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wosoamazing · 7 months ago

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Team Bonding Night

Part 5 - Fire on Fire Series A/N: I do have up to chapter 14ish of this pre-planned however if anyone has anything they might want to see in it please let me know and I will try to include it in here somewhere, if I don't already have it included.

Tonight was team bonding night and you decided that you would start the year right and offer to hold the first team bonding of the year. Stina and Frida came over and helped you set up. It was decided there would be a few games of pool before a movie. As all the girls arrived there were plenty of comments about how fancy your place was and how your parents must be rich, they were all light hearted and really just jokes but unbeknownst to everyone they all hit a nerve, but you had prepared for this and so you just ignored it, knowing that the girls meant nothing.

You had just performed the break shot for the last game of the night when Leah came up behind you, wrapping her arms around your waist as she rested her chin on your shoulder. You were almost expecting a comment from someone or even at least a look from Beth, who kept teasing you about ‘your very close friendship with Leah’, at Leah’s actions however no one batted an eyelid. But it was most likely because Leah was known for her hugs and hugging people, so much so that it didn’t even surprise you when she did it.

“Hello,” you said as she turned her head so it rested on your shoulder, “as much as I appreciate this it’s almost my turn again,” you informed her, she just hummed before letting you go.

The pool game was coming to an end, with Katie and Caitlin having two remaining balls to sink whilst you and Steph were now trying to sink the 8-ball, so Stina decided to start setting up for the movie, opening the door to the gym to get the bean bags.

“Holy Crap, how do you have so many trophies and medals?” Alessia let out, announcing the fact to the whole team, causing you to wish that you could just vanish right there and then, not even thinking about the fact everyone would see them, whilst you were getting ready, to be fair Alessia wasn’t over reacting, you had a large amount of Trophies. With at least one trophy for every football season, and at least two medals per season, plus an assortment of Track & Field and Cross Country trophies and medals, the collection grew pretty quickly.

“Where are they all from?” Kyra asked in awe, “Well school gave us them, if you scored the most goals, and then each season we got medals, and all the cross country and Track ones are school, and then obviously club football too,”

“You got medals and trophies for sport? Like regularly,” “Yeah, at awards nights, we got them for academic stuff too,”

“See that’s what happens when you go to a School like Melbourne Grammar, you’ve got to sit through the several hours long assemblies regularly.” Steph joked, it was something you always complained about to her.

“Isn’t Melbourne Grammar Expensive? Wait but is it true that your parents are also totally rich?” Katie asked, you just slightly nodded as you saw Leah’s eye widen from across the room at the mention of your parents, thankfully Beth diverted the conversation without anyone returning to the topic.

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You were sitting on the couch next to Leah as you all watched a movie. At some point Leah’s arm migrated to be around your back with her hand resting on your waist and you had dropped your head to rest on her shoulder.

“You must’ve had a good childhood,” Katie said as she looked around at the photos of you on the wall, you grinning in almost every single one, your Aunt’s by your side for a lot of them. However you hadn’t noticed she was looking at the photos and you thought that she was still on about the whole money thing, but not wanting to make a big deal you didn’t want to say much, so you settled with a simple “sure,” sounding a little annoyed.

“Oh did you never get a pony,” her joke sent you over the edge and so you snapped, you felt Leah’s hand grip onto your wrist as you stood up encouraging you not to do so, but you just ripped your arm from her grip.

“No Katie. I got a Pony. I’m just an embarrassment to the family according to my parents. I was told that football didn't matter, that the thing I was best at and loved was pointless and never going to happen as the family reputation needed to be upheld. I missed my first ever national camp, because I wasn't allowed to go, because it would’ve meant I would miss too much school, and CEOs, CFOs, doctors, professors or board members don’t take days off school. I have never made my parents proud, the more milestones I reach in my career, the more successful I am the more I become a failure to them. So yes, I did have money, and I thankfully had two very kind hearted women who made up for the fact I didn’t have parents, but my life wasn’t and will never be pure rainbows and sunshine,” you felt tears well up in your eyes as you suddenly realised you had just revealed a major part of your past to not just Katie but the whole team, you felt all eyes in the room on you, you couldn’t stay, you felt like the dam would break soon and you couldn’t embarrass yourself further in front of the team, so you got up, you left the room and headed towards the stairs, not knowing what else to do.

You slid down the wall of the spare bedroom upstairs as you dropped your head, holding it in your hands as you began to cry.

Stina had followed you and she quickly came to sit by your side, pulling you into her side.

“I can’t believe I did that, I just, jag bara. Jag tänkte inte och nu vet de alla. Tänk om-” (I just. I didn’t think and now they all know. What if-)

“Y/N/N andetag, ta några djupa andetag” (breath, take some deep breaths), Stina instructed you as she placed her hands on your shoulders, shifting to be kneeling in front of you.

A light knock was heard from the door and Beth and Steph popped their heads around the corner, “Oh sorry, we just thought you might want some water,” Stina nodded her head and they came in, placing the water on the floor next to you.

“Tack,” (thank you) you replied forgetting you weren’t talking to Stina anymore, “Sorry, thank you,” both women nodded and smiled before turning around to head out.

“Will Katie hate me now?” you ask no one specifically, causing the two women to turn around again.

“Y/N, no she won't, if anything I think she feels bad and is worried you won’t like her anymore.” Beth said and you nodded softly.

“Is everyone still downstairs?” You questioned, “No, Leah is letting them all out,” Steph told you nodded as you relaxed a little again, “I should probably go, Kyra will be waiting for me,” “yeah, Viv will be waiting for me,” “I think I’m taking Frida home, unless you want us to stay,” “No, its okay, I should go see if Leah is still here and apologise to her,” as you walked down the stairs you saw Leah standing in the middle of the living room fiddling with her wrist, you walked up to her.

“I’m sorry, did I hurt you?” You asked and she wrapped her arms around you, to give you a hug.

“No, it’s okay, you didn’t, but I’m sorry for not letting you speak up, I know she was only joking but it still wasn't right.” she said as she tried to pull back, “as much as I would love to stay and talk I think Lia is waiting for me in the car,” you let go of the hug as your mood slightly dropped “oh,” you said taking a step back, “come over for breakfast tomorrow?” “of course” she replied smiling and you returned the smile before she let herself out.

“So,” Steph said as she walked into the room, “That was,” Beth followed, dragging out as she couldn’t find the right word, “Palpable,” Stina said, assisting Beth.

“Please don’t I’ve already told you we’re just friends,”

“Okay,” they all replied with a raised eyebrow before hugging you and saying their goodbyes.

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You were sitting at the kitchen island next to Leah as you ate breakfast when the doorbell rang.

“Oh, I’ll go get that, don’t you dare eat any more of my food,” you looked at her and she smirked, “Leah, don’t,” you instructed her again as you opened the door.

“Oh Katie, hi,” your words were enough for Leah to get up out of her chair and come over to where you were at the door.

“Erm, hi,” the Irish woman said, “I just wanted to apologise for last night, I erm, I shouldn’t hav-” “It’s okay Katie, you couldn’t have known and I’m sorry for snapping at you, I, well some stuff is going on with my family, more my parents currently, so it’s just something that is currently a sensitive topic, usually it doesn’t bug me,” you cut her off, “Erm, okay yeah, sorry,” she said still kind of awkwardly, “It’s okay,” you reminded her as you pulled her in for a hug, “you’re welcome to join us for breakfast if you want.”

Katie took you up on your offer and so you, Leah and her all had breakfast together before driving to training.

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romanarose · 8 months ago

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Oscar Issac/Pedro Pascal Fan Art and Fiction Pride Event 2024

Hello friends!

Let's try this again and I'll try to be more clear to not invoke discourse. That being said, it is *my* event and if you'd like to run one a certain way, go nuts. However, this is how I'm doing it.

I had a lot of fun doing Dead Dove December and the Triple Frontier Anniversary Event so I decided I wanted to do an event for pride this year! I know it seems far away right now, especially given how many of us in north America are still cold af, but I wanna give everyone time!

Each week of pride will have a theme to write or draw for (you don't have to do all of them! Think of it like kinktober.) at the end, I will put out a masterlist (or multiple depending how many)so we can all share each other's work.

Why?

Oscar Isaac and Pedro Pascal are both allies to LGBT people, Pedro having played multiple queer rolls and having likened his sexuality to that of Prince Oberyn. Despite none of the characters being canon queer, Triple Frontier specifically lends itself to queer stories. Recently, theres been a rise in stories of Oscar characters in relationships or Pedro characters in relationships which I love.

What I'd really like to do is encourage people to think past x fem!reader or canon presentation of characters. I want to encourage gay, lesbian, bisexual relationships, trans readers, trans interpretations of characters etc. More content guidelines will be in the what section.

Where?

Primarily tumblr.com, our very own shithole hellsight. However, especially given tumblr's censorship vs. twitter, I am encouraging posting on twitter or wherever you'd like. If you post something elsewhere, send me a link or send me a post you made about it on tumblr and I'll promote the link.

Additionally if you only write on ao3, I'd love for you to participate too! Once again, just send the link!

When?

in order to do the week by week themes and hold all of June, there will be 6 weeks from May 26th-July 6th

Each week will have themes. I won't be policing the weeks and these so if you do the 1st week on july 3rd, that's fine. The themes are keeping in mind both artists and writers. I only got one artist for DDD, a great piece and I've love to see more! Ideas are just for spit balling, do your own take!

May 26th-June 1st: Coming out. Ideas: Coming out to family, lover, friend. Finding gender affirming clothes/hair, first pride

June 2nd-8th: Transitioning Ideas: Surgary, surgery scars, starting T or E, binding (safely!!!)

June 9th-15th: Sex/kissing First time together, first time with certain biology or the same sex, sweet kisses, smut showing scars,

June 16th-22nd: Food, fashion, fun

All things queer culture and culture of different religions, racial or country backgrounds, queer fashion, gender affirming clothes, Keshet (קשת), listening to Lady Gaga or Bruce Springsteen, watching a queer movie

June 23rd-29th: Struggles Rejection, reconciling faith and identity, missing family that rejected one, comfort, candlelight vigil, day of remembrance.

June 30th- July 6th:Strength Asserting ones or a partner/friend/family's pronouns, standing up against hate, being loudly and proudly yourself, pride events

Who?

Writers and artists in any form are welcome. I also want to encourage working with each other, writers and artists together!

For characters: Any Oscar Isaac or Pedro Pascal character has to at least be in the relationship. Other characters in universes can be done, such as FishBen.

Reader can be anyone, just properly tag! If you want to come out to Marc Spector as bisexual, do it!!! If you want Joel to take care of you after top surgery, do it!

YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE QUEER TO PARTICIPATE!

However! Please do your research if writing or drawing an identity not yours. There are trans, nonbinary, gay, lebian etc bloggers all over tumblr who write about their experience, please divert to first person testimonies rather than assumptions.

What?

A few rules

MUST contain more than male character x fem!reader. Male character x fem!reader x male character does not count unless the two male characters are romantically or sexually involved or one or the reader is trans. Any Q's, dm me!

This is not a dark event. I'm not going to be policing the content matter but I really want to primarily focus on the pride. However, as a bisexual, gender non-conforming person I know a lot of pain can still be involved. What we are not doing is suicide, death, self-harm, or non consensual activity. If you have questions or would like to make a case for something, just dm me!

This is not inherently NSFW, but there is absolutely NSFW allowed. Always tag everything properly.

The usual no's like bestiality, incest, underage nsfw etc

As far as minor characters, SFW MINOR CHARACTERS IS ALLOWED. You can write or draw lgbt themes because being LGBT is not inherently sexual. For example, teenage Santi coming out as trans to Frankie or your own version of Ellie and Joel's talk about Ellie and Dina kiss. That being said, I'd prefer to reserve this to teens. Again, any questions or ideas that don' quite fit into parameters, just ask!

