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sentientcave · 8 months ago

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Heavy Weighs the Crown

Had to stop working on everything else and write a whole bunch of this instead. Usually I like to finish things that I think might be on the longer side before I start posting, but we're gonna live on the edge with this one. Expect updates in 1-2 Bearimys.

Chapter One - Sweetpea

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Contains: Generic fantasy setting, Princess Reader, Large men picking up reader like a football, No Y/N, A spot of magic, Some exposition, Reader's dad (deceased) was a real piece of work, Reader descriptions kept as neutral as possible but keep in mind that she is a character to me and does have a specific appearance so things might slip through. This is just me having a bit of fun with a fantasy setting because it is my favourite type.

~3.4k Words - MDNI

Sunlight streams down through the light scattering of clouds above, as you carry your nearly empty basket into town to buy a few things for your auntie Kate. She’s not truly your aunt, but over the past few years it’s hard to think of her as anything less than family. She’s not warm, exactly, but she’s honest, and you know that you can trust her with anything.

Kate would usually be at your side when you go into town, watching the crowd with hawkish intensity, as though she still expects agents of the new king to materialize and snatch you away, but she’s away on business, and her wife much less paranoid. You expect that anyone who was ever looking for you has given up on you now. After the civil war, there was a time of instability, and you laid awake many nights, half expecting armed men to break into your bedroom and snatch you away, but everything is smoothed over now, and there’s no reason why Price would feel like he needed you to cement his rule.

You’re happy to just let him have the kingdom. You have more freedom as an ordinary girl, and you’re happier now than you ever have been. You were miserable living in your father’s halls, just a spindly little flower growing without enough sun or rain. And your people are happy now too. It twists your stomach something fierce, to think that your father was never a good king, but the reality is that he wasn’t. People starved while he feasted behind his walls. He sent good men to wage war on his behalf, to die in far off lands when they should have been home building better lives for themselves and their families. He allowed his chosen men to terrorize the women and children and old men living in the towns still. Things had been bad.

So yes, let Price have the crown, and the castle, and the responsibility and anything he likes. What difference does it make to you now?

What matters now is the sun on your face, and the gentle sound of birdsong around you, and the dull bite of the occasional stone through the soft leather soles of your shoes. The air smells sweet and green, although there’s a slight prickle at the back of your nose that tells you that there will be rain tonight, or tomorrow morning at the latest. There’s nothing to worry about aside from whether or not the children in town will like the end of the book you have tucked into your basket.

You see a young man sleeping by the side of the road on your way into town, his horse tied to a long halter while he lounges beneath a tree. As you pass by, a bird flying too close startles the horse, and it pulls up the peg it’s tied to, and bolts. The young man doesn’t stir, so you dash after the horse without a thought, dropping your basket so you have both hands free to seize the halter.

You try to dig in your heels to stop the big, white-stockinged horse, but it half-drags you a little ways down the road before finally stopping, swinging it’s head around to look at you as though you’ve personally offended it. “Come on,” you tell it, exasperated. “You don’t belong out here.”

Arms wrap around you from behind, hands much larger than yours close over your wrists. “You’re awfully pretty for a horse thief,” a voice says in your ear.

“I’m not a horse thief!” you protest. “I was trying to help!” The horse snorts, as though it intends to tattle on you for something that you most certainly were not doing.

“And you didn’t think to wake me up?” The man behind you lets go of one of your wrists and spins you around, the movement smooth and graceful, like you’re two dancers at a ball, rather than two strangers meeting along a country road. But when you look up, you find the all too familiar face of one of Price’s knights.

“Sir Garrick!” you gasp.

“Princess,” he says, smiling. He’s far too handsome, his smile bright, teeth a little bit too sharp. “How very nice to see you. I thought for sure you’d have left the kingdom by now.”

“No! Oh no.” You push against his chest uselessly. He’s strong, so much stronger than you. Despair claws at your ribs. Your nightmare-come-true may be wrapped in a pretty, familiar face, but you have no desire to return to the capital. “Please let me go. I promise I don’t want the kingdom. Price can have it— You can have it. I just want to be left alone, I swear, I’ll never—”

“Hush, sweetpea.” He tucks a few of your thin braids behind your ear, fingertips grazing down your neck. “I have to bring you in. But you can make your case to Price. Maybe he’ll let you come back, alright? Don’t fret. He’s always been reasonable.”

You’re not certain how to get out of this. Sir Garrick has kind eyes, but his grip is like steel. He lifts you up easily and sets you on his horse before you so much as think of protesting or making a feeble attempt to fight him off.

“We’re not far from the capital. We can make it there before dark,” he continues, voice low and reassuring, as though you’re worried about the travel, and not the destination.

“But— What about my aunt? I should let her know where I’ve gone.”

“We’ll send word. Don’t you worry, your majesty.”

“No, no, don’t call me that. That’s for kings and queens, and I’m neither.” I’m no one, you want to shout.

He's amused by that, amused by you, as if you're just being a silly little girl. "I suppose we'll settle on sweetpea for now." He holds his palm out and three little white birds materialize and fly off in different directions, spectral and iridescent as soap bubbles. And then he swings into the seat behind you and pulls you most of the way into his lap, wraps strong arms around your waist, and nudges his mount into a walk.

“So,” Sir Garrick says conversationally, his voice low, lips far too close to your ear. It’s overly familiar, but you’re already practically sitting in the man’s lap. “What have you been doing out here all these years?”

“Um. Gardening. Embroidery. Taking care of my chickens. Lessons, for some of the children that live nearby. Just letters and arithmetic. I’ve been thinking about organizing a proper schoolhouse.” You can feel your nerves bubbling up as you babble, thoughts coming to you disorganized and stilted. “I never realized how few people can read. It seems a shame. I do a few hours of reading around town, help out at the church. I keep busy. I haven’t any real purpose, so I have to go out of my way to make one.” You sigh, thinking of how you had left things at a particularly gripping point in a story you’d been reading to the town children. They’ll be disappointed if they never hear the end of it, but you still have hope that Price will decide you’ve become something of a country bumpkin with no place in the court, and let you go back home soon. “How have you fared? Is your family well?”

“Quite well. My sisters will be glad to see you again. They always thought you were sweet. Rosie’s opened her own dress shop in the city, and Camellia has five children now. I think Kylie and Jorah were just two or three last you saw them. My mother lives with Cam to help out.” Sir Garrick’s mother and sister used to work at the palace, and he had been apprenticed to the court wizard before he specialized in battle magic and became a knight. You hadn’t been friends, exactly— You’re not sure you ever really had friends— but he’d always been nice enough, when your paths crossed.

“And what of you?” you prompt gently. “Have you found yourself a wife?”

He laughs lightly. “I’m working on it. I’ve a girl in mind, but I think she’ll take some convincing.”

“Oh I doubt that, Sir. You’re perfectly unobjectionable.”

“High praise indeed, princess.”

The two of you chat idly as you travel, mostly about nothing, but it’s pleasant enough. Sir Garrick— Kyle, he insists you call him— is far more charming than you remember, and he makes you laugh so much that you’re certain that you’d simply fall right off the horse if he wasn’t holding onto you so securely. He’s the very picture of a romantic hero, all chivalry and smiles, handsome in the dappled light under the canopy of trees as the road carries you from farmland to forest. You come to a bridge, and he dismounts so his horse can drink, and lifts you down so you can stretch out stiff muscles. His touch lingers, strong hands resting on your hips for a few beats longer than would be appropriate, but you don’t really mind.

You part from his company so you can relieve yourself a little ways into the trees, glad he’s not concerned about you making a run for it. His assurances that Price can be reasoned into letting you go home once you’ve spoken to him is enough to make you cooperative. You’re certain that he’ll take one look at you now and send you right back home. You’ve never had any luck with the young men in town, and if that’s any indication, you’ll be back to your little bedroom in Kate’s house before the week is up.

You fix your clothes and walk back to the road, humming lightly under your breath. Kyle is speaking to a flat glowing disc that hums with energy, floating above his palm. He gives you a smile and a nod and retreats to the tree line while he finishes his conversation. You catch a glimpse of a face on the disc as he turns, searing blue eyes meeting yours for a moment. Price, certainly. You recognize those eyes.

Kyle’s gaze slips over to you again as you kneel by the creek, one arm keeping your skirt out of the water while you trail the other hand through the water idly, the cool stream a pleasant offset to the heat of the afternoon. If you were alone, you would consider stripping down and going for a swim, but as nice as Kyle is, he’s still a man, and not one you know particularly well anymore, if you ever did.

When you look over again, he’s tucking the crystal disc into the front of his tunic, and a wolf is behind him, stalking out of the woods, low to the ground and ready to pounce. “Kyle!” you shout, pointing behind him. He turns quickly, a spell glittering on his fingertips, but the wolf pounces before he can cast it, both crashing into the packed earth along the side of the road.

You rush over, although halfway there you wonder what help you expect to be, and an arm snatches you around the middle, hauling you back. You’re beginning to get a bit annoyed at how much you’ve been manhandled today, and you start kicking as you’re lifted off your feet. “Let me go!”

“Easy, sweet girl. Let the lads say hello,” a deep voice says behind you, the sound rumbling through you like a cat’s purr. “No danger ‘ere.”

You look at Kyle and the wolf again. Only there isn’t a wolf anymore, just a large, naked man laying on top of Kyle, kissing him ardently and more than a little messily. The sound of it makes your cheeks burn. “Oh.”

The man who was a wolf stands up, and you look away, too flustered by the sight of so much bare skin to do anything else. The big man puts you down and turns you to face him, putting your back to the werewolf. “Johnny, put some clothes on before you say ‘ello. We know you were raised by savages, but you don’t need to act like it,” he says firmly, his heavy hands on your shoulders.

You stare at the skull embroidered on the black tunic in front of you, recognizing the emblem, and then the black fencers mask tied around the man’s face, obscuring even the shape of his features. You see a glint of light when he drops his chin to look at you though, gleaming eyes that look at you inscrutably. You know him, by name and reputation and deep, rumbling voice, if not by his face. No one knows him by his face, but he was as highly ranked a knight as Price was, one of your father’s personal guard before the war. Often tasked as your guardian, a solemn but comforting presence always. “Hello, Ghost,” you say, cheeks burning all the hotter. “Been a while.”

“Not as long as you might think,” he says. You can almost hear the smile in his voice. “Been keepin’ an eye on you.”

“What do you mean?” you ask. “For how long?”

“Knew where you were this whole time. Wun’t about to let you disappear, princess.” He tucks you against his side, keeping an arm around your shoulders protectively. “Johnny. Come meet our girl. Best behaviour.”

Johnny the werewolf grins at you as he walks up, still adjusting the drape of the tartan fabric around his hips, broad chest bare and dusted with hair, swirling blue tattoos printed on his scarred skin. His hair is shaved on the sides, a stripe of it left long in the center. “Nice ta finally meet ya, princess. Officially, anyway. We’ve bumped intae each other once or twice, but I was told no’ ta approach unless ye approached first, aye? Shame ye never did.” His smile is crooked, his too-bright blue eyes intent on yours. “Think we’ll get along.”

“The whole time?” you ask, skipping back a few paces in the conversation, glancing up at Ghost. “But Kyle said—”

“Sorry, sweetpea,” Kyle says airily. “I lied.”

“Typical tricksy wizard shite. But dinnae ye worry none, we’ll keep him honest for ye.” Johnny grabs your hand and presses a kiss to your knuckles, and then to the inside of your palm. His rough fingertips push your sleeve back, and he kisses the inside of your wrist too. When you squeak, he gives you a heated look and does it again, teeth grazing sensitive skin as he opens his mouth and licks a stripe across your pulse.

You’re warm from the tips of your ears to your chest, your breath catching on ragged nerves. You tug your hand out of his grip and cradle it with your other, like you’ve been burned by his brash touch.

“Johnny,” Ghost says, exasperated. “S’that what you call best behaviour?”

“She likes it, sir.”

“I most certainly do not!” you protest.

“Oh, aye ye do. Werewolf, ye ken. Can smell ye.” Johnny taps the side of his nose and winks at you. “Ye dinnae need ta be embarrassed, sweetpea. Ye can hardly blame yerself, faced with all this.” He gestures to his admittedly impressive physique, the broad and lean shape of near-perfect manhood on immodest display.

“Let’s move.” Kyle’s hand brushes your elbow. “You can ride with me again.”

Ghost shakes his head and turns, pulling you with him. “No. Come meet Nox.” He whistles, and a huge black shape hurtles down from the sky, glossy black wings snapping open just before the creature hit the ground, flapping a few times so that it lands lightly on four mismatched limbs, stirring up dust leaves. You shrink back against Ghost’s side, eyes wide. A gryphon.

The massive beast has a raven’s head and wings, and shiny black fur on it’s haunches. The catlike tail, with it’s tuft of feathers at the end, twitches back and forth as the bird head tilts to regard you, dark, slit-pupil eyes watching you with interest.

You look up at Ghost for reassurance, and he nods. “Go on. Offer ‘er your ‘and. She won’t bite. Hey, girl?” he scratches the gryphon behind the ear, and it opens it’s mouth to make a vibrating, keening sound that makes Kyle’s horse snort nervously. “That’s right, sweetpea’s a friend.”

You offer your outstretched hand to the giant creature, bolstered by Ghost’s calm, and it sticks it’s beak under your palm, making the same keening sound again. The last of your apprehension melts away, and you step closer, smiling. “Aren’t you a pretty girl?” You scratch the spot where her beak meets her feathers, and her eyes close for a moment.

Johnny reaches for the Nox’s side, and she whips her head around and hisses at him, her throat feathers fluffing up defensively. “Och, yer no’ goan ta git my fingers, ye wee beastie. Thought ye was gettin’ soft.”

“Away, Johnny. Let the girls get to know each other.” Ghost stands behind you and guides your hands to points just behind Nox’s jaw. The gryphon croaks and leans her head on your shoulder, nudging Ghost with her beak.

“Not so scary,” you coo, pressing your face into the soft cloud of feathers. “What a sweet girl.”

“How about it, Nox? Can she ‘op up?” Ghost asks. The gryphon croaks again and backs away enough to lean her front half down. Ghost picks you up and sets you on her back, on a flat saddle that sits right behind the joint of her massive wings, which fold up over your legs like she’s holding you steady. He pats Nox on the neck and starts walking, and she follows, padding beside him, sticking her beak between the joints of his leather armor playfully whenever he takes his hand off her.

You grab the edge of the saddle, mindful of Nox’s feathers, and it takes a moment to adjust to her movement. It’s not the side to side sway of a horse, but she’s steady, like she’s trying her best not to spill an inexperienced rider. Thoughtful of her.

Behind you, Kyle scrambles up onto his horse, and Johnny hustles to catch up, positioning himself on Ghost’s other side, giving Nox a wider berth.

“Thought we weren’t supposed ta tell her we were watchin’,” Johnny said. “Price said—”

“She ought to know. I wun’t too ‘appy about it in the first place, but a deal’s a deal.”

“A deal with who?” you ask.

“I’ll let Price tell you that much, sweetpea. But if it were up to me I’d’ve dragged you back home years ago.”

You shake your head tiredly. “Home is where I was. And I’m going back as soon as this business with Price is done. I don’t know what he wants, but I’m sure we can work something out. Kyle said he’s reasonable.”

“Oh, did ‘e?” Ghost asks, amusement colouring his deep voice. “S’pose that’s ‘ow ‘e had you comin’ along purrin’ like a kitten, hm?”

The blood drains from your face as you turn to look at Kyle, but he doesn’t look guilty, or like he’d been lying to you. “Well, again, I’m perfectly happy to cooperate. There’s no reason why he wouldn’t let me go when he gets what he wants, is there?”

Johnny chuckles, exchanging a look with Ghost that’s inscrutable. “Aye, ye’ve got a point. I’m sure ye’ll have no trouble dealin’ with the old man. Born diplomat, aren’t ye?”

Your stomach twists with nerves. It’s been many years since you’ve seen John Price. You don’t know him as well as you know Ghost. You’d always found the big, faceless man strangely comforting, easy to talk at, if not to, especially when you were still young and silly. But John Price, when he fixed you with those fathomless dark blue eyes, had always rendered you speechless, turned your usually clever tongue to lead. He was a knight captain then, a natural leader of men, a hero. Not someone that your father wanted you to get close to. It’s easy for you to see why now, with your father dead in the ground and Price wearing the crown, but you were glad for any excuse to stay away.

You wish you could ask Nox to fly away with you on her back, maybe home, but maybe somewhere else entirely, where no one knows you, where you can start again without the weight of the crown hanging heavy over your head, an executioner’s ax waiting to fall.

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#Fantasy AU #cod mw fanfiction #x reader #x fem Reader #141 x reader #Heavy Weighs the Crown #Cave Writing #This is mostly gonna be fun and light-hearted I just really enjoy fantasy and I've been watching a lot of DnD content lately #“He's always been reasonable” Kyle lies thinking fondly of his boss - the least reasonable man in the realm #Let me know if you need any content warnings in here but I feel this one's pretty light

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chaoticallywriting · 2 months ago

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☂Death and Her Companion☂

Prologue

Description - And so we meet the girl from the bunker, the hidden away secret. The one to powerful, to fearsome and to quick-witted. How sad it must be to be the harbinger of death and yet have such a kind soul. How odd it strikes the other Hargreaves that this wondrous woman is their 'little' brothers supposed ex. One must wonder what her role is in everything, which chest piece she is on Reginald Hargreaves board. One thing is for sure, to Five she is the all mighty queen.

A/N - Please don't expect much of me, I am dragging myself through work four cans of alani at a time. There are little time jumps throughout their time in the apocalypse. I plan on writing more cute apocalypse bonding moments for them throughout the series.

Warnings - Canon typical violence, use of y/n like twice. Needles, blood, syringes, abandonment issues. Self worth issues. Mentions of skinniness due to lack of food (from the apocalypse my dudes)

Pairing - Five x Reader

Word count - 6k

To tell a story, one must have a character or set of characters to follow. They may not be reliable or entirely likable nor good-hearted or kind, they may not be evil or extraordinary but simply intriguing. Intriguing enough to hold the reader's attention, to keep them coming back for more. And that is Y/N, a girl born on a day where something extraordinary happened and if given any other power she would have been one to marvel over.

But the babe was born with fingertips dosed in inky darkness and killed her mother during birth. Then her grandmother who held the babes pinky and so on. Eventually she was kept hidden with the help of one Reginald Hargreaves, who agreed that her power was too strong for the world to bear. So said girl lived her life underground with a robot as a mother (to keep her from accidentally killing her too) and eventually a robotic companion that was meant to resemble her age.

Even through glitches and random updates she didn’t know what normal really was, so she never batted an eye. As she grew so did the darkness upon her fingertips until eventually it stopped at her elbows. She read every book given to her, watched every movie and show and held a strict physical regiment to keep her in shape.

She learned just about every fighting style known to man thanks to the updates her mother was given and regularly ran in the underground garden. Her bunker was her life and she never thought it odd until she was 14. You see, all those movies and books showed a different life than hers, exciting ones that showed the ocean and the sun, the moon, stars. There was romance and friendships, adventures galore. Suddenly her life which was once fulfilling felt… suffocatingly dull.

Neither her companion nor mother would let her out nor sympathize with her. They only tried to distract the girl from her growing desires. But such desires only grew and mixed with the rage of a preteen girl came a moment in her life she’d always remember, the moment when the monotony would finally end. They didn’t listen, they tried placating, and they tried deflecting. At one point they tried to make her feel crazy, but her textbooks and ways of entertainment showed proof of a different life. So finally when all that rage and loneliness finished brewing it came time to try to escape.

She didn’t make it past the second steel door before a syringe was put in her neck. She awoke, she tried again, she was kept locked in a more secure room, no longer allowed to roam her bunker. So when her mother and companion came to visit on the 5th day she used her upbringing to her advantage and killed them. Twitching metallic limbs were scattered about the padded room, oil seeping out instead of blood and the sound of frying wires filling the air.

Finally, from doing this, she met the man who built her bunker. He kept himself protected behind a wall of plexiglass, staring her down through his monocle with a disapproving glare. “You have caused quite the mess.”

The young girl was sobbing, she had just killed the only people - no things she ever knew. She was a monster, a murderer. “I just want out, please let me out!”

“I cannot do that child, your power is beyond my control. You were able to suppress the medicine I tried to give you and are not fit for normal ways of living.”

His voice was cold and stern, in her already fragile state his lack of empathy only made her feel small. He only seemed to validate her worst fears.

“I can offer you something though, a way out from this life. All you must do is step through those doors and into the chamber I’ve built for you. It will let you out, I promise.”

The young girl, having never seen him before, didn’t know how this man was full of deceit. With barely anything else to do, she simply nodded through her tears. Whilst sniffling the girl followed his instructions and clambered into the small chamber. As she turned to face him, she realized how tiny it was and began to panic, but it was too late. Before she could even open her mouth to protest, the chamber door slammed shut and a gas filled the space.

It seemed like only seconds before air flooded the chamber, ragged gasps escaping her cracked lips. The pain she felt was overwhelming, it flooded her body and felt as though she was being torn in two. As her eyes rapidly blinked, she found the glass of the chamber had shattered and all around her was clouded by smoke and dust. As the terrified girl tried to move, that sharp pain halted her movements, causing her to crumble onto the floor.

Her hands and knees fell against the ground, shards of glass embedding into them and as the metallic taste flooded her mouth the young girl found a sharp metal stuck within her abdomen. Her once pristine white dress now drenched in blood and covered in smears of charcoal gray from the soot surrounding her. Blood dripped from her lips as she started to wheeze, her body falling the short distance onto the surrounding rumble. The icy grip of death was squeezing her and in her final moments she saw a pair of small and childlike leather loafers appear before her eyes.

Seconds turned to minutes as a confused and heart wrenched Five watched the young girl die. The only living being he’s seen since arriving in the future a mere eight hours ago, has perished within seconds of being within his presence. His confusion only heightens as he takes in her hands and forearms, then stares at the science fiction esque chamber she seemed to have fallen out of. It looked like something out of the comic books his brothers read- or well-used to read now that they are dead. The thought only hurt him more, causing tears to fill the pubescent eyes.

This odd looking girl had been stored in their family home, for how long? Five doesn’t know. But what he does know is his family is dead, and the world has ended, he’s seemingly alone and all he wishes to do is mourn his siblings. He takes a step backwards, planning on going back to their remains, (where he had spent the last six hours, sitting numbly among them) when a finger of hers twitches.

