a baby blue handkerchief in the breast pocket, his signature colour. He looked to die for.

He approaches and greets you with a warm hug and kiss on the cheek while telling you how beautiful you look. What a silver tongue he has.

He takes you on a tour of the house and garden, it’s clear that he’s only doing this as a formality, to get you comfortable around him and it isn’t to brag. He almost seems indifferent about his extreme wealth. There were a few rooms with heavy locks on the doors and he didn’t show you into those or one entire wing of the house; telling you that was under construction. You saw Donatello go through to that area, though but, you didn’t want to rock the boat by asking questions.

Eventually he took you out to the patio, it was stunning. More roses and other potted flower stood all around and the table was set with silver cutlery and beautiful wine glasses. He pulled a chair out for you to sit, like a true gentleman.

As waiters came and went, bringing you both lavish meals and more wine, you talked for hours. Well...You talked. He mainly listened and asked questions. You couldn’t help but feel entirely comfortable around him, something about his presence was so non-judgemental and sincere that you felt you could answer everything honestly and not put up a front like you usually would on other “dates”. The only trouble around when you spoke next.

“So I’m been rattling on for ages. Tell me about you. What do you like to do in your spare time? Do you like living with your brothers? Where did you grow up?”

That last question seemed to hit a nerve as he looked as if he winced slightly at it. He didn’t answer.

You put your hand on his

“Did you hear me?”

He pulled his hand away and looked you in the eyes

“I didn’t pay you to interrogate me. You’re here to sit and look pretty, not open your fucking mouth”

You were stunned. This sudden turn seemed to come from nowhere and that’s when you felt the anger rise up in you. You’d never been one to hold your tongue and you weren’t going to start now- consequences be damned.

“Well excuse the fuck me!” you began “Why is it that every guy feels so entitled to my life but so unwilling to tell me anything about their own? Oh yeah! Maybe it’s because they’re so boring an insignificant in this world that they have to pay a woman to come talk to their sorry ass because no one would do it for free. I thought you were different but it’s all for show, isn’t it? The house, the cars, the money... Nothing behind that, just another pitiful, sad little man who has to pay for a quick fuck. I’m outta here”

You throw your napkin down on the plate and walk away. You almost make it to the front door when a hand grips your wrist, turning you to face them.

Leo looks sorry for himself. It’s clear he knows the magnitude to which he’s messed up but he doesn’t say anything right away.

“Well?” you say impatiently? “Look, you wanted me here. I just go where the money takes me but for a second I thought there might actually be some kind of connection. You want a real date, then you have to tell me about yourself at least a little. That’s what real people do. But if you’re just going to be a giant douche with no respect, I’m leaving.”

“It’s not a happy story” he finally says through gritted teeth, hand still firmly around your wrist. “But if you want to hear about it, follow me”

He takes you upstairs a through a few more hallways until you reach what must be his room. It’s just as beautifully designed as the rest of the house but with a few more personal touches. As opposed to the slightly Italian looking architecture and design of the rest of the house, his room has katanas hung up on the wall and a small nook in the corner of the room where a tea maker sits. It’s more homely than the rest of the place. More his own.

He sits you down on the bed and slowly begins to explain.

He doesn’t go into too much detail, you imagine that would be too painful for him.He tells you how he was found in a sewer with his brothers and then made to wear chains and perform for sick crowds of smiling a grimacing humans and how he hated them. He mentioned the beatings and the torture, the hunger he felt everyday. He spoke on the anger his father harboured and how they would dream of a revenge so bloody and raw that he hoped god would look away while they did it. He told you about their escape and how it was the first time he’d know the touch of a human that hadn’t left a scar. It was all horrific and you couldn’t believe he survived that.

“...We still don’t know what Mikey saw that night but whatever it was, he didn’t talk for three weeks and now he’s...Well, now he’s the new Mikey. I don’t talk about it because who would want to know? And I don’t want pity, I don’t want your sympathy just because ‘boo hoo, he had a tough childhood’ ”

You place your hand on his cheek and turn his face towards you, he didn’t look at you the entire time he spoke.

“I don’t pity you” You began “I admire you. Going through all that and still being a functional person? That takes a strength I couldn’t muster”

You lean in to kiss him on the cheek, he turns his head and kisses you on the lips slowly, as if to savour every second of it. You hands go to his face and he lightly grips the back of your neck as the kiss intensifies. You lie back and he takes his place on top of you, between your legs and he trails one hand up your thigh to your hip, going just underneath your now bunched up dress.

He begins to kiss down your jaw line and towards your neck and your breath hitches in your throat at the pressure of his lips on your skin. His attention turns to your cleavage, he looks up at you as if you ask for permission and you nod before his head delves between your breasts, kissing and lapping at your tender flesh. You roll your head back and begin to pant slightly. The way he’s so attentive and gentle yet composed and in control is a nice contrast that few men can do successfully.

Cupping one of your breasts as he kisses it, you put your hand under his chin to return his mouth to yours and your tongues swirl together in ecstasy as you moan into his mouth.You can feel him hardening through his tailored trousers. Pulling back, you begin to unbutton his shirt as he takes off his blazer before reaching down between the two of you and cupping his bulge through his clothes. He almost growls at that and takes the top of your dress in his hands, ripping it down the middle. You look up at him wide eyed and he simply smiles and whispers

“I’ll buy you ten new ones”

You can’t see too well in the room as the sun is beginning to set but you can still make out how toned and muscular his chest is even in the half light. You run your fingers over his abs as he pushes up your dress and pulls down your underwear. Leo begins to kiss down your inner thighs, nipping gently as he gets closer to your sex

“No” you say suddenly. He stops immediately and looks at you “I want you. I just wanna feel you”

Pushing himself up onto his knees, still between your open legs, he undoes his belt, unzips him pants and pulls them down. His hard, thick cock bouncing free from its previous restraints. He takes a quick second to reach into his bedside draw and pull out a condom that he puts on with ease. He leans down and puts one hand firmly on the bed next to your head and with the other lines himself up at your already soaked entrance. You ready yourself for whats about to come, he’s bigger than your usual clients. He slowly pushes himself inside you and you gasp at the pleasurable agony of how torturous it is. Eventually he bottoms out and kisses you on the lips before looking into your eyes.

“are you ready?” He asks, you nod in return

His hips start at a slow but hard pace, obviously warming you up for whats to come. He nibbles at your ear and his hand becomes entangled in your hair, pulling it lightly as if to test the waters of how you feel about that. The more you moan the faster and harder he goes while whispering how much of a good girl you are in your ear and telling you how you take him so well.

All you can do is breathlessly moan and beg him not to stop, he looks into your eyes with a devilish mischief and says

“Stop? We’re only just starting”

He pulls out and flips you onto your front, pulling your hips up to meet his and enters you again from behind. He grabs one of your arms and pulls it behind your back, gripping it there to stay and place and with the other he gathers up the lengths of your hair and pulls so that you’re facing forwards. His pace is punishing and your eyes begin to tear up from just how mind blowing he is. Occasionally he would let go of your arm to give you a quick, sharp slap on the ass or to caress your hips a little but eventually he would always grip your wrist again, keeping it in place.

His pace begins to slow and he looks down at himself sliding in and out of you.

“Baby, you’re being so good. Look how well you’re taking me. Such an angel” he coos

“I- I can’t take much more” you whisper but he hears and chuckles to himself. Letting go of your arm his hand slides between your thighs and begins to play with your clit, each circle he rubs is in time with his thrusts and it’s driving you crazy.

“Leo, Leo! I-” you can’t take anymore as a full body orgasm rolls through you and you almost collapse if it weren’t for his arms holding you up. One more smack on your ass and a few more thrusts and you can tell he’s almost at his own release.

“Fuck baby” He purrs and he explodes inside of you before leaning down the kiss the centre of your back. He gentle places you down on the bed so that you don’t just falls that way and quickly goes to dispose of the condom.

You get under the sheets of the bed, still panting slightly and a thin mist of sweat is lining your forehead. Leo gets into bed beside you in the now dark room and you push yourself closer to him as he wraps an arm around you. You lean in and close your eyes against his chest. Sex always made you sleepy, well, good sex did. He looks down at you, kisses your hair and whispers

“You’re gonna need that sleep. I just know I’ll need to have you again in the morning”

You smile against his skin as he rubs small circles on your back as you drift off. The last thing you remember is him whispering, and you’re not sure if it was to you or himself

“It felt good to finally tell someone all that shit. I’m glad you’re here”

Feeling appreciated and satisfied you let sleep take you, only left to dream about what pleasures the morning had waiting for you.

The end

#show me yours and I'll show you mine #my fic #mob! au #mob au #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #tmnt 2014

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ggidolsmuts · 4 years ago

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Chungha Part 3: Dopamine

"Thank you everyone for your hard work!" Chungha's voice rings out backstage as she bows to you and your fellow backup dancers. You have just finished performing with her for the end-of-year ceremonies, and while you get to rest and change with everyone else afterwards, Chungha's job is not done.

"You can do it Chungha, good luck!" "You'll get it for sure!" Chungha waves and thanks them for their well-wishes before going to change out of her stage outfit. She pauses to look at you as she leaves, her eyes hiding the nervousness you know she felt. You nod at her warmly.

"You got it, I believe in you." She breaks out into a smile, nodding back with a quiet "thank you" before closing the door. The next time you see her is on the TV in your waiting room, in the stunning dress you helped her pick out for the awards show.

"Hey, we're going to get some drinks, want to come?" You hear one of your colleagues ask you.

"Nah, you guys go ahead, I'll watch the show from here."

"Really? Chungha's going to win for sure, why watch?"

"I just want to watch, you guys have fun."

"Alright, see you!" You wave distractedly to them, trying to listen for when they announce the Best Female Solo Artist Award.

The awards go by way too slowly for you - you always thought there were far too many categories. You play on your phone, unable to even text Chungha, since she wouldn't be able to check her messages in the middle of the awards show. Your ears finally perk up at a particular sequence of words.

"Next up, we have the Best Female Solo Artist Award." You put your phone down, leaning forward and turning up the volume.

"And the Best Female Solo Artist Award goes to..." Your heart pounds in your chest, your hands clasping together as you hope and pray for your girlfriend to win. You hate the lead up and pause from the presenter, but you'll bear anything if Chungha wins.

"Chungha!" Loud cheers and roars come through the TV, and you dwarf all of that noise, yelling and whooping in delight, pumping your fist at Chungha's win, being able to freely express your happiness for Chungha in the quiet waiting room. You watch with pride as she makes her way up the stage. The presenter shakes her hand, presenting her with the trophy.

"Congratulations Chungha, please say a few words for the audience."

"Thank you so much to my fans for the award, I can’t believe I’m standing here in front of you, it’s all thanks to you! I want to thank my manager and my company for making it possible. Big thanks to all the staff members and producers who worked hard and helped me get to where I am today. I also really want to thank my friends and family, and-" She stops mid-sentence, her eyes beginning to shine. "I-I'll continue to work even harder and show a better version of myself in the future, thank you all for your continued support!" She doesn't even wait for the announcer to say anything before leaving the stage, seemingly wiping her eyes as she does so. Happy for her you collect your stuff, getting ready to leave the waiting room as well.

Your phone vibrates, and you check to see a new message. It was from Chungha.

Oppa, are you still at the station?

Yes

Can you wait for me?

Sure! I'm in the waiting room

Not more than 10 minutes later, you hear a knock on the door. You open the door and are greeted by your stunning girlfriend, her makeup stained with tears. You open your arms, welcoming her into an embrace.

"Congratulations! I'm so proud of you!" Chungha buries herself in your chest, and you stroke her head. Something's wrong though - you feel her sniffle and shake in your arms. You put her at arms length to take a good look at her, and to your surprise her tears are flowing again once more.

"Is everything okay? Why are you still crying?"

"C-can you take me home?"

"What? What about your manager, don't you have to give an interview or something?"

"I told her I'm leaving already, she'll smooth it out."

"Wait why-"

"Please, don't ask me anymore questions, take me home, please?" You kiss her on the forehead, wiping away her tears.

"Okay, let's go." Chungha brazenly twines her fingers with yours, making you walk hand-in-hand with her. Luckily no one spots the two of you in the hallways, everyone is busy watching the ceremony that is still going on. She leads you to her car and hands you the keys. The drive back is silent, and you're not sure what to say or do for her. When you arrive she insists on holding your hand again as you lead her to your apartment. You let the two of you in, and as soon as the door closes Chungha hugs you tightly, sobbing quietly into your back.

"We're alone now, can you tell me what's going on?"

"I-I wanted to thank you so much, you've always been there for me, we've been through so much together. But I couldn't on stage, I felt so bad, I wanted to say your name so bad, to make sure everyone knows."

"Chungha that's fine, I know you're not supposed to-"

"I know, so I'm saying it now, just for the two of us." Your world stops for a moment as Chungha sniffles, taking a deep breath.

"I love you, I love you so much, I'm so thankful for everything you've done with me, done for me. This award means nothing without you, I'm so happy you're with me." You turn around, hugging her as tight as you ever could, never wanting to let go.

"I love you too, you make me so happy everyday, I'm so proud of you for winning." You kiss her passionately, so happy at having your love reciprocated, so happy at Chungha finally saying the three words you've always wanted to hear. The kiss deepens, and you feel Chungha's hands move down your chest before sliding under your shirt. Her voice is a quiet and needy whisper.

"Make love to me. I want you so bad right now." She jumps into your arms, and you carry her the short distance to your bedroom, your tongues fighting one another passionately the whole way. She makes you stop before you can place her on the bed, deciding to stand instead. She turns around, revealing the back of her dress.

"W-would you like to do the honors?"

"Of course." You wrap a arm behind her while your other hand goes to her zipper, both of you letting out a soft moan as you hear the satisfying sound of her dress being unzipped. You step back, letting the red one-piece fall away from her body, her toned back and curvy hips on full display for you. You watch her hand unhook her bra, tossing them aside before she sensually slides her panties down her legs. She turns around, completely naked, her arousal evident in her face and stiff nipples, not to mention the wetness already trickling down her thighs.

"Your turn." With much less sexiness you strip yourself naked before launching yourself at Chungha, kissing her again, groping her butt while she grabs at your shoulders. Her breath is heavy and needy, moaning when she feels your touch on her sensitive breasts, squeezing and massaging her. You push her on to the bed and she looks up at you full of love and lust. She turns around, getting on all fours on the bed and presenting herself to you, knowing that you liked that position.

"I'm yours, take me however you want." As much as you liked it, you didn't want to do it that way.

"No, not like that." You gently roll her on to her back before getting on top of her. Kissing her neck, leaving marks on her neck that showed your love for her.

"I want to see you." Chungha breaks out into a happy smile at that, wrapping her legs around you and moaning into your ear as you continued to touch her body. You rub your tip against her entrance, hearing her whine, her juices flowing over your head.

"Fuck me already, make me yours..." Her voice is a seductive whisper, hypnotizing you as you slowly sink yourself into her. You lock eyes with her the whole time, watching them widen and then flutter shut when you fill her completely, her expression one of pure pleasure.

"You're so deep inside..."

"You feel so good." You whisper in her ear, drawing a whine from her when you pull out, and then earning a raspy moan when you push back in again, this time a little stronger.

"F-fuck, just like that!" You make Chungha moan again and again, your balls slapping against her skin with every slow but powerful thrust. Chungha is extremely wet, her entire body flush with arousal, the very sight and feeling of her causing you to get even harder inside her. She bites her lips in pleasure, her chest bouncing with every joyous slam of your body into her. Her toned stomach is trembling with need, relaxing and coiling at every slight movement from you. You feel Chungha's thighs wrap powerfully around you, making sure you never leave her completely when you pull back.

"Yes, keep going, I'm so close..." You fuck her harder and harder, watching her lose herself in pleasure and feeling her walls tighten on you even more and more.

"Are you close?" Chungha's whiny question makes you acutely aware of your own coming climax, and you only manage a nod, your groans joining her cries with every thrust. Your body has a mind of its own, and your pace quickly picks up before you know it.

"I'm so close, cum for me, I want everything in me!" Chungha suddenly gets louder and dirtier as you pump into her hard and fast, the pleasure rushing through your body. Your hands grasp her breasts, squeezing them as you try to delay the inevitable. With your cock throbbing inside her Chungha pulls you over the edge with her.

"Oh-oh god you feel so good, so big, I'm cumming!" Hearing Chungha cry in orgasm and feeling her pussy contract around you tightly triggers your own climax. You bury yourself deep in her before your mind blanks out, your orgasm taking over, filling her to the brim. Her legs wrap around you tightly, pulling you deeper into her. You feel her athletic body writhe in your arms, wracked by spasms of electric pleasure, sending jolts down your spine as her pussy milks you.

"Ah! You feel so hot..." Chungha's words trail off into a long low moan as she continues to feel you firing shots of cum into her. You hug her tightly, slowly rocking and grinding against her until you finally ride out your orgasm, making sure she has taken all of your seed, some of it already leaking out from how much you put in her.

You kiss her passionately, looking into her eyes. You are surprised to see them still glittering with desire.

"I want more."

"More?"

"Yes, more." Before you know it Chungha scoots down on the bed and you feel her mouth on your softening shaft, collecting the leftover mixture of fluids on your cock and swallowing it. Her tongue plays with underside of your tip, and before long, your cock is sensitive but hard and ready to go again. Her face is a mess, her lipstick and makeup smeared from the sweaty and sloppy blowjob she gave you.

"Oppa, I want you in me, everywhere." She pulls you into a sitting position before positioning herself in your lap. You grab your shaft, aiming it at her wet heat once more, but she stops you.

"I'm all yours, all of me." You reel in shock as you realize what she means.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, let me lead though, okay?" You gulp and nod, watching Chungha reach down and grab your slick cock. You moan as she rubs your tip against her pussy, coating your cock with more of her wetness before pushing herself forward in your lap, aiming you at her other hole.

"Here I go..." You tense up as you feel yourself poke against her rear entrance. At first you only feel your tip in her, but Chungha slowly gyrates her hips, using you to open up more of herself. The minutes tick by as she takes more and more of you in her at an agonizingly slow pace. Both of you hold your breaths until you finally feel your head slip inside her, just before her muscles close in around you again tightly.

"Fuck!" The two of you exclaim in pleasure and pain, releasing the breaths you were holding. The pressure around your head is immense, her ass tightly constricting around you. You see Chungha's face scrunched up with discomfort, and you voice your concern to her.

"Are you okay? We don't have to do this now."

"No, I want to, just... you feel so big, give me a second." With quick shallow breaths Chungha slowly lowers herself into your lap, your cock opening her up bit by bit, her thighs trembling with exertion. After a few more minutes her eyes open when you feel her rest on your lap, her head on your chest.

"That's all of you oppa, you feel so deep in me!"

"You feel so tight, wow."

"I'll start moving okay?"

"Take it ea- ohhh!" The two of you can't help but moan as she lifts herself off you partly before sinking herself on you again.

"It feels so strange..."

"That feels really good Chungha, you're driving me crazy."

"Oh yeah? I'll keep doing it then." She responds with eagerness, setting a comfortable pace for the two of you, causing your head to spin as you fill her ass over and over again. Her efforts are rewarded with a constant stream of moans and groans from you, and after a while you start hearing soft whines leave her as well.

"Oh it-it's starting to feel good for me too..."

"Good, keep riding me, you feel amazing." Your hands go to her cheeks, spreading them and opening her a little more. You begin sliding a little more easily into her, Chungha moaning louder as you mold her to your cock, impaling herself on your shaft in a haze of lust.

"It feels weird but good, oh fuck..." In a trance Chungha slides a hand between the two of you as you hold her, plunging one finger, and then two, into herself. "Ah! So full!" Obscene squelching sounds are heard as she rides her own fingers and your cock at the same time. The two of you are a sweaty mess fucking each other, trying to bring each other to climax, both of you quivering in near-orgasm.

"Oppa I can still feel your cum in me..." She pulls her fingers out, sucking and licking the white stains off before shoving them in her again.

"You're so dirty babe. What's gotten into you hmm?" You spread her cheeks further, slapping her butt with one hand as she rides you faster and faster. You feel her tighten as she yelps at your slap.

"Fuck! Only dirty for you... I want you to cum in my ass, please please please..." Her moans become airy and light, her whole body needing pleasure more than air. You begin to thrust lightly into her on her way down, her breath catching with every upward thrust you make.

"Only if you cum with me, are you going to cum soon?" Chungha nods, biting her lips, her eyes frenzied with wanton need, her fingers working her pussy furiously. The two of you cry out loud as you grab her by the hips, giving her three quick pumps before you pull her down on you, completely stuffing yourself in her ass.

You erupt in orgasm, shooting ropes of semen into her tight tunnel as Chungha screams into your ear, her entire body seizing up and joining you in orgasm. You only vaguely feel the sting of her nails on your back and your crotch getting wet as Chungha releases her own juices on you. You're too caught up with the vibrations and tightness of her ass, clamping down on you and causing you to moan loudly into her ear. Dizzy with pleasure, you feel yourself still firing into her, filling this other hole of hers completely. The two of you collapse sideways on to the bed, looking into each others eyes, the wild lust in there replaced by satisfied desires. With a soft groan you feel yourself leave her body, completely satiated.

"You filled me up so good..." Chungha whimpers and rolls on to her back, spreading her legs and angling herself to show the utter mess you left in her body - her pussy is dripping with a mixture of your seed and her juices, staining her thighs and crotch, while your most recent load is still oozing out of her lower hole, the thick white cum trailing between her cheeks before dripping on to the bed.

You lean over her again, this time crushing your laps against her in a passionate kiss, nibbling at her lips, your hands caressing her body and showing her how you felt.

"Fuck I love you."

"I love you too."

The two of you fall asleep right there and then in each other's arms, your sweaty and stained bodies evidence of your passion for one another.

You wake up some time later, hearing Chungha's voice not far from you. You turn and see her sitting on the side of the bed, one towel wrapped around her body and one around her hair.

"Yes unnie, I'm sorry, just tell them I'll do one of their shows for free or something."

You can't make out what her manager says.

"I know, we won't get caught. See you Monday."

You scoot over to her, hugging her from behind her as you nuzzle into her neck.

"Everything okay?"

"Mmm... Yeah, the TV station wasn't happy, but manager-unnie handled it, it's not an issue."

"What was that about being caught?"

"She knows about us, she doesn't mind, she just wants to make sure we don't get caught."

"That's understanding of her."

"Yes she's great, maybe you'll meet her sometime."

"I'd like that." Your stomach rumbles, causing the both of you to check her phone - 9 pm.

"I'll order something for us? I already took a shower, you should get washed up too."

"Sure." You are momentarily stunned by her beauty as she unwraps the towel on her head, letting her hair down gracefully, as if she was in some hair commercial. Then you are smacked by the towel she just used.

"Go shower!"

"Okay okay!"

You turn on the shower, letting the water hit your face and wash over your body. You take the time to take in everything that's happened - you fucked Chungha once, you would've been happy with just that. Then you asked her to be your girlfriend, and she agreed! You told her you loved her, and while she didn't say she did, she didn't push you away either. And now she loves you back! You can feel your heart sing, riding the ups and downs like a roller coaster. You start belting out her song in the shower.