As always, I am allowed to use my discretion. If I do not want to include something, I won't. However, I know that there are rifts in the fandom. I won't be excluding you out of personal bias. As long as I don't have you blocked and you haven't plagerized or done something really bad to people, you'll be included. I'm not letting petty beefs get in the way. Harmful actions will, however. I need to protect my peace and keep

NO REAL PERSON FANFICTION. Do not write about Oscar Isaac or Pedro pascal being gay or trans and do not make any assumptions about their sexuality or gender identity. Oscar is happily married to a woman and Pedro has expressed his sexuality is like that of Oberyn Martell but has not elaborated much further, nor should he have to. Just leave ‘em be. You can speculate elsewhere but that’s not what this event is for.

How?

Simply tag me, @romanarose and use the #OscarPedroPrideEvent2024 please please please use BOTH so it's easier for me to find!!!

When the event is over, much like DDD I will compiled them into a masterlist and posted. This is a chance for every blog, big and small, to get a moment in the sun and to share each others works! Remember, reblogging, comments, and interacting is what makes this a community! I want to create an environment that is welcoming and we all help each other.

Please feel free to reach out to me for any questions or clarification!

However, if you go issues with me writing men kissing, chracters being trans, queer readers etc, I'm not really open to debate.

~A nonbinary bisexual <3

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cheapshrimpysheep · 1 year ago

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Hii!!! I want to say how much I love your blog!!! From the aesthetic to the writing everything is just so cute and enjoyable!! I also love how you write Jamil personally hehe.

Idk if you still have your requests open buttttt I have a fluff idea for the basketball club :) the boys want to invite their (freshly obtained) partner!reader to a pretty important basketball match but ✨circumstances✨ happen (anything you can think of really) and they end up not saying anything to them about it. But on the day of the match their partner shows up anyway fully dressed in cheerleading attire, facepaint, pompoms, loudly cheering for them (embarassing them a lil but in a wholesome way y'know ❤️) maybe you can write some post match fluff?

Thank you so much for sharing your writing with us!! It's a delight to read it all!!

COMMENTS: Awww, thank you 🥰 It so happens that I identify a lot with Jamil (perhaps even too much). And maybe that's also why I had never thought of writing an MC that, let's say, out-going? Because a shy person like me would never do that cheerleading thing in public at least. 😅 But I wrote it. 😉

Btw: That cheerleading thing doesn't exist in my country so the only things I know about it are whatever I saw in american movies. But in return, I played basketball for 3 years when I was younger. So in that regard I know a few things.

I hope you and all enjoy 🏀

PS: I was waiting for Floyd's basketball card to come to the english server to write something with them. I still want to do it, in addition to this one.

CHARACTERS: Basketball Club (Ace, Floyd & Jamil)

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Established Relationship; Kissing

WARNING: Spoilers from Ace's and Floyd's Basketball Jersey Lines

WORD COUNT: An average of 500 words per character.

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Ace really wanted to invite you to the game, but in the meantime, he got into some misbehavior issues and spent the whole time trying to make sure Coach Vargas wasn't going to ban him from playing.

He ended up forgetting to invite you, as it wouldn't make sense to do it without being sure he was going to play. He sends you a message at the last minute and that's why he doesn't even know if you'll make it.

I can see him dating a more outgoing person, so let's go that route. You appear in the game, yes, dressed in cheerleading attire alongside Cater and Deuce. Cater because I can see him doing that for being great for magicam. And Deuce because he really wants NRC to win.

While he is overjoyed to see you and thinks this is an excellent opportunity to show himself off to you, he is also a little embarrassed by the attention you are diverting to him.

We also go the route where they win. While the players are celebrating, they go to you and the rest of the cheerleading group. Ace runs up to you and hugs you so happily he lifts you off your feet. And in the midst of happiness he kisses your lips, while holding you.

He did it on the spur of the moment, and when he realizes what he's done, he's extremely embarrassed. Great chances of Floyd messing with him for that.

If someone from the opposing team starts looking at you while he is not with you, he will say with a smirk: “Can look, but not touch, you hear me?”

Before the players go to shower, Ace asked you to wait for him behind the gymnasium. It was already night. You were waiting outside and after a while you got distracted. When he goes outside and sees you distracted, he sneaked up on you and hugged you from behind. And kisses your cheek.

“Hey, what do you say to a celebration party tomorrow~? Trey said he's going to make cupcakes shaped like basketballs. Isn't that cool?” and then you hear him moan in pain softly and for a second.

You had felt his fingers curl a little when you heard that. And you remembered that one day he commented to you that his fingers get sprained all the time when he is playing. That it hurts to bend them. After a game like that, they must be hurting a lot then.

You take his hands. “Ouch...” you bring them to your lips, and kiss them softly. You tell him you could take care of him. “I deserve that, don't I?~” he says and goes back to kissing your cheek affectionately.

Floyd really wanted to invite you to the game, but in the meantime, on the one hand, the Coach Vargas wanted him to train even more. Being the tallest, the coach had high expectations for him (pun not intended). And on the other hand, Azul wanted to do something special at Mostro Lounge, as a lot of people from off campus would come to watch the game and it was an opportunity to have more customers.

Sometimes he had fun doing these things. And when he didn't want to do them, he preferred to be left alone. This plus the fact that he thought that: "since you are his partner now, isn't it already implied that you're going to watch the game?” made him end up not inviting you officially.

Jade is the one who reminds you on the day of the game. Since it was an important game, you wanted to do something special for Floyd. And taking advantage of this, Azul suggests that you come to the game dressed in cheerleading attire. This type of incentive can increase their chances of winning the game and consequently the chances of increasing customers at Mostro Lounge. And if you don't want to do it alone, don't worry, at least Cater, Deuce and Kalim will be doing the same alongside you.

I definitely can see Floyd with an outgoing partner. All of his colleagues were worried because he seemed unenthusiastic. And if he continues like this, he might not even want to play properly and that would make them lose the game for sure. And what's worse is that they couldn't even complain about it or risk getting their asses kicked.

When the game starts, what they feared most was happening. He didn't feel like playing. Which also made the opposing team not worry too much about Floyd. Fortunately, a couple of minutes after the game starts, he hears you cheering him on. He looks at you dressed in cheerleading attire and his mood changes radically. “Koebi-chan~!” He waves at you with his cutest smile. Before turning to the opponents with a sadistic smile. Now he wants to play.

The one the players on the other team thought was a drag on NRC has suddenly become the most powerful athlete in the game. To the point that the opponent who was chosen to block him was afraid to do so. And the one chosen to be blocked by Floyd (who happened to be the strongest player on the opposing team) did his best not to keep the ball too long.

He usually gets expelled from the game before it's over, but this was a big one and you were rooting for him. He had to stay until the end! So he behaved and tried to make as few fouls as possible.

Hardly in these conditions NRC would lose. So they win! If during their celebration, someone from the opposing team starts looking at you. Floyd first smiles at them. "Pretty, right?" and then put on that scary straight face "Well, it's not for your eyes."

When he comes to you because you are all celebrating together, he will pick you up. “You look so cute dressed like that.” He tells to you. If there are kisses, they will be yours on his cheeks.

Before the players go to shower, Floyd asked you to wait for him behind the gymnasium. It was already night. You were waiting outside and after a while you got distracted. When he goes outside and sees you distracted, he sneaked up on you. And behind you, he whispers in your ear: “Baa~”

You turn and he picks you up again so that your faces are level. Your noses are touching. “Hey~ Came to Mostro Lounge with me. I'm not in the mood to celebrate without you. And I can get Azul to give you your favourite for free. Isn't that a good deal~?”

He's not much for kissing your lips in front of others, so he only does it now.

Jamil really wanted to invite you to the game, but between babysitting, I mean, looking after Kalim and training for the game, he ended up not even getting to spend time with you.

Honestly, I don't see Jamil with a very outgoing partner. Since it could be like a Kalim 2.0 for him. But I certainly see Kalim going to you, already dressed in cheerleading attire himself and dragging you to dress like that too and go cheering Jamil and the others alongside him.

Because of Kalim, you two end up being a little late and when you arrive the game has already started. And Jamil had just scored. Kalim (and maybe you too) shout to congratulate Jamil. He looks at you two and is immediately flattered, shocked and embarrassed. Not because of you, but because he doesn't like to draw attention to himself, nor to have others draw attention to him that way.

Unfortunately his performance drops slightly. Until he overhears an opposing player commenting on you. At that moment, he manages to take the ball away from the opposing team, run to the basket and score.

This made him realize two things: first, your cheering the made the whole team’s morale shot up. And second, It’s also slightly distracting the opposing team. Genial!

Whenever he scores and you celebrate, he gets flattered and embarrassed but smiles at you discreetly.

They end up winning! While the players are celebrating, they go to you and the rest of the cheerleading group. He walks towards you, but is intercepted by Kalim, who hugs him. And it's only a few seconds later that he looks at you, looks at Jamil, smiles awkwardly and breaks the hug.

But more awkward than he is, you two are. Jamil doesn't like public displays of affection, so at first you don't even know what to do our say. You end up saying: "Congratulations on the victory" at the same time as he says "thanks for the cheering". And you two giggle.

Before the players go to shower, Jamil asked you to wait for him behind the gymnasium. It was already night. You were waiting outside and after a while you got distracted. He greets you as soon as he sees you and walks towards you.

He opens his arms, inviting you to hug him. And you do it. “Sorry I didn't thank you properly after the game.” He places his index and thumb on your chin, tilting it up and bringing his face closer to yours. “But now I can.” he whisper and kisses your lips.

“*Sigh* I really don't want to go back to Scarabia and put up with Kalim's party spirit.” He hugs you around the waist and gently places you against the wall. “So would you celebrate with me a little while before I have to go?”

If you dropped in here out of the blue and want to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

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navia3000 · 4 months ago

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Cowboy Like Me - B. Cross

Pairings : Benny Cross x Reader

Warnings : Cursing

Genre : Angst, or, where reader and Benny cross paths (lol) after a nasty break up

A/N : I haven’t actually watched this movie, and this is a lot of word vomit, and I hated the ending, but I hope I did it some justice.

Masterlist

Requests are OPEN

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The bar was alive with the chatter of its usual patrons. Vandals littered the floor, reminding the young girl of an all too open wound.

Y/N Y/L/N had a history with the Vandals, rather, a Vandal. Benny Cross. The man she dedicated a year and three months of her life to. The man who left her and threw their relationship away as though it were an empty cigarette box, old and useless.

Now, she had been struggling with a depressive episode ever since, and for the first time in months, her good friend Kathy convinced her to make an appearance in the Vandals favorite bar, but only after assuring her that a certain biker would not show up, her friend claiming he was off on some personal mission or whatnot.

So, there she sat, beer in hand, surrounded by some of her closest friends. Her favorite Vandals were surprised albeit excited to see her, being shut out from her life after Benny Cross was done with her.

She was hurt and bitter, that much was obvious, and the rest of the gang knew it. Before her arrival, Kathy had threatened everybody not to bring up Cross, and Y/N was grateful for it.

Any mention of him would be enough to bring her to tears, even being in the bar was toeing the line.

“So, how you been, Y/N?” Johnny, her prior second favorite Vandal which had moved up to first, asked her.

Her eyes wandered down to the beer in her hand, picking up on the underlying question in Johnny’s question. “I’ve been good,” her head nodded, “working a lot, but good.” She was lying. She was still picking up the pieces of herself which Benny broke.

“Well, either way, you know you can count on all of us in case you need anything,” Betty, sweet as ever, assured her.

“I appreciate it, Betty, I really do.” And she did. She knew the Vandals would be there for her always, and she did appreciate it, but, they would always remind her of him. And she didn’t feel as though she could move on with those little reminders of him.

Which is why, without telling any of her friends, this was a goodbye. She had already put in a transfer for her job, somewhere far, without any trace of Vandals or bikers or Benny fucking Cross.

As the conversation diverted from the topic of her wellbeing, she could feel herself getting sadder and sadder. She didn’t want to leave. She wishes she didn’t have to, she wishes Benny had never left, she wishes she could go back five months to when everything was fine.

And, as Benny Cross walked through the bar door, she felt her heart squeeze as it was brought back to the last day she ever saw him. The bar quieted upon his entrance. The tears sprung to her eyes. A soft hand reached for hers. But her eyes were locked on him.