At first, he thinks he must be hallucinating from all the fumes and exhaustion due to all the tears he’s cried, but then it happens again and then her left arm jerks inwards, curling around her stomach. He’s stunned as he watches the young girl begin to slowly lift herself into a sitting position, the large piece of metal once lodged in her abdomen just… falling onto the ground, drenched in her blood.

The gaping hole begins to slowly mend itself as she wheezes and groans. Even all the tiny scratches across her body from the glass begin to heal and Five is left standing before some undead fourteen-year-old in a mixture of shock and awe. His siblings would probably be horrified and while he won’t say it out loud there is a small part of him that is; but that morbid curiosity of his kicks in and overpowers the dull horror ebbing through his brain. Suddenly it makes sense on how she survived an entire building collapsing on her and her near indestructible pod, how somehow whatever killed everyone else around him didn’t harm her.

“What are you?” He utters in a scratchy (he has been crying and screaming for hours) and awe filled tone.

Her nose scrunches, bloodied features full of fear and offense at his question. Those inky hands lay flat against the rubble as she pulls herself to stand, all wounds once leaking blood now closed and scabbed over. Her tone is soft and barely audible, as if almost scared to speak. “I’m just Y/N.”

The duffle slung over her shoulder is threadbare and has millions of random holes across it that have been half hazardously stitched back together. The uncomfortable strap digs into her shoulder as the weight of her valuables bogs her down. Their last source of shelter ended up collapsing not too long ago and so the sixteen-year-olds are once more on the hunt for a new place to call home. So they walk along a road cluttered with trash and rubble, dilapidated buildings lining both sides and the scorching sun beating down on them.

“What do you think we’ll find this time?”

He huffs, “I don’t know, something with a roof preferably.” Five has a duffle too along with a cart full of heavier items like their jars of food they’ve collected, jugs of barely drinkable water and makeshift tools.

The heat from the sun has made the girl drenched in sweat, body glistening and dirty, misshapen clothes stuck to her. Perhaps if she took her gloves off she’d feel a little better, but ever since discovering them she’s kept them on no matter the weather.

A year into the apocalypse they found a department store, one where Five became rather enamored by a mannequin. As he spent the better of twenty minutes simply staring at that torsoless thing, she hunted for any clothes they might need. Anything that didn’t seem within their size she set aside to eventually make a blanket out of it and began to softly hum to herself.

Finally, Five abandoned the mannequin and tossed something at the girl. A pair of elbow length black gloves. “Try those on,” he said as he began sifting through her pile of maybes. These were on the mannequin, she realized. The whole time she was worried about him losing it, and he came back with these instead of a new “friend.”

The gloves were a bit big but not enough that she had to worry about them slipping off. The inside felt silky and due to the size they went just passed her elbow instead. “These will be nice when winter hits, I won’t have to worry about potentially freezing any fingers off this year.”

“You should try touching the next rat we catch before we kill it… I have a theory that may help.”

And they did help, tremendously. The girl was shocked all it took to stop her powers was some cheap fabric. Her heart squeezed with appreciation as she finally began feeling less terrified of being around anything living. It felt ironic in the beginning how she finally felt free from not only herself but the chains that she was metaphorically born with, after the world had ended. Almost everyone was dead and she was finally at peace.

Now at sixteen she wears the same pair of gloves which now fit perfectly. There are holes and tears that have also been stitched with random thread that they scavenged throughout the years. Despite the fabric containing her undesired power, she finds herself hardly ever touching anything she wouldn’t want to kill. Anything that isn’t Five is food and well Five isn’t a very tactical person. There are a few nights each winter that they’ll huddle together for warmth, which he always makes a face about; but beyond that it’s more of a safety precaution. A ‘just in case I bump against you or need to grab you before you fall’ kind of thing.

As she stares at the dirtied gloves, a thought that’s always drifted through her mind bubbles to the surface once more. While they usually scavenge in silence to keep them focused for danger, today feels like an okay day to break that. There haven't been any accidents in a while, and typically they tend to be some sort of problem with herself. She’s fallen on rebar and been bitten by rabid rats, caught deathly flus and been the taste tester for water since the very day she fell out of what she can only assume was some type of cryochamber.

“Why do you think he never thought to do this to me?”

He eyes her for a second, brow raised. They both step over some debris, worn shoes knocking small rocks out of the way as he speaks. “What? End the world?”

A cockroach skitters by and for a brief second they both watch it in concentrated silence. There’s a silent debate between them, eyes locked, on whether they should hunt it and kill. Five makes the first move of ignoring it and moving on. They have jars of food, and it’s not that big. Plus they don’t have the necessities to pickle it like they did in the past.

“No dumbo.-“ He glares at her, “-give me gloves, so I couldn’t harm anyone. He could have saved so much time and money and I could have been one of you guys! One of the umbrella academy, going on missions and having a real family.”

“What we had wasn’t exactly a proper family,” he starts. The girl sighs, thinking of what her family was. While his wasn’t normal either, it wasn’t as insane sounding as hers. “I’m guessing you can’t really make a toddler or even a young child keep the gloves on, no matter how much you stress the importance of them.”

“Then he should have just killed me when he adopted me.”

He stops all together which she doesn’t pick up at first, too busy surveying their surroundings for anything useful. So far it’s just more collapsed buildings and dust. Sometimes she thinks of the old westerns Thomas (her childhood companion) liked, and imagines a tumbleweed lightly dancing across the street ahead of them.

“You think so?” Finally, she turns, noticing the distance between them and the girl just shrugs. He eyes her, gaze critical. They’ve been at this whole apocalypse thing for a while now and a major part of staying alive has been having one another. Yes he has the motivation of seeing his family again to help keep him going, but it’s been her that’s helped keep him off that delicious looking precipice of madness.

“I do, if he couldn’t trust me to simply keep some gloves on then he should have killed me. Obviously I was too dangerous for the world, and yet he wouldn’t just do the one thing that was probably best for everyone involved. I mean do you think he adopted me, realized my power and just shoved me in the bunker? Or do you think maybe he tried alternatives first?”

He rubs his face which is already smeared in dust and dirt, his hair is tangled and long and beyond greasy. She knows hers doesn’t look any better. It’s been a while since they’ve found anything sharp, the last sharp thing they had was a broken bottle that they used as a makeshift knife. It didn’t last long.

“I think despite his cold nature, killing a baby was too heartless of a task even for the old man.” He finally walks again, stopping at her side. Neither move, simply staring at one another. “I don’t know why he kept you in there, maybe we can figure that out when we get back.”

Despite his insistence of them returning, she finds herself hardly believing it. She’s never told him how she doubts him, worried it will cause a rift between the two. The idea of rocking the delicate balance between them has always been at the back of her mind. Sometimes she wakes in the middle of the night from a horrible dream of him abandoning her, claiming she’s too much of a liability or something.

“You have caused quite the mess.”

It loops in her brain like clockwork, constantly there to remind her of the life she once lived. Even if they were robots, she killed the only two companions she ever had, and she wonders if Five has ever judged her for it.

“Yeah,” she says in a slightly dejected, half-hearted tone. “Maybe.”

Around her twenties, something happens. She’s not quite sure how or why, but she stops aging. Five continues to age as time drags on and she stays relatively the same. They theorize that it must be because of her whole ‘not dying’ shtick which then just springs forth a new panic inside her. She’s always worried about Five somehow dying but now no matter what she’ll end up alone. Because even if she wraps him in bubble wrap and always takes good care of him, he will die and she won’t. There is no old age for her and there most likely never will be. She can do everything in her power to keep him alive but one day he will die, and she will be eternally alone in this fiery hellscape. It’s befitting, she guesses, due to his nickname for her being Death.

Death will be stuck in hell completely by herself because death always takes from others so why should it be given something in return. Why should it have companionship or a happy ending of some sort?

They’ve grown closer recently, it’s odd and comforting all at once. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that they’ve managed to make a somewhat stable makeshift shelter. They’ve spent two and a half years there and just recently have come across a small packet of potato seeds. There’s little hope anything will grow but that small piece of happiness has caused them both to briefly stop thinking of what needs to be done next to keep from dying.

They’re thirties now, or well she’s still physically twenty, and have recently been reading together at night. They huddle by their fire as the autumn chill sets in, and he reads a few passages before the flames die down. Shoulders bump and sometimes their heads lean against one another. He’s grown to be handsome in her eyes, and she wonders if she’d still think that if others were around.

One day, after the embers dwindle and a cold breeze drifts through the cracks within their makeshift home, something odd occurs. Within the darkness she makes out his eyes still open as they huddle together, surveying her features. When they make eye contact he clears his throat and shifts to look at the metal sheet ceiling they’ve concocted.

“What is it?” Death whispers. It’s not great to be loud at night, as time went on the rats got bigger and as did the roaches. They’ve become a sort of predator for them and while both are excellent fighters neither wants to deal with some sort of altercation this late at night.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he coldly responds. Ahh, so she gets to deal with defensive Five. The one who deflects and tries to turn it around on her. It’s funny and kinda cute that despite all the years that they’ve spent together, he still thinks he can lie to her.

“You were staring at me,” she turns to her side to face him, trying and failing to hide a smirk. Her hands are flat underneath her head to act as a cushion against the flattened pillow she’s been using for the last six years.

“You have dirt on your face.”

“I always have dirt on my face-“

“Yeah well,” he drawls, “you have more than usual.”

In a flash she turns to the other side, hand digging into the dirt nearby and smears it across his face. His mouth is gapping open, and she can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out. He clamps a hand over her mouth and for a moment, they stare into each other's eyes in silence as they wait to hear for any nearby creatures. His eyes are wide with anger and his grip against her mouth is rough, but she’s not scared. She could never be scared of him.

They stay like that even once it’s clear they aren’t in danger. His grip on her mouth softens slightly but neither diverts their gaze. It almost feels like a contest on who can wimp out first.

“You have beautiful eyes,” he mutters, his voice so soft it’s almost lost to the howling wind. “That’s what I was looking at.”

Deaths mouth drops open as his hand falls away.

“Oh.”

Her bravado is lost, and she feels something tighten within her chest. Her heart is beating rapidly, like whenever they're in danger, but they aren’t. She vaguely remembers watching heroines in romance movies describe this type of thing, this sort of rattling within her abdomen and sudden clamminess of the palms.

“And your lips,” he starts-

“What about them?” She whispers, far too nervous to let him continue without responding first.

“They suit your face perfectly.” His thumb comes to rest on her lower lip, and he slightly pulls at it. The woman’s breath hitches and unconsciously scoots closer to him. Their chests are touching as they lay on their sides, due to the closeness her hand comes to rest on the forearm of the hand that’s now moving to gently cradle her face.

“And I can’t stop thinking about them. Even when we’re in danger, I’m not focusing on the task at hand because all I can think about is your lips.”

She surges forward, closing the gap between them and pressing her lips against his own. He tastes of dirt and the saltiness of his sweat, but she doesn’t mind, she’s sure she tastes the same. It’s awkward and their teeth clash against one another, saliva dribbling down their chins and their touching each other everywhere they can think of. It’s messy and not romantic at all, holding this sense of life ending urgency. Like if she doesn’t kiss him until she can’t breathe then she’ll finally experience true mortality.

Eventually they reluctantly pull apart, both gasping for breath as their noses bump against one another. He’s still cradling her face and her grip on his forearm is bruising, as if worried he might pull away with regret.

“Esattamente come immaginavo” he whispers. She can’t help the smile that breaks out across her lips, nor the happy little sigh that escapes her. She kisses him again, and again and again. He indulges each one.

She breathes the words against his lips, his fingers now gripping her hip to hold her close. It’s hard to concentrate with his thigh pressed against her. “Come lo hai immaginato?” She finally breathes out.

“Perfetto.”

More years pass, that same shelter still works as their home, even if it is quite rickety. There’s a makeshift shelf lined with pickled roaches or rats and there’s new support poles throughout. With Fives age she does most of the intensive work now, which he hates and there’s always an argument about it. They are as close as can be though, despite everything and despite the wrinkles littering his face or the slight graying of his hair. She loves him, and he loves her in their own twisted little way.

One day someone appears and breaks their routine. A woman who goes by the title of “The Handler,” explains the commission to them and its mission. Then she pitches a cushy contract to them and while Five hymns and haws over it, Death is about ready to sign on the dotted line. It’s not that she doesn’t understand the risks or thinks it’ll be enjoyable, but it’s out of this apocalyptic wasteland, and it gives Five a chance to live longer. If they get out of here they can retire in their original timeline and get the medical care he may need in his old age.

Eventually, he concedes, and they leave behind what they’ve known as home for more than half their lives. It’s weird, being part of society again. At least for Five. Death was never fully part of society to begin with so it’s more of a whole panic inducing experience for her. They are given a small living space which consists of a queen bed and an en-suite bathroom. There’s a kitchenette against one wall with a small metal table that has two chairs pushed underneath it. Five says it looks like a motel straight outta the ‘50s. The Handler tells them that’s the current decade they are in.

Proper clothes and toiletries are given to them and the first time she showers since before her cryochamber is an experience. The hot water hits her back and seemingly melts her hair, turning it from a ratty mess to complete wetness that hangs down her back. The woman hasn’t had a hair cut since she was a child and as she climbs out of the shower she realizes how much hair she currently possesses. A towel is wrapped tightly around her when there’s a knock on the bathroom door, and she cautiously opens it to let Five in.

He whistles as he takes her in. Beads of water trail down her body and for once there’s not a speck of dirt on her. She spent forever scrubbing at every crevice and callous on her body, trying to rid herself of decades worth of dirt and survival. Her hands tightly grip the towel, afraid to be near him without her gloves. The commission took their old clothes away, claiming they were just trash now. She was promised new clothes and new gloves, but it hurt to part from the hole infested pair gifted to her by her partner.

“You look like a whole new woman,” he states. She looks down at her body, all skin, and bones from feasting on scraps for so long. She can’t hold back the chuckle that leaves her.

“I guess so,” she claims. He’s clean now too, even his beard is gone and all that’s left is a mustache. She’s shocked, he’s had one for so long. They’d try to cut it whenever they could to keep him cleanly but even then it’s not like they could do much. She grabs a pair of scissors from the counter and carefully hands them to him, holding her breath as she watches him take them from her. “Will you cut my hair?”

Five is shocked, it seems the idea of her cutting her long mane never crossed his mind. But if they are going to be assassins then she needs to be practical and there’s no need for such excessive amounts of hair now that they have access to proper scissors. It’s quiet as he cuts, there’s the faint sound of some old song playing in the background, most likely from the little radio on their dresser. She can hear the snip of the metal each time he cuts away a chunk of her past, the weight slowly lessening. It’s symbolic in a way, as if it’s him shutting the door on that part of their life.

Time drones on, many songs pass and neither of them speak. Eventually he turns her to him, careful to keep her away from the mirror. She watches him with bated breath, realizing now that maybe he won’t like her with shorter hair. It never crossed her mind, it’s only ever been them so the idea that he may suddenly lose interest just seemed… impossible.

He snips at a few strands close to her face, her initial reaction being to jerk away which he just tuts at her for. Finally, she stays still, and he finishes his work with a few more snips. After slowly setting the scissors down he takes her in, a smile slowly creeping into his thinning lips. “Bellísimo“ he whispers.

He always flirts with her in Italian, it causes her to flush. With all the dirt gone and the lights of the bathroom shining down on her, only a towel covering her naked frame, she suddenly feels insecure. She’s never felt that around him, never felt the need really. It was never about being pretty, there wasn’t time for pretty. But now there sort of is and there are the resources for it too.

He turns her to the mirror and the woman before her isn’t apocalyptic Death. This is the new her, fresh into society and ready to kill anyone necessary for her. She hopes that she comes to like who she sees in the mirror, or at least recognize her. Right now it seems like a hollowed out stranger with bags under her eyes and a bony form. But she will admit, Five is a good hairdresser.

The commission is smart, that she will give them. They hardly ever assign her and Five on missions together. They become ships passing in the night, barely seeing one another for an hour or so at a time before they are rushing off in a new mission, after a new target. Furthermore, they give her new silky black gloves and The Handler has dubbed her “The Belladonna” because she’s stealthy like a poison and quick like one too. Efficient and always out of sight. She loses count of the people she’s killed, at this point it’s instinctual to take off her gloves and just touch whenever need be. The horror of watching someone drop-dead mere moments later soon wears off, and instead she’s left feeling emptier each time.

Five has always been trying to figure out how to get home, but now with the technology of the commission he’s really started cracking down on it. She tries to help when she can, offering insight and even solving one of the various problems. It’s late one night, a rare one where they are both in their room together.

He’s got a drink in his hand, and she’s in one of his shirts with her gloves on. They’ve got papers scattered across the floor with various formulas and her brain hurts from all this thinking. She just got back from a mission, having successfully killed eight people who were at risk of disrupting the timeline. It was easy until the end, one slipped away and a chase began. She eventually got him but had to pull her gun on him which has always been her least favorite way to do it. It’s not like she’s bad at it, quite the contrary, but it’s messy. It’s brutal and suddenly it seems more impactful. With a simple touch they choke and freeze, then fall to the ground and boom! Dead. With a gun there’s a struggle and so much blood, there’s gasping and wheezing and pleads for a second chance. She feels less human every time she pulls the trigger.

“What about your age?” She randomly asks. He’s sat on the edge of the bed and her question has his gaze whipping away from the papers to her pacing form. “I mean, if we can travel to the correct time to fix the apocalypse from happening then maybe we can do something about your age.”

“What’s wrong with my age?” a white brow is raised and she sighs. She’s never really voiced her fear to him, worried he might end up becoming offended. In all honesty old age suits him, he’s always acted like an old man. Crotchety, opinionated with sarcasm dripping from his tone. He’s the kind who’d probably sit on his porch and yell at kids to get off his lawn.

Death walks over to him, her hands coming to rest on his shoulders. They lock eyes, and she knows it’s time to finally tell him. “You’ll die in a couple of decades, and I’ll most likely still be a twenty-something year old woman. If we manage to get back to your family's timeline and retire then… Shouldn’t we be given the chance at a proper life together?”

“What like kids and a house? I didn’t peg you for the whole suburban life.”

She scoffs, eyes practically rolling into the back of her head. “No, I’m not talking about the whole white picket fence shebang.”

“I’m talking about us building a home together, finding a place with big windows in the living room that we’ll place two armchairs by so we can read in the sunlight. We’ll buy enough books to fill up a whole wall with them and a bar cart with your favorite spirits always stocked up.”

“We’ll get serious business-esque jobs and on the weekends we’ll lay in bed for an extra hour, cuddling or making love. You’ll get more time with not only me but your whole family too. Don’t you want that?”

It’s quiet for far too long as he contemplates her words, his eyes scanning over her features before looking at the mess of papers behind her. She can tell he’s doing the logistics in his head, weighing the pros and cons. His hands rest on her hips, and she gently straddles his lap, her arms linking around his neck to keep him close.

“It’ll complicate the formula even more,” he softly observes. “We’re so close to finishing this. I can tell.”

Her hands slide up to cup the back of his head. She can’t help but frown as he lets her down, her heart squeezing as she thinks of what’s down the road. “Please, we’re both smart, and can easily figure it out. It’s just a couple extra numbe-“

“Death-“

“Please,” she practically begs, her hands tangling in his hair and slightly tugging. “I can’t go live a normal life if you aren’t part of it.”

“I miss them, they’re my family, and they need me.”

She’s losing him, the wall is slowly going up, and she’s desperately trying to jump over it before the finality sets in. “What about me, don’t I need you too? Don’t we need each other I mean we survived the apocalypse together for fuck's sake!”

“And I spent the entire time thinking about getting back to them. Surviving for them.”

He doesn’t mean too, she knows that deep down, but his words cut her deeply. A wound on her barely beating heart is forming, and he’s just staring at her with a hardened expression.

Her eyes well with unshed tears, voice quivering as she speaks. “What about me, about us? Didn’t you survive for me too?”

It’s silent for two beats, then three and then four. They just stare at each other waiting for one to relent. Both of them are so stubborn and so set in their plan. She knows this is a pipe dream, but she was still holding out hope until this very moment. He thickly swallows and she just knows.

The wall is fully between them now. She couldn’t make the jump. His mind is made up, and she’s scared to hear what he’ll say. “I think I should go alone. There are less numbers if it’s just me.”

And that scratch, that wound, only deepens. It’s a crater now, and she fears there’s very little of her heart left functioning. She’s died a million times, been stabbed in every place imaginable, contracted various deadly illnesses, died from fire and hypothermia and yet now, this hurts far more than all of those combined. She climbs off of him like his touch is hurting her and aggressively wipes at her eyes.

“I didn’t realize I was hindering you so much-“

“I didn’t say that. I’m just sa-“

“I heard you loud and clear. If my presence is such a bother then I think I’ll request a different room.” She pulls on a pair of pants and quickly slips her feet into a pair of slippers. He just watches her too, doesn’t jump up to stop her. All this time she’s worried about what would happen if she voiced her thoughts, and it turns out her fears were warranted. All it took was her asking for something for once, begging for something even, for him to shut her out.

Five is selfish and cold-hearted, and he doesn’t love her like she loves him. He’s a man obsessed with one mission only, and she bets he won’t even like his family once he gets there. He just wants to be some kind of hero to them, to prove to himself that he can be the savior. To make up for his absence all those years.

With the click of the door, she severs the only love she’s ever known and changes the course of her life.

#the umbrella academy #TUH #reginald hargreeves #The Handler #lila pitts #max hargreeves #five hargreeves #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you

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lonelierthanu · 8 months ago

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Penmanship

Satoru Gojo x Gender-neutral Reader

series: incomplete

words: 3.4k

warnings: mentions of smoking; funny; meet-ugly; no mentioned female or male anatomy; no spoilers; no curses; slow build; slow to update; college au

summary: you decided you never want to see this man again and fuck the pen altogether. Well, life has other plans.

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4 part 5 …+

Your coffee splashed dramatically against the concrete wall you tossed it at. You’re pissed, to say the least, and the sugarless coffee —that you asked for extra sugar for— was your tipping point.

You were behind some bleachers that laid against the wall outside the dining hall. You’re not sure why these bleachers are here? They seem old and were probably here way before the school was renovated and they put in a huge football field across campus. The school is old so you wouldn’t be surprised if they just left it here. But right now you’re grateful they did because you’re knee deep in a tantrum, if one wants to consider it one, and this is your only sanctuary at the moment.