You step out of the shower, toweling off and putting on a t-shirt and shorts. You come out of the room and see Chungha wearing the same oversized sweater she wore the first time she spent the night here. She walks over to you, kissing you before asking amusedly.

"Were you singing my song in the shower?"

"I... yes?"

"You're adorable!"

"And you're so sexy... I remember you wearing this the first time you stayed here."

"Yeah, and then you asked me to be your girlfriend."

"And then you gave me a blowjob."

"Shall we repeat that..." Her hands slide under your shorts, easily finding your hardening cock. Then the doorbell rings.

"Delivery!"

"Damn, I'll get it, wouldn't do for people to know you're here." You regretfully leave the warm grasp of her hands, opening the door and picking up the food, standing behind the door to hide your erection.

"Thank you, have a good night."

"You too."

The two of you wolf down the Korean Chinese food Chungha ordered, slurping down the jjajangmyeon like it was nothing, both of you famished after skipping lunch at the awards ceremony and now having such a late dinner. Chungha couldn't keep herself off you, happily feeding you dumplings or teasing you, running her foot up and down your leg.

"Oppa, can you clean up here? I need to clean your room."

"My room...? Uh sure I’ll clear up here." You gather up the containers and leftovers, putting what you wanted to keep in the fridge and leaving the finished noodle bowls outside for pickup. You take the opportunity to take out the trash as well, collecting all the trash in the living room and kitchen before heading into your bedroom.

"Hey, is there anything you want me to..." You trail off as you see Chungha on all fours on the bed, still wearing your sweater, but otherwise naked, shaking her hips and exposing her already dripping pussy to you.

"What took you so long!"

"I-I was cleaning up outside. I thought you were cleaning the room."

"I cleaned the room, I got rid of all your tissues."

"What? Why?"

She walks up to you, her lust re-energized by the meal.

"You won't need it anymore...” She kneels, pulling your shorts down. “When you want to cum, you finish in me." You hear yourself gasp at her lewd demand, moaning when she takes your cock in her mouth.

"Oh fuck Chungha..." Her hand massages your balls while her tongue licks and wraps around your glans, playing with your sensitive tip. Her other hand strokes your shaft, spreading her drool all over your cock. Your hand naturally goes to her head, setting an enjoyable pace for yourself.

"You keep going like this, I'm going to cum..." She breaks away from you briefly.

"Don't forget what I said." You nod hurriedly, wanting to feel her mouth around you again.

"Good, because I want my dessert." She returns to your cock, giving you an even sloppier blowjob as she takes all of you in her mouth now. She makes sure you feel pleasure at any given moment, pleasing you with her mouth and hands, stroking or otherwise licking your shaft while massaging your balls, trying to get you to produce more cum for her.

"Fuck... Here it comes!" You grab her by the head, pushing yourself all the way in her mouth before cumming again, your legs struggling to keep you standing. You give Chungha all the cum she wants, dumping a large load in her mouth. She backs away when you come down from your orgasm, opening her mouth and showing you the thick white liquid you just fed her, before swallowing it down with a gulp and showing you her now empty mouth.

"Told you you won't need tissues."

"Ugh wow... that was amazing... it's like you've become even hornier."

"What can I say oppa... if I love someone, I give them everything... and I want everything." She goes on the bed and gets back on all fours, shaking her hips again like she did earlier. "Come, love me again." You loved to fuck Chungha from behind, and you feel yourself already getting hard at the sight of her shaking hips. You kneel on the bed, lining yourself up behind her before you penetrate her waiting and willing body. Your grip on her hips tighten as you fill her pussy once more, hissing with pleasure at the wet warmth of her body. Chungha moans into the bed, her hands grabbing and twisting at the sheets. She looks at you with dark lust, begging and demanding you to start.

With a firm grip on her hips you begin to thrust into Chungha rapidly, moaning as you enjoyed her body in this position. You look down at your cock, more and more of her cream collecting on you with every pump, driving you crazy with how much she is loving this. You fuck her intensely for a minute, your bodies clapping loudly in the bedroom, both of you screaming in pleasure before you force yourself to slow down, leisurely pushing in and out of her, her upper body trembling in pleasure as she tries to catch her breath. You hear Chungha whimper quietly.

"No, don't slow down..."

You lean over her, whispering in your ear.

"Did you like that?" she nods and whimpers. "You'll have to earn the rest of it..." Chungha gets the idea immediately, and you moan loudly into her ear as she backs herself on to your shaft, impaling herself against you over and over. You struggle to hold yourself back, feeling her slick walls grip you needily with every buck of her hips against you. She continues this for a while, both of you descending closer and closer to pure passion.With a flutter of her walls and a high-pitched wail you know Chungha is close... and you can't wait any longer either.

"You did great love... How hard should I go?" Chungha breaks your self-control completely with her answer.

"I have nothing scheduled this weekend, so fuck me, fuck me until I can't walk tomorrow..."

Like an untethered beast you immediately start pumping Chungha furiously from behind, causing her to shriek far too loudly. She frantically grabs a pillow, burying her head in it while she screams uncontrollably in pure bliss. Your thighs slap against her harshly with every thrust, fully intending to meet her demands - her butt gradually turns red, as if you have been slapping at her cheeks with your hands, not your body. The pleasure is all consuming, your mindless self humping her while she cries like an animal in heat, fully satisfied by the pounding you are giving her. Her fingers tear into the pillow, threatening to shred it in bliss. Chungha's juices flow freely from your connection, staining the sheets and soaking into the bed. She is moaning and screaming your name deliriously, fully given over to orgasmic bliss. Her velvet walls tightening around you crazily at random, your lover losing control of herself completely. The feeling is delicious, far too pleasurable to resist.

"Chungha!" You roar into her ear as you explode in orgasm, your cock getting harder in her before releasing all that you have. You feel yourself thrust deep into her with every throb of your cock, firing cum deep into her depths. Her inner muscles massage your pulsing cock, coaxing all the love you had for her, her body demanding everything from you. You keep humping her, rocking your hips until you finally have nothing left to give, and completely spent you withdraw yourself from her folds. Like a machine unplugged Chungha loses all her energy and lies limp on the bed, your hard shaft in her and tight grip on her body the only things that were keeping her hips up in the air. A low whine leaves her mouth as she feels your thick seed slowly ooze out of her. You crash down on the bed next to her, looking at her satisfied visage.

"You okay?"

"Yes... I came so many times from that, I lost track... you felt so good..." Chungha manages a weak smile before snuggling closer to you.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

You fall asleep alongside her, but not an hour later you are shaken awake.

"What is it?" Chungha takes off your sweater, a mischievous and insatiable glint in her eye. The sight of her naked figure gets you hard again, and Chungha giggles delightfully before scooting against you, allowing you to spoon her. With a hand she guides you to her entrance, and you slide easily into her, the two of you moaning in unison. Chungha only has one demand.

"Love me again."

You fully satisfy each and every one of Chungha's demands that night, just as she does with your wants, and neither of you are able to walk the next day. Not that there was any need to - you end up spending the whole weekend in bed with her. True to her word, tissues were never used once.

Monday rolls around, and you regretfully see Chungha out of your apartment.

"I'm so sore...ugh I hate getting up early." she whines as you join her at the door.

"Me too... do you have to go this early? Will you be fine if you’re sore?"

“Sorry oppa, I have to be at the salon early to get my makeup and hair done. I'll be fine.”

“Why? You look gorgeous like this anyways.”

“You’re probably the only one that thinks that silly.” She blushes and hits you playfully, you grab her hand before she can retract it.

“Can I see you later?”

“Of course, I’ll be coming back here tonight!”

“You are?”

"Yes, I'll bring some of my clothes over too. We barely have time to see each other during the day, so I want to see you at night at least..." She plants a passionate kiss on you before questioning herself, looking at you doubtfully.

"I-I can stay over right? You don't mind me spending nights here with you?" You pull her into a tight hug, capturing her lips gently.

"You can stay every night if you want, move in even." You backtrack quickly, realizing what you suggested.”T-that is, if you want to of course.”

"I just might..." You hear her murmur to herself, her cheeks turning pink at the thought of living with you. "I have to go now, manager-unnie won't be happy if I'm late."

“Bye,” She hugs you, pecking you on the cheek before saying shyly. “I-I love you.”

You can’t help but beam at her - you don't think you'll ever get tired of hearing her say it, and you can’t wait to hear her say it again.

“I love you too.”

A/N: This concludes the Chungha mini-series. I had fun writing this, and I think I did okay kinda/sorta tying the three chapters together. Thank you for reading!

#smut #chungha #ioi

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loversamongus · 4 years ago

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On Pink Clouds | Zuko x reader

a/n: so I watched Sleeping Beauty again the other night because that is my favorite Disney princess movie don’t @ me okay anyways I love the Once Upon a Dream scene when they’re twirling by the water and then at the end when they’re dancing on clouds and I couldn’t stop thinking about how Zuko would probably be a good dancer too and this is what happened enjoy. Also sorry what, did you say you wanted an Anastasia “maybe we should stop spinning” moment, too? You got it.

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The air was getting warmer. Which isn’t saying much living in the Fire Nation. But the air was getting heavier, the days getting longer, the sun shining brighter. The first day of summer was arriving and the palace was bustling with preparations for the annual Summer Solstice festivities.

While this time of year is usually exciting, you could do without the superficial and overly posh advisor meetings that came with it. Discussion about educational reforms and foreign policy, your personal passions and areas of expertise, were suddenly sent to the back burner and replaced with talk of exquisite feasts and which foreign dignitaries to invite. Financially responsible as ever, you tried your best to argue for more budget friendly decorations considering the nation was still recovering from 100 years of war, but your older and more traditional colleagues remained adamant that it was in the nation’s best interest to host a genuine, all-out festival.

You brought your complaints and concerns to the fire lord himself. Ah, the perks of being best friends with the fire lord. Of course, these complaints and concerns were usually filed off-the-record while enjoying what limited downtime the both of you had. After the final advisor meeting for festival preparations, you met Zuko in his room where a seamstress was finishing up his fitting for special Summer Solstice robes. Silently, you made yourself comfortable in an armchair and only quirked a mocking eyebrow in his direction.

“Not a word,” he said through gritted teeth.

“I’m not saying anything!” You threw your arms up in protest. The seamstress took out the last pin on Zuko’s sleeve and packed up her stuff before shuffling out of the room. “Although,” you continued. “If Advisor Ji were here, I’m sure he would say that ‘you look absolutely ravishing, Your Majesty. The very picture of a traditional Fire Lord.” You followed your impression with a gagging sound so that Zuko wouldn’t miss your resounding disgust for the uppity old man.

Zuko offered his arm to you which, standing up, you gladly took. “And what battle did you get into with him today?” he asked with a smile while leading you down the hallway.

“Ugh, we were confirming the seating plan for the feast tonight because Agni forbid we sit this old noble family next to that family, it just simply isn’t done.” Your free hand waved animatedly as you gave the recap of the past meeting. “But the worst part was, I had said weeks ago that we should consider opening up the feast to people from all walks of life in the Fire Nation, not just the nobility. Like the orphanage.”

You heard Zuko try to stifle a chuckle. “Oh come on! Just imagine those cute little innocent faces munching into all the food and running through the palace hallways and their faces lighting up with the fireworks! They would have so much fun, and isn’t that what the festival is all about?”

“Well, actually, it’s a tradition that was started—“

“Not you, too!” You turned sharply to look him in the eyes. “I am so sick of you old, rich people talking about traditions and manners—“

This time, Zuko couldn’t hold back his laughter. You watched with your mouth still slightly open after being interrupted as he tilted back his head to laugh. “I thought it was a great idea to invite the orphanage, which is why I personally invited them to the feast tonight.”

“You did?” you responded quietly but your lips turned into a bright smile.

“Yeah. I figured Aang could use the entertainment.”

The two of you continued to talk about the festival as well as the abhorrently outdated opinions of some of the advisors all the way to the turtleduck pond. The sun was getting lower on the horizon and once it was fully set, the feast would begin. Despite the setting sun, it was still a hot day, so you took your place sitting beneath the tree near the pond to get some shade. Zuko sat closer to the edge of the pond and took out some bread from where he had somehow stashed it in his robes. Leaning against the tree, you looked up at the sky and sighed.

“I love this time of day,” you said absentmindedly. The sky was illuminated by a soft golden glow and the clouds looked painted with a myriad of pastels. “Look at the clouds today, Zuko. They’re pink.” Zuko looked up for a moment and then glanced back at you to smile before feeding the small gaggle of turtleducks.

With the night’s festivities looming over your heads, the pond was the only place to get some peace and quiet for even just a moment. You’d need it anyways in order to gear up for the feast. The palace would soon be packed with Fire Nation nobles, the Avatar and his friends, and now the orphans and their caretakers, all waiting for the young Fire Lord to officially kick off the festival. Large crowds were never your favorite, which was why you had planned on retiring from the feast after dinner was served.

“But you have to stay for the dancing,” Zuko practically pouted when you told him this plan.

“No, no. I don’t dance. But I’ll tell you what,” you sat up from the tree you were leaning against. It was your favorite spot to get some shade as Zuko fed the turtleducks little pieces of bread. “I’ll stay long enough to watch you dance. That’s sure to be a sight to behold.”

Zuko scoffed. “I’ll have you know I am a pretty good dancer.” A turtleduck quacked. “See? He agrees.”

You laughed a little and reached for a piece of bread to offer to the little suck up. “What, did little Prince Zuko have to take royal dance lessons when he was little?”

“Yes actually!” Zuko rolled his eyes as if it was such an obvious answer. You half expected him to let the conversation go at this point and continue feeding the turtleducks. He could only handle your teasing for so long before starting to lose his temper. But he stood up abruptly and held out his hand. You placed bread in his open palm questioningly.

“Not the bread!” His voice revealed a hint of frustration. “Give me your hand. I’ll show you.”

You huffed and moved to cross your arms. You had just said you didn’t dance after all. Zuko’s pride certainly wouldn’t get you to dance. You were about to tell him that he was just fooling himself if he thought he could get you to dance when you felt his hand close on your elbow, pulling you up from your seated position.

“Zuko!” you whined.

“Would you just do this for me, please?” It was posed as a question but his apparent annoyance made it feel closer to a command. “And then you can leave early later if you still want to.”

He didn’t even wait for you to respond before he began straightening your shoulders and back. He took your left hand and held it out to the side and with a finger, tilted your chin up before resting that free hand on your waist. All other protests immediately seemed to die in your throat.

“Now, I lead. Think you can handle that?” He smirked and then began to step forward. After some hesitancy, you stepped backwards with him. You found yourself inching up on your tiptoes to better manage the height difference. But when he stepped again, and again, you felt forced to look down to see where you should be stepping next.

He stopped and adjusted your shoulders again. “Hey. Just look at me.” He gave your hand a squeeze and you looked up again. You couldn’t remember a time you’ve been this close to him. You could practically see each one of the thousands of golden flecks in his eyes. And you knew he was strong, being a master firebender and swordsman and all, but his grip on your waist felt so gentle and safe. He gave you a small smile before starting the dance again. This time, you moved a little better in time with him.

“See? It’s just little steps here and there. Ready to try a spin?”

Before you could say anything, you felt that gentle hand on your waist push you out a little bit while his other hand guided you under his arm. The sudden movement was not something you had expected and so your feet got tripped up a little. Zuko, however, caught your waist again and repositioned you upright before you could completely tumble over.

With a small laugh, he joked, “Okay, maybe we tried that too soon. We could just spin together instead.”

You started dancing again, taking small steps in slow circles around the pound. You were grateful that these steps felt much easier than the spin you had just been forced to attempt. The movement was repetitive and once you felt you’d gotten the hang of it, you went back to counting the flecks in Zuko’s eyes. You also made special note of the small wisps of his hair that had fallen out of his top knot, no doubt from the spinning.

“You okay?” Zuko checked in with you. Suddenly you realized you had not spoken since being pulled up to dance with him. You shook your head to free it from your thoughts in order to respond.

“Yeah,” you managed to breathe out. “I feel like I’m on clouds.”

“Pink clouds?” He smiled.

“Mhm.” The peace and calm you had felt when you looked up at the sky earlier settled in your chest. With a few more trips around the pond, you and Zuko held small conversations here and there. Your replies always seemed a bit hesitant though, mostly because you were concentrating on the steps. Without a doubt, however, you felt relaxed and at ease in his arms. You supposed that turtleduck really did know Zuko was a great dancer.

You lost count of how many spins the two of you did but you did become aware of the sky darkening as well as the spinning in your head.

“I’m feeling a little dizzy,” you said softly. Zuko shifted so that he didn’t lead you into another spin. Instead, you both settled into the small pattern of steps you had started out with before coming to a complete stop. Regardless, you still held his hand and he still held your waist.

“Probably from all the spinning. Maybe we should stop.” His gaze held yours for the entirety of your dance but only now did you notice the seriousness, an intensity, in his eyes. You urged yourself not to let your eyes wander anywhere past the tip of his nose.

“But we have stopped.”

“Y/n, I—“ You felt yourself begin to lean in with him.

“Fire Lord Zuko!” A man, coming around the corner onto the grounds of the turtleduck pond, interrupted. “Fire Lord Zuko,” he repeated again, this time followed by a bow. “The feast will be beginning shortly.”

Zuko did not turn to face the man but he dropped his hand from your waist. His hand still held you and his eyes remained fixed on your face. “Thank you,” he responded in his most regal voice. “I’ll be there soon.”

The man bowed again before exiting back around the corner. The spinning now gone from your head, you cleared your throat and stepped back from him. Zuko held your hand tighter in response.

“You’ll stay for a dance?” he asked hopefully.

“Okay.” You smiled.

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Millennials - Part 8 -

Gif : courtesy of @demongyeom

Title: Millennials

Genre: Fluff, romance

Pairing: Kim Yugyeom x You

Summary: Life is made of stages and each of them is a hard push on the back, forcing you to forge ahead. You’re facing your biggest crisis, and then there’s him, who lives from day to day. Of course he does, he is just a kid.

Words: 4079

Warning: Small age difference. Yugyeom x Noona Reader.

- Teaser - Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 -

Part 8

You wake up to a cheerful Yugyeom with his eyes are opened and his body is facing you. His head is lazily resting on his elbow and his smile is so wide it gives you no choice but to reciprocate it. “Did you sleep well, noona?” You sigh, nodding. It’s one of the best morning you have ever had. Yugyeom’s grin deepens, his hand reaching for your cheek to cup your face in silence. Even the noises outside disappear. “Want to eat breakfast?” You ask, blinking when Yugyeom nuzzles his face into your neck. He does have a lot of tattoos. You realised this last night when you took his clothes off. The thought only makes you swallow with difficulty.

Your boyfriend is not the least embarrassed anymore as you let your fingers wander on his bare and inked back. Instead, he grunts, making tiny noises when you start scratching the tender skin. Yugyeom leaves before lunch. He has important classes and he can’t miss them, even though he would have preferred to stay with you. He walks away with a heavy yet contented heart, his steps light and smile bright. You end up being showered with kisses, hugs, mushy words and all the things you were quite sure you despised until Yugyeom entered your life. When the door closes, you lean against it with a stupid smile.

Yugyeom is on cloud nine. Life is beautiful. -- “Oh so you finally stopped being a bitch?” Naya mocks, her eyes leaving her phone to raise a teasing brow. “Poor boy finally hit a triple.” She chuckles, looking almost relieved.

“That wasn’t the purpose initially. I didn’t invite him over to...you know.” You try to explain, defensive. You surprise yourself even, thinking about how you don’t want this to be something purely physical.

Naya whistles. “How do you go from I’m going to beat this kid to I’m being serious with him? Let me guess, you stopped lying to yourself and accepted the fact that someone out there could actually want you?”

“Stop teasing me!” You answer, bewildered. “Yeah, I’m in love with him. He’s just too precious and genuine and makes me feel like I’m worth something. Are you happy now?”

Your friend laughs way too loudly and way too enthusiastically. “I’m not teasing! I’m just happy for you. Stop being so serious about everything, I bet your boyfriend would want to see you as happy as he must be.”

It’s true. You hope he is happy and doesn’t regret anything. Your phone vibrates, stopping you from stuttering another pitiful excuse. 

I miss you, noona. Naya rolls her eyes when she sees your dreamy smile.

“Here goes the love fool.” she shivers. “Anyways, I’m not going to ask for details because knowing you, I won’t get anything. Well...seeing you smile means he probably was great.”

“He is a dancer; he can move his hips.” Is all you say before Naya slaps your shoulder, completely excited.

She goes back to serious while you’re busy typing back a message. You can’t believe you’re being this mushy.

You don’t even mind.

“Speaking of dancing, will you be going to the annual high-school party?” Naya asks, hopeful. You face speaks for itself, though.

You don’t see the point in such gatherings. Your former high school has the habit of holding an annual party where current and old students gather for basically no reason. It’s a custom you never really understood and even as a student, you dreaded going to one. Naya would always nag you for days until you got mad at her.

These gatherings are nothing but a way to boast about your own achievements and you have nothing to be proud of.

You went once. You ended up being mocked by classmates for being a future nobody. You left, crying about how true their statement was.

You’ve been avoiding all these people thoroughly ever since that day.

Naya thinks otherwise. She has tough skin and often blames you of silently agreeing with them. She wants you to get a grip and be shameless, to go and shut their mouth.

She just wants you to stop running away from your insecurities.

When you don’t answer, she continues “Go with your boyfriend.” She shrugs, her lips transforming into a pout when you gasp. “What now? Don’t tell me you don’t want them to see him?”

You don’t know why it makes you feel anxious. Your relationship is fairly new and maybe Yugyeom will feel pressured. He doesn’t seem to be the type of boy who enjoys that sort of party. Also, it scares you; they wouldn’t hesitate to make fun of your Yugyeom.

You don’t want him to get involved into this mess.

Naya rolls her eyes when you hesitate, her tone changing drastically. “If you want your boyfriend to feel accepted you should invite him and enjoy the party while you’re at it. Get over that trauma and make yourself pretty, I promise it’ll be worth it.”

You ponder, jaw tightening. “I’ll think about it.”

“Yugyeom smells like sex!”

“Shut up!” Yugyeom grabs Bambam before his friend can speak even louder. The restaurant is crowded and he feels the tip of his ears burning when a couple of people turn around, puzzled.

“So this is why you didn’t answer your phone…” Jinyoung mocks, a tiny smile displaying on his lips as he keeps on munching on his food. “And to think I was worried about you failing.”

Yugyeom rolls his eyes, thanking the waiter as he grabs the menu. “Can we not talk about my sex life please?”

“Oh now he has a sex life….” Bambam takes his most annoying voice, his glass of wine making him look even more ridiculous.

Yugyeom sighs, doing his best not to strangle his best friend. He looks at him then Jinyoung, before letting his elbows rest on the table. They wait for him to talk, expectant but nothing prepares them for what happens next.

“She is so sweet…” he squeals, his cheeks turning the same shade of red. He tries to hide his face behind his hands but he ends up shaking on his chair instead. “She is perfect.”

