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littleprinces · 2 months ago

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Day 29: BWC

Dayeon x OC

Kinkvember Day 29

Dayeon, the lead vocalist of the popular K-pop girl group "Kep1er" was no stranger to the spotlight. With her captivating voice and stunning visuals, she had a massive fanbase worldwide. Today, however, she was not on stage but rather enjoying a quiet afternoon in a quaint café in Seoul. She was sipping her latte, watching the world outside through the window, when she noticed him. A tall, muscular American man with short blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. He was new to the city, and his eyes scanned the café with curiosity. Dayeon couldn't help but feel drawn to him.

"Excuse me," Dayeon said, standing up and walking toward him. "Are you new here?"

He turned to her, a warm smile spreading across his face. "Yes, I am. Just moved from New York. You're Dayeon, right? From Kep1er?"

Dayeon nodded, surprised. "Yes, that's me. And you are?"

"Jake," he introduced himself. "Nice to meet you, Dayeon."

A few days later, they met again at a local art gallery. Jake had a keen interest in art, and Dayeon found it fascinating to learn about his perspectives on various paintings and sculptures. As they strolled through the gallery, their hands brushed against each other, and Dayeon felt a spark.

"You have very soft hands," Jake commented, his voice low. "It's unusual for someone so famous to be so... touchable."

Dayeon smiled, her cheeks flushing slightly. "I'm glad you think so. Not many people get to see this side of me."

Their conversations grew deeper and more intimate over the following weeks. They shared stories, dreams, and fears. One evening, as they sat in Jake's apartment, Dayeon noticed the tension between them. She could see the desire in his eyes, and it mirrored her own feelings.

"Jake," she said, her voice barely a whisper. "I want you."

Jake leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a soft, gentle kiss. It deepened, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Dayeon moaned softly, her hands running through his short blonde hair.

"You're so beautiful, Dayeon," Jake whispered against her lips. "I've been wanting to do this since the first moment I saw you."

Dayeon led him to the bedroom, her heart pounding with anticipation. She started undressing him, her fingers tracing the muscles of his chest. Jake, in turn, unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. He took a step back to admire her in her lacy black bra and thong.

"God, you're perfect," he murmured, his eyes drinking her in.

Dayeon smiled, her confidence growing. "And you're so big," she said, her gaze dropping to his bulge.

Jake chuckled, stepping closer to her. "Is that right?"

Dayeon nodded, her fingers reaching for his belt. "Let me see."

She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants, revealing his large, thick cock. Dayeon gasped, her eyes widening. "Wow," she breathed. "That's big."

Jake laughed, his cock twitching in response to her words. "And you're about to find out just how big."

Dayeon knelt down, her hand wrapping around his shaft. She licked the tip, tasting the pre-cum that had gathered there. Jake groaned, his hands going to her hair.

"Fuck, Dayeon," he moaned. "That feels so good."

She took him into her mouth, her head bobbing up and down. Jake watched her, his breath coming in short gasps. "You look so hot doing that," he said, his voice strained. "But I want to fuck you. I want to feel your pussy around my cock."

Dayeon stood up, her lips glistening with his precum. "I want that too," she said, her voice husky.

Jake picked her up, carrying her to the bed. He laid her down, his body covering hers. He kissed her deeply, his hands roaming her body. He sucked on her neck, making her squirm with pleasure.

"You taste so good," he murmured against her skin.

He moved down her body, his tongue tracing her collarbone, her breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and nibbling on it. Dayeon moaned, her hands gripping the sheets.

"Yes," she gasped. "More."

Jake moved to her other breast, giving it the same attention. He then continued his journey down her stomach, his fingers hooking into her thong and pulling it off. He spread her legs, his eyes taking in her glistening pussy.

"Beautiful," he said, his voice hoarse.

He leaned in, his tongue licking her from her entrance to her clit. Dayeon cried out, her hips bucking. Jake repeated the motion, his tongue circling her clit before dipping back into her pussy.

"Oh god, Jake," Dayeon moaned. "That feels so good."

Jake continued to lick and suck her, his fingers joining in. He slipped two fingers into her, curling them to hit her G-spot. Dayeon screamed, her orgasm crashing over her.

"Fuck, Jake," she panted. "I need your cock inside me."

Jake smiled, his cock throbbing with need. He positioned himself at her entrance, his cockhead nudging her. Dayeon bit her lip, her eyes meeting his.

"Are you ready for this, Dayeon?" Jake asked, his voice low.

Dayeon nodded, her breath hitching. "Yes," she said. "I'm ready."

Jake pushed into her, his cock stretching her. Dayeon moaned, her hands going to his hips. "Ouch, yes," she said. "You're so big."

Jake grinned, his cock pulsing inside her. "And you feel so tight."

He started moving, his cock sliding in and out of her. Dayeon met his thrusts, her body moving in sync with his. Their moans filled the room, their bodies slapping together.

"Yes, Jake," Dayeon panted. "Faster."

Jake complied, his pace quickening. He leaned down, his lips meeting hers. They kissed deeply, their tongues clashing. Dayeon's nails dug into his back, her body tensing.

"I'm close," she gasped.

"Me too," Jake groaned. "Come with me, Dayeon."

He thrust into her harder, faster. Dayeon screamed, her orgasm ripping through her. Jake followed, his cock pulsing inside her as he came.

"Fuck, Dayeon," he panted, his forehead resting on hers. "That was incredible."

They stayed like that for a moment, their bodies entwined. Then, Jake rolled off her, his cock slipping out of her. Dayeon smiled, her fingers tracing his chest.

"That was amazing," she said. "I want to do it again."

Jake laughed, his arms wrapping around her. "Any time you want, Dayeon. Any time you want."

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101maverick · 7 months ago

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Damian Wayne Ah Ghul with a reader who is super shy? Like she meets his family and she's practically hiding behind Damian? No pressure, but I'm just a naturally shy person myself.

A/n: I've been thinking of a meeting like this for a while now! tho in my daydreams the reader is a lot more bubbly and stuff, but this one is super fun too! I think I might write them both out :) When it comes to Damian I tend to envision him around his canon age (12ish I think?) because it gives me agency to explore puppy love and I find it so cute! Plus I'm a sucker for school shenanigans hehe🤭 Here Damian is around 15-16 :) Hope you enjoy!! If you like my work, please consider reblogging and checking out my other works through the master list in my pinned post<3

Word count: 1642

Meeting the Family

Your hands are clammy.

Not even overtly so, just enough to make you uncomfortable, to get that unbearable out-of-place sensation one always gets when something's slightly wrong and it feels like life has decided to point a spotlight to it.

You nervously adjust your dress' skirt, fiddling with the hem to make sure it sat at just the right height. You had spent an embarrassing amount of time picking it out, having Damian come by your house earlier than necessary to make sure your choice was appropriate for this occasion, along with your hair and what little makeup you had decided to put on.

He had assured you countless times that you 'could never be anything less than far above standard' , and while that did put you at ease you still have to do your best to relax as you build up the courage to enter the house, Damian waiting by your side.

You and Damian had started 'dating' around three months ago now, and this was your first time meeting his family.

Whenever you think back to how he proposed to you a chuckle curls your lips upward, remembering how out of your depth you felt as he announced his intent of 'courting' you while he held a baby kitten out to you.

The memory loosens you up a bit, and you nod to Damian, who rings the doorbell. He's been holding your hand the whole time, something you find extremely sweet. He gives your hand a squeeze.

Sooner than you'd like, the door opens and you are greeted by the Wayne family's butler, who your boyfriend had informed you is basically like a grandfather figure for them.

He’s an older man, standing tall in a prim and creaseless suit despite his age. His eyes crinkle as the corners of his mouth uptick just the slightest bit, remaining composed as he greets you two.

“Ah, Master Damian, you have finally returned with our guest I see.” He says, looking at your boyfriend. He then turns to you. “My name is Alfred Pennyworth. It is a pleasure to finally meet you, miss…” he trails off.

You can feel your cheeks burn up, and your tongue tangles up as you haste to give him your name. You try to downplay the stutter as much as you can, and rush through the rest of greetings and pleasantries. “It is very nice to meet you as well, mr. Pennyworth.”

Mr. Pennyworth just nods curtly and opens the door wider, making space for you and Damian to enter. "I am glad, miss. Please, follow me to the sitting room." After a nod from Damian, he turns around and starts walking down the hallway to the left of the grand staircase the Manor's foyer opens up to.

The ceiling is extremely tall in this part of the house, two stories high at the very least. The ancient mahogany of the staircase is intricately carved, and the deep, rich blue-green carpet covering the steps gives the entire ensemble a much more regal look, with the way it matches the curtains that are pulled apart to let in all the midday light from the six-feet tall arch windows. It feels way too regal for someone like you.

Damian, on the other hand, looks completely in his element. Not only is this his house, he just fits in with this sort of environment, this regal, sophisticated, high-class one. The blue-green of the curtains and carpets makes the emerald of his eyes pop, and the dark mahogany compliments his tanned skin, reflecting the golden glow of the sun.

Looking at him, you feel a bit surer of yourself, and you straighten your shoulders to match his stance. You're just meeting his family. You can do this.

Mr. Pennyworth leads you to the sitting room. Damian's entire family is lounging there, the majority sitting up while a few rest on the plush couches and chairs. The moment you step foot in the doorway, all conversation stops and all eyes turn toward you.

You can't do this.

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Each of the Wayne family members are here, it seems, and the more you stand there the more you want to crawl out of your skin.

All of these people have been gathered here today for a family lunch because you have come over, and dang if that doesn't make you feel like the inconvenience of the year.

Only a fool doesn't know about how important each of them is, and you certainly aren't one.

Richard "Dick" Grayson, world-class acrobat and notorious heartthrob since his teens, and he surely has better places to be today than here. Keeping up with all of his connections is basically a full-time job, with how Gotham socialites are.

Jason Todd, recently come back from his years-long trip around the world, could be playing golf with the Prince of England right now instead of meeting his youngest brother's high-school girlfriend.

Timothy Drake, at nineteen is C.E.O. of Drake Industries and Bruce Wayne's representative for Wayne Enterprises, right now he could be closing billion-dollar business deals.

Duke Thomas, had graduated from high school at sixteen and at eighteen is in the most prestigious chemistry program in the Continent, he could be studying for the cure of cancer right now.

Cassandra Cain, Bruce Wayne's only daughter and an extremely elusive person for the media, you're sure she'd much rather a virtual stranger wasn't snooping around in her family's home.

There are also two other people, a red-haired woman that looks to be around Dick Grayson's age and a blonde girl around nineteen.

And, of course, there's Bruce Wayne in the flesh. Billionaire, philanthrope, C.E.O. of Wayne Enterprises, arguably the most important person in Gotham and certainly the richest person in New Jersey. One of his charities is always in sight every time you turn a corner on the street in Gotham Proper, his company's name is plastered on almost every single electronically device you can find, and his name is always in the mouth of the press, making headlines day in-day out.

Oh Gosh, you can already imagine it. 'Lowly peasants thinks she can date his son, Brucie Wayne obliterates her and her dynasty'.

Before you know it, your breathing has become laboured and you're standing pressed to Damian's side, trying to fuse with his shadow.

You have no idea how you're gonna hold a conversation with all of these people.

Damian, bless him, saves you. "If you all could quit ogling my beloved like imbeciles, we could go on with introductions." His chin is held up high, and he takes turns staring into each of his family members' eyes, as if daring them to object. With the way he's standing, his body almost covers you, giving you a blanket of security that allows you to relax.

The rest of the room's occupants regain their composure, and Mr. Wayne breaks out into a blinding smile, coming up to you.

"Pardon me! We just hadn't heard you coming down the hallway is all. It's a pleasure to finally meet you." Mr. Wayne holds out his hand, and you shake it. His grip is gentle. "Come in, please, make yourself comfortable."

Damian guides you to a couch next to which is a window. The rays of sun catch in his dark hair, reflecting almost-blue. He looks at you, and as he does so you relax. Damian may rarely show it but he has an extremely expressive face, and you have learned to read it.

Right now you read sureness in his jaw, calmness in the set of his brow and something warm and reassuring in the slightest widening of his eyes, the one that happens specifically when e tilts his head downwards to fix his gaze better in yours.

"I must admit I've been waiting for this moment for a good while, I was very curious. Damian has talked a lot about you."

Your eyebrows raise. You start fidgeting with Damian's hand in your lap. "Oh, he-he has?" It comes out as a mumble. You'd beat yourself up over it in normal circumstances but as it stands, you're just glad you are talking at all.

This thought is overshadowed by an eruption of laughter from further inside the room.

"Oh yes he has, the brat has been talking our ears off all day for months! By how he talks, he thinks you've hung the moon and the stars in the night sky." A cackle follows the sentence. You're pretty sure your cheeks are on fire.

Next to you, you notice the tips of Damian's ears turn darker. "Quit your complaining, Todd. It is not my fault if everything you do is subpar compared to her every action."

"Da-Damian!" You whisper-yell next to him, "You can't just say that!"

