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Yours Truly (Pt. 1)

Requested By: Some of you!

Pairing: Jisoo x Fem!Reader

AU: College

Word Count: ~ Part 1 -> 9,786 // Part 2 -> 7,433

Warnings / Misc. -- Pining, Angst, Fluff

Disclaimer: This writing is a work of fiction, and no disrespect is meant for those mentioned herein.

A/N: Hey everyone! I finally have a few days off, so we're back to our (semi) regularly scheduled programming with this fic! I really hope you enjoy it; lmk what you think :)

PS ~ Once again, I had to split it into two parts to appease the Tumblr Overlords.

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1.) A Day In Class

Where does true beauty come from?

Is it strictly based in someone's DNA, rooted entirely in the attractiveness of their features? Or is deeper than that; does it extend from their soul? The very essence of stardust and personality that makes them them? Is it in how they interact with others? How they carry themselves?

You, being the wannabe philosopher that you are, love hearing people's answers to those questions. Every response is unique in its own way, altered depending on the person asked, and you find that to be one of humanity's most wonderful qualities. Like snowflakes, we're all different; as such is our definition of beauty. It lies in the eye of the beholder, subjective in its nature, and you find that comforting. Just think: if 99% of the world's population found you unattractive, 78,000,000 would beg to differ.

Though, for one person, you're sure those rules don't apply. She's objectively beautiful, and no one even attempts to pretend otherwise.

Who, you may ask? Kim Jisoo, of course -- head of your school's student council, resident girl next door, and keeper of your heart. She's poised in every way, and refined to the point that you question if you're even deserving of knowing her. Humor and kindness radiate from her no matter where she goes, so it's really no surprise that so many people love her.

A tap on your shoulder pulls you from your thoughts, and you turn to look at your best friend. "Yo, Y/N. What did you get for number 32?" Jeong asks from his seat in the row directly behind you, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. Your history professor likely wouldn't take kindly to being interrupted during his lecture, so you choose to show him your answer instead of responding out loud.

Jeong thanks you and continues to work on the activity you finished nearly 15 minutes ago, leaving you to half-heartedly listen to your professor. You're a good student, but even you have a limit to how much monotonous speaking you can handle in one sitting. As his words drone on, you roll your neck -- intending for the action to relieve some of the tension in your aching muscles; you're in for a surprise, however, when you lock eyes with none other than Jisoo herself. She offers a warm smile and wave, and the innocent actions send swarms of butterflies to take flight in your stomach. After sitting there for a moment, dumbstruck by her beauty, you snap to and return the gesture, making her giggle quietly.

Huh. So that's what angels sound like, then.

She turns back to her work after a minute, flipping the page every so often as she follows along with the lesson. You take note of how her eyes dart across the materials laid out on her desk, how her fingers mindlessly flirt with the edge of her sleeve in contemplation when she gets to a question that stumps her.

Never have you ever found yourself in such inner turmoil before. The sight before you begs to be seen -- to be admired -- but class continues on. As much as you try to fight it, your resolve eventually crumbles; foreign concepts now falling on fully deaf ears, you allow yourself to be entranced.

2.) Out In The Square

A Few Hours Later

Throngs of people stretch out before you, everyone making their way to various parts of campus as the blazingly hot sun beats down on them. Some run like their lives depend on it -- likely having overslept or missed campus transit -- while others take their time, catching up with friends and gossiping all the while. The soft pfft of sprinklers set up across the sections of lawn around you can be heard, going off every so often, and occasionally they're followed by the shouts of some unfortunate people getting soaked.

"You're so lucky, Y/N," Jeong groans from behind you. A grimace sits on his face as he flips through the pages of his Trigonometry book, looking for the reference graphs again. "No more classes for the rest of the week and you don't have any more assignments to finish? Remind me again how to become a teacher's pet, please." You roll your eyes with an amused smile, leaning back on your elbows to talk to him.

"I'm not a teacher's pet, Jeong. I just do my work on time instead of partying every night." He picks up a leftover piece of bread from the picnic basket that sits to his right and tosses it at you in retaliation to your little remark.

"I don't care what you say, those parties are always epic. One of these days I'll convince you to come along."

You shake your head, knowing there's no way you'd willingly attend one of them. From his stories, all those "epic" nights consist of is ridiculously drunken beer pong, sweaty people doing jello shots, and regrets.

"Not in a million years, loser." You say adamantly, not letting him trick himself into believing he's capable of swaying you.

With one last muttered phrase of, "we'll see about that," he returns to his studies, and you turn your attention elsewhere.

Scattered light filters in through the leaves of the tree you're sitting under, wrapping you in a blanket of warmth as your eyes scan across the crowd again. The sight brings to mind an idea that always fascinates you: everyone you meet is busy creating their own stories, writing and rewriting new possibilities and endings for themselves with each new choice they make. You can hear snippets of their conversations -- see instances of some having their best days while others are living through their worst -- and it really puts things into perspective. Although we may appear as side characters in those books of life that others are writing for themselves, we have no idea what they're going through at any given moment. So, you believe, that makes it all the more important to leave a positive impact on them; whether it be a kind smile, holding the door, or even a simple compliment, you're determined to have your legacy be one rooted in kindness.

Speaking of kindness in human form…

There she is, you think to yourself, feeling that all too familiar pitter patter of your heart pick up. Jisoo exits Building C, where her latest lecture just ended, and rushes down the stairs with her books in her arms. She's studying to become an actress, as far as you know, and you can't help but smile at the thought; she'll make an amazing star someday.

You watch as she meets up with 3 other girls, whom you immediately recognize as Lisa, Rosé, and Jennie, and they eagerly bounce their way over to the refreshment truck that one of your school's clubs had been so considerate to hire. It's the perfect day for a cold treat, after all.

Jisoo's dark hair flows in the gentle breeze that rolls in, looking like silk as it rides the currents. She's gorgeous in every way, and you can't help but be smitten; besides, it's not like you're not alone in your pining. She practically has the entire student body wrapped around her finger.

"Y/N, don't forget to blink. You're staring pretty hard," Yuqi says, raising up onto her elbow beside Jeong. He laughs with her, but his eyes remain glued to the notebook paper he's scribbling his work onto.

Your eyes dart away following her statement, and you know you've been caught. "I thought you were asleep," you bite back, attempting to hide the blush of embarrassment that's quickly flooding to your cheeks.

"I was, but I guess my intuition as your best friend woke me up. It's my mission in life to tease you."

"So I've gathered," you sarcastically smile at each other, making stupid faces like always.

"You love me," she flips her hair over her shoulder, appearing self-assured with the smirk that tugs at her lips.

"Do I though? I don't know sometimes..." she socks you in the arm, making you chuckle.

"All jokes, babe. Don't pout," you pinch her cheek until she grins, and then she begins telling you all about the dream she just had.

----

Jisoo leads her gang over to one of the nearby tables, making sure to choose her seat strategically. A special someone caught her attention earlier, as they have from the moment she first laid eyes on them months ago, and she hasn't been able to fight the urge to admire them. She watches as they laugh along with something their friend said, tilting their head back as the cheerful noise rings out. She finds herself smiling along, imagining what it would be like to make them laugh like that; it's a uniquely wonderful sound, and she can't help but adore it.

They lean across the blanket they're sitting on and dig through a picnic basket, retrieving what seems to be a sandwich packaged up in plastic wrap. One of their friends exaggeratedly thanks them, tackling them to the ground in a messy hug with a shout of gratitude that even Jisoo can hear from across the square.

"Earth to Jisoo!" Jennie says, raising her voice slightly as she snaps her fingers in front of the unnie. The former jolts back to attention with a little jump, clearing her throat to gather her thoughts.

"You know, you could always go talk to him. I've heard he's sweet." She tells the other girl, noticing the look of longing that's befallen her features.

"Yeah, Joy has Art with him on Thursdays. I think his name's Jeong or something like that." Lisa butts in before taking another lick of her ice cream.

Despite being so smart, the girls are really oblivious sometimes; Jisoo wasn't looking at him at all. She was looking at you.

She doesn't know if now is the right time to tell them that, though. She hasn't officially come out to them, but she isn't afraid that they won't accept her -- she just wants that moment to be special, and sweating in the middle of the campus square doesn't seem like the golden opportunity that she's been hoping for.

"Just eat your treats, knuckleheads." She concludes, taking a spoonful of the shaved ice she opted for instead of ice cream. The truck had multiple types of treats, with all kinds of different toppings and flavorings lining the walls.

"Okay…" Rosé trails off before adding, "but don't say we didn't try to help when you start wishing you had said something later." Jisoo uses her spoon to lower the one that Rosie had raised accusingly at her, reassuring the girl that she'd be fine.

She knows it's a lie, though; as the 4 of them later toss their trash in the bins and make their way to the student council room, Jisoo sneaks a last wistful glance at you, wishing she would've had the courage to start a conversation.

3.) One Step Closer

Friday, 1:34 PM -- A Few Days Later

"Hey, Minji. How many do we have today?" You wave at what kids have already been dropped off, your presence making their little faces light up with joy.

Your coworker responds from across the room, tossing a couple stray toys into their labeled baskets to keep the space tidy. "10 or so, I think. The last ones should be arriving soon." You nod and take off your coat, setting your things in one of the small cubbies against the wall just beyond the entrance.

"Y/N!" A small voice shouts from behind the counter, hidden from view. You smile deeply when you realize who it is, and you quickly dart around the corner to say hello. His chubby hands cover his mouth, but they do little in hiding his adorable grin. "Seungbum! How's my little munchkin?!" He squeals and runs into your arms, giggling loudly when you pick him up and spin him around. His dark hair sways from side to side with the movement, the slight waves sticking out in random places. A few seconds later, he wraps his arms around your neck and pulls back to look at you, settling into your secure hold.

"Can we play when Jia gets here? I promised her I'd show her the new trick I learned, but I wanna show you, too."

You smile at the sweet sentiment. "Of course, buddy. As long as you eat well at snack time, we can play however much you want." You raise an eyebrow at him, showing your authority, before saying, "I saw you put your veggies in your pocket last time and skip to dessert, so it'd better not happen again." He lowers his head after realizing he had been caught, and a hint of redness flushes his cheeks in embarrassment.

"Okay Y/N-yah."

You tickle him to make sure he knows you aren't mad at him, and soon he's laughing again. "Now, go wash your hands and get settled at the table, please."

"Yes ma'am." His tiny sneakers squeak against the floor as he races off towards one of the lowered sinks that borders the kitchen wall, and you shake your head with a smile.

Not even a second later, you feel a soft tug at your pant leg, and you turn around to find the source.

A head of brilliantly auburn hair is the first thing you see, and its shade compliments the child's outfit perfectly. "Hi sweetheart. Are you new?" You squat down to the young girl's level, noting how she shyly toys with her fingers as they rest in front of her. She nods, the movement so subtle that you almost don't notice it.

"My name's Y/N, and that awesome lady over there," you lean closer to her and point towards your coworker, "...is Minji. You can stay with us today, or you can play with the others, okay?" She nods again, her mannerisms letting you know just how shy she really is. Gently taking one of her hands, you hold it and look at her with a reassuring smile, asking, "Will you tell me your name?"

"I'm Aera." She meekly says, only maintaining eye contact for a second or two.

"That's a beautiful name," you compliment, seeing progress as she lightly smiles at your words. "And I love your bow," you add, touching the delicate material that rests near her ear, nestled into her straight locks. It has cherry blossoms and butterflies on it, all vibrant and neatly colored.

"Thank you, I picked it out myself." She perks up a bit now, raising her head to look at you with a proud smile. "Wow, really?" You put on an impressed expression, wanting to boost her confidence even more. "You'll have to help me choose one the next time I go shopping, then. You're great at it." The praise makes her chuckle, and her eyes squint into soft crescents in the process.

After stealing a glance at the table where everyone else has already gathered, you realize that they're waiting on you to start. "Alright, Aera, it's time to grab a bite to eat. Do you want to sit with me, or are you ready to be with the others?" You tilt your head to the side, asking the question softly so she doesn't feel overwhelmed. Having had this job for a while, you've gotten the hang of adjusting your behavior to put them at ease.

"With you," she says, growing a little timid again at the idea of mingling with them yet. "That's perfectly fine." You reassure her, smiling one more time before standing and leading her to the room. Her hand remains clutched in yours, wiggling around slightly from the height difference as she looks around.

"Who's ready for some snacks?" Minji asks the group, laughing when they all raise their hands and get excited. Their high pitched voices carry around the room as they discuss what foods they want to trade with each other, and soon everyone is happily munching away. You rub Aera's back sweetly as she eats some cucumber sticks, swinging her feet through the air beneath the short chair you retrieved from the table for her. She looks up into your eyes with a smile, melting your heart with the cuteness of her full cheeks. You squish them before turning away, feeling your 6th sense kick in as you scan your eyes across the rest of the group.

"Seungbum…" you warn, catching the way he's mischievously eyeing the carrots laid out before him on the table. He pokes at one of them and sighs, eventually giving in as he takes a hesitant bite of it. With some more convincing, he finishes the rest of the pack and gets started on his dessert.

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Honestly, you feel sorry for the birds outside.

They must have had hundreds of mini heart attacks upon hearing the somehow earth-shattering roar of the 10 young kids, all blasting out the side door towards the playground. Some of them automatically race towards the swings or slides, while others approach the basket of toys and sports equipment. Aera, however, hangs back, her entire hand wrapped around just a few of your fingers. "What do you wanna do?" She shrugs, looking around at the different activities that the others are already starting.

"I can push you on the swings, or we could race. There're some monkey bars and a merry-go-round, too, that nobody's using right now." You suggest, hoping to catch her interest with one of them. Her attention snaps up to you at that last option, and she dramatically drops her jaw. "Did you say merry-go-round?" You nod with an amused grin, laughing when she lets out a cute noise of joy. After pointing her in the direction of it, she dashes off ahead of you and makes her way to it, only stopping to make sure you're still coming with her once she gets there.

"Hold on tight, little one." You advise, cheering when she giggles in anticipation. Her chuckles fill the airwaves as you spin the bar around, making sure not to pull too hard and make her too dizzy. You were once a kid, too, though, so you make it a point to add some serious speed every now and then to keep her entertained and happy. You remember playing on these all day when you were her age.

---

"Auntie!" Aera shrieks, excitedly thundering towards the fence that borders the playground. You finish cheering Seungbum on after watching his trick, grinning as he tries to flirt with Jia; she looks impressed. You turn around at Aera's commotion, feeling your eyes practically pop out of your head at who you see standing on the other side.

"How was your day, my love?" Jisoo asks sweetly, leaning over the metal divider to run a hand through her niece's hair lovingly. She still hasn't noticed your presence, and for that you don't know if you're relieved or saddened. Watching her interact with the young girl is quite adorable, though, and you're distracted from your personal gay panic for the time being.

"I've had so much fun. And Y/N-yah said she likes my hair clip! I told you this one was prettier than the one with just trees on it!" Aera says smugly, happy to have her decision pay off and prove her aunt wrong. Jisoo tenses up, not expecting to hear your name right now. Seeing that this is her first time picking Aera up, she had no idea you work at the daycare; though she'd be lying to say that it comes as a surprise -- you're a very warm person, so it's no wonder that you're good with kids.

As per Aera's request, you walk across the playground and join her in front of Jisoo. Now it's your turn to be shy; you sneak a glance at the student council president and immediately feel your cheeks heat up, so you busy yourself by patting Aera on the head. She hugs your leg and settles against your side, causing Jisoo to raise her eyebrows. "I'm impressed, Y/N. She usually doesn't open up to new people very easily."

"Ah, I'm surprised that such a cool girl like her wanted to hang out with me." You tease, tickling her side lightly when she hides behind the material of your shirt. "Do you want to come in and see what she drew today? She's definitely skilled." You suggest, trying not to sound too hopeful as you muster up the courage to look at Jisoo again. She's already smiling at you, a soft sort of adoration shining in her eyes as they rake over your features. She accepts your offer, and you walk over to the gate to let her in. Aera demands that you carry her, so you scoop her up into your arms as you make your way back into the daycare center. Her head sits on your shoulder, and you can feel her playfully making faces at Jisoo the entire way; her tiny frame jolts with each loud giggle she lets out, and the sound makes you smile.

---

"Yeah, she was my sidekick for the day." You respond to Jisoo, continuing your conversation as you watch Aera remove her drawing from the cork board that she taped it to earlier. Displaying the kids' artwork is something that you advocated for when you first began working here, and you're so glad you did; they always get excited to share their works.

"She's a lucky girl, then." She says, doing her best to ignore the feeling of your eyes on her. Focusing on anything other than you is already hard enough for her, but she knows there'd be no hope left if she gives in now.

"Y/N helped me draw this. She doodled Dalgom in the corner," Aera cheerily says, breaking the slight tension in the air as she approaches the table. Most of the other kids have already been picked up, and Minji's watching the handful that haven't.

"It's not very good," you cringe, scratching the back of your neck. You've seen him a few times since the beginning of the year, whether it be on walks across campus with Jisoo, or perched on her desk during "bring your pet to class" day.

"It's adorable; Dalgomie will be honored when I show it to him." Jisoo says with a nod, shutting down your insecurities within a second. You fail to contain the laugh that slips past your lips, disbelief present in your voice as you ask, "You're going to show him?" She looks at you like you have 3 heads. "It would be a disgrace not to."

With a breathy chuckle, you say, "You're so strange. I like it, though."

Jisoo smiles at that, and the three of you discuss all of the fun things you did that day. Jisoo tells you about the classes she had to sit through, and even how she stepped in gum and had to borrow a pair of Rosé's shoes.

---

All good things must come to an end, though, and after about half an hour of talking, it was time to say goodbye.

You lead them out the door and down the sidewalk as per Aera's request, yet again (that child is basically a mini dictator at this point, but she's cute so she gets a free pass). As she rustles around her bag in search of her keys, Jisoo accidentally knocks her earbud case out, sending it tumbling to the ground. "Oh! Here, I'll grab it for you." You kindly offer, stepping past her to retrieve it from the grass. She takes it from you with a word of gratitude uttered in that angelic voice of hers, and you begin your goodbyes upon hearing Minji call your name.

"I'll see you around, Jisoo. And Aera, I expect to see you next week." You wiggle a finger at the little girl, donning a shocked expression when she pretends to bite it. "Can't you tell we're related?" Jisoo asks with a smile, ruffling her niece's hair. "The resemblance is uncanny," you laugh, watching as both of them join in with you.

"Y/N, come on!" Minji whines, sounding like a toddler herself. You initially go to brush off her request in order to spend a few more seconds with the two of them, but when she stands in the doorway, entering your line of sight, you see why she's so desperate for your help -- two of the children still waiting on their parents are climbing on her, about to knock her over at any second. Her face is beet red from the effort she's exerting, and her hair is mussed wildly.

"Oh shhh---" you start, catching yourself when Jisoo widens her eyes at you and goes to cover Aera's ears, "--shiitake mushrooms!" You finish with a nervous smile, gaining a stunned laugh from your crush. "Bye girls; gotta go. I'm on my way, Minji!" You call out like a superhero, running to her aid as fast as your legs will carry you.

Jisoo watches you wrangle one of the squirmy kids off of her and initiate a tickle fight to distract him and give Minji time to deal with the other one. She smiles like a dork at your actions, realizing she would be content with watching you all day. You're a natural with them, and seeing you in action is something she wishes she had the chance to do more often. With that, she turns around and picks Aera up; the youngster nuzzles into her embrace, lazily slumping onto her after having such a tiring day. As Jisoo goes to take a step forward, she notices something on the ground: a piece of paper. It's been folded neatly many times, and it reminds her of the notes she would always pass to her friends back in elementary school. Her curiosity gets the better of her, and she can't resist the urge to pick it up.

"To The Girl Who'll Never Know I Love Her"

Her eyes scan across the words and she unfolds the note, making sure to keep a steady grip on Aera with her other arm. An almost unnoticeable signature is scribbled in the bottom corner, and she nearly scares Aera by squealing in pleasant surprise.

It's your name, curled into the letters that are so uniquely yours; the paper must've fallen out of your pocket when you bent down to get her case earlier.

After buckling her niece into her car seat and climbing into the driver's seat, Jisoo unfolds the note again and begins reading. She's like a giddy kid all over again, and part of her feels bad for giving into temptation. She reasons with herself by promising to give it back to you the next time she sees you, and that manages to rid her conscience of some of the guilt she feels. For now, though, she's eager to see what it contains.

The first thing to catch her eye is a poem written neatly underneath a doodle of a rabbit, likely serving as some sort of label. Everyone on campus knows of her nickname and resemblance to rabbits, and she can't help but hope that your drawing wasn't simply a coincidence.

Poison, is what you are

A bittersweet mix, intoxicatingly beautiful

For one glance from you

Steals every breath I had so foolishly believed was mine to take

For one smile from you

Sends me reeling, falling all over again

She nearly swoons at the words, rereading them multiple times over and imagining you saying them to her. She wonders how the syllables would fall from your lips, which ones you'd stress to alter the meaning into whatever you imagined when you wrote them. Whether or not they're written for her, she may never know; all she's aware of right now is how they make her feel, and how that feeling is one that she never wants to stop experiencing.

4.) Practice Makes Perfect

2 Weeks, 3 Exams, and 1 Mental Breakdown Later

"Coming!" You call out, using all of your strength to push your rolling chair away from your desk and across the room towards the door.

"Y/N L/N, at your service," you say, doing a little bow in your seat. Upon looking up to see who's in front of you, your eyes lock with the same girl who's been living in your mind rent free ever since you met her.

"Jisoo!" You announce a little louder than intended, scrambling up into a standing position before kicking the chair backwards. You wince when it collides with something behind you, filling the room with noise as a few of your knick knacks clatter to the floor. Jisoo has to fight to contain the smile on her lips, pursing them as she looks towards the ground so as to not embarrass you.

It's too late though -- you've already made a fool of yourself, and right in front of your crush, no less.

"What can I do for you?" You ask, finally relaxing your face from its previously scrunched up position.

"Are you busy right now? I have a favor to ask and you might be the only person who can help me out." Her eyebrows raise inquisitively at you, quirking up in that special way they always do when she's focusing in class.