Jinyoung raises a hand. “Nope, nope. I was just teasing you. I am not going to sit and listen to you talk about sex.”

Bambam hushes him, making a face. “Well, I want to know!”

“I’m not talking about sex!” Yugyeom sighs exasperatedly. “She is the one who found me because she felt I was being distant. The man was her friend’s co-worker; it turns out they were all drinking together because he is dating someone younger and she needed advices.”

“How unexpected, it was a misunderstanding.” Jinyoung fakes, an outrageous hand covering his mouth. “It’s not like some people actually told you to go and talk to her directly…”

“Anyways, she invited me over and it was amazing…” Yugyeom wouldn’t be able to put his happiness into words. He who has been struggling with this relationship for so long finally saw the genuine and vulnerable you after all this time.

He cannot forget about the way you looked at him, how soft your skin was, how delicate you were being in fear of breaking him. He feels numb, like nothing can hurt him anymore and he is invincible. He can barely focus ever since he left your place but it doesn’t matter; he loves you too much to care about the rest of the world. He went to class but his soul wasn’t there; it was trapped somewhere between the clouds, bouncing and singing about how amazing love is.

Jackson arrives shortly after, checking his friend and sitting. He looks around the table and merely furrows his brows before flashing the dirtiest smile ever.

“Oh my god, Yugyeom smells like sex.”

He doesn’t know why he is friends with such people.

In the middle of endless teasing and loud laughter, Yugyeom sends numerous texts, each as cheesy as the previous one. You are working now but you answer quickly so he doesn’t complain.

The convenience store is surprisingly empty this evening. You don’t mind though; it gives you time to think about your situation and answer the texts you receive from Yugyeom. He tells you he is eating with his friends but also mentions that they can’t be taken anywhere so you might see them someday if he doesn’t kill them today.

His texts are comforting and serene; it feels good to interact with your boyfriend that way. You clean around the convenience store when you feel like it but most of your time is spent sitting and waiting.

Which is completely fine by you.

A few people enter, buy what they need and leave. It’s not an unusual shift. You get back to work when the probability of spending the whole shift resting becomes dangerously tempting. Your colleague did mention the floor being sticky - but didn’t say why she didn’t clean - so you decide to do it. You end up being interrupted by your boyfriend only, who turns out to be suffering if you refer to his texts about a guy named Bambam who is going to get strangled if he doesn’t shut up.

“Y/N? Is that you?” You would recognise the voice among millions. You consider ignoring it but who knows what trouble it would bring. You suddenly hate how you are supposed to be at everyone’s service.

You turn around with the politest smile, the one you know isn’t welcoming at all.

“Hi, Hansol.”

You’re not mad to see him. Even though he brings bad memories, nothing seems to upset you today. You just want him to buy whatever he needs and leave.

“I thought these were rumours…” he trails off, his eyes scanning the convenience store. The boy seems surprised but the smile on his face says it all.

He is looking down on you.

It’s a face you learnt to live with. It was your choice not to make it into a big school. When it isn’t him it’s your parents and so on; the look of failure is sometimes unbearable.

“Thank you for your concern.” You snicker, turning around. He will probably snort and leave, hopefully.

“You seem busy...cleaning but will you be coming to the annual high-school party? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you there…”

You stop again, sighing. “It’s because I usually don’t go.”

What the hell is wrong with him? Most of your encounters ended with poorly hidden mockery and organised bullying.

Hansol makes a pitiful noise, his acting skills still as bad as what they used to be. “It’s a pity but I guess…” He lifts a hand and shows the broom, a smirk appearing on his face. “you’ve got responsibilities. I understand. I’ll greet them on your beh-”

“I said I usually don’t go. I will go this year, with my boyfriend. I can give my best regards myself.” You utter, gripping the broom so hard it’s hurting your hands.

Hansol seems startled but recovers, a bottle of wine now in his hands. “Great! I’ll see you there, then.” His smile is as fake as yours, if not more. You follow him toward the counter to take care of the payment and barely bow when he leaves.

You hate all of them.

You were hesitating whether you should go but now you have no choice. Naya is going to be ecstatic but all you can think of is how you’re going to ask Yugyeom. You’re both working tomorrow so it gives you time to come up with a way to make him agree.

Yugyeom agrees without a single blink.

You had barely started explaining the situation when he said yes, his eyes focused. He is joyful and you notice he is doing his best to keep his hands off you.

But he fails and when he is sure no customers are here, he takes you by the hand to the storage room.

“What if someone comes?” You whisper, glancing at the storage room’s door.

“No one will enter. Relax, noona.” Yugyeom has left the earth. He hopes you noticed how complete he feels. “I just really missed you.”

Your answer is now different, making Yugyeom go weak on his knees. “I missed you too, Gyeomie.”

He squeals, his face hiding in your neck as hugs you. “I will die at a young age if you keep doing this.” You laugh, your arms reaching for his neck to bring him closer. “I will make sure you make it out alive.”

Yugyeom doesn’t want to keep talking. He is a fool who will probably end up saying something even more embarrassing so he kisses you instead. That way he is sure you won’t be able to destroy his last two brain cells.

You don’t mind. Your inability to use your words is as spectacular as Yugyeom’s so that solution is much preferred. You enjoy every brush of his lips, your finger gripping his neck and nape to bring him toward you. There’s a certain rush, a thrill which seems to excite both of you, so much that it turns you into a wild cat, eager to jump and wrap your legs around his waist.

So you do just that.

Yugyeom does his best not to enjoy the embrace too much. Now is definitely not the moment to tickle his naughtiness and as much as he would love to close that boring store, he parts from you with a knot in his throat and heavy eyelids.

“This, we can’t do, Noona.” His sheepish smile says otherwise just like his hands, gripping your legs and securing you around him.

You silently agree, ready to jump off but stopping yourself. “About that annual party…” You had almost forgot about it because your brain is melting at your boyfriend’s loveliness. “I probably didn’t mention this, but I usually don’t go. I don’t really enjoy meeting with my ex-classmates. You know why.”

Yugyeom understands totally. He heard enough to know you were surrounded by annoying teenagers who probably didn’t help in making you feel even less confident than you already were.

“You don’t have to go. We can still do something, just the two of us.” He tries, just to make sure you are taking the good decision.

You shake your head, “Now that I said I would go, I have to. I don’t want any of them to come and add salt to the wound if I don’t show up.”

“I’ll make sure not to embarrass you, Noona.”

You wrap yourself tighter around him, the words swelling your heart more than they should. You offer one last peck on his inviting lips before landing back on the ground.

“You’ll do great.”

The building looks exactly the same. Its grey walls are as uninviting as ever and the lights - announcing a party is running - do nothing to make it look attracting.

You think about the numerous times you ran those stairs, eyes filled with tears and hair a mess. Now you have to go inside, take the opposite path and run into the way too obvious trap. Word probably spread and everyone is expecting you to enter. Come to think of it, that would give them a great opportunity to recall good times.

“You don’t like it here right?” Naya adjusts her dress, her heels giving her a funny limp on the irregular pavement.

You follow swiftly, the knot in your chest blocking every positive thought. It’s the worst situation. Yugyeom had to stay at the store because your colleague is sick and he is supposed to join you later. You need him here now.

Everything is now too overwhelming. The big room is too crowded, the music is too loud, the outfits are blinding and the food is giving you nausea. You are glad Naya didn’t bring a date; she often mentions how useless men can be despite her endless support toward your relationship and you can’t thank her enough as her arm wraps around yours comfortingly.

She raises her chin and straightens her back, eyes scanning through the mess of luxury brands and business laughter. “Be proud. No one here means enough to bother you. Whatever they say is air, got it?” Her little hypnosis session weaves fragments of positivity into your brain, forcing you to straighten your back too.

“I can do this.”

You thought you could. You were quite sure Yugyeom was late by now but the number glasses you drank so far distorted not only your vision but also your notion of time. You lost Naya somewhere between the group of successful lawyers and doctors, you don’t even remember when exactly. You heard her loud voice, promising to join you soon and to wait for her before someone grabbed her to talk about management.

You don’t feel drunk though, because you can walk just fine. You took up residence in front of the buffet, back facing everyone else. This way you won’t have to deal with anyone.

That’s what you thought.

“You’re here! And I thought you were just bragging….” Hansol’s voice feels like grating to your ears. You swallow the food with a chug of champagne, your tongue flattening against your teeth to clean the mess of roe left by the toasts.

You turn around, finding yourself facing one dumbass and two bitches. Hansol is still in the same circle of friends and he can’t seem to let go of his bullying habits. “Hi everyone.”

You hope your dress looks good, you hope your makeup is pretty and you pray that your semi-drunk state isn’t going to turn you into the nation’s joke. You usually don’t care about such things; tonight is different though, you want them to notice how unimportant they are.

Then you remember about your professional life and give up, the confidence tearing a bewildered snort out of nowhere.

“Hansol told us you are working in a convenience store? I’m glad you succeeded, god knows how hard it is for dropouts nowadays.” One of the girl starts, her manicured hand covered in shiny rings and wrist wrapped by an expensive-looking watch.

“Right,” Hansol answers, his lips curving up and a brow now lifted as he tilts his chin towards you. “It’s the best outcome for you, dropout.”

The word makes your hand fall on the table for support. You feel your entire body shivering, knees going weak and joints bending. You want to curl into a ball and calm your rapid breathing. Cold sweats make you feel like you dipped yourself into a bucket of ice and your head feels like you stayed underwater for too long.

Everything disappears; the music, the taste of food, the amount of courage it took to hold a conversation. You barely greeted them, you didn’t even say anything yet; how can they already be so disparaging?

Maybe you should leave. Naya is nowhere to be seen and you don’t want to face any of them. Nothing can be trusted as your eyes look around the room, paranoia making you feel judged wherever you stare. You pinch your lips and shake your head, orbs unfocused as you take a step to the side and ignore them.

You knew it was a big mistake.

You are glad to be able to hold the tears in when you walk away from them; your pride is still intact even though you feel like a piece of shit.

You take two more steps before colliding into a body.

“I gotchu, noona.”

Yugyeom had run like someone was chasing him. He had no choice but to stay when his boss came to take over his shift because their colleague called in sick. He couldn’t feel unluckier when he found himself being almost two hours late but it didn’t matter anymore.

His eyes fell on you as soon as he entered the big room.

He was ready to wave at you and apologize profusely but something made him stop to analyse the situation. You were talking to three people and you were gripping on the buffet table in a way that announced nothing pleasing was happening.

The three people had knowing smirks, their teeth too white to be natural and attire shining more than the lights themselves.

Then you walked away and even with your distressed expression you looked stunning. You dress was showing your pretty legs and your makeup was so perfect. Yugyeom really wondered why no one was treating you like a queen already. He saw your hands turning into fists, the way you took a deep breath so you wouldn’t break in front of everybody, how fast your eyelids were fluttering.

It all made sense in his head; the way you would push everyone away, your coldness, your lack of self-esteem. It was perfectly clear.

He took the same deep breath, ignoring the hungry stares of the women standing close to the doorway. Yugyeom had followed every single advice from Bambam so even though he felt uncomfortable with how unbuttoned his shirt was and how tight his jeans felt, he took a straight face.

His gait made a few people stop what they were doing; no one had recognized this fine-looking boy who was walking like a model.

You didn’t see him, too busy to escape the scene. The collision makes Yugyeom feel like he caught a deer in headlights. Your body instantly freezes and muscles tense but relief takes over when you look up.

He wraps his arms around you, his body gently rocking along with the music as he hums into your ear.

You close your eyes, distress evaporating and relaxing your bones. “You’re here.” you whisper fondly. “Finally”

Yugyeom spins sweetly, purposely ignoring the questioning eyes around the both of you. “Sorry I’m late.”

“It’s fine. I was just...chatting with ex-classmates.”

You feel your boyfriend nod, his arms leaving you to offer some distance and look at you properly. “You’re the prettiest, noona.”

Your blush doesn’t go unnoticed, hitting Yugyeom right in the heart and he swears he will never stop complimenting you if it means seeing you this happy.

You are amazed by how stylish he is. He did mention his friend Bambam was picking his outfit because he is a fashionista but you never thought it would be this fitting.

Yugyeom looks like the finest breed of man.

“You look older than me.” You confess.

“Oh, do you want to call me oppa?” He mocks, your laugh killing all trace of worry in Yugyeom’s mind.

“Ah, we’re back with the weird kinks…” You answer, letting him take the lead as he spins you around delicately.

You don’t even notice that no one else but you are dancing.

You see Naya emerge from the crowd when you spin and she is walking toward Hansol, determined.

You don’t really care anymore as Yugyeom entwines his fingers around yours.

Naya couldn’t get out of this trap. She was there, barely listening to whatever was happening while you were talking with Hansol and his minions. She saw everything, from the way you were about to run away to how your boyfriend caught you.

She went to the trio as soon as she knew you were going to be okay.

“Oh so here is the Architect!” She whistles, eyeing Hansol who is busy staring at you and Yugyeom. “What are you looking at?” she feints.

“Is this Y/N’s boyfriend?” One of the girl asks, eyes glittering and mouth opened.

Naya nods, arms now crossed. “Aren’t they so cute?” she fakes a laugh before turning adding. “I don’t see your dates though…? Oh right, I forgot you’re all single.”

Hansol scoffs, his voice higher than expected, “What is that supposed to mean, Naya?”

“What?” With her hand now on her chest in a not so apologetic manner, your friend continues. “Oh my bad! Last time I heard, your girlfriend left with your boss, right? Sorry for bringing up such painful memories.”

The boy is dumbfounded but his pride makes him shrug. “I broke up.”

Naya ignores him, her smile so icy he can only try to justify himself some more as she walks away after grabbing a glass a champagne.

She goes to the other side of the room before sitting down, her smile widening when she sees you laugh at you boyfriend’s antics.

She likes it much better that way.

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Strawberry Flavor - Part 1

Pairing: Kim Seokjin x Reader, Min Yoongi x Reader, Park Jimin x Reader

8789 Words

Genre: Fluff, Idiots Friends to lovers, crack

Warnings: None except some super light swearing, an unhealthy obsession for Jimin’s cakes ( I think i might have a problem idk ) and some light flirting ( I tried to create some mild tension at the end... not sure I did it right )

Summary: What’s a girl to do when her handsome colleague, her sweet business partner and her mysterious, piano playing friend compete for 1st place on the list of her favourite people?

Heavily inspired by the “Another Story” individual stories in the BTS World game but with a twist. The final pairing isn’t fully decided, yet, so if you have some input or some suggestions or just a burning desire for me to twist the story into a certain direction please let me know and maybe we can work something out ;)

IPlease don’t hesitate to give feedback and like & reblog if you enjoyed <3

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“Strawberry Flavor! Strawberry Flavor, where are you?”

Hotel-service intern Kim Seokjin rushed into the kitchen of the hotel restaurant to find you, his colleague and only friend in this hell of an establishment,

“Yah, Strawberry Flavor! This is important, where are you?”

He knew the kitchen area would be empty at this time, save for you. Most of your colleagues had already clocked out for the night but you usually stayed longer to wait for Seokjin to finish his shift as well. Which is why he busted through the doors of the locker room, guns blazing, to find you already waiting for him and packing your things,

“Ah, there you are! Didn’t you hear me?”

Accusingly, he thrust his hands in your direction, which were full of laundry items. You turned around, wide-eyed and flabbergasted at Seokjin’s dramatic entrance in the break room,

“Kim Seokjin, I swear on all that’s holy in this world, one of these days I will bash your head in with a frying pan, if you yell at me like that again!”

You pointed at his smug face and tried to look like you actually meant it,

“I could have been changing in here, you punk! Don’t you have any manners? Jeez, you give a guy leftover chicken and suddenly he thinks he owns the place…”,

Jin took a moment to process your words before he smiled at you and rolled his eyes,

“Ah, Strawberry Flavor, I’m sorry, I’m just so excited! You said there’s more leftover chicken again today, what am I supposed to do? Stay calm?”

You didn’t actually mean anything you said, of course, you adored your tall, handsome and broad-shouldered colleague and were glad that you had become friends. Or so he liked to think, at least,

“Yes! That is absolutely what you are supposed to do!”

You tried to answer without a smile creeping on your face but seeing Jin just did that to people. He was handsome, sure, but his face, when he got a little worked up over something, was one the funniest things known to mankind,

“You know I can’t be held responsible for my actions when chicken is involved…”

He dropped his gaze and kicked at imaginary dirt on the ground. You took a deep breath and remembered that Seokjin was essentially an overgrown child with an even more overgrown appetite,

“I saved it for you, no one’s going to steal it”

You said and Jin huffed, pouting at you,

“Ok…”

You noticed the laundry in his hands just now,

“Did Areum give you more laundry, again?”

You asked as you pointed at the various blankets and stuffed animals he was carrying,

“She said she wants them dry cleaned by tomorrow morning. How am I supposed to do that? Everyone already left…”

He explained and you sighed. That girl knew how to keep him on his toes,

“Well, you just have to come in early tomorrow and beg the guys from laundry to run an express load”

You checked the contents of your purse, before turning back to Seokjin again,

“Hm, you’re right. I should drop this in the laundry bins, right? Be right back!”

He mumbled and turned on his heels to leave,

“Can you heat the chicken up for me, please? Thank you”

You heard him say as the doors closed behind him. You shook your head and let out a long breath,

“This guy really has no shame”

You said to yourself as you grabbed your things and went to work on the chicken for Jin, so you both could finally leave, as soon as he got back.

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As you walked along the beach promenade, a Tupperware in hand containing Jin’s chicken, you listened to him munch on a piece of it while he tried to recount all events of the day to you. Apparently, the lady, who had been staying in 306 for the last week, wasn’t as sweet as you thought. Jin told you about this morning, when he went to bring her breakfast to her room and she pinched his butt while he was on the way out. His eyes almost bulged out of his head, he was so invested in his own story,

“And then she said the bacon looks good this morning! The bacon, Strawberry Flavor! As in MY bacon! Can you believe?!”

Were he not so busy to stuff his mouth full of the wings you had saved for him, he would have ranted on about it for hours,

“No, Jin, I can’t, in fact, believe”,

“I know it looks good, I have eyes, after all, but just pinching my bacon like it was a cheap side dish…”

“Absolutely outrageous”

You commented while typing away on your phone. You knew by now that you just needed to pay attention at the right moment to appease Jin’s ego,

“Exactly!”

He flung his hand around and looked like he tried to fight someone with the chicken leg, that he was currently holding,

“Did you say anything to her? Or did you just do that creepy customer-service fake smile”

You asked, already knowing that, even if Jin talked a big game now, he probably just squeaked like a squirrel when the thirsty grandma felt him up and looked like a deer caught in the headlights when she shut the door in his face. Deep down, he probably enjoyed the attention, though,

“No, I didn’t. can’t risk an additional complaint from any of the guests with all the negative points I keep scoring with Areum…”

He mumbled and his puffed chest deflated a bit at that,

“Ah Seokjin, don’t worry! I’m sure Areum will see soon how much effort you put into everything she makes you do!”

You patted his shoulder reassuringly and handed him a tissue to wipe the spicy chicken sauce off his face,

“Thanks, Strawberry Flavor, you always know what to say…”

Unbeknownst to you, Jin was thankful for more than just your kind words and company today. He was thankful for a lot more when it came to you and the chicken was only the cherry on top of the biggest, most delicious scoop of heart-shaped ice cream, he had ever imagined in his life.

When you two met on the day you were examined as a potential addition to the kitchen staff at the hotel, he didn’t think you’d become such an integral part of his life but he’s certainly thankful things played out the way they did. Even though he wishes he was brave enough to ask you for more, he is content to just be the best friend to you, that he could be. You deserved it. If not for you, he would have been kicked out of the hotel multiple times already because he just kept messing up so much. Most of the kitchen staff still avoided him because of the wedding cake incident a few months back. He cringed inwardly; it had not been pretty,

“And even if she doesn’t and tells Manager about all your shortcomings and he kicks you out, you can count on me to save you chicken from time to time!”

He almost chokes on said chicken when he has to laugh at your poor attempt to lighten the mood,

“Jin, you need to swallow!”

He could only laugh harder and it made you smile,

“Yah! Stop laughing! You’re gonna choke! I don’t know any first aid…”

You clapped him on the back and he slowly calmed down, still cackling like a little kid. You wanted to see him laugh like this more often, lately, because interning at the hotel wasn’t working out so well for him. He had a lot of difficulties with the service and it didn’t help that he was assigned as Areum’s caretaker during the time she would be staying at the hotel. That little girl… you knew she was only 7 but she drove you up the wall sometimes. Especially when she scolded Jin for all the things he did wrong, which was a regular occurrence,

“I’m fine, I’m fine, do you have any more tissues, though?”

Jin asked and you dug around your purse until you found one. He coughed roughly and then took a deep breath,

“Phew… Let’s just hope Manager keeps me around a little longer, yeah?”

He smiled at you and you nodded,

“He has to, or I’m going on strike. See how he handles the rioting guests when there are no more Special Strawberry Flavor Pancakes around!”

Jin puts his arm around your shoulder and hugs you to his side a little awkwardly,

“Ahh, don’t do that, you’ll be fired, too! And then who will be my chicken hero?”

You cough out an awkward laugh at the physical contact and quickly try to get your bearings back,

“Ok, ok… I won’t go on strike”

“And I’ll figure something out with Areum… she’s just a kid, how hard could it be to find something she likes to do? Do you think maybe I should try bribing her with candy?”

You opened your mouth to answer when a familiar voice interrupted you,

“Hey Rice Cake, I’m over here!”

It was your roommate Park Jimin; passionate dancer and number 1 rice cake enthusiast. He was waiting for you at the bus stop like he usually did to pick you up after work. He insisted on doing so, even if he had to take a few extra buses after dance practice to get here.

You happily waved at him and turned to Jin to say goodbye for tonight,

“There’s my ride. Well, my companion for the bus ride, anyway… You should probably come up with something more creative than bribing a little girl with candy, though, ok? I’ll see you tomorrow! Good night!”,

“Yeah, ok… Good night, Strawberry Flavor”

He smiled and waved half-heartedly after you already turned around and walked towards your friend. Park Jimin seemed like a good guy, as far as he could tell; he obviously cared about you enough to go out of his way to get you home safe and in Jin’s books that was the least you deserved. Still, he would rather he was the one to accompany you on your way home.

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As Jimin watched you say goodbye to your colleague he briefly wondered why you still let him be the one to take you home when there was this tall, good-looking man in your life, who, clearly, was head over heels for you. He had known the minute he met Kim Seokjin for the first time a few months ago, that the handsome hotelier had the hots on for you. He couldn’t fault the guy, though; he knew first-hand the power your pretty smile and beautiful personality held. If Jimin didn’t feel so insecure and small in the presence of the other man, maybe they could have become friends but all Jimin could see, was a really tall, handsome and impressively built obstacle in the way of his plan to get you to be his girl when he looked at Kim Seokjin.