"Oh, don't worry," Pipes up someone from a chair. You recognise him as Timothy Drake. "Seeing as you've put up with him for months, I think we all believe it. It takes the patience of a saint to do that." He says, a slight smirk on his face.

The rising of cackles in the air and the indignant squawk from Damian pull a little giggle from you, and you squeeze Damian's hand while Dick Grayson placates him.

Mr. Pennyworth, who had disappeared down the hallway after you had reached the sitting room, reappears at the entrance. 1679

“Masters, Misses, the lunch is ready. If you may follow me to the dining room…”

“Thank you Alfred.” Says Mr. Wayne, and after a curt nod from the butler everyone files out of the sitting room.

As you take your place next to Damian at the dining table, listening to Damian and Timothy bicker, you feel more at ease than you ever hoped of feeling while waiting on the front steps.

Your hand is warm in Damian’s still.

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A/n: I wish I had been able to put more Damian/Reader interaction in this but in order for it to work in my vision of their eventual relationship I need them to be alone so unfortunately it couldn't happen for this pic :( I do have more Damian x Reader requests in my inbox tho so there's a high chance I'll be able to expand on it! Plus I'm considering making a list of head canons for Damian and Reader's relationship >:)

#damian wayne #damian wayne x reader #robin #dc robin #bruce wayne #brucie wayne #jason todd #tim drake #timothy drake #dick grayson #cassandra clare #duke thomas #alfred pennyworth #dc #dcugifs #dc universe #damian wayne fanfiction #maverick’s prompt fill

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alrawabi-imagines · 2 months ago

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Different

Compared to your twin brother Fiyero you were the opposites,you liked books and solitude or as Fiyero would say 'boring things' He liked being loud and obnoxious,singing and dancing showing off that he was a better dancer and more social than you. When Fiyero brought up attending Shiz university your parents forced you along with your brother. Immediately he caused a fuss in the library,making them dance,sing and disturb the silence of the library. You saw a green girl leave the library and you headed in the same direction as her. When you made it outside she was gone. You looked around but didn't see the woman so you sat down on a bench. Your mind wandered off as you sat on the bench,your thoughts were interrupted when you felt a light tap on your shoulder.

"Excuse me." A voice spoke up from behind you. You looked up to see the very woman you had been looking for.

"Yes?"The green girl had a shy smile on her face as you looked up at her.

"Am I alright to sit down?" She tilted her head to the side.

"Of course" you moved to make more space. She sat next to you and smoothed out her skirt,you couldn't help but notice that her eyes were a very beautiful hazel color.

"My name's Elphaba." She introduced herself and held her hand out to you.

“Y/N Tigelaar" you added your surname frantically,not knowing if you should or shouldn't. She seemed to recognize your last name,no doubt thanks to your brother.

"Oh you're related to Fiyero,right?" She took her hand back to herself and folded it on her lap,Elphaba's tone wasn't malicious it was simply just curiosity.

"Yeah,twin sister" you gestured to yourself "Thankfully I'm not obnoxious like him" you added. Elphaba let out a stifled chuckle,covering her mouth with her hand in an attempt to hide the smile that was starting to form on her lips.

"It would be hard to be more obnoxious than your brother." She teased. You laughed,

"That would be pretty difficult"

"Can I ask you a question? It's not rude I promise."

"Only if I get to ask one too"

"That's fair." Elphaba replied with a nod of her head. You gesture for her to go ahead

"I'm surprised you're not as sociable as your brother. I'd have thought you'd both have the same personalities." She asked with a raised eyebrow.

"We're twins not clones,besides I don't like the spotlight. I can sing,sure,but I'm a horrible dancer and I prefer being alone. I practically grew up in a library rather than surrounded by friends and parties like my brother." Elphaba hummed in acknowledgment,she could understand that she didn't enjoy being in the spotlight either.

"I don't blame you." She said with a small laugh."How do you put up with your brother in that case? He can be extremely irritating."

"You get used to it,I'm just glad he understands not to drag me into his dances"

"It's good that he doesn't force you into anything,I'm not sure I could put up with constantly being in his presence."

"Well what about you,any siblings?" you had seen her talking to a girl in a wheelchair before she left the library,you assumed it was either her sister or friend.

"Oh yes I have a younger sister,her name is Nessarose." Elphaba's tone had a hint of affection when she spoke about her sister,you noticed her expression soften as she spoke.

"She seems sweet" you said softly.Elphaba smiled slightly,she did truly love her younger sister.

"She is." She agreed."She's strong too,being wheelchair bound doesn't stop her from doing anything."nYou could tell that she cared about her sister by the way she spoke about her.

"She's a smart girl,and really cares about helping others. It's a shame that most people just see her as a fragile girl in a wheelchair." Elphaba's expression had hardened slightly in anger as she spoke.

"But she's not fragile,she's like anyone else, it's just she can't move her legs and that doesn't take anything away from her as a person" Elphaba nodded along as you spoke,finding comfort in your words.

"That's what I tell people,but all they do is pity her. But she's much more than just 'the girl in a wheelchair '"

"You must know how she feels" you stated,something about the way she spoke said something,something deeper but about herself rather than her sister. Elphaba let out a bitter laugh,you hit the nail on the head. It was a strange feeling being able to see through her so well.

"Unfortunately I know exactly what she feels like." She spoke quietly.

"Everyone judging you for something that in the end doesn't change who you are"

"Yes!" Elphaba exclaimed finally someone understood her. "No one ever sees me as a human,when they look at me all they see is green skin. No matter what I do I'll never be as accepted by society as everyone else."

"It's not gonna make much of a difference,but I accept you" Elphaba smiled at your words,hearing those words was refreshing.

"Thank you,really it does make a difference." It was silent for a moment before Elphaba spoke again. "Not to be obvious but can I ask you something?"

"Sure" Elphaba avoided eye contact as she spoke,her fingers nervously fiddling with the edge of her dress as an embarrassed expression grew on her face.

"You've never asked about my skin,you just simply accepted me for who I am. It's refreshing,so I was wondering what made you so different?"

"It really wouldn't make much of a difference,I mean it's already here. You don't ask me why my skin is the color it is,so why should I ask you?" Elphaba chuckled with disbelief,you were an interesting girl.

"Your attitude is interesting for a Shiz student,or anyone for that matter. Most people tend to judge and gossip,especially about someone they don't know. Yet you didn't,not even once."

"Well back where I come from,I'm the weird one believe it or not"

"You? " Elphaba asked with skepticism,based on her experience here at Shiz. Everyone is odd or weird in their own unusual way. "Why exactly are you the weird one? If you don't mind me asking."

"Well most people expect me to be like brother,so the fact that I'm not like him makes me the weird one" you said,it wasn't a big reason unlike hers.

"So your family wants you to be sociable,dramatic and obnoxious like your brother? I have some sympathy for you,Fiyero seems tiring."

"I don't even know why they want that,the only reasonable thing I can think of is that they think I'm lonely. I'm not by the way,I prefer to be alone with my books" you said,you knew your parents were concerned about you not having many friends.

"I doubt you're lonely." Elphaba said,agreeing with your statement. "You strike me as the type to enjoy your solitude."

"I prefer it to being surrounded by people," you explained.

"Not a very social person are you?" Elphaba teased,the corner of her lips tugging upwards into a smirk.

"Hard to believe since I've been talking to you since you sat down" you chuckled

"I'd say that I'm an exception." Elphaba's smirk grew from the sound of your laughter,it was a nice sound. "I am curious, you know." Elphaba said,her tone now more serious. "How come you aren't scared of me like the rest of the student body is?" Elphaba spoke slowly,she hadn't even known you for very long and yet she found herself being comfortable in your presence. "You're not very sociable,but you're still talking to me. Normally people just turn and walk away the moment they spot my skin,but not you."

"Is there a reason for me to be scared?"

"I suppose there isn't,but most people don't see it that way. A green skinned girl doesn't exactly scream 'friendly' to most." Elphaba laughed quietly,

"Well I'm quite the opposite of what people expect me to be"

"I can tell." Elphaba replied,the smirk still on her face. "You're definitely not how I imagined the sibling of Fiyero to be."

"You were just expecting a different colored Glinda weren't you?" You chuckled

"Gods no! No offence to Glinda but she's a little too..." Elphaba trailed off,trying to find the right word to describe Glinda without being too insulting.

"Too much?"

"Yes,too much." Elphaba nodded,glad you understood. There was a brief moment of silence before she continued "Let me ask you another question?" Elphaba spoke,hoping to end the awkward silence between the two of you.

"Aren't you full of questions,go ahead"

"It's a little personal,it's alright if you don't want to answer it." Before she had the opportunity to ask someone called her name,you looked in the direction of the sound to find her sister making her way toward Elphaba. She looked excited like she had some good news,probably she had gotten asked to the ball that was taking place later tonight. Elphaba's head had turned to the voice calling her,a smile forming on her lips when she saw her sister.

"Nessa?" She stood up from the bench,her eyes still on her younger sister.Nessarose didn't say anything as she pushed her wheelchair to where her sister was standing.

"Guess what?" Nessarose looked up to her green sister excitedly,her smile growing.

"What is it?" She questioned,though she had a pretty good idea.

"I've been asked to the ball!" She said,her smile growing more than Elphaba thought was possible. Elphaba was smiling and congratulating her sister,yet even though her words were full of cheer her eyes conveyed worry that she desperately tried to hide. Nessarose was completely oblivious to her sister's expression,she was far too excited about being asked to the ball to notice the worried look on Elphaba's face. Nessarose was gushing about the dress she was going to wear,how the person had asked her, who would be at the ball,everything about it. Elphaba simply kept nodding along,her sister was excited she didn't want to ruin it by bringing up her concerns. Nessarose excused herself and made her way off to her dorm room to get ready for the ball. Elphaba sat back down on the bench,her smile from earlier was no longer present.

"You're worried about her" you said

"She's going to the ball and I know how those things go. Nessa is going to get humiliated,she'll be hurt by the end of the night I know it."

"What do you think will happen? That they'll ditch her,make fun of her or that whoever asked her only asked because they pity her?"

"Most likely all of those." Elphaba grumbled,her eyes on the ground. "Whoever invited her doesn't actually like her. They just pity her and want to feel good about themselves by taking the poor crippled girl to a ball for a night."

"Well why don't you go to the ball and make sure she's alright?" You suggested.Elphaba let out a bitter laugh,there was no way she would be allowed to go to the ball.

"If I show up, the last thing the student body needs is two freaks on campus. Besides, you need a date to attend the ball anyway."

"I'll go with you" Elphaba's head shot up to look at you,clearly surprised by your statement. "You're worried about Nessa and my brother keeps insisting that I go. So it's a win-win scenario"That was true,it was a perfect solution to both of your problems. Elphaba had to admit,she was surprised that you were willingly to attend the ball with her,someone you had just met that day.

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No one had expected the green skinned girl to show up,nor did they expect her to have a date. She did her best to keep her head held high as she made her way inside, her arm intertwined with yours as you led the way. Elphaba was nervous,her palms were sweaty and her heart was hammering against her chest. She could feel the eyes of every student turn to look at her as people turned and whispered about her. Immediately they whispered about you as you walked in.

"Who's the poor soul that was unlucky enough to go with her to the ball?"

"Of course the green girl wouldn't have missed a chance to come into the spotlight again."

"I can't believe she's here." You held Elphaba's arm,running your other hand up and down her arm.

"Don't listen to them"

"They're right, you know." Elphaba mumbled,her voice quiet so only you could hear her. "I don't belong here,I'm a freak."

"No one can tell you where you don't belong. No one can make you feel inferior,not without your consent" you whispered.

"Since when did you become a philosopher?" Elphaba asked,her tone having a hint of sarcasm.

"Not every princess is a brainless,helpless damsel" you said

Elphaba's eyes widened slightly, she hadn't expected you to have a sharp tongue under that sweet and charming exterior. She let out a quiet laugh,you were full of surprises.

"Not every princess is like that."

"And not every girl is like you" you said back quietly.She didn't know what to say,she wasn't prepared for sweet words. She was more used to insults and glares,not compliments and encouraging words.

"Thank you." Elphaba spoke quietly,her voice filled with surprise that there was someone who didn't see her as a monster. You moved to the corner,watching the room for Nessa.

"There's no sight of her yet." Elphaba noted,slightly concerned as she wondered what was taking Nessarose so long.

"Stay here,I'll take a look around the room"

"Alright." Elphaba nodded,agreeing to stay in place while you searched the room.

"Hurry back." She added. You walked through the crowd to look for Nessa.As you made your way through the crowd you could hear the various conversations going on around you as you passed people.

"What's a princess doing with the freak?"

"Who's that girl she came in with?"

"Is that Her Royal Highness?" After a couple of minutes you found Nessa, or more accurately she found you. She noticed you through the crowd and pushed her way towards you smiling. "Your Highness!" Nessarose called happily,her eyes landing on you. You turned to face her "Nessa,I was looking for you" you exclaimed.