“Was that necessary?” Aoi asks you, after he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“I thought you said you were going to quit?” Rikki asks from beside him.

“And I thought you said you would never date Tenji,” he mumbles under his breath as he takes another drag and doesn’t bother blowing away from her direction, a courtesy he would have usually given. Rikki scowls at the side of his face.

“We’re not dating.”

“The pictures on his instagram say something different,” Aoi takes another drag.

“I was… drunk…” Rikki crosses her arms as she kicks a rock towards your direction. It lands back in its spot after bouncing off your shoe. It startled her attention towards you, like she suddenly remembered you were there.

You roll your eyes at both of them and lean against the opposite wall from them. Since you’ve known them they’ve had a weird relationship. At least in your eyes. You’ve known them for a little longer than a year and they’ve had an on and off crush on each other since the three of you met. And the two sides have never been on the same page. One person has a crush on the other, then the other gets feelings when the other person loses feelings . It’s a weird dynamic that you wish they’d get over already.

But a part of you wants it to stay this way, so your friendship never changes. But you know that one day this weird game of tug of war will come to an end and it’ll either end in peace, or someone in the mud.

“To answer your question Aoi, yes. That was completely necessary,” You say to break the silence. Rikki jumps at the opportunity to change the subject and cut through the tension. She comes to lean next to you.

“What’s got your panties in a twist anyway?”

“Remember that creepster that thought I was hitting on him for a week?” Rikki tries to hold back her laugh. She fails. You had told her about what happened the next morning after the incident on Saturday. Despite her hangover she found the misunderstanding hilarious. Laughing while saying ‘oh my god, that is so something he would do!’ And you ended up filling Aoi in during one of your class periods you shared with him a couple hours ago.

“Yeah,” she answers, failing to hide her smile.

“Well my professor paired us up for a group project,” you cross your arms.

“At the end of the semester?” Aoi asks as he stomps on his cigarette to put it out, “How does she expect you to get a project done during the week of exams?”

“No, starting next semester is when we start the project. The worst part is, we’ll be working on it ‘till February,” You groaned into your hands, covering your face with them.

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad,” Rikki tries to console you by putting a hand on your shoulder. You put your hands down to glare at her.

“Don’t jinx me,” Rikki laughs at you. Aoi smirks, also finding this amusing. “And wipe that smug look off your face,” you point a finger directly in Aoi’s face. He pushes your hand out of the way and rolls his eyes at you, still smug.

You stuff your hands into your jacket pockets, trying to fight off the cold. You’re not looking forward to next semester, to say the least, and when you heard the devastating news of Creepster being your project partner you immediately started thinking of ways to get out of it.

Because since that Saturday you had heard no word of this man until that following Monday. He came in late, like usual, but before he showed up your professor had given the whole spiel about the details of the new project the class would be working on. Everyone picked their own partner but you since there was an odd number of students in the class. Then Creepster walked in.

She told him you’d be his partner and he turned his head to look at you while she vaguely explained the project to him. Your body turned cold when his smirk grew wider. Like he was looking forward to this. The professor dismissed him to his seat saying you could explain in more detail.

When he sat down he faced you, completely ignoring the rest of the professor’s lecture. He leaned his head on his hand, smirk still present on his face. You refused to look at him and continued looking forward.

“Hey partner,” you internally recoiled. He sensed your unease and with the new bout of knowledge that this guy thinks you have some sort of crush on him, or just wanna get in his pants, he probably took your unease for nervousness. The thought alone pissed you off.

He barely got two words out of you in that class, which was yesterday, and today was no better. Though somehow you ended up agreeing to go to his house (his real house) to outline and plan the beginning of the project to finish it faster after the break. It was his idea and it honestly shocked you to hear him suggest a genuine responsible plan. Not gonna lie, you definitely thought the word “ responsible “ didn’t exist within his vocabulary.

You only mildly cared about this idea. You mostly agreed to do so you can finally get that damn pen back before you go on break. You’ll be damned if you go home empty handed when you confidently told your niece you’d bring it back.

“So. What are you gonna do?” Aoi asks, putting his hands into his jacket pockets as well.

“Get my pen back,” you answer, then your phone rings before you can look at his confused expression. It’s your alarm to go to your last class. You leave them to ruminate in their awkward tension.

Creepster told you he’d pick you up after school to take you to his house. You were definitely uncomfortable with the idea of being alone in a car with this man, but you don’t have money for a ride right now, Rikki went to work today, and it beats walking an hour and a half to his place.

You waited at the school's gate for fifteen minutes and was about to text him when you remembered you don't have his number. But before you could stress over that fact, a shiny black Lexus pulled up in front of you. The driver window lowered revealing a strange man at the wheel. He said your name and asked if you were who you were. You didn’t answer at first but then Creepster moved into your line of vision in the passenger seat.

“Get in loser,” he laughed at his own reference, then smiled at you. You rolled your eyes and opened the door to the back seat.

The drive was fairly short, probably a little shorter than ten minutes, and the drive was not silent. But you were glad for that, because if it weren’t for the surprisingly good tunes being blasted through the speakers, you know your awkward uncomfortable air would have permeated through the windows for the other drivers on the road to feel. You’re also glad that you aren’t alone with this guy. That would have been a whole different situation for you.

When you pull up to his house you physically feel the hinges connecting your jaw to your skull unclick. You gawk at the state of his house while you pick your jaw up off the car floor.

His house is fucking huge.

And this is his actual house. You have half a mind to confirm that.

When you head inside you have to put in extra effort to keep your eyes from bulging out of their sockets. It’s just as beautiful on the inside as it is on the outside. The difference between this and the frat house is vast.

For starters, it’s furnished way better. Which makes you think he definitely didn’t do it himself. It’s clean, which you weren’t expecting, and it smells nice. Another thing you weren’t expecting but desperately hoping for.

“So, should we get started?” Creepster says from behind you. It startles you how close he is. You jump at least a foot away before turning to him.

“Yeah,” you say, calmer than your heart is beating. He guides you to his dining room where a large circular table resides next to a beautiful huge island with high bar stools tucked into it and a sink in the middle. The dining area is surrounded by windows, letting copious amounts of natural sunlight in. The room is brightly lit without any lights being on. It’s impressive. This is the type of room you’d save in a pinterest board.

He pulls out a chair for you to sit on, but the way he smiles at you after pisses you off so you sit in the chair next to it. He seems amused by this, and chuckles fondly.

“I’m gonna go grab my laptop, I'll be right back. Don’t go anywhere,” he jokes. You don’t laugh, but he walks away without seeing if you do or not. You see him walk through an alcove in the kitchen and go to the right. Once you know he’s gone you look more thoroughly at your surroundings. You see a set of grandiose stairs in the living room by the entry. And from where you’re seated you can see two halls up there and a third one could exist but it’s too high to tell. You already know you’d get lost trying to walk through here. Your family would have to send a search team to find you.

Your eyes shift over to see grand imposing glass doors that lead to a pool, there could be more land out there but you can’t tell from where you’re sitting. But from how huge the estate is from when you pulled up you already know the backyard is huge. You don’t see any other doors around besides the one in the kitchen, but you just assume that’s a broom closet or a bathroom or something.

Just from looking around you’ve lost a glimmer of hope of finding this pen. It’d be like trying to find a needle in a haystack. You’re already preparing the apology to your niece in your head.

“You want a tour?” You whip your head around to see Houdini putting his laptop and bag onto the table and pulling a chair out across from you.

“No,” you answer immediately because the thought of him knowing you’re impressed by his home makes you wanna scratch at your skin. But after a quick second you realize that that could’ve been your chance to find the pen. You curse at yourself. He sits down and opens his laptop. You take yours out from your bag and place it on the table as well.

You want to just open your mouth and ask for the pen again, but a part of you is scared he’ll think you're trying to hit on him again. You agreed to come to his house so that could definitely send the wrong message in this guy’s delusional brain.

“Can I get your notes on the project so far?” He asks without looking up from his laptop. You take your notebook out of your bag and slide it across the table. He shares a doc with you before opening it. So, he really is going to work on this project. A part of you thought this was another ruse to sleep with you. To say you’re relieved is an understatement.

The next half hour goes by with him asking you yes or no questions, finding resources to cite from, quotes, studies, creating the powerpoint and typing in each slide what each should consist of, and starting a rough draft for the essay you’re meant to write. Everything is going pretty smoothly and you’re proud of the progress you’ve made in such a short time. You’re also pleasantly surprised by Herc-Houdini’s work ethic. You’re starting to think he might not be that bad.

And honestly, when you think about the situation, you can kind of see how he misunderstood. It may seem a little absurd to you that asking for a pen correlates to ‘please sleep with me’, but if there are people doing weirder things to get him to sleep with them, then you kind of understand. You’re still not very keen on him though. His reputation and the crowd he’s associated with just puts you off.

Hercules groans loudly as he stretches his arms. The muscles in them tense and show off the gains he’s worked for. A small part of you thinks that he wore that shirt on purpose, but when he’s relaxed he looks as skinny and lanky as always.

I’ll be right back,” he tells you before getting up and heading for that same alcove, going to the left. You vaguely notice him going in a different direction than before and go back to doing your work. You almost jolt with the realization that you could look around and find the pen while he’s gone.

Frankly, this could be a terrible idea. You don’t know what he’s doing so he could be back any moment. You could say you were looking for a bathroom, but then you could’ve just asked when he got back. You’re already up and walking while thinking of the logistics of this plan. It’s stupid, you know, but what if you find the pen? It seems like a great risk to reward ratio to you.

Knowing Sherlock went to the left you check there first once you’ve met the alcove, then dash to the right and go through the first door you see. Unfortunately, you’re met with a bathroom so your excuse has now flown out the window. You could just play dumb.

Before you exit, you listen to the door, then slowly open it to peek outside. Still nothing, so you leave, closing the door behind you before going to the next one. You do this three more times. You were met with two closets and a study, that you did search just in case. When you see the end of the hall you start to feel disappointed, but then you realize there’s a sharp corner. When you turn it, you see a narrow set of stairs.

At this point, you know that you took entirely too long and that Houdini has most likely gone back to the table and realized you were gone. Taking these stairs will make your search even longer and there’s no plausible explanation you could give that’ll justify you snooping around this guy’s house.

You give yourself three seconds to think it over.

Fuck it.

You’re justifying the irrationality of your actions to yourself as you trudge up the stairs, also pretending that the consequences that will undoubtedly follow won’t be that bad. But really? What’s the worst that could happen? He bans you from his home? No biggie. If you find this pen, you don’t plan on coming back anyway.

Or maybe he’ll hate you and think you’re extremely unmannered. Fine by you, then the feeling of dislike will be mutual and he’ll finally leave you alone forever.

Or maybe he’ll lie to his “clique” that you’re a thief and only agreed to do a project with him so you could slither your way into his house and they all make fun of you for the duration of your college career which will then spiral into more awful rumors and you’ll be branded an outcast and be ridiculed so horrendously that not even your friends will want to be around you…

…Or maybe you’re overthinking it entirely and it’ll all be perfectly fine.

As you come to a stop at the top of the stairs you realize that there were three halls up here. You don’t dare check the view below in fear that Sherlock will see you. So, you creep along the wall that you hope isn’t in view from down stairs and bolt for the nearest hallway. Heart beat pumping a million beats per second.

You open the first door, a closet. A second door, a very small bedroom with nothing but a bed and a lonely side table. A third door, a much bigger room with a pretty sweet gaming setup, though it looks unfinished.

The end of the hall, a large room that’s akin to a master bedroom, a bathroom and balcony included. The room isn’t quite messy, but it does appear to be lived in. The bed unmade, a dresser drawer left open, a couple clothing items on the floor near the hamper, and miscellaneous items strewn about in flat surfaces.

A pair of huge, round, dark sunglasses sitting on top of the dresser tell you exactly whose room you’ve stumbled into.

Once you’ve realized, a moment of doubt passes through you. What if he finds you here? But as quickly as it came, it passed. You’ve made it this far unnoticed, what’s one more minute.

A quick glance tells you that the pen isn’t lying about so you begin your search. You only look in places it could possibly be and refrain from his dressers. You check random bags that were in his extraordinarily large walk-in closet. You check in hoodie and pants pockets even. You leave the closet with a fraction less of hope and check under his bed. Still Nothing. You have half a mind to check his dirty clothes but decide to check his bedside drawers before getting that desperate.

It’s when you’re about to wiggle yourself from under Houdini’s bed that you hear it.

“Has anyone ever told you it’s rude to snoop?”

You jolt so hard you hit your head on the bed frame while trying to frantically wiggle free. When you do, you're met with that same smirk. Like he’s amused to find you this way. He walks towards you from the door frame, you unconsciously backup and bump against the side table. He stops right in front of you and bends down slightly to tower over you, his face slightly shrouded in darkness.

“If you wanted a tour you could have just said so,” he drawls deeply, in a quiet tone that sends a shiver down your spine.

“No, I-“ he chuckles.

“You, what? hm?” he takes one of his hands out of his pockets to reveal your pen, “You we’re looking for this?” Your eyes widen for a fraction of a second before a glare marks its position on your face. Was he making fun of you?

“Give it to me,” you try to reach for it, but he effortlessly dodges out of the way. He patronizingly waves a finger at you.

“Ah, ah, ah,” he taunts, “I can’t just give it to you now,” irritation bubbles within you.

“And why the hell not?”

“Because. You pranced around my house uninvited and invaded my privacy,” You stand up, refusing to be looked down upon, even though standing up he’s still taller than you.

“So? Then what do you want?” He hums to your question and puts the end of the pen on his chin as he contemplates.

“How much are you willing to do for this pen?” You raise a judgmental eyebrow at him. “Of course nothing drastic,” he adds, “but how far are you willing to go?”

“Well, if i’m willing to stifle through a man’s house like some kind of thief then I guess you can gauge it yourself,” He smiles at that. He lowers his glasses and you see his crystal blue eyes in person for the first time. You’re almost enraptured by them until he opens his mouth.

“Date me.”

(･ω<)☆

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hedgehogsaretheultimatelifeform · 1 month ago

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Kinktober 2024 Day Two

Tentacles

Captain John Price/Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

“You broken?” Price asked as he closed the door behind him.

“I’m good.” Kyle was… could he say ‘sat’, when Kyle didn’t currently have legs?

He was overthinking it.

Kyle was sat on the bed against the far wall of the white, sterile examination room, holding up a finger as John opened his mouth again. “And don’t say, you don’t look good. Doc’s checked me out, and I’m fine.”

Price grumbled as Gaz called him out on his default response, which this time was warranted, because Kyle, objectively, did not look good. The entire lower half of his body had been replaced with a mass of purple tentacles. He couldn’t be further from being good. “They know how that stuff works yet?”

Kyle shrugged. “Some guesses. They won’t know for sure until they study the samples they took. I feel fine, John. It feels… normal, weirdly enough. Like, you don’t ever think about how your legs work, you know?”

John nodded. “Do they at least know that it’s not permanent?”

“Yeah. Kate’s been digging through the intel, and it turns out that the stuff was made specifically to perfect the temporary element of the transformation.” Kyle held up his phone. “She’s keeping me updated.”

“There was more than one version of this stuff?”

“Shouldn’t be anymore. Not since we busted up their labs.” Kyle adjusted himself on the bed, the tentacles rolling over each other, revealing the line of small, pale purple suckers running down the insides of them. John tried not to stare as he dragged a chair up next to the bed.

“I’m staying until this wears off.”

“Cap, you don’t have to do that. Couple of hours, I’ll turn right back into a good ol’ bipedal, tentacle free motherfucker. It’s all fine.”

“Even so…”

“Duty of care, sure. Nothing to do with the fact that you’re keen as hell to know how these things work.”

“Dunno what you’re on about.” John mumbled, hanging his head as he made like he was checking his phone.

“Right. That’s why you haven’t made eye contact with me since you’ve entered the room.” At Kyle’s admonishment, John’s head shot up to make eye contact with him, a scowl forming on his face as he realised that Kyle was right.

“You can’t take your eyes off them, can you?” Kyle continued. “There’s just something naturally tempting, alluring about them, that makes them irresistible. You just want to touch them at first, then you won’t be able to let go, you’ll want to hold it just a little bit longer… then…”

“Are you quoting the files Laswell set you?”

“Paraphrasing. Right though, aren’t I?” Gaz grinned, setting his phone aside and leaning towards John.

“Maybe.”

“Yes, or no, John. Science doesn’t work well with fence sitting answers.”

“You want to fuck me with a tentacle for science.” John swallowed as he realised just how appealing the idea sounded to him. He shifted his legs, hoping it wasn’t obvious that he was starting to get hard in his pants.

“I said nothing about fucking…” Kyle held his hands up. “Sounds like you’re volunteering to be fucked by a tentacle for science.”

“Just for science?” John slid up from his chair onto the edge of the bed, leaning closer to Kyle.

“You fucking sap.” Kyle beckoned him close, taking John’s face in his hands as he kissed him. John leaned forward, his hands landing on the tentacles as he tried to balance himself. Kyle groaned, and John shivered, pulling away from the kiss to look down at the tentacles as he felt them in his hands.

“Not what you were expecting?”

“No.” The tentacles were surprisingly soft. They were almost inviting to the touch, if it wasn’t for the muscular strength hiding just under the surface, evident as Kyle easily twisted it free to wrap it over John’s fingers. “I was expecting… slimy?”

“And you still wanted to fuck me? Flattering, that even thought to be covered in slime, I’m still fuckable.”

“Fucking hell.” John shook his head, rubbing his thumb over the coiled tentacle, catching against a sucker that shrank at his touch. As Kyle had predicted, he found that he was unable to just… let go. “How do you plan on fucking me? Hiding a tentacle dick somewhere?”

“No. Going to use one of these.” Kyle shifted the tentacles, sliding them out from underneath Price to around his hips, pulling him close. Price huffed when one he was holding was pulled away from his hand. “Were you not done playing?”

“Shut it.” Price warned, pushing his hands under Kyle’s shirt instead, trying to find the exact point where skin stopped being skin, and started being tentacle.

“You seem very keen on getting fucked, you sure there’s nothing else you want to do?” Kyle watched him, feeling John’s fingers massage along his skin, pushing the material of his shirt up to see how smoothly Gaz’s skin melded into the deep purple of his lower half.

“You- You’re enjoying this.”

“Yes.” Kyle sat up on his hands, using his tentacles to keep John secure in front of him so he could lean in close. “I’m having a lot of fun, in fact. Would you rather I was sitting here, moping, wanting to be fucked better?”

“That’s not what I said…”

“Thought it, though.” Kyle sat back, leaning against the bars of the bed, linking his fingers around the back of his neck.

“These things let you read minds or what?” Price ran his hands down from Kyle’s stomach to the tentacles, feeling over the ones wrapped over his thighs.

“Educated guess.” Kyle shook his head. “Bet I can make you cum without using my hands.”

“You’ve got eight extra fucking limbs, Kyle, that’s hardly a fair bet.”

“Sure. No one says you have to take it. And, it’s going to happen either way, right?”

“Fine. You win, you get…”

“Bragging rights.”

“Sure. You don’t, I get a picture of you like this.”

“You’re on.” In the unlikely event he lost, Kyle could weather one photograph. He pushed two tentacles up under John’s shirt, lifting it up over his stomach. “Take this off, won’t you?”

John pulled it off and tossed it aside, groaning as he felt the tentacles roll up over his bare skin, squeezing him tight as the others fiddled with his belt, trying to push his trousers down.

“Feels better with them against your skin, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah…” John trailed his hands over them, picking at where they tightened against his skin, the suckers pinching as they adhered, ready to hold John up while getting fucked. Kyle chuckled, and used another tentacle to pull John’s hands away, wrapping around his wrists to keep them in front of him.

“Hands to yourself, yeah? I got this.”

Price shuddered but relaxed, tilting head down to watch as the tentacles successfully pushed his pants open down over his hips, bunching them at his thighs. Kyle chuckled at John’s semi hard cock before wrapping a tentacle around it, and sending another scurrying towards his ass. John spread his thighs out as far as he could with his pants caught between them, and Kyle hurried to use two more to each wrap about on of John’s thighs, keeping him seated.

“You look good like this. Shame we’ll only get it the once.” Kyle murmured, more to himself than John, as he moved the final tentacle up John’s torso to his chin, pressing the tip at his lips. “Say ‘ah…’”

Kyle was struggling to keep it together, despite his confidence. His head was fuzzy with how many sensations that were filling it, with so many tentacles to keep track of. It was a lot more than hands and a dick. He dug his nails into the back of his neck, trying to focus around the heat of John’s mouth as the tentacle slid inside across John’s tongue, stilling immediately as John pressed his tongue back against it, trying to rub against it as best he could, making Kyle groan.

He shook his head and tightened the grip on John’s hands as he started pulling them free. Kyle frowning and squeezed the tentacles around John’s ribs, which made him groan and go limp, staying still for a minute so Kyle could collect himself.

He took a deep breath and glanced down to look at John’s cock.

The tip was poking out of the undulating coil, leaking out onto it, dripping to his thighs below. Kyle swallowed and watched carefully, smiling as it jerked up when he pressed the tentacle against John’s ass hole.

John groaned, muffled by the tentacle curling up in his mouth, thighs tensing as Kyle kept his touches teasingly light while working the muscle open, gently hushing John until he relaxed, and Kyle could finally get to the hitherto unexplored realms of biological transformation sex by having him fuck John with a tentacle.

John shivered again as he shifted up as the tentacle pushed inside him, quickly trying to rock his hips to fuck himself on the tentacle, as if he could sense how many sensations Kyle was juggling, and wanted to help, before Kyle started moving the tentacle himself. John stilled, returning to a state of limp pleasure while being held up by the tentacles, trying to find some kind grounding sensation by sucking the tentacle crammed inside his mouth, as he tried to not think about how utterly debauched he must look.

John was close to being overwhelmed. He was being filled and touched in so many places, held upright by Kyle while he worked John’s cock, wrapping it inside warm muscle that squeezed it in time with every slow thrust by the tentacle in his ass. He didn’t know how he hadn’t cum yet. Instead, the pleasure just kept building up and up and up until he couldn’t hold himself up anymore, entirely at the mercy of Kyle.

John managed to crack his eyes open just in time to see Kyle grin, before the tentacle inside his ass went from slowly thrusting in and out, to curling up like a finger bent at the knuckle, and pressing against his prostrate.