She could ask you to do just about anything, and you'd be agreeing without hesitation; no questions asked.

"N-no, just doing a little studying is all. How can I help?" You'd normally curse yourself for sounding so shy, but she looks especially gorgeous tonight and you can't even blame yourself for it. The fluorescent bulbs of the dorm's hallway fail to even put a dent in the glow she's radiating, and that's no small feat -- those horrible little things are usually capable of making anyone look bad, and yet, once again, Jisoo manages to break the mold.

"Mrs. Choi assigned a rehearsal for me tonight, and I need a peer to score how well I do. I trust you to do it." She says, having no idea how much her words are affecting you.

Review portions of the semester are crucial to every major's success, but arguably none so much as those studying to be actors. The peer and admin reviews that they receive account for a large chunk of their grade, so you can imagine how nerve-racking it would be to put that kind of power in someone else's hands. You're touched that she trusts you with it.

"I'd love to help, Jisoo. Just curious, though: why don't you have one of the girls help? They probably know more about it than me, after all." Everyone knows how close JenChuLiChaeng are, so her decision to choose you is genuinely intriguing.

Shit. For some reason, Jisoo hadn't anticipated that you'd ask that question. The thought had never crossed her mind earlier, when she was preoccupied with convincing herself to come in the first place, so she has to think something up on the fly.

"They're all busy with work. Couldn't afford to lose any precious cramming time, you know?" She says, a hint of nervousness behind the small laugh she lets out. It's uncharacteristic for her, considering she's usually so confident all the time, but you think it's adorable.

"Ryujin's the same way," you tease, turning your head to look at your roommate. She's across the room on her bed, reading through her book as she holds her middle finger up to let you know she heard your comment. "What a sweetie," you coo, blowing a kiss at her that makes her roll her eyes and smile despite herself. She pretends to be hardcore, but after spending the past few months with her you've discovered that she's actually the human embodiment of a cinnamon roll.

"Well," you say, turning back to Jisoo, "when do you have to start?"

She pulls her sleeve back to glance at her watch before returning her gaze to you. "Gotta be back at the dorm in 10 minutes."

Your eyebrows shoot up in surprise, the inner honor student in you already panicking. "10 minutes?! It's all the way across campus, Jisoo!"

She laughs at you now, bringing a hand up to cover her mouth. "I'm kidding; we still have a couple hours. You should've seen your face, though. Priceless."

"That's no way to treat someone who practically has your grade resting in their hands." You say smugly, a little smirk playing on your lips when her jaw drops dramatically.

"You wouldn't dare," she narrows her eyes, referencing the notion that you might give her bad marks because of that little prank.

"Maybe, or maybe not. Perhaps I'll be merciful if you take me to get something to eat first."

"Food as a peace offering? Alright, I can do that."

You smile, doing a dorky little cheer at that. "Okay, I'll be right out; just give me a second to make myself look presentable."

Jisoo accepts your words with a curt nod, but she wants to tell you that you already look more than presentable. When you first opened the door earlier and she saw you in your study glasses, she couldn't help but smile like a fool; you're adorable, especially to her, and she wishes you could see that.

A couple minutes later you exit your dorm and find her leaned up against the hallway wall, her hands fidgeting in front of her. Is she nervous?

"So, where would you like to go?" You ask, pulling the thin material of your jacket over your shoulders. It's lightweight -- seeing as how the weather doesn't call for a large one -- and it feels soft against your skin.

As the two of you fall into step with each other, she responds, "It's up to you, princess. Since I'm at your mercy and all." Her smirk is visible in your peripheral.

The nickname causes your heart to flutter in your chest, thudding around even harder than it had before. "U-uh, how about the noodle place?" You suggest, trying not to cringe at the stutter in your voice. You've heard that she likes chicken and ramen, and that shop is known as the best restaurant on campus for it.

"110%. You know me so well," she says dreamily, batting her eyelashes at you with a silly smile.

"Called it," you retort, brushing your shoulder off nonchalantly. "Now come on, I'm hungry and ready to spend all of your money." Her hand slips into yours when you reach down for it, almost instinctively, feeling like it was meant to be there all along, and you tug her down the hallway towards the elevator.

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"I know! If Mr. Johnson assigns another project like that then I'll politely be jumping out a window."

Jisoo laughs at how animated you are, even having to stop chewing her mouthful of food momentarily to make sure she doesn't choke. She really loves hanging out with you; you make everything fun, and all of the stress she feels on a daily basis seems to vanish into thin air.

"I did pretty bad on that last one," Jisoo adds, grimacing as she remembers her score.

"You literally got a 93 out of 100, shut up." You shake your head with an amused smile, reaching across the table to snatch a piece of gimbap from her plate.

"Hey--" she goes to yell at you, but her phone vibrates against the table, successfully stopping her.

"Hello?" She answers, silently starting a chopstick war with you when you reach for another piece. When the person on the other end begins talking, she stops playing in order to concentrate on what they're saying.

"Did she cancel?" She asks, furrowing her brow as her lips form into a natural pout. She sighs, rubbing her temple gently as the conversation continues. "Okay, I'm out with a friend right now, but you can go ahead and head that way. We'll meet you there. Alright, love you, too. Bye."

You raise an eyebrow, wordlessly requesting info about what new plan you're being involved in. "That was my brother; the babysitter cancelled on them last minute, so we have to watch Aera for a few hours." Jisoo loves her niece dearly, but she can't deny that she wanted to spend the evening alone with you. She's afraid the little girl will steal all of your attention away, as childish as that may seem.

"You're such a good person," you compliment, only to frown when she brushes off your words. "I mean it, Jisoo. You always take care of everybody around you; it's admirable. Now take the compliment or I'll team up with Aera later and tease you."

She rolls her eyes with a smile, saying, "You're gonna do that regardless."

"That's not the point," you pout, stomping your foot on the ground lightly.

"Fine; tis I, Jisoo, the greatest person in all of existence. Happy now?"

"Ecstatic." You beam at her, returning back to your cheery self. "I'll go grab some boxes for us, okay?" She nods, and you scurry off on your mission.

----

Back At Jisoo's Dorm

Images flash across the large, flatscreen TV mounted to the wall across from you, displaying scenes of whatever cartoon the network decided to air right now. Aera isn't being picky; she's content with sitting in your lap, mindlessly fidgeting with the necklace that loosely dangles from your neck as she remains entranced by the screen. Your arms are around her to make her feel secure, and her small frame racks against you with every sweet giggle she lets out anytime a new joke is told by one of her favorite characters.

Jisoo observes from the kitchen, leaning back against the countertop to settle in while she waits for Aera's favorite snack to heat up. She watches as you point to various things on the TV, having her name the ones she knows and teaching her others that she doesn't.

She loves seeing you like this. You're beaming in that special way that sets her heart on fire, and the flames are only fanned when you turn to look at her. Somehow, the sight reminds her of the first time she met you:

It was orientation week -- the beginning of the school year -- and you were taking a tour around campus with some of your friends. You were lucky to have them; you'd only kept in contact with a handful of people from high school, knowing full well that most of those relationships were only rooted in superficiality, never meant to last. But this motley crew was different; they saw you for you, and all of you genuinely enjoyed each other's company. It didn't have the same air of awkward tension as the fake friendships had -- this was real and honest, and you thanked your lucky stars for them on the daily.

All of you had managed to get into your dream schools, and the reality was bittersweet; you'd all be moving away from each other and beginning your own lives, having less and less time for each other in the process. You were beyond proud of them, and yourself, for that matter, but it still hurt to think that they wouldn't be just a few blocks away anymore. That you couldn't just swing by their house to go on a late night drive through the city like you used to. As exciting as your new experiences were bound to be, part of you was terrified; your life up until now had been fairly safe, creating a little security blanket to protect you from all that life had in store, but now you were on your own and the idea was a bit daunting. The memories you made together comforted you, though, and kept the sadness at bay.

"Dude, this place is sick. How did you manage to make it in again?"

"Because she's smart, dumbass. We should be asking you that question."

"Ouch, (Friend's Name), that hurt."

"Do you still have those chips from earlier? I'm starving over here."

"Yeah, here, they're in my bag."

Pockets of separate conversations can be heard from behind you, all of your friends chatting away while you walk ahead of them, map and schedule in hand. The campus is fairly large, and with so many buildings and classrooms it's easy to get confused. You continue walking, running a finger along the map to trace the path you intend to take towards the Help Center.

In your preoccupied state, you don't even realize that you're headed straight for a trash can that sits on the sidewalk, mere seconds away from colliding with it.

A passerby notices just in the nick of time, reaching an arm out in front of you to prevent the accident with a noise of warning. You tense up, not expecting the sudden interruption, and look up into the eyes of your savior. Her dark orbs peer back at you, an innocent gleam in them when she sees your lips slowly tug into a smile.

She mirrors your actions, neither of you saying anything yet. You couldn't utter a word even if you wanted to; her beauty leaves you speechless.

"That was close," she says quietly, only to you. Your friends have almost caught up with you now, still busy with their own conversations, though they'll tease you once they see a gorgeous stranger's arm wrapped around you.

"Thank you," you breathe out, clearing your throat as you take a step away from her.

"Ooh, who's this, Y/N?" One of your friends coos, garnering a chorus of childish "oohs" and kissy noises from the others. Why are they so obnoxious?

You apologetically glance at the girl one more time before turning around to respond to them, but she speaks up before you can.

"Kim Jisoo." She introduces, facing them with a wide smile. It's easy to see that she's done this before; her tone is pleasant and light, not even a hint of hesitancy in it. She's used to being the center of attention; you can tell by the way she carries herself and commands the space.

"I see you guys are taking a tour, right?" She looks between all of you, though her eyes linger on you for a second too long to be brushed off as 'just friendly'.

You nod, saying, "I can't find my last class. It's a Gen Ed one; World History, room 435. The map says it's in Complex D, but the room was vacant when we went by."

She listens intently, paying attention to your every word. "They must've handed out the old maps by accident, then. Mr. Johnson had to move rooms to accommodate larger class sizes. When do you have him?"

You unfold your schedule again, gazing down at the slightly crumpled sheet until your eyes find their target. "Tuesdays and Thursdays, 1PM."

Upon registering what you said, Jisoo does her best to contain the grin that threatens to spread across her face. "Ah, same as me! I can take you to the room, if you'd like. That way you can find it next week." She offers, pleased by the fact that she'll be seeing you more often. Your cute mannerisms have already thrown her for a loop, and she wants to get to know you better.

"That would be great." You let out a relieved laugh, releasing the worry you felt; tours are meant to end within 20 minutes or so, and before Jisoo came you were afraid you'd never find your last class. She's saving the day again, it seems.

"Great, follow me," she smiles warmly, placing a gentle hand on the small of your back to turn you in the right direction. When you give your friends one last glance over your shoulder, you find them giving you thumbs up with smirks on their faces. One of them puckers their lips at you, and you stick your tongue out in return.

You're not sure what they'll end up doing while you finish your tour, though it'll likely involve either skating or eating fast food. They have each other to keep themselves entertained, so you're not worried about them in the slightest. You make a mental note to text them when you're done to meet up again.

Jisoo smiles like an idiot when she realizes what's happening behind her, failing miserably to hide it when you spin back around and give your full attention to her.

"What?" You ask, leaning in closer to her to nudge her shoulder when she looks away, blushing.

"Nothing," she shakes her head, only to be prompted by you again. "You're just cute, is all."

You have to use all your power to hold back the squeal you want to let out at hearing that. Kim Jisoo, as you now know her to be, thinks you're cute? You must be dreaming.

"That's funny, I don't remember turning into a mirror."

"Yah, babo!" She chuckles, not expecting that as she smacks the back of your head with no real force. The two of you share a laugh and continue talking while you make your way to the room.

Beeping sounds from the microwave bring Jisoo back down to Earth, causing the pleasant memory to fade more and more with every incessant signal that cuts through the air. She grabs a couple heat guards and approaches the machine, carefully opening the steaming package and pouring its contents into a big, shareable bowl. Though it may be Aera's favorite food, she'd be damned to not make enough for the two of you as well. After all, keeping her entertained will take plenty of energy.

"Did this princess order one heaping bowl of popcorn or am I at the wrong castle?" Jisoo plays, padding into the room with a bright smile on her face as she looks over at her niece. The smell of her snack snaps Aera back to reality, making her eyes light up with pure joy as she leaps off of your lap and runs to Jisoo. She wraps her arms around her legs, thanking her in that sweet little voice of hers as she gazes up at her aunt with stars in her eyes.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She chants, wiggling her body around in excitement. She lets go when Jisoo goes to walk to the couch, following close behind her like an eager puppy.

She approaches you again, making grabby hands for you to lift her onto your lap even though she's more than capable of getting up there by herself. Nevertheless, you pull her up with a humored grin, watching as she puts her hands in her lap and patiently waits for the two of you to get a bite first. Her ability to follow manners is commendable, though the slight twitch of her lip when she gets a whiff of the food is pretty adorable.

"Dig in," you say around your mouthful of food, locking eyes with Jisoo when Aera jumps at the opportunity to follow your instructions. You never have to tell her twice when it comes to food.

"Yep, definitely related."

Jisoo laughs at your comment, reaching over top of Aera to flick you in the forehead. She shrugs at your pained exclamation, uttering a nonchalant "Sorry, not sorry," as the two of you crack up together.

----

"Y/N, how the hell did you manage to do that?" Jisoo whispers, not bothering to censor herself when she sees Aera fast asleep in your arms. It's not like she could hear her anyway.

"She was already kinda tired when she got here; I just made sure to get that last little bit of energy out with the games. Have you forgotten that I know a thing or two about kids?" You tease, turning to her with a smile when you finish walking up the short staircase.

"You don't understand: usually it takes us hours to settle her down. She's just a totally different person around you."

"Must be my awesomeness."

"Hmm, must be," Jisoo hums, quietly opening her bedroom door for you and watching as you carefully lay Aera down. You tuck her under the blankets with care, making sure to brush the hair out of her face and adjust her pillow a bit. Jisoo leans against the doorframe, adding the scene before her to her list of reasons for loving you. Seeing you in such a domestic situation gives her baby fever, and she has to push the persistent feeling away.

"Ready?" You whisper with one last look over your shoulder, giving Jisoo your undivided attention once you confirm that Aera's alright.

"Let's do it," she says, pulling the door to but not latching it. The two of you will be in the living room, just down the hall, and you want to be able to hear her in case she needs something. So responsible.

You take in the dorm as Jisoo leads you towards your destination, amazed at how much bigger it is than yours and Ryujin's. This one has separate rooms equipped with their own personal bathrooms, a decent kitchen, and, of course, a living area. Clearly, having ties to the school and being president of the student council come with some major perks. Your socked feet pad against the hardwood floor, and you close what little distance is left between Jisoo and yourself to press your body against her back, wrapping your arms around her. She lets out a little noise of surprise, but doesn't protest; she tucks one of her hands into your clasped ones and uses the other to rub your forearm.

A few moments later you plop down onto the couch and get comfortable on the cushions. Jisoo digs around in her bag that leans against the tv stand, searching for the script of her upcoming production. Her shirt rides up slightly, giving you a perfect view of her beautifully sculpted stomach, and her skin looks ethereal as it glows in the soft lamplight of the room. Embarrassed for admiring her in such a way, you avert your gaze, failing to notice how she subtly bites her lip as she approaches you; she planned that little show, and it worked.

"Okay, so here's the scoring sheet," she hands you a semi-formal looking paper, along with a pencil and clipboard to use as a stabilizer. "I'll be reading from the first few pages on my own, but I was wondering if you'd fill in for the male lead for some of the other parts? It's a lot easier to get into character if I have someone's energy to feed off of."

You smile at how cute she sounded with her little rambled request, and nod. "Of course, Jisoo. I doubt I'll be any good, though." She releases a sigh at that, happy to have you agree; her plan is coming along nicely, but there's always room for things to go wrong.

"I'm sure you're better than you think."

"Stop sucking up, Chu. Flattery won't make me raise your grade," you warn, pointing the pencil at her sternly. Your tone sends a shiver down her spine, though it goes unnoticed by you.

"Let's just get started." She concludes, doing her best to keep from getting too flustered under your already watchful eye.

----

Her show is well underway, caught somewhere towards the end of act two, and you're enthralled by the performance she's giving. The paper that once rested in your lap is marked up with comments of praise and proud annotations to accompany your high scoring, though now it lays forgotten about on the coffee table, serving no purpose any longer. You finished all of the required sections necessary for your peer review, and now you're just enjoying the journey that Jisoo is continuing to take you on.

You look back up into her eyes after reading off the lines of the character you're filling in for, looking completely unskilled next to the pure talent that she's exuding. She stands from the couch, looking down at you with an exasperated expression as she remains in character.

"You don't get it!" She raises her voice slightly, though not loud enough to wake Aera. Even while in the intense mindset she has to be in for her character, she keeps one foot in the reality of this world, making sure to behave appropriately.

"Enlighten me, then." You stand and retort, shifting a bit closer to her after reciting your line.

"Only when I'm with you do I feel true happiness. Your kind eyes bring me comfort like no other; I'm safe in your arms. For you, my love," she pauses, her eyes brimming with tears from the emotional words she's spent so much time rehearsing. "...there isn't a thing in this world that I wouldn't do." Your breath is held tightly in your throat, and your hands subconsciously grip onto the material of your jeans.

Only now do you realize how close the two of you have migrated to one another; she's merely a breath away, so close you can feel the warmth radiating from her. You swallow thickly, feeling your nerves come alive with every second that passes in heated silence, neither of you knowing what to do now. You've lost the desire to read your next line, and she doesn't seem too upset by that fact. Her eyes slowly scan over your features, and the lovesick look in them makes you question if she's still in character or slipping out of it.

After her gaze darts down to your lips and she licks her own without even realizing it, you seriously begin hoping for the latter of the two options.

She searches your face for any sign of refusal as she leans in closer, now bringing her arms up to wrap around your waist and lightly ball the material of your shirt up into her fists. Your hands rest on her shoulders, and you glide your fingertips over her jawline. A singular nod is the last form of consent that you give her before she pulls you closer.

Her lips ghost over yours, receiving some of the vanilla balm you applied earlier; her breath hitches when you tug at the collar of her university sweater, teasingly taking her bottom lip between your teeth. She wants to savor this moment, so she fights against her urge to dive right in and get lost in you.

Within seconds, she's kicking herself for that decision.

"Auntie? Y/N?" Aera calls sleepily from just around the corner, making the two of you spring away from each other. When she appears less than a second later, you realize how close you had been to getting caught. Jisoo refuses to meet your gaze when you look towards her, and that simple action disheartens you a bit.

"Hey, sweetheart. Bad dream?" You ask, using your inference skills after noticing the way that she's clutching her stuffed bunny close to her chest. Her lip trembles as she nods, and the sight breaks your heart. Quickly, you pick her up again, assuring her that she's safe and that you'd slay any monster that dared to hurt her, even in her dreams. A small smile tugs at her lips, and she brings a fist up to rub her eye. "How about this: I'll do a quadruple check of the room for you, and stay with you until you fall asleep. Sound good?"

She utters a tired, "Yes, Y/N-yah", before laying her head on your shoulder and waving a goodbye towards Jisoo as you take her back to the room.

Four sweeps of the room and one fight with a ghost later, you tuck her in again and lay a sweet kiss to her forehead. "Love you," she mumbles lazily, making your heart melt. Kids say that phrase quickly, without even realizing the weight that it has, but you're always glad to accept whatever they imagine it to be. Whether she loves you for playing with her, tucking her in, or defending her honor against imaginary monsters, you don't really care all that much -- she loves you in the ways that she knows how, and that's all that matters.

"I love you, too, Aera. Sleep well." You tuck a piece of hair behind her ear and settle against the wall, prepared to come through on your promise.

----

"Hey," you start, albeit a bit awkwardly.

"Hey," Jisoo returns, pushing her leftovers from the restaurant around her plate half-heartedly. You approach the marble countertop that she sits behind, silently begging for her to look up at you.

"Should we talk about earlier?" You quietly ask, picking at imaginary imperfections on the surface of the countertop.

"What about it?"

"We practically kissed--"

"It was in the script to do so, Y/N." She says, finally looking up at you. She sounds a bit hostile now, like she's getting defensive for some unknown reason.

"Oh," the simple utterance is all you can manage, seeing as how your brain is running a mile a minute. You want to ask if it meant anything else to her -- if she would've taken it farther, had Aera not walked in -- but you don't. Her tone serves as enough of an answer, and you're not sure you could stand to hear her verbalize your fears anyway.

"Well I guess I should go, then." You retract your hand and put it in your pocket, realizing how stupid you were for thinking she could like you back. She doesn't; she was just in need of a helping hand tonight, and you offered that. You shouldn't have tried to turn it into anything that it wasn't.

Hearing the disappointment in your voice makes her want to confess right then and there, but something still holds her back -- some force is yelling at her to keep her feelings hidden for fear of rejection. "I can drive you."

You shake your head. "Nah, it's okay. I'll have Ryujin come get me. You can't leave Aera here and I wouldn't want to have to wake her up just for you to drive me across campus." Jisoo agrees, realizing that she didn't even think about that at first.

"Goodnight, Jisoo." You say, heading off towards the front door. She returns the gesture, reminding you to be safe as she locks it behind you and watches you dial up your roommate's number. Before long, she pulls into one of the parking spaces in front of the dorm, and the two of you drive away.

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galactic-magick · 4 years ago

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Remember Me: Agnes/Agatha Harkness x Reader

Request: Ok so I have this idea for a wandavision fic. Agatha had a wife prior to westview, and the wife comes looking for her and gets zapped into the hex. The wife loses all memories prior to westview so when she sees Agnes for the first time she’s like head over heels in love with her all over again. Agnes of course absolutely recognizes her and remembers everything and decides to woo her wife into marrying her again. Of course shenanigans ensue. Also Agatha doesn’t want to just give her wife’s memories back cause she wants to protect her. I also think the wife’s personality is pretty opposite to Agnes’s, I see her as more quite and innocent, but still bubly and positive. I know this is a lot lol but I just think it would make a great fanfic!

Summary: You and Agatha have been married for years, but a rough fight causes you to take a break for a while. When you’re ready to try again you go looking for her, but accidentally get sucked into the hex in the process and lose all your memories.