She watched as his expression turned into a confused one upon the bar patrons staring, then into one of realization as his eyes traveled across the Vandals’ faces, only stopping when they reached hers. She watched as his mouth opened and closed, his body glued to the dirty floor.

The patrons eyes traveled back and forth between her and him, her and him, her and him. And they watched as he took the first step further into the bar, whilst she simultaneously shot out of her chair and sped towards the bathroom.

Her tears were flowing, her breath coming in and out, hyperventilating. She made quick work of the lock on the door, turning to grip the sink, knuckles white. She couldn’t hide in the bathroom from him, she knew that. But she couldn’t possibly face him.

What she didn’t know, though, was that in the room next to where she stood, was the boy who was just as heartbroken as she was. He was shocked to see her sitting there after all this time.

He didn’t know why he left. He felt lost and trapped, one day packing his stuff up and leaving without word. All he knew was that he regrets that day more than anything in his life, and he wasn’t known for being a sentimental guy.

He walked towards the table she evacuated, and listened as Kathy and Betty scolded him, even Johnny made some comments towards him.

He took a seat, hands patting down his pockets for his cigarettes, running to them for emotional support. Twenty minutes went by before she finally walked out of the bathroom. He immediately caught notice of her red eyes and smudged makeup. His heart physically hurt at the knowledge that he was the reason she was upset. Whilst Y/N didn’t know it, Kathy had updated Benny on her wellbeing, and he knew she wasn’t doing good. But, he was at a loss for what to do.

He stood as she sped past the table and out the door, racing after her. What he would say, he didn’t know, but he had to say something.

“Y/N,” he yelled after her, “Y/N,” his fingers curled around her arm, forcing her to stop and turn around.

Her bloodshot eyes drilled holes into his; he detected the anger and hurt behind her irises.

He hesitated for a couple seconds before speaking, “I’m sorry.” As the words left his mouth, he wished to put them back in.

“You’re sorry?” The question came out sarcastic. “That’s all you have to say? You pick up and leave without a damn word and all you have to say for yourself is ‘I’m sorry’?” She scoffed at his silence, turning to leave once again.

He was going to let her go, but watched as she stopped and turned back towards him. “I loved you, Cross. I was ready to fuckin’ marry you. But you broke me. And I fuckin’ hate you for it.”

“I had to, Y/N.” His words made her angrier. “I didn’t know what to do, I’ve never been one to settle down, but, I started falling for you and I got scared. I was a coward and I’m sorry.” His words held a sincere tone, and she couldn’t help but wanting to forgive him and hug him and kiss him.

“Yeah, well, because of you, I’m leaving, so, I guess I’m no better than you.”

He felt his heart drop at her words. At least, before, he could catch glances of her here and there, hear how she was doing from her friends. But if she left, he would have nothing.

“What do you mean?”

She took a deep breath, feeling the tears prick at the corners of her eyes again. “I can’t keep doing this. You’re everywhere! There’s reminders of you everywhere I go, I can’t even be around the Vandals because each time, I think of you. And it sucks. So, I’m leaving.” He didn’t know what to say, what to think, what to feel. “I don’t know what else to say to you, Benny. I’m probably never gonna be able to love anyone like I did you again. You broke my heart. And, now, I’m hangin’ up my boots.” And with that, she walked off, leaving her heart along with Benny.

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Vigilant(e) - Perjury - MYG (2/3)

pairing: yoongi x femreader

genre: vigilante au, lawyer au, rivals to lovers

word count: 5.3k

rating: M

warnings: language (the f-word mostly), kissing, touching (over the clothes), um licking (boy is that weird to list), more kissing, removal of clothing, reader has more insecurities and concerns than I realized, rhapsodizing about the min yoongi, unlawful choices, interrupted sexy times,

a/n: so, this is now 3 parts and why did i think I could write less on the Min Yoongi. Thank you so much for the likes, reblogs and comments, dear friends. I hope this is somewhat enjoyable. It could be seen as filler and maybe a little self-indulgent, but to get to the final part, the relationship between these two needs to develop. hopefully i did it justice. if i missed any typos, i'm really sorry. i just wanted to finish this today before work.

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Part 2 (of 3) - Perjury

With schedules like yours and his, the first actual date is nearly a month after the charity function. And it’s just a lunch in between court sessions (neither of you are on the same cases this time and that is definitely a blessing).

“You packed me lunch?”

He looks up from his own bento box with a quizzical expression. “Yes? I mean, I asked you to lunch. Of course I’m packing you some food.”

“I just thought we’d…” you trail off when he stares at you. “Order something. This is great. Thank you.”

He grins. “You’re welcome.”

It’s a little awkward. There’s no alcohol, or dramatic reveals this time. Just you and him, sitting on a bench a few blocks from the courthouse, him with his suit jacket off, white button-down crisp and almost blinding with the sun reflecting off it.

“How’s the case?”

He shrugs. “If it wasn’t a client whose name matters to the media, I wouldn’t be on this one. It’s fairly straightforward. One of the juniors could do it, and should, for experience.” He chews his chicken before looking up. “Yours?”

“DA didn’t want it.”

He grimaces. “You know he’s an ass, right?”

You laugh. “Yeah, I know.”

“You could go into private practice.”

“Too much responsibility to get clients and keep myself afloat and just…no.” You watch him for a few more seconds. “How do you do it?”

“Trial and error. I made a lot of mistakes when I first started practicing, but Hoseok, my partner, is actually an angel, so we made it.”

You grin. “An angel.”

“You’ve met him.”

“He is nicer than you.”

“Told you.” He smiles again and you want to sigh. “You told me you were out last night. Everything went okay?”

In a month, you’d been out ‘patrolling’ about twenty times. At first, letting Yoongi know felt very strange, and you worried it would be annoying. But he never made you feel like that, sometimes calling you when a particular night was a bust. Mostly the two of you would talk about work or the city. He liked to divert the conversation to music and movies, while you chatted about anime and hockey. It was almost normal.

“Yes. Dealt with a lost dog.”

“Yeah?”

You laugh. “A little boy was out looking for his dog. It took twenty minutes to find the dog and return both of them home.”

“Rough work.”

“Very.”

You both finish up your food, you thanking him again and him brushing it off. He takes the empty box from you, slipping it back into his bag.

“Yoongi?”

He slings the bag over his shoulder before picking up his blazer. “Hmm?”

You lean in to kiss him softly. His hand immediately finds your cheek, his thumb running along your cheekbone. It’s a mistake, you realize, to press a soft kiss and expect not to be overwhelmed. The mere touch of his tongue to yours causes you to shiver (despite the glaringly hot sun blazing upon you both). You draw away even though you want to do just the opposite.

His cheeks are a little red.

“Friday…”

“Friday?”

He clears his throat, almost like he’s nervous. “Friday, let’s have dinner?”

“Yes.” Not that you can even recall your calendar at this moment. He nods before kissing you again, his hand cupping the back of your neck.

It’s over before you can melt into it, his hand squeezing gently before letting go.

“Good luck with the case,” he whispers before heading back toward the courthouse. It takes you a moment, or five, to ground yourself and follow.

After all, you have to win the case today and not think about Min Yoongi.

–

“Nothing fancy, okay? Be comfortable.”

You take his words on dress code to heart, even though you were sure he’d take you somewhere elite and elegant. Isn’t that what the wealthy did? Go out to restaurants to indulge their tastebuds and their wealth. You were a servant of the State, you would never be a part of those circles: the rich, beautiful, the one percent.

He is.

But when he picks you up (you said you could meet him there, but he insisted), he’s driving a Toyota Prius. You’re so surprised by this that you almost forget to thank him for opening the door for you.

You slide in, noting that despite that it’s not a luxury sedan, it’s very clean. You do see a stack of files on the back seat.

He’s a workaholic like you.

“You listened to me.” He says, gesturing to your jeans and top. “You look good.”

“Oh, um, thank you. You do too.” You stutter like you don’t spend a big part of your job speaking in front of others. He was also in jeans, ripped and worn with a white t-shirt and printed button-down unbuttoned over. His hair is a little messy like he’d just gotten changed two seconds ago post-work. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you casual.”

“Same goes,” he replies, pulling away from the front of your apartment complex.

“Where are we going?”

He lifts his eyebrows. “It’s a surprise.”

“That is…worrying.”

He laughs and looks over, taking his eyes off the road for just a moment. “I also remember you incapacitating my witness that night. I’m not going to try anything ‘worrying’ with you.”

“So you’re saying I could kick your ass.”

“Most likely,” he answers without hesitation.

“That is…strangely comforting.” You lean back in the passenger seat, relaxing. He chuckles again before reaching out to rest his hand on the middle console, palm up.

You glance at his side profile (you might swoon) and see the upturned corner of his mouth. You rest your hand on top of his and his fingers immediately slot with yours.

It’s nice. This comfort, but also anticipatory feeling that you get in his presence. He’s so much more than he appears in court. The shy and sometimes awkward charm.

“Wait, really?”

It’s been twenty minutes and you’re at an art museum that you haven’t been to since you were a student and had to attend field trips. You don’t mind, but you wouldn’t say you knew much about art.

Does Yoongi?

“There’s a special exhibit,” he says as he parks and slips the parking stub on the dash of his car. He squeezes your hand before letting go as you both get out. “We’ll see if it’s any good, then we’ll go to dinner.”

You walk next to each other up the steps when you see it, a large poster advertising the current exhibition: Anime & Manga Art through the Years.

You feel his eyes as it sinks in.

“I thought you might like it.”

Would it be weird to hug him on the steps of the city art museum? In only a month of knowing him like this?

Probably, so you don’t.

But you really want to.

You just smile at him, holding back your instinct to actually kiss the shit out of him. “This is perfect. Thank you.”

–

He takes you to a nearby gastropub that Hoseok told him was really good.

“He’s got a better palate than me,” he admits.

“Yeah?”

“Well, and I don’t go out much.” He glances at you over the menu. “It’s 80% takeaway and snacks out of the vending machine.”

You laugh because you know that so well.

“What’s the 20%?”

“Oh, I cook at home.”

You rest your chin in your hand, feeling all kinds of bold after spending two hours at the museum with him. He knows very little about anime and manga, but had listened to you ramble on without looking bored.

It’s a strange thing to realize that someone likes you well enough to enjoy you just as you are. You don’t think you’ve ever had that before.

“Really? Do I get to have you cook for me sometime?” It’s partially a joke, but you also want to see his place. Not for any nefarious reason (although maybe eventually falling into bed with Min Yoongi takes up space in your mind since embarking on this journey), but to see more behind the Lawyer Min persona. You’d been surprised by his choice of vehicle…did he not live in the more prestigious lofts downtown?

He’s blushing, eyes focused back on the menu. “Yeah.”

“But,” you continue, warming to this. “I’d have to help in some way. I’m pretty good at chopping things. Not like sous chef good, but you know…somewhat passable skills.”

He glances up. “You want to cook dinner with me?”

That is pretty darn domestic. It’s your turn to be embarrassed and awkward now.

“I mean, if you want to.”

There’s a soft chuckle in response and you look up over the menu to see his smirk.

“I want.”

The simplicity of the sentence counteracts the mischievous innuendo you hear.

You want, too.

Dinner is very good (excellent choice, Hoseok) and though you both discuss work (in vague terms because confidentiality and opposing sides), it’s not tedious. The conversation veers from discussing the mayor’s inability to see both sides to the current issues plaguing the city, to the recent rise in hacker activity against large companies, and the fact that the pandemic showed that teachers needed to be treated better but post-lockdown nothing changed for the educational system. You talk more than him, but it doesn’t seem to bother him. His smile is fond when you stop yourself in the middle of a rant about one of the paralegals who deserves so much better than how her lawyer treats her.

“Why’d you stop?”

How do you explain that you’ve always talked too much and people have told you so over the years, sometimes teasing and sometimes chastising, but the result is the same - shame. You were told by the guy you hoped to date in undergrad that talking too much was a deal-breaker. And that shit sticks with you. Even if in hindsight that guy was a jerk.