John’s wail was pushed back down his throat by the tentacle as his entire body clenched up at once. He could have sworn he was crying, as the tentacle in his mouth pushed too deep and he choked, and fell forward onto Kyle’s chest.

Kyle swore and quickly withdrew the tentacle from John’s mouth, grabbing his face in his hands and pulling it up to his, brushing John’s tears away as his eyes scanning his face, his urgency speeding up the pace at which John was still simultaneously getting fucked and jerked off.

“Fuck, I’m sorry… C’mere.” Kyle cupped John’s jaw and kissed him, wrapping his arms around John’s shoulders as John shook, fucking his hips away from and yet still into the tentacles, as they slowly came to a stop.

“Fuck… You okay?” Kyle lay John on his chest, tilting his head up so he could gaze down at him.

“Yeah.” John pushed to sit up a little as Kyle let go of his hands, grabbing Kyle’s chin. “Very good. You owe me a picture.”

“Oh, for fucks sake, that doesn’t count…” Kyle groaned, shaking his head as the cognisance snapped back into John’s eyes.

“You said, no hands.” John reached up to lay his hand on Kyle’s arm, still wrapped around his shoulders.

“You- fucking, fine. Can’t blame me though. You’re cute when you fall all over me like that.” He relaxed the tentacles, pulling them away from John to use them to roll the pair of them onto their sides. “Go ahead and take it.”

“Hmm. In a minute.” John ran his hand down to grab a tentacle again, feeling the one that was wet with his saliva. “Want to hold these a little longer first.”

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staybabblingbaby · 21 days ago

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Soulmate Garden AU Ch.4 (Lewisia) a2d3 Addition Post (+1,308 words)

[Caution: These are not full fics, or even full parts of fics for some, these are part of my writing progress archive!]

Concept: Growing up, you knew Soulmates weren't all that they cracked up to be. So when, on your 18th birthday, your skin is painted with a garden of flower buds, you resolve to hide it from everyone. Who had ever heard of someone with 8 soulmates, anyway?

Or; Reader has 8 soulmates and no issue avoiding all of them. It's up to SKZ to show her that while every soulbond might not be made of fairy tales, theirs certainly could be.

Word Count: 2,866

TO THE UNAWARE: THIS IS A PROGRESS UPDATE OF A CHAPTER NOT REMOTELY CLOSE TO DONE! PLEASE DON'T EXPECT A FULL OR POLISHED PRODUCT HERE

Notes: The first addition post in the history of the archive! Huzzah! This chapter just keeps growing, I was expecting this to be shorter than Lino's chapter, but I think it's gonna be quite a bit longer. Some genuine editing notes - I think the transition into the flashback is a bit awkward and I would like to smooth out the whole morning sequence. I'm not even 100% sure what that vibe is and it shows. I also don't like the complete change in Reader's mood while she's talking to Jake, so I either have to make her morning more lighthearted or show her shoving her feelings down somehow. I genuinely operate like this, just code switching between private emotions and public face, so idk. What do y'all think? Is it was weird and jarring as I think it is? I also need to find a place to mention that this Stray Kid (dunno if I've mentioned who it is yet - obscuring just in case some of you haven't gotten it yet) is wearing a mask. I completely forgot to, but it's important for later. At a point in this one where I think I need another pair of eyes. Writing by yourself is hard :c

Dividers by @saradika

Warnings: She/Her Reader, Flashback (yelling), pls lmk if this needs smthn more specific

Leave me comments or questions or anything! Love hearing from folks <3

Masterlist <3 | Main Part (Unfinished </3)

The next morning marks a return to routine.

You roll out of bed half awake, sleep-mused and ready for murder. Your mood isn’t improved by the way you’d gone to bed - still in your work clothes with day-after mascara gluing your eyelids together.

A quick stop by the restroom to strip and scrub your face is a necessity, otherwise you’re liable to just crawl back into bed and rot there. You brush your teeth while you’re there, doing your best to ignore the remaining traces of grey streaks down your cheeks where your eyeliner hadn’t been as water-proof as advertised.

You don’t even know why you’d cried. After all, it’s not like you were the one rejected by your soulmate for no reason.

You do your best to shake off the maudlin feeling of the morning, ambling your way into the kitchen. As tired as you are, you still spot your twenty on the counter where you’d left it. You press your lips together to stop the bottom one from trembling and open the fridge. There’s a plate of eggs, fruit, and toast inside.

Taylor, freak of nature that he is, has been up for hours already, you know. He’d probably been up and out the door before the sun had even thought about rising. Weirdo.

your roommate is well aware of how non-functional you can be in the morning, so it’s not unusual of him to leave you leftovers when he makes breakfast. The little note on top isn’t new either, usually a reminder, grocery list, or a little encouragement for your day. The whole thing makes you smile, usually.

Today that little note makes your eyes prick with a new wave of tears.

‘Give yourself a chance. Bet’s still on <3’

You very deliberately do NOT cry, though it’s a near thing. You’d done enough crying last night. But if you sniffle a bit into your eggs, well. That’s for you to know, isn’t it?

You leave the money where it is.

It’s a Tuesday, so after breakfast you drag yourself back to your room to throw on your largest, rattiest, t-shirt and a pair of leggings to head to the gym.

You can’t help it when eyes catch on the newly-bloomed marks on your skin as you strip away your sleepwear. You take a moment to wonder why looking at your mark, a daily ritual you’ve kept for years, feels odd to you.

It occurs to you, only after several long seconds of staring blankly at your stomach, that you hadn’t taken the time to look at your mark at all since since you’d met your first soulmate. Things have been... hectic, to say the least.

It’s no wonder looking at it feels weird. It might as well be a whole new mark, for all the changes that have happened since you last saw it.

You decide, in the name of returning to your routine for good, that you can’t skip even this tiny part of your daily rituals.

You shuffle over to your closet, swinging open the door to reveal the full-length mirror hanging on the other side. You don’t bother with your usual rounds of self-depreciation or daily affirmations. Instead, you find your eyes glued to droopy purple petals and blankets of white stars across your abdomen.

The names of the flowers come to mind with ease as you trace gentle fingers over echoes of delicate petals. ‘Bellflowers’ You recite to yourself, drawing your finger up thin stalks and back down dipped heads. ‘Edelweiss’ you muse, lightly tapping each fuzzy white star.

The knowledge comes easily to you, not from any cosmic force, but because of course it does. Your sister hadn’t been wrong when she’d said that asking a person’s favorite flower had been basically an obsession of yours.

The habit had started well before you’d gotten your mark. Before you’d even properly known what soulmates were, really.

Gardening with your mother had started as a way for her to drag you out of the house to get some sun while keeping an easy eye on you. Before your sister was born you’d spent many a joyous afternoon learning to work the soil beside your mother.

After the advent of your favorite gremlin, you’d spent those afternoons tending to the family garden alone.

You remember being grateful to the newborn back then. Those solitary afternoons were some of the most peaceful in your memory.

At some point the ‘family garden’ had become more ‘your garden’. Your mother wouldn’t even bother to plan it out with you by your sister’s toddler years. She’d drive you to the store, hand you a bit of cash, and leave it all in your tiny hands.

You’d spend hours researching the best ways to nurture your plants. What flowers liked being planted together, which ones should be separated. You learned about soil types and the nutrients found in them. You learned about ph. values, how to measure them, and why they mattered. Anything to have your garden thriving more brightly, more beautifully, for longer.

If you weren’t in the garden you were in the library by your house, nose buried in a gardening book.

You vividly remember the day it all went wrong.

It hadn’t even been that dramatic, as you recall. At least, not in terms of your parent’s usual fights. It was heartbreak- despair- that marked the day, instead of fear.

You’d been digging up weeds, clawing up deep roots with your gloved hands and a trowel, when your father had come storming outside. You don’t even remember what he’d said. Something about you always taking your mother’s side because of your shared hobby, you think.

Never mind that the woman hadn’t put so much as a toenail to the dirt since your sister had been born.

He hadn’t let up for quite a while, if memory serves. Stood there yelling at you in your safe space for close to an hour. Maybe two, but your child-brain couldn’t be trusted with the time. It might have just been minutes, now that you think about it.

Nonetheless, he’d yelled and yelled and yelled. He hadn’t trampled on or broken anything, hadn’t even made sense. And yet, when he’d finally left, everything was different.

The blooms you’d worked so hard to nurture were no longer beautiful, and the soil you’d once called home was no longer safe.

You hadn’t tended another garden after that season. You’d seen your plants to winter, and you’d let go. You’d turned away from the sun and soil and leaned into your books and silly questions to fill the hole left behind.

You’re sure you left claw marks in the dirt.

Something like a gentle humming fills your soul, and you notice how tightly you're clutching the garden around your waist. You gingerly pry your hands away and study the crescent moons you’ve left behind, soft skin indented where petals should have ripped.

You wonder if you’ll leave claw-marks in this garden too.

You tear your eyes away from the mirror, ignoring the gentle tingling up your side where your fingers had dug in. You quickly toss on a camisole, forgoing your usual privacy wraps, and your t-shirt over that.

There was nothing for emptying your mind quite like running yourself into the ground at the gym. With full awareness that you’re going to regret your gym session later, you flee your apartment.

Maybe jogging all the way to gym wasn’t such a great idea. It’d sounded fantastic at the time, a head start on your cardio and a way to remove yourself from your negative headspace before you tried to toss around weights you barely knew how to use.

It had sort of worked, but now you hadn’t even entered the building and you were already a sweaty, panting, mess.

After guzzling down half of your water bottle you enter the building, resignation in your heart. Cardio wasn’t even your focus today.

The automatic doors slide open with their usual swish, and you’re greeted by the familiar stale smell all gyms seem to share, no matter how clean. It’s comforting, even if you do wish you could go home already.

There’s someone already at the receptionist’s desk when you approach, talking in slow and measured English. You try not to be annoyed with the tiny delay, but your mood really hadn’t been helped by running from your thoughts, no matter what you’d hoped.

Alas, you’ve ventured into the public and so you’ve encountered a member of the public. Shocker. You cross your arms and bite back irritation that this complete stranger hadn’t done anything to earn.

Luckily enough, the low and measured cadence of the stranger’s voice is soothing enough to zone out to. Unfortunately, your latest obstacle is the only thing around to rest your eyes on, and so you find yourself studying his form.

His back is broad and built, huge biceps on display in a tight fitting black t-shirt. You kinda wanna squish them.

A vivid tattoo sleeve runs all the way down to his wrist, and you find your stare glued to it. Large boldly colored flowers take up the majority of the space, vague outlines of crashing waves and rolling mists fills in the rest in a luxurious combination of oriental art styles.

You can’t help but think it doesn’t look finished.

Dragging your eyes away from such beautiful ink is quite a task, but you don’t want to seem judgmental for your admiration. That arduous labor is made infinitely easier by how fine the man himself is.

You really can’t help the way your eyes trace up and down his form. It should be impossible, you think, to somehow bulk up in only the right places, but by Jove his man has done it. You’re quite jealous, honestly.

Your eyes come to a rest on the stranger’s backside. Quite jealous, indeed.

You try to shake yourself from your admiration, reminding yourself that there were very many well-muscled men in this place and that you’d always endeavored to keep a polite line-of-sight, even when they don’t. It hadn’t even been a hard ask, until now. You drag your gaze back up to the back of his head.

You’d be polite if it killed you. Even if neither the stranger or the scrawny receptionist had noticed your wandering gaze.

Especially then.

While you were.... distracted... the man’s conversation with the receptionist seemed to be going a whole lot of nowhere. From what you can gather, he’s looking for a short-term membership, and the receptionist is trying to tell him they don’t do that.

You know this to be true, even the trial period was an entire month. You’d specifically chosen this gym for that reason. If you hadn’t been able to stick it out for a month, you know you’d have never used the place enough to justify a membership.

Your sympathies to this stranger, it seems he really just needs a little less than a week. You know there are some no-commitment type places not too far though, so you wonder why he’s stuck on this place.

Their back and forth goes a while longer, but it’s evident that the beautifully-built stranger can’t really argue his case properly. Whether because of the obvious language barrier he’s working with, or because he’s run out of arguments, you can’t be sure.

Eventually he steps to the side to make a call, and you’re able to approach the counter.

The receptionist (you think his name is Jake. The owner’s nephew, if you recall correctly) looks relieved to see you after whatver hassling the stranger had given him. He lazily waves the clipboard and it’s sign-in sheet at you in greeting. You take the clipboard, trading him your membership card and driver’s license for it, and turn to prop your knee up on the counter to balance it while you write. Incidentally, your choice of position keeps the stranger in your line of sight.

You magnanimously ignore Jake’s gaze wandering to your chest, if only because you’re still looking not-so-respectfully at the tattooed stranger a few feet away.

“So what was that all about?” You ask him as you hand back the clipboard. He shrugs at you as he types a second longer.

“Some big-shot who needs a security detail,” He answers, unimpressed, “Says this is the only gym in, like, five miles of his hotel that he doesn’t need an entourage to go to.”

You hum your understanding, now trying to place if the handsome stranger was someone you knew of.

Such situations weren’t uncommon for this gym. Celebrities that actually lived in LA weren’t spotted here very often but, since it was settled very close to quite a few high-security luxury hotels, the building saw it’s fair share of famous faces.

Security was kept quite tightly, and a certain code of conduct was expected amongst the gym’s members. It was another justification for the long trial period, wherein one could only access the front room with the basic weights and machines. All the fancy stuff (including a pool, rock wall, dance studio, and all sorts) was in the back.

It was also another reason you yourself were a patron here. The high security and strict standards made for a quiet and comfortable atmosphere.

At least, as long as you ignored the judgmental stares.

“What’s the issue, then?” You question Jake, “Doesn’t the owner make exceptions for high-profile clients?” You phrase it as a question, but you know he does. The unfamiliar faces that pop up for a few days every now and then wouldn’t show up otherwise.

Jake just sighs like he’s had this conversation a thousand times. Considering the celebrity (?) waving his hands around as he spoke rapidly into his phone not far away, maybe he had.

“He does, but he’s out of town and no one else can adjust the contracts.” He eventually explains. He finally hands you your stuff back, and you hum consideringly as you put the cards back in your wallet.

Another glance at the furrowed brows on the stranger’s masked face has pity welling up your throat.

You turn your gaze to focus on Jake.

“Do I still have that visitor pass?” You ask him, knowing that he still has your details up. Jake glances at you with a raised eyebrow, but obligingly checks the computer.

“Yup,” He confirms, “You’ve been paying for it since you dragged your poor roommate in here that one time. Why?”

“Can he use it?” you nod your head to the frustrated stranger. From where you’re sat, still perched on the edge of the desk, it looks oddly like he’s begging whoever’s on the other line.

Jake levels you with his most deadpan stare. It’s quite a good one, completely unimpressed. You think it must be something about customer service that allows him to make that face. Or maybe it’s just you.

“You realize that your visitor pass is you vouching for your visitor’s character, right?” He reminds you, “If he does anything, breaks anything, pisses off the wrong lifeguard it’ll be on your head.”

You just shrug. It’s not like you couldn’t find a new gym if you had to. You’d miss this one, with it’s quiet atmosphere and abundant amenities, but you didn’t require it’s security and discretion like some of the other clients did.

“I’ve got a good feeling about it.” Is all you tell Jake. It’s not even a lie.

The poor boy just rolls his eyes at you. He still turns to rifle through the desk for the right form for you to fill out though, so you’ll take it.

“You a fan of his or something?” Jake asks as he hands you a different clipboard.

“Nope!” You answer cheerfully, starting to fill out the form, “No idea who he is.”

Jakes huffs an incredulous laugh, and turns a considering gaze on your new friend. And the stranger does have to be a friend now, because “some guy” is not an option on your paperwork.

“I bet he’s a wrestler,” he finally says after a long moment, “Or a sportswear model.”

You gently bop him on the head with your clipboard, “I refuse to participate in your speculation.” You admonish, ignoring his whining.

“I’ll show you his picture when you leave,” He smirks back, “and whatever google says about him.” He shrugs when you send him a cutting glare, “It’s not speculation then.”

“Respect your customer’s privacy, you weirdo.” You scold. He just laughs as you hand him the form, all filled out and just waiting for the stranger’s signature. You know full well that Jake will go through with it, regardless of what you say, so you give up easily.

He won’t get fired as long as you don’t blab outside of the gym. Privileges of nepotism. You exchange farewells as you hop off the counter, and he begins to wave over Mr. Celebrity. You meet the eyes of you on-paper friend and offer him a quick nod before you scuttle off deeper into the building.

Hopefully he’d be too grateful of your offer to find you terribly strange.

I could really use some feedback for this one, if y'all have the time. 人´∀｀) Especially regarding my dialogue and transitions. plsplspls I would be so grateful. My comments, dms, and ask box are all open

#skz x reader #stray kids fanfic #stray kids x reader #baby writes #skz fanfic #skz fic #w.i.p fic #w.i.p #SGAU #Soulmate Garden AU #Soulmate AU #skz soulmate au

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dominimoonbeam · 10 months ago

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The Adventures of Stardust and Cosmic. Script 4. Part 10 - 12

I was just working on this story and the update came out! Jouska really brings this script to life! Latest part. and the series!

Scripts below if you want to read them too. <3

The Adventures of Stardust and Cosmic. Script Part 4 (chapters 10-12)

By Domini Moonbeam

10.

[Cosmic waking up on the ship]

[disoriented] St-Stardust?

Are you okay?

[groans] How did you get me back on the ship?

Wait…How did we take off? I thought I locked you out of the controls.

Since when?

You sneaky shit… [sitting up, pained sounds]

Did you…patch me up? That’s not bad work.

No, I’m not thanking you, I’m just saying it’s not a bad patch job. Did they teach you how to close a bullet wound at the same school where you learned to hack ship controls?

…I can’t tell if you’re joking.

Whatever. [getting up] I’m still covered in paint… I’m gonna go clean up.

No, I’m not saying you should have given me a sponge bath. I’m just saying I’m going… [door whoosh, walking down the hall]

[Stardust following. Cosmic groans]

Yes, I’m still mad at you.

Yes, because of that! I can’t believe you put yourself between me and a gun. You could have died. Nothing is worth… [stops, groans] I don’t think this partnership is working.

[snaps] I said it’s not working, Stardust.

Yeah, we get along great, that’s the problem. You’re going to get me killed or I’m—[can’t say it]

Stop. I don’t… I don’t care about you. And if I did, I wouldn’t be hauling your ass toward danger, would I? What sort of asshole would that make me? What sort of person would that make me…

[deep breath] Okay. We’re only a week away from the goal. We’ll make it. We’ll get the loot, hopefully get your cousins off your tail, and then we’ll go our separate ways, just like I said. If it’s the sort of stash you think it is, it’ll be plenty for you to get your own jet and hightail it wherever you want to go.

That’s not funny. Knock it off.

No, you don’t.

No. I meant what I said, Stardust. You’re a bounty. I shouldn’t have let you think otherwise. This…you and me…that’s not a thing.

[sighs and repeats] Friends… No. I don’t want to be your friend. Look at the shit you stir up.

Yeah, I said that but you’re more trouble than you’re worth.

[huffs a laugh] Shit, that’s a hell of an ego. I guess I should have expected that from a primer. Of course, you’d think you’re worth it.

No, I don’t. The only thing I care about it my payday and my skin. I don’t need a partner or a friend or… I don’t need you. I don’t need anyone.

[bursts] You’re going to leave either way! [cringing] You don’t belong out here. You’re not a mercenary or a bounty hunter. You’re just a spoiled rich kid playing at crime past the edge for thrills. You’ll get over it and go home to the prime eventually.

[sighs] That’s not the same. Your family is a completely different sort of criminal element, and you know it.

What?

You…

Stop it. You don’t mean that.

[Stardust stepping closer, voice lower] Stardust…

[sighs, so close] I wasn’t scared…

I’m not lying…

[Stardust kisses Cosmic]

[softer, conflicted] Why did you do that?

Don’t say that… Don’t. You can’t.

[another kiss]

Damn it… [Cosmic kisses Stardust, grumbles] You make bad choices, Stardust…

Yeah, this is one of those bad choices. I’m a bad choice.

[huffs a thin laugh] You’re cracked if you think that.

[kiss] You taste like paint… [smirking a little despite himself] I wasn’t complaining.

The what?

The score is not one point five to six now! You did not save me. I saved you. It’s my point. I literally pulled that merc off of you.

Are you seriously reminding me about the human shield incident already?

Yes, it’s still too soon. It’s been less than an hour!

So what if you dragged me back to the ship? You think I haven’t had to wake up and crawl back? I told you, I’ve had worse.

Fine. It’s a scratch. No points for either of us.

[longer pause, ship sounds]

[smirking] …Are you suggesting we clean up together?

I don’t think I’m in danger of passing out again. You patched the gunshot wound, remember?

I mean… Yeah, I’d hate to drown in my shower. That’d be a stupid way to go.

Stardust…Are you trying to seduce me? You know that won’t change my mind, right? You’re still on your own as soon as I get my hands on my half of that treasure.

I’ll call it treasure if I want to.

It is too.

Wait. Do you think arguing is flirting?

You are terrible at seduction…

[laughs] I could definitely do a better job!

No! That first time you stole my gun was a fluke. I wasn’t seduced, I was confused.

Absolutely not. Go use your own shower. [smiling] I can’t trust your motives.

I didn’t say it wasn’t tempting… I said I can’t trust why you’re doing it. You might just want to steal my jacket again. Or my gun. Or my ship.

[thinking] I guess that could be worth the risk…

Okay, Stardust. I’ll call your bluff. [door whoosh] Come on in. I’ll get that paint out of your hair and you can make sure I don’t faint from blood loss in the shower.

[Stardust stepping inside, the door whooshing shut, closer, quieter] Really?

[laughs] Yep. The worst at flirting…

[kiss]

[sighs] Okay. Not the worst.

11.

[hum of the ship, space sliding by outside]

[in bed, watching the stars]

Of course, my room has a window and a real bed.

Your room is a cargo hold when I’m not transporting…well, human cargo. [laughs a little] I guess it’s still a cargo hold. That’s why all the meal bars and protein shakes are in there. Did you think I put them there just for you? That room belongs to them! You’re the guest.

[stretch of quiet, space sounds]

Hm… Roll over again? I want to get another look at that map.

[laughs] Why would I be tricking you? You’re already in my bed. I’ve already seen everything…

[repositioning. Looking at the tattoo] Hm… Yeah, the map has moved a little more. It’s getting closer to the destination. I wonder what it’ll look like when we get there. It’s moving ink, so why not give us little fireworks or something when we reach the treasure?