Words: 3.6k+

Warnings: spoilers, some angst

Author’s Notes: This fic got pretty long cuz I just kinda ran with this amazing idea, hope you enjoy!

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You feel…lost.

It’s as if something was at the tip of your tongue, something extremely important was on your mind a few minutes ago, but you can’t think of it for the life of you.

You’ve always struggled with directions, so you know you probably took a wrong turn. You remember driving into a town called Westview, and you’re pretty sure you’re here now, but your mind feels fuzzy. You can’t recall anything that happened to you before driving here. Your body feels like it got ripped apart and put back together, if that’s even possible.

You try your best to shrug off your concerns, and you start to feel more and more at home here. You know what, you have been here your whole life. You grew up here, you have friends here, and you never want to leave.

Despite that, though, you have no idea where your house is. You drive around, searching for anything that looks familiar, to no avail.

You see a woman picking some flowers outside, so you pull over and get out to talk to her.

“Good afternoon!” you wave. “I don’t believe we’ve met, I’m Y/N,”

“Hello!” she smiles. “I’m Wanda. Are you one of my neighbors?”

“Oh, um, yeah! I’m in the neighborhood,” you nod. “Those flowers are beautiful. Is there a special occasion?”

“Yes, actually! It’s me and my husband’s anniversary today! I’m planning a romantic evening to surprise him when he gets home. One of my other neighbors gave me some ideas and tips,” she laughs. “Oh there she is again!”

You turn around to look at the house next door, and see the most beautiful human being you’ve ever seen in your life. There’s something familiar about her, like a distant memory. She waves at Wanda, but when she sees you she stares. She can’t take her eyes of you, like she’s seeing a ghost.

“Agnes! Come here a second!” Wanda calls her over. “This is Y/N, she also lives around here. Have you met?”

“Oh…”

She’s wearing a gorgeous yet simple plaid dress, and her smile is captivating. There’s a gleam in her eyes that’s magical, and you find yourself falling a little too hard for someone you just met. You’re not usually the type to lay your heart down so quickly, but something about her is different.

“Oh, no! I don’t think we have!” Agnes snaps out of her trance and shakes your hand. “I’m Agnes,”

“Y/N,”

“Lovely to meet you,” she momentarily turns her attention back to Wanda. “Now, is there anything else you need for tonight? Extra candles, more magazines, makeup?”

“Some more candles would be amazing, thank you,”

“Great, I’ll drop them off in a bit,” Agnes glances at you again. “Would you like me to walk you home, darlin?”

“Sure,” you start walking together down the sidewalk. “I’m sorry if this is weird, but I feel like I know you from somewhere,”

“Do you now?”

“Maybe you just have one of those faces,” you sigh. “Anyway, I honestly can’t remember where my house is. I’ve always been bad with directions,”

“Did you just move here recently?”

“Maybe?” you scratch your head. “I…think I’ve always been here, but maybe I left and came back. Is it weird that I can’t remember?”

“Not at all,” she smiles. “Is this it?”

You look, and there’s a house just a few down from Wanda’s that you can almost swear wasn’t there before. But it looks like home, it looks familiar.

“Yes! This is it!” you race up to the door, and find a key that fits perfectly in your pocket. “How’d you know this was mine?”

“I just had a feeling,” she says.

“Well, thank you very much,” you reply, about to close the door.

“Wait,”

“Hmm?”

“Would you like to get some ice cream tomorrow?”

You nod, a bit surprised she’s so interested in you, “Sure,”

You meet up again at the ice cream parlor the next day, and you’re shocked when you get there that Agnes has already ordered your favorite, and a couple scoops are in your grasp within a few minutes.

You sit down together and start eating it, “How’d you know this was my favorite?”

“Oh…um, you just seem like that kind of gal?” she takes a spoonful of her own.

When you’re both done, you take a walk around town, waving to other people you think you’ve seen in the neighborhood. It feels a little strange that you’re hanging out with Agnes for hours as if you’ve been friends for years, but at the same time it feels so right. It’s almost like she knows everything about you already, yet everything is still a mystery.

Later in the afternoon you attend the talent show together, and you find yourself laughing especially at Wanda and her husband Vision’s performance. Some of their tricks fool you enough into thinking they might be real, but how could they be? Magic is all just a trick on the eyes, isn’t it?

You say goodbye to everyone and turn in for the night, and you have a strange dream.

Agnes is there, but she looks different. Older? Younger? You’re not sure.

She smiles at you, and takes your face in her hands. She presses a kiss to your lips, and doesn’t let you go until you can’t breathe.

You continue to see snippets of you and her together, each time in a different place, maybe even a different era. You’re happy, it seems, the love is deep and strong, something so good you didn’t think it could exist.

Until the last one.

You’re yelling at each other, but you can’t make out the words, not even your own. You can almost feel tears streaming down your cheeks, and Agnes takes her bags and leaves. You fall on the couch, completely miserable. You can’t tell what happened, but the aching in your chest is enough to tell it was the worst thing you’ve ever experienced.

When you wake up the next morning, you don’t remember anything.

The world is now in color, but you honestly can’t recall what it looked like yesterday, so it doesn’t seem strange to you.

You get a call from Wanda telling you she’s pregnant, and you congratulate her excitedly. She asks you to keep it under wraps except for close friends, which makes sense since it’s so early on.

Even though you have plenty of time before the baby arrives, you decide to go out to the store and pick out some stuff you could give her. You’ve never had children of your own so you’re not sure exactly what she’d need, but you know the basics, like clothes, teething toys, and blankets.

You look through the racks and piles, picking out a few things you think would be cute.

“Don’t tell me you’re pregnant now too, hun,”

You jump, and you see Agnes behind you.

“Oh! Agnes, hi!” you exhale quickly. “No, no, I’m not. I’m just picking up some things for Wanda. Maybe we could plan her a little baby shower or something?”

“I’m just kidding, hun. And that’s a great idea!” she pushes her cart forward a bit. “I’ll catch up with you later, okay?”

You nod as she hurries away.

As you’re walking home, you see Agnes chatting with one of your other neighbors, Herb. You don’t particularly hear or care what they’re saying, but you stop in your tracks when you see something purple coming out of Agnes’s fingers.

Herb’s eyes roll back for a moment, and then they carry back on in conversation. After a few minutes Vision runs out of the house and talks to them a bit, then they all go their separate ways.

Maybe you were just seeing things, but something about that interaction was really weird.

You catch up with Agnes down the street, saying hello and asking how she is. She doesn’t seem to know you saw what happened, so you decide to ask yourself.

“What was that purple stuff coming out of your hands?”

“What?” she chuckles, scoffing as if you’re crazy. “What are you talking about?”

“I was walking by Wanda’s house earlier and I saw you talking to Herb, and there was something coming out of your hands. Maybe it was just weird light or reflections or something-“

“Oh, yes, that must be it,” she pats your shoulder. “Say, how about we grab some dinner or something?”

“Really?”

She raises a hand and strokes your head and hair, and it feels like a wave of calm rushes over you. She murmurs some words you can’t understand, and you forget what you were going to say.

“What was that for?” you giggle, cheeks flushing a bit at her tender touch.

“Oh, there was just something stuck in your hair, dear,”

“Agnes,” you say, after taking the last bite of your dinner. You’ve had a wonderful night, you don’t think you’ve smiled and laughed so much in your life, and she makes your heart feel like it’s transcending to peak happiness.

“Hmm?”

“I really love hanging out with you,” you’re too nervous to say the actual words you want to say, and you desperately hope she understands.

“I love hanging out with you too,” she reaches for your hand. “I’ve missed you,”

You cock your head, “What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing,” she laughs. “It’s just…been awhile since I’ve had someone in my life that I care about so much,”

You sigh as she squeezes your hand, “Do you believe in soulmates?”

“I might,” she grins. “Why?”

“I just…I know it’s so weird, but I feel like there’s something between us that’s beyond our control, you know?” you talk fast, hoping getting all the words out quickly will help you to say what you’ve wanted to say since you first met. “Maybe we were together in another life, another universe, I don’t know, it’s just…it’s not just me, right?”

She shakes her head, and you can almost see a tear in her eye, “No, it’s not just you,” she kisses the palm of your hand. “I wish I could tell you everything, I really do,”

“What do you mean?”

“But I can’t,” she stands up and waves her hand in front of your face, all memories of your conversation slipping from your mind. “It’s for your own protection sweetheart, I promise. Once I figure out how all this is happening, we can be together again,”

Agnes walks you home that night, but you don’t want to leave. You’ve had such a wonderful time with her, and you can’t bear for it to end.

“Do you want to come inside?” you ask.

“Oh, honey, I don’t think I should,” she laughs.

“Please,” you beg. “Just for a little bit? I have some tea and cookies,”

“Alright,” she sighs. “Just for a little bit,”

You start boiling the water and arrange some cookies on a plate as Agnes sits down on the couch.

“What kind would you like?”

“I’ll take anything,” she says.

You return with a cup and plate for her and plop down on the cushion, “You know I should probably apologize,”

“For what, dear?”

“I just feel like I’ve been a bit forward, which is weird since I’m normally super reserved and shy, but I just feel so comfortable with you, ya know?” you sip your tea. “I feel like I’ve said or done something wrong. I can’t remember what, but I definitely did,”

“Oh darling, no,” Agnes shakes her head. “You’re perfect,”

“Really?”

“Yes, just as you always have been,” she lifts your chin and leans in, capturing your lips. “My everything,”

You never knew what head over heels felt like until now.

You wake up smiling, barely able to contain your emotions. You kissed Agnes last night. You kissed Agnes last night.

You. You did.

You head over to Wanda’s that morning, wanting to meet the twins and give your gifts. When you walk in they’re crying very loudly and Wanda and Vision look stressed out of their minds.

“Hey, Wanda!” you give her a hug. “Baby troubles?”

“Yeah, they just…won’t stop crying,” she sighs in exhaustion.

“Do you need any help?” you ask. “Also, I got you some stuff,” you hand her the gift bag.

“Oh! Thank you so much!” she smiles in appreciation. “And yeah, could you? I’ve tried everything, but if you have any ideas on how to calm them down go for it,”

You start to rock the cradles a bit, when you hear the doorbell ring.

“Hiya kids!” Agnes strolls in. “Hey hun,” she winks at you.

“Oh Agnes!” Wanda says, relieved to have yet another person to help with the situation. “Oh, Y/N, could you actually grab some milk for them? There’s some formula on the counter in the kitchen,”

“Yeah, sure!” you smile at Agnes, your heart pounding a bit before you turn around to make the milk.

As you’re stirring, you hear Vision escalate into a panic, and then it falls mysteriously silent.

“Do you want me to take that again?” you hear Agnes say.

What?

“You want me to hold the babies, should we just take it from the top?”

You hear Wanda laugh and the conversation continues on normally. You finish mixing up the milk and head toward the living room, but you meet Agnes running in to look for some liquor.

“Agnes! What do you think you’re doing?” you whisper.

“What do you mean? I’m just trying to help with the kids, just like you!”

“Yeah, but, you’re acting really weird,” you shake your head, staring at her in disbelief. “What were you talking about in there? Taking it from the top? What does that even mean?”

“Oh, honey, don’t worry. I’m just a little jazzed up today!” she kisses your cheek.

“Y/N! AGNES! The kids are gone!” Wanda gasps.

You rush in, and all of your turn around towards the stairs to see two definitely not baby boys in front of you.

“Ah, kids. You can’t control ‘em, no matter how hard you try,” Agnes chuckles, taking a sip of her drink.

Are you the only one that finds it strange that the twins randomly grew older right in front of you?

That evening you go on another date with Agnes. She doesn’t bring up anything that happened this morning, but she does mention the tragedy of Wanda’s family’s dog passing away. You feel awful, especially since they got him recently.

For the most part it’s a normal date, you’re still very much in love with her and you have an amazing time.

But by the end of it when you’re heading back home, the eerie feeling returns, and you can’t keep ignoring it. You need answers, and you need them now.

“Something’s not right here, Agnes,” you observe. “Everyone here acts weird, especially Wanda and Vision, and even you sometimes. I don’t get it,”

“Darling-“

“No!” you snap. “Every single time I’ve brought up feeling weird with you or in this town in general you distract me so I forget about it. You know something Agnes, I can tell you do. Why won’t you be honest with me? If we’re gonna do this relationship thing, we need to be honest with each other,”

She takes a deep breath, “I can’t,”

“Why not?”

“I can’t now, but I will,” she says. “This weekend, Halloween. Meet me at my house and I’ll tell you and show you everything,”

“Do you promise?”

“Yes, I promise,” she nods, then leans in to kiss you. “I just have to do a few more things first,”

She walks away.

You stand outside her house on Halloween just as she asked, dressed in a cheap witch costume you found in your closet.

“Oh, look at us!�� Agnes opens the door, eyeing you up and down and grinning. “We match!”

You laugh as she takes you hand and leads you to her car.

Before she pulls out, she turns to you, a glaze of fear in her eyes.

“Are you sure you want to know everything?”

“Yes,” you nod.

“Okay,” she presses down the pedal and drives.

She passes by all the familiar streets, into the neighborhoods you’ve never seen. There’s people outside that are barely moving, and the farther you go, the more frozen they become. It begins to scare you a bit, but you trust Agnes to explain everything to you when you get to your destination.

She finally stops the car at the last stop sign on the edge of town, and everything ahead looks like an empty field.

“You don’t remember how you got to Westview, do you?” she asks.

“No,” you shake your head. “I think I’ve been here a while, but my past is fuzzy,”

“But somehow you have memories of me?”

“I…” you search your thoughts. “I felt like I recognized you when we first met, yeah. But I don’t think they were actually memories,” you look into her eyes. “Why, do you think they’re real memories or something?”

“I know they are,”

“You mean, we were together before?”

“Yes,” she nods, and her gaze falls to the floor, unable to look at you. “But it didn’t end well. I made a lot of mistakes, and you asked me to leave, so I did. I’ve been all over the place, and I ended up here. Then all of a sudden, you were here too,”

You can’t believe what you’re hearing, “How come I don’t remember any of that?”

“Wanda created and controls this town. She wiped and changed your memories,”

“Wanda?” you scoff. “How would she even do that? And even if someone could do that, why would they? She’s so nice, you really think she’s controlling me?”

“I don’t know how she’s doing it, that’s what I’m trying to find out. But I know it’s her. She’s the only other magical being in this town, and she got her powers from an infinity stone. Maybe it’s just that, maybe she’s a mutant, maybe it’s chaos magic, I don’t know. But she’s the one,”

You shake your head, almost giggling at how ridiculous it sounds, “Agnes, no, you’re not making any sense. Magic? Infinity stones? Mutants? Are you serious? Come on, just tell me the truth,”

“I am telling you the truth,”

“Stop lying to me!” you storm out the car door, walking back towards town. Agnes calls after you, but you keep going. “I can’t be with you if all you’re going to tell me is complete bullshit!”

“Y/N!”

Your feet lift off the ground and you spin around, flying through the air towards her. You scream, and you see that same purple smoke coming out of her fingers that you saw before. She pulls you against her, one arm wrapped around your waist and another cradled around your head.

“It’ll all make sense now, sweetheart,”

She whispers a spell and all the memories flood back into your mind. Your real first meeting, your first kiss, your first date. Your wedding day, your first house. You see every moment, the good and the bad, the way she looked at you like you’re an angel every single day. You relive every anniversary, every holiday together, every tradition you shared, and finally the last moments together, and the day you decided you wanted your beloved wife back.

“Agatha?” you whisper.

“Yes,” she crashes her lips to yours, taking in everything she loves, everything she missed. You wrap your arms around her neck, kissing her deeply, a smile escaping every so often. You don’t care that it’s messy, you don’t care if your teeth get in the way, you’re in love and you never want to let her go again.

“I’m so sorry, darling,” she exhales, breathless.

“No, I’m sorry,” you say between more kisses. “I can’t live without you Agatha. I can’t,”

“It’s okay, we’re together again,” she slithers her fingers into your hair.

“But what now?” you wipe your teary eyes. “If you’re right about Wanda using magic to control everything, what do we do?”

“I’ve been dropping clues to make Vision suspicious, and I’ve been trying to get her to crack,” she says. “I have a feeling she might make it all crumble on her own. If it’s chaos magic like I think it is, it’s unpredictable and she might lose control if she keeps it up much longer,”

“Do you…think she’s doing it on purpose?”

“She has some consciousness of it, yes, but I don’t think she’s trying to hurt anyone,” Agatha replies. “But at the same time, I don’t think she’d hesitate to hurt anyone either if someone threatened her,”

“Oh,” you fall back in her arms a bit so you can look up at her. “How come you didn’t return my memories when we first met again?”

“I wanted to protect you. I was afraid you might get targeted if Wanda found out you remembered who you are, I doubt she’d hurt you but I couldn’t risk it,” she runs her thumb along your cheek. “Plus I thought it might be fun to fall in love with you all over again,”

You laugh, “It was kind of fun,”

She pulls you in for another kiss, “I love you, sweetheart,”

“I love you too,”

She holds you close, making up for all the lost time. You’re not sure what will happen or what you’ll have to deal with next, but you’ll do it together. Always, no matter what.

#agatha harkness x reader #agnes x reader #agatha harkness #agnes #wandavision #wandavision x reader #wandavision spoilers

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bunnys-lovely-imagines · 4 years ago

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Requesting something with a female classmate!crush who first meets the Reader through a class seating chart placing them next to each other. Slow burn friendship-to-romance if possible? Like snippets of their budding relationship over the years, from junior high/middle school into high school. Thank you so much!

Thanks for the request!

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You’re still kind of amazed that this is real. You’ve dreamt of this moment for so long now, but here she finally was in your arms. There was no ambiguity or confusion like maybe there had been in the past. You’d finally gotten the courage to ask her to be your girlfriend, and she’d actually agreed! You inhale the sweet smell of her shampoo as her soft hair brushes against the side of your neck when she nestled closer to you, and you find yourself lost in a dreamy reverie, wondering to yourself how you finally got to this perfect moment.

You first met her in middle school. It was a new school, and most of your friends from elementary school had gone to different schools, or were at least in different classes. She was in your home room class and sitting in the seat next to yours. You’d always thought she was pretty, but at that time, you barely knew what it meant to be attracted to someone or have a crush on someone.

The two of you hit it off right away. She was a bit different than other girls in your year. She had a similar sense of humor as you, and it seemed like you guys were on the same wavelength most of the time. You couldn’t help but smile when you remembered the time the teacher called on her right as she’d knocked a bunch of stuff off her desk. She was so flustered, she didn’t know the answer to the question, so you scribbled the answer down on a scrap of paper, knocked it to the floor, and then picked it up and handed it to her saying “Here, you dropped this.”

Your 12 year old self thought you were so smooth until, after she answered the question, the teacher looks at you and says “Very good, y/n.” And claps slowly before adding “Next time, let’s let c/n figure it out herself, please.” The rest of the class glances your way, and you hear whispers and giggles. You thought you’d never live down your humiliation, but it was soon forgotten.

That moment had lead to a few laughs with her though, and ultimately, she was grateful. She even thanked you after class despite some other girls in your class asking her if she was embarrassed and had even said that they would have been mad if someone thought they were so stupid that they needed to be given the answer like some kind of baby. It was all middle schooler drama though, and both of you just did your best to ignore it.

You remember the first time she invited you to hang out. She was having a birthday party, and she’d felt nervous about asking you to come over, but you couldn’t hide your excitement, and it seemed to make her super happy. You asked her and everyone in your class what she wanted and what other people were getting her. You ended up probably spending way more than you should have on the gift you got her - It was at least six months’ allowance - but you also remember how her eyes lit up when she opened your gift. Aside from that, the birthday party was just a lot of fun. Some other kids from your school were there as well as some people you didn’t know at the time, but once she introduced you, you all were fast friends. You played games, ate way too much, and chatted late into the evening. You remember feeling like you had to go home way too early, but as you left, she gave you a big hug for the first time and thanked you for coming.

It wasn’t long before going over to her house for movie nights and study sessions became a regular thing. Once your parents/guardians got to know each other, they were comfortable with the two of you hanging out. And when you each got your own cell phones, aside from family, you were the first ones to register each other’s numbers. You remember getting in trouble for texting her all night one night even.

It’s hard to tell when you first started to have feelings for her, but you remember when you first realized it. It was the middle of summer before freshman year, and you two hadn’t seen much of each other, but you texted each other every day, and sometimes one if you would even call the other. It was just past dinnertime, and the sun had just gone down, but it wasn’t quite dark out. She hadn’t texted you all day, but you hadn’t really thought much about it. It had been a busy summer for both of you getting ready for high school. She usually texted you at least once before she went to bed anyway.

And as if right in queue, you felt your phone buzz in your pocket.

“You home?” She had asked.

“Yeah, why?”

No response for nearly half an hour, but then while you were just chilling in the living room, you heard a knock at your door.

As soon as you opened it, the full force of her throwing her arms around you slammed right into your chest, and it took all you had to keep your balance. You were confused at first, but then you realized she was crying. You let her in, and she confided that she’d snuck out of her house after a really bad fight with one of her family members.

The two of you talked about it for a while, and then you got her some of the leftovers from dinner since she hadn’t eaten, and you cheered her up by joking around with her, and after a while, the two of you settled onto the couch to watch a movie.

The crying must have exhausted her because at some point she fell asleep. You wrapped an arm around her and gazed down at her soft features. Her closed eyes were still slightly damp and red from where she’d been crying earlier, and it looked like she had some sores on her bottom lip from chewing on it so much - a habit you’d noticed she had when she was stressed - her norlmally soft, smooth hair was a tangled up mess right now too, although it didn’t bother you any.

It was there, in that moment, when you realized you’d do anything to protect her - to look after her - to care for her - or if nothing else, just to try and make sure she was happy no matter what.

Of course, this perfect moment ended all too soon. After the movie was over, one of your parents came in the room.

“Hey, c/n?” They asked. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she sniffled and pushed herself up and away from you. “Hey, I just got off the phone with your mom.” Her eyes became wide with nervousness, and she looked a little pale. “No one’s mad at you, but they’re awfully worried. I did everything I could to make sure you don’t get in trouble, but no promises. Anyway, they said you could finish your movie, but then I had to bring you home, ok?” You wanted to argue, but you felt a little powerless right now. You wanted her to stay, but you, too, were feeling a bit vulnerable right now. C/n nodded her assent and got her things together before it was time to leave.