"You were? What for? Is something wrong?" She questioned with a slight tilt to her head.

"I'm not supposed to say this,but your sister's worried about you and came with me to make sure you were alright"

"My sister is here? In the ballroom?" Nessarose asked,her head whipping around to look around the crowded room.

"She's here as my date,but she was worried about you getting picked on" Nessarose let out a scoff at the mention of Elphaba's concern.

"Elphaba's always worried about me,she's got nothing to worry about." Nessarose spoke,her head held high as she tried to seem confident.

"She's just being an older sibling,they always worry"

"You're right I suppose. But still,she doesn't need to worry about me,I can handle myself."

"Well I should-" you were interrupted by the sound of people laughing,you quickly looked over to see a circle of people pointing and laughing at someone and you had a pretty good idea of who they were laughing at.

"What the hell is going on over there?" She asked,her head tilting slightly.

"Elphaba" you whispered,realizing they stepped in the second you walked off.

"Oh no." Nessarose said quietly,her eyes darting back over to the crowd of people. "I knew this was going to happen.."

"And she risked this,to make sure it didn't happen to you" you said without thinking. You walked off,pushing through the crowd.

You made it to the middle,where Elphaba was standing as they laughed and hurled insults at her.

"..you shouldn't even be here... Who'd want to go to a ball with the green skinned witch" The majority of the insults weren't very creative, things such as 'freak' and 'monster' were things that Elphaba had already heard so many times that it didn't affect her anymore. Yet some of them got to her. You ran up to her,they all suddenly went quiet, their laughter dying as they began to realize that the person they were mocking was with a princess, a princess that was a friend of the green skinned girl.

"Do you wanna go?" You whispered,suddenly Nessa called out her name as she made her way closer to both of you.

"Not now Nessarose." Elphaba mumbled quietly,not turning around to look at her sister.You took her hands,comforting her and silently asking her to listen to her sister.Not wanting to let you down,Elphaba slowly turned to look at her younger sister.

"Elphaba..." She started,her voice soft as she spoke. "I know you wanted me to have a good time tonight...and I know that you were just trying to keep me safe..." Nessarose's words made Elphaba's shoulders relax slightly, she knew exactly where this conversation was headed. "But you shouldn't have to sacrifice your own happiness to keep me safe." Nessa mumbled.

"Alright,fine. I'll... I'll give tonight a second chance." Elphaba agreed,giving in.

"Well we still have all night to have fun,that is if you wanna give it a second chance" you said to Elphaba,chiming in with Nessa. "Come on,let's dance" you suggested,making her confused

"Dancing? You want us to dance?" Elphaba raised an eyebrow at your suggestion.

"It's only fair,they make fun of me too" you chuckled. The music changed to one fit for a slow dance. The whispers immediately started again. Elphaba's shoulders tensed at the sound of the whispers that started up again, her hands subconsciously gripping your hips a little tighter as she heard some of the things that were being said.

"Hey,just focus on me ignore them"

"Right,..." She mumbled.

A few minutes later you were standing by the stairs at the entrance where you could actually hear each other over the music.

"This night is already going better than expected." Elphaba spoke, her gaze landing on Fiyero, Nessarose and her date, who were dancing not too far from the stairs.

"She looks happy" you commented

"Yeah, she does look happy." Elphaba murmured, her eyes still watching her sister, she wondered if perhaps the person Nessarose had brought to the ball was the reason she looked so happy.

"So do you"

"Well, I suppose I am a little happy." She agreed, a soft chuckle leaving her.

You rested your head on her shoulder.

"I'm happy you had fun"

"I'm happy I had fun too"

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beautifulpaprika · 8 months ago

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Rage; Jungkook

Pairing: serialkiller!fem!reader x cleaner!jungkook

Warnings: smut :), mentions of blood, mentions of murder

Summary: Y/N holds a lot of rage for men who betray her. She's killed ex-boyfriends over and over without a second thought. Her friend, Eileen, grows worried for her and resorts to bringing back her first love to get Y/N back to her senses.

Word count: 4.1k

Y/N

I press my fingers into his cold skin. His unmoving eyes look into mine and I smile.

“Maybe you’ll think twice in hell before you stay out all night,” I tell him, dragging a nail down his stubble, “But at least you won’t be here to torture me anymore.”

I finally stand and take out my phone, dialing Eillen’s number. My finger drags across his desk in the corner of his living room where a photo of him and I sit. I recall the memory of us going to his grandmother’s birthday and he introduced me to all his dear friends and family. Little did they know he was a sneak and a liar!

A buzzing in my mind rackets through my head then the sound of glass shattering pulls me out of my anger and the picture frame hits the ground.

“Y/N?” Eilleen calls through the phone.

“Eileen!” I put on a smile hearing my best friend’s voice.

“It’s midnight. What-“

”It happened again,” I say, crouching back to my ex’s dead body. There's silence on the other side. “You know what he told me yesterday? ‘Oh, I don’t wanna go out with my friends! I’ll be so worried about you!’,” I scoff. “Well, that was a lie,” I give a small kick to the corpse, “Not a call. Or text. Or-“

”How long are you going to do this?” She asks, her voice a whisper. I think on the question, contemplating the answer and whether I should tell her the truth or what she wants.

“Eileen, they deserve it! Every single one. Don’t forget I used this power for you too,” I argue, recalling Peter Fent. A disaster they called a man who tortured my best friend relentlessly. Even thinking about his face wants to make me vomit.

“And you know I regret that! We shouldn’t have-“

“Eileen. We’ve been on the receiving end of this hurt so many times, and what happens to them? Nothing!” Tears well up in my eyes when I think of all of my past experiences in the dating world. “So, I’ll do it.”

”Aren’t you tired?” She asks. “Instead of purposely looking for those sour ones, why not find someone who can treat you well? Someone you can settle down with? You don’t have to go around playing vigilante!”

The truth is I am tired. If he had just told me who he was going with! Or even letting me know he was okay! But he didn’t care about me and that’s clear in the fact he was ignoring me.

“I’m going to send you an address,” I tell her matter of factly, not letting her respond or say no. “Send your guy and I’ll have his money by tomorrow.” Before she can say anything else, I press the red button, cutting her off of any noise.

“Rest easy, my love,” I kiss my man on the forehead and wave to him as I leave.

I wait until I’m outside and walking down the long driveway. The crickets call to me, cheering on as I swipe through the dating app. Left, left, left, right, left, right. The moon shines it’s spotlight on me, the crickets continue to cheer, and I search for my next catch.

***

Jungkook

“I’m glad we get to talk in proper conversation for once,” Eileen slides in the booth across from me. She looks neither happy nor upset to see me.

“I have to say, seeing you brings both good and bad memories,” I admit. Eileen was Y/N’s best friend. Or is? I don’t keep up too much with too many people from my past. Especially not best friends of my exes.

“I admit that I feel the same way,” she’s about to say more when a waitress walks over asking for our drinks. I take that moment to think of all the questions I have - the first being why I was invited here.

The waitress walks away, her eyes lingering on me as she walks.

“I need your help,” Eileen whispers, her face closer to mine from across the table.

“Why me?”

“I think you’re the only one who can help her. She’s-” we’re interrupted again by the same waitress setting down our cokes.

“Ready to order?” she asks.

“Just the drinks, thanks,” I say. She looks slightly disappointed and Eileen doesn’t try hiding her rolling eyes. I give her a sheepish smile and she finally walks away.

“Nothing much has changed with you, huh?” she keeps her eyes on the back of the girl walking away. Memories of girls flirting with me while Y/N was around comes to the forefront of my mind.

“We won’t focus on that. You said you needed help, so what is it?” I take a long sip of the carbonated drink.

“You’ve probably already guessed this is about Y/N.” I don’t tell her that I have. “She’s been having,” she pauses, “issues,” her face winces at the word. It intrigues me enough to lean in more. “Her love life is complicated,” she laughs, “And you’re the only person I can think of where she holds no resentment towards.”

The mention of Y/N’s love life gives me chills. The thought of her with someone else, despite it being so many years, is a punch to the gut. I imagine her eyes near- shut while she’s laughing to some other guy’s joke. I imagine her holding him tight when they’re watching a movie. I imagine the headboard hitting the wall over and over again when he-

“I know it’s weird to ask this of you,” Eileen’s voice brings me out of the infuriating images, “but if you have any interest in seeing her again, or. . . anything,” there’s a desperation to her voice and before she can say anything else -

“Yes.”

She’s silent for a moment.

“You’re willing to meet her?” her jaw hangs over her drink.

“I wanna see her again. I really do,” I add the most sincerity that I can to my voice, because if Eileen is asking for her then she must not have a partner right now. “She doesn’t have a boyfriend, right?” I double-check.

“No. No not at all. She just went through a really, really,” she gulps, “bad break-up.” That makes me worry a bit. “But she’ll be happy to see you,” her head moves up and down quickly. I start wondering what exactly it is I’m getting myself into.

***

Y/N

It seems that Eileen has come around. I was going through many boring messages of “You showered without me?”’s and “What’s your favorite season?”’s, when my best friend’s name appeared at the top saying “I think I have the perfect man for you. One I’m certain you won’t boot into oblivion ;)”

It made my day to know Eileen isn’t as upset with me. Not only that, but she’s making my life a lot easier with setups.

The smell of bread and garlic wafts my face when I open the door to the pizzaria.

My phone vibrates. A message appearing from an unknown number:

This is Y/N, right?

I’m your date tonight. <3

I went ahead and got a table for us. Let me know when you’re here.

Hm. Nice punctuation and he’s early? Eileen should set me up more often.

I’m here 🙂 In the blue dress.

I look around, waving off the host in the process. I don’t spot anyone making eye contact with me, that is until I look to my right where a man in a black button up and black dress pants is walking towards me. His steps slow when we make eye contact and I almost collapse to the ground.

This is a joke. Eileen has lost her fucking mind and decided this would be funny.

“Don’t,” I whisper. I cover my mouth when it comes out too raspy and hold a hand out to stop him. I feel the sting in my eyes and my embarrassment heightens. The smell of Italian food is gone and the fresh air and city noise drowns me.

“Y/N,” the voice comes behind me.

“No!” I move through people on the sidewalk looking at us.

“Y/N, stop!”

But I don’t.

A grip on my arm pulls me back and my back meets the hard, brick wall. People are no longer looking, most likely thinking Jungkook is not one to be messed with by the ink adorning his arms and his neck. But I already know he isn’t dangerous.

“What was that?” his breath fans my face.

“What did Eileen say to you, hm? That you need to fix me?” I push on his chest, but it has little to no effect on him other than making him annoyed.

“She approached me,” he says, and I scoff, “Let me finish,” his voice is calm. “I am the one who wanted to see you. Me! I wasn’t forced. I wasn’t paid. I wanted to do this.”

“You’re lying!”

”I’m not.”

“Why would you want to see me? I’m the one who broke up with you. I left you. Don’t you hold any resentment?” my face starts stinging again and the tears well in my eyes at the thought of him calling me for months after I told him I didn’t want him anymore. After I lied to him.

His mouth opens and I anticipate the words “I do hate you” ready to leave him.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” his voice is low. I chuckle.

”Why? Are you embarrassed?”

“Y/N. You know I’ve never felt embarrassed about you. Not back then and not now.” I believe him. But I don’t want to. “Please, can we go somewhere?” His hand rests on my cheek so naturally. I imagine myself falling into him and going back to how we were before.

***

”This is it,” I say waving him inside my apartment.

His head moves up, down, left, and right examining every bit and it gives me time to examine him in return. How his shoulders are broader, his hair a bit messier, and those tattoos that weren’t there before. Even the way he walks is different. He was always handsome, but now he’s ethereal.

“Your place looks better than mine,” he laughs. Just another thing to add to the list of things that Jungkook does that makes me melt. “We already knew you’d be the better decorator,” it aches to think about the times when we talked about buying our own place or the past at all.

The two years I had been with Jungkook were my best years. He was so attentive and I never had to worry if he was around. I only had to say something once and he was very considerate of my needs. Not a single complaint came out of his mouth and that was what one day led to my biggest worry. I started to doubt everything that he did for me because I could not uncover the why.

He was the best boyfriend I’d ever had and yet made me so insecure because I couldn’t understand why he was being so nice.

“You can have a seat anywhere,” I tell him. He follows me to the kitchen where a small dining table sits by the wall. ”What all has Eileen told you about me?” I ask while pouring the two cups of water. I place one in front of him and sit across the table.

“She told me you just needed a bit of help. The rest I don’t remember ‘cause I was focused on the fact I would get to see you again,” a smirk appears on his lips. “I am not disappointed. You’re more beautiful than before,” his eyes meet mine causing my chest to constrict. I’ve been searching for this feeling of being wanted, and while my other boyfriends have given me that feeling (may they rest in peace), it only lasted for the first date. With Jungkook, it was constant.

“You’re more handsome than ever,” his smile reaches his eyes at the compliment. A laugh escapes me.

”What?”