“I…” You don’t want to dump your own baggage on him. Not at this moment. He already knows one of your biggest secrets; that’s enough vulnerability for a good while, right? “I just thought I might be dominating the conversation a bit much.”

His sharp eyes seem a lot softer as he sips his pint of beer. He always takes his time in speaking, even in the courtroom. He’s quick with objections (who isn’t), but when he delivers his statements and arguments, there are pauses that almost go on too long. You used to think it was a ploy, to make his audience pay more attention by making them uncomfortable with the silence, but now you think it might just be the way he is: measured, thoughtful, careful.

Very aware of the power of words.

He leans forward, reaching out to touch your hand that is wrapped around your own pint.

“I like listening.”

The conversation drifts more to the past; undergrad (majors: his - history with a minor in computer science ‘needed a decent back-up in case law school didn’t happen’; yours - pre-law with a minor in English Ed ‘my own back-up’) stories, law school late nights, interning under horrible excuses for attorneys…even dating.

“Do you find the time?” you ask softly.

“When it matters.” He signs the receipt before sliding out of the booth. He offers his hand. “Come on…ice cream.”

Walking around the local park reserve with an ice cream cone in one hand and Yoongi’s hand in the other is idyllic. It’s not quite autumn yet, but the evening weather is hinting at the chill around the corner and you sigh.

“You do realize we haven’t been in the courtroom together since…” You lift up your clasped hands.

“Borrowing trouble?” He’s grinning.

You tug him over to a bench and sit. He crumples up the wrapper from his cone, already done with his dessert, and pockets it.

“You are intimidating, you know. And intense.”

He leans back, watching you as you try and finish your ice cream with as much dignity as possible.

“Still?”

“When you’re in work mode? Yes. I don’t think that’ll change.” You grumble when part of your cone falls to the ground and though you eat the last bit, you definitely have remnants on your fingers.

He takes your hand before you can rid yourself of the melted ice cream. With his eyes still focused on the mess you’ve made, he proceeds to help, licking off the trickle of cookies and cream that trails down three fingers.

If he hears your hitched breathing, he doesn’t say anything, his tongue and lips thorough. He lets his teeth scrape the pad of your pinkie and you actually make a noise.

There’s that knowing smirk.

He lifts your hand, turning it this way and that as he inspects it. “All clean.” His eyes dart to yours, his own amused. He’d laugh if you let him, but you cover the distance between and press your lips to his.

It’s a public place, but you haven’t seen that many people out and about once you left the ice cream parlor, and maybe that’s why you are so bold; untethered hand grabbing the open collar of his printed shirt, mouth open against his immediately. He lets out a low grunt before sliding his arm around your waist to pull you closer. Your knees knock into his but it doesn’t matter because all you can feel is intense want. He releases your hand, cupping the back of your neck, fingers pressed against your skin like they’ll leave scorch marks.

He mumbles your name, pressing soft pecks to your lips as you follow his retreat with no shame. He chuckles when you pull harder on his shirt before acquiescing to slide his tongue along yours. The quiet of the night means you can hear the kisses and it’s verging on lewd, but you feel like you might just explode if you stop.

He draws back again and you redirect your mouth to his jaw and down to his neck. There’s a hissing sound as he inhales through his teeth and says your name again; this time less soft and more like thunder.

“You’re a menace,” he whispers.

“You started it,” you mouth against the soft skin of his throat. “All your fault, Min Yoongi.”

He slides his hand in the back of your hair, twisting so he can adjust your mouth back to his. You loosen your grip on his shirt, letting your hand trail down the front of his white t-shirt to his belt. You both stop when your hand gets there.

You move to pull back farther, but he hasn’t let go of your hair yet, and he holds you close, mouths only a few inches apart.

“I want,” he echoes from earlier in the evening. “So much. But…” He swallows, brushing his nose against yours.

“But?”

“We’re still getting to know each other.”

You blink a few times, unable to hide the surprise on your face.

Maybe you’re generalizing a bit, but when does a man put on the brakes?

“Oh.”

You feel his fingers relax and slide out of your hair before resting on your cheek. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“Um…” It’s mortifying to admit it, especially as you are so close. “Just kinda shocked. And embarrassed.”

He kisses you again, softer this time; gentle and lingering. “I’ll say it again. I want you. A lot.” He pulls back and meets your eyes head-on. “But when it matters…I like to take my time.”

The walk back to his car is quiet, you’re not sure what he’s thinking or feeling, but you are definitely trying to understand the man beside you as well as just attempting to calm your libido.

He walks you to your apartment door and you hold in your desire to ask him in. You lean against your door, eyes taking him in as he glances down the quiet hallway and then back to you. He half-smiles, cheeks pink from either the night breeze or his natural reticence.

“See you soon?”

“If we’re lucky…” You know that you have a few bigger cases coming up, and you know for sure that he has enough on his plate.

He chuckles, leaning close. “Let’s try and be lucky then.” The kiss he leaves on your lips is fleeting. You want to keep him close, but his earlier restraint holds you back. “Go on in…I’ll feel better if you’re inside before I go.”

You can’t help but make a face. “Really?”

He laughs. “Never mind your side job.” His smile is bright and you cup his cheek in your hand, going in for one more kiss. “Jeonsa.” The appellation is whispered, his mouth back on yours, a touch of tongue before he pulls back. “Good night.”

You find your keys and unlock your door before turning back, tugging him close again because reticence is all his. He laughs into your mouth. “Good night, Attorney Min.”

His eyes are warm as you close the door.

–

It’s another month gone by. You have one moment with Yoongi and it’s a surprise to you both. You see him in the various hallways of the courthouses you both seem to spend your life in, but it’s in passing; brief eye contact and a nod. It’s an unwritten rule that neither of you show anything publicly. You’re not ashamed, nor do you think he is, but there is an inherent prejudice against fraternizing with the ‘opposition’. And conflicts of interest if you ever do end up on a case in court together again.

There are texts, phone calls, and the occasional meme sent - though none of that makes up for the absence of his presence.

You’ve just gotten a recess from a negligence case and you think you might be able to actually grab a fourth coffee (you are struggling today) in the meantime before checking your work emails. Walking down the corridor, your hand is grasped and you’re pulled into what appears to be a supply closet.

You don’t retaliate. Because the second his hand takes yours, you know who it is.

“Don’t you think this is a little too high school TV drama?”

He smirks at you, his tie undone, normally slicked-back hair rumpled. “Is that a problem?”

You shrug, dropping your briefcase to the floor. “Not really.” Your fake indifferent expression melts and you hope you don’t sound too smitten. “Hi.”

He kisses you, hands already on your hips, in lieu of a verbal response. You wrap yourself around him, melting into his embrace because he feels so good. There is something addictive about how he feels. The warmth, the scent of coffee (bold and dark), the firmness of his body against yours. You know part of it is just a lack of intimacy in the past years, but you’ve been on dates, you’ve been with people and none of them ever made you want to dissolve in their arms.

Something about Yoongi makes you feel like you don’t have to have your shit together all the time.

His hand slides up your back, teasing against the clasp of your bra. You nip at his lip, making him jerk against you.

Oh, he’s definitely ready.

His forehead rests on your collarbone and you can hear his grunt from the friction. You cup him over his suit pants.

“Fuck.”

“I can help you out here, Attorney Min.”

He lifts his head to meet your eyes, his own narrowed in ‘annoyance’. He’s panting a bit, his pale skin kiss-blushed.

“I know you like to take your time,” you tease, squeezing just a little, watching his eyes unfocus at the stimulation. “But I can be quick.”

“Menace,” he says, voice just gravel and whisper.

You start to unzip his pants and he grips your hand to halt your progress.

“Yoongi, I want to.”

“I want you to, too.” His eyes close. “And this is completely on me because I saw you and I just…” He takes a deep breath before looking at you again. “I didn’t really think.”

He removes your hand, linking your fingers with his before drawing away to zip up what you’ve undone.

“So, now we’re both just really turned on and unsatisfied?”

He laughs before grinning at you. He cups your face in his hands, a gentle kiss before he answers.

“There’s no court a week from next Monday.” Thank goodness for bank holidays. “Sunday night? I’ll cook for you.”

How do you say no to a man like him?

“Yes.” Never mind your caseload. Never mind that you need to be prepping for the cases that week. Never mind the administrative papering that is always required of you. “Yes.”

“Good.” He kisses you again and steps back. “You leave first.” He glances down at himself. “I need a minute.”

It is like a high school drama and you giggle. He shoots you a fond glare and you slip out the door and hurry to the courtroom, thinking about him even when providing your opening statement.

—

I can’t be bothered with actually participating in the city’s nightlife on a Saturday night, and yet, as I finish up depositions, I think I am as boring as my 100 year old jurisprudence professor.

You laugh at the text.

You are.

Mean. I thought you were the nice one in the DAs office.

That’s what I want people to think.

Sneaky. I have to like it.

Have you eaten?

My mother actually just called me an hour ago and asked that same thing. I lied to her which means I am the worst son ever.

So you haven’t eaten.

There were some peanut butter crackers at some point.

Send me your address. I’m sending you food.

Pretty ADA, I can order my own food.

You do not blush at the ‘pretty’.

But wouldn’t you like it more if someone else did it for you?

Your point is valid.

His address pops up on your phone.

Especially if the ‘someone else’ is you.

–

It’s a gamble, an audacious choice, but you’re emboldened by the text conversation. You also might just still be on edge since the rendezvous in the courthouse supply closet.

He calls you a menace, please.

You don’t know each other well enough to know his favorite foods, but you figure Korean fried chicken in a few different options is a good bet. It smells so good that despite that you devoured a six pack of Lotteria mini cheeseburgers and a coke, your stomach gurgles (which is somehow even more pathetic than if it had growled).

If it’s weird you’ll just drop the food off, say hello and go patrol. If it’s not…

Never mind that your brain is adjusting to the fact that he does drive a Prius, and as you can see now, lives in very moderate apartments. They aren’t two feet from the local drug meet-up or anything, but the apartments definitely do not say ‘luxury’ in the description on rent.com.

You press the button next to ‘Min’ and wait.

“Yeah?”

“Food delivery.” You don’t mask your voice, but you doubt he can tell it’s you from the intercom system.

“Come up.” You hear the buzzing sound and open the door. Your nerve, that audacity to show up at his place unannounced, is starting to fade and you’re second-guessing so much. You can just set the food at his door and just run away, but you pride yourself on not being a coward about facing what scares you and even though that was more about looking for crimes to stop, you suppose it applies to Min Yoongi as well.

You knock, shifting the two bags of food in your hands.

The door opens and he blinks twice at you. He’s wearing sweatpants and a wrinkled black t-shirt and it’s very unfair that he can look like that while ‘bumming it at home’.

How can you burn with lust and also want to coo with endearment at the same time?

“I figured I could bring it and say hi.” Maybe if you act confident, it’ll come across.

His mouth parts.

“Or I can just leave it and let you get back to work.”

He shakes his head, stepping back to let you want in. He hasn’t spoken yet and though you think you’re better at reading him, you’re at a loss.

But you do think that he’s never polite just for the sake of it, so he doesn’t hate that you’re here.

He takes the bags from your hands, inhaling the aroma of the food once and you chuckle when he half-grins.

“Rice balls too. So you know, protein and carbs.”

He glances back at you as he walks to what looks like the dining table. It’s hard to tell because it looks a bit like yours - a make-shift desk covered with papers and folders.

You toe off your shoes, glancing around to see that it might not be luxury lofts, but it’s really nice. The book shelves are as tall as the ceiling and run the length of the wall perfectly. You can’t help but walk over to look at them and the many tomes.

“Where did you find such a perfect fit for this wall? It’s beautiful.”

“I built it.”

You freeze in reading a title because his voice is a lot closer than you expect and also just that revelation of information. When you turn, he’s a couple feet behind you, the bags already on his casefile-strewn table.

“You build?”

He nods, the half-smile from earlier no longer tracing his lips.

“That’s…damn. I feel a little inadequate, Min.”

He swallows. “Don’t.” His fingers tap at his thigh as though he has energy and nowhere to put it.