Jimin loses his self-deprecating train of thought pretty quickly though, when you enter his personal space and hug his arm to your chest,

“Jiminahh, I had such a good day! I can’t wait to tell you all about it”

You smiled at him and for a few precious moments he just felt lucky to have you in his life at all. Kim Seokjin and his good looks be damned. He reached for your hand and took your bag to carry it for you. He knows you would never admit it, because you’re a strong, independent woman, who don’t need no man but you secretly loved that he did all these little things to make your life a little easier. Even if it was just carrying a bag, that, quote unquote: wasn’t even really that heavy,

“Yeah? Tell me about it”

He smiled down at you, as you both went to sit down on the bench and waited for the bus to arrive and take you home,

“It was my turn to decorate all the little pastries and cakes today! Well… after I fried a shit ton of chicken for the buffet in the conference room”

You answered and Jimin smiled to himself. Decorating cakes was one of your favourite things to do, even when you helped him out in your spare time in the little rice-cake shop he inherited from his late grandmother. He was quite good at it himself, too, having watched his grandma make and decorate rice cakes with a burning passion for years, but he let you do it whenever possible, just so he could watch your face scrunch up cutely in concentration when you bent over the sweet little treats and painted fantastic floral works of art on them,

“Sounds like you had a lot of fun today”

He commented and you nodded,

“I did. And Manager even said I did good today, so that was worth all the hours I spent covered in chicken grease afterwards”

You stifled a yawn after you said that and Jimin laughed quietly. You did actually smell faintly of fried chicken but honestly? That was just a bonus because you looked like a snack already.

Just as he was about to comment on your fried chicken smell, the bus rolled into the station and you took your seats and fell into a comfortable silence for the duration of the ride. It wasn’t too long of a way home but it was enough for you take a quick nap on your friend’s shoulder, before he gently shook you awake again, to signal the imminent arrival of the bus at your station. You followed Jimin outside and as the bus rode on peacefully, you walked the rest of the way towards the rice cake shop and the apartment you shared upstairs.

You felt thankful for it every time you set foot in your shared home because it had been the first good thing to happen to you in a long while. Starting off as Granny Park’s apprentice in the rice cake business, you first met Jimin as he was about to head out and handle some deliveries for the day. He was shy at first but quickly warmed up to you when he noticed how seriously you took your work and how respectful and hard-working you were with his grandmother. Granny Park taught you and her grandson how to make the most delicious little cakes and she had even let you live in the spare room in the apartment she shared with Jimin. She had given you so much and you were determined to prove worthy of her trust. Sadly, not long after she had taken you in and you and Jimin became close friends, she passed away and left you and her grandson to continue to run the shop. You and Jimin had made some significant changes to the way the shop operated and now, it ran more profitable than ever before. You hoped Jimin could see how happy and grateful you still were now, months later.

Jimin dropped your bag in your room and you took a few minutes for yourself to change into more comfortable clothing and wash up. Even though you got to do something fun at work today, doesn’t mean you weren’t exhausted and ready to drop dead on the bed. You took your phone out of your bag and swan dived onto the sheets. A few notifications were waiting for you, including a few texts from Jin and Yoongi, another friend of yours. Apparently Jin had finished all the chicken before he arrived home, which was a new record for him and he had sent you a selfie of him and the empty Tupperware to prove it. You snickered and replied with a few thumbs up.

[You 20:34]: Glad u liked it! U know I never met anyone with such an unhealthy love for chicken, right?

[SeokJerk 20:35]: Ha… then stop feeding my addiction! Shaming me while enabling me… smh

[You 20:36]: Ugh why am I friends with u…

Jin sent an angel emoji and you decided that was enough Jin for today and then switched to Yoongi’s chat. It was just a series of pictures of a few different outfits and a question mark at the end. He was a man of few words. You knew Yoongi had an important gig coming up and he desperately needed your input, so it didn’t surprise you that he didn’t send an entire paragraph voicing his concerns about the wrong choice of attire. You answered with number 3 and a few flame emojis and heart eyes. Going for the fancy choice while also maintaining his casual style seemed like the best way to go. He replied a few seconds later with a thumbs up. Just as you were about to put down the phone, it dinged with another text from your roommate. Why he didn’t just knock and ask whatever it was he wanted, you didn’t know. He was probably being lazy like you right now.

[Mochi 20:46]: u still up? Netflix? Or u too tired?

You debated that for a second; it was only 9 pm, you could probably remain conscious for another 2 hours or so. Even though you had to pass by the hotel to meet Jin for lunch, you could sleep in.

[You 20:48]: Sure, u gotta come here tho bc I’m not moving

2 minutes later your door creaked as Jimin opened it and walked in the room with his laptop balanced on his arm,

“I picked something good this time, I swear”

He did, in fact, not pick something good.

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When you woke up the next morning, Jimin was already out and about, busy bee that he is. You didn’t have to worry about getting ready just yet, since you didn’t have to meet Jin for another few hours, so you enjoyed the feeling of your soft and warm sheets for a few more minutes and played around on your phone until there was nothing left to do but get up.

Should you have breakfast? A question you asked yourself every day, regardless of the fact that the answer was always no. So, you skipped the trip to the kitchen for now and jumped in the shower straight away.

You should take care of some boring chores and house work today, as well, preferably before you met Jin.

The rice cake shop was closed for today so you didn’t have to worry about the mess downstairs for now. Maybe Jimin had left out some treats for you to take with you. You would go through the shop and check when you left.

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“Yah, Seokjin! Stop hoarding the sauce!”

You snatched the little bowl from under his nose while he was distracted and finally, you could dip your food into the spicy goodness,

“Leave some in there for other people”

You added and Jin tried to act like he didn’t know you were chastising him, of all people. It was no use anyway, so you changed the topic,

“Did you get Areum’s laundry done on time?”

Seokjin nodded his head, while chewing on a spoonful of rice,

“Luckily, yes. I owe the guys from laundry big time”

He swallowed the rice and took a deep, sobering breath,

“Don’t know what she would have done, if I didn’t show up with her favourite blanket, this morning…”

He visibly shuddered at the thought and you also felt an unpleasant tingle slide down the length of your spine,

“Let’s just be thankful you’re still in one piece, hm?”

You smiled sweetly at him and Jin briefly forgot what had him so shook just seconds ago. He watched you eat some grilled vegetables for a few moments until he snapped out of his reverie,

“Thank you for meeting me for lunch, Strawberry Flavor, it would have been so boring alone…”,

“You mean there would have been less food for you to devour”

You snickered to yourself and Jin huffed,

“Don’t make me look so bad, you brat! I’m still older than you, show some respect!”

He couldn’t help but smile at how, even he, couldn’t take himself seriously. You started laughing and had to put down the food you were about to put in your mouth,

“Alright, alright, I’m so sorry, Seokjin-Oppa… I promise I’ll be a good girl from now on, ok?”

You dragged out his name and your lips formed the most adorable little pout. Although he knew you were teasing him just now, Jin felt warmth flood his cheeks and he cleared his throat,

“Ah… yes… don’t worry about it, Strawberry Flavor”

He tried to sound casual but his voice betrayed him. Alas, he was but a man, sat in front of the prettiest woman he knew, trying not to look like the complete simp he was for you. A few moments of food-related silence ensured until you put down your bowl,

“I almost forgot, I brought these for you”

You suddenly started digging around in your purse and produced a little package wrapped in simple brown paper,

“These are from a batch Jimin and I made last night. They didn’t come out shaped as nicely as usual but I thought you wouldn’t mind having them, since we can’t sell them like this”

You held the package out to him and he put down his chopsticks to receive it,

“Seriously? You didn’t have to!”

He stumbled over his own words because he felt a little touched. You thought to bring him some of your lovely rice cakes? He unwrapped the package and found a colourful assortment of sweet rice treats in the paper,

He slapped a hand over his face in a theatrical way,

“Ahh, I can’t look at them for too long, they are so pretty! Strawberry Flavor, what are you doing to me…?”

You giggled happily like a little kid when you saw his reaction to the cakes and he had to smile,

“You have to look, though, if you want to eat them!”

You tried to gently lift his hand from his eyes,

“It’s too dangerous, I’ll go blind…”

He loved making you laugh, so he would ride this wave as long as you would let him,

“So, you’re never gonna look at my cakes again?”

Well. Not that he would mind looking at your cakes once in a while, he just felt really inappropriate doing so. Or were you talking about the rice cakes? Probably the more likely option…

“Don’t sound so disappointed”

He lifted his hand and put the cakes down on the table in front of him,

“What if I feed you one? You won’t have to look then”

“Ah, Strawberry Flavor, you’re so smart! I never would have thought of that”

You rolled your eyes at him but still you smiled. You picked up your chopsticks, lifted a rice cake from the package and held it to Jin’s lips. He slowly opened up and let you place the small treat inside his mouth.

You stared at him expectantly, eyes wide,

“Good?”

You asked and, even if the cakes didn’t taste as amazing and sweet as they did, Jin would have told you they were the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted. He closed his eyes and savoured the taste before he answered:

“They are amazing”

Your lips spread into a shy smile,

“Really?”

“Really”

“Maybe you can share them with the laundry staff as a thank you?”

You suggested and Jin’s eyes went wide in disbelief,

“Are you kidding? I may owe them but I don’t owe them enough for that”,

“You are impossible”,

“Impossible to please, yes, but these are pretty close to perfection”

He grinned and you tried to hide your smile,

“Now give me one more”

He opened his mouth and waited for you to feed him another rice cake. It really was the simple things in life, huh?

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Over the course of the next week you and Jimin perfected the new recipe for the revolutionised rice cakes you were going to permanently keep in your assortment of treats in the shop and they turned out to be just the right amount of chewy and sweet. You might have used Jin as your personal lab rat and fed him an obscene amount of cakes until his eyes got glassy and his shoulders sagged in satisfaction. ‘This is heavenly’ he had mumbled while chewing and you knew it wouldn’t get any better than that. Jimin trusted your opinion but he had, of course, also tasted a fair amount of cakes before he agreed with Jin’s judgement. Both of you were lucky you got a few extra days off, since you had collected some overtime in the last month, which gave you enough time to work on the cake recipe. Jimin was grateful for the extra time he got to spend with you, even if Jin had intruded on some of it. At least he got to feed you some of the extra cakes while Jin watched and tried to hide the, very much obvious, jealousy on his face.

That evening, when Jin left, he had touched your upper arm for just long enough for Jimin to consider it inappropriate. Of course, you were oblivious to their childish behaviour.

Today was your last day off before a new week of work started and there were no more cakes to prepare for the shop. Last night, Yoongi had texted you to ask if you wanted to join him for coffee and keep him company while he practised a piece for another upcoming show. You had said yes, since you hadn’t seen your friend in a while and you were happy, he wanted to spend time with you. He was the elusive kind of friend that surfaced out of the blue after periods of being completely dead to the world.

On your way to the university he studied at, you picked up coffee for both of you and a snack for Yoongi, since he usually forgot to eat when he was working on something. You found him in the usual place, already sitting at the piano on the far side of the room, playing away and not noticing your arrival until you plopped down on the bench next to him,

“Hey, Piano Man, take a coffee break”

He stopped playing and turned to you, clearly not having expected you yet,

“I didn’t think you’d be here so soon”

He said, a surprised pout on his lips. You smiled and handed him the coffee and the snack you brought him,

“Left early so I could get you some sustenance”

“How do you know me so well, hm?”

He squinted his eyes at you suspiciously before opening the paper bag and taking an experimental sniff, then nodding approvingly,

“Well, I don’t have that many redeeming qualities but I like to think keeping the people I care about fed, so they stay healthy, is one of my better ones”

You smiled shyly and took a sip of your own coffee. You were wrong though, Yoongi thought. You had a ton of good qualities; far more than he ever thought could be found in a single person. You were the reason he was still in school, after all, and to hell if you didn’t think that counted for something,

“I don’t like it when you do that”

He mumbled under his breath and took a sip of that sweet, sweet bean juice that would bring warmth back into his heart and soul,

“Do what?”

You asked, creasing your brows in confusion,

“That thing where you talk badly about yourself and cover it up with humour”

You huffed and ran a hand through your hair,

“You act like you don’t do that, too”

You accused him and he gave you a look that just said ‘really?’

“I don’t, not like that, anyway. I know I’ve got some good qualities, I’m just super insecure, anxious and nervous at all times, there’s a difference”

Well. He got you there,

“So, stop talking like that, yeah? You know you’re a good person, Serenity, no need to doubt yourself”

He knew he didn’t have a way with words as much as he had a way with the keys on the piano. He just hoped that the essence of what he meant bled through the words and reached your core. He really did mean it like that: you were a good person. In fact, you were the best person in his life, even if he couldn’t show it in a way that he felt would be meaningful enough for you. Through all the problems and hardships thrown at him by his professors and the university and all the obstacles placed in his path by all the policies, regulations and deadlines, you had been there to support him and provide him with advice. You grounded him when his nerves threatened to reach a breaking point and you helped him find the calm and peaceful place in himself that he could retreat to when the world became too much.

He had told you so in his own way; calling you his Serenity, when he felt you needed a push to take his words seriously,

“Alright… I’ll work on it, ok?”

You picked at your nails when you agreed and he was satisfied with the conclusion,

“Ok”

He said calmly and sipped his coffee,

“So, how’s practice going?”

You asked, changing the topic,

“You tell me. You heard me playing when you snuck in like a damn ninja”

Yoongi answered and grinned,

“Everything you play sounds good to me but I’m also not a professional musician, so my opinion isn’t really gonna help you much…”

You would always tell him when you liked a piece, he introduced you to but beyond that? You had close to zero knowledge about music and all the terms and whatnot used to describe it, so Yoongi would have to be satisfied with you either saying ‘it’s great’ or ‘I love it’ repeatedly,

“Hm, fair enough”

He grumbled and turned back to the keyboard. To anyone else, he probably sounded condescending but you two were close enough for you to know, that was far from his intention. He just gave off particularly grumpy and unapproachable vibes at all times.

He sighed loudly and rolled his head around to loosen up some tension in his neck and shoulders,

“Alright… well, will you listen to it anyway?”

He asked and placed his hands on the keys according to the notes on the music sheet,

“Take it away, Maestro”

You said and the smallest smile crept its way onto his face before it scrunched up in concentration and he started playing.

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Work was really slow today for some reason. Well, as slow as work in the kitchen of a hotel with hundreds of guests can be. But it felt slower than usual and you had yet to feel like ripping your uniform off and quitting dramatically in the heat of the moment, like you usually did. The majority of the guests currently occupying the rooms were tourists, who only visited the small fishermen town for the yearly celebration of exactly that: the fishermen who had inspired the people of the town to celebrate their work over the hundreds of years since the town had been established. By now fishing wasn’t the main source of the town’s income anymore but regardless, the tradition of celebrating was still going strong. The main source of income was now tourism.

It also meant dinner shift didn’t make you want to repeatedly punch the wall. Who would’ve thought that less guests equals less work?

As you enjoyed a few minutes of relative peace and quiet in the kitchen, you thought about your own relationship with the festival. A while ago, you and your friends, and also some of their friends, had decided you’d all visit the festival together this year and you were looking forward to it. You and Jimin would have to man your little rice cake booth for a while but since you were the business owners you could decide when you would close up and enjoy the rest of the festivities. You would probably only have the booth up during the day and leave it closed in the evening so you would have time to join your friends and get the party going. The festival was approaching fast and you had a feeling it would be a series of nights to remember.

Your thoughts were interrupted by a few new room-service orders, delivered by none other than your favourite colleague and intern, Seokjin. He entered the kitchen through the big double doors and invaded your workspace like it was nothing. Classic Jin,

“Strawberry Flavor, do you have time to make all this? It’s for Areum and another guest”

He handed you a note with a couple of orders scribbled onto it in terrible handwriting. Luckily you were accustomed to Jin’s writing by now and deciphering it was no problem for you anymore,

“Hm, sure, although… it’s already pretty late, Areum shouldn’t have any sugar before bedtime, don’t you think?”

You answered and Jin nodded, looking thoughtful,

“I guess you’re right… what else can you make for her? I don’t wanna show up empty handed”

You mulled it over for a second, tapping you bottom lip with your pointer finger,

“How about something light like a yogurt with a little bit of fruit in it? Nothing special but I can make it look really nice for her”

You suggested and taped the note to your workstation, so you could get started on the other orders, as well,

“Sounds good”

Jin simply said and leaned against the counter to watch you prepare the food. Like yours, his day had been a little less eventful than usual and he was thankful for the extra time he got to relax in between chores. He chose to use a few minutes to talk to you and watch you work. He liked seeing you whirl around the kitchen and grabbing ingredients here and there to put together a perfect meal. He loved food and he loved it even more when you were the one to prepare it. He was sure all the guests that were lucky enough to have their food made by you could taste all the love and effort you put into it,

“Jin, can you come help me? I can’t reach the damn pan on the shelf!”

Jin listened up and pushed himself away from the counter to walk over to where you were standing on your tiptoes, trying to reach the highest shelf,

“Sure”

He said and before you could step aside to make room for him, he stood behind you and placed a hand right next to you to support his weight while he slightly pushed his body forward to reach the shelf. You felt his chest pressed to your back and suddenly your hands felt a little clammy,

“I can reach it but I can’t move it, there’s too much other stuff around on the shelf”

Jin said and you cursed the person who reorganized the shelves the other day,

“Wait a second, I’ll get you something to step on”

You mumbled and tried to move away from Jin but he had a different idea,

“Don’t bother, I’ll just pick you up and you can get it. It’ll be easier, just do it like this”

He maneuvered you around until he was leaning with his back against the shelf and you stood in front of him. Usually you would have protested against this. So much physical contact was not only strange for you and Jin but it was also inappropriate in your place of work,

“Jin, what are you doing?”

You mumbled to yourself while Jin was already bending his knees and wrapping his arms around your middle. You took a deep breath and let out a surprised squeak when Jin lifted you off the ground. The position was more than inappropriate but Jin didn’t seem to mind,

“Is this ok? Am I holding you too tight?”

He asked, seeming concerned with your uncomfortable expression,

“No, no”

You cleared your throat and started to support yourself with your hands on his shoulders,

“It’s fine, just… don’t drop me, ok?”

you looked down at his handsome face and he smiled gently up to you,

“Don’t worry, I won’t”

You held onto his shoulders a little tighter. They felt nice, strong. Did he work out?

“Can you get it?”

He asked and you remembered the pan, so you let go of his shoulders,

“Ah… yes, just a second”

No rush, thought Jin. You started rummaging around the shelf and moving things around to make room for the pan. While you moved around a little more you felt Jin squeeze you a little tighter and it didn’t feel as uncomfortable anymore.

Jin knew he had taken a risk with this but he also just wanted an opportunity to get closer to you. He didn’t do anything too inappropriate; he would never touch you in a way that would make you feel uncomfortable or unsafe. He knew you trusted him and he knew you knew that he valued that trust. Thus, he also knew, you wouldn’t mind it if he held you like this. Granted, he didn’t think his face would be this close to your boobs but it wasn’t like he would ever complain about that. He wouldn’t mind being even closer.

You had finally managed to procure the pan without pushing anything else off the shelf and Jin had let you slowly slide out of his secure grip until you were the one looking up at him, again. You brushed your shirt off and cleared your throat once more before awkwardly thanking him,

“I’ll get back to work…”

You mumbled and walked back to your station. You couldn’t exactly explain why you felt a little nervous all of a sudden. Or why your mouth had run dry. Or why you felt a tingle in the places where Jin’s big and gentle hands had touched you. You also couldn’t exactly explain why your innocent friendship suddenly didn’t feel so innocent anymore.

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Jimin couldn’t pick you up from work tonight and when you got home, you peeked through his open door and found him already fast asleep in his bed. You had hoped he would still be up when you came home but you guessed practice must have been especially exhausting today. You quietly closed the door and retreated to your own room to unwind and then go to sleep, too. Tomorrow would be an eventful day for both of you, since you needed to transport your little booth to its spot on the festival area and decorate it; make it look pretty and approachable for all the visitors and potential customers.

Together, you had developed a nice decoration scheme and decided to go with minimal but effective. Small but cute decorative figures and little Stickers for the children to take with them. Working with Jimin was always so easy. You couldn’t remember even a single time when you and him had to argue about something because you both preferred to stay rational and talk it out like adults.

You had recruited Jin and one of Jimin’s closer friends, Namjoon, to help you transport and set up your booth. You weren’t thrilled at Joon’s involvement in the delicate process because the independent writer had a reputation for being one of the clumsiest people alive. And even if you were thankful for the help, you were going to need to be prepared to deal with any major damage Joon would most likely cause.

For now, all you wanted to do was sleep and recharge for the events of the next day, yet you felt restless.

Nervousness started to creep in on you and you only tossed and turned in your sheets, unable to fall asleep. Were your rice cakes really going to sell tomorrow? Would the visitors of the festival actually consider your booth and try the cakes? Maybe the recipe wasn’t perfect, yet, after all… Suddenly you sat up and sighed deeply,

“Ah.,. let’s just check the recipe one last time, I won’t be able to sleep, anyway”

You mumbled to yourself and pulled a thin nightgown over your body before you made your way back through the dark apartment. Stumbling over a box you or Jimin left in the hallway, you made your way down into the shop and started putting together the ingredients for the dough. You tried to rustle around the kitchen as quietly as possible, not wanting to risk waking up Jimin, who clearly needed the rest more than you,

“Ok… let’s do this”

Cracking your knuckles, you looked at the prepared work space.

The bowls of ingredients stared back at you, taunting you and your skills as a baker,

“Ugh, this is ridiculous”

You rolled your eyes and took a deep breath. It couldn’t be so hard, could it? Why was this making you so nervous?

“Rice cake? What are you doing in the shop so late?

Jimin’s soft voice pulled you out of your thoughts and you turned around to see him standing on the last step the stairs and leaning against the wall. He was looking at you, squinting his eyes sleepily and trying to adjust to the light,

“Jimin, why are you up? Did I wake you? I’m sorry, I tried to be quiet”

You said and moved around a little to try and cover up the bowls behind you,

“Are you ok? You look stressed”

Jimin walked over to you and put his hand against your forehead, trying to feel your temperature,

“I’m fine, I just couldn’t sleep”

You pulled his hand away from your forehead,

“Do you need something to help you sleep? Tea, maybe? I can make you some soup or porridge- “

“Jimin, I’m fine, really”

You smiled at his suggestions, loving how he wanted to care of you,

“Thank you, though. I think I just need a minute or so, to calm down”

He nodded and pursed his lips, then he noticed all the stuff behind you on the counter,

“What’s all this?”

He craned his neck to get a better look and you gently pushed against his chest to avoid having to explain yourself,

“You want to prepare cakes, right now? It’s the middle of the night”

His creased brows and confused expression made you feel a little bit guilty,

“What’s really going on? Are you nervous about tomorrow?”

He asked and you felt yourself at a loss for words,

“I- “

You were surprised time and time again, how well Jimin knew you and could how easily he could tell what really went on inside your head,

“Well… if you really wanna know, then, yes. I’m a little worried”

You confessed and turned your eyes to the floor, then continued your explanation:

“I’m worried people won’t like our booth and the cakes. We’ve put so much work into this shop… what if it was all just a waste of time? I know the locals like what we do but that won’t be enough to sustain a growing business for long, you know? I was hoping we’d branch out eventually, maybe open up another shop in the next big city, or something. If we can’t convince a few lousy tourists to buy from us, then how are we going to establish ourselves anywhere else?”