Knock it off, you know it’s treasure.

Even if there isn’t an X and we don’t have to dig it up, it doesn’t make it not treasure. I don’t know why you refuse to call it what it is. Loot. Bounty. Booty. [laughs]

You mean, will it disappear after we find it? I don’t think so, Stardust… I’ve never known any moving ink to vanish on its own. If it bothers you, we could try to find someone to get rid of it. Once the treasure is already found, you won’t have to worry about someone trying to use it to get there.

…No, you’re right. They wouldn’t necessarily believe us that we’d already found it.

It’s not a bad tattoo. It’s beautiful work.

Stardust…[smiling] are you falling asleep?

Yeah. You can sleep here if you want. I mean…tonight. Not like, every night. Don’t try to steal my room.

[stretch of quiet]

[quieter, serious] You know this doesn’t change anything, right?

No. And we were not partners before we slept together. We’re not partners. We’re just… working together for the time being.

No, I don’t.

Nope.

I meant what I said.

Yes, I did.

I—[groans playfully] Stop it! How do you turn everything into a petty argument?

Yes, you— [stops when he realizes they’re doing it again] You’re evil.

[quiet hum of space and the ship]

[smiling] And how do you still have paint in your hair? I thought we got it all out…

Hm? Why do you want to know that?

[laughs soft] Are you trying to say that my life story is sure to be so boring that it’ll knock you out?

No. They weren’t. The only time my parents were ever on a spaceship was when they were being shipped out to the edge to colonize a new mining settlement. They used to say that I was born looking up… I think they just said that because they’d realized I’d have to go eventually. So, they told me I’d always wanted to be an adventurer and eventually I believed it.

The mines dried up sooner than the corporations expected. They stopped prioritizing the settlement. We’re far out, you know? It was close to the edge and that costs to maintain. When they finally decided it wasn’t worth it, they just stopped coming—stopped paying the mercenaries to guard the colony. Pirates and worse started to set up shop real quick after that. It’s still there, the last planetary settlement before the deep.

Hm? Oh, no, it was just me by then. I got on the first ship that would take me. Scariest ride of my life. That ship was a wreck, barely holding together, and we were packed standing inside it for hours. I can still remember the way it creaked and shook, like it was going to come apart and we’d all just be flushed out into space.

We made it to the nearest station. The captain we’d all paid, tried to double cross us by selling us to a skin ship. I was lucky that some of the others were armed and would rather go down shooting then get on that other vessel. It turned into a firefight right there in the station and we scattered. I stowed away on a big cargo ship and got out of there.

Oh, I definitely got caught, but by then we were away from the station and those cargo ships can’t waste time turning back. I guess they could have jettisoned my ass but the captain felt bad for me. I was barely more than a kid. He said he was short-handed so I could work for my food and board.

I was trying to get to the prime. [huffs a small laugh] I’m probably lucky I never made it. What would I have done there? They probably would have put my ass back on a ship running cargo out here.

…Yeah. [smiles] You’re right. If I’d gotten myself one of those legit long-haul jobs, who would have been out here to save you from those pirates?

I wouldn’t go that far.

Shut up and fall asleep already.

12.

[space sounds]

[muffled] Stardust!

[distant alarms sounding and then an impact shudder]

[muffled] Stardust!

[Stardust running to the bridge, door whoosh, ship shudder]

[ship] L-Class yacht closing in.

Get in that seat and buckle up!

Your cousin.

I’m pretty damn sure, Stardust. Aside from the fact that no one else out here has a chrome yacht armed to the teeth, he did have the courtesy to call before he started trying to blow out our engines.

[ship control sounds, impact shudder]

I said buckle up!

We’ll go through that debris, fly close to the asteroids and see if we can lose them… That yacht is huge, maybe we’ll get lucky and they won’t want to take the hits going through. Not sure we can hope they’ll break apart but who knows, maybe we have some luck left…

[ship control sounds]

Here. You have access to the guns. Shoot them if they get in range.

I know it won’t do much against their shields but it’s not like we’re just going to give up.

Really, Stardust? You want a breakdown of the conversation, right now?

[groans] He said I could hand you over and walk, or we’d both get a bullet. Now fucking shoot something!

[ship sounds, muffled gunfire]

Fuck… They’re blowing through the debris… It’s not even slowing them down.

We can’t outrun them. The only reason they haven’t blown us to bits is because they need you alive.

[ship] Exiting debris field.

There’s a gas cloud not far from here… Maybe…

[ship] L-Class yacht is too close for safe—

[ship shuddering, hit by the yacht]

They’re ramming us…

[ship alarm in background]

They’re not outfitted to grab and board us. I think they’re trying to disable our flight. If we’re floating dead, they’d have plenty of time to figure out how to get you out.

[ship] Hull damage to starboard side. Maintenance required.

[scoffs, sarcastic] Yeah, thanks ship, I’ll get right on that.

[another hit]

Fuck!

[Stardust unbuckling]

What are you doing? Sit back down! You’re going to get hurt!

What? No!

[Cosmic unbuckling and getting up]

Stop! We’re not doing that.

[worried and frustrated] …No, we can’t get away, but maybe we could…

[pause, Stardust talking]

[stubborn] I am not trading you.

I said no, Stardust. I’m not ditching you.

I’m not saying it wouldn’t work! I’m saying… I’m saying I won’t do it.

Maybe if we pretend to surrender… They can’t kill you until they get to the treasure.

[groans] Do not argue with me about calling it treasure right now…

We could wait until they dock with us and then—

[desperate] I know it’s not likely to work, Stardust, but what other options do we have?

No…No, I can’t do that.

I…I just can’t…I can’t!

[following them to the escape pod]

Stardust stop!

[ship] Escape pod activated.

Stop. [close] Just… Wait.

[ship hit again, alarm in the background still going off]

We’re only a few days out from the target, Stardust… Once they find it, they’re going to kill you.

We can keep going until they either back off or smash us apart… You don’t have to do this.

[ship shudder]

Fucking forget what I said! I’m telling you to stay.

You weren’t just a payday, okay? Now get back in your seat and—

[frustrated] Stardust—

[shudder a breath] Yeah, we almost made it…

They’re going to kill you. Don’t do this. Don’t go.

[pause, alarms and ship shudder background]

Three days…That’s a bad plan.

No, the tracking nanites are still active but they might be able to detect and eliminate them.

Fine. Fine! Yes. I can find you. Three days… I will find you.

[pod door whoosh]

[ship] Preparing escape pod.

[impact shudder, alarms, his shaking breath]

I am going to find you, Stardust.

Yeah… Because you’re my bounty. I told you I wouldn’t let you go without getting my cut, right?

I will find you. Just… try to stay alive until I do.

[door closes]

[ship] Escape pod release.

#audio script #sci fi romance #jouska #stardust and cosmic #dominimoonbeam #own work #ride or die in space #defying gravity universe #clover down #<3

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aachria · 3 months ago

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Hi again! Before I started writing my fic, I just wanted to ask if you would be ok with the ocs I created knowing Ed from before they got isekai'd. I have 2 of them and I'll briefly summarize how each of them knew Ed from 'before' so to speak. Both of them use their 'actual' names which is why it takes them longer to realize Ed is the Ed they knew.

Pathaan D. 'Agh' Akhtar-Waqiyah (I'm using the same surname-first syntax like the One piece characters do) was going to be about 3 years older than Ed and either be a friend of Ed's mysterious sister or a fellow One Piece fan that Ed met at a con for one piece or something pre truck kun. I was planning on having her spend the timeskip under either fujitora's or Hancock's tutelage and refer to Ed as 'Elric' (fmab reference).

As for the other oc, her name is T.T. Josune (and yes the Ts stand for something lol). She was the oc I was a bit more iffy about because when I was fleshing her out, I pictured her to be an ex of Ed's or an old situationship (and yes, i was listening to Chapell Roan drafting these ocs 😔). As a result, I wasn't sure if you'd be comfortable with that, so I just wanted to check with you.

If you have any suggestions, it'd be really appreciated and I'd love to add them.

I was also curious abt why you were iffy with Boa. Honestly, there are a lot of reasons for that but i was curious abt it since the latest update.

Wow, this was way longer than I expected 😭 Can't wait for the latest chapter.

Oh having OCs who knew Ed from before is SICK and I love that.

Love the idea of Agh knowing Ed's sister, I'd imagine before the... incident she'd be the cool older sibling who would drag Ed around with her friends to make them be social and just because her friends thought Ed was funny. I don't think Ed was much of a con person (they got that introvertism in them ✊😔) but they could have gone to one or two if you'd like to go that route. And her calling Ed Elric is HILARIOUS and I love it.

T. T. Josune is a BALLER ass name and I love it. Titty jokes galore. Ed is one of those people who figured out romance Was Not for them pretty early on, so they haven't had a lot of RELATIONSHIP relationships, but something with a more queerplatonic or fwb dynamic would work. Ed is very upfront with people about the aromantic thing and communicating that romance is never on the table with them, but they aren't opposed to exclusivity or commitment. Being exes or a situationship is fucking hilarious and has to much potential, I am 100% on board with that.

I love Boa Hancock. She is so very wonderful and such an amazing character, she just touches a loooot of boxes that can be. A little odd. I'm going to try and portray her in a very specific way, but I don't want to change or nudge things so much as to take away from her character. Boa is a very careful balancing act but I have so much love for that insane ass woman.

I wish you the utmost luck with your writing and believe in you fully 🫡

#sssbmty #one piece #one piece ocs

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libby-for-life · 5 months ago

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Okay so I've been thinking about it more, I follow way too many fanfic writers with no time to update the ones i've started. (anyway..) For the Just Desserts AU Lucifer is under Adam's control, powerless, back home-to a home that never wanted him in the first place. So he's alone. He can't even explain himself to Adam since the first man hates him so much for ruining his peace. So he doesn't talk, he just takes it-some time he screams, knowing everyone in heaven has much as a blind eye as sinners in Hell. It's just pure torture for him, what the angels would call Just. It would take a while, but i almost can see Adam growing bored. Lilith never returned to Hell, it's not like her daughter will rage against Heaven, she doesn't care for Lucifer either. Adam hates them both, but when he sees how Lucifer looked at their ex. He sees the devil he thought he broke, look just as defeated if not more than he appeared in the golden chains at arrival.

I was thinking along the same lines. Adam had always wanted a servant. In fact, in this one, I've made a little piece in a discord server with some others of what Lucifer's reaction is to Lilith in Heaven. It won't be for a while until Adam feels any semblance of guilt or boredom.

Lute was seen as a hero for killing the devil and Adam watched as she was showered with praise. Lucifer was taken to Adam's house where he would make the ground rules. Lucifer was incredibly light, but he knew the collar and leash would be more degrading.

He paraded him through Heaven as everyone threw trash, hissed obscenities, and glared at Lucifer.

He ignored Lucifer's hiss when a stray rock scraped his cheek, leaving him bleeding.

He deserves much worse considering what he's done.

But as for hands, none were allowed to touch Lucifer except Adam. When they got to his house, he forced him to the ground at his feet. "Alright, snake. We're going over the rules."

First rule, talk of The Wives was completely Off Limits. Second rule. He can never talk with anyone alone. He has to stay with Adam. Third rule, listen to him. He trumps all others when it comes to instructions.

Adam even took him to see a certain special someone in Heaven knowing the outcome before the conversation even began.

When Lucifer saw Lilith, he tried rushing towards her, but the chain holding him prevented him from going far.

"Lilith!" He tried calling out but when she turned to him, she glared when she saw him.

"What the hell is he doing here?" She spat making him flinch. What was going on?

"Hey, bitch. Decided to bring my lap dog around."

"Lily?"

"Don't call me that." She snapped.

"I don't...I don't understand?"

"You still don't get it, do you? You're no longer powerful, I can tell." Why did that matter? "You were useless when we fell and you're even more useless now. At least before, you were the King of Hell. Now? You don't even have that."

Why was she saying this?

"...I love you." Lucifer tried saying.

"And that was your mistake. You have nothing to offer me anymore. You didn't when we Fell, and you don't now." She turned away to look at the ocean. "You're an eyesore." It was a dismissal.

Adam whistled. "Damn, I always forget how cold you are." He dragged a listless and crying Lucifer away.

"How does it feel to be abandoned, hu Lucifer? Hurts doesn't it?" Adam sneered.

Adam did not expect Lucifer to just shut down. It felt good to see him like that. Finally, Lucifer knew how it felt. Knew what it was like to be abandoned by the people you loved and trusted. Knew what it was like to have someone GLOAT about that hurt.

(Lilith never loved Lucifer and only used him for power. Now that he has none, she sees no reason to pretend for his fantasies any longer.)

#hazbin hotel #adamsapple #hazbin hotel adam #hazbin hotel lucifer #Just Desserts au #send asks

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https-harlow · 2 years ago

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I Should Be Missing You - Part 2

Summary- Months after your divorce from Jack is finalized, Jack finds out your relationship with Urban has become more then just friends and Urban asks you to be his girlfriend.

Word Count- 3k

It took several months for your divorce from Jack to be finalized, luckily you two had agreed on most things so it went fairly smooth. Neither of you wanted to drag the process on any longer than you needed to. You had moved out of the house you and Jack shared about 3 months into the divorce. You had moved to Kentucky before you two got married, so Jack had split his time home at his family’s house or at Urban’s house until you could move out.

You were both struggling after your divorce, no one said it would be easy, but you both expected it to be a little easier than it was since both of you didn’t love each other anymore. Even though you felt like a weight had been lifted off of you after you kissed Urban that night, it didn’t make the process any easier. Urban stayed by your side helping you, and Jack, whenever he could.

The first time you kissed Urban, wasn’t the last, and in fact, you had done more then kiss Urban since that night. You and Urban were taking your relationship slow, in fact, you hadn’t even put a label on your relationship. Urban understood you didn’t want to rush into another relationship just months after your marriage ended. Actually, Urban encouraged it, as much as he did like you, he didn’t want to become a rebound. He wanted you to learn how you love yourself again before loving him.

Jack missed you more then he would admit, even to Urban, but he still hadn’t reached out to talk to you. You missed Jack too but having Urban around helped. Jack knew you were hanging out with Urban, but he didn’t know about the kisses or hook ups. Jack would check on you through Urban, and towards the beginning of your divorce, Urban would keep Jack updated on how you were doing, but the more his relationship grew with you, the less he let Jack know. Urban thought that Jack should be moving on just like you were trying to.

Urban was at the studio with Jack, Clay, Sunni and a couple other friends, but he was distracted by his phone, texting you.

“Who are you texting?” Sunni asked.

“What?” Urban asked, looking up from his phone.

“Who are you texting? You’ve been smiling at your phone since you got here.” Sunni said and Urban blushed, tilting his head down to hide his face.

“Ohh, is our Urban in love?” Copeland teased and Urban shook his head.

“No, I’m not in love.” Urban said, which wasn’t exactly true, he did love you, he just didn’t want anyone, especially Jack, to know.

“Yeah, sure looks like you are.” Jack teased.

“What? I can’t text someone without being in love with them?” Urban asked.

“Not with how you’ve been smiling and blushing at your phone.” Clay added and Urban rolled his eyes.

“Guys, just drop it. It’s not a big deal.” Urban said, sending you a text before putting his phone in his pocket.

“We’ll drop it if you tell us her name.” Sunni said and Urban shook his head.

“No, I’m not going to tell you her name.” Urban said, he couldn’t, especially with Jack in the room.

“Ohh so it’s a girl! Urban’s texting a girl.” Copeland teased.

“Just drop it, I’m not going to tell you anything about her. You’ll know once you need to.” Urban said and Copeland held his hands up.

“Okay, okay, fine, I’ll drop it.” Copeland said, everyone else going back to work.

About 2 hours later, everyone was still working, but Urban had made plans and he didn’t expect to be at the studio all night.

“Look, I have to leave, but I’ll be here for the studio session tomorrow.” Urban said standing up from the couch.

“Where are you going?” Jack asked and Urban sighed.

“I have, uh, a date.” Urban said.

“Our Urb has a date, he’s growing up.” Clay teased Urban.

“Look, I’m not going to tell you who it’s with so don’t even try it.” Urban said. “You’ll find out if you need to.” Urban said before saying goodbye to everyone and leaving.

“Damn, why does he care about us not finding out about who he’s talking to, none of us have ever cared before.” Jack asked and everyone shrugged.

“Maybe he really likes her.” Sunni said, and Jack shrugged before everyone dropped the subject.

Urban drove over to your house, even though it was a date, you were just going to hang out at your house, you didn’t want anyone to see you and Urban out together. Jack knew you hung out, but you didn’t want to draw any more attention to it then you had to.

Urban picked up food from your favorite restaurant on his way to your place, before parking his car in the driveway. Grabbing the bag of food before walking up to the door, ringing the doorbell and waiting for you to answer.

“Hey, come in.” You smiled at Urban as you opened the door.

“Hey, I brought food.” Urban stepped inside, walking to the kitchen, setting the bag down while you closed the door before you followed him.

“You didn’t have to do that but thank you.” You said, hugging him.

“Well, this is a date, so it’s the least I could do since we can’t really go out.” Urban said, hugging you back. “I missed you.” Urban rested his chin on the top of your head.

“Well, that’s sweet of you.” You smiled softly. “I missed you too.” You said. Urban had been traveling with Jack and once he got home your schedules didn’t work out, so you hadn’t seen Urban in almost a week and a half. Over that week and a half, you realized you missed Urban more then you used to miss Jack when he would leave for tour, and you wouldn’t see each other for months.

Urban made sure to text you and facetime you daily when you were apart. Urban wanted to show you if someone wanted to make time for you, they could.

Urban kissed the top of your head before you pulled away from the hug. You got plates and silverware while Urban unpacked the food and you two put it onto plates. You and Urban ate your food at your counter. Between moving, the divorce, and work, getting a dining room table was on the bottom of your list of things to do.

You two caught each other up on your weeks while you ate, before putting your dishes in the dishwasher and making your way to your couch. You and Urban sat next to each other, leaning against the back of the couch, Urban’s arms around you and you laid your head on his shoulder.

“Everyone keeps asking me who I’m texting all the time.” Urban said and you looked up at him.

“Oh yeah? What do you tell them?” You asked.

“I just tell them that it’s not their business. I told them I had a date tonight though.” Urban said, tracing random pattens on your arm with his fingers.

“Does Jack know we still hang out?” You asked hesitantly and Urban nodded. You and Urban rarely talked about Jack, similarly with Jack, Urban would wait for you to bring Jack up. Jack just brought you up a lot more then you brought him up.

“Yeah, he knows we hang out, but he doesn’t know about the dates or anything else we’ve done.” Urban said. “I want us to figure things out before we tell him anything. I do really like you, but I don’t want to pressure you into anything, because I understand that as much as I like you, our relationship might not go anywhere. I’m okay with that, but I also don’t want to tell Jack that we’ve kissed or that we’ve fucked if our relationship isn’t going to get to a point that he has to know. I don’t know if he will care, but I also don’t want to piss him off unnecessarily if I don’t have to.” Urban explained and you nodded.

“Well, he still hasn’t talked to me since we signed the divorce papers, so whenever you feel like you should tell him is fine with me, even if that’s not now.” You said.

“Has anyone else talked to you since the divorce?” Urban asked and you shook your head.

“A couple of his friends, and I guess your friends too, reached out to me right after they found out about the divorce, but everyone else took his side. They were his friends first, so I can’t be to upset about it.” You said and Urban shook his head, his hand making its way to your hair.

“They were also your friends for 6 years; you can be upset by that even if they were Jack’s friends first.” Urban reassured you.

“Why did you stay?” You asked, Urban sighed, sitting up and turning so he was facing you.

“I stayed because I care about you. I care about Jack too, but it’s different with you. I know how much your relationship hurt you. You moved to Kentucky to be with Jack because you thought you would be with him for the rest of your life, it’s okay that you fell out of love, but I didn’t want you to think that you deserved it. You deserve someone who cares about you, and I want to show you that. I just didn’t think that we’d be on a date in your living room 8 months later.” Urban said, smiling softly at you.

“Thank you for staying. I don’t know what I would have done without you.” You said, leaning back into his arms. Urban kissed the top of your head as he wrapped his arms back around you. “I never thought we would be here either, but I needed you more then you’ll ever know.” You said.

“Whenever you need me, I’ll be here.” Urban said, placing finger underneath your chin to tilt your head up and gently placed a kiss on your lips. “No matter what.” Urban reminded you and you smiled softly.

“I think I love you.” You were terrified to admit out loud that you loved Urban, but you did. You were scared to admit it because you used to love Jack, you loved him so much you married him. You never thought you would love someone so soon after your divorce from Jack, but it’s not like you’re divorce from Jack was a surprise or something that you didn’t expect.

“I think I love you too.” Urban said, pushing your hair out of your face. “No, I know I love you, but I can tell you’re still hesitant, and that’s okay. I don’t want you to feel like I’m not asking you to be my girlfriend or making things official between us because I don’t want to, I do. I just don’t want to rush you into anything.” Urban explained and you nodded.

“I know and thank you for that. Thank you for being patient with me.” You said, kissing Urban softly.

Urban ended up staying over at your house that night, like he usually did.

Almost a week later, you wanted to go get some of the last things you needed for your house, and you asked Urban to go with you. It took longer than you or Urban expected and Urban was late to the studio session he was supposed to be at with Jack.

“Hey, sorry I’m late. What did I miss?” Urban asked as he walked in, Jack turning towards him. Urban was only about 20 minutes late, so he didn’t figure it would be that big of a deal.

“Dude, what’s been going on with you lately? You’ve been leaving early or coming late almost every day.” Jack confronted Urban. Jack had been in a bad mood that day, well, he had been in a bad mood practically every day since your divorce. Urban just didn’t know him being 20 minutes late was what was going to set him off. Urban sighed before he talked.

“I was with Y/N.” Urban admitted.

“Why were you with Y/N?” Jack asked.

“Because she’s my friend too. Just because you two got a divorce, doesn’t mean I’m any less her friend then yours.” Urban defended himself.

“Wait. All those times you’ve been leaving early or coming late it’s because you’ve been hanging out with my ex-wife?” Jack asked again. “What about all those dates? The times you were texting someone and wouldn’t say who you were texting? Was that all her too?” Jack asked. Urban sighed, which gave Jack the answer he needed without Urban even speaking.