“I’m just wondering what the catch is,” his head tilts, “Are you married? You’re looking for a place to stay? You have a gambling addiction and you need money? Why would you want to come back to me?” He laughs at my questions, but the image of him being married to someone else pushes me to take a sip of water at the heat boiling inside.

“Well, the answer is none of the above. I do have a catch, though. I’m not sure how honest you want me to be.”

“You know I want you to always be honest with me. The most you can,” I think of the liars in the past whose bodies are lying graves now.

“I’m obsessed with you,” his tone is serious and he isn’t smiling like he was before. “I can’t touch another girl without thinking ‘What if this had been Y/N?’” My heart doesn’t seem to know what to do with this information. “You can probably already guess I’ve been searching for you for a very long time. After a while of trying to call you, I guess you changed your number and I couldn’t contact you anymore.”

I recall changing my number, not wanting to be upset every time I looked at my phone and his number would always pop up. It caused regret for weeks and I couldn’t deal with it anymore.

“I won’t lie and say I haven’t researched much about you. When Eileen contacted me I had already been in the city,” he moves to get up from his chair and rounds the table to me. A warmth seeps from his hand to my cheek. I relax into the familiarity of his touch. “I’ve been in the city for a long time,” he leans in and I mirror him, wondering if he’s going to kiss me, but he moves to my ear instead. “Who do you think cleans up all of your messes?”

I jerk backwards in my seat.

“What did you just say?” I whisper.

“You never believed me when I said I would do anything for you. I was telling the truth, Y/N. I think I’ve proven myself whenever I cleaned your spilled blood,” his words leave me speechless. My throat is dry and my tongue is heavier sitting in my mouth. The new information leaves me spinning. It’s all too quick for me to process in one day.

“I need a minute,” I push him aside and make my way past the living room and down the hall into my bedroom. Drowsiness takes me and I lie down on the bed, resting my eyes.

***

Light bleeds through my eyelids, eyes staring down at me.

“Y/N? Was I boring you too much?” That deep, familiar voice says. Jungkook has a smirk painted on his face and I’m in disbelief that I took a nap!

I pick myself up making sure I’m still in my apartment. Jungkook is unpredictable in my eyes now that he’s fessed up to everything.

“I brought some water in case you were still feeling faint,” he picks up a bottle from the night stand with a few crackers sitting next to it. He still does the same thing that he always has when I feel sick.

“Jungkook . . .”

“You can’t say this is crazy,” he chuckles. “You’ve killed people before. We’re practically a team already.”

“Yes, but I didn’t think I would personally know who else is involved in these shenanigans,” I feel faint again imagining him drag bodies down stairs and mopping spilled blood.

“You mean the shenanigans you created?”

“I mean me not letting any man lie, cheat, steal, or cause any form of harm to me again. Not without paying consequences. That includes you,” I say, not sure if it is a threat when I do, but knowing I’ve set my boundary with him. Whether I truly want that boundary is up in the air.

“And have I ever done any of that to you?” He asks the question with worry on his face rather than trying to find ways to defend himself. I can’t look him in the eye when he asks the question because I don’t have an answer that would prove him wrong.

“You made me nervous,” I say, my voice quiet. The embarrassment is palpable. “You were always handsome and everyone around us knew it,” I finally look up at him. “I’m not saying I didn’t think I was beautiful enough for you, I mean look at me,” I gesture to myself and he laughs but nods in agreement. “But there was that one night you were talking to your friends. You made all these plans before with them, and then I heard you say ‘I’m gonna have to change everything now that I have Y/N.’ Do you remember that?”

His eyes narrow as he thinks but it seems to click when he’s about to respond. \

“I didn’t realize how much I was holding you back until then. We were on different paths and you should have-”

“Stop, stop, stop,” his hands wave in the air. “You never told me this,” he gets up- his arms crossing over his chest. “Why didn’t you mention this? We could have talked about it!” I notice his voice raising so I get up from the bed as well ready to defend myself.

“You would have said it was a stupid reason! You would have told everyone how ridiculous I was being. It was better that you didn’t know,” I explain.

“You’re right. It is ridiculous. It kills me that you didn’t think I would want a change, especially if it’s with you,” I try to come up with a response but nothing comes. “You’re killing these guys because of miscommunications and yet here you are doing it with me.” The mention of him knowing about my slaughters makes me faint again.

“It was years ago, Jungkook. Who knows if I would have done the same thing now?” I wave him off and turn to walk out of the bedroom that feels suffocating now. Before I can step out, the door swings close and my front is pressed to the door, his is pressed to my back.

“Communicate, Y/N,” his lips lower to my ear, kissing a spot behind it. A shiver races down my spine.

“I don’t know what else to say,” my voice wavers and I curse myself for showing him my weakness. I feel a heat on my waist when his hand meets my waist. My head leans back when his lips move to my neck.

“What do you want with me now?” his other hand moves to my ass. “More?” he turns me to face him and I can feel the wetness in between my legs when I’m forced to move. I’ve had sex before since Jungkook, but I haven’t felt like I was going to collapse in anticipation until now. “Or are you going to tell me to stop?” his finger slides down the middle of my chest, tracing the line of my cleavage.

“S-” I almost tell him to stop, but I can’t. I want him. I need him. Forever.

“Communicate,” his leg slides between mine, finally giving me some kind of friction. I rest my head back on the door and wrap my hands around his neck when he moves his leg on me.

“I want you, Jungkook,” I’m breathless now. “Right now and for the rest - ah!” I gasp when his fingers slide the straps of my dress down and his mouth is already on my nipple. “For the rest of my life,” I manage to push out. He moans on my nipple when I pull his hair, the vibrations being another sensation muddying my brain.

“I’ll show you what you’re getting for the rest of your life,” his knees meet the ground and I make eye contact with him as he lifts my dress. Our eyes break when his head hides under the fabric, and I can’t see anything, but feel when he kisses my thighs. He lifts one of my legs onto his shoulder, kissing the inside of my thighs now. I grow impatient and push his head. His chuckle slides against my thighs and I’m about to scold him when I feel a tongue sliding through my lips.

“Oh God,” I whisper. My head hits the door as I moan. His tongue swirls and sucks on me and I thank every shooting star for Jungkook and how amazing he is at making me feel good. I have missed the feeling of non-rushed sex with love and care mixed in.

He stays under me for another minute as I indulge in the wet muscle until he peaks out of the dress and pulling it down.

When he stands, I rush to take the button off of his jeans and pull them down his legs followed by his boxers. His hand rests on my cheek as I come back up.

The kiss he plants on me is searing. Our lips mesh perfectly into a rhythm. Both of his hands slide down to my waist then onto my ass. I jump, wrapping my legs around his waist. I hold back on grinding myself into his erection as he sits on the edge of the bed. He pulls away and pushes a hair behind my ear.

“I want you to do something that we never did,” he whispers into my mouth. A million possibilities run through my head, my pussy aching at all of them.

“What’s that?” I nudge my nose into his before he pulls away again by lying down.

“Ride me,” he says. It’s a simple request but it’s one that makes my stomach drop. I’ve never been one to be on top. I always wanted my boyfriends to show me they wanted me by putting the work on. It was selfish on every level, but it helped my own self esteem. But this is Jungkook. I would do anything for him at this point.

I don’t say anything else, only place myself onto his hard dick. I drag my wetness on him putting my hands on his still clothed chest. I drag my fingers onto the buttons and pluck every single one undone. Once I’m able to take his shirt off I drag my tongue up his chest and onto his neck. He holds my ass and grinds up into me, earning a moan into his ear.

“Fuck, Y/N,” he sighs. I’ve missed the way he sounded.

I bring myself back up, breathless.

“My dress,” I point out the garment still on me, getting up to take it off.

“Don’t,” he demands, grabbing my hand. “Keep it on. You look sexy as hell in it.” The compliment makes my heart soar.

I hover over him, grabbing his dick. It slides so easily inside of me.

“Fuck,” he moans, “You feel perfect,” he whispers. I relish the way he still holds my ass and moan out loud when I start to move. He helps by meeting me in the middle as I bounce on him. I can’t help my ego growing when he licks his lips as I move.

I realize I’m fucked when I look at him. Literally and figuratively. He could do anything and I would never kill him. Is it the bare minimum not to kill your partner? To other people, yes.

The pace moves faster and his hand slides down, sliding a finger through me, then rubbing at my clit and that moves my body to the edge.

“I- I think I-”

“Let’s do it together, baby,” his pet name pushes me and I cry out when I climax. He sits up and groans into my mouth when he fills me up. We ride the high for a few more seconds before I come off of him and we lie down, wrapping ourselves into the blanket.

I wrap an arm around his waist and kiss his cheek.

“Does this mean I won’t have to clean blood anymore?” he asks. I punch him in the chest at the tease as he laughs.

“Very funny. But as long as you don’t break my heart then I suppose not,” I respond seriously.

“You won’t have to worry then,” there’s a smug smirk painted on his face as I roll my eyes.

“Oh!” I quickly rush out of bed.

“What is it?”

“I have to pee!” I rush to the bathroom as he laughs. I peek out the bathroom door and tell him, “I’ve missed you.”

He smiles gently at me, his hands resting behind his head. “I’ve missed you more.”

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bubbles-for-all-of-us · 5 months ago

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Mystery of love

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a/n look I am wine drunk and I have thoughts. 🤷‍♀️

summary: when two lost souls meet at their mutual friend’s party sparks fly, the question is if whatever they feel can actually bloom into something more? But that’s the mystery of love.

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It was silly truly. You weren’t big fan of parties. You didn’t ever go out really. In the beginning, it was because people didn’t invite you anywhere. You weren’t the cool kid and nerds, well, they aren’t loved all that much through high school. Then you simply outgrow that phase. Life and real responsibilities caught up with you and now you would rather spend your time at home, curled up with a book than drag yourself home from god knows what parts of the city at odd hours.

But this Friday was different. Your friend and her partner were hosting a shared birthday party. And while you could have excused yourself if it was only her boyfriend's party now that she was also celebrating hers, it meant that you didn’t have it in yourself to lie through gritted teeth. So that’s how you found yourself a homemade pie in hand, flowers beneath your armpit as you waited for someone to open the door.

“Y/n”, a loud squeak made a smile break out on your face, “And with your infamous pie. Matt, she brought the pie I told you about”, Emmy turned back, yelling over the corridor. “Oh, I’m so glad you could make it”, she clasped your upper arm in excitement, “It’s just been me and the guys, need to balance it out, you know”, she chuckled, ushering you inside.

“Everyone this is Y/n, the best friend!”, Emmy skipped into the kitchen, gesturing to you as if you were the prized possession that had to be shown off. You felt your face heating up immediately. You hated being put in a spotlight like that, yet you managed to give an awkward wave. Trying to listen in to all the names shouted around the room. Letting your eyes fall from face to face carelessly. The chances of meeting these people…

Your gaze halted as you did a double take. Bringing your gaze back to those warm chocolate orbs that looked directly at you. It seemed as if everyone had moved on. Bickering about toppings for pizza. But it’s as if you two had been glued, nether managing to look away. “Matt, the boyfriend”, you blinked a couple of times turning your attention to the side. “So the friend finally meets the infamous man”, you chuckled under your breath, leaning into the side hug he was offering. “She talks loads of you, shame I’m only meeting you now”, Matt smiled at you and you quickly returned the gesture, “Trust me, I know awfully a lot about you too”. “Should I be worried?”, he chuckled, eyes falling on Emmy, fighting her way over cheese by the counter. “No, it’s mostly good stuff”, you shrugged, as you both chuckled to yourselves.

While the evening was fun the more the time passed the more the house turned into a frat party. You glanced at your phone for what felt like a thousand times. The location of your apartment was typed into the Uber app almost an hour ago, making you feel like a shit friend since for the most part all you had been thinking about was going home. That and the brown eyes that had followed you through the night.

“Wine?”, you flinched slightly, locking your phone. “Or are you already going somewhere else?”, startled you turned to the voice behind you, ready to give your best excuse only to feel them all die down at the sight of the same brown eyes. You simply turned your glass towards him, while trying to come up with anything proper to say.

“I’m Noah by the way”, he mused tilting the bottle to fill up your glass once more. “Yn”, you muttered. “Oh, I remember”, he smiled up at you, making your cheeks turn crimson even more. “Sorry, just so many people and faces, I’m awful with names”, you whined giving him an apologetic smile. Noah simply shook his head, “Trust me, it’s almost refreshing”. You let his words wash over you as you both fall into silence once more.

“So… Where were you planning to run off to and can I join?”, Noah’s words took by surprise as you turned to him once more. A light chuckle slipped past your lips, “I was planning on going home”, you admitted with a little shrug. “Matt’s cooking not to your liking?”, his words instantly sent panic running through your veins. “Oh, no, no, it was so good. Emmy talks about his food so much and…”, you instantly felt like defending yourself, “Hey, I’m only joking”, Noah cut in, “I didn’t… Shit did I just get you all worked up over that?”, he ran a hand over his mouth looking at you.