“That’s what you’re worried about? That people won’t like the cakes?”

He asked and you pouted. When he said it like that, your worries seemed so small and unreasonable,

“Yeah…”

You kicked at some imaginary dirt, wanting to avoid Jimin’s kind eyes at every cost but he wouldn’t have it, trying to wiggle into your line of sight even if you turned your head away from him,

“Hey, Rice Cake, look at me…”

“No, I feel stupid for worrying”

“It’s not stupid to care about what you do. This shop and the cakes, they’re your babies. They’re also my babies but without you, I wouldn’t even have made it to this point. So, don’t feel stupid for wanting to succeed”

Maybe he had a point, you thought. You let out a quiet breath and lifted your gaze to find Jimin smiling reassuringly at you,

“Ok”

“Ok? You sure?”

He asked and gently nudged your arm with his elbow,

“Yes, I’m sure”

You said, finally smiling again,

“Good. Now tell me… is it only me, or are you suddenly craving something sweet?”

Jimin raised his brows expectantly,

“I don’t know, I guess I could eat something”

You answered and Jimin chuckled,

“Then it’s a good thing we’re both so good at baking, right?”

Jimi whipped past you and started to mix up all the stuff you had laid out and you just watched in astonishment, unable to believe the nerve of this guy,

“What are you waiting for? Get to it, the flour won’t sift itself”

You just shook your head, smiling to yourself and thanking every higher power out there, that Park Jimin existed in your life.

The two of you worked in comfortable silence for a while. You worked well together in the kitchen. All the time spent down here, working on recipes, manoeuvring around the limited space without bumping into each other had really helped your coordination as a team. Jimin had whipped up some creamy dough and you were about to prepare the steamer. You watched Jimin whisk the mixture a little more until he was satisfied with the consistency. You watched him curiously, prepared to take the batter off his hands and form little balls to put in the steamer but you found yourself not only watching the whisk but also the arm whisking it. A very nice arm, one might say. Smooth skin, visible veins and strong muscle, all working together to create a picture you found yourself admiring a little, if you were being honest. Objectively speaking, Jimin was handsome; no one, not even you, could deny it. Years of passionate dancing had shaped his body in a way, that you could definitely appreciate. Even though you lived together, you had never seen Jimin wearing less than jeans and a t-shirt. An unspoken rule about decency had always kept you two from crossing each other when you were wearing anything other than a full outfit. The fact that he was standing before you in a tank top and sleeping shorts, was what made this situation feel even more out of the ordinary, than it already did.

You pulled your nightgown tighter around yourself, more aware of your own state of (un)-dress. Your shorts were even shorter than Jimin’s and you wondered, if he also felt a little weird about the situation. If he did, he didn’t let it show,

“You ready for me, Rice Cake?”

He asked you without looking up from the bowl,

“Yes, I’m ready”

“Wanna taste it first? Make sure it’s good?”

Jimin’s voice suddenly didn’t sound so soft and gentle anymore. You stuttered and then cleared your throat,

“Um, I trust you”

You replied, sounding a little insecure,

“You sure?”

Jimin looked up at you now, focused on your unsure expression. He put away the whisk and slowly dipped a finger into the batter and then placed it in his mouth, without breaking eye contact.

A quiet moan left him and he smiled,

“Come try it, have a little taste”

He beckoned you forward with a curled finger and your feet moved on their own accord until they were planted firmly on the ground, next to Jimin’s

“Ok”

You mumbled and looked up at him,

“Close your eyes”

He said and you sighed and let your eyes fall closed,

“I’m sure it’s good, we’ve worked on the recipe for- “

You were caught off guard and simply obeyed without a second thought, opening your mouth. A second later you felt Jimin place his finger on your tongue, covered in batter. You closed your lips around it and opened your eyes, finding Jimin’s gaze fixed on your lips, with his own slightly parted. You tasted the sweetness of the batter and let the taste overrun your senses. With your tongue slowly starting to move around Jimin’s finger and gently sucking on it, you were able to taste all of it; the sweet, the tangy and the slightly salty taste of Jimin’s skin.

“Good?”

He asked, voice sounding a little strained. You nodded,

“Yeah? You like it?”

He asked again and you looked up at him with wide eyes, slowly letting his finger slide out from between your lips,

“I like it”

You said and Jimin ran his other hand through his hair. He had to look away; you were too sexy for your own good.

And you didn’t even notice it! The worst of it all was, that he had never seen you wear anything like this before: just a camisole with thin straps and sleeping shorts. Not to mention that scrap of a night gown. He’d never seen so much of your skin and he had to admit, it was becoming harder and harder no to reach out and touch the smooth-looking skin of your upper arm, where your shoulders started, or accidentally brush his fingers against the soft skin of your thighs in passing.

He was about to pop the most uncomfortable boner while you licked your lips and didn’t even pretend to acknowledge the sexual tension in the small room,

“Ok, good…”

Jimin mumbled and wiped his finger on his shorts before he grabbed the bowl and stepped around you to the steamer. He quickly needed to focus on something else because he didn’t want to risk accidentally bumping his problem into you and making things awkward. He thought maybe you didn’t notice how his shorts slightly tented and he did his best to turn his body away from you, while he filled small portions of the batter into the steamer. Maybe he could get you to leave and have some time to cool down again,

“Ah… Rice Cake, why don’t you go ahead and wait upstairs, hm? This won’t take long. I’ll bring them up when they’re finished”

He smiled at you reassuringly,

“What are you talking about, this was my idea. I can’t let you slave away over this alone…”

You pouted slightly and took a step towards him,

“No, no, don’t worry! I’ll take care of it, get some rest, ok?”

You considered it for a second and then sighed. He may have sounded slightly more panicked than necessary but hey, if it did the trick,

“Ok, if you’re sure… I guess I’m a little more tired than before”

You said and promptly yawned,

“Go to sleep, you need the rest”

Jimin ushered you out with a wave of his hands and a last cute smile and then he could finally let out a deep breath,

“Well, that was close”

He said to himself, after he heard the door to the upper floor close, then wiped the metaphorical sweat off of his brow,

“Ah, seriously Jimin-ah, what are you, 12?”

he looked down at himself and pointed a finger at the, still very much visible, tent in his pants as a warning,

“You could have gotten us in trouble…”

Then he shook his head and sighed, remembering the little cakes in the steamer. He hoped you would already be asleep by the time he brought the last batch upstairs because he wouldn’t be able to handle the visual of him, feeding you a few of them, after what had just happened.

Later, when he was finally back in bed, he still wasn’t quite sure what had possessed him. You, however, slept like a blissfully ignorant baby that night.

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Thank you so much for reading! Part two is now here !

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Mistakes Like This ↠ Obi-Wan Kenobi (Obi-Wan x Reader) Chapter 9

Word count: 4.3k

Warning: this is a rollercoaster of a chapter. Soft angstiness? SMUT OMMMF!?!? A little violence?!?!! buckle up folks.

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If you were somewhat important on this planet you were surely invited. A few lucky citizens strolled around the ballroom and you went through different scenarios of some rogue citizen could have gotten in and attacked the high officials. You knew they went through a series of checks but you still wanted to be sure.

Yann greets a few senators and you survey the crowd some more avoiding any conversations that bore you to death. Obi-Wan made his way to one end of the ballroom and guards were scattering in different positions. People were commenting on your dress and it surprised you when they asked who you were. Yann interrupted and said you were a friend from Coruscant. You just nod in agreement and made small talk when forced to. They didn't impose anymore questions which gave you relief because you had nothing else to say.

As Yann talks with a few of his colleagues you examine the ceiling of the ballroom. It was so high up you couldn't tell if that was the night sky. The same red colored sash that Yann had over his cape was draped around the room and over the large glass window. You started to realize that most of the high officials wore that red sash and you thought it was a stupid idea because that made everyone an easy target. The music was decent and maybe the orchestra is just warming up. Yann brought you around greeting everyone he could and you just smile and nod. You begin to regret coming to the ball because this was definitely not what you expected.

At some point you were also starting to get hungry and started searching for a buffet table. You were in luck you weren't to far from one. You excused yourself from the group and Yann frowned when you removed his hand from your waist.

The fruit that you love so much was sitting in tiny bowls and you grabbed one and started eating. You look up to see Obi-Wan was staring at you with a smile. "Here you are always eating," he picked up the same thing as you.

"I didn't eat a thing today," you spooned a mouthful of the juicy seeds. He mimicked your movements and you see Yann coming over. After munching away you down some kind of fizzy beverage.

"My dear you promised to stay close to me," Yann grabbed you by the waist and you clear your throat.

"You were in my view Ambassador," you respond placing the empty bowl on a tray a droid was carrying around.

"You are responsible for saving him from pesky small talk," Obi-Wan looks around as he said that. Yann picks up a few small cakes and starts to eat. "There has been some attempts by some people trying to come into the ball but it wasn't anything malicious." Obi-Wan came closer to the both of you.

"Should I be concerned?" Yann wiped his lips and you hold your lightsaber a little more tightly in your sleeve.

"No but we will keep our eyes peeled for more unwanted guest," Obi-Wan crossed his arms over his chest and gives you a quick glance. You nod in agreement and kept your eyes focused to the crowd. The talking and music was starting to get louder. Your Jedi senses were on high alert but nothing has caught your attention yet.

Obi-Wan doesn't leave your side and you smell something on him. Cologne? It was alluring to you. Then your focus was on the sound of his cape rustling against your dress. Even in the deafening sound in the ballroom you were still able to hone in to both the rustling of your clothes, your breathing and heartbeats. In moments like this you were both calm and ready for anything. That's what he taught you and it took a while but you managed to master it with practice. You felt so close to him. "Let's dance!" Yann takes your hand and you looked at Obi-Wan he gives you a small nod and you were dragged to the dance floor.

On your spare time after a long day of your Jedi duties you'd dance around in your room. It wasn't anything special but you'd move around in circles. It was juvenile but it made you laugh and it definitely released some tension. Yann brought you close to him and you just copied whatever the ladies were doing. "Is this a traditional waltz?" You follow along with Yann and he guides you until you get used to the patterns. It was just like learning new lightsaber wielding techniques to you.

"Yes," he nods and twirls you around once and then another. From the edge of the crowd you could see Obi-Wan. There was a smile on his face but it wasn't reaching his eyes. "You are a quick learner."

"That's why I'm a skilled Jedi," you turned your attention back to Yann. You see that the striations on his face were a bright red and those eyes. It was the same way Obi-Wan tries to undress you with just his look. Yann's hand was safely placed at the small of your back but he definitely was trying to lower it even further.

"And a skilled dancer too," he twirls you again and pulled you in much closer than before that you felt that impact against his chest. There was one part where the man faces their partner away from them and they continue to make their way through the dance floor in circles. You were looking for Obi-Wan but he was nowhere to be found. Yann took this opportunity of you facing away from him to lower his head against the crook of your neck and shoulder. You felt his breathing on you and it made you shiver went you felt lips on graze the skin of your nape. "My dear you tempt me so much." You try to loosen his grip on your waist and your hand. When you look back with a furrow between your brows he was already watching you.

"Yann please," you say annoyed and he grins. Before anything else can happen there was a sudden swift movement and you were switched to a different partner. With a sigh of relief you were in Obi-Wan's arms. You laughed a little and he smiled this time genuinely. "You saved me there."

"Yes I was starting to get bothered with the way he held you," he twirled you around this time.

"Wow you figured out this dance quickly too!" you say after Obi-Wan swooped you down and guided you along the dance floor. You never knew he could dance like this. Maybe he does the same thing as you if he's not meditating.

"Well I was watching you the whole time," he pulled you as close as he can without giving away anything. You sense Yann looking at the both of you right now. The woman paired with him was fawning over him and he already wanted to switch partner again.

"I'm already bored," you admit to Obi-Wan.

"Yann doesn't entertain you enough?" Obi-Wan teased.

"He's trying to seduce me," you scoffed and Obi-Wan chuckled. "He forgets I'm a Jedi."

"We both do," he looks down at your lips.

"It's different," you reply quickly.

"Yes," Obi-Wan runs his thumb over the hand he was holding. He faces you away from him to that similar position Yann had you in. "We are different." He whispered in your ear. Yann was waiting to snatch you back and with a few more beats he glides with his partner over. He takes you from Obi-Wan and twirls you to face him. There were no words spoken as the dance finishes. He dips you back and pulls you into his arms.

You were taken off the dance floor and guided to some lounging area right by the buffet. Yann grabbed a flute of the fizzy beverage you had before. He's had so many since you've came. "That dance was exhausting," he sighed sitting you down and he follows suit right next to you.

"You're tired already?" you raised an eyebrow at him. He stayed quiet. So he doesn't want to talk now. You look around for Obi-Wan and you found him lingering not too far away. Yann downed the drink and placed it on the glass table. He turned to you and placed his hand on your exposed knee. "Yann don't do this." You remove his hand from your knee and he frowned. He moves his face closer to you and his demeanor was different. His eyes were piercing through your soul as they were searching the entirety of your face.

"You will do what I say," he mutters.

"No, it's inappropriate what you are doing," you sit up straight. You won't let his intense stare scare you and his lips form a line. The striations we're bloodshot. He was trying so hard to intimidate you.

"Ambassador Yann," a woman you spoke with earlier comes to your rescue and Yann averts his gaze to her . "You promised to dance with me!" You turn away and Yann stands.

"Of course Xeran," he squeezed your shoulder before he took the woman to the dance floor. You sat there feeling sick and Obi-Wan sensed it but you motioned for him to stay where he was. He was approaching you too much you didn't want to expose yourselves. You just got up and walked around the ballroom. Obi-Wan did the same but he walked away from you.

There were two dances and once the second was finished Yann managed to find you again and this time he was drinking a darker liquid. He downed it and the glass almost slipped out of his hand. You catch it quickly and he laughed. "A pretty Jedi," he slurred. "Won't let me touch her." Yann almost falls over and you grabbed him before he did. You hold him up and other people were too busy watching the current dance that they didn't see the ambassador stumble.

"You need rest. It's enough already," you find your comms in your sleeve and called for the shuttle to be brought out to the front. You bring Yann to the nearest door and some of his guards came and they held him up. Obi-Wan came and saw the drunk ambassador slouched against one of his guards.

"Tell your Padawan to leave. . . the Order. . . and marry me," Yann hiccuped and Obi-Wan just shook his head.

"You go on ahead and check on the shuttle make sure everything is clear. You didn't say anything else you were glad you were leaving.

The shuttle was parked right at the front of the ballroom. You and four other guards started searching it. It was clear and you notify the others. They bring Yann out and escorted him into the shuttle. Obi-Wan looked at you and shook his head. This was not how you expected the night to end and all you wanted to do was get the ambassador back to his suite safely so you can spend the rest of the night with Obi-Wan. The drunk ambassador was laughing and joking to himself and he managed to snatch a pastry. The striations we're bright red and would shift to pink once and a while. "You will marry me," Yann points to you. "We'll make love everyday and you will bear my children. Jedi children!"

"That's enough ambassador," Obi-Wan tried to calm him down. He grunts and slouched back into his chair. In a quick move Obi-Wan slides his hand over Yann's face and the man went unconscious. "He's alright. We don't want him hurting himself." You watch as he returned to his seat and opened up a holopad. You look out into the dark grounds of the castle and shivered to yourself.

After the same protocol you've been going through the past few days. Yann was brought into his suite and guards were stationed all over. You were in charge of checking over the place one last time and once that was over with you went on out. The halls were quiet since everyone was still at the ball so your way to Obi-Wan's quarters was quick and easy. You pressed his code into the door and it opened up for you with a click. The suite was similar to yours except he has larger windows and a small lounge area. The bedroom light was on so you went over and you find him with his back turned to you. His black cape, belt, and white pristine robe were folded neatly and placed on top of the bed. All he had on was a black turtleneck, the charcoal wool pants, and the shiny boots. "I wanted to tell you how handsome you looked tonight," you said with a smile. You didn't hav anymore time to change out your gown since you rushed here but you knew Obi-Wan wouldn't mind.

"Thank you darling," he turned to you and you went to give him a kiss. The moment you were in his arms again you felt safe. His lips pressed up against yours softly and when you part he smiled. "You were breathtaking. I'm glad I can see you like this." He pulls you back at arms length. Obi-Wan stepped back and looked you over again.

"You look good in darker colors," you tilt your head at him.

"Really?" he raised up his arms. "It makes me look to serious."

"You are always too serious," you laugh and he comes back to you. Obi-Wan couldn't help but nod in agreement. It made you laugh even more and peppered your face with kisses.

"The ambassador is alright?" he sits down on the bed and you stand in between his legs.

"He's fine. Had too many drinks," you run your hands over his beard and he stroked your exposed leg.

"Well it's his last time here," he picked up your leg and kissed your inner thigh right by the knee. You hold yourself up by holding on to his shoulders. Obi-Wan reached down to remove the heels you were wearing. They were dreadful too and your feet hurt so much. Obi-Wan perked up and got up. You were waiting for him to throw you on the bed but he took your arm and guided you back out of the room.

"What's the matter?" you asked him.

"I had something to show you," he sits you down on the cushions. Obi-Wan went over to a tiny shelf in the suite where they had books and he picked up a box. You were confused because he never was the one to give you presents. Even when it was your birthday. It was usually him giving you some free time for yourself. He crouched down in front of you and his boots made a squeak. The both of you giggled at that and he holds your knees together. The box was made of velvet and you really were nervous on what it was. "Remember that droid part you gave me?"

"Yes. It was disgusting. You should have thrown I away," you shake your head. He holds your face and laughs.

"It was my favorite thing," he opened the box and there was a small piece of metal with ridges surrounding it. "I was at the ship building sector looking for the perfect ship to bring Yann on his travel. I got the droid part melted down to make new parts to our lightsabers." You withdrew your lightsaber from your sleeve and watched as with the Force Obi-Wan attached the piece to the end of your lightsaber.

"It looks beautiful." you examined it and he placed a kiss on your forehead.

"The ridges mean all the times I've saved you," he chuckled. You hit your hilt against his leg. "No it's the ten ridges for all the favorite planets you've been to." You watched as he runs his thumb over every one and started naming the planets you've mentioned to him. Vewiku even made the cut.He withdrew his own lightsaber by his hip and he showed you the new addition.

"The other part was flattened out and it replaced a piece where it was getting damaged. There's a design on it why don't you take a look," he hands you his saber and you run your fingers over the engraving. You recognized it immediately. It was the passage to your homeworld to his on Stewjon. The stars and coordinates engraved made you smile. This was definitely a memory you'd treasure forever. You look over it again and hand the saber back to him.

"You didn't have to do this Obi-Wan,"you tell him and he runs his fingers through your hair undoing all the gold accessories twisting around your hair.

"Just a little reminder of Vewiku," he sits next to you and runs his hands down your back. "Will you keep this?"

"I don't know. What would I use it for?" you fingers the fabric. It was so soft you wished it could have been yours forever.

"That's true," there was a hint of sadness in his voice. "Come here." He whispered and you turned to him. Obi-Wan pulled you closer and you end up shifting you whole weight on to him. He holds your face and stares at you for a brief moment.

"Will you help me out of this?" you motioned at your gown. He nods and placed a kiss between your brows before the both of you get up. You stand still as he tries to find ribbons the droid quickly tied tightly together earlier on today. It had a different way of putting things on you and now Obi-Wan had to get you out of it. He did after struggling with undoing a knot and he peels away the top part of the gown. He kissed your shoulders and traced his hands down your scars.The dress was completely off you and turned around to face Obi-Wan. He holds your waists and smiled.

"No underwear?"

"The droid didn't give me any!" you laughed.

"Well makes it easier for me," he lifts you up in his arms and you gasped in surprise. He brings you back into his room and laid you down on his bed. He puts his clothes aside and returned back to you. You were sitting up with your elbows supporting you and he parts your leg. "I've missed you," he reached back and pulled off his turtleneck before lowering himself between your legs. You wait for his mouth to make contact with your cunt and lifted your hips so he can do so. He doesn't do anything he just sits there.

"Obi-Wan don't make me wait!" You look down at him and he pressed his hand down on your stomach to bring your hips down.

"Let me just admire you from here," he says and before you can reply he runs his thumb over your wet folds and gently rubs circles around your clit. That sent pleasure waves throughout your body and then he brings his warm tongue into it. You grab his hair and he murmured a curse before pulling you closer to him. The familiar feeling of his beard against your thighs and the grip on them as he holds you still from squirming. You let out a gasp as he works his tongue over you clit and then pulls away breathing heavy before slipping two fingers inside you. He curled and uncurled his fingers while he did that he lapped up the mess you were making on his fingers. The room was getting hotter and you couldn't take it anymore. He remembers exactly what he did to get you to fall apart for him. Your back was arching from pleasure and he removed his fingers so he can properly eat you out. The feeling of an orgasm was starting to bubble up and his tongue explored your cunt. Your eyes rolled back as he made sure your clit was receiving the attention it needed. Once again you grabbed a fistful of his hair and he groaned into your cunt. He sucked on your clit and sliding his fingers in and out of you.

"You can cum now," he says to you and he spits on his fingers before slipping a third finger inside of you. The sensation caused your breath to hitch and you dig your nails into his scalp and your other hand gripped the bedsheets. "Darling don't be shy. Let it all out." You were gritting your teeth as his fingers worked faster and his tongue expertly flicked at your clit.

"I-I will," you gasp and the you felt your airway tighten slightly. You knew he was using the Force again. That was another push to your climax and as you grind your hips against him you had finally fallen apart. Your mouth was open but no sound came out as you climaxes hard. You feel the pleasure coursing through your body starting from your core flowing to the tips of your fingers and toes. The convulsion of your body as he continued to pleasure you and he slows it down before bring up he pace again. When it got to your head it felt so dizzying and you smiled as Obi-Wan raised his head. His fingers still slipping in and out of your soaking cunt. There was a grin on his face and you reached down and pulled wiped his lips from your wetness.

He sits up and unbuttons his pants and tugged down on it slightly. You can see his bulge through his pants and he moved up your body placing kisses here and there and swirling a tongue around each one of your nipples. His beard brushing against you skin and you sigh when he leaves a trail of kisses between your breast and to your neck. The bed creaks as the shift in weight moves towards the middle of the bed where both of you were now laying. You wrapped your arm around the back of his neck and his hair falls down and sweeps over your face as he looks down to make sure he pulled his pants down.

Right outside his room your commlink starts blinking red. Obi-Wan pulled out his cock and stroked it a few times then runs the tip between your lips to get it ready. You help pull his pants down along with his boots and he was just about to thrust into you when you pressed a hand against his chest. He holds himself up with one hand and the other held your face. "Is something the matter?" he asked. You looked over his shoulder and out the door. You can see your commlink was on floor and it was blinking red.

"It's Yann I think he's calling for me," you moved away from Obi-Wan. He gets off you and sighs. "It's probably not an emergency. He did this last time. Your commlink isn't going off."