Urban thought about lying, but he felt like lying would just make the situation worse. With how long Jack and Urban were friends, they knew when the other was lying, so there was no point in it anyways.

“Yes. I didn’t tell you because nothing between us is official, I didn’t think our relationship would get to the point where we were going on dates, but I do really like her. She’s an amazing, super sweet girl, and I can totally see why you fell in love with her. I don’t exactly know how to handle this situation, it’s not one we’ve been in before, obviously. I get it if you’re not ready for Y/N to be hanging around or anything, but I’m just taking things slow with her for the mean time anyways.” Urban explained.

“Friends don’t date other friend’s ex-wives. You had the intention to get with her when we were getting a divorce didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t. I’m the one who fucking tried to get you two back together. I tried to get you to give her all those letters you wrote her, but your stubborn ass refused. That’s not my fault. If you would have given Y/N those letters, you probably wouldn’t have ended up divorced, because it would have showed her that you did love her. That’s all she wanted to know because she didn’t feel like you did.” Urban said.

“If you’re just going to stand here and tell me everything I did wrong with my relationship and my divorce while simultaneously trying to get with my ex-wife then you can just fucking leave. I don’t need someone like that around.” Jack told Urban.

“You’re making this a bigger deal then it has to be Jack. Let’s just calm down and talk about it later, okay?” Urban suggested.

“It’s either me or her. I was okay with you being friends but going behind my back and dating Y/N is crossing a line.” Jack insisted.

“Let me know when you don’t want to be so fucking overdramatic, I wasn’t going to pick sides, but since you’re making me, I’m choosing Y/N.” Urban said, before walking out of the studio.

Over the next 2 months Jack never came around to thinking that he was in the wrong, but that meant that you and Urban ended up hanging out more then before with Urban not having to be at the studio or traveling all the time with Jack.

You and Urban had gone on slightly more public dates now that Jack knew, but Urban had planned special date in your backyard with the help of Sunni and Copeland, Urban took you out and distracted you while they set everything up.

You gasp slightly as you walked into your backyard with Urban, seeing a picnic set up with a movie screen in front of it.

“Urban, did you do this?” You asked, turning to him, he nodded slightly.

“With the help of Sunni and Copeland.” Urban admitted and you smiled, kissing Urban.

“Thank you, I love this. Are they still here? I want to thank them for helping.” You asked and Urban shook his head.

“No, they left right before we got here.” Urban said, guiding you over to the blanket that was laying in the grass. Urban sat down first, gently pulling you down to sit next to him.

“Well, I love this, so thank you again.” You said, kissing Urban once more.

“You’re welcome, I thought you might like it.” Urban said, smiling at you.

You and Urban sat on the blanket, eating the food that was set up before watching your favorite movie. Urban turned towards you once the movie ended.

“Was that worth skipping the ice cream?” Urban teased, you had wanted to get ice cream before you got home, Urban had to convince you to go home for your date.

“Yes, it was, but I still want ice cream next time we go out.” You said, both of you laughing as you turned towards Urban. He reached out and rested his hand on your waist.

“I also wanted to ask if you’d be my girlfriend, officially. Over the last 2 months, I realized that I truly love you, and want to take us seriously. I knew that before, but I just thought that if you realized you didn’t want to be with me, I would be okay with that. Now I think it would absolutely break my heart more then anyone else could.” Urban said. “If you’re not ready that’s okay, don’t-”

“Yes.” You said, cutting Urban off as you smiled. “Yes, I’ll be your girlfriend Urban.” Urban smiled, leaning over to kiss you.

“I love you.” Urban whispered as he pulled away from the kiss, making you giggle.

“I love you too.” You whispered back before kissing him again.

Neither of you were sure how Jack would react, or if he would care at all, but you weren’t thinking about that at the moment, the only thing either of you were thinking about was how happy you made each other.

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Life Twist 02 | JJK

⏤banner by the talented and sweet: @archivedkookie ❣

⏤summary ❧ After an enormous loss in your life and breaking a long relationship with your now ex boyfriend, you decided you needed a life twist. So you move into a new country to try restart your life and seek for your happiness. What you weren’t expecting was someone like Jungkook entering into your life as soon as you got to Seoul.

⏤𝘱𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❧ jungkook x female reader

⏤𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦 ❧ fluff, angst, smut, slow burn, 4 years age gap (reader is JK’s noona)

⏤𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ❧ mature language

⏤𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 ❧ 7.9k+

⏤ author’s note❧ Please, enjoy the new chapter, guys! I hope you don't hate me after this one. Trust me, things are getting interesting from now on - the trip is coming too! 😏 Let me know your thoughts on the story so far! If there's any misspelling please forgive me, I tried to update as fast as possible since I'm not gonna be able to write the next chapter until next Monday so I wanted to give you this time a chapter that's a little more longer than the first one.

‘Oh, for fucks sake my head, make it stop!’ you hear your best friend groaning on the sofa while you’re in the kitchen preparing yourselves breakfast.

You placed in the kitchen counter a plate with strawberries, kiwi, and banana. You've also prepared some french toasts, scrambled eggs, and fresh orange juice. It’s not like you've worked a lot preparing everything but you know Chris likes that kind of breakfast, so knowing he would get up any time soon feeling like hell, you went for that.

‘There you have some Ibuprofen for you to take, it will help with the headache, at least I hope so’ you say when Chris approaches one of the chairs next to the counter.

‘Thanks, you’re an angel’ he says whilst he drinks the pill with help of the freshly orange juice that you’ve prepared him and then he adds: ‘I missed so much having these hangover breakfasts with you’.

Right before he started to talk, you were about to scold him for over drinking on the very first night you went out together again and leaving you with people that you just met. Thank God for Jungkook that helped you dragging his ass back to home, you don’t know how you would’ve done it without his help. But you bite your tongue because, to be totally honest there’s been a million times where the situation was the opposite, you being drunk as fuck and he being the one to drag you home so, you can only respond ‘I missed this too’ while placing your head for a few seconds on his shoulder and then start eating your breakfast next to him

‘So…the golden maknae has charmed his way out to you?’ says your friend out of the sudden

‘The golden what?’

‘Maknae means the youngest. JK is insanely good at every thing that human beings can possibly do, so Namjoon thought of that nickname and now most of the guys in the group call him ‘golden maknae’ because of that’ he explains while you just nod

You feel like you’re starting to blush remembering about yesterday’s events so you look away and then you think to yourself – how the fuck did your friend noticed? He was so freakin wasted but he still noticed the flirting? Well…at least that’s what you think you were both doing…you were both flirting each other, right?

Chris knows you like the back of his hand, he noticed how you looked away and he clearly saw you blushing while spacing out. ‘I was wasted but not to that extent to not remembering how you were both obviously flirting with each other’ he says suddenly making you return to Earth

‘I wasn’t flirting!’ You respond almost immediately knowing it’s a lie and that Chris can see right through it

‘Hey – It’s me who you’re talking to, since when do you get this shy over a guy that you flirted with? I’m actually happy that you’re putting yourself out on the market again. I mean, it’s been like ages’

‘It’s only been a year’

‘Only a year? Dear God if I didn’t get my dick wet for a week I would be bawling like a baby’

‘That’s because you constantly think with your dick, there’s more in life than sex’

‘Oh yeah? Like what? Watching Netflix on your couch while eating popcorn alone on a Friday night? – what’s wrong with that? you think to yourself while your friend keeps talking - Come on, you’re about to turn 30, you haven’t been single for almost a decade... you need to start having some fun again’

‘Honestly, I don’t know if it can be catalogued as flirting what happened last night, maybe he was just being friendly with me. I have been in a relationship for so long that I feel like I don’t even know how to act properly with a hot guy’ you say sincerely

‘From what I remember I’m convinced that my man JK was flirting with you too… but stop worrying so much, go with the flow…you’ll know what to do’ your friend tries to comfort you

‘He asked me for my cellphone number before leaving’ you confess

‘He did, huh?’ - says wiggling his eyebrows over to you while you roll your eyes - ‘Though, I have to say, I’m surprised you’re even attracted to him, he is an insanely handsome guy...but you were never too fond of younger guys’

‘That’s what I thought exactly when he told me how old he is. But I’ve never really tried with a younger guy anything so…maybe it wouldn’t be a bad thing to give it a go at one point’

‘Now that’s my best friend! Go get that dick bestie!’

‘Eww, why do you always have to be so explicit? I’m not even sure something is gonna happen with him… we just talked a bit and he asked my cellphone. It doesn’t mean anything’

‘Maybe we’ll find out tonight’ says Chris while heading over to wash the dishes

‘Huh? Why tonight?’ you flip your head towards him and curiously ask

‘Didn’t you check your phone? The guys added you to our group chat. We’re going to a night club tonight; we’ll keep it going with Jackson’s birthday party… he really enjoys celebrating the whole weekend whenever he’s the birthday boy’ says your friend

And then he adds: ‘And I’m pretty sure that your lover boy JK confirmed he’s going tonight’ while he winks at you

‘Shut up, he’s not my lover. And who said I’m going too? I might be busy’

‘Are you, though?’, he looks suspiciously at you because he already knows you’re lying

‘No’ you almost whisper

‘Then that’s it, you’re coming. You need to get laid, it’s good for your health, you know’

‘Oh my god Christian, I just met the guy last night, I’m not gonna sleep with him immediately!’

‘Why not? You’re not hurting anyone by enjoying yourself’

You go near him and hand a few dirty dishes that were left in the counter while you sigh and say ‘I'm aware that I’m not hurting anyone, it’s just that I don’t usually go sleeping around, you know it. And we’re getting to much ahead of ourselves, I already told you I don’t know if he’s even attracted to me, I just saw him one time, I barely know the guy for crying out loud!’

He chuckles while saying ‘Trust me. I have the feeling that he wants to pound you until you don’t remember your own name’

‘Oh my f – You’re such a pig sometimes!’ you say while punching his arm with your small fists, though he doesn’t even budge

He smiles at you and says ‘So, that means you’re coming, right?’

‘Fine, I’ll go. But I don’t want to drag your drunken ass back home again tonight so please control yourself’

‘Don’t worry, after last night I think I’ll just drink water tonight. I’m not getting any younger and it takes a lot more time to recover now than when I was 18’ and you both chuckle at your friend’s sincerity while you take a rest scattered in your couch

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‘Ugh, I don’t know, I’m not sure… maybe this is too revealing or maybe it’s too tight, why am I getting so stressed over a dress?!’ you say while you show your outfit through videocall to your best friend

‘Maybe because you know you have pretty good chances on hooking up with certain someone today’

‘Please, cut it out. You’re making me nervous, I just want to have a good night’

‘Okay, okay sorry… you know I’m just kidding. You look amazing, stop having doubts. You usually don’t give a shit about what people says so what’s with the insecurities now?’

‘It’s not insecurities, I know I’m gorgeous’ and you see him rolling your eyes at you ‘Hey – don’t you roll your eyes on me, mister. You know it’s true’

You both snicker at this point and he simply replies ‘Yeah, I honestly can’t disagree on that’

‘Maybe I’m nervous because he’s also kind of your friend and I don’t want to make things awkward. Imagine that we hook up... and then we start dating... and then for some reason we break up, it would be so weird giving that he’s in your friend’s group and now I’m also being included’

You see your friend laughing like crazy through the screen, till the point that he’s cleaning a few tears of his cheeks

‘What the hell are you laughing for?’ you say with greeted teeths

‘It’s just that you said to me earlier that we were getting ahead of ourselves because you don’t even know if JK feels the same way about you and now here you are imagining scenarios were you two are dating… gosh, you can be so funny sometimes’

‘Fuck off’

He snickers and says ‘Listen, just go with the flow. He is my friend too, yes, but don’t even think about that. Just do whatever your heart… or your pussy says’

You can’t help to laugh at your friend’s words, and you respond ‘Okay, we’ll see were the night goes. Let’s have fun tonight!’

‘I love that spirit! I’ll pick you up in an hour, bestie. See u’

You send him a flying kiss and you see him faking like he passed out after he received it ‘See u, clown’ you say while laughing at his bad acting skills

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This club looks posh, you think to yourself. Although, it’s not that big as you imagined to be, it has only 2 dance floors, one of them is basically a huge ass balcony right next to the Han River with a beautiful view to Seoul city

Chris guides you to the usual spot where he and his friends use to hang out, he told you that Jin’s brother-in-law is the owner, so they come very often to this particular night club.

You spotted Yoongi, Hobi, Jimin and Taehyung with smiling faces waving at you from across a table that’s right next to the dance floor.

Once you greet everyone, they start telling you that Joey and Emma couldn’t make it, they were still recovering from last night. Aria had her best friend’s baby shower during the day and felt exhausted, so she couldn’t come either. Namjoon and Jackson were asking for some drinks at the bar… and JK and Jin where nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, you started to feel a little bit more nervous at JK’s mention and Chris noticed it so, he grabbed your hand and asked at the same time looking on the guys direction ‘Hey, we’re going to grab some drinks, do you want anything from the bar?’. Yoongi said a short 'No, thanks', Jimin and Taehyung were already drinking Soju so they raised their glasses and said ‘No, thank you hyung!’ while Hobi said ‘Um, could you order a whisky on the rocks for me, please? Thanks, hyung!’. Chris just winked at Hobi and said ‘You got it, buddy’ while dragging you with him holding your hand

When you got to the bar, Chris said while ordering the drinks ‘Okay, maybe a drink will help to make you loosen up a little bit. Remember, we are just having fun!’

‘Yeah, I know, you’re right. I need a drink ASAP’ you respond to your friend and then you redirect your attention towards the bartender who was waiting for you to order ‘A gin tonic for me, please. Thank you’

You take your drinks to the table with the guys and once your glasses are empty, Chris says ‘Come on, let’s go dancing bestie’. The gin tonic definitely helped you to loosen up a little bit more because you didn’t even hesitate and accepted your friend’s request while you grabbed his hand and went towards the dance floor

‘I’m good yeah I’m feeling alright, baby Imma have the best fucking night of my life and wherever it takes me, I’m down for the ride’ you were singing along while dancing with your best friend. You danced for about half an hour when you said to Chris ‘Hey I’m going to the bath, I’m about to pee myself’ which he only replied ‘Who’s the one being explicit now, huh? Go go! I’ll be here when you come back’

So, you started running off to the bath, on your way there you spotted Jin right on the other side of one of the bars grabbing a bottle of Soju as if he was the owner of the club, he smiled brightly and waved at you which you replied back and suddenly you saw his eyes widening… you curiously followed whatever his eyes were looking at and saw a blonde girl kissing… Jungkook.

Your smile dropped instantly. You didn’t want Jin to see your face, so you quickly continued your way to the bath not looking back.

After emptying your bladder and sanitizing your hands, you stayed for a few minutes in the bath against a wall spacing out. Did I really misread that bad his intentions? Fuck I’m really out of the game, how could I think that he was interested in me? He was just being friendly with you, y/n. You’re such an idiot. Is she his girlfriend? I mean, of course he has a girlfriend, he's so fucking gorgeous...stupid, stupid, stupid – You kept scolding yourself in your own mind. You somehow felt sad and stupid, how could you feel sad about a guy that you just saw one time in your whole life? Maybe it was the fact that he made you feel wanted after such a long time of not having that feeling – though, you now realize it wasn’t like that at all, you just felt that –

Suddenly you realize you have been inside the bathroom for almost 20 minutes and Chris might start worrying if he sees that you are not coming back. So, you arm yourself of bravery and get out of there, you’ll just walk quickly towards the dance floor, that way you won’t have to witness again that scene of Jungkook and that blondie kissing.

When you were already passing by the bar, you feel a hand pulling yours… you move your head to see who’s the person that grabbed you and it’s none other than Jungkook. ‘Hi, noona – you look beautiful’ he says while smiling with that sweet tone that you didn’t even know you missed hearing. You don’t know how to react, you just keep repeating in your head the scene of that girl kissing him, but you must be mature about it, he’s nothing to you… he’s just... a friend of your best friend that you’ve just met, and you were the one to misread the signs, it's not his fault. So, you just reply with a simple ‘Hi Jungkook, thanks… you look good too’

You feel like his hold on you is almost burning, so you take back your hand unconciously which Jungkook notices and looks at you strangely. ‘Is everything okay?’ he asks, and you just respond ‘Yeah, everything’s great’ though by the way he’s looking at you, you know he didn’t buy your fake smile. You start to feel insanely uncomfortable, so you immediately say ‘Um, I have to go, Chris must be looking for me… It was nice seeing you again’ and you don’t even wait for him to respond when you turn your heels and walk away as fast as you can.

Of course, Chris disappeared. You went looking for him on the same place where you left him before going to the bath and he wasn’t there. Knowing your friend, you know that he probably met some random girl and must be having his fun somewhere around.

You really need a drink, pronto. So, you head towards the bar and sit on one of the stalls while looking at the dance floor. From where you are situated, you could see Jimin and Taehyung dancing on top of a speakerbox, they seemed to be a little bit hammered, and it made you laugh for a minute. Those two share the same braincell, they remind you of Chris and you – soulmates -, you can’t help to think

You were waiting for the bartender to finish preparing another gin tonic for you when a guy sat on the next stall right next to you. You were already cursing inside your head; you had already sent off 3 guys that came up to you with cheesy lines trying to get your number or for you to accept them buying you a drink… you just weren’t in the mood to hear any more fuckboys coming to you with their stupid attempts.

‘Rough night?’ you hear from the guy that just sat next to you

Well, at least this one’s trying to make a conversation before coming up with a cheesy line – you think to yourself

‘I don’t know if rough is the right word… nothing that tragic happened, it’s just not what I had in mind’ you reply while you thank the bartender that has finished preparing your drink

‘You and me both, my friends dragged me here with the excuse that I should get out of my house more often and have fun… and they’re nowhere to be found’ he responds and then asks you ‘so…your boyfriend is an asshole or what’s been troubling you tonight?’

He got a good laugh out of you this time while you respond ‘wow, smooth way to find out if a girl has a boyfriend or not’

‘What can I say? I have my ways’ he responds giving you a cocky grin

You take a proper look at him now… he’s handsome - you think – while holding his gaze you respond ‘I don’t have a boyfriend’

He smiles at you and says ‘Nice to know that. So, what’s in your mind?’

You don’t know if it’s the gin tonic that once again is putting your filters down or what, but you start telling him ‘Well, I met this guy… I saw him only once, but I don’t know… I felt like we had kind of a connection and that we were both flirting back and forth and thought that maybe tonight was going somewhere with him but on my way to the bath I just saw a blondie sucking his face – so I clearly misread the signals and I’m feeling like an idiot’

‘Auch, that’s a bummer’ he responds while taking a sip of his drink

‘You don’t say’

‘You don’t have to feel like an idiot though, we all been there at some point of our lives’ he says while keeping his gaze on you

You noticed he never told you what’s his name was throughout all the conversation, so you offer your hand while smiling at him and say ‘I’m y/n, by the way’

He smiles and says ‘I’m Minho, Choi Minho. Nice to meet you, y/n’ while taking your hand on his

‘Nice to meet you too, Choi Minho’ you say while also smiling at him. You feel like you don't have any shame left in your body, alcohol does wonders indeed- you think to yourself for a second - and bravely ask Minho ‘What do you say? Wanna have a dance with me? Please don’t reject me, I already had too much embarassment for one night. Oh..wait.. do you have a girlfriend?’ -

‘Only an idiot could reject a beautiful girl like you and no, I don't have a girlfriend’ he says in the most flirticious way while you both smile at each other like two idiots and without further do, you both headed hand in hand towards the dance floor

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What you weren’t aware of, was that there was a pair of burning eyes watching the whole scene unraveling between you and Minho.

Jungkook was about to head to the dance floor and drag you out of that guy’s hold when Jin putted a hand in his shoulder and told him ‘That wouldn’t be wise to do’

‘What the hell do you know, hyung?’

‘JK, she saw you kissing Lina and I saw y/n’s face… she seemed as shocked as I was. It’s only fair to say that right now she must be thinking that you either have a girlfriend that you didn’t tell her about or that you are not interested in her. Either way, if you go there and make a scene, she will probably tell you to fuck off and I wouldn’t blame her to be honest’

Jungkook’s eyes were big as a plate when he said ‘She saw me with Lina? Oh no.... no no no. Fuck. I didn’t even kiss her, she did. I stopped her as soon as I realize what we were doing. She just came out of nowhere and kissed me, I haven’t seen her in 3 months, hyung’

‘Well, my friend, bad luck. I think you lost your chance… at least for tonight. Just don’t do anything stupid. When you get the opportunity to talk to y/n, you can let her know what really happened tonight but barging in when she’s having a good time with someone else, it’s not a good choice’

‘It should be me the one dancing with her, not that guy’ he says with greeted teeth

‘She’s just dancing, it doesn’t mean it’s going to go fur- okay, forget what I said… he’s kissing her’ Jin said a little bit preoccupied

‘Fuck this, I can’t keep just staring while she’s kissing some random guy’ Jungkook responded with jealousy running down his veins while walking towards you and Minho

Jin got to him quickly and dragged him back to the bar saying ‘Jungkook don’t! Be mature about it. You’ll ruin any chance you have with her if you get in the middle. Let her be’

Jungkook sighed and said with a defeating tone while looking on your direction ‘I fucked up, hyung. I like her, I don’t even know how to explain it… I just saw her yesterday and every time she smiled at me, I felt like I was going to pass out. I should have kissed her last night’

Jin looked the maknae with a pitiful look and while hugging him responded ‘Hey – if it’s meant to be, it’ll be – Maybe in time you’ll get closer and you’ll be able to tell her all of this. But if I were you, I’d be careful not to hurt her in any way because Chris will sure beat you ass’

And that got a little chuckle from Jungkook that left Jin content, his job was done. He somehow avoided Jungkook doing something that he would have regretted for sure later.

‘Come on, let’s get something to drink and swallow our sorrows’ Jin said while taking JK with him

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Alcohol was flowing freely in your body, everything felt numb. You loved how free you felt whenever a few glasses of alcohol were involved. It’s been such a fucking long time not feeling this good. You don’t overthink anymore, it’s the first time over the night that you don’t think about Jungkook and that blondie and you just let yourself enjoy every second of dancing with a handsome guy like Minho who’s been giving all his attention solely to you.