As she was headed out the door, you told her “Let me know if anything else happens,” and gave her a huge hug. She seemed a little surprised, but agreed, and soon she was on her way home.

You never really found out if there were any repercussions to her actions that night, but it seemed like things actually got a little better after that. You were able to see her almost every weekend till school started again. She said that she and her family had come to a compromise about some stuff, but you weren’t sure what that meant, and she remained kinda cryptic.

The first year of high school was a little weird. She’d become your best friend by this point, and you still chatted daily, but with all the new elements high school added, and your new-found feelings for her, the year passed by in a blur.

You remember when she started liking that one person. She talked about them all the time, and at first you thought they were just friends, but then you saw them interacting. They were hardcore flirting with her, and she was flirting back! It shook you to your core to see this girl you’d worked so hard to build this safe and comfortable relationship with suddenly looking at someone else the same way you looked at her! It was absolute hell for you for a while. You tried not to ask too many questions, but it seemed like she was happy to volunteer information all on her own whenever you two hung out. They had a few dates, and it seemed like things were getting serious between them, and then, miraculously, she just... cut things off with them.

When you asked her why, she was vague about it. It was as if she didn’t understand completely herself. It wasn’t that she felt mistreated, but more that she had different expectations of how a relationship would feel and how a partner would treat her. Funnily enough, her ideal way of being treated seemed to line up exactly with how you treated her, but you were too scared to point that out at the time, and she’d seemed fairly serious about this person, at least for a while, so you figures you’d give her a little time to calm down.

It seemed like you two only got closer from that point on, all up to her sweet sixteen. It wasn’t as big or elaborate as some girls’, but she wanted to do a little something. You remember seeing her in her party dress and thinking that that the cute girl you’d known in sixth grade had grown into a beautiful young woman. No. She was an angel. Whenever she looked at you and smiled, you felt something like you’d never felt before.

At some point that night, she’d gotten a little overwhelmed with all of the festivities, so the two of you snuck out for a short walk. You talked about various things, and at some point, you two stopped and looked out at the sunset.

“You know,” you said softly to her, “you look absolutely stunning tonight.” She gazed ar you a moment, and then flushed and turned her gaze away,.

“Stop it,” she teased.

“No, seriously,” you told her, “That color and your hair and makeup... all of it is just... I dunno. You just nailed everything with this look,” you told her. “Like, I know I don’t always say stuff like that, but... I dunno. It’s a special night, and I just... really needed you to know.”

She gazed at you wordlessly, and you found yourself lost in that gaze. The magic of the sunset and her beauty in that moment must have cast a spell on you, because suddenly you felt braver than you ever have. As gently as you could, you reached out and cupped her face in one hand. She leaned into your touch as your thumb caressed the outline of her cheekbone and then brushed against the corner of her soft pink lips. Your other hand found its way to her waist as you gently leaned closer to her, and she closed her eyes willingly as your lips came together in a soft, sweet kiss.

Nothing could be more satisfying to you than that moment, but all too quickly your nerves failed you, and you pulled away. She smiled at you curiously, but then you found yourself changing the subject, and the two of you walked back to the party. Still, this was the moment you knew you’d found the love of your life.

For nearly two weeks, things were a little awkward between you. She was pretty curt when she answered your texts, and she hadn’t tagged you in anything on social media, even photos from the party that you were in. You were scared you’d really screwed up this time. At school, she was always with another friend or two, and when you did catch her eye, she wore a pained expression. Finally, after school one day, you were able to get her alone and talk things out.

As it turned out, she’d been harboring feelings for you ever since she broke up with her ex from freshman year. When you kissed her at the party, you acted like it was almost an accident, and she didn’t want to force you into anything you didn’t want, but you were able to clear the air, and here you were.

You didn’t know how long this would last or if things would become harder, but you felt like you could handle anything if she was there by your side.

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Fwaaaaahh! I hope that was good! >w<

💕🐰Bunny

#crush imagine #crush imagines #cute imagines #love imagines #bunny’s imagines #cute imagine #love imagine #friends to lovers #friendship to love #friendship to romance #female crush #female crush imagine #reader x crush

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ijustwant2write · 5 years ago

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Just Next Door-Sam Wilson x Reader

(GIF credit to @marveladdicts)

Tags: @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Summary: Sam moves to new apartment filled with the usual neighbours, always armed with brief conversations; including the girl next door (Y/N). He doesn't know much about her, until something triggers a panic attack, revealing that they have more in common than they thought.

Characters: Sam Wilson x Reader

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Panic attacks, mentions of war, fighting and death

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Sam hadn't been all too happy when he had to leave his home because of the aftermath of the whole 'civil war' situation. There wasn't really any plan put in place as to what they would do now, seeing as they were still under watch by the government. Steve had said to lay low, separate themselves to a certain distance, but not too much that they were out of reach. So here he was, having lived in a normal apartment building for three months, lying around, waiting for something to happen.

Looking at the positives, it was quite nice to go back to the normal part of life. This is what it would have been like if Captain America hadn't come along; except it would be back in his own home, not this small apartment. Still, after all the shit they had been through, why waste time looking on the negatives?

When there was a knock on the door, Sam was cautious, you never knew what was on the other side, or who could be coming after him. After stealthily checking the peephole, he relaxed when he saw it was his neighbour, (Y/N). A kind smile was on his face as he opened the door.

She was also grinning, one hand in her blazer pockets and the other holding onto the straps of her handbag."Hi, just letting you know that they're finally looking into the plumbing for the whole place. Saw some guys come in through the entrance."

"Thank god. I was only just getting used to having hot water for thirty seconds."

"Tell me about it."

"Busy day at the office?"

"Average, but no one pissed me off today, so that's good, I guess. What about you?"

"You know the drill. Staying in hiding till Cap needs me."

It was impossible not to know who Sam was. The news had covered as much as they could, the stories were practically selling themselves. However he was fortunate that most people living here didn't interact all that often. He had been wary of (Y/N) at the beginning, wondering if she was some sort of spy sent out to keep an eye on him; but he was able to figure her out, she was just your typical neighbour, a friendly greeting here and there, small conversations.

(Y/N) sighed."You've been here for so long though."

"Life of a hero isn't all that glamorous."

"No, suppose not. Well, I'm gonna grab dinner, I'll see you later."

"Uh (Y/N)," Sam held the door slightly open,"I've actually filled my time with cooking, and I definitely have enough for the both of us, if you want?"

"Oh, uh..."

"Not like, in a date way or anything, as friends."

Her voice was enthusiastic as she spoke."Yeah actually! I have a bottle of wine in the fridge, I'll go grab it."

They smiled at each other before she left, Sam closing the door but keeping it unlocked. He really didn't expect anything out of this. All he wanted was some company, just a friend to talk to, someone down to Earth. (Y/N) had only asked questions about his alter ego once, and then was when they first met. After that, she was the only one who looked at him like a normal person.

The meal together was full of laughter and some deep talks. Sam didn't let too much out, he still had to be careful. (Y/N) spoke of her childhood (as had he), what she had always dreamed of doing and fun anecdotes from work. However, Sam realised she had mission a portion of her life out, she had mentioned she had an 'old job' but never stated what it was (in fact, she had never even implied where she worked). Sam had tried to direct the conversation back that way, though (Y/N) was able to steer it right back, completely avoiding it. He decided it was unimportant at this stage of the friendship, he didn't want to pry. Though, she did tense up slightly when he mentioned his time in the military.

Sam felt refreshed the next day. Talking with (Y/N) had given him a break from the silence, or the yapping from the TV and radio. Well, he was at peace until he looked at his laundry basket. Another annoying thing about the apartment was that the washing had to be done in a communal laundry room. He had always found it strange how people came together in one room to do their laundry.

Effortlessly carrying the basket downstairs, he saw his neighbour also headed to the same place. (Y/N) had sensed someone behind her, relieved when it was Sam.

"Thank god it's you," she had sighed,"I wouldn't be able to deal with Jim at this time in the morning."

They walked down the rest of the stairs together, easing into conversation again. Sam noticed that her basket was just as big and full as his, yet she had no trouble with it; her office uniform hid her muscular arms, as if she had been lifting weights all her life. Still, Sam only saw snippets of (Y/N), perhaps she was a gym junky.

Their talking continued as they began loading their laundry into the machines. Sam had his back to (Y/N), until he heard a bang on the floor. His instincts caused him to whip around, calming when he saw that (Y/N) had knocked her basket over. She was knelt down, hair falling in front of her face as she scooped everything back in.

"Here, I'll help you." Sam offered, kneeling down opposite her.

It was only when he was level with (Y/N) that he saw the true state she was in. Her body was shaking, hunched over, breathing rapid. He recognised the signs of a panic attack, but what had brought it on? He noticed that she was clutching onto something in her hands; it was a military hat, green camouflage, the army. Whether it be hers or someone she knew, Sam had to do something to help her. The machines around him were creating loud, banging noises, so he quickly went round and turned them all off (hopefully no one walked in and made a complaint, now wasn't the time) before going back to (Y/N).

"(Y/N), it's OK, you're safe. You're safe with me, in the apartment building. We're in the laundry room, yeah?" Sam calmly said, kneeling in front of her. He repeated these words, slowly and gently reaching out for her.

Her hands were still gripping onto the hat, eyes in a trance like state until Sam finally started getting through to her. The shaking stopped, tears began to dry, and she practiced her breathing with Sam. Soon, she was back to a somewhat normal state.

"You OK?" Sam whispered after a few more minutes of breathing.

She nodded before she spoke."Yeah...sorry, I'm so sorry you had to witness that-"

"Hey, it's alright, these things happen." Sam reassured her as she began crying again."You were in the army."

"Mhm. Years ago."

"It's a tough world."

"You can say that again. I saw too many horrible things. Thought I could get through it, wanted to serve my country but... But it was just too much."

"It gets too much for everyone, it's normal."

Sam decided to reveal another part of his life, knowing that if he connected with her, she might feel more comfortable.

He sat down next to her both of them leaning against the machines."I lost a friend actually, a very close one. It was a tragic accident."

Surprisingly, she opened up straight away."So did I. I think too many of us did. I keep in touch with a few of my comrades, we try to talk about it, but it's hard."

"You know, I actually ran meetings before I met Cap, about PTSD, aftermath of coming out of the forces, anything really. So, if you need to talk, I'll be happy to listen. As a mentor or a friend. But there's no pressure, it's always in your own time."

"Thank you Sam." Megan looked down at her cap, holding it more caringly."I thought I had packed this away with my uniform somewhere, must have slipped in the basket somehow. Just... I wasn't expecting to see it."

"Of course not. Has this happened before?"

"I used to have nightmares sometimes. The worst thing was this slamming door downstairs, I always asked a neighbour to get it sorted, they never did. It just reminded me of the guns and bombs, especially when it came out of nowhere; they didn't have a particular schedule, so I couldn't even expect the noise. One day I went down to ask one last time before complaining to the manager of the place, but it slammed and I broke down in the hallway. I just can't seem to control it, someone always finds me crumpled up on the floor."

"I can give you techniques to help with that, if you want them."

"Please, that would actually help."

"Course. For now, shall we get on with our laundry?"

They both chuckled, the mood lightening. He helped her off the floor, going back around and turning the other machines on again, once (Y/N) had agreed. Small talk was made as they carried on like nothing happened, but (Y/N) hadn't let go of her hat. Sam saw, though made no comment, not right now.

"You sure you're gonna be alright?" Sam checked as they stood outside their doors.

"I think so. It's strange isn't it? How something like a piece of clothing can bring back so many memories."

"The human brain is complex. Everyone has has the same feeling, whether in the forces or not."

"Yeah, I guess so. Thank you Sam, I'll use those techniques you told me about." she started to unlock her door.

"If you ever need me, at anytime as well, just knock, yeah?"

"I will." before she closed the door, she caught his attention again."Sam?"

"Hm?"

"It's comforting to have someone who's been through the same thing. Thank you for helping me today."

“Well, you know I’m just next door. I'll always be right here."

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oftenderweapons · 4 years ago

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Small Town Swoons

Hello buttercups! Here is the big fat project I was talking about. I am giving you snippets and teasers of the whole thing, just to let you know what you’re all getting yourself into.

There are some spicy tidbits here and there, so I would suggest only mature (18+) people read and/or engage with this post.

I’ll be starting with Yoongi since his piece is really in the holiday spirit and I’m super hella inspired to write it, but don’t worry, Steamy waters is still coming (just know that I’m not done publishing stuff for the night 👀)

Let me know what you think about this project, what story you like the most and which one you really really look forward to reading 💕✨

Just in case you need it, here is my masterlist

Enjoy 💜

Apple of My Pie — Jin

In the bakery and café near the university many students barge in, desperate for coffee and the delicious apple pies served there once October comes. Some of them barge in for the sweet sight of the owner, still mysteriously single. Little do you know that he’s been pining after you for years, since you ran into his café in a slow, rainy Sunday morning, drenched like a stray kitten, asking only for friendly help. Friendship sparks easily and his comfort tastes as sweet as autumn apples. That’s how you find yourself flatmates, watching movies with his secret recipe hot cocoa on Saturday evenings and waking up to the delicious scent of his pies on Sunday morning. But the sudden apparition of a rival makes you wonder, what would it be like to fall asleep in his bed every night?

Mold Me New — Taehyung

Divorce is a mess, especially when you’re so young and you had bet your life on your high school crush. All those things you never had to learn are scary now: dating, friends with benefits, all those secret rules on social interactions and flirting. But then your friends gift you a clay modelling lesson at the local pottery. Your teacher looks like a quiet, grumpy man who slowly warms up to you, offering you his kind smiles and gentle laughs. Right when fear that your lack in courtship manners might cost you your greatest chance at a new happiness, his lessons indirectly turn into small advice, and suddenly it feels like his hands are shaping your heart into the perfect, beautiful whole you needed. And to show him your gratitude, you’re more than willing to gift the artist his creation.

“Don’t let it dry too much. Too much water will mess it up. It will become too pliant and it won’t hold up.” That was it. The rule to love. You had bathed him in reassurance and affection, and just like that he had melted underneath your touch, and he had turned into nothing. And the love had run out. “Every shape has its specific requirements.” He explained, dipping his hands in the basin and letting the droplets fall from his fingertips. “Wet hands, but not drenched.” Once he was happy with the result he sat up, his foot starting a small pressure on the pedal. “See, here we go. The clay will show how much water it needs. Easy on the pedal. Very slow. You’re warming it up. Be gentle. You’re not sure it’s good. Just like with people. Easy at first, and once it works you speed up.” He smiled at the material underneath his hands. “Gentle. Easy.” He said, his sinewy fingers gently pressing into the art piece to be. His fingers seemed to stretch and bend imperceptibly, as if he was feeling the very texture of the material, and of the final result he wanted to obtain. “That’s the secret to good things.”

The Shrew, Untamed — Jimin

Everyone gets married in small towns. The hairdresser’s daughter, the butcher’s niece, the doctor’s granddaughter. Even your best friend. And someone has to organise all the weddings. You have taken part in so many it is unnerving. You’re not asking for a husband, a simple fuckbuddy would suffice. You don’t even need someone with skill, you just need to have sex with a human. Though your goal seems unattainable and life apparently truly sucks, the petty florist where you order the flower arrangements offers you a beacon of hope, comforting you and spoiling you whenever you visit his shop, condescending to your every whim. Will he satisfy your every wish or will you have to supervision your best friend’s wedding on the verge of sanity?

“Sit down, sweet pea.” He said, offering you his chair. He immediately stood behind you, digging his fingers into your shoulders, massaging them. He always smelled like greenery. It was relaxing. “Who pissed on your roses, tiger?” He asked, his thumbs drawing circles at the base of your neck. You moaned and closed your eyes. “Poor baby. So stressed.” He purred, laughing. “Portia is getting married.” You groaned. He ohed. “Your friend, Portia?” You frowned and pouted. “That bitch. Portia.” You growled. He laughed a silvery sound. “It’s your best friend.” “It’s a stressed out insult. She wants me to plan it. Jimin, I am so tired of watching people getting married.” He kneaded the nerves near to your spine. “It’s a professional hazard, baby’s breath.” His finger stilled as he reached the middle of your back without finding the clasp of your bra. He moved upwards, ignoring the small detail. “It’s the third in two weeks. I can’t. Is everybody getting married this spring?” You asked, your head rolling forward. “I’m tired. Stressed. Grumpy.” You whine. “Baby, you have your sugarcane at home, use it.” He said, referring to your swirl shaped dildo. You shook your head. “It’s the warmth. Human touch. Sympathy.” Ask me, please — Jimin mentally begged — I’ll be so sweet to you. “And now I even need a plus one for Portia’s wedding. Lest she pairs me up with her cousin. Did I mention that he’s thirty and bald?” You sighed. “I can help.” He said. “With the Plus one.” He clarified. “Don’t expect me to get my fingers in your pie, blossom.” He stated. You shook your head. “Your loss.” You tutted. His loss, for sure. Not like you wanted him massaging your breasts as you sucked him off, laying on your white silk sheets, his dulcet moans filling your lonely room and your empty

Natural Connection — Namjoon

The city sucks. And before you definitely choose to resign from your job, you spend the money earned with your all-work-and-no-play attitude in a reinvigorating holiday in a natural resort in the woods. What you find is true heaven on earth, an eden of wonders and explorations. When you meet your guide, who will follow you and you alone, you almost cannot believe your luck. The closed-off man leads you through all the breathtaking sights of your location, offering you emotions and landscapes unrivalled — both in terms of wildlife and... well, humans? The steamy atmosphere seems to keep growing hotter together with the summer days, and before you can think twice your big friendly giant helps you get rid of the hots. What happens when your Adam and Eve idyllium gets interrupted by a ruckus of stag-partying jocks?

Namjoon knew your average blood pressure at rest and under effort, your shoe size, your weight and height. Still when he found you right before him he could barely believe the sight of you. He knew you were small but this small? He was surprised. Amazed. Completely dazzled by your size. “Uhm. Kim Namjoon?” You asked, hesitant. God, even your voice was small — he noticed. As you got even closer, he realised you barely reached his sternum. He was endeared. He imagined how hugging you would feel. Why was he imagining to hug a stranger? “Hello! Welcome to the Valley!” He said, offering you his hand. You took it and shook it energetically. “Thank you. I assume you will be my guide during my stay.” You commented. “Exactly. I'll be your coach and your guide through the whole experience.” “Perfect.” You smiled. He was dumbstruck by it. So sweet and bright. You noticed he had a nice voice. And a kind smile. He looked like a very gentle giant. “Have you brought any specific equipment with you or would you prefer to use the one we offer?” “I have trekking boots and walking sticks. You know, basic stuff that's difficult to find when you're the size of a teapot.” He laughed a loud belly laugh, which surprised you and pleased you. “Okay, we can head to the hall and chat about your activity plan.” He said, leading you. Walking behind him was definitely a hard challenge, both because his legs were kilometric — and damn fine — and because how could you not stare at that ass right in front of your gaze, clad in oh-so tight shorts? Once he realized you were basically running behind him, he turned, a bit confused. And then embarrassed. “Sorry,” he smiled sheepishly, taking shorter steps. "Don't worry, it's okay. I'm a fast walker." You stated. He grinned. He barely stopped himself from murmuring a 'cute'. You were adorable.

Ink ‘n’ Run — Jungkook

People find awful ways to inculcate mean insecurities in our lives. It is to get rid of insecurity that you head to the talented tattooist in a small town near your campus, ready to ink your fears away. Ready to start from zero, you let yourself enjoy a night out clubbing and a steamy one night stand with a tattoed god. Hit by the morning-after regrets, you run away before he wakes up. Little do you know that he’ll be the man you’ll be spending several hours underneath, half-naked as he inks you. Such a shame that you keep running away each time he is ready to ask you for a date. And that he keeps running away after you convince yourself to concede him one. Will you manage to let each other see that you click perfectly or will you let that night be just an accident?

“Oh. You’re back. Lovely to see you, how can I help you?” He looks sweet. God, he was sweet, of course he looks sweet; you thought. He was the most gentle man you had ever been with. Wicked hips, but such a sweet mouth. “Uhm, I have an appointment?” You said, showing him the business card with the date and time of your appointment. “Oh.” His expression was the perfect depiction of confusion. “Uhm. I guess you can come into my studio, then. Do you have someone with you? Would you like Daisy to come in?” He said, looking at the girl sitting at the reception table. “No, I’m cool.” You forced yourself to form a tiny, polite smile on your face. As he walked ahead of you you noticed the way his tight black t-shirt hugged his narrow waist. And his wonderful, jeans-clad, toned ass. God, he had rammed into you like a mad man that night. You shook your head, trying to bring yourself back to reality. Meanwhile, his mind was fuelled by millions of questions. Why had you run? Were you freaked out by what was happening? Were you as affected as he was at the idea of him working on you? Did you think he was a fuckboy? Would you let him take you out on a date? Would you let him fuck you again? Wait, scratch the last one.

Head over Heals — Hoseok

You are the most talented ice skater of your state. Or rather, you were. Your career was harshly interrupted by an unfortunate accident. Healing from the hurtful events takes strong nerves and positive energy. Luckily, your physiotherapist — the neighbour of your childhood home — is the most positive, enthusiastic person. New feelings bloom like daisies on a warm spring morning, while old feelings rekindle and light your way back home like a field of fireflights, back to places that you’ve always loved. It takes little time to get used again to his sweet energy and his gentle hands, healing your body and your soul. It takes even less time to fall head over heels for him.

“What changed?” He asked, drying your tear with his thumb. “I don’t know. It feels like it changed.” He smiled. “You’re still the same to me. Same bright eyed little girl running around in a summer dress, smelling like honey shampoo and sun cream. You feel like home. I think nothing has been okay since you were gone.” Your heart took a second to melt and resolidify around that new truth. “Hobi.” His eyes were glittering. “I think I always had a soft spot for you. You and your knees always scraped, the small curls framing your face, the way your braids came undone that night as we were driving away after prom in the convertible your parents ran away in when they eloped.” He looked so sad. And so beautiful. “Hoseok, I never forgot you, you know. You were my first.” You confessed. “And you were mine.” He replied. He paused. “We were perfect.” “We were.” You replied. We still could be. We are.