"I should come with you," Obi-Wan holds you by the back of your neck. You get up and even if your knees were still wobbly from your orgasm you reached for his turtleneck on the ground.

"No it's fine he's probably just waking up from his drunken coma and needs someone to annoy," you slip on his turtleneck and even if it was a little big on you picked up the pants he discarded previously. "Just keep the bed warm. I'll be back soon." There was a look of worry on his face and you didn't like it. "Yann won't do anything to me." He just nods and you tighten the pants around your waist with a black sash laying around in the room. You even put his black cape over your shoulders to cover yourself up even more. The only issue was you'd have to go barefoot. Looking back at Obi-Wan laying on the bed and the blanket over the lower half of his body it honestly looked like he was just getting up from a long slumber.

"If anything happened just notify me," he holds up his other comms. You nod and picked up your lightsaber. The ball is still on but you did pass a few people on their way to their own suites. When you got to Yann's suite there was no guards at his door. You left two out there and you frowned. There was no signs of trouble or forced entry and once you stepped inside the suite the place was dark. There were no guards either. You wondered where they all went but now your senses were kicking in. Something odd could be felt in the room and how quiet it was and your lightsaber ready to be ignited. You made your way to his room and when you entered it was completely dark. You couldn't see a thing. Then you hear a choking sound and that's when you ignite your lightsaber to find Yann floating at the middle of his room. You were stunned and he was looking at you with fear in his eyes.

"You're not Kenobi," a voice sent an icy chill down your spine. A red lightsaber ignites and you stood there in shock as you see the yellow eyes. Before you could do anything the intruder swings his lightsaber and you screamed when it sliced Yann in half at the torso.

#star wars #obi-wan x reader #obi-wan kenobi x reader #obi wan kenobi #obi-wan kenobi #star wars fanfic #YOOOO someone’s making an appearance to make obi’s life a living hell once again dndjdkdkdkdkdd #Mistakes Like This (Obi-Wan Kenobi Fic)

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rivrsong · 1 year ago

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#dancer colleague abandoned me. he asked to switch classes bc he couldn't take our 5th graders any more #it's fair tho i don't blame him. and we still share shifts so!!!#he's the one that got absolutely bashed by the parents. took everything on himself leaving me out for the majority of the time #now im with teddy bear colleague who's only good at well looking pretty and that's it lmaoo #kids already told me he [dancer colleague] is out you're next #at the beginning of the school year nobody wanted this class bc of how problematic they are so we ended up taking them #they literally had three colleagues switching classes last year. then me and dancer colleague took them #and we kinda agreed to ask our boss to switch us out together but i am so so worried about a student with a delicate situation #and they're very shy and only now they're starting to trust me so i preferred staying with this class to see if i can do something about it #ah but dancer colleague was so nice today!! in the middle of the shift he came to check on me and asked me if i was okay 😭#he literally saw me on the verge on a mental breakdown trying to handle 42 kids while teddy bear colleague was sleeping while standing...#and he cracked a joke and he was so so so nice you guys i melted #teddy bear colleague is. not it he can't handle kids for shit and especially not this class 😭#i'm gonna go crazy doing all this shit on my own #nora purtroppo parla

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olliepig · 4 years ago

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Centre Stage - chapter 9

As ever, massive thanks to beta extraordinaire @willow-salix for all her help on this.

The whole fic can also be found on AO3 here.

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“Not wanting to be rude, but can I just ask why there’s so much glitter everywhere?” Selene enquired, ignoring Scott’s snort of laughter as she took in the dressing room surfaces that were all caked in a fine sheen, carefully selecting a seat that seemed relatively free from the worst of it.

“Ugh, it's from The Nutcracker. Sorry, it gets everywhere,” Cat apologised, undoing the ribbons of her shoes and starting to pull bits of tape off her toes. “We'll finally get rid of it all in about October and have a few weeks of respite before we start all over again. I was vaguely sparkly til about February this year which was a new record. Some of it comes home with me every day so just be careful where you lean or sit.”

“Thanks for the warning, I’m not sure glitter is the best look for me,” Selene laughed.

“Yeah, it doesn’t exactly go with the all black, scary witch look does it?” Scott jested, dodging the pointe shoe that Cat had just handed to Selene for the express purpose of lobbing at him.

Virgil and Cat exchanged smiles and rolled eyes as their companions bickered good naturedly, knowing that their earlier peace had been well and truly shattered.

“So, how was it this afternoon then?” Scott asked, effectively changing the subject as he casually flung himself into a chair and made himself at home.

“It was great, wasn’t it?” Cat replied, turning to smile warmly at Virgil as she wondered fondly how Scott somehow always managed to look like he owned the place no matter where he went or what he was doing

“Yeah, Lily had a great time and she’s really excited about seeing the show tonight so I think we made a little girl very happy,” Virgil elaborated.

“I think so,” Cat agreed. “She’s a good little dancer too. She did really well so it’ll be interesting to see how she gets on as she gets older.”

“Do you think you’ll keep in touch with her?” Selene asked, spotting some costumes on a rail in the corner and heading over to investigate, quickly followed by Scott.

“I don’t know,” Cat admitted, looking up as she massaged her foot absentmindedly, trying to release some of the knots in the muscles now that her long day of rehearsals was finally over. “I’d like to but it might depend on circumstances a little. I’m not sure how much I could actually do to help her at this stage aside from some private coaching, but it’s not something I’ve ever done before so I wouldn't know where to start.”

“I’m sure she’d love whatever help you could give,” Scott encouraged, pulling a tutu out from the costume rail and holding it up against himself. “How do I look?”

“Like an idiot,” Virgil declared, turning back to Cat before anyone else could speak. “Based on today, I’d say you’d be a great coach. You did so well with Lily and her mom told me that you were the best teacher she’d had so it’s not just me saying that either.”

“You’re too kind,” Cat blushed, busying herself in her task to avoid having to make eye contact with anyone, uncomfortable with the praise.

“Not at all,” Virgil pressed. “I don’t think I’ve ever had a more patient teacher myself either, so it’s not all one sided.”

“Wait, what?” Scott spluttered incredulously before Cat had a chance to answer, his brain catching up with the implication of what Virgil had just said. “Cat was teaching you, too? I thought this was about Lily getting to be a fairy for the day, not you getting ballet lessons?”

“It was,” Virgil explained equably, rather enjoying his brother's response. “But she was worried that Cat would feel left out if she was dancing with Mark so I agreed to be Cat’s prince for a while.”

“He was very good at it too,” Cat continued, throwing a big smile at Virgil. “Next time I need a partner, I definitely know who I’m gonna call.”

Despite initially feeling that dancing so closely with his brother's girlfriend was perhaps crossing a line that he wasn’t very comfortable with, in the end Virgil had thoroughly enjoyed his time in the studio. It had come as no surprise to him that ballet was nowhere near as easy as Cat made it look; during the afternoon, he had discovered muscles that he didn't even know existed and a nagging suspicion was growing that they would all be aching in the morning.

“I did nearly knock you over a couple of times though,” he grimaced, remembering the shriek Cat had let out as she’d overbalanced and nearly fallen.

“You’ve still got a better record than Mark some days,” Cat laughed as her foot let out a loud crack. “He’s dropped me so many times that I’ve given up even counting any more.”

“OK then big guy,” Selene piped up, jumping up and holding out her hand “Show me some of your moves.”

A knock on the door interrupted any answer, quickly swinging open to reveal one of the ballet masters from the company, on the hunt for Cat.

“Sorry to bother you when you’ve got guests,” Gary started apologetically, nodding a greeting to the other occupants of the room, his eyes widening slightly as he realised who they were. “Irina’s back has just spasmed and she’s out for tonight. Steven was wondering if there’s any chance you could step in for her?”

“Of course,” Cat answered without hesitation, her eyes meeting Scott’s in a brief apology before turning back to her colleague. “Is she OK?”

Having three guests who had travelled a long way to go out for dinner and drinks that night complicated things slightly, but there had been no question in her mind as to whether she would do it. Injuries that meant a missed performance weren’t that common but they were a hazard of the job and it was up to the rest of the company to pull together when they occurred.

“She’ll be fine in a few days. It seems to be nothing that some rest and heat won’t solve,” Gary informed her, watching her shrewdly, knowing what was likely going through her mind.

“Well that’s something at least,” she agreed as she began to wind her hair back into a bun, relieved that nothing more serious had happened.

“Do you think we’d be able to get tickets for tonight?” Virgil asked, glancing over to Scott and Selene and receiving matching nods of agreement.

“I’m not sure,” Gary replied. “I think it’s a full house but I can check it with the box office and if there’s no availability, we can arrange for you to watch from the wings, seeing as it’s exceptional circumstances.”

“That would be great, thanks,” Selene smiled, sitting herself back down and wondering what happened next.

“Right, is there a studio available?” Cat asked, taking charge of the conversation, her mind already running through what she would need to do in order to be ready to perform in a few hours’ time. “I’ve not danced it with Ivan before so we’ll need to run a few things before the show.”

“The Ashton is free for you,” Gary advised, his hand already on the door handle. “He should be on his way up there by now so just pop up as soon as you’re ready.”

“Perfect,” Cat acknowledged, giving Gary a nod as he took his leave before turning to her companions. “Sorry about this. It’s not exactly how I thought we’d be spending the evening. You guys are more than welcome to still go for dinner if you want and I can catch you up later?”

“Don’t be silly, of course we’ll stay and support you,” Scott told her, placing a quick kiss on her cheek, keen not to disturb her too much as she grabbed her phone and started typing out a quick message. “If there’s anyone in the world that knows a thing or two about plans being derailed by work, it’s us, so you really don’t need to worry.”

“Agreed,” Selene added. “Anyway, I’ve always fancied a night at the ballet so it’s worked out pretty well if you ask me.”

“Definitely,” Virgil nodded his agreement. “I wouldn't miss it for the world.”

“What’re we actually going to be watching tonight?” Selene asked, watching Scott carefully as he hovered around, clearly with something to say.

“Coppelia,” Cat replied absently, finishing the text she was sending and grabbing a nearby bag, tipping several pairs of pointe shoes onto the floor before joining them herself, her mind working overtime trying to decide which ones she should wear that night.

“But that’s three acts,” Scott cried, his horrified tone making her look up in surprise as he crouched down beside her. “Are you sure you’re going to be OK doing that?”

“I’ll be fine,” Cat reassured, slipping a hand around the back of his neck and pulling him toward her, their foreheads resting together in a pose that had always brought them comfort. “I’ve just messaged Mark asking him if he’ll grab me some dinner from the canteen and there’s only a couple of pas de deux that I need to go through with Ivan so it shouldn’t take long. Then I can have a bit of a rest before I need to start getting ready.”

“OK, well, so long as you’re sure,” Scott conceded, pulling back to allow her continue what she had been doing.

“It’s not the first time I’ve stepped in at the last minute, nor will it be the last,” Cat smiled, seeing the tension leaving Scott’s shoulders as he continued to sit beside her, now idly playing with the ribbons from a pair of discarded shoes.

Selene and Virgil exchanged looks, impressed at how Cat had seamlessly handled Scott’s overprotective nature.

“Is this something that you have to do quite a lot?” Virgil queried, interested to find out more of the workings of the company now that the tension had died down a little.

“Every so often,” Cat shrugged, finally finding a pair of shoes that she thought would do her for the evening, quickly slipping them on and tying the ribbons as she spoke. “We have multiple casts for every ballet as well as understudies so there’s always going to be someone around to take over if an injury happens. My main concern just now is that I’ve not danced the bloody thing for about six weeks so I might be a bit rusty in places.”

“How do you remember all the steps?” Selene asked as Cat shouldered her bag and hustled them out of the room, handing Scott a rehearsal tutu to carry as she did so.

“Muscle memory,” Cat shrugged, as they made their way down the corridor towards the studios. “We do so much practice that when the music starts you don’t even need to really think about it. In an ideal world, we’d have a chance to run the whole thing before going on tonight but that’s not going to happen.”

She paused as the lift doors slid open, waiting for everyone to get in before continuing, shooting a quick smile of reassurance at Scott as she spoke.

“I do need to have a break at some point so I’ll just need to think my way through it. In the past, I’ve just listened to the music and it’s all come back so I’ll probably do that tonight. It’s like rehearsing but without the sore feet,” she laughed, pleased to see that at least Virgil and Selene were nodding along as if they understood her, even if Scott looked slightly lost.

“Visualisation is such a powerful thing,” Selene agreed as the lift let out a loud ding, signalling their arrival.

“Yeah, it’s great,” Cat smiled, leading them through more corridors and past an impressive looking fitness suite that had Scott and Virgil wishing they could stay and investigate it further. “It was something we were taught at school and I remember thinking it was complete rubbish at the time but the older I’ve got, the more invaluable it’s become.”

“Is that cos you’re getting a bit creaky now?” Scott teased, dodging a well-aimed elbow from Cat.

“You tell me, old man,” she shot back to sniggers from Virgil and Selene. “If I’m creaky, that must make you practically geriatric.”

“Shocking,” Scott countered, clutching his hand to his heart. “That’s no way to talk to your elders.”

“Oh, shut it, you,” Cat grinned, pushing open a heavy door and ushering them into a large, airy studio, nodding a greeting to the young Russian dancer already present who was to be her partner for the night.

Wondering what she had done to deserve such a supportive boyfriend and surrogate family, Cat could only smile as she watched them taking their seats at the front of the studio before turning back to her task, pushing all other thoughts out of her mind.

-x-

“Do you think they’ll get the flowers delivered in time?” Selene asked quietly as they waited outside the dressing room for Cat to emerge, all three of them having been kicked out while she got into her first costume for the night.

“I hope so,” Scott replied, checking his watch as a nearby speaker announced that it was fifteen minutes until curtain up. “They’ve never let me down before but I’ve never had to order them on the day of the show either so I don’t know.”

“Is it just me or are they five minutes early?” Virgil asked, his own watch showing twenty minutes until the show was due to start.

“Maybe they’ve met you at some point?” quipped Selene with a wink.

“It’s a theatre thing,” Scott replied knowingly, cutting his brother off before he could defend himself against the accusation levelled at him. “I don’t really know why but apparently it’s just how it’s done.” “Theatre folk are weird,” Selene agreed with a shrug just as the door behind her opened, revealing Cat looking every inch the ballerina that she was. “No offence,” she added, turning to the dancer.

“None taken,” Cat accepted smoothly. “Shall we get going then?”

Scott smiled, her hand warm as she slipped it into his on their way down to the stage. He could hear his brother's voice from somewhere behind him as they crossed the giant scenery dock, telling Selene about some of the scenery that he had no doubt been looking at earlier in the day. It almost seemed funny to him that these surroundings no longer seemed strange to him when he had only been a part of this world through his association with Cat for a few months less than a year.

“How’re you feeling?” he murmured as they made their way ever closer to the double doors that would lead directly to the stage.

“Bit nervous,” Cat admitted, grateful for the immediate squeeze of support that he gave her. “There’s a lot of people out there tonight and I don’t want to let them down.”

“You’ll be brilliant,” Scott reassured her. “I don’t just think, I KNOW you’ve got this nailed down in your head so just go out there, enjoy yourself and the story will shine through.”

“Thanks,” Cat smiled. “What would I do without you to support me?”

“Exactly what you did before you met me,” Scott grinned. “You’d go out and absolutely smash it because that’s what you do best.”

Unable to argue, Cat just smiled as they reached the heavy doors, letting Scott hold them open as they waited for Virgil and Selene to catch up. Entering the darkness of backstage, it took a moment for their eyes to fully adjust as Cat led the way behind the stage, greeting other dancers as she went.

Virgil found himself completely transfixed by the cathedral like space before him. Everywhere he looked, there was something else demanding his attention. A beautifully detailed town square stood on the stage, illuminated by row upon row of lights hanging on battens high above as dancers clustered in groups performed stretches that made him hurt just to look at, while others warmed up turns and lifts on the stage, hidden from view of the audience by a pair of enormous red curtains.

“This place is amazing,” he whispered to Scott as they walked, letting the girls go on ahead. “I can’t believe you never told me how huge it was.”

“I never really thought about it,” admitted Scott. “The first time I was here I was a bit distracted by a certain someone, and then it just became normal I guess and I stopped really noticing it.”

“Trust you,” Selene called over her shoulder while Cat did her best to stifle a laugh.

Unrepentant, Scott just grinned back, standing by his statement as Virgil shook his head helplessly, knowing that his brother was unlikely to ever change.

“I’m going to have to leave you guys here I’m afraid,” Cat informed them, a member of stage management appearing to usher her guests to their seats in the wings.

“Good luck,” Selene told her, giving her a quick hug, the nervous energy of her friend crackling around her.

“Break a leg,” Virgil added, giving her a hug that she was almost certain could crush the air out of her entirely if he wanted.

Watching as Scott wordlessly took her in his arms, their foreheads pressed together once more, Selene squinted slightly, revealing the black aura surrounding the dancer slowly becoming blue and then red as his presence calmed and grounded her, releasing the nerves and replacing them with focus for the job ahead.

All too soon, Scott had to let go, a final few whispered words of encouragement finding their way to her before she was gone, moving into her world on the stage. His eyes tracked her every move as he was ushered away, feeling strangely like she was going somewhere he could never follow.

“She’ll be fine,” Selene reassured him as they took their seats, seeing the way that his brow was knitted together in worry. “I think you’re more worried than she is.”

“I know,” Scott sighed. “It’s just hard knowing that there’s nothing I can do to help.”

“You’ve already done more for her than you know,” she smiled, giving him a reassuring pat on the leg. The atmosphere continued to crackle around her, reaching a crescendo as the stage was cleared, the unmistakable sound of the orchestra beginning to filter through the giant curtains that separated them from the public spaces of the theatre.

A hush fell on the wings as the overture played, the chatting and joking between colleagues that had been going on around them now replaced by focus as everyone concentrated on their particular roles to ensure the performance went off without a hitch. Sitting quietly, Scott couldn’t take his eyes off Cat as she stood talking quietly with Ivan, hands flying animatedly as they illustrated their discussion, clearly still working out some of the finer details for their performance. When the conversation was over, a quick hug and high five preceded his departure, heading purposefully around the back of the stage and leaving her alone, looking somehow smaller and more fragile than he thought she ever had.

As the whir of machinery beside them signalled the lifting of the curtains, he watched as she took a deep breath, calming her breathing before reaching down to check her shoes one final time. A few steps back and forward on pointe seemed to relax her as she listened intently to the music, waiting for the exact right moment to open the door of the set in front of her and disappear into her domain, a round of applause from the audience greeting her arrival.

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It was a different Cat that greeted them at the end of the curtain calls, flying into Scott’s open arms for an all too brief embrace before being swept away again, a multitude of friends and colleagues demanding her attention as she rode the adrenaline high of a job well done.

“How is she even still upright after that?” Virgil wondered, thinking back to his own brief experiences in the studio earlier in the day and how exhausting they had been.

“Sheer bloodyminded determination,” Scott replied knowingly, watching her fondly as she talked to the director of the company, experience telling him that it wouldn’t be long after they got back home that she’d crash completely, likely falling asleep curled up next to him, her head balanced on his shoulder. “At least she said that today had been an easy day.”

“I think her exact words were ‘only five hours of rehearsals’,” Selene chipped in. “Remind me to talk to both of you at some point about what the word ‘easy’ actually means, because I’m not sure either of you understand it properly.”

“Well, the rehearsal I saw certainly looked pretty tiring,” Virgil agreed as Scott good naturedly rolled his eyes at her, the memory of the panting heap of dancers that followed their performance of the pas de deux earlier still fresh in his mind.

“Ya know,” Selene added, a glint appearing in her eye. “If she’s able to do that after dancing all day, I think she might actually be fitter than any of you guys.”

“You’re probably right there,” Scott agreed cheerfully as invited guests who had been seated in the auditorium began to filter onto the stage, their eyes wide with wonder at the sheer scale of it, suddenly remembering when that had been him.

Spotting Cat now deep in conversation with a woman and child, Selene nudged Virgil who had become distracted and was closely inspecting one of the lighting booms standing in the wings. “Is that Lily and her mum over there?”

“Sure is,” he smiled, enjoying seeing her excitement as she inspected Cat’s tutu and headdress, delicately reaching out to touch the material as if it might break.

“Should we go and say hello?” Scott asked.

“Give them a few minutes,” Virgil advised. “She’s so excited about meeting the dancers and I don’t want to distract her attention. They’ve earned it.”

“Good call,” Scott agreed, watching his girl with interest as she hurried into the wings, returning a few moments later with a pair of pointe shoes and presenting them to Lily as a souvenir of the night.

“She’s good with her, isn’t she?” Selene mused as the girl’s squeals of delight carried across the stage to them.

“She's been great all day,” Virgil agreed. “She’ll be a brilliant coach one day, I’m sure of it.”

Scott nodded his agreement, wondering why he’d never even considered what Cat might do once her career on the stage was over. He’d always known that dancers careers were short and that Cat would kill him if he even suggested that she might be more than halfway through hers already, but what might happen next was something that they’d never thought to discuss before.

“There was something I wanted to talk to you about actually,” Virgil said, cutting into a daydream of her no longer being tied to London and moving to the island with him. “It’s not directly related but I think it might be something she might be interested in.”

His interest piqued, Scott’s attention snapped to his brother, wondering what he was about to suggest. “Go on.”

“Well, we had a pretty good chat earlier about funding for the arts and ballet in particular, and she said that there was a real issue with access for kids from deprived backgrounds,” Virgil explained.

“OK...” Scott encouraged, suspecting he knew where this was going.

“She said that there would be lots of kids out there like Lily who are talented but won't ever get the chance to make a career out of it because it’s too expensive,” Virgil elaborated, “so I was wondering what you thought about setting something up that could help with that?”

“Now that’s not something I’ve ever really thought about,” mused Scott, the logistics immediately beginning to run through his head.

There was already a well funded branch of Tracy Industries that was responsible for all manner of humanitarian and conservation projects around the globe, along with providing funding for numerous scholarships and internships to help give talented people from less privileged backgrounds the opportunities that may otherwise be denied them. A fund for the arts wouldn’t be beyond their usual remit, he thought, and it would certainly broaden their horizons somewhat.

“It’s not something we need to make a decision on immediately,” Virgil added, sensing the cogs turning in Scott’s brain. “It’s just something I thought could make a real difference to people.”

“It’s a good idea,” Scott agreed, liking the sound of it more and more as it settled in his mind. “We’ll run some numbers and take a look at what the logistics might be and we can make a decision from there.”

“What’re we making a decision on?” asked Selene, wandering back over from where she’d found herself engaged in conversation with some of the stage management.

“Just an idea for some charity stuff,” Scott answered quickly, keen not to get drawn into a further conversation, especially as he could see Cat beckoning them over.

Looking around the stage as the others made small talk with Lily and her mum, Scott’s mind continued to turn over Virgil’s suggestion, unable to deny that it was a good idea and one that Cat in particular would be excited about. A smile flitted across his face as he thought of how pleased she would be when he told her about it, solidifying his decision to keep it to himself until it became something more tangible.