His hands are respectably on your waist while you turn around and have your back pressed against his chest, you don’t even care that your ass is brushing against his crotch. He doesn’t seem to mind, not at all because he doesn’t put any distance between you two. In fact, he grabs one of your hands and places it on the back of his head while one of his hands goes from your waist to your stomach, the palm of his hand holding you as close as possible to his body

Excitement overflows in your body, you’re trying so hard to act unaffected but once you share a look with Minho, you realized you’re failing to do so. His gaze is so intense, he’s driving you crazy and he’s not even doing anything… just sharing one dance with you, a very very close dance.

When you look away, you can feel his breath hitting the crook of your neck and God how you wish he would press those lips onto your neck. You don’t know when you got this bold, but there’s this sort of confidence boost that makes you shamelessly grind your ass against Minho’s crotch and that’s when his lips brush against your jaw… he knows what you’re doing… so, you take one more look at him, you realize his gaze goes straight to your lips and then to your eyes like he’s asking for permission.

And then your own eyes can’t help but do the same, your gaze going towards his lips and then look directly to his eyes while nodding. Without even sharing any words, he gives you the sweetest smile and then proceeds to kiss you.

You don’t know if it’s because you haven’t been kissed in a long time or the fact that you’re a little bit tipsy, you can’t even think straight… you just know that his lips feel so amazing against yours. So, you let yourself enjoy and start moving your lips against his own while you’re being turned around by his hands. Your hands go behind his neck and his hands stay by your hips, grabbing you tightly.

The first touch of his tongue entering your mouth makes you feel like you’ve been electrified, you feel 100x times horny than what you were already. You’re so close to him that you can feel his bulge starting to grow harder and you can’t help to moan once you feel him. You know he heard you, he stopped the kiss for a moment while looking at you in the eyes and smiling again. Then he kissed you once more, it was so passionately, you haven’t been kissed like this in ages.

That’s when you grabbed his hands and moved them from your hips to your ass and you could swear this time you heard him trying to restrain his groaning. You didn’t care you were in the middle of a night club surrounded by people, you just wanted to feel him

‘We should go somewhere else’ you say breathlessly – since when you sleep with guys that you just met? It came across for a split second in your mind, but you quickly shush all your thoughts away, right now you just want to enjoy the moment. Plus, just like Chris said, you’re not hurting anyone by enjoying yourself -

‘We can go my place’ you visibly see him gulping while he offers, you don’t know how but he looked so innocent for a second while he was telling you to go over his place

‘Sure’ you respond simply while giggling

By the time you’re walking hand in hand with Minho from the night club, you grab your phone quickly and text Chris that you’re leaving with a guy that you met in the club and that you’ll leave you’re location tracker activated – Chris always makes you do that in case you have any problem, so he can locate you easily - you don’t even wait for your friend to respond and get on an Uber that Minho called.

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The ride to Minho's apartment building felt long but it was maybe less than 10 minutes. The only moment when you weren’t kissing each other like maniacs was when the car slowed down because you’ve had arrived to your destiny. You almost jump out of the car while Minho was holding the door for you and helps you get out of it while also thanking the driver. As soon as he shut the door, he grabbed your hand and hurried guiding you through the building entrance.

You waited for 2 minutes until the elevator finally arrived, the longest 2 minutes of your life. While you were waiting for it, Minho cupped your face and gave you a sweet kiss on your nose and said ‘You’re so fucking gorgeous’ – gosh, you’ve a pool between your legs by now, it’s all you can think of – and as soon as the doors of the elevator opened, Minho clicked the button of his floor and as soon as he turned around you both threw yourselves at each other.

Minho opened his front door so quickly you didn’t even saw him taking his key out. He took you in and his hands were all over your body, fiddling with your tight dress, feeling every part of your body and all you can think of is: please just, take it off of me

He leads you to his bedroom while your mouths are attached to each other, oh my…this is really happening

Once you see his bed, you push him lightly and he lets himself fall and sit into his bed while he’s eye fucking you. You grab the end of your dress and while pulling it off from your neck you see him biting his lower lip, he seems hypnotized.

You sit on his lap in your black lacy underwear, feeling his bulge so hard and you almost salivate at the feeling. He goes for your neck with slow but intense kisses.

"Minho" you whisper, feeling his breath ghosting against your neck.

"Hm?" he hums, while he’s occupied sucking your skin, the tips of his fingers grazing over your exposed thighs.

"Please, fuck me" you keep whispering on his ear while grinding on him and he swears he could bust his nut right there just by hearing your sweet voice asking him to fuck you

‘Fuck, you’re so hot. Your wish is my command, gorgeous’ he says with a raspy tone

He then turns you around and your back touches the mattress, while he takes off his shirt and you swear your pussy just clenched by itself by taking one look at his toned body – Good, God, what do they eat in South Korea? Do they all look like they’ve just come straight out of a Calvin Klein’s publicity? – your hands start to work on his belt and pants while he’s smirking at your desperation.

Once he's only on his boxers, you palm his bulge giving him a few strokes through the fabric – and oh…he’s big that’s for sure - while he grunts at you and says ‘I swear you’re driving me insane’

His lips start trailing his tongue on your collarbone, a small moan slips out of your mouth and it’s just in a matter of seconds that your bra and panties are taken off you and thrown somewhere in the room.

You feel like you’re starting to blush and maybe he notices it because he stops for a moment while looking you straight to your eyes and says sweetly ‘If you want me to stop just tell me, it’s okay, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want’ and you respond ‘I do want it, I really do. It’s just that’s been a long time since I had sex and…I’m nervous’

‘You’re doing great if you didn’t notice’ – he says signaling his bulge while you both chuckle at the sight – ‘You’re so beautiful, baby’ he says and starts to kiss you all over again gaining some more moans from your mouth ‘Just tell me if you want me to stop’

‘Don’t. Please don’t stop’ you manage to mumble somehow. And that’s all he needs, your reassurance, because as soon as you gave him the green light, he connected his lips to your nipple while one of his hands is cupping your other breast, driving you insane, fogging your mind with nothing but pleasure

“Fuck, your tits, so fucking perfect, you like the feeling of my tongue in your tits, huh? I can tell baby, your body is speaking to me, who knew you were such a dirty girl?” he whispers in your ear and proceeds to bite your earlobe earning another moan from you, fuck.. the dirty talk is about to kill your pussy

Suddenly, you feel his fingers slipping inside you, thrusting in while his thumb rubs circles on your clit. You can’t help but scream at the pleasure his giving you, grabbing the sheets with a fist while he tells you ‘That’s it baby, keep moaning for me, we have to stretch you out so you can take me’

You’re blinded by pleasure by now, you feel the knot about to unleash while he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of you at a fast pace. ‘Shit, yes – don’t stop – keep doing that, please. I’m cumming… I’m cumming’ you inform him almost screaming though he was already feeling how you were clenching around his fingers uncontrollably, ‘Yeah? Cum for me baby, come on, make a mess on my fingers like the dirty girl that you are’ and that was the final point. You came so fucking hard. Finally, you get an amazing orgasm and he rode you through it thrusting in a few more times his fingers. And then, when he finally takes them off, he licks his fingers and says ‘You taste amazing’ making you go crazier from all the dirtiness.

You grab him by the neck and kiss him tasting yourself on him and start taking off his boxers, you can’t wait anymore. Your thirst is still there, even though he just gave you one hell of an orgasm… you need him inside you right now.

He smiles through the kisses and grabs a condom from his nightstand, you watch every move he takes while he’s putting on the condom and giving himself a few strokes to check everything’s okay.

“Are you ready, princess?” Minho asks, while his hand is trailing your thighs. You respond ‘Never been more ready’ while you smile at each other, and that’s when he positions himself to be on top of you, his eyes trailing every part of your naked body as if he’s taking a mental picture of it.

You gasp when he enters you in one go, followed by a long pornographic moan from the sudden stretch you feel from his cock. He grabs your cheek, forcing you to look into his big eyes.

‘I’m gonna fuck you so hard, princess’ You stare into his eyes while he squeezes your cheeks. You whimper and he adds: ‘I’ll start moving now, okay?’

You nod your head, and he starts thrusting in and out, biting his lips while he pushes his cock deeply into you and you’re just a mess, you keep moaning at the amazing feeling of him inside your pussy.

It’s been so long since you’ve felt this, you feel like you’ve almost forgotten how it felt to have sex— how the fuck did you go a year without this?

“You feel so fuckin’ tight, fuck princess.” Minho moans on the crook of your neck, and you close your eyes taking all the pleasure in while your legs automatically wrap themselves around his waist as he is still thrusting at a slow pace, so you can get used to him inside you.

In the meantime, his lips are occupied on yours, his tongue entering your mouth and meeting with yours in a passionate kiss. That’s when he starts to thrust faster into you, and you moan desperately on the kiss.

“M-MMinho!!” You moan his name, and you hear him cursing loudly making him go feral, while you’re scratching his back with your nails as he thrusts roughly into you, without giving mercy to your clenching pussy.

The room is filled with the sounds of your skins meeting each other, you feel how insanely wet is your cunt, your juices and his cock mixing and how close you’re from your second orgasm.

You are out of this world, so out of it that you didn’t even realize but in a split of a second he’s out of your cunt and turning you around, putting you in all fours with your ass perked up while your hands are pressed against the mattress.

He thrusts his cock inside you once again and you both curse at the amazing feeling that it brings. His hands grab your hips while pounding you as fast as possible, he feels his cock starting to twitch and he says ‘God, princess, you feel so good, so warm, so fucking tight’ while the only sounds that come out from you are moans and his name being screamed all over again and again as if it was a chant.

He feels you getting tighter every second that passes and says, ‘My dirty slut wants to cum, huh?’ and you’re going crazy, you’re so close, so fucking close. You respond breathlessly ‘Yes, please daddy I wanna cum so bad’

You feel his balls slapping against your cunt while he sets a ruthless pace and then you feel one of his hands going for your clit, rubbing it while he keeps pounding you from behind and opens that dirty mouth of his saying ‘Cum princess, cum all over my cock’ and that’s it, that’s when you hit your second orgasm of the night while being a moaning mess.

As soon as he feels you cumming, clenching like crazy around him, he feels his balls tightening ‘I’ll fill you up so good baby, I’m cumming fuck fuck fuck’ he keeps cursing as he shoots his cum into the condom with a few more sloppy thrusts until he slows down trying to come back from his own high while you both are out of breath

A few moments later, he pulls out slowly. You can’t help but to fall onto the mattress while he’s taking the condom off and throws it away to a trash can near the nightstand.

He falls right next to you, both of you sweating like hell and still recovering your breaths while you share a look and start chuckling, still none of you over the mind-blowing orgasms you just had

‘That was-’ you start saying but he interrupts you by saying ‘The best sex I ever had’ while panting and you can’t help but to laugh again. ‘Yes, it was indeed’ you say

When you both recover, he says ‘Um, you can take a shower if you want. I can give you some of my clothes to sleep with if you’d like’

Well, thank God he’s not the kind of asshole that sleeps with someone and throws them out immediately after the act – you think to yourself. You look at him and say ‘Yes, a shower sounds amazing right now. Thanks’ and then you give him a sweet peck on one of his cheeks that he returns with one of his beautiful, sweet smiles while caressing the side of your face.

You take a shower separately and by the time he’s finished with his, you’re all covered up on his bed wearing nothing but one of his long shirts and a pair of boxers that he gave you. He gets in the bed wearing only boxers and you just can’t help but to think – what a fine piece of art – he pecks you on your cheek and says ‘It was an amazing night with you, goodnight princess’ and you’re already dozing off when you say ‘It really was, goodnight to u too Minho’

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Next morning, you got up with the sound of Minho preparing both of you breakfast. You had a nice talk with him where you both got to know each other a little bit better. He told you all about his job being a lawyer, he’s working in one of the most important law firms in Seoul now. He surely knows what he wants in life and that’s something you really like about him.

You told him about your job as a Manager in the Finance team in this big multinational tech company that you’ve been working for 2 years now and that thankfully when you decided to move to South Korea there was an opening at the Seoul Office so you didn’t even have to look for a new job, you just switched positions from your native country base to South Korea’s. Which honestly it was a big relief for you. Not having to look for a new job made everything so much easier to you.

Since the moment that you got up and went over to the kitchen to encounter him, the conversation with Minho was totally natural. It wasn’t awkward at all. It felt nice. It felt fresh.

Before you leave, he made sure that you have exchanged numbers and you both promised to see each other soon. You waved him goodbye before by his door frame and while you were waiting for the elevator his hands turned you around and he gave you the sweetest and most passionate kiss ‘Sorry, I couldn’t help it, you’re so addictive, princess’ he says - and that’s when the elevator comes, and you hit him slowly in the arm saying ‘Stop it – you’re making me blush’ while he chuckles he says ‘You’re so cute when you get shy’

You enter the elevator and tell him ‘I’ll see u soon, thanks for the breakfast…and last night’ and he gets to respond before the doors close ‘I’ll be eagerly waiting to see u again, thank u princess’

You realize when the elevator opens its doors again that you’re smiling like an idiot – what a good night that was –

Once you get home, you take out your cellphone from your purse and realize you have 5 messages from your best friend all from last night

Chris bestie: what? Who? what guy are you leaving with? When did that happened?

Chris bestie: what about JK?? Did he do something bad to you??? You better tell me because I’ll kick his ass if he did

Chris bestie: Honestly, I never felt so happy to say that my best friend is finally getting a dick again

Chris bestie: If anything happens and you need me to pick you up, I’ll be one call away

Chris bestie: Use protection, bestie! Have a nice fuck! ;)

You can help but to laugh at his messages while you start replying

‘God, I didn’t even realize how much I missed having sex until now’

‘I’m home by the way, safe and sound. And to respond your various questions, I met this amazing guy while having a drink at the bar. Remember when I went to the bath? Before you ditched me? Well, on my way there I saw a blondie sucking on JK’s face… so, I guess he has a girlfriend that I didn’t know of and clearly we were wrong about him having some kind of interest in me, I got it all wrong :/’

‘I’m not complaining tho – I did felt like an idiot for a while - but, because of that I met Minho and had the most mind blowing orgasms so, the night didn’t suck at all, not at all :)’

Clearly your friend was expecting your messages because as soon as you sent them, you saw that he read them and started to type

Chris bestie: ‘I told you it’s good for your health having sex!!!’

Chris bestie: ‘JK and a blondie? Wtf? JK doesn’t have a girlfriend, at least not that I know of, and I already told you, I saw the way he was looking at you… I’m sure he likes you; I don’t know about the girlfriend thing but I’m sure that he likes you’

Chris bestie: ‘Oh my god, I’m getting déjà vu of all the times that I sent you messages after a hook up but now the tables have turned! Well done my friend!!’

Chris bestie: ‘by the way, is this the same blondie you saw with JK yesterday?’

You download the photo that your best friend sent you and immediately recognize the blondie girl that was sucking JK’s face last night

‘Yep, that’s the blondie’

‘Honestly, I don’t know if he has a girlfriend or not. I only know what I saw. And they were kissing’

Chris bestie: ‘I knew it. The blondie’s name is Lina. JK hooked up with her for a few months, they didn’t get to be official because JK found out that Lina was hooking up pretty much with anything that moved on the Earth at the same time she was with him – so he stopped being with her a few months ago’

‘Well, it seems like he has forgiven her because she had her tongue down his throat yesterday. Anyways, it sounds messy and complicated and honestly, the last thing I need right now it’s something complicated. I guess JK and I will be friends from now on… or something like that’

Chris bestie: ‘As far as I know, he despises her. I really don’t understand why he would be kissing her again. It’s weird’

Chris bestie: ‘But anyways, I’m happy you had a nice and orgasmic night. Are you gonna see this Minho guy again?’

Are you? – you thought to yourself – and then all the sudden JK’s face with that Lina girl came right at you – God, why the fuck you keep thinking about JK when you had this amazing night with an amazing guy??

Whatever relationship that JK has with that girl is none of your business. It would be the best to maintain your relationship with JK as friends – just friends – and maybe you should give Minho a chance, I mean… if he’s also interested of course.

And you start reminiscing last night with Minho and all that wonderful sex. Yes, you should give it a try with Minho definitely

‘Yes, I think I’ll see Minho again’ you respond to your friend with a smile on your face

‘I’ll go take a warm bath, talk to u later bestie’

You leave your phone charging and head to have a nice bubbly bath to relax for a bit while listening to some music. After a good half and hour of being on the bathtub, you dry yourself and check on your phone where you had 2 message notifications.

You thought that Chris was the one that texted you, but you saw Minho’s name on your screen, for a moment your heart skipped a beat and you quickly read it:

Minho: ‘Hey princess, just wanted to make sure you got home safely. And I also wanted to ask you something’

Minho: ‘Do you wanna have dinner with me tomorrow night?’

Excitement overflows in your body. Did he just ask you on a date? Oh my god, oh my gooooodd!!!

‘Hiii :) I got home safely, thank u for asking’

‘Of course, dinner sounds great. It’s a date’ you responded immediately, and then you start regretting the message you just sent ‘It’s a date’ - maybe he wasn’t inviting you like a date date, oh my god what if you scare him away? Ughhhh why do I over think everything? Since when am I this idiotic when it comes to guys? – and while you were busy mentally scolding yourself your phone vibrates and you see a new notification

Minho: ‘Cool. It’s a date :) I’ll pick u at 8PM then, see u princess’

You have a date. With Minho. OH MY GOOOOOOOD!

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Steddie Flower Shop / Tattoo Parlor AU

I still cannot believe the reception this has got! This is only my second fan work ever and I am so excited y’all are interested! Thank you so much for all the comments, likes, and reblogs! Here’s the awaited bar scene (unfortunately not at Murray’s)!

Updates are going to get a little longer since the action is starting to pick up! c:

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“Earth to Munson!” Chrissy said as she snapped her fingers in front of Eddie’s face after he had basically collapsed on the floor of the shop.

“Please leave me alone. I’m trying to leave the material plane so I don’t have to make up an excuse as to why I can’t get drinks with Steve and Robin.”

“Nope. We’re going. Robin texted me about it already,” Chrissy replied.

“Since when do you have Robin’s number?” Eddie asked. Eddie had barely interacted with her since she mostly stayed on Steve’s side of the street.

“Someone has to have sense when you and Steve are involved.”

“Chrissy I swear to god if you have ratted me out–” Eddie started.

“Chill. I haven’t said a word about your weird thing where you won’t ask out a guy who literally has a pride flag in his shop window because you’re worried he’s straight,” Chrissy said. This was a well worn argument between the two of them. Eddie wouldn’t admit to Chrissy that it was easier to put Steve in his straight + unattainable file than deal with the little floaty feeling he gets every time Harrington trots into the flower shop. “Also, just quick question, why did Steve leave with like way fancier flowers than he pays for?”

“You don’t know shit about flowers, Cunningham,” Eddie grumbled.

“I resent that. I have been studying,” Chrissy answered. “But you know what I do know about, Munson, our pricing model.”

“I will fire you”

“You wouldn’t know how.”

“Ugh. Fine. Why do we have to go hang out with the hipsters again?” Eddie asked.

“Because. You need more friends. It’ll be good for you. Think of it like a cultural exchange program,” Chrissy said as she finished organizing the work bench with tomorrow’s orders. “And I’m not letting you put us in the red because you can’t flirt with your words and give the pretty boy you like our expensive shit.”

Eddie would have liked to argue. He would have liked to push back and say “oh, no Chrissy, that’s not at all what happened” but that was basically exactly what happened. Of course Eddie had known that Steve’s shop had officially been open for a month. Eddie might not know how to fire nosy coworkers but he did know how long Harrington had been picking up orders. It had taken a while for the tattoo parlor to open up after Eddie first spied the pretentious couch. Eddie wasn’t sure why Steve had decided to open in January in the middle of the worst of Chicago’s winter but it seemed to be working for him.

“Alright, we are done for the day but we are taking you upstairs and finding you a better shirt first, kid,” Chrissy said as she pulled Eddie off the floor and dragged him up the stairs to his apartment.

“What’s wrong with this?” Eddie gestured to his worn in De Lucas’ shirt and his lined jean jacket.

“Just trust me on this,” Chrissy answered as she flung out a white undershirt and one of Eddie’s well loved flannels.

“We aren’t going anywhere fancy, I was just going to take them to the Hideout,” Eddie mumbled as he pulled on the offered clothing.

“Don’t want to take them to Murray’s after he totally clocked you for being lovestruck?” Chrissy asked.

“I thought we agreed we weren’t talking about that.”

“Your loss. Murray would probably get Steve to make a move.”

“At the expense of my sanity, Chrissy,” Eddie pointed out. “Let’s go get this over with then.” Eddie and Chrissy grabbed their winter coats and braved the Chicago winter.

They made it over to Steve’s shop and knocked on the door. Robin opened the door and Eddie stepped into the shop for the first time. Eddie didn’t know what he was expecting. The shop had plenty of windows and natural light but they were set above street level so Eddie hadn’t really seen any of the interior. It weirdly reminded him of how Mrs. De Lucas kept the apartment before they moved out of town. Eddie did scoff a bit at the ridiculous green velvet couch but it did look at home in the living room-esque waiting area. There were plants absolutely everywhere and Eddie noticed his flower arrangement sitting front and center at the reception desk. Eddie also saw that Steve had set out some of the De Lucas’ Flowers cards Chrissy had made up near the vase and was a little taken aback by the gesture.

“Hey guys! Steve’s wrapping up but we can hang out here until he’s done,” Robin said. “Do y’all want a water or something?”

“I’m okay,” Chrissy answered.

“Eddie?” Robin asked.

“Huh? Oh, no I’m fine, thanks,” Eddie was a little lost in thought looking through Steve’s space. He busied himself flipping through the records on the shelf. They were all super mellow, pretty much the polar opposite to what Eddie played at his shop. Eddie’s musings were interrupted by a firm hand on his shoulder.

“I dunno if you’ll find anything you like in there,” Steve laughed and Eddie was very startled at having Steve so close all of a sudden.

“You don’t know everything about me, Harrington,” Eddie answered.

“I dunno, I think he’s got you on that one,” Chrissy added from the couch where she and Robin are hunched over Robin’s phone.

“Helpful, Chris,” Eddie glared back.

“Ready to blow this popsicle stand,” Steve asked. “Lead the way, Munson.”

The Hideout was a couple blocks from their shops. It was a bar Eddie and the band had played at a few times. It was mostly just a dive bar with a couple of dart boards but the drinks were cheap and that was all that really mattered. The group was thankful for the blast of hot air after the chilly walk and piled into a booth towards the back of the bar. Robin and Chrissy went to grab the first round leaving behind Steve and Eddie and a mountain of winter gear. After several long moments of Eddie trying to look anywhere but Steve’s general vicinity, Steve piped up.