The air in his comfortable living room (the couch looks especially cozy) crackles. The teasing you’ve been using to try and make this not awkward dissipates in looking at him.

You shrug. “Just wanted to see you.”

“Fuck,” he breathes before covering the distance between the two of you, taking your face in his hands and pressing his mouth to yours. “I had tomorrow all planned, jagiya,” he mumbles, not pulling back at all. The endearment zings through you like an electric shock. You fist your hands in his shirt, making it all the more wrinkled. “Make you dinner, watch something together on the couch, kiss you breathless, have you…” His fingers tighten and his teeth sink into your bottom lip. “Have you as many times as you let me.”

You really thought the chicken would be the first thing he devours, but you can’t complain that it’s going to be you.

“Yoongi,” you murmur, tugging on his shirt. He lifts his arms so you can pull it over his head. You stare at him as he starts on the buttons of your oversized shirt. He’s broad for not being a huge person, and you are just a pawn to your instincts as you trace your fingers along his shoulders and collarbones. His eyes dart up to yours once before he leans in to kiss the skin he’s baring. He shoves the undone clothing off your shoulders and arms, sinking to his knees to start on your jeans, his lips pressed just below your navel.

You also move down to your knees and you see him pause, questioning when the trajectory he was taking was so obvious.

He says your name softly as you card your hand through his hair, making it all the more rumpled. “I really want to,” he continues, one finger continuing the downward path of your zipper.

“I…” You kiss him, intending for it to be just a reassurance peck, but it morphs into tongues and his arms around you, warm and tight. “I also want…I just…” You attempt to draw back, but his mouth slides to your neck and you are so weak. “It’s silly.”

He takes a small bite before pulling away to meet your gaze. “What’s silly?”

You cup his face in your hands, thumbs ghosting along his cheekbones. “I want to be on the same level with you. Be face to face with you.” You close your eyes, feeling all sorts of stupid. “The first time…with you…we need to be equals.”

There’s a lot behind your words and had you realized where this night would go, you might have tried to explain how sex and power dynamics matter to you. That giving and receiving pleasure matters, and even a physical manifestation of inequality (one above the other) concerns you.

Because in what feels like no time at all, Min Yoongi matters. A lot.

He doesn't look away from you as you stumble over your explanation. His hands rest at your waist, fingers playing a restless beat on your skin.

“Equals.”

You wince. “It’s weird…I..”

He kisses you softly this time, the urgency and hunger from seconds ago far below the surface.

“It’s important to me…since you know…” You breathe shakily when he pulls back only to rest his forehead on yours. “Since you know about my nights…what I do…that there’s no question that this is…” You close your eyes again. “I want you. I want you so much it’s literally distracting me when I try to work, but it can’t be…”

“It can’t be casual.”

Your eyes open and meet his gaze.

“We can’t be casual.” He drops his eyes, but his hands stay on you. “I know.” He raises his eyes again. “There was a plan. A thought-out thing, you might say.” He swallows, looking nervous now. He stands up, reaching for your hand to pull you to your feet. “I have to show you something.”

He leads you down the hallway and you stare at the photos and art on the wall. There’s one with Hoseok (you’ve seen the man in media posts), a few with others who look like friends out camping.

One piece is what you think is a motherboard, or something computery-looking. It’s a painted canvas, but it shows all the wires, and connecting bits that make the inside of a computer look like a city grid. It’s really beautiful for something that you would think no one would make art of.

“So,” he leads you into what looks like an office. More papers and files, the tomes of Korean law stacked haphazardly on shelves. The computer situation makes your laptop look like it’s from the stone age. Three monitors, keyboards and paraphernalia; wires and two CPUs (you think…you’re guessing).

You look at one of the screens but it’s mostly numbers and it’s moving really fast. You look at another, wondering if Yoongi expects you to understand, but then you see a name.

It’s a big company, involved in producing and selling medical equipment. You don’t much like the corporation because like most, it’s out for just profit and not actually helping those it claims it wants to help.

Then something else occurs to you.

Yoongi just defended this company in court. A few weeks ago. He won.

You glance at him then back at the screens, trying to understand the numbers and symbols.

“You’re not the only one who does things outside the law,” he says so softly it takes a few seconds for his words to register.

There’s a tickle in the back of your throat. A twisting in your gut as you straighten to look at him. He’s still holding your hand, but his eyes are on the computer screens, the light emanating from them casting him in an unearthly glow.

“What is this doing?” you ask, your voice not more than a whisper because your brain is putting it together. What, you aren’t sure exactly, but you know it’s something.

He looks at you then. “Hacking.”

Wherever you had hoped to end up with Min Yoongi, this is not it.

part 3

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baronessvonglitter · 5 months ago

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Cherry, Cherry 🍒 Chapter 7 🍒

"Swimming in Stars"

pre-outbreak! AU!Joel Miller x f!Reader

Word count: 2,256

Summary: you and Joel enjoy a little one-on-one time in the pool and discuss your concerns about your first time together..

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Mature and Explicit, age gap (reader is 18, Joel is 35), slow burn, talk of sex and expectations regarding reader's first time, talk of using protection (a must, y'all!), dry humping, reader's race not mentioned, reader wears a swimsuit, story takes place in summer 2003, no use of y/n

Author's Note: this chapter is super significant to me as it highlights just how important communication is when it's going to be a couple's first time together, and especially when there's an age gap.

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Joel has one rule: that you take your time. He doesn't want to rush you or make you feel like he won't wait for you because honestly, as he tells you before you go your separate ways that same summer night, "You're worth waitin' for."

Naturally it's impossible for you to sleep that night. So much has happened in just a couple of weeks. It seems that the moment you've stepped outside of the safety of the environment you've known your whole life, you're seeing exactly what opportunities await you.

And you really want this opportunity with Joel.

Now the ball is entirely in your court. You call the shots. And you don't even know where to begin except you know you want to spend more time with him. You like Joel a lot, and you want to get to know him better.

You spend the rest of the weekend with your cousin before she leaves for an international flight. Truth is, you haven't spent much time together, and it's nice to get out of the house with her to go to the mall and the movies. But every other thought is about Joel. What's he doing right now? Is he thinking of you?

Your attention is easily diverted from the latest Fast and Furious movie, and when Sofia goes for a quick restroom break you pull out your phone and text Joel: Pool party tonight. Just us. 10 pm.

Putting your phone back in your purse your heart pulsates with excitement at the riskiness of the text. You're not that bold, but somehow he makes you so.

You let the rest of the movie distract you, but truth be told you can't remember the rest of it even five minutes after leaving the theater. It's not until you're back home that you see he's replied: I'll be there, sweetheart

Sofia leaves that evening, and you are alone. You get ready, wearing the same swimsuit as last time, knowing Joel liked you in it before. You don't know what to expect of the evening, because quite honestly you invited him over on a whim. 10 o'clock comes around a lot sooner than you think, and so you lounge out on a lounge chair float, watching the stars, trying to still the rapid beating of your heart.

You hear a knock at the side gate and then a hesitant swinging open of the gate door.

"You gonna join me?" you ask. You see Joel out of the corner of your eye and smirk. "Or are you just gonna stare?"

You hear the low rumble of his chuckle and it makes your heart melt. "I'm a visual guy. I like watchin' you like that. You look so damn pretty. I just about ran every red light all the way from Tommy's place just to get here to you."

Heat colors your skin. "And Sarah? Where's she?"

"At a friend's house."

That fact seems to hang in the air between you. Now you're alone together, the discussion from yesterday seems to be the elephant in the room, so to speak.

"So you're gonna watch?" you break the silence. "Or are you gonna join me?"

He takes a seat on one of the lounge chairs, a playful little smile on his lips. He looks so relaxed, so at ease in your company. "I didn't bring anything to swim in."

"You've got boxers on, right?"

"Maybe."

You chuckle, seeing that he's trying to be hard to read. You climb out of the pool and wrap a towel around your midsection, joining him on the lounge chair, in his lap. Your heart is beating like a bird trapped in a cage but it's so thrilling to finally be alone with him. He sits up and holds you, strong arms wrapping around you. In this moment you're both quiet, enjoying this tender moment. He presses a soft kiss to your temple, fingertips tracing your arms and your sides. When you kiss him it's soft and sweet, almost innocent, the tips of your tongues barely meeting.

"That night at our pool party," you tell him in an intimate whisper, "we were playing in the pool and when we hugged, I felt.. you know."

Joel slows his touch but doesn't stop. "I remember."

"Was that.. because of me?"

He gives a sarcastic little snort. "Sweetheart, your thighs were practically locked around my head. My thoughts of you were indecent. So yeah I was rock hard."

You shiver and he grabs you tighter. "That night, after I walked you home, I touched myself. I fantasized about you." It feels good to say it now, now that it's not a deep and terrible secret.

"Oh god, sweetheart. I did the same."

Every single drop of water in the pool cannot possibly douse the fire you feel in your veins for this man.

"What did you fantasize about me that night?" His breath is warm on your cheek.

"I fantasized about what you would feel like.. inside me."

A low growl escapes his throat. "You still want that from me? Want me inside?"

"Yes," you reply, even as a flurry of turmoil grows in your belly. "Soon," you reiterate.

This seems to calm him, as his breathing evens out, his gentle touch returns. "Might I ask one little favor, sweetheart?" His voice is tinged with honey. "Would you give me a little massage?"

Smiling, you brazenly straddle his lap, gently kneading his shoulders. You love the feel of his skin beneath your touch, and you marvel at how soft yet how strong he is capable of being. "You need someone to do this for you every day.."

And beneath you, you feel his desire stirring. Just a few light layers of clothing separate you. "If there were two of you, then yeah, I'd want this every day."

You laugh. "That's kinky. Why two of me? Are you saying I'm not enough on my own?" There's a teasing note in your voice.

"One of you to give me a massage and the other to make me a sandwich." He laughs as he ducks your playful whack. "What I meant to say is that with two of you.. there's more to admire?"

Nerves afire with your lively banter, you gently push your hips down on his. "Think of all the things you could do with two of me.."

His hands grip your hips firmly, squeezing. "Oh my damn god, sweetheart.. I want you so damn much," he growls.

"Then have me, Joel," you say, so easily, as if switching on a light. Your mind is clouded with lust, and every move you make is based purely on instinct rather than emotion. "You won't hurt me, will you?"

Joel sighs, his eyes soft even as he's hard other places. "Hell no. I'm gonna be so damn gentle with you."

You bite your lip, scooting off him a little to undo his belt but he gently stops you. "I need you to wait," he says.

You freeze. "What's wrong?"

"Sweetheart, you want it too fast. I'm going to give you what you want, but not like this." Frustrated, he buries his face in your neck. "God damn it I just wanna do the right thing by you."

"I guess there are a lot of specifics to work out," you murmur gently, caressing the nape of his neck.

"Such as?" he cuddles into your neck.

You feel a little embarrassed, but if you're going to eventually sleep with him you have to be able to be honest with him. "We have to think of where to do it, whether we should have a date beforehand to lead up to it. And I'm not on birth control, so we'd have to consider protection."

His hand caresses the small of your back. "We could do it at either your place or mine, and I like the idea of having a nice little romantic date beforehand." He gently traces the curve of your face with his fingertips. "I want you to feel safe with me, sweetheart. I'll get some condoms. Hell, we'll probably go through a whole box real quick."

You give a sigh of relief. "I like that we're talking about this, Joel. I don't want to go into this blind."

"I'm gonna be here for you every step of the way, even if you decide you don't want to go through with it," he swears. Looking away a moment he seems to collect himself. "I just don't want to hurt you."

"What do you mean? How would you hurt me?" you gently turn his face to look at you.

He sighs. "I don't want to be too much for you, too intense for you, especially when you've never had anyone else before. You don't know just how fuckin' bad I desire you."

"Joel.. when the time comes for us to be together, I'm going to trust you not to hurt me, not on purpose. I've heard the first time can hurt anyway, but that kind of pain will be worth it, to be with you."

He whispers your name and kisses you, stiffening when you pursue it with more passion, pressing yourself against him.

"I'm sorry," you whisper. "You're right. I want everything right now, but I'm not thinking. Oh god, I need a distraction," you whine. "A cold shower or something."