You started at one another for a while before both falling into fits of laughter. “Sorry, shit, it’s been a while”, Noah shook his head. “No, it’s fine, I’m too introverted for this”, you brushed him off, reaching for your glass. “Can I be honest?”, Noah asked, stepping closer so he could stand beside you. You simply nodded, watching him take a sip out of the bottle. “I haven’t been able to look away from you”, he admitted, “Sounds so fucking childish but… There’s something about you”, Noah mussed turning to look at you once again. “Maybe it’s the wine?”, you shrugged, trying to not let his words make your heartbeat pick up. “I was dead ass sober when I first saw you, sweetheart”, he muttered, reaching out to brush a strand of hair behind your ear.

You couldn’t help but bite your lip as you tried to keep that smile at bay. His fingers carefully caressed your jaw before brushing over the bottom of your lip. “You would never like me sober”, you mussed pulling back. “And how would you know that?”, he pushed on, determined to keep you close. “I’m nothing like Emmy”, you pointed out, glancing back towards the kitchen where people were dancing around the counter. “Who said that I like girls like Emmy?”, Noah’s words made a shiver run down your back. “Guys always choose girls like her over girls like me”, you chuckled, taking an eager gulp of the wine in your glass. The last thing you needed was to unload years of insecurities onto a stranger.

“Funny, girls only started looking at me now, I was never the first choice”, Noah shrugged making you glance back at him. “Yeah, right”, you snorted, not able to imagine a universe where someone would pass an opportunity to date someone like him. “A strange nerd with a lisp doesn’t rank highly, darling”, he grunted making you frown, “Don’t say that about yourself”, you argued back. “Ah… But you can put yourself down?”, he smirked back at you with that knowing grin.

“Fine, we both are weird. Happy now?”, you shook your head. “Would be happier if you would go on a date with me”, Noah’s words sent another cold shower down your back. You watched him for a heartbeat. He looked like a lover boy. A black hoodie, sweet eyes. That smile. Only the tattoos covering his hands indicated a more dangerous side of him. The side you had a feeling would pull you under. “Very funny, but I’m not falling for this”, you shot him a tight smile, reminding yourself that there wasn’t a universe where a guy like him would fall for a girl like you. “You don’t know me, yet you are putting labels on me”, his hand wrapped around your upper arm as he made you halt in your tracks, “you wound me, sweetheart”, Noah muttered, leaning in.

“And who’s worried about how much you will wound me?”, your words seemed to sober him up in an instant. A frown replaced a smile that was previously there. “Why would I…”, he breathed out. “Thank you for the wine”, you lift your glass slightly towards him, “And for the chat. Tell Matt he’s a wonderful cook”, you cheered him, clicking your glass with the bottle in his hand before turning away from him. Heart beating so fast in your chest, it was making you dizzy.

“Hold on, YN”, you heard his voice as you moved across the room, avoiding contact with people. Quickly lowering your glass onto the nearest table before heading towards the door. You couldn’t look back even if everything in your body screamed for you to. Noah’s voice hunted you till you slipped outside, hurrying towards the gate, hands quickly looking for the first possible Uber.

#noah sebastian x reader #noah sebastian x you #noah sebastian imagine #noah sebastian fanfiction #bad omens x reader #bad omens imagine #bad omens x you #bad omens fanfiction

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linimoonlight · 11 months ago

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I love Bagi and am so glad she is on the server <3

She really is the one involved in all the storylines.

She was there for Tubbos resurection, Bads whole death/memory loss, Phils enderking problem, Tinas demon issues, the Elena story line, mentioning the rat thing to Roier and so many more just to mention some of the recent ones.

She cares so much and is so smart that its difficult to sneak stuff past her and she will connect the dots if shes around.

Now i just need to see more of her own story line again cause its just sooo good and she deserves the spotlight <3

#at least we got fed with some bagina crumbs #and honestly i wouldnt be mad about a turning vampire arc #qsmp #qsmp bagi

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 5 months ago

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jjk chapter 270 spoilers under the cut !!

GODDDDDDDDD I LOVED THIS CHAPTER. I LOVED IT SO SO MUCH . i feel so high rn you guys don’t UNDERSTAND 😭😭😭 it gave me literally everything i wanted (minus gojo stuff but we’ll get to that) AND I’M JUST !!!!!!!!!!!! i feel so satisfied . all is right with the world . i am a happy mouse

i love love loveeeee the fact that akutami finally decided to pick up (most) of the loose ends — at least the ones from the culling game !!!!!! it’s my favorite arc and i really adore all the side characters, so getting to see them all again was so nice 🥹 and my biggest criticism for akutami’s writing in general has been how he leaves these loose threads behind him, so i’m glad this chapter went back to piece them together. there’s still obviously a lot i would’ve liked to see before the finale, but this chapter finally made me feel somewhat satisfied with it all …..

buuuuut okok!!! let me get through some stuff <3

^^^^ THIS . THANK YOUUUUUUUUU GOD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 ALL I WANTED WAS SOME FINAL SHOKO CRUMBS . THAT’S LITERALLY ALL. i love her so much chat …………. THE BUN :((((((( i wonder if she’s paying tribute to suguru, in a way. since she can’t make his grave all nice like she did with tsumiki’s. <- WHICH IS ALSO . so heartbreaking :((((( shoko has been the closest to death and corpses out of everyone.

’that moron should’ve let me handle geto’s body, too’……… gojo thought he was doing her a favour by not forcing her to dispose of him, but i wonder if his decision only caused her more suffering? :’) either way i loveeee shoko and i think her character is so wonderful. her not believing in an afterlife is also so in character LMAO, my little cynicist <3333

^^^^^ AND THEN THIS . PEEEEEERFECT. SO PERFECT. shoko and her cigarette motif :’)))))))) SHE FINALLY QUIT AGAIN . SHE IS AT PEACE . also need to mention how fucking cute she looks ……. i neeeed to squish her cheeks !!!!! she’s my baby !!!!!!!!!!

i will say that . obviously . i would’ve loved for her to get a more concrete final moment with stsg :’) like her being at the airport, or something. overall i’m satisfied with this being her ending of sorts (though if gojo is alive i’d obviously like to see them talk)…… she hasn’t gotten as much spotlight in this manga as she’s rightfully deserved, but i do think her character writing has been lovely and consistent throughout everything, and she remains one of my ult favorites <3333333 i LOVE my wife. love all her little quirks . i hope she quits smoking forever and ever!!!!!!!

ahh, it was also nice to see them mention tengen!!!! and how the barrier techniques worked. again, i’m just really happy that we’re not letting plotpoints go unfinished 😭😭 i also think it’s . a little romantic. that tengen’s barriers will exist as long as sukuna’s remnants remain . the tengen / sukuna / kenny trio is very interesting to me (MORE ON THAT . LATER.)

THEN WE ALSO HAVE THIS !!!!!!!!!

^ this moment means . soooo much to me. will try to get my thoughts out coherently but this theme really resonates with me so deeply :’) since the beginning of the manga, jujutsu society has been built on the foundation that is the suffering of youth — adults casting blame and burdens on children. like the higher ups who hide up at the top and force the children to work themselves to the bone. we saw this so clearly in hidden inventory most of all. and gojo is the anti thesis of that society — he wants to preserve youth !!!!!! even nanami, who didn’t really have any clear desires to change the fundamentals of their society, did his best to protect children as an adult.

so to see gakuganji refer to utahime and nitta as young (even though they’re both grown adults)….. and say that ’they needn’t worry over this just yet’…… i think. it shows how much the society is already improving. with someone like gakuganji in charge. and also kusakabe, who basically told the trio to just be kids last chapter, and leave the hard stuff to the adults (can’t remember his exact wording lmao but he said it so perfectly)…… it just warms my heart. jujutsu sorcery is still a shitshow but as least the children won’t be as exploited anymore (or at the very least, there are good adults around them, who will bear most of the burden on their own backs). idk. i just loved this moment sm :’))))))

ahhhhh, and and and !!!!!! mr katana and mr sumo 🥺 IT WAS SM FUN SEEING EVERYONE AGAINNNN and it was so sweet seeing maki try to look out for them a little after they helped her ……..

^ maki and her middle aged man besties …… :3

AND THEN CHARLES !!!!! MY BOY !!!!!!!!!!! just needed to mention him lmao. i love him T_T happy that he’s working on his trashy little manga. keep up the good work king <3333333 SAME WITH THE FORMER BULLY . sorry can’t be bothered to remember his name ….. the pudding guy. you know who i mean. seeing him apologize and try to make amends was rlly heartwarming …….. i really am so happy to see all culling game characters happy and alive . WHERE IS REMI THOUGH . 🤨

…… but okay . okay. okayyy.

actually yk what we’re saving the best for last ^^ ONTO HANA AND MEGUMIIIIIII WHAT A CUTE MOMENT . SOOOO CUTE . i don’t ship them at all i think they’re adorable though …… AND HANA IS SOOOOOOO GODDAMN CUTE I CAN’T EVEN EXPLAIN IT ????? :((( I NEED TO SQUISH HERRR

^ LOVE this line . my brother pointed this out but isn’t it like …. eerily similar to that akiangel scene 😭 lmao. i just really love this. megumi offering to be her right hand because ’he’ was the one who took it from her ……. he’s such a good boy :< also instantly pictured him being her scary knight/guard dog and yk what maybe this ship could sail after all…..

^ THEN THISSSSS 😭 THEY’RE SO CUTE. MEGUMI IS SO FUCKING AWKWARD HANG IN THERE BUDDY ………….

ah i forgot to mention higuruma …… i love him!!!!!!!!! i love him a ton!!!!!!!!!!!! :’3 i think seeing his junior demand a retrial for the sake of justice meant a lot to him. i could go deeper into it because higu’s character is so dense but yeah !!! very fitting ending for him …… i’m kinda sad that he’s cursed to be an overworked sorcerer though 💀 hang in there king…

AND THENNN WE HAVE :333c A NEW MISSION… feels kinda nice to go back to our roots. i have literally NO idea what’s gonna happen though 😭 hopefully tied to gojo….??? for the record i obviously want him to live and will have Many things to say if it turns out he’s really been dead this whole time, but. we’ll save that for the next chapter <3 for now i’m just happy to see the babies back together….

^ noba being gay ……. all is right with the world 🥹

BUT OKAY . ENOUGH. ENOUGH ABOUT THATTTT ENOUGH ABOUT EVERYTHING ONLY ONE THING REMAINS AND IT’S THE ONLY THING THAT MATTERS. akutami loves me and only me and this chapter finally confirmed that once and for all…..

I FUCKING . SCREAMED. YOU HAVE TO UNDERSTAND.

TAKABAAAAAAAAAAAAAA FIRST OF ALL? I MISSED HIM . I MISSED MY BABY 🥺🥺🥺 BUT SECOND OF ALL WHAT THE FUCKKKKK WHAT THE FUCK ALL MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED???? THIS IS ALL IVE EVER WANTED????????? i’ve been telling my brother that if i could manifest one thing i’d want jjk to end with takaba on stage with kenjaku without it ever been elaborated on AND MY PRAYERS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED . I’M SO HAPPY YOU DON’T GET ITTT

there’s so much to say ……… truly ………. these two make me insane ………… will start with: they’re so funny. they’re so gay. kenny wanting to make sex jokes like the freak he is. THEY’RE TOGETHER GUYS 🥹 THE KENKABA SPINOFF MANGA I WANTED IS RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY EYES .

….. but also !!!!! truly truly trulyyyyy — i love this. i love how akutami did this. this is kenjaku’s final scene, and it’s perfect for them!! it’s so chaotic…. they left sorcery behind for a life of stand up comedy 😭 AND IT’S SOOO IN CHARACTER . IT REALLY IS. what kenjaku wants, what they’ve claimed to want since shibuya, is to create chaos that not even they will be able to control, using cursed energy. and takaba is exactly that. kenny created takaba’s cursed technique using the culling game, and takaba is chaos personified!!! a chaos kenjaku can’t control!!!!!! as dissatisfied as i was with yuuta just swooping in and cutting their head off i did think that the takaba fight was a really clever and perfect end to kenjaku :3

soooo — it makes sense that kenjaku would go back to takaba. they had fun with him!!!! he matches their energy!!!!!! and takaba could easily have saved his life using his ct, which i think is the implication here. i love that kenny’s face is obscured, it just feels like such a fun little thing to throw in at the end 😭 but i doooo genuinely think this is akutami’s way of implying that kenny is alive and living the happy yaoi life with takaba . as they fucking should.

i also wanna say !!!!! that i think it’s so thematically fitting that kenjaku’s ending is soooo different from tengen’s and sukuna’s . i LOVE this aspect of it so much; kenjaku is the most morally corrupt of the three, and also the most human. sukuna is a human turned calamity, who slumbered for centuries, and tengen is a shut-in who ended up mimicking sukuna’s appearance while only maintaining human contact through a barrier. kenjaku laughs at them for it. he hates them for being so passive, because kenny is the opposite of that — he’s lived through it all!!!!!! changed with the centuries!!!!!!! so i think it’s just ….. soooo perfect and tasty that sukuna and tengen now only exist as remnants, as barriers, just like they did before — while kenjaku chooses to live, and takes an entirely different approach. they’re so fucking chaotic and i adore them. i can’t explain how much i love their character …… i really can’t ……… :’3

i’m just . still so happy . i really thought it was kenover…… i didn’t think they’d get an ending so perfect………………. i really, really hope akutami comes in clutch and gives gojo the same treatment :’) even if the chances are slim. i thought this chapter was absolutely lovely and i hope with allllll my heart that i end up enjoying the final chapter too.