Sugar and Spice — Yoongi

A new girl moves into town, her goal starting her life from scrap. And then on a foggy autumn night she ventures in the local pub, where she meets a cute, tattooed bartender who happens to be the local sweetheart. Fate — and the sweet granny next door — seem to push them together; it’s only a matter of time before feelings bloom and attraction becomes too intense to resist. The magic of a small town, and that loneliness that they share and understand so deeply, bring them close at the most wonderful time of the year. Love can blossom even in the dead of winter and who knows, maybe they’ll find a new life by the time of the new year?

“How does it feel to live in a small town?” You asked, stretching your legs out the flannel blanket. Sunlight came in through the yellow leaves of the apple trees. “Like time doesn’t really exist. Until you don’t have any left and suddenly your friends are getting married and having children and all you have is a useless piece of paper stating that you’re a doctor.” He said. “But it’s okay. It’s lovely, at times like this.” He said, looking at the sky. “Marriage and kids are overrated.” You said, laying down. He looked at you, your eyes closed, your hair coming out of his beanie, currently covering your head. “Don’t leave me alone here.” You had a beauty he had never known. Or that maybe he had seen in his mother. That rough, tough beauty that looks dangerous from afar. Delicate from up close. You weren’t gracious. You weren’t cobwebs and golden hair and clouds. You were the ground, the trees, the stone. You were the mountains capped in ice, beautiful and so endangered. Still, so steady. You were the forest, eternal. Nothing could marr you. No man, no humanly disgrace. You would weather and transform, like nature does. Maybe he was idealising you, maybe he was giving you all those traits he had always wished in a woman. “Stop staring at me. Lay down. Enjoy your seconds before you turn into a fifty-something lonesome worm.” You teased. He laid. Your hand found his. “I’ll tell you how a small town feels like, based on the opinion of a girl from a big city.” He exhaled a laugh. “It’s comfort. Like when it rains outside but you’re in your bed and you’re warm and you don’t have to get up. You can simply lay.” He rolled onto his side, staring at your eyelashes. If I blink, will she disappear?

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subzerobts · 5 years ago

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Thoughts on the Eighth Member of BTS

A/N: No pairings or warnings for this, except that it may throw you into a sudden 8th member fanfic spiral. When I tell you I was reading 8th member fanfic for the majority of my day, I mean like a good six hours. It wasn’t good.

Okay, so I feel like a lot of people have talked about an eighth member and it being a girl and stuff so I figure I should add some stuff to the ever growing cache of things about the eighth member.

This was like 2300 words and I have no regrets.

~So if there was I feel like she would be slightly younger than most of them and would have come in after their first few albums

~Maybe she was raised in New York with her immediate family being mostly Korean and hella feminist and she’d have older brothers and be super chill

~So like maybe the company would be worried about the lack of fast growing traction with the group and have a girl added in

~First things first: it would be awkward as heck for the guys to suddenly have a girl there and would make living situations even more difficult, with having to share rooms and such. So, they’d probs alternate who rooms with who and who gets the couch, especially for her rooming with a guy

~Not to mention if she catches them talking about some sort of issue with the sleeping situation and then being nervous about it

~Eventually, I feel like she’d kind of get tired of all of the tiptoeing around her and be like

~‘Guys! I don’t even care! Unless you guys have some sort of creepy thing you’re trying to avoid, just treat me like one of you guys’

~Things would chill out basically immediately. Like the next few days, the boys were super relaxed and that was a problem because they just started walking around in just underwear and she would be like:

👀😒 um ew?? Put a shirt on?

~They’d clean it up a lil bit and walk around in like boxers and t shirts, which was fine she had older brothers, she could deal with that

~She’d respectfully bow out of the choreographed hip thrusts and things of that nature at first, like maybe they’d thrust and she’d like make a gagging motion or something(only rarely because the company would be like no) at some point she’d get extremely comfortable with just doing the hip thrusts herself

~The company even found that during interactions with fans she got just as much, sometimes more, attention and screaming as the boys

~Eventually she’d get used to dressing androgynous, like the stylist unnies would put her in skirts and she’d get kinda pissed and the guys would all agree that she’d be better in just what they’re wearing(i.e. pants)

~(Also, just a quick side note, before they even realized what was happening, they’d be super protective. Like unwarranted protection.

~Especially during interviews and talk shows any heavily toxic feminine questions related to her would be met with complete headassery(is that a word?) Just any kind of bullshit the guys could come up with.

~Like it wouldn’t happen immediately, but like after a few interviews and them seeing how uncomfortable it made her to answer the weird questions(coming from female OR male interviewers) they’d kind of come up with an unspoken agreement to answer any and every sexist comment or question with an answer just as shitty)

~ Into specific dynamics now:

~I feel like she’d be evenly split to each other member’s interests because in the first few months, that’s how she bonded with them, busy finding somethings she had in common with each of them and building on it

[we’ll go youngest to oldest]

~She is close with all of the boys, but each get her undivided attention when the moment serves.

~ With Jungkook she’d notice his quiet side during the beginning and willingness to please. So she’d always assure him, in a not so obvious way, that he was accepted. Just quiet validation from her court to his.

~So she’d set up gaming nights with Jungkook when they didn’t have strict schedules or just sit around on their phones

~ The fandom would eventually come to know them as the meme lords of the group.

~Their inside jokes are way too many to count and don’t even come close to being forgotten.

~Can’t forget GCF cause she would be in every single one of them that she could. She’s endlessly supportive of the videos and wants to be in all of them, she even suggests music and things(sometimes before he’s even thinking of doing another one)

~She disapproves when he pushes himself too hard. When she knows it’s happening, she’ll involve on of the hyungs( probably Jin) or they’ll talk to a manager if things get super serious.

~That being said, if he doesn’t have the dance down, or they’re both struggling, she’s the first to volunteer to run the dance with him multiple times and is always the voice of reason.

~When he says ‘one more time’ she says ‘food first’ or like ‘how about a water chugging contest really quick?!’ (bc we all know his competitive nature) ‘Jin probably has some left overs in the fridge that we can reheat, late night snack time!’

~They definitely argue a bit about being the “Golden Maknae.” She’s a bit competitive in that aspect. Because they’re both so talented and she’s just a half of a year older than he is.

~For Taehyung, I feel like she’d grow to love art with him. His quiet adoration for things of beauty, conventional or not.

~(They have a joke,mostly his own that he refuses to let die, that she’s his favorite piece of artwork, eventually she retaliates with him being her favorite piece of artwork and it just sticks.)

~They’d be the classy duo, but with matching boxy smiles. Elegant and poised, their visuals are basically unmatched and during photo shoots, they’re always the ones finished way before the others.

~There are no bad sides for the classy duo. (I’m basically imagining model material for both of them, like just ethereal. Visual god and goddessssssss)

~Also his need to fall asleep holding something, I feel like she’d match that with just being okay with anything when she’s asleep or almost asleep(like she’d fall asleep in the car with the boys or something and be difficult to wake up, so they’d just carry her and she wouldn’t even stir)

~So Tae would lay beside her and they’d be chilling and eventually fall asleep and then later wake up holding onto each other.

~Both of them are shameless damn flirts. They’re attractive and they know it and they will absolutely use it to (not literally) kill ARMY

~Jimin is a bit harder to think about(idek why) but I feel like she’d be his buddy in quiet studying. Like he’d come find her if he wanted to do some reading, but not be alone and she’d be totally down( same with Joon but hold on)

~and either she’d read her own book or she’d do some sketching(mostly because she’d want to have her own unique thing that the others weren’t too interested in)

~Jimin would be her ideal model in these moments. She never gets tired of sketching any of the boys, but in those moments, Jimin is the least likely to change face or position and thus be the perfect study.

~she’d also ask him for homework help in the earlier days with like mathematics and he’d always be more than happy to help

~Jimin is a brat and I feel like when the two of them spend a bit too much time together, the rest of the group can only expect the worst.

~(Low key the Lil-Shit Duo™️)

~Joon is next and here’s where her position in the group comes in. Since she was raised in New York, she’d be fluent in both Korean and English and, as such, would help with the interviews and translating.

~It’s a huge load for Namjoon to carry and with her, being by his side and helping with rephrasing things to the boys during interviews really eases him.

~Along with that, he always makes sure that she knows how much he appreciates her after difficult interviews or just every good while he’s just endlessly doting and complimenting her and things. She always tells him that it’s unnecessary, but he never stops thanking her.

~So they’re like the Leader Duo™️ and are consistently doing damage control between the boys(almost like group therapy) or rephrasing the boys’ answers(in those moments where the boys give weird answers to questions in interviews)

~When not in the public eye, they are coming up with ways to better interact with ARMY or they’re expanding their horizons by reading and stuff.

~Her favorite thing with Joon is working on learning a new language or just English with Joon and making up little tongue twisters and sayings and debating proper ways to phrase things. Which brings us to:

~Being a part of the rapline. So Joon, Hobi, and Yoongi are her peeps. When she’s not entertaining the maknae line, she’s with the Hyung line.

~Hobi and her have a cute dynamic. He babies her a little bit and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t love it at least a little.

~they like coming up with dances together, even when they are supposed to be taking the day off, just goofing around and coming up with dances for little snippets of songs is fun

~they’re like the sunshines of the group. So he’s J-hope and she’s his ‘little hope’. How cute.

~She’s constantly encouraging his little quirks and things that he does(the sound effects and just being him) and being right there with him in being the lights of the group.

~I feel like her and Jungkook get the same bit of his attention. Like the cuddly bits of it

(and my heart skips for cuddly JungHope so like imagining the three of them being cozy and mellow together and just watching the rest of the group do whatever. Agh my heart)

~My boy Yoongles is next and let me tell you I’ve been excited as hell for this one.(trying real hard not to let bias love seep through)

~When moving to a more spacious apartment, they decided to give her her own room. (She’s grateful.)

~And so when she wants to tamp down the wildness in the apartment, get a moment's peace, she retreats to her room.

~While she’s endlessly supportive of all six of the others, encouraging their wild quirks, her room is the quietest. Her room has a ‘no noise’ rule.

~Yoongi shares a room with Jin still at this point and not that Jin is a bad roommate, or particularly noisy, it’s just that the maknae line patronizes him a lot. And Yoongi has very little patience for that.

~So her room is where they’ll often find him. She has a comfy couch that she took Yoongi with to pick it out(because it was basically for him.)

~Point is, she’s mellow when she wants and needs to be and Yoongi is drawn to that chill side of her.

~When the rest are wild and he wants mellowness, he seeks her out and when she wants to be a bit rowdy, she leaves and closes the door.

~He has a gigantic soft spot for her. Not even kidding.

~The boys will always pull her into the situation if they think Yoongi might get too angry or a prank goes south and does more harm than fun amusement.

~They mention that she was involved and she goes with it because she doesn’t want the boys in too much trouble and Yoongi won’t hurt her like he would the boys(not actually hurt but you know like “beat them up”) or scold her too harshly.

~As soon as he finds out she’s involved the anger either dissipates or he removes himself from the situation so as not to hurt anything(but you bet your ass she scolds the maknaes from time to time on Yoongi’s behalf)

~And he definitely helps with her mixtape which the fandom is waiting for. Basically, chomping at the bit. She gives Yoongi and Joon so much credit tbh

~They definitely nap together. Mostly because they’re up at ungodly hours during the night, either working on songs or just talking because that’s definitely a thing that happens.

~They have similar views of the world(I’m mostly thinking of Interlude: Shadow here) but being lonely while being famous is definitely a view they share and are drawn together from that. Despite all of their wants to be on the top of the world, they want to not be lonely.

~Along with her keeping up well with the rowdy bits of the group, she’s definitely introverted like Yoongi. She does what she has to to further the group, but she does get drained and just kind of shuts everyone out some times.

~This is where Jin comes in. (Not to be that cliché bitch who’s always like Jin’s the mom of the group omg) but in this case, he makes sure she’s eating and taking care of herself when she does this.

~They all have locks on their doors and she keeps hers locked a majority of the time, but Jin and Yoongi are the only people she absolutely trusts with coming in unannounced.

~Despite always laughing at his dad jokes and being totally supportive of that, he knows when to turn on being serious and not taking her bullshit about “being fine” if she’s not.

~He forces(more like needles annoyingly) her to eat even when she says she’s not hungry during those times

~Makes sure she’s taking care of herself like showering and brushing her teeth and things.

~During the earlier years when she mostly stayed with the boys, very little contact to her mother in New York, Jin absolutely made sure he had cramp medication on hand and feminine products stashed in spots around the house. Well hidden obvi so the boys wouldn’t just stumble across them, but still there. (She does these things on her own now, but she’ll never forget the thought he put into making sure she was cared for)

~She’s definitely requested a majority of the time on EatJin. ARMY just likes to make sure that she’s eating(just like all of them) and they want to see the two of them talk.

~All in all, the boys are her family and she wouldn’t trade them for the world.

#i didnt want something so informal to be my first fic related post #but i got inspired so....#bts #8th member au #8th member of bts #bangtan #bts mots 7 #bts fanfic #jungkook #taehyung #jimin #namjoon #hoseok #yoongi #seokjin

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xpouii · 5 years ago

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fandom meme: B, C, D, N, and Z?? ^^

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

(TS) Tbh I was totally unimpressed with Intrulogical (like can you even believe it? MY boys??) But there was just this thing that clicked during Tentacletober and now I have a strict obsession for my curious science boy and his tentacle-ridden monster boyfriend.

C - A ship you have never liked and probably never will (be nice)

(JSE) I’m trying to think of one. I am so pro-shipping that I like any and all ships at some time or another. Probably my least favorite is Marvin with anybody but Jackie because they’re so cuuuuuute together I can’t even (and Anti cuz Marvin/Anti forbidden magician/demon romance is kinda great not gonna lie. Seriously though I support and will read any ship. I just love me some love y’all!

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t (again: be nice)

(Cross-Fandom) Um… I seriously can’t think of one that I can’t like. I can dig any one of them across the fandoms seriously. Some of my favorites are cross-fandoms (aka Dapperstache and BingAverage)

N - Name three things you wish you saw more or in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

(JSE/Markiplier) Shipping acceptance—like there’s a lot of us shippers but there are some straight up snooties who judge so harshly when you ship egos. Like chill y’all and just let us make these paperdolls kiss already!

Z - Just ramble about something fan-related, go go go (prompts optional but encouraged)

(Cross-Platform) so you’re just gonna set me loose huh?? Well let’s see… I could probably go on for a few hours on some personal theories but let’s just say HOLY COW have we ever gotten some juicy ego content lately? 2019 was the year of the EGO y’all! We got major developments across the board in Sanders Sides. Mark gave us so much Darkiplier (and some sweet delicious Warfstache too) that I was drowning in it in the best way. Jack knocked my socks off with the Chase, Henrik and JJ content!

In that same vein I’ll say what I’m kinda hoping to see this year (not that I’ll be disappointed without it, but this is like my wishlist!)

TS: I want to see MOAR Deceit! I think we’re gonna get it cuz the next full length video is supposed to be a SvS sequel and I kinda hope Deceit is gonna be all huffy about Remus fitting in (at least in his own mind) with the “light sides”. I also wanna see the drama with Virgil come to a head and please somebody check on Roman cuz he’s been asking for help since back in the Crofter’s days.

Markiplier: Holy lord where do I even start? Of course a lost of Mark’s egos are one-offs (or at least I assume so?) but I would love love love to see more ego content as a group. The board meeting with a lot of the “core” egos (but missing Bing, Yan and Eric IMO) was so awesome that I’d love to see more interactions like that. Mark has the acting chops and the editing prowess (or somebody on his team does) to pull that off if he wants to. I think right now the most “in-need” of fleshing out could be The Host. Mark could get some real drama out of that one and he does serious angst/horror so damn well doesn’t he? Maybe some quick little videos about how all the other egos got sucked into the manor? Mark said they were all people with lives before Actor!Mark or the Manor itself caught them in this weird loop that centers around Actor, Dark and Wilford. I know Mark tends to make HUGE productions of his ego stuff but he could totally give us some tiny video snippets with little teases about how these egos were caught up in the nonsense and I would love that. Seriously he could take a picture of Dark and play fucking kazoo behind it and I’d be excited. I’m such a freaking ego addict.

JSE: Jack has been knocking it out of the park and I know he’s got this whole cinematic universe planned out. I hesitate to say what I wanna see cuz I don’t want to seem selfish or impatient. I just wanna see Marvin and Jackie this year. I almost know we will. I’m not even mentioning Anti cuz I’m convinced I’ve already seen hints of him if not this year then super late December (I’m stupid with dates) so I already feel the imminent arrival of the Glitch Bitch. Also, if I get nothing but scrambled text and manic glances I’ll still be happy cuz it’ll mean that Anti is still in existence even if Jack isn’t wanting to develop him right now—but I’ll be super surprised if he doesn’t bust out some more ego plot progression in 2020.

How about some gifts I feel like I already GOT from the fandoms last year?

(JSE) Jameson Jackeson using sign language—headcanon confirmed!

(TS) Deceit in pj pants—I know it was an accident but come on. It was a gift from the heavens.

(Markiplier) Heist—seriously A Heist With Markiplier was more than I hoped for, more than I wished for, everything I dreamed for.

I hope you don’t regret letting me ramble!

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z7rkive · 6 years ago

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DHAU: What To Know

Hey! its what all of u have been waiting for: more dhau stuff :)

Also!! most of this is by the one powerful braincell @snaxarba and I share hhh,, we’ve both worked hard (lmao not rlly we just screamed at each other sksks) on creating the universe around dhau uwu she’s been a great help aaa please send her love through her inbox! She’s currently writing a fic for this au, so if u got any questions or want a snippet go over to her :))))

Now that that’s out of the way, get ready for a LONG post:

GENERAL INFO

DH = Deathly Hallows

5 members

Fandom name: Hallows

Ages: S.S (26), T.R. (24), D.M. (21), H.P. (21), C.D. (19)

Hyung Line (oldest members) : Prince (Severus Snape) & L.V. (Tom Riddle)

Maknae Line (youngest members) : Draco Malfoy, Seven (Harry Potter), & Zed (Cedric Diggory)

Visual Line (“Faces/Most Handsome” of the group) : L.V., Draco, & Zed

Rap Line (Rappers in the group) : Prince & Zed

Dance Line (“Best” Dancers) : L.V., Seven, Prince, & Draco

Vocal Line (“Vocals of the group) : L.V., Seven, & Draco

Choreo Line (Take part in creating choreography) : Prince & L.V.

OTHER RANDOM INFO:

They work under G.G. Entertainment (G.G.E.) with Dumbledore as the Big Boss

Drarry is the most popular ship among fans

Dispatch is a company that takes photos of idols and tries to expose dating scandals

Dispatch Boss: so r they dating anyone

the hallow stan twt is crazy as fuck lmao

theres so many memes

solo stans are fans who only like 1 member of the group (the person is their favorite) and don’t pay attention to the others/give hate to the rest of DH

antis are just hateful ppl in general, they send lots of hate to either Hallows, one specific member, DH, or just the whole group in general

one time Severus and Harry did a vlive (they haven’t done one in a long time so sevenprince fans were excited! :0)!! Harry’s like, “Sev and I have a great plan for this live! :D” and then someone in the comments just says, “Can we have a different member on vlive please :/ i dont wanna look at both yall ugly mugs lmao” :((

Harry, “Cedric? Ah no he’s not here. Draco? He’s not here either sorry :(. Oh ok, I’ll get Tom for you guys.”

big sad^ :(

ot5 = loving the whole group; EX: “No solo stans allowed!! only ot5 enthusiasts!!!”

it does not mean they all fuck skshs

but All7 means they all fuck harry lmao

there’s this super popular twitter account called “@Sevensfw” and it’s basically just an account that posts bottom harry moans ft other DH members

DH wasn’t that popular before, but a fancam of L.V. dancing blew up on social media, and that got them a lot of attention

there will be lots,,, and lots,, of social media in this fic

we get inspiration from u guys as fans so go off on ur reactions

INFO OF THE MEMBERS UNDER THE CUT :)

MEMBERS

Prince / Severus Snape

Oldest in the group

Prince Stans are called: Robins

Produces most of the songs

Unofficial leader; whenever Harry’s not there he’s automatically in charge and no one questions it

Bat Dad / Goth Daddy

Joined G.G. Entertainment to become a producer but then got stuck with DH

“Nation’s Prince 💞💞💞” - Robins uwu

GENIUS !!!

He’s usually very frowny and makes lots of mean remarks but he’s rlly a soft boy daddy

He, Harry, and Tom are the ones who speak most in interviews

People say he’s lazy because he stays indoors most of the time but!!! He works his ass off helping produce most of the tracks the band makes

AND helps choreograph their dances and help run their big ass dorm

Husband material 10/10

Deep voice mmmm

Big ass softie for their leader

Snape: *makes Harry dance & moan for no reason at all* “all in the name of music.”

He and Harry have been labeled the “Mom & Dad” of DH by Hallows

He and Harry usually discuss big decisions to see what’s best for the group

Only other person he’s comfortable with besides Harry is Tom since they’re closer in age, and work together with choreography

He and Tom are chill buds; the “mature ones of the group”

When he first got into DH, he actually thought Harry was a visual of the group ;)

Harry needs help? Whether it be to get away from Visual Line or just in general Goth Daddy got him 😌

one time he and harry went to another country and couldn’t speak the language, and the waiter thought they were a couple bc of the way they acted around each other so they got a couple discount sksksks

So,, so underrated,,, like please stan this whole ass man

Why wouldn’t you??? like,,, he know how to cook, he humble, he got the tongue technology, husband material, high ass IQ,,, tall, dark,,,, what more can u ask for tbh?

you could also ride his nose lmao but ig thats reserved for Harry

L.V. / Tom Riddle

Visual as FUCK

Has the biggest vocal range; king can go from Deep & Raspy to High & Angelic in 0.001 seconds

One word to describe his voice: soulful

used to be part of the rapline in their early debut days, but for some reason he hasn’t rapped recently?? kows r thirsty pls rap for us again tommy boy,,,

bc of that he’s not “part” of the rapline, so he’s just labeled as a sub-rapper, which means he’s like the backup-backup rapper.