“Do you and Chrissy have plans for Valentine’s Day?”

Eddie must have looked at Steve like he was speaking a foreign language because Steve quickly added, “I mean, like at the shop, you know, flowers, Valentine’s Day, cupid, please stop me if any of this is sounding familiar.”

“Oh, uh, yeah, I mean, it’s definitely busy but usually it’s worth it. People tend to buy nicer flowers this time of year,” Eddie answered as Robin and Chrissy thankfully returned.

“A toast!” Robin exclaimed. “To Steve!”

“Steve!” Chrissy answered and raised her glass.

“Congrats, big boy,” Eddie looked across at Steve a little longer than strictly necessary to cheers, but he selfishly liked seeing Steve’s cheeks pink slightly when Eddie used that particular endearment.

“Speech!” Robin called.

“Robs, you said you wouldn’t be a dick.”

“Steven. I said I wouldn’t be a dick about a very specific thing. Not that I wouldn’t celebrate your shop.” Robin answered.

Eddie gave Chrissy a look that he hoped conveyed how very strange he found this interaction. She kicked his shin.

“Fine, no speech. Maybe at our next month’s celebration,” Robin joked.

“This is becoming a regular thing?” Eddie said. Steve looked a little strange at that but maybe that was because of whatever weird thing was going on between him and Robin.

“I mean, Chrissy and I can hang out on our own but we’ll probably end up just talking about you two,” Robin said while giving Steve a pretty intense side eye.

“Nope, not happening” Steve said as Eddie let out an equally exasperated “Chris, you better not.” Eddie took a long drink of his whiskey and avoided looking across the table.

“Then I guess this is becoming a regular thing, kids,” Robin said.

“Cheers to that,” Chrissy responded.

Eddie was very concerned how close these two had apparently gotten. He was fairly comfortable that Chrissy wouldn’t betray his trust but she was also quite the schemer. The rest of the (apparently now monthly) happy hour passed without incident. Robin and Chrissy carried most of the conversation with Eddie and Steve chiming in every once in a while but they both let the girls lead the rest of the evening. It was companionable and Eddie found by the end of the night he wasn’t particularly upset about agreeing to a monthly hang. The duos parted ways back at their respective shops and Eddie felt warm in a way he was going to attribute to alcohol and not the fond way Steve waved goodbye.

***

Again, y’all have been unreal. Please keep telling me what y’all are most excited to see! I’m trying to post in real time now that things are getting close to Valentine’s Day in both my worlds (lol). That being said I think once I get the main story finished I’ll do some shorter “extras” if people are interested! Let me know if you want to be removed or added from the taglist! (and please let me know if i missed someone! It wasn’t intentional at all and I am very new to all of this!)

Part 6 now available here!

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The Profit & Love Statement » Pt. 23

↠ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

↠ Genre: Fluff, Comedy, Angst

↳ 4.1k / CEO AU

↠ Summary: Through hours of endless training and hard work, Kim Seokjin is finally the CEO of Kim Electronics. He has everything at his hands - status, money, power. He owes it all to you, his rigid and sarcastic mentor who overseed his entire training. But as he steps into the shoes of becoming the CEO, he can only wonder what it means for your relationship now.

↠ Last Update (Epilogue): Friday, December 1 (series masterpost here)

You have never felt so out of place.

There’s business and businesswoman everywhere, dressed in professional suits and dresses. The venue is enormous and it’s coupled with marble floors and walls, a giant crystal chandelier dangling above your head. The area is running rampant with waiters and waitresses, who are walking around with trays full of glasses of champagne – one of which you gladly take.

Among them, the man who stands beside you has a tall silhouette that is enveloped sharply within a dark blue suit. There’s a pair of thick glasses resting on the rim of his nose, his hair gelled and coming over to frame his face.

He looks incredibly dapper, but it’s not really reassuring in the least.

You attempt to smile, but hiss underneath your breath.

“You know, this isn’t what I had in mind when you wanted to go out on another date!”

“I didn’t know they changed the day!” He retorts in defense, before quickly smiling at an executive that walks by.

You purse your lips, a heavy sigh leaving them.

“Jin, I stick out like a sore thumb.”

To be completely fair, you knew how important this party was going to be. It was meant to be the official introduction of Jin as the CEO of Kim Electronics to the world, in which he would have to meet and interact with important higher-ups and showcase all that he is.

However, when he had informed you about it, you thought you had more time to prepare for this party. But the invitation came much faster than expected, and before you knew it, Jin had dragged you here with him last minute.

Which resulted in you having to borrow one of Miyeon’s elegant long silk dresses, the shade being a royal blue that matches perfectly with his suit.

However, as gorgeous as it was – it was not something you would wear yourself. The fabric was longer than your preferred length, the material loose and dragging too much, making you feel uncomfortable the more it was on you.

Combined with an environment that practically screamed rich people club, you can’t help but feel a little misplaced.

Jin clutches onto your hand, his face inches away from yours.

“No, you don’t.” His voice softens, “You’re here with me, and you look beautiful in that dress.”

You flush, staring at him for a moment before–

“Okay…” His words got to you, “I’ll try to go along with it all.”

You eye him intently, “Only because you look handsome today.”

“I’m always handsome.” He cheekily winks, and you roll your eyes.

You let him guide you around, taking in the fact that you could recognize some higher-ups from the company, while being completely unfamiliar with some others.

And yet, everybody seems to know who he is.

“CEO Kim.” An older man mutters, walking over to Jin and reaching out his hand. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

“Likewise, Chairman. I’ve heard a lot about you from my father.”

“And who would you be?” He gestures to you with intrigue and you harshly swallow.

That was another thing – if this was Jin’s official introduction as CEO to the world, then this is the world’s official introduction to who you are.

Glancing at your unease, Jin is quick to step in.

“This is my girlfriend, Y/N.”

His hand is on your back and you’re startled, unsure of how to conduct yourself. “N-Nice to meet you.”

He shakes your hand and you instantly paint on a professional smile. He turns to Jin, proceeding to ask him questions about the company and you let out a low exhale, letting your eyes wander and scan around the area.

You’ve been in the field of business for a long time, having both studied it and worked with it. But you couldn’t understand why Jin was so keen on bringing you with him, or why he seemed so on edge since the moment you had arrived.

It looks like you have your answer.

The setting is too grand, and it’s as if there’s a spotlight everywhere you go. People haven’t spoken to you, but have judged you tenfold already. Their gazes are not only glued to every single one of Jin’s movements, but to your own as well.

It’s almost like you’ve been thrown into a different world.

Which you have been – not your world, but Jin’s world.

“The blue looks incredible on you.”

You spin around at the familiar voice, relief flooding you at Miyeon’s smile.

“Thanks, I hoped I didn’t look weird in it.” You mutter timidly under the attention.

“You look great, Y/N.”

You softly smile and she gently holds your hands, voice dropping down a tone.

“It’s a lot, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.” You breathe out, before whispering, “There’s just so many people…”

“ –and you feel like they’re always watching your every move.” She concludes, “It was one of the things I had to get used to after getting married to my husband.”

You hum, “It’s nice that you came though, I’m sure Jin really appreciates it.”

You glance in his direction, watching him converse with the same man until his eyes wander briefly. They land straight onto you, relief filling him at seeing you with Miyeon before he resumes back into the conversation.

“Tsk, they’re all so business minded.” She jokingly remarks and you chuckle at that.

“They’re all very intelligent too.” A man strides behind her and you recognize him as Seokjung, Jin’s older brother.

“Sure, they are.” Miyeon jokes and he laughs, gaze landing on you.

“We meet again, Y/N.” Seokjung reaches his hand out and you gladly shake it, “I’m sure meeting in this location is sort of odd.”

His words draw you back to when you were at their home, eating breakfast at the very same table as them. Back then you were naive about your romantic relationship with Jin – practically being non-existent when he had insisted you pretend to be his girlfriend, a role you never thought you’d actually fulfil one day.

Your brows snap together, “Actually, it’s definitely much different from last time…” An uneasy laugh leaves you, “–you see, me and Jin weren’t technically together back then.”

Miyeon sharply turns around, “What?”

“It’s kind of…complicated.” You chuckle as both Seokjung and Miyeon stare at you with wide eyes, “We started off having a mentor and mentee relationship, but then became friends along the way and now we’re here.”

You warmly smile and Miyeon shakes her head, “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry, Y/N! I didn’t realize you weren’t together–”

“It’s okay.” You wave it off with a grin, “In a way, you did predict the future for us.”

She chuckles, “That’s true.”

“It’s also great that you’re together now.” Seokjung remarks, softly smiling at you. You watch as he glances at Jin from the corner of his eyes.

It’s not hard to decipher the bright look in them, sheer pride shining through.

“He’s doing a really good job.” He says quietly to Miyeon, but you catch on.

“He is.” She replies.

“Say…” You begin, capturing both of their attentions. Now that they were here and you were with Jin, the question that had been lingering within the bottom of your mind arises.

“Jin explained to me that your father chose him to be CEO.” You turn to Seokjung, curiosity swirling deep in your orbs, “But what I couldn’t understand was why you didn’t want to be.”

He appears taken aback at your blunt question, but then the corner of his mouth quirks up.

“I worked at the company too through an internship, just like Jin.” He explains, “My father was Vice President at the time, and the two of us were just looking for permanent positions at first, nothing else.”

You hum and he continues, “I liked working there, and the job I have now is similar to it, but I don’t know…I think part of me always saw Jin stepping up to become the CEO.”

His attentive response catches you off guard.

“Really?”

Seokjung nods, “Jin had all the right qualities, and our father immediately noticed.” He gestures to you, “You’ve probably seen how he works. He has potential, but only if he takes things seriously and actually believes in himself.”

You nod, aware of it all – from Jin's tendencies to compare himself to the man before you, deeming him more capable and better in many ways, to his plunging doubt that would arise suddenly and just take over.

It makes you want to smile, a warm feeling spreading through your chest at the acknowledgement that his brother didn’t back away because of his father’s choice, but rather because he had full confidence in Jin's abilities of becoming the future CEO.

He lets out a chuckle, pointing to his younger brother. “Though I doubt it’s even a problem anymore.”

He gestures to the man, who’s currently engaged with speaking eloquently to the several businessmen surrounding him. Long gone is the reckless intern, now replaced with a confident and serious CEO of Kim Electronics.

An affectionate smile blooms on your lips.

Soon, dinner is being served.

Waiters set up the long tables for the buffet style and begin guiding guests to tables. You had watched as Jin had spoken to several influential figures, all keenly interested in getting to know the new CEO. Typically, you had opted to timidly just stand to the side, but he would place his hand on your back, introducing you and including you into the conversations.

It makes a smile tugs on you, his efforts making you feel less like a fish out of water.

However, as the two of you attempt to filter the crowds of people to find your table, the murmurs near you suddenly rise.

There’s a tall older man that enters, sharing the same smile and wide eyes as Jin. The woman with him is of a similar age, features delicate and nearly identical to his.

Your irises round at the appearance of his parents.

And it’s something he recognizes as well, stiffening in your hold.

“Hey,” You whisper, thrown off by his reaction, “Everything okay?”

He gulps, clearing his throat.

“Y-Yeah, everything’s okay.”

“Are you sure?” You press forward, not convinced from either his demeanor or answer.

He doesn’t respond to you, and instead averts his eyes down. It’s not until they draw closer that he abruptly scrambles up, leaving entirely with a quick ‘Excuse me’.

You watch his backside disappear, “Well, hello there.”

Turning around, his mother strolls over to you, accompanied by his father. You immediately regard them, erasing all hints of distress from your expression.

“It’s nice to see you again.” She smiles and his father squints, attempting to recall ever meeting you.

His wife chides him, “It’s her. Y/N, remember?”

The man's eyes flicker, “Oh yes, Y/N.” He chuckles, “How could I forget? Jin talks about you all the time, Y/N. From how you trained him, to how talented and hard-working you are.”

“Thank you for supporting him.” His mother places a hand on your arm, “I feel so fortunate he now has someone like you by his side.”

“O-Of course…” You fidget, growing bashful underneath all the praises and affectionate stares.

But at the mention of their son, you become vigilant. “I’ll just be back, I have to…uh, use the restroom!”

They both nod, buying your excuse immediately.

You spin on your heels.

***

The elegant blue dress is bunched and hiked up within your hands.

Your frantic eyes dart around, attempting to locate the man whose suit matches you. Thankfully, it doesn’t take long to find him at the front of the venue, his strides fast and long.

“Jin!” You call out, “Wait–”

One of your heels slots against the marble ground and you scowl, attempting to get it back into your foot amongst all the blue fabric. You can barely see across all the silk and it’s a fact someone else acknowledges too.

Jin leans down, carefully removing the shoe before placing it in front of your feet. You balance yourself with his hand, wiggling your foot back in.

A loud sigh escapes you, “I still don’t know how Miyeon wears this dress.”

He softly chuckles at that, but your gaze latches onto him.

“What happened?” You probe.

He bites his bottom lip, “Nothing happened.”

“Jin, you just bolted out of the room.” You state, “Something happened.”

He sighs, finding it impossible to hide from you.

“It’s not a big deal, just–” He squeezes his eyes shut, “This is the first time they’re seeing me as CEO at a formal event and I, well, never told them….”

“Told them what?”

“About my restaurant.” He finally answers, “My plans, the work all of you put in, Namjoon’s involvement…nothing.”

You stare at him puzzled and he slowly walks over, bringing over a nearby cushion for you to sit down on.

You do so after a moment, but the feeling doesn’t leave you.

“Why would you not tell them?” You quietly utter.

He was CEO now. He not only completed his father’s wishes, but showcased his own abilities and stepped up to the role.

Why was there a need to hide?

“I-I don’t know!” He enunciates sharply, shaking his head, “I could barely face them when I got let go at the internship, how am I supposed to tell them I opened a whole restaurant when I just became CEO?”

Silence lingers and he shifts uncomfortably, like he wasn’t expecting to be talking about this. But he’s here now, and knowing everything you know about him, you know running away isn’t an option for him anymore.

And based on prior experience, it means you have to push against him.

“Well, I think you’re wrong.” You stand up, crossing your arms. “You should tell them.”

His gaze snaps up at you, frustration tinged in his words.

“Shouldn’t you agree with me in these moments?” He scoffs, “Like I don’t know, call me handsome or something to make me feel better.”

You cock a brow up. “Now would that seriously make you feel better?”

He sighs, tension running deep in his forms.

“Listen to me.”

Although it’s obvious he’s annoyed, he obliges.

“When Yuna first came up during dinner and told me she wanted to act, I could barely understand why.”

Surprise is reflected in his features, “–But she persisted, insisting that should the chance ever come up, I should come see her. So I tried to be enthusiastic and guess what? I realized I was wrong, that I made a judgement without knowing what Yuna was capable of.”

He knows where this is going and you persist, “Your parents actually know who you are now, they wanted you to become CEO because they saw potential in you and you proved it to them. But you have to stop hiding and running away.”

You press on, “This restaurant was your dream, but now it’s a reality too and you have to protect it.”

He pursues his lips, deeply considering your words.

“And besides,” A small smile tugs at your lips, “There’s nothing my extremely handsome boyfriend can’t do.”

You almost want to laugh, watching Jin’s eyes practically shine, like you’ve resurrected him. Thankfully, it serves as his last bout of much needed confidence.

You watch from afar as he strides towards his parents, anxiety running deep on his expression. His father grins at his arrival, patting him on the back as his mother’s irises light up. You continue to watch as he frantically mumbles, ears tinting red and appearing nothing like the confident CEO he is.

“I-I have a restaurant. It’s something I’ve been planning for a while and I understand you want me to be CEO–” He sucks in an inhale, “But this is something I also want to do, I–” He pauses, “I just hope you’re not disappointed.”

At his words, his father stills and his mother’s face is blank. A twisting sensation churns in your own stomach.

“Disappointed?” His mother wonders, “Why would you think that?”

“Seokjin,” His father places a hand on his shoulder, “If anything, we’re tremendously proud of you.”

His eyes round and his mother smiles, “We were just talking to your Aunt about your progress and telling him how wonderfully you’ve excelled at being CEO.” She chuckles, “Do you know how proud we felt?”

He feels it – a weight lifting on his shoulders that didn’t even realize had been there all this time. Tears sting his eyes and the sensation is so close to overwhelming him, a thought running deep into the confines of his mind.

He finally feels like he’s enough.

“It’s not going to be easy.” His father seriously states, “You have the duties of CEO to tend to now, and you’ll be busier than ever.”

Jin slowly nods, “But after seeing all that you’ve done son, I know this restaurant of yours will be as equally as amazing as you are.”

The older man doesn’t have the chance to say anything more. Jin throws himself onto him, drawing a hearty chuckle out of the former as he hugs his son back.

His mother fondly watches the two, her gaze lifting and glancing around. She finds you situated from afar, watching the entire interaction with soft eyes.

There’s a warm smile on her lips and you return it.

Jin whirls back to the front of the venue, head feeling light and shoulders hiked up high. He feels like a new person, ready for anything that comes his way.

Passing higher-ups take curious glances at the man, watching him exclude natural confidence as he glides along the hallway.

“How was it?”

He finds you leaned against the same cushion, holding a small knowing smile.

There’s no immediate response – he takes two strides closer and instantly finds your lips. It completely catches you off guard, and you nearly stumble, but he’s quick to catch you and wraps his arms around your waist.

He’s so close you can hear his own thudding heartbeat against your own, heat rising to your cheeks. He kisses you with so much vigor, your lips feeling swollen when you part from him.

“I did it.” He gasps out, like he was still processing it.

A small chuckle leaves you, “You did it.”

“I did it.” He shakes his head, “I feel so much better, oh my god–”

He looks like he’s going to collapse onto the floor and you laugh, holding onto his shoulder.

“You can’t pass out here! We haven’t even had dinner yet.” You point out and he chuckles within your grasp, reaching out to lace his hand with yours.

“Then what are we waiting for?” He brings you closer to him.

You deadpan, “My boyfriend’s revelation to be over.”

“Your handsome boyfriend’s revelation.” He corrects.

You wrinkle your nose, “I don’t know, he’s got a bit of an ego problem.”

“Well, at least he knows how to have fun.” He quips, “Maybe you should take notes.”

You drop your mouth down in offense and he playfully laughs, the familiar squeakiness echoing off the walls.

Walking hand in hand with him, you re-enter the venue.

***

The rest of your evening consists of finally stuffing your empty stomach with food and watching your CEO boyfriend greet everyone on a grand stage.

Jin doesn’t seem fazed when he’s called up, despite telling you beforehand that he was nervous to be speaking in front of so many. He rises from his chair, poise in his actions.

Regardless, you send him a quick thumbs up and he grins at it.

He introduces himself as CEO Kim Seokjin to everyone, explaining his takeover of the company after his father had stepped down. He discusses the company's recent work surrounding the product and the new launch that is being planned. He goes on to promise that although he isn’t able to manage the company the way his father did, he would put his sincerest efforts forward for the progression and management of the company.

Everyone claps after his speech – including his parents, Seokjung and Miyeon, and of course, you.

Seeing him rise, step into his own as CEO and grow so much, makes you swell with pride.

You couldn’t have been prouder.

After he steps down from the podium, he joins you with his family and observes more higher-ups go up with their speeches. Yet nearby eyes are glued to him, whispers and murmurs of the great potential the future CEO seems to have.

Jin takes it all in, not missing the times the same voices had deemed him incapable.

You chuckle, “It’s kind of late.”

“It’s never late.” Jin points out, unlocking the empty shop. The door opens wide and there’s instantly a breeze of dust, resulting in both of you to break out into coughs.

After the party was over, Jin and you had bid the majority of the guests and his family adieu. It was long past hours into the night and you could tell the constant attention was a bit much, something that Jin had wholeheartedly agreed when he offered that both of you could leave.

However, he wanted to make one final pit stop for the night.

You hold up your flowing dress in your hands, gazing around the empty shop for the restaurant.

Jin waves some dust away, “It definitely needs to be remodeled, but I’m going to consult some of the decorators you had for me.”

You hum, “Thank Taehyung. He’s got a ridiculous amount of contacts.”

He smiles, bringing over a small table put off to the side into the center. Striding over to the stacked chairs, he places them each on opposite ends of the table.

Bringing your chair out, he gestures for you to sit down.

“What a gentleman.” You remark and he seats himself.

“I know, right?”

You both smile, and your gaze drifts. “I can’t wait to see what you do with it, it’s going to look incredible.”

“And what about you?” He leans forward, “What does the future entail for you?”

You softly smile, “I may have gotten my promotion, but my eyes are still on that Manager’s chair.”

“You’ll do it.” Jin grins, “Like have you seen yourself? It’ll be their loss not to make you one.”

“Oh my god, stop.” You flush at the sudden compliments and he laughs, squeakiness accompanying it.

A comfortable silence falls, the sounds of nearby traffic echoing through the four empty walls.

Jin clears his throat first.

“What about…us?”

You spin your head, not expecting that question. “What about us? We’re together.”

“Even moving forward? Into the future?” He ponders, deep in thought.

“I don’t know,” You lean back, crossing your arms, “You ended up taking me to an empty shop to spend time together so I guess it’s not looking too bright.”

He rolls his eyes and you grin, “I’m being serious.”

“I know.” You softly say, reaching over to clasp his hand, “No matter what the future brings us, I’ll always stay by your side.”

His smile is warm, tenderness radiating in his eyes.

And of course, you can’t help yourself. “Besides, my boyfriend’s the CEO and super handsome. Sounds like a great deal to me.”

He snorts, “You make it sound like you’re with me just for the profit.”

“Not just profit, but also love.” You softly respond, “A lot of it has to do with the fact that I love you.”

A deep silence echoes.

You blink, the realization of what had slipped by you sinking in. Glancing up, Jin’s eyes are as wide as you have ever seen them.

“W-What did you just say?” He sharply inhales, leaning closer to you.

The shock starts to dissipate and it’s instead replaced with a tender smile.

“I love you.” You repeat, but then he moves and pulls you close.

Brushing his lips against yours, you melt into his kiss, basking in the warmth he radiates.

“I love you, too.”

You let out a giggle at his proclamation, butterflies blooming within your chest. He interlaces your hands together, the gesture feeling far more intimate as the evening moonlight pours into the shop, casting over your silhouettes.

There is no place you’d rather be at, other than right by his side.

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