……….. i think ……. that’s all 😭 (if you’ve read this far i’m kissing you with tongue btw). THANK YOU FOR BEARING WITH ME !!!!!! this chapter made me feel so genuinely satisfied and giddy and i’m super sleepy and tired but i just needed to rant :’3 i love kenjaku. they’re so silly . such a brat. i wanna kiss them. takaba too actually. we are in a happy polycule

#PHEWWWWWWW #LONG rant this week folks ……#i <3 this chapter #need to say it again just so everyone knows #i love youuuu akutami <33333 #ari noises ✩#jjk 270 #jjk leaks #jjk manga leaks

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dailydragon08 · 1 year ago

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headcanon post idea: everyone’s reactions when you tell them you’re proud of them (ex. after a tough mission or bc they’ve been having a hard time mentally/emotionally)

Although she’s used to the spotlight from being royalty and a revered leader in the rebellion, Leia isn’t very used to genuine praise. She’s usually the one praising someone else (or yelling at them, more likely) and the most she’s gotten in the last few years is a quick “good work” when she delivered the plans for the first Death Star before the Battle of Yavin. So when you first make her look you in the eye and genuinely tell her that you’re proud of her, she freezes for a minute. The last time she really heard that from someone who meant it was her parents, so it hits her a bit harder than she expected and she doesn’t completely know what to do with the feeling. She’s so used to being the rock for everyone else – and keeping her inner thoughts a secret was part of her job and how she stayed safe for a long time – that she takes a while to show any sort of big emotion in front of people, and even then will only do so in private. She gives you a small smile, nod, and quiet thanks before redirecting the attention to you, how much you helped, and says how she’s proud of you. But she will concede to an “I’m proud of us” before giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze.

Luke also hasn’t heard a genuine “I’m proud of you” in a long time (not that the OT gang isn’t proud of him, they just typically don’t say it in words), but he tends to be a bit more emotionally available than his sister on a more regular basis. He can’t keep the emotion off his face and for a second, you’re afraid you said the wrong thing as his big, blue eyes start getting glassy. It means the galaxy to him, especially from someone who knows everything that happened with Owen, Beru, his father, and the emperor, not to mention all the weight on his shoulders in regard to rebuilding the Jedi Order from scratch. He collects himself soon after, but still gives you a warm smile and “thank you” before wrapping you in a tight hug. He tells you he’s proud of you as well and there isn’t anyone else he’d rather have on his team, holding the hug for a bit longer than you expected (but you, of course, would never be the first to let go).

Han pretends to be affection-averse, even though he isn’t – but, hey, he’s got a reputation to maintain. He splutters for a minute before recovering and saying something along the lines of, “Yeah, I am aware how awesome I am, kid, and I’m glad you’ve finally realized it, too. Ya know, I’m gonna remind you that you acknowledged my greatness next time you get on me for somethin’ – in fact, here,” he holds his comm right in front of your mouth and hits record, “why don’t you say that again so I have some proof?” You bat the comm away and tell him how insufferable he is before you both go back to what you were doing before. But, when he thinks you’re not looking, you can see the dopiest smile across his face.

Lando takes it the most in stride. He looks surprised for a minute, before smiling, thanking you, and putting a hand on your shoulder and giving it an affection squeeze and light shake. “You’re not so bad yourself,” he says before remarking on how you two make a great team, even going so far as to list specifics of exactly why you work so well together. He wraps his arm around your shoulders as the two of you walk back to base, a new spring in his step that you can’t deny is adorable.

Chewie (platonic) immediately says something in Shyriiwook that you think (hope?) sounds happy before enveloping you in a bear hug that almost crushes your ribs. You hang on for dear life, half laughing and half struggling to breathe, patting the Wookiee’s back before begging him to put you down before he accidentally crushes you. He mumbles something that almost sounds like the cadence of an apology in his language before setting you down and affectionately petting your head.

R2D2 (platonic) chirps, whistles, and wobbles on his two outer legs happily and is then adorably glued to your side the rest of the day. Han and Lando tease you about how you’ve found yourself your own personal servant, but Leia and Luke think it’s adorable, and even Luke comments on how much R2 loves you when he’s out of earshot. C3PO translates at some point, telling you how much R2 appreciates the compliment and that he enjoys working with you before the astromech is zipping away again to refill your water bottle for the third time.

C3PO (platonic) gives you a surprised “oh, my” before thanking you profusely. He even gives you a little bow and says, “You’re too kind. I enjoy our work together as well and you do a marvelous job at everything you set your mind to.” You give him a smile and a thanks before turning back to what you were previously doing, laughing quietly to you overhear him walking down the hall going, “Oh, Master Luke, you won’t believe what just happened!”

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wangxianficrecs · 2 months ago

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Rewind 2024 - Proud Author Spotlights

WangxianFicRecs - Rewind 2024

Here are some recommendations from 2024 sent in by our fandom's authors themselves. Make sure to give them much love. PS: Authors, don't be shy! Submit more Proud Author Spotlights!

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I published the latest extra off my dynasty fic in March 2024, and it might be my favourite so far! Feat a lot of politics in the Wen Sect, wwx being his badass self, some ocs and a lot of Yiling siblings feels.

💙 Hope is a discipline (Something you choose)

by One_eyed_God (@oneeyedoctogod)

T, 15k, Wangxian | Kay's Rec

Summary: Under the harsh and merciless sun of Nightless City, Wen Ruohan falls. But even with its leader is dead, the Wen Sect must live on, to avoid the dreaded future Wei Wuxian has already lived once. And though he never expected to be the one to lead them, he will carry this duty without fail. Or: The aftermath of Wen Ruohan's death.

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Hello! ☺️ First of all, thank you for running this wonderful blog!!

This is for Rewind 2024 Proud Author Spotlight. It is a 29k story I recently finished translating (I'm also the author of the original version) and I'm really glad to have been able to do this within less than a year.

It will not please everyone as it is mostly CQL-based (CQL post-canon) but it is first person Wei Ying POV and I haven't read a lot of that in this fandom, so I hope maybe some people would enjoy it!

Thank you again for everything!

Léli.

The Unsung

by Leilwen (@leilwe)

E, 29k, Wangxian

Summary: Lan Zhan... would you come over the mountain with me one day? … … I would have liked for him to give me a real answer and I cursed the Lans' nocturnal almost-hibernation. … … … When Yunshen Buzhichu no longer needs me, you will be my only horizon. When I returned and lay down beside him, the crescent moon no longer looked so sickly pale.

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Hi ! This is for the remind 2024, I don't know if authors can boosted their own work. But I wrote this fic for my very first RBB, and even if it ins't perfect I am very proud of it.

Convergence

by Czeriahx (@czeriah) & Sirendipity (@lwjsbedtime)

M, 77k, Wangxian

Part of Yuyu Respectarium's Reverse Big Bang!

Summary: In a world governed by the Wen Empire, the Wei Coven's Oracle prophesize the coming of a new sun. Together with its moon counterpart, they are to bring back balance to the world. That is, until the Wen Emperor send assassins to take care of the threat against their rule. [Art by Siren, Embedded in the fic !!]

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My submission to the TopXian RBB event that was boosted here a few months ago. I got a wonderful prompt and art piece to write for. Links in my fic!

An AU Canon Divergence where after the betrothal with JZX is broken off, JYL becomes betrothed to WWX. The plotline is retold with this twist, leading to events both familiar and not. JYL is the pov character, navigating her new life after devastation and war, with WWX at her side. But let no one forget LWJ - WWX and JYL certainly can't, though for very different reasons.

Come along for character study fix-it fic, with a happy ending for all the main characters!

Not Unwilling

by somevariationofgay (@somevariationofgay)

E, 48k, Wangxian & Xianli

Part of the TopXian RBB

Summary: The young mistress of Yunmeng Jiang clan, raised to marry out for the benefit of her family, dutifully waits for her parents to arrange another match after her troth with the young master of Lanling Jin clan is broken. When her father decides the new betrothal will be to their sect's head disciple, she finds herself not unwilling. But the ambitions of Qishan Wen clan surge and a bloody flood overtakes Lotus Pier, changing the course of her life forever.

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(Please REBLOG as a signal boost for these hard-working authors if you like – or think others might like – these stories.)

#wangxian fic rec #wangxianficrecs #rewind 2024 #the untamed #wangxian #fandom event #long post #Kay's Rec #Kay's Favorite #The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation #MDZS #Mo Dao Zu Shi #December 2024 #Author boost #Proud Author Spotlight

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starsarefire824 · 6 months ago

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i heard that Finn was supposed to say “it’s not my fault you don’t like girls yet”, but the “yet” isn’t there in the Final Cut. Idk if it changes your views but what do you think about that?

because i feel like it could make sense that Mike would notice that will hasn’t been interested in anyone yet if he had said “yet” but because he didn’t, idk, I feel it’s weird, so that’s probably why I lean more towards projection.

But I understand your views and tbh, you make a lot of sense too.

I have heard that too. I think they changed that to imply to the audience that Will was never going to like girls. It's not a "yet" thing for him. It's a never did, never will thing for him. I am glad they left the yet out. I think it's better writing.

Idk. I still am a bi mike truther so I always look at this as Mike almost being angry with Will for not "liking girls" I don't see it as a full on projection on his part because he, in fact, has liked El for quite some time at this point. He's rubbing that fact in Will's face throughout the entirety of season 3. And I do think Mike meant it when he said she was pretty. I think he loves her. I just think, in the end, he is not in love with her. He is in love with Will, and that's why he's so obsessed with being with El. If he's with her--he's not with Will. It's safe and it's not like he doesn't like it right? He likes girls. El is pretty, she's a superhero, she likes to kiss him and read comic books etc. Why would he need Will if he has all that? (He's delusional, obviously.)

But yeah. I see this more as a lashing out, it's supposed to hit Will where it hurts, rub the fact that that's not happening for him in just a little bit more because Will is calling him out for treating him like shit, and he's letting his jealousy of El plainly show.

It's to double down, subconsciously i think, in an effort to make Will feel Other. It's him shoving his own (not fully realized imo), feelings he has for Will down deep. It's essentially a projection in the fact that yes, it is a representation of Mike's repression and an attack on Will to shine the light away from himself and his feelings/inclinations and spotlight Will's instead. It's cruel in a way only a best friend/lover can be cruel.

So again, he is partially projecting here, I just think it's so much more complicated than that, and I get a little sad this scene has been boiled down by a lot of bylers as simply "mike is projecting cause he's gayyyy" thing. when in reality, there's 1,000 more layers that are equally interesting to explore!

#byler #rain scene #will byers #stranger things #mike wheeler #byler thoughts #bi mike wheeler thoughts

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12/15-16/2024 Daily OFMD Recap

TLDR: David Jenkins; Rhys Darby; Taika Waititi; Nathan Foad; Leslie Jones; Vico Ortiz; Samson Kayo; Kristin Schaal; Madeleine Sami; Guz Khan; Adopt Our Crew and Save Queer Stories; Fan Spotlight: TinyCrewBigRaffle Updates; Our Glad Means Fanfiction; Never Left Podcast; OFMD Advent Calendar; Loves Notes;

= David Jenkins =

Annnnnnd Chaos Dad is back to his old vendettas against cats!

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= Rhys Darby =

Rhys was featured in Beat Magazine for his upcoming tour!

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= Taika Waititi =

Taika out in AUS or Aotearoa!

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= Nathan Foad =

Nathan shared this video made by ourflagonmax about Lucius.. with the message "miss him :')". We do too Nathan!! I attached the video down below!

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= Leslie Jones =

Leslie is currently in Italy! She's been posting great videos that you can check out on her Instagram!

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= Samson Kayo =

Some more Samson out Behind the Scenes of the F1 movie!

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= Vico Ortiz =

Tale of the Transcestors was live for 12/12 - 12/14! There were so many amazing photos taken, check them out below!

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= Kristen Schaal =

Now I don't feature her too often, but I thought it'd be a good idea for this recap because Kristin Schaal (aka Antoinette from The Best Revenge is Dressing Well, and you may also recognize her as Mel from Flight of the Conchords!) was a big part of the What We Do In The Shadows TV Show which had its finale on the 16th!

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= Madeleine Sami =

In case you hadn't heard, Deadloch Season 2 is wrapped! Look at these lovely ladies! Can't wait for the next season!