"A shower's out of the question just now, but I have the next best thing to cool you off," Joel chuckles and picks you up, carrying you bridal style over to the pool and it's only at the last second that you realize what he's about to do and you screech as he drops you into the water.

You surface, sputtering and wiping the water from your face. "What the hell?" Joel's gleeful chuckle sounds in your ears right before he splashes in beside you. He grabs you by the waist, both of you weightless in the water. He's rid himself of his clothes except for his boxer briefs.

"Come here," he says, kissing your lips. "You're one hell of a girl.."

He's easily forgiven. If anything you love that you've brought out this mischievous side of him. "And you're one hell of a man.." you wrap your arms around him, whispering in his ear. "And you let your guard down too easily," you tell him, pouncing on him and pushing him underwater before swimming away, laughing as you swim away.

He comes up and swims right after you, making you squeal. "You shouldn't have gotten in the pool if you didn't want to get wet." you warn him.

"Shouldn't have invited me over if ya didn't want me to get you wet," he quips, pressing you against the side of the pool where you're both semi-shrouded in darkness. "God, sweetheart, you do not know what you do to a man."

"What about what you're doing to me?" Pressed close together you feel his hardness, and now that it's just the two of you you're free to explore this, to feel the rigidity of his desire for you. "Joel.. please just rub up against me.." you ask.

This elicits another growl from him, and even in the darkness you can see the hunger in his eyes. He does as you ask, albeit gently at first, testing to see how much you want.

You gasp as you feel him, thinly veiled by the wet confines of your swim clothes. He knows exactly where you need his touch, and it's like a shock of electricity to feel that pressure on your clit. "Feels good.. right there," you whisper, clinging to him.

He kisses you deeply, pressing a bit harder, smiling when your breath hitches and becomes quicker. "You like this, sweetheart? Oh this ain't nothin' compared to the real thing."

"Joel," you whimper. "Keep going like this.. please.."

The water splashes around you as you try to keep your cries to a minimum. How can only touching feel so good? How many nerve endings can you possibly stimulate? It's as if you've never really known what your body can do, what it can become under someone else's touch.

Touching.. that's all it is. But it's enough to drive you to the edge. There's that familiar feeling, like when you're on a roller coaster and your heart leaps into your throat just before you take the first sharp dive. "Joel!" you moan, kissing him to muffle your sounds as you come: a quick, sweet shot of lightning in your veins.

As your body relaxes, Joel backs off so as not to overstimulate you, but keeps his arm around you, stroking your damp hair.

"Sorry if I was selfish," you mumble.

He laughs and puts his hand on your cheek. "You're not selfish at all. We both wanted it. And sweetheart, you look fuckin' angelic when you come." His voice is husky and sweet as he nuzzles his nose against your cheek.

You're still reeling from this experience, and in the aftermath of your orgasm you have clarity of mind, as if all your troubles have melted away. You know you'll be grateful to Joel forever. "What about you? You didn't even.."

He smiles. "Don't worry about me. You're more important."

"Are you gonna.. take care of it later?" you smirk.

"One of these days I hope you'll feel comfortable takin' care of me yourself," he smirks, making your heart do a flip flop, and you pull him closer before the night comes to an end.

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justasimpleton-26 · 7 months ago

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A complicated night

(Part 2 of a simple date, which you can find the first part here)

MDNI

Jason wondered if having that date had been a mistake.

As he sat in his chair in the dining room, you across from him, and Dick, and Tim on either side of him, he could feel a lump form in his throat as he thought about what to tell you.

To your credit, you’d calm down some, and didn’t call the cops on Greyson when he had popped up in the bedroom with no warning.

But right now, as you gazed at his brothers with a guarded gaze, Jason felt like someone had kicked his heart when he realized that you were also looking at him like that. Like you were unsure of who Jason really was, because if you thought about it, you didn’t really know Jason.

Jason scrubbed his face with his hand, wanting this day to be over with. Or at least reverting back time to where he would have taken you to the movies or had a picnic by the beach.

Anything but to go to the town fair where everything was uncovered in just a second.

This situation also didn’t help Jason’s urge to hunt down that guy from the fair and pummel him into the ground.

“So…are we just going to wait in silence or is there something we’re waiting on.” You asked, and that made Jason look up to see your expression.

You seemed a bit calmer, but still he could tell that your guard was up, and Jason exhaled.

“I-“

“Please excuse my brother, he isn’t one to talk so much.” Dick interrupted, still wearing his mask and suit.

Jason felt something clench his heart. A feeling he hadn’t felt in two years.

The familiar spice of rage that he thought he had outgrown of.

“I can speak for myself, Greyson.” Jason spat out, and your gaze went between both brothers, somehow the tension growing in the room.

“Oh, come on now, Jason. Don’t you remember when we were young, and you used to be shy to talk to anyone outside of the family. That stuck with you for a while too- “

“Can we focus?” Tim interrupted, looking impatient as he texted on his phone.

“Right, right, we’re actually here to take you back home, Jason.” Dick replied, taking a sip of his hot chocolate that Jason had made him.

“Yeah, no thanks.” Jason replied, swiping a cookie from Tim. “I’m good right here.”

“Jason come on; we miss you. Damian misses you, Cass, Duke, and Steph. And…Bruce has been beside himself thinking that you died again.” Tim pleaded, making Jason freeze in his seat.

“Again?” you repeated, looking from Tim to Dick to finally Jason. “What do you mean by that? Jason died?”

Jason was internally swearing and cursing and maybe punching Timothy a little bit on the mouth.

“Look, Y/N-“Jason tried to say before he was cut off again by Dick.

“It was a long time ago, and thankfully, it didn’t stick. So, Jay, you want to pack a bag, and head back to Gotham?” Dick said, turning to Jason.

“For the last time Dick, I’m not going back with you or Timothy. I’m perfectly fine right here. And please, please stop answering for me! I have a voice that I can use too. I’ve grown since we’ve parted ways, and ya’ll want to pull me back in?!” Jason said, incredulous, making Tim take a step back, and leaving Dick slack jawed.

You felt very awkward watching this before your very eyes, and tried to make as little sound as possible so the attention didn’t divert to you. You could understand his frustration though; Jason had changed a lot since she first met him. He was more vocal and though he claimed to have a problem with his temper, you’d never seen it to this extent.

Until he was surrounded by his brothers, and they were probably dragging up memories Jason wanted to forget.

“There’s that anger that Jason always wielded.” Tim commented, taking a bite of that cookie. “You’ve probably gotten use to this, huh Y/N?”

“Actually, I’ve never seen him get this angry until now.” You say, before Jason can reply, and they both look surprised at that comment.

“No way, are you sure? Jason Todd? Former Robin, sidekick to Batman, and former Red Hood?” Dick said, sounding confused.

Jason slammed his palm on the table, causing everyone to jump. All three gazes were on him, and there was an expression that you’d never seen on his face before.

Even the time when Jason almost fought the guy at the fair, he didn’t look this angry.

“I’ve heard enough out of the both of you; get the fuck out. You brought me nothing but problems, and I’m over here trying to live my life peacefully.” Jason said, in a voice so low, and threatening, you got goosebumps scattered all over your arm.

“But-“

“Now Dick. I’ve heard enough and I don’t want to hear anymore. Tell Bruce I said he can go fuck himself, I’m so tired of all of you.” Jason replied harshly, getting up from the table, and heading off to his bedroom.

The door slams, and you watch as Tim deflates, shoving his phone back in his pocket, Dick getting back up from his seat.

“I’m so sorry, I can have him reach out to you when he’s calmed down.” You say, and Dick waves off the offer, giving her a strained smile.

“No worries. It was a bit too much coming down here with no warning and expecting…anyways, thank you for your hospitality. My brother and I will take our leave.” Dick replied, and Tim nodded in agreement, clenching and unclenching his hands.

You walk both out, watching as they disappeared into the night, and headed back inside.

Jason hadn’t come out of the room, and your worry for him grew. You slipped into the shared bedroom and slid into the bed next to him. He was facing away from you, but when her felt the bed move, he turned and pressed his face against your chest, wrapping his strong arms around your waist.

You held him, not saying anything, and that’s when he broke down and cried, and told you everything.

Someone steps out from behind a tree, gazing at the front of the house where it’s been confirmed that Jason Todd lives at.

Pressing on the comm in their ear, the person gives their boss a status update.

“This is the right one. Jason Todd is residing here.”

To be continued…?

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calumsargwife · 1 year ago

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'i told them about you.'

calum hood x fem!reader

summary: for the first time in a while, Calum tells his friends about you

warnings: bad language maybe, mentions of drinking or smoking. (English is not my first language so there may be some grammatical errors, sorry!)

word count: 1.9k

note: hey! i know this took a while but here it is! i hope you guys like it. question: do you think i should also write for other people? maybe characters from movies or smth. tell me your thoughts!

"So, how's this new girl going?" Luke asked with his second drink of the night in hand.

As they normally do, the boys had gotten together today to hang out, to see each other in another context other than work (as if they didn't see each other every day already).

They had dinner and were now having some drinks prepared by Ashton, who had 'accidentally' made the drinks a little stronger than normal.

"Yeah, you haven't told us anything about her." Michael added as he sat in one of the single chairs.

Calum sighed as he took a drag on his cigarette and sat down in the large armchair in the living room, trying to hold back a smile as he exhaled the smoke from his mouth.

"What's that smile for, uh?" Ashton teased and pinched Calum's arm, also with one drink on the other hand.

"Don't know..." Calum modestly answered.

"Aw, c'mon. Just tell us something!" Michael insisted.

"How long have you been dating already?" Luke questioned as he smiled mischievously at the other two boys.

Ok, the truth is, you two weren't dating, you were still just getting to know each other and the boys knew it, they just liked watching Calum get all red.

"Two months." Calum answered shortly as he diverted his gaze towards the large window, which gave the view of of the tall illuminated buildings; the suppressed smile on his lips made his cheeks hurt. He remembered that surely you would love to have one of these windows, you liked to have a great view of the entire city.

"And...?" Ashton pressed.

Calum took another drag of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke and sighed to give the long-awaited response to his friends. "Wrote a song about her."

There was a moment of silence as everyone processed what was said until Ashton spoke again. "There's no fucking way." He spoke in disbelief while he leaned his back on the chair in surprise.

"A song?" Michael asked you. "About this girl?" The boy turned his head to look at his friends with wide eyes. "You've never done anything like this so quickly."

They weren't wrong. Calum was normally one to have casual relationships, he said he was in a moment in which he couldn't focus on a completely exclusive relationship with so much commitment. I mean, he and the guys were at the peak of their career now, they were recording an album, doing a lot of interviews, maybe they were going on tour and... well, he just didn't have the time.

So it's obvious that his friends are confused. Calum was quite strict about the rule of not dating for a long time.

"What changed?" Luke asked, who was now analyzing his friend a little more.

"Her." Calum responded immediately without taking his eyes off the window. "She changed everything." He said now taking his eyes off the window and looking directly at the group. "She broke every rule that I could have ever set for myself."

Calum finished his cigarette and placed it in the ashtray on the living room table. "So, I wrote her a song."

"Damn."

"I know." Calum sentenced with a smile while he rubbed his hands and played with one of his rings, the one you gave him for his recent birthday. A birthday that the boys assumed had ended early because of you. "I just really like her, you know?" Calum raised his head to look at his friends. "I know it sounds crazy but..." he tried to explain himself.

"No, it's alright... I get it, really." Luke interrupted him. Calum quickly turned his eyes to him.

"Really?"

"Yeah, man." Luke answered with a smile and looked at his friend tenderly. "Maybe you're falling in love, who knows." He teased.

The boys laughed at the joke. Calum laughed lightly and looked out the window again, instantly thinking of you. Luke's joke resonated in his head, maybe it wasn't that crazy.

That night While Calum was telling the boys about you, that same night, they spent the night over together at Michael's and Calum was the first to wake up and leave. He didn't say anything but he was walking frantically around the house while he picked up his things and had breakfast with his friends, who were very relaxed sitting in their chairs while looking at Calum with an amused expression.