“I think it’s time to get out of here” Cat declared, gathering up her large bouquet as the group said goodnight and the remaining guests were shepherded off the stage.

Scott nodded in agreement. It had been an amazing night that had given him much to think about but for now, there was a beer with his name on it somewhere out there and he was very keen to get out of the theatre and find it.

#Scott Tracy #Catriona George #selene tempest #Virgil Tracy #thunderbirds fanfiction #thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds 2015

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backseatconfessions · 5 years ago

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Petrichor | Bucky Barnes x Reader

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Summary: You and James Buchanan Barnes are enemies. Both of your mobs deal with weapons and the world just isn’t wide enough for both of you. While dealing with each other, something else is going on in the background. Will your entire business be destroyed or can you save it?

Warnings: mentions of death, death, blood, alcohol, mobs, rivalry, smut, cursing, mentions of drugs (maybe usage in future), human trafficking, angst

A/N: Here it is! The first chapter of my series! I hope you like it!

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The ballroom floor glitters brilliantly under the glowing light of the chandelier. The dancing figures of men and women dressed in elegant, expensive clothing cloud your vision as you lean against the wall utterly alone. A sad sigh tumbles past your lips. All of your friends seem to have a dancing partner but you don’t. A lot of men fancy you, they had asked you to dance but everytime you declined. Tonight you should focus on your business, not on some strange guy. Suddenly you feel a gentle tap on your shoulder. With furrowed brows you turn to see who had suddenly required your attention and lock eyes with none other than James Buchanan Barnes. The people in your industry call him Lucifer and the name really suits him. Not only because his nightclub is named Hell, or because he has a cute dog named Cerberus. No, the main reason is his face. His whole appearance is tempting. Bucky Barnes could probably talk you into doing something really stupid. Striking cheekbones, a well-groomed three-day stubble, plump lips and piercing blue-grey eyes. Don’t get even started over his abs. He is literally an adonis. That guy is so charming, it takes a lot of self-control. If you would be weak you would probably throw yourself at him.

But even Lucifer himself has to admit that you look like a whole meal tonight. Your tight ball gown compliments your body. The slit in the front shows your leg and your cleavage leaves little to imagine. No wonder they call you Lilith. You look so hot, you could be straight outta hell. “Good evening, Doll. Care to share a little dance with me?”, Bucky asks in a low voice. Annoyed you roll your eyes at him. “I should’ve stayed home.”, you simply reply without even answering his question. You hate him with a lot of passion. How many times did he already steal your clients? Can’t even count them. Both of you deal with weapons but hide in your clubs. Bucky is the boss of his nightclub Hell, you are the boss of Petrichor, which is a Burlesque club. Your gang and his gang rule over New York, just not together. When you first moved to New York, Hell had already existed. It has been passed over for generations. Mobs are a big secret but not here. Everybody knows about it, still nobody dares to speak openly about it. You started to make connections, meeting important people and thus you started your business. Everyone warned you of Hell, Lucifer and his best friend Steve, who is also his partner. You already knew you would be big one day, you even had Nick Fury on your side, an important CIA boss. So you decided to go and ask Bucky if he wanted to make a deal. You didn’t even get to him, someone called Natasha Romanoff stopped you from entering. When you told her about your plans, she just laughed in your face and someone called Sam Wilson carried you far away from the club. It made you furious, still, you never thought it again. Instead you just built your own club. You partnered with Tony Stark, a billionaire and an old friend of your dead father.

Years passed and you’re still competitive. Bucky Barnes just gets your blood to boil. Sometimes you have the big urge just to punch him right in the face, which you did once. It really brought you satisfaction. “You’d rather go home than dance with me, sweetheart?” His dark tone makes you shiver slightly but you play it off, because you are the coolest girl you know. No, that’s a lie. Natasha is the coolest woman you know. “Who wouldn’t, Buckaroo?”, you respond with a little smirk. He chuckles lightly and grabs you by your waist. “If I were you, I would let go off her.”, someone says behind you. You already know who it is by his strong accent, which by the way is really hot. “I’m sure Y/N can speak for herself.”, Bucky answers and glares at the blonde. “I can only repeat what he said, darling.”, you reply and put your hand on his. You give him a warning look. “Well, if you say so, doll.”, he mumbles and takes his hand away, visibly annoyed of your rejection. You don’t exactly know what’s wrong with him. Some days he calls you a brat and would like to kill. On other days he just wants to make you scream of pleasure. On these days you actually scream, just not of pleasure. Bucky makes his way across the room to Steve Rogers, probably to make nasty remarks about you.

“Everything alright, prințesă?”, Pietro checks up on you. You just nod, impressed with his accent as always. The good thing about Pietro Maximoff is that there is a female version of him. That is his twin sister Wanda Maximoff, one of your dancers. And let’s be honest, you’re a bisexual queen. Pietro is one of your barkeepers and also one of your security workers. You just want your girls to be save, even though they could probably handle some drunk guys by themself. Everyone that works in Petrichor is automatically a member of your mob. At the end of the day, the club is just a cover. “Yeah, I’m good, thanks Pietro.” You smile gently and squeeze his hand. He nods understandingly and points to the bar. “Well, I’m going back to my position. If you need anything, just let me know, okay?”, he speaks and you assure him that you’ll be just fine. After you convince him, he makes his way back to his colleagues. Scott Lang and Wade Wilson, two idiots but you still love them. That doesn’t mean they’re good at their jobs, they really needed a job and you couldn’t say no. Especially since Scott is Hope Van Dynes boyfriend. She’s also a dancer of yours, one of your best. She takes care of the inventory because she is really good with numbers. Wade Wilson is your ex lover and unfortunately also your best friend. How does that even work? You saw his schlong and he saw your cookie and the sex was great! Somehow you both don’t care though. Suddenly your Stark Phone beeps. You take it out of your bra and unlock it.

Thank god Peter developed a program so you all could communicate openly about the packages without having to fear that someone could spy on your texts. Peter Parker came to you so he could make money to pay his aunts bills. You couldn’t decline that, so you came up with a new job, that way he doesn’t have to face the dangerous stuff. He basically just has to hack someones phone sometimes and stuff like that. Tony could’ve done that without any problems, but Peter needed the job. You took Peter under your wing and also his girlfriend Michelle. She lives in an apartment with him so she noticed his weird action pretty quickly. To be fair, you made him do dumb things, like hacking phones that Tony prepared. You just didn’t want him to feel useless! After she found it out, you got her a job as a burlesque dancer at your club. Now nobody has to worry about paying bills. The one person who never even worried about bills is Carol Danvers. She is the most carefree person you know, and you definitely have the most fun with her.

You met her on your first night in New York. New York is pretty big and you didn’t know anyone. How could you probably pass your first night in the city that never sleeps? Right, you go drinking. You just happened to choose a karaoke bar. When they asked for your name at the entrance and wrote it down, you didn’t think anything about it. But after a hour passed and you only had two drinks, they called your name on the stage. If you didn’t sing, you had to pay the next round for the whole bar. Shit, you just moved New York, of course you were broke and there were a lot of people present. But you also didn’t have enough alcohol in your blood. Carol offered to sing a duet if that would make you feel better. She was the first nice person that you met in New York. You accepted her offer and both of you sang your lungs out to bohemian rhapsody. It was good night. A couple of days later you met on the street again, this time you offered her a job at your new club, that you were going to build. You trusted her and she was the first member of your mob. Without her you wouldn’t be even here today.

After some time spent together, you already moved in together. You created a little family. Carol introduced you to Wade who also moved in with you - he still does live with you. You phone buzzes again. Now you’re really annoyed. Can’t even enjoy your drink - wait. Where’s your cocktail? Doesn’t matter now.

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danadeservesadrink · 5 years ago

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Do You Believe in Fate Chapter 5

You Have Got to Get Out More

In which our favorite couple goes out on dates. This is basically an apology for all the angst in last chapter. Enjoy!

Read on AO3 here

Tagging @today-in-fic (also if you would like to be tagged in updates shoot me a message)

“Dana Scully speaking”

“You have got to get out more.”

“I get out plenty, thank you very much.”

“Yea but ever since everything with that guy you haven’t done anything! You’ve been so mopey all week and now I bet you’re sitting in your hotel room being mopey too.”

‘You don’t know that”

“I will give you a hundred dollars if you’re anywhere but your hotel room right now, alone”

“I just haven’t felt the need to go anywhere”

“Dana you have to get over yourself!”

“Well even if I did want to go out who am I going to go out with?”

“What do you say I come up tomorrow. You know I love that old bar that was across from the hospital, you used to take me there all the time. We’ll go out, have a few drinks, flirt with some boys…”

“Missy I don’t know…”

“Dana for once in you life just have fun! I guarantee you one hour with me and you’ll have forgotten all about FBI man”

“Ok fine. But we are not staying out late because I have to work the next day and if you start taking shots I’m leaving you at the bar.”

“Not if you’re taking shots with me!”

“Missy-”

“Love ya Danes gotta go bye!”

“Bye Missy”

It was a tiny little bar called Rosco’s, packed with DC's finest, including G-men, doctors, and college students. The tables were cramped and wobbly and the floor was a little sticky in some spots but Dana had been going since she first started working at the hospital. The doctors had a routine of going out on Friday nights and she had found herself more than once dancing to the old jukebox to Billie Joel and Queen in her practical doctor heels after a long shift. If she had been thinking clearly, the thought that maybe the longstanding tradition would still be continuing this Friday might have popped into her head. But on Friday night she found herself sitting in her favorite bar nursing a beer when the music seemed to cut out and in walked what seemed like every single one of her old colleagues, ready to let off some steam after a long day of saving lives.

It didn’t take long for them to notice the two red headed girls sitting at the bar, especially since Missy stopped flirting with the bartender to start asking Scully which of her friends was single quite loudly. She recognized most of them when she looked into the crowd but there were certainly a few new faces. Resident students she guessed.

She quickly waded through all the “Dana oh my god how are you!” and “Oh wow it’s been so long!”. She was genuinely happy to see some faces. She recognized a woman named Kelsey who joined the hospital at around the same time she did. They had always been close, so when she was greeted with a hug she wasn’t surprised. Missy was the social butterfly, flitting through the doctors one by one before winding up back next to her like a meet-and-greet merry-go-round.

“We should buy them drinks!” Missy giggled at her, clearly enamored with one of the new young doctors that Scully didn’t recognize. “You know Mark’s here right?”

She hadn’t seen him come in, but it didn’t surprise her. She glanced in the corner of the pack to see the familiar salt and pepper hair of Dr. Mark Bordone, cardiac specialist. Before she left DC, the two of them had gone on a date or two. He took her to a bar like this one but much less fun and the interest was clearly one sided. But he bought her drinks and made nice conversation so she had been more than willing to entertain it. She had to admit he still looked good.

He looked over at her and smiled this big smile and she could see his eyes twinkling. She did remember that he was good at parties, the charming type. He smiled across the floor and eased his way over to her, pushing past grad students and a pair of police officers, until he sat down on the stool Missy had abandoned.

“Dana Scully it has sure been a while” He had a smile that perfectly fit his face, with shiny white teeth that seemed to add to the sparkle in his eyes.

“It sure has Mark. What have you been up to?” The slightly awkward conversation was better than sitting alone at the bar, since she had no one else to talk to now that Missy was over rubbing shoulders with the other students.

“Oh nothing much. I’ve been promoted to head of surgery. Kirk finally retired.”

“Wow. Well congratulations”. He smiled and she turned to drain her beer. She noticed his eyes flit down to her chest as she leaned back.

Let's take a moment to assess, shall we.

No wedding ring on the finger, so he hadn’t tied down one of the nurses. He was handsome, he fit her usual type, he was the biggest flirt she knew, and he wasn’t a stranger. And she desperately needed something, anything, to distract herself from the nagging FBI agent who wouldn’t leave the back of her mind.

Fuck it.

“Why don’t you use some of that ‘Head of Surgery’ money to buy me another drink. I'm sure you’ve got plenty to spare.”

She caught a thumbs up from Missy from across the bar as the bartender passed another two beers over the counter.

It was Missy who spotted him first. She had made her way through the crowded bar to Scully, who was still sitting at the bar with Mark. Scully had made it past small talk, and four beers later was now talking about the politics of the cardiac ward with her suitor. She was about to suggest maybe they go to a more quiet table to talk more when Missy popped out of the dance floor and shouted over the music “There’s a group of FBI people at some of the back tables. Maybe your alien guy is here?”

The night had truly been going so well.

“Alien guy?” Mark asked with a chuckle, and Scully laughed with him. She hadn’t known Mulder for long, but he didn’t seem like the type to be out on a Friday night in a crowded bar.

“I doubt it” she giggled, but she shifted closer to Mark as if to show him if he was here, she had moved on. Mark had placed a hand on her thigh and maybe she would have shrugged it off 2 beers ago but with Mulder fresh in the back of her mind she let it rest.

“I don’t know but one of them is super cute so I’ll be at their table for a while” Missy giggled then slipped back into the dance floor like she was being engulfed by the blob.

“I should probably go check on her” Scully said with a grin, and Mark shot one back.

“Should I be worried about this alien guy? He’s not coming from Mars to steal my woman?” He laughed again and she forced a smile.

“No, no, he’s just a friend. And besides, I don’t think this is his scene”. She rose from the bar stool and his hand fell off her thigh easily.

“I’ll be back in a few. I should probably go pull my sister off whatever person she’s decided to drape herself over.” He was easy to come back to.

He gave her a chuckle and a wave and she allowed herself to be swept away into the crowd, moving with the flow of dancers and drunkards like tides in the ocean to the back corner where Missy had previously pointed. She spotted her sister first, sitting in the lap of some blonde man wearing his FBI bomber jacket. She was just about to stroll over and pull her away when she spotted a gaggle of girls in the next booth on the right and there he was.

Her alien guy.

He looked uncomfortable, with a blonde woman clinging to his side, laughing at something he said with this forced bounce that she probably practiced. But he smiled back at her and tossed his arm around her and Scully felt a fury deep in the pit of her stomach.

She considered just leaving Melissa to run back across the bar, but he took his eyes off Blondie for a second and to glance at the dance floor and she saw the look of recognition in his eyes as he spotted her.

In an instant she power walked towards Melissa and yanked her off of G-man number 1, ignoring her “What the fuck!” as she dragged her sister back into the dancing mob and away from the gaze of Fox Mulder.

“What the fuck was that for” Missy huffed, pulling herself away from Scully’s grip, finding a small pocket in the swarm of bodies. Scully, however, was busy peering through strangers' shoulders, trying to see if he was following them. She thought she saw him get up but she couldn’t be sure. Missy noticed.

“Oh my god he IS here! Where?” She then proceeded to try to stand on her tip-toes before Scully pulled her back down. “Is he the tall one? He is so cute Danes no wonder you’re so hung up on him.”

“Yes. But he is with a girl and I don’t want to talk to him, so I really would prefer if we didn’t make a big deal out of it”

“Oh my god you totally have to win him back. You have to talk to him. Make him jealous. You should dance with Mark!”

“Who’s Mark?” And there he was, towering over the two of them with a goofy smile that made her feel things she didn’t care to admit. Melissa happily slipped back into the dancers, probably to go find her FBI guy again, or more likely watch their conversation through elbows and shoulders.

And so they stood in the middle of a crowded dance floor, waiting for the other to make the first move.

“Mark’s my date.” He doesn’t need to know that the date was unintentional. She glanced up at him, coldly, trying to avoid lingering on the way that his shirt was unbuttoned to show a glimpse of his collarbone.

“Ah. Where is he now?”

“At the bar. Who’s Blondie?”

“My boss’s secretary. She’s been trying to get me to go out with her and her friends since I started.”

“So you’re here on a date.” Scully crossed her arms, waiting for him to get the hint that clearly she didn’t want to be talking for much longer.

“I wouldn’t call it that. Do you want to dance?” He stepped closer to her and the bubble they had created pressed in on them, making her watch the ground so she didn’t step on his toes.

“I should go back to the bar…”

“Dance with me.” His presence was mesmerizing and his scent intoxicating. The music couldn’t have been louder, and yet she felt like she could hear their hearts beating. Maybe, she could just pretend that everything hadn’t happened. She could pretend that he was just a handsome stranger she met at a bar and allow herself to be swept up in his arms.

Scully was always good at pretending.

She didn’t say yes so much as nod, and then she found his arms wrapping around her and their bubble disappeared completely and she was surrounded by him. His arms, his shirt, his smell, everything about him engulfed her completely and it made sense because as much as she tried to forget him she felt this tether in the back of her head, like a magnet pulling north, and now she had found it and she locked right into place pressed against his chest. They swayed to the music, lost in the sea of bodies, allowing themselves to be pulled with the tides of hips and hands. A song went by, maybe two, and she felt his hand dip lower to rest on the notch above her jeans.

“You’re wearing navy again” he whispered into her ear. She opened her eyes suddenly to the sound of his voice. She hadn’t even realized they had closed.

“I like navy” she whispered back, and she could hear him chuckle though she couldn’t see his face, his breath hot on her neck.

“It makes your eyes look like the sea”. As if to prove his point he pulled back from her and tilted her chin upwards with a finger. She looked up and gazed into his eyes as he stared into hers and she could feel the electricity flowing between them. She felt herself being drawn forward to him. Her eyes fluttered shut, and he was so close, and it was so perfect.

“You have a case file.”

And there it was.

“Excuse me?” She drew back sharp as a whip and she knew, she knew , it was all too good to be true.

“I looked you up, you have a case file. They did start an investigation, they just never finished it” She pulled back, pushing back into one of the dancing masses, and she felt his hands drop from her sides. Nothing is ever perfect.

“Mulder I-”

“Scully I know you said not to meddle but I can help you…”

“And I told you I don’t want your help! I can’t believe you , I can’t…” She backed away from him further, hearing cries of “watch it” coming amidst the dancers.

“Scully please.”

“No Mulder. You weren’t even supposed to be here, I didn’t want to see you” He steps back in shock and they’re attracting attention now but she doesn’t care. She’s lashing out, out of what she doesn’t know. “I don’t need your help, and I don’t need you, so go back to your blonde bitch, she can clearly give you whatever you want from me”

She felt hands on her shoulders and heard a man say “Dana, is something wrong?” but all she could focus on was his face. The way he stared at her like she broke his heart.

He didn’t even know her but as she slipped away into the crowd he watched her like she was the world’s most precious jewel sinking beneath the waves.

She heard Mark talking to him, but the bodies closed the gap between them and Melissa took her by the wrist and led her to the front, out the door, and the cool air of the night hit her face.

“Do you want to go home?” Missy reached up and wiped a tear from Scully’s cheek. She hadn’t even realized she was crying. She nodded and Melissa turned to call the cab. She shivered, listening to the muffled music in the bar, processing everything that just happened.

The door opened and Mulder walked out. Instantly, her sister was back in front of her, like a 5’2 battle shield.

“I’m going to have to ask you to get the fuck away from us.” For what she lacked in stature, Missy made up for in sheer grit. She once picked a bar fight with a Navy Seal. She could take a 6’1 pouty FBI agent.

“I just want a second”

“You don’t deserve a second.”

“Please. I promise, just one second and then you’ll never hear from me again.” He glanced over Missy’s shoulder and caught Scully’s eye. Missy looked back and Scully gave a resigned nod.

“Fine, but I’m timing you.”

Mulder stepped past Melissa in the way you would step past an armed bomb and proceeded to invade Scully’s space again.

“What do you want?”

“I’m sorry”

“For?” She stood with her hands on her hips, but he looked so pitiful. She noticed his eye was swollen.

“I’m sorry for getting into something that’s none of my business”

“Why?” He looked confused so she elaborated. “Why do you want to help me so much?” He looked at her again and the way the streetlights bounced off him made him look like he was glowing. She felt another tear slip down her cheek. The bar music faded away and all that was left was the humming of the lights.

“I want to help you because I feel connected to you. Ever since we first met I’ve felt this pull like a…” He searched for the words.

“Like a magnet.” He snapped his fingers and it startled her.

“Exactly. And I know, I know that everything that happened to you is really none of my business” She raised an eyebrow at him but he didn’t notice, instead stepping closer so only she could hear.

“But I like you so much. More than I think I’ve ever liked anyone. I think you’re smart and gorgeous and for God’s sake Scully you save little kids lives for a living and I don’t deserve you at all, but I want to make your business my business.” She was smiling now, and he brushed a hair back from her face, letting his hand linger down her cheek.

“All of my business?” It was a test.

“All of your business. Not even just the parts you think I’m interested in. I want the mundane, the ordinary, the outright boring. I want everything that has to do with you”

He passed.

“Ok.” She looked up at him and he seemed shocked, like he truly didn’t expect the conversation to go this way.

“Ok?”

“Yes, ok-” And she couldn’t finish her sentence because his lips were on hers and everything was right in the world. His hand found her waist and she gasped but his tongue stole it away. She returned the favor and wrapped her hands around his neck, tilting up on her toes to reach him. He kissed with a fury and she met him with equal passion, their lips moving in synchronicity. She let a moan slip out when his hand dipped lower to cup her ass through her jeans. She would have been embarrassed if he didn’t smile into her mouth when she did and grip tighter. She brought her hand to cup his face but he winced and pulled away.

“What happened to your eye?” She hadn’t noticed the color in the streetlights but up close she could see the reddish shade it was turning.

“Well your date didn’t seem to like how I made you run out crying and all, so he decided that I needed to be taught a lesson”.

“I’m so sorry…”

“Nah it’s alright. After he realized he just assaulted a federal agent he decided I wasn’t worth it” She went to run her fingers over his eye but he grabbed her wrist and instead kissed her fingers. He was about to lean in again before he heard an “ Ahem ” over his shoulder, and he turned to see Missy with her arms crossed next to a waiting cab.

“I don’t mean to interrupt whatever all this is…” she waved her hand to gesture to the two of them, “But our cab is here.”

He turned back to her and pulled her close, placing a firm, lingering kiss on her lips. She could hear him sigh when they pulled apart.

“I’ll see you soon?”

“Yes you will.”

“Goodnight Scully.”

“Goodnight Mulder.”

Maybe the world could be perfect. At least for a little while.

#The X Files Fanfic #txf au #msr #msr fanfiction #Dana Scully #Fox Mulder #The X-Files #dybif #sam writes

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pixiedst · 5 years ago

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Dance With Me 01 // KYG

Request from @lost-midnight-flower

Hiii can I request a got7 fic? Maybe something along the lines of meeting the guys at a fan meeting or something and one of them falling head over heals with the reader? That seems pretty cute to me, is that weird? If you choose to write this, you can pick which member you want to write about ^^ have a great day/evening ahead!

Genre: Fluff Pairing: Reader x Yugyeom Rating; PG-13 Warnings: None Description: Dance studio owner Y/N meets Yugyeom at a fan sign. Word Count: 2,197 A/N: I’m sorry if my writing isn’t very good 😓 I haven’t written fanfiction in over a year. Let me know if you have any feedback! I’m always looking for ways to improve my writing!!

Index // Part Two // Part Three // Part Four

Dear Yugyeom,

Hello! My name is Y/N. I’m not really sure what to say and I don’t even know if you’ll read this, but here it goes.