Wanted to be leader and kinda resented Harry for a bit before he met him and now he too, is whipped for Harry

Does not care for personal space, literally just crowds around Harry whenever the fuck he wants

He’s labeled himself as Harry’s personal seat, and is always pulling Harry into his lap

Tom’s never been touchy with others but for some reason Harry is just,,, There. He likes that feeling that Harry gives him whenever he’s around; he’s fascinated about his own actions toward Harry so he’s always trying to explore their physical intimacy

HES GOOD AT EVERYTHING AND HE KNOWS IT; everyone’s just like, “wtf that’s not fair”

Yeah he’s good at everything but he watches anime sksksk 🗿🗿🗿

Lowkey-Highkey dislikes Cedric bc dumb bitch unplugged his computer while he was binge watching bnha & happy go lucky mf named Tom’s fandom KOWs (like cows 🐄), when it was supposed to be Knights of Walpurgis smh

His dance!! His dance sequences always look like fight scenes and it’s the B E S T

Very smooth & quick on his feet

Literally so many fancams of him body rolling

Takes no shit from antis,, they’re not relevant.. only DH & Harry are 😤

Adopts any brand with the initials L.V. And everyone just goes along with it

Tom stans (KOWs) clown pre-debut Tom bc he was gonna have his stage name as “Lord Voldemort” and no one will let him live it down skskks

Was scouted by another agency- that agency asked him to audition for their company but he thought it was a scam; he would’ve been in a diff group if he went

Originally auditioned to G.G. Ent. To become an actor, but changed his mind.

Since he’s also one of the choreographers he’s always trying to make it so he and Harry get lots of skin ship

Draco Malfoy

Harry’s/Ferret’s/Hallows’ sugar daddy no lie

KING OF FANSERVICE

Whatever the fans want? The fans get. Whatever Harry wants? He gets it too.

Draco appreciates his Hallows/Ferrets sm,, he’s always reminding them that they are the ones who keep DH going and that without Hallows they wouldn’t be where they are

He always tries to go on vlive (think: IG live, but better) every 2 weeks even with their busy schedules and just spends time talking with the fans :’)

During concerts he’s interacting the most with everyone, walking around the stage the most so the fans can see him from different views: he’s always trying to make eye contact with them

He’s rich enough he doesn’t have to be an Idol but he still wants to stay ,, he wouldn’t give up DH & Hallows for anything.

also helps with any financial problems the boys have!! they need a place to rent? he got their backs

Center of the group!! This means whenever they’re dancing you’d usually find him in the center/middle position. The center is the one who calls attention to them-self the most and has to make sure their formation looks good; they have to carry the group during a performance. If the center looks bad, then the rest of the group and performance is too.

STABLE AS FUCK VOICE. Do you know how hard it is to dance and sing? At the same time??? Draco makes it so effortless,, when he sings and dances his voice doesn’t shake or waver- It’s stable and whenever he’s doing a live performance his voice sounds like it’s from the actual track

HE LOVES DANCING. Dance dance dance. He joined DH because he really just wanted to dance, he didn’t think he’d be part of the vocal line lmao but ugh king got thru

He & Harry are both 21, and Draco’s always making it a point that he’s older than Harry (only by 2 months!); since they’re the same age, they relate and hang out with each other more. He and Harry usually go out and have “bro-dates”. He talks to Harry abt personal problems n vice versa.

He and Harry always support each other and have formed that bff bond and Draco’s always pulling Harry towards him on stage so Harry will get noticed more (since Harry’s one of the unpopular members, while he himself is veeerry popular)

Antis usually say that Draco doesn’t really have any talent and that he just bought his way into DH with his money and good looks, and that he doesn’t deserve his place as ‘center’ :(

The Confident Gay,,, always slapping that Harry booty.

Cheesy asf,, any chance he gets he always flirts w Harry

Seven / Harry Potter

Best leader 11/10

Always comforting members !! He sings to them to make them happy :)

Main vocal- king can hit that note 😩.

Voice is very calming/lullaby like. Relaxing uwu.

Mother hen lmao,, he’s always worried about his group and how they’re doing

Thighs

Duality king go from 0-10000000 real quick

What a caring bitch I love him

Gives special massages to his members when they feel stressed,, and in turn they help him when he needs to step down from all that leader work.

He’s not really one to do ‘cute things for the fans on purpose’ but when he does he gets really embarrassed,, flustered bb will hide his face behind his hands n cover himself. He’d hide his face in his clothes, on another member’s chest/shoulder, or look at the ground while he stirs in cute embarrassment

Knows the members have some type of fascination with him so he uses that as like a punishment/reward system- “First one to memorize all their lines And choreo gets to go with me to help pick out my clothes.”

Insult his group? Won’t hesitate to cut u with his long eyelashes + sharp tongue lmao

Reassuring Hallows that they’re fine even when they get hate because they have each other,, DH/Hallows is best ship

Blames himself when another member gets hate- he feels like he’s not taking care of his group and he’s trying his best to make them feel not excluded :(

Lil bun bun uwu 🐰Seven Nation !! Stay winning 🤩🤩🤩 Protecc this hard working baby 😩

On stage he’s a force to be reckoned with,, like ugh what a sexy boi hshsh,, but off stage!!! A literal cutie!!!!! Soft & pure

Second half of underrated duo

Built up muscle during debut, but throughout the years/eras he went a bit lax, and since he didn’t have as much muscles since before, he’s gotten a lot of hate :( The members love his squishy cheeks n thicc thighs but antis think he should have a sharper jaw line hhh

oblivious mf,,, he rlly went on a date with a female idol from another company without knowing it was a date hh this boy

actually got in DH because he lost a bet

Zed / Cedric Diggory

Sunshine boy!! ☀️ Literally a ray of happiness in the group,,, always smiling and keeping everyone happy

most popular boy

Chaotic mf,,, in this au he’s the equivalent of the shaggy meme 🗿

Joined DH bc of Harry :’)) He’s gotten offers of joining other agencies but decided to go with G.G. Ent and decline all those offers because he saw Harry sing n dance + had a taste of Harry’s sweet personality when he first met him!!

Cedric joined when he just turned 15, so Harry and the other members have been raising him for like 4 years :(. He could be a manifestation of all their groups personalities.

Looks up to Harry so much?? He’s Harry’s biggest fan and will literally do anything for him,, Harry’s done so much for him when he was younger that he wants to try and repay his leader by also being there for him :(.

M U S C L E M A N / STRONG boi

literally harry sat on his back while he did push-ups wtf,, like he doesn’t even get winded if harry runs and jumps in his arms

every hallow who’s been with them since debut (15) to present time (19 going on 20): WHY DID HE GROW UP SO FAST HE HAD CUTE CHEEKS HOW DOES HE HAVE A JAWLINE WTHHHHH

his fandom name: satans

ok like,, cedric used to be a rlly shy boy during the beginning years of debut days and like?? he’s been getting more comfortable and one day he just thought “fuck the agency i do what i want” and he’s so happy now

this is why he’s so chaotic,,, his fandom used to be named “Puffs” but after Cedric’s Big Awakening, the Puffs renamed themselves as “Satans”

“Oh you’re a Hallow, too? Cool! I’m a Robin! :D” “Nice! I’m part of the Satanic cult haha”

earlier i said he was a sunshine but uhhhh

When he’s on stage ohoho,,, damn what a M A N,, like??? spits fire and memes on a daily basis

h a t e s losing,,, “I’m never losing my virginity” “Why??” “BECAUSE I NEVER LOSE”

Harry meanwhile: but u could win me???

Cedric is just,, “...” “for the greater good”

released a solo album called “Spared” (name idea was from L.V. bc Cedric ate his last dumpling; originally wasn’t gonna go with it but Harry liked it lmao)

Spared Title track - “Kill The Spare”

The seventh track on his solo album is called “Septem”, and its basically a song dedicated to Harry and how much he appreciates him as a person, how he’s so thankful to have him and his life,, blah all that mush

Septem = Hedric/Zedven shippers anthem

Cedric has a cool necklace that he always wears and he tells people, “Harry gave me the chain. It had a different pendant but I changed it for this one. It’s the Roman numerals for Seven.” :D

so,, much,, puns its stupid

a crackhead

his whole group is made up of crackheads but he’s the TRUE crackhead ya feel

this boy is always active on social media im,,, like?? he’s just on vlive talking with the fans and then he’ll show the camera around to where Draco is helping Harry stretch before warm ups (surprise they’re in a compromising position) and Cedric just goes, “Haha! I love friendship :).”

started his dancing career when he joined DH, so he’s the most behind with dance; many people criticize him bc he’s a “bad dancer” but everyone knows he’s a better dancer than any Hallow

but!! he has improved so much D: sunshine baby rlly went thru it

#tomarry #snarry #hedric #drarry #harrymort #dhau

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mf-despair-queen · 7 years ago

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Your Yoda? More Like Han Solo! - Stiles Stilinski

Author: @mf-despair-queen

Characters: Stiles Stilinski/Reader

Word Count: 6,834

Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Unprotected Sex, Bondage, Spanking, Hair Pulling, Doggy, Make Outs, Genital Stimulation, Many Star War jokes and pick up lines that’ll make you cringe and/or laugh

Notes: Written in roughly 9 hours, this was SUPPOSED to be out yesterday, May 4th, to celebrate Star Wars Day. But, it’s fitting too to come out on Revenge of the Fifth. Hopefully y’all like this. It’s just... relatively cheesy and something so Stiles, it hurts. Thanks to @savage-stilinski for editing for me as I went. And @malia--stilinski for suffering with my small snippets late last night.

The school doors swung open with a loud clatter, Stiles Stilinski strutting through them with a loud, rippling grumble. The sound itself vibrated as it rumbled through the crisp May air, students stopping to send the senior weird looks. He put his hands on his hips, the sunlight hitting his back, giving him a glowing aura as he peered down the hallway at the confused spectators.

“What? Haven’t you ever heard someone say ‘good morning’ in Wookiee?”

The people staring at him turned away, rushing down the hall. Well, closer to sprinting away from the man. Stiles scoffed, cocking his head to the side. “Yeah, good morning to you too!” He called out, shoving his hands in his pockets. “You’re welcome!”

Stiles’ slight frown was replaced with a look of gratification as he strut forward, greeting everyone he passed by with a quick ‘May the Fourth Be With You’ and a wink. He ignored the scowls, stares and glances he got from people crammed at the lockers, trying to avoid interacting with the spastic man. Stiles didn’t care. He was elated.

May fourth gave him the perfect excuse to adorn himself in every bit of Star Wars merchandise he had, the day being effective known to nerds and fans as Star Wars Day. He woke up early specifically to shower and dress himself in his best star wars outfit: a white, long sleeved henley that was open at the chest with a blue sleeveless vest overtop, blue jeans that hugged his form perfectly to show his round ass and impressive package despite being limp, black boots that ended just below his knees that he was glad he found at the thrift shop, and a criss-crossing belt set up for his ‘gun’, which was a simple water gun because of Beacon Hills High’s weapon policy. He had swapped his normal Maverick backpack for a Star Wars themed one that jingled with random keychains he had collected over the years. He had packed a Star Wars shirt for his weight training after school, the off season between cross country and lacrosse meaning he had to keep himself somewhat in shape, even if he would only manage a few push ups before keeling over in agony.

He was content with himself the second he walked out the door, not caring what people said or thought when they saw him jumping out of the jeep in the school parking lot or even the Starbucks down the street. The coffee he had bought sat in the netted drink pouch on the side of his bag, sealed tight to keep from growing cold or spilling as he bounced down the long hallways. Stiles loved - like, REALLY loved - this day just because it gave him and excuse to live out his favorite movies in multiple ways.

Sure, some people find it odd, but he knew he was. He embraced it, letting everyone know what he liked.

He pushed a locker shut, smiling widely. “Good Morning Princess,” he grinned, pulling the coffee from his bag. He held it out, giving a small wink. “May the fourth be with you today. Am I right?”

You gave him a blank stare, taking the coffee quickly before reopening your locker, blocking his face. “Morning to you too, baby,” you said, continuing to pile your books and binders into your bag. You popped the top of the coffee, sipping the scalding hot liquid, smiling to yourself. He always knew what you liked. “So, care to explain?”

“Explain?” he wondered aloud. “Explain what?”

You slammed your locker shut, leaning against it. You eyed him slowly, taking in every bit of his appearance. In all the years of being friends with the Stilinski boy, it never surprised you the extent he would go for this day. But this was a new look for him. Maybe it was the fact that you were going on four years of dating the man, but he looked unexplainably handsome dressed up the way he was. You fought the urge to lick your lips, not wanting to ruin the lipgloss you applied that morning already, and the desire to pull him into the nearest empty classroom to barricade the door and strip him. Your body was on fire just from looking at him, your loins throbbing with want.

“This,” you gestured. “And slamming my locker shut, nearly taking my hand with it.”

“At least it wasn’t Vader cutting it off with a lightsaber, am I right?” he snickered to himself at the lame joke he made. You rolled your eyes, humoring him with a small laugh of your own. “You know what it’s all about! It’s Star Wars Day! AKA the best day of the year!”

“Better than Christmas?” He nodded. “Better than your birthday?” He nodded again. “Thanksgiving?” Nod. “Our anniversary?”

He hesitated, knowing the implication behind your words. “That’s not nice,” he whined. “We know how good our anniversary is. Because Stiles gets to do many naughty things that day. In many different positions. How can we compare that to this?”

“Because I’m making you choose.”

“Y/N,” he whined, dragging out each syllable of your name. “That’s not fair. Sex and Star Wars are not on the same plane of existence. It would take jumping through hyperspace like… a million times to reach the same level!”

“Oh my God,” you groaned at him.

“Fine. This is the second best day of the year,” he huffed. “But, you never told me what you thought.” He dropped his backpack, doing a small spin before posing, almost stumbling in dizziness. “How do I look?”

“Um…” you paused, trying to find the right words. “Good? Handsome? Sexy?”

“Seriously?” he grumbled lowly.

“What?” You asked. “I’m confused. What are you wanting me to say? I don’t even know what you’re dressed up as!”

“How am I dating you again?” he asked quietly. “I’m Han Solo!”

“Why aren’t you Yoda?” You asked. Stiles’ lips pursed into a tight line.

“Because I’m trying to be the Han solo to my Princess Leia?” he said as if it were more than obvious. You stared at him blankly, making him roll his eyes. “Fine. If you want me to be your Yoda, your yoda I will be. Speak like this all day will I.”

“Please don’t,” you pleaded.

Stiles grinned, taking your hand and lacing your fingers together. “You very much I love. Now, go to class let us.”

He tugged you down the hall reluctantly. “Alright, you can go back to Han Solo-ing!”

“Han Solo I will not.”

“Oh my God, Stiles!”

He made jokes throughout the day, swapping between his ‘yoda-speak’ and normal star wars jokes, trying to impress you as if he were truly Han Solo. You bit your tongue the entire time, not wanting to ruin his happiness. Admittedly, you hadn’t fully made it through the Star Wars franchise, something come up every time Stiles convinced you to sit down to watch them. Most of the times were because you would get called by your parents to return home early, their pissy attitudes ruining the mood to watch movies anyway, you fell asleep on Stiles’ lap while he ran his fingers through your hair, or you would end up making out through the important parts of the plot. Because of this, most jokes went over your head, leaving you lucky if you were able to decipher some of the things he uttered.

But you let him have his fun, knowing how much this day meant to him. Between school and supernatural events, it was rare to have some fun in Beacon Hills these days. The last thing you wanted to do was snap at him because he was going overboard, no matter how tempting it was. Everything he said was Star Wars related - he even made a Star Wars lunch. It was growing irritating, but you did you best.

His happiness comes first, you told yourself at least once an hour, the smile on his face brightening your mood the slightest bit.

It wasn’t until the bell rang at the end of the day that you were at your breaking point.

You and Stiles headed to the library to work on homework, Stiles giggling immaturely when you found a dark corner to yourselves.

“Welcome to the darkside, young Skywalker,” he spoke deeply as he collapsed into the chair, leaving you gritting your teeth.

“Would you rather follow the light?” you asked, Stiles beaming.

“But the darkside is awesome. We have cookies!” he laughed, pulling out a bag of your favorite cookies - Oreos. You blinked at it.

“How long have you had those?”

“All day.”

“How long have you been waiting to make that joke?”

He froze before saying, “All day.”

“I’ll forgive you this once,” you said quicky, snatching the bag before sitting next to him. You pulled out your books and pencils, Stiles following your lead.

“I didn’t want you to think I was playing you,” he hummed. “Then you would have just screamed ‘IT’S A TRAP’ at me for it.”

“Alright,” you sighed, nudging him. “Time to work.”

He flailed slightly, acting as if the light nudge to his side was a powerful shove. “Woah, princess! Careful!” he laughed, catching himself. “The force sure is strong with this one!”

The hold on your pencil tightened. “Stiles, seriously. It’s time to do homework. I want to get this done while we have time.”

He leaned on the table, staring at you. “You do know it’s Friday, right? We have all weekend to do homework.”

“I’d rather get it done now,” you huffed at him, leaning closer to him. His eyes darted to your lips a few times, struggling to maintain his gaze on your eyes. “I don’t want to fall behind. And if we get it done now, together, we can use the weekend for ourselves. My parents are going out of town for business, so…”

Your lips brushed his softly, both of you closing your eyes at the sparks and fireworks going off. It was a tender and brief kiss, but it let you wanting more. And you knew it was doing the same thing to Stiles.

“I’ll jump in my Millenium Falcon and travel through space to see you.”

You backed away, brow furrowing. “Stiles. Seriously?”

“Alright, I’m sorry,” he pleaded. “Moment ruined. I get it. Won’t happen again, princess. I swear.”

“It better not.”

He licked his lips slowly, rubbing them together. “If we finish the math homework, can we make out?”

You rolled your eyes with a smile, looking down at your book to avoid his stare. “Yeah, we can make out.”

Stiles grinned, running a hand through his soft hair, pulling out a pencil to start on the assigned math problems. He was eager to get through them quickly, the promise of afterwards weighing heavily on his mind. The sooner I solve these equations, the sooner I get time with Na-boo. He laughed to himself at his thought, choosing to stay quiet for the time being.

Rushing through the assigned math, he slammed the book closed the second he was done, turning in his seat towards you. You were still diligently working, Stiles couldn’t tell if you were purposefully taking your time to tease him or if you were struggling. He wanted to belt out all of the answers to speed up the process, his foot tapping anxiously as he kept a close watch on what you were doing. Finally, you shut you book, the problems left unfinished.

“You aren’t done,” he pointed out.

“I am for now,” you mused, turning towards him, moving your chair closer to him. “You know, it’s kind of hard to concentrate when you’re staring daggers into the side of my head.”

“I couldn’t help it. You’re simply Endor-able.”

You fought the frown that wanted to appear. You should have known that he would make another joke. You shook the pit inside you away, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Is that so?” He nodded slowly, his lips puckering with anticipation. Yours brushed over his softly as you spoke, never pressing against them fully. “Well, I’m glad you think so. And since you willingly complied with homework time, I will show you a better time now.”

You pushed your lips against his completely, his lips naturally overtaking them. His head tilted to the right, yours to the left, to get better access to the kiss, the low sound of lips connecting and disconnecting hovering around you. His hand met your waist, pushing up the end of your light blue ruffled top. He tugged you as close as he could with the restriction of the library chairs, your legs tangled together under the table. Your hands tangled in the hairs at the base of his neck, pulling him as close as possible.

Hs tongue passed over your lips, sneaking through a small opening to trace the lining of your cheeks. You mewled quietly into him. Hands moving down his shoulders to play with the buttons on his henley shirt. His own hand moved up your shirt and under your bra, the pads of his fingers skimming over your nipples. You both knew this wasn’t the place to do anything, though it never stopped you before. It wouldn’t be the first time if you found yourself between bookshelves, Stiles desperate to dig himself deep into you. But you wanted to keep yourself at bay, staying tame until later.

That didn’t mean you couldn’t have fun and enjoy yourselves.

He broke the kiss for air, a small string of saliva connecting your mouths. “God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, his voice deep and husky. His nose bumped yours, nuzzling together affectionately. “Have I ever told you how hot you are?”

“You know, you haven’t,” you laughed. “It’s always pretty, gorgeous, or beautiful. Never hot. So,” you mused, kissing him softly. “Tell me, Stiles. How hot am I?”

“You’re hotter than the flames of Mustafar,” he quipped, pressing his lips to yours. On instinct, your bit down on your lip, finding his instead. He yelped in surprise, pulling back and placing his fingers to it. It was red and swollen from the kisses, a tiny bit of blood coming out.

“Oh god, I’m so sorry,” you panicked.

“It’s fine,” he said gently. He pulled you closer, playing with you hair. “Accidents happen, princess. No harm, no foul.”

“You sure?” you asked.

“Of course, princess. I could never be mad at you,” he confirmed, giving a small smile. You returned it, pulling him close to resume your kisses. “You’re the Obi-Wan for me.” You froze. “Now, let’s get hoth and heavy with this make out. I love when you kiss me baby. But, I feel a great disturbance in my pants… But don’t worry. Unlike Han, I won’t shoot first.”

You pulled away roughly, Stiles looking rather shocked. “Alright. This needs to stop, Stiles. This is getting ridiculous! I get that you love Star Wars and it’s May fourth, but this is getting…” you paused, biting your lip. “Annoying. I’m sorry to say that, but it is! All I have heard all day is Star Wars jokes! You’re killing the mood by using Star Wars pickup lines. Yes, you look incredibly sexy dressed like this, but you’re dressed as Han Solo at school. You swapped your stud muffin shirt for Star Wars. There is a line, Stiles, and you crossed it hours ago! I’m just… I’m just tired of it.”

His face fell, his eyes glazing over with unshed tears. Your heart broke at the look on his face, your mouth opening to apologize profusely. But before you could, he was already throwing his stuff in his bag, zipping it closed. “I-I should go,” he croaked, his voice cracking. He stood abruptly from his seat, gnawing on his lip. “I-I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean it, Y/N. I’ll talk to you later.”