Once in his car, Calum began to reflect. He had to pick you up at your house in exactly twenty minutes to go have lunch together at his house.

He knew he had changed, he knew he was different and that things were different with you. And he didn't see it as a bad thing, really. Because for the first time, he was taking his time to do things the right way. He wanted to know you well before making things official, he wanted to know you deeply.

Calum was enjoying this little secret situation of getting to know each other. He liked that no one knows what's happening and that it is something that only he can witness. He was fascinated by the feeling of privacy and that no one could steal those moments, they were his and his alone. So, telling his friends about you was a big step for him.

Calum liked you a lot, so he couldn't contain his smile as he turned the corner of your house while simultaneously trying to remember that spice you like so much in salads, he wanted to have it mentally written down.

His smile widened when he saw you standing waiting at the door of your house. He got out of the car and came out to greet you with open arms.

"Hello there, beautiful." He greeted as he eagerly brought his lips to yours without waiting for any response from you.

You giggled before connecting your lips to Calum's. "Hey..." You received another kiss from him on your cheek. "I missed you."

"Me too." Calum had recently started to admit that he missed you when you weren't together. You couldn't deny that you liked the feeling of him missing you. It warms your heart a little every time he says it.

Calum at first was... complicated, to say the least. You really had a lot of patience and trust in the process because this guy wasn't easy. He was very closed to the idea of being in a relationship again or even trying to be in one. It took a while for him to really open up fully, you knew who he was before you started dating and Calum was careful about it. He thought that at first he couldn't trust you, but oh how wrong he was.

You were the most fantastic person Calum had met in recent years: completely honest and spontaneous, you were really patient with him, you never rushed him or pressured him into anything.

Maybe it sounds like you chased him around but the reality is that it was Calum who asked you out (as contradictory as it may sound) after having seen you several times in the same places as him, he developed a crush on you the moment he saw you.

So being here now, opening his car door for you to go to his house, makes it seem like everything was really worth it.

"Have you made any progress on that song you told me about?" You asked after the trip started, your hands intertwined, you felt Calum's finger lightly caress your hand. You definitely didn't know that Calum had written you a song.

Calum smiled to himself as you remembered what he told you, something he was excited about. "A little bit yes, we've been with the boys defining the chords a little so then moving on to polishing the lyrics a little more."

"Sounds fun." You answered him while with a sweet smile observing the panorama through the window.

Calum looked at your profile for a bit and sighed discreetly.

"And how are you doing with your thesis?" He asked you now. "Have you been able to find out anything else or...?"

You laughed a little before answering. "It's not a thesis, it's a research." You gave him a tender caress on the cheek when you saw that he didn't remember the difference. Calum did know the difference, he just likes to play dumb with you so he can see you explaining the same thing to him for the fifth time. "But it's going well, we changed the methodology so it's giving us better results."

The small, casual conversation continued throughout the remainder of the trip. Once they arrived, you didn't wait for Calum to open the door for you before rushing to his house, eager to see his little dog, Duke.

"Why do you seem more excited to see my dog than me?" He asked with an amused smile as he reached your side at the door.

"Because I am." You answered without looking him.

"Rude." Calum answered as he pretended to be offended.

You giggled and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Once the door opened, Duke instantly jumped onto your lap. While you were busy greeting the dog, Calum went to the kitchen to start preparing lunch.

Minutes later you joined him and you began cooking a simple but delicious lunch: a classic pasta. Calum was fascinated, he'd never tell you but deep inside he was completely giggling and kicking his feet. Everything came so naturally to the two of you, nothing was forced and you functioned as if you had known each other your whole life.

After a while, the two were eating in Calum's dining room. You made casual small talk, mostly in silence as you enjoyed the food. Calum savored this moment and tried to imprint moments of this tranquility into his brain.

"You know..." He began as he took a sip of his drink. "The guys..."

"Your bandmates?" You finished his sentence.

He nodded. "I told them about you."

Now you were in shock.

He told his best friends?

He told them about you?

You did know that they knew Calum was seeing someone. But that he told them specifically about you.

Wow.

Now that was a big step. Especially for Calum. You knew how much his bandmates meant to him, how much he trusted them. You also knew how Calum hadn't been in anything serious with anyone for quite some time, so it was probably a surprise to them as well.

You swallowed nervously. "Oh really?"

"Yeah, and they were happy for me." He answered you with a sweet smile as he blushed a little and looked down at his plate.

"Well, I'm happy for you too." You told him with your most honest smile as you took his hand across the table and gave it a light caress.

"They want to meet you..." Calum told you, a little nervous that you would say no. "And I want you to meet them too, honestly."

"Seriously?" You tried to contain your surprise. It wasn't a secret that you were also a fan of the guys's music, so you felt the pressure.

Calum nodded with a smile and looked into your eyes again. You saw hope in them, he didn't want you to say no. "Then I would love to, it would be an honor, really."

Calum smiled happily and pulled your hand to pull you over to where he was sitting at the table. He smiled and sat you on his lap. "Thank you, it means the world to me." He told you with a genuine smile while with one hand he caressed your waist and his other hand cupped your face and brought you close for a sweet kiss.

As you shared that kiss, Calum couldn't help but feel a great emotion inside of him, for the first time in a long time, he had a good feeling about this.

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queenoftheimps · 3 months ago

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Spoilers for the movie Cuckoo below

OK but I am just having so many feelings about the movie Cuckoo and how it's about familial bonds, particularly familial bonds between women.

The movie is about Cuckoos, specifically their brood parasitism. Cuckoo creatures replace human embryos with their own young, letting them be raised by human families, with the families none the wiser about their offspring.

But even before anything supernatural has occurred in the movie, Gretchen is already in the position of a replaced child. She lives with her dad, sure, but she is positioned as a chick without a nest. When she first appears, she's not even in the family car when they arrive in their new home, instead riding with the movers. All care and resources are diverted from her; when she's in great need in the hospital, her father's care is still focused on her younger half-sister Alma. Even Gretchen's nest, her mother's house in the States, is taken away from her.

And maybe some of this is supernatural influence, but a lot of it is just mundane neglect from a shitty dad, who would rather focus his care & resources on his younger child. Even before we learn anything more about Alma, she's positioned as a cuckoo's child, just in the everyday terms of imbalanced families. Gretchen is tied to both her father and Alma biologically, but it's clear that she is not really considered their family.

Except when we learn that Alma is not all she appears to be, that she is indeed a cuckoo child who is biologically untethered to Gretchen & her father -- we also learn she is the only one who cares at all for Gretchen, who tries to look after her by summoning her mother. It doesn't work, it can't work, but Alma is still the only one recognizing her sister's pain and trying to care for her.

Which is the point at which it stops mattering that Alma is not a human child, that she never was one, that she is a literal Cuckoo instead of just a metaphorical replacement. She becomes family only when the truth of her biological ties is revealed, because her origin doesn't matter to her tie to her sister.

And those sisterly ties save both of their lives, Gretchen & Alma wrapped protectively around each other in the face of danger, the both of them acting as protector and protectee. I've seen people online criticize this sequences as ridiculous, but it's such a powerful image, these two girls shielding each other and triumphing simply because they trust each other to protect them over the men with guns who claim to be their saviors.

All of which ends with what I have jokingly called 'lesbian Nativity imagery', Gretchen & her escape partner driving off into the sunset with a miraculous child in tow, away from the men who had been using them & the mothers who'd pitted them against each other. And I just think that's beautiful.

#cuckoo #cuckoo 2024 #hunter schafer #dan stevens #jessica henwick #this movie gave me a LOT of feelings okay #probably because i too have a dead mom #and my dad did remarry recently #that said my stepmom is nice and so are her kids #it's just that I do GET all of Gretchen's feelings in this

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pacifierbby · 1 year ago

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CHRISTMAS BISCUITS ✧ ; - mm x reader

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* ੈ✩‧₊ mason and reader baking cookies for their families Christmas dinner however it didn't end up the way it planed and more of it went on them than it did in the bowel

a/n ➣hello my loveys! since Christmas is coming thought i make a story of mason baking cookies with reader i really do hope you are all enjoying your days loveys cant believe 2023 is nearly ending but another year for mason content and stories! please lovelies give me feedback on my stories it really does help me a lot with my next up coming stories much love

word count ➣ 1,7k

warnings ➣ mm fluff,kissing

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ you and mason was settled on your sofa the fire crackling away that mason turned on a minuet ago the logs beside the fireplace that mason cut down a few hours before the TV above playing a Christmas movie that you seen 100 times before your phone on your lap scrolling down through pinterest pulling up snowmen cookies "we should make these" you said showing mason your phone diverting his attention away from his phone to yours "you know i cant bake for shit right? did you not watch that video" mason laughed slightly making you giggle a little " i remember but it be fun plus we can bring them over to your mum's house tomorrow for the dinner " you said you always wanted to bake with mason from that video to be honest you did find it cute how confused he can be but you never brought that up and honestly that will forever stay with you and only you "alright my love come on then lets do it but first lets match our jumpers so we can take a photo together" jumping up from your couch clapping your hand very lightly since it was 9 pm at night and you didn't wanna wake your neighbors up. rushing upstairs, grabbing your Christmas jumper that you bought earlier for you and Mason. him already wearing his because he wanted to see how it fits.

Walking back downstairs your kitchen staring back at you from your living room mason already looking through your cupboards slowly walking into the kitchen wrapping your arms around his waist making him jump slightly "what you doing" kissing his neck lightly" looking for the pans and stuff" mason turned around wrapping his arms around your waist you moving your arms around his neck. mason kissing your lips ever so slightly " well it wont be in their" you giggled lightly letting go of his grip shutting the overhead cupboards and opening the bottoms cupboard doors grabbing your pans and oven trays placing them on the counter top mason watching your every move already knowing this will be a long night yes he cooked before but its always gone terribly wrong. one time he accidentally burned a pan and after that his mum wouldn't even let him touch anything cooking related "what do you need now my love" mason asked not wanting to just stand like a spear part "can you bring me the eggs and the baking soda you should know where the eggs are and the baking soda is in this top cupboard" mason rolled his eyes opening the fridge door grabbing your eggs and the butter placing them next to you . walking to the cupboard, placing his hands on your back, opening the cupboard, grabbing your baking soda that was thankfully at the front, placing it next to the butter and eggs "alright whats next?" wrapping his hands around your waist like you did to him moments before. already having the things you need on the counter top.

Putting the butter and the sugar in the large pink bowl "can you crack them eggs i'm not very good at it the egg shells always end up in the mixture" you said quietly that was one big flaw when you always cooked you always ended up cracking the eggs and the shell with it so you always end up taking ages to bake because your taking so long taking the egg shells out but thankfully mason was the pro at doing it so when it came to baking everything you always asked mason to crack the egg's. mason nodded grabbing the egg from its packet braking it perfectly adding the yolk into the mixture you adding the vanilla extract and the baking powder "alright lets do the next part" grabbing your new whisk that your mother bought you " do you want to do it" looking at mason making sure he joined in with everything which he nodded "alright" passing him the whisk watching him very warily "alright before you turn it on make sure that-" not getting time to finished your sentence mason already turned it on the mixture spilling outside of the bowel going onto his jumper " the whisk is in the bowel" you finished your sentence laughing a little grabbing it off him not wanting all the mixture to go all over your kitchen.