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= Guz Khan =

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== Adopt Our Crew - Save Our Queer Stories ==

Our friends over at @adoptourcrew shared the initiative of @savequeerstories! Want to help support our cancelled show (or so many others that were cancelled prematurely) their carrd has some great ways to help! https://actforqueerstories.carrd.co./#action

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== Fan Spotlight ==

= OFMD Buys Boats =

Some more updates from our friends @ofmd-buys-boats!

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𝑩𝑬𝒀𝑶𝑵𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑺𝑷𝑶𝑻𝑳𝑰𝑮𝑯𝑻

idol/Jk x supermodel/reader -Aria Jeong-

GENRE: Romance | Fluff | Celebrity life

Chapter 03

Aria sat comfortably in the back seat of the black SUV, her manager Claire beside her, as they made their way to the podcast studio. She had a moment of quiet reflection before her next big appointment: a podcast session with Jay Shetty, one of the most renowned figures in the self-help space. Her phone buzzed, and she glanced at it, noticing an unknown number.

Unknown number: Hey Aria, it’s me Jungkook. Sorry, I just had the time to text you.

Aria's heart skipped a beat, but she quickly masked her excitement, taking a steady breath. She didn’t want to seem overly eager with Claire sitting next to her. She replied with a calm demeanor. She quickly save his number as "Jeon Jungkook"

Aria Jeong: Hey Jungkook. No, it’s fine. I totally understand.

A few moments later, her phone buzzed again.

Jeon Jungkook: So, are you on your schedule right now?

Aria Jeong: Yes, last one for today. I’ll be recording a podcast session with Jay Shetty.

Jeon Jungkook: Exciting! Can’t wait to see it when it comes out.

Aria smiled softly, feeling a bit more at ease. Jungkook’s texts always made her heart flutter a little, but she pushed it to the back of her mind for now. The car pulled up in front of the podcast studio, and Ari stepped out, smoothing down her outfit before heading inside.

The studio was quiet but warm, and the staff greeted Aria with smiles as they escorted her to the recording room. Jay Shetty stood up from his chair when she entered, his calm demeanor instantly putting her at ease. His smile was friendly and welcoming, and he extended his hand for a handshake.

“Aria, so glad you could join us today,” Jay said, his voice as smooth as ever. “How are you doing?”

Aria smiled brightly, adjusting her microphone as she took her seat. “I’m doing great, thank you for having me. I’ve been looking forward to this conversation.” as the makeup artist come towards her to touch up her makeup.

Jay gestured for her to sit comfortably in front of the microphone. “Of course, of course. It’s an honor to have you here. You’re doing incredible things, and I’m excited to dive into your journey. Before we start the recording, let me know how you’ve been lately. You’ve been balancing a lot, I imagine?”

Aria nodded, settling into her seat. “It’s been a busy year, but I’m really grateful for everything. Between my modeling work, acting, and other projects, it’s definitely a lot to juggle. But I’ve learned to manage it. I’ve also been focusing more on my personal growth, making sure I stay grounded while taking on all these opportunities.”

Jay smiled thoughtfully. “That’s really inspiring. It’s so important to stay centered. Alright, if you’re ready, we’ll get started. Let’s share your journey with the world.”

As the recording began, the microphones were adjusted, and the room fell into a comfortable rhythm. Jay leaned in, his curiosity piqued.

“Aria, you’ve had a very successful career in the modeling industry. But beyond the glamorous photoshoots and the spotlight, what is life like for you as a model?” Jay asked, his tone inviting.

Aria took a deep breath, her voice steady and professional. “Modeling has definitely given me many opportunities, but it’s not as easy as people may think. There’s a lot of work behind the scenes—long hours, pressure to look a certain way, and always being in the public eye. It can be mentally and physically draining, but I’ve learned to appreciate the process. The key is to remain authentic and not let the industry’s standards define who I am.”

Jay nodded, understanding her perspective. “That’s such a powerful point. Now, with all of that in mind, how do you manage to keep a balance between your work life and personal life? What’s your ideal seven days a week?”

She smiled, thinking carefully. “I’ve learned that balance is everything. I try to work smart, not hard. My ideal week would involve working a few days on set or attending meetings, but I also make time for myself—whether it’s a quiet morning with a book, spending time with friends, or taking a day for self-care. I prioritize my mental health, and that’s been key to staying productive. Having a balance between work and personal time allows me to be more focused and creative in both areas.”

Jay nodded with approval. “That’s a great approach. It’s easy to get caught up in the grind, but you’ve clearly found a way to keep things in perspective. Now, I have to ask—you’ve mentioned the pressures of being in the public eye. How do you deal with toxic fans or negativity that comes with fame?”

Her face softened, but her voice remained steady. “Toxicity is something that every public figure has to deal with at some point. It can be hurtful, especially when people don’t know the real you. But I’ve learned not to internalize the hate. I focus on the love and support from my true fans and the people who matter to me. It’s important to build a strong sense of self-worth so that external opinions don’t shake you. I’ve also realized that not everyone will understand your journey, and that’s okay. What matters most is that you stay true to yourself and protect your peace.”

Jay smiled, clearly impressed with her maturity. “You’ve really developed a strong sense of self. That’s something a lot of people struggle with. Now, let’s talk about something a little more personal—what’s your favorite quote? Something that really resonates with you?”

Aria paused, her eyes glinting with a sense of purpose. “One of my favorite quotes is, ‘The only way to do great work is to love what you do.’ It’s a simple idea, but it’s always stuck with me. If you don’t love what you’re doing, it’s going to feel like a chore. But when you’re passionate about your work, it doesn’t feel like work at all. That’s how I approach every project—whether it’s modeling, acting, or anything else.”

Jay nodded thoughtfully. “That’s a beautiful mindset. It’s clear that your passion drives you. Now, what about the reality of being a model—do you think people truly understand what goes into it?”

She shook her head gently. “I don’t think people realize how demanding the job can be. It’s not just about looking good in front of a camera. There’s a lot of mental and emotional labor involved. The constant pressure to stay in shape, the long hours, the self-doubt that creeps in sometimes. And yet, it’s something that’s so rewarding when you get it right. It’s a tough industry, but for me, it’s worth it.”

Jay leaned in, clearly interested. “And what about your love life? You’ve shared so much about your professional side, but I’m curious—what’s your type? What do you look for in a partner?”

Aria chuckled softly, a hint of playfulness in her eyes. “Well, I think for me, the most important thing is trust and respect. I need someone who understands the demands of my career, but who also values me as a person—not just for what I do. My ideal partner is someone kind, funny, and down to earth. I like someone who can make me laugh, who values honesty above all else, and who can make me feel comfortable around him. Because that's where i can be myself.”

Jay smiled, clearly enjoying the conversation. “It sounds like you’ve got a good sense of what you want. That’s really admirable. So guys out there, better do your homework.”

Aira laugh softly and nod her head as she playfully said, "Slide into my dm." give a wink to the camera. They both laugh loudly as she said that.

The session concluded, and Jay thanked her for her time. The team packed up, and Aria walked out of the studio with a sense of fulfillment. The conversation had been enlightening, and she felt grateful for the opportunity to share her story. As she left the recording space, she couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement for what was coming next—both in her career and in her personal life.

As Aria walked to the car, Claire glanced over at her. “You’re free until tomorrow morning. Do you want to stop by anywhere?”

Aria shook her head, exhaustion finally settling in. “No, just take me home.”

On the ride back to her penthouse, Aria absentmindedly stared out the window until she remembered her unanswered text from Jungkook. Unlocking her phone, she quickly typed:

Aria Jeong: Sorry for the late reply. I just wrapped up the recording session. The podcast will be released next week.

Satisfied, she hit send and scrolled through Twitter. Her timeline filled with photos from the AMA’s rehearsals, and she froze momentarily when she spotted paparazzi shots of Jungkook leaving the venue. A small smile crept across her face as her mind drifted back to their accidental encounter outside the restroom earlier that day. The memory of his playful grin and gentle voice played like a movie reel in her head.

Her thoughts were interrupted when the car pulled into her building. Before stepping out, Claire turned to her. “Just a reminder, tomorrow morning we’ll pick you up for the AMA’s final rehearsal. After that, we’ll head straight to the hotel to get you ready for the event.”

“Got it, Claire. Thanks,” Aria said as she grabbed her bag and stepped out.

She was immediately escorted by her two bodyguards to the elevator. As they rode to the highest floor, Aria glanced at the city lights sparkling outside the glass walls. Once they reached her penthouse, she turned to the guards. “Thank you, as always.”

“Just doing our job, Ms. Aria,” one of them replied with a small smile.

Inside her penthouse, Aria slipped out of her heels and let out a deep sigh of relief. She took a long shower, ordering her favorite pasta and dessert in the meantime. Dressed in a one set grey hoodie, her hair is in a slick bun. She played soft jazz in the background and curled up on the couch with a book.

Just as she flipped to the next chapter, her phone buzzed.

Jeon Jungkook: Can't wait for next week. Or should I be honest and say… I just can’t wait to watch you.

Her cheeks flushed at his words, and she grinned like a teenager.

Jeon Jungkook: Anyway, I just finished an interview with Billboard and had a meeting with Calvin Klein about our upcoming photoshoot earlier.

Aria Jeong: How was the interview?

Jeon Jungkook: It went smoothly. What about you? What are you doing right now? Bet you’re more busy than me.

Aria Jeong: Not at all, surprisingly! I’m on my free time until tomorrow morning. Shocking, right?

She waited for his reply, but minutes passed, and her screen remained quiet. She sighed, figuring he must’ve been pulled into another meeting or task. Setting her phone aside, she turned her focus back to her book, losing herself in the words on the page.

Suddenly, her phone buzzed—this time with an incoming call. Her heart skipped a beat when she saw the caller ID.

Jeon Jungkook is calling..

She nearly dropped her book in shock. After setting it down on the coffee table, she sat up properly, clearing her throat before swiping to answer.

“Hello?”

“Hi,” Jungkook’s voice came through with a soft laugh. “Sorry for the sudden call. I hope I didn’t catch you at a bad time.”

“Oh no no. It’s okay,” she said, a small smile playing on her lips. “So... What’s up?”

“I just… felt like talking to you,” he admitted.

She chuckled, trying to mask the butterflies in her stomach. “Wow, didn’t expect the global pop star to be in his feelings about wanting to talk to me.” Her tone was teasing, almost flirty.

He laughed, the sound deep and rich. “Wow, didn’t expect the international supermodel to actually reply to my texts and pick up my call.” He matched her tone, playful and light.

They both laughed. Aria leaned back on her couch, holding the phone against her ear, “What are you up to?” she asked, curiosity evident in her tone.

“I’m actually having some free time until dinner later,” Jungkook replied casually. “The interview surprisingly ended earlier than expected, so I’m back at the hotel, just waiting for the time to head out.”

Aria smiled. “That sounds nice. Have you eaten yet?”

“Yeah, i just ate just now so maybe i'll eat again later during dinner. What about you? Did you eat?”

“The last time I ate was during the rehearsal earlier today,” she admitted.

“That’s a long time ago,” Jungkook said, his voice laced with concern. “You should eat more, Aria. Do you want me to order somebfood for you?”

She chuckled softly at his offer. “It’s okay, I already ordered something for myself.”

He let out a relieved sigh. “Good. You had me worried there for a second.”

Just then, the doorbell rang, signaling her food had arrived. “Oh, my food is here,” she said, standing up to grab it.

“Perfect timing,” Jungkook replied. “Enjoy your food.”

As she walked toward the door, she heard him yawn. “Looks like someone’s getting sleepy,” she teased.

“Yeah,” he admitted, his voice dropping into a deeper, sleepier tone. “I think I need to take a quick nap before dinner.”

Opening the door to retrieve her food, she laughed lightly. “Wow, so talking to me is that boring it’s putting you to sleep?”

“What?” Jungkook’s voice sharpened, his denial immediate. “It’s not boring at all. It’s fun talking to you! It’s just…” He hesitated before continuing, his tone soft and slightly sheepish. “Your voice is really soothing. Like a lullaby or something—it makes me want to fall asleep right away.”

She couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty. “I don’t know if I should take that as a compliment or not,” she joked, carrying the food to her dining table. “But fine, I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“It is a compliment, Aria,” Jungkook said, his voice now tinged with a sleepy warmth that made her smile.

She shook her head with amusement. “Alright, Mr. Sleepy Superstar, you should go take that nap. I’ll let you rest.”

“Yeah, I’ll do that,” he murmured, his voice growing softer by the second. “Enjoy your meal, Aria.”

“I will. Sleep well, Jungkook.”

“Thanks. Talk soon,” he replied before the call ended.

Placing her phone down, Aria sighed contentedly, a small smile lingering on her lips as she unwrapped her food. She played her jazz playlist again, the conversation with Jungkook replaying in her head like a favorite scene in a movie. She covered her face as she squealed.

Aria groggily rubbed her eyes as the clock on her nightstand displayed 11:07 PM. Realizing she had slept much longer than intended. Her slick back bun has turned into a messy bun. Using both of her hands, she let her long hair down. After finishing her meal earlier, she had planned to read a few more chapters of her novel, but fatigue had taken over, and what was supposed to be a quick nap had turned into hours of deep sleep.