He ran off before you could stop him, your hand reaching out and barely missing the sleeve of his shirt. You frowned deeply, watching him furiously wiping at his eyes as he pushed his way through the doors. You slumped back in your chair, biting at your nails - a bad habit you seemingly picked up from the spazz you called a boyfriend. You felt horrible for what you said, the look on his face devastating. He meant no harm yet you threw it all back in his face.

“Damn,” you whispered to yourself, ruffling your hair. You stared at your books, your heart no longer in it to finish all of your homework. You didn’t care how it landed as you swept your belongings into your bag, slinging it over your shoulder. “I will make it up to him. I have to.”

Hours later, Stiles sat on his bed, watching The Empire Strikes Back for the millionth time. His focus wasn’t on his laptop though. His eyes were red, a pillow hugged to his chest. He was hurt by what you said, though he understood why you said those things. It just broke his heart to actually hear it. He didn’t want to cry, but he did. He wanted to forget, but he couldn’t.

His phone chimed from his table, the spazz turning to look at it. The screen lit up, a sad smile appearing on his face. He grabbed his phone, looking at the picture of you o his lock screen blowing a kiss at him. He let out an inaudible sigh, unlocking to read the message he got.

[Princess Leia 💞: My dearest Han Solo. It is I, your Princess Leia. Years ago, you asked me to be your girlfriend, and in that time, I have failed to do one simple thing for you: watch the Star Wars movies with the man I love. Now I beg you to forgive me in this struggle against May fourth and couples quarrels. I have placed information vital to this mission in your hands because frankly, you already own the movies. I will be by tomorrow at noon sharp to have a Star Wars marathon with you, the goal being to get through the originals. This is our most desperate hour - my most desperate plea. I’m sorry for what I said and I want to make it up to you. It’s no May The Fourth Be With You, but we can certainly have Revenge of the Fifth, right? Please, Han Solo (I CAN’T SAY OBI WAN KENOBI, IT RUINS THE MOOD), you’re my only hope.]

Stiles found himself laughing, more tears sliding down his cheeks, this time happily. You tried so hard to apply his love of Star Wars to your apology, planning to make a concerted effort to make it up to him, finally watching the movies from start to end. He placed his phone down, using the collar of his worn Yoda shirt to wipe his tears, shaking his head.

“God, I love you,” he whispered. Grabbing the phone, he took a deep breath before replying.

[Han Solo 💞: Bring popcorn.]

[Princess Leia 💞: Already bought it. And M&Ms.]

[Han Solo 💞: The Force is strong with this one.]

You shut the door behind you, kicking off your shoes before treading further into the house. You glanced at yourself in the hallway mirror in passing, adjusting the Star Wars shirt you bought last second that morning. You had to admit: you looked damn good. It hugs your form perfectly and you knew Stiles would love it no matter what. Satisfied, you continued into the house, calling for your boyfriend.

“Stiles? You here? I let myself in with my key!” you said.

“Living room!”

You walked in, finding the couch transformed into a comfort lounge. He had dragged every blanket in the house down, laying them out to make a comfy cuddle spot, the fleece Mets blanket ready to be draped over your forms. The pillows lined the back, more for Stiles than you. He was your pillow. He has cans of soda on the table, a bowl prepped for the popcorn and candy. The movies were on the tv stand, A New Hope on the tv already and ready to play.

“Wow,” you bemused. “You transformed this place.”

“Only the best for my girl,” he smiled, rushing over to hug you. Your bag hit the ground with a thud, returning his tight embrace. He pulled away, playing with a strand of your hair before taking in your attire. His breathing stopped, his eyes flickering. “I-I… Fuck.”

“What?” you hummed playfully.

“Just,” he breathed. “The way you’re dressed.”

“Just for you,” you laughed, spinning to show off the shirt you bought. “Though, I’m disappointed in you. You aren’t matching now. I dressed up just for you and you’re not showing Star Wars pride.”

He rubbed his lips together, backing towards the stairs. “Just. Make the popcorn and I will be down in a minute.” He tripped over the steps, stumbling to walk up them. “One minute!”

You giggled, picking up your bag and heading for the kitchen, making the popcorn as requested. He was back in the living room when you were done, wearing a black Star Wars shirt that almost matched your own. You grinned, flopping onto the cuddle couch. “That’s better. Now, come cuddle me so we can watch these movies.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, flicking off the lights, grabbing the remote, and dropping next to you. You curled into his chest, the popcorn dumped into a bowl on his lap. “No sleeping, princess. Alright?”

“I know.”

“And what’s the rule on kissing? Is it proper etiquette to kiss you? Or push you away to watch the movies?”

You glanced up at him, kissing him softly. “Between movies.”

“Fair.”

The afternoon flew by watching the movies, the second movie having just ended. As promised between each movie, you found yourself in a heated kiss, the empty bowl of popcorn resting on the table in front of you. Your bodies were curled under his Mets blanket, leg over his lap to press yourself together together. Your arms wound around his neck, tugging at his dark locks, occasionally massaging at his shoulders under his shirt. His were on your waist, keeping a searing hold on your already hot skin.

Your heads tilted in opposite directions, furiously kissing at each others lips. You didn’t care that your noses brushed with each movement or your teeth clashed. Your tongues swirled together between your cheeks, soft moans vibrating his throat. The noisy kisses filled the steamy air of the room, smacking together with every disconnect. Your chests were pressed to each other, hearts pounding hastily against your chests.

He pulled away from the kiss, running his hand over your breasts through the shirt. “So smart. So beautiful. Fuck, how did I get lucky with you?”

“I question that every day with you,” you told him, smiling against his lips. You dropped a hand under the blanket, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding in to feel his erection. He grunted softly, hips ucking into your touch. “You are so amazing, Stiles.”

“Don’t tease,” he whimpered slightly. You grinned, stroking him inside his pants, his breathing picking up. “I dunno if I can make it through the third movie, princess. I think we need to move to the bedroom. I need to be deep inside you. Fuck, I’m so horny for you.”

“Stiles,” you whimpered. His hand moved from your chest to your own jeans, following the lead on unbuttoning them. His hand slid between your legs, ghosting through your folds.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned. His cock twitched in your hand, wanting more. “I can just picture your wet little cunt around me. Oh god, I need it. Even if you ride me right here, I need you.”

“Fuck, Stiles,” you whined, two fingers dipping into your core. “God, Stiles. I’m so wet for you. I can already feel your giant cock inside me, thrusting as fast as you can. You hit all the right spots. You make me moan. You spank me. You pull my hair. Hell, choke me, baby. I don’t care. I just want to cum and feel you cum inside me.”

“Holy god. I love your filthy mouth,” he grumbled, pressing a sloppy kiss to your lips, tongues visibly battling. You stroked him faster, his own fingers speeding up. “I want to fuck you, princess. Right here, right now.”

“I know,” you told him, pulling away. He fell face first in the couch when you hand pulled out, his hand pulled free and your body vanishing from his hold. He pushed up quickly, finding you fixing your pants. You fixed your hair, straightening your clothes. “Unfortunately, I have to run a few quick errands right now. It should only take an hour or so, but how about you meet me back at my house to watch the last movie.”

“But-”

“I love you,” you whispered, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, bolting for the door. Stiles followed after you, attempting to fix his pants, the bulge highly evident. He palmed himself, standing in the entryway with you.

“You’re really going to leave me with this?” he asked, forehead wrinkling. “You turn me on like this and leave? What am I supposed to do with this little problem?”

“Stiles, baby. How do you normally get rid of an erection?” you joked, pulling on your shoes.

“What?” he asked incredulously. “Porn. Or your naked body.”

You pat his cheek, kissing his lips softly. “And, on your laptop, you have a private file of nudes that if I find out get leaked will result in your immediate downfall. By which I mean your balls ripped off painfully. Now, do me a favor, and don’t get off too much. Save some for later.”

You winked, slipping out the front door, leaving a flabbergasted boyfriend behind. He rubbed his face with his hands, making for his room. He wondered what you meant - what you had in store - but didn’t bother to stress about it. His focus was on the erection between his legs first.

He unlocked the front door to your house, the darkness inside overwhelming. He was confused. Your car was out front, but the house showed no sign of life. “Y/N?” he called, earning no response. He glanced at the time, a little over an hour having passed since you ran out on him. He run his hand through his hair, shutting the door behind him regardless. “Baby, are you home?”

Maybe she went on a stroll around the block? He tried to falsely reason, knowing it was not even close to being true. Using his phone for light, he weaved through the house to your room, furrowing his brow when he saw the light peeking out from under the door.

He knocked once. “Y/N? You awake?” No response. He furrowed his brow, knocking louder. “Y/N?” He shuffled between his feet, becoming more anxious by the second. He wasn’t sure what to do. Finally, he knocked again. “Baby, I’m going to come in, alright? If you’re asleep, I’ll leave.”

Earning no response again, he cracked open the door. Candlelight flickered on the walls, rose petals strewn across the floor. The low hum of Han Solo and Princess Leia’s Love Theme played through a wireless speaker perched on the computer desk in his sight. Stiles cocked his head in confusion, pushing the door open wider. Hs footsteps were slow to enter, but he froze the second he got in entirely.

You were laying on your bed, a fuzzy black blanket under you. You were resting on your side against some black pillows, a mountain of pillows behind you with a blanket thrown over it. There was a sign tape to the wall, an arrow pointing at the mound that read ‘This is supposed to be Jabba’, making Stiles stiffle a loud chortle. You had put up printouts of C-3PO and R2D2, Jabba’s minions,and even Boba Fett taped to the wall, attempting to recreating the scene from Return of the Jedi.

What caught his attention most was that you were clad in the familiar gold bikini Leia wore in the movie. The red, slowing veils covered the front and back of the g-string thong, the veil having shifted just enough to show off your ass. Your hair was tied in a tight braid that rested over your shoulder. You had done your makeup to perfection, rubbing your lips together. And to complete the package, you had a chain around your neck that was clasped to the metal grating headboard you had.

“Holy shit,” he breathed lowly. You gave a seductive grin, drawing circles on the fuzzy blanket.

“You’ve come to save me, my Han Solo,” you whispered, Stiles’ body flaring from simple words. He took small steps forward, unsure of himself. “Or, are you my Yoda? What should I call my savior from the cruelty of Jabba the Hutt?”

“Your Yoda?” He let out, licking his lips. He pulled his shirt over his head as he walked, dropping it to the ground without remorse. His biceps flexed and his pecs tensed, the hair on his chest and stomach deliciously dark. He unbuttoned his jeans as he inched forward, letting them hang low on his hips, showing off his v-lines. “I’m definitely your Han Solo, princess.”

“Then, don’t stand there frozen in carbonite. Save me, Han.”

He rushed forward, pushing the mound of pillows off the bed, rolling you onto your back. His lips found yours, kissing you fast and hard, the kiss far from clean. Your hands traced his torso, winding around his neck to tangle in his hair. He was tugging at the straps of the golden top, trying to rip it from your skin. He had to pull you from the bed to pull it over your head, the straps tangling before he got it off, leaving it dangling on the chain around your neck.

He went back to kissing you, palming your breasts in his hands, massaging the nipples between his fingers. You mewled into the kiss, letting his lips dominate yours completely. Your tongues tangled together, practically salivating into each others mouths. He pulled away to leave wet kisses down your neck, laying you back to the bed with his mouth attached to your chest. He rolled the nipple between his lips, flicking the hard peak with his tongue before kissing it swiftly. He growled against them at the sounds of your moans, kneading your other breast in his hand.

“God, Stiles,” you whimpered loudly, arching into him. You tugged at his hair, pushing him into your chest more. “I find your lack of nudity disturbing…”

He pulled away with a pop, a laugh replacing his ragged breathing. “Seriously?” he asked, looking up at you. You nodded with a smile, making his widen. “You have a completely different tune than yesterday.”

“I told you I wanted to make it up to you. I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.”

“I know,” he chuckled. He kissed down your body more, licking along the g-string. “You know, I should be saying that to you. You need to be more nude, princess.”

“I’m pretty sure I have less on than you,” you quipped. “I’m in a thong, Stiles. Waiting for you to spank me.”

“Holy God,” he groaned. “So hot.”

“Just remember, Stiles,” you let out, pushing up into him, connecting your lips. Your lips skimmed his as your spoke, your words seductive once more. “I like it rough.”

“Jesus,” he groaned. He slid down your body, tugging down the g-string and red veil that covered your core. You were dripping for him already, Stiles going slack jawed. “God, I definitely like this side of you. This… nerdy girl that I fell in love with when I was ten. And she’s all mine. God, you can’t be real.”

“Well, I am,” you hummed, trying to tug at his jeans. “Now, I suggest you shut up and fuck me. I’m quite ready to do what I was ready for over an hour ago.”

“Well, sounds like a personal problem considering you left me,” he snickered. “But, I get why you said not to jerk off more than once. Trust me, it was tempting. Those pictures I have of you are phenomenal. I love you. I love your body. I love your personality. And fuck, I could have easily came three more times.”

“Well, hopefully you can cum that many times inside me,” you said, voice tight. “I won’t be nice again, Stiles. Fuck. Me.”

“Such a foul mouth you have, princess,” he grinned. He rolled off the bed, droppings his jeans, shoes flying in different directions. His boxer briefs came next, erection slapping his stomach as it stood proud. The tip was red with want, precum oozing through the slit. He stroked himself slowly, watching the look on your face contort with desire. You licked your lips, ready to pounce if needed. The was taunting you, showing off the cock you wanted inside you this instant. “How should you be punished?”

You stared at him, a mischievous smile growing on your cheeks. You shifted positions, your legs spread wide to give him a full pussy shot. Your fingers ran over your folds, Stiles eyes narrowing on your actions, his orbs almost black with lust. “However you want,” you told him firmly.

He practically flew across the room, claws bared when he collided with your form. You let out a loud moan, Stiles buried deep inside you without much effort. He didn’t waste time, wrapping your legs around his waist, pounding himself into you rapidly. You moaned loudly, arms slung around his neck, head falling back into the pillows that were scattered across the bed. Your nails raked across his back, red marks lining his muscled skin.

His lips met yours, vehemently thrusting into you, his cock pistoning in and out at God-like speeds. Your moans vibrated your body, your form shaking under his hold. Even though he had barely started you were at your wits end, ready to cum multiple times from what he was doing. The way his cock hit your g-spot with every thrust made your body shudder, your core growing wetter with time. It made it easier for him to push faster and harder, the slick fluids coating his skin aiding his thrusts. His length rubbed against your walls, the sensitivity at max from the erotic circumstance you found yourself in. Whatever he did to you made you claw more at his skin, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

“Fuck!” you cried out. “Fuck me, Stiles! Oh god, more!”

“You’re so dirty, baby,” he growled, sucking dark marks to your neck and collarbone. His thrusts got faster, panting from the way he pushed. “You like me pounding your sweet little pussy? You like me pleasing you?”

“God, yes!” you cried out. “Do whatever you want to me, Stiles. Just make me cum until I can’t see straight.”

“God, I love you,” he grunted, pulling out of you. You whimpered at the loss, feeling him flip your body to your hands and knees. You watched him scurry forward on the bed, unhooking the end of the chain around your neck. He shook free the bra from earlier, wrapping the chain around his hand until it was short and taut. He resumed his position behind you, smoothing his hand over your ass slowly. “You also have a fine ass.”

“I can say the same about you,” you hummed. “Yours is nice and round. And it has these cute little moles everything. And man, I love to smack it.”

“Like this?” he popped out, smacking your ass with a sickening crack. You squealed, whined and moaned at the same time, pushing your ass back against him.

“Again,” you pleaded, repeating the noises louder when his hand connected to your skin again.

“Dirty, dirty girl,” he grinned, his cock sliding your your folds teasingly. He carefully pushed in, pulling out completely to leave you crying for more. He repeated the process a few more times before stilling inside you, listening to your drawn out moan. “My dirty girl. She likes when I do her from behind, huh?”

“I do,” you whined, glancing back at him. “It the best feeling, Stiles. Now, please. Make me cum.”

He nodded, slowly building up his speed until he was pounding against your ass, the slapping of his hips against your skin loud around the room. His balls smacked against your folds with each thrust, Stiles fervently pounding into you. He tapped you sweet spot without trying, hearing you scream his name loudly.

He tugged on the chain, slightly restricting your airway. Spots formed in your vision, the lessening of air intensifying the feeling of his thrusts. You whimpered for him, pleading through broken words for more, telling him to do whatever he wanted to you. His hand connected with your ass, bright red hand prints stained on your skin. He pushed himself into you, chest heaving and cock twitching.

He darted forward, pulling the rubber band fro your hand, ruffling your hair free from the braid to grip it tightly. He tugged at it the same way he tugged at the chain on your neck, your moans freely filling the room. He grunted in satisfaction, pushing even harder than before.

“Go, Stiles! Yes! More, baby!” you screamed, Stiles more indistinguishable noises in agreement. He glanced hazily to the side, peering your forms in the vanity mirror in your room, licking his lips. Your breasts bounced with each thrust, your eyes tightly shut and your face displaying a look of pleasure. He could see the red lines across his back and the red on your ass, feeling fulfilled. The only thing he wish he could see as a cherry on top of the sundae would be you playing with your clit, but your shaking body told him that was impossible.

Maybe next time.

“Cum for me, princess,” he huskily spoke, goosebumps forming along your skin. You moaned loudly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, clapping skin growing louder. His thrusts were growing sloppy, both of you close to your end. “Cum, baby.”

You whimpered, body collapsing against the blankets and pillows in a fit of quakes. Your walls hugged him close, limbs giving into the orgasm that washed through your pores. Your knot inside you unraveled, toes curling repeatedly. You gripped at the bed as much as possible, your juices splattering your walls and down his cock. His own thrusts slowed, sliding in and out easily from the moisture along his length. You were warm around him, the tightness overwhelming him. He, too, snapped, grunting as he came. Strings of his hot seed spilled into you, mixing with your arousal in your core. Your walls hugged him close, milking him for every drop of the liquid you craved. He rode you both through your highs, prolonging your orgasm as much as he could.

Pulling free from you, he collapsed face first on the bed next to you, silence consuming the room. Your hand reached blindly for him, finally finding his and lacing your fingers together. You turned your head towards him, giving him a lazy smile.

“Hey, Stiles.”

“Hm?”

“Have I told you that I love you?” You pondered. He nodded. “Well, I’m glad. I hope you know how much I love you. Because, you stole my heart like the rebels stole the Death Star plans.”

Stiles laughed, turning to look at you. “I love you so much, just for that.” He shuffled closer to you, kissing you gently. “A girl after my own heart. Smart, beautiful and can quote Star Wars.”

“Only for you,” you told him. “I’m really sorry I snapped at you. I wanted to make it up to you, so I binged all since movies last night after I got home. And came up with this. Decorated, dressed up, and planned all of this. I wanted to show you I do care.”

“I know you do,” he whispered. “And this was fucking amazing, baby. It really was. I’m glad I have you.” He slowly unclasped the chain from your neck, kissing your neck. “I love you, Y/N. You are my Princess Leia.”

“I love you too. Thank you for being my Han.”

He grinned, kissing you again. “Now, can we watch Return of the Jedi? I was promised all the originals!”

“Needy bastard,” you grumbled, rolling away from him and off the bed. You blew out the candles, flicking on a light as you left the room. Stiles sat up, watching you leave, his mouth wide open.

“Baby?” he called. No response. “Princess?” Nothing. “Y/N!”

“Let’s go, loser!”

Stiles smiled, uncaring for his nude state. He ran after you, the two of you cuddled for another Star Wars movie to mark the year’s Star Wars Day.

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Playing the Part

Prologue: Overture

Summary: As a stage manager who's clawed her way up from bottom, Emma Swan can handle just about anything thrown her way. But does that include handsome lead actor Killian Jones? A CS Broadway AU. Rated T for language. Also on AO3.

A/N: It’s finally here - the Broadway AU I’ve been threatening to write for ages! I’m excited to finally post this, and I hope you’re excited to read it. I’ve got a bunch of these saved up - 7 completed chapters and significant chunks of 4 more - so I should be able to post these every Monday.

I had a lot of help getting this to its final state, so special thanks to @katie-dub for coming up with the title, @kmomof4 for proofing my outline, and @snidgetsafan for her ever-exceptional beta skills. Y’all are the best.

Each chapter title will be pulled from musical songs. The overture is traditionally the music that plays after the lights dim but before the show starts, and oftentimes sets the stage for the show to come by combining snippets of the musical numbers to come.

Overarching disclaimer: my theater experience is purely on the community theater level and only on the techie side, not the acting side. I strive for accuracy, but pull on my own experience and as such may not achieve it.

Tagging those who have expressed interest or I think will like this: @winterbaby89, @thejollyroger-writer, @mythologicalmango, @allons-y-to-hogwarts-713, @revanmeetra87, @onceuponaprincessworld, @courtorderedcake, @snowbellewells, @branlovesouat, @aerica13, @searchingwardrobes, @teamhook, @awkwardnessandbaseball. Send me a message if you want me to keep tagging you or to be added to this list!

Without further ado: enjoy!

Emma Swan falls into working theater crew somewhat on accident.

That’s the story of her life, really – unexpectedly pregnant at 18, moved to New York on a whim (the reasoning being roughly “if not now, when?”), ended up with a job at Granny’s Diner because it happened to be next to what must be the only free parking in the city, and with a roommate because the owner’s granddaughter just happened to be looking for an apartment and a roommate at that very time.

In the same vein, while it was less of an accident that she became friends with Mary Margaret Blanchard (NYU theater major and friend of Ruby’s who liked to study at the diner), it was entirely by chance that Mary Margaret got her working crew. The truth of the matter is that Emma had a 4-month-old and very little cash, and the NYU theater department needed someone to do some scenery painting. While she may not have been the most artistic of people, Emma was pretty sure that she could handle putting paint on the wall. She could come in whenever she wasn’t working at Granny’s, and best of all, she could bring Henry with her in his carrier. It’s a perfect convergence of circumstances. The powers that be must have been pleased, because come show week, they’d asked her to stay and help move sets. And after that, well… things just spiraled from there.