Alright lets do the next step looking down at your phone skipping to the next steps mason sighed behind you "i told you this is going to be a bad idea" his arms crossed around his chest like a toddler making you giggle once again "its okay mistakes happen plus i'm having fun anything with you makes it more memorably kissing his lips ever so slightly which he instantly kissed back. moving away both of you mincing each others reactions you will forever love his kisses it will forever bring something to your heart turning towards the bowel "okay" you said looking back at your phone completely forgetting what it told you to do "woo this is the fun part" rolling up your jumpers sleeves up mason doing the same behind you confused on why your so excited "alright come behind me" your hands already in the bowel. waiting on mason turning your head around to his eyebrows wiggling "not like that you freak" laughing at his little innuendo his arms coming behind you his hand placing on top of yours his soft skin and his warm hands leaving yours toasty "follow my lead" putting your hand in the mixture softly playing with the dough threading it with your hands mason repeating your actions his on the other side of the bowel. bringing his hand out from the bowel, a small mixture dough at the bottom of his finger placing the batter at the bottom of your nose laughing a little. "Mason!" You squealed, grabbing the batter, putting it on his cheek. Going back to the mixture, mixing it together, making it as dough. "Put the flour onto the counter top, but please watch the bag it's broken." Mason being the clutz he his drops the flour all over the floor and onto the both of you "oh mase" you said looking at the floor then back at him his Christmas jumper not looking so Christmas with the mixture of the flour sticking together. Mason looks down at the floor with a small pout on his face. Bending down, grabbing the bag from the floor "thankfully we still have some left," you mumbled, placing the last bit off flour onto the tops. Opening the draw, grabbing your rolling pin, and holding it out to Mason. " Come on, my love, you can do the rolling part." feeling slightly sorry for him. Maybe he is right? Maybe he shouldn't of baked at all. Mason taking the rolling pin out of your hands and putting the dough onto the flour.

Walking towards your oven, putting it to the right temperature, making sure Mason was okay with the rolling and doing the technique correctly, which he was turning the kettle on grabbing two mugs from your cupboard with hot chocolate putting the amount of scoops you need in the mugs waiting for the kettle to boil moving over to where mason was stood looking at the dough "alright we can start cutting out our shapes" grabbing the circle biscuits cutter cutting the dough into small circles placing them on the baking tray making them into small snowmen mason doing some himself "you should go on bake off" mason laughed looking at you and your hard work that you done together "wont say much about you" giving him a kiss on his cheek which he turned around making your lips pressing onto his "that's what happens trying to be a smart bum" tapping your bum lightly, hearing the kettle pinging behind you "alright lets place these in the oven and have our hot chocolate" already walking over to your oven placing the tray in the steamy hot oven putting the timer to 15 minuets. Mason pouring the hot water in the two mugs adding the milk "come on my love lets sit down for a sec" walking into the lounge your TV still playing the movie mason placing your steamy mugs on the coffee table "well at least its not all over our kitchen "looking at his mess that he created".

The oven pinging from the kitchen tells you that your cookies were done baking. you and mason cuddling on the couch like where you started off your hot chocolate settling in your systems getting up grabbing masons hand come on my love decorating time pulling mason off the sofa dragging him into the kitchen throwing him your oven gloves "you grab them while i grab my already made icing and please make sure you take them out slowly i know much clutz you are" taking the icing out of the fridge. mason rolling his eyes behind you placing the hot oven tray on the counter tops walking over to him kissing his cheek "i'm sorry but its true and don't roll your eyes at me" confused on how you noticed that but thinking maybe that's just women intuition for you. you being too interested in your decorating the biscuits not noticing Mason starting at you "What?" you asked confused why hes not joining in " i just love your concentration face i love it" he softly spoken grabbing the other icing packet starting decorating his own snowmen making you blush a little still getting used to his small compliments. feeling a cold thing at the bottom of your noise, knowing Mason did it again this time with the icing. walking over to where he stood, putting some down his back. "What the hell, that's cold!" Mason shouted you, smiling while watching him struggle getting it out of his jumper. him stopping looking at you bent over slightly laughing at your actions, him slowly walking over, putting the full tube of icing down your neck. you copying his exact actions your cookie decorating completely forgotten about, and that was the last time you and Mason cooked cookies together.

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st4rgzer · 1 year ago

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FLIGHT TICKETS (nathan doe)

summary: you miss your brothers and Nate tries to help you in the best way he knows how

genre: FLUFFFLUFF

cw!: mentions of missing your brothers…?

a/n: i think this was requested by @iha8you i think

“hey you know who we haven’t seen in a while?” i say, with my legs rested on his lap, we’re both laying on the couch, watching a cheesy rom-com only I enjoy.

“who?” he asks, diverting his gaze from the movie and onto me.

“my brothers, now that they’re internet famous and living in LA, we haven’t seen them since like, august” I sit up so I can look at him better, placing the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.

“yeah you’re right” he thought for a moment, given the 5 hour plane ride would take at least ‘some’ planning to do. “do you wanna call ‘em and see if we can plan to go there?” nate says before picking up the remote and pausing the movie. He gets out his phone before my response to see the earliest flights available.

“yeah but babe, calm down, we don’t have to do this like, right now” I say, laughing a little bit. Living so far away from my brothers hasn’t been the easiest so Nate was always there for me when they couldn’t be, so he sometimes overdoes it with these things, but i don’t mind, the majority of the time….(foreshadowing the“puppy love”fic im working on…)

“but- you’ve been talking ‘bout how you miss them lately, with all the christmasy stuff and all” he says, grabbing my hand reassuringly. He never liked seeing me sad, he knew that christmas meant a lot to me and to not have them around for all the pre-christmas traditions wasn’t nice. He also missed them, even if he wouldn’t admit it.

“i know, i know. But we really don’t have to think about this today, we’ll get the flights tomorrow, lets just finish the movie first m’kay?” I pleaded, squeezing his hand and smiling at him, trying to not get him to rush on making decisions.

“finee” he sighed, caving in “but I don’t even like the movie…” he muttered under his breath.

“what d’ya say?” i asked, turning my head to him with a half joking, questioning look.

“….nothing…?” he mumbled with a grin on his face, trying to hide the fact that he tried to say he didn’t like to watch “ten things i hate about you” for the 10th time, which he did enjoy of course, but just cause it was with me.

I let him off easily and just grinned, rolling my eyes at him, and curling up besides him, snaking an arm around my waist and bringing me in.

A while later, as I was drifting off to sleep, he took out his phone, quickly bringing the brightness down to not disturb me, and opening up “skyscanner” he typed up “boston-los angeles flights” and got looking, I peered open my eye just a bit and smiled when I saw him looking cautiously through the flight info, eventually putting in his credit card information and turning his phone off. God he was stubborn but I couldn’t help but melt at his determination to make me smile.

“i love you” I whispered beside him, eyes closed, a smile still on my face, he placed a gentle kiss on my cheek in response and turned the volume on the tv down.

I guess we’re going to LA?

a/n: sorry this was short bbg @iha8you

taglist: @dwntwn-strnlo @iha8you @gabbylovesreading @slaysturniolo @stvrni0lo @sturniolol @stvrniolo @20nugs @partoftoofuckinmanyfandoms @ifilwtmfc

#nathan doe fanfic #nathan doe #nathan doe x reader #fanfic

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shutupineedtothink · 7 days ago

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Ok this has been sitting in my drafts for a minute but since nobody asked for it, here’s my full Nicky headcannon. It leads into an insane MCU witch movie with Agatha, Wanda, Rio, Billy, Tommy (?), maybe Jen and even Alice. All the witches! I got yall.

So, Nicky Scratch. That boy is Agatha and Rio’s but most prominently he is Death’s Son, right. A demigod something or other, an entity, Something Else. Not really human/mortal, but certainly not dead either. He’s in the same class of whatever Rio is. Rio knows this from day one. Agatha does not.

That means two main things: Nicky isn’t really “dead,” (he wasn’t even supposed to be “living”) and that kid should have hella powers. We should have seen some indication of that imo in the show but I can explain it away easily enough in a minute. Either way, under the surface he should have scary magic along the lines of Billy if not far more powerful.

Except while Billy has essentially Wanda’s magic, creator magic, Nicky’s is much, much darker. You know, something fitting of a child of Death.

Let’s say Nicky has Black Magic. 👀 haven’t seen that one on the color wheel of magic colors yet amirite. (Except the Darkhold I suppose, which is an interesting connection potentially.) Or maybe it's like Dark Magic, as in literal darkness. Darkling style. Maybe it's somehow a dark/light binary, like how Rio is technically a death/life binary. Idk I'm working on it, but you get the idea. He's on another level, something adjacent to Rio but not quite the same.

His magic is so strong, corrosive, not evil necessarily but heavy and consuming, that it was killing his mortal body from the beginning.

That’s why he was never meant to live in the first place — like Rio he is Another Being, his magic is Something Else. It’s too much for a human little boy. He needed to join her to really “live” and have any hope of control over his magic.

His powers also make him a massive target for who knows what demons and underworld beings. … you see where this could go.

So in this version, let’s say Rio has a much deeper connection to Nicky on a magical level. She can tell when his magic is about to manifest in the world of the living and takes him right before that happens, otherwise both him and Agatha will be in danger. Perhaps she even tells Nicky what’s happening, and he can feel it coming too, which also accounts for why he goes with her so willingly, to protect his mama from his own power. Kind of a lot for a six-year-old to understand but again, he’s Special.

Maybe Rio’s even been keeping the monsters off Nicky and Agatha’s trail while Nicky was human. Tbh it was a miracle she managed it for six years alongside her other responsibilities. She never told Agatha a) because she didn’t want her being more afraid than she already was, b) because would it have really made any difference, Agatha would hate her either way and c) For The Drama.

When Rio takes Nicky, maybe she stashes him in some kind of purgatory space. Pocket dimension? Idk we have no idea what she has access to but let’s say she hides him away somewhere so that she can teach him to use his magic and keep him away from the demons. This is where I would pull in Alice if possible, after we see Rio take her into the smoke in ep 8 Rio makes her an offer to help her protect Nicky in purgatory for a while, because his powers are only getting stronger and she's starting to get worried something's going to happen. Yes, diverting a soul like that is wildly against the rules. She does it anyway for her son.

All of this of course makes Agatha’s hatred for Rio that much worse, because Nicky is still “alive” in a sense and Rio is doing everything she can to protect him and raise him and help him control his magic. She can’t tell Agatha any of this because anyone else who knows about Nicky is a liability. Again, she really shouldn’t have even let him live with Agatha in the first place, it was a massive risk to everyone involved. But she did, and Agatha has no idea what a gift that was, for her and for Nicky.

All of that said, this would set us up for some CRaZy MCU witch/underworld stuff. So here’s the rough outline of my movie: let’s say the demons finally find Nicky wherever Rio has him hidden and take him to the underworld, Mephisto, blah blah whatever. I’m not worried about the motive at this point. Age Nicky up to Billy’s age roughly so he can be a real character. Btw, in my head Nicky is still the sweetest bean, total opposite to either of his mothers, too good for this world, cursed with this insane power he doesn’t know what to do with. Obviously, we have some opportunity to develop him from there.

Anyway, once she finds out he’s gone, Rio is forced to tell Agatha the truth. There’s no one else she can trust to get Nicky back. (I’m imagining a juicy confrontation between the two of them where we just let Kathryn and Aubrey cook with the exposition.) Rio can’t go to the underworld herself for some reason, because of The Cosmic Rules, and the Jac Schaeffer rules of Rio can’t hang around on screen for too long (which I like, actually).

Rio only deals with the mortal plane and directing souls to whatever comes next. So it has to be Agatha who rescues him, but as a ghost she’s stuck on the mortal plane too. So now we gotta “bring her back to life,” because I need real life Kathryn Hahn in this full movie not as a ghost, you feel me. And she has to be able to use her magic. So we gotta manifest a new body around her ghost form. At first they think Billy can do it, but even he’s not that powerful, not to mention still relatively untrained.

… Do you see the vision yet?

There’s only one witch, who may or may not be dead, who can manifest Agatha Harkness back into a living breathing body. And Agatha HATES it with every fiber of her noncorporeal being, but she needs the Scarlet Witch to make her mortal again, so that she can go to the underworld and save her son. Of course, chaos and shenanigans ensue, and Wanda and the boys end up going with her.

I’m calling the movie — Agatha Harkness and the Scarlet Witch. It’s a team up babyyyy! It’s about women and power, Wanda and Agatha being two sides of the same coin, mothers and their sons, rewriting your story, reuniting and letting go, etc etc etc. Yes I have entire scenes already written in my head, no I’ll never actually write the fic or the screenplay, if somebody wants to run with this please let me know and I’ll give you what I got.

The point is, the story potential on Nicky is insane to be The One Who Brings Everyone Else Together and I really hope they don’t just throw it away.

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