I’ve been a fan for a long time, and I don’t regret a single moment. You captured my attention when I first watched your music videos. Your dancing is phenomenal, and you’ve inspired me to keep chasing my dreams of becoming a professional dancer. I’m sure I could never reach your level, but I managed to start a dance studio! It’s nothing big, but maybe that will change! Whatever happens, I just want to thank you for being the biggest inspiration in my journey.

I hope reading this will make you proud of yourself, for using your platform and abilities to bring hope to your fans, and maybe of me, for being able to get closer to my dreams because of you.

Thank you. I’m not sure what I would do without you.

Yours, Y/N

Yugyeom isn’t sure this is real. He reads the letter again, but it’s all the same. He’s used to praises, confessions, proposals, even, but being inspired enough to start a studio is a first. She’s telling him to be proud of himself, but he almost feels unworthy. He’s nothing special, yet here she is, commending him for her success.

He laughs. Something ripples in his chest. He has to see her again, ask how her studio is going, if she’s well. The letter is too short, and he’s left with a bundle of questions.

“Thank you. I’m not sure what I would do without you.”

He’s met so many fans and even gets familiar with a couple faces, but that’s it. It’s a busy life. But for whatever reason, he doesn’t want to forget Y/N.

Y/N wishes, more than anything, that relating to people were easier.

She’d think to deal with her friends for two years would make her a professional, but her progress has been nothing but linear. They’re her colleagues—technically employees—but she doesn’t want to be alone. She has to be a good boss, a good teacher, and overall, a good friend. But God, are they exhausting.

They’re not terrible people and they have their moments, but she can’t find it in herself to care about Kim Soohyun starring in a new drama. It’s almost amazing how similar they are, like soulmates. It’s just a little unfair she wasn’t part of the package.

“Y/N. Have you seen Royal Lover yet?” Sunhee asks.

Y/N takes a sip from her juice. She needs to come up with something fast. “That’s actually next on my list. I was planning to watch it later.” She’s going to regret this.

There’s nothing wrong with dramas. In fact, they’re great, but she’d like to watch them for herself at her own pace. They’re not exactly forcing her, but doing this is better than being excluded. This is how she finished five dramas in less than three weeks.

“Okay, okay, finish it as soon as possible! It’s sooo good. I cried at the end,” Areum says, and wipes a barbecue sauce stain on her shirt. She couldn’t care less about the mess, but she was fuming about Heechul and Momo’s relationship a minute ago. “Jia, what did you think about the ending?”

Jia, although busy on her phone, doesn’t waste a moment to reply. “All I’m gonna say for now is that I think it has one of the best endings in K-Drama history. We can text about it later, but we should stay quiet for now until Y/N finishes it.”

Areum shakes her head. “No, let’s text about it now!”

The rest of the lunch is quiet except for keyboard clicks and laughter. There’s no use getting their attention now. Y/N slumps against her wooden chair and sighs. Her eyes wander to a family in the indoor area of the cafe where they laugh at something the father says. She can’t remember the last time anyone listened to her like that. She looks back at the girls.

Why can’t she be more like them? They’re weird, but they aren’t alone. They have people to talk to and connect with. Is there something she missed? Was there a handbook for social skills she never received?

Why does she feel alone when they’re right in front of her?

The metal seat is cool against the bottom of her thighs, and she instantly regrets wearing shorts. It took her a few stops to get seated. Her legs were ready to give in to the fatigue, so she’s not sure if she should feel guilty for hurrying after the seat before a child could take it.

His mother glares at her, and she wishes she could explain herself, that she’s a dancer and needs to sit down after a long day at the studio. But the child pouts and looks at her too, and it bites at her conscience. She checks the map above the doors. Her stop is two stations away.

She rises from her seat with a sigh and takes their place in the center. They don’t even thank her, but she doesn’t blame them. She closes her eyes and focuses on Yugyeom’s voice playing through her earphones.

Bad days aren’t so bad when she has GOT7.

When she gets home, she prepares a bowl of ramen and a glass of milk, and spends the rest of the evening watching Royal Lovers, already wishing for it to be over.

Yugyeom’s heart is going to leap out of his chest.

The gold lights cast a soft glow in the room, and it makes the event feel cozy. Dark red theater chairs fill the compact hall, most of them already occupied. He searches through the crowd and looks away as soon as he finds Y/N. She’s here. It’s difficult, but he tries to look at other fans and focus on waving hello. This is gonna be tough, he thinks.

There are camera flashes, conversations, and the boys at his side. The fan sign is open, and the first batch approaches. Everything is familiar. Everything is the same.

Except he can’t wait to meet a certain fan.

Time is not in Y/N’s favor today. It’s too fast for her to process every second. She’s already finished talking to Jaebeom. Mark. Youngjae.

There are too many words fumbling in her mind, she doesn’t even know what they are. The few she catches are too awkward to form coherent sentences. If only she could dance what she wants to say, but she would rather not make a fool of herself.

Before she could realize, she’s standing before Yugyeom.

“Welcome back!” He says and signs her album quickly. “Y/N, right? I read your letter from last time.”

Y/N tries to catch her breath. “You remember me? And you read my letter?”

He nods and takes her hands. His fingers clasp between hers, and he does this without breaking eye contact. Y/N’s heart races and her hands tremble. She tries to push every thought to the back of her head because there is no way this gesture could mean anything. He’s an idol. Fan service is part of the job, and clearly, he’s very good at it.

“How’s the studio?” He asks.

“It’s steady. I could use more students, though. You know, with rent and everything,” she replies.

He nods. “That’s good. Just keep working hard, and it’ll be worth it.” He pauses for a moment before asking, “Do you have a letter today?”

Y/N’s heart beats a thousand times faster, and she hasn’t even had coffee. Why is he asking for a letter? Did he like the one she wrote? He did remember her. She didn’t even have to remind him of her name. Heat rises in her cheeks. If only she knew he’d want to hear more from her.

“Oh, I’m sorry. I was binging a K-Drama and forgot to write one.”

He looks down before he meets her eyes again. “That’s all right. Are you coming to the next fan sign?”

She nods. “Yes! I’ll write you a letter by then!” She takes her hands away for a moment to pull bunny ears out of her bag. “This is compensation.”

Yugyeom lowers his head and lets her place it for him. When he looks up, a staff woman from behind places her arm between them before he could speak. His body droops as he releases a sigh. Time’s up.

He takes her hands one more time and shakes them like pom-poms. “See you next time, Y/N. Fighting!”

Y/N’s heart soars. Even as she faces the rest of the members, her mind replays her meeting with Yugyeom. His hands are gentler, and his smile is wider. It’s like he was genuinely happy to see her. If only she could return to the back of the line and talk to him for a few minutes more.

Like a movie stuck on repeat, her memories are full of Yugyeom. She doesn’t care when people glare at her as she hums in the train, or when she almost hits a woman with her swinging arms at the sidewalk.

She couldn’t be happier. And it’s all thanks to Yugyeom.

Y/N is sure her eyes are fried.

They’re sore from the bright TV screen that illuminates the dark living room, which she knows was already a bad choice. She didn’t have the energy to turn on the lights when the sun went down.

She wasn’t completely unproductive, though. On the coffee table is her laptop uploading a new YouTube video. It’s not a big channel, but the comments make up for it. It’s the only place, along with Instagram, where she feels like she has a voice.

Reality, on the other hand, has a different idea. It’s where she has to watch dramas 3 nights in a row to satisfy girls who only talk to her because she’s their boss. The only voice she has around them is directions in the studio and forced opinions.

She takes a deep breath and opens the group chat.

Y/N: I finished Royal Lover! I give it a 7/10. But you’re right, Areum, that ending was really good! Made me tear up!

Even typing that was draining.

Jia: Finally kkk

Sunhee: Sorry, we moved on to Children of the Sun. You should watch it!

Areum: SO!! GOOD!! It’s about a doctor and a soldier falling in love!! I’M CRYING!!!!

“Unbelievable,” she mutters.

Except it isn’t. They’re the type to jump onto the next band-wagon in a snap. She shouldn’t be surprised. She sighs and slams her phone on the couch. There is no way she’s watching Children of the Sun. What kind of title is that, anyway? It’s time to take a break from dramas. The girls might throw a fit, but it wouldn’t be the first time.

SURPRISE LIVE: OLOLOLOLO

Y/N laughs at the title. A change from the weight on her shoulders. Their noise fills the room, which she prefers over clashing swords and exaggerated sobs. Her shoulders relax, and she takes a deep breath. GOT7 salvaged her night.

“Let’s read some comments,” Youngjae says, leaning closer to the phone. “Say hi to Brazil. Hello. Bambam, speak French.”

“Baguette.”

Y/N throws her head back laughing and almost kicks her laptop off the table. She places it on the other end of the couch before coming back to the stream. The live chat is rapid, but she types a comment anyway. Maybe today will be her lucky day.

Mark takes the phone from Youngjae. “Yugyeom, someone is asking what you’ve been up to lately.”

Y/N almost drops her phone. That’s her question! She licks her lips and grips on the cushion as she leans closer to the screen.

“Oh, I’ve been watching a lot of dance videos! I enjoy watching fans cover our songs. It makes me feel proud. Some of them are even better than us.” The members hum in agreement. “Guys, if you have any dance covers or any dance videos at all, tag us! They make us really happy!”

Bambam nods. “Don’t be ashamed! Even if you’re just a beginner, we’re here to support you. We’re a team, guys! Fighting!”

She doesn’t wait for the live to end. She runs to her bedroom and rummages through the messy drawers. There’s no time to waste. The words flow right out of her pen, and she doesn’t care if the message is messy. She doesn’t know how long it takes but the ache in her spine and hand tell her it’s been a while.

“Don’t be ashamed!”

They’re right. Dancing is who she is. It’s everything she’s ever done, and all she’ll ever do until her bones don’t allow it. She did not start a studio to be ashamed. She did it to grow. GOT7 may not notice her videos under the infinite amount on Instagram.

But there is a certain member who might.

Part Two

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Eternal Soul - Serie

- Part 2 -

Chapter 2 - The Coven

Pairing: The witches x Hongjoong, Seonghwa, San and Jongho

Words: a lot

Genre: Fantasy - a bit of horror

Songs suggestion: The Queen of the damned soundtrack.

Characters presentation - The vampires

Characters presentation - The Witches

/ CHAPTER 1 - THE BEACONING /

The sweet laugh of the chubby baby sitting on the toy plane made her chuckle. Even if she has been doing this for the past 3 years, babies are still her weakness. She loved them so much and this one, was a little cutie pie with the tiny aviator hat, the goggles, and the blue scarf around his tiny neck. He was having the time of his life with this toy plane.

The mother was incredibly pleased, and she promises to buy a lot of photos from this session. So, Nina made sure to make her baby look the best.

“Oh Nina! You are the best with kids!” said the woman picking up her baby boy.

Nina blushed, putting a strand of hair behind her ear “Thank you Mrs. Abbott. It’s easy to do my job with this munchkin” she said, playfully pinching the baby’s chubby cheek.

Mrs. Abbott looked at her watch and gasped “Oh my god! It’s already 9. I’m so sorry Nina, I didn’t know it was so late already”

“No worries Madam. You are my last client for today. Plus, we need the perfect picture for your little prince, right?”

The mother smiled, happy with Nina’s professionalism. The young woman walked them to the door and unlocked it

“Well, Mrs. Abbott, I will call you when the negatives are ready. We’ll schedule a new appointment to choose the pictures you want.”

Mrs Abbott thanked the photographer by giving her a huge tip and walked out the studio into the brisk summer night air. Nina looked at the woman walked away with her kid and she sighed. Her eyes went down to her hand on the 100$ bill the mother tipped.

“Thank you, Mrs. Abbott, you just paid for tonight’s rounds!” she chuckled.

The photographer closed the studio. She stopped in front of one of the mirrors in her shop and fix her make-up. She looked at her dress and smiled. She loved that dress; she remembered the day her mother gave it to her. The old woman had spent countless nights sewing the whole thing together as a surprise for her younger daughter.

Nina played with the hem of her skirt, her fingertip brushing across the embroidery details “I miss you mom!”

She wiped a small tear from her cheek and walked out her studio. She made sure the door was locked properly before she made her way to the Twilight Grove.

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The Twilight Grove was already pretty crowed even if it was early in the evening. Jo, the barmaid, was busy trying to get all the drinks order out as fast as possible. She was thankful about her decision to have her hair into two pompoms tonight, with the crowd around her bar, it was super warm. She finished a batch of Cosmopolitans for a group of girls who were at a table in the middle of the place. Jo put all the cocktails on a tray:

“Marcus, cover the bar a minute, I’ll drop these cocktails to the girls over there!” she said taking the tray in her right hand and walking to the center of the place. Walking through the dancers was a hard maneuver but she managed to get to the table without spilling anything.

“Here you go girls!” she said giving the cocktails one by one to the customers. They paid Jo, but barely left any tips. The barmaid smiled anyway and made her way back to the bar. She noticed a man sitting alone at a table in a far corner of the place. It wasn’t the first time she was seeing him there. She got back behind the bar and continued taking orders when her sister arrived

“JO!” she yelled, making her way behind the bar.

“Nina! You’re not supposed to be here!” Jo said softly, hugging her sister. Nina took two bottles of beers, gave them to a cute man that was waiting and made him pay. She looked at her older siblings and winked. Jo shook her head smiling,

“Alright! We could use your help. Go see this man over there. He has been waiting for a while!” Jo said pointing at the strange customers.

Nina salute her sister like a soldier and happily walked to the stranger.

San was too concentrated on the crowd to see Nina walked to him. He got startled when he heard her sweet voice

“Hi Sir, we are sorry for the long wait. Can I take your order?” she asked smiling.

San blinked looking at the lovely woman in front of him. His heart skips a beat when she placed a strand of her dark hair behind her ear.

“Hmm…I.. I don’t – w-what do you recommend?” he studder. Nina giggle “Cute!” she thought to herself. She gave the cocktail menu to the young man and bent to his level to show him her selection.

“If you like sweet cocktails, I suggest the Blackberry Vanilla Lemonade. It is spiked with vodka. Very good! But if you are more strong alcohol, the Old Fashion is a classic here”

San’s heart skipped a beat again while having Nina’s face this close to his, he slowly inhales her sent, she smelled like fresh raspberries. He adjusted the glasses on his nose and gulped hard.

“I’ll- I’ll have the Old Fashion….please!”

Nina stand back up and winked at him “Coming right up!!”

San sighed heavily and slightly loosen his tie. He has seen a lot of people in his long vampire life, but nobody like this young woman. There was something about her. He decided to concentrate on her and read her mind.

Nina got back to the bar and gave the order to Jo. She leaned on the bar

“He’s cute, isn’t he?” she asked her sister

“Who?” Jo asked while she was mixing the cocktail.

“The man over there” Nina answered

Jo lift her gaze for a second, looking at the mysterious man and she smirked

“Well you sure did a good impression on him. He is so checking you out!”

Nina stared at him with hungry eyes and bit her bottom lips. San saw the way the young woman was looking at him. He fidgeted on his seat, clear his throat, and rake his hair with his soft fingers, obviously uncomfortable with the situation. Nina came back to him with his cocktail

“Here you go Sir! It’ll be 7$ please” she asked politely.

San gave her a 20$ bill while trying to avoid looking at her in the eyes. “You can keep the change” he said, his voice was tiny, almost a whisper. The young woman cocked her eyebrow at the sudden change of attitude. She pouted going back behind the bar to help her older sister. San downed the cocktail in one shot, the alcohol burnt his throat for a mere second and he left the bar.

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The place was silent, only the sound of her breathing and the humming of the refrigerator was echoing into the lab. The dark hair woman took a syringe in her steady hand and slowly pour the liquid contained in it into the petri dish. She looked at the result through the microscope and scribble the details into her notebook.

“You are still here?” asked a male voice behind her. The woman took her goggles off and rubbed her eyes. She leaned her arms on the table and yawned

“Yes, I’m close I know I am, but I just can’t get the blood sequence right” she said softly.

The male walked to her and rest a hand on her shoulder “Andri, go back home! You haven’t slept in the last 48 hours. Get some sleep and come back in two days!”

Andri turned to face her colleague “But…”

“It’s an order! I’m your boss after all! GO!” the male ordered.

She sighed heavily. She knew too well she couldn’t win against her boss. She gathered her things, unwillingly, while her boss was watching her. She slowly walked toward the door of the lab

“Nobody touches my research please!” she said before her boss pushed her out the lab and locked the door. He waved at her with a big smile and she understood she had no other choice but leave and go home.

Although, she wasn’t in the mood to go home. She stopped by the lab’s showers, cleaned up and put on some clean clothes before getting out of the lab.

The wind was refreshing on her skin as she was walking toward the Twilight Grove. She walked pass a dark alley and heard a small whimper coming from the narrow road. She looked around her, hesitant, nobody was there, the street was empty. Andri made three slow steps in the alley

“Hello? Anyone there?” she asked. Silence, she was about to turn and walk away when she heard the whimper again. In a flash, Andri was pinned down by two vampires. Two vicious Nightshades trying to feed on her blood. Quickly, she reacted by focusing on her two sisters.

“Jo! Nina! HELP!”

Nearby, in the Twilight Grove, Jo and Nina suddenly hear an aerie voice calling for them. They both stop what they are doing and exchange a look. They automatically walked toward the exit

“Andri!” Nina shouted in the middle of the street.

“Where is she?” Jo asked her sister. They looked around; the street was empty. How was it even possible? A small fog-like smoke was hovering the ground, Jo saw, down the street, four maybe five vampires.

“Nightshades!?! What are they doing here?” her rhetorical question was only answered by the growl of three more vampires behind them. “We have to find Andri!” she told her younger sister.

Nina think quickly and she kneeled on the hard ground. She took a small piece of white chalk she always carries with her and started drawing runes on the hard ground, the fog covering the surface making it much harder for her.

“Cover me!” she told her older sister. Jo looked down at her sibling with wide eyes

“Are you kidding me?” The three vampires that were behind them tried to make a move toward the two sisters, but Jo quickly raised her hands in front of her and instantly the beast where violently pushed back by a huge invisible force. The three beasts were brutally shoved against the brick wall about 6 feet away.

“Hurry up!” Jo screamed at Nina on the ground. The young woman drew as fast as she could. As soon as the last rune was drawn on the ground, she put her hand together, gathering an imperceptible energy and with one huge flash she saw signs of her older sister. The vision was blurry, but Nina could see her. Andri was in an alley two blocks down surrounded by Nightshades. Nina quickly got up, she took Jo by the hand and start running toward the alley she saw in her vision.

“This way!” she said pulling on her sister to follow. Jo started running behind her younger sibling. Loud growls were heard behind them as more feral vampires gathered to chase them.

Andri was at the end of the alley, behind her a tall steel fence, in front of her; two Nightshades growling and hissing ready to pounce on their prey at any given second. She tried to use her powers but the previous attack by the vampire hurt her badly and she couldn’t concentrate enough to get her energy going.

As they were about to take advantage of the situation and attack, the two vampires burst in fire, right in front of Andri’s eyes. The beasts burned into aches in an agonizing moan as Jo and Nina ran to their sister.

“Are you alright?” Nina asked panting. Andri nodded before hugging her siblings, the little reunion was soon interrupted by more growls behind them. The three women were now blocked in the small alley, surrounded by 6 more Nightshades.

“Girls, I can’t use my magic!” Andri informed her sisters. Jo and Nina stepped forward to shield their kin from the menacing vampires in front of them. Jo remembered the last time she fought one of those in the past.

She recalls all the blood that was shed that day. She remembered how young she was, maybe 11-12 years old. She remembered; The whimpers of fellow witches agonizing on the floor as their blood was being drawn out of their bodies. The screeching sound of every Nightshades being slaughtered.

She was quickly brought back to reality when one of them didn’t hesitate to jump on her. The young women were trying her best to push away the beast hovering her body. Her muscles were flexing and trembling as the creature was putting all its weight on her poor arms. It snarled like a rabid dog a few inches only from her face.

“Nina!” she let out through gritted teeth, hoping her younger sister would help. But it’s only when she turned her gaze that she noticed Nina was already fighting two Nightshades. She cursed to herself.

Her muscles were about to give up, when suddenly the creature got pulled away from her. It took her a few seconds to realize what happened, but when she finally got up, she saw four men fighting the Nightshades. One of them, tall, black hair slicked back, perfect jawline, pale blue eyes, turned to Jo

“Stay back” he shouts with a stern voice. She didn’t try to argue and stepped back to protect Andri.

Nina wasn’t an expert at fists fighting but she could deal a good amount of damage while using her power of “Life link”. By linking her mind with the Nightshades, she was able to read them, and she was able to find their weakness more easily.

She has been able to stun one on the ground as another one stepped in front of her, punching her in the guts. The air got knocked out of her lungs. Nina dropped on one knee as she tries to catch her breath, at this instant, the feral who tried to jump on her got knocked down. The young woman lifted her eyes and saw the man from the bar, fighting the other creatures with a very skilled martial art.

The sisters retreated in the back of the alley as the four men were fighting the Nightshades away.

Soon, one of the creatures screeched signaling the others to retreat, which they did, leaving the sisters and the men alone in the small alley. The tall handsome one, walked to them.

“Are you girls alright?” he asked grabbing Jo by the neck and inspecting it carefully.

“Hey! Hey! Hey! Paws down pretty boy!” Jo let out pushing him away from her.

“Seonghwa, my friend. Don’t be rude!” the voice was calm, eerie. It almost sounded like a melody to the sister’s ears. Another man walked towards them. Smaller than Seonghwa but just as beautiful. Deep brown eyes, silver hair, he was wearing an all-black Victorian Jacket with a dark blue embroidered vest and a black shirt. His fingers were decorated with many rings, and only the pinky of his left hand was painted in black nail polish.

The man stopped in front of the three women and politely bow,

“Please, excuse my friend. He didn’t mean to be rude. He is just…foreseeing” he said. “I am Hongjoong. Leader of this group.” He continued, bringing a hand to his heart as he bows again. “This handsome one is Seonghwa. There’s San” he said pointing at the man who help Nina “And that’s Jongho” he pointed at another man, roughly the same high. More muscular, short dark hair, cute features. He turned back to the sisters

“We are The Ateez family!” he said smiling “If I’m not mistaken, your girls are Moonlight sisters, right?”

Jo considered the man in front of her then those behind him.

“Yes, we are. And I’ve heard of your family.” She walked a few steps back shielding her younger sisters “You guys are vampires”.

Hongjoong chuckled “Indeed we are. Please come with us, your sister needs some medical attention and we need to talk about some serious issues”

Jo was about to protest but Andri winced in pain, she looked up at her older sister:

“Please Jo, let’s go with them.”

Jo’s stare went from Andri to Hongjoong and back. She nodded:

“Alright, we’ll go with you!”

The leader gave a small signal to the boys behind him and quickly Seonghwa wrapped his arms around Jo’s waist, San did the same with Nina and Jongho took Andri in his arms. Before the sisters could understand what was happening, they vanished from the alley.

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Stay tune for more chapters!!!

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