The funny thing is that Emma had never considered herself a theater fan. When she had started working NYU shows, it had just been a job, not some great passion. Granted, she had only seen a terrible high school production of Fiddler on the Roof and a nearly worse community theater production of Ragtime – and both only because they were free and through her school at the time. There just wasn’t really a chance to see any quality theater as a foster kid. Ruby, when she found that out, naturally decided to fix the situation immediately by taking Emma and Mary Margaret to see Chicago for her own birthday. And as soon as Emma heard “All That Jazz”… she was gone. There was no going back.

Emma somehow found herself an unofficial member of the NYU theater family, especially when visiting lecturers and special events used the auditorium – events that still needed staffing but that the theater majors were reluctant to assist with. From there, she followed Mary Margaret and Ruby (their own aspiring costume designer) through their own smaller roles and shows. Ruby took extra classes in hair and makeup at a local cosmetology school, hoping to expand her portfolio of talents. Mary Margaret kept adding to her resume any way she could, working on any show that would cast her. And Emma somehow continued working her way up the ranks, recommended by word of mouth, towing a toddler (and later a child) along with her. Somehow, all those fortunate accidents brought her here, to this moment – an adult with her own place, a great kid, a support system of friends she views as family, and an ever-rising positive reputation in a decently paid profession. For someone who thought, ten years ago, that her life would be a series of dead end jobs and tiny apartments shared with roommates she’d despise, every day is like she’s living a dream.

This feels like the pinnacle of her achievements, however. She’s certainly worked as a stage manager before – in fact, it’s become her own niche, calling the shots. Her unconventional education has resulted in a working knowledge of nearly all the aspects of technical theater, which has proved incredibly helpful in dealing with her various colleagues. It’s like speaking another language - people are more willing to fill her in on the more complicated terminology when she shows she knows the basics. But this… this is a whole different thing. This isn’t one of her Off-Broadway shows, or one of her limited runs, but a major production. It wasn’t supposed to be – when she signed on as stage manager, set to work with a young director she came up with at NYU, it was still Off-Broadway, an adaptation of Pride & Prejudice they already knew would either be a huge hit or sink into obscurity. But then, some investor who loved the original work caught wind of Merlin’s vision, and suddenly, they had a significantly higher budget, a theater right in the heart of the theater district, and likely a lengthy run – if all goes well. Oh, and one more thing had significantly increased – the pressure on everyone involved.

Of course, just to complicate things, the change in venue isn’t the only thing weighing on Emma’s mind. Initially, Emma had been asked to serve as one of the assistant stage managers, to work backstage the way she prefers and relaying the stage manager’s orders, helping the entire show run smoothly. However, even that plan had changed. The intended production stage manager, finding herself pregnant with twins and violently ill as a result, chose not to participate in the show. Emma can’t blame her – she remembers how tired she was with Henry, and he was only one baby. But Merlin had then asked Emma to step up into an expanded role, saying that he trusted her for this position more than anyone else.

Emma’s flattered, she really is, but the truth is that she’s never run a show at this level. Call the cues for a show, check the equipment, coordinate everything that needs to happen? Yes, sure, of course. She can do that in her sleep now (somewhat literally, sadly – she’s developed an unconscious habit of dreaming the various light cues). She’s stage managed her smaller shows without any issues. But with a budget this large and stakes this high? Feeling like she personally is the linchpin that could make this show soar or crash in spectacular fashion? On a show they’re all aware could make their careers? That’s new, and terrifying, and Emma privately wonders if she’s the right woman for the job.

But she takes the promotion for that very reason - it’s new, and an incredible opportunity to get her name out there if the production succeeds. She’d be an idiot to turn this down, but that doesn’t make her any less nervous.

Really, at the end of the day, this latest promotion is representative of how she’s made her way through most of her career – a bunch of happy accidents and an unwillingness to say no to any opportunity, now having lead her to a cold room and a crowd of men who all want to be Mr. Darcy.

Nice.

Honestly, this part of the job leaves her as basically a glorified secretary, recording everyone’s contact information so that she and Merlin can handle callbacks later. He asks for her opinion every so often, but honestly, what is he expecting her to say? She can’t carry a tune, and her opinions are usually “yeah, he seems like he won’t be a complete pain in my ass”. They’ve already pre-cast their Elizabeth – a lovely woman named Belle French, who had been an up-and-coming TV actress before an ugly scandal with a prominent producer – but Merlin had wanted someone new for Mr. Darcy. Emma can’t help but understand and agree with that decision – Mr. Darcy is somewhat of an unknown factor for so much of the source material, it seems appropriate that their actor also be something of an unknown quantity, someone the public doesn’t know how to define yet. Unfortunately, they must have overly emphasized the arrogant side of Darcy in the casting call, not the shy romantic, which seems to have brought out every egotistical actor in the city - all convinced that they would be perfect for the role. Don’t get her wrong, the arrogant façade Darcy presents is certainly important (and definitely present in this room, good lord), but Pride & Prejudice was one of the few books in high school Emma actually enjoyed – she knows there needs to be more than that. Whoever they choose needs to also be able to pull off a certain amount of vulnerability, a certain level of discomfort and awkwardness. So many of these would-be Darcys are just too… suave for her taste.

That’s why she’s particularly hopeful about this next prospect. He had swaggered in, as confident as the rest, but as she’d watched him interact with the others, there had been a certain amount of nerves that the rest weren’t letting show. He aces the choreography audition (perhaps because he throws himself into rehearsing in a way the others don’t, like it’ll ruin their persona if they’re shown practicing the steps), has a singing voice that will work well for Darcy (while looking adorable, scratching behind his ear when they ask about his relatively small experience on the stage). What really sells things for Emma, however, is how, when introduced to Belle for a test of how they’ll act together, he stutters over all his words and turns bright red after finally blurting out a “oh, I’ve heard so much about you!”. He’s an awkward mess behind that swagger and false confidence, and it’s a little perfect.

(It doesn’t hurt that he’s easy on the eyes, and one of the more polite Darcys she’s dealt with today.)

So when, after a very long day, she’s asked her opinion about the variety of men who auditioned that day, Emma doesn’t hesitate to put her personal vote in for Killian Jones.

God, she just hopes she doesn’t come to regret that decision.

#Playing the Part #my writing #cs ff #modern AU #Broadway AU #stage manager!Emma #actor!Killian

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somewhere to begin | Raven/Shaw | The 100

Rating: General Audiences Words: 3461 Tags: Fluff, Casual Conversation, Canon Divergent, Canon Compliant, Romance while fleeing for your lives A/N: I know people are already writing fluff for them, and better than I can, but I love them and want them to be soft and happy. my note for this one was “ wherein Raven and Shaw try to have a light conversation and it isn’t light at all. this is blatant fluff and also an ode to ‘raven reyes deserves better’”

tagging: @zavenkru

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The gentle flicker of firelight on cave walls is soundtracked by quiet murmurs of conversation and light popping of wood. None of the people talking would risk any more noise than that, there’s no chance of any sort of exclamation or raucous argument such as Shaw is used to hearing. Everyone gathered here, secreted away in a vast network of caves and tunnels, knows how much danger they’re in right now. They glance around constantly, nervous and confident that at any moment McCreary and his thugs will come racing in to slaughter them all.

They’re right to be nervous, and Shaw knows it better than any of them. If they’re lucky, McCreary will be so consumed by rage when he finds them that he will just kill all of them. The unlucky will survive that, and he’ll keep them around, to torture and kill as the whims take him. Shaw keeps that knowledge to himself, though, and lets the others fear only death.

The risk of all that, of course, would be mitigated by him leaving. Shaw knows that his staying with the group only puts them more in harm's way, and he really ought to make his escape as soon as possible. Not for his sake, because whatever waits for him back in camp isn’t going to be pretty, but for the sake of all the refugees - well, one in particular, but everyone would benefit just the same. That’s why he’s kept himself separate, simply observing from his position in a dark corner of the main cave. His presence is dangerous, and he’s not the only one who knows it.

From across the room, Shaw can feel Echo’s eyes burn into him with naked intent. She hasn’t killed him yet, but he knows that she would, if she were given just a moment without someone nearby to stop her. Sometimes, when Shaw remembers some of the more horrific things McCreary has done in the name of extracting information, he thinks he ought to let her. It would be the correct thing to do, right? But if he’s being entirely honest, Shaw doesn’t want to die.

He makes very sure not to react to Echo’s attention, avoiding eye contact and trying not to tense up. It’s hard, especially without something to distract himself, only able to study one of the small fires in an effort to prevent himself from going over there and demanding she either kill him or move on already. Shaw’s pretty used to death threats after all his time with criminals, and he has to remind himself that Echo doesn’t have any real reason to restrain herself. The Eligius criminals couldn’t kill him, for the very same reason that she wants to.

Shaw holds out for a remarkably long time before the constant observance gets to him, and he pushes himself suddenly to his feet. Several people around him startle, so caught up in their own worry that the slightest change in their environment is a cause for alarm. Screw this, though. Screw sitting there as Echo fantasizes about his death, isolating himself in an effort to… what? He knows he’s not going to leave, he would have done so already if he were seriously inclined.

Shaw makes his way very intentionally past Echo, over to where Raven and Emori are seated, tinkering with some mechanical thing. Making weapons, he’s pretty sure he can deduce that much from the snippets of their conversation he picks up on. But the way they talk is that of the self-taught; he has no doubt that to themselves and each other they make sense, but the amount of half finished sentences leaves Shaw entirely unable to fully understand what they’re doing.

Emori notices his approach first and nudges Raven’s knee with her own, leaning over to whisper something as Raven looks up at him. Whatever it was startles a smile and a half-laugh from Raven, which Shaw can’t help but smile in response to. There’s something about her that makes it impossible for him to hold his composure, especially when they’re not actively in danger, and her smile is brighter than the campfires littered around them.

As Shaw reaches them, Emori stands and passes by him, leaving him alone with Raven with no comment other than a conspiratorial wink. He nods at her as she leaves; Shaw likes her, at least as well as he can given their brief interactions. He likes her even more now, though, for giving him time alone with Raven.

“Shaw,” Raven greets him warmly, still seated amidst a pile of scrap metal, and Shaw is tempted to take a seat right next to her. But the hair on the back of his neck stands, and he glances over his shoulder to see Echo still watching him.

“Is there somewhere more private we could go?” Shaw asks, thinking only of getting away from the obsessive assassin. Raven perks up and starts to push herself to her feet immediately, taking Shaw’s hand when he offers it to her for assistance.

“Yeah, let’s just-” Raven cuts off and looks around the central cave for a moment before spying Emori again, gesturing with her chin. “Come on.”

Shaw is more than happy to follow her as she walks over and makes a vague excuse, saying that they’re going to go see if there’s any other ways into the cave system. Not that there’s any chance of that, of course, these caves were all well explored and mapped as soon as they took up base here. But it lets someone know where they are, and gives them a reason for Shaw to follow behind Raven, picking up a torch as they cut out of the main cave into one of the tunnels branching off of it.

Until they step finally out of sight, Shaw swears he can feel Echo watching him, and he has no reason to doubt that feeling at this point. He sighs with relief as the light of the main cave fades, leaving him alone with Raven and their single torch.

“She really wants to kill me, huh?” Shaw thinks out loud, and Raven looks over her shoulder at him with her eyebrow raised.

“Echo?” At Shaw’s nod, Raven shrugs a shoulder in an awkward gesture. “It’s a little more complicated than that. I mean, don’t get me wrong, she does and you should never be alone with her, but it’s not anything personal.”

“Gonna be honest, it’s hard not to take that personally,” Shaw jokes, and Raven gives him a half smile for his efforts.

“Yeah, I get that, but it’s- here.” Raven kicks a few rocks and holds her hand out, reaching towards the torch that Shaw gives up without question. She plants it in between a few rocks, and then sits on a natural sort of chair made by the rock wall, stretching her leg out in front of her with a sigh of relief. She looks up at him expectantly and pats the rock ledge next to her when Shaw doesn’t seat himself right away.

“As I was saying, it really isn’t personal.” Raven picks her train of thought back up, looking at the rocks on the other side of the tunnel as Shaw indulges himself in turning to look at her. “How much do you know of her world? In between yours and now, I mean.”

Shaw tries to recall all that he knows and comes up relatively short. Kane’s told Diyoza some of it, Clarke gave them a brief history, but he himself doesn’t know a lot of details. “Some of it. Nukes wiped out most of the planet, people formed tribes or something in the wake of it.”

“Kru,” Raven corrects him. “And while you’re not wrong, there’s a lot more than that. For Echo, she was raised from infancy to be a spy and an assassin. All she ever knew was serving her King and her people. Some of the stuff she’s told us- Well, it’s not pretty. She did everything she could for them, and then she was cast out, and that’s where we came in. We picked her up right before the world ended again, and we’ve tried to help her grow and figure out who she is beyond what she was made to be. And she has, but-”

Raven frowns for a second, gathering her thoughts, “She thinks you’re a threat to us. And she’ll do anything to keep us safe. So, while she does want to kill you, it’s not because she doesn’t like you or thinks you deserve to die. It’s the best way she knows to keep us safe. When you grow up and all you know is killing and death, it’s hard to think of any other way.”

“I get it,” Shaw admits, “I definitely understand wanting to keep you safe. It would be nice if I didn’t have to die for it, though.”

Raven laughs lightly, “Yeah, that would be nice. Stick by me, and you’ll be safe. The one thing she’s more afraid of than us getting hurt, is disappointing us and getting cast out again.”

“That’s-” Shaw thinks about it, about what kind of person Echo must be and what she must have gone through that she would let a known threat live just to avoid being left alone, and he can’t deny it touches him. “That’s really sad.”

Raven, somewhat to his surprise, simply shrugs. He wonders at that, if she genuinely doesn’t think that’s sad, or if she’s experienced so much else that it seems like nothing in comparison. He realizes, not for the first time, that he doesn’t know that much about Raven. She had a rough childhood that he understands a little too well, but surely in between then and now there must have been something other than tragedy.

“I guess I was the one who made it not a casual conversation this time, huh?” Shaw attempts to lift the mood and change the subject, and Raven turns her head to grin at him.

“Well now we’re both culprits of that, I guess.” Raven stretches her arms above her head with a small grunt and drops them to her leg, idly massaging it. “Honestly I don’t even know what a casual conversation would be at this point.”

Shaw wants to ask about her leg, but he knows that’s not going to be less tragic. He wants to know everything about her, the good and the bad, but now isn’t the time for that. They need a distraction from the awfulness of the world, not a reminder.

“Well, you could tell me about what it was like back on the Ark, maybe. What you did before you had to save to world all the time.” Shaw bumps her shoulder with his in a playful move. She doesn’t shrug off the contact, and to his delight, she even leans against him a litte.

“That seems like so long ago,” Raven chuckles, leaning into him further. Shaw barely controls the urge to put his arm around her and hold her to his chest. One day, maybe, but they’ve barely talked beyond life or death yet. “I was a Zero G mechanic. Youngest in 52 years.”

Shaw whistles, low and impressed, “Damn, I knew you were smart, but…”

“It’s what I’m good at. Fixing things, making something work with some electrical tape and a prayer. I mean, hell, I built most of the things we were using down here before Praimfiya, or at least drew up the plans for them.” Raven speaks plainly, not bragging, even though Shaw wouldn’t blame her for it. He’s gone up against her in a battle of wits and come out the poorer. “I guess that’s when I’m happiest, when I get to take a mess or something broken, and then I get to make it work.”

“So when did you get into coding?” Shaw asks, remembering her locking him out of his own ship. Not that a Zero G mechanic couldn’t learn how to hack, but he doubts that it was in her curriculum.

“I picked up bits and pieces that we needed to know on the Ark, but most of that was ALIE. She was a bitch and a half, but there were upsides to it.” Raven says, nonchalant.

Shaw racks his brain for a moment, but comes up dry. If Clarke or Kane had told them about ALIE, he either wasn’t privy to it, or had somehow forgotten it in with everything else. Admittedly, it had been an eventful hundred years, and he hadn’t had much time to study his recent history.

“Who was ALIE, again?” Shaw asks, and Raven hums pensively for a brief moment.

“She was an AI. Ran the City of Light, a virtual network in which everyone was… ‘perfect’.” She makes the air quotes around the word with her fingers. “Just put this chip in your body, and she’d take you there. No pain, no hate, no suffering. And no free will. She used me to further her plans, and I became one with her mainframe and coding. I could learn it all, it was just as easy as breathing. Even after Clarke and Bellamy saved me, I retained a lot of it. That almost killed me, though.”

Raven snorts at that, as if the concept of her almost dying is funny, and Shaw frowns. “What do you mean?”

“Well, they fried the chip in me with an EMP, and it left some nasty gunk in my brain. I started having hallucinations and seizures. Don’t worry, though, I’m better now.” Raven pats Shaw’s leg, to comfort him even though she’s the one who had such a horrifying thing happen to her, nevermind all the implications that Shaw actively decides not to pursue in that moment with being wired into an AI.

“That doesn’t sound like the sort of thing you just get better from,” Shaw insists, concerned despite Raven’s flippant tone and effort at comfort. She’s at the same time awe inspiring and concerning; that she could treat death so lightly, and also that she clearly is far too well acquainted with the matter.

“Well, not exactly. I figured out a way to fix it right before Praimfiya. It was risky, but if I didn’t try, I was definitely going to die. I figured that lowering my heart rate and brain activity to near death levels in an ice bath and then kick starting my system back into action would work, and it did. Hard reset,” Raven explains, in the same tone of voice she’d used to describe building tech for her people.

“So basically, you tried ‘turning it off and turning it back on again’?” Shaw asks, shocked that she had managed to come up with that solution, and doubly so that it had worked and not just killed her outright.

“Yeah, basically. It almost didn’t matter in the end, though.”

“How so?” Shaw prompts, and Raven shrugs, her shoulder pressing into his arm.

“I was alone in the lab, and like I said, impending death wave. I thought I was going to die there, even after everything I went through to live, just because no one would come get me.” Raven seems a little sad at that, but in a casual way, as if over the loss of a nice jacket, not her own life.

“Wait, you hard reset your entire body, basically dying and coming back to life, and you were alone during that?” Shaw doesn't even try to hide the baffled surprise in his voice. It was terrifying enough to imagine going through that, but alone? That means she must have had to restart her own heart, and after coming back from death, she would have had no one there to hold her and tell her it’s okay.

No wonder Raven is so flippant about dying.

“Well, n-” Raven cuts off whatever she was going to say with a sad little frown and a far away look, before shaking her head slightly. “Yeah, I was alone. But it’s fine, really Shaw, I’m okay.”

“No, Raven, it’s not okay. You’re fine now, I get that, but,” Shaw doesn’t even hesitate before taking Raven’s hand in his, “You shouldn’t have had to go through that alone. You shouldn’t have needed to die.”

“We’re all alone in the end, Shaw.” Raven sighs, but she doesn’t pull away from him. With her free hand, she starts tracing the tendons on the back of Shaw’s hand, and for all the sombre mood, he can’t help the happy fluttering of his heart. “And we certainly all die.”

“No, I don’t accept that.” Shaw shakes his head, and Raven looks up at him, her brow furrowed in a quizzical expression. “We all die - hell, right now we might die at any minute - but we don’t have to be alone. You don’t have to be alone.”

“What, are you going to be with me every second from now until I die?” Raven asks, a dark sort of humour turning up the corners of her mouth, and Shaw gives her a small smile in return.

“Maybe. I’ll do my best.”

Raven looks away from him at that, towards the far wall of the tunnel, but she doesn’t pull away. He wonders, sometimes, if maybe he’s coming on a bit too strong, but nothing he’s done so far seems to have scared her off. He can’t really imagine Raven being scared of anything, let alone him and his awkward, century-out-of-date courtship. So Shaw lets the silence grow, until eventually Raven breaks it.

“Do you like me?” She asks, not quiet and shy, gaze diverted to their joined hands, her fingers never pausing in tracing lines on the back of his hand.

“I thought I was pretty obvious about it.” Shaw laughs, a little self-conscious, but continues with total sincerity, “Yes, I like you.”

Raven’s hands still, and Shaw wonders for a moment if he’d done something wrong. He had thought their flirting was mutual, but then again, he's more than a little but out of practice with the whole deal. Plus, Raven's from an entirely different time and culture than him, it's entirely possible he'd been misreading everything.

“Then why haven't you made a move on me?” Ravena asks, and Shaw’s heart starts beating again as relief floods through him. Raven looks up at him, something close to accusation but much more vulnerable in her gaze. “You haven't even tried to kiss me.”

“Somehow it just didn’t seem right. You know, you were our prisoner, and then I was all beat up and- Well, the moment hasn’t been right. Running for our lives and being at war isn’t the most romantic, you know?”

“Romantic, huh?” Raven scoffs lightly and shakes her head, “Shaw, I was raised in space on strict rations under a totalitarian government, and then I came to Earth and the world has been ending in one way or another ever since. I can’t say romance has ever been high on my list of priorities, if that’s what’s holding you back.”

Shaw shrugs a little and leans forward slightly, as if conspiring about some secret with Raven. “Well, I happen to come from a different time, and believe me when I say that if there’s anyone in the world who’s ever been deserving of romance, it’s you, Raven Reyes.” Shaw savours the taste of her name on his tongue and his heart skips a beat at the slight flush that darkens her cheeks. If only they could have met before, how he would love to just take her away on his Harley and shoot the shit with her for hours. Maybe someday, they can do something like that. Shaw clears his throat and continues with a smile, “And I’d like to be the one to give you that, if you let me.”

Shaw has never seen Raven at a loss for words, but in this moment she seems to stumble for them, and Shaw’s heart swells at it. It’s incredible, to be able to have such an effect on such an incredible woman, and also sad to think that the reason she’s blushing is possibly that no one has ever paid her such a sincere compliment before. Of all the injustices in the world, this is one Shaw can’t abide.

“Yeah,” Raven replies after a moment, and Shaw’s grin grows. “I think I’d like that.”

“Well, then,” Shaw looks away from her at the firelight dancing on the rock walls around them. He raises one of her hands in his and returns his gaze to hers, pressing his lips to her knuckles in a chaste kiss. “This isn’t a bad place to start.”

#zaven #pilot mechanic #raven reyes #miles ezekiel shaw #zeke shaw #miles shaw #the 100 #fan fic

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