Reaching for her phone, she unlocked it to find a few notifications. Her mom had sent her a sweet message wishing her good luck for the AMAs tomorrow, Claire had emailed her the final agenda for the day, and to her surprise, there were a few texts—and a missed call—from Jungkook.

Her eyes widened at the last one. Aria quickly replied to her mom first, sending a heart emoji along with a thank-you message. Then, she scrolled to Jungkook’s texts.

The first one, sent at 8:13 PM,

Jeon Jungkook: Hey, I just woke up and about to head out for dinner. Did you enjoy your meal?

The next text, sent at 10:30 PM,

Jeon Jungkook: Are you asleep? Have a great sleep, Aria.

And the most recent one, sent at 11:21 PM,

Jeon Jungkook: Back at the hotel now. Hope you had a good rest.

Aria noticed the missed call timestamped at 10:30 PM, the same time as his second text. She couldn’t help but smile, finding it adorable that he’d kept her updated, even though she had been completely unresponsive.

Still holding her phone, she debated whether she should reply to his texts or call him back. Before she could make up her mind, another message from him popped up:

Jeon Jungkook: You know I can see if you’ve read my texts, right?

Her eyes widened in shock as she instinctively sat up straighter in bed. Her heart skipped a beat as she stared at the screen.

Suddenly, the phone vibrated in her hand.

Jeon Jungkook is calling…

Aria froze for a moment before taking a deep breath and answering the call.

“Hey.” Her voice came out soft, still a bit raspy from sleep.

Jungkook’s familiar laugh greeted her from the other end. “Caught you.”

She chuckled, brushing her hair back. “You scared me with that last text. I wasn’t expecting you to call.”

“Well, I figured you might still be awake after seeing you read my texts,” he teased. “And I wanted to check in.”

Aria rolled her eyes playfully. “I just woke up, actually. Didn’t expect to sleep for that long.”

“Must’ve been a good nap, then,” he said warmly. “I hope I didn’t wake you?”

“No, no,” she assured him. “I woke up on my own, and… I saw your texts. Sorry I didn’t reply earlier.”

“It’s okay,” Jungkook said softly. “I just wanted to know if you enjoyed your meal earlier. You didn’t starve yourself again, right?”

She laughed lightly. “I did enjoy it, don’t worry. And for the record, I didn’t starve myself earlier. I just got busy.”

“Busy enough to pass out right after eating?” he teased, his voice laced with amusement.

“Alright, guilty,” she admitted with a laugh. “What about you? How was dinner?”

“It was good,” Jungkook replied. “Got to talk to some producers, but it wasn’t anything too heavy. Just casual stuff.”

“That’s nice,” Aria said, leaning back against her headboard.

“Speaking of nice,” Jungkook began, his tone turning slightly playful, “I wasn’t expecting to enjoy this conversation so much. You’re making my night, Aria.”

Her cheeks flushed, and she tried to play it cool. Cover her eyes with her hand, “You sure know how to flatter someone, don’t you?”

“Only when it’s true,” he replied smoothly.

Aria bit her lip, smiling. “Well, I’m glad I could make your night a little better.”

There was a brief pause before Jungkook spoke again, his voice softer this time. “You’re really easy to talk to, you know that?”

“So are you,” Aria admitted, her tone matching his. “It’s… nice.”

They both fell into a comfortable silence, the kind that didn’t feel awkward or forced.

Jungkook’s voice softened slightly as he broke the silence saying, “I can’t wait to see you tomorrow at the AMAs.”

Aria's heart fluttered at his words, and she smiled. “Yeah, same here. Can't wait to see you too.”

But as she glanced at the clock again, a thought hit her. “Oh no,” she groaned.

“Why? What’s wrong?” he asked.

“I just realized I have to wake up early tomorrow, but I just woke up from a nap at 11 PM. How am I supposed to sleep early and wake up on time?”

Jungkook laughed on the other end of the line. “I feel you. I took a nap before dinner, and now I don’t feel sleepy either.”

She sighed dramatically, leaning back against her pillows. “Great, we’re both wide awake.”

There was a pause, and then Aria hesitated for a moment before deciding to make a bold move. “Jungkook?”

“Uhm?”

“What hotel are you staying at?”

There was a beat of silence before Jungkook responded, his voice tinged with curiosity. “The Conrad. Why?”

Aria took a deep breath, her heart racing. “Do you… mind if I come over?”

Jungkook’s voice perked up in surprise. "You want to come over.. here? Like, here as in like.. my hotel room?"

“Yeah,” she said, her voice steady despite her nerves.

For a moment, she thought he might hesitate, but his response came almost instantly. “Of course. Come over. I’d love that.”

Aria grinned, relieved. “Really? You’re sure it’s okay?”

“One hundred percent okay,” he said firmly. Then, with a chuckle, he added, “But shouldn’t I be the one coming to you instead?”

She shook her head, even though he couldn’t see her. “No, just for this time, I’ll be the one coming to you. Is that alright?”

“More than alright,” Jungkook replied, his tone warm. He asked. “So, at what time you wanna come over?”

“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes,” she confirmed.

“Wait,” Jungkook said quickly. “How are you getting here?”

“My car,” she replied casually.

“Okay, drive safe. Let me know if you've arrive at the lobby. I'll go get you."

"Okay Jungkook. I will," Aria replied as she grabbed her leather jacket, cap, car keys, and her bag. Jungkook asked cautiously, “Are you sure it’s okay for you to drive here? You want me to order a cab for you? Oh and wouldn’t your fans or bodyguards notice you leaving?”

“It’s fine Jungkook. I'm totally fine with it. It's just a 15 minutes drive from my place,” Aria said assuring him, smiling to herself. “And about that, on my free time, They let me do whatever I want during this period. No manger, no bodyguards.”

Then, with a teasing tone, she added, “I should be the one asking you that. Will your security or manager catch me sneaking in?”

Jungkook chuckled softly. “No, we’re safe. I’m alone tonight.”

“Alright then,” she said as she slipped on her sneakers. “See you soon, Jungkook.”

“See you soon, Aria,” he said warmly before hanging up.

With her heart pounding in anticipation, Aria stepped into the elevator, her mind racing with thoughts of what awaited her at the Conrad Hotel. Jungkook is waiting for her.

Aria pulled into the valet parking at the Conrad Hotel, handing her keys to the valet with a polite smile. She pulled her cap lower and adjusted her black sunglasses as she stepped out of the car, keeping her head slightly down.

The elevator to the lobby was empty, and Aria took a deep breath as the doors closed. She could feel the slight buzz of adrenaline coursing through her. What am I even doing? she thought but brushed the doubt aside.

When the elevator dinged and opened to the lobby, she scanned her surroundings. It was quiet, with only two receptionists stationed at the front desk. Aria walked over to a small couch, her movements casual but deliberate. Sitting down, she pulled her cap even lower and fished her phone out of her pocket.

She dialed Jungkook’s number, tapping her foot lightly against the marble floor.

The call barely rang twice before he picked up. “You’re here?” he said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement.

“Yeah, I’m in the lobby,” she replied softly, glancing around again.

“Okay, stay there. I’ll come and get you,” he said, his tone warm and reassuring.

“Alright,” she said, ending the call with a small smile.

To pass the time, Aria opened her email and scrolled through the message from Claire. It detailed tomorrow’s busy agenda for the AMAs, including rehearsal schedules and a script for her part in the event. She skimmed through the script, mentally preparing herself for the big day ahead.

As she focused on her phone, she suddenly felt a presence behind her. Before she could react, two hands rested on either side of the couch, one side is tattooed. Then, a deep yet soft voice whispered close to her left ear.

“Hey.”

Aria gasped, nearly dropping her phone as she whipped her head around. Jungkook was standing behind her, his face impossibly close. Their nose almost touching with each other, a playful grin on his lips. His oversized black hoodie and sweatpants made him look effortlessly relaxed with his hair on his forehead nearly went into his eyes.

“Jungkook!” she exclaimed, her voice just above a whisper. She reached out and lightly slapped his shoulder, her expression equal parts flustered and amused. “You scared me!”

He chuckled, stepping around the couch to sit beside her. “Sorry,” he said, though the grin on his face told her he wasn’t sorry at all. “You were so focused on your phone I couldn’t resist.”

She shook her head, a reluctant smile forming on her lips. “You’re lucky no one else was around, or that would’ve been a scene.”

“Well, I checked before coming down,” he said with a shrug, leaning back casually. “You okay now?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she said, still smiling. “You just caught me off guard.”

He smirked, tilting his head toward the elevators. “Ready to head up?”

She nodded, standing up and smoothing down her jacket. “Let’s go.”

Jungkook gestured for her to lead the way, and as they walked toward the elevators, she felt a strange mix of excitement and nervousness. The night had only just begun.

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outofmydepthatapublicbeach · 11 months ago

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hiii can u write julien x reader where julien has a crush on reader? like maybe reader is maybe a singer at the grammys and catches juliens eye

pls pls and thank u

jj chats: hiii!! i love this idea so so much and i am so happy i got to write it!!! i decided to do some headcannons and a bit of a blurb! but its mostly tailored to this specific scenario so if anyone wants a more general julien with a crush headcannons i can totally write that! just lmk!! also tysm for the request dear ilysm <333

warnings: RPF, no use of y/n, julien is very awkward!!!

feedback is encouraged and i'd love to get some just please be kind!!!

So lets say that Julien is aware of who you are, she knows your music, but never knew your face. She was crazy excited about you performing at the grammys.

She’s at the table when your name gets announced along with the 2 tracks you are playing and she immediately recognizes them.

She gets all giddy because she’s never seen you before and is excited for your set.

You play a mash up of two ballads where your vocals are incredible, your standing center stage. (I’m kind of picturing it to look like Olivia Rodgrigo’s set at the grammys)

Whatever outfit you’re wearing is a beautiful mix of emerald green and gold. Your dress/suit/whatever you are wearing has a very flowy vibe to it.

Anyway Julien sees you as the spotlight shines on you and her heart stops. You were more beautiful than she had ever thought.

Then you open your mouth to sing and it's like a kaleidoscope of butterflies was released in her stomach.

Phoebe notices her awestruck state and whispers to Lucy.

Yk they made a plan to make sure you met that night.

When your performance ends you smile towards the crowd of brilliant musicians, lyricists and producers. The room erupts in cheers and applause, your head gets a little light as you take everything in. Everything that you’ve worked for has come to this, and you’ve finally made it, singing in a room full of all your biggest idols.

When the stage darkens, a crew member meets you and takes you back to a dressing room, helping you get back into your original grammy outfit. As you walk back to your seat you spot a woman with platinum blond hair in a white suit standing near your table, seemingly waiting for someone.

As you approach her you get a better look at who she was. Exclaiming “Phoebe!! I’m so glad to see you!” You pull her into a hug.

Pulling away, Phoebe replies “Hey dude! It’s been so long!”

“Way too long! Oh congrats on you and the boys wins tonight! I’m so happy for y’all!” You smile, then noticing the other two that make up Boygenius approach, Lucy Dacus and Julien Baker. Lucy introduces herself and Julien, Julien stands squashed between Lucy and Phoebe. She smiles at you shyly, a light pink flushes her face.

“Your performance was out of this world, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sing like that! Isn’t that right Julien?” Phoebe asks, nudging her bandmate with her elbow.

Julien sputters a little bit before replying “Your voice is so pretty.” Once the words leave her mouth her eyes widen a bit, as if she can’t believe she just said that. Phoebe and Lucy share a look before Phoebe moves to squeeze your upper arm.

“Me and Luce are gonna go mingle, have fun kids,” She turns away from you but you can almost swear you saw her wink at Julien before walking away.

“I don’t think I’ve never formally introduced myself, I’m-”

“I know you,” Julien cuts you off, horror fills her face at her ill choice of words, “I mean I don’t know-know you, but I know of you! I like you! Fuck I mean I like your music, its really good! And your voice is amazing. It's so pretty! I’m rambling aren’t I?” The tattooed woman sighs, her face flushing again, this time a much brighter red.

“Yes, yes you are. But it's okay Julien, it's cute.” You giggle, reaching towards your purse to pull out your phone, pulling up messages. “Can I have your number, I’d love to talk to you longer but I gotta go visit someone before we have to be back in out seats. Maybe we could get coffee sometime and talk?” You hand the phone to Julien, gently placing it in her open palms.

“Really?” she waits for you to nod before putting her number in, hands shaking as she types. “Thank you! And best of luck to you tonight! Hopefully I’ll see you around.” Julien says. You smile and grab Julien’s hand, squeezing it lightly. Once you let go she's off towards her table again.

I could totally see Julien being so nervous around you that she types in her number wrong. So wehn you get home and call her and some random 39 year old guy from Alabama replies you are taken a little off guard.

But it's all fixed when you text Phoebe explaining the situation.

Phoebe def made fun of Julien for that all the time